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flamingpudding · 6 months

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Fictober23 Prompt: 24 - "Is it over? Is it really over?"

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: Implied menstions of experimentation, and torture

A/N: My brain came up with two options… I went with the sorta angsty one…

They had raided the facility. It had been a plan they had carefully prepared for months now. Batman had gone over all possible scenarios. But it was a needed preparation. They had discovered it too late. Being prepared for ever eventuality was the least they could have done.

The entire Justice League had been horrified when they had discovered this governmental organisation what was committing sanctioned mass genocide of an entire interdimensional race. An Organisation called the GIW, Ghost Investigation Ward or more commonly called Guy's in White. If Doctor Fate, Zatanna and Constantine hadn't found out about them they probably would have never discovered the atrocities their government was committing.

But this had led to a large-scale operation. They started locating any and all locations the GIW possessed and was working on. Tracking any and all Agents that were working for or with them. Every company that was supplying them was looked into deeper until they had every little bit of information they could find.

With all the locations found they then split into teams. Planning a simultaneous strike to all facilities so that one could not warn the other. They would not let a single Agent of this organization escape. They all would be brought to justice.

Batman had not been surprised that the moment his children were clued into the operation, that some of them were ready to go off on their own to do something. Luckily they all were aware enough of the high risks and how many lives would be at risked if even only one of them messed up.

Four months. It had taken four months of thorough planning, of meticulously strategising, and careful preparation. But now everything was ready. Finally after so long the night to strike came. Originally the other heroes wanted to strike at daylight, a tactic to make it as public as possible to also gain the public opinion in their favor.

Batman had disagreed. It was better to strike at dusk or night. When their guard was down to easily overwhelm them. They could make a clear and evidence based statement to the public the next morning throughout all news channels and news times. Superman, as Clark, had already published several papers throughout the months of preparation that would play into their favor.

They had prepared for everything, arresting every Agent, every Scientist, every Guard. Everyone they encountered was knocked out, bound and prepared for transport into arrestment. He did not scowl any of his children when they used more force than necessary, quite frankly if Batman didn't have his own moral code and self control he might not have held back after what he was seeing.

Thad did not mean that he might have hit one or two of these so-called Scientists harder than necessary if they resisted. There were so many cages, so many 'ecto-entities' bound, branded and caged. Batman felt visibly sick when he came across labs with tables stained in green, knowing exactly what that meant after having listened to Doctor Fate's explanations.

They had gone through nearly the entire facility they were in charge of when Superman reported back first. "There was a boy in the deepest part of the facility, bound and hocked up to what appeared to be the facility's energy source. See if you find anyone with similar treatment in your locations. The Boy is rescued, he appears delirious and is pretty much snarling and growling at me but he is in safe hands now."

"Can confirm! A girl was found in my location in the deepest part underground. Same situation as you described. She didn't appear to be conscious, we took her off their system and transferred her to immediate treatment." Wonder Woman chimed in a moment later and Batman lips formed a straight line.

"Same here. It's an older man, face is familiar. He was shortly lucid enough to talk but all he asked about was where the children were. He might be connected to the kids you two found." Flash also reported after a while. Now Batman was more than sure, there were only four big locations aside from several small ones. His was the last one and his stomach sunk even more at the possibility of what he would find in the deepest part of this place.

His prediction was confirmed when he kicked open the door of the last room they hadn't checked yet. Nightwing was by his side, while Red Robin, Red Hood, Black Bat and Robin had hung back to take care of the evacuation of victims as well as arrest of the last GIW workers.

Nightwing let out a string of actual curses.

There in this room was a white haired teen in a ripped NASA shirt and green stained jeans, hooked up to several tubes, bound with silver shining and heavy looking chains to a wall. There was a green strain on the flooring directly below the boy and the green pipes appeared to be pumping more of it from as well as into the teen.

"Get him off the wall!" He instructed hurriedly, checking for the best way to safely unhook the teen. They appeared to be unconscious but with the report from his hero colleagues he wouldn't bet on that too much. The teen might just be too exhausted to actually react to what was happening around him.

"He can't be any older than Red…" He heard his son mutter as he broke the silver metal bindings and Batman couldn't help but agree. He didn't want to even know how long the teen had been here like this. They had been too late, they should have known about this entire things sooner. But at least they weren't too late to save them in particular.

Suddenly the teen stirred, head snapping up. Blazing Lazarus green eyes stared at them and Batman froze, feeling reminded of his second son. The boy didn't say anything, he was just staring at them before, eyes going from his broken bindings to Nightwing, to the unhooked tube in Batman's hand. He saw how the teens eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"You are not with them…" The teens voice cracked from obvious disuse or maybe overuse? He couldn't know for sure. Still he made a sound of agreement before continuing to unhook the last of the tubes.

"We already freed the others, you're the last one." Nightwing was forcing his voice to sound light and friendly. Batman knew this, he could sense the internal rage his son was suppressing. In a way he was glad it was Nightwing with him, his other sons might not have had the same control over themselves in this situation.

"What about Ellie, Dan and the fruitloop?" It took him only a short moment to connect this question to the possible three reported by the other.

"Rescued and in treatment." He answered curtly, removing the last tube while his son broke the last chain and binding. The teen fell forward like a ragdoll, Nightwing instinctively catching him.

"I can't believe it… this isn't a dream…" The white haired kid muttered, eyes going unfocused and Batman worried that the teens system was going into shook. Did he unhook the boy from the tubes too fast?

"Is it over? Is it really over?" The teens started to sound delirious and Batman shared a look with Nightwing. His son nodded as he moved to get a better hold of the teen.

"It is." His son told him voice was going soft. "Rest for now, the next time you wake up you will be free and with Ellie and Dan."

"Don't forget Vlad, he is still a fruitloop but a good one…" the Teen mumbled before finally passing out. Batman gave Nightwing a nod before the other hurried out of this place with the now passed out teen while he reported his similar finding to Superman, Wonder Woman and Flash.

He stood in the now empty room letting his eyes wander over it one last time, checking for any evidence he should keep before deciding to leave too. There was a lot to prepare for, the news, the public statement, the aftercare and treatment of the victims. Batman ignored the fleeting thought of who was going to take in their four main victims, especially the children and teen. Surely his kids wouldn't mind if he provided them a temporary home, right?

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mysterycitrus · 1 month

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actually why do you think that modern batman comics writers are so bad at compelling 6-8 issue comic arcs? (obvi TT's current nw run is just robbed of any conflict that isn't straight up good guy vs bad guy and is didactic as hell to boot but i haven't really felt grabbed by anything bat-related dc has put out in the last three years). is it an unwillingness to really shake anything up?

a general lack of engaging storytelling is an endemic problem at dc that i think can be partially attributed to a bunch of bad editorial decisions — green arrow for example was only greenlit as a series because williamson was determined to write it amid all his other projects. the pacing and character work suffers as a result. it’s suuuper slow to try and read

taylor is an interesting example though because he’s a terminally online liberal gen xer who seems to write comics like he wants panels to go viral on twitter. there’s no stakes because he’s too centrist to actually put an opinion on paper that might trigger some internal reflection. he tried to call out chuck dixons violent homophobia but thanked him in the same tweet. it’s bad. he should not be in charge of a character like nightwing who’s historically had issues with authority and like….. is defined by his passion. there is a total absence of nuanced interpersonal conflict because like fanon, everyone in comics seems too afraid to have characters be actually wrong about something.

when we read sincerely interesting comics — especially main events like knightfall or murder + fugitive or no man’s land or even utrh — those comics remain interesting because the writers had a perspective and a story to tell. some of those perspectives are bad, mind, but at least there was something there. now, all these writers are online and getting both blind adoration and violent hatred which i think makes them too self conscious to legitimately try. i don’t think it’s a coincidence that the most engaging writing jason todd’s had since 2005 was written by gretchen felker martin in the furry comic, aka someone who has actual things to say.

#dick grayson #nightwing #batman #the ask and the answer #dc comics

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tryingtofindava · 4 months

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Do you write for Liu? If so, what are your hcs for dating him?

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛Back to source

a/n: starting 2024 w Liu and Sully lolz

This boy has probably has little to nonexistent experiences with dating (minus like maybe dating one or two girls in high school), and it fucking shows. He’s an absolute nervous wreck lol.

I’m gonna be COMPLETELY honest with ya here babes, but literally NOBODY saw you two becoming a thing.

“No one will believe us when we turn up together.”

“You know I love to shock people, so this will be great.”

He wants to escalate the relationship, but he doesn’t know how without making him seem like a desperate loser.

Cute little dates involve quieter and more intimate settings where he feels more comfortable in less crowded areas.

So maybe a trip to the library during its quieter hours or just wandering around the most scenic parts of the woods.

His love languages are: words of affirmation, gift giving, quality time and acts of service. So basically all of them except physical touch.

Speaking of physical touch, he isn’t against holding hands on kissing, he’s just not all that into PDA. He’s a snuggle bug behind closed doors tho :)

Words of Affirmation: Since he’s self conscious about the stitches (which have been in since 2011 take ‘em out girly) and scarring that litters his body to remind him of the past. He likes when you mutter sweet nothings in his ear. Tell him he’s pretty, he’ll melt.

Gift giving: HDJDBJDBXHDJ HE MAKES YOU CUTE LITTLE POEMS AND HAND WRITING NOTES ITS HONESTLY LIKE THEM TIKTOKS U SEE WHERE THEY PULL IT OPEN AND IT JUST KEEPS GOING AND GOING.

Quality time: Just being near each, not talking just comfortable silence as you guys just do your own things. As long as you’re near, he’ll be alright. He treasures these moments between you two w his heart and soul.

Acts of service: he’ll bring you you’re favourite snacks, and helping you out when you’re struggling with whatever (bad mindset, chores, etc…)

The first he held hands w you, it’s a nervous yet heart warming moment to see, he’s such a cutie patootie.

Now it’s time for Sully lolz…

On the creepypasta wiki it quote on quote says: ‘He holds some consideration and feelings for Liu himself since they share a body and he refrains from killing anyone Liu cares about due to 'Not wanting to make Liu depressed.’’

SO YOU’RE SORTA SAFE FROM HARMS WAY!! :D

Sully’s the type of mf to randomly flick you on the forehead and laugh a smidge before going back to being all Batman-y and brooding.

And depending on his mood, he might act sorta lovey dovey. Might.

The most you’ll get his maybe a arm around the shoulder. Maybe.

“On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you think it would be if-“

“At least a twenty.”

He will maybe let you rest on him tho. But if anyone was to walk in, you’ll get a slight nudge off.

He’s deffo the more jealous and possessive one, especially around Jeff lol. He’s not letting that Heath Ledger joker lookin mf getting ANYWHERE near you.

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta reader #liu woods x reader #homicidal liu x reader #sully creepypasta #creepypasta x you #creepypasta sully x reader #liu woods x you #creepypasta x y/n #creepy pasta x reader hc #creepypasta x female reader

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celaenaeiln · 3 months

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Is Dick's tendency for self-destructive habits really as bad as some fics make it out to be?

oh interesting!! In some way, yes actually.

Batman (2016) Issue #689

Dick and Alfred!! The duo make me so happy <33

But anyway, it's weird that someone who's so effusive with his affection so often and readily "deflects a moment of genuine emotion." Which is also one of the reasons why Dick Grayson as a character is so fascinating because he's never what people expect him to be. He's like a puzzle box where every time you think you solved, you just opened yourself up to a hard, even more complex one wherein the process repeats on an endless cycle.

He's incredibly self-destructive in the way he drive a burning car off a bridge and he'll know it's on fire, he knows where he's going, but he'll do it anyway because the car has a bomb and it's safer with him than the civilians behind him.

You know what? I just realized he deflects intimate conversations because he wants to keep the focus on the other person. Since he was Robin, Dick has been purposefully neglecting his feelings in order to take care of Bruce's. Right after his parents died, he bottled up his sadness and sorrow because he was worried that Bruce would blame himself and he didn't want Bruce to do that.

It's always been "Tell me what's wrong, Bruce." He's been so busy raising his guardian, his friends, his siblings, his teammates, that Dick has sunk into the role of a performer - the spotlight's on him but the audience is the focus.

I didn't realize until writing this ask but self-destruction is just such a normal thing with him that it's become a part of his personality. In fics it's very obvious when he's being self-destructive or neglecting himself or etc because he's very aware of it but Dick in canon has just made it his thing. It's actually the Titans that realize this and yank him out of it because Dick has no idea what he does to himself.

The New Teen Titans (1980) Issue #28

He's not self-destructive in a way that he's conscious of it but his habits and his lifestyle don't really give him a choice. He literally works himself sick.

The Titans (1999) Issue #9

"Maybe it's too much. Dick --have you considered that? You're working Bludhaven, even joining their force, you still clearly intend to come here to Gotham every time he calls you -- working so hard you're making yourself sick,"

"No. It's not the newness that's the problem."

People are literally telling him to calm down and he's like 'No! I'm perfectly okay. This is fine, let's continue.'

And this isn't even going into when Blockbuster blew up his life and Dick kinda lost himself to hunt him down and make him pay. People understand that Desmond burnt down the circus but Dick was still connected to the people in that circus, like he used his contacts there to sometimes inquire about things going on Bludhaven. The people at the circus raised him along with his parents so killing them was like killing Dick's aunts and uncles and friends and childhood. What happened then and after the SA was catastrophic. To Dick self-destruction has just become a part of him because he aims for perfection in every aspect of his life.

Like Donna said, "He works with the Titans, on his own, goes to school, and then he works alongside Batman..." and so on. Usually people struggle to maintain even one area of their life like just school or family but Dick's juggling, his work, his family, his friends, his relationship, his teams, and is still on call for Justice League incidents.

Titans (2003) Issue #6

He literally dropped everything to come over and break up the Titans (OF WHICH HE IS NOT EVEN A PART OF RIGHT NOW BECAUSE HE'S IN THE MIDDLE OF DEALING WITH THE OUTSIDERS) and the Justice League full on fighting.

He's not self-destructive in the way he doesn't want to get out of bed or that he isn't clean, it's just that Dick Grayson is a machine. He's got ice in his veins and he just powers through everything. Everything he does has to be top notch, so sleep and social life and happiness can say goodbye because he's too busy for that. This is why the Titans are so important to him and for him because they realize this toxic trait of his and do their absolute best to yank him out of this bad habit because Dick certainly can't stop.

So self-destruction has become part of his personality but unlike in fics, it's conducive self-destruction. It comes from his refusal to feel any emotion that isn't for others because Big Brother Dick Grayson and Best Friend Dick Grayson are always there for everyone but the second he's asked to help himself or someone tries to help him, he flakes. He's the best at helping others and being there for them but he's allergic to getting help or talking about himself.

#dick grayson #nightwing #alfred pennyworth #donna troy #wonder girl #koriand'r #starfire #justice league #dc titans #cl randomenglishmajor asks #cl asks #thanks for the ask!

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amaramizuki666 · 1 year

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Dp x DC crossover

Soul speak part 1

"CONSTANTINE NO! IF YOU SUMMON HIM YOULL DIE!!" Zatanna screamed clutching her side red blood seeping from the gaps between her fingers. "I have no choice if I dont we wont be able to stop this thing" john says in an almost terrifyingly calm voice. Batman lay on the ground barely conscious with a hole in his shoulder. Red hood next to batman putting pressure on his injury.

"What are you two doing, the door isnt going to hold much longer!?!" Red hood yelled his free hand griping his pistol tightly figer on the trigger regretting not bringing live rounds.

"John PLEASE dont do this" zatanna pleads looking at her freind "sorry but this is our only chance at bringing down that, that THING" Constantine says as he finished drawing a summoning circle in his own blood. "I'm going to miss you zatanna your a good kid, watch over the others for me" john says, then starts chanting.

"ƙίภg ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ίภŦίภίtє гєคl๓ร, ί j๏♄︎ภ ς๏ภรtคภtίภє รย๓๓๏ภ y๏ย. ί ๏ŦŦєг y๏ย ๓y ร๏ยl Ŧ๏г t♄︎є єxς♄︎คภgє ๏Ŧ y๏ยг Թгєรєภςє. ๏♄︎ ๔คгƙ ๏ภє ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ภєxt Թlคภє. Թคгίค♄︎ ๔คгƙ ƙίภg ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ๔єค๔ Թครร t♄︎г๏ยg♄︎ tί๓є คภ๔ รԹคςє t๏ ♄︎єє๔ ๓y Թlєค."

John on his knees crying silent tears as he chanted. He chanted the same thing over and over till finally the sigil of blood started to glow and turned from red to Lazarus green. A green fog lifted from the circle high in the air. The others in the room held their breath looking at what was happening. And with a snap the fog set ablaze like air born gas as a match it lit.

As the flames flickered out a blurry figure came into sight. A young man? Slender but muscular build but was slightly obscured by what seemed to be a cape, snowy white hair with something floating slightly above , pointed ears, and glowing green eyes where all that was visible of the being.

"ฬ♄︎y ๔๏ y๏ย รย๓๓๏ภ ๓є?" The creature asks, its voice echoy as if multiple people spoke at once. John looked at the thing in the circle clear confusion on his face. "Yo-your not pariah dark" John's voice craked. The being tilted its head "ภ๏ ί ค๓ ภ๏t Թคгίค♄︎, ภ๏ฬ ฬ♄︎y ๔๏ y๏ย รย๓๓๏ภ ๓є?" The being sighed. "No, no, NO, how did I mess this up, i needed to summon the king of the dead, now thanks to my fucking screw up that monster outside is going to kill everyone!" John panicked, he felt the blood in his veins freeze everyone in this building no in this city where going to be slaughtered by that demon outside starting with the people in the room with john.

"ร๏ y๏ย ภєє๔ t๏ ๓є t๏ รt๏Թ ค ๔є๓๏ภίς ๒єίภg, t♄︎คt ίร คll y๏ย ภєє๔є๔ t๏ รคy" the being says and steps out of the fire and smoke, its/his figur becoming fully viable. Adding to what they could already see, they boy looked to be early to late teens, had light green skin and white freckles. He was wearing a skin tight black body suit with white gloves and white boots, the chest area having an odd symbol on it. His cape looked to be made of the night sky its self and his crown floating above his head looked to be made of stars and green fire.

The boy walked past Constantine to where the door was. "ί ฬίll ๒є ๒คςƙ ίภ 10 ๓ίภยtєร, ๔๏ ภ๏t lєคvє" the being stated and fazed through the door leaving the room of shoked and injured people behind.

"What the hell was that!" Red hood hissed at john. "I dont know" john says quietly "what do you mean YOU DONT KNOW!!" Red hood snapped. "That was not what I was trying to summon" is the last thing that is said. The next 8 minutes quiet and tense.

When the entity fazed back through the door all eyes where on him. The boy staired back at the heros, eyes slowly dissecting each one though they seemed to stay on red hood and Constantine the longest.

"lєt ๓є ♄︎єlԹ y๏ย ฬίt♄︎ t♄︎є๓" the boy said and out stretched his hand two green blobs flew from his hand. One floated over to zatanna and the other to batman, they landed on the heros and both seemed to relax slightly.

"t♄︎๏รє ๒l๏๒ g♄︎๏รtร ฬίll ƙєєԹ t♄︎є๓ รtค๒lє tίll t♄︎єy гєςєίvє Թг๏Թєг ๓є๔ίςคl ςคгє, คร Ŧ๏г y๏ย j๏♄︎ภ ς๏ภรtคภtίภє ฬє ภєє๔ t๏ ๔ίรςยรร Թคy๓єภt" the boy says looking at the blond in question. "The payment is void I offered my soul to the king of the dead not some child demon" john argued.

"ί ค๓ t♄︎є ƙίภg ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ίภŦίภίtє гєคl๓, ƙίภg Թ♄︎คภt๏๓, ๔єคŦєtєг ๏Ŧ Թคгίค♄︎ ๔คгƙ" the being said his eyes narrowed at john. "You defeated pariah?!?" John questions. The boy simply nods. "ภ๏ฬ Ŧ๏г ๓y Թคy๓єภt, y๏ย ๏ŦŦєгє๔ ๓є y๏ยг ร๏ยl ίร t♄︎คt รtίll ฬ♄︎คt y๏ย ฬίร♄︎ t๏ Թคy" the boy king asks.

John sighs feeling tired to his bones "there is no way out of this one, yes my soul is yours, king phantom of the dead" the blond mumbles. "ί єxєԹt t♄︎ίร Թคy๓єภt, y๏ย คгє ภ๏ฬ ๓ίภє, j๏♄︎ภ ς๏ภรtคภtίภє. ภ๏ฬ Ŧίгรt t♄︎ίภgร Ŧίгรt" the being says and gently lays his gloved hand on John's shoulder. John suddenly feels an overwhelming since of wholeness. Like a puzzle just got put together.

"What did you do?" John asks phantom. "ί гєợยίгє๔ t♄︎є Ŧгคg๓єภtร ๏Ŧ y๏ยг ร๏ยl y๏ย ร๏l๔ Թгєvί๏ยรly คภ๔ гєคttคς♄︎є๔ t♄︎є๓ t๏ ฬ♄︎คt lίttlє ๒ίt ๏Ŧ ร๏ยl y๏ย ♄︎ค๔ lєŦt" the boy says "wait how do you have the other fragments?" John asks. "ฬ♄︎єภ y๏ย ร๏l๔ y๏ยг ร๏ยl t๏ ๓є คll ๏t♄︎єг ς๏ภtгคςtร ๒єςค๓є v๏ί๔, ί ค๓ t♄︎є ƙίภg ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ๔єค๔ คภ๔ คll ฬ♄︎๏ гєรί๔є ίภ ๓y гєคl๓, ภ๏ภ ๏Ŧ t♄︎є๓ ฬίร♄︎ t๏ ςг๏รร ๓є" phantom explained.

"ภ๏ฬ ί ๓ยรt ๒є g๏ίภg" the boy king says then looks at John then to red hood "ί ๔๏ ภ๏t ฬคภt ๏г єxԹєςt y๏ย t๏ ๔๏ ๓y ๒ί๔๔ίภg ๏г ๒є ค รlคvє, jยรt ๔๏ ฬ♄︎คt y๏ย ยรคlly ๔๏, ๒ยt t♄︎є ภίg♄︎t ๒єŦ๏гє t♄︎є ภєxt Ŧยll ๓๏๏ภ ί ฬίll ς๏ภє ๒คςƙ t๏ รєє y๏ย คภ๔ ฬ♄︎єภ ί ๔๏ t♄︎คt ๏ภє ๓ยรt ๒є ฬίt♄︎ y๏ย" the king says and looks over at red hood pointedly then turns away from them.

Phantom walks over to the glowing green circle and stands inside "ยภtίl ภєxt tί๓є" are the last words he says before fading away. The sigil of green turning back to red. "What have you gotten us into?" Red hood mumbled "I have no clue" John says back.

#writing prompt #writing #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc comics #dc x dp #batfam #dc #jason todd #jhon constantine #john constantine

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trincketbox · 6 months

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Jason Todd as a Trans (ftm) allegory

Written by me, a trans man

[this edit was made by me, original picture it's Dan Mora's sketch]

TW gender disphoria, (implied) transphobia.

Im not saying his story was written with this perspective in mind, Im saying *death of the author (*the reinterpretation of artistic creations by the public both as a community and aa individuals, and how this goes far beyond the creator's original message on mind) is a very real thing.

This narrative resonated with me, a trans man, and my experience as such. Maybe out there is another transmasc person who caught themselves invested in this character the same way as I, and maybe they'll read this post and be happy to found out they're not alone on these feelings.

Without further addue, let's begin.

The second Robin, and the feeling of not fitting

Every trans person first memory of perceiving oneself as somehow different (and how) it's particular to each.

Some realize pretty young, some older. Some always have this lingering feeling of not belonging but become conscious of it later in life.

This feeling its present trough all of Jason's life. First, when he first arrives at the Manor. Later, when he starts operating as Robin. Then when Tim "replaces him", and so on.

Usually labelled as the black lamb of the family.

Tragedy is always, first, born off love

Jason's death and resurrection is written as a tragedy (no shit, Sherlock). But there, to be a tragedy, there has to be hope first. There has to be love.

Now, this varies from version to version, but a general consence is that Jason Todd was loved by Bruce Wayne, regardless of how much their relationship might change and twist on the future; Jason Todd was a good kid, regardless of how he might be portrayed as recless. He was a traumatized, angry kid who wanted to make things better. Who wished for bad guys to not hurt people anymore. Who wished to change the system for better, and took the matter on his own hands both as a child and as a young adult.

This

This right here

Was a loved, brave, bold, sensitive, mischievous, smart child who would latter come back like this:

Demanding justice, demanding damnation for al the pain he went through, demanding retaliation to the monster that set him off this world.

And all these requests fell to the ears of Bruce Wayne, Batman. The man who took him in as a scared, bold litte child that beated him in the cold of the night in the alley where his parents died. He stole his car tires, he's a child and he stole his car tires and he made Batman laugh.

That Perception doesn't change with his rise from the dead.

What changes is Bruce's view of him now.

Now, this depends on the writer, but on the start of Jason's "coming back to Gotham to fight Bruce" arc, there is the accusation of him coming back wrong.

Of him being better before

Of something being wrong with him since the start.

The implications of his physical change as wrong in comparation to his younger self.

I find Jason's body dismorphia due to The Lazarus Pit™ very interesting,but in this case Im not referring to it as a comparation with body disphoria (even through, he does get the feeling of your body changing in ways out of your control and the trauma that surrounds it).

Im talking about Bruce's view on all of this.

Luckily, if you're trans and had supportive parents, you won't know these things by first hand experience, but many, many people do.

And Jason gets it.

Jason Todd its womanhood™ coded

This is, partially, one of th main reasons why his fanbase consists on a large part of fangirls.

Repressed rage upon the injustices you go through all your life, and once the last drop falls, said rage is weaponized. Seen as dirty, as over the top, as dangerous.

Your older self being compared to your younger self, being asked (directly or indirectly) where that sweet child™ went.

Being striped away from your body autonomy (murder, torture, resurrection against his will, whatever is going on in Batman Gotham War).

Being labeled as the most sensitive. Sometimes in a good light, sometimes not.

The burning weight of still loving parental figures that hurted you.

Topping it all, it's implied through many instances he's a feminist (yes, Im aware this is also heavily influenced by fanon interpretations of the character, but you can't deny it's still heavily implied).

All of these issues almost universal (however not exclusive) to AFAB people life experience.

There is this recognition in these wounds. "He gets it", you feel, he gets it.

He gets it in a similar way transmasc individual have an undeniable insight of these issues. He gets it in a way that feels genuine, familiar, personal.

Lastly but nor least important,

He gives me gender™ vibes. That's it, that's the argument

Over all, Jason Todd its a multifaceted, complex character. He's morally grey, his temperament ranging and mutating with each reinterpretation. Some core issues stick, others don't.

I do not hold the one and only right interpretation of this character.

We can al agree, nevertheless, that even through he's not canonically trans,

Jason todd would be a great trans ally, fighting by our side, in name of our rights, our pain but also our pride.

For that's what heroes do.

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Magical Girl in Gotham (Platonic)

Part 1 Part 2 part 4

Sorry for the repeating lines of there are any, it’s tumblrs fault

Tag list: @harpy-space

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You drift between the world of conscious and unconscious, the Dream world and the waking world

For once you felt yourself dream, seeing the images of all those who had filled your once lonely life with joy

At point in your life you forgot to just sleep, to finally rest and not to worry for the next day

You were always so preoccupied with getting rid of a new batch of Shadowmites the next night or school or rent that sleep felt more like a chore

Wasted hours to be doing something important despite how Rigel told you it was unhealthy to avoid it

So for now you sleep and you enjoy it as you occasionally sense the distant feeling of someone sitting at your side

When you eventually do wake up your met with the sensation of warm blankets (compared to your thin ones) and a hand pressed against your forehead

When your eyes flutter open you see the sight of Jason, surprise in his face as you look up at him

You can’t get a word out before he’s hugging you tightly, mumbling “Jesus don’t ducking scare me like that. Thank whatever god there is that your ok”

He stays that way for a minute and you soak it up, noticing how he was wearing the uniform of red hood but without the mask

It doesn’t really surprise you but it now makes sense as to why you had a vague sense of familiarity when meeting him

That also answered who the rest of the bat crew was

When he pulls back he sees your stare down towards the large red bat symbol on his chest. “I had the feeling you rich people were crazy, but not crazy enough to be vigilantes to be honest. Seems like those online forums were right about you guys not being normal” whatever worry fades away at that comment

His laugh is loud and seems to echo out into the hallway through the opened door, footsteps quickly make their way towards the room

Damien bursts in, an unfamiliar teary look in his normally composed eyes

Jason has barely any time to pull a few feet away before his younger brother is repeating what he had done earlier

Damien’s gripping you as if he was afraid that when he pulled away you’d suddenly disappear

You hug your friend back, noticing the rest of the family peak in and be somewhat agast at the sight

Turns out you have a lot of explaining to do and so do they

Bruce/Batman himself is honestly disappointed in himself that you’d been doing this for years yet he had not even fucking know about it up till now

Even more so that Jason and Dick knew and didn’t tell him that an actual child is running around at night killing mystical creatures

He actually apologies to you personally that he should’ve noticed, but you quickly shoot that down telling him that was kinda what you didn’t want

Like him you set out on this mission to do it practically alone, you never intended to make friends along the way but somehow you did

He now knows why he saw himself in your eyes, you were him when he started off. Someone who was blinded by their goal of protecting others that they did not care for themself

He asks again if your parents know and now you answer honestly

You didn’t have any. You lived alone in a crappy apartment and barely got rent in on time

You see the looks given by all of his sons, how it goes from you to their dad and then back to themselves

After finding this out Bruce probably teaches you some more self defence since you only taught yourself through experience

He’s a good teacher, finding out what your strong suits are and helping you improve rapidly

Your style of fighting is a lot like dancing. Fluid motions and carefully placed steps, turns and pirouettes to dodge, quick attacks that happen within the blink of an eye

Your not like Jason or dick who can take large hits and can brute force their way though things. Your more agile and graceful

Bruce at some point helps make a schedule for you to properly balance your nightly duties and going to school

It’s much better than your own lol

Kinda feels better that most of the villains in this city absolutely love you and would protect you but also kinda worried cause they would literally kill for you

The only villains he actually trusts you with is the Gotham sirens and maybe Waylon on a good day

You’ve cause him to get so many extra grey hairs after hearing what you eat on a daily basis

How do you the energy to run around Gotham every night while surviving on cup noodles?!??

One time y’all appeared at a McDonald’s it was all over Twitter in the matter of minutes cause you have a cute magical girl and then Batman looming beside them as you asked for a nugget meal and ice cream for him

Sometimes he’ll be beating a villain and you’ll briefly stop by and everything is out on pause as you say hi to both

Honestly it’s the funniest thing for bystanders to see especially when you say hi to John or Tim the goon

Your Twitter famous and you don’t even have Twitter

Clark is texting Bruce why “Batman”, “magical girl” and “McDonald’s” is trending on Twitter

Damien is kinda upset at first before realizing that would kinda be hypocritical and now he has more of an excuse to spend time with you

Two besties just chilling on a rooftop of Gotham while Riddler sulks in the background

He definitely gets protective over you even though you can handle a lot of stuff on your own

It’s mostly out of the fear of losing you. You serve as a symbol to him, a sign that his life has changed for the better and he’s truly happy

At first he doesn’t like his brothers hanging around you but comes to accept it. He was just kinda scared you’d like them over him and forget him

Has a constant glare and only you can decipher his actual emotions

Your his translator for poor Gordon. Like Damien says something mildly insulting and then your like “he means to say he likes your tie and you did a good job out there. Keep it up 👍 “

Your his impulse control from threatening people and breaking bones

He probably pressures Tim into making you a com

At some point he tells you about his grandfather and mom. That turns out be a interesting conversation especially when learning there’s just a magical life giving pool somewhere under Gotham

He’s such a little shit to people who make comments about your outfit

He’s tearing down their entire self esteem

God help the poor soul who decides cat calling or making weird comments about you cause it’s on sight for him

Bruce had to hold both him and Jason back from “having a polite talk” with the guy. Bruce does allow glaring and yelling though

Y’all probably become a duo that Gotham Twitter freaks out over

Like, people be now using you two as “bestie goals” and you do a double take when someone mentions it at school

When you once took him over to your apartment he visibly does a double take and asks how you live like this

Brags to his brothers all the time about how he’s your best friend so he’s the favourite (he is)

Ra’s Al Ghul is more confused than Clark when he gets reports his grandson suddenly is seen with that “magic girl?” He’s also gotten reports about and the two of you are building the Lego bonsai set on a rooftop

You got him into Lego and he now has his entire room full of them and boobytrapped

Dick has unfortunately been a victim to this

Jason almost kneeled over and died again out of worry when he had brought you half dead back to the manor

So it’s safe to say he’s very realized your ok and now also basically under the protection of the rest of the family

He may still have some grudges against Bruce but he does admit that he can teach you better than he could in most places

But what Bruce can’t teach you is how to shoot!

Yeah so…he had you use your magic weapon and turn it into a gun form and has you practice with him

Most villains audibly sigh in relief when seeing the two of you together cause that means their chances of a bullet lodged in their side or spine being crushed is better

Takes you on his motorcycle and it’s super fun

He gets you your own personalized helmet even though you can technically make one via magic

Y’all quote so much shit from books that Tim has begun to catalog it

Scary dog privileges number 3

Sometimes while on duty he’ll stop by at a few cute looking stores and buy you stuff he thinks you’ll like

You don’t tell him you have more than enough pens as he gifts you one with a cute topper

He swears to god if that fucking clown even breaths near you he’s dead and there’s nothing Bruce will do to be able to stop him

Damien would cheer on in the background if that happened

He kinda helps Damien realize and process that it’s ok for you to have other friends and that they won’t be stealing you away nor will you replace him

Both have a lot of emotional baggage and who better to help unpack that than him

Takes a lot of convincing to do so first

Loves the what we do in the shadows tv show and WILL make you watch it with him cause no one else will…along with rue Paul’s drag race

They say red hood now has a handmade bracket

Dick is so joking about how he and Jason knew you first to Damien and Bruce

100% tries to convince you to have your costume to match his for at least a night , if you do so he’ll be supper giddy and get soooo many picture

Your half convinced he has a scrapbook somewhere from how many photos you’ve seen him snap of Radom moments

He sometimes mentions Barbra Gordon and it’s giving you vibes

Keeps showing up while your trying to have a peaceful dinner at the iceberg lounge, penguin shoo’s him away calling him a pesky bird

He always replies back that “but your the bird here aren’t you?, in the wing-” And almost gets shot every single time

He seems kinda embarrassed when people joke about his dump-truck, whatever that meant. You just assume he fell into one or something and don’t get the actual meaning

By god he tries to keep your innocence in tact. There are so many creeps in Gotham and he does his best to protect you from them

There have been situations he’s covered your ears and sent out death glares that can make some of the worst villains shiver in fear

Might’ve let Jason break a guys arm once cause he kept making gross comments. Never told Bruce about it but kinda knows he’d get a slap on the wrist

Audibly makes a gasp when you use a cartwheel in a battle and has a proud big brother moment while clasping a hand over his heart

While your hunting for shadowmites he occasionally drops by to give you something like a smoothie for energy

Loves talking with you about the juiciest hero drama he’s heard within the week

Your not sure how he learns all of what he heard but he was a way

Will watch whatever show or movie you want no matter what age range it was intended for. Like he will watch pretty cute or sailor moon and get super invested to the point he’s buying merch for both of you

He now has a sailor Venus keychain and a matching sailor moon one for you

Definitely has mock fake lightsaber battles with your magical weapon and his batons

He always lets you win but you don’t need to know that

When this happens he also does the full 9 yards to make his “death” as dramatic as possible

Piggyback rides galore with This guy cause he finds it fun and uses it as some sort of weight training

Speaking of which you and Damian have sat on his back while he does pushups. You and Damien made the logo millennium falcon set

Brice walked in and then walked right back out

That happens more than most would assume

When he has video game tournaments with Jason and Tim, he gets you and Damien to be the referees

What he doesn’t know is that Damien is kinda bias to whoever didn’t annoy him that day

Meaning Dick is kinda on a loosing streak as of late compared to either brothers

Has already begun placing photos of you and the family on the wall

Alfred did a double take when he first saw it but then just smiled and went on with his business

Both you and him help Alfred with cooking

Sometimes he goes to really crappy stores and buys all the cheap bootleg hero figurines

Once they make one of you he’s gonna beg you to make your uniform match it for a night

Dear god he has so many nicknames that some villains are now gonna start mocking him by using them with you

He looked really upset when two face called you one of them and then laughed at how his face scrunched up

Tim buys you a proper phone so he can now text you at midnight lol

Even sets up a Twitter account for your hero persona and its now followed by most villains within the city lol

People now joke that at this point your gonna reform most of them before Batman can

Speaking of jokes he sends you memes constantly. Lien you’ll wake up with at least 2 unread messages from him that are just memes he found

He thinks the funniest are the cursed pictures of his family with shit like “bottom text” or “Sœp”

He’s kinda that guy you can go to talk to about anything cause he will 100% know it even if it’s the most obscure piece of media ever

In his spare time he watches those 5 hour long essay videos for fun as background noise

Please watch documentaries with him, doesn’t matter if their lighthearted or serious cause he just wants someone to watch with him

Speaking of which, if you do this with him he builds the most elaborate pillow forts known to man

Please encourage him to at least get 6 hours of sleep a night,the bags under his eyes are already bad enough

Won’t object if your ask to paint his nails or style his hair. He probably finds it somewhat relaxing especially if you talk to him about something while doing it

He rambled a lot about whatever he’s fixated on at the time, you don’t have to respond but just show him your listening and he’ll feel really happy

Totally brags about getting the feeling you were more than what you seemed lol

He sometimes secretly uses the bat computer to watch Netflix or Crunchyroll and play horror games. He says it adds ambiance to the experience

You walked in while he was playing phasmophobia and he screamed

He once used axe body spray and no one will let him live it down, he has his head in his hands as Jason recounts the story

Everyone dreads April fools cause of him and he’s recounted to you his various escapades

Your favourite is when he programmed the Batmobile’s honk into playing “Barbie girl”

He plays video games with you constantly. Doesn’t matter what game you wanna play cause he will find it

On patrol he’ll text you to see how your doing and if you need either him or anyone else to stop by

Else tells you to stay hydrated despite the fact he’s being a hypocrite

He patrols Twitter somehow while being a vigilante and gives people the ban hammer if he finds them being creepy

There is no mercy from him and they’ll have their account temporarily banned or in some cases deleted

He acts all innocent about it as well

Alfred is honestly just happy your ok and now have their support during your night duties

Like he knows your on good terms with most villains but it still gives him an extra layer of comfort that you know you can rely on them for help

Like mentioned before he already planning your room out before Bruce even signs those papers. He finds out what style of room you’d like, interests, favourite colour and goes to town on that interior design

He still packs you lunches but now he has added more foods that give more energy and protein

Whenever you try to help him out with anything other than some cooking and giving Bruce his tea/time coffee he will deny it

You have enough stress as it is you will not put more on your shoulders

Bakes a lot of fresh sweets with even fresher berries from his and Damien’s secret garden

Whenever you don’t go to Harley’s for getting wounds patched up he does it for you

At this point he’s probably more qualified than 50% if Gotham doctors with the amount of fatal injuries he’s stopped

When Bruce gets kinda worried that you hang out with like 50% of the villains in the city he reminds Bruce of Selina and Talia

That shuts Bruce up real fast

Sometimes at night you catch him doing grocery runs, you help him carry bags back to his car

He sometimes talks about his family, growing up and watching as things rapidly advanced from that of his childhood

It’s pretty interesting, especially considering the batcave is filled with super tech that would go for millions

Once again your half convinced he’s some sort of immortal/god in human form with the amount of patience he has

Along with the fact he somehow balances cleaning an entire mansion and batcave

How he does this no one knows

God help anyone who gets on his bad side cause he’s pulling out the umbrella to teach them proper manners

Example, the guy who thought it would be a good idea to heckle you about wearing a skirt

That man is scared to walk the night knowing he’s still out there

Eventually one night as you made your last rounds across the city and said hi to Waylon along with drop by the iceberg Lounge you end up back in the batcave

It’s peaceful as usual, even as you go up to Bruce who has his mask pulled off with a soft smile

He holds out a paper, pen in his other hand that he offers to you

You nod with a smile and take it, signing your name down on it

Gotham is definitely in a stir when everyone wakes up to the news that Bruce Wayne had adopted a new child

Bruce got at least 1 individual call from each justice league member

#platonic #damien wayne x reader #dc x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #magical girl y/n #Batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #time drake x reader #Alfred pennyworth x reader

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spideybatsy · 2 years

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Ocean Eyes | J.C.

Summary: Scarecrow and Bruce's apprentice keep running into each other.

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x GN!Reader

WC: 2K

Warnings: Kidnapping

Notes: I wrote this back on March, so please don't roast me too hard! I also suck at summaries, ngl.

Masterlist

You still remember the first time you met him. It had been a Tuesday night, Bruce had told you to stay at the manor but you were never one for following instructions. Anyway, it was a well-known fact that Batman had fairly regular run-ins with Scarecrow but you’d been forced to sit them out. Enough was enough, this was the time you’d be there too.

You’d arrived at a run-down warehouse and Bruce, upset but not surprised to see you, instructed you to go left while he went right, the two of you’d meet at the back. You’d finally cleared your side and spotted Batsy leant against the wall, submerged in the shadows.

“Nothing this way, should we go through the door?” You’d still been fairly new to all this, having only joined Bruce a few months prior.

“Sure, if that’s what you’d like.”

A chill ran down your spine, you’d heard his voice hundreds of times and that was not Bruce.

You’d gone to spin around but he was already there, pushing you back into the brick and knocking the breath out of you.

“What are you?” He hummed, the sound slightly muffled by the rough material covering his face. “Some sort of pet?”

“Get. Off. Me.” You pushed back against him but only managed to scratch some of your own skin.

His hand came up and cupped your face, squeezing your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I wonder what you’re hiding behind that mask.” He leaned in closer and you finally caught a glimpse of those bright blue eyes peaking from behind the mask. “I’ll have to look next time but for now it’s goodbye.”

His hand raised above his head and then everything went black. When you’d finally woken up, Bruce was hovering above you, doing the vital checks.

You didn’t see Scarecrow again that night.

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The second time you ran into him, you hadn’t even been looking. You were on patrol when screams came from an abandoned apartment block. You’d rushed over, busting every door open until you eventually found the man lying on the floor, cradling his legs as he rocked back and forth.

You’d heard about Scarecrow’s toxin but had never seen it yourself. Alas, you instantly recognised it and got to work. You approached the man with your hands up and softly let him know you were here to help. The squeak of a door in the corner caught your ear and by the time you had turned to investigate, Scarecrow was rushing towards you.

Caught off guard, you stumbled away before gracefully dodging him. You flipped back to face him can went in for another attack. It was only a matter of seconds later that you had him pinned to the floor, your legs on either side of his chest.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.” You’d mumbled, taking a moment to catch your breath.

“Then that makes two of us.” You couldn’t help but laugh, at least he had a sense of humour. He stared at you for a moment, almost like he was taken aback. “Not with your bat tonight?”

“That’s for me to know and you to worry about.” You smirked back. “Although clearly I don’t need help taking you down.”

You expected a laugh but instead he remained silent and simply stared at you. His eyes were so blue, almost as incredible as the most beautiful beach. You quickly shook the thought away, now was not the time.

“Do forgive me, my dear.”

You about to ask why when he moved forward, effortlessly flipping you around, so he was now sat above you. He pinned your wrists with one hand, the other creeping up to your mask. He took hold of it but didn’t remove it, he seemed almost hesitant.

“Please don’t,” you’d begged, the tears welling in your eyes.

“I simply must know.” He’d mumbled and then your mask was gone.

You must’ve been there for a few minutes, helpless as he simply looked you over. You’d felt almost self-conscious under his gaze. He mumbled something under his breath but you couldn’t make it out.

“As much as I’d love to stay, I must get going now.” He straightened up like he was going to move away and then froze. You could see his eyes dart back to you and then he leant over, grabbing something you couldn’t see.

It was your mask.

He gently put it back on you and made sure it was secure before he stood up and walked away. The room filled with gas as he closed the door behind him. The man in the corner continued to meltdown and then a few more screams came. There were more people in the room.

You immediately called Bruce for backup, but you couldn’t help but wonder why he’d put your mask back on. Was he saving you for a bigger and worse punishment? Or was he trying to protect you? And if so, why?

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The third time you saw him, you didn’t even know it.

You’d moved to Gotham so you could attend university, hoping to study psychology. You’d come from a low economic background and had seen too many loved ones fall into the pit of mental illness, some even succumbing to their worst thoughts. There was no decent help in your hometown, so your dream was to learn from the best and eventually return, bringing all your knowledge with you.

Even with a scholarship, you were forced to live in the worst part of Gotham. The Burrow. You don’t even remember how it happened, you had just stumbled into the right place at the right time and suddenly the Prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne himself, saw you. With the goodness of his heart, aka Alfred, he’d taken you in. It didn’t take long to find out about Batman and suddenly you were joining him on his missions.

Despite the fact you were now an ass kicking vigilante, you hadn’t given up on your dreams.

That’s how you found yourself at Arkham Asylum, completing an internship. You’d been working with Dr Brian, a sweet man who took great pride in what he did. It was your last day when you noticed a man standing at the end of the hallway, frozen. He was staring straight at you, so you waved sheepishly. He jumped slightly, before shaking his head and wondering in the opposite direction.

“Dr Brian, who is that?” You pointed down the hallway at him.

“Oh, that’s Dr Crane.” He laughed light, “he’s not very sociable. Don’t take anything he says personally.”

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day.

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That brought you too tonight. Bruce was being forced to attend a ‘boring old gala’ and brought you along. You’ve never been to such an event before and you couldn’t help but gasp as you looked up at the massive chandelier.

“We should get one of those for the manor.” You giggle, pointing up at it.

Bruce quirks his eyebrows before letting out a low chuckle, “sure, as long as it keeps you out of trouble.”

Tonight was also your first night free of patrol and study in months and you can’t help but smile a little brighter than usual. Bruce pretended he was dreading the night but you secretly think he was excited to have you by his side, not that he’d ever admit it.

You spend most of the night mingling, attached to Bruce’s side as he introduces you to all the rich people of Gotham. You’re getting another glass of wine when you spot something from the corner of your eye. Dr Crane stands across the room. He’s looking right back at you. You give him a small smile before turning back to find Bruce. Handing him glass of wine, you intertwine your arms.

The woman flirting with Bruce shoots you a begrudging smile, but you hardly notice, discretely looking around and finding Dr Crane again. He’s still looking at you.

You suck in a breath, why does he keep doing that?

Bruce notices your anxiety, excusing the woman as he gently asks what’s wrong.

“Dr Crane is here,” you’d told Bruce about your brief encounter at Arkham. “He keeps staring at me again.”

Bruce turns, easily spotting Crane in the crowd. “Let’s go talk to him, maybe he wants to give you some funding?”

You anxiously nod your head and stay with Bruce as he pushes through the crowd.

“Dr Crane, it’s lovely to finally meet you.” Bruce sticks his hand out, but Crane ignores it, shifting his glance between the two of you. He looks unbothered, like he’s not talking to one of the richest men in the world but instead some common thug.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Crane turns his attention to you, “and you are?”

You politely introduce yourself, instinctually going for a handshake. Just as you go to pull your hand back, he reaches out and takes it, giving it a firm shake.

A woman from the Asylum spots the three of us, quickly jumping in to talk to Bruce about donations. You awkwardly stand by, purposely looking away from the Doctor.

“Would you like to dance?” His question catches you off guard and you look to Bruce for an excuse but he hasn’t even noticed.

You sigh quietly under your breath, perhaps this can lead to more research in Arkham. “Of course.”

Crane gives you your hand and leads you to the dance floor, pulling you toward him and placing one hand on your waist. He begins to sway you.

“I wasn’t aware Bruce was in a relationship.”

“Oh god no,” you laugh. “He’s my cousin.”

You and Bruce had decided early on that you’d tell everyone you were cousins in hope of avoiding any suspicion.

“I must apologise for my actions at Arkham, I didn’t mean to be so rude.” Crane spoke, picking up the tempo as the song changed.

“It’s okay Dr Crane, we can all be awkward.” You smile and look up into his eyes. They’re so incredibly blue and they remind you of someone, but you just can’t put your finger on it.

“Please, call me Jonathan.” He chuckles. “So, what were you doing at Arkham?”

You immediately delve into your area of interest and upcoming plans. Jonathan seems genuinely interested, even though he looks up at something else every few seconds. “All of which depends on grant money, of course.”

“I’ll see if I can do anything.” A huge grins spreads across your face.

“That would be incredible, thank you!”

He bends down to stare at you and suddenly you can’t help but stare into his eyes. So, so blue. They’re almost as incredible as the most beautiful beach.

A chill runs down your spine.

You had definitely seen those eyes before. The eyes of a murderer. How could you ever forget.

Something in your expression must’ve changed, as suddenly his grip became tighter.

“What’s wrong?” He looks down at you through his glasses, those eyes burning holes into you.

“N-Nothing, I just remembered I need to tell Bruce something.” You release your hand but his holds on tight. You try to turn away but his grip is like a vice, you’ll have bruises in the morning.

“I-I-I,” you stutter. All of your training has gone out the window. “BRU-“

Jonathan clamps something around your mouth and it doesn’t take long to realise it’s a mask. Smoke begins to fill the air, as guests begin to scream and scramble away. You catch Bruce’s eye but it’s too late, he’s being dragged away by the crowd.

The world goes dark as Jonathan places a bag over your head, pushing you up so you’re hanging over his shoulder.

“Do forgive me, my dear.”

#Jonathan crane #scarecrow #scare crow #batman #dc #scarecrow x reader #Jonathan crane x reader #bruce wayne #x reader #Cillian murphy #cillian murphy #Cillian murphy x reader #y/n #peaky blinders

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natalie668 · 16 days

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Chapter 2 - Lost Girl

Warnings: will contain smut in future chapters, MFM, FM, sometimes more than 3 people lol. Violence (hello they’re vampires), mentions of drugs. (Paul smoking weed)

This story is going to be at least 30+ chapters. It’s still in its planning stages for the future but I love Lost boys (have since I was little) i need to let you all know that I’m a mother to 2 autistic children and a lot of my time is spent looking after them, but I will try and post at least weekly. Hope that’s ok with you all ❤️❤️ please feel free to post comments I’ll reply to every single one 🖤🖤

As we make our way through the crowds lingering across the boardwalk i can't help but to follow like a lost sheep. I have no clue where we're going but, but surely my soulmate can't be leading me to danger? That's why my legs willingly follow him as he makes his way towards a motorbike.

He gets on, and holds his hand out to me to take hold of, "come on, jump on." He says his eyes baring into my own.

I take a deep breath and pulling my pencil skirt upwards feeling rather self conscious, I get my leg over and secure my arms around his waist. This is my first time on a motorbike and my heart is in my throat. We begin to take off, he goes at a careful speed, we'd been driving for around 15 minutes before we came to a wooden looking house. We pull up the dirt path leading to the front of the home.

He kicks out the stand and slides off, his arms help me get off the bike, a smile now taking over his beautiful features. "This is my home, come on," he says as he leads me through the front door. "My mum should be home soon."

We make our way into what looks like a living room, there's a teenage boy sat on the sofa reading a Batman comic. I can't help but smile seeing a youngster reading.

He looks up from his comic, a frown marring his features, "why have you bought a girl home Mikey, moms not going to be happy." He practically finishes in sing song with a grin on his face.

He pushes his little brother by the shoulder, "Mom will be happy for me. Sammy; meet my soulmate - y/n."

Who i now know as Sam, his mouth opens wide like a gawping fish. He stutters, "Oh my god! Mikeys found his soulmate!?" He says practically vibrating on the spot with excitement. I can't help but to grin and smile at the kid. He seems so happy bless him.

I lean forward extending my hand, "it's nice to meet you Sammy,". We shake hands both of us grinning.

Michael wraps an arm around my shoulders, "well, I'm going to go get to know y/n some more, shout us when mums home." He says as we make our way up the stairs to what I can only assume is his bedroom.

We step into his bedroom and I take in the posters around jotted around on the walls. A single bed is the only thing to sit on in there. He sits himself down making himself comfy, I make my way over slipping my shoes off before climbing onto the bed.

We look at each other taking one another in, “So, what were you doing at the Board walk, you looked a bit lost. And I know I’ve never seen you there.” He says to me as I press my fingers to my lips, I can’t get over how good looking my soulmate is, he’s so handsome.

I look down at my hands, trying to think of what to say, whether to risk telling the truth and scaring my soulmate away or risking him getting me sent to a nut house. Oh sod it, what’s the worst that can happen.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” i say as i look up to him, “This morning I was in the year 2024, and I was on my way home from work, and I got hit by lightning and woke up on the sand in 1987.”

I peer up at, him waiting to see his reaction, peering up at him he seems shocked, obviously what else would you expect. “I promise I’m telling the truth, I know it sounds absolutely bonkers but it’s true.” I say as I look into his eyes, they seem to be taking in what I just said.

He leans forward, his fingers pressing to my cheek, he leans in and kisses my forehead, pulling me towards him. "I believe you, why would you lie about something like that." his chin is resting on the top of my head.

I lean in taking in his scent, I can't help but to feel safe in his embrace, snuggling against his chest. He smells me, I can hear his intake of breath breathing me in.

"You'll be ok love, I promise I'll take care of you forever." he says to me, nuzzling his face against me.

"Forever is a long time Michael, are you sure you can promise forever." i say to him grinning against his chest. I feel his chest vibrate with laughter.

"You'll find, we'll all be able to promise you forever, sweetheart." his fingers caress my hair, his fingers running through it.

I pull away from him, confused. "What do you mean we?," i say to him, does he know my other soulmates?

Michael is just about to speak when theres a knock against his bedroom door, "Come in," he says to the person at the door.

A beautiful blonde lady walks in, you hazard a guess that this woman is his mother. "Hi sweetie, it's lovely to finally meet my Michaels soulmate." she says as she rushes over and pulls me into a loving embrace. her warmness and nurturing nature reminds you of your own mother, a mother who would be in her 20s like yourself in 1987, the thought makes your head spin.

I lean into her hug, "Its lovely to meet you too," i say as she pulls back a huge loving smile on her face.

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bigfan-fanfic · 3 months

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Writing Game 1.1: Simple

Prompt: Picnic Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

Thank you to the 87 wonderful freaks who voted on my lil poll! I hope you enjoy the first of nine little short fics for this first round!

"Y'know, traditionally, picnics don't involve so much... silver." Clark chuckles, gesturing at the chilled silver tureen of fruit, the mahogany charcuterie board, and the few cloche-covered platters of sandwiches, profiteroles, and chocolate covered strawberries laid out as they take a picnic in the gardens on the grounds of Wayne Manor.

Bruce gives a smirk, his dark blue eyes twinkling. He leans across Clark, enjoying the way the farmboy blushes as he glances down where Bruce's shirt creases at the open button. "That so? I wasn't aware you were a picnic aficionado."

"Oh, hush." Clark chuckles, pushing ever so gently against Bruce's chest to move him back to his side of the plush red patterned carpet laid down beneath them in the garden - probably some material like cashmere.

"Truthfully, I... may have gone a bit overboard." Bruce admitted. "Despite my extensive training, I am... rusty with my culinary skills."

"Wait, you're telling me part of your Batman training was cooking?"

Bruce levels an unamused look at the astonished Kansan.

"Sorry. Carry on."

"I just... sometimes I can go overboard when it comes to extravagance, to cover up the inadequacy I feel at the basic level."

"You're charming enough at parties." Clark muses, observing Bruce, watching him make a conscious attempt to remain open in his body language, to defy the instinct telling him to conceal his emotions. It was adorable how hard he had to try to be vulnerable.

"It's easier when I'm playing a role. When I'm Bruce Wayne, the socialite, the Prince of Gotham, it's no different than playing the role of Matches Malone, or any other aliases. I can throw myself into the character. When I'm stripped of pretense... I'm woefully incomplete."

"Well, that's just not true."

Bruce rolls his eyes. "You really think that? My deficiencies in simply making a meal for myself without Alfred's aid, my failures as a parent and mentor, my lack of skill in basic socialization-"

"When you make yourself into a checklist, you're bound to leave some stuff out. You look at yourself with such a critical eye, you're bound to see all the flaws before the good. If nothing else, that just goes to show how self aware you are." Clark smiles, gently plucking a chilled square of watermelon.

"Leave it to you to turn my self-pitying musings into a complement."

Clark smiles, using a black cloth napkin monogrammed with a gold W to catch the juices of the fruit running down his chin. "Pa always used to try and freak me out. He said if you swallow a black watermelon seed, you'd grow a watermelon in your stomach."

Bruce raises an eyebrow. "I haven't heard about that."

"It's not true. In fact, it's not even anecdotally true; nothing will happen, they're not even slightly toxic, like apple seeds. It's just some random thing we used to say or believe. Like that you shouldn't swim right after eating."

Bruce doesn't talk about his parents. Just as a general rule. And he doesn't now, even though he can probably tell that Clark is wondering if Bruce's dad would've told him these silly little lies, or any of the other countless common parental platitudes. Clark is a deeply empathetic person, and it hurts him to imagine that Bruce never got to be with his parents. It's not even the same kind of situation as him with Jor-El and Lara, who are still somewhat strangers to him - he still had parents. Still had Ma and Pa. And Bruce had Alfred, but it couldn't be the same.

Clark looks at him and instead says, "Can I have a hug?"

And Bruce looks startled, but obliges him. Gracefully, fluidly rises and practically straddles Clark, embracing him. Clark sighs happily and leans back until he's lying down, Bruce on top of him, pulled into an inadvertent kiss.

They kiss for a while, then lie together looking straight up, watching the clouds drift by in the sunlight. A brilliant day, not even just by Gotham standards. Bruce still isn't sure that Clark didn't fly up there before the picnic to ensure the perfect weather.

"I don't mind how extravagant you are. I think it's just how you show love. And besides, I know you don't really mind how plain I am."

"I envy it. I wish I could be simpler, I just... don't know how."

"I don't need you simple, silly. I just need you."

"That's exactly the kind of sugary sweetness I expect from you."

"Why, I do believe I'm growing on ya, Mister Wayne."

Bruce looks at him. Clark looks back. He can see Bruce steeling himself, preparing. And he lets out a very, almost comically, serious...

"I love you."

Clark allows himself one second of pure shock, realizing just how much it took from Bruce to say that, finally.

"I love you too."

Bruce's hand finds its way into Clark's, and they stare into the sky until the sun starts to set and the honeybees start coming for the fruit left uneaten.

Some things, it seems, truly are that simple.

#writing game #bruce wayne x clark kent #superbat #dc headcanons #headcanons #i love the idea that bruce really wants to express his emotions #but it's just a mental block for him #and clark is just content to move at his pace #and they love each other

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Five Little Ducks

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman

Summary: Bruce finds a magically de-aged Jason.

Chapters: 3/13

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Zatanna Zatara

Additional Tags: De-Aged Jason Todd, Magic, Babysitting, Father-Son Relationship, Fluff and Angst, POV Third Person, Bruce Wayne is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne Tries, Jason Todd Has Issues, Childhood Trauma

Chapter Three: Rubber Duckie

Once the late afternoon rolled around, word got out that Jason had been turned into a child, and soon the manor was filled with life. Bruce sulked in the corner while everyone doted on his little boy. Duke stuck around most of the day, and he finally headed home. Still, the manor was filled with people. Dick came and did a few acro yoga tricks and made noodles for lunch, Steph came and did finger painting with him, and even Tim came around with puzzles. Bruce couldn't help but feel jealous, but he did his best to conceal it. At best, it was nice to see people running around the manor again. Jason made them all young again.

"Mr. Wayne," Jason whispered, tugging on Bruce's sleeve. "Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce snapped back to the present. "What's wrong?" Bruce asked.

Bruce picked Jason up. Jason threw his arms around Bruce's neck and hid his face. "Jason, didn't you have fun today?"

"Yeah... But... I still want you," Jason whispered.

"What's the matter?" Bruce questioned.

"Did something happen to my mommy and daddy?" Jason asked. Bruce didn't answer. "Usually, mommy would be awake by now. Did she get sick again?"

Bruce sat on the couch, holding Jason tight, and he took a deep breath. "Jason, would you like to stay with me for a while?" Bruce questioned. Jason started to cry. "Oh, Jason... I'm so sorry."

Dick came downstairs, looking at Bruce. "What's wrong?" Dick asked. Bruce shook his head.

"Not now, okay?" Bruce whispered as he rubbed Jason's back.

"Jason, I-. I used to think when people died, they were lost... But that's not true. You can always find someone who's died. Once you make someone real, they never stop being real. Your mommy will always exist, even if you can't see her. You can find her in your tears and in your memories and in your heart," Bruce whispered. He bounced Jason on his knee. "These tears are good... Because it means you loved her." Jason looked at Bruce and wiped his tears away.

"Do you think she knew?" Jason asked. Bruce nodded and kissed Jason's forehead without thinking.

"Oh, Jason, I didn't-."

"You're a nice man, Mr. Wayne," Jason whispered. Jason yawned, and Bruce looked at his watch. "I wish I wasn't so sad... I'm sorry."

"It's okay to be sad, Jason," Bruce whispered. Jason closed his eyes and lay his head on Bruce's chest. "It's almost time for bed... How about we call it a night?" Jason nodded. Dick gave Bruce a thumb's up and went upstairs. Bruce waited a few minutes and ran Jason a bath upstairs, still holding his hand. Jason stumbled backward and squeezed Bruce's hand.

"Jason?" Bruce asked as he hurriedly scooped Jason up.

"I'm okay, Mr. Wayne. I tripped," Jason reassured him, "Did I scare you?"

Bruce chuckled and nodded. "Only a little bit," Bruce laughed.

Jason looked up at Bruce. "I'm sorry," Jason giggled. Bruce stood on the opposite side of the stone partition while Jason bathed.

Jason sang the Rubber Duckie song to himself. Bruce held back his laugh. Jason never sang around him before. And he had a lovely voice. Bruce hummed along as Jason sang. He didn't want Jason to feel self-conscious about singing, so he didn't comment.

When he finished his song, he drained the tub and got dressed in his pajamas, and Bruce dried his hair. "Mr. Wayne?" Jason asked.

"Yes, Jason?" Bruce asked.

"Did you tell a fib when you went to my apartment?" Jason questioned. Bruce frowned and nodded.

"I didn't know how to tell you... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you," Bruce apologized, "Adults make so many mistakes, and that was a big one... But you were already frightened last night, and I didn't want to frighten you any more than I already did."

"Thank you for telling the truth," Jason whispered. Bruce nodded.

"Thank you for being so forgiving," Bruce replied while carrying Jason to bed. He started to pull up a chair, and Jason started to cry. He wiped his tears away as they came, trying not to seem fussy, but it broke Bruce's heart. "Jason?"

"Please don't go away," Jason pleaded, "Can you sleep in here?" Bruce kissed the top of Jason's head and climbed in next to him.

"I'm going to tell you a very special story tonight... It's about a man and his little bird," Bruce whispered, "Okay? I'm not leaving you. I'm right here... And I'm gonna tell you a story." Jason breathed as Bruce gestured for him to inhale and exhale until he calmed down. "Ready?"

Jason nodded and closed his eyes. "I'm not asleep. I want to imagine your story in my head," Jason whispered. He hiccupped and apologized. Dick poked his head in the door, and Bruce invited him in.

"There once lived a man who was very sad. He was so sad that most people thought he was angry," Bruce paused, "Until he met a little bird. This little bird had bright colors. Its feathers were brightly colored and chirped louder than all the other birds. He thought that the bird was just angry when he first heard it, but when the man got closer, he saw this bird had an injured wing.

"So, he took the bird home and nursed it back to health... And that bird did a beautiful dance. The dance was so beautiful that some people came far and wide to see this bird dance... And it made the man happy. So happy, he decided to cage the bird and keep it hidden. This was wrong because this type of bird wasn't meant to be locked away. It stopped dancing, and it started chirping louder than all the others.

"So, the man got angry and sent the bird away. He thought he'd be alone forever after that... And so, he became sad all over again.

"That was until he found a second bird. It wasn't as brightly colored or loud as the other bird was, but it got caught in his fence. When he tried to help the bird, it bit him. It didn't make the man angry. It made him laugh. The bird chirped and cried, but it stopped fighting once it was free.

"This bird didn't do a special dance or chirp loudly. No. This bird followed the man everywhere faithfully. It didn't mind being caged. But the man was careless. He left the bird out, and it fell prey to a cat-."

"No," Jason mumbled. Dick looked at Bruce and shook his head.

"But the bird lived. Instead of waiting for the man to return or chirping for help, the bird ran away. The man searched for the bird for many years, hoping to find his beloved friend... But every time he got close, the bird would bite him and fly away, ashamed of its scars.

"In the man's life, he had many birds. All of them were unique, but none were ever like the one he lost. All the other birds came back to see the man and make him smile, but he never forgot his second bird. His second bird was so frightened and ashamed, feeling like it'd never be like all the other birds... But that's what the man loved most. The bird didn't want anything. It only wanted to be loved. He wasn't angry or brightly colored or crafty like the others... He was something so inexplicably beautiful," Bruce whispered. Jason sank down into his pillow, and Dick smiled. They waited to ensure Jason was asleep before Dick stepped toward the bed.

"I'll go out tonight with some of the others... But I hope we can talk about our miniaturized friend here," Dick whispered.

"I don't know what happened to him. All I know is it was a magic spell, and I don't feel like un-shrinking him any time soon," Bruce confessed.

"At least you're being honest with yourself... And you know what? I agree with you. I spent some time with him today and learned so much about him... Did you know his mom used to be a vocal coach before she got sick?" Dick asked. "There are so many things I didn't know about his life before-. He desperately wants someone to love him."

"And I let him down," Bruce whispered.

"We all did... It's not only on you. It's on all of us," Dick replied.

#fic #five little ducks fic #batfam #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #stephanie brown #tim drake mention #angst and fluff #de-aged jason todd

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When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 9

Okay so I may have gotten a bit lazy with posting to tumblr, but I figured I ought to so. Ye.

Pt 1. Pt.8 Ao3

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Red Hood doesn't get nervous. Not when on mission, not when delegating his criminal empire, not when the Batman pokes his nose in his business, not even when all his plans are failing in a spectacular fireworks show. Because he knew he always had a way out. He had met death and come back. He had tangled with the nastiest foes the universe had to offer. No. No Red Hood didn't get nervous. Jason Todd though?

Well maybe he did.

No matter what he did to calm his nerves, anxiety continued to prickle at his skin. It's just a date right? No reason to be nervous. He would take Danny to get a quick dinner at his favorite diner, then they'd go to this big party at the Gotham Planetarium. It was simple. No way to mess it up.

But what if Danny had an allergic reaction to something at the diner? What if the event was too stuffy and boring? What if they hung out in person and Danny decided he didn't actually like Jason in that way? God, what if Jason said something that comes off a bit too stalker-y or murder-y? Well he had stalked them hadn't he? What if that drove them off?

The thought spiral was cut off as Jason splashed water onto his face.

No. Can't think like that. he sighed as he reached for a towel. Tonight's going to be fine he assured himself. no. Not fine, amazing.

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Danny's heart couldn't stop racing as he stood on the outside steps of his building. Well, more of beat at a normal-for-humans-pace, but the point remains; He was excited, to say the least. Despite the whole week having drug on and on, the day had passed in a blur. Wake up, classes, lunch, get ready for the date- which honestly proved much easier than expected. The event flyer had said 'formal dress code' and well, Danny didn't have many formal clothes so the choices were easy to choose from.

He'd scrounged up some black slacks, to pair with his dark blue dress shirt, patterned with gold constellations, which matched with his gold half moon earrings. Both had been birthday gifts from Jazz. Completed with a simple black tie and jacket, Danny was really proud of his outfit. He'd even managed to find an ironing board to use!

All this paled in comparison when Jason arrived.

Ancients, this man was gorgeous.

The incessant beating in his chest, that had been driving Danny nuts for the past hour, finally died down as his heart literally stopped for the man who was now climbing off his parked motorcycle. Danny couldn't help but admire him. His dark grey suit was perfectly tailored, and he moved with such smooth ease it was almost hypnotic.

His breath caught in his throat as Jason finally reached the top of the steps, although that may have been his ghost sense.

"Evening," Jason said as he pressed a kiss to Danny's hand, "you ready to go?" Ancients Danny was going to die again.

"Yup," he responded as Jason led him to the motorcycle.

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Okay so the problem is: that diner that Jason wanted to take Danny to? Yeah it got robbed last night, and maybe slightly blown up in the process.... but it's okay because there'll be food at the event right? It's fine. Except it's fancy rich people food, hmmm. So they got fast food instead. It was nice. Danny didn't seem too upset by the change of plans and the conversation flowed easily between them as they shared fries.

He was absolutely everything. Jason loved Danny's laugh. The way his eyes would sparkle, almost glow, under the right lighting. The sound of his voice as he regaled Jason with stories of his friends. And he couldn't get over Danny's freckles, spattered across his face and down his neck.

Jason would readily admit that he had been stunned when he first saw Danny standing on those steps. He seemed the pinnacle of style, it had made Jason a bit self conscious of his own boring grey suit.

He'd had to take a moment to gather himself before he'd climbed the stairs to meet him. Danny had blushed when he had taken his hand. Jason loved that too.

The rest of the date would go perfectly, he'd make sure of it.

While galas weren't exactly his thing, Jason had never been fond of them even when he was legally alive and living with Bruce, this one was amazing. And it wasn't the rich party goers, or the live music, or the fancy rich people food. Most of it came from the way Danny's eyes lit up upon entering the observatory. The man was practically bursting at the seams as his eyes flit from the star charts on the walls, to the various astronomical instruments littered about the room, until they finally zeroed in on the giant telescope at the center of the room.

Jason let himself get dragged around as Danny ranted about one thing or another.

"I've been following this comet all month, Harington-Abel was actually one of the first comets I observed. I was almost six at the time. It comes by every seven or eight years and I always make the time to see it." Danny said, a fond smile gracing his lips as he turned to Jason. "Thank you for taking me here."

Jason just squeezed the hand that had yet to let go of his, offering a smile of his own. "No problem," he whispered.

Danny's grin grew wider as he launched into another explanation on the comets history. The night went perfectly.

Until it didn't.

It should have been expected really, being in Gotham and all, but Jason was still caught off guard when the shots rang out. And when the crowds began to surge he hadn't been able to keep ahold of Danny. Within minutes the two were separated.

Damnit, this was supposed to be his night off. Oh well, looks like Hood would have to rock the shit out of whichever of Gotham's rouges gallery had decided to crash his date.

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The room was in a panic. Danny had lost Jason and had to turn slightly intangible to avoid getting stampeded. Luckily, floor space became much more abundant as party goers fled. Unluckily, those who remained in the ballroom found themselves staring down the barrels of several very big, very scary, guns.

"This is a hostage situation!" Someone yelled, "everyone sit your asses down and put your hand on your heads!"

Oddly enough, most of the party goers only looked mildly annoyed as they followed orders. Danny considered not complying for a moment, but then one of the goons pointed a gun at him and growled. Danny decided he didn't feel like getting shot today, because while it wouldn't kill him, it would still hurt like a bitch, and he didn't want to worry Jason. Ancients, Jason. I hope he got out, or is at least safe.

Danny craned his neck to search the room but came up with nothing.

"Alright! Everyone empty your pockets, put any valuables in a pile in front of you! No funny business, ya hear?" The same man from earlier called.

Honestly, there were probably smarter things to do, but see, Danny is what we in the business like to call; an idiot? Which is why he didn't move to take out his wallet, unlike everyone else in the room. Unfortunately this did not go unnoticed, evident by the way a goon stomped over to him, crouched, and stuck the barrel of their gun under Danny's chin.

"Fork it over pretty boy," They growled, their smile not reaching their eyes. Danny noted how they were missing a considerable amount of teeth. He voiced that observation. (See this is why we call him an idiot).

The goon seethed, anger flaring in their eyes as the gripped the front of Danny’s shirt. "Why I Oughta-"

"Oof," Danny cut them off, having caught a whiff if their horrendous breath, "when was the last time you brushed your teeth dude?"

It was at this moment that Danny knew: he fucked up. Silently he cursed himself for his lack of filter, and/or sense of self preservation. Oh well, sorry Jason. If Danny's getting shot he may aswell punch a few people.

"What's that?" He exclaimed, staring pointedly at something behind the goons back; grinning when they turned to look. Danny took the opening, landing a solid blow to their face which sent them careening to the ground. He winced at the sickening popping sound, wondering for half a moment if he had put too much strength into that punch.

The room suddenly filled with shouting once more and Danny knew he would need to move fast if he was going to avoid unnecessary casualties. Although it had been awhile since he'd fought living people, his core thrummed with the promise of a fight.

Duck. weave. move. Punch. It all came easily, he didn't even have to transform or use any of his more ghostly powers.

One guy came charging at him, yelling and brandishing his gun like a club. Danny simply took a step to the side and let the behemoth of a man crash into his cohorts. He ducked another swing at his head and swept another's feet out form under them. Someone grabbed him from behind and Danny bit that motherfucker's hand, hard.

"GET THIS GUY OFF OF ME!" The man screamed as he tried pulling away, but Danny held tight.

Someone else- fuck how many of these people are there?- grabbed Danny by the waist and pulled him off the man who would probably never have a career in hand modeling after this.

Danny scrambled In the person's grasp, kicking, clawing, and biting at anything he could reach. His foot connected with something soft, followed by a wheeze, causing the grip around his torso to lessen enough for Danny to squirm out. He turned In time to see his aggressor curl up on the floor, tears streaming down their face.

"Fucking Hell!" Danny screamed as something tore through his calf. Great, the idiots remembered they have guns, Danny thought, sparing a glance to survey the damage. He'd probably be fine, the bullet had only grazed him, but it would hurt like a bitch for a few days at least.

Like a demon straight from hell itself, Danny went after the remaining goons. In a matter of minutes, the fight was over.

"Damn, that felt good. Everyone okay?" He called, surveying the room for any sign of injury, or Jason. Danny kind of hoped he hadn't seen that, might scare the man off, and he had been getting fond of him too. Luckily (or unluckily depending on how you see it) Jason was not in the crowd of faces in the main ballroom where the fight had taken place.

Some of the hostages managed to break their shock enough to help Danny tie up the bad guys and toss them in a pile near the center of their room. Danny was just about to toss the last guy on said pile when his ghost sense did that half sense thing like when-

"Jason?" He called.

Instead, Red Hood burst through the doors, pistols at the ready. "Alright, which one of you fuckers decided to ruin my evening because I swear to fuck-" He stopped short at the sight displayed before him. He lowered his pistols as he took it in. "What the-" Finally his gaze landed on Danny.

"Oh, hi again!" Danny beamed, shifting the guys weight so he could wave at Hood. "Sorry for the uh- mess. None of them are dead though so don't worry."

There was a long pause, Danny almost flat uncomfortable with the way Red Hood was staring at him. Finally, the vigilante broke the silence.

"You have blood on your face." The unbothered tone stunned Danny for a second before he wiped at his face.

"Probably from that guy's hand," he responded, gesturing at the man he had bitten who was currently at the bottom of the pile.

Hood chuckled at that, a creepy sound coming through the modulator. "Sick," he said before turning on his heel and matching right back out the door. "Looks like you've got this covered so imma head out."

"Well bye then, I guess."

Then Hood was gone.

A few hours of police questioning later, Danny finally found Jason sitting on the steps outside. Apparently he had been swept out the door in the stampede of people and had spent the whole time worrying about Danny who found it incredibly sweet.

Danny breathed a sigh of relief as he plopped down and leaned against Jason's (incredibly muscular) shoulder.

"Sorry about such a terrible first date."

"Don't sweat it man, this isn't the worst date I've been on." Danny replied, turning to face his date, "Besides, I had fun. Y'know before the hostage situation bits."

Jason chuckled at that. A win in Danny's book. Ancients, Jason has a nice smile.

"Alright let's get you home, it's been a long night,"

"Ugh I don't want to get up," Danny bemoaned as the other stood, taking his shoulder with.

"Come on," Jason laughed pulling at Danny's arm. He groaned more but allowed Jason to pull him to his feet. Danny hissed suddenly at a sharp pain in his leg before falling forward into Jason's arms.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Danny winced as he shifted his weight, damn he'd be sore tomorrow. "Nothing, got grazed by a stray bullet is all," he said, but quickly hurried on when worry washed over the other man's face. "Don't worry I got the paramedics to check it, it should be fine in a few days so long as I keep it clean." Danny of course, hadn't talked to the paramedics, he had, in fact, been avoiding them. But Jason didn't need to know that.

Jason frowned but seemingly accepted the answer nonetheless. "Alright," he said. Danny smiled at him.

"See it's fine, I can even walk," Danny said moving to take a step. But as if by some cruel joke from the gods, he tripped. He fell for only a moment before Jason caught him and pulled him back.

"Deja vu," he smirked. Danny felt heat brush at his cheeks just as his feet were swept from beneath him.

"I can walk you know," he pouted but didn't struggle as Jason carried him to his bike.

"Yeah I'm sure that why you fell after one step."

Danny humbled indignantly in lieu of a proper response as he was deposited on the leather seat.

"Beside I feel kind of responsible for getting you home safe after this whole debacle. I mean it's my fault you were here and all." Something warm bloomed in Danny's chest as he accepted the helmet Jason gave him.

Danny didn't stop smiling the entire way home. Jason walked him all the way to his dorm. They parted with promises to do this again, minus all the hostage-y bits.

All things considered, it was a really good date.

Pt. 10

#when you accidentally kill a clown #dp x dc #dead on main #dp x dc jason todd #dp x dc danny fenton #the long awaited date episode

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celaenaeiln · 2 months

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what do you think are the Batfam’s enneagram types? Specifically Bruce, Dick, Jason, Cass, Tim, Damian, Barbara and Steph, And anyone else you think important (l think Dick is mostly a type 2 and 1. Haven’t looked into the others yet) I’m asking because I think knowing a character’s personality type (OC or not) can help you write them in character, and I know a personality test probably isn’t going to fit them 100% just like real people but it could be a great guide

Ennegram Chart source

Bruce

Bruce is a 5 no doubt.

I feel like this is pretty self-explanatory. The description is a checklist of his personality traits.

Dick

Dick is 1, 2, and 3.

I would say 3 is his overarching personality, 1 is a secondary/support of the main one - 3 - and 2 is the other half of his personality. The thing about Dick is that he feels an almost pathological need to keep succeeding, keep doing better, and break every limit. It's not for anyone else, it's for himself because he doesn't feel like himself if he's not perfect. All of 1, 2, and 3's traits

Jason

Jason is an 8.

Ever since his Robin days, Jason has always been more on the willful side. As in, I want to do my own thing. Deal with it. And after coming back as Red Hood he wasn't initially self-confident but he's grown into it. No one can influence him to do anything and he's ready to throw hands if someone pushes too much.

Tim

Tim is a 5 or 6.

Smart, genius boy detective obviously (he's no isolated tho) so that explains 5 but Tim leans more towards 6. He's loyal to the cause and he's very responsible. But he's also a huge cute dork who's always on the look out for something that is off and he's always worried and thinking about what's wrong and what could go wrong. He's mainly a 6 with a little bit of 5 added in (perceptive, innovative, sometimes secretive).

Cass

Cass is a 5.

Cass and Bruce are identical. The way they think and act, Cass is a like a Batman 2.0 but better.

Steph

Steph is a 4.

DC really wants her to be a 7-

But I wrote a whole essay on why she's not a 7, but a 4 instead. She's not self-absorbed in the "I only love myself" way, she more of a "How can I constantly improve myself" type. When something bad happens her mind can get really down in the dumps about it but she tries her best to be positive - she's not withdrawn but expressive, dramatic, and temperamental definitely.

Damian

Dami is 3 or 8.

The achiever was instilled in him by his mother to constantly work to be the best at whatever he tries and now it's just a part of his personality. He's very self-conscious. 8 because like Jason, he does what he wants when he wants. No one can tell him what to do (unless it's Dick but gosh Bruce really tried).

Duke

Duke is 9.

Duke is extremely strong-willed but he does it in a nice way. He works towards heroism and every action he takes, it's aimed at helping people. He has a very strong sense of right and wrong and nothing will stop him from doing what is right. That being said, he gets along with everyone and is very easy going and caring, it's just that he won't compromise his morals for it. He's very loving in like a familial way.

Barbara

Barbara is an 8.

Dominant. She has a strong need to be in control at all times and know everything and when something gets in the way of that control, she gets very angry and persistent. She's confident in her abilities and makes decisions in which no one can influence her. She knows what she wants and she will get it whatever may come.

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