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Jason was minding his own god damn business thankyou very much. He was sat in the back corner of the Gotham public library; it was a bit dusty back there but peaceful. He could read his jane Austen in peace away from all the snobby pretentious Gotham U lit students that thought their every idea was profane and groundbreaking.

Realistically he knows that he could read anywhere, but it’s nice to be surrounded by the catacombs of paper, the smell of old books and to just feel as though he is one with the stories printed on the pages. So, there he sat in his lovely secluded back corner of the library enjoying re-reading Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time.

That was until he heard a cough next to him. He looked up and saw the most beautiful blue eyed twink of a man he had ever seen in his life. He had luscious thick black hair, freckles scattered across high cheekbones like star dust, skin so pale that in the right light it might have a green or even blue tint.

He was a vision of indescribable beauty; and despite all the romance novels he reads, words escaped him. Jason’s mouth fell slightly agape taking in the man before him holding books that looked far too heavy for someone seemingly so thin. He should offer to hold his books, yes, that’s a gentlemanly thing to do to impress the pretty boy. But before he could offer the other spoke in a dreamy smooth voice.

“Do you mind if I steal this end of the table? I got class work to do, and the rest of the library is too loud?” He questioned with the cutest puppy like head tilt Jason had ever seen.

“Yes. All yours.” He gulped out, mouth both wet and dry.

The pretty boy sat himself down at the opposite end of the table and started opening huge textbooks on space and engineering. Oh god, he was smart. Well just kill Jason again why don’t you. It should be illegal to be smart and pretty. Especially when he was typing notes onto an ipad, not a single crease in his brow of confusion at the content. God that was hot.

Jason not so subtly stared at the other from over his book. Not that it mattered, the pretty boy was so engrossed in silently working away that he didn’t notice the lustful gaze upon him. Unfortunately, Jason’s concentration was broken by some of the very same know it all idiots he was trying to escape.

Three, of what can only be described as posh and preppy, students, one of which was wearing a Gotham U letterman jacket walked to the stacks near them. They were talking obnoxiously loudly.

“The hot redhead at the front said the old books were back here somewhere, dunno if she actually knows anything though.” Idiot one said.

“Right, no one with tits that big has a brain. She was wearing glasses, right? You think she just wears those so people think she’s smart and not a slut like every other redhead?” idiot two responded.

Jason was getting mad on Barbra’s behalf, his fists clenching. A quick glance down the table showed pretty boy gritting his teeth clearly frustrated at their conversation as well.

“Now, now, come on guys. Leave her alone. If she’s working a dead-end job like librarian, then those tits and red hair are all she has going for her.” Idiot three cackled.

Before Jason could make a move pretty boy slammed his giant book shut and rose to his feet. He turned to face the three morons and the scene that Jason witnessed made his heartrate jump.

“Will you ignoramus petty dumbasses stop belittling others for one minute so you can get your heads out of your own assess. I know yall are probably frustrated cus no-one, let alone a woman as hot as Barbra, that’s her name BTW, wants to play with your tiny dicks but that’s no reason to be assholes and talk like that behind someone’s back.” He said very sassily putting a hand on his slender hip.

“Now either find the book your looking for quietly or leave. I have assignments to work on and I assume you do to.” He sat back down and opened his book back up, ignoring the three idiots who were now looking from pretty boy to each other.

The three preppy idiots looked offended and unable to form a response. They ultimately left in a rush, their tails between their legs. Jason looked over at the still frustrated man mumbling to himself something about how does Jazz deal with idiots like that.

All that was running through Jason’s head was that this might be the beginning of love.

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Jason was tired, it was nearing on 3am and he had been dealing with a rather troublesome group of drug dealers who thought they could get away with using children as drug runners. In Crime Alley. Can you believe the audacity of these guys, like come on, his number one rule is no kids are to be in any shape way or form to be involved in crime.

So, he was riding his bike slowly through the streets of Crime Alley after a very long night of threats, beatings and maybe a death or two. Wait, slow, why was he going slowly? He looked down at his bike and to his horror saw that his tank was empty. Great, just what he needed.

Luckily one of his safehouses wasn’t too far, he could cut through some of the old alleyways along the warehouse streets and probably make it back by 4am. So, he dragged his bike to the side of street, hid it behind some trash that didn’t look like it had been disturbed in weeks and started walking.

That when he saw it. Three bright red jerry cans thrown haphazardly on the street amongst broken glass. He looked up to the building where they appeared to have been thrown from only to see another come flying out the third story window of the warehouse.

Then before his tired brain could process enough to go investigate, he saw an orange glow begin to emanate from the building. It happened so quickly; there must have been a lot of excellarent in that building or the flames had been working their way outwards for a while.

“Do I, or don’t I deal with this… no ones screaming for help.” With a sigh Red Hood tapped the coms connected to his helmet to connect to Oracle “Hey, there’s a fire on crank street in the alley. I’m too tired to deal with this shit so tonight and tonight only you guys can come in and deal with this.”

“Wait seriously? Ok let me see who’s nearby.” Came Oracles immediate response.

While Jason just stood there stretching out his stiff joints watching the flames grow a thought occurred to him. He had seen a fourth Jerry can get thrown out the window. Someone was in there; damn was he slow tonight. Just as he was about to run in, he saw another window on the fourth and top floor smash open sending a fresh array of glass flying and a body come through.

At first, he thought they were falling but then he released it was like they were floating. The body twisted itself upright in a move so graceful he was sure Dick would be jealous. The persons black jean clad legs came to a point and feet landed flat on the cement sidewalk. Like the being was weightless and perfectly balanced.

The body spun to look at the burning building with a blinding smile of white fanglike teeth. The person took a few steps back and held up their hands in a motion like they were looking through a picture frame. It took all of three seconds for it to click, pretty boy. In his worn jeans and oversized NASA hoodie.

“…Theres no way you jumped like that from the fourth story in jeans so elegantly and didn’t fumble the landing.” Is what eventually coming out of Jasons modulated voice after is brain decided to communicate to his mouth again.

Pretty boys shocked expression turned to face Red Hood, but unlike most who come face to face with the crime lord he smirked. Damn, he was so hot. He was smirking like he could see straight through Jason’s mask and into his soul.

“You think that was elegant? Well, that’s a first for me. Next time tell my friends that ok, they will never believe you.” He winked, actually winked one of those gorgeous dark blue eyes at him with those long lashes.

“…You know arson is wrong.”

“You know being a crime lord and running gangs is wrong.”

“Why did you set a warehouse on fire?”

“Evil government people were using it for storage. Fuck the government.”

“…Agreed”

Jason stared intently into pretty boys’ eyes who in turn looked back into the whites of Jasons mask. He could feel his heart racing a mile a minute.

“-Hood? Nightwing and Robin are on their way to the fire. Are you still at the site your tracker is on and shows you there? Has something happened?” came Oracles voice in the com line.

Before he could even move to respond pretty boy was taking more steps backwards with a smile on his face. He lifted a perfect scar covered hand and waved.

“That’s my cue to leave then, I don’t want to get involved with vigilantes. See you around mister crime lord sir.” And with that off he ran leaving Jason confused as to how he knew the others were on there way.

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Jason would not describe himself as obsessive. Except over his need to protect Crime Alley and have his death avenged preferably via the clown’s violent death. But he needed to know who pretty boy was. So, if this… investigation… became something of an obsession then so be it.

He would just have to enlist the replacements expertise’s in tracking people down and finding out information about them. And no, it’s not stalking. He had legitimate concern, after all the civilian had been caught in the act committing arson. Even if it was to supposedly take out a government warehouse. How bloody hot was that though.

So, he went to Tim. He should have known better, really. It started out fine, Tim doing his thing. Taking images from his masks built in cameras, security footage and library card details from the Gotham public library and traced them all back to one Danny Nightingale. Who according to Tim hadn’t existed past four years ago when he showed up in Gotham to start his aerospace engineering bachelor’s and was now in his first year of his master’s program.

Jason could tell from that first meeting based on the books he had that he was smart but to have it confirmed was something else. Plus, there were plenty of reasons to have a new identify, Jason himself lived under a fake name so who was he to judge. Tim apparently did not agree and found it highly suspicious.

Which is what lead to right now. Dick, Cas and Damian holding Back Jason while he tried to get to Tim. It’s no big deal really, he just needed to gouge his eyes out, preferably with a blunt spoon and saw his hands off with dull butter knifes. Yeah, that would hurt, slow and painful, good.

“I needed to gather more information, getting near him seemed the easiest option., information straight from the source.” Tim exclaimed at Jason as he turned to Duke to try and grab his laptop back from him and Steph.

“AND YOU THOUGHT GOING ON A DATE WITH HIM WAS THE WAY TO DO IT. I WILL KILL YOU REPLEACMENT, FOR REAL THIS TIME!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. Clawing at his brothers and sister who struggled to hold him still.

“Calm down little wing, I’m sure Timmy can explain what happened.” Dick tried to placate him.

“Yes Todd, stop acting like a child.” Damian Scolded.

Cas said nothing, just had a stoic expression on her face. Duke and Steph both kept Tims laptop out of reach with smirks on their faces at his distressed expression. Tim sighed and sat himself down in one of the living rooms plush couches, not caring for Jason still trying to claw his way free from his sibling’s grasp.

“I did find out information about him though. Information not available anywhere online. Like some titbits about him having a sister, he’s from the Midwest, and that he’s bisexual. Plus, what his type is.” Said Tim calmly looking Jason dead in the eye.

Jason stopped thrashing in his siblings grasp at that. He took three slow steading breaths and gave his siblings a signal that it was safe to let go. Hesitantly the three of them pulled back but stayed close enough to grab him again.

“Start with the date. What did you do and provide details or I gut you.” He grunted.

“I ‘accidently’ met him as he was leaving the library. I got to talking to him and he was gonna leave so I panicked and asked him to coffee.” Tim started.

“Of course, you asked him to coffee. Continue.” Jason pinched his eyebrows.

“Hey, he’s a college student and I had only had four so far that day. Anyway, he said yes, and we went to a café. We had coffee and talked for two or so hours then he had to leave. Nothing romantic happened, I wouldn’t even call it a date.” Tim sighed.

“…You went to a café and had coffee. I would call that a coffee date.” Jason gritted out. “Now you can fill me in on all the details later but most importantly, you said you found out what his type is?” Tim just smirked at him. Hook line and sinker.

“Well, it wasn’t a date because I’m not his type. His type is taller than him, the classic tall dark and handsome apparently. Someone who can cook, he said something about food usually coming to life, it was concerning. Someone strong with morals they stick to even if others don’t always agree with them. Someone with their own interests, like reading. Someone physically strong who could hold him against a wall-”

At that Jason started gasping. That was a more than pleasant thought, holding pretty boy up against a wall. Damn his pants would get tight if he didn’t think of something different soon.

“Like I was saying before you stopped breathing. He likes someone strong. He made it a point to say he likes someone self-made, something about hating the rich. And he made a weird point of saying if his partners dead or has died before he’ll marry them and treat them like royalty. Actually gave Red Hood as an example of his type, to some degree anyway.”

“He’s perfect.”

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They were at one of the many Wayne Enterprise funded galas surrounded by snobs with too much money. All the Wayne family members in attendance had donned their civilian stupid rich people personas. Jason had somehow found himself being roped into attending despite being legally dead.

He wore his bookish charm and overly polite ‘I’m just happy to be here’ mask like amour in this desolate environment. Dick once told him he was channelling his inner Clark Kent country farm boy, and he wasn’t totally wrong. Not that he needed to know that.

So here they all were, schmoozing up to other rich people in the hopes that they would donate towards the charity causes of the day. You know, like decent people who want to help the city. But this is Gotham, the rich here want to hoard there wealth more than those across the rest of the country, the greedy bastards. So, they all stood around the overly lush rooftop garden event.

“How much longer do I have to do this? If I have to talk to one more self-entitled asshole, then I might start shooting. And I won’t be aiming for the décor.” He said through gritted teeth holding a champagne flute.

Bruce beside him sighed deeply taking a sip of his own champagne. He was careful to keep his dopey smile in place, playing the role of ‘Bruice Wayne’ all night meant being consistent.

“I know neither you nor any of your siblings wish to be here. But you tried to kill Tim. Per our agreement if you try to kill your siblings then you must attend a gala.” Bruce reminded him. “Speaking of dealing with self-entitled people here comes Vlad Masters. Are you familiar with him?”

“The creepy guy whose probably evil and based in the Midwest. Yeah, I remember him.” Jason downed his champagne and looked in the direction Bruce was looking in.

Jason was absolutely stunned. Next to the vampire looking guy was pretty boy looking completely and utterly delectable. His hair was messy but, in that way where you can’t tell if it was styled for hours to look like that or not, his freckles looked like a moving constellation and his skin seemed to have a luminesce about it in the white glow of the gala’s fairy lights.

His slight and lean frame was dressed in a stunning black suit with and emerald vest, tie and pocket square all atop a cream button top. He wore very clearly expensive shoes and a watch. He looked to good next to the creep next to him. Oh, they were walking together, Masters hand was holding onto pretty boys arm too tightly for Jasons liking.

“Ah Bruce, how good it is to see you again.” Came the overly sweet voice, obviously putting on a show like every other rich asshole.

“Vlad Masters, right? It’s been too long. Who’s this with you then?” Bruce pointed to Danny, full well knowing who he is. He was the most recent reason Jason tried to kill Tim after all.

“This is my godson, Daniel. Say hello Daniel.”

“Hello, and it’s Danny actually.” Danny looked from Bruce to Jason with a blank face.

“I’ve brought him with me to get a feel for these sorts of events. He will be my successor, won’t you little badger.” His hand moved from Danny’s arm to his shoulder in a possessive movement.

“So, you keep saying. If I have it my way, I will destroy everything you have built, your legacy will crumble, and I will never ever be your successor because there will be nothing left to take.” Came the blunt emotionless response.

Masters did not look impressed. Both Jason’s and Bruce’s eyes locked onto his hand tightening on Danny’s shoulder. The tension between them was thick and palpable in the air. What’s that, alarm bells and red flags. Yep, seems about right for this guy.

“Daniel don’t be like that. You know how it is with children, right Bruce? They can be so difficult when they want to.” Masters was still laying on the creepy sweet ‘I’m innocent’ voice.

“What I don’t want is to be adopted by your creepy ass millionaire fruit loop self and I want you to stop trying to sleep with my mum. Just cus I can’t see her anymore doesn’t mean you’re allowed to hit that.” He looked Masters dead in the eye, whose face was twitching in an effort to stay calm. Right then though he was called away.

“Stay put Daniel, I will be back. Bruce it was a pleasure seeing you again.” Then he was off the other rich snob who had called for him.

Pretty boy seemed to let out a breath at that and some of the tension left his stiff form.

“Danny, right? Excuse my bluntness but are you safe staying with Vlad Masters.” Bruce asked concernedly, a little Batman slipping through.

Pretty boy looked at him, looked him up and down and just huffed. He looked to Jason and assessed him as well.

“He your dad?”

“…Adopted father, yes.” Is that his heart he hears beating in his ears, of course it is, pretty boy just spoke to him.

“Hmm. Nope. Not today. I do not need another millionaire with an adoption fetish. Next thing you know you’ll also have a secret lair under your mansion. Just nope.” Danny threw his hands up and walked away.

“He’s perfect. He hates the rich and millionaires who adopt to many children.” Jason straight up swooned, forgetting his company.

“You have yet to tell him your name, he has no clue who you are.” Bruce replied blankly.

“Fuck.”

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Jason cannot express how much he hates when innocent people get involved in things that they should not be involved in. There are a great many ways this can happen. Children being used as drug runners; civilians being held hostage because they walked down the wrong street at the wrong time or unsuspecting victims of a great many crimes.

What he really hates is when random Johns take advantage of working girls. More often than not anyone, man or woman, who has to resort to working street corners in Gotham is doing it because of situations out of their control. The least someone can do is treat them with some god damn decency.

That’s why he makes it a point while he’s out on patrol to check in with everyone working the streets. He made sure they were working in a buddy system for safety, that they stayed to certain areas with more street lighting so they could assess the johns first and most importantly, he asked round to see how any of their ‘bosses’ were treating them.

Speaking of, one of the girls who has been working the streets since his Robin days was currently leaning against an old brick wall just outside an alleyway. One of the newer girls was at her side, stroking her back and clearly trying to calm her down. Jason quickly grappled down to street level and walked up slowly to the ladies.

“Candy! Lacy! It’s Hood, what’s going on?” He called out as he approached them.

On closer inspection it was not a pretty picture. Lacy was supporting Candy, her mascara running down her cheeks as she helped support her and stand upright. Candy herself had a split lip, a trail of blood dripping down her forehead, already purple wrists, her jacket was torn, and she was clutching at her abdomen.

“Candy, something has clearly gone down. Who do I need to deal with? You don’t have a pimp, right? You work solo since I came into town, so was this a john then?” Jason kept his voice level, the modulator of his helmet helping keep his tone even.

“…Don’t worry bout it Hood, nothin ya can do.” Candys broken voice bit out, her hands clenching the material of her tank top.

Right then the light pitter patter of footsteps and rustling of plastic could be heard approaching. Someone was panting too. Jason’s head flew up worried that the perpetrator was returning, or another girl was on the run. But instead, he came face to face with the majestic image of Danny running towards them with a supermarket bag in hand.

He slid to a stop in front of them, briefly looking at Jason before pulling an instant cold pack out of the bag. He quickly activated it before passing it to the girls who responded with thanks. Then he pulled out a box of paracetamol and a bottle of water.

“Candy, do you want one of two tablets?” he asked her.

“Two thanks Danny.” She grunted out, still holding onto her stomach.

He popped out two pills and passed them and the water to Candy who took them gladly. Jason couldn’t help but watch the care and concern on Danny’s face as he checked in with Lacy.

“Arson boy, what are you doing here?”

“Arson… boy?..” Lacy sounded confused at how Red Hood was greeting Danny.

“Mister crime lord sir. Before you say anything, I had nothing to do with this.”

“He was helpin us Hood, leave the kid alone.” Candy quickly grit out.

“I didn’t accuse him of anything, just asked what he’s doing here. Committing more felony acts?” Because that would be hot.

“I was buying midnight snacks of instant ramen when I came across Candy and Lacy in a bad situation. I couldn’t do nothing, so I helped.” Danny had a tight smile. God, that’s even hotter.

“Yeah, like I said, there’s nothin you can do. Danny already delt with my head pushin asshole john. He didn’t wanna pay so I was gonna walk and he didn’t like that. Lacy here went to get help and found Danny.”

“…And you delt with the guy?” wow could he please stop getting hotter and hotter.

“Yeah. Lacy your gonna take Candy home, right? Here take these I’ll show Hood where the asshole is.” He said as he handed oved the bag with the rest of the analgesia in it.

The girls nodded and Lacy continued to support Candy as they walked off down the alley. Danny signals to Hood to follow him and he does. Keeping two steps behind him, which he wasn’t doing to watch his perfect ass and long legs, nope. They walked about one block before going down another alley and stopping halfway down. The sight before him was something impressive.

“What did you tie him up with?” Hood turned to Danny who was smirking.

“My belt. Do you have any idea how tight you have to pull a belt to get it to stay tied. Like that.” Well damn did Jason want Danny to tie him up with a belt.

The guy’s hands and feet were all bundled together and tied off with Danny’s belt. He was left perfectly on display under what seemed to be the only streetlight in the alley. His eyes were on them, and he looked scared, but not of Hood, no, of Danny. Speaking of Danny took a step towards him and the guy actually whimpered around the makeshift gag in his mouth.

“And the gag?”

“Oh, that’s a sock I found in the dumpster over there. Figured if he’s not gonna take no for an answer, man handle a lady and start head pushing her then the least I could do is truss him up like a pig and shove a dirty ass random dumpster sock in his mouth.” Danny looked pleased with himself.

“I love you.” Left Jasons mouth before he could think.

“What?”

“I said I love your work.”

“Right, sure. So um, I was gonna call the police, but I guess I don’t have to if you’re here now.” He started twiddling his thumbs.

“I’ll deal with this dipshit. I’ll swing by the girls places later and check in on them. You get yourself home, it’s not safe out in Gotham this late out.” Jason said to Danny.

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Jason and the rest of the Batfam really gotta stop getting mixed up in magic and the occult. Gotham may be overrun with rouges, but this stuff should really be left to Constantine or Zatanna or Raven or anyone else. This should not have to fall into their wheelhouse. Yet here they all are. Hog tied and laying on the floor in front of a summoning circle drawn in blood.

The cultist in forest green robes are all around them chanting as flames flicker around the circle. Whatever they’re saying is some butchered version of Latin that Jason couldn’t hope to follow. What he did know is that these guys planned to use them as sacrifices.

“Who did they say they were summoning again?” Jason asked Tim besides him. Tim was one of the only other ones not struggling against their bonds in an attempt to escape. Probably trying to think of something logical.

“The Ghost King apparently. Some sort of death god.” Tim responded with a huff.

“Right, death god, great. Let’s hope these bozos can’t summon shit then.” Jason responded his voice distorted by his helmet, at least these guys were smart enough to not try to remove it.

Right then the circle Infront of them started glowing neon green in pulsing waves. That got all the Bat’s and Bird’s attention.

“Oh shit.” He groaned out.

The green glow grew brighter, and a cold mist started to rise from the ground. A wind blowing from the centre of the summoning circle started as bright white and black sparkles seemed to form and explode in a mini array of bright monotonous fireworks. From the centre of that display formed an ethereal being that stole the breath from Jason’s lungs.

White hair that defied gravity, toxic green eyes, blue skin, freckles like dancing stars, a lean muscled body wrapped up in a black and white jumpsuit. A robe seemingly made of moving galaxies flowed in the now still air and a crown that switched between ice and fire floated above his head. Something about this being looked eerily familiar.

“Who dares summon the ghost king?” came the booming, multilayed, static laced voice. His body floated in mid-air as he surveyed those in front of him.

“Your Majesty The Ghost King, we your humble servants offer you these sacrifices in exchange for your power. With it we shall bring this moral realm to its knees and together we can rule it.” The leader of the cultist yelled while bowing.

“Firstly, no need to yell I’m right in front of you. Secondly, I barley want to rule my realm why should I rule yours or help you take it over?” The Ghost King looked bored. Now that was something the Bats could work with. Jason could already see Batman coming up with a plan from his spot.

“Your majesty, please accept our sacrifices and you will see how true our intentions our.” The leader said quitter this time.

“Your intentions were not in question. But you do have to give me something and seeing as you haven’t brought any snacks with you, I guess a hot vigilante will do as payment for your summoning fee.” Said the King turning his eyes to him.

“Wha-what?” The cultist all looked confused now but the kings’ eyes were firmly on the batfam, mostly on Jason.

In an instant his floating body lowered gracefully to the floor, his legs coming to a point and feet landing flat in a familiar movement. With a wicked grin the ghost king stepped past the summoning circles boarder. The cultist started screaming and backing up in sheer horror as he walked free of the circle.

“Oh yeah, the binding part of your circle is specific to the ex-king, I’m the new guy in charge as of the last six or so years. BOO!” He yelled while making spikes of ice form around him before shooting them out at the cultist.

Every single one of them hit a cultist seemingly putting them to sleep instantly. At least they appeared to sleep as their chests continued to rise and fall from where every one of them fell. The King clapped his hands together in a dusting motion and looked backed at the tied-up vigilantes with a familiar fanged grin.

“Now that they’re delt with, who wants to be the sacrifice? I know who I want but I do have to let you guys have a say in this since technically the ones who summoned me offered all of you.” He sounded exasperated.
“I’m sure we can come to some other agreement.” Bruce said, going the reasonable Batman route seeing as this being seemed reasonable himself.

“We could, but I don’t want to.” He smirked.

“You said something about snacks? What if we got you snacks?” Step chirped up.

“Hmm tempting but no. In this case I am all for human sacrifice. Now I know what make this more tempting.” As he spoke blinding white rings of light formed around his mid-centre and worked outwards.

Before Jasons brain could process and think, there Infront of him stood pretty boy in ripped skinny jeans and a NASA shirt. He could feel himself drooling. Well fuck, this might be a bad idea but oh well.

“I volunteer as tribute.” Jason yelled before anyone could get a single word out.

Danny’s eyes on him shone with joy and his grin widened. He looked very pleased with the choice of sacrifice.

“I was hoping it would be you hot library boy.” He smirked. Wait, what?

“How do you…” Jason trailed off.

“I’m The Ghost King and you’ve died before. You have a unique itty bitty baby core. Every time we’ve come across each other I’ve known exactly who you are Red Hood, or do you prefer Jason? I do like a man who reads and apparently makes hunger games references now. A man who lets you get away with arson, who sends his brother to stalk you, who also is stuck dealing with rich snobs and who checks in on everyone in his haunt. Your kind of perfect.” With a click of his fingers all their bindings snapped and fell free.

Jason sprung to his feet and disengaged the Red Hood helmet, he didn’t need to blow up right now. He stood in front of the beautiful, pretty, so damn pretty, boy in front of him. He awkwardly didn’t know what to do with his body and his words failed him as his mouth moved and no words escaped.

Danny smiled and grabbed his hands. Jasons felt his heart stutter at the ice-cold grip.

“Here is what I’m thinking. You, me, dinner. You pick me up with flowers, take me to get Italian food, then depending on how spending a whole evening with you goes I might just see if you can hold my body weight up against a wall while I shove my tongue down your throat. Does that sound like something you might enjoy?” Danny’s voice sounded so sexy saying those words.

“…Pretty boy… yes. Whatever you want yes.” The words left him so quickly before the rest could yell at him no. His and Danny’s hands glowed green. Right, he technically just made a deal with a death god. Whoops.

“The deal is made. My number will be in your phone tomorrow. Text me.” Then the most mind-blowing thing happened. Danny’s smooth and soft lips met his, a hand threaded through his hair and fingers brushed the domino that was under his helmet that rested on his cheeks.

Sparks flew behind Jasons closed eyelids as he wrapped his hands arounds Danny’s slim waist. This was more incredible than anything in any of his books. He could barely hear his family’s awkward coughing around him.

“Did you just prostitute yourself for us Todd?” Came Damian’s disturbed voice.

Jason reluctantly pulled away from the best kiss of his life with a sigh. He kept his eyes on Danny’s now glittering dark blue ones.

“Yes, I did demon brat and I have no regrets.”