Damian was a bit confused. Usually, on patrol, they would like…do things. Catch criminals. Stop bank robberies. Save widows and orphans.
Yes, Damian was utterly confused as to why tonight, his father and him were following…his mom. Not Talia. You. He never considered Talia his mother, he came to that realization the first time you made him hot cocoa and cookies after he had a rough day, and just…talked to him. Asked him how he was feeling. Just genuinely cared for him, something Talia Al’Ghul never did.
She was his mother, but you were his mommy.
And so, tonight, as he was jumping from a building to another, following you through the dark street of Gotham, he wasn’t really sure what was going on.
Oh my God…Were you a criminal ? Was he going to loose you because his father was going to put you behind bars ? But he loves you ! How could he ?
If it came to that, Damian decided that he would fight his dad, giving you enough time to escape. Yes. He would save you. There was no way he was letting his mommy go in prison, no matter what she did…
His father was talking to Dick about something happening in North Gotham. He then proceeded to call Tim to ask him to go to the docks join Jason because some big drug deal was going on…And once again, Damian wondered why they were tracking you instead of taking care of the real issues.
He looked down in the street, you were at a small cafe, ordering a huge cup of coffee, that he knew was probably the blackest beverage ever. You liked it that way. But that’s it. You were getting coffee. Sure it was 10:30 pm but like, you couldn’t always just stay at the Manor right ? You’d be bored !
Besides, you were a writer, you often came to get coffee at night with your notebook, you always said it brought you lots of inspiration (he loved your stories, and was your number one beta reader).
It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to be out, getting coffee (even if Gotham was dangerous at night, you knew how to defend yourself thanks to your Husband’s training, and besides, one of your sons kinda always had an eye on you anyway…just to be sure), so again, why were they here ? Why weren’t they on the docks, with Tim and Jason, to fight some real criminals ?
Bruce refused to let Damian patrol alone so far, which is why he was with him, but usually, he’d explain what was going on you know ? Not able to contain himself anymore, Damian asked :
Thank you love! Riddler, Scarecrow and Catwoman as a ship has a special place in my dark heart and i love them. Truly.
The voice was pure
velvet, the honeyed syllables washing over her as she perched on the
kitchen worktop. She had retreated to the kitchen to throw some
clothes into the washer but as she completed the task and settled to
watch the cycle begin, she had become distracted by her thoughts.
Or at least she had been.
purred in response, expression taking on an amused tone as she
spotted the other occupant of the room, “and Jonathan. What brings
you two from your shared plague pits?”
She had seen neither
hide nor hair of either man for the whole morning as they were
working away in their shared basement on some over-complicated plot and experience had told her that it was better to leave them be and not get involved.
Yet their sudden
appearance back in the kitchen suggested that, despite her efforts, she may be getting
dragged along for the ride.
Raising an eyebrow, she
leaned back on her hands and her thighs rested against the granite.
Edward crossed his arms
and widened his eyes in faux surprise.
“You look beautiful
today, dear, stunning. Have you changed your skincare routine? You are ethereal. Jonathan, doesn’t she look beautiful?”
Indicating to the
taller man, he waited for Jonathan to fulfill his part.
Jonathans’ voice was of
a lower tone than Edwards’ and the gravelly compliment pulled a small grin from her which was only mildly tinged with suspicion.
“These are facts,
gentlemen. What I want to know is what do you want?”
Moving towards her,
Edward placed a hand on her bare knee and started to trace out the
shape of her kneecap causing small goosebumps to appear on her skin.
“Just a favour,”
his silver tongue was quick to go to work, “we have hit a small
snag in our plan and we may need a small item retrieved from a
certain safe in a certain office building in North Gotham.”
“It would be highly
appreciated.” Jonathan added and he placed his own hand gently on her
opposing ankle, marveling at how much warmer it was than his own
Knowing what they were after, she laughed and the lightness of it was delightful to both men as she straightened up on the worktop and asked incredulously.
“Is this seriously
your joint idea of a seduction?”
“Is it working?”
Imitating her own signature purr, Jonathan tilted his head down to
Giving an exaggerated
sigh, Selina rolled her eyes.
“Give me the details
and i’ll see what I can do. I am going to save you from embarrassing yourselves.”
“You truly are the
best, Lina.” Edward exclaimed, pleased that she had agreed to help
them so readily. He had been prepared for at least ten minutes of
cat-and-mouse before she would concede. “Your talents are wasted on
the other denizens.”
“Sweet talker,” she
patted his cheek with her open palm, “so what do I get out of
Exchanging a quick
look, a silent conversation took place between Edward and Jonathan as
they came to a swift conclusion and, leaning forward, planted a kiss
each simultaneously on either side of Selinas’ cheek.
The scruff of
Jonathans’ stubble contrasted with the smoothness of Edwards’ skin
and it caused the corners of her mouth to twitch up at the mild
tickling sensation as her men showed her a little bit of affection.
Wrapping an arm around
each of their necks, she pulled herself off the worktop and went to
grab a skirt from the clean pile of washing which lay in the nearby
“Do not think that
just because I agreed that your joint seduction worked,” she
chastised, “and we will be working on improving that skill when
your little scheme is over.”
Glancing over her
shoulder, she could clearly see both men nodding at her suggestion
with a mutual look of interest and a smug smile settled on her lips.
((ahhhhhh i’m sorry for all i’ve put you through so far, omg. uuuh i don’t
have time to do something worth justice to that au at the moment that I feel
comfortable with, but he’s a beta version of Steph’s past cut from ch 6!! I
hope you enjoy it and thank you for sticking with me!!))
Her dad never gave her a ton of choices. Not real ones. There were choices
like what moves she wanted to make when he played one of his weird games with
her, and there were choices like what she wanted for dinner off a menu, or ones
like, ‘are you too sick to go to school today?’ which she never was, because
the alternative was staying home.
The first time her dad got arrested, she finally got a choice all her own,
and she just couldn’t choose:
Who did she hate more? The cops, her dad, or everything?
The Joker is speeding on the freeway,
keeping his hands clenched on the steering wheel while talking to you.
“Who the hell took him, Y/N?! Who
would dare do such a thing?” he addresses you, almost shouting again.
“I-I don’t know, J, I just don’t
know…” you reply with quivering voice, rubbing your face, deep in thought. You
even forgot to wipe your tears. “But our son is alive, can you believe
that?…” you turn towards him, starting to cry again.
He glances at you for a few seconds,
then takes your left hand and kisses it, accelerating.
“Don’t cry, Princess, you cried
enough in the last half a year, enough for a lifetime. We’ll find him, hm?” he
tries to be brave but his heart is filled with so many conflicting
emotions that he finds it hard to concentrate on his words.
“I’m calling Harvey,” you suddenly
decide, taking your phone out of your pocket. “I hope he still keeps in touch
with those hackers that helped us with the Australian job.”
“Oooh…great!” the joker mumbles,
rolling his eyes.
“Baby, not now, please??” you plead
with him, searching for Harvey Dent’s contact number. You press the screen and
he picks up after three rings. “Hi, Harvey, it’s me.”
“Y/N, it’s been a while, I missed
hearing your voice. How the heck are you?”
J starts growling and you caress his
thigh, trying to soothe him.
“I’m ok, driving back to Gotham. I
need a favor, could you help me with something?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course, I will if I can,” he offers without hesitation,
“Do you still keep in touch with the
hackers from the Australian job?”
“Not really, but I can find out if
they are still around or…alive. I sure hope so, those guys are the best, might
need them again. But first, let me flip my coin and see if I really should do
this for you or not,” he teases, joking around.
“Don’t you dare flipping that coin on
me, Dent!!!!” you yell in your phone so loud he has to distance his ear from
“Jeez, Y/N! I’m kidding; I wasn’t
going to do that to you, I’m just messing around. What’s wrong?”
You take a deep breath and close your
“I’m sorry, Harvey…”
“Don’t apologize to him!” you hear
the Joker in the background and you pat his arm, trying to ignore him.
“…I’m on the edge. We just found out
our son is alive,” you blur out, trying to keep it together.
Silence on the other end for a few
“…Holy…shit! A-are you sure?”
“Pretty sure, we got a call from him
this morning, I think someone took him and made us believe he died in the
“Was it really him?” Harvey asks,
stunned at your revelation.
“Yes, we are sure it was him. That’s
why I need those guys again; I need them to trace the call for us.”
“Hell, of course, no problem, I’ll
get on it right away. I’ll see you soon then.”
“See you soon. Bye.”
You hang up and rest your head on J’s
shoulder, he is definitely tense. You reach out your hand to cover his on the
“We’ll get Kase back, no matter
what,” you tell him with such determination J forgets about how much he can’t
“No matter what, Y/N, even if we have
to burn Gotham to the ground, even if it means we burn with it.”
You just kiss his shoulder instead of agreeing, that’s all you need to do.
“Crap! I need to tell Frost!” you
just realize and almost jump of your sit, looking for your cell again. He is
listed under Emergency contact, right under The Joker’s number.
Jonny picks up right away. You tell
him the good news and he won’t say anything, you really think you got
“Frost, are you still
“Yeah…I’m…here…Wow, Kase is alive,”
you hear him mumble and you have no idea how relieved he is right now. “ I
can’t believe that!”
“Please stay in touch with Harvey, we
will see you shortly. We have to find our son and get him back!”
“Understood,” that’s all he can say
anymore before he hangs up.
Frost hurries and runs for the
bathroom, locking himself in, holding really tight to the sides of the sink,
taking deep breaths. He really doesn’t want the others to see him in this
state. He didn’t tell anybody, but he blamed himself for what happened to Kase,
he was the one that let him go, believing the kid’s lies. Such a huge burden
lifted off his shoulders now. His eyes are teary as he stares at himself in the
mirror. He will raise hell to bring back
Luckily, Harvey was able to get a
hold of the hackers. They came to your hideout right outside Gotham and have
been trying to trace the call for several hours now without any success. They
say it’s almost impossible to find out where the call was made, but they will
hack some satellites and keep on trying because they really are the best and
they will get the job done. You didn’t even care about the price; you offered
them what was asked.
You’re so tired you can barely keep
your eyes opened. Harvey stopped by for a while and J really pushed himself to
behave, especially when you kept on talking to the guy he can’t stand. He
almost had a fit when you kissed Dent on the disfigured side of his face, which
is your favorite half by the way.
And when you thanked him, oh, boy, it
took so much out of the Joker not to snap. But to your surprise and his own, he
kept his cool and chattered with Harvey. You always feel like in high school
when you are in the same room with both of them.
After Harvey left, you and the Joker
retreated to the smaller bedroom, trying to rest or at least take a nap. You
both toss and turn, unable to think of nothing else but Kase.
“That’s it!” you decide, getting up
on your pillows. “Come here!” You grab a small one and place it on your
tummy, moving J’s head on it so he can maybe relax better.
You begin caressing his hair while he
just growls, unhappy.
“What is it, baby?” you ask, even if
you really don’t need to.
He sniffles and adjusts his head on
“Why did you kiss Harvey?”
With all the crazy stuff going on, it makes you giggle.
“Really J ?”
“You know I don’t like Dent, he wants
you for himself.”
“Wow,” you actually start laughing
softly. “You’re 50 and still act childish. Stop being jealous for no reason.”
“I’m not acting childish. I don’t
want people to crave what’s mine.”
“He doesn’t want me, it’s all in your
mind,” you continue to stroke the green strands of hair falling on his face.
“Yes, he does, I see how he looks at
you all the time.”
“Well, can’t help it if I still look
stunning at 45,” you tease, entertained at his antiques.
“Shut up, Princess,“ he shoves his
shoulder in your side, sulking.
“You’re such a big baby; you guys
should really stop this nonsense!” you close your eyes, delicately touching his
“Riiiighhhtt, then tell him to stop
flirting with you!” The Joker buries his face in the soft fabric, aggravated
again, but then he changes his mind and kisses your knee:
“Don’t touch him again!” he snarls,
wrapping his arms around your legs.
You cover his mouth, too tired to
hear about it.
“Shush, baby, what got into you?! You
know I love you.”
J doesn’t answer for a few good
moments and you wonder if he felt asleep.
“I miss my son…” he whispers, curling
up in ball, holding tight to you.
You’re not certain for how long
you’ve been dozing off, but the loud knock in the door startles you.
“Boss, they found something!”
The Joker lifts his head up from your
lap, rubbing his eyes:
“Yes, they found the location!”
You both jump out of bed so fast you
almost knock everything over on the nightstand. You run to the living room and
one of the hackers gets up from his chair so you can see the computer screen
“Here!” he pinpoints the red mark on
Gotham’s map. “The call came from this spot!”
“Are you sure?” J inquires, staring
at the highlighted area.
“Yes, we’re sure. 100% sure.”
“It’s outside Gotham, on the north side. That area has been abandoned for years,”
the Joker mutters, puzzled at the discovery.
“My God, do you think our son has
been so close the entire time?!” you whimper, a few tears streaming down your
face without you noticing.
“I don’t know, Princess, but we’re
going in! Hey, Frost! Get everyone ready, gear up! We will search the place for
“Yes sir, on it!”
“FAST!!!” J yells, heading towards
the basement where you keep your arsenal.
You keep on loading guns and check on
the grenades, bullets and knives in the back of the van, while the 20 truck
convoy follows yours, your men getting ready too. You never feel nervous before
a mission, but now it’s different; the whole situation is less than ordinary. The
thought of your son being alive gives you such a hype your hands are actually
shaking when you pull the safety off your pistol. The Joker steadies your grip,
firmly holding your fingers on the trigger with his. You don’t even look at each
other or speak anymore, both eager to get to the place and start searching for
Once you are finally there, J orders
everyone to spread around and search all the buildings. Frost is going on a
different direction than yours and you have to remind him what to do in case of
it comes to it and we contact you, make the call.”
“Are you… sure?” Jonny gulps, not really wanting to do what you ask of him.
You and the Joker exchange sorrowful
looks but you know at that point it will be no turning back.
“We’re sure, just make the call. OK?…” you sigh, starting to walk faster with your group.
Frost nods a yes as he turns and follows his own men heading towards the first blocks.
***You’ve been looking around for
about 15 minutes when you suddenly hear gunshots and explosions ahead. Your
group takes cover behind a wall, cautiously watching the commotion. You come
out of the hideout when you realize those are your henchmen walking towards you
now, pushing around 5 guys they probably caught sneaking around.
“On your knees!” Jax screams, kicking
them in the back as they fall to the ground. “These bastards opened fire and we
triggered some explosives when we walked by that condo”, he points ahead from
where they came from.” We lost 2 men. The place might be rigged with more traps
and more armed assholes. I already alerted the others.”
Your heart beats so fast it makes you
lightheaded. They wouldn’t be doing this
if they weren’t trying to hide something. You take out your knife and go to
the first prisoner on the left, plunging the blade in his shoulder as he yells
“WHERE.IS.MY.SON?” You ask through
your clenched teeth, digging deeper in his flesh.
“I- I don’t know, I- I don’t know who
your son is, lady,” he whines, struggling to catch his breath. You take out the
knife and stab his other shoulder.
“WHERE.IS.MY.SON?” you try again,
getting in his face when he almost collapses from the pain.
“We don’t know who your son is, you
stupid bitch; they don’t tell us who they keep in there!” on of them has the
nerve to utter. “ If that’s…” BAM! The Joker shoots him in the head, panting:
“Anybody else that wants to address my Queen like that?!” he shouts, crazed by
anger. The other guys just stare at the pavement, shaking.
You wipe the blood splattered on your
cheeks, remove the blade from the guy that fainted and move to the next victim:
“WHERE. THE. HELL. IS. MY. SON????”
you sniffle, cutting into his leg.
“Go to hell, whore!” he mutters,
holding in the loud cry you were expecting to hear.
The Joker pulls the trigger again and
his body thuds to the side. This time you don’t bother cleaning the blood because
it mostly got on your clothes.
“Do you all want to die here?” J
inquires, cracking his neck. “I have no problem with that!”
“Ummm-aaaa…”one tries to speak,
lifting his gaze up. “We have someone in the blue building half a mile from
here. H-he’s in the basement… a-ummm a
young man, I don’t know if h-he’s your son or not,“ the guy stammers, scared
for his life.
You take a deep breath, savoring the
moment, really hoping it’s Kase. You close your eyes and almost don’t even hear
the gunshots that kill the last two prisoners. J’s hand pulls you up on your
feet and you finally blink, just glaring at one another.
“I think this is it, baby,” you
whisper in his ear, clinging to his body. “It might be our son.”
“Let’s go then!” he briefly nuzzles in your hair, feeling the adrenaline
rushing through his veins like never before. “Let’s get our kid back!”
a/n: yo so i got carreid away and this part is super long, i hope you enjoy it shout out to my bro Sayyid and @liveandbreathgeek
Suicide Squad// Captain Boomerang & OFC
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9. Waiting (Digger)
There isn’t much to do in solitary confinement. That’s what it was designed for; to lock you in a small room with yourself. His first time in the hole had been hell, even if it had just been for a day. Afterwards he was always anxious and jittery. He jumped at everyone who looked at him, even the most passing glances. Soon Digger found a way to cope, a way to keep himself distracted from the ever looming, ever growing, demon of self-hatred.