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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      Gen, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics), Red_Hood_and_the_Outlaws_(Comics), Kick-Ass_(comics),
      Kick-Ass_(2010)
  Relationship:
      Jason_Todd/Damian_Wayne, Mindy_McCready/Damian_Wayne, Damian_Wayne/Bruce
      Wayne, Bruce_Wayne/Damian_Wayne/Cassandra_Cain, Dick_Grayson/Damian_Wayne
  Character:
      Damian_Wayne, Jason_Todd, Bruce_Wayne, Mindy_McCready, Cassandra_Cain
  Additional Tags:
      fem!Damian, fem!jason_-_Freeform, Crossover_Pairings, Threesome_-_F/M/M
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-06 Updated: 2013-10-07 Chapters: 12/? Words: 4779
****** Prompted Drabbles (from tumblr) ******
by unboundpen
Summary
     A collection of drabbles from the prompts I get on tumblr. (Prompts
     are shown in the summary of every chapter)
***** Slow (BruDamiCass) *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt from Effi (thelittlestcrane):
     BruDamiCass - Cass calls the shots (feel more than free to fem! it up
     if you want ~)
     NSFW
Cassandra watches with a critical eye, pursing her lips with disapproval at the
sight. She climbs up onto the bed, reaching over to clasp Damian’s chin and
turn his head towards her.
And she waits as the young boy opens his eyes slowly, pupils completely blown
up and clouded. “Slow,” she says curtly, releasing her grip and leans back to
watch Damian follow her order. He moves over his father’s lap and she can see
that he’s trying hard not to wiggle and rut and just go faster.
Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Bruce shift. His shoulders start to
shake in amusement and she growls impatiently, shooting a look at the older
man. He smiles down at her only for it to wipe away when he catches her glare.
Sharp eyes trail down till they reach his large hands, staring until they move
to where she wants them: wrapping around Damian’s much smaller frame.
Satisfied, Cassandra fixes the last adjustments to the only thing she has on,
latching on the buckle and making sure the strap on is secure before moving
behind Damian. She makes quick work of the bottle of lube, clicking it open and
squirting a good amount onto her hand. She sees the tensing on the boy’s
shoulders, anticipating for more, and she’s quick to steal a kiss, right
between his shoulder blades, just to watch some of that go away.
As she lines herself up to his currently stretched opening, Cassandra looks up
meeting Bruce’s eyes evenly. It’s the spark that’s always been there that
motivates her to push until the head of the toy is in Damian. His keening,
high-pitched and broken sends shivers down her spine, making her want to push
in when she knows he’s trying to adjust to her and Bruce.
It’s faint, but the sigh he lets out gives her the okay to press forward,
sinking in and feeling the bulk of Bruce just there. She closes her eyes and
savors Damian’s sporadic shivers when her front presses against his back,
tilting her head up to their older lover in waiting. And she’s not disappointed
as a pair of soft lips descends over hers. They kiss to the sound of Damian’s
whines, tongues mingling to savor each other and remind themselves that this
isn’t a dream.
And when they pull away, she whispers just one word to them to let her lovers
know.
"Slow."
***** Not A Date (MindyDamian) *****
Chapter Summary
     prompt from Effi:
     Hit Girl/Damian, if you’d prefer. Maybe Mindy lets Dami take her out
     for a non-patrol date but they both decide patrol is way more fun.
     SFW
"You’re sure?"
"What you think I got shit for brains? I’m pretty sure normal dates are
supposed to go like this…at least that’s what I got from Kick-Ass anyway."
Damian purses his lips in thought staring up at the shoddy excuse of a movie
theater before walking up to the ticket booth with Mindy right beside him. She
studies their surroundings nonchalantly as he gets their tickets from the not-
completely-there valet.
The movie they had chosen to see was supposed to be perfect for a date due to
very intense research on Damian’s part and because Damian and Mindy had never
really been on a proper one, they thought ‘why the hell not?’
They decided going all out was for the best; popcorn, slushies, hotdogs, and
candy; and found their way into their allotted theater, only to find that
their’s was empty except for the two of them. Damian had read somewhere that
this was a good thing, which he didn’t mind. Being around other people was a
bother anyway.
But as the lights dim and as Mindy tries to show typical female affection by
wrapping an arm around his and pulling him much lower than he expected, Damian
starts to have doubts. And when 20 minutes has passed, he had concluded that he
was very much bored with the whole ordeal, already figuring out the ending to
this pathetic excuse for cinematic entertainment.
He is much more fixated on investigating how much popcorn they actually
ingested within this time, but his attention wavers when Mindy lets out an
exasperated sigh and turns her own attention on him. “Wanna get the fuck out of
here? I’m bored out of my fucking mind and can’t even wrap my head around how
this is considered good.”
"You’re the one that wanted to do this," Damian replies.
"Well, you were right, asshole." She scowls, pushing her hair behind her ear
before standing up in the dark theater. "Disney is one thing, but this stupid
romantic crap on screen is too much. We’re much better off having our dates on
patrol."
Damian glances down at the food surrounding him before joining her and leading
her out of the dark space by the hand.
"Where the fuck are we going?"
He looks over his shoulder with a feral grin, one that he knows she’s seen many
times on his face when he’s truly excited. “On a proper date, of course.”
***** Dream (JayDami) *****
Chapter Summary
     prompt from anon:
     Sad fic with Jason constantly dreaming about Damian after Damian
     dies.
     SFW
Night after night he feels helpless, falling victim to the horror that his mind
constructs, forcing him to question whether reality was fantasy and was fantasy
actually reality. Smelling him on his sheets, burying his head on Damian’s
pillow, he longs for that touch as if going through withdrawal.
It first starts as a simple whisper of his name.
Todd
Calling him, enticing him, until he lashes out in the darkness assuming it’s
another one of Gotham’s villains playing a trick on him.
And then it becomes full on images of Damian, almost always sitting beside him
on the bed doing whatever he usually does. Read, write, research anything that
is on his mind, or just simply combing his hands through Jason’s hair. And it’s
those ones that make Jason start to believe, actually feel those tiny hands
massage his head as he sleeps away and watches Damian in his mind’s eye.
Kisses come in next. Images of Damian leaning over to press those lips of his
on any part of Jason’s face makes him yearn more for that touch and reach out
for the boy. At first, the teen simply vanishes when he does so, but after
several attempts, he manages to pull Damian in and hug him to himself and kiss
him back as he breathes in the faint smell of lemongrass and herbs.
But it’s when they start to have full on conversations that scare him. It’s
always about Jason, talking about what he’s done for the day or what plans he
has later on that he knows Damian would be interested in. This image of Damian
solidifies, grasps his consciousness until Jason yearns for the moment he can
lay his head down and see him again night after night, if only to get away from
the awful memory that Damian isn’t in this fantasy turned nightmare.
And it goes on and on, with him loving Damian more than he already did, and he
lets it.
***** Eleven Candles (Gen Brudami) *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt from anon:
     Bruce celebrating Damian’s birthday for the first time maybe?
     SFW
He had made it back as quickly as he could so that by the time he did get back
into the Batcave, the cake that Alfred had baked was set aside with eleven
candles already in place. Bruce knows the older man has gone to bed, having
already stated that he will visit Damian later on in the morning, as well as
Dick and Tim.
Bruce sheds the cowl, running a finger through his sweat matted hair and
studies the cake, taking in it’s details. The simplicity and elegance
incorporated into it is the very thing that Bruce expected, and he admires his
old friend for it as he silently thanks him. He takes it from the table and
makes his way out of the Batcave to venture through the manor till he was
exiting from the back and walking through the grounds of Wayne Manor at an even
pace, knowing he’ll get there at the time he wanted.
He greets his mother and father, making sure to reach a hand down to brush the
cool, rough surfaces as he passes by. But he makes it until he stops right
beside the freshly churned patch of dirt. Bruce takes it in, the smooth, light
grey marble that stands a few inches above his head, bearing the name of his
son.
Bruce bends over and places the cake over the smooth patch of grass between the
stone and the dirt, taking out a lighter to light all eleven candles with a
steady hand. Straightening up, he admires his handiwork -reminding himself to
thank Alfred again- before looking at the monument of a tombstone. He lifts a
hand up to run his fingers over the carved letters delicately, tracing each one
with love and care before leaning forward to press his lips to the marble and
whisper something so quiet that it would have gone unheard by anyone that had
chosen to accompany him.
"Happy Birthday, Damian."
***** Leather (fem!Jay/fem!Dami) *****
Chapter Summary
     prompt from spiritmimi:
     Please make a genderbent Jaydami fic ? Pretty pretty please with a
     leather jacket on top
     SFW
"See I told you, leather jackets make anyone look hot."
Danielle continues to study herself in the mirror, profiling herself as her
girlfriend sits behind her smoking, as she usually does after they’ve had sex.
"You’re just saying that because I’m naked under this," she shoots back,
turning around to face Jaylin as she smooths the jacket down over her breasts.
It makes her feel very exposed with it open and only stopping at her hips. If
her torso was any longer it would probably stop at her waist instead.
The older woman smirks, blowing a cloud of smoke away before crawling her way
to the end of the bed. Danielle follows, stepping up to meet her halfway.
"No, it’s fact. Sometimes I get the feeling that the reason you’ve jumped my
ass was because you’ve seen me around in this," Jaylin sits up to reach and tug
at her leather jacket.
Danielle hums, reaching a hand up to run through her older lover’s hair,
smiling when Jaylin breaths in and then blows the smoke across her stomach and
presses a kiss after it’s cleared.
"It’s not just the leather, Jay."
"Maybe at first it was, but I know."
***** Rescue (Gen JayDami) *****
Chapter Summary
     prompt from anon:
     Hope I’m not too late for the prompt requests. Here goes. So like
     “antisocial-too good for everyone” Damian gets teased in school for
     being a test tube baby but Jason (also 10 years old) stands up for
     him and gets into a fight.
     SFW
A few months of attending school and Damian has already made a name for
himself. (As if the last name Wayne wasn’t already.) But attending public
school was supposed to build character and social skills (which he needed)
according to his father. It was so that Damian could understand the people and
children who he helped protect every night he went on patrol. But conversing
with them was -as he soon found out- a tedious task that he could not even
bother with. 
Soon his antisocial actions led to whispers that followed after him through
every room and hallway he passed by. His lack of interaction with others his
own age allowed for stories that he chose neither to confirm nor deny, most of
them bringing his so called reputation down even further.
And now he’s staring up at this nameless person who’s making fun of his family
life. How his father was always seen on the newspapers and news, and how this
person’s never seen his mother, even going so far as to theorize that Talia was
some sort of prostitute. While Damian learned that in this society prostitution
was looked down upon, he had learned to respect that occupation long ago and
never took it as an insult, even if it was meant towards his own mother, who
was considered one of the deadliest women in the world. Of course this peasant
didn’t know that. Among other times, Damian would choose to punish the boy
without a second thought and show him who is superior.
His father, of course, loved to apply the rules of baseball, if anything
happened because of Damian again then he’d be out, so to speak.
While Damian looks up blankly, he realizes that attempts at insulting his
mother and father weren’t enough. He was now by some logical excuse, that only
this idiot could follow, somehow a test-tube baby, which he wouldn’t deny
anyway.
Within a blink of an eye, Damian finds himself looking straight into nothing
with the nameless one on the ground clutching his jaw in shock.
"Hey asshole," Damian swings his head to see a boy his age with this mean look
on his face, fist still held up, "why don’t you say something nice for a
change? Saying any more stupid things could land you in trouble, ya know."
This new guy was wearing a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and very old and worn
shoes that looked too big on him. Actually most of his wardrobe looked big on
him. His glare was quite impressive by Damian’s standards.
"Why don’t you mind your own business?"
"If you’re messing with another kid on my street, it becomes my business," the
kid sneers, dropping his arm and spits on the ground for show. Damian’s so
called bully looks ready to add something, but one threatening step forward
gets him scrambling to his feet and hurrying off, but not before saying
something to Damian.
He doesn’t catch it, never really does, and stands up from leaning against the
building he’d been shoved into earlier, brushing off his school jacket.
"Ya hurt?" 
The other boy actually looks worried, eyes darting all over Damian’s frame
looking for any injuries.
"I’m fine, just been pushed around too much," he replies to his…rescuer.
"You’d think prissy academy guys like him would know a thing or two. Ah," the
boy pauses, scratching his head sheepishly after getting a good look at
Damian’s blazer, "not that I think all kids who go to private school are
prissy. I’m Jason."
Damian watches as Jason holds out his hand, which is filthy with what looked to
be like motor oil and other types of grime, but mostly motor oil. He reaches
out and takes it, clasping his fingers.
"Damian," he replies with a curt nod.
The way Jason bites his lip in concentration before letting Damian’s hand go
catches Damian’s attention, getting him a better look of the boy’s face. “Cool.
You’re sure you’re okay?”
Damian nods.
They stand in silence for a bit, not knowing how to move on. Damian wouldn’t
know anything on how to do that, social niceties completely nonexistent. But he
doesn’t have to say anything except nod again when the other boy says, ”So get
this, there’s a pretty rad arcade around the corner. Wanna come with?”
***** Kiss (MindyDamian) *****
Chapter Summary
     prompt from alittlegirlisgrowingup:
     mmm how about Hit Girl/Damian maybe their first kiss or a hot scene
     with them as teenagers
     SFW-ish
No one could positively understand the lengths she has to go through to keep
herself calm. As many others have said before her, puberty can be a fucking
bitch. (Still is, and probably will be until she doesn’t get periods anymore.)
But it’s more of a bitch in a sense that it’s done really well to make Damian
look this good. And it’s not fair because she literally has to keep her
distance or else she’d be jumping him every time she sees him.
She knows she looks good enough to get guys falling for her, that much is true,
but it’s not fair that Damian is getting her to go insane especially with his
shirt off.
But after the ninth gazillion time of seeing him stretch in just sweatpants on
the training mats, she can’t exactly take it anymore.
Fuck it
So here she is, on top of him and sticking her tongue down his throat as he
returns the kiss just as passionately and runs his hands over her arched back.
His skin feels good under her, scars and hard muscles gliding under her palms.
Mindy moans quietly, loving the way his thigh intentionally rubs her just like
that, getting her to break away as a full body shudder runs through.
Damian’s chest rises and falls unevenly. He stares up at her still a bit
confused  before a little smirk appears.
"Shut up," she growls. The blonde feels his hands slip under her shirt,
trailing his fingers around her lower back. She has to bite her lip hard to
muffle the groan trying to escape.
"I didn’t say anything."
"Asshole, you were thinking it. That’s enough for me to tell you to shut up."
That little eyebrow raise does nothing to hide the blush that forms on the
guy’s cheeks. “Are you going to keep calling me names or kiss me again?”
And because Mindy always likes to have the last word, she leans down again so
that their lips brush just so. “What do you think?”
 
***** Training (fem!JayDami) *****
Chapter Summary
     prompt from anon:
     Pretty please make one of Damian and jaylin sexy time or maybe
     Danielle and Jason, loved the other fic by the way, u are amazing ,
     words can’t describe
     NSFW
She can’t help smiling down at the kid, not when it seems like he’s
really feeling it. After hooking up with Damian, sex has been…well,
interesting.
Jaylin has never been with someone inexperienced before, so training Damian to
specifically what she likes is a way to keep her busy.
Damian’s moans, breathless as they are, are the sexiest things to her. The way
he tries to hide it from her as she rides him in a controlled and even pace,
how his bottom lip disappears underneath a row of perfect teeth, how his eyes
look up at her all hazy as he tries to focus. It’s all intoxicating to her
because of how he normally is a prissy little ass. Seeing him lose his shit
under her is the best feeling in the world.
"Let them go, Babybat," she croons softly, running her palms up higher on his
chest, "don’t keep those sweet little moans from me. Momma wants to hear them."
She grins with pride when he does what she says, moaning wantonly. His hips
buck up into her more forcefully, a sharp intake of breath through her nose.
Shudders quake under her, a signal that he was close, and a sign for her to
stop. Damian’s whimpers and glare don’t get him anything, even when his small
hands reach up to grip her hips tightly, nails digging in.
"Don’t give me that, Babybat, you said you wanted to train."
***** Untitled (BruCass) *****
Chapter Summary
     (from a meme on tumblr)
     Effi prompted:
     Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips.
If there’s one thing Cassandra loves, it’s the sound of Bruce’s voice. She
loves the gruff, low timbre that she first heard from him as Batman,
authoritative and to the point with his words and his body. The long yearned
for fatherly tone that comes when the masks come off as he praises or critiques
her. And lastly when they’re in bed when he whispers sparingly loving words
into her ear and across her skin when he explores her body.
Every single time he talks, she pays attention, and it’s not just because
she’ll never get tired of hearing him speak. It’s also the enchanting way his
lips work to form the sounds she loves to hear.
Even now as she makes herself comfortable on his lap, head propped up on the
arm rest of the couch, she watches intently as he talks into the phone, calm
and collected. From that, she gathers he’s addressing someone from work. But
even though he may sound as if he’s fine, she can read and practically feel the
tenseness of his body. The easy flow of the way his mouth moves is stunted by
the frown he tries to hide, the muscles around his lips tightening.
Cassandra knows it’s unpleasant for the both of them when he’s like this, so
she shifts, catching his attention immediately, to sit up and give more of her
weight to his chest as she leans on him. His eyes trail her as he continues
talking, curious about her actions. As he always is when he tries to do what
she does in reading body language.
A man of his age and with the training he’s gotten, can never compete with her
skill nor her with his, but they get better the more time they spend with each
other. He with body language and she with deducing.
She lets her fingers trail over his mouth, allowing them to keep up with the
movement of his bottom lip. Bruce’s forehead creases amusingly, trying to talk
with this new distraction.
It feels nice, the way his lips move under her touch. Her index finger traces
slowly, feeling how plump his lips are with a few simple presses here and
there, getting her to smile and giggle quietly to herself when he grunts.
They both know he’s making the choice of not stopping her, letting her explore
as much as she wanted.
But she’s not satisfied. So, she sits up even more, squirming over his lap, to
give him a quick kiss on the corner of his lips, leaving him to stop abruptly
mid-sentence. Cassandra makes to kiss him on the other side just as quickly,
grinning by the time she looks up at Bruce. She cups her hands over his,
guiding the phone to her lips.
"Bruce busy. Call back tomorrow." The phone beeps when she presses the end call
button on the screen before taking it away and tossing it over onto the
recliner across from where they are. She moves to straddle his lap and to drape
her arms over his shoulders. His hands automatically come up to grip her hips
just as a way to keep them somewhere.
"That’s not very nice, Cassandra," Bruce reprimands lightly.
She huffs, “You’re sleepy,” and then scrunches her face knowing that wasn’t
really the right word. “Tired with work.”
The smile that grows on Bruce’s face is lovely, giving her the sudden urge to
feel it against her own. And Cassandra doesn’t hesitate, bringing her head down
so she can kiss Bruce slowly.
What she loves more than hearing Bruce talk or feeling the way his lips move
under her fingertips was kissing him. And she knows that he doesn’t mind it at
all.
***** Untitled (DickDami) *****
Chapter Summary
     (from a meme on tumblr)
     Prompt from anon:
     Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.
Any way Dick looked at it, Damian was in a mood. A mood he typically doesn’t
show in front of Bruce’s guests at the latest gala. The teen would normally
bask in the adoring attention from everyone, a true rich kid attitude that he
wore so easily.
But looking at him now, sinking down his sheet covered dining chair with his
legs stretching out as Damian’s head rests on the backrest and has his eyes
shut. The atmosphere around the teen warns off any curious party guest.
Dick makes his way over, sharing easy going smiles as he passes guests until
he’s close enough to place the base of his wine flute on Damian’s forehead. His
grin widens when Damian’s eyes pop open widely.
"Grayson."
"Hey, little D."
Damian’s eyes narrow, face moving into his trademark scowl. “What is it?”
The older man shrugs, waiting for a few seconds pretending to think about it.
“I was going to ask you why you’re here by yourself, but now I’m thinking we
haven’t actually shared a dance tonight.”
"I’m sixteen, Grayson. If anything, dancing isn’t something I’ve done
recently."
Dick removes the wine flute and reaching across and down to place it steady on
the table before pulling it back to hold his hand palm up expectantly. “All the
more reason to join me. I’ll even let you stand on my feet if you want.”
He watches as Damian’s face loosens up a tiny bit, his distraction an easy way
to get whatever’s been troubling Damian to just not be his current thoughts.
Fingers reach up to curl around Dick’s, clutching them tightly until Damian was
up.
"That’ll hurt your feet."
"But see, I didn’t hear a no or anything in that sentence."
***** Untitled (JayDami) *****
Chapter Summary
     (from a meme on tumblr)
     prompt from anon:
     Grapholagnia- The urge to stare at obscene pictures.
Jason stares intently at his closed laptop, set across from him on the dingy
old mattress owned by the motel he was staying in for a week. He’s unsure on
how to feel about Damian doing what he’s done today, the little fucker….
Somehow, even when Jason says he needs to be off the grid, Damian still manages
to get ahold of him and break radio silence. More often than not, it was mostly
to just talk -annoy the older man off. But this time, the teen had decided to
make Jason’s life even more of a living hell than it already was on this
mission.
Thoughts of their earlier conversation tempts him into opening up his email. He
wants to, considering how many months it’s been since he’s been away from
Gotham. But that would give Damian a win for sure….
Jason looks up before rubbing his hand over his face with a long withering
sigh, “To hell with it.”
He opens his laptop and keys in the password, waiting for the screen to boot up
before inserting his USB to get a better WIFI signal. When his inbox finishes
loading, there on the top of the list is the email Damian sent to Jason, with
six attachments as promised.
He hesitates only for a second, knowing just how bad his want for the teen will
get, but he taps the touchpad, a frown starting to form on his lips.
It’s hard enough as it is having to hear the kid’s moans through his ear piece,
tempting and teasing Jason with just his sounds, and it’s even harder when the
attachments open up.
"Little shit," Jason mutters upon seeing the first photo of Damian leering at
the camera while sitting on a bed that looks suspiciously like it was from one
of Jason’s safe houses. His legs were spread, wearing just the traditional
boxer briefs he usually sported.
Jason scrolls down to the next one where Damian is still smirking at the
camera, but this time with his erection in hand. No doubt the kid had to muster
a lot of that confidence up in order to do this. The last time Jason had
attempted to use a camera on Damian, it had ended up with the kid walking out
on him with a blush Jason couldn’t distinguish between embarrassment or anger.
Maybe it had been both, but after that incident, Jason hadn’t tried to convince
Damian after that.
But seeing all of these now, he’s reminded that the kid is willing to go
through things he normally wouldn’t do for Jason, and just because of that, the
small pressure in his chest increases, just as his cock hardens at the thought
of Damian putting himself through this with the very confidence he had in
taking down bad guys. And shit, if that wasn’t hot, Jason didn’t know what was.
When he scrolls down to the next photo, he whispers one thing that he knows
Damian would react to, “Fuck me.”
***** Untitled (MindyDamian) *****
Chapter Summary
     (from a meme on tumblr)
     prompt from anon:
     Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.
Damian isn’t sure how to take any of it, really. The enthused comments, the
sultry grins, the promise held in those eyes when he dares to meet them. He
knows she means to seduce him properly. And it was so much easier to do when
they were younger -granted, they only started a few months ago.
But it really is getting increasingly harder to ignore whatever it is she’s
doing.
"I beat you again, bird boy."
Normally, yes he’d automatically give her a reasonable quip that was worthy of
their banter, but that thing that she was doing with her lips, biting enough
that the corners of her mouth were tightened, making her full lips even
plumper, was more than enough reason for it to be a distraction.
He can only manage a glare at her before throwing a batarang down at the one
and only conscious bad guy trying to escape.
"What? Catwoman got your tongue?" She taunts, grinning spiritedly just before
reaching down to yank the guy at her feet by his hair, before touching the
blade of her sword to his neck, making his idiotic bumbling intensify.
Damian flips over the crate and lands in front of her with an obvious frown.
“You took an oath, Hit-Girl.”
Pretty blue eyes stare back at him, her smile falling for a moment to reveal
that dead glint that was almost always there. Damian coughs, masking the quick
intake of breath his body was prepared to do unconsciously.
"We agreed. You’re in Gotham."
She drops her double ended sword staff and then brings her hand up just so that
it can immediately go right back down to smack her now free gloved hand over
her prisoner’s head, resulting in the man slumping under her grip due to
passing out.
It takes a moment, as they both watch the body settle at their feet when she
releases the man’s hair just before they both look up to meet each other’s
eyes. He choses not to say anything first, which they know she doesn’t mind.
She likes to talk…almost as much as Grayson does, but, of course, telling her
that she has anything in common with his ex-partner would only make her
displeased.
"So," Mindy starts, her normally raspy voice ring pleasantly through his ears,
"do I get a reward for being good?"
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