SMUT WARNING!
Present Day- Duke
I have finally been placed somewhere else, however this place seems just as shitty as the others. Everytime she tells me I am going to like it somewhere I can't help but get my hopes up just a bit until I realize they are just like the others. In it for the money of fostering kids but not actually wanting to be good Foster Parents. I give myself another couple days before I am kicked out of this place too for not allowing them to walk all over me. I never had this much problem with authority before, however now it seems to be all I want to do is show them I won't let them treat me like a doormat.
Those kind of kids don't last very long in homes like this, these parents don't want the ones who fight against their bullshit. Most of them say I should always be on my best behavior in case someone wants to adopt me, I don't think that is an option at this point. I'll be 18 next year. Which means I'll be too old to be in the system anymore. I used to have options, no I don't know.
"Duke take the trash out" #5 says, I have started calling them by the number. This is foster mom number five and that's all she is ever going to me for me. I shrug getting up from my bed to do so I grab the trash bag out of the trashcan tying it off at the top. #5 behind me taps her foot aggressively as I do so waiting impatiently for me to finish so she can put the new bag which she already has ready. She looks like she is ready to drape it over my head and suffocate me. I walk out into the cold with no shoes, I don't care if I get sick. I have stopped caring about a lot of things since those Wayne's dropped that news on me, I want to know who they think they are telling me my parents have been lying to me the whole time. However, after looking up the medications used to treat ADHD I realize the medication I take isn't on the list.
I dump the trash out into the bigger trash can, the lid closing with a hard thud, across from me I see the storm drain next to the cement I think about what the dark girl said and those officers. My parents are somewhere in there. It makes me want to pack my things and try to find them. I look down at my bare feet and shake my head. I can't go down there this way. I could cut myself on a bottle and make everything worse. I would be trying to find them underground getting my feet infected and getting sick. I wouldn't be of any use.
Disgruntled I head back inside looking up at the sky once again, I hate the cold. I hate the winter. I hate the rain. Walking back into the house, the warmth is more welcoming than the company. The new bag already in the trash bin I head back to the shared room with someone who is at work. It's the only reason why they have nice things is because they pay for it. Otherwise it's a bare bed and a trashbag for their belongings. Which is honestly normal at this point. I had a nice Suit case I brought with me to the first foster home they put me in...I didn't leave with it. They put everything I own except the items they took from me and shoved it all in a black trash bag. That is what I take my clothes into.
I can't help but wonder how the Wayne's grew up. They were adopted by a rich guy but is he nice to them? I mean sure he's the Batman so that would be cool. How does he treat them though? The little one...Dami someone called him. He seems to be the only one who looks like Bruce Wayne. I think he is the only one who is biologically related to Bruce. Does he treat Dami the same way he treats the rest of them? So many questions that I don't know why I want to know the answer to. If he did foster me would he make me do the hero shit they all do? I guess I would be close to someone who knows my childhood favorite super hero so that would be cool.
I didn't realize it but I spent a long time thinking about this, imagining what my life would be like. Beautiful parties, a butler, those huge ass bedrooms, going to great schools because he can afford it. Women falling at my feet to be able to get a hint of the money I would maybe have access to. Would I choose to work still? Yes so that I can never say that he gave me everything I have. Would I want to be a super hero? Maybe, I don't know yet. I wonder if I would be allowed to customize my bedroom. I wouldn't just be a random Black kid to police they would know who I am and would show me respect for fear of what my Foster Father could do to their careers. It seems like that is the one way I can imagine myself being anything now. Any wish of me going to college now is pretty much squashed. I won't be able to afford it on my own. It seems like Joker taking my parents ruined my life in more ways than one. Not only could I have died but, now my parents are gone...my future doesn't seem so bright anymore, and I am stuck going into foster homes where the people see me as a check and not a human.
Finally somehow I push myself out of the false reality of ever being a Wayne, Bruce Wayne would never replace my real dad anyway. I find myself wishing for the school days to come. The thought of being away from this house makes me happy but I have no where to go now and no money I could spend. I guess it's better that way, making sure I don't get myself into anymore trouble. I promise my case worker I would try to keep myself in check until she could figure out a better place, a more secure case.
"Bro, she's making meatloaf again do you wanna go get some food?" Josh asks walking in and sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Her Meatloaf isn't that bad" I say looking down at my fingers which have been torn apart by my teeth over time.
"We don't even know what Meat she uses" Josh replies, I snort to myself sighing.
"I don't know if I'll be able to. I don't got any money. I think I'll be okay here." I say he shrugs his shoulder.
"Suit yourself. Have you thought of getting a job?" he asks
"With how difficult it is for me to get any passing grade in any of my classes I don't think it's the move for me" I answer, it's the truth. I don't think with how I terrible I am at keeping my grades up even at a school which is easier to pass; trying to be working would only make it harder for me. As much as I need the money now, I can't make money later if I don't at least graduate.
"Stop throwing so many punches and that won't be a problem, those guys at schools are dumbasses, their peaking now. At least if you do some hard work you can figure out how to make it after High school, they never will." He replies, deep down I know he's right. In fact he is saying the same kind of things my dad would say. However I feel like I cannot allow them to walk all over me. For some reason unknown to me I can't stop fighting.
Later that evening- Nick Clyde
My mom needs to stop bitching about me paying my Xbox, if I say I am going to take out the fucking trash I will, when I want to. I don't understand what is so difficult for her to get! Now I need to go a damn week without it all because she couldn't get her lazy ass up and do it herself. I can't wait until I get to High School, things will be different when I am older. At least that's what happened to my older brother. It seems like as soon as he got to High school they stopped yelling at him so much.
I lock my door behind me, cursing under my breath as I look at the empty space my Xbox used to be. Bitch. I guess I have nothing else to do but go to bed. I could text, but who? David is already asleep, James doesn't have a phone yet, Damian is a greedy dickhead, Tina probably will reply.
I open my phone sliding to Tina's name, I text her a simple 'Hey' and wait for her to reply as I try to get ready for bed. I put on my Transformers PJ bottoms, I don't remember where the matching shirt is but that's fine. I throw on a random shirt from the floor which doesn't smell too bad. I think I wore it like two days ago? I don't know. My phone dings to life, Tina has replies. I gather my phone from the bed looking down on it.
Tina: Hey...David isn't going 2 b at skewl tmw :/
I crease my brow, her older brother is dating David's older sister. So it makes sense Tina would know first. Why isn't he coming to school? That dickhead.
Me: y not? That shithead owes me 20 he prob is faking sick so he doesn't have 2 pay me
I move my blanket back to make room for me, even though I give my mom a lot of shit for making me make my bed every morning I kind of like it, my bed feels more comfortable after it's been made all day. I don't know why either, it's like magic or some shit. I get into bed shoving my feet under the covers and leaning against the head board of my bed as I turn off the lights. I don't want my mom knowing I am still awake.
Tina: They r taking him 2 the head doctor. He had some panic attak or sumthin. He woke every1 up in the house
Me: is he goin cray?
Tina: IDK, g2g cya
Me: K night
I put my phone on my charger and I can't help but have a sense of worry for David, he has never had a panic attack before. I don't think he has ever missed a day of school either, he is a nerd like that. He probably faked the panic attack to get out of school. He doesn't want to have to pay me back for the bet he lost. With no one to talk to I get sleepy pretty fast tucking my phone under my pillow and letting my head hit the pillow. The room is quiet and Dark and somehow I feel weird. I don't like it. Even though my eyes are closed I feel like I can see someone staring at me.
I lightly open my eyes just enough to see in front of me and nothing is there, it's just dark. I turn over on my back keeping my eyes shut for the most part as I struggle to get comfortable. The feeling of someone watching me doesn't fade and it makes it hard for me to get some sleep. This is what happens when you don't have time to relax on the Xbox before going to sleep. I sigh opening my eyes and that's when my heart skips a beat. I swear I just saw something fucking blink. I gently close my eyes but keep them open just enough to look at the ceiling above me. I wait a little bit trying to see if I can see something else move or blink or something. I don't notice until my chest starts screaming that I am holding my breath trying to go undetected by whatever is looking at me. Two red slits open up above me, almost as if they are eyes. I choke on my exhale coughing violently and screaming loudly for my parents to hear.
"Spoiled BRAT!" the eyes hiss glaring down at me, I scream louder
"MOOOOOM, DAAAAAAAAD!" I yell out, scrambling out of my bed and trying to get to my light switch. The door swings open the hallway light pouring in.
"What's wrong?" My mom asks opening her arms to me, I run into them pointing at the ceiling
"There's something on my roof! There is something staring at me! It called me a spoiled brat!" I yell, hot tears rushing down my cheek as I struggle to catch my breath. My dad switched the light on and we all look at the roof, there's nothing there. No eyes staring down at my bed, no evil anything look down at me. I begin to feel the embarrassment and need to let them know I didn't make this up.
"I swear mom it was right up there...it called me a spoiled brat and it has glowing red eyes and I saw it blink!" I Explain hoping they will believe me, even I can admit it sounds bizarre and I wouldn't have believed it either if it didn't just happen!
"Honey, maybe we should make it two weeks without the Xbox...those games are getting to your head" She says I shake my head fast.
"No mom! It's not the video games something was up there!" I yell back at her, I swear I can still feel the eyes on me, I can still see them a little if I try hard enough to remember them.
"Keep your door open a crack and if you see them again just shout for us. You need to get some sleep. It's a school night" My mom says to me kissing me lightly on the forehead. Angry with her for not believing me I pull away from her walking back to my bed carefully, I look under the bed, not seeing anything other than the high amount of socks and pictures I shouldn't have. Sighing I get into bed without another word. At this point I hope something happens. Let my mom be the first to find me and the first to feel like it's all her fault. Before I close my eyes again I notice in the ray of light where the hallway light spills in through the crack they left in the door, the action figure Damian gave me is no longer among the others, it's the only missing.
Present Day- Jason
I didn't think we would ever stop laughing as Raven teleports us both to the roof of a tall building, it's cold up here and I feel like I can smell the clouds but I don't mind it as she laughs quietly in my arms which was needed for her to be able to teleport the both of us. She takes a step back a smile plastered onto her face, it's strange to see her smile. Nice, but strange since she doesn't really make a habit of that.
I shove my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket to keep them warm, since the higher up we are the colder. The City looks awesome from up here, it always has. It's one of the reasons I liked coming up here with Bruce when I was a Teen. It was relaxing and kept me calm before anything popped up or before the Bat Signal was brought onto the night sky. It was something I honestly looked forward to. The City lights as bright as they are only shine dim light up here.
"You think he'll be okay?" I ask she shrugs
"Probably, Kids are strong. He'll probably eventually think he just made it all up." she says I shake my head
'You were too good at that...please tell me you never did that before" I joke she smiles again looking down at the Lights of the city.
"When I was a teenager, any kids who used to mess with me or Gar always got a visit from a dark monster they never could figure out. I stopped eventually because it seemed pointless, they didn't let up with their bullying and I didn't want to put in the effort anymore after I got back. I couldn't teleport if I tried anyway so it wouldn't have been the same" I answer
"I So you DID used to send kids to therapy" I say she laughs again
"Yeah...Don't tell Dick he would literally kill me" She replies I look at her in awe, I never got to see the prankster side of Raven, the whole time we have known each other she has been either serious and trying to fight off some kind of evil, or serious and just keeping to herself. She has rarely showed me anything else.
"You think we should go do the same to Tina and James?" I ask
"Nah, I think we got the main dude. Plus I kind of want to go home and get in bed." she replies, stretching towards the sky, I can relate as I stand near her taking a small step forward, she doesn't move back and her eyes are telling me she doesn't mind being only inches apart from me. I can feel her body heat radiating off of her almost.
"I can relate to that" I say she looks up at me, her eyes staring into mine. Her deep purple eyes remind me almost of when we first met. How dull her eye color was is comparison. It was almost a pale lavender color that didn't seem to match her. It threw me off because I could have sworn her eyes had more color and determination in them. When I met her they didn't have any determination. It was just anger.
"Did you want to join me?" She asks, my cheeks flush but the blood isn't going to my face.
"I...don't want to push you if you aren't ready" I whisper honestly she moves closer to me her hand rubbing the outside of my jacket.
"You aren't pushing me Jason" She replies I put one of my hands on the side of her face, she leans into it closing her eyes softly.
"You're so beautiful, you know that don't you?" I ask her eyes open and she smiles almost anxiously
"Stop, don't be cheesy" She jokes taking my hand in hers. Her hands are cold, I wonder if she knows that? Is she cold? Has she been cold this whole time?
"Let's go home" I say she nods pulling me closer to her before we both are squeezed through what feels like a door lock. Pressed so tiny in such a small time and then made normal again as we stand in her bedroom. The lights are off and we don't bother turning them on. Before I even have a chance to ask her if she is okay with me kissing her she presses her lips onto mine hard. Her cold hands touching my neck and I pretend I don't notice because her lips are so addicting to me. I pull her closer to me feeling her body pressed up against me sends more blood down to my dick.
"Wait wait, Raven I need to make sure" I stop her putting my hands on her shoulders, she rolls her eyes smiling lightly
"I will tell you if I get uncomfortable...I promise" She says I shrug off my jacket grabbing her up again this time pulling her even closer as our lips meet once again. They move together as if we are reading each others minds. Her hands trail down to my belt loops before she swings me around, I put my elbows out to catch myself as I land on the bed, she lands almost on top. She places her Knee between my legs as balance as she runs her hands across the front of my jeans. I throb against the inside of my jeans and I feel like if I got any harder I would rip them.
Raven unbuckles my belt sliding it off effortlessly and it makes her look that much hotter to me. Before touching my pants again she unclips her cloak letting it fall to the floor. Her body suit frames her figure in a way that has always drove me wild. My fingers travel from her inner thigh to her mound, rubbing it up and down gently and she stares down at me her eyes pleading for more. I sit up straight grabbing her waist and sliding my hands back to her ass without breaking eye contact. I want to say it's more intimate for me, however I just need to be able to see if her eyes tell me she is no longer okay with this before her mouth does so I can stop.
I slide my hands up to her zipper pulling it down and letting her shrug herself out of the sleeves and let it drop to the floor as well. Her Black and Blue unpadded bra hides her breasts from me but makes them look like a present I can't wait to unwrap. I take in her image, I looked past the scars on her abdomen and sides from her time with Slade, I know she feels uncomfortable with me looking at them so I pat my thighs.
"Sit." I instruct. She does so putting her arms around my neck for support. My hands massage her breasts gently my thumbs running over her hard nipples, her lips part as I do so. I slide the fabric down exposing both of her breasts and if it was possible I felt my dick become even harder. Jesus she is hot. She released my neck unclipping the bra from behind her and dropping it to the floor before getting up from my lap. She shimmies her panties off and then returns to my lap with a smile on her face.
"You little Devil" I muse rubbing her body up and down before taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. She released a small very slight moan grinding on top of me. My other hand wonders down to her other set of lips. She's wet and it makes me wild in some ways. My mind racing into so many thoughts I can't narrow down on any of them. I gentle massage around her opening looking for permission in her eyes and she nods, biting her bottom lip softly. I slide my fingers inside and she moans bouncing up and down slightly.
"Are you trying to ride my fingers?" I ask almost shocked
"Jason, you are teasing me. I want it" She demands. I swipe my tongue across my lips. I remove my fingers and wrap my arm around her waist picking her up and almost throwing her onto the bed. She looks up at me with hunger as I undress completely. I stay at the edge of the bed grabbing her thighs and pulling her towards me. She laughs gently at my aggressiveness. I start slow but I tease her entrance with the tip of my dick and she basically pouts. Is it wrong I want her to call me Daddy? I push myself inside of her and watch as her hand grips the blankets on the bed.
"Oh Azar" She whispers to herself tilting her head back further. I begin my rhythm, hard and slow but I can tell she wants it faster. Both of my hands are on her knees pushing them towards her chest as I quicken my pace, being swallowed by her warmth I can hardly think straight but I keep going watching her mouth as she moves it with her pleasure. She begins her moans but I put a finger on her mouth gesturing to the door. She takes my wrist and guides my hand to her throat. It takes me a moment to be okay with wrapping my hand around her neck since it wasn't too long ago I was doing that to hurt her. I do so not going to tightly in fear of hurting her but continuing my pace.
"Fuck" I whisper in my own pleasure as I pound myself into her. Soft moans escape her lips every couple seconds but she does good at keeping herself quiet. "Good girl, stay quiet"
She puts a hand over her mouth tightly as I keep going, I let up on her neck worried I would hurt her, her legs start shaking as her eyes roll back into her head and her back arches, I feel what I can explain as a wave of herself wrapping around my dick while I keep my thrusts going. I feel myself rising quickly and pull myself out aiming my dick to her stomach. She grabs it from me quickly wrapping her mouth around it. It makes me explode as even I moan at the feeling of her mouth around my throbbing dick. She looks up at me sticking her tongue out for me to see...it's clean.
"You...you're hot" Is all I can say. My brain feels like mud and my legs feel like jello. She stands up walking into the bathroom no doubt to clean herself up or pee or whatever. All I can do is sit there. There is no longer a single thought in my head other than. "Fuck"