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I like to think Bruce randomly pops up ninja style very frequently in his civilian life because I do that and in collage I scared a lot of people
Just going into an elevator and BOOM Bruce Wayne??? And he’s like, “sup”
Bruce Wayne talking to a group at a gala and suddenly he’s just gone?
Bruce standing right there when you close the refrigerator, “hey Bruce” like yea, he just does that
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Hey! How are you doing? You disappeared a while ago and I was wondering if you're just taking a break, abandoning fics or if something happened to you, since you didn't even post here in so long.
hi! thanks for your message, it’s so nice that you pay attention and checked in haha. Yes, i’ve been on a hiatus — these last 6 months have been incredibly busy as i’ve had some major life changes and stuff, so i’m adjusting to it all. I do really want to update my fics (i think about them all the time, seriously, and even re-read them ‘cause i miss writing) but i just haven’t had the head space to sit down and really do it 😔 but they haven’t been abandoned!! just need more time :)
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admittedly i laughed out loud at “big boob”
Jason Todd head cannon: Jason Todd still has the tire iron that he hit Bruce with. He brought it to Wayne manor and hid it under the floorboards in the library, when he came back Bruce was in the middle of a business trip with Alfred and Tim so Jason broke in and took it back. Her carries it with him everywhere and when Bruce annoys him, he pulls it out and says “watch out big boob.” Bruce cried the first time Jason did it because he got flash backs to baby Jason. It took Tim, Alfred, and Jason to get Bruce to stop crying. Bruce still hasn’t lived that down.
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stop this is too cute
hottake: the dynamic y'all WANT the Batboys to have is the actual canon dynamic that Stephanie and Damian have
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Jason's social media posts would literally just be some shit like this istg
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Steph: We need to get through this locked door. Tim, give me your credit card.
Tim: Here.
Steph, pocketing it: Thanks. Jason, kick down the door.
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ugh i love him
also dexter soy’s jason todd is my favorite
… Why the hell would I do that?
Red Hood and Black Mask from Red Hood and the Outlaws #6 (Vol.2)
Scott Lobdell
Dexter Soy
Veronica Gandini
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why is this so funny 😭
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"I kind of expected him to be taller..."
Excerpt from "Beauty and the Outlaw" on AO3 or wattpad
What do an heiress and outlaw have in common? Nothing, absolutely nothing. When Red Hood is hired as security detail for the daughter of an old Gotham family, two worlds collide and they just can't get along. Maybe it's 'cause she's a spoiled brat, or maybe it's his stupid outfit. Either way, they're about to learn what the grass is really like on the other side.
Warnings: mature themes including explicit language (Jason), sexuality, drugs, violence
Genres: humor, romance, drama
Characters: Jason Todd/Red Hood, Roy Harper/Arsenal, original characters, other extended Batfam members
Read! 👇
He managed to make it through the rest of Wannabe-Jason-Statham’s briefing without making the guy reach for his concealed pistol once, so that was a win. Now, he’s just waiting outside the hangar and leaning onto his bike as the small jet plane finally rolls to a stop. Up ahead, a black SUV awaits the passenger who’ll exit at any second, a Darkwater operative in the driver seat. Gotham’s morning sky is a muted gray with an equally unimpressive temperature that isn’t too cold or too warm. Still, Red Hood is decked out in his entire outfit from the infamous helmet to the less infamous jacket, far more accustomed to the city’s dreary weather than is the young woman who stepped off the steps with what might’ve been confusion.
Huh. She looks pretty close to how she appeared in all the images and video clips he’s seen of her.
Sabina DeKnight is sporting sweats, casual, name brand sneakers that must’ve cost more than his few months’ worth of an electricity bill, and a blue flannel that’s been left open and is revealing some sort of bra. Or maybe it’s a separate top, the fuck does he know? All he can tell is that her entire midriff is exposed, the belly button piercing twinkling at him with the lights near the hangar. Wavy, raven hair falls halfway down her back as she stops to examine her surroundings. She glances around as if looking for something or someone, and her gaze lands on him as he approaches. That’s when Jason sees the lined eyes shift with something unreadable.
Red Hood comes around the SUV to approach her and catches the once-over she gives him. (Jesus, he can feel the judgment — or is it wariness? — radiating from here.) The heiress covers the remaining distance with a steady but cautious pace, stopping when they’re several feet apart.
In a tone that suggests she’s anything but impressed, Sabina says slowly, “So… you’re the Red Hood.”
“In the flesh.”
Behind her, the operative in the suit named Miller is fetching two carry-on bags from the pilot and then heading to place them in the back of the vehicle. A young man in matching sweats and a crewneck sweater comes down the plane steps, and Hood immediately recognizes him as Troy Gonzalez, Sabina’s childhood friend and assistant. (How that works out, he has no clue.) The spiky, dangling earring and nose ring battle Troy’s intrigued gaze for Hood’s attention, but the vigilante remains silent as the two look him up and down like—
Sabina, having sensed her friend’s presence, turns her face slightly towards him but doesn't remove her eyes from Red Hood. “I kind of expected him to be taller.”
Behind the mask, Jason would have been lying to himself if he tried believing she meant to speak more quietly.
It’s confusion at first that pinches him and then annoyance when he sees the glint in her eye. What the actual fuck? She moves to get into the SUV while Troy tries and fails to bite back a disbelieving smile.
“Don’t mind her, she didn’t mean it,” he says quickly and waves a hand like it’s no big deal that the heiress just insulted him. “I’m Troy! Nice to meet you! We’ll see you back at the house.”
Troy’s eyes dart in Sabina’s direction before he flashes him a smile, climbs into the back of the car, and shuts the door.
The SUV’s engine rumbles to life, prompting Red Hood to finally budge from where he stood frozen. Eyes trained on the vehicle’s tinted, bulletproof windows as he gets onto his bike, he asks himself the one question he’d really, really been hoping wouldn’t cross his mind taking this job on.
What the hell did I just get myself into?
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The Batfam as random tweets I have saved on my phone:
Bruce:
before his parents died
Dick:
idk why but he was just the first person I thought of when I saw this jdjjsjfhdj even tho homeboy had one huge fight with Bruce and then immediately fucking dipped lmao but hey he always comes back for bruce
Barbara:
Jason:
Jason "im either gonna shoot someone or cry, I'll decide on my way to the store" Todd
Tim:
Stephanie:
she straight up bitch slapped bruce when she found out he tricked her
in this house we support stephanie brown 🙌
Cass:
Damian:
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"they first met by accident in the streets of Gotham"
"Rites of Passage" older!Damian x OC
Excerpt from Chapter 1
They first met by accident in the streets of Gotham.
The rain poured hard, soaking any dry civilian in a matter of seconds. The sky was a bluish black canvas and most of the city was asleep, tucked into bed behind closed and locked doors.
Only the mischievous were awake at this time, and two masked heroes scoured the rooftops to catch them.
Batman had come across a lead on a notorious gang that had quickly risen to power over the last several weeks. They'd been leaving a trail of unusual witnesses in their wake of burglaries. Many of the injuries inflicted ranged from skin boils to heart attacks, but the most recent incident had left a high-profile businessman with a sudden respiratory problem.
The lead allowed Batman and his son to track down the gang to their next hit near a rundown neighborhood in eastern Gotham. Before the man sleeping peacefully in his one-bedroom apartment could be disturbed, the dynamic duo had intercepted them.
Unfortunately, the five masked gang members were no amateurs. Not new to escape tactics and even some hand-to-hand combat, the group split up in two groups, forcing Batman and Robin to chase them in opposite directions.
Landing effortlessly onto the pavement below, Robin sprinted after the three masks and was soon in the midst of flying punches and kicks. Even in the pouring rain his skill and accuracy usually never faulted, but tonight was an exception. He'd been arguing with his father earlier that day about the same damn things they usually bickered about, and it had grated his nerves since.
So when he saw the hooded figure standing yards away, his focus shifted from incapacitating the men.
Standing there in an alleyway among the injured gang members, Robin squinted through the sheet of rain. The figure pulled back the hood, revealing a girl with wide, panic-stricken eyes. She appeared to be around his age, perhaps younger, making her presence all the more jarring. Her gaze flickered between him and the coughing men on the ground.
"What are you waiting for?" one of them suddenly shouted.
Robin first assumed the man was taunting him to kill them. If he was... well, it wouldn't have been hard to do, and it probably wouldn't have sat on his conscience the way it would have on his father's.
Still, Robin opened his mouth to say something snarky, but then he heard: "No."
The girl's eyes were still wide as she stared at him... almost as if she were afraid of him. "I told you... no one innocent."
She's with these men?
In his momentary confusion, Robin didn't see the angry reaction of the masked man to his right. With a yell, he lashed out and sliced at Robin's thigh, earning a cry of pain from the teen.
"Go!" he heard as the gang members scrambled to their feet.
Hot, stinging pain radiated through his leg, and he fell to his knees. Instinctively, he reached for his waist, about to fling a round of birdarangs, but then he saw a pair of tennis shoes on the wet, cracked pavement.
The girl stood before him, worry creasing her brow. "Don't move," she commanded and knelt down towards him. Her tone wasn't threatening, but Robin still forced himself onto his feet away from her. There was no telling what she was trying to do, especially since she was clearly associated with the men he needed to stop.
The movement was a mistake; he buckled at the knees again and landed on his backside, splashing into a puddle. Dammit. He gritted his teeth in frustration, determined to finish what he and Batman had come here for. The idea of failing to complete the mission only made him angrier, and this teenage girl was certainly no help.
"Please." She moved towards him cautiously with her hands out, rain dripping down her face and dark hair.
This time, Robin didn't move—he wouldn't have been able to provide an answer if someone had asked him why. He watched as she held her hands above the bleeding gash in his leg, closing her eyes. What was she doing?
Suddenly, the pain dissipated. He looked down at the wound and, in disbelief, watched as the skin grew back together, sealing the bloody three-inch gap. A faint, glimmering light seemed to emanate from her palms, and for a moment, the young hero wondered if he was hallucinating. The stinging was no longer there and had reduced to a faint throbbing.
"Hey! What are you doing?! Come on!"
Robin looked up to see that one of the men was at the end of the alley, apparently waiting for the girl.
She opened her eyes and glanced quickly over at the man before looking back at Robin. For a brief moment, it seemed like she wanted to say something, but then she was on her feet and running, splashing with every step.
Sitting on the ground, fully soaked and in shock, Damian Wayne stared after her until she disappeared into the rain.
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