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Headcanon that the bats are the only people in Gotham who don’t know about Joker Junior.

The only people who know JJ’s identity are Bruce, Barbara, Jim Gordon, Joker himself, and Harley Quinn. Tim made Bruce promise not to tell Dick, and that continued when Jason came back, with him not wanting to be one of the older man’s triggers. The trend followed with Duke, Cass, Steph, and Damian, with him being more and more certain that if he told them, they would hate him.

Nothing lasts forever, though, and the batkids soon notice how differently Gotham treats Red Robin.

Rogues like Riddler, Harley, and Poison Ivy refrain from hurting him too much. Seasoned thugs quickly take away any electrocution devices from the newer ones, stating that “we don’t electrocute Red Robin”. When it comes to RR, Gotham’s citizens can get very peeved with the Bat.

The kids also notice the odd closeness between Jim, Babs, and Tim. Hell, there are times where they invite the older man to dinner and he goes off to whisper with Tim. The one time someone tried to subtly follow them, Babs stopped them in their tracks.

Everything comes to ahead when Dick goes deep into the bat computer archives for a case he assumes is tied to another. And lo and behold, he finds something titled Junior. He assumes that this is about a child villain and is curious, as the date tells him this happened while he was off in Bludhaven so many years ago.

It’s not.

He calls in the other bats(Tim is somewhere else) and they read through the files and watch the videos. God, the videos.

Dick is angry. Him and his siblings are fuming. Everything comes together and makes so much sense.

How some Gotham citizens treat RR differently. How Jim Gordon always makes sure RR is okay. How Babs knows how to calm Tim down better than anyone else. How Bruce always looks so guilty when he looks at Tim, a scarily similar look as the one he gives to Jason.

Their brother had been keepinh this secret for years, probably because he didn’t want them to hate them(Jason shakes his head furiously. “Stupid kid”.)

When Tim comes home, lo and behold with Babs, he immediately clocks onto their thoughts and makes a break for it. Babs blocks the door for everyone else. She says nothing.

Thats as far as I got.

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Quote from Scrubs

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Timothy Drake Wayne, youngest CEO, Times person of the year a year ago (you choose why), and all around impressive business individual is easily recognizable wherever he goes…so long as he’s in a suit. As a CEO Timothy is both a staunch professional and a blatant gen z kid which makes him somewhat beloved and well known by everyone across the county.

But then Tim is wandering around Gotham in a pair of jeans and a flannel over long sleeves and no body takes a second glance.

He’s sitting at the skatepark laughing at “Timothy Drake Wayne funniest moments” compilations with other skaters while they take a break and no one knows the video is about him.

Timothy has to take a public flight and the guy at security checks his ID and then looks up at Tim like “hey you have the same name as that one kid CEO.” And it takes everything in Tim’s power to not immediately respond with “that’s because he is me?” Instead he slaps on the biggest grin and says “what a weird coincidence.”

He’s dressed down sitting in first class because he’s not a heathen and he’s gonna be stuck in a suit for this entire conference. The entire time this lady next to him kept scoffing about his appearance and how he probably never worked for a thing in his life. About how the quality of this aircraft company is going down if they’re letting people like Tim occupy first class. Tim, meanwhile, immediately clocked this woman as the CFO of a company WE was considering partnership with. Lol, fat chance that goes through now.

Tim keeps a suit at Wayne Tower for the emergency meetings he sometimes gets called into. He’s heading into the building when the security of the visiting company shoves him out of the way cause they assume he’s some teen. Needless to say that when he walks into the conference room cleaned an suited up, he found complete delight on watching all the blood drain from their face.

Tim makes fun of Superman because he doesn’t even have to wear glasses to get away with his secret identity. He’s not even trying to hide and people still look over him in a crowd when he’s not in a suit.

Some shady company is trying to buy the skatepark Tim regularly visits and has bribed the GCPD to arrest kids for “loitering” or “trespassing.” Or something. Tim gets arrested one time, sends a snap selfie like “lol got arrested.” and then buys the land the skate park is on and also the company that tried to buy it to build a resort.

There is an entire hashtag full of selfies people have taken with a dressed down Tim out and about in Gotham all captioned with something like “lol, I found our favorite teenage CEO’s doppelgänger!”

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Batfam AU where Jason never dies, so Tim doesn't join the family the standard way. Instead, he continues pouring most of his time and energy into his photography, eventually becoming known as a popular photographer for events and all that. So now, picture this: Tim gets hired to be a photographer for a Wayne gala. Obviously, he's ecstatic, because he can take pictures of Batman, Robin and Nightwing and be in their presence for a whole night. Since Tim is so naturally talented in stealth and taking pictures unnoticed, the second one of the fam realises this they're like: this kid is good. Tim manages to go unnoticed by all 3 of them (all bat-trained, one literally batman) multiple times during the night, and even when he is noticed, he disappears before they can manage to get a good look at him; to the sheer amazement of Dick and Jason.

Jason, (very discreetly putting snacks in his suit pocket): i know you're under the table, kid.

Tim: don't mind me, Mr. Todd-Wayne, sir, just taking a few pictures

Jason: right... Jason's fine, and what pictures were you taking from under the table?!

Tim, showing him perfectly good shots of him: these.

Jason: how did you get that. it looks like you took it from the rafters

Tim, nodding: I did.

Jason, glancing at the ceiling: ...what?

Tim, gone:

Jason: no fucking way.

Dick, hearing a very, very faint camera shutter from behind him:

Dick, turning around and finding no one there: what the actual...

Dick, getting the feeling of being watched and whirling around to find Tim staring at him from across the room: ... huh.

Jason, pulling Dick aside: you see that kid too, right?!

Dick, nodding: the camera kid, yeah?

Jason: who is that.

Dick: he's one of the hired photographers, apparently. one of the best in his field, despite his age.

Jason: he's good. like, really good. snuck up on me 4 times already, the little bastard.

Dick: you too? i swear he's constantly watching. it's creepy how well he can sneak past both of us.

Jason:

Dick:

Jason: you don't think...

Dick: no. B would've told us.

Jason:

Dick:

Dick: did he get another kid and not tell us somehow

Bruce: what do you mean another kid?

Jason: you heard us. did you adopt another kid and not tell us?!

Bruce: no?? how would I even?? ... what's this about?

Dick: one of the photographers has managed to sneak up on both me and Jay multiple times already

Bruce: what.

Jason: he also can't be more than like. 15 or 16. so forgive us for assuming you took another one in.

Bruce: do you know his name?

Dick:

Jason:

Bruce: really?

Dick: in our defence, he's very hard to catch. i wouldn't be surprised if he's snuck up on you, too.

[camera shutter noise]

All of them, whipping their heads toward the sound only to find nothing but air:

Tim, smiling from the other side of the room:

Jason: do you see what we mean?!

Cue an entire night of shenanigans where it's just Dick, Jason and Bruce trying to catch Tim and learn about him. Upon finding out who he is and where he lives, Dick immediately asks to keep him as an honorary member of the family. Jason is hesitant at first but at some point Tim calls Bruce Batman instead of Mr. Wayne on accident and Jason laughs so hard he's basically won over. Bruce can do nothing but watch as Tim proceeds to come over almost every night for sleepovers and is coddled by both of his sons. And he can't deny, the kid's investigation and stealth skills are top tier. By the time Dick and Jason both start referring to Tim as 'their younger brother' Bruce has just accepted his fate.

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considering the manor is completely massive and the only person who spends more than a few consecutive hours there at a time is probably Alfred, i think it would be funny if after the pit, Jason decides after everything he's been through that he can't be bothered to do the whole revenge thing, or sort out safe houses or get an apartment and instead just decides to kill the joker himself and just... secretly go home.

like, as long as he kept an ear out to make sure he wasn't eating in the dining room when Bruce comes down, he could probably get away with walking around without ever being caught. Alfred would find out, i assume, but i think knowing how complicated Jasons emotions towards Bruce are right now, he'd keep it quiet and just be happy that the one other person he trusts to leave alone in the kitchen is finally back. And then, of course, there's the kids.

Damian knew from the beginning. Not because he's especially observant, but because this is his big brother from the league and the first night he spent at the manor Jason crawled through his window in full Red Hood gear and told him not to snitch. Considering that in the league Jason once snuck up behind Ra's and shaved a strip of hair off the back of his head, Damian decides there's far stupider shit the guy could be doing and leaves it be.

Tim finds out next. admittedly, the only reason he finds out is because Jason thought he knew and just stopped attempting to avoid him. in reality, what happened was Tim, having not slept for three days and living off nothing but spite and coffee, accidentally walked in on Jason cooking in the middle of the night, and immediately wrote it off as a hallucination. Jason, seeing Tim find him in the manor and not react badly, decided that 'oh, the replacement must just be chill i guess' and mentally pencilled him in as another person in the building that he can be seen by. it came to a head when a few days later Damian was forced by Jason to invite Tim out with them on their weekly 'eat junk food and talk shit about the rest of the family' outings, since he was a part of the group now. Tim cries.

Dick only finds out because Tim and Damian keep forgetting that Jason isn't supposed to be talked about in public. there comes a point where Tim rips Dick's favourite sweater and when Dick confronts him about it, Tim panics and blurts out 'it wasn't me, must have been jason!', and upon seeing Dick's face, Damian smacks him and grumbles 'good job Drake, now we have to show him Todd or he'll cry again.'. Jason is not overly happy when he sneaks through his bedroom window after going out as Red Hood and finds a sobbing Dick sat on his bed, Tim staring at the ground looking very ashamed while Damian straight face points at Tim to make it clear that this was Not His Fault.

after realising literally everyone in the house sans Bruce knows he's there, Jason decides to just. stop hiding. the fact is that he wasn't trying that hard in the first place, and Bruce still didn't have a clue, so he kinda wants to see how long it takes the 'world's greatest detective' to realise his dead kid is just. back.

so he stops hiding. starts showing up for family meals, starts being more friendly with the bats as Red Hood, and they all wait to see what finally tips Bruce off.

they forget how fucking stupid this man can be.

because if Jason had gone up to Bruce and done some sort of dramatic or emotional reveal then sure, Bruce would be shocked. he'd freak out. but the fact is that Bruce has both Batman and Brucie Wayne to keep up with. He's barely paying attention to his own feet while walking, let alone the people around him.

so when Jason starts showing up and acting like nothings changed, and literally nobody else in the house acts like anything's different either? Bruce straight up forgets that Jason's supposed to be dead. His mind just registers 'oh there are his kids, fighting like usual', and forgets to take in whether or not those kids are SUPPOSED to be ALIVE.

the kids find it fucking fascinating. Jason can actually have conversations with Bruce at the dinner table, and Bruce doesn't even realise that this is a wild fucking thing to be happening. Tim starts laughing at him and Bruce gets confused, only making the poor kid laugh harder. Jason just can't believe he actually bothered putting effort into hiding when he first came back. Damian's respect for his father diminishes every day.

it becomes a game, to see how far it will go. at one point Dick straight up asks who was better as Robin, him or Jason, in an attempt to jog his memory, and Bruce without looking up from the batcomputer goes 'you were both equally good, stop trying to start competitions with your brother'. Dick throws his hands up in the air and Jason, who has been sat on top of his own fucking memorial case to watch this shit show for the past 20 minutes, slow claps.

it's only after like a month of this that half way through a casual family breakfast, Damian asks Jason to pass him the orange juice or something, and Bruce finally has the fucking moment of

he never lives it down.

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I feel like Dick and Damian definitely do regard each other as father and son to a certain extent but in a way that is so tied to Bruce's "death" that they'll never actually say it. Damian will just keep referring to Dick as his Batman, a role that has only ever meant father to him, and Dick will refer to Damian as his Robin, a name that has only ever meant son.

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6 degrees of separation

#dc #Jason Todd #bruce wayne #robin!jason #ouch #i love this #and it hurts

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i love the idea of the batfam wearing each other's merch cause like. i know they'd be petty about it. usually they'd wear their siblings merch in (kinda) equal rotations, but they'd change it up depending on sibling squabbles or sibling favours. Tim, walking into the kitchen in a Red Hood shirt: Dick: TIM!? Tim: what Dick: it's Tuesday. you always wear Nightwing merch on Tuesdays. Tim: oh. Tim: you stole my last granola bar, last week. Steph, looking for something in Jason's room: JASON WHY DO YOU HAVE EVERYONE'S MERCH BUT MINE?! Jason, peeking into the room: i have your merch. in the trash. Steph: WHY Jason: you hit me with a blue shell in mario kart last game night. i'm never forgiving you. Damian, sporting a full-on Red Robin hoodie: Tim: woah. what brought this on? you usually only exclusively wear Batman or Nightwing merch Damian: you helped me take that splinter out of Alfred's paw yesterday. Richard on the other hand has recently messed up my painting palette. Dick, from the other room: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! Damian: he'll get over it. Cass, wearing Nightwing merch for the 5th day in a row: Jason: goddamn. what did Dickie do to get in your good graces like this? Cass, smiling: he made me a flower crown Jason: ... that's it? Cass: it was a very nice flower crown. Dick, buying seven Signal shirts: One for everyone. Duke, behind him: Dick, you really don't-- Dick: shhhh, sunshine. everyone will love your new merch. (they all wore exclusively Signal merch for a week straight) Bruce isn't allowed to change up his rotation or not wear someone's merch because he immediately gets accused of playing favourites. He'd rather keep some of his sanity, thank you.

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Damian has two modes

walks off excruciating pain because he's a big strong boy and is very capable father

starts losing during a spar and drops dead

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i dream of getting out (you're on your own kid ch. 2)

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There was no question about it. Percy was definitely cursed. He wasn’t sure who to blame, but there definitely had to be someone out there to blame, right? Someone other than him calling the wrong shots and getting him into these situations. He’d never really been into that whole ‘higher power’ crap. Mostly ‘cause the one time his mom took him to a church thing, he couldn’t focus. And the nuns yelled at him. Nuns are scary. But that didn’t really matter right now. Because right now, Percy was being followed by some dude through an unfamiliar part of Gotham. If he was smarter, Percy would’ve stayed in the safety of Crime Alley (and isn’t that a sentence) where he could just call for Red Hood. He trusted Hood, and he knew that the guy would at least try to help him. They may not be close or anything, but Red Hood protected kids. Everyone, especially everyone in Crime Alley, knew that. But here, outside of Hood’s territory, Percy felt hopeless. He didn’t know these streets like he knew New York’s. Or even Crime Alley. Turning with the alley, Percy sucks in a breath as he realizes- he’s trapped. Spinning on his heel, he turns and scans the area, trying desperately to find a fire escape or something that could help him. His eyes widen as the guy rounds the corner.

“Hey, kid. You look lost. Need some help?” The guy asks him, and Percy frowns. He was pretty sure he didn’t look that naïve. The guy’d been following him for too long to be anyone with good intentions. Literally everyone would know that. Realizing he’s taken too long to answer, Percy shakes his head and squares his shoulders in an attempt to look bigger than he is.

“I’m fine.” He says simply. The guy laughs, but it’s not like his mom’s laugh was. It feels closer to Gabe’s laugh, and Percy clenches his fists. He really shouldn’t have left Crime Alley.

“C’mon, kid, just let me help you. Come with me and we’ll grab something to eat.” He says. Percy shakes his head. Even if the dude wasn’t trying to kidnap him- which Percy found unlikely- he wasn’t about to be in debt to some creepy ass guy who stalked him around Gotham.

“I’m good. I’m just gonna-” Percy tries to make his way around the man, but he reaches out and grabs Percy’s arm with a bruising force. Immediately, Percy starts to thrash about and tries to break free. “Hey, help! Someone!” The man moves one of his hands over Percy’s mouth to smother the sound of Percy’s cries.

“Couldn’t just do this the easy way, could you, you little shit.” The man complains, struggling to keep hold of him. Percy jerks back roughly enough that he’s able to stumble back a few steps.

“Red Hood!” He yells, hoping that maybe, just maybe, the vigilante had taken a trip outside of his territory. The man snarls and grabs Percy by the back of his hair, making him yelp. Before he can try and fight back more, the man slams his head against the ground. Percy cries out as the pain makes stars dance in his vision. Another slam of his head, and the world fades from view.

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Percy blinks awake, then regrets it immediately- the dull throb in his head sharpening the moment his eyes hit the light. Groaning, he quickly shuts his eyes again, taking a steadying breath before cracking his eyes open again. He opens them slowly, trying really hard to focus past the pounding in his head. Struggling, he pushes himself up as carefully as he can. His whole body ached, and it probably had something to do with the concrete floor he’d woken up on. Sitting back on his heels, Percy takes in his surroundings and tries not to panic. There were at least a dozen other kids, all of them in cages. Shit. A door slams open and the other kids all scurry to the backs of their cages. Percy, however, stays where he was and shoots a glare at the man walking in. It was the same guy from the alley, and the fact that he hadn’t covered his face didn’t feel like a positive sign for Percy.

“Looks like Sleeping Beauty is finally awake. Wasn’t sure how long it’d take after you got that little bump on your head. You feeling alive again?” The man asks with a smirk.

“Feeling peachy.” Percy says, crossing his arms. He was terrified, but he didn’t want this guy to know that. Didn’t wanna give him the satisfaction. The man smirks before lunging forward, and Percy can’t help but flinch back. The man laughs, shaking his head as Percy mentally says every single curse word he could think of.

“And I’m sure you’ll feel even better once you’re outta Gotham.” The guy adds before turning and walking back the way he came. Percy drops back down to his butt and tries really hard to take deep breaths. He’d really messed up this time, and there wasn’t anything he could do but hope that someone was looking for at least some of the kids in the room. They were still in Gotham, which was a plus. It meant there was still a chance that the Bats would find them. Not that Percy really had anyone looking for him, but he did kinda have a tiny bit of hope that Red Hood would miss him. Or at least think about where he might be, since Percy almost always saw Red Hood at least once while the guy was patrolling Crime Alley And he’d hung out with the vigilante on the roofs a couple times. Percy knew that the guy had some serious rules in place to protect the kids of Crime Alley, and he really hoped that the protection would extend to dumb new Crime Alley kids who were running around the wrong part of Gotham in the middle of the night.

“Hey, kid, you got anyone looking for you out there?” One of the other kids calls out. Percy shakes his head, moving to press his back against the back of his cage. He pulls his knees up into his chest, trying hard to ignore the ache as he realizes how alone he really is.

“No. No one.”

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Percy does his best to ignore the crying and talking from the other kids. There were a couple a little older than him, and they were clearly trying to make the younger ones feel better. Personally, Percy thought it was ridiculous for them to even try. The only bright side was that it seemed like most of the other kids weren’t in the same ‘living alone in Gotham’ boat that he was in. Probably half of them were certain that their parents would be looking for them right now, and the other half figured their parents would eventually look for them. Percy does his best to shove down the jealousy. Not like it would do any good stuck in a place like this. Just as he starts to nod off, loud thuds and screams, accompanied by gunshots, sound in the other room. Percy does his best to curl into himself in an attempt to shield himself. He wasn’t sure how many people were working with the guy who’d grabbed him, but it sounded like they’d all gotten into an argument. And Percy did not want to be collateral damage. The door slams open and Percy flinches back, squeezing his eyes shut as some of the other kids shout in surprise.

Percy had expected screams of terror or pain or something, so when the other kids start cheering and crying, he risks cracking an eye open. The sight of Batman and Nightwing weaving around the cages, carefully opening them and helping the kids out, lets him finally take a deep breath again. They were okay. Percy uncurls and inches towards the door of his cage so that he could run the second it was opened.

“Shit.” A familiar mechanized voice echoes throughout the room, and Percy’s attention snaps towards the voice. He wants to cry. He’s relieved and exhausted and is finally not terrified. But he also doesn’t wanna cry in front of one of the only people who still willingly talks to him.

“Hiya, Hood. Little far from Crime Alley, aren’t ya?” Percy chirps, forcing a grin on his face. Red Hood unfreezes and rushes over, using his gun to break the lock off the cage that Percy was trapped in. He throws the cage door open and then backs up, giving Percy space to get out by himself. He scrambles out, wincing at the fact that he seemed to have Red Hood’s undivided attention. And the vigilante was silent. “Are uh, are you gonna yell at me?” Percy finally asks, and Hood splutters.

“Am I- you- Jesus christ, kid.” A long hissing sound comes from the helmet, a sound that Percy was pretty sure was just the guy letting out a really long exhale. “You’re not in trouble, Percy. You were almost- what happened to your head?”

“Is he injured? Ambulances should be here in five minutes, but we’ve got emergency stuff and there’s a full medkit in the Batmobile.” Nightwing rambles, appearing at Red Hood’s shoulder. Percy takes a step back, panic whelming up. He did not just escape traffickers to get put back into the system by Nightwing. Hood seems to notice Percy’s panic, and moves himself in front of Percy.

“Give the kid a break, Wing. He’s one of the Alley kids. I’ll check his head out and then take him back.” Red Hood says, and Nightwing frowns.

“I really don’t think-”

“C’mon, Wing. Hasn’t the poor kid been through enough for one night?” Red Hood asks, and Percy watches, impressed, as Nightwing sighs and agrees.

“Fine, but you better get the kid outta here before B notices you ignoring protocol like this.” He says.

“Since when do I give a shit about his protocol?” Red Hood asks, but he nods at Percy and guides him towards the room where the gunshots had come from. He pauses at the door, and Percy looks up at him.

“What?” He asks.

“Would you promise me to close your eyes and let me guide you outta here?” The vigilante asks. Percy starts to argue, then considers what he might have to see on the other side of the door and nods slowly. Red Hood had never done anything to make him not trust him. And he was kinda the only person Percy actually felt like he trusted at this point. Maybe he’d regret it one day, but he really didn’t think he would.

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i didn't choose this town (you're on your own kid, ch. 1)

Look. He didn’t ask to be stuck in some scummy city in New Jersey of all places. If it was up to him, he’d still be in his mom’s apartment in New York, in the only home he’d ever known. But that was over. And he could never go back. Smelly Gabe would never let him back, not now that his mom was gone. And he definitely wasn’t gonna go back into foster care. Both of the houses he’d been in since getting to Gotham had been pretty bad. Like cigarette burns on his clothes and no dinner during the weekend bad. But that was fine. Percy was a New Yorker, and more importantly, he was a Jackson. He was more than capable of taking care of himself. Besides, it was New Jersey. He wasn’t going to let it best him.

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Percy glares at the dog sized rat in front of him.

“Look, man, back off. This is my food.” He says, frowning at the animal. It hisses at him. Honest to god, the rat hisses at him. Percy jumps back, holding the sandwich higher up. Can rats jump that high? He glances at the fire escape ladder, noting how far off the ground it was. Sticking the sandwich in his mouth, he sprints over to it and jumps, just barely pulling himself up before the rat leaps and bites at where his ankles had been moments before. Grinning, Percy takes the sandwich out of his mouth and nods down at the rat. “Later, asshole!” He calls before scurrying up the ladder and flopping onto the roof. Letting out a huff, he stands and saunters over to the opposite edge and sits.

Letting his legs dangle off the roof, Percy takes a small bite of his sandwich as he glances out over the city. It was no New York, but it was his home now. He’d probably never make it back to New York, not until he was old enough to live by himself. Too many people would ask questions in New York, if they saw him wandering the streets. No one in Gotham cared though. Made it easy enough to do what he wants. Also made it a little lonely, but Percy was getting used to it. Just as he’s shoving the last bit of his sandwich in his mouth, there’s a big thud behind him. He whirls around, gripping onto the ledge for stability. He wasn’t really in the mood to fall off a roof. Tilting his head at the man, he turns around completely and plants his legs back onto the roof. All else failed, he’d make a run for the fire escape.

“This your roof or something?” He asks, trying to sound tougher than he felt. The man was…intimidating. He was way taller than Percy, with a red helmet and visible weapons and Percy felt uneasy. A staticy snort escapes the man, making Percy’s hand twitch.

“You’re in Crime Alley, kid. All of these roofs are mine.” He says, his stance loose.

“Crime Alley? Who named it that?” Percy asks, frowning. It seemed like a way to just invite trouble. The man’s head tilts to the side, and Percy has the feeling that the man is studying him for some reason. And whatever he’s trying to find, he doesn’t.

“You’re not from around here, are you kid?” Percy stays quiet. “You visiting Gotham with your parents or something?” The man adds, and Percy grits his teeth. He couldn’t answer. Couldn’t risk getting pulled back into the Gotham Foster System. Not again.

“Y’know, I’m really not supposed to be talking to strangers. So, uh, thanks for letting me know that this is your roof, but I’ll just be headed out now.” He says, starting to move in a big arc around the man, towards the fire escape. The man clears his throat, or that’s what Percy thinks he does, and Percy pauses.

“Look, I wasn’t trying to scare you or anything. But if you are new and you are sticking around, you gotta know that this area isn’t safe at night. Try and hole up somewhere if you can.” He says. Percy nods. Obviously this place wasn’t safe. Between the rat from earlier and the dodgy guys he’d avoided trying to get the sandwich, he knew that. But he guessed it was pretty nice of the guy to tell him.

“Totally. Uh, thanks Mr…” Percy raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“Red Hood.”

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Percy shivers, wrapping his arms around himself. He really needed to find a coat. Or even a heavier jacket. He’d been running around Gotham (mostly Crime Alley) for a little over a month. Honestly, he was pretty proud of himself. Gabe had always said that Percy was a wimp, but he’d been surviving on his own in one of the most dangerous cities in the US. He didn’t really wanna see the man ever again, but he also kinda wanted to rub it in his face. Well, if he could find a way to keep warm that is. He’d been living in an abandoned fire station, but he still didn’t have enough blankets or anything to get through actual winter. He’d probably have to try and pickpocket some more. He didn’t really like doing it, but he was small and people tended to not notice him. And he never tried anything with the people in Crime Alley. He knew better than that.

“Little cold to be hanging on rooftops.” Red Hood says, his boots thudding with every step as he walks towards Percy. He’d discovered early on that the man could be silent when he walked. But after Percy had almost fallen off a roof twice, the man had taken to making noise when he saw him. Percy shrugs.

“Not like I’ve got anything better to do.” He says. The man tosses something at him and Percy reacts immediately, snatching it out of the air before frowning. “What’s this?” He asks. The man shrugs.

“Just a hoodie and some more socks.” Hood says.

“You said-”

“I agreed not to give you food, kid. Never made any promises about clothes.” Hood says, and Percy can practically hear the smirk in the man’s voice. Percy’s stomach churns uncomfortably. It’s not that he didn’t want to accept the hoodie. He did. But he also hated the idea of owing someone anything. Nothing in the world was free, no matter what anyone told you. Percy’s grip on the plastic bag tightens as he tries to figure out a way to decline the clothes that won’t seem too ungrateful. “If it makes you feel better, I didn’t go out and buy them.” Hood says.

“What?” Percy asks, the mental image of Hood grabbing someone’s clothes off a laundry line popping into his head for some reason.

“The socks were a donation I picked up from one of the shelters I check in at.”

“Oh.” Percy says, some of the weight of debt lifting off his shoulders. Hood nods.

“Yeah, and the uh, the hoodie is a hand me down. Hope you don’t mind.” He adds. Percy’s eyes widen.

“It’s yours?” He asks, the worry shooting through him once again. Hood shakes his head.

“No, not anymore. There’s no way it’d fit me now. But it’s getting colder, and you need something. It was that or throw it out.” Hood says. Percy falters again for a moment before tugging the hoodie out of the bag. It was thicker than he’d expected, and the faded Wonder Woman symbol on the front made him smile a bit. He’d used to be a big fan of heroes. Back before his mom died. Pushing down the wave of grief, he lets his resolve falter and tugs the hoodie on, making sure to keep the hood on to warm his ears. It helps immediately, and he glances over at Red Hood, relieved for the first time that he couldn’t see the man’s face. He’d definitely caved way too quick, but it saved him from another cold night, so it was mostly worth it.

“Thank you.” Percy says, pulling the ends of the sleeves up so that his hands would poke out. Hood nods.

“‘Course. You know how to find me if you need anything, right?” He asks, and Percy nods. He’d learned pretty quickly after their first meeting that Red Hood cared about keeping kids safe. ‘Specially kids like Percy who were on their own. “Good. Look after yourself, okay kid?”

“Always do.” Percy says cheerily, saluting the man before turning and scurrying down the fire escape. Time to head home.

---

Percy was screwed. He’d managed to make himself comfortable in the City of Crime, and had let his guard slip. And now he was gonna pay for that mistake. Somehow, he hadn’t managed to see any major bad guy attacks in the almost three months he’d been in Gotham. He should’ve known that couldn’t last. Darting into the first warehouse he sees, Percy runs to a corner and tries to calm his frantic heartbeat. His vision already looked weird on the sides, and he really wished he would’ve found a mask or something sooner like Red Hood had told him ages ago. But he hadn’t, and some dude with a freaking sack on his head had sprayed some crap in his face.

“Well, look at what we have here. Genius boy came crawling back.” Gabe grunts, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Percy’s eyes widen and he tries to scramble back even more.

“I, no. I didn’t- how did you-”

“Can’t even talk right, can you? Must be why your mom left you with me.” Gabe taunts, pointing his cigarette at Percy. He could feel the phantom pains of the burns on his arm, as well as the not so phantom tears rolling down his face.

“My mom didn’t wanna leave me.” He says, his voice shaking. His mom didn’t choose to die, she never would have left him. Right? Gabe snorts.

“Yeah, sure, kid. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He says, and Percy can’t help the flinch as the man steps closer to him. He’d never liked Gabe. Ever. But he’d never told his mom that, never thought there’d be a day where he was left alone with the man. And now-

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Percy says, his voice sounding much stronger than he felt. Gabe smirks.

“You don’t have a choice, brain boy. You’re stuck with me. I’m all the family you’ve got.” The man steps forward so that he’s toe to toe with Percy, and the stench immediately invades his senses. Before he can protest, Gabe’s hand shoots out and grabs Percy’s wrist. He immediately pulls back, trying desperately to tug himself away. He didn’t want to go back with Gabe. He couldn’t go back there. Not without his mom.

“Please, no! Let me go! I don’t wanna go, please!” Percy pleads, his breathing getting faster as he tries to get free. A sharp pain in his neck makes him gasp before the world around him goes black.

---

A constant beeping wakes Percy up, and he immediately begins to panic. The walls were a sterile white, and he recognized the universal layout of a hospital room. He couldn’t be here. He really couldn’t be here. His eyes dart around the room, trying to take in everything he might need to know before trying to make a break for it. He frowns at the man slumped in a chair across the room. He didn’t look like the usual DFC worker. The guy was in regular jeans and a sweatshirt, his dark hair much messier than the usual business-like people that Percy had talked to back when his mom first died. But if he wasn’t part of DFC, then who was he? Before he can even attempt to get himself out of the bed, a woman in scrubs walks in, smiling softly at him.

“Look who’s up! How’re you feeling sweetheart?” She asks quietly. It didn’t really matter though, because the second she started talking the guy on the chair jumped up and started blinking rapidly. The nurse raises an eyebrow. “Alright there, Mr. Grayson?” She adds. The man nods, rolling his shoulders before dropping back down into the chair, giving Percy a small smile. Percy’s eyebrows furrow as he turns back to the nurse.

“Sorry, why am I here?” He asks, frowning.

“You were dosed with fear toxin. Nightwing administered the antidote, then passed you off to Mr. Grayson.” She explains. Percy raises an eyebrow. Nightwing, the vigilante, passed him off to some random guy?

“I’m a police officer in Blüdhaven.” The man in the chair speaks up. “I’ve worked with the bats a few times, so it’s not like Nightwing was just passing you off to the first person he saw.” Percy nods slowly.

“Right.” He says. The nurse finishes checking his vitals before giving him another smile.

“I know you must be missing your parents terribly. Do you know their numbers? We could try and call them for you.” She offers, and Percy feels the color drain from his face. This was not good. He was definitely going to end up back in the system. Or worse. With Gabe.

“They uh, don’t have cellphones and our voicemail is usually full. It’d probably be better to call later.” Percy blurts out, trying to ignore the way Mr. Grayson was intently staring at him. The nurse frowns.

“Are you sure, honey? I’m sure they’re worried sick-”

“They both work really weird shifts, so uh, they probably didn’t realize I was even out. But we can definitely call them later.” Percy says. The nurse’s frown doesn’t fade, but she eventually nods before walking out of the room. Percy lets his shoulders slump as he lets out a breath. One worried adult down, one to go.

“Are you afraid of how your parents are going to react?” Mr. Grayson asks, his voice softer than it had been earlier. Percy blinks at the man.

“Huh?” He says, intelligently.

“Your parents, bud. Are you- are you afraid of what they’re going to do when they find out what happened?” Mr. Grayson asks, a concerned look on his face and-oh. Oh. Percy shakes his head rapidly.

“No, they really are just hard to get a hold of.” Percy says. Mr. Grayson opens his mouth, probably to question him more, but Percy cuts him off. “Could you- do you know if I’m allowed to have food? I’m kinda hungry.” He says. It was the only thing he could think of that would get the man to actually leave the room. The man’s face softens immediately.

“I can go ask for you. Anything specific sound good?” He asks. Percy swallows, feeling a little bad for the disappearing act he’s about to pull.

“A burger?” He asks, and the man smiles.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He promises before leaving the room, the door swinging shut behind him. Percy swings his legs off the bed, trying hard to push down the nausea swirling in his stomach. He’d lucked out that they didn’t have him plugged into anything besides an IV. It hurt, but it wasn’t a big deal to pull that out himself. Glancing around the room, he spots his shoes and his Wonder Woman hoodie that Red Hood gave him. Slipping both on, he takes a deep breath before stepping towards the door. Hopefully, they didn’t have much on him. He really didn’t need people actually looking for him. Cracking the door open, Percy glances out of his room. He could see Mr. Grayson at the desk right across from his room talking to the nurses, and to the right, a door with a huge exit sign above it. Shaking out his hands, Percy takes one moment to ground himself before he moves silently towards the door. He’d gotten good at sneaking around, since he’d been living in Crime Alley. It was easier that way. Fewer ways to get hurt. Miraculously, he manages to slip out of the door and into a lobby without Mr. Grayson or his nurse spotting him.

“Young man, watch where you’re going.” An older nurse huffs as Percy almost runs into her. His cheeks flush red.

“Sorry.” He mutters, continuing past her and out the doors at the other end of the lobby. He takes in a deep breath of the (not so fresh) Gotham air, his shoulders finally relaxing. But he didn’t stop moving. He couldn’t. Not until he made it back to the safety of Crime Alley, the place he’d definitely started to think of as home.

---

That night, Percy climbs onto the roof of the abandoned fire station and stares at the sky. He was sure there were stars up there. He’d heard about them in school all the time, but he’d never lived anywhere where he could actually see them. He wasn’t sure if he’d like them, if he was being honest. So used to the lights of cities and the noise that came with it, he wasn’t exactly eager to ever go somewhere without all of that. A thud brings him out of his thoughts, but he doesn’t turn to look.

“Hey, Hood.” He says, tucking his knees close to his chest. He was definitely in for a lecture from the guy.

“You okay, kid?” Hood asks instead of launching into the lecture that Percy had expected. Hmm. But maybe that was expecting too much. After all, Hood had a million street kids he looked out for. He didn’t have the time to know what happened to each of them, or care enough to lecture them for making dumb choices.

“Yep.” Percy says simply. Hood hums, the noise coming out more static than anything. Percy glances at him and raises an eyebrow.

“So you didn’t get dosed with fear toxin yesterday?” Hood asks, and Percy’s eyes widen. He did know.

“Who told you that?” Percy asks, before shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter anyway, I’m fine.” Hood snorts, dropping onto the roof beside him and dropping a bag of fast food between them.

“Sure you are.” He says, before tugging his helmet off. Percy inhales sharply and turns before he sees the man’s face.

“Dude, what-”

“I still have a mask on, kid.” Hood chuckles, and Percy blinks at the lack of static in the man’s voice. Slowly, he turns and relaxes at the domino still in place on the man’s face.

“Scared the shit outta me.” Percy grumbles.

“Language.” Hood says, then frowns. “Ignore me. Can’t believe I said that.” Percy snorts, then glances at the bag of food between them. “Go ahead, kid. I’ve got enough burgers and fries for the both of us. Guy at Batburger gave me extra for saving his cat last week.” Hood adds. Percy frowns, but tentatively reaches for the food. He didn’t have the energy to try and scrounge for food today, not after everything that happened yesterday with the fear toxin crap.

“Thanks, Hood.” Percy says quietly before taking a huge bite of the burger. It was still warm.

“No problem, kid.” Hood says. And Percy glances at him, decides to trust the guy just a little more.

“Percy. My name’s Percy.”

Next

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#percy jackon and the olympians #batman #crossover #jason todd #dick grayson #percy jackson #kid percy jackson #ao3 #red hood is a worried mother hen but tries not to let it show #smelly gabe sucks but what's new #percy doesn't know he's a demigod #this will obviously cause problems #hurt/comfort #sally jackson is dead oops #i'm sorry sally

[marauderundercover]

it still hurts underneath my scars

by Undercover_fangirl

Jason is back. Neither he nor Marinette know how to feel about this fact.

Words: 1275, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of sad, beautiful, tragic love affair

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Jason Todd

Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Jason Todd

Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Bittersweet, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Needs a Hug, NO ONE GETS A HUG, not yet anyway, Angst, Discord: Maribat Get In Civil War Event, MGI Civil War, MGI civil war 2024, Implied/Referenced Attempted Suicide, Mild Language

Mon, 19 Feb 2024 04:55:55 +0100 https://archiveofourown.org/works/53908417

[marauderundercover]

perfect for my WIPs!

Some of my favorite words and phrases to describe a character in pain

coiling (up in a ball, in on themselves, against something, etc)

panting (there’s a slew of adjectives you can put after this, my favorites are shakily, weakly, etc)

keeling over (synonyms are words like collapsing, which is equally as good but overused in media)

trembling/shivering (additional adjectives could be violently, uncontrollably, etc)

sobbing (weeping is a synonym but i’ve never liked that word. also love using sob by itself, as a noun, like “he let out a quiet sob”)

whimpering (love hitting the wips with this word when a character is weak, especially when the pain is subsiding. also love using it for nightmares/attacks and things like that)

clinging (to someone or something, maybe even to themselves or their own clothes)

writhing/thrashing (maybe someone’s holding them down, or maybe they’re in bed alone)

crying (not actual tears. cry as in a shrill, sudden shout)

dazed (usually after the pain has subsided, or when adrenaline is still flowing)

wincing (probably overused but i love this word. synonym could be grimacing)

doubling-over (kinda close to keeling over but they don’t actually hit the ground, just kinda fold in on themselves)

heaving (i like to use it for describing the way someone’s breathing, ex. “heaving breaths” but can also be used for the nasty stuff like dry heaving or vomiting)

gasping/sucking/drawing in a breath (or any other words and phrases that mean a sharp intake of breath, that shite is gold)

murmuring/muttering/whispering (or other quiet forms of speaking after enduring intense pain)

hiccuping/spluttering/sniffling (words that generally imply crying without saying crying. the word crying is used so much it kinda loses its appeal, that’s why i like to mix other words like these in)

stuttering (or other general terms that show an impaired ability to speak — when someone’s in intense pain, it gets hard to talk)

staggering/stumbling (there is a difference between pain that makes you not want to stand, and pain that makes it impossible to stand. explore that!)

recoiling/shrinking away (from either the threat or someone trying to help)

pleading/begging (again, to the threat, someone trying to help, or just begging the pain to stop)

Feel free to add your favorites or most used in the comments/reblogs!

[marauderundercover]

Babies??

Marinette blinks at the toddler Jason was holding (badly) in his arms. She’d left her boyfriend alone for one patrol. One. It wasn’t even technically morning yet. Not even a full patrol had gone by. And yet. 

“Do I even want to ask why you have a baby?” She asks, tiredly. Jason winces. 

“Okay, so it’s not what it looks like.” He starts and she groans. 

“Jay! What did you do?” 

“It wasn’t met! Well, I mean, I’m the one who brought him back here, but the kid told me at the start of patrol that he was technically benched. And I didn’t really wanna get lectured for letting the kid stay out instead of sending him back.” He rambles, and Marinette frowns. 

“Are you- Jason, babe, love of my life, are you telling me that the toddler in your hands is one of your brothers?” She asks, already feeling the migraine coming on. Jason nods solemnly. 

“Yeah. And I’m pretty sure he’s not potty trained.” He says, glancing at the toddler. Who had been scarily quiet since Jason brought him in. Marinette frowns as that realization sets in, stepping closer to the two. She tilts her head, looking into the eyes as she tries to figure out which of her boyfriend’s brothers had had the misfortune of turning into a baby again. 

“Tim?” She says quietly. The toddler grins, his mouth full of tiny little baby teeth. Holding out her arms, Marinette grins as Tim leans towards her. Taking him from Jason, she cuddles him close to her. She’d heard things about Tim’s childhood. And not that she would ever say it aloud to the kid, but she often thought about how lucky Jack and Janet were that they didn’t live long enough for her to give them a piece of her mind. 

“So, uh, what do we do? Most of the kids I’ve ever watched are like, a lot older than this.” Jason asks nervously. Marinette walks into the kitchen and grabs a piece of paper off the notepad from the fridge. 

“I’ll write a list of supplies for you to go get. Any idea how long he’s gonna be like this?” She asks. Jason shakes his head. 

“No, it was some sorcerer. I could ask B, but…it’d kinda feel like betraying the kid at this point.” He says. Marinette raises an eyebrow, handing him the list. 

“Are you sure that it has nothing to do with the fact that both of you would be getting a huge lecture?” She asks. Jason opens his mouth to argue, then snaps it shut and sighs. 

“Okay, yes. You caught me. Will you watch him so I can go get this stuff?” He asks. Marinette nods, pulling him down to give him a quick kiss. 

“Of course, love. I’ll be here.” She says, turning her attention to the toddler patting her cheek. She grins at him, scrunching her face to make him giggle. Spinning around a little with a laugh, she freezes when she realizes that Jason has frozen by the door, staring at her with a dopey look on his face instead of leaving to get the supplies. 

“Jay?” She says, concerned that maybe the sorcerer got him with something too. 

“We should have one of these one day.” He says, nodding at Tim. Her eyes widen, and his do as well as his words register his face turns bright red. “I’ll be back soon!” He says, turning and rushing out the door. Marinette stays, frozen in the middle of the living room, shocked. Blinking, she looks down at Tim. 

“Well. That just happened.”

#maribat #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat jason todd #jasonette #mgi civil war 2024

[marauderundercover]

Apparently, despite it being the same music and there being no outside distractions (I live alone), I can focus a MILLION times better if the music is coming through headphones and not my TV. I wrote close to 5k words today (didn't publish them all, but it's still a start) after not being able to write much at a time for months. Anyway, that's my ramble of the day

#rambles #it's definitely the neurodivergency #nice to know though

[marauderundercover]

So uh, I've been writing some maribat angst on AO3 so enjoy this playlist from Marinette that definitely fits "the way i loved you" and "memories feel like weapons"

#maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat #maribat jason todd #mgi civil war #jasonette