Keys~
Y/N~ Your Name
E/C~ Eye Color
S/T~ Skin Tone
H/C~ Hair Color
F/C~ Favorite Color
Notes~ So I use a quote from the poem Heaven or Whatever by Shane Koyczan. I TOTTALY recommend listening to that poem along with some of his other ones! I put his poem at the top! Please listen to it! It's my favorite poem!
Requested By~ Venusthorn21
Jaime's P.O.V.
Today has not been a good day! At all! Mama and Dad are fighting again, Abuela (grandma) is in the hospital again and Milagro's babysitter is out of town again.
On top of all that the team has been on mission after mission after mission. No one has had time to relax and everyone is stressed out. There's already been three fights and it's not even nine o'clock yet.
Finally having a second, I sit on the couch. Sitting down, I release the weight from my pained feet and relax my aching back. "Hey Jaime, can you-"
"What?! What do you want Y/N?!" I scream at my girlfriend. Y/N came to the past with Bart almost a year ago and about half a year ago we started dating.
"I was just going to ask for help. There's no need for you to yell at me." She mumbles, holding a jelly jar out to me.
"Really?! I just sat down! Can I have two seconds to myself?!" I yell, not caring about anything at the moment.
She snaps her mouth open and shut once before saying. "Okay, I'll just ask Bart."
Getting to my feet, I take it out of her hands and open it for her. "No! It's fine! It's not like I already do everything for you!" I snap at her, actuality starting a fight with her now.
Taking it away from me, she snaps back. "You don't do everything for me! I'm an independent woman! I don't need you!"
I sarcastically laugh as the scrub starts yelling at me. Jaime Reyes, your doing something stupid! I recommend you stop before it gets out of hand! Ignoring him, I fight back. "Really?! Is that why you're so clingy, and such a cry baby! Don't even get me started on your constant calling and texting!"
"I'm not a cry baby! Not to mention I don't text and call you all the time! You can live your own life, I don't care!" She yells back setting the open jar down so she doesn't spill it on the floor.
"I should break up with you! You're to demanding and to clingy!" I scream at her as everyone listens into our fighting now.
"Maybe you should! You just end up being a bad guy after all! A bad guy no one ever loves!" She screams back, her hands clenched in fists by her hips.
"I'd rather be a bad guy then a slut like you!" I scream, throwing my hands towards her in a gesture.
Instead of her screaming back, Y/N drops to her knees on the ground. Her head is against the ground as her hands are over her head. "I'm sorry, Sir! I'm sorry! Don't hit me again!" She says in a panic as her crying is obvious in her words.
Instantly Bart is by her. "Y/N! Y/N Stop! Jaime's not going to hurt you!" He tells her, shaking her shoulders some.
Looking up, Y/N's E/C eyes are brimmed with tears. She hiccups before burring herself in Bart. "Don't let him hurt me. Please don't let him hurt me again Bart." She scream into his chest as everyone slowly inches forward.
Glaring at them, Bart gets up with Y/N in his arms. He counties soothing her as he walks down the hallway. "You've been hitting her?" Nightwing asks, looking at me in disappointment.
"What?! No! I have never hit her and I never will! Honestly! This is our first big fight!" I tell them truthfully, just as surprised by her actions as everyone else is.
My heart throbs for her as I think over what I said and what she did. Why did she do that? Does she really think I'd hurt her? I think to myself, turning around and starting to walk down the hall in search for her and Bart.
Bart's P.O.V.
My heart rate picks up as I realize Y/N and Jaime are fighting. I go to step in but Cassie holds me back. "You can't always save them from fighting." She whisper sin my ear, not letting go of my arm.
"You don't understand! You need to let me go Cass!" I plead, trying to pull out of her grasp with no effect.
Turning me around, Cassie forces me to look at her. "No Bart! You need to leave them alone! Let them figure it out on there own."
I go to say something else but Y/N scatting cuts me off. "I'm sorry, Sir! I'm sorry! Don't hit me again!" She begs him, curled up in a small ball on the floor.
Instantly the familiar need to protect her from Blue runs over me. Vibrating, I get out of Cass's hold and slide on the floor next to her. My heart races faster as I grab her shoulders and force her to look at me. Her eyes are red already as her cheeks are pink. My heart shatters as I remember all the other times I've seen her like this. "Y/N! Y/N Stop! Jaime's not going to hurt you!" I tell her, already knowing I'm laying to her.
She grabs me like I'm her life line before hiding herself. "Don't let him hurt me. Please don't let him hurt me again Bart." She cries, all the members running back to her like always.
Glancing up, everyone is starting to form a circle around us. I shot them all an annoyed glare before picking Y/N up. "It's okay. It'll be okay. I won't let him hurt you." I repeat again and again until as I walk down the hallway.
I keep comforting her as I walk around and vibrate throw walls.
Once I'm sure that no one will be able to keep up with our random path, I lean the mountain and get to Grandpa Barry's house in no time with the help of my speed. Carefully, I walk into the house and to my room. Y/N's still clinging to me when I sit on my bed.
My shirt is soaked and I can guess that Y/N's face has gone from her clear S/T to a red color form her crying. Carefully, I lay us down on my bed.
Y/N is still buried in my chest as my shirt is clenched in her small hands. Her knees are up against her chest and push into my stomach. One of my arms are around her back as the other one runs through her hair. My legs sprawl out under us as her wails get louder and louder.
Knowing how this goes, there's no way I can stop her thoughts from haunting her. When the peak comes, she full out screams. When this starts I wrap my arms around her tighter and pull her as close as I can.
My grip on her doesn't loosen until all I hear from her is broken breaths. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop it." I mumble to her. Instead of answering she runs her face against me.
Before we left to come back to the past I promised I wouldn't let anyone, especially Jaime, hurt her. I did the same thing when they started dating. I promised that he wouldn't hurt her or throw himself at her or scream at her. That's why I've been intervening with their fighting. I promised her he'd never yell at her again. I broke my promise.
Soon, her breaths steady out and she sits up. I slide my head into her lip as she stretches her arms out. Her eyes are super puffy and like I guessed, her face is red. Frowning, I burry my head in her stomach. Her fingers slide through my hair as she leans her head against my back.
We've never been romantically involved and we never while. We've been best friends since we were three. We've seen each other beat more ones then we can count. More me seeing hen her though. We've been the only thing each other has had their whole lives and I'll never let that go.
Do you know how many relationships we've listed for each other? A lot. Do you know how many tickets out of the hell hole of the future we've pasted up for for each other? Way to many. But neither of us would ever change that. If it wasn't for each other, we would each have died five items over already.
"I'm going to go home." She says, starting to pull away from me.
Grabbing her, I pull her back towards me. "No you're not." I say back, laying her down on my bed. She doesn't fight me in it, instead she just lays there. Getting up, I shuffle throw my closet until I find the bag Y/N keeps here.
Pulling out one of the over sized shirts she wears to bed, I give it to her. "Get changed and I'll get us some food." Once he words are out I turn on my heels and walk out, making sure to close the door behind me. I make a quick dinner of hot dogs and macaroni.
When I get upstairs, Y/N is passed out in my bed. Her H/C hair is webbed out on my pillow as her arms are throw over her head. The shirt is a pretty F/C color with one of her favorite quotes. I set the plates down on the side table before pulling her shirt down to cover up her patterned underwear.
Laying next to her, I let my finger tips trace the words over her stomach. I remember the difficult days, I remember the bandages. They looked like tiny blankets, as if all your knuckles have gone off to bed. Walls that looked like they'd said something to get under your skin and were suddenly made to pay. I know you were an angry man. (Shane Koyczan)
I remember the first time she saw the shirt. We were out at a festival three months after we joined the team. The Shane guy that wrote the poem was there and said some poem. It's her favorite poem. When she heard it, she pointed at me with an unlit cigarette some drunk thirty year old man gave her, and said "That's you. You're my the person that his dead grandfather was to him." She then laughed, grabbed my hand and started dancing with me to some goth nineteen year old reading his suicide letter.
As the memory fades away, I move my finger off of the n on the last word man. There's a knock at my bedroom door. Turning around, I figure it would be Barry or Iris back from they're last minute trip to Springfield. Instead, Jaime stands there. "She's asleep." I say, turning back over and tracing the words again.
Walking around the bed, Jaime sits next to Y/N's sprawled our form. Pointing at it, he says "She calls that her you shirt."
Chuckling, I shake my head. "What?" I ask, knowing how much of a hippie Y/N can be.
Jaime chuckles before explaining it like Y/N probably explained it to him. "She said out of the whole poem she loves so much that that (?) is what reminds her of you the most. She said that she remembers wrapping your fingers in bandage tape everyday and how you'd punch the walls when the time machine wouldn't work. She told me that you would always try to hide your anger but she would always notice it."
A smile covers my face as a small chuckle slips my lips. "Ya.... she would always tell me that she know I got in trouble when I wouldn't have tape around my fingers." I tell him, tracing my finger tips over another word. "Back in the future when I was making the time machine I would have to steal and smuggle parts in. Whenever I would get caught I would get beat and take a few weeks off to throw them off my trail. It always worked."
Scooting Y/N over, Jaime lays next to her but doesn't touch her as if he's afraid he'll scare her again. "What is it like for her in the future?" He asks after another few minutes of quite.
I'm quite, thinking over an answer. "Worse then it is for most people. Definitely worse then it is for me. Being the granddaughter of Jimmy Olsen a.k.a Superman's best friend isn't the best." Jaime's eyes widen as he sits up and looks between us. "You didn't know, did you?" I question, wrapping myself around her to get closer to Jaime.
"No.... she hasn't told me anything about the future or anything about anything honestly." He tells me, sitting up too but not touching her still.
Sighing out, I brush a kiss to her cheek. "I didn't think she would and I promise you she never will." I say, knowing it'll hurt her before it fixes him. "It's hard for her to talk to anyone, even me."
Were both quiet before he asks "Can you tell me about her life in the future?"
I think over it for a moment before agreeing. "Because of her family connection to Superman in the future she's already beat pretty bad. But, also in the future. She's your favorite...." Jaime cuts me off before I can filling explain myself
"Why is she scared of me if she's my favorite?"
Snapping my eyes towards him, I glare. "She's your favorite toy to beat." I finish, causing Jaime to pale. "With that in the future you beat him almost on an hourly basis." We both go quiet again until I speak up again. "There's not much else about the future that's important. She was just very scared you'd kill her one day or you know.... maybe you'd.... you'd rape or something."
Jaime's face pales even more as he looks down at the sleeping girl. She's so peaceful when she sleeps. Leaning down, I kiss her cheek again. "You really love her, don't you?" Jamie asks, carefully messing with her hair.
Smiling, I nod. "Ya. I've loved her since day one."
Again, I trace her t-shirt. "Why aren't you dating her then? Is it because of me?" Jaime says, asking more questions.
I laughing sarcastically before looking back at the person that's taken everything but Y/N away from me. "No, it's never been because of you. We've just never loved each other in that way. Never will either. It's just works that I love her like a sister.... not even a sister, I love her like a daughter." I explain to him, being honest about my relationship with Y/N.
Y/N starts fidgeting in her sleep. She flips back and forth before grabbing a hold of Jaime. Her arms go around his waist as she hides her face in his stomach. "I love you Jaime." She mumbles, snuggling closer to him.
Jaime looks super nervous as he tries not to move or touch her in anyway. "It's okay Jaime, you're not going to hurt her."
He gulps before carefully placing his hands on her back. "Yes I am, you said it yourself."
Smiling, I lay back down on my bed. "As long as I'm breathing I'm not going to let you hurt my baby girl." After a few minutes I lifting an eye lid and peak out at my best friend and my world sleeping peacefully together. "You're my whole world Y/N...." I whisper out before letting myself sleep too....