Capricorn: wears exactly the right thing but probably didn’t mean to. Is great at making casual conversation, but feels like they’re being awkward even if you make it obvious that you’re having a good time. Chooses a traditional dinner-date route to keep things familiar and controlled. Is great at hiding their insecurities but can’t hold back a smile. Has all the right manners and picks up the check, won’t try to kiss you unless you make the move.
Aquarius: looks at you with stars in their eyes (but doesn’t realize you can tell). Wears something quirky but still nice and presentable. their hair is messy (even though they spent an hour on it at home). starts with something traditional but invites you to do something else spontaneously because they don’t want the night to end. once they feel like they’ve run out of ways to entertain you, they’ll walk you home and talk about life with you. asks if they can kiss you
Pisces: is super nervous and can’t hide it so they don’t even try. wears something classic and modest, a little bit casual but not too much so. talks too much by accident and feels bad about it, even if you let them lead the conversation. asks a lot of personal questions and gives a lot of info on themselves. makes it obvious that they like you but won’t expect you to like them back. will try to pick up the check or at least go halvsies. too shy to make a move so they just smile really big and dopey until you kiss them
Aries: wears a red and/or black outfit, with a dramatic flair. They look like they stepped out of a magazine and you better notice. takes you to do something different and interesting, probably out of your comfort zone but right in the middle of theirs. asks thought-provoking questions that are difficult to answer, and seems to enjoy watching you come up with creative responses. conversation is intelligent and probably inappropriate. kisses you passionately without warning before the date is even over.
Taurus: wears something sexy but classy. makes good conversation, has interesting things to say but you can tell they aren’t showing their entire true self. Laughs at all your jokes but also has a sarcastic sense of humor and shows it right away. Will call you out on anything you say that they don’t agree with, but doesn’t make a big deal out of it or hold it against you. If they really like you, they’ll kiss you, but if they aren’t sure yet they’ll probably make you work for it.
Gemini: wears bright colors and bold shiny/sparkly accessories. Talks a lot and is very animated, maybe cuts you off sometimes but its by accident. They smile a lot and laugh very loudly, in a cute and excited way. Probably gets a little bit drunk at dinner and definitely kisses you at the end of the night. Texts you right after to tell you what a great time they had.
Cancer: Wears something casual but looks very put-together. More likely to ask you questions than to reveal too much about themselves. May seem quiet but its just because they are listening intently to what you have to say. If you can make them laugh, it melts your heart because their laugh is genuine and their smile lights up their face. Makes fun of you a little bit but only in a light-hearted way. Probably too shy to kiss you but will be upset if you don’t kiss them
Leo: Wears basic clothing that somehow works together to make a perfect outfit. Everyone in the place looks at them when you guys walk in, and more than likely someone else will hit on them while you’re together because they are just that magnetic. They will only focus on you though, and they try to find out as much about your soul as they can, asking deep questions and trying to provoke thoughtful conversation. Kisses you at the end of the night but makes you sweat it out waiting for the next date.
Virgo: Wears normal casual clothes that look good on them, and probably shows off their physique. Big personality, will talk loudly and say the first thing that comes to their mind, but nothing rude. They enjoy laughing, and making light conversation rather than delving deep. Easy to connect with because they are very understanding and can empathize with many different types of people. Will never judge you for your surface-features. Kisses you at the end of the date but is a little bit clumsy/awkward about it.
Libra: Wears light colors, pastels, and probably vintage clothes. Hair and/or makeup is perfect, and they try very hard to be sophisticated (even though they’ll probably spill or break something within the first 10 minutes, then be mortified by it). Is very modest when you ask them questions and doesn’t like to brag about themselves, but will praise you for every accomplishment you’ve made. Their laugh is so cute you want to cuddle them and they will give you their jacket even if you aren’t cold. Wants you to kiss them and will give you the opportunity but won’t be obvious about it.
Scorpio: Wears casual clothing but somehow they look amazing. Their smile is magnetic and they will make you laugh at every opportunity they get, and if you make them laugh too they’re as good as yours. Makes great conversation without revealing any personal information. Will look for excuses to touch you ‘by accident’ all night, and probably wants to take you dancing after dinner. Will probably also get drunk but will buy all your drinks if you let them. If they get the right vibe from you, they’ll kiss you but they won’t put themselves on the line unless they’re sure they won’t be rejected.
Sagittarius: Wears a nice outfit, but nothing too attention-getting. Tusseled hair and bright eyes that captivate you. Smiles really big all night and giggles a lot. Is happy to tell you anything you want to know but probably won’t ask too much about you unless you offer the information, because they don’t want to pry. Takes you to do something lighthearted and fun after dinner, where you can be alone together without too much attention on you. Pays for everything and refuses to let you even touch your wallet. Talks about their big dreams for the future and all the amazing things going for them. Kisses you if they think you’re into it, and is confident that you are (unless you aren’t, then they can definitely tell).
the hp writers net created quite a racket! discourse, as you may call it.
[ 5:43 PM ] paula:
#ravenclaw confessions: I don’t always have paint on my hands
[ 5:43 PM ] amber:
Reminder to ravenclaws who don’t have blue eyes: you’re still as valid as slytherins with blue eyes uwu
[ 5:43 PM ] eve:
slytherin confessions: i have never murdered anyone
[ 5:44 PM ] amber: Not all slytherins poison :/
[ 5:44 PM ] eve: some people?? have blue eyes?? to cope??
[ 5:45 PM ] sophia: Ravenclaw confession: I hate studying
[ 5:45 PM ] paula: You
[ 5:45 PM ] amber: ALL
[ 5:46 PM ] eve: friendly reminder that not all gryffindors own lions uwu
[ 5:46 PM ] liyah:
I’M NOT A SLYTHERIN BUT I MURDER SOMEONE EVERYDAYYY
[ 5:46 PM ] paula: Winged eyeliner is not just for slytherins 😩
[ 5:46 PM ] paula: Guys I’m a ravenclaw and I wear eyeliner ??? Break stereotypes 🙏
[ 5:47 PM ] paula: Sometimes I’m not aesthetic and it’s really hard #that ravenclaw life
[ 5:48 PM ] eve: #notallslytherins murder people
[ 5:49 PM ] amber: WEARING BLACK ACRYLIC NAILS WHEN YOU AREN’T FROM DEMON HOUSE IS HOUSE SPIRIT APPROPRIATION
[ 5:50 PM ] eve: Daily reminder you can’t own books if you’re not from ravenclaw
[ 5:50 PM ] sophia: Ravenclaws aren’t always the best or smartest at everything #remember hermione brightest witch of our age
[ 5:50 PM ] amber: I have a lot of friends who follow me on here that do this so I won’t name any names but if
[ 5:52 PM ] amber: SOME PEOPLE WEAR A PLAID SHIRT?? BECAUSE WE’RE COLD???
[ 5:52 PM ] eve: youre not a true slytherin if you cant name all their albums, acrylic nails, black lipstick, literal murder and water
[ 5:52 PM ] ray: i only wear black clothes, did the sorting hat got it wrong? should i donate all my clothes to any friendly slytherin?
[ 5:52 PM ] amber:
If you actually read the post you would know that slytherins aren’t friendly :/
[ 5:53 PM ] amber:
Going on an adventure?? Omg these hufflepuffs are breaking!!! Down!! House stereotypes!!!
[ 5:53 PM ] amber: Friendly house is yellow house
[ 5:54 PM ] amber: What the hell is a hufflepuff
[ 5:54 PM ] amber: Anyway I love jigglypuff house :))
[ 5:54 PM ] eve: oh yes the four houses, gryffindor ravenclaw slytherin and reads smudged writing jigglypuff
[ 5:54 PM ] eve: slytherin confessions: i have never murdered anyone
[ 5:55 PM ] amber: Picking sunflowers to give to your friends #littlehufflepuffthings
[ 5:55 PM ] amber: Going on adventures #allgryffindorsrelate
[ 5:56 PM ] amber: LITERALLY MURDERING YOUR ENEMIES BY PUTTING POISON IN THEIR GLASS DURING A DINNER PARTY #justslytherinthings
[ 5:56 PM ] eve:drowning #justslytherinthings
[ 5:56 PM ] paula: Cram
😂? the only thing I’m cramming is my dreams! The grind😩👊👏👏never stops❌❌❌. Only ravenclaws will understand
[ 5:57 PM ] amber:
You killed that test??
😂😂Ravenclaws🙄🙄.The only thing I kill🔪🔪🔪 is my enemies💯💯💯💯 SLYTHERINS 🐍🐍UNITE🖤🖤🖤
[ 6:00 PM ] amber: #yellowhouse
[ 6:00 PM ] amber: #poisondrownings
[ 6:00 PM ] amber: #bookcathedral
[ 6:01 PM ] tayla: #plaidshirtsnredhair
[ 6:01 PM ] eve: #sunflowerhouse
[ 6:01 PM ] tayla: #iceandpretentious
[ 6:02 PM ] tayla: #blueeyesandallthebooks
[ 6:03 PM ] amber: dystopian au
[ 6:04 PM ] amber: “Sunflower house and demon house are never supposed to mingle… But I couldn’t help but fall in love with her and her black acrylic nails from afar. She wasn’t like book house girls, with pretentious quotes and ice cold blue eyes. She was special. If she was a poison, I wanted to drink it all.”
[ 6:04 PM ] amber: NEVER WAS THERE MORE A TALE OF WOE THAN OF THAT OF SUNFLOWER HOUSE AND BLOOD HOUSE
[ 6:05 PM ] sophia: Non-ravenclaws can’t understand this post: the feeling of going into a bookstore
[ 6:09 PM ] paula: Only slytherins will understand
[ 6:09 PM ] paula: Tfw you apply makeup. Only slytherins will get this
[ 6:10 PM ] amber: Me, looking at the blue sky; yes okay we get it you’re a ravenclaw just take your books and go
[ 6:10 PM ] amber: slytherins teaching the dumb other houses how to apply eyeshadow
[ 6:13 PM ] amber: [banging books down on the table] let ravenclaws wear heavy makeup!!!
[ 6:15 PM ] amber: Gryffindor muggleborns showing their friends new places to go on adventures in the muggle world. Ravenclaw muggleborns showing their friends their favourite muggle books. Hufflepuff muggleborns picking flowers with their pureblood friends. Slytherin muggleborns teaching their slytherin friends about new types of poisons
[ 6:15 PM ] amber: Just kidding. Everyone knows there isn’t any muggleborns in death eater house
[ 6:19 PM ] amber: Murdered anyone and used their blood for a face mask lately?
[ 6:20 PM ] eve: ugh no thats servants work, i had one of my house elfs do it for me
[ 6:20 PM ] amber: Just saw a girl with red hair and a black outfit like smh make up your mind are you in gryffindor or slytherin?
[ 6:25 PM ] yuki: just pick a random house for the next seven years; it’s not like they’re sorting you based on your personality and where you fit best.
Rain fell harshly from the thick, black clouds that hung over Gotham City like a permanent bad omen, hammering it’s warning down on the few good people who ventured out this late at night and the many sketchy folks who made their living at this sort of hour. By the devil’s hour, it would likely be storming; Stiles was glad he’d brought his waterproofs. He parked his car down one of the many dark and secluded alleys the diamond district had to offer and climbed out into the downpour.
He was out of costume, instead choosing to wear a tailored suit that he kept in the back of his closet for occasions where he had to fit in. His red and black outfit, the one he usually wore at this time of night, was bundled up in a ball, hidden inside the back seats of his car. If anyone managed to break in, he doubted they’d find his costume - not before he dealt with them, anyway.
The Iceberg Lounge was as grand and as obnoxious as Stiles had thought it would be. Penguin really didn’t spare any expense when it came to his most prized business venture and Stiles found himself rolling his eyes despite his best efforts. Everything was a cool blue and attacked the senses no matter where you looked. Stiles didn’t know how anyone could spend more than ten minutes in this place without developing a headache. Still, business was booming - which was exactly what Stiles was hoping for.
There, in the centre of the room, not even attempting to hide in the shadows, sat Derek Hale - yes, that Derek Hale.
“Stiles!” Stiles whipped his head to the side, immediately on the defensive at the sound of his name being called but instantly felt his muscles relax as he took in the woman before him. “You came.”
Erica was a bombshell, all decked out in leather pants and jacket with a leopard print, velvet corset underneath. She also sported her gang’s signature choker, a tradition that only she seemed to be keeping up now that the Hale Pack - as the liked to call themselves - had ventured out and left behind their old, cartoonish gimmick.
“For a minute there I thought you’d stood me up,” She pouted, poking out her crimson covered bottom lip.
Stiles looked down, then brought his eyes back up to meet Erica’s, gazing over at her through his lashes in a way he hoped seemed bashful. “I didn’t mean to worry you,” He explained, voice meek.
Erica laughed musically and clapped her hands together once, looking practically overjoyed. “You’re just adorable!” She squealed and snaked one of her arms between Stiles’ own and his side, linking them. “There’s someone you just have to meet!”
Fifteen minutes later and Stiles still hadn’t gotten anything. He was sat at the table of one of the most feared and respected drug lords in all of Gotham, surrounded by crooks and villains - many of which Red had helped put away over the years - and somehow not a single one of them could run their mouths just this once. He knew Whittemore was a talker. Just last month the blond haired ‘beta’ had accidentally aided Banshee in locking up half of the upper east side alone. Tonight, however, his lips were decidedly sealed.
It must be Hale, Stiles thought, bringing his strangely coloured drink to his lips. It tasted weird, though Stiles wasn’t exactly surprised. Most of the overpriced shit in this joint was odd, to say the least. There’s no way any of them will slip up with their boss at the table.
“You’re staring,” Derek purred, placing his glass back down on the table and pushing it aside. It was quickly carried away by a shifty looking waitress. “Do you have something to say to me, puppy?”
Stiles’ mouth dropped open into a small ‘o’ shape. He blinked, feeling his cheeks beginning to heat and cleared his throat. “U-um, n-no sir-”
“Oh, Derek,” Erica chastised, saving Stiles’ ass. It didn’t matter that she was one of the most thoroughly twisted people Stiles had ever met; he was buying her something pretty tomorrow. “Don’t bully him. The poor boy probably just got lost in your eyes or something,” The girl grinned wickedly and Stiles decided she wasn’t getting anything pretty after all.
“Or something,” Derek said easily before pushing himself away from the table and coming over to stand directly behind Stiles. All of the hair on the back of his neck stood to attention and his skin almost glowed with heat. He hadn’t been this close to Derek since… “Would you care for this dance?”
Sure that he had been found out, Stiles snapped his head back to look up at the drug lord with startled eyes. “What?”
Derek just smirked, “Would you like to dance with me?”
That… could work. He wasn’t going to get any info out of the pack tonight, that was for sure, but maybe he could get something out of Derek once they were alone. If there was one thing he knew, it was how to make Derek Hale sing… though he wasn’t sure if the tactics he usually used would be welcome amongst high society - even if they were all technically criminals.
“Um, of course,” Stiles blushed - because nothing said weak and harmless like blushing in front of a handsome man who was responsible for the death of hundreds at his own hands and possibly thousands at the hands of others. The handsome man part helped significantly. It didn’t matter how many times he stared into the eyes of the alpha, his knees still got weak and his dick still got hard. Well, not right now, though… obviously.
Derek led Stiles out onto the packed dance floor and pulled him flush against his chest. The lights were up, as was the norm, and from this position, Stiles could see every fleck of the blues and greens that made up Derek’s dazzling eyes. They were gorgeous, just like the rest of him and it took everything within Stiles not to give in to his desires and lean forward, tasting Derek’s stubble surrounded lips. He wasn’t sure how he managed to control himself but somehow found it to simply sway with the slow music from the band.
“If you don’t mind me saying, you look delicious tonight, Stiles,” Derek’s voice was like honey, thick and warm as it poured over Stiles, making him shudder. “If you’re not careful, someone might eat you up.”
“I’m not worried,” He replied, trying to appear as unaffected as possible. It wasn’t very possible.
“No?” Derek raised both of his eyebrows. Like that he looked almost innocent and it made part of Stiles smile - the other part of him was horrified; if there was one thing Derek Hale was not, it was innocent.
Stiles tilted his chin up and looked over Derek’s shoulder. He was only a little bit offended by Derek’s lack of faith in his abilities to take care of himself - after all, there was no way for Derek to know who he really was. “I’m tougher than I look.”
“That’s good to know. A young thing like you needs to know how to defend himself, especially in a place like this. You never know what could happen when you’re surrounded by a bad crowd.”
The pack were back at the table, all crowded around each other and gossiping while their eyes stayed glued directly to Derek’s back. Erica made eye contact with him and winked, smiling wolfishly. If he wasn’t careful, he might find himself caring for that girl.
“How do you know I’m not part of that bad crowd?” Stiles asked, turning his eyes away from Erica and back to Derek. That was a mistake. The light and somewhat lofty expression Derek had been wearing earlier was gone and replaced by something different, something Stiles couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“Oh, just a feeling…” He muttered, bright eyes turning dark - and maybe just a little red. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before. Not here, at least.”
“The Iceberg Lounge isn’t really my scene,” Stiles admitted and blinked away, starting to feel hot under the collar and just the tiniest bit wobbly. He’d probably let Erica pour far too many drinks down his throat… probably.
“You don’t come here a lot,” Derek said, no hint of a question in his voice as he lightly brushed his lips against the lobe of Stiles’ ear.
Stiles gulped, “No. This would be the first time.”
“Good,” Derek whispered and his grip on Stiles’ waist and hand tightened. He was pretty sure the man wasn’t smiling. “Make sure you don’t come back.”
“You don’t want me here?” He whispered in response, trying to add a little hurt into his tone.
“You’re surrounded by the equivalent of the shit on the bottom of Gotham’s shoe. I don’t want them anywhere near you,” Derek growled and pulled Stiles closer - if that was even possible -until Stiles’ face was crushed into the alpha’s shoulder. He smelt good, spicy and warm - like home. It wasn’t difficult to let his eyes fall shut, to slowly allow his body to shut down as he collapsed into the cradle of Derek’s safe and gentle arms.
He was too far gone to register it, but somewhere in the back of his cloudy mind, he heard Derek’s soft voice whisper an apology.
If you want to slowly transition your wardrobe to get Cheryl’s style, try these tips!
* Cheryl is known for wearing the colors red and black within her outfits. The color red is mostly seen in her tops, once in a blue moon on her skirts, whereas her bottoms are black (and appears interchangeably between her bottoms and tops). Invest in blouses that offer a tie neck, those appearing throughout Cheryl’s wardrobe. If buying a crop top, she seems to favor twist ones (can be seen in episode 2&7). Simple cherry print tops are never something to turn down.
* Cheryl’s “persona” seems to revolve around the idea of cherries. Buy vintage cherry pins (best website is etsy) to attach to your top. Besides cherries, just invest in vintage pins in general. They can be seen added throughout her wardrobe so be it on her belt or shirt.
* If you’re not as comfortable showing your legs off as Cheryl, slip on some black tights (not leggings) underneath your skirt or pair your outfit off with some black knee high socks!
* If it’s cold outside and a long sleeve blouse/top won’t suffice, slip on a leather jacket (keep it red or black) to stay warm. If leather isn’t your preference, substitute it with an elegant blazer, nothing too extreme that would take away from the outfit but rather add on to it.
* If you’re buying more shoes - Cheryl strictly sticks to heels. Invest in black and red open toed shoes along with a closed pair. If the heel is closed, avoid a round front. Go for more of a pointed toe. Material wise, don’t pick out anything suede. Faux/normal leather is the way to go, preferably patent leather to provide the heel with a glossy look.
* Switch your backpacks to shoulder bags. Make sure the strap is solid or is a chain/wrapped in chain. Never go for anything heavily jeweled. Keep it simple.
* With dresses, she has seemingly made sure they are collared. Buy dresses where the collar is never plain, it always being different from the rest of the dress (but isn’t over the top). An example would be the collar being an evidently different material/having a different texture than the dress. Simple embroidery is also an option.
* For necklaces, keep it to the maximum of black chokers.
* Every time you pick something off the rack/shelf, ask yourself: Is it something you can see Cheryl wear?
Where can you find brands/stores selling Cheryl inspired clothing?
Sad and Tragic Stories- Damian Wayne/Robin X Reader
You watched as the light faded away, casting a faint orange glow to the city you call home. Usually you would be finishing homework or reading a book, but you felt like watching the sun sink into the horizon. You snuggled closer into your knitted blanket and watched the sun finally disappear. One by one, the lights on the streets and the rooms in the buildings glimmered with pale lighting. You hated that the light pollution in Gotham prevented you from seeing the stars, and often pondered on booking a flight to the Atacama Desert in Chile to stargaze for hours. Even Dami- You shook your head. Of course you had to think about him, you scolded yourself. You sighed and returned your attention to the illuminated city. Why did he have to do it? You had no idea why, but a little voice in the back of your mind always says that it’s your fault. You knew you did nothing wrong, but what caused him to abandon you when you needed him the most? Your mother is in the hospital, your siblings are on the other side of the country with your father, and now you lost the love of your life. You felt warm tears fall down your cheeks and immediately wiped them off. You thought about the scene in The Outsiders and thought about its relatability. Nothing Gold Can Stay held an immense truth to you and there was nothing you could do about it. The doctors said that your mother only had a few months to live due to her wounds from the mugging and gave you many looks of pity and reassurance. You didn’t need anything from them, you needed your mom back, you needed your family back together, and you needed him. A faint knock from your apartment door interrupted your thoughts and echoed throughout your dark apartment. You stood up and abandoned the blanket at the window. When you reached the door you looked through the peep hole in the door and saw your elderly neighbor, Mary, holding what looked like her famous double chocolate chip cookies. You slightly smiled at her kindness and opened the door.
“Hi Mary. How’s the mint plant I gave you?” you asked.
Your smile faded when you saw blood dripping down her head.
“Mary, are you alright? You’re bleeding! Let me go get my medical supplies,” you stammered.
You were about to get the medical supplies but Mary collapsed onto the carpeted floor. You immediately rushed to her and tried to find the wound. There was bruising on the back of her head and a huge cut to go with it. Cackles could be heard to your left and caused shivers to travel up your spine. When you gained the courage to look up, the psychotic clown himself was munching on a cookie and staring at you with bloodshot eyes. You stood up and ran into your apartment, desperately searching for your phone. As you were running through your apartment, two gunshots taunted your ears. You collapsed and screamed. Excruciating pain erupted in your chest and abdomen. Tears clouded your vision and streamed down your face.
“Awwww. Don’t cry, girlie. Your neighbor over there is only knocked out and you are invited to my party!! There will be balloons, candy, cake, and a few other people I invited!! It’s gonna be a blast!!”
You screamed when he grabbed your wrist and dragged you across your carpet. He dragged you through the hall and into the elevator. You felt disoriented and nauseated, and the pain was becoming too unbearable. You felt your blood oozing out of your wounds and attempted to cover your free hand on the bullet wound in your chest, but your hand was too heavy. Everything was gaining a darker tone and soon you were too tired to keep your eyes open.
“Don’t worry, girlie! I’ll make sure Harley will fix you up for the party!”
You woke up on a table with leather straps wrapped around your torso and legs. The rough material dug into your skin, obviously bruising it the longer you remain trapped. Humming could be heard and music could be faintly heard off in the distance.
“Oh goodie ya awake!” a female voice squealed.
You moved your head to the right to see Harley Quinn in her usual red and black outfit with a matching psychotic smile on her face.
“Mistah J was wonderin’ when ya were gonna wake up. I’ll go tell him!!”
She happily bounced out of the room and slammed the metal door shut, leaving you alone in, what looked like to you, a torture chamber. Where do they get the frickin money for this?? You squirmed in the restraints until you got your right arm free. You felt around your torso for the bullet wound and came in contact with stitches. You frowned and put your hand near the bullet wound on your abdomen, which were also stitched. You heard footsteps coming from the opposite side of the door and fearfully slipped your hand back under the leather strap. The door bursts open and cackles flooded into the room.
“I hope you had a good nap, because the party is about to start!!” Joker exclaimed excitedly.
“I’ll get her chair, Puddin’!” Harley said while walking toward a decayed wooden door.
She pulled out a very colorful wheelchair that had matching leather straps with the table. While she was pulling out the wheelchair, Joker picked up a syringe from the metal table and plunged it into your neck. Your shout of pain was muted by his gloved hand. He pulled the syringe out and removed his hand.
“Just to make sure you don’t leave the party early.”
He then started to unbuckle the straps and drag your limp body onto the wheelchair. Harley fastened the straps on your arms, torso, and legs and started wheeling you through the dark hallway. Any attempt at moving a single centimeter went to waste and you were soon pushed into a room with faded bright colors and a massive broken window. She placed you in the empty spot in between black and yellow chairs and left you to join Joker across the room.
“You might be wondering why I brought you here! Well, I guess it all started when I saw a little bird frequently visit your window. You know what I thought? ‘Hey! The boy blunder either is a peeping tom, or cares about this girl!’ Your neighbor’s cookies were fantastic by the way,” he commented, “and now we’re waiting for my other party guests to arrive! But first, I wanted to give you a present for coming to my party!”
Harley handed him a small case and let a huge smile grow on her face. He opened the hatch and pulled out another syringe, but this time the liquid was green. Your eyes widened and your breathing rapidly increased. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and almost exploded when he was only inches away from your bruised neck. You felt the needle pierce your neck and soon its contents went into your bloodstream. Tears shed down your face and soon met the floor. He yanked out the needle and threw it onto the ground, the sound of glass breaking echoing throughout the room. He looked up to the ceiling and smiled.
“Hello, Batsy!! A little birdie showed me this wonderful flower!! Well, now she’s wilted, but that’s not the point,” he laughed.
“Let her go, Joker,” Batman’s deep voice demanded.
Joker tutted, “You always have a poor choice of words.”
He kicked your wheelchair towards the broken window and watched you drop. You couldn’t even let out a scream. You always thought that you were going to die happy, maybe have a few kids and a loving husband watching over you. You guessed the universe decided that was too kind.
“(Y/N)!” a familiar voice called out.
You felt the back of the wheelchair being grasped and you were suspended only a few yards away from the ground. You were slowly lowered to the ground and Robin quickly ran to your side to unfasten the straps. Once they were removed, he pulled you out of the chair and held you closely. After a couple of seconds, he readjusted you so he was carrying you bridal style. Just as he thought you were safe, you started laughing uncontrollably. His eyes widened and he ran as fast as he could to the Batmobile.
“Father! Please tell me you’re finished with the Joker, (Y/N) was injected with a newer version of Joker’s toxin.”
“I’m coming,” his father responded.
He looked back to you and hoped that it wasn’t too late to save you. Your face was stuck in a smile and tears were falling down your dirt covered face. Your face was getting paler and paler by the second and your body was seizing. He urged himself to go faster and finally met his father at the Batmobile. He handed your shaking body to his father and watched his father inject you with the antidote. You stopped laughing in a few minutes and faded out of consciousness.
“This will help, but not permanently. If this is a new toxin, then we need to have the proper antidote for her to recover.”
Damian nodded and glanced at you once again. This was the reason why he broke off your relationship: to make sure you were never involved and harmed. He had failed and you received the penalty. Bruce placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, hoping to provide him some comfort. Damian removed his father’s hand from his shoulder and made his way towards the passenger seat of the Batmobile. Bruce sighed and looked back at your unconscious form. He secured you into the gurney and walked to the driver’s seat. This was going to be a long night.
Once Bruce had taken your blood sample to made the antidote to the new toxin, Damian never left your side. Dick and Tim often came down to give Damian food and offer to watch you while he slept, but always refused to sleep. When Tim failed to persuade him, he left the room to help Bruce out with the antidote. After thirty minutes of arguing, Damian promised to sleep when it turned 9:00. That gave him ten more minutes to watch over your lifeless form and hope for the best.
“I know you’re the last person you would want to see right now,” Damian said, “but I never wished to hurt you, or put you into harm’s way. The reason why I ended our relationship was to protect you. Everyone I care about has been harmed in this type of life and now you have been too.”
Damian swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing.
“I have heard from many of my family’s experiences of either losing or having their loved ones harmed. I couldn’t imagine seeing you dead or harmed, so I did what I thought was best. I have read many tragedies, and I had to remind myself that they could become reality. They are sad and tragic stories, just like ours. I tried to prevent it, I have done everything I could to protect you, but it wasn’t enough. The reason why the Joker found you was because of me. I watched over you ever since I broke your heart, my cowardice led me to believe that you wouldn’t be safe, but I was the true reason why you were put in harm’s way. I am sorry for causing you this much pain. I wish that we didn’t live in this cruel and unjust world, but fate was not on our side. I hope that it will be on our side now.”
Damian grasped your hand and laid his head on the cot, finally letting sleep pull him into unconsciousness. Dick soon entered the room to tell Damian it was time, but was surprised to see him fast asleep with his hand holding yours. He slowly closed the door and walked toward the Bat Computer.
“Damian is asleep,” he told Bruce.
“Good,” he replied, “he needs his rest, especially after tonight.”
ySo remember in my blurb that I said that if the reader was a witch, they would have a familiar and said little thing would try to hook em up? WELL I DECIDED TO MAKE A FIC OUT OF IT!!! Witch!Reader x Wanda Maximoff!!!!
MCU!Wanda or Comic!Wanda, don’t matter. Most likely Comic!Wanda tho haha. Hope y’all enjoy! I kinda based this off of a puzzle game I play haha.
Warnings: Little familiar being cute and mischievous? Cute shit. Hijinks. Swears. Kinda nudity. It also sucks.