Prompt Post - Part Ten

[yj_anon]

I am REALLY, REALLY SORRY about taking so long, guys, and about not being around much recently. I've been busier than I have in a while, and it just kept slipping my mind between uni applications and volunteering and all sorts- for some reason I thought we were much further off a new post.

If there is anything I haven't responded to, as of now, I'm

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No one's at fault but everyone's broken (Cheshire/Roy new heacanon

[anonymous]

The reason Cheshire keeps hitting on Roy and being surprised when she gets rebuffed? They actually are dating. She just doesn't know that he's actually being controlled by the Light and hasn't actually changed sides, let alone remember everything half the time.

But when she does, she feels awful. Yeah, she's not exactly up there with Santa Claus on the nice list, but having an affair with someone who doesn't even know it, yet alone can't really consent? That sure as hell wasn't her intention.

Not to mention the fact that, she actually kinda really fell for him.

So once the whole scheme blows up in their faces and Roy disappears, she goes looking for him, because she feels guilty and actually cares. And what's more is once she finds him she puts him back together, piece by piece, even though she knows afterwards they can't be together.

Break my heart anon.

Re: No one's at fault but everyone's broken (Cheshire/Roy new heacanon

[yesthatnagia]

Claiming. I'll see what I can come up with.

so the world will never find you 1/??

[yesthatnagia]

He rolls away, then falls asleep. He wakes once. He sleeps again.

Jade counts his breaths.

Jade does not count the needle marks.

Cheshire dodges backwards with a handspring. Impractical, but fun.

Red Arrow's gaze darts to her thighs. She smiles under the mask, hidden away where he (where she) cannot see. When he looks at her like that, Cheshire and Jade are not two halves of a self.

But the look changes. His lips crook down, grim and dour and angry. She loves his anger.

"Roy," she says. That gets his attention, so she turns to throw a small knife. She buries it two inches deep into solid brick. The LED in the grip blinks green. "Call me."

He turns to look, then stares at her.

She laughs and melts backward into the black.

Sometimes Roy turns up at her father's latest safehouse with an empty quiver and a mouth full of messages that mean nothing to her. If her father thinks he's cracked - or delirious - or needs to keep his hands away from Jade - he never lets on

Re: so the world will never find you 1/??

[a_bit_fanatic]

This is amazing and I love it.

Re: so the world will never find you 1/??

[yesthatnagia]

Glad you're enjoying!

so the world will never find you -- 2/??

[yesthatnagia]

Too soon to dodge, too fast to track.

If it hits, it will shatter the mask's lower half, drive plastic shards into her cheeks and up her nose.

Cheshire hits the ground, log-rolls gracelessly backward and throws a smoke bomb with her trailing hand. She throws herself over the side of the building and catches herself on the rungs of a fire escape. Despite the rust, the ladder holds without creaking.

She makes her way down. Heads back toward her transport, mentally plotting the fastest course for the safehouse.

Jade fumes.

Normally, she'd write it off. You can mix business and pleasure (she makes a point of it), but business is still business. Business will always be business. For them, business means that Red Arrow is a member of the Justice League and an auxiliary with Young Justice - and no matter his hidden agenda, no matter the thing between them, his loyalty must seem absolute

Re: so the world will never find you -- 2/??

[palmtreesky]

This is so awesome and sad, and one hundred percent is it my head canon now.

Re: so the world will never find you -- 2/??

[yesthatnagia]

Couldn't ask for a better compliment. We'll see how jossed we are tomorrow night,eh?

Re: so the world will never find you -- 2/??

[refusals]

oh my god this is incredible. i never seem to be able to find enough jade/roy stories, especially ones in her POV. and especially ones written as painfully beautifully as this is. this is fucked-up and hurty and heartbreaking and so human and i'm so in love with it ;~;

The cat mask continues to smile. The woman wearing it stops.
*curls up in a ball on the floor and weeps softly*

Re: so the world will never find you -- 2/??

[yesthatnagia]

Careful, you'll make me blush! Or get a huge head, or something.

No, seriously, thank you. I'm really, really glad you're enjoying.

Re: so the world will never find you -- 2/??

[f_flamequeen]

^ *is feeling ridiculously delighted that someone else got to make refusals cry for a change*

>:O

[refusals]

...HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!

:3

Re: >:O

[f_flamequeen]

*defensively* What? It's only fair. You make us cry at every chapter. It's your turn already!

Re: so the world will never find you -- 2/??

[lazaria91]

seconding

so the world will never find you -- 3/??

[yesthatnagia]

A cavalcade of masks:

Jade cinches the sash, double checks her jitte, and then hides away her face.

Cheshire slides the window closed without a sound. Cheshire is the one who climbs up, up, up and then makes her way across the rooftops.

Jade is the one to crouch at the very edge of a dilapidated roof.

But it's Cheshire who rises and performs kata after kata, drilling herself on movements she learned from the day she could toddle and hold a knife at the same time.

But the person, the woman who is both Jade and Cheshire, uses that time to wonder: What is beta protocol?

The Guardian can be as bright and happy and well-meaning and law-abiding as he likes. Cheshire knows what Cadmus is, because she knows who funds a quarter of it. Recently he was raving to her father about giant albino wolves

so the world will never find you -- 4/??

[yesthatnagia]

She's going to need a new laptop for her safehouse.

That's fine, because Sportsmaster is going to need a new head.

One of these thoughts is the woman. One of these is the assassin. She's too angry to be sure which.

"Insulting?" She can't actually see his eyebrows through his mask, but his tone and the way one eye tics tells her he's raised an eyebrow.

Cheshire suppresses the momentary urge to stab him. He's the one with the answers; burying steel into his brain via his optical nerve is a conversation ender.

But oh, once she has her answers!

So in lieu of stabbing him, she says, "Yes. To him, to me, to you."

"Don't tell me you've gone and decided something was wrong."

Cheshire sweeps out an arm. The laptop crashes to the ground.

"'Wrong' is such a limiting term," she says, lightly, airily, as if she is not thinking about stabbing him. "Try 'reprehensible