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[envysparkler]

@rainbow-flavoured-skittles found the link to the summary I was thinking of!

Have you ever come across a fic that has Dick as a fae creature summoned by Bruce to help him fight crime? And Dick slowly becomes more and more human until he agrees to stay with Bruce as his son? I think I read it on Ao3 but I can’t find it there now for the life of me and it’s genuinely one of the best-written fics I’ve read

I've read some similar stories, and I feel like I've happened upon this summary before somewhere, but I can't seem to find it.

#fic finder

[envysparkler]

you are actually cooking every time you write. I keep on stumbling onto your fics and bookmarking them every time. Keep up the amazing writing! :> (what are your pronouns btw? I don't want to misgender you when I talk about you to my friends)

I'm glad you're enjoying them! I use she/her.

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[envysparkler]

Would it be possible to get an invite to the enemy to caretaker server if it's open rn? Recently became obsessed with this trope 😅

Sure, here you go!

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[envysparkler]

Wow! I found you on ao3 not long ago and love your stuff!! And now here!! Your stuff is always fun and solidly written! That one Damian cuddle pollen fic is a good story to read before bed; most of the cuddle pollen antics are honestly. The batfam WILL be showered with love and AFFECTION dammit!!

I’m currently down the rabbit hole with batfam fics and wondered if you have any recs? If you do that? Also any author recs in that boat too?

I'm glad you're enjoying it!

I don't really keep a track of stories I've read for recs. If something is really good, it'll usually go in my bookmarks, so check those out!

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[envysparkler]

Have you ever come across a fic that has Dick as a fae creature summoned by Bruce to help him fight crime? And Dick slowly becomes more and more human until he agrees to stay with Bruce as his son? I think I read it on Ao3 but I can’t find it there now for the life of me and it’s genuinely one of the best-written fics I’ve read

I've read some similar stories, and I feel like I've happened upon this summary before somewhere, but I can't seem to find it.

#envy answers #fic finder

[envysparkler]

Ted grinned as Grayson walked away, his shoulders hunched and his hands balled into fists.  He hadn’t bothered laying out the evidence or the proof—both were easy enough to find, connecting Grayson’s disappearances with Nightwing’s appearances was like playing a goddamn match-2 game.

And it was no wonder that Grayson had the highest close rate of the precinct when he could just go and get whatever evidence he wanted.  But Ted didn’t care about that.  Not anymore.

No, he didn’t care that Detective Richard Grayson was Nightwing.  He cared that Richard Grayson-Wayne was Nightwing.  Ted was about to become very rich—if Grayson did as he was told.

Ten million.  He would give Grayson two days to cough it up, or he’d go straight to Vicki Vale.  Or perhaps Arkham, he knew a couple of guards there and surely someone in those cells would pay handsome money to know who Nightwing was under the mask.

Hell, he could even do all three.  He held the cards here.

Ted smiled at Grayson’s pinched face.

Ted gave a parting smirk to Grayson as he left for his smoke break.  The man had begun ignoring him, as if that would make the deadline go away.  He had a little less than twenty hours.

Ted had gone ahead and got a visitor’s pass for Arkham for the day after tomorrow.  He’d worry about specifics after he knew whether or not Grayson would come through.

It was cold outside, late afternoon edging into evening.  He passed by a couple of other officers as he headed deeper into the alley.  He lit the cigarette and took the first puff dreaming about the island vacation he’d be taking.

First class.  Gourmet food.  Five star resort and margaritas on the beach.  Life was about to become much better.

A flicker of movement caught his eye and he turned, unhurried, as the garbage bag ruffled in the shadows, straightening.

Up.  And up.  And up.  Until it resolved itself into a slender figure dressed all in black and most definitely not a garbage bag.

Ted blinked.  The Bats usually only came out at night.  And that they rarely ever ventured into Bludhaven.

Oh, so Nightwing had decided to take a different option out of his little predicament.  It really was a shame—Ted might’ve even left him alone if he’d gotten the money.  Now?  Now it was fair game.  And everyone knew the Bats didn’t kill.

Ted turned away from the figure and back towards the front of the alley—he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a figure dressed in black and purple, dangling their legs off the fire escape, grinning down at him.

He picked up his pace a little bit—he’d get back to the precinct and make it very clear to Grayson that his mind games weren’t going to work.  The money, or the Joker was going to know exactly where to strike.

Someone stepped in front of the alley, blocking the entrance and Ted slowed his steps before coming to a stop.

Red helmet.  Red bat.  They didn’t know a whole lot about Gotham’s vigilantes, but the Red Hood was a sore topic for every gang in the city.

Ted slowly, quietly, moved his hand to his gun.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a voice said behind him, almost breathing on his ear, and Ted shrieked, drawing the gun and twisting around.

He was disarmed before he even knew what was happening, the gun yanked out of his fingers as he was shoved back, hard, sent stumbling back into the dumpster.  Above him, the girl in the black-and-purple suit giggled.

“Hood gets a bit testy about guns.”  A tall figure in black-and-red, removing the clip, the bullet and tossing each piece in a different direction.

“I don’t get testy,” the Hood rasped, low and rough, “If someone points a gun at me, it’s only fair that I get to point a gun right back.”

“We’re trying to get him to stop using guns so much,” the girl said, sotto voce.

Ted turned back to the mouth of the alleyway.  The Red Hood had a tire iron slung over one shoulder.

“What—what do you want?  My wallet?  My phone?  I—I didn’t do anything,” he raised his hands.  He would’ve backed away, but the figure in black was giving him the hives and he didn’t want to get any closer to them than necessary.

“Tt.  We all know that’s a lie.”

Ted literally did not see where Robin had come from.  He’d been staring as the Hood took slow steps forward, he’d blinked, and then suddenly there was a kid in green-and-yellow scowling in front of him.

A kid with a sword.

Ted immediately cast a glance skywards, because where Robin was Batman wasn’t far behind, before the strangeness of the situation settled into him.  He was being menaced by a bunch of idiots in masks, in an alley in broad daylight.

“Look, I don’t know what you want but I’m a cop, you can’t just—”

“You know exactly what we want,” the girl said, swinging her feet.  The all-black one took a single, menacing step forward.

“You messed with the wrong fucking Bat, asshole.”  Hood tilted his helmet to one side.

“If you even dare to touch him—” the katana flashed.  “I will remove your hands.”

“Look, Officer Devins,” the one in black-and-red said, “We’re willing to be reasonable.  Leave Dick Grayson alone, and nobody has to get hurt.”

Ted was itching to shoot one of them—now he understood why his friends in Gotham were so fed up with their vigilante problem.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied baldly, “I didn’t do anything to Grayson.  Can I go now?”

#my snippets #outsider pov #someone tries to blackmail nightwing #pity he doesn't know about nightwing's host of protective baby siblings

[envysparkler]

It was a Tuesday night, Tim was on patrol all alone because Bruce was benched with a sprained ankle, and he was hanging from the rafters of a warehouse by his wrists.

Typical.

Unfortunately, they had used actual rope, which meant that the lockpick Tim had so carefully pried free from the hidden pocket on his shoulder was useless, and he had a piece of metal trapped between his back molars as he tugged at the rope with his teeth.

It was frustratingly slow going.  The warehouse was silent—Tim was supposed to be bait for Batman, and the thugs had taken an extended smoke break after roughing Tim up a bit—and Tim was hanging upside-down like a monkey, legs twisted around the rope and gripping tightly to give Tim enough stability to bend up and worry at the knot with his teeth.  He wasn’t sure if he was loosening it or tightening it, and Bruce’s voice in his ear was not helping.

“If you can get the birdarang from your belt pocket,” Bruce said, voice carefully level in the way that meant that he was definitely panicking, “And—”

Tim abandoned the knot for a second, jaw sore and teeth aching.  “I’m not Nightwing, I can’t just remove my spine when I want to,” he snapped, sucking in breaths in the brief pause before he clenched his stomach and bent up again.  “I’ve almost got it.”

That was a lie, but Tim knew that Bruce was about five minutes from ignoring Alfred’s instructions and heading out, broken ankle be damned.

“If you can’t untie the knot, then cutting it would be easier—” Tim groaned, the sound muffled around the rope.  “And you need to give yourself more slack, so the tension isn’t at the knot—” Tim groaned louder.

He couldn’t give himself more slack with the rope that was currently bearing his entire weight.  Chewing through the rope was his best bet right now, no matter how sore his teeth got.  The fibers had to break at some point.  Right?

A throat cleared, loud and close, the sound cutting through both Bruce’s half-panicked babbling and Tim’s mental self-recriminations.  Tim dropped his head to see who’d snuck up on him—

And stared straight into a red helmet.

Tim did not squeak.  He remained calm and level, holding his upside-down position even as his stomach dropped and his throat locked up.

“Robin?” Bruce asked warily through the comms.  The red helmet was silent.

“Hood,” Tim said, as both a greeting and an answer.

“Did you just say Hood?” Bruce asked, voice rising, as the mechanized tone responded, “Replacement.”

Tim took stock of his situation—hanging upside-down, wrists tied, Bruce’s increasingly frantic questions in his ear, and a lockpick still held between his teeth.  The Red Hood, in contrast, was looking up at him, arms crossed and within easy reach of his guns.

“Hi,” Tim tried, and hoped Hood didn’t decide to shoot him.  He was pretty much a sitting duck.

“The Red Hood?” Bruce’s tone had definitely hit panic now.  Tim ignored him.

“How’s it hanging?” Tim gave his best Nightwing-bright smile.  He wasn’t even anywhere near Crime Alley.  What the hell was Hood doing in Tricorner, anyway?

“Cute,” the distorted voice growled, “Big brother’s definitely rubbed off.”

#my snippets #tim is not having a good day

[envysparkler]

hi! just wanted to say i love your fics so much. they're my fav 'bedtime stories' haha. thank you for writing!

💖💖💖

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[envysparkler]

hi, same anon from before who recommended letter of complaint to a friend. she read the blackmail files and said it healed her soul from the emotional damage

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#envy answers #compliment #we all need a little fluff in our lives #*pinches fingers* just a little

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Jason could hear the echoing footsteps get further and further and further and—stop.

He couldn’t help the chuckle that burst out of his throat.  Rusty, bursts of pain as it jostled his ribs, but he couldn’t stop, he kept laughing and laughing and laughing as the footsteps raced back towards him.

“What did you do?”  The Joker looked angry.  The Joker looked afraid.  And Jason couldn’t stop laughing because this was the punchline he’d been waiting for ever since he clawed out of his grave.

The crowbar struck him in the ribs, effectively cutting off his laughter as Jason choked.  “I’m all outta patience, birdie!”

“You—you thought I was stalling for Batman?” Jason managed to get out.  The Joker was hazy and out of focus, but he was there.  He was there.  It had worked.

“I must’ve not done my job well enough, if you wanted to get locked in with me,” he hissed, lunging forward to yank Jason up and let him go.

Jason strangled the scream as he landed on his hip—that was definitely broken.  But he rolled over to look the Joker in the eyes.  “Do you want to know what it feels like to die in an explosion?” he asked.

The Joker stopped.  Stared.

“It feels like fire,” Jason seethed, “It burns.  It hurts so, so much.  And it isn’t over in an instant.  It doesn’t end that quickly.  You feel every bone in your body snap under the pressure, you feel your lungs cook from the inside, you feel your skin flay off in pieces.”

“You really hold a grudge there, dontcha Birdie.”

“Tell me how to get out.”  The Joker wasn’t laughing anymore.  He wasn’t smiling.  He was holding a gun to Jason’s face, eyes cold.

“Go ahead,” Jason bared his bloody teeth in the approximation of a smile.  “You’ll be doing me a favor.”

#my snippets #joker #canon typical violence

[envysparkler]

Alright, because I've run into a wall on a couple of the subscriber stories, here's a new poll:

#envy polls #I have a couple of ideas that might be interesting to write #but I keep banging my head against a wall for these stories

[envysparkler]

Have you ever come across a fic that kind of uses the Batman Beyond Joker plot in current canon? Where the joker dies and then keeps dying because there’s always another joker? I remember in the finale Bruce didn’t believe that Red Hood was Jason because he (Jason) had the same brain implant so Bruce assumed it was just some random schmuck made to look like his son. I thought for sure I had it bookmarked but no dice :/

The universe works in mysterious ways.

#envy answers #fic finder

[envysparkler]

ok so I was the one who asked if you and green were the same. my real question was how do you decide what goes on one account versus the other? I noticed green has more dick and slade content, but there’s still some of that on envy. is there a specific thing you choose by?

There are people IRL that know me as envysparkler (as it's the name I give out if people ask for my fanfiction handle) so anything I don't particularly want to explain to people IRL (for example, the entire concept of omegaverse) goes into greenie. Other than that, vibes mostly: the more mature content tends to go up on greenie, though sometimes with prompt challenges it evens out.

#envy answers #greenie #(and that's not even getting into my other accounts)

[envysparkler]

early bird

Jason might’ve had a homefield advantage when it came to Crime Alley, but he was under no impression that the streets he remembered as a child were the same as they were today.  Hell, even the streets he’d patrolled as Robin wouldn’t be the same.  If he wanted to take over, he needed to get the lay of the land—where the gangs were, who was calling the shots, who was unhappy about it.

And where the Bats were.

The Red Hood was going to make his big debut after he knew who all the players were.  Right now, Jason was skulking around in all-black gear, armor on, armed with blades instead of guns.  He didn’t plan on killing anyone.  Not yet.

But Jason felt uneasy almost instantly.

The whole city seemed to be holding its breath, the way it did after a major Rogue attack.  Jason had kept up with news of Gotham’s freakshow gallery, and there had been nothing for months.  Plenty of crime, but the big name players were lying low.  There should be no reason for people to act like they’d just gone through a fear toxin outbreak.

Jason was feeling very uneasy indeed.

The first inkling he had that something was off was the goons on the street.  While the gangs in Crime Alley changed territory like a penny changed hands, Jason had gotten used to seeing a few familiar faces.  Now, there were no familiar faces, only full-face masks and a lingering sense of malaise.

The second clue that something was wrong was the aftermath of destruction.  Gotham was a shit place for infrastructure at the best of times, but usually there wasn’t rubble lying on the streets, cordoned off by tattered tape, or gutted-out hollows of burnt buildings.  It looked like a full-scale war had erupted on the island.

And the last thing Jason needed to finish the creeping sense of something’s not right was the glimpse he’d gotten of Batman on patrol.  The Dark Knight swung through the air like a wraith and where Jason looked immediately for red-green-yellow—Replacement, target, how dare he take what’s mine—he found nothing.

No brightly colored shadow.

No joyful laugh.

Nothing but darkness.

Something was very, very wrong.

~#~

It took Jason a couple of days to figure out what had happened.  No one wanted to talk to him, not the semi-stranger nor the cloaked figure all in black.  Jason finally had to bare his face and find one of the working girls he’d known as a kid.  She’d been happy to fill him in, though she’d used a hushed voice the entire time.

A gang war in Gotham.  Boundary lines drawn all over the place.  Some loser calling himself the Black Mask and the False Face Society taking control in an awful five-day wave of violence and brutality.  And then…well, then the story got a little confusing.

No one had seen Robin since the incident.  Batman had apparently gone feral.  Black Mask was in prison with several broken bones.  Nightwing had showed up, permanently if the outrage from Bludhaven was anything to go by.  Word on the street was that Robin was dead.

Jason didn’t know whether to be pleased or not—the pretender was gone, but Jason was supposed to be the one to do it—when his train of thought was abruptly derailed.

“It’s just like last time,” rasped a girl with a too-old-for-her-face stare.  “Robin croaks it, Batman goes cuckoo.”

“What,” Jason said.

“The Bat was scary last time,” another girl shivered, hands rubbing her arms.  “You know he put Johnny in the hospital for trying to take some bread?”

“Hope he picks up another Robin soon,” muttered a girl with a resigned expression.

“No, Stella, you know they’re children, right?  How could you even say that—”

“Look, either we give the guy in a bat suit his emotional support child endangerment, or Batman’s going to become just as bad as his villains.  Who’s going to watch this city if everyone’s a freak?”

Jason slipped away from the group as the girls all began bickering, arguing over whether or not Batman needed a Robin, if Robin was even human in the first place, if they should just pack up and leave.  He didn’t want to listen to a fiercely indignant woman call Batman a child abuser while a darkly resigned one just shrugged her shoulders.

For some reason, when he’d made his own arguments, he’d felt…unique.  Special.  Like he was the only one who could see the truth.  Now—now he was remembering Gordon’s pinched face every time he saw Jason with an injury, all the news reporters that called Batman the worst thing that had happened to Gotham, the comments from Leaguers uncomfortable with child heroes.

Jason wasn’t entirely sure when he’d switched sides in the debate.

~#~

It took another week before Jason spotted Batman again.  His patrols were all over the place, no discernable pattern to them, but when he heard rumors of a planned bank robbery in the Diamond District, Jason knew where to go.

He arrived and found a nook on the rooftop across the street to watch the action.  Sure enough, Batman and Nightwing showed up moments after the alarm was tripped, and Jason watched them take down the would-be robbers.

Batman didn’t look crazy, his movements were as swift and economical as ever as he dismantled the operation, engaged the leader, and began punching him in the face again and again and again.  Jason stared, frozen to the spot with more than shock as he watched Batman pulverize a group of robbers for the crime of breaking into an empty store.

Nightwing secured his opponents and moved to intercede, trying to get between Batman and his victim.  Batman ignored him, and when Nightwing laid a hand on his arm to get him to stop, he flung the other vigilante back so hard Nightwing nearly stumbled into the street.

Nightwing didn’t move to intercept again.

Batman stopped when the man was no longer twitching, and dropped the body where it was, turning on his heel sharply to exit the scene.  Nightwing watched him go, and Jason could see the way the younger man crumpled in on himself as Batman walked away.  Hand over his face, Nightwing slowly went after him, every line of his body screaming of exhaustion.

Robin croaks it.

Jason’s breathing had gone tight and shallow.

Batman goes cuckoo.

In the back of his head, something was laughing.  Isn’t it a great joke, it said between giggles.  Isn’t it the greatest joke of all?

#my snippets #Jason’s plan to take over Crime Alley hunt down Robin and break Batman #runs into a few complications #mainly that someone’s beaten him to it. #(basically Robin!Tim is the one that Black Mask tortures/nearly kills and Jason arrives in the aftermath)

[envysparkler]

Hello!

I love your stories, they alway manage to make me feel happy and sad at the same time, and are great reading any time I'm too stuck in my head or life is super stessful.

If you're still finding fics, I was looking for a story in which Jason is back in the family, both as Jason and as Hood, but Dick somehow didn't know they are the same person, so he behaves super coldly to Good and ignores Jason thinking he's a Ln hallucination.

I though it might have been one of your stories, but I can't find it and it's driving me a bit crazy. Thank you so much in advance! And thanks for all the writing you publish, it's always a joy to see the notification 💕

It's one step forward!

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[envysparkler]

wait hold on!! are you and Greeneyedfirework the same person?? I mean I knew it was a similar writing style but I thought it was two different people!

#envy answers #greenie #what gave it away?

[envysparkler]

You are a fic finder, Dr Envy? Perhaps you can help me. I’m looking for a fic where Tim ends up with Barbara after Jason’s death instead of Bruce. I remember that when Tim’s parents are kidnapped, Barbara asks Bruce for help and he tells her it’s a low priority because he’s too busy chasing the Joker.

Also, I absolutely love your writing (especially your Tim&Jason works) and have most of your stories bookmarked and saved.

I swear I've read this fic and I keep seeing it pop up occasionally but I cannot seem to find it.

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