DC COMICS IMAGINES

World Cup Fever

Key: f/f - favorite fruit, güey is pronounced way.

a/n: THIS IS ABOUT SOCCER ALRIGHT. I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT SOCCER, ALSO DON'T COME HATING ON ME BECAUSE I TALK TRASH ON MESSI, BUT IF WE'RE BEING HONEST HE FUCKED UP THE LAST GAME. Also, there's this thing about Jason being Hispanic so I'm going to mess with that for this fic.

WARNING: LANGUAGE, OPINIONS, SPANISH, CUSS WORDS IN SPANISH, MAYBE SOME FRENCH FOR NO REASON

You have been warned

The Manor was quiet for once, but that wouldn't last. You quickly kissed your boyfriend before quickly leaving his room and letting him rest. Today was an important day, at least for you and Jason. You just hoped this day wasn't going to waste. After making sure the halls were clear you walked into Jason's old room and grabbed the green soccer shirt on his bed. You checked the clock on his nightstand noticing you only had twenty minutes before the game started. Tim wouldn't wake up anytime soon so there was no need to worry about him, but Damian and Bruce were light sleepers and Dick was probably already up watching cartoons in the living room.

You ran downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed an f/f and prepared something to drink.

"Is it game day Miss y/n?" Alfred asked you when he noticed you in the kitchen.

"Yup," you answered. "I'm just waiting for Jay to show up."

"Should I prepare some snacks then?"

"Nah, we'll be fine. But Dick might need some comfort food after we shut off his cartoons. Probably frosted flakes."

"Of course, should I see if Master Jason is here?"

"Thanks, Alfie but I got it." you took your drink and sprinted to the front door and right on time. The minute you opened the door you crashed into what seemed a brick wall.

"Ow fuck," you said rubbing your nose.

"Language prinsesa," Jason said holding you up by your shoulders.

"Whatevs hurry up the game starts in five minutes," you said pulling him inside. He let you drag him to the living room while you assured him that Bruce wouldn't mind him being in the Manor.

"Oh and also Dick is up and watching reruns of looney tunes."

"I'll deal with that."

The minute you entered the living all you heard was, "scuse you golden boy!" and then Dick flew off the couch.

"What the hell Jason?!?!? Y/n! Jason pushed me!" he whined.

You looked at him then at the tv. "As much as I love you, Dick, soccer is my first love and Tim is my second, you, on the other hand, are my third," you said jumping onto the couch. Dick sat on the floor in distress. His cartoons...

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"We're five minutes in and EVERYONE IS ALREADY PLAYING DIRTY?!?!?"

"Shhh, you're going to wake everyone up."

You hit Jason on the arm and leaned back into the couch. "So what?"

"Shut up and watch the game," Jay said covering your mouth his hand. You sighed and watched the game silently.

Dick sat down next to you holding a bowl of cereal in hands looking at the tv confused. "What's the deal anyway? It's just soccer."

"Just soccer?" you began, "its a way of life! Soccer unites people in the craziest times! Didn't you hear that when Mexico won against Germany there was a man-made earthquake in Mexico City?"