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The Good New Days...
Jason woke with a start when it felt like his hair was on fire, which had him looking up as he roused seeing Mar'i drooling on his head, her hands were smoking his hair. Groaning he pulled the toddler off his head then as he carefully disentangled himself from the four kids, who limply fell on his bed; out like lights. After he took care of his needs he walked to Raven's room, checking in on her, she was curled around Ace, now still sound asleep.
Dragging his hands through his hair he walked towards the kitchen, he paused seeing the Bats and Robins tangled on the study floor in their pajamas, and sleeping. Rolling his eyes he walked towards the kitchen knowing he was to get a lot of hungry Bats coming after him for food. Alfred was in the kitchen already.
"Master Jason," Alfred smiled slightly at him.
"Morning Al," Jason said.
"The family is safe, and sound," Alfred observed.
"Mmm, any idea what's up with B and Selina?" Jason asked as he collected the materials to make waffles. Raven would want the waffles, as would Stephanie, Cass also probably. Those three could eat more waffles than an army, and when Victor was here, he and Victor couldn't seem to make enough waffles for those three.
"I am not all knowing," Alfred said dryly.
"That's bullshit if I ever heard bullshit from you," Jason said. "And in British, no less."
"Master Jason, I do not lie. Master Bruce's affairs are his own, and I do not pry into this." Alfred said primly.
"Mmm, bullocks," Jason decided.
"How has Miss Wilson been?" Alfred asked.
"Attempting to pry into my life will not change my curiosity." Jason said dryly. His love life, though as dry as the Sahara, it was predictable, and somehow, Rose's visit in town last week had been the focus of the family since the disaster of Dick and Kori's first attempt to leave for their honeymoon. Rose had come to him looking for Slade, and naturally that had led to… well, what it normally led to and a shit ton of arguing and pain, and sex. A lot of sex, which also meant a lot of blood and pain and frankly too many bruises to keep up with.
"Miss Wilson's arrival was unexpected," Alfred pointed out. "And violent."
"That was actually tame, last time she tried to drop a building on my ass," Jason shrugged off.
"There are so many things wrong with that statement, Master Jason."
"Oh please, after all the shit Cat and Talia have done for B's attention Rose is relatively tame." Jason shrugged off as he continued making batter for waffles, with chocolate chips. Rose's leaving had only been last week, but was still the focus of the family for some reason. Raven and Rose had surprisingly gotten along very well, which was better than Damian's feelings for Rose's stay. Honestly, he had never seen the kid so rabid, it was rather annoying like swatting at a gnat or mosquito all the time.
"Miss Kyle and Master Bruce's escapades over the years have been very outrageous," Alfred agreed. "As have his and Miss al Ghul's." Suddenly there was a grainy black and white photo on the counter of the counter.
"So, you do know what happened between B and Cat!" Jason grinned. Picking up the photo he recognized a sonogram if he had ever seen one, and he recognized the two beans there.
"I have said nothing, Master Jason, this is a matter the family will hear about when they are ready."
"Of course, I wonder if we're getting more Bats or Cats," Jason shrugged.
"The family is testosterone heavy," Alfred agreed as he took the photo back and hid it in his coat pocket. Jason smirked.
"So after Dickhead gets back," Jason shrugged as he continued cooking.
"Most probable," Alfred agreed. "And next time Miss Wilson decides to come to town, bring her to dinner."
"I think she and I would rather gouge our eyes out with rusty spoons," Jason rolled his eyes. Also, why the fuck would he bring Rose to dinner when he had Raven; who actually was pretty much family to his family and company he preferred.
"Then perhaps, Master Jason you should find more favorable company for these escapades."
Jason frown. "I don't remember anyone ever getting up Dick's ass about his love life and he was jailbait at the time."
"Master Dick's love life has sorted itself out," Alfred retorted.
"Uh-huh, sure it has," Jason nodded.
"All will be sorted out in time, but perhaps next time, Master Jason, select a bed mate less likely to stab you," Alfred offered.
"What's the fun in that Alfie?" Jason grinned.
"I never knew one to consider stitches fun," Alfred pointed out.
"I could be a masochist," Jason pointed out.
"I highly doubt that Master Jason, start the coffee," Alfred ordered.
"You just have to go ruining all the fun of misconceptions and kinks."
"I believe the array of kinks this family has displayed you are the tamest," Alfred retorted.
"There's stories there, I want to and don't want to know, blackmail though," Jason muttered.
"You will never know, Master Jason."
"Noted, Alfred Pennyworth, immortal amongst us, knows all, and sees all," Jason grinned.
"Exactly, do not burn the pancakes and waffles," Alfred replied primly.
Jason laughed a bit as he worked at the cooking. He, honestly, despite still being extremely wary of his family, loved any and all time he got to have with Alfred because it felt genuine, and not like with B and Dick where they expected who he had been to be there. They wanted the boy back, everyone else Jason was still figuring out because past the kiddies he didn't know where he stood. He was trying though, lately he was trying. Rose's little visit though had been a bit of a set back with Damian and the others. Sue him, he was twenty-four and Rose was hot.
Ryand'r sat in the cockpit of his schooner, the speeder, designed to be crewed by one. It had been a gift to him, from his father, like the other two crafts his father had presented to himself and his sisters. It was faster than anything Karras would be travelling in, because Karras had taken a fleet, Ryand'r though was here on stealth. He would dispatch the threats to his throne. Entering the solar system his sister was hiding in he put his ship on auto pilot as he stood, walking out of the cockpit he walked for where he had stored the gift from the priestess. His crew moved out of his path.
X'hal had presented them a way to stop the most powerful being in the universe.
It was their sacred duty as a people to eliminate this threat to the universe. And if he ran into her while he was here to eliminate his sister, then so be it. Kori should've done it when she first arrived to this planet. But naturally his sister was weak.
Koriand'r was the sentimental fool, his father had chastised her for her sentimentality often before she was sold. Kori had the faith in Komand'r, and foolishly fell for their elder sister's schemes. She had attached herself to this forsaken planet.
Komand'r, where Kori was too sentimental, was too detached. His eldest sister was a monster, who's ability to be utterly ruthless would make her a great general if she valued life of any form. The vindictive bitch though was on the run and no one was certain where that thing was.
His source in the Green Lantern Corps had heard nothing about Komand'r since her assault on Kori some suns prior. Picking up the light weight armor of the Nth metal he started going through the motions. He would need his best armor to face Kori, she was an utterly ruthless opponent. He would though, he would best her.
Ryand'r was King of Tamaran, and no one could take that from him. Even if he had to kill his two sisters to prove it.
Also, it was not like they could lead effectively to carry on the And'r Dynasty. Kori and Kom were infertile from their time in slavery. The people knew he was their only hope to keeping their beloved throne in place as it stood. Ryand'r would assure them it was staying as such, besting and killing his sisters would seal his rule.
Walking back to the cockpit he put the ship scanners on to seek out his sister on the planet as he sped for it, cloaks falling in place. The throne was his.
Kori did not get to take his birth right away from him when he was the only male heir to the throne.
He would eliminate her.
The heat readings of Earth were quick to reveal his sister's location, because Tamaraneans burned as hot as stars at their core.
Earth had two readings. One was larger than the other.
Jessica Cruz anxiously walked through the streets of Portland, Oregon, hoping to God that her sister wouldn't just scream at her. Not that Jessica could blame her if she did.
A sound behind her had her yelping as she tried to run for her sister's apartment building. She now really wished she hadn't left her room.
"Hey, Jay-bird!" Simon caught her before she ran across the street. She spun into his chest. "You're okay."
"I…" she stammered. Simon smiled rather kindly at her as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Sorry," she mumbled. She was stupid and idiot. Nothing was going to happen to her. She was safe with Simon. He must've thought her a colossal idiot. Why would he ever be here with her? She was a failure, she couldn't even calmly walk down the street. She should turn in her Ring, curl up under the covers and wait to disappear. Sara would probably kick her out…
"Hey, your sis does know we're coming, right?" Simon asked, dragging her out of her spiraling thoughts.
"Y-Yes," she stammered out. She was shocked that he was talking to her like she hadn't just freaked out a moment again.
"I bet it'll be nice for you to see her," Simon said as they walked, side by side.
"I miss Sara." Jessica omitted. She also currently missed her room over New Warriors, Guy's awful tone deaf singing, debates on Star Wars vs Star Trek and which was better, and her room; she really missed her bed. And her blanket. She just…
Her phone pinged which had her looking down at the screen, pausing she looked around.
Pokémon Go! It still worked! Jessica now wanted to curl up with her Pokémon!
"What's that?" Simon asked her.
"Pokémon Go! Sara downloaded it for me," Jessica admitted with a small smile. Sara, at the height of her frustrations with her, had downloaded Pokémon Go! on Jess's phone to get her out of the house. The idea was simple because Jessica and Sara had both loved Pokémon as children. Sara had out grown it in middle school, Jessica had not. Jessica had forged her friendships over the cards, the manga, the anime, the games, she had been ultra geek and nerd until…
Sara naturally had out grown all that. But Jessica had only grown more into it, so the game was a last ditch effort on her sister's part to get her out of the apartment to conquer her agoraphobia. It hadn't worked. Sara had collected most the Pokémon for her, mostly to attempt to entice her out. Now Jessica was curious, but…
"I…" she started. "Can we go see what this is?" she asked nervously.
"Yeah, we'll go get pancakes too, while we're at it." Simon offered.
"Don't you have to go see your family?" she asked nervously.
"I can be late, this might be fun," Simon said.
She smiled as she opened the app and then followed the GPS for the Pokémon. Simon trailed after her as they walked for the Pokémon, she didn't think about being outside as she focused. Simon's presence meant she was safe.
Raven roused with something warm and wet pressed into her cheek which had her peeling open her eyes reluctantly to see Ace staring at her with adoring brown eyes. Raven frowned a bit at the dog, who thumped his bushy brown and black tail. Sighing she pushed herself up on her elbows, Ace's head snapped up and she sighed.
"There's the door," she said as her own powers pulled the door open for the pup who bolted off her bed then, no doubt in a hurry to relieve himself. Getting off her stomach she slid off her bed, picking up a discarded hoodie as she walked from her room rubbing sleep from her eyes as she walked down the Manor's halls. She winced a bit feeling her father ram against her mental shields, but ignored it as she hunted down food; she wanted tea and waffles. Exclusively in that order.
Her phone buzzed a bit, which had her looking at the caller ID before smiling a bit as she ducked into the library.
"Hey lil sis!" Victor bellowed.
"Morning Vic," she yawned as she collapsed in a huge leather chair, curling up where a fire was. October was cold, why was it so cold!? No matter, she was focusing on Victor right now since she and her big brother rarely got to talk . "Where'd the JL send you this time?"
"Classified," Victor answered.
"Mmm," she hummed.
"So how's my baby sis surviving the madness of the Bats?" Victor asked.
"They aren't that bad Vic," Raven said tiredly.
"They are so much worse than you insist," Victor countered.
"Maybe," she shrugged off. "For now I'm comfy, and I have food."
"Moms messaged me that they don't know how long you're to be out of the house," Victor said.
"That's fine," Raven yawned again rubbing her face over. "Cass and Steph are probably going to drag me to their yoga class today."
"Wear the best snow weather clothes you have, looks like a blizzard is going to hit."
"Mr. Freeze blizzard or a blizzard blizzard?" Raven asked for clarification here. Her brother was notorious for forewarning her about threats.
"The latter."
"Oh, good," Raven nodded.
"By the way keep an eye on the Patriots game," Victor said.
"Will do, any other ultimatums?"
"Yes, make sure my Red Sox don't lose!"
"I, as a wielder of Magic cannot do that, as it is unethical. I as a demon will remind you I am a Mets fan!" Raven warned. Victor was howling with laughter at the other end of the line.
"So you'll do it!?"
"Yeah, my Mets are out because of injuries," she sighed rubbing her brow.
"You should've picked a better team."
"Shut up, I'm New Yorker at heart, and I'm sticking to my Mets!" Raven snapped.
"Nah, you a secret masochist and root for the Yankees."
"You're lucky you're my brother or I'd blast your ass across the universe for that blasphemy!" Raven growled lowly.
"But you won't, cause you love me! And if I get back from this mission in time, we're going to have a slice and watch the game, I'll have the beer, you'll be sober."
"Only if you ask that girl you're crushing on out."
"Never! We are behind on our obligatory sibling war, without moms around."
"They did interfere when I was winning Mario Cart."
"You drove off the rainbow's edge, fifteen times!"
"I did no such thing! You can't prove it!"
"I have video evidence."
"Well," she shrugged. "You know what they say about women drivers?" she offered sweetly.
Her brother howled even louder. "Oh, sis, I love you and we'll talk soon. Stay out of trouble."
"I'm an innocent little demon, model citizen," she promised.
"You're friends with Jason motherfucking Todd, and trouble is his middle name," Victor groused.
"It's not my fault we're friends, we'd have happily avoided each other for all of eternity but the idiot stole my mind."
"Rae, the day you and he go twenty-four hours without getting in trouble is the day I scream 'Yippee' and do a jig."
"That day could be today, make sure you video tape it for my entertainment."
"Well, it's never going to happen, because you two can't stay out of trouble."
"I will prove you wrong," she decided.
"Love you sis, stay safe."
"Love you Vic, see you soon," she smiled as he hung up. Yawning again she dragged her hand through her hair as she stared at the fire. Her hair was getting ridiculously long at this point, waist length, she pondered if she should slice it off right now. Standing again she stretched, feeling her vertebra pop and shift as she arched up to her toes with her hands over her head. Groaning in delight as she loosened her muscles she walked to the kitchens.
"Ah, the Queen of the Dead graces us mortals with her presence before the colony," Jason mocked as she walked in.
"Good morning Miss Roth," Alfred smiled at her.
"Morning Alfred," Raven smiled. "I smell waffles."
"Naturally, I'm making waffles." Jason retorted dryly.
"I demand waffles minion."
"Do I look like Kevin!?" Jason sputtered. "I am the advisor and the cook!"
"Sure you are, I am the Queen of Hell and I allow you to think you are my advisor."
"Well I'm sure as fuck the cook, which gives me power little bird."
"Alfred, Jason's picking on girls again." Raven said.
"I had thought I taught Master Jason better than to pick on defenseless women, Miss Roth. Here is some tea," Alfred said handing her a small cup.
"Thank you Alfred."
"You're very welcome Miss Roth," Alfred smiled in his British stoic way, or she just sensed the amusement rolling off the man in waves.
"What the fuck!? How do you corrupt the only family I like against me!?" Jason sputtered.
"Miss Roth has proven an appreciation for manners and tea, Master Jason."
"We should have a book club, you, Alfred and I," Raven said.
"I would enjoy that Miss Roth."
"Not a bad idea, but I feel I'm going to have it bite me in the ass somehow."
"The waffles are burning, Jason." Raven dryly informed him.
"FUCK!" he ran for his waffles then, she smiled into her tea.
Dick smiled as he kissed his way down the column of her neck, his fingers were skillfully unraveling his wife as he toyed with her clit and steadily teased her entrance. Kori was babbling in Tamaranean at this point as he felt her heat pulsing dangerously around him. The heady scent of his wife was intoxicating as he kissed that tender juncture between her shoulder and neck. Kori's nails dragged over his back.
"Dick! Dick! DickDick! Oh X'hal! Please!" she pleaded with him. He ignored the throbbing of his own cock as he focused entirely on having his wife come undone beneath him. There were few who wielded power of the Tamaranean, he was always pleased to know he could have his wife in a raging fire.
"What do you want Kori?" he whispered as he nipped her pulse again. God Above she was a slut for her neck to get attention! He loved it! Kissing up her pulse he traced his tongue over the lobe of her ear.
"You! You in me!" she panted out desperately, he sunk two fingers into her. She whined in relief and frustration as her legs spread more for him and he smiled as he kissed her.
"Dick!" she screamed in agitation.
Before he could retort or rebut he found them rolling onto the floor, his fiery wife's glory heaving in frustration as her hands pressed firmly on his chest.
"Kori!" he gasped when she glared at him, her solid green eyes were bright. Her flaming hair was falling around him, never burning him though.
"No more dick teasing Dick!" she hissed as she floated over him, her hand grabbed his member which had a strangled noise erupting from the back of his throat as his head fell back and his hips thrusted up on their own accord. She smiled as she lowered herself on him, he was panting so he didn't cum right then as her wet heat enveloped him.
"Kori!" he strangled out.
"I do not like being teased," she purred as her back arched, thrusting her breasts out and upwards beautifully. Honestly, he could just lay here all day and let her do whatever she wanted to him because he just loved watching her pleasuring herself on his cock. But he wasn't going to last long, he could feel it as he moaned lowly and grabbed her hips as he sat up to kiss her breasts; his weakness. Gripping her ass hips as he focused on not falling apart before his wife.
"The answer is, and shall forever be, no. I'm not doing this!" Raven stated as she walked with Jason and the gaggle of toddlers.
"It's one time, and it'll be over before you know it."
"I will sooner go back to Hell than do this," she retorted.
"Rae, it's skating, not dying," Jason stated.
"And why would I want to go skating!? Sounds worse than all the dancing your sister drags me off for," Raven muttered.
"Pole dancing?"
"Oh yes, because I secretly work at a strip club and need this vital skill of pole dancing to seduce men out of their fortunes. NO!" Raven snapped.
"Well, just so you know there's a superhero strippers club that has a model dressing up as you, and is their biggest comedy at the club."
"Do I even want to know how you know that?" Raven asked blandly.
"I have an informant in the club," he said. "No, not stripper Raven, actually stripper Wonder Woman," Jason shrugged.
"You know the strangest people," she decided as she bounced Mar'i on her hip.
"I once knew a shadow mystic who fought the battling forces of the Untitled," Jason said. "She was smoking hot too, white hair done up in a zillion braids, and pure black eyes, also a hell of a fighter."
"That sounds… suspiciously true, do I even want to know?" Raven asked.
"Probably not," he omitted.
"How goes the hunt for Solitary?" Raven asked.
"Not as easy as one would think," Jason said as they made it to the park. Terry grabbed Helena and Lian as they ran for the swing set.
"Mar'i, feet stay where?" Raven asked.
"On da gwoun'," the toddler replied.
"Uh-huh, and this?" she tapped the image button Victor had installed on Mar'i's sweater.
"Stay on," Mar'i said.
"Good girl, go play," Raven smiled as she linked her empathy on Mar'i's emotions so the toddler didn't go soaring.
"How is it difficult?" Raven asked
"I've hit a dead end because no one know who Solitary is and it's not an alias known in the prison system either, here or abroad," Jason said.
"So a criminal master mind with no criminal record?" Raven offered.
"I thought the same thing, but Black Mask makes me think differently. Look at Penguin, Black Mask, hell, look at Luthor, even me, there's a point where you have to actually get involved in your organization. To keep order, product moving, whatever, you do at a point have to be involved. Or at least involved with the second in commands. Bratva, cartels, mafia, mobs, hell, even gangs, you can't run an organization, such as this without getting involved. I can't find a single point though in this 'grand criminal empire' that Solitary is involved," Jason stated.
"Maybe he isn't real?" Raven offered.
"The thought crossed my mind, but it just doesn't make sense," he shook his head. "I have huge shipments of money which just vanish, they aren't laundered the normal means. Which makes me think that there is someone else in charge of the show, but are very behind the scenes. Also, I got a mass email from an unknown source that sent me a bunch of router information for money transfers and banking," Jason stated.
"And you trust the information?"
"No, which was part of why I was here, I asked Tim to take a look at it. It's billions of dollars moving Rae," Jason shrugged.
"Well, that's problematic." She honestly didn't get this half of what the Bats did, not because investigating things were beyond her but rather because she was steeped in the world of magic, not in the world of man and science. Made it different for the both of them.
"It is," Jason agreed. "How's training with Constantine going; I haven' had a chance to ask you about that."
"He's a bastard, but he's…" Raven paused as she pursed her lips and thought about what to say about Constantine. John Constantine had taken to training her since the incident last year with Set. As it turned out, the warlock was actually fairly formidable even if his power levels weren't near hers. Constantine had taken to teaching her the darker arts, and also some of the mystic arts. If she didn't have college to attend she'd have gone with him to New Orleans for some more learning, but Harley and Ivy had put their foot down. Funny; two years ago she'd have never heeded what anyone but Victor wanted, but Harley and Ivy were very much her moms and she respected their wishes for her. They wanted her to finish college, though she was struggling through the general education stuff needed. She just found it boring and redundant, so it was difficult for her to focus on it when she wanted to learn more about magic, writing, litature, engineering. However she understood the need for a strong foundation to learn, and she would have that for all studies of man as she did with magic.
"Constantine is a very good teacher, though he's generally difficult to manage and honestly I don't know how no one has blasted him to hell already," Raven shrugged.
"Because he's like a bad penny, always turning up."
"Or it's just a trait of bastards in general," she gave Jason a pointed look and he feigned innocence then. "I'm learning a lot though, and it's on the job sort of learning. I forgot how rich the magic world was, the hunters, witches, demons, monsters, it's all… I forgot."
"How could you forget? Isn't your cousin enrolling in magic school now?"
"Well, Mary-Beth might be going to a magic school but she and I don't really share magic types. And most the time I'm focused on battling the big bad evil thing in front of me. I don't live in the magic world really anymore. I live more in the mortal world, so I forgot how rich it is."
"Why do you talk about them like they're separate, we're all on one planet."
"Because its… it's segregated, somehow, it all melds together, it's intertwined all together, but at the same time it's separate, but with the heroes, the JLI, and the JL, magic is becoming more of a common place as people accept it, as they accept meta humans and aliens," Raven said. "Magic has always been in the shadows Jay, it's where the nightmares and wonder lives and few understand that. Cultures have had various reactions to magic, as a whole, which is why the magic varies through out the world, same with the creatures and monsters. Overall though, it's coming more to the surface," Raven shrugged. "Constantine is a good teacher, and he's not a bad person. I see why you like him."
"I don't like that English bastard," Jason stated.
"Sure you don't," she chuckled.
"Don't even think about it Terry! Put it down!" Jason snapped when Terry started making a mudball to throw at Lian. Terry pouted. "No. Put it down."
Terry dropped it as he stalked off for the slides then.
"He is a lot like B when he doesn't get what he wants," Raven observed.
"I swear these tots are going to drive me insane," Jason muttered as he rubbed a hand over his face.
"I doubt it, you adore them."
"Doesn't mean they aren't going to be the death of me. And I'm signing Terry up for hockey with Lian when they turn four, put that energy somewhere useful."
Bruce looked up when Clark and Diana walked into the monitor room of the Watch Tower where he was hiding and he frowned.
"B," Clark started in with a concerned tone.
"Hn," he grunted as he focused on the case before him because if he didn't focus he would break down and panic.
"Red Robin called us in concern for you, is everything alright between you and Cat?" Diana asked, her hand resting on his shoulder as she moved to sit beside him.
He didn't answer.
"You should talk to us B," Clark insisted.
"I don't need to talk," Bruce snapped irritably, these two were worse than any siblings he might've had. Diana was like the concerned older sister and Clark the younger brother who lived to annoy him. What he needed was time to process the new reality which was hitting him like a ton of bricks right now. Honestly, he was surprised he wasn't sitting here breathing into a paper bag! Fuck him!
Falling back in his chair he pinched the bridge of his nose then.
"Selina's pregnant," Bruce stated.
"That's wonderful!" Diana sounded delighted.
"With twins," Bruce continued. "At forty-three! Do you even know the risks!?" he grounded out. "I do! I've spent the last day and a half researching it!"
He couldn't lose Selina, he couldn't. Losing his parents had hurt like hell, losing his unborn child with Talia had broken him, losing Jason had shattered him, but if he lost Selina, and the babies… Bruce didn't think he could handle that and the thought was mercilessly plaguing him after everything he had read about pregnancies after forty.