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woahajimes · 3 years

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the batfamily is stupid as hell and they're self isolating because SOMEBODY got covid (steph) and then SOMEBODY (cass-- who also has covid bc uh stephcass) sneezed on tim who drank from jason's cup without knowing it was jason's cup and anyways everyone in the manor got covid so ✨self isolation for 2 weeks✨

ANYHOW they were all bored out of their minds and jason was about to throw damian out the window bc siblings right

SO BASICALLY cass came up with the big brain idea of a competition (prize being complete immunization of sibling interaction UNLESS they ask for it-- eg. "hey can you open this for me")

teams were made (just two people per team-- duke/damian, jason/cass, steph/harper, dick/tim)

there were "rounds" and these consisted of

round 1: person a has to feed person b a whole jar of peanut butter and they could switch places ONCE (team to finish last was disqualified)

round 2: they had to recreate this picture and had ten minutes to do so, at the end every team compared pictures and alfred decided whose was the worst and that team was out

round 3: they had to run five laps around the manor with their team member on their back, first person to get through the finish line (for the fifth time, there was a picture taken each time they crossed it) won.

simple, right?

WELL NO

first round basically went like this:

jason: NO FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID PEANUT BUTTER cass: jason: okay okay ill go first

tim went first, harper went first, and duke went first (duke didn't want to go first but he lost to rock paper scissors so)

tim puked in the first two minutes but alfred had forgotten to clarify that if you puke you're out so basically he kept eating

cass and jason were the first ones to switch

dick and tim switched immediately after (they were waiting for someone else to switch)

steph and harper fucking DIED

"im never eating peanut butter after this"

"by GOD EAT FASTER ITS NOT EVEN A SOLID"

"CAN YOU NOT SHOVE THAT SPOON DOWN MY THROAT"

"IM NOT GOING TO LOSE IN THE FIRST ROUND FUCK YOU"

duke and damian finished first and when ppl asked how (they're the youngest ones, people were sure they couldn't handle it) damian was like "i simply moved all my internal organs to the side" and duke was like "tf you literally ate two spoons and a half"

STEPH AND HARPER LOST and tim laughed (his team got to the next round by literally a second) so harper and steph both threw him the containers and spoons

second round:

tim thought he had a big brain for calling dibs on being on the pool mat but nOOO (duke was on the pool mat, damian was the lightest so yeah--- jason was on the pool mat solely because cass called dibs on jumping and crushing him-- imagine all the chaos)

literally they(jason/cass) took 14 pictures total and all of them were fucked up because of jason (his hands weren’t in the right place, both his legs were picked up)

duke and damian couldn’t do it skjdfhskfh they were D Y I N G (every two minutes you heard a really loud scream/groan with a sudden splat and yeah)

steph and harper had never laughed harder

cass was so done with jason she literally shoved him off the pool mat

tim was literally dead they had taken the shot around 20 times and none of them looked good it was horrible (dick didnt even apologize for crushing tim 90934757894 times -- not every shot was decent so they deleted around 40)

when the timer went off, alfred carefully took all the phones (jason’s phone was somehow at the bottom of the pool and jason was tired(tm) so he asked cass to get the phone pls and cass just got in the pool and shoved the pool mat over (and then got out)

after around 20 minutes of alfred going through the pictures, he decided that the best ones were dick and tim’s (how i have zero idea but)

and then the worst ones were duke and damian’s (so jason and cass made it to the third round)

cass asked alfred why theirs weren’t the best, and alfred said “well master jason’s arm looks very off and he looks genuinely scared” and cass was like “GODDAMNIT JASON” and lost her shit

LAST ROUND:

so they did think this through and basically cass on jason’s back and tim on dick’s back

jason: HA! YOU’RE NOT FASTER THAN I AM! dick: i don’t need to be??? you’ve got CASS on your back. you know what that means? jason: .... you wouldn’t.. tim, on dick’s back: *snorts* YEAH OKAY

cass: what are they talking about? jason: NO NOTHING jason: you might want earbuds or something to like... block the sounds... they’re gonna be wanting to distract you cass: yeah well. I’m not distracted easily

the timer goes off, tim on dick’s back, and they’re pretty even for the first two laps, but then tim’s shoe falls off and tim’s like “WAIT MY SHOE” and dick goes “WHAT THE FUCK”

and tim is like “whoa youre right KEEP RUNNING”

cass on jason’s back: HEY STEPH CAN YOU PASS ME THE PRETZELS

update: cass does get pretzels and gives jason a few jason: CASS THATS MY NOSE cass: OH OOPS LOL

dick: tim i think its time to pull out our secret weapon tim: yeah you’re right tim: tim: HEY CASS *starts humming to ‘levitating’ by dua lipa* tim: 🎶 if you wanna run away with me- 🎶

jason: NO jason: NOOO CASS COVER YOUR EARS DONT LISTEN TO THEM cass: 🎶 IF YOU WANNA RUN AWAY WITH ME I KNOW A GALAXY WHERE I COULD TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE 🎶

(you may ask how this distracts jason but it just DOES)

dick takes this as a head start and runs faster (theyre on their third lap now- both)

tim gets a bit too excited and leans too much and makes them both fall over (they were abt half a lap ahead)

tim: GET UP GET UP dick: THIS IS YOUR FAULT TF YOU MEAN

cass: 🎶 YOU WANT ME 🎶 jason: 🎶 I WANT YOU BABY 🎶 *runs past them* dick: HOW jason: JUST DONT FIGHT IT

karma’s a bitch (and dick paid steph) and jason slipped, causing them to fall almost the exact way that tim and dick fell

dick and tim have now caught up to them, as jason and cass pick themselves up

jason: we should switch cass: yeah alright do you want me to momentarily kill you so we can distract the others and then you wake up and we run jason: ...no cass: jason: ... maybe

*two seconds later*

cass: HE’S DEAD! MY POOR BROTHER HE’S DEAD! steph: YEAH WE KNOW YOU MOMENTARILY KILLED HIM GET UP cass: ok jason lets go stand up

they keep going and dick stops for a second (theyre ahead) dick: hey its your turn now tim: dick: yeah i know you cant cmon climb on

COMEPLETE HEADCANON jason and cass won anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Misbehavior (Part 1)

Jason Todd x batkid!reader

warnings:

a/n: tysm anon!!

prompt: anonymous: “Hello Lacey! Hope your doing great! Could I please request a bat family x batsis!reader where the reader is Kind of the middle child (I was thinking older than Damian but younger than Tim) and she’s always forgotten and in the back. Maybe some scenarios can be that no one listens when she talks or they forget to invite her to do stuff. So then one day she acts up in school like maybe punching someone for no good reason because she’s craving attention but instead of Bruce showing up to get her Jason shows up and he sees that she’s actually really sad and starts to question her until she tells him everything and maybe spills some tears and it ends with just Jason comforting her and cheering her up. Just some soft Jason for my soul! Also have a great day and I hope that you feel better and more motivated now after your break! 😘”

part 2

No matter what you did, none of your deeds went unnoticed. Good or bad.

You always heard how Dick was so independent, the one everyone should use as an example.

You always heard how Barbara could do it all, she never failed to impress.

You always heard how Jason was reckless, someone who needed to get his act together.

You always heard how Tim was such a prodigy, he was one of a kind.

You always heard how Steph was so determined, she had such amazing goals.

You always heard that Cass was perfect, they’d never change a thing about her.

You always heard that Duke was so strong, he’d never give up no matter what stood in his way.

You always heard that Damian was dangerous, a kid that needed to be guided.

But what about you? What did they hear about you? Nothing. No one ever spoke of you, they didn’t have the time. It seemed as if you were just unimpressive, there wasn’t one thing that needed to be mentioned. Stuck in the middle of a bunch of bats and birds, no way to stand out in the crowd.

Maybe not in a mask or a cowl, a dress or a suit, behind a computer or among the darkness, but there was one place you couldn’t be ignored...

You sat at your desk, picking at old tape with the tip of your fingernail. The teacher had nothing interesting to say, so what was the point of being here? What made Gotham Academy so special that you just had to attend this place?

The uniform was overkill, the classes went nowhere, the students were too preppy, and you didn’t have a single thing in common with anyone here.

Anger was starting to bubble inside you as you continued your internal self-loathing. Your mind was only focused on the negative, but it was shifting from school back to home.

No one was ever there for you, not even on patrol. You’d called for backup several times on missions and nearly lost it all when you had to go in alone. If it were anyone else, a teammate would have met them in a heartbeat.

Your plans were always overshadowed whenever you tried to set up a mission or even just a day off. You wanted cookies? Too bad, Tim wants brownies. You wanted to watch a movie? Too bad, everyone chose a TV show. It was the little things that irked you the most. Half the time, you never even got the memo.

And what about when you all come back from patrol with all sorts of injuries and Alfred comes to patch you up? Well, not you. He’ll run to check on cuts and scrapes. Meanwhile, you had a broken wrist and a black eye.

You’d finally run out of things to pick at around your desk which resorted in you tapping instead. There was a brief bit of zoning out as you remembered the time that Damian’s plan for evading Killer Croc’s attack was to push you in the way. Or the time that Jason hid his guns in your bed for reasons he didn’t care to explain. Or when Dick drank the last of the milk and didn’t tell you until after you poured your cereal. Or when Tim told you that you weren’t fit for the mission he had been planning. Or when Bruce blatantly ignored the story you told out of pure excitement, giving you nothing but a “sounds like you had fun.”

While you were in a horrible daze, you felt a hand on your shoulder that snapped you out of it faster than the Barry Allen. Without even evaluating the situation, your reflexes caused you to turn and twist your classmates arm backwards as he screamed.

“Hey! Stop, ow, that hurts! Stop! Stop it!” You processed his words too late and knew exactly what was coming next.

“Y/N L/N!” You teacher shouted as you drew your hand back. “Dean’s office. Right now.” Her sharp voice sent a chill down your spine, not even the Joker could do that. You’d be able to explain the situation pretty easily, you just didn’t want to make it worse. But there was one ankle that sent you off the edge. Another student tripped you on your way through the aisles, and that student caught a fist to the face. The audience gasped and shouting from your teacher ensued, but you didn’t listen, you’d take the punishment at this point. So you walked right out and headed for the dean’s office without so much as a hall pass.

“Mx. l/n? What’s this about?” Dean Williams was surprised to say the least, you’d never been sent in for discipline before. Was there a certain way to do this?

“Well, I zoned out and some kid behind me grabbed my shoulder, I accidentally twisted his arm.” You retold your story, the abridged version. “But on my way out I punched a kid in the face because he tripped me. That one’s on me.”

“...Well,” the dean frowned at his obligations, but had to go through with some kind of punishment, “I’m going to have to suspend you for physical contact with a student. I’ll call your father to come pick you up.” You shrugged and slouched back in your chair, giving up on any hope of talking your way out of this. It might as well just happen. You listened to the clicking of the buttons on the dean’s phone as he typed in the Wayne Manor phone number, obviously reaching Alfred almost immediately.

“Wayne Manor.” You eard his faint voice through the speaker.

“Hello, this is Dean Williams from Gotham Academy, may I speak to Mr. Wayne? I have his child in my office.” Your dean explained over the phone, peeking back at your for a split second. You were completely unbothered, it was baffling.

“Is it Damian?” You heard him ask, causing an involuntary eye roll.

“Y/N, actually.” There was a long pause before someone else picked up the phone. “Mr. Wayne, this is Dean Williams at Gotham Academy. I have y/n sitting across from me right now, they seemed to have gotten themself into a physical altercation with two separate students, I have no choice but to suspend them.” You heard a deep sigh over the phone, then the handheld piece was handed to you.

“Bruce?” You asked.

“Really? Fighting at school?” He sounded unimpressed. Nothing new, even when you do something new.

“Something like that. Whoops.” He hung up on you right after that, so you handed the phone back and told your dean, “Guess they’ll get me soon.”

“You call your father by his first name?” Dean Williams had nosily questioned.

“I’m adopted.” He obviously didn’t know you as well as your more troublesome sibling, it was time he just minded his business.

After a good thirty minutes of silent waiting while listening to keyboard clacking and papers flipping by the front desk, the office door opened, and to your surprise, it was one of your brothers.

“I’m here for y/n.” He mumbled, signing the piece of paper and showing his ID.

“Alright, Mr. Harper, I just have to check some paperwork really quick...” The receptionist went into your file and checked for your emergency contacts. “You’re all set. Now, y/n has been suspended for two weeks. I suggest you get to the bottom of their little ‘outburst’ before they’re able to come back to school.” It actually pissed Jason off to hear her say that.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” His sarcasm wasn’t subtle. “Come on, kid.” Your brother gripped your arm and led you out of the office, noticing your bitter expression that he couldn’t even rationalize. Was that normal? “So what happened. Bruce just told me to come get you.”

“Of course he did.” You rolled your eyes on the brink of tears, he didn’t even come to get you himself. Jason opened the car door for you and nudged you inside, slamming it once you were clear.

“You better have a good reason,” he warned as he started the engine, “I was in the middle of a poker game.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause I’m such an inconvenience.” You were starting to remind him of himself. That was never a good thing.

“Okay, my bad. I didn’t mean it like that.” Jason began speeding down the block, you’d never once seen him obey a speed limit. You’d think someone with a fake ID and a death certificate would want to avoid any run-ins with the cops, but Gotham was just one of those cities.

“Yeah, right.” You reached for the radio knobs and felt Jason’s hand wrap around your wrist.

“No music until you explain yourself.” You fell back into your seat to pout, muttering some curses under your breath. “I won’t tell Bruce or anyone. I swear.”

“I just zoned out. Reflexes.” You bluntly replied.

“What?” He still didn’t have any context to go off of.

“I twisted someone’s arm backwards. Honest mistake.” Jason knew there was more to this story. “But on my way out of the classroom, I punched this kid who tried to trip me. That was on him.”

“As much as I condone payback, you can’t do that at school.” He sighed. “You’ve never been sent home before. That I know of. So why now?”

“Yeah, you know, maybe that’s the issue? You couldn’t tell me if I’ve ever gotten in trouble before. None of you could. You couldn’t tell me a definitive thing about me. When’s my birthday, Jason?” He was at a loss for words. “That’s what I thought.”

“So this was all for attention?” Jason asked. “There’s a hell of a lot of better ways to go about that.”

“Tried them all, this one barely even worked.” You replied with a crack in your voice. “How come none of you care about me? Why am I always looked over? I’m just like the rest of you. I put on that stupid suit every night and kick ass, I get my job done, I get good grades, I’m resourceful, I’m special—” You’d let that last one slip in your rant to your older brother, it shocked him so bad he stopped the car.

“I know what you mean.” Jason stared straight ahead at the empty road. “I felt the same way when I came back. After everyone was used to me being back, it was like nothing ever happened. Bruce just went back to calling me careless, irresponsible.”

“At least you get noticed, Jason. Your identifiable.” You turned to him with a pained look and he risked his confidence to look you in the eye. Once he did, he couldn’t look away. It hurt him to see someone so familiar to himself have tears running down their face because they felt forgotten. No kid should ever have to feel like that. That was why Bruce took him in. That was how Jason became Robin.

“Fuck this.” Jason hit the gas and turned the car around. “We’re getting ice cream. Do you like ice cream? That’s a serious question.”

“I...I guess.” You were somewhat confused by his sudden literal change in direction.

“Good. You’re my kid for today, all my attention goes to you. I’m sure Bruce won’t notice if you’re gone for a few hours.” Jason’s jaw dropped at his last comment. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you’re right and you should say it.”

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 5 years

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New Year’s Eve with the Bat Kids... (Preferences)

Requested by @unidentified-anon-creature

Hello! This hc would be for a individual preference for Bat Boys and Bat Girls s/o, in better words, the Bat kids with their s/o. How would the Bat Kids celebrate the New Years holiday with their s/o?

I really hope it lives up to your expectations *finger guns*

Preference for Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Steph, Cass, Harper, Babs & Duke

Dick

Dick (being Dick) was super hyped about New Year. You originally planed to stay at your shared apartment in Blüdhaven and just watch some TV, since you never really celebrated things like that much, but Dick basically dragged you over to the manor, because he wanted to join the annual Firework that Bruce holds for Gotham in front of his property.

It was actually pretty amazing. There was a small party before the whole firework started and even though Dick was sticking to you most of the time, you managed to dance with Bruce, Damian and Alfred.

While everyone was counting down to 2019 Dick hugged you from behind and you leaned back into him, but a few seconds before the count reached zero Dick turned you around and perfectly at the first second of 2019 he kissed you and the firework behind you was forgotten.

Jason

Before New York‘s eve you weren‘t sure what Jason had planned for it, but you knew that you weren‘t a fan of Fireworks and all that stuff. Luckily for you Jason accepted that and was, quite honestly, happy about it (he didn‘t want to spend New Year at the manor, nor wanted to be alone at home).

So instead of celebrating the both of you just stayed at his place and cuddled on his sofa while some random movie played in the backround. Halfway through it you closed your eyes and Jason seemed to thing you were asleep, because he started to carress your hair and gave you a kiss on the back of your head.

You were too happy to open your eyes and blow your cover so you just stayed ‘asleep‘ while he turned the TV off. A second later he picked you up and carried you bridal-style to his bed where you fell asleep in his arms for real.

Tim

It was quite ironic. A story people (who don’t know Tim) wouldn‘t believe. You had planned to do something really romantic or some shit on New Years, because it was the one day no case, no criminal, was able to be a distraction for Tim.

It was all perfectly planned through, but there was one thing you hadn‘t considered. Human body functions. You‘d told Tim to wait for you in the living room while you got dressed, but when you came out of your bedroom all your plans were canceled.

Tim was on your couch silently snoring, looking perfect as ever. You just smiled and turned around, going right back into your bedroom, getting into your PJ.

At first you thought about carrying Tim into your bed, but after just a second you changed your mind and just cuddled yourself into his side. Maybe it wasn‘t what you had planned, but it was what you (and most likely Tim) needed.

(Tim apologized like fifty times after that, even though you told him it was perfect.)

Damian

Since Damian was pretty protective over you and, because Gotham is still Gotham on New Year, wanted you to stay near him. You were kinda happy about it and used it to your advantage, because if he wanted you to be near him, you can also turn it into a date.

Damian would lie if he said he was annoyed about it (he isn‘t really the super-romantic-date-type), because even he enjoyed some romantic(/cliche) time with you. So the both of you stayed at the manor, joining the party.

You had tons of fun, even though you weren‘t allowed to drink, talking with some people (Damian always by your side) and even convincing Damian to dance with you, but at 23:55 o‘clock he took your hand and pulled you after him through the manor. You were confused, but also curious about what he wanted to do.

Somewhere in the manor he shielded your eyes with his hands and cautiously continued his way. You felt cold air hitting your skin and guessed that you were on the balcony, you could hear the people below you chanting numbers and when they came down to zero, Damian took his hands down for you to see the amazing Firework that enlightened the sky.

Your jaw dropped in awe, when you felt Damian kiss your cheek and hug you from behind. “Happy New Year, beloved.“

Steph

Steph and you had so much fun on New Years. A week before you talked about what you wanted to do and you had so many different ideas that you just said f*ck it and turned it into a two person sleep-over-date-girls-night.

That included Steph doing your hair and makeup and choosing your outfit and visa versa, the both of you arguing ten minutes about which New Years party to attend to and in the end just heading over to the manor (like most other Gothamites).

In the end that was most likely the best decision you could‘ve made, because....well....Steph still had her own bedroom in the manor. You can imagine the rest ;)

Cass

Cass had picked the shortest straw when the fam was deciding who would have to go on patrol at New Years and you, being the good girlfriend that you were, volunteered to join her.

In fact that was probably one of the best New Years experiences that you‘d ever had. You did the thing you loved with the person you loved and, since Cass never really understood the joy of New Year in the first place, Cass was happy about it too.

The only moment where the both of you stopped being Y/S/N and Black Bat was when the first fire works exploded and you both admired it‘s beauty (well, Cass admired it and you admired Cass).

Harper

Harper wanted to make New Year special, because it was another year she was able to spend with you, so she was the one to plan everything. As much as you knew, New Year was a complete surprise.

You would lie If you‘d say that you weren‘t a little bit worried, but you later admitted that there was no reason for that. Everything was perfect.

With a little help of Alfred and (surprisingly) Jason, Harper organized the perfect date.

She brought you to a movie-like-hill (from where you could oversee most off Gotham) on which a small midnight picnic was laid out. To say you were surprised would be an understatement.

To get something so thoughtful and romantic from Harper was better than everything you could’ve ever though off.

Babs

Because she felt responsible to do so, Babs insisted on attanding the New Years party at the Gotham Police Departement and, even though you could think of better ways to spend New Years, you would throw everything else off board as long as you were with her. It was, as you could imagine, not as fun or exciting as most would expect a party and since most, if not all, people who were there worked at the GPD, you didn‘t really knew anyone except for Babs and her farther.

Normally you would have felt really uncomfortable in your skin, but having Barbara besides you and hearing her laugh, seeing her smile, made every doubt you had go away.

Maybe it wasn‘t the New Year‘s eve you expected, but it was the New Year‘s eve you needed.

Duke

Since Duke was pretty new to both, the hero buisness and the Bat-fam, he wanted to do something that wasn‘t related to either of them. But he still wanted to sped time with you, his anchor.

So you did something unconventional. At Day the both of you went through the city forgetting everything that worried you, eating Pommes, just chilling. It was magically and you never felt that happy before.

When the sun was setting you both knew that you had to decide what to do next and even though he origannaly said he didn‘t want to, somehow the both of ended up at the manor party too.

Other than he thought he actually enjoyed it becuase the day before showed him that no matter what he could always count on you and you would bring him back into reality.

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bluboothalassophile · 7 years

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Family and Cake

Jason had never really understood the point in birthdays.

It wasn’t like there’d ever been anyone who’d wanted to celebrate them for him; well, there’d been Catherine, and when his mom was sober those were good memories. Happy moments in a hell. But damn his mom had tried, tried to love him, tried to be his mom; when she was sober.

Shelia hadn’t even wanted him, he’d just been a mistake she’d foisted off onto Catherine.

Willis was nothing more than a sperm donor, if that, and Jason had hated Willis with a fiery passion that could not be out matched.

On the streets it was just another day, a day to struggle to survive, dodge the cops, evade the social worker, and try not to get caught in a gang war cross fire. He’d been good at forgetting his birthday.

Then there’d been the few years with Bruce and Alfred; and damn that’d been a shock. He’d completely forgotten about his birthday and for the first time in years he’d walked down the stairs in a safe place, and there was someone actually happy he’d been born. Alfred had made all his favorites, Bruce and he had gone to the Knights vs Mets game and wandered New York that day, and that night he had gotten to kick ass as Robin.

He had also received a green hoodie which he had loved at the time and out grown before winter’s end.

Birthdays at Wayne Manor, the few he had with Bruce and Alfred, had been the best he’d ever had in his life.

After his resurrection, no one gave a fuck. He was supposed to be dead, he wasn’t supposed to be here. He was an anomaly, not to be celebrated, but not to be discarded just yet either. Sitting on Wayne Tower he dangled his feet over the side, his helmet beside him as he debated getting a smoke.

It was 23:55 August 15th. Five minutes to August 16th.

He only knew because he’d happened to be reading the paper this morning, and tomorrow, he’d be legal. And he remembered how excited he had once been at the prospect of being completely legal; able to join the draft, able to drink, and vote, able to have a voice, to matter, to be taken seriously like an adult. Now though, twenty-one, it wasn’t that special. It was just another day, another one alone, and he didn’t think anyone was going to give a fuck.

Looking up at the Gotham sky he pulled a cigarette then and was about to light it up when his phone buzzed.

So much for a quiet, muggy, hot and miserable Gotham night.

Pulling out his phone he glanced at the message on the burner and sighed. Tucking his cigarette away he was up, pulling on the helmet as he went off to see what was so important that the Replacement was texting him for help. Free falling from Wayne Tower he grappled through the city, jogging the ledges with ease as he took the riskier routes that were less like to have him running into Batman or Nightwing. Leaping over an alley with ease he continued jogging the city. Once he was nearing the rooftop where he was to meet Tim he slowed.

No one was there.

Everything in him went on alert then as he pulled his gun from his tactical holsters. Holding it tight to his body he moved swiftly as he cleared the roof looking for the Replacement. If that little shit was in trouble, Jason was going to kill him! rounding a corner Jason blinked, his gun still close to his person as he held it tight and eyed the group he had rounded on.

Fan-Fucking-Tastic.

Tim was there; of course he was, but so was Dick, Damian, Cass, Stephanie, and Duke.

“What’s this about?” Jason demanded as he kept the gun in his hand.

“Jaybird! We need to talk,” Dick stepped forward.

“About what?” he asked suspiciously as he mentally cataloged every ‘bad’ thing he had done over the course of the past year. As far as he knew he hadn’t killed some mook, hadn’t put a single putz in a coma, and had only tortured on fucker who was a child molester who had thought to snatch a three year old little girl right in front of him when he was a civilian a few months back. He hadn’t blown up a city block or anything either; he’d been doing pretty good playing Bat’s rules, bending a few as necessary. Like the save everyone rule; sorry, but Jason wasn’t losing sleep over not saving some fucktard who had committed crimes too horrible to think of, and would get away with all of it again.

“Well, it’s about the past year,” Dick started.

Fuck. He was getting the boot again, he hadn’t done anything as far as he knew. Then again, the Bats were fickle creatures, and behind his helmet he felt his lips curl into an instinctive sneer.

“I haven’t done a damn thing, I’ve played by all the fucking rules, and just because I won’t save a few assholes who deserve the fate they give themselves, doesn’t mean I fucking killed them!” Jason started holstering his gun. If he had it in hand it’d be really tempting to shoot these assholes, and he was so tired of being their bad guy; he wasn’t a bad guy, he was their ‘Don’t ever do what Jason does’ person though and it was fucking exhausting. Jason did the fucking job, he got results, and if they didn’t like the how of it, then they could kiss his ass because he was so done with these schmucks it wasn’t even funny.

“Happy Birthday!” Cass announced and Jason found himself with arms full of Cass as she wrapped around him then.

“Huh?” Jason blinked; he was so stunned he’d only managed to catch Cass, and Stephanie before stumbling a few steps back. Stephanie wasn’t wrapped around him like Cass was, but she had a good grip on him too.

“What the fuck?”

“We missed last years, and Red decided we’d make sure we got this year’s,” Dick was grinning and Jason finally started detangling himself from the girls.

“And this matters why?” Jason asked.

“Because you’re our brother,” Tim piped up.

“Tt, don’t be stupid Todd,” Damian muttered.

“I’m new, so…” Duke trailed off awkwardly. Jason looked blankly back at Cass and Stephanie who were smiling; not that one could see Cass’ smile.

“Happy birthday little wing!” Dick produced a cake from somewhere and Jason was just way to stunned when he found himself wrapped up by another octopus; Dick wasn’t letting go then.

“I know I missed the first few, and we’ve forgotten the last few, but we’re glad you’re here little wing!” Dick muttered.

“Uh…” Jason was just stunned.

“Hurry up! We want the cake!” Stephanie stated as she bounced over it.

Reluctantly Jason removed his helmet as he eyed the lit candles; a 2 and a 1, carefully. If he had to make a wish…

He wished they’d let him stay this time, as he blew out the candles to appease Dick, Cass and Steph and Damian appeared waiting for them to cut the cake. Duke clapped his shoulder as he passed by and Jason wondered, again, if this was what birthdays were supposed to be like. With family, and cake.

“Agent A said this was yours, he’d been saving it for this year, and you’re to go have lunch with him tomorrow afternoon,” Dick said as he passed something to Jason.

Jason looked at the neat wrapping, he blinked a few times before he tucked it into his coat. He’d open it when he was with Alfred, and not before.

“Cake,” Cass offered him a plate.

“Sure,” he shrugged as he took it and the fork before starting in on it.

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