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burningrosesbythesea · 6 months

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You're a grandpa! (How does it feel to be old Bruce???)

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Batman sat before the Batcomputer’s screen, brooding in its blue light. The three strangers weren’t lying, there was no doubt with the evidence of Magpie’s DNA. Magpie was definitely related to Bruce, albeit he wasn’t his son (thankfully); but when he mentioned this newfound information, Milo and Cindy warily glanced at Terry.

Still, Bruce couldn’t believe he allowed someone other than Cass or Damian to take on the mantle of Batman.

He sent Damian out on patrol with Dick, mostly to prevent his youngest son from scarring the three for life. A tiny and angry 12-year-old with a katana? No, that would traumatize anyone.

Figuring that Kate, Cass, Jason, Dick, and Damian could handle patrol themselves, Bruce decided that he should at least try to get to know the three teens.

. . .

“So basically, the bitch–”

“Miss Cindy, I do have to ask you to refrain from swearing.” Alfred chided, setting down a bowl of cookie batter.

“Holly,” Cindy corrected, setting down a baking sheet next to Alfred, “activated this machine that opened a portal. So Terry had to send Matt-”

“Who’s Matt?” Bruce asked, walking into the kitchen. He surveyed the scene, Terry was in the pantry looking for something while Milo looked at the microwave in awe. All three of them still had their suits on, but had donned off their masks.

“My little brother,” Terry answered, poking his out of the pantry, “he’s also my Robin.”

“Ah,”

“An actual, old-fashioned microwave…” Milo murmured.

“Baba and Otou-san aren’t that old,” Cindy scoffed, catching the roll of parchment paper that Terry tossed to her.

Alfred poured Bruce a cup of coffee, “Two dads?” Bruce wondered.

“Yes, I can see the family resemblance from here.” Alfred chuckled, gesturing to Milo and his spiky hair.

“Damian.” Bruce thought.

He was more concerned about Damian inheriting the “adopting random orphans on impulse” gene than anything really. Seeing as how Cindy and Milo called each other siblings, but looking nothing like each other.

“You’re… part Japanese, right?”

Milo nodded at Bruce, “Cindy has Australian blood, I think. Otou-san found her in a dumpster.”

Cindy threw a spoon at him, which Milo narrowly dodged. “Shut up Minoru!” she hissed.

“Miss Cindy! We do not throw cutlery!” Alfred scolded.

“Sorry Alfred!” she squeaked.

“The entire family is weird,” Terry informed, carrying a bag of chocolate chips, “Like Milo and Cindy’s other father used to be a villain.”

“Terry!” The two yelped in unison.

“Oops–” he spluttered, dropping the bag near the cookie batter bowl.

“Excuse me?” now Bruce was really worried. Damian really shouldn’t have possessed the “attracted to criminals” gene from him.

“It’s nothing!” Cindy insisted, totally ignoring how Milo began chasing Terry around with a rolling pin. “Otou-san gave up the criminal life a long time ago.”

“Not. Helping!”

“I’ll shut up now–”

Alfred let out an amused sigh as he began pouring a cup of chocolate chips into the batter, “My, my, look how much we’re learning today.”

Bruce began to rub his temples from the info overload, “Is that all? Or are you going to tell me that one of you is related to a warlock?”

The three went deadly silent.

“Oh God.” Bruce groaned.

“So back to the story!” Cindy exclaimed, eager to switch the topic, “We got sucked into this giant portal and passed out. Next thing I know, we’re in the same warehouse, but in the past! Where you’re not old!”

Alfred listened to Cindy as he began to roll out the dough to make cookies.

Milo sat beside Bruce, staring at him with wide eyes. At first glance, you could hardly see the similarities between him and Damian; but, upon further inspection, Bruce could see his son in Milo.

“So, are the cookies for the rest of the family when they get back from patrol?” Terry asked as he began to help Alfred.

“I figured that tonight’s patrol would come in hungry,” Alfred said, putting the cookies onto the baking sheet.

“Who’s on patrol tonight?” Cindy wondered.

“Dick, Damian, Cass, Kate, Jason–”

“Uncle Jason?!” Cindy squealed, “Is he coming over?! I have to meet the legend himself when he was young!”

“Schway! Do you think he’d show us some of his old-fashioned guns?” Milo wondered excitedly.

“I hope he does,” Terry grinned, putting the sheet into the oven, “I’m more excited to see the earlier versions of his helmet.”

. . .

When Matt finally found Cassandra, he didn’t even have to say anything before she scooped him up and threw him into the Batmobile before getting in herself and zooming over to the Batcave.

Now he stood in front of Bruce.

“What happened?” Bruce grunted, tinkering with the computer. “I can’t reach the rest of your patrol.”

“Terry– He– Holly–” Matt couldn’t get the words out. His mind raced with the many possibilities of what happened to the three the moment Terry ordered him to leave.

Cass placed her gloved hand on Matt’s shoulder in an act of comfort, “Think, then speak.” she seemed to say.

Okay, what did Bruce need to know? He needed to know why Terry, Cin, and Milo weren’t responding to his coms. Why? Because the stupid machine Holly turned on probably killed them. How did they get into this situation in the first place? They were on a mission– Wait, it was Cindy’s mission. She usually never patrols at night unless she conducts a heist. So when he, Terry, and Milo went out for patrol and stumbled upon Cindy, they offered to help. Cassandra and Stephanie were fine with it and continued on with their patrol.

“We were helping Cindy out with a lead,” Matt began, finding his words, “Steph and Cass said it was okay so we went out to an abandoned warehouse in the historical district.”

Bruce got up and reached out for his cane, “And?”

“There’s this machine that was considered dangerous, so Cindy needed to destroy it before anyone got hurt.”

Matt heard shuffling, and he gulped. He really hoped that he wasn’t here right now.

“We were ambushed by some guards, and Holly turned on the machine. It started making this really awful buzzing sound and it glowed blue. Terry told me to leave and I did–” he choked up, “I heard them talk before their com lines just stopped working.”

Bruce now stood in front of him, grimacing. “I’ll send Steph to check out the damage,”

“It’s going to be okay,” Cass spoke, softly squeezing his shoulder. She had removed her cowl at some point, allowing her short black hair to frame her face.

“Okay?” A voice choked out in disbelief.

Akira stormed over, adjusting his green cloak over his shoulders. “My kids could be dead for fucks sake.” he hissed.

“Easy Akira,” Bruce warned, “you don’t want to be doing something stupid and getting hurt.”

“Hurt?” the younger man scoffed, adjusting his mask, “I can deck at least 3 of your kids in a fight, don’t tell me that I’ll get hurt.”

“To be fair, you can’t beat Dick in a fight.” Matt pointed out.

“Yet,” Akira retorted as he got on his hover-motorcycle, “Tell Steph to wait up, I’m going with her.”

“I’m going with,” the boy said, “Terry’s my brother, I have to make sure he’s okay.”

Akira gestured for Matt to hop on.

Cass fitted her cowl over her head again before walking off to the Batmobile, “Returning to patrol.” she announced before closing the door.

“Don’t do anything stupid, please.” Bruce sighed.

“No promises.”

As the two vehicles zoomed out of the Batcave, the former vigilante’s shoulders slumped, “I’m getting too old to deal with this.”

#original character #oc #terry mcginnis #batman #alfred pennyworth #matt mcginnis #cassandra cain #cassandra cain is batwoman change my mind #dc batman #fanfic #batman beyond

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batwomans-number-one-fan · 8 months

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Little ooc chibi drawing of Euderma :3

#dc #batfamoc #batman #bruce wayne #batwoman #kate kane #nightwing #dick grayson #redhood #jasontodd #redrobin #timdrake #robin #damian wayne #talia al ghul #dc oc #dc universe #dc comics

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superlustersnew52 · 2 years

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it is kinda funny how the CW did Crisis on Infinite Earths to consolidate all of their universes into one only for them to go on to cancel all but one show on the new Earth Prime and instead make shows about different universes

#this is the second time Crisis On Infinite Earths was supposed to end the multiverse only for it to not do that at all #Superman & Lois just confirmed its set in its own universe (where Superman is the only hero)#so only Flash remains from Earth Prime #but also you can REALLY feel how much the CW hates Supergirl lol #first Supergirl was always written with Kara basically just being Clark #then they cancel Supergirl at the same time as starting Superman & Lois #now Superman & Lois is set in a universe where she doesn't exist #(when they also just cancelled Batwoman to instead make a show about their new Robin OC white guy)#ooc

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jinxedkarma-art · 2 years

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Second member of the Red Rouges, Red Hunter! The third is Jason Todd but you guys know him so there's no need for a character sheet. My druggie Jesus is a childhood friend of Jason, and his boyfriend is his bike's mechanic. #gotham #gothamoc #dc #dccomics #dccomicoc #batman #batmanoc #batgirloc #batwoman #batsona #oc #ocart #originalart #superhero #superherooc #digitalart #redhood #robin #nightwing #redsparrow #jinxedkarma #jinxedkarmaocs #jinxedkarmaart #illustration #comic #comicart #ocref #joker #brucewayne #jasontodd https://www.instagram.com/p/CPRNh5ZraIJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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justmoreocs-writing · 10 months

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Kayleigh (Batwoman OC) speaks Greek. She learnt it because she was bored one day, and she occasionally talks to herself in Greek when Luke’s being annoying. Her brother knows little bits, enough to tide her rants if she’s going at it.

Harri (Harry Potter: Marauders Era OC: Birds of a Feather) takes a sparrow as her animagus form. Her story also used to have a different name, but I might do that as a chapter title or oneshot title instead: Namesake.

#Repost #Made By Me #Answered Questions #Batwoman OCs #Harry Potter: Marauders Era OCs #Not All Heroes #Birds of a Feather #Kayleigh Lovett #Harriette Brooks #Kay Lovett #Harri Brooks

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findingroleplays · 2 years

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I am looking for people that roleplays on Facebook, mainly in the Arrow verse, from shows like Arrow, Supergirl, Batwoman, Flash & Legends of Tomorrow. Many spots are still currently open and my friend and I are very welcome of OC characters as well so if anyone is interest, don't hesitate to contact me!

#facebook rp #arrow #supergirl #batwoman #flash #legends of tomorrow #ocs welcome

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waspredteeth · 1 month

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You know what I've realized these past several months on Tumblr and just...years of consuming content?

It's pretty rare for the fandom to acknowledge Gotham as a city. A real, living city with people in it. Like, sure we always get cutesy posts about Batman or the others from outside perspectives or fics that include interesting ocs (I love u if you do that btw).

But what I mean isn't that. What I mean is: does anyone think of Gotham and its citizens as actual people? Because I've sure seen kind of the opposite.

I see constant arguments or heavily biased (mostly misinformed) posts regarding what Bruce does and how the Batman helps the city. That his riches would get lost in corruption and no one can save the city unless there's violence. You could try and make the argument, sure. But we've seen time and time again in comics that Bruce uses his money to the benefit of the city. We've seen in comics that he employs people who are disadvantaged and gives them opportunities. People know Bruce Wayne gives jobs and treats his employees well. He donates heavily to charities, creates his own organizations, funds Leslie Thompkin's clinic, and consistently updates the safety of his own buildings. People (at least post-Crisis) would know that Bruce Wayne did everything he could to save Gotham after the Cataclysm earthquake/No Man's Land - that he went up against Congress. Of course, not everyone would like Batman. Not everyone would trust the Wayne name. They'd see a stranger who prowls nightly and may or may not rescue you. They'd see the privilege of an old rich name who gets to exert his influence over the city. If you go to him for help, you go to him with the fear, and anticipation of rejection or with the knowledge that he will be safe.

I've also seen the (imo) ridiculous notion that Crime Alley citizens would trust the Red Hood. Maybe some would now, after the reboots and actual comic book evidence that he's doing something. But I cannot fathom living in a city with such heavy crimes occurring and then trusting what is essentially a cop. People don't know the Red Hood. They don't know Jason Todd. They would only know: 1. he has tried and succeeded various times to take over organized crime and drug routes 2. he can and will kill if he sees it fit. In some people's eyes, he would be a cop with even less judicial oversight. In some families, he would be the killer of their breadwinner, of their fathers or family members or lovers. A man with a gun. Eyes without a face. If you go to him for help, you go to him for blood.

This doesn't even begin to lay out the insane amount of vigilantes who live/operate in Gotham. The Batman is not the only figure. The Red Hood is not the only figure. If you boil down Gotham to only the conflict between these two characters, you miss the nuances and varied opinions of the city by miles. If you boil down Gotham to just Batman-affiliates, you miss even more.

For every person who doesn't trust Batman, there's someone who'd prefer Huntress. For every child who lives in fear but can't trust an adult, there's Robin or Batgirl. For an abused woman, there's other women out there who help: Catwoman or Black Canary or Holly Robinson. There's people who'd never trust a vigilante but want safety, they'd have Leslie Thompkins (who operates in Crime Alley) or Lucius Fox who could give them a job.

Not to mention, Batman is very obviously white. There would be some people who would rightfully mistrust white men, and would prefer figures like Orpheus or Onyx or Batwing or the Signal or Huntress (post-N52). There's the Creeper, who would be terrifying but some might prefer the monster over the man. There's Ragman, an explicitly Jewish vigilante who was literally called the Tatterdemalion of the Oppressed and trusted by the poor and homeless. There's Batwoman, Mother Panic, Spoiler, Nightwing, Red Robin, Azrael, Bluebird, the enigmatic idea of the Oracle, Anarky, Ghostmaker, Gotham Girl/Boy, Catman, Alan Scott-Green Lantern, Wildcat.

Hell, maybe someone who lives in Gotham would just straight up trust Superman or the Flash or Wonder Woman more than anyone else. Maybe they'd never once trust someone acting for a perceived view of justice and would just trust an employer like Two-Face or the Riddler or any mobster.

I'm stressing my point here: when you write anyone who lives in Gotham City, keep in mind that they don't know they live in a comic book world. Secret identities are foreign to them, they only know the base actions of each vigilante. Each person's opinion will heavily vary. Every experience colors their view of the city and vigilantes as a whole. Just, idk, widen your horizons and consider about what someone living in a place like Gotham would really think.

To that end, read the comics!!! Research actual cities!!! Take in experiences and history!!! It's all interesting and just adds so much more.

You want one comic that shows Bruce helping Gotham and the various views of Gothamites, read Gotham Knights #32, published in 2002 and titled "24/7." Read it online illegally if you have to!!

#i'm not hating on existing content #make what you want!#I've just always wanted to see more #because there is more to explore #dc #batman #dc comics #batman meta #gotham city #DM for a link to the comic issue if you want #just be prepared for a comic website with pop-up ads #robin #dc meta #bruce wayne #I am Not tagging all these people

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the-antiapocalyptic-man · 23 days

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what is the Robin timeline in ur headverse? Like what’s the order and where do they end up later in the timeline? (also love ur art its amazing)

okay, stick with me, this is a journey:

Bruce wasn't the first Batman in the headverse, that was an OC named Dr. Aloysius Flying Fox (later just Aloysius Fox). His Robin was John Blake, who's thus first by technicality. Al and John are the headverse's Golden Age Batman and Robin, with a weakened Zod as the Golden Age Superman and Diana back in her role as Golden Age WW since she was born in 1900 as a Century Baby.

Once Bruce becomes Batman, the order of Robins is:

Dick Grayson (adopted as preteen, trains for a year or so and debuts as Robin) who becomes Nightwing around the time he's 18, using a name of Kryptonian animal and a Kandorian bodysuit gifted to him by Clark, giving him a little extra protection even against superhuman foes.

Jason Todd comes on after Dick's moved to San Francisco/Jump City full time with the Titans but before he's Nightwing. He's older than Dick was when he started (so 14-15) and only gets a year or two before Joker kills him. He's revived shortly after by the League of Assassins and trained in the ways of the All-Caste. He returns to Gotham as the Red Hood before completing his training, which causes problems for his Outlaws down the line.

After the incident with Jason, there's a gap where Bruce is mostly operating solo (barring team-ups with other established heroes). Tim, Steph, and Cass all come crashing into his life around the same time after Dick's become Nightwing but before Jason return. Tim is Robin, Steph is Spoiler and Cass is Orphan, but Steph and Cass become a second Robin and Batgirl shortly after coming up the Batman's aegis.

After Jason's return, Tim is Red Robin, Steph and Cass are both Batgirl (barring Cass's time undercover as Kasumi), at which point Damian enters the picture and the whole dynamic blows up. Once everything's kind of settled, Damian is Robin.

Then Crisis Era begins and there's another big shake-up, the functional result of which is the disappearance of the Trinity. This Era is defined by reality breaking apart as a result of various Meta-Cosmic beings (The Hands and The Eyes, Monitors and Looker, Pariah, Old and New Gods, etc) all fighting to survive Perpetua and The King of Tears attempting to resurrect Ultra the Hunter.

Dick and Damian continue on as Batman and Robin for some time. Carrie Kelley is active as Robin as well, but she's from a timeline create and destroyed during the Crisis, so she mostly operates independent of the larger Bat-Family. Jace Fox discovers Aloysius's history as the Lost Batman of Gotham's Golden Age and simultaneously operates as Batman of the Cinderella City (New York).

Dick eventually leaves the mantle, Damian becomes the Outsider, and Jace and his sister Tam operate as Batman and Robin. Cass is the new Batwoman, with Vivian Vale (oc) as Batgirl and Cheyenne Fremont as Nightwing. Steph is Oracle with assists from Barbara. Tim survives being captured by Joker and then splits his costumed adventures between the Black Ace Joker and the Batman Who Laughs.

From there is a jump to the Beyond Era and the emergence of Terrence McGinnis, unknowingly a result of Waller's work to create a reliable Batman of her own, who then bonds with an abandoned picotech symbio-suit being maintained by an older Jace.

Duke's present through the timeline, but as a Monitor-level metahuman, he's sort of on his own trajectory. Harper is concurrent with Steph, Cass, and Tim, all of whom are involved with a Talon using the pseudonym "Turner Hayes" before being revealed as an undead Dexter Dent. Dex is briefly Robin under James Gordon Jr, Waller's first attempt at having a Batman of her own.

Maps Mizoguchi is in here somewhere, probably concurrent with Damian and Carrie during the Crisis. She eventually becomes Meridian (uh, current BoP spoilers I guess).

Jenny Wren claims to be the First Robin but she's just one of Aloysius and John's rogues who became a Talon but got her memory scrambled.

I think I originally had a young Helena Bertinelli as Robin concurrent with Dick to retroactively justify Helena Wayne being named after her, but idk if I'm keeping that or it really makes sense. Otherwise she's Kate Kate's Robin before becoming Huntress. Helena Wayne follows a similar trajectory, but becomes Batman between Cass and Jace but before Terri and Elaina (Dick's daughter with [redacted] and briefly one of the Red X's).

Jarro...exists.

I...think that's everyone?

#dc #headverse #au #lore dump #text post #long post #anon #robin #i'm not tagging everyone #batman

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lambsouvlaki · 10 months

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For the Hell of it - 5 - Uncomfortably Honest

Character: Jason Todd x civilian! Fem!oc

Rating and Warnings: PG, discussion of past partner abuse (not Jason).

Word Count: 1,639

Summary: Jason and Andy talk about vigilantes who kill people. Andy wonders why he knows so much about these things. Jason wonders why she

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Jason typed on his laptop, one handed, with his lips pursed and an irritated spike in eyebrows. His other arm hung in a grey sling with the ends of a bright red cast visible at his wrist.

Andy sat next to him and restrained herself from grinning at his grouchy face. He had been in a rotten mood since he broke his arm a few weeks ago. ‘Fell off his bike’, he said. He couldn’t do his normal night shifts and was stuck doing admin in the meantime. She’d even gotten texts from him in the mornings. Things were getting dire.

She’d demanded he join her in the library. If he was just going to be at home sulking over a laptop he may as well come sulk over a laptop with her.

Outside it was raining, but there were no external windows in the study room, or any windows at all. The only lighting was yellow tinged from old fluorescent tubes. The old oil radiator ticked in the corner. She’d covered the large table they shared with reference books and loose notes, while Jason had only a slim laptop he hunched over.

He took a disinterested bite from a stale croissant. He sighed and looked at her.

“What are you working on? That essay on Dumas?”

She shook her head and finished scrawling out a sentence. “History paper today. I’m translating primary sources on the Reign of Terror.”

“Yeah?” He pushed his laptop away, happy to be distracted, and leaned his elbow on the table to face her. “How’s that?”

“Linguistically fascinating. Thematically… really fucking grim.” She made a face. It was easy to forget the content sometimes as she focused on syntax and word choice. “I don’t mind three or four public executions, or even five or six, but I’m starting to think this is getting out of hand.”

He snorted. “Not on board with the death sentence?”

“There isn’t a government on this planet I trust with the right to execute its own citizens. Or any other planet for that matter.”

“Hm. What about the capes?”

She stared at him. “I don’t think they should be executed either? Jason, do you think-?”

“What? No!” He huffed a laugh. “I’m asking if you think vigilantes should kill people. They say that Batwoman with the red hair does sometimes.”

“Not my business.”

“Oh, come on!”

She shrugged. “What?”

He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward. “You live in the most cape infested city in the world, and the most crime ridden, in a suburb literally named ‘Crime Alley’, and you don’t have an opinion?”

“Do you?”

“I asked first.”

She sighed and leaned back. “You can be really intense sometimes, you know that?” It was like getting hit with a floodlight in the dark when he turned it on. It made her feel naked.

His brow lowered. “Do you really not care?”

She opened then shut her mouth. She hated the idea that he might think that about her.

“What do you want me to say here?” she asked. “That I think criminals should be gunned down in the streets? Of course not. If you ask half the pricks in the Diamond District they’d probably tell you living in Crime Alley is evidence of being a criminal.”

“Probably.”

“But what do the other vigilantes do? Leave you for the cops? How many people did the GCPD kill last year?”

“A few hundred,” he said. His expression was just as serious, but less troubled. She still felt like she was under a swinging interrogator’s lamp, and her indignation rose.

“And if you’re lucky enough to not get murdered by the fucking cops then welcome to the prison industrial complex, doing its best Hotel California impression. I hope you weren’t planning to do anything more than underpaid menial labour for the rest of your life, because you are never getting a better job than that. Congratulations. You have received Gotham’s mercy.”

“What else should they do then?”

She heaved a sigh, letting old grief and anger fall away. It was hardly Jason’s fault.

“I don’t know.” The Red Hood had saved her life once, and that guy had sure as hell killed people before. She didn’t know if he still did. The police hated him. That wasn’t the heart of the matter for her. “I never said I have all the answers. I’m not running around in a funny hat trying to save the world, I don’t have to have the answers.

“Funny hat,” Jason muttered, with a quirk of his lips. He leaned back in his chair and studied her. “You feel pretty strongly about this.”

She threw her hands up. “First I don’t care enough, now I care too much? What do you want from me? And don’t think I didn’t notice you demanding my take while refusing to share yours.”

“I think Gotham’s vigilantes are too disconnected from the people they claim to protect. Association with the police has alienated them from some of the city’s vulnerable. I think the vigilantes forget that they’re criminals too.”

It was her turn to stare. That wasn’t a stray opinion formed from half remembered headlines, that was a belief with conviction. Not that she was surprised he had a concrete position, she knew he was smart and thoughtful. For someone who, until now, had never expressed even a passing interest in Gotham’s crime problem, it was… not what she’d expected at all.

“Yeah… I guess so,” she said, uncertain.

He ducked his head. He tapped a stray key on his keyboard.

She got the strangest impression she’d just seen something of his heart, displayed without pretence. She wondered what burned such an opinion into him. She thought about her own unplanned rant.

He faced his laptop, idly scrolling through a text file. She stuffed a bite of her croissant into her mouth while deciding if she wanted to share something of her own heart. If she could bear it. Jason could mock and scoff with the best of them, but he wasn’t cruel, and there were things he didn’t make fun of.

She screwed her courage to the sticking place and took a deep breath.

“I have a friend,” she said, into the silence that had enveloped them.

He looked at her questioningly.

“Let’s call her… Stacy. She was abused by her partner. Not violently, but… it was still bad.” Her voice didn’t shake, and she was proud of that. “He controlled her money and made sure she had no one to turn to except him. She escaped, eventually, but not without getting an assault charge and six months behind bars for throwing a lamp at him while trying to get out. In the eyes of the law, he’s squeaky clean.” She bit the inside of her cheek. Her eyes felt damp, the traitors.

“If someone in a cape and a mask had smashed through the window that night and killed Kieran for what he did to- to Stacy-” Her voice failed. She looked away to try and regather herself.

Jason took her hand. She clutched on tight.

“It probably wouldn’t have been right. But it would have made me feel safer.”

“What’s so wrong with that?” he asked gently.

She laughed and it was bitter and more pathetic than she liked. “Because he’d say the same thing. Why won’t anyone think of poor little Kieran’s safety?”

“Because he’s a liar.”

“I know.”

“Stacy deserved better,” Jason said, his voice unshakeable.

She risked looking at him. He met her eyes and there wasn’t a hint of pity or disgust or discomfort in his face. He was calm. She saw understanding shining so staunchly in his eyes it was confronting. Her gaze dropped.

“I know,” she whispered. If she said it enough, one day she might even believe it. She took her hand back and sniffed.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.” She laughed weakly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to dump all that on you this fine Tuesday morning.”

“I’m a big boy, I can take it. Thanks for telling me.”

“I’m gonna get a refill,” she said, pointing at her empty water bottle and getting up. “Do you need-?”

He waved her off.

She left the study room. She took a deep breath after the door closed behind her and headed to the bathrooms to wash her face and try to calm down. She was patting her face dry with a paper towel before she noticed she hadn’t even brought her water bottle. She laughed at herself, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that Jason wouldn’t call her out on it. She stared down her reflection, with her splotchy cheeks and red eyes. Kieran would have called her pathetic and melodramatic and attention seeking. He’d have told her she was misremembering.

She smiled at herself and walked out with her head held high.

She siddled back into the study room without a word. Jason was tapping away at his laptop and didn’t make any kind of fuss over her looking like a mess. She picked up her notes and tried to find her place.

“What’d you say his name was?” Jason asked about ten minutes later, not looking up. “Kieran…?”

“Mcleod,” she replied without thinking. She paused. “Why?”

He shrugged. “Just wondered if I knew him.”

“Doubt it. He’s in Newark. Runs some stupid tech startup.”

Jason grunted in reply. “You gonna eat the rest of that croissant?”

“All yours.”

They fell back into the quiet and easy camaraderie they usually shared. Most of her drive to get work done had melted, so she just made notes to flesh out later on.

Jason, however, was deeply focused on his work for the rest of the afternoon. The staccato of one handed typing played a steady beat like a war drum.

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#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x oc #jason todd x reader #dc #red hood x oc #for the hell of it #my fanfic #hurt/comfort

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vexic929 · 4 months

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2, 7, 15, 18, 27 for the injury prompts <3

#15 “This is going to hurt, okay?” from this prompt list

info on Ricki, Jessie, and Brie here, here, and here

OCs are mine but based on Titans characters

cw: major character death, child death, graphic description of violence, violence against a child

The sound of metal hitting skull rang through Jessie's ears alongside the Joker's maniacal laughter as she swung again and again. She lost vision suddenly in her right eye and heard a sickening squelch, feeling something wet and sticky joining the hot rivers of blood dripping down her face. Had her eye popped out of its socket? She saw something gray and gelatinous drip onto the ground beneath her from her skull and immediately felt sick. She just wanted this to end, wanted this torture to finally be over, she didn't care how. But the blows kept coming.

Eventually, all fell silent and cold, so cold. Jessie wanted to roll over, to wrap herself in her cape for warmth but she couldn't move, couldn't even force herself to breathe. She wondered if the traumatic brain injury, the cold, or the loss of oxygen would kill her first. Or was she already dead? No, she was in too much pain for that, and she could hear...something in the distance. Footsteps maybe? Whatever was left of her brain was trying desperately to form thoughts, allow her to recognize anything at all.

"Robin!" Batwoman. Brie.

Jessie could still recognize the voice of her mentor but she couldn't respond. She felt movement and then she was lying on her back though she could hardly see through the eye that was left, her vision fading far too fast.

"Robin, can you hear me?" Brie would have sounded calm to anyone else but Jessie could still hear the underlying panic as the woman's fingers pressed to the side of her neck, searching for a pulse. Jessie wondered dimly if she'd find one.

"This is going to hurt, okay? I'm sorry."

Brie laid her flat on the ground and Jessie wanted to protest at the new dull pain as she started chest compressions, cracking her ribs in the process. Didn't Brie see that it was too late? Even if her heart started again what good would that do? Half her brain was probably on the ground. She wanted to tell Brie to stop, to let her go, but she couldn't find the strength.

"Come back to me, Jessica. Come back. Keep fighting."

The words were spoken with a ferocity that could only come from a desperate woman and Jessie felt Brie tilt her head back as gently as she could and force air into her lungs. God, why didn't she just stop? Why was she trying so hard?

The next thing Jessie was aware of was a breathing tube forced down her throat and a surgeon's hands putting pressure on her head. No. No just let me go, Jessie thought, I'm already dead, I was gone, I could find peace. But the team couldn't hear her desperate pleas and she felt a tear slip out of her swollen eye.

"Suction."

No. No more suction, no more sutures, no more pain please, god-

"This eye is ruptured and the optic nerve is severed. There's no saving it. Scalpel."

No more. Please, no more.

But there was no respite, no escape and Jessie felt the surgeon's tools tearing apart her eye socket and face. She wanted to scream, to tell them to stop, to tell them they were hurting her, but she couldn't even move. She was pretty sure she had to be brain dead by now but the damn machines were keeping her body alive, keeping her tied here in agony.

She woke once more to Ricki and Brie arguing loudly in a hospital room. She could hear the beeping of the machines forcing her to stay alive.

"This isn't fair to her, Brie! She's suffering! You can't force her to live like this because of your fucking mistake!"

Ricki's words were harsh and biting, meant to hurt.

"I'm not forcing-"

"What the hell do you think is going to happen if you take her off of those machines? She's not going to live, she's not going to go back to being Robin, she's catatonic at fucking best! Even if she somehow manages to live without something forcing air into her lungs the surgeons said she's missing part of her damn brain and the rest is so bruised and swollen she's probably fucking brain dead! She's...she's not coming back from this, Brie."

The silence that followed was heavy, oppressive.

"She was my daughter." Brie said brokenly and Jessie felt her heart break for the woman she'd come to see as a mother.

"You have to let her go." Ricki sounded as close to crying as Jessie had ever heard her.

Jessie felt Brie's hand on her forehead, heard the choked sob as she leaned down to whisper something in Jessie's ear. She wanted to hear what it was that Brie said but she couldn't move, couldn't respond and she knew this was it. This was the end.

The machines stopped beeping and Jessie felt her body relax as if relieved of a burden it had been carrying for too long. She wanted to thank Brie for letting her go, for finally understanding that she wasn't coming back from this but the words never left her lips. She was gone.

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daughter-of-melpomene · 1 month

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another list of all my fancasts this universe, since i’ve just revamped my dc ocs too! please note that these fancasts only apply to my ocs who are specifically stated to be for the dc comics universe, as my recasts for the dceu are a completely different thing. this list is made up of a combination of my own ideas for recasts and popular castings that i’ve seen on other platforms, and also that not every character has been included here because there are several that i like with the actors currently portraying them. you all can definitely feel free to use any and all of these for yourselves!