• him and shiro are best bros but because of the age difference, shiro is hard to talk to about things with sometimes
• sometimes when he sees the garrison trio his stomach drops and he has to look away because he’s never had a friendship like theirs, where they seem to make the most of being stuck in space a million miles from home by making silly puns and jokes
• keith never realized how lonely he actually was until he sees lance and pidge leaning on hunk, watching tv. they’re so comfortable around eachother?
• he talks to the mice sometimes
• pidge finds out about his obsession with conspiracy theories and they go onto a ‘haunted’ planet together (with the permission of coran of course). they become best buds there after being chased out by something they couldn’t see. It was traumatising and they agreed to never go again.
• hunk realized how touch deprived keith was so he always took the opportunity to hug him and even though he never returned the hugs at first, keith began to initiate the hugs later on
• he started telling pidge about his crushes. he told her about lance and she was not suprised and then he told her about rolo which earned him a hard punch.
• lance took one look one long look at keith and dragged him to his room. “your pores are filthy, kogane!” he got keith to wear face masks and forced him to wash his hair “your mullet wouldn’t look so bad if you washed it often, it’s so greasy wth”
• lance checks up on keith to make sure he’s getting enough “beauty sleep” almost every night until keith gets annoyed “if you want to sleep with me so bad, you could just ask instead of being creepy in the doorway!” “yes.” “…what?” “…”
• in conclusion he no longer feels left out of the trio, they bond over their hatred for iverson and the trio can’t get enough of the shit keith managed to pull off at the garrison without getting caught. he still refuses to tell anyone why he was kicked out though
i’m at that point where i try to study but i physically can’t bring myself to so i get really stressed and i dont know if i care too much or i dont care at all but it makes me overwhelmed and all i want to do is sleep
wait tell me in what way is the 5sos fandom sexist
Okay so I’m gonna preface this with clarifying that I am in no way asserting that everyone in this fandom is sexist. The point of me bringing this up and trying to open a discussion about this is so that an acknowledgement of the worrying portion of the fandom that is sexist can be made.
The biggest problem, in my opinion, is how, in general, the 5sos fam treats the girls that 5sos see. Regardless of your personal opinion on these girls, the things that this fandom says about the girls they date are disgusting.
Before we even know anything about the girls, people immediately jump to the conclusion that the girl is dating them for the money, that they’re manipulating the guys, or that their only worth is their relationship with the boys. It feeds in from the ancient archetype of the Evil Woman™ who only cares about vanity and who only has her best interests in mind.
People act as if these girls have no lives outside of destroying the lives of the boys. As if they have no personal lives of their own, like their relationship is literally all that defines them. That. Is. Not Okay. Girls who see people perpetuating these ideas are then led to believe that who they date or have dated in the past are their only defining factors.
Of course, I realize that it’s hard to avoid this since it makes sense that we’d only talk about the girls in context of the boys, but some of the posts that I’ve read that are dedicated to tearing the girls down will make them out to be self-obsessed monsters who truly don’t have anything going for them outside of their relationships. Most, if not all, of us don’t know jack shit about these girls’ personal lives. We have no place to be making such presumptions.
The part of the fandom that actively hate their girlfriends also make it seem like the boys are helpless kids who are the victims 110% of the time. I’ve said it a million times and I’ll say it again: 5sos are anything but perfect. They’ve made so many shitty decisions in the past, but most of us recognize that that’s okay (to a certain extent). We realized that their shitty decisions aren’t the only things that define them and we know that we ourselves have done or said equally shitty things before as well. So, acknowledging these things, we move on from their “””problematic””” histories and move on.
But then?? If one of the girls did something on May 22nd, 2011, at 8:02:35 am, you best believe people in this fandom will be pulling up those receipts non-fucking-stop. It’s ridiculous. Like I said, you may have your own personal opinions on these girls, and that’s completely fine, but the notion that the girls must be perfect angels almost every moment of every day while ignoring the fact that the boys are anything but is ultimately and undeniably sexist.
Even just the idea that the boys are helpless and clueless idiots who can’t possibly survive unless we, their 170 IQ, 4.7 GPA holding fans, educate them by “””exposing””” what their gfs have done is sexist to the boys as well!! They’re full grown adults. People in this fandom act as if they’re children who don’t have the brain capacity to decide on their own whether who they’re dating is good for them or not.
And this sexism isn’t new either. Even before any of the boys began officially dating girls, the “groupie drama” of yesteryear was just as ugly. I’m not gonna get into whether any of it was true or not (because frankly who cares), but even if hypothetically they did have “groupies”: 1) The term itself is gross. It reduces the girls down to nothing but casual fucks to not care about later and 2) The girls would always be the ones getting called sluts or other similar, shitty names, despite the fact that, surprise surprise!! Sex involves at least two parties!! Anything that the girls were being blamed for should have, at the very least, been directed to the guys as well. (Not that any hate like that should ever be directed to anyone ever, for the record.)
The sexism was high key years ago, and it’s just as bad today. Even just searching Crystal’s name on Twitter/Tumblr/Insta will get you to posts of people hating on Crystal for dying her hair blonde,,, as if Michael - her boyfriend!!! - hasn’t dyed his hair a million times before.
And if anyone reading this is still not convinced, I urge you to imagine if any of the boys were dating a guy instead, and then try to tell me if the guy would get even a fraction of the hate these girls get. (Of course, that’s also a product of the regressive fetishization of homosexuality among fandoms in general, but that’s another rant for another day.)
Everyone definitely has differing opinions on these girls that they’re dating or have seen in the past, and I’m sure those opinions will greatly influence your opinion on this matter. However, I think even by just looking at the drama in this fandom objectively, it is undeniable that even if all of the hate caused by the idiosyncrasies of their relationships with the boys were removed from the equation, we’d still be left with the immense amount of internalized sexism that parts of this fandom have wrongfully encouraged for years now.
“I’ve never had crazy, crazy goals. I’ve never put down a list of things I want to achieve by a certain time. It’s been lots of ‘one foot, then the other.’ It’s stepping stones: Once you get one foot firmly on this stone, then you put your foot on the next one.”
Hey guys! So this is my first TC imagine and I don’t know whether I’ve used the acronyms etc right and I don’t know how good it is so feedback is appreciated!! Also was typed on my phone so formatting could be dodgy…
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You walked into class, trying not to make eye contact with him. It was the second lesson this week and you knew he had noticed that something was up the lesson before. He had seemed so confused when you left as soon as the bell rang, with your bag having been packed 5 minutes before the end of the lesson.
Maybe he had gotten used to you packing up slowly and always being the last one out? Maybe he even liked -
You squashed the thought as soon as it entered your mind. It was pointless hoping. It was pointless trying. You probably inconvenienced him more than anything, by being so slow at packing up. Besides, why would he enjoy your company? It’s not like you had the courage to even speak to him, and you would stutter out every other word, turning bright red as you did so.
You took your seat at the back of the class and made sure that your hair fell over your face in a way that seemed almost natural. You felt his gaze - but didn’t look up.
For the first time that year, you barely listened to a word he said throughout the lesson. You managed to write your name and the date on the paper and then held the pen poised to look as though you were writing for the rest of the lesson.
It seemed to be an interesting lesson. They were all laughing at one point. He had probably made another of his jokes. But it felt as though you were in a bubble, detached from everyone else. Everything seemed muted and hazy. You just wanted to get away, go outside, be anywhere but here.
Suddenly the laughter stopped.
You looked up.
Everyone’s eyes were on you.
“Y/N, you can answer this one! It’s your favourite topic, remember?” He was looking at you, desperately it seemed, with his reassuring smile. It seemed he wanted to know if you were ok, for you to give a sign of some sort. A part of you fluttered - he had remembered that this was your favourite topic!
You glanced at the board and quickly understood what they were learning today. You grasped the subject almost intuitively and could interpret things almost instantly - and he had noticed from the start. It was the reason why he had started to notice you in the first place.
“Sorry, what was the question?” you asked tentatively. You looked up and met his eyes for the first time this lesson. His eyes, bright and passionate as ever when teaching his subject. You noticed the slightly crinkle around the corner of his eyes, the slight squint, a silent question - are you ok?
You smiled back at him, trying to hide the emotions from your face. It was a fake smile if he had ever seen one. But it was also a silent exclamation - not in front of everyone! You hoped he’d understand.
“Yes everyone, she’s back!” he smiled. He knew the smile had been fake, but he also knew that you wouldn’t say anything with everyone around. The others turned back to face the front, seemingly satisfied with your expression.
“The question was, why does urbanisation increase literacy rates?”
You answered the question. It was strange how he managed to do this. It had just been a smile, a look, a short phrase to show that he remembered things about you, that he cared. One of the few that did. And he had reminded you that you weren’t useless. That you could do stuff!
“Exactly! Well done, Y/N! Alright everyone, lesson’s over! Have a great weekend, I’ll see you on Tuesday! And as a treat from me, no homework today!” he shouted over the ringing of the bell and the clamour of people packing up.
You scrambled to pack your bag. You needed to get away quickly, before he asked you what was up. Before you lost all control in front of him.
“Damn it!” you yelled as your folder fell on the ground, slipping from your hand in your haste to pack up. Pieces of paper flew out of it on the way down. Great.
A few people stopped to help but left after a few seconds - it was Friday, no one wanted to spend any more time than necessary at school. Besides, it would probably take a while.
“You want a hand with that?” you heard a familiar voice ask, as the final person left the room, the door quietly shutting behind them. You paused. Waited for your heart rate to slow down again. How could his voice do this to you?
“Thanks!” you replied, not looking up. You could feel the warmth emanating from his skin beside you.
You both knelt on the ground over the folder, barely inches apart. You saw him glance at you a few times but you didn’t, couldn’t, look at him. You scooped up the paper and shoved it in the folder, not caring about the order, whilst he meticulously arranged each sheet.
Your hand reached for the final few sheets just as his did and your fingers brushed each other.
“Sorry” you said, blushing furiously and moving to retract your hand.
“She speaks!” You could feel him smiling without even turning to look at him. “Y/N, talk to me. What’s up?”
You could hear the genuine concern in his voice and it made you tear up.
Fuck, you thought. I can’t cry in front of him.
“Um, yeah I’m fine! Why wouldn’t I be?” You kept staring at the ground and tried to make your voice sound jokey. You moved to stand up.
“Y/N. Hey, look at me.” You stared furiously at the ground, suddenly interesting in the fibres the carpet was made from.
“Y/N.” His voice was soft but had that slight gravelly tone which happened when he tried to whisper. You felt a warm touch on your hand.
You looked down and saw his hand placed lightly on top of yours. You looked up at him in surprise.
“You know you can always talk to me?” He looked really worried now.
You looked into his eyes, at his concerned expression. He hadn’t shaved recently and there was a light coat of stubble on his cheeks, and his hair looked slightly ruffled. His shirt sleeves were rolled up as usual and you noticed that the top button of his shirt was undone.
You realised you were staring at him and quickly looked away. Fuck it, you thought. I’ll tell him.
“Thanks. It’s just… everything. It’s all falling apart you know? Like everything? And I don’t really know what to do?” You kept looking at the ground.
“Ok, but what? What exactly is falling apart?” He sounded calmer now, seemingly relieved that you had replied. You felt rather than saw him lean against the wall and you did the same, conscious of the little space which separated you both. You pulled your knees up.
“Everything. Grades, friends, family.” The huge crush I have on you, you thought, but didn’t say. “It’s like… this year has gone by so quickly. And everyone is telling us to start looking at universities, and open days, and courses. And this just doesn’t work for me, you know? I can’t see myself that far in the future, if that makes sense? I can’t see myself past next year, let alone when I’m older. And everyone else seems to be able to do this and I just can’t and it just seems like there’s something wrong with me!” You saw him open his mouth at that but you carried on speaking. It was all rushing out. Everything you had held back for so long.
“And… and it’s like, this whole year has just slipped by. I don’t know what I’ve done, and I’m going to be 18 next year, and leave this place, and I just… it’s like I haven’t lived? It’s like my teenage years have rushed past me in this constant worry about grades and school. Not that that has even done any good! I mean, I just failed my mocks and I actually revised this time around. I don’t enjoy anything anymore and I just… Urgh. Sorry. That wasn’t all supposed to come out. I just… I don’t know. I haven’t really let myself say all that to someone before.”
You glanced up at him, expecting a look of shock and horror. A look of regret for even asking. Why would he even want to deal with the mess that you were?
Instead, he was looking at you with an expression you had never seen on him before. A strange mixture of rawness, concern and something else you couldn’t quite place. He looked younger then, in that moment. The emotions he always kept well hidden were written all across his face. You had never seen him like this before.
It was strange. You had just poured out your soul to him but you felt like you should be the one comforting him instead.
You were still looking into his eyes - transfixed by the stream of thoughts which were flashing behind there.
“Mr TC/N? Are you okay?” you ventured.
He kept looking at you with the same expression, but the emotion you couldn’t quite place was becoming more prominent in his eyes.
He smiled. “Yeah… Yeah. Don’t worry. Just a small flashback into the past, you know?” It was a sad smile.
“Do you want to - I mean, I know you have friends who you’d talk to about stuff and you probably don’t want to talk to me but um, do you want to talk about it?” You looked down quickly.
“Y/N. Why would you think that? Why would I not want to talk to you? You know how much you mean to me!”
You looked up, startled.
Had you just heard that right???
“Don’t look so surprised!” He laughed. “Wasn’t that pretty obvious?”
‘Not to me’, you wanted to reply. 'Not to me, when I always overthink and think the worst and never let myself hope. When I notice that you treat me differently but don’t want to admit it. Because if it’s true, if I am right and you do treat me differently - what would that mean? I’d start to hope. And that? That never works out.’
“I mean… I guess?” you replied instead.
He stared at you. “Y/N. I’ve always connected to you in a strange way. It took me a long time to realise why. But you remind me slightly of how I was at your age. Intelligent but insecure. Opinionated but didn’t like confrontation. Quiet but always thinking. And I also didn’t know what to do, where to go. Hell, I didn’t even want to go to university. I mean, can you believe it, I wanted to drop out at 14 and start a rock band!”
You both laughed at that, imagining him with thick black eyeliner in a screamo concert.
“Hey, it sort of worked out, right? I mean… rock band, DJ - pretty interchangeable?” You nudged his elbow, teasing him. Your confidence around him had grown in the last few minutes and to be honest, you had more to lose if you didn’t say anything.
“Piss off,” he said, smiling. “But yeah, I never knew where to go and what to do. And I could never picture myself that far in the future.
I mean there’d be random moments where I’d think that something would be really cool, but when I tried to picture myself in that position, it would all fall apart.”
You nodded. He was describing everything you had been thinking.
“But that’s not the point. This isn’t about me. I’m just hoping this will help with perspective. Because I’m not the most successful person ever, but, and I’m not exaggerating or lying to you, I really enjoy my life. I love my job. The thing is, it all works out, you know? Shit happens and we deal with it and life goes on. And I think we all forget that at times but, again, don’t take me for someone who’s superstitious and all that, but what I’m trying to say is, if you’re meant to get somewhere, it’ll work out! And every single step there doesn’t have to be perfect or the way you thought it’d be. And so it’s fine for people like us! Better, I’d say! For people who don’t have their lives mapped out, I mean - because we’ll go with the flow and if something happens we deal with it and move on. So don’t ever think there’s something wrong with you. Ever.”
He paused, as if he was thinking about whether to say something.
He apparently decided to.
“And… on the opposite side of that, if something, or, um, someone, comes into our life and makes it better? Then we hold on to them too. Against the odds. Against what we are told is right. We take the risk. Because… thats… um.” He had turned slightly red and seemed to be analysing your expression.
You decided to take the risk.
He was trying to backtrack. “Sorry. Um, I don’t know where that last bit came fro-”
He paused and looked down at his hand in surprise. His hand - which you had grabbed a hold of and laced your fingers through.
He looked at you - a mixture of shock and relief, and smiled. Everything was in that smile. Relief and shock, yes. But also, hope.
You smiled back.
And without thinking about it too much for once, tilted your head slightly so it rested comfortably on his shoulder.
Today was a productive day where I made notes for two of my tests coming up - maths tomorrow (see the arithmetic and geometric series formula cards) and then biology the day after (pages and pages of osmoregulation notes because it’s so content-heavy that I had to handwrite them to actually memorise properly!) The colours I used for both notes just happened to coincidentally match, so I stuck them together for today’s photo. Now is it a coincidence that my tests are one day after the other or are my teachers just messing with me?
Being a single mom was
not something that you had ever expected your future to hold. Having to leave
your home in Star City and go back to Gotham in order to get you and your baby
away from an abusive ex even less so.
“Thanks for letting me
stay with you, Roy”
“It’s no problem, Y/N,
you and Jackson are welcome to stay as long as you want. Trust me, I know all
about needed to get away from Star City”
You reach out and pull
your cousin into a tight hug, “We won’t be staying long, I already have a job
and just need to look for an apartment”
“Don’t worry about it. I know that Gotham can be a difficult
city to find a safe apartment in.”
“Tell me about it, luckily your dad sent in a good word to
Bruce Wayne and I’m going to be his new secretary. It’s a surprisingly good
salary, hopefully I’ll be able to save enough to get us out of Crime Alley –
Not that your apartment isn’t nice! I just -”
“You just don’t want to raise a three year old in Crime
Alley. Don’t worry, I understand”
“You can come live with us, get to a better neighborhood”
Roy ruffles your hair, “Nah, cousin, I like it here, this
place has grown on me. And plus, if I leave whose gonna make sure that the
girls on the corner ain’t pushed around?”
“So you look out for the hookers?”
“They’re sweet ladies, they just gotta do what they gotta
do. I just make sure that the Johns don’t get too rough, and if they need a
snack I’ll toss down a few things”
“You’re such a bleeding heart, Roy!”
“I can’t help it! They have kids and some guys can be
You let out a dry chuckle, “I know all about guys being
assholes. Trust me”
“I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Y/N” Roy pulls you
down onto the couch, “Do you think Jacks will remember anything?”
“I hope not, the only time he really saw Lyle hit me was
when we were trying to leave, at least I hope that’s the only time he saw it.
Jackson’s a smart kid though, hopefully he’s too young to remember anything.”
“You think he’s gonna try and sue for custody?”
“I sure as hell hope not”
Roy smirks, “For his sake I hope to hell he stays far away
Six months later finds you in your own apartment in a much
nicer side of Gotham than Roy’s apartment in Crime Alley. Jackson’s been
enrolled in pre-school, and then goes to daycare while you’re at work.
You kneel down, easily catching your son in your arms, “Hey,
pumpkin! I missed you”
“I missed you too, Mommy!”
Scooping up the now four year old boy you turn and head back
to your car, “I have a little bit of work that I still need to do at the
office, okay sweetheart? Will you be a good boy and draw me a picture while I
The smile your son gives you is bright enough to warm your
heart, “Yeah! And I can tell you about my new friends!”
“Of course, Jacks, of course. You know I always want to hear
about your day”
Jackson continues to talk while you drive back to WE, “And
everyone’s my friend! Even the teacher is really cool! She says that I’m super
smart because I already know how to write my name and read some!”
Thankfully Jackson’s always been eager to learn. He took to
reading relatively quickly, and even wants to try learning how to speak another
language. The woman down the hall from your apartment likes to speak to Jackson
in Italian, and has started to teach you and Jackson a few phrases.
“Did you show her that you can add and subtract too?”
“No, Mrs. Ellie said that we get to do math tomorrow, so I
have to wait”
“Well, if you want you can practice your math when we get
inside, just to make sure that you haven’t forgotten anything”
Jackson’s eyes light up, “Yeah! You’re so smart Mommy”
Once you get Jackson set up with his math problems, several
sheets of paper, and a cup of juice, you can finally finish your work for the
day. Most people think that being a secretary is easy work, and it might be if
you worked for anyone other than Bruce Wayne. Mr. Wayne who was constantly
canceling or rescheduling meetings, having some kind of scandal, or hosting
some kind of party, was a lot of work to keep up with.
“How long are we gonna be here? I’m hungry”
“I’m almost done, sweetheart. I just need to make a few more
of these invitations so I can send them out tomorrow and then we can go.”
You whip around, coming face to face with your boss. “Mr.
Wayne?! What are you doing here so late? I though you left at 3 today”
Bruce raises an eyebrow, “I could ask you the same thing
considering I know you left at 5 pm, but here you are at 6:30pm and still
“I – I had to pick up my son” you make an aborted gesture
towards the four-year-old, “and I had to come back to finish these invitations
for the gala in two weeks …”
“I didn’t even know that you had a son”
“Well, I try not to bring up my personal life at the office,
I mean I’m just your secretary Mr. Wayne”
“Yes, but you’ve been with me for over six months and I
still never knew that you had a son. Hasn’t he gotten sick or anything?”
“Well, my cousin Roy can usually watch Jackson when he’s
sick so I don’t have to take time off work. I mean I can’t really afford to
miss much, it’s a little difficult to be a single mom and pay rent. I was only
just recently able to move out of Crime Alley and I’d like to be able to stay
out of there”
“I’m … sorry. I always asked you to work weekends, or come
in after hours. I never realized you had a son” Mr. Wayne pauses for a minute,
“You mentioned your cousin. Roy? Would that happen to be Roy Harper?”
“Yeah, actually. Do you know him?”
“He and my sons, Jason and Dick, are good friends”
“Yeah, he mentioned a Jason and Dick, but I never got the
chance to meet them before I moved out.”
“Mommy, I’m hungry”
“Sorry, baby, I’m almost done. Do you want some fruit
“Yeah!” You quickly pull out a pack of fruit snacks and pull
it open. “Thanks”
“I’m really sorry, Mr. Wayne, but I need to finish this up
so I can figure out some dinner”
“Actually, I was going to go to dinner with my sons and I
wanted to know if you and Jackson would like to come. It’d be my treat”
“I can’t ask that of you, Mr. Wayne”
“Call me Bruce, and I insist. You’ve made my life so much
easier these past few months that dinner for you and your son would be the
least I can do. What do you think, Jackson? Would you like to go out for dinner
with my sons and I?”
You narrow your eyes at your boss, “What was a dirty trick,
Mr. Wayne, using my own son against me”
“Come on, Y/N, it’s just dinner. And three of my sons are
close to your age, I know that you don’t have very many friends your own age,
not with how much time you spend here and then with how much you must spend
with your boy”
“Please, Mommy? Can we please go? I promise I’ll be good and
I’ll use all my manners”
“Fine, we can go, but you have to clean up after yourself
Jackson scrambles to get everything in order. He puts all of
his papers in his backpack, and throws away his juice cup and snack wrapper.
“All right” Quickly logging out of your computer and
gathering your own things, you turn back to the billionaire, “So, where are we
You all arrive at the small diner at the same time. “Boys,
I’d like you to meek Y/N and her son, Jackson. She was working late tonight and
though it would be nice if they joined us”
“Hi, I’m Dick” The man grins, his blue eyes sparkle with the
light of a man that’s seen a lot in his life, but still manages to see the good
in everyone. “It’s really nice to meet you guys” He doesn’t seem to know how to
handle Jackson though, so it’s obvious that he’s never been around kids.
The second man that steps forward is huge. He’s about as big
as Bruce, but he has gunmetal grey eyes and a strange white streak in his hair.
“I’m Jason” As soon as you let go of his hand Jason crouches down and smiles at
Jackson, “Hey, big man. My name’s Jason, what’s yours?”
The little boy grins and to your surprise darts forward,
wrapping his arms tightly around Jason’s neck. “My name’s Jackson, but mommy
calls me Jacks”
Jason pulls back slightly, a soft smile on his handsome
face, “Oh yeah, bud? And what does your daddy call you?”
You twitch not expecting the question, but before you can
even open your mouth Jackson answers, “Well, my father liked to call me bad
names, like bastard and little shit, and he used to hit mommy, but mommy and me
left to come here and live with Uncle Roy”
Everyone paused, either in shock or in horror at what
Jackson had just said. Slowly crouching down and pulling Jackson away from
Jason, “Baby, we talked about this, remember? We said that we weren’t ever
gonna tell people about your father and what he did.”
“I know, but -”
“You promised that you wouldn’t tell people, Jackson. When
people ask where your father is you tell them …”
“That I don’t have one” Jackson’s lip wobbles, “’m sorry,
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Come on, lets meet everyone else and
then we can eat, alright?”
Dinner is a surprisingly fun affair. It’s full of the
brothers constantly picking at each other, Bruce trying to control his sons,
and your own son’s laughter. Jackson seems to bond even more with Jason and, to
everyone’s apparent surprise, Damian.
Damian places the menu on the table, “No, Jackson, chocolate
milk is obviously superior to plain milk, so that is what we shall get”
“You like chocolate milk too?!”
“tt – of course.”
“Mommy, can I have chocolate milk?”
“Only a small cup, I don’t want you to have too much sugar
Jackson’s smile is bright, “Thank you!”
Jason smiles at you, watching his youngest brother and your
son debate which is better, grilled cheese or chicken nuggets. “He’s a cute
“He’s pretty damn smart too. He was telling me about his
math and reading when you were talking to Tim and Bruce about work.”
Your eyes soften when they fall on your boy, “He’s always
been smart and he soaks up new information like a sponge. He likes to watch
animal documentaries instead of cartoons, and one of my neighbors is teaching
him a little bit of Italian.”
“Even smarter than I thought” Jason’s eyes meet yours, “You
know you’re pretty awesome too”
“I just your dad’s secretary, Jason”
“You’ve also gotten yourself out of an abusive relationship,
and are raising a pretty awesome kid”
A blush starts creeping up your cheeks, “Thank you. You seem
to be pretty good with kids you know”
“Before Bruce adopted me I lived in Crime Alley, there were
a lot of kids on the street that needed to be looked after. I honestly think
that kids can sense that I’ve had experience, that I like to be around kids”
The chocolate milk comes for Damian and Jackson, when Damian
just tries to drink it Jackson shows him the wonder of blowing milk bubbles, “I
was surprised when he hugged you. Ever since we left his father he’s been wary
of strange men, the only man he really likes is Roy. Damian I can understand
because he’s young, but you’re huge and basically a stranger”
“Kids have pretty good instincts, especially ones who’ve
Jackson lets out another shrieking giggle, this time at Dick
and Tim fighting over the last French fry, “You guys are just really good with
him” Dick starts whining when he realizes that Jackson stole the fry among all
the fighting. Bruce calls the waitress over and orders another three servings
“So, I know that we only just met, but I was wondering if
you’d like to go out with me sometime? Like on a date?”
“Yes!” Both you and Jason look at Jackson in surprise, “Say
“You want me to go on a date with Jason?”
Damian snorts, “tt – you would be an acceptable partner for
Todd, much better than any other woman he has brought around. The child is also
acceptable, I quite enjoy his company”
“Glad we have your approval, Demon Brat, but it’s up to Y/N
whether or not she wants to go out with me”
Giving Jason a shy smile you nod, “I think I’d really like
to go out with you, Jason. I mean Roy had some pretty good things to say about
you, and if you’re his best friend than I guess you must be a pretty good guy”
Jason’s grin is blinding, and Jackson cheers, “Yay, mommy!”
Jason’s out patrolling, making one last round before heading
in for the night. He hasn’t been able to stop smiling since Y/N said yes to a
date, but that smile is quickly wiped off his face when a red arrow hits his
Jason yanks off the helmet, looking up in shock at his best
friend, “What the fuck, Roy?! Did you just shoot an arrow at me?!”
“That was a warning shot. You hurt my baby cousin or her boy
and the next time I shoot, you won’t be wearing the helmet. Understand?”
“Yeah – Yeah I understand”
Slowly Roy unnotched his arrow, sliding it back into his
quiver, “Good. Jay, I love you like a brother, but I’m serious, you hurt either
of them and I’ll kill you”