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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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Danny, on the run from the GIW decides to take shelter in Gotham because if the GIW have any sense they'd never set foot in there.

Even if Batman and the JL agree with thier opinion on ecto entities (as evidenced by their lack of speaking out against the anti-ecto acts) Batman was notoriously territorial and would have issue with a wildly incompetent government organization throwing missiles around his city all willy-nilly.

With that being said it was probably best for Danny to wear a disguise. Sure, they didn't know Fenton and Phantom were the same person yet but Danny Fenton suddenly turning up in Gotham after going missing in Amity is certainly going to raise some eyebrows regardless of the necklace he had that jammed his ecto-signature and made him untrackable.

Danny started off by going blond. Its something he's always wanted to do and now with ghostly shape-shifting powers he doesn't even have to worry about frying his hair or dying his eyebrows to match. After that all he needed to do was part his hair down the middle, add a lip ring or two and maybe a bit of make up.

Danny stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like a completely different person.

A completely different and very attractive person. He looked good. The newly blond man threw on a green jacket and went out to explore the town. He did not expect to literally bump into the Tim Drake. The Wayne adoptee just stood there mouth opening and closing comically. Did he offend him? Crap. He had promised Jazz he would stay off of the radar of the Waynes and the bats specifically and here he was angering one of them.

Danny decided to book it before it became a scene, ignoring the lovestruck Tim's crys for him to wait.

Back at his apartment Danny quickly changed his look to red hair tied back into a two inch low ponytail, green eyes and freckles that unbeknownst to anyone else was made up from the lesser known constellations.

The coffee at this Cafe smelled amazing! Too bad Danny wouldn't get to try it because the next this he knew freaking Red Hood was behind him asking to talk. Our favorite ghost boy wouldn't be embarrassed to admit he let out a small squeek before bolting out the door yelling, "I'm not even a criminal!"

It took Jason a few seconds to process that the guy he had tried to flirt with ran away in terror. Crap.

Day three and four were blissfully Wayne and bat free, though he did find out that Tim Drake and Red Hood were looking for his two false identities. Joy.

Day five he met the stabby Robin who very valiantly beat up two people who had been following him. Danny didn't even notice he was being followed and thanked the bird for saving him. Danny, who was shape-shifted into a very pretty girl at the moment, offered to buy him something to eat as a thank you. "Danielle" insisted and Robin allowed it. Danielle never noticed the slight pink on Damians cheeks as they went over to one of Damians favorite restaurants.

Day seven he had went out as blondie and got confronted by some girl named Barbara. She was nice and managed to convince him to come to a Cafe with her. He told her his name was David and he ran away from his parents with the help of one of his friends family members and that he was Jewish, which was true...except for the David part. He learned that if you wanna keep your story straight keeping to almost truths was your best bet. She in turn told him about Tim and how he's a friend of hers-uh oh- and that he's been looking all over for him.

Danny-David- tells her he's sorry but he didn't mean to offend Tim and doesn't want any trouble before laying down enough money to cover his half of the bill and the tip and booking it out of there

This repeats with most of the family trying to flirt with him or adopt him into the family when he's out as Danny.

Bruce Wayne approached Danny when he was waiting to board an elevator, "Hel-" was all the billionaire could get out before Danny cut him off "Hell no." And then he just got in the elevator and pressed the close doors button and was gone again.

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jasonswh0rre · 1 month

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The Psychological Analysis of Jason Todd

I am a psych major, and my professor is allowing us to make an analysis of any character of our choice, so I figured who better to write then Jason Todd. This was very fun to write and I very much enjoyed rewatching Batman: Arkham Knight. Please enjoy. ☁️ Warning(s): Trigger Warning for Trauma, Mental Health Content, Violence, Graphic Imagery, Spoiler(s)☁️ Word Count: 2.6k ☁️: Authors Note: I am working on fanfics, more headcanons for Arkham Jason, unfortunately I am busy with classes, assignments and deadlines. I will try to be punctual but it may take time. Thank you for your understanding.

Introduction

Jason Todd is the secondary villain in Batman: Arkham Knight, which has the same moniker. He is the second Robin and Bruce Wayne's adoptive son.

Jason Peter Todd was born in the slums of Gotham City to two drug-addicted parents, who would eventually try to settle a debt they had by giving Jason away when he was a baby. Jason received no parental figure to help guide him, leading him to petty crimes such as theft to nourish his survival. Jason is a character who takes what he needs if it means prolonging his survival; his lack of a parental figure leads him to an identity crisis between longing for a parental figure and convincing himself he is better off without one. When the simple truth is that every human needs a mother and a father, we respond positively to a nurturing environment, and through early adolescence, our brains crave the structure needed to build us into well-rounded adults.

At fifteen, Jason inadvertently met Batman while committing robbery when Batman was fighting Gotham's notorious supervillain, The Joker. Believing Batman is in trouble, Jason jumps between pushing the hero from harm's way. Despite life's misfortunes, Jason possesses a remarkable code of morality enough to want to save someone. Jason, attempting to rid Joker of his breath, aims a pistol at the clown and, before firing, is knocked out of his hands by Batman's batarang. Unfortunately for him, Joker would leave Jason with a cryptic message, one for the young man to head.

Jason would later be apprehended and taken into custody in the back of a police car by Batman after Batman retrieved his gun and stolen money. However, rather than being charged, Jason receives a blessing through a Wayne Industries project that helped troubled teens; through the program, Jason was able to turn his life around. All attract the man who helped Jason find a new purpose: Bruce Wayne. Months after being released, Batman appeared in Jason's dorm, again offering Jason another opportunity.

2nd Robin and Kidnapping

Taking Jason in as his ward as well as dubbing him Robin after Dick Grayson, Jason sought justice and enjoyed being a hero. Like the previous Robin, he showed a keen aptitude for it; unlike his predecessor, he possessed a fiery temper and willingness for more lethal force. While Jason's temper is directed towards the criminals that harm the innocents, Batman views this as inexcusable, fearing the day that Jason will kill instead of reprimanding.

In the most twisted sense of irony, Jason's morality inevitably becomes his downfall. The Joker has blown up a school with kindergarteners; this leads to Jason's resolve that Joker needs to die. Knowing that Bruce would try to stop him, Jason abandons his comms and tracker so he can kill Joker. However, it is a trap, and Joker ambushes Jason. Jason was kept in a wheelchair, bonded by barbed wire that kept Jason leaning hunched over in excruciating pain. Throughout his pain, Jason's mind remained still; he was confident that Batman would find him; his sheer will at the beginning of his torture is, with all honesty, remarkable as Joker has been known for his mental abuse and mind games he plays with his victims including his sidekick, Harley Quinn.

In the six months of his torture, Jason's unwavering mental resolve was slowly crippling as Joker had wanted; throughout the game, Jason's voice mixed with crippling fear and small doubts about Batman coming. The Joker feeds into his doubts by showing him a photo of Batman with his replacement, Tim Drake. This leaves Jason troubled as he slowly loses hope for Batman.

The last act of Jason's torture involved a video sent to Batman via The Joker of Jason, who has undergone all his brainwashing; in the video, Jason is sitting down in a chair; he is not chained, barbed, handcuffed, or kept sitting still in any way by all means Jason could easily walk away. This is a significant and crucial part of Jason's torture as it symbolizes just how much mental anguish and emotional exhaustion Jason went through to the point that he no longer had a yearning for freedom—making him downright timid and submissive towards Joker enough to out Batman's identity when asked by the latter. This results in Joker shooting Jason point-blank in the chest, as Joker "never could stand a tattletale." However, this was only a ploy to make Batman believe Jason is genuinely dead.

On the contrary, Jason was kept alive for another year, endeavoring more torture, mistreatment, and malnourishment. Harley Quinn did the final touches of Jason's emotional and mental brainwashing; a former psychiatrist who manipulated Jason into believing that Batman was the cause of his anguish and his pain was his doing; she did this long enough, even punishing Jason by waterboarding him and electrocuting him when he refused to say Batman, indicating he still had some level of awareness of who was torturing him.

However, once Harley could get Jason to say Batman's name, Jason was drugged and beaten by two prisoners dressed like Batman; he was given a gun by The Joker and was ordered to kill them. Jason's resolve and humanity were a cord, still entrenched in him before Harley convinced him further, snapping his humanity and getting him to shoot the two dressed-up prisoners dead.

During the riots of Arkham Asylum, The Joker paid mercenary Deathstroke to keep Jason there and shoot him if he escaped. However, Jason convinces Deathstroke that Joker will not keep his promise and that if he helps, Jason will triple whatever Joker plans to pay. Accepting the offer, Deathstroke assists Jason in escaping, stealing a helicopter, and flying to Wayne Industries. Jason steals millions of dollars from his former guardian. Ironically, crossing paths with Tim Drake, who assumes Todd to be Deathstroke's sidekick, when Jason's ankle is caught between Tim's grappling hook, Jason cuts the cord, allowing Tim to fall when suggested by Deathstroke that killing Robin would bode well for them with the Dark Knight. Jason Coldy says that if he dies in a fall like that, Batman needs to pick his sidekicks better.

Jason's psyche has been torn and scattered, leaving him a hollowed carving with a mocking J branding etched onto his face, from birth his eyes were already met with darkness, born to parents who never showed him recognition, let alone love, and through the Wayne Industries Project and his adoption by Bruce his eyes were wide, and remarkably hopeful, to be free of the weight of Gotham's misfortunes finally; those eyes that looked with gleam forced shut until he saw nothing but blackness.

Arkham Knight's Birth

Jason adopts a new persona built on the pain and suffering in the wake of his escape from Joker. He feels betrayed by the one person he only had in the world and wants vengeance. Jason works alongside Scarecrow, one of Batman's enemies. The two begin a plan on Halloween to take Gotham and Batman's legacy along with it. Jason gathers all Batman's enemies to join, assembling a militia with Deathstroke. While working with each other, Scarecrow "tests" his fear toxin on the young man, sending him on a psychological spiral. One of his more apparent fears is the Joker, who can be found near, in the background, or standing right in front of him laughing and mocking him, but beyond the clown prince of crime's appearance, Jason also sees his replacement, Tim Drake, and "fights" him.

The fight has Jason severely outnumbered in the beginning, with Tim succeeding, even using his staff to choke Jason, forcing him to the ground as the Jokers around him laugh. Further into the fear toxin, Jason appears in front of Wayne Manor, where he throws down his helmet and says the following: "Someplace warm, someplace safe, someplace where I'm needed, someplace where I'm loved," Joker once again appears in front of him laughing and mocking him on whether he even deserves it, this is Jason's internal struggle in a manifested form of the person who caused him harm, of the person who convinced him from the start that he was alone and would not be saved. Jason is mischaracterized as always being angry or standoffish, but anger has more truth than any lie detector can scoop. Jason feels this anger is not just because of some personality trait; anger is his cry out, and he's shouting to be seen and loved. This is most likely due to being tortured at 15 or so, which, despite the fact that at the time of Arkham Knight, he was in his early 20s, his mental age was regressed to the age when he was captured. This makes Jason appear at first glance as someone emotional, cocky, and arrogant. He values safety and love; he doesn't want to be on his guard 24/7, but he's grown up in an environment where letting your guard down gets you killed. He follows Joker into Wayne Manor, where he sees Bruce; suddenly, several versions of Batman appear in the room. They beat him and told him they never wanted a partner or even a son. This is a conflict that has always waged war in Jason's mind. Jason's biological father attempted to give him up and then belittled him when he explained that Jason's worth was so low that he couldn't even leave him; he has low self-esteem that he internalizes into rage in the way that he fights to prove his strength.

This is why Jason has a strong attachment to Bruce/Batman it maybe due to an underlying desire to seek his approval especially by the time when he adopts him. Bruce gives him everything he could ask for and anything he could think of, and Batman gives him a purpose. Ironically, this is still the case despite Bruce himself having an avoidant attachment style.

Conclusion and Diagnosis

Jason Todd's character in "Batman: Arkham Knight" exhibits a complex interplay of psychological factors that align with the diagnostic criteria for Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). One prominent feature of BPD is emotional dysregulation, characterized by intense and rapidly shifting emotions. Jason displays various emotions throughout the game, from anger and hostility to vulnerability and despair. His reactions often appear exaggerated or disproportionate to the situation, indicating difficulty regulating his emotional responses.

Furthermore, Jason's sense of identity is notably unstable, which is another hallmark feature of BPD. Having grown up in a dysfunctional environment with absent parents, Jason lacks a stable sense of self and struggles to define his identity. This is evident in his adoption of various personas, including Robin, the Arkham Knight, and, later, the Red Hood. His shifting identities reflect a profound inner conflict and a desperate search for validation and purpose. Jason's interpersonal relationships also reflect the interpersonal instability characteristic of BPD. He forms intense and unstable attachments to figures such as Batman, vacillating between admiration and resentment. His interactions with other characters are marked by rapid shifts in perception, alternating between idealization and devaluation. For example, while Jason initially idolizes Batman as a mentor and father figure, his feelings of betrayal and abandonment lead to resentment and hostility towards him.

Moreover, Jason exhibits self-destructive behaviors as a coping mechanism for his emotional pain, another hallmark of BPD. He engages in reckless actions, disregarding his safety to seek vengeance against those he perceives as enemies. His confrontations with adversaries are often fueled by a desire for self-assertion and control, masking more profound feelings of emptiness and despair.

Underlying Jason's behaviors is a pervasive fear of abandonment, stemming from his traumatic upbringing and experiences of betrayal. This fear drives his desperate attempts to maintain connections with others, even as he pushes them away with his volatile and unpredictable behavior. Jason's fear of abandonment manifests in his interactions with Batman and the Bat family, where he oscillates between seeking their approval and rejecting their authority.

Jason Todd's character in "Batman: Arkham Knight" embodies many of the core features of Borderline Personality Disorder, including emotional dysregulation, identity disturbance, interpersonal instability, self-destructive behaviors, and a fear of abandonment. By analyzing his actions, relationships, and psychological struggles within the context of the game's narrative, it becomes apparent that Jason's character aligns closely with the diagnostic criteria for BPD, providing a compelling framework for understanding his complex and multifaceted personality.

Besides indicating various symptoms of BPD, I would also consider diagnosing Jason with Complex Post post-traumatic stress Disorder (C-PTSD). Given Jason's background of severe trauma, including childhood abuse, neglect, and prolonged torture at the hands of the Joker, it's worth considering Complex PTSD. C-PTSD typically develops in response to chronic trauma and is characterized by symptoms such as emotional dysregulation, disturbed self-concept, difficulties in relationships, and a persistent sense of threat. I would include diagnosing Jason with Major Depressive Disorder (MDD): Jason's experiences of profound loss, trauma, and betrayal may contribute to symptoms of depression, such as feelings of hopelessness, worthlessness, and a loss of interest in activities. His struggles with emotional regulation and chronic feelings of emptiness could also align with depressive symptoms. Following my diagnosis, I am also inclined to believe he suffers from attachment disorders; given Jason's tumultuous upbringing and experiences and a multitude of parental figures involving neglect and abandonment, it's possible that he may have developed attachment-related difficulties. This could manifest in insecure attachment styles, fear of abandonment, and challenges in forming and maintaining healthy relationships.

Furthermore, I would consider Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD): While Jason displays empathy and compassion at times, his willingness to engage in morally questionable or violent behavior, as well as his disregard for societal norms and rules, may align with some features of ASPD. However, his capacity for genuine care and loyalty makes this disorder out of sorts with his character.

Lastly, Post-Traumatic Embitterment Disorder (PTED): PTED is a proposed diagnostic category characterized by intense feelings of injustice, betrayal, and embitterment following a traumatic event or series of events. Jason's experiences of betrayal and abandonment, particularly by Batman and the Joker, may resonate with the symptoms of PTED.

In conclusion, the character of Jason Todd in "Batman: Arkham Knight" presents a compelling portrayal of psychological complexity shaped by a tumultuous history of trauma, betrayal, and profound loss. Through a comprehensive analysis of his experiences and behaviors throughout the game, it becomes evident that Jason embodies many psychological struggles, warranting consideration for various diagnostic possibilities. Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) emerges as a primary candidate, given Jason's emotional volatility, identity disturbances, and interpersonal difficulties. His tumultuous relationships, intense fear of abandonment, and self-destructive tendencies align closely with the diagnostic criteria for BPD. Furthermore, Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (C-PTSD) offers another lens through which to understand Jason's psychological profile, considering his history of chronic trauma and its pervasive impact on his functioning.

Additionally, Major Depressive Disorder (MDD) may contribute to Jason's experiences of profound despair, hopelessness, and emotional emptiness. His struggles with attachment-related difficulties suggest the possibility of underlying attachment disorders stemming from his early experiences of neglect and abandonment.

While Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD) and Post-Traumatic Embitterment Disorder (PTED) offer alternative perspectives, they may not fully capture the complexity of Jason's character, given his capacity for empathy and genuine care, despite his propensity for morally questionable behavior.

In essence, Jason Todd's character in "Batman: Arkham Knight" is a poignant exploration of the human psyche's intricacies, illustrating the profound impact of trauma on identity, relationships, and emotional well-being. By delving into his psychological struggles within the context of the game's narrative, we gain valuable insights into the complexities of mental health and the enduring resilience of the human spirit.

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hanasnx · 4 months

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more of brucie,

19yo gf and him going out to the iceberg lounge for what gf thinks is a romantic date bcos she doesn’t even realize what a criminal wasteland it really is but it’s really for batman to spy on the penguin .

19yo gf seeing bruises on bruce’s back and asking him what had happened and he sends her away and dismisses her ab it

bat signal lighting up when gf is sooooo close to getting in bruce’s pants

-🍓

he says "let me go grab us some drinks :)" and slips away to listen in at cobblepot's door and when he gets caught he stupidly goes "i was looking for the bathroom 😅"

he dismisses her saying that he's so clumsy he was reading the newspaper and took a tumble down the stairs, luckily! he's taken martial arts, and knew to tuck and roll just like his sensei taught him 😎

ok now the bat signal thing had me gasping bcos i imagine bruce is dating you this young because of the controversy and not because of attraction. he can recognize you're attractive, and that you have control of your own body and can choose to sleep with who you want. he certainly doesn't blame you for coming onto him when he's been on you so strongly, and you two are famously dating after all. there's no shame in sleeping together. however, for him, he's held back. whether it be principle or whatever, he doesn't find young pussy as appealing as some people. he likes women his age, and that's not to say he doesnt't think you're sexy or that somehow your age does you a disservice in the bedroom, but it's too real. sleeping with you after using you to get ahead as batman takes it one step too far for him. he was kinda hoping to be done when everything blows over on batman's end, or that you'd break up with him so he could get in on the juicy heartbreak scandal on the tabloids.

sleeping with you after using you as a tool doesn't sit right with him. which is one the reasons he's always rushing you out, i think that's kind of the point i wanted to make with that 19 year old reader "au" so to speak.

so it's kinda hot to me that you've gotten him to the point where he's considering it. a catalyst has occurred to where he can set aside that past principle (though he is famously stubborn so i haven't devised the catalyst).

you're draped on him, hand stroking his thigh, fingers brushing the bulge in his pants, telling him, "it's alright, i get shy, too." and he's thinking about pulling you on is lap to ride him and he sees the signal from the window and remembers his principles, effectively blue-balling you again. you prolly try to pick a fight with him because youre a fresh adult basically and dont know a lot but he doesnt have time for you because he has to get you out of here so he can go.

for the most part, i highly doubt he ever lets himself be alone with you. it's always in public spaces, or someone else is around like alfred

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon: 🍓#ch: bruce #bruce wayne prompt #nineteen year old!reader #tw age gap

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saphushia · 4 months

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do you have any fic recs for dp/dc? ive been interested in reading good ones but its kinda hard to shuffle thru them all.

oh fuck yeah you know i do. i'm just gonna make a list of good ones until i get bored or tired lets see how long this gets lmao

also personal preference wise i'm not big on the danny-gets-adopted fics so u gotta ask someone else if u want recs of those ones lmao

⭐= my absolute favorites all fics are gen unless a ship is listed make sure u check fic tags for CWs b4 reading 👍

=ONESHOTS=

⭐It all Started at a Convention tim meets danny at a tech convention and they have a surprisingly nice afternoon together. and then tim comes to a realization about some things danny said...

A Monsterous Kind of Love [tim/danny] tim's a vampire. danny's a full ghost. tim gets to kill a few hunters in a frenzied rage to keep danny safe. as a treat <3

You've Got My Heart (I've Got Your Soul) [tim/tucker] congrats tim! you met your soulmate! why's he trying to kill you. hm. maybe you fucked up, buddy

Of loss, longing and long duration. [danny/bruce] of danny falling in love with bruce, breaking up with bruce, and proceeding to still be adored by all bruce's kids, past and present.

You Are a Monster (But So Am I) [danny/duke] duke's not a monster fucker- he's not! he swears! it's just this one, specific, really pretty eldritch snow monster-

If I had a nickel for every billionaire that tried to kidnap me, I’d have two nickels- which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice bruce is very tired. it's not his fault he accidentally kidnapped some teenager. aka danny's very bad wierd and stressful afternoon.

=ONGOING=

If You Give a Bat a Burger danny's just trying to lay low while keeping gotham's spirit infestation under control- of course nothing ever is simple for him. meanwhile, the bats all have their hands full with what seem to be unconnected cases, but nothing's ever simple for them either.

Rooftop Express [danny/jason] danny is bored and starts his own version of doordash in gotham. red hood keeps putting in orders so he can see the cute delivery boy <3 what do you mean he's a halfa

⭐Bus to Nowhere danny's adventures being a homeless teen in gotham on the run from his parents and the GIW. he's called dumpster tommy now, and he can't seem to stop befriending criminal and attracting vigilantes desperate to help him

An Interesting Family Tree [danny/tim] danny left the league of assassins years ago, but he can't seem to keep his nose out of it when he finds out red robin's being targeted by them. (canon divergence of tim's search for bruce in the red robin comics, where danny joins him. don't need to read the comic to read the fic)

⭐Grave Promises after an identity reveal gone wrong, danny has no one to turn to. no one, except, maybe, the hero who got stuck in the ghost zone years ago, who became danny's friend, danny's mentor, before they finally got him returned to his timeline. nightwing.

Our Empty Graves [jason/danny] danny, mute, injured, and on the run, is saved from a tight spot by red hood. he quickly becomes jason's problem, and jason makes the mistake of becoming endeared to this snarky shit.

Night Circus [dick/danny] dick hits it off with danny, a circus performer who just came to gotham. dick's thrilled- aside from the fact that circus gothica seems to be connected to the string of robberies that's suddenly hit gotham, and the bizarre thief dressed like the grim reaper...

Secretary Danny danny accidentally gets himself hired as the personal secretary of tim drake, wayne industries CEO. he's surprisingly ok with this, actually. and he's scarily good at it.

ok it's late i need to go eepies now have funnnn <3

#fic rec #answers #dcdp #anonymous #i have too much time to trawl thru fics lmao #<- guy who regularly just. goes thru every single page of fics when they get into a new fandom

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littledead-ridinghood · 10 months

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I have personal beef with Lobdell's "hence the name, Red Hood" panel when Jason picks up that poor, abused dog in RH:O. Which logically I know is an off the cuff joke but 1. Lobdell likes to simplify Jason and his motives all the time (which he could’ve been doing here) 2. I’ve seen a lot of people say they don’t get why/the connection/deeper meaning/etc. Jason picked his name or 3. people who want Jason to drop RH & pick up a new vigilante identity without (or before) Jason getting his full circle closure

(First: can Jason please have a companion again. And can they be given a real name this time? Not Lobdell’s lazy out? Give that man another dog or fuxk, let him pick up a cat that was abandoned in the rain. Please???)

anyway, main attraction:

Within that spread, Scott Lobdell wrote that Jason picked the name because he's awful at naming things and went with the most basic, obvious choice, Red Hood. This is an incredible disservice to why Jason chose to take his mantle specifically.

Imagine you're Batman, a fledgling vigilante who abides by a strict no-kill moral code. It's your first or so year manning the streets of a massive, corrupt city--Gotham--and you still aren't fully sure of what you're doing. The criminal underworld still isn't even convinced you're real. One of the first big cases you bust, a man who calls himself the Red Hood, dies. you play accomplice to the man falling into a vat of chemicals even as you try to save him. He dies. You killed a man due to your own mistakes.

But you didn't. Not really.

The man comes back under a new name--the Joker--and becomes one of your most prominent enemies. The guilt eats you alive. You dub him your greatest failure. The guilt complex and strengthened moral platitudes refuse to let him die, let alone kill the man. Only "saving him" will relieve you of the grief. Your guilt, your grief, God, your god complex, something is too big for you to admit you can't save everyone including the problems you inadvertently create.

You take in a boy, a ward--Dick Grayson--because the city won’t let a single bachelor like Brucie Wayne adopt him. You’re his brother, you’re his spandex-wearing partner, you’re not his father (he has a father, he doesn’t want you to be his father) but you’re also not not his father; it’s complicated. You didn't want him to turn into you and he creates his own mantle--Robin--to honor his parents.

You and him are partners for many years--Batman and Robin: The Dynamic Duo. Until, one day, The Joker shoots him in the shoulder and he falls off a building on live TV. The city’s populace is upheaved, believing Robin is dead. Demanding Batman be held responsible for his negligence, for even having a underaged partner in the first place. You agree. The field is no place for a child, you decide to keep him so. Robin, the child, is dead, killed by the Joker. Dick Grayson, now a man, is alive and blazing his own trail--Nightwing.

So one child-to-man moves on. And one stays behind. Weeks, months, pass and, you refuse to admit it, you're lonely.

You find another boy--Jason Todd (found in the same location and on the anniversary your parents were murdered in the part of town you only visit once a year)--stealing your tires. Not Bruce Wayne's tires. Batman's tires. He makes you laugh, audaciously so. He takes you down with a tire jack and, God, he’s fast and feisty. (He thought you were going to kill him. You don’t loiter on the thought: it makes your stomach turn). You track him down to retrieve your tires. He tells you he doesn't want to be a criminal, he takes what he needs to survive. He's starving.

You try to stay out of it (all you do is check what happened to his missing dad--murdered--and sick mom--heroin was what got her in the end). You push him towards education. He doesn't trust the cops. He doesn't trust the system. He doesn't trust adults. He hardly trusts you. He tells you about a case, that the school is bad, but believes you only half listen--brush him off like every other person in his life. You follow up. He follows up.

You ask him to be Robin. He accepts.

Later, you adopt him.

Dick's mad at you for giving away his title without asking, to a child nonetheless. (“You said the field was no place for a child!”) You snap at him, say you missed him. (You keep telling Gordan that Jason's no child. That he's seen too much, is more experienced than either of them combined. You don't say this to Dick).

He leaves but he gives Jason his number and his blessing. The kid's torn up about it, you can tell (see the doubt eat him alive of if he should be wearing those colors. Your butler? Your father?--Alfred--tells you to stop comparing the boys--good or not).

That doubt sticks with him. That past experience sticks with him. He urges you to help the poorer parts of the city, especially the places where Batman only visits once a year (The first time he goes back after getting Jason isn’t as bad as all the times before). He fights for his people. He’s tied to Gotham in ways you aren’t. Sees things you don’t. Knows things you don’t. People who can’t stand you, love him.

You keep hearing him crying over his dead mother and watch him lose it against rapists. He advocated for the woman that killed the man who murdered 12 women including her sister even though Batman and Robin aren’t supposed to endorse extra judicial work like that. He breaks a man’s collarbone for taking pictures of naked children. He thinks the “Dress-ups” won’t ever stop because Batman’s only weapon is fear and they aren’t afraid. He once said life’s a game. Monopoly, Bruce assumes he means.

Drugs are easier than rape to catch a man on, and the boy is furious that the perpetrator is only being sent back to his home country. ("he'll just hurt the women over there! He won't stop!" He's in hysterics).

A young woman is dead. The boy found her body. A man falls to his death a man is pushed to his death is dead. The boy was the last one to be with him. You bench him, but you forget that you asked him to be Robin first and a son second.

He runs away. A birth mom--Shelia Haywood, you eventually learn. He's missing. It has to wait. The Joker's out again. You have to prevent your greatest failure from becoming bigger. (He shot Barbara earlier this year)

You leave the boy with his birth mom by the warehouse. You have to go after the Joker. The Joker has killed and killed and killed. Will continue to kill. The boy is dead. He killed the boy. The mother says he was good. He's nothing more than broken bones and mangled limbs. She's...not.

Your greatest failure murdered your boy. His body’s already getting cold when you find hi—the body. The corpse. You hold it. Because it’s an it now, not a him.

You go after the Joker. The pilot is shot. You don't try to kill the Joker, but you don't bring him with you as you jump. The helicopter crashes. You don't even think he's dead; unresolved as per usual.

You failed to protect him. You failed. And he’s dead.

Superman pulls you from the ocean.

You go home and Alfred meets you once you get off the plane. He tells you it's not your fault, the boy had it coming. The murdered boy--a Good Solider, buried next to his bio-mother in Gotham Cemetery--is dubbed your new biggest failure.

Dick's in space and would miss the funeral, so you decide instead to not tell him there was a funeral at all. At least someone will still think Jason’s alive. At least someone will keep Jason alive through their belief. It’s not like Dick’ll find out. They weren’t that close anyway (Dick & Jason or you & him?)

When Dick does eventually find out, because of course he obviously does, he's furious. It's the first time you punch your first Robin. (You don't know it yet, but it won't be the last time, not for Dick and not for some other so-called family members.)

Robin is dead. Far deader than Dick Grayson ever was. He did it to himself. He thought it was a game. Dick doesn’t get it. He was better. He was alive.

(You can’t admit he’s become your son out loud. Hardly even in your head. It’s fine. Dick is the same about your fatherhood. Like father, like son)

You blame it on Jason's death. It changed you. He changed you. It's his fault. Everyone follows suit.

You leave the Joker in a body cast for six months. He gets out again. Luckily you have a new Robin--Tim Drake. He's not Jason. You can see it in his eyes that he knows that's a good thing. Gotham doesn’t even know the second one is dead. They believe Tim’s second one. Gordan even asked if he’s finally hit his growth spurt. 4’6 the death certificate said. That’s okay. No one needs to knows.

(Park Row Crime Alley knows. They know who’s theirs and who isn’t. Batman and Robin aren’t welcomed down there anymore)

(The first anniversary you visit your parents yours and his first meeting spot after Jason’s death feels like Ethiopia all over again)

A blonde girl is Robin now--Stephanie Brown. You tell her she's like Jason. She can tell you mean it as a bad thing but never processes it through her mind. You're trying to lure Tim back. A city-wide gang war wrecks Gotham. She's dead. Tortured by Black Mask and died on the operation table.

There's talk around the underworld, unified under Black Mask, a new gang leader's been making waves for months. You just heard about him tonight (a duffle bag full of heads told you): The Red Hood. You know that name. It’s a punch to the gut. Your first failure.

(“You’re getting slow, old man!)

He did what you've been trying to do for years in a matter of weeks: He overtook the entire Gotham underworld. He’s running circles around everyone. He pits you against the underground, keeps you busy, and he gets what he needs to be done Scot-Free. You hardly ever see him around. Only when he wants you to see him, do you. You don’t like things you aren’t in control of.

He doesn't want anyone dealing to kids. He likes bombs, but they're contained. Implosions, not explosions. He kills and is on par with Batman himself (he cut himself free of your line). Red Hood hangs around Crime Alley ("Park Row!" Jason would always respond), but no one there will rat him out to The Batman. They won't talk to you. Some of them even seem to...like having the Red Hood around.

He’s managed to bring down the crime rate of the entire city. Somehow.

It's raining. You can't tell. Jason's alive.

Jason's. Alive.

Jason'salivejason'salivejason'salivejason'salivejason'saliveason'salivejason'sal--

Jason's alive.

And he's killing people. And he's spitting in the face of your "sanctimonious" moral code. He laughed at you when he murdered someone in front of you. ("Just be happy I only killed the Nazi!") You tell him he doesn't get it. He responds the same.

(“You can't stop crime," he says along the lines of "Not with fear. But me...I'm controlling it.")

Jason's never had enough fear.

And now he's crying with a gun to his murderer's head. He says he’s not talking about the other rogues, just him. Just the Joker. He throws you a gun. You won't do it--can't do it. You need to save the Joker. To prove that you can. You need to save Jason. To show him this isn't the way. You can't have any more failures.

(“He took me from you!”)

Jason's going to do it himself, he says. "If you want to stop me, you're going to have to shoot me. Right in the face."

You can't let anyone die. You can't let the Joker die. It's your mission. There's so much blood. The batarang had to have had to knick the carotid artery in his neck. No one could survive it. The Joker is cackling with glee. You hear it in the walls of your skull. The bomb goes off. You don’t hear that at all.

Oh God. You killed your so—

You’re still gone, you think

You see Jason on patrol sometimes. High collar and still branding himself as Red Hood. There’s a red bat on his chest now. You don’t think it’s a compliment. The East End loves him. Jason still can't let the Joker go. Can’t—won’t move on.

Not till he's dead he says.

Take a moment to imagine yourself as a fledgling vigilante--Batman.

— — —

Anyway my meta turned into a 2nd POV fic????? but like that's not the point. The point is: That’s the impact of why Jason chose the name he did. It’s important to me that you all recognize these full-circle story beats. Do you see my vision?

Jason planned everything when he made his big debut. You don't think that dramatic-ass bastard thought about the name? Jason is mocking Bruce: both his fears and failures as a vigilante.

But that throwaway line is one of those really minor details that really bug me because it's so easy to throw out a panel and say “Jason's bad at naming things Haha" It's much harder to commit to "show, not tell" where writers have to trust their readers to get between the lines and figure out long-term connections.

As well as it's just another way Lobdell undermines Jason's goals in UtRH by saying "He couldn't think of anything else" compared to Winick's Jason who is laughing and mocking Bruce by taking up the mantle of Red Hood. Showing he's not afraid of what happened to him. Spitting in the face of the world that burned him and yelling “I’m still here!” Owning it. He's not afraid of Bruce. And he's definitely not afraid of the Joker.

I want Jason to get a new identity one day too but to do so before Jason ever gets his joker closure cuts his story short. (Which is a creative way of saying it’s never gonna happen unfortunately). I think if he gets one before he finishes the story and closes the cycle, it would be the final nail in the “Jason’s a batfamily member” coffin as it would probably be written as “Jason seeing the error of his ways” rather than for himself moving on to heal for himself.

#bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #jason todd meta #the joker #sorry I got carried away. it will happen again #I'm literally gonna be sick it makes me so angry #i merged pre and post-crisis together and y'all are going to enjoy it God Damn It #Me? Posting commentary again? In this economy? it's more likely than you think

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loosingmoreletters · 4 months

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For the ask game Ghostbat, 37

I barely go here anymore babe, you’ll have to excuse the characterizations.

meeting in prison au

Bruce Wayne’s parents die. He copes with it and everything else that happens to him in the next decade as well as one would expect for the richest orphan in the world, pushed around by relatives with sharp teeth and greedy hands. Maybe, in some other world, there’d be someone who cares, but in this one, the Wayne and Kane names are not spoken kindly. Any cousins he has, are much older, distant, and more likely to tell Bruce to stay quiet and out of sight.

Bruce is pulled from school after the first fight he gets into over his parents’ death. It’s just until he’s learned to manage his grief a little better, until he’s fit for society again. He never returns and it suits him just fine. He occupies his days with self-studies in whatever matter interests him and remains unseen as is demanded.

The first real decision Bruce Wayne, all of nineteen, makes about his life, is taking a gun into his hand and shoot the man who ruined his life three times in the chest.

He does so in broad daylight, is caught on the spot, though the police doesn’t have to tackle him down, he’d already on the ground, heaving, throwing up over the gun. Erratic, the report will say later, not a practiced shooter. He isn’t, he’s fired the handgun he nicked from his uncle a hundred times in the forest behind the manor, practiced until perfection, for three shots that will have his parents’ murderer most certainly die a slow and agonizing death.

Poor Bruce Wayne, a fragile child presented only at the right occasions like expensive jewelry.

The sentence they give him is barely a slap on the wrist. After all, so proclaim the papers, what good son wouldn’t avenge their parents?

It should matter, Bruce thinks somewhere, that he perpetuated the same violence as the one that ruined him, ruins him still. It doesn’t matter to anyone, it just feels hollow.

It’s Gotham, they decide on a year in Arkham.

His mental health has never been great, his aunt proclaims in some interview, crying crocodile tears. We had to pull him from school because of it! We tried our best, but poor Bruce, he was hurting so much.

Bruce has no doubt that by the time he is released from Arkham, all of his assets will be seized. All the papers he had to sign to even get admitted, he knows exactly what freedoms he gave up. Bruce Wayne will no longer be of worth to anyone, and that suits him just fine.

It’s fine anyway, there’s no need to live beyond this.

The first month is surprisingly quiet for all that he now resides in Arkham. He supposes the doctors are still careful with him, paid to keep him docile and quiet. They’re probably happy that this criminally insane inmate never throws a fuss, isn’t anything like the freaks they keep downstairs. After all, Bruce Wayne really only got revenge. The motif is clear, his trigger as well. He’s a predictable patient, and the diagnosis they write on their little clipboards amount to nothing more than severe depression. The doses of depressants he’s prescribed is too high, and since nobody expects Bruce to act out, nobody checks if he actually takes them.

More often than not, his therapists end up telling Bruce how happy they are to speak to him instead of anyone downstairs. Bruce’s monotone behavior is well rewarded after the six-month mark, he gets a cellmate.

Anton smiles, flirts, charms, and never speaks of what sentence brought him here.

Bruce isn’t stupid, he figures that whatever it is, it isn’t what he’s actually here for. Anton is amusing in his own way, though Bruce supposes his own reactions to Anton’s flirting are the true entertainment to the other. It’s what you get when you raise yourself in isolation. Anton cracks a joke about attraction and Bruce replies with formula for dopamine.

“You’re smarter than you look,” Anton says one night, out of the blue.

“How’d you know?” Bruce asks in return, his eyes never straying from the page of the book he’s reading, thankful for the moonlight. He can read and keep up a conversation at a same time just fine. Could probably add a third task if he had anything else to occupy his hands with that wasn’t turning a page. Maybe he should ask the doctors to add some creative classes. Cooking would be fun, though he supposes the knives would be a challenge. It’s sad, he misses chemistry.

“The way you talk,” Anton answers.

Bruce doesn’t think there’s anything special about the way he talks. He’s blunt to a fault.

Why did you kill him?

He murdered my parents.

Did you plan this?

Obviously.

Are you taking this seriously at all, Mr. Wayne?

No, sir.

“I don’t say much.”

Nobody wants to listen to poor, orphan Bruce Wayne after all.

“And yet, if I were to ask you how to get to the bottom levels undetected, I’m sure you could tell me, probably open our door as well without anyone noticing.”

Bruce does look away from his page now and finds Anton staring at him with interest, a sincerity about his own character that Bruce hasn’t expected. Anton, Bruce thinks, beneath all his smiles, is angry in a way Bruce doesn’t have the energy or patience for anymore.

Don’t lose your heart, Master Wayne, Alfred said before he returned to England. Perhaps love would’ve suited Bruce better than endless anger.

“Is that what you’re actually here for?” Bruce asks instead.

“Mhm.” Anton leans back on his bed. He brags about his morning routine outside of Arkham, but he looks plenty pretty to Bruce even without. “My teacher sent me here with a little task. Said Gotham is the best place to practice.”

It’s Gotham, Bruce doesn’t really want to imagine what kind of task Anton has been sent here for.

“Do you want my help?” It’s easier to simply cut the chase.

“Maybe.” Anton tilts his head. “Do you want to get out of here?”

Bruce shrugs. He’s got nowhere better to be, really. “Are you offering a place to stay after?”

Anton grins and it’s more honest than any of his previous flirting, though Bruce supposes that wasn’t entirely for show either. “Oh, I’ve got a whole damn world for a brain like yours. Are you in?”

He holds out his hand.

#ghostbat #bruce wayne #minhkhoa khan #dc #batman #dc fanfic #prompts #eventualtoast #ask

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teecupangel · 8 months

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*Jumps through the window with a tea in hand* OK.. ok ok! I just read Desmond as Talia brother and now..... Desmond and Bruce! That's it! You will not tell me that Bruce looked at our crazy assassin and didn't have some sort of awakening! That's it! *puts the tea on the table and leaves through the sealing*

Here’s the Desmond is Talia’s twin brother idea for those curious.

Oh man, this could totally be part of the Desmond is Talia’s twin brother AU and Desmond is Bruce’s bisexual awakening. Hell, he might even try to shake it off and keep pushing the idea that he isn’t attracted to Desmond, he’s attracted to Talia and Desmond looks like Talia (it would be super funny if they were twins but Desmond still looks like Desmond and does not look that similar to Talia at all).

Talia noticed it, of course, and it’s just one more rivalry she has with her brother (which she’s winning!). Desmond isn’t blind, of course. He noticed that Bruce likes ‘like’ him but he ignores it because what else was he supposed to do in this situation? He has no interest in Bruce other than to see just how he would ‘grow up’ under the tutelage of the League of Assassins.

Until…

He became Batman.

And Desmond wasn’t going to lie. He found Batman hot in so many ways that really just showed just how fucked up the way he was raised… twice.

But Batman also annoys the hell out of him, most especially because of his no killing code so…

Desmond’s relationship with Bruce: Desmond is the kindest of the League members Bruce trained with and they have some kind of friendship.

Desmond’s relationship with Batman: Strained af. Reluctant allies most of the time but Batman spend most of his time trying to stop Desmond from killing a criminal. This usually ends in some kind of debate between them about just how much suffering and death a person needs to do for Batman to finally see they’re beyond saving and it even goes as far as Batman challenging the three tenets of Desmond’s Creed (which is slowly making its way to the League). Jokes on him because he still has the Bleeds’ memories of questioning the Creed and its tenets so Desmond doesn’t mind.

Of course, this does turn into some sort of weird love… tripod with Bruce in the middle and Talia, Desmond and Catwoman.

You know what would be funny? If Desmond doesn’t want to be part of any romantic entanglement and he knows his attraction to both Bruce (emotional) and Batman (physical) is dangerous but being Talia’s brother means he has the obligation not to suppport their relationship so he could annoy Talia so he goes “I ship Batman with Catwoman” even when he doesn’t really care.

Catwoman, on the other hand, finds Batman’s ‘romantic’ entanglement with the twins funny and ships Batman with Desmond because Desmond is nice to her (as one of the few rogue galleries that aren’t exactly in need of being assassinated. Plus,, she sees Desmond’s magpie tendencies as a kind of kinship with him).

Talia ships herself with Batman, of course, and the fact that there seemed to be some attraction between Batman and her brother is… more or less giving her complicated feelings.

Among the BatFamily, Jason is absolutely shipping Desmond with Bruce/Batman. Damien is torn between wanting his parents to find some common ground (and maybe more) and by the fact that he wants his uncle to be happy. The others want no part of it and just want to see the drama unfold while being worried about the damage it’ll have on Bruce if it does unfold.

Cass is raised by Desmond in this one so she may or may not be part of the Batfamily. Regardless, she would want her baba to be happy but… does it really have to be Batman?

#desmond al ghul au #ra’s just watching in the background #he ain’t getting in the middle of his children’s fighting #no good would ever come from that #he’d be like “good luck batman i’m out!”#desmond doesn’t want to be part of any entanglement #thank you #harley quinn thinks that stems from his own issues #damien be like “if they marry do i have to call uncle stepfather???”#assassin's creed #ask and answer #desmond miles #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #fic idea: batman #fic idea: crossover #batman

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adhdslugcrimes · 1 year

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Dick: a truth serum? Well it should burn up in his body, right?

Roy: no, apparently it's the only thing that doesn't get through his system fast.

Dick: well, what could he be hiding then? He's an open book, so it's a waste of a serum not even used to get our identities out of him.

Roy: well the bad guys had to have a reason, let's just go in.

In the room with Wally, Donna and Garth.

Dick: so, how are you feeling Wally?

Wally: weirder than normal, normally I'm used to my stomach feeling like it has butterflies when you two are around me but it feels worse then that... Oh my god, can't you guys just kill me now, I hate this!?

Roy: we'll unpack that later, might as well use this moment to get answers.

Wally: Roy please I'm begging you, don't make me say anything I'll get on my knees and plead please...

Roy: no, tell me you've been eating my lunch for six years like I know you have been. Tell me the truth Wally.

Wally: yes I have been, but not just yours I've been stealing Bruce's lunches from Alfred since I've been working with the league! You guys just have good food, and damnit Alfred can throw down on lasagna, Bruce doesn't deserve to just throwing away good food because it's not a burger or something! I hate this!

Dick: well,, at least food ain't going to waste... I guess I should tell Alfred to take Bruce off the good boy list lying about eating all his lunch and all...

Donna: well since we're getting closer here...

Wally: Don, please have mercy!

Donna: what happened to my moisturize body wash that always seems to go Missing after a mission? Hm, Wally?

Wally: I'm a speedster the wind ain't doing wonders for my skin, I replace it with news ones though so it's ours... I'm not ashamed about that one, you could have asked. I've also been using your shampoo too, Dick. My hair thanks you.

Garth: who else do you still from!?

Wally: Clark's pencils are really nice to write with, I've practiced with aunt Diana's lasso, and Oliver's bow, I've been taking groceries from lex's for months now, stoled dead shot's gun oil for an experiment and then been switching it out with unstable hair gel I've had from Dick's emo hair days, and I stolen a flash pencil from my 3rd grade teacher's good boys and girls prize drawer because she gave me Batman when all my school stuff was flash themed and Mrs. Birdbee knew I loved the flash when we wrote a paper about our heroes and I had to right a wrong.

Garth: we're harboring a criminal...

Wally: that's the less incriminating stuff I've done.

Garth: ... I don't need to know.

Dick: you've been stealing groceries? Are you doing ok, Wally?

Roy: ... But you still have that Batman pencil, I've seen you use it.

Wally: I'm doing well for myself I just cut out the middle man and let him grocery shop for me, and yes... I use that pencil to write when Bruce pisses me off... Technically that's a new pencil and my seventh Batman notebook.

Titans: fair.

Wally: can I go home now, please 🥺

Dick: uh sure after you answer me this.

Wally: please don't let me talk anymore!!

Dick: did you cheat in Monopoly.

Wally: ... No, you just suck at the game.

Dick: I do not! The serum must've wear off then.

Roy: Wally do you find us attractive.

Wally: yes. Every single day... I hate you guys —

Roy: good, we'll discuss a date later and sorry dude you just suck at the game.

Dick: I don't!

#dick grayson #wally west #roy harper #garth of shayeris #donna troy #birdflash #arsenalbirdflash #saw a TikTok a friend sent and i was inspired #wally lives a life of crime

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lazycats-stuff · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne x child! male reader

Summary: Bruce didn't think that hosting a gala would attract the criminals to crash his gala. Especially since it was a charity gala for a kids hospital. And he really didn't think that his youngest son would be taken.

Warnings: Child kidnapping, guns, violence, blood, the usual Batman violence, some random criminals kidnapping the youngest Wayne.

Bruce was a bit nervous. I know, not a word you would hear in the same sentence, but he was nervous for a good reason. He was going to host a gala in the manor and it would be the first gala of his youngest son, (Y/N). The boy is still a toddler and Bruce was worried about him being overwhelmed. Bruce knew that (Y/N) wasn't a fan of strangers. He knew that from the moment (Y/N) came to the manor.

He still remembers the day he came. The boy was around 3 at the time and his mother wanted nothing to do with him. She was one of Bruce's one night stands. At first he was a bit suspicious, but a DNA test was the only conformation he needed. He took the boy in the next day and it was...

Well, it wasn't easy. The boy was closed off and very tense most of the time, so Bruce and Alfred took it upon themselves to make the boy comfortable. Boys got included as well. Dick was playing with him, Tim liked reading to him before bed and Jason would draw with him. Now Damian, he was the most difficult one. He didn't want anything to do with him at first, but over time warmed up to him. (Y/N) had a protection squad consisting of Bruce and his brothers.

Bruce fixed his cufflinks and went to find his youngest. Bruce found him in Damian's room. He was sitting on the bed as Damian was tying his tie. (Y/N) was really excited and was talking while Damian was now fixing his own tie. Bruce couldn't help but smile. He knocked on the door and (Y/N) gasped.

" Papa! " (Y/N) jumped of the bed right into Bruce's arms. Bruce chuckled and picked him up. (Y/N) laughed loudly and hugged Bruce. Bruce hugged him back with his free arm.

" Are you excited? "

" Yes Papa! Damian said it's a lot of fun! "

Bruce mouthed a thank you to Damian before leaving the room. None of the boys are the fan of the galas, but they came to an agreement. For (Y/N), they would speak only good of these galas. They had hoped that (Y/N) would realize that these events are boring. They could only hope.

" Come on boys! "

Bruce smirked at the groans of displeasure.

(Y/N) was on cloud nine. He was having a lot of fun. Bruce made sure that he was always with some of them. Right now, Bruce was carrying him and talking to someone. Bruce looked at the clock. It was getting late for (Y/N) and Bruce was going to put him to bed soon. Bruce knew that he was getting tired despite his excitement. He finished the conversation and he looked for Alfred.

" Is it time for his bedtime master Bruce? "

" Papa no! I want to stay longer. "

"The deal was 20 minutes, no? "

(Y/N) pouted and Bruce gave him a kiss to the cheek.

" But papa... " He tried again, rubbing his eyes.

" You know yourself you are tired. "

" But pa- "

A gunshot rang out and (Y/N) was startled. Bruce was calm and turned him away from the intruders who were knocking out the security guards. (Y/N) was softly crying in Bruce's shoulder from the fear. Bruce was gently whispering into his ear to calm him down, while looking for his sons. They were all unharmed for now, but he wasn't so worried about them right now. He knew they could handle themselves, they had the training to back that up, but Bruce was worried about his youngest. He was patting his back gently.

" Why hello mister Wayne, just the man we were looking for. "

" What do you want? Money? "

" Not your first rodeo it seems. Is this the famous (Y/N)? "

Bruce tried to move away, but the clicks of guns stopped him. His son was the only thing in his mind and his heart broke when the leader took his son out of his arms. (Y/N) wasn't happy with the change.

" Papa! "

" It's okay bud. It's okay. "

Bruce could sense (Y/N)'s distress from a mile away. He was now distressed as well and he could only the imagine the stress levels on his other sons. The leader didn't seem like he was going to hurt him, but Bruce knew better. Being Batman, he saw a lot of things, none that were good.

" Now, me and this little guy are going to go. 20 million, we will tell you when and where. "

" Papa! "

Bruce's heart shattered from the fear and desperation. He smiled softly at his son in order to calm him down.

" It's going to be okay bud, I am going to get you, alright. "

" Papa! "

" Oh don't worry bud, your father simply has to listen to us and you will get back to your papa. "

" Papa... "

Bruce nearly fell to his knees from the weak tone.

" It's going to be okay bud. "

Bruce could only watch helplessly as they took his son away. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. He couldn't go as Batman, but... There was a certain someone in Metropolis who could find his son in the matter of seconds. Someone called Superman. People were already on the phone with the police calling terrified and scared, but Bruce called Clark Kent. Apparently, Clark knew and was getting ready.

Bruce got off the phone as the police came. His only hope was that Clark could find (Y/N).

(Y/N) was softly crying in the dark room. He curled up and cried softly. He missed his dad and big brothers. He never liked the dark, that's why he had a night light, but the best remedy was sleeping with his brothers or father.

" Papa... " He weakly called into the darkness.

He raised his head when he heard gunshots. He whimpered and tried to curl into himself more. Superman opened the door and nearly cried when he saw his poor nephew.

" Hey bud... It's okay... "

Superman kneeled down as (Y/N) looked up. His eyes lit up and he ran into Superman's arms.

" It's okay, we are going to see your dad, alright? "

Superman gently picked up the boy and waited for Bruce to arrive. He already called the police to let them know where they were. It would be weird if he simply gave him over to Bruce without some formalities. He tilted his head to the right when he heard the sirens coming. He gently rocked him, humming something, trying to calm down his nephew.

Bruce was going to lose his mind. Nobody heard anything and he wanted nothing more than go out as Batman. Nothing more, but he couldn't.

" We have a location! "

That's when they all jumped into Bruce's car. Jason was going to go with his motorbike. Bruce probably broke 50 different laws and probably got 50 more speeding tickets. He parked near the ambulance and ran out. He was relieved once he saw his son in Superman's arms.

He ran to Superman ignoring the calls of his name.

" Papa! "

Bruce immediately took him into his arms.

" Yes, papa is here. I am here. It's okay. "

The boys made a protective circle and (Y/N) was passed around the boys. They all held him tightly.

" You are never going to go through this ever again. I promise you that son. I promise. "

And Bruce meant it. Bruce was going to make sure he was from now on. The boys also vowed to keep their youngest brother safe. But Bruce was going to make sure that stays true. He was going to make sure his son is protected, as both Batman and as Bruce Wayne. He was going to make sure of that.

#bruce wayne x child!male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #DC comics #dc x male reader #Damian wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader #Dick Grayson x male reader #tim drake x male reader #x male reader #fluff and angst

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l0verb0t · 1 year

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jason todd × m! reader. | home bound.

SUMMARY: In many aspects, Jason still has a long way to go. But at the very least, he knows his loved ones accept him, even when he isn't entirely sure who he is yet. WARNINGs: physical contact & references to j.oker. WORD COUNT: 2300+ NOTEs: This is a queer Jason fic. It was originally written for him to be gay, but after finishing it, it can be interrupted in other ways, such as a bi and/or aro-spectrum Jason. This is somewhat based on the experience of having difficulty discovering and accepting oneself. The reader insert is referred to by he/him pronouns, doesn't have any dialogue, and is described with hair in a singular sentence. He's also referred to by the petname, "pretty boy."

Questions of his sexuality popped up every now and then. Half-assed responses only followed when they came from a close friend or even one of his family.

Jason didn't see the need for it. After all, his attention was on the criminals of Gotham; he didn't have the time. Why question something he already thought he was sure of when there are bad guys afoot.

In hindsight, that might've just been an excuse.

Sure, his attraction to women was always a hit or miss; that was normal. Yeah, sure, every relationship he's had with them has either ended with him slowly realizing he liked them better as friends or with them trying to kill him, but that didn't mean anything.

But then the two of you started growing closer over time.

He didn't mean for it to happen, but it was already too late for his scarred heart when he found himself slowly falling for you. Those feelings underneath began to burn the walls he built over his life and left him without a clue as to what to do with them.

Still, he had his fair share of experience. Though flirting wasn't his fortay, and there was no way he was going to rely on advice from his brothers, he tried.

It was all so new, and he didn't want to mess it up, but he nearly did just that. Tried as he might, he was still his father's son.

When it all wasn't going according to plan, he thought the best solution was to start ignoring those feelings, hoping they would fade over time so he wouldn't have to keep being so distracted and nervous around you all the time. Instead, it only made you two drift apart, and he would've continued if not for others' meddling.

Dick tried to be subtle.

Watching the docks from a skyscraper nearby, Jason contemplated rushing into the warehouse just to get away from Dick's constant pacing.

He pulled binoculars from his eyes to look back at his brother. A loud sigh was forced out of him at the sight of him. Dick was balancing on the edge, his arms held as high as the ends of his lips.

"Can you focus?"

With a scoff, he crouched down beside him. He nudged his fist into Jason's shoulder, looking him in the eyes through their masks.

"You should get out more; you're starting to sound like Bruce."

Dick plopped down onto the concrete railing, ignoring the rain that had settled on it.

They could've been up there the whole night, but eventually a car, far too fancy for a regular person in the city to own, pulled up to the warehouse. Jason pushed the other's face away when he tried to steal away the binoculars.

A short man in a well-fitted suit crawled out a moment later, brushing off a guard who tried to help him out.

"Ready to hunt a flightless bird?"

Dick was back on his feet by the time he looked back, stretching his arms side-to-side.

"Oh boy, do I."

Jason ran past him.

The pace he kept up as the two dashed their way down through the buildings below never ceased, and yet Dick still found the time to chat.

"Y'know, I know a girl you'd really like."

Jason had to catch his breath, but Dick ran by him without trouble, flicking him on the helmet and ducking away when he tried to reach for him.

"I could set you two up."

Despite the cold air that was rushing through his lungs, he almost laughed. Pushing past the exhaustion, he made his way over to the other man, who was looking over their city.

"Or a guy."

He didn't look back at Dick as they both stood on the roof.

Eventually, Jason leaned in to nudge his shoulder into his, pointing at the warehouse with his free hand.

"Or—" He stuffed the binoculars into Dick's hands. "You could focus on the mission."

And with that, Jason went ahead without another word, refusing to look back.

Tim and him were no closer than he was with Bruce; their growing bond strained by the multiple attempts Jason made on his brother's life. Small talk wasn't usually on the table.

Jason tried to convince him that it was just something he had to get used to in the vigilante business. Kin hurting kin. Tim wasn't so convinced.

A few days after their previous team-up, Barbara sent him a message. Apparently, she needed more evidence and, thus, needed his help again. Easy said, easy done. What he didn't expect was the company.

Why she gave him coordinates in the first place was lost on him, considering they were going to be meeting in the most obvious place.

He spent more time than he'd like to admit climbing up the clock tower, but that's besides the point. He dropped in through the hatch without any further problems and then stood there in silence.

Something felt off.

Barbara was nowhere to be seen, and just as he was about to search for her, the phone she gave him buzzed in his pockets. A new message was on the screen.

I needed to check in with my dad. I'll be there as soon as I can.

Bzzz.

Don't kill each other.

He took a deep breath, and then the lights came on behind him. Holding up a hand to shield himself from the light, he caught the colors of bright red and black through the space between his fingers.

As his eyes adjusted to the room, there stood Tim, who looked as exhausted as Jason felt. He was leaned up against a bookcase, holding one of Barbara's ridiculous mugs.

They stared at each other until Tim finally said something.

His posture immediately fixed under Jason's gaze, and he set the mug down as he spoke, "Nice to see you again, Red."

Jason looked up at the security cameras. Nope, they were on. Damn.

"Can't say the same. What are you doing here?"

Tim settled his elbow down so his head could lie in his gloved hand.

"Babs asked me to help."

"She tell you I was coming?"

Tim nodded and Jason wanted to wipe off the smile he sent his way.

"Then why didn't she tell me?"

"She thought you wouldn't come."

There were more important things at hand, but his gun was looking rather appealing in the moment. Still, only a deep sigh came as he clawed his hands down the face of his helmet.

"I can put aside how annoying you are to help Gotham."

Tim didn't say anything afterwards, only rolling his eyes. They didn't talk for awhile after that.

Jason occupied himself by digging through the evidence Barbara had put away and slumped into one of the spare chairs nearby. Under a watchful eye, he flipped through the files without a second thought.

Seeing as they were the only living things in the tower, it would be hard not to notice how finicky Tom was being.

In the farthest corner, he made a habit of checking his phone barely every minute, his legs bouncing just as repetitively.

Jason had to hold back a groan when he asked, "What's got you in a hurry?"

He didn't respond at first. Jason braced himself for the awkward silence that would follow.

"I have a date later tonight."

Now there was something interesting. The files were placed back on the desk.

"You? A date?" He almost laughed. "Impossible."

Despite it, a smile grew on Tim's face. His mouth opened without a sound and slammed shut just as quickly. Might as well entertain the kid.

"Who did you get lucky with?"

"Bernard. His name is Bernard."

"Bernard?"

He probably should've been more enthusiastically supportive, but all he could muster was a nod before he went to stroke his chin in thought. When his head dipped to the side, he caught the waiting eyes of his brother.

"Of all the people you could've scored a date with, it had to be a Bernard?"

A pillow, undoubtedly pulled from another chair nearby, was thrown as his head.

Barbara, on the other hand, tried a different approach.

Peering over a cafe, Jason balanced himself on a ledge with a cup held up to his scarred lips. He slid his helmet back on after a big gulp to spare himself from the cold air.

Their mission was nearing its end. A bitter farewell was on the way, but through the static from their coms and the freezing weather, they were able to find joy in the moment.

"So."

On the other side came the sound of a chair being pushed, the wheels creaking as she drew out her response.

His voice, distorted and lowered inside his mask, hummed back.

"So?"

"How about that guy you've been telling me about?"

The coffee sliding down his throat was nearly coughed back out. "What?"

"I just want to hear how he's doing." Her words were followed by laughter. "With the way you talk about him, you make him seem like the greatest person you've ever known."

He simply said it how he saw it, and yet with her, he didn't know what to say.

"He just means a lot to me."

"Of course."

He found himself hoping that was the end of it, but Barbara never relented.

"You should tell him that yourself."

Before he could ask, she continued.

"You know as well as I that Bruce isn't the best at verbalizing his feelings." A pen was being repetitively tapped on her desk. "He tries, but he still holds himself back when it comes down to it."

She heaved a sigh. "We both know the kind of problems that arise with that. So don't take after him in that regard."

"Duly noted."

Jason was able to finish his midnight "lunch" without any further interruption. At most, he was being bombarded with information she was dumping on him as he tried to finish a chicken sandwich. That peace didn't last long.

"You should introduce me to him one day."

He had just about finished crunching up a paper bag when she said that, stuffing it deep into his pockets.

"Maybe we could make it a double date."

And with that, he hopped from his crouched position, wiping his hands in the air.

"You know what, I think it's time I went to check on that hunch."

"Oh, now you do?"

Her laughter followed him down alleyways, and it brought a smile to his face.

As annoying as they could be sometimes, he had to give them credit. They all helped in their own little ways. But as much as he trusted them, he wasn't yet comfortable telling them about his current martial statues.

He knew well the kind of danger he was putting you in just by being around you, but even if word didn't get out, his mind provided more than enough horrific scenarios that could happen.

It wasn't long before he moved in with you. It took some convincing that you'd be safer if he lived with you than across the city.

Returning from a one-man mission, he was gone longer than he thought it would take. Still, it had to be done. The streets of his home were safe, at least for a night.

He dug through the pockets of his jeans, cursing when he kept pulling out trash. Eventually, a key was pulled from the wrappers. The relief he felt was the most he felt all week when a click came from the door. It opened with a creek, and the darkness inside greeted him.

Boxes of his personal possessions were still scattered across the apartment, full of stuff he knew would be better kept with you than in one of his warehouses.

He slammed the door behind him shut. No noise came after that.

We really need a security system.

The promise of rest nearly overtook him as he dropped his bags to the floor, almost falling with them.

Jason's voice rang out against the fragile walls. "Oh, honey, I'm home."

The couch looked comfortable enough, but a bed with his boyfriend persuaded him enough to drag himself down the hall to another closed door. As quietly as he could, he opened it.

He found what he was looking for, back turned and huddled in cloth, as did his paranoia. Jason was by your side in an instant, pulling your face to the side so he could see it through the dark.

In the place of the wide smile or the red he thought would be on that face, all he found was you sleeping soundly.

A hand trembled up the side of your neck until he was grasping your face. He soothed over the patch of black underneath your eye with his thump and then sighed. Maybe he wasn't as over it as he thought.

His eyes fell back to his clothes, littered with drops of blood. He backed away to begin changing out of his suit.

Pulling his shirt over head, he had to make sure not to slip on the pile of clothing surrounding his feet. By the time he looked back up, he was looking back into tired eyes.

He stopped in his tracks and smiled back at you.

With his arms stretched high, he made sure not to raise his voice: "Enjoying the view, pretty boy?"

Before you could leave the bed, Jason was back by your side, pushing away the strands of hair in your face. With his thighs braced on the bed, he leaned down to place a kiss on your head.

"Did I wake you up?"

After your nod, he was crawling into bed. He dug his face into your shoulder, and the smell of his body wash fell over him. Jason began to pull you closer to his fast-paced heart.

"I missed you, too."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader #jason todd #dc #written #male reader #okay. done now :-]

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Let No Woman Steal Your Heart

Pairing: Selina Kyle x Talia al Ghul

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, flirty banter, past rivalry, kissing, resolved sexual tension, biting, fade to black

Word count: 0.8k

Ao3

A/N: These two are criminally underrated. Ha! Get it?!

People never knew when they were robbed by Catwoman until it was too late, and even then all they knew was that their possession was stolen. But the culprit was never caught. Now Selina had long since graduated from pick-pocketing unless it was from someone extremely wealthy.

She's robbed museums, stolen art pieces, diamonds, she's fought countless enemies, human and not, she was a crime boss and through all of that she still has her nine lives. Only been caught so many times in her life she's got a reputation, a well earned one. Such that she feels confidant about tonight's target.

This woman, they've met before, but not like Selina never stole from those she knew personally or intimately. At the end of the day a job was a job.

And Selina Kyle is damn good at her job.

Finding and sneaking into the lavish penthouse was surprisingly easy. What came next not so much. Her target was in the kitchen, and the reason why she was here was leaning against one of the chairs. A very prized sword with a big, shiny green emerald imbedded in the hilt.

Selina approached with caution, one hand on her whip, the other reaching for the targeted sword. She was crouching, her view momentarily cut off by the already positioned chairs.

"You're getting sloppy." Whispered a voice behind her before Selina felt a cold blade press against her shoulder.

"Am I? Or were you waiting for me?" Selina looked over and up shoulder to see Talia a Ghul looking down at her with indifference.

"You're probably the only thief that has the guts to rob me in my own home." Talia's blade pressed closer but it didn't stop Selina from standing up, her hands in the air, complete with shining, sharp claws that could take an eye out. Talia reached for the whip on Selina's hip. "Hands."

"Mmm, so kinky." The purr was very audible and it made Talia's grip loosen. "Now that you've caught me," Selina spun around and pressed her chest against the tip of the sword, "what do you plan on doing with me?"

Talia's frown deepened. Selina already failed, she didn't have to stick around. If she wanted to the Cat could have made a break for it. Well if she was thinking off playing cat and mouse with Talia then she will do the same. She dropped the sword and pushed her down onto the table with a loud thud.

"You're a clever one Selina. Such a shame to waste your talents on petty thieveries." Talia's hand played with zipper on the front, pulling it down just a little bit. Selina shivered against her and went right for a bite, "I didn't say you could bite me."

Selina hummed against Talia's shoulder and licked with slow, broad strokes of her tongue. "I don't remember asking. Or needing your permission."

The hot energy between them was sizzling. Neither wanted to give an inch to the other. Both were strong and neither wanted to relent, it was another battle between the two women. Only this one was being fought on their terms, because of their desires.

As much as they wanted to they couldn't deny the attraction to one another. It started because of Bruce, they met because of Bruce, they became both rivals and friends because of Bruce. But this right now? This had nothing to do with Bruce, this was all Talia and Selina.

Their flirtations had grown the more time they spent around each other. It was friendly jabs and banter at first. Then the compliments started, then heated looks, then the innuendos. The tension was simply too much to ignore. Only both were stubborn enough to try. Until tonight.

Looking back maybe that was the whole reason why this happened. The look Selina gave to Talia the other night when Talia announced she would be leaving Gotham for a while. She would be back, she always came back but Selina wanted to visit her. That shiny sword was a good excuse.

Talia wanted to see her too. She'd already said her goodbyes with Bruce and Damian. There was only Selina left, so she waited.

More of Selina's skin was exposed as Talia pulled the zipper down. She realized that compared to her, who was wearing a long, low cut dress, Selina was a bit too covered. "It's only polite to ask. But seeing as we're skipping the pleasantries tonight, I suppose I should respond in kind." Talia took Selina by the chin and pushed her mouth against her own.

Selina kissed a lot of people in her life, each had their own softness, firmness, sweetness, danger. Very few came close to Talia. She was not only skilled, her lips melting against Selina's almost too perfectly, but she realized that Talia could probably make her to anything she wanted if she kept kissing her.

"Ah, biting again. Is that a kink of yours? If so I'm interested in letting you indulge." Talia smirked as Selina's legs locked tight around her hips.

"Cats do bite when they mate." She licked her teeth, before inviting the assassin in for a deep kiss.

Biting was indeed one of Selina's kinks, and after how many bites she left on Talia that night it became one of her's too.

#catwoman #selina kyle #talia al ghul #talina #selina x talia #dc comics fanfiction

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moonlit-imagines · 1 year

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It’s Gotta Be You

Dick Grayson x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: @sweetjedi: “Song: It’s Gotta Be You, Artist: Backstreet Boys, Character: Dick Grayson/Robin, Fandom: DC movies (non-DCEU/animation), Relationship: romantic interest, Nudge: Dick Grayson’s crush on Reader is now becoming a distraction to his Robin duties.”

Reporters and cops, the two groups of people that Gotham’s vigilantes crossed paths with the most once their endeavors were over. Once the bad guys were put away and civilians were out of harms way. Each time they saved the day, it seemed you were always there with your microphone in one hand and a camera pointed your way.

“Robin! Robin, do you care to comment on tonight’s attack?” You called to the masked boy in his skintight suit, what a ridiculous getup for such an attractive—

“Anything for you, Mx. l/n.” Robin ran to the camera while Batman sulked behind him, still putting criminals in cuffs and shoving them into cop cars to be carted off to prison.

“Please, call me y/n.” You told him, nearly forgetting the camera broadcasting live to the concerned people of Gotham.

“Well, y/n, you can rest easy tonight knowing that these guys have been put away, it’ll be a long while before they can walk the streets of our city again.” Robin proudly announced, not noticing a small squabble behind him between his partner and a half-conscious goon. “I’m always around to save the day—or night.”

“Robin!” Batman called as one more goon hopped up and charged towards the camera, nearly pouncing at you before one swift fist blocked his momentum and sent him towards the ground. You gasped and jumped back, watching Robin cuff this one in the lens of your camera.

“Well, I’ll have to make sure Batman doesn’t have anymore runners. Hope to see you again soon, y/n.” Robin waved goodbye as he dragged his KO away.

Later that night, Dick shed his vigilante suit and immediately turned the news on, waiting to get a good look at you from the Batcomputer.

“Dick.” Bruce sternly said his name.

“Hang on, their about to come on again.” Dick waved him away and stared at your news channel.

“You’d ought to pay more attention to your job before you go off flirting with news reporters.” Bruce warned his partner and protégé. “Next time, you might not block them from the bad guys.”

“Yeah, I had it under control. Next time, I might even get their number.”

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#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #robin #robin x reader #robin imagine #odonnel!robin #dc comics #dc comics x reader #batman returns #batman and robin #dc comics imagine #chris odonnell

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thirstnotes · 1 year

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|Rivals To Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Six - Sassy Clark|

Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackPlusSizedReader

Warnings: possessive Clark, Clark Kent in love, language, more smut eventually, minors DNI, Stalker Clark, two cuties flirtin, morally gray Clark, dark Bruce, typos, weak writing tbh but it is what it is

Okay, ya'll, we're almost there. I know I'm taking longer than Dragonball Z to reach this damn conclusion, and I'm sorry for the wait lol. But I'm very grateful to ya'll for liking it so much. It makes me so happy to know my writing brings ya'll some form of joy. Thanks to @ysmmsy for the reblogs and recs, @ramp-it-up for answering the ask that led to this series, and to my community of color who really deserve more representation in stories. Bc we deserve to be loved on by our favorite characters too. Anyway, enjoy.

As always, if you don't enjoy it, don't read it.

"Was that really necessary?" Bruce asked, sipping a bit of cognac.

Clark landed quietly, his eyes lingering on the glass in his hand. Bruce didn't even turn his head to address him, more focused on the skyline of the city.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing," Clark said finally, his arms folded. Bruce tilted his head a bit, smirk in place.

"So she is special to you. Well. Things certainly took a refreshing turn. I thought you'd be obsessed with Red forever."

"What's it matter to you?"

"Overall, it doesn't. But clearly it does to you, or else you wouldn't be abusing your powers like this. Which does present its advantages."

"That was hardly abuse," Clark breathed with a dangerous laugh. His eyes flashed a small, red beam and Bruce's glass shattered in his hand. "See, now that. That's abusing my powers."

Bruce was undeterred, instead giving his hand a small shake before sliding it into his pocket. He turned to face him, a mildly annoyed look on his face.

"You're clearly here to say something. I suggest you say it before I lose my patience."

"You should already know this, but in case your I.Q. suddenly dove a couple hundred points: Y/N is not your plaything."

"As evident by your tantrum, she seems to be your toy. Of course."

"She's not anyone's toy," he seethed, his eyes icy and dark. Threatening to flash again at any moment's notice. Bruce countered with a steely stare of his own.

"Oh yes, she's your 'fake girlfriend', right? I hardly see how that's different. She seems to likes me and, to tell you the truth, I happen to find her very attractive. Which, after tonight, is entirely apparent to her. So. If anyone's playing games, it's definitely you."

Clark's eyes narrowed dangerously at him, but he couldn't refute his claims. After all, it was his idea in the first place to use you to get to someone else. Granted it was consensual, it was still pretty calloused to you. Especially since your only consolation was showing up an asshole that dumped you. He hadn't appreciated you nearly as much as you deserved to be, but it still didn't sit right with him that Bruce was the one to point it out.

Bruce's arms folded and he stepped even closer, despite the severely pissed Kryptonian just at an arm's reach.

"Here's how this'll go. I'm going to continue seeing Y/N as long as she'll allow. Or at least until you plan to take me up on my offer."

Of course.

His eyes rolled to the skyline. "I might've thought you'd circle back around to that."

Bruce smirked at his hesitation. "It's merely a small favor."

"I'm not some cold blooded killer."

"Right. Of course. You draw the line at criminal arson.”

Clark dipped his head with a bitter laugh and left him standing there, opting to walk away. Bruce watched him, his smirk still fixed in place.

Clark hated himself for thinking about taking him up on his offer

Jokes aside, nowadays, Bruce was practically mafia with the measures he took to "exact justice", but Clark was doing his best to keep from working closely with him.

Besides

You were no bargaining chip

But there was something tantalizing about Bruce’s offer to leave you alone indefinitely

I mean

All he needed to do was off a couple of assholes and he could have you all to himself

It sounded pretty fuckin sweet

The men Bruce wanted dead were bad guys

...Was he seriously considering killing for you?

He landed across from your building again, watching you sleep peacefully on your couch. Probably passed out after a shower. He smiled a bit, pulling his phone from his pocket to type.

We need to talk

He took a deep breath and scrolled through his contacts, his eyes resting on Bruce's number.

His notifications popped down.

About?

His eyes flickered to your apartment and he saw you typing on your phone.

You already thinking about dumping me just before class? That's just cold

His lips twitched into another smile.

It's late. Why are you still up?

Why are you?

I'm barely awake

So you decided to text me?

Yes

He saw your body shake with a small laugh and he rolled his eyes with a smirk.

This talk must be important if you woke up from a dead sleep to text me. Don't tell me. You couldn’t stand to lie to me anymore and you need to tell me that you really are Superman

He laughed, eyes rolling to the side before he replied.

Yes

You let out a small laugh.

Are you drunk texting me again?

He slipped his phone into his pocket, sitting on the edge, watching you drift to sleep waiting for him to reply. You probably thought he'd drifted back to sleep. Possibly drunk. Thinking he was Superman.

You're gonna find out just how accurate you were

The next morning, you decided to surprise him for once

Heading to his apartment with a box of donuts and a black coffee

Something he'd probably be grateful for after the sun hit his hungover eyes

After a rather exciting date with Bruce Wayne, a fire scare, and yet another drunk text from Clark, it'd seem like you needed a strong drink and all the sleep you could manage

But instead, you were, pulling up to the curb in front of his building

Completely surprised to see him waiting there for you

He climbed in, setting his messenger bag on the floor and buckling in before finally addressing your curious stare with his usual irritating smirk.

"What? Good morning?"

"What, are you psychic now, Superman?"

He furrowed his brows at you.

"What?"

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. "You drunk texted me again last night."

"Did I?" he asked, eyes focused on the view passing his window. You gave him a sour look.

"Yeah. At like one in the morning. I thought you were gonna be hungover out of your mind. So I decided to bring coffee and donuts and give you a lift to work, because I felt sorry for you. But I guess I'll just keep them."

"You don't even drink black coffee."

"I can doctor on it."

"No takebacks," he sneered, taking the cup from the holder, taking a petty sip from it. You laughed and rolled your eyes again.

"Petty."

He grinned at you over the brim of his cup. Then it was quiet.

The ride had stayed quiet for a while, with Clark looking out the window most of the way.

You both heard your phone vibrate a few times, but because of your strict no texting while driving policy, you didn't touch it

But you had to wonder

Was it Bruce?

He had texted that he wanted to see you again, minutes before Clark had texted you last night

Which made you feel a little like a cheating trollop

Even if you weren't Clark's actual girlfriend

But still, it felt greedy to have your cake and get eaten too

Another buzz from your purse made you hazard a glance his way, but he seemed kind of preoccupied

What was he thinking?

It made you a little antsy to see him so deep in thought

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you so quiet. What's up?"

"Actually, I think you're the talker in this relationship?" he sassed back, raising a brow at you. You laughed.

"Okay. Rude, but fair enough. Anyway. What's on your mind? You okay?"

"Just fine."

His short answer bothered you a bit and you chewed your bottom lip through another quiet pause. His eyes flickered to you and he took a small breath.

"I'm curious. How'd your date with Bruce go?"

It was your turn to get quiet, your eyes drifting his way before landing back on the road. The cheating girlfriend vibe intensified, but you were too proud to ask him if he was jealous just yet.

“It went like any other dinner date, really.”

He resisted the urge to give you a look. Somehow, he didn’t believe you ended all your dates in a hotel room. It was even less likely that you had to cancel every booty call because of a fire scare.

“I see.”

You gave him a look. “What? Did you think he was really gonna whisk me off to Prague?”

“I didn’t know what to think, to be honest. It’s Bruce,” he volleyed, eyes rolling to you. You eyed him, smile fighting it’s way to your face. Just then, your mind obviously jumped to what really happened that night, but you rolled your eyes and laughed it off.

“He was a perfect gentleman.”

“Wonders never cease,” he drawled sarcastically, focusing his attention back to the view outside his window.

"I-Listen," you laughed, rolling your eyes again.

"Mmhm," he hummed, relishing the way his sarcasm made you squirm.

"He was excellent. That's all you need to know," you said simply. His eyes flickered to you when you weren't looking, his smile fading. You looked so content. Not sprung, like one is after a night of bliss with somebody they think is "the one", but definitely like it wasn't the last you'd be seeing of him.

The office was bustling more than usual

Everybody greeting you with smirks and grins

Because of the state of your desk, which was surrounded by flowers

"Wow," you breathed, moving a basket aside to actually see the wood of your desk. Luke slipped to your side with a whistle.

“Guess you left quite an impression on Wayne.”

Thankfully both you and the dumb photographer missed the chilling leer that Clark gave him.

You rolled your eyes. “He’s just a nice guy.”

Luke looked from you to Clark with a good natured laugh. “I’m jealous of your ability to always stay calm, Kent. How are you not freaking out about this?”

“I happen to trust my girlfriend,” Clark said as though it were common sense. Which it was.

“You’re a better man than I am,” Luke shrugged with a laugh.

“That’s why she picked me,” Clark sniped, returning his good natured laugh with a poisonous one of his own. Luke’s smile faded a bit when he processed his words. You rolled your lips to keep from cackling and gave your attention to Lois, who approached you all.

She stepped around the two of them to hand you an engraved envelope with a sympathetic smirk. “I tried to text you before you got here. But I guess you were gonna find out one way or another.”

“Yeah, thanks for trying though,” you breathed with a sarcastic laugh, your eyes flickering to Clark briefly before setting them aside. Her smirk died a bit and she looked between you as well, as if just remembering your relationship.

"Of course, it's probably a normal good will gesture."

"Just rich dudes being rich dudes," you joked along, your eyes lowering to the envelope in your hand. As did his.

Free this weekend? No distractions this time. I promise.

Along with two plane tickets. To Prague. Fuckin Bruce.

However, you bit the corner of your lip and decided not to open it there. It made him a little curious, but he was pretty grateful you didn't. His eyes rolled from the card to the work on his desk while Lois looked between the two of you again and cleared her throat.

"Well. Anyway, I'll see you in class."

"Yeah, definitely," you said, setting it aside, waiting for Lois to go back to whatever she was doing before cutting your eyes at Clark. He could almost sense your anxiety and threw a smirk your way to ease your mind.

"Quite the impression," he snickered and you stuck your tongue out at him.

"Shut up."

The ride to class was even quieter than the ride to work. You found it hard to focus with the smell of several baskets of flowers in your backseat. You glanced over at Clark, who was scrolling through his phone.

"What?" he asked, eyes still on his screen.

"Why don't you like Bruce anyway?"

He paused and looked up at the road. "I told you. He's obnoxious."

"That's all," you said, though it sounded more like an inquiry and he looked at you.

"What do you expect to hear?"

The light turned green and you pretended to be completely focused on the road.

"Nothing. I dunno. Just. You seem kinda jealous."

He tilted his head with a smirk. "Of you and Bruce? Maybe."

You didn't know how to unpack that. Was he saying he was jealous of the potential "relationship" you and Bruce had, or that he was jealous of Bruce potentially having you? It made you dizzy.

"Well I mean, there is no me and Bruce. It was just a date. So we're in the same boat, buddy," you joked and he breathed a laugh.

"Anyway, what exactly happens in this class?"

It was a blunt transition you were thankful for. You shrugged. "It's no big deal. The class'll be a breeze, I think the biggest challenge is navigating the gossip when I show up with a new man while my 'ex' is still in the same class. Just. Follow my lead, honestly."

"Fair enough."

He didn't say anything more, his eyes rolling back to the opposite side of the dash. You frowned a bit, but you let him get back to his own thoughts. Eventually you pulled into the park and unbuckled your seatbelt.

"Y/N," he said suddenly and it made you jump.

"Yeah?"

His warm lips captured yours with a soft, firm kiss, tongue darting between your lips to invite yours out to play. You indulged him, tangling your tongue with his, shifting a bit to have better access. Your body melted when he held your waist to keep you steady, the yummy weight of his hand keeping you from climbing onto him in the passenger's seat. You moaned a bit when he sucked on your tongue as he pulled back. It was a shorter kiss than you'd realized. Much too short.

"What was that?" you breathed, head in a fog.

"Chemistry," he said, his thumb running over the corner of your bottom lip gently, brushing away any traces of him. "I can't go a whole three hours without kissing my girlfriend."

"Right," you agreed airily, getting out the car, "Chemistry."

(Part 7)

(Part 5)

#Rivals to lovers Clark Kent #Thirstnotes #reader insert #dc comics #fanfic #clark kent x reader #clark x reader #clark kent x black reader #clark kent x black plus size reader

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Civil! Bruce AU

a kind of gift for @brucyknight. Your post usually are the fluff for my heart.

(My perspective of my NotBatman! Battison, a bit before he adopted Richard. Because he went to therapy and decied to help the city in another way... he bought the police)

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I have a feeling, my female, gossip-loving sixth sense is CERTAIN (no proof but no doubt either) that Bruce would be THE perfect male ICON of the Gotham community.

Tall, sporty body, beautiful sparkling eyes, a thousand watt smile that will win anyone over, elegant, polite and gentlemanly. He has a high baritone voice, quite pleasant to listen to and always flows like a lullaby to the listener when he speaks.

Remember the Kingsman motto: "Manners make the man"?

Bruce is the best representation of that. Obviously with a dashing touch of English high aristocracy, per Alfred's joker. God knows Alfred has refused to teach Bruce any other kind of etiquette.

Obviously he has his moments of "Yeah look, I'm still a Gen Z who needs his hand held when he goes to buy something, and cries when he sees a commercial for a kitten hanging from a tree", but he never fails to look iconic and magnificent in doing so.

I dare say, even his haters can't deny that his grimaces look good. The paparazzi love him and hate him in equal measure. When they take pictures of him they must never edit them, but because he never looks bad they can't always make interesting notes of him. They call it a love-hate relationship.

When he didn't have children he was known as the gentlemanly billionaire tycoon philanthropist; always attentive to his guests and would never refuse to comfort and listen to his guests. Always complimenting people and trying to be as pleasant as possible so as not to create a gap of discomfort. Smart, flirtatious and helpful.

He was the perfect candidate for appointments and business conversations.

Although… always a bit innocent.

It was adorable to see how he reacted to other people's flirtations, how he blushed when someone said something nice to him or gave him a detail for being so nice.

She even cried when a child from one of her children's NGOs gave her some of their fruit. She was trending on social media for weeks.

But after adopting Dick… Oh my God, Bruce became a PAPI, a DILF, whatever you call it. Seeing him act like such a selfless father to his children and charities? Even the most heterosexual macho, chest-haired criminals would say it's attractive to watch. (They may be straight, but they're not blind.)

And to the misfortune of his children, and Alfie, a DILF all too innocent and unaware of his DILF status. And if things couldn't get any worse (as Bruce did go to therapy and did very well and doesn't have as much depression), he's too affectionate with everyone. But now that he's a father, even more so.

Bruce doesn't have time to look demure or watch his posture, he's a father now, and as every father knows, kids are unpredictable and always get into mischief. He must be vigilant.

There isn't a newspaper or hidden social media photo that doesn't show Bruce squeezing his kids and his close friends.

Or one that shows Bruce showing off his gorgeous abs, as he gave his shirt to one of his kids who was playing in the mud and got his spare shirt dirty.

Or one where Bruce is holding his kids and showing off his beautiful arm muscles. Because he carried them until he couldn't carry them anymore.

Or all sweaty, with his shirt stuck to his body, as he chased his children to exhaustion during an outing to the beach or the park.

Or he, singing a adorable lullababy for his kid in public, with his sexy baritone tune that make any women pass away.

Or Bruce, all tired and wearing only his boxers and his old Nirvana sweaters as pyjamas in the street in the early hours of the morning, because he has to walk Batcow in the field or Titus or the pet of the day, and he knows that the children have fallen asleep again. And he doesn't want to wake them up.

Or when he wiped some guest's face with his bare hands, using his fingers and then sucking the sauce, as he smeared himself with tomato sauce. Said guest, being the clumsy and lovable Clark Kent.

(After that Clark always try to be the only one to be able to interview Bruce... not because he felt in love)

Type… All of his children are at an aunerism because of all the stress of having to eliminate their father's suitors. And they have no claim on Bruce. Because the poor guy doesn't know he's too sexy, because he doesn't do it on purpose.

Bruce would die first before he'd have to create any distress for his offspring. So the kids avoid showing their annoyance with him, because they hate to see their poor, loving father defeated.

(Happy Bruce, because Damian darw him a picture in school)

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… Thus the end of my Civil!Bruce AU contribution. Thank you for listening.

#batkids #batfamily #batman #batfam shenanigans #bruce wayne #batfam imagine #batdad #battison #Bruce wayne is not batman here #Civil! Bruce AU #Superbat

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local-crying-boy · 2 months

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Writing Masterlist

A collection of all of the fanfictions I have written!

One-shots:

MCU:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Pietro Maximoff ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

New Years Eve Party / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff

Mission Gone Wrong pt.1 / Fem!Reader - One-shot, fluff

Mission Gone Wrong pt.2 / Fem Reader - One-shot, fluff-angst

Waking Up with Pietro Maximoff / GN!Reader - drabble, fluff

Bodyguard Pietro Maximoff / GN!Reader - imagine

Kinktober 1-4 / Fem!Reader - Smut

Shakes and Shivers / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Wanda Maximoff ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Tough missions and warm hugs / M!Reader - one-shot, fluff

Twilight:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Carlisle Cullen ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Carlisle Cullen X Magic!Reader / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff(?)

As if to turn back time / Fem!Reader - One-shot, fluff, reunion

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Jasper Hale ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

If you dated Jasper Hale - headcannons

It was our plan pt.1/ Fem!Reader - angst

(req) It was our plan pt.2 / Fem!Reader - angst-fluff

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Jasper Hale and Alice Cullen ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

If you were their second mate - meeting them / GN!Reader - headcanons

Arcane:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Viktor ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Late Night Chats / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff, love confessions

Success! / GN!Doctor!Reader - One-shot, mutual pining

(req) Viktor helping his s/o who is sad / GN!Reader - one-shot, fluff, comfort fic

(req) Not Without You / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff

(req) Viktor SFW Head cannons

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Legolass ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Fell In Love With You / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff, comfort, childhood friends to lovers

Criminal Minds:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Spencer Reid⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Pretty Boy / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff

Call of Duty:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Headcannons⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

COD men / How they are like in a relationship

COD men / what they do when their s/o passes out

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Hadir Karim⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Waking up with him / GN!Reader - Imagine

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Multiple characters x reader⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Home, at last / Fem!Reader x John Price x Nikolai - Short one-shot, smut

Series:

MCU

Composure - A Pietro Maximoff Fanfic - Masterlist {UNFINISHED}

Cecelia Winslow, a twenty-five year old S.H.I.E.L.D agent, fights closely with the Avengers and with one small mistake, she ends up meeting the love of her life in a life or death situation. Though, with old memories coming back up due to a certain Maximoff twin, it gets difficult to save the world all the while managing her anxiety., alongside trying to deal with a Speedster's attractive looks and relentless flirtations.

Code Green JR - A Pietro Maximoff Fanfiction - Masterlist {YET TO BE RELEASED / BEING PLANNED AND WRITTEN CURRENTLY}

Seventeen-year-old Nikolai Banner had been living with the worry about turning into a miniature version of none other than the Hulk, but, either way, when billionaire, Tony Stark, shows up at Nikolai's and Bruce's apartment, he had no surprise. Along with battling some inner feelings and some normal teenage experiences (as normal as you can get when you may have a ticking time bomb that could cause you to become a big, green, rage monster), with some additional rage monster feelings, Nikolai ends up meeting a certain Sokovian Speedster.

#avengers fanfic #avengers fanfiction #avengers #cod #cod fanfic #cod Fanfiction #mcu fanfic masterlist #fanfic masterlist #masterlist

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