#Jason has no idea why the baby demon seems to be terrified of him

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Damian isn’t happy about father’s rule not to hurt the gaggle of false kids he has acquired. How is he supposed to prove to him that he is the only one worthy of the title of heir now?

But fine. Most of them are stupid enough they’ll end up dead sooner or later. Damian just has to play the long game. Establish himself as the only constant.

But then father’s wayward son, Todd, comes home… and it’s so much worse than Damian expected.

He remembers this man. Remembers him from hushed whispers in the League, from mother’s creased eyebrow, and training halls drenched with blood.

And he’ll take one look at Damian and know. Know that he’s a threat to his position.

And the worst thing: Damian isn’t allowed to defend himself.

#Jason has no idea why the baby demon seems to be terrified of him #it’s kinda funny #all he’ll have to do is say boo and the kid very nearly faints on him #it’s less funny when they happen to be the only ones locked in a cell and Damian expects him to murder him in the most brutal fashion #like dang he thought Bruce really had a better opinion of him nowadays #also pls stop trying to stab me baby bat #misunderstandings #miscommunication #Jason doesn’t know what’s wrong with the new Robin but apparently he’s been tasked to keep him alive #and he’s making that friggin hard #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batfam #robin #red hood #tim drake #batman #prompts #Damian wayne #Damian al ghul #Nightwing #red robin #batdad #Jason and Damian

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Marinette did not sign up for this part 10: Mari plots plotting

So long time no post. I live. Ish. Also finally figured out readmore on mobile, so yay. Will take forever to edit posts now though. Explanation at the bottom First part here previous part here. Ao3 here

Marinette wanted to go on record that Mandeliev did not, in fact, give her an extra day or so to study for the test. Why? Instead, she was told she may do a paper on the application of physics in gymnastics and principles of evasion in urban areas and how to combine the two to maximize one’s ability to run away from akumas and other dangers.

Or as Nino put it: “I am tormenting you into running better, the eight page essay.”

Alya dubbed it the “Run Better Paper.”

Aurore said it should include more formulas when Marinette showed her the draft. (as Adrien would complain about lack of theories and how she should have used this advanced formula she’d never heard of instead and then Marinette would have to forcibly stop him from taking over her paper. Again.)

Kim had taken to keeping her in his hoodie, escorting her to the bakery and didn’t leave her alone until Adrien said it was his “Marinette Anxiety Watch” shift.

Which she would like to go on record, is just plain mean to say. She has Liar 100% under control when world ending things and metaphorical bomb drops aren’t happening to her constantly.

—-

Bruce tried to contact Diana and Arthur again. Hal was off world, and therefore useless.

Why?

As his missing son hadn’t contacted them yet. Was still in the Miraculous team’s custody. And he saw the footage of Robin—Damian—being hunted by a lving shadow, an element casting swordswoman, and a strategist that seemed to know exactly what to do to keep Robin cornered in battle. The living shadows—Chat Noir—tried to kill his son with Cataclysm.

That was when they were in public, and had Hal watching over them.

He didn’t want to think about what the kids might do unsupervised to someone that tried to kill Ladybug, openly stalked her civilian self, and apparently tried stalk her again, in broad daylight. And possibly may have revealed her secret identity…

From the comments, it seemed that the Parisians hadn’t connected his sons aliases to the pair, writing it off as “Copy-cat Vigilantes” thankfully. And none of them were revealing more than “so the Fashion Disaster tried to go after Chat and Ryuko’s civvie… Not A Smart CopyBird” was the most he was able to get.

His children, on the other hand…

——

“I Fucking KNEW IT!” Tim yelled. “I knew it was her!”

“But,” Jason smirked. “You didn’t tell us.”

“Soup girl, baby bat!” Cass said gleefully.

“Wait, we both talked to her—and you didn’t say you thought it was her either Cass!”

“So what I’m hearing, if my ears don’t deceive me,” Jason continued. “Is that you all lost too.”

“What—“

“Wait a minute!”

“No way—”

Cass shrugged. She was the least invested in winning. She got to meet soup girl, who is very nice and her parents are safe for Baby Bat.

“We don’t have proof,” Dick pointed out. “Didn’t you say something about her being a mouse?”

“I—”

“Well—”

“Yes.” Cass cut through Tim and Stephanie’s waffling. “She is.”

Dick rubbed his forehead. “How many secrets can one kid have?”

“Five?” Jason said without much thought. “Limit is definitely five.”

—-

“Let me get this straight,” Miss Sting began, watching Ladybug very, very carefully. Rena and Carapace were busy that night and couldn’t act as the team’s Common Sense Filter in person. and texts only went so far.

So the job fell to Aurore. To talk (probably Marinette) Ladybug out of a Very, Stupendously, Inconceivably Bad Idea.

“You want to trust Robin—the kid who tried to kill you—to contact his mother—an assassin—to talk strategy about how to take down Hawkmoth’s civilian life’s business, not kill him, and trust that they won’t kill you?”

“…I’m bringing Chat with me.”

“Ladybug.”

“What, do you want me to use a Lucky Charm to prove this is our best bet?”

“You know what?” Miss Sting threw her hands up. “Yes, yes I do.”

“Fine.” Ladybug threw her yoyo skyward. “Lucky Charm!”

A red, spotted ball with an 8 on it came down.

“… you have got to be kidding me.”

Ladybug shrugged. “Uh, Magic Eightball, is it okay to trust Robin with this?”

One shake later and the floating die window read “Without a Doubt.”

“Give me that.” Miss Sting scowled, shaking as she asked. “Should she bring someone besides Chat and Robin—like someone from our team or Wonder Woman or Aquaman?”

The ball answered “Outlook not so good.”

Miss Sting glared at the magic eight ball. “I can’t believe this!”

Ladybug shrugged. “Lucky Charms are Lucky Charms—and I gotta go.”

Miss Sting checked her beeping spinning top. Someone was just akumatized.

“Re-charge first!” Miss Sting yelled before swinging ahead.

—-

“Oh, hey, when’s Demon Spawn going to contact us?” Jason asked as other bats calmed down.

“He’s not answering his communicator.” Bruce growled. “Hal took it earlier.”

The bats paused at that.

“Well then. Trackers?”

“Disabled—what? We didn’t need anyone crashing the apology and he ran off before I could stop him,” Dick defended. He is not Damian’s keeper. Just his Batman (as yes Bruce, he is Damian’s Batman and Damian is his Robin. Current masks not-withstanding).

“Then how are we supposed to find him?” Stephanie asked as the room grew uneasy.

No one answered that.

“How’s this,” Tim began. “Me, Steph and Cass agreed on who Hawkmoth probably is, each of us has a different set of evidence for it—and I’m counting breaking into his evil Liar and the cameras catching him mid-act a few minutes ago as absolute proof.”

“I’m sorry, you did what!” Stephanie leaned over Tim’s shoulder to see. “Oh shit. Isn’t that guy—”

“One of her friends? According to their private Instagram accounts, more like partner in crime and possible Chat Noir. I mean, he’s the one that calls her his “everyday Ladybug” and voices Chat Noir in everything." Tim answered idly. “My money’s on him not knowing at all.”

Bruce twitched. Then began to add ‘stalking social media feeds’ to his to-do list tonight.

“So,” Tim stepped forward. “I suggest we send this to the Wonder Woman and ask for Robin’s comm to be returned, and failing that, I bugged the video so anything they play it on, we get access to its IP and can find where they are.”

“Have Oracle go over the bug, just in case,” Bruce told them. “In the mean time, the rest of you suit up for the night. Gotham needs its vigilantes.”

—-

Marinette wanted to go on the record that her plan (to keep the bats away) was going well. Deciding what to do with Mu—R—Damian. Damian. Damian and his offer, was a challenge.

For obvious reasons, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman and Aquaman were against her asking a bunch of assassins for their help. Chat has more than a few reservations. Carapace, Rena and Miss Sting gave her looks for that plan.

But.

But it would work. She needs more information on how to make the plan burning in the back of her mind work. It’s a lot of chaos (and she may thrive in chaotic battles but this wasn’t her usual battlefield, and her team didn’t know who they were going up against for once). And Marinette? She needs to know its not just her doing this when its so out of her depths.

So despite literally everyone and their disagreements she had Chat on her right side with Damian on her left, meeting up with his Crazy, Semi-Immortal mother. And possibly his Immortal, former Black Cat candidate, grandfather.

Why?

As Marinette isn’t trusting the likely cult that makes up the Gotham Ghost Gang (Batfam if you like them) when she can get real advice and vague directions to immortal and allied (loyal and terrifying) assassins.

And yes, she wasn’t sure if Liar was wrong or right when they said it was a bad idea too.

But fuckit she’s already got Kaalki at her shoulder, looking a bit bored at the deserted rooftop that Kaalki chose for their meeting.

“داميان*,” the woman smiled at her son. “It’s good to see you.”

“Mother,” Robin greeted. “This is Ladybug and Chat Noir. Ladybug wished to speak to you about potential strategies to take down an enemy outside of battle without violence,” Damian stressed.

“I am well-aware of the Kwami and their Chosen, اِبْن.**” The woman spoke calmly. “The League of Assassins formed to act as the Black Cat to restore the world to balance and un-burden the Order with its maintenance.” The woman offer Ladybug her hand. “I am Talia al Ghul, and I am at your service, with or without violence Ladybug.”

Marinette took her hand. “Thank you Talia. Our target being directly exposed like I planned would have…” Ladybug trailed off, thinking over the ramifications not only to Adrien, but to the whole of Gabriel’s brand, workers and all that worked with them. “Some intense ramifications I’d rather avoid.”

Talia nodded her head, waiting for more information.

“I believe its possible to topple them without affecting their employees by uncoupling them from their business, but doing so is, well, stocks and economics isn’t my strongest point.” Ladybug admitted a bit sheepishly.

“I would suggest,” Talia began, “to create a bit of chaos in the stock market. Perhaps a rumor here and there, let investors pull out and grab the abandoned stocks quickly. Consolidate them under one owner and become the company’s owner.”

Marinette twitched a bit at that. “That… sounds complicated.”

“Oh, but it isn’t. My son knows just how to that, or did you forget our lessons?” Talia asked coolly.

Damian twitched at Marinette’s side. “I did not.”

“You know,” Chat chimed in. “I do know a few things about those things. If its general chaos, well…” Chat’s face twisted in a way Marinette forgot he could do after that Chat Blanc episode.

“… I will take that into consideration.”

“Anything else?” Talia asked, watching Ladybug and her son. Specifically, how her son seemed glued to the girl’s side. “I am certain my son is able to take out your target, if all else fails.”

Damian scowled at Marinette’s side.

“However, I do believe that whatever is happening, whatever has you active, might require a more… experience hand.”

Damian brushed against her side. Code for ‘Possible Danger.’

“Thank you for the offer,” Chat moved in front of Marinette. “But mi’lady and the Guardians have that much handled.”

Talia’s eyes shifted from Chat to Ladybug, staying on her. “Is that so?”

“Yes. I merely needed more information on how to execute this type of plan, that’s all!” Ladybug almost, almost slipped into Marinette while Liar, while silenced for the moment, prodded the back of her mind. “I want to minimize collateral damage as much as I can, to everyone. The kwami already said they get to chose the target’s punishment.”

“Ah, I see.” Talia relaxed then. “You are following the kwami’s wishes. I will respect their wishes as well, Chosen.”

Marinette categorized this interaction as one of the “not too horrible, but will avoid a repeat” once they left.

—

*Damian in arabic

**son

so we have Talia now as a Player, sort of. she plays by her word pretty well so hopefully its a cameo more than anything else.

any ideas on how JL will handle the video, and if Miraculous Team should see it and freak out or only LB and keep on the dl while JL assissts in her Chaos Plot?

End of update. Will have to repost from ao3 on my phone now as desktop tumblr is being exceptionally rude. Tags always open, just takes me a bit to do—sorry to vixen for vanishing from tags

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#maribat #marinette did not sign up for this #part 10 #updated at last #my writing #long post #my writings #bio!dad bruce

[tired-college-student-writing]

Tim’s Secret Weapon: Chapter 2

I’ve been slightly obsessed with @ozmav​ ‘s Damien Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng pairing as of late, and just saw a post that has inspired me more than anything else has in months, so I felt the need to write it

Summary- Tim has always seen the numbers floating above people’s heads, been able to perceive their threat levels with a single glance. After being a hero for so long he thought he was desensitized to seeing high numbers above people’s heads until Damien brings a new friend home.

Part 1 

Part 2 (HERE)

Part 3

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Of all the ways Tim had imagined his secret getting out, he had to say that his family finding his research into Damien’s girlfriend was pretty low on the list, practically nonexistent. Especially since it didn’t take a genius to figure out what they thought his interest in her was more than a little creepily obsessive in the worst way possible. 

Though he had to admit that the evidence against him didn’t paint a pretty picture. Any other twenty three year old with this much info on a sixteen-year-old would no doubt be placed on a list. Though he’s pretty sure from the white-knuckled grip his brothers had on their weapons, they’d rather rip him a new asshole if he didn’t give them an answer they liked soon. 

He settled for an even, “I do background checks on people that spend time here, why is it surprising that I have one on Marinette?” 

He was fairly certain that the others would be able to hear his heartbeat if it started pounding any faster. He worked with heroes of all shape and size, seen powers of all types, faced down villains of every magnitude and yet the idea of his secret getting out terrified him more than anything he’d ever experience.  Bruce gave him a steely look, “Tim, your file on Rah al Ghul is 3.4 GB, your file on Marinette Dupian-Cheng is nearly 8 GB.” 

“Not to mention,” Dick’s voice was dripping with so much venom Tim couldn’t help but wince, that didn’t sound like his carefree brother, “You went to great lengths to hide the check from us. You’re paranoid, but this is different Tim.” 

“I just wanted to talk to Marinette about something before I put it on the server…” He snapped, trying to shift the fear clawing at his very essence to anger, “Just because I did background on her doesn’t mean she’s not allowed to have her privacy. She… ” 

He knew it was a flimsy excuse, but the glares getting icier around him made everything instinct he ever had told him to run. He can see why Bruce had said no costumes tonight, he would have been on his motorcycle halfway to Star City by now if he was wearing his mask. 

“Tim,” Bruce cuts in, “Just tell us what’s going on. We can’t help if you don’t tell us.” 

He clenched his hands into his pants, trying to get them to stop shaking.  He had no choice, did he? 

“Okay,” He agreed, “I need to grab something from my room, first.”

“Todd, Go with him,” Damien ordered. Tim was sure the brat wanted to go himself, but Dick had a strong hand on his shoulder, no doubt holding him back from using “non-approved by Bruce” interrogation methods. 

Jason clapped a hand on Tim’s back making him flinch before the taller man pulled him back up the staircase. 

“This better be good, replacement,” 

“Do you really think so little of me?” Tim couldn’t help but ask as he was shoved through his door, “because it’s not hard to figure out what you guys think of me right now, but…” 

Jason's refusal to look at him hurt more then he was willing to admit. 

“We’re praying we’re wrong,” He finally said, “but we can’t think of a single other reason for you being like this.” 

Tim flinched as he entered the code into the padlock on his side table, he knew that at least two of his siblings knew the code at this point, but placing the embarrassing pictures of him from his first year as Robin seemed enough to appease them from looking further. 

“Bruce doesn’t like working with Metas,” He managed out as he pulled up the false bottom and snatched his journal. As he turned back to Jason he could see the older boy blinking at him in startled befuddlement. 

“Marinette is a Meta?”  He questioned causing Tim to hug the book tight to his chest, eyes focusing on the rusty looking 10 over his brother's head as it twisted around, he couldn’t be more relieved when it faded from the venomous green as the Laruaz sickness faded. 

He didn’t answer instead brushing past him towards the stairs to the Batcave. Jason was right on his heels. 

“What the fuck Timmy,” He questioned instantly. Tim let out a weak chuckle. 

Jason wasn’t stupid, no matter what he tried to convince people, and Tim knew his brother would put it together quickly if he said anything else, but he didn’t want to talk about it, but… he kinda wished he had longer in the shadows he was used to. He remained quiet. 

“You can’t just say that and go rushing off,” He pushed as they entered the stairwell, causing Tim to scrunch his shoulders more. 

Tim was halfway down the steps when he felt Jason stop behind him, a heavy hand landing on his shoulder. He held back a wince as he glanced at his brother's face. 

The serious set of Jason’s jaw and the understanding in his eyes put Tim on edge. 

“Mari’s not the one that’s Meta, is she?” 

“...”

“Come on Tim, answer the question.” 

I don’t know if she is or not…” 

“But she’s not what you meant when you said Bruce doesn’t like working with Metas, is she?” 

Tim couldn’t force his mouth to work. 

“Shit…” Jason groaned, rubbing a hand down his face as he sank down to sit on the stairs, “We really are assholes.” 

“Jay?” 

He waved a hand dismissing Tim’s questioning tone, “You kept notes about what you can do in that book?” 

“I…” Tim’s brain was having trouble keeping up with what was happening, “Yeah?” 

“Great, hand it over and go back upstairs,” 

Tim flinched back, grip tightening, “What?” 

Jason just looked away, crossing his arms, “Look, we jumped to the wrong conclusion, and I don’t know what your power is but it made you wary of Marinette. You look like a frightened rabbit right now, so I doubt you’ll want to go through Bruce’s shitty menagerie of questions on your powers, so give me the fucking notes you have on yourself and I’ll keep them down here until we’ve gone through your book and figure it out. Then maybe by patrol, we’ll all calm down enough to… ya know fucking talk about it.” 

Tears weld up in Tim’s eyes as he sits on the stairs next to Jason, knees trembling too much to hold him up, “You… You don’t hate me?” 

The ideas startled the older boy into looking back to Tim’s face, face softening as he saw the look in his eyes. 

“Ah Timmy,” He sighed, pulling the other boy into his side “None of us are going to hate you for being meta.” 

Tim gave a shaky nod into his shoulder, reluctantly holding out the book, “It’s mostly just data… I…” 

Jason took the book carefully, bouncing it in his hand lightly, “Did you write down what your power is?” 

“Yeah but…” 

“Great skedaddle,” 

“Wait,” Tim cut Jason off as he goes to stand, “I… I want to tell someone before you find out through… through my journal.” 

Jason settles back down, “Alright replacement, What can you do?” 

Slowly he explains the numbers, the levels he had been able to see since he a baby, how he used it to know where to focus in a battle, used it to figure out every secret identity without trying. 

“Well damn,” Jason whistled, once Tim’s explanation started trailing off, “No wonder you were always good at the detective shtick, no one could hide from you.” 

Tim let out a startled laugh, “Ye... yeah, even if the color and number themselves change the font stays the same so it’s pretty easy to keep track of people...” 

“So two questions before I let you go hide in the woods, and go relay all this info to the others.” 

Tim nodded, relaxing more. He never imagined his power being revealed going so well.

“First, who’s the most dangerous of the Batfam?” 

Tim smirked, “Alfred, he’s a 12, same as Wonderwoman. Bruce and the demon spawn are tie for second at 11 and then you and Dick both have 10s, same as Superman. I... I don’t have a number.” 

“Fucking knew it,” 

“We all knew Alfred was dangerous, even without my power.” 

“Truth. Alright question dos, Why does Marinette freak you out?” 

His jaw clenched, he knew this one was coming, but he also knew how it would sound.

“She’s... She’s a 15.” 

Jason’s eyes bugged out, “15?! We’re talking about the same girl, right? Pigtails, freckles, makes sweets for us every time she visits, looks like a strong wind will fly her back to Paris?” 

“Yes!” Tim groaned, “I can’t find a single fucking thing that explains why she’s so high! Before this, the highest I’ve seen is 12!” 

“No wonder you’ve been going insane... or well more insane.” 

“Thank you for being an understanding asshole.”

“Hey what else are brothers for?” He asked, smile a little tight as he climbed to his feet, still holding Tim’s journal, “Now let's go, before the brat knocks out Dick and comes looking for you.” 

Tim gave a weary smile before disappearing up the stairs. 

When Jason reached cave the others were starting to look impatient. 

“Where’s Drake,” Damien asked instantly, body coiling dangerously. 

“I don’t him to scram,” The tall man said with a shrug, “He explained what’s happening to me, and trust me he has a good fucking reason, and probably thinks that Bruce is going to kick him out so I told him to take it easy until I calm all of you down.” 

“He what?” Bruce choked out, as the other boys stopped, all eyes focusing on Jason. 

“Yup!” Jason popped the ‘p’ before holding up the book Tim had given him, “Who’s ready for story time?” 

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[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

His Blood Runs Gold IV

Percy is a God: Part IV

Here’s my masterlist for the next part and my other stuff

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we are products of war

and enemies of peace

we are universes finally standing still

ready, ready, ready

to destroy us all

this time

there is only power baby boy

and i will be brutal.

“Hey,” Jason said faintly, tapping the bubble.

Percy stood from his perch on the rock and waved goodbye to the school of fish he had been talking to. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“Like I haven’t slept that well in months.”

Percy produced an immortal grin at that, “You hungry?”

“Starved, you got any of those cookies?”

“You sure you don’t want a proper meal first?”

“Where are we gonna get a proper meal from? My backpack has some lonely granola bars and possibly a fast over-ripening banana.” His eyes furrowed in confusion.

The God simply smiled, “What do you feel like?”

Jason gave him a look but said, “Breakfast burrito?”

He laughed, flicking his wrist and before the demigod could blink a foil-wrapped cylinder appeared in the bubble.

Mouth hanging open, Jason grabbed the burrito and unwrapped it before staring between the God and his breakfast like his head might explode.

“I promise it’s safe to eat.”

“You can just- you just?” The blonde was at a loss for words.

“Believe it or not, it isn’t really handy now. When I was a demigod, I would have loved to have that neat little trick but these days I don’t need to eat much.”

“Well if nothing else I’m keeping you around for that alone.” Jason mumbled around a mouthful of food.

“So you’re just gonna use me for your own selfish needs?”

“Mhmm it may be nice to use the gods for once, instead of the other way around.”

“Fair enough,” He shrugged, and wondered when he’d stop feeling the blow of that statement, uttered so many times by his friends and former camp-buddies alike.

He knew how they felt, hell he had felt like that once; but since becoming one of those gods it was hard not to feel hollowed out. He knew the half-bloods wouldn’t outright curse them, but Percy still heard all their bitter thoughts, He wasn’t sure if it was because he was the god for demigods that the whispers followed him around like a ringing in his head.

Jason’s voice pulled him back to the present.

“Anyway, thank you for the breakfast,”

“Uh yea no problem. So, I was thinking about the prophecy and the direction of the north star,”

“Yea what about it?”

“We’ve been heading south and if my coordinates are correct, we should reach the equator in a day or two”

“Are you saying we’re headed in the wrong direction?” Blue eyes widened.

“No, I think your direction is good, I do think, however, that the arrow isn’t on land. I think it’s in the ocean just before the equator.”

“Why there?”

“You can only see the north star in the northern hemisphere, after the equator it disappears. The further south you go the lower on the horizon it is, which means at some point it looks like it’s on the horizon or close enough.”

“So, you’re saying the arrow sits underneath the star at its lowest point?”

“That’s the idea.”

“Okay that’s good news.” Jason took a deep breath, raking a hand over his face. “I guess we just wait for night and keep following the star.”

‘Actually…” Percy grinned,

“You have a plan?”

“If we just have to get to the equator, I can take us there now.”

“How would you know when we’re there?”

“I know the coordinates at any time when I’m at sea. Son of Poseidon and all that.”

“Well I’m convinced.” Jason nodded, thoughts fluttering behind his eyes. “How are we doing this?”

“I think it’s time to call in a friend.”

With a low whistle, that defied the laws of nature, because how on earth do you whistle underwater, the God whipped a dazzling smile over his shoulder.

“Do I want to know what you’ve invited to the party?”

“You’ll see.”

Just then the water rushed around them. When the clouds of sand and swirling water disappeared a beautiful, iris-coloured beast revealed itself, along with a cyclops already barreling towards them.

“Brother!”

They slammed into each other and Percy was grateful for his godly bones, because he’s sure his mortal ones wouldn’t have survived that collision.

“Hello Tyson, how are you?” He laughed in relief, in comfort.

“I knew I’d see you. A school of firemouth-killfish passed by and said you were around.”

“Thank you for coming. I’m helping Jason and I need Rainbow’s speed.”

“Of course, brother. What are you doing?”

“Jason has a quest to find Eros’ arrows.”

Finally Tyson looked over Percy’s shoulder to see the demigod still wrapped in a bubble, bobbing behind them.

“Jason. I haven’t seen you in a long time.”

“Hello Tyson, how are you?”

“I am good. And you are good?”

“Yes thank you. How’s Ella?”

His brother flushed a red as bright as Corallium.

“She is nice, fine.”

Percy decided to put the poor cyclops out of his misery and focus their attention on the mission at hand.

“Rainbow, can you take us where we need to go?”

The hippocampus gave a noise of agreement and brushed its head along Percy’s arm.

“We must be off,” He said, turning to Tyson.

“When will you be back?” A brown eye blinked in question.

“As soon as Love finds us, I guess,” Percy winked.

It was Jason’s turn to blush the colour of coral, but the god was already looking away, turning to hug his brother.

“I will see you soon Tyson.”

“Goodbye Percy,” and with a wave to Jason the cyclops was gone.

“Alright Jas–“

Percy had felt the deepest senses of fear and love and sadness many times, but never in his twenty years of life had he felt such raging, storm-filled anger. For standing behind an oblivious Son of Jupiter, ready to pounce was a sea creature that probably spawned from the depths of Tartarus itself.

It hadn’t noticed the God, or it wouldn’t even have dared come close to this space.

With a light brush against Rainbow’s side, the hippocampus disappeared. He turned fully, focusing on the beast, hiding himself within the folds of the current. He watched as it slithered out it’s tongue in sickening excitement.

“Jackson you were in the middle of saying something?”

He didn’t bother replying as the creature looked up, finally taking notice of everything other than his prey.

“Hello, found something to enjoy?”

“What?” Jason said

“This fight it not with you Percy Jackson,” It gurgled

Before they could take their next breath, the monster swiped its tail through the bubble and slammed Jason to the ocean floor. Something cracked, the demigod did not rise again.

Percy’s smile was sharp and terrifying.

“That,” He laughed, “Was not very smart.”

With a single movement of his fingers he wrenched the water from the monster’s body.

It seized and gasped, flopping about in the air pocket it found itself in.

“The fight is always with me if it involves my friends,” Malice dripped from the God’s lips.

The monster tried to respond, try to splutter and roar but there was no water in its gills. It gasped and writhed, attempting to escape the air.

Percy simply smiled, darkness gleaming in his green eyes, and watched as the Ketos Troias suffocated.

“Jason slayed you when he was fourteen, just a young demigod, but you decided to come back and oh what a horrible mistake that was,” He wondered briefly if he sounded as manic as he felt, and then decided he didn’t care. “Because now, now you have to deal with me, and I will not make it pretty.”

“I will kill you Percy Jackson,” It rasped.

“You can try.” He laughed, and then spat, “And it’s Lord to you.”

Its eyes widened as Percy revealed his godly form, golden light basking him. With a final roar, the monster turned to dust.

He heard a gasp from below and saw Jason finally coming to it, pushing on the walls of the new bubble Percy had formed around him.

“Are you okay?”

“Feel like I’ve been smacked with a ten-ton sledgehammer and I may have a broken rib but otherwise dandy.”

“Oh good, here’s some ambrosia.” He handed a small square to the demigod who nodded in thanks and gobbled it down.

“Was that the Trojan Sea Monster?”

“Yes, seems it was feeling revengeful.”

“Did you send it back to whatever hole it came from?”

The grin that graced his face could kill mortals, “It’s scattered in the deepest depths of Tartarus. It shouldn’t bother you in this lifetime again.”

“Shall we go then?”

Jason stared at him, and grinned back.

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Pieces of April [10/?]

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21099044/chapters/50202530

Summary: On the anniversary of his death, Jason’s second life takes an abrupt new turn and he’s faced with a challenge that neither Batman nor the All-Caste prepared him for.

Rating: PG-13 (rating may change later)

Warning(s): Past Jason/Isabel, kidfic, minor canon character death (pretty sure you can guess who), I’ll add more warnings/tags as I think of them.

Canon-Compliance: Takes place in between the two RHATO series, so after Roy and Kori and before Artemis and Bizarro. Jason and Isabel Ardila

First Chapter

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If Tam is uneasy conversing with a legally dead man, she hides it well. She doesn’t ask him how he’s involved in Gotham’s nightlife, and he doesn’t volunteer. Instead, for a few hours, she distracts him with stories of Tim’s more paranoid and dramatic antics, including but not limited to her having the chase him halfway across Europe while he was searching for Batman.

“Of course, I didn’t know that’s what he was doing,” she tells him, sitting cross-legged on the sofa across from the bed. “I thought he was just trying to find himself or whatever rich playboys do when their dad dies. And then I walk into my hotel room one night, and there he is on my bed, dressed in bright red Kevlar and bleeding out next to a woman with a slit throat.”

“Hell of a way to discover your boss is a vigilante,” Jason snorts.

“Well, I already knew there was something weird about him considering all the trouble I went through trying to track him down, but honestly the worst I thought was him owing someone money.”  

“You thought the millionaire wunderkind owed people money?”

“It could happen,” Tam defends herself. “I almost wish it had been that. We have lawyers for that kind of thing. But no, it’s all ‘League of Assassins’ and ‘cults of death’.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m surprised he hasn’t lost more than his spleen.”

That Jason didn’t know.

Of course, it’s not like he peruses the mainframe for an up-to-date list of injuries everyone has. At least, not since he stopped trying to take any of them out. But losing an organ was a hell of a sacrifice to make for the sake of tracking down Bruce.

Hope the old man was grateful at least.

Tam goes on to talk about a ploy by the League to kill all the Bats and their allies (which Jason probably only missed out on due to being in space at the time), which somehow devolves into a rant about Tim’s increasingly extra cold war with Vicki Vale that involved their fake engagement and him spending a year in crutches to prove a point (Jason thinks he remembers Kory pointing that out to him in one of her gossip magazines once), and at last a full-on tirade about lying to her about her father’s death.

“You’re at least gettin' hazard pay, right?” he asks. “It’s not like he can’t afford it.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” she replies with a hard smile that wouldn’t be out of place on one of Gotham’s rogues.

Their conversation finally comes to an end around two o’clock in the morning when Tim returns, hair slicked with sweat and bruises on his face.

“What happened?” Tam asks, getting to her feet. “I thought you said you were only going out to keep an eye on things.”

“I ran into Robin while I was out, and we exchanged certain words. And certain fists.”

“Why?” Jason wants to know, immediately tense at any kind of Bat attention, even if it’s not on him.

“The demon brat wants me back to San Francisco as soon as possible because Gotham’s “his city”,” Tim replies, making air quotes.

“Jesus, the apple really didn’t fall far with that one, did it?”

“I actually think it’s his way of checking up on me. If he intended to hurt me, there’d have been sharp objects involved, or he’d have cut my line while I was in midair again.”

“He did what?”

Damn, Jason’s tried to kill Tim before, but he at least had the stones to do it to his face. That sneaky shit is straight-up League tactics.

“Misunderstanding,” Tim dismisses. “But this is good. If he thinks I’m just staying here to stick it to him, he’s not about to go asking questions or dig deeper. He’ll just take it as a challenge to go out on patrol more and try to one-up me that way.”

“And if he complains to anyone at the manor, they’ll shrug it off as his usual gripin' about you,” Jason catches on.

“Exactly.”

It’s kind of genius, actually.

“And that’s my cue to leave. One of us needs to not fall asleep in the boardroom,” Tam announces, eyes wide and somewhat bemused at their conversation.

She might be in the know, but clearly doesn’t quite understand the dynamic between Tim and the youngest Bat. Jason’s not sure he fully understands it himself. He’d wager it’s something like the way he and Dick were when they were younger, only with more actual attempts at murder.

(And Damian might be a lethal little monster, but Jason knows if Tim one day decides to abandon Bruce’s golden rule and really start trying, the little demon will be taken out before he even knows what hit him.)

“That was once,” Tim is grousing. “And we’d just stopped a secret order of owls from taking over Gotham. I earned that nap.”

Tam gives a groaning sigh—clearly, it’s an old argument—and turns to Jason.

“Don’t look at me, I’m actually on his side for this one,” he shrugs.

Tim blinks. “Really?”

“Don’t make it weird, Drake.”

That night was a pain in the ass. Freeze and an undead owl acrobat at the same time? Not fun.

Tam’s brow furrows.

“I have questions,” she says slowly, “but they can wait. I really do need to sleep.” She digs into her pocket and presses something into Jason’s hand—a business card with her name on it. “If you need anything and Tim’s not around—or if Tim is around but glued to a computer screen or something—give me a call.”

Jason stares at the card, not entirely sure what to say to that.

“See you, Tam. Want me to walk you to your car?”

“I know the way out. Besides, I ordered an Uber, I’m fine. Go shower and get some sleep, mister.”

She leaves.

“Did she just...decide that we’re friends?” Jason asks Tim after she’s left.

The younger man huffs. “I think she’s just happy to find someone who she can complain to about me and my nighttime shenanigans who actually gets it.”

“Yeah, except I get the other side of it.”

“She doesn’t know that.”

Jason shakes his head, shoving the card in his jacket pocket.

Criminally insane villains I get; people are weird.

“So other than bondin' with the kid, what’d you get into tonight?” Jason asks, not really interested but wanting to gloss over the puzzling interaction.

“Murder at a construction site near Newtown,” Tim replies, clearly picking up on Jason’s unease. “Someone called in a tip and the police found a boy encased in concrete.”

“Mob hit?”

“Most likely. And a weighty one. Giancarlo Gazzo’s kid.”

Jason raises his eyebrows. “Shit.”

“Exactly. Could be just the usual competition for contracts, but it’s more likely a prelude to an all-out mob war. It’ll definitely justify me sticking around here for a while.”

“Unless B decides to take over.”

“He won’t. Selina’s in town, so he’s going through one of his trusting periods where he respects us all doing our own thing. I give it another month or so before he starts up with the micromanaging.”

“You have two much faith in him. I give it two weeks.”

Tim looks like he has something he wants to say to that, but chooses not to. Instead, he jerks his head toward the hallway. “I’m going to shower. Do you need anything? I don’t think I said so before, but you can help yourself to anything in the kitchen.”

“Nah. Go take a shower, Bruce 2.0. You stink like grotty socks.”

“I’m sure you smell like a rose at the end of a patrol.”

“And don’t you forget it,” he quips back as Tim leaves.

As soon as he’s gone, Jason’s irreverent façade vanishes and he falls back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly.

What am I doing?

This morning seems so far away, almost like it happened weeks ago. Waking up ignorant of the possibility of having a kid and intending to do nothing more in his near future than get completely shit-faced. Tomorrow (today?) things were supposed to go back to normal, to Jason’s usual routine of patrolling his neighborhood and avoiding people like Tim.

And now he’s staying in Tim’s apartment.

Because in a few days he’s going to bring home his daughter.

His stomach twists again at that thought, still having trouble with the word.

Did Roy ever feel like this?

Sure, he was shocked at the big reveal, but then he threw himself into being a dad. He wanted it. Hell, Bruce had wanted to be a father. He wanted Jason once, had even adopted him after all the crap Jason put him through in the beginning. Having a kid was never a burden to him, even if he’d gotten a lot wrong, and he took to the idea much faster than Jason’s doing now.

Maybe it’s because he had practice with Dick. Or the fact we were all older and not babies. Made it less terrifying.

Though Jason’s not sure he would be any less messed up if it were ten years from now and Isabel was introducing him to a preteen daughter.

Different sort of terrifying, I guess. Even Bruce would be better at adapting to that than me.

And Jason would really like to know why his thoughts keep circling back to Bruce.

“Because he’s your dad, moron,” Roy’s voice echoes in his head. “Now grow a pair and start thinking like an adult.”

Jason privately maintains he’s been having to think like an adult all his life, why can’t he have a day off for once?

An awareness hits him of being watched and he sits up, noticing that Tim has returned and is standing framed in his door. His shower-damp hair hangs past his chin and he’s dressed in a T-shirt and flannel pants, but he still manages to look as stiff and business-like as if he’s about to walk into a meeting. Of course, he always kind of looks like that to Jason, mostly because he can’t recall ever seeing him dressed casually before today.

Or yesterday.

Whatever.

“Can I come in?” Tim asks.

Jason shrugs. “It’s your place.”

“And it’s your room as long as you’re here.”

“Just get your ass in here,” he groans. He’s not sure what’s more annoying: when Tim’s managing him or trying to be considerate.  

The younger man settles on the sofa where Tam was before, brow furrowed like he’s trying to decide what he wants to say. At last, he settles on, “I know you don’t want to, but the sooner we get out in front of this the better. We can’t just keep reacting.”

Jason glares. “It isn’t a PR problem, asswipe, it’s a kid.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed while I was feeding and holding her and you were running away to have a freak-out,” Tim snaps. Before Jason can snarl back at him, he groans and rakes his hand through too-long bangs. Taking a deep breath, he makes a calming gesture. “Sorry. Anyone would be freaking out. The point I’m trying to make is that we need to know what we’re doing so we can plan properly. We can’t just sit here pretending like it’s going to go away.”

“You keep sayin' ‘we’, but the last time I checked, this is all on me.”

“No, it isn’t.” Tim’s borderline frustrated expression softens. “It takes two people, Jason. And it’s just as much on Isabel as on you. It’s sad she died—of course it is—but she also didn’t tell you something that was of vital importance. Especially considering who you are.”

“It’s because of who I am she didn’t tell me,” Jason replies quietly, trying not to show how much the other man’s words caught him off-guard. “And that’s on me.”

“And you say I sound like Bruce,” Tim mutters, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Whatever. Stick a pin in that argument, it’ll keep.” He lowers his hands, staring at Jason with bleary eyes that are trying for serious. “Before we make any kind of arrangements, I need to know: are you absolutely sure you don’t want to keep her?”

“I can’t,” Jason croaks, a sharp pang hitting him in the gut. “I’d ruin her.”

Tim’s mouth thins. “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit, but okay.”

“Excuse me if I don’t buy that from the guy whose throat I literally cut.”

“And if you wanted me dead, I would be,” Tim dismisses. “You weren’t exactly you at the time.”

“I was me enough.”

“Would you stop trying to pick a fight with me?” Tim snaps then. “I’m trying to help you. I don’t need reminders of what a colossal asshole you’ve been to me in the past, I was there. This is about a kid. Your kid. And if you’re not going to keep her, then we need to know the best options for her.”

Jason feels a tiny prick of shame at that, but he tells himself it’s only because Roy offered him the same advice earlier.

“You and Safiya both said she was dating,” Tim goes on.

“And apparently it ended badly.”

“We don’t know for sure it ended because Isabel was pregnant,” Tim reasons. “It might have been for some other reason. Maybe we can appeal to the guy’s better nature.”

“You believe in the Tooth-Fairy too?”

“It’s an option.”

“It’s barely an option.”

“Still an avenue we can explore,” Tim insists. “Maybe after we’ve talked to her friends. She’s got to have someone other than Safiya who might take Luisa.” Jason startles a bit at the name, having temporarily forgotten about it. “Assuming you don’t want to keep her in Gotham?”

Jason isn’t entirely sure what he wants. On the one hand, Gotham is a cesspool, his home only because his blood is literally all over this city. There’s nowhere else he can imagine living. But if he’d had a choice? If as a child, his parents packed him in a car and drove him to anywhere the hell else? Things would have been very different.

And on the other hand, every kid deserves to know their parents, in some way. If they can find someone who knew Isabel better than Jason did, she won’t grow up completely separated from the woman who gave birth to her.

Tim appears to take his silence for disagreement because he goes on, “Then there’s adoption, of course. We keep it private, find and vet a family using our parameters—no need to even go through the system if that’s what you want—and it can be open or closed or whatever you want it to be.”

Jason nods mechanically.

“And you realize that to do any of this, you’re going to have to exist? Officially?” Tim points out. “No one asked for your information tonight because I caught them off-guard when I showed up. But that was a one-time thing.”

“Aw, come on, you tryin’ to tell me money doesn’t buy privacy? We both know that ain’t true.”

“Not about this. Not in the eyes of the government. You’re going to need to exist on paper, at least—and it won’t be the basic false identities you’ve been using the past few years,” Tim goes on. “Which is going to cause a whole slew of other problems, because once you’re a legal entity, it’s going to take a hell of a lot to make it go away when this is all over.”

“I’ll just fake my death.”

“Which might just make the wrong people start paying attention—not only to you but the rest of the family. It would be easier if you just stayed alive.”

Jason’s not entirely convinced. “Easier for who?”

“For everyone. The family. You. Even Luisa. What if 20 years from now she develops a hidden genetic condition, or gets into an accident, and you’re the only biological relative she has who can help? Or are you just going to completely wash your hands of her once you hand her off?”

The phrasing grates. “This isn’t me handin' her off. I’m tryin' to make sure she’s got a life, which is somethin' I can’t give her!”

“I’m not criticizing you,” Tim shoots back. “I’m just trying to make a point. Every option has pros and cons. You need to decide which ones you can live with. And which ones will still affect you even when she’s not here anymore.”

Jason folds his arms and scowls, trying to come up with an argument even though he knows the younger man has a point. It would be stupid not to prepare for every eventuality, especially given the way everyone in the Family has had something from their past spring up and bite them in the ass.

But bringing me back to life? It’s not something I ever considered when I got back to Gotham.

Jason Todd-Wayne was dead and would stay dead by his own choice. It was safer for everyone that way, surprise baby included. But then…this could also be a chance for him to start over, even if he didn’t keep her.

And having a name of his own—one that wasn’t tied to the record of a stupid Alley kid that jacked tires, or to Bruce Wayne’s dead son—might be kind of liberating.

And if it offers even a modicum of protection for Isabel’s kid…for his kid…

Jason took a deep breath, ruminating on it a further few seconds, and then nodded. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

Tim blinks as if he had been expecting much more argument than that.

“I’ll get started on that for you tomorrow then,” he says, almost hesitant.

"Great. Now get out of here," Jason snaps. "I've got a few hours of not-sleepin' ahead of me, and I can do that without someone to hold my hand, thanks."

The other man sighs and gets up. "Good night, Jason.

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[bluboothalassophile]

I honestly don't understand DC always trying to undermine Raven's powers. I read the current comics that she's in and it is so poorly written and boring. They suck at character development and its so fucked up that she's always brushed aside. And also I'll never forgive them for killing Roy and they keep fucking up Jason. These guys went through a lot and I just wanna see them be happy and I want to see more batfamily moments and team ups like in Batman and Robin Eternal.

Hello,

Reasons I am mad about Canon Raven:

She’s ALWAYS depowered; always, and she is literally the very definition of an over powered character. 

When they attempt to over power her again they fuck it up; like in Titans with Raven’s ‘telepathy’; she’s a fucking empath! NEVER has she been a telepath!

She has never been utilized outside of the Titans; which is infuriating on many levels. Because she needs to go solo; with a big comic or go to JL Dark or hell, team her up with Lucifer! I don’t know, but something outside of the fucking Titans!

Her solo series, while hold much promise are always cut short, or tie into nothing about her canon life.

They just severed her connection with her aunt and cousins, further isolating her again.

I am royally pissed that her connection with Victor Stone, a.k.a. Cyborg, (which I think is canonly her BEST familiar relationship EVER, their dynamic is amazing; it’s also an amazing dynamic for Victor too! So why was it cut!?) has been severed, was briefly rekindled only to be discarded again.

She’s always de-aged; sorry @chromium7sky, but I really hate that because I really think she should be about Jason and Tim’s age, hell, I’d even settle her being Dick’s age, just enough de-aging her! At this rate; and I’m sorry @impulse-goblin, she’ll be a RobRae with Carrie Kelley or Matt McGinnis! Which is so not okay because DC is screwing her over royally.

Marv, her creator, can no longer write her well to be engaging; which is sad.

She’s been royally dumbed down; which really fucking pisses me off, because even though N52 SUCKED BALLS, Raven, while bitchy, was always eager to learn; it’s one of her defining traits! She’s super smart, she’s engaging, she’s empathetic and kind, and rebirth has made it so she struggles with school. -.- Explain that to me, please, she’s never been stupid or struggled learning before. And I get trying to connect with modern readers, and making characters relateable, but that was just plain fucking stupid. There are other characters you can do that with, using Raven does not help in anyway.

I will not get into my issues with N52, there’s many, but mainly: WTF is up with Raven’s Entire Personality!? I mean don’t get me wrong, I loved the design she had, and I loved her on Tim’s team, also their entire friendship was amazing, but WTF, what a Bitch. I wanted to smack her.

They either forget she is a magic user, or they forget she’s a demon with demon abilities or something, but it always seems like one or the other is missing with her.

Off side key irritation too: How come her father doesn’t play a larger part of the DC universe and getting heroes to fear him? I mean come on! Titans plays him up to be like Darksied or Lucifer level of terrifying, and the DC universe: Who’s Trigon? WTF is that about!? You want the Only Daughter Of Trigon to have meaning, to show her power, then why the fuck isn’t Trigon more widely known and feared!? Come On People! We have Darksied’s ENTIRE Family feared, but you want to play Trigon off as eviler than Darksied but the entire DC universe outside Titans is like: Who the Fuck is Trigon!?

Kay, Metal hinted at her connection and importance to the Multiverse, but the DC, I don’t know… Forgot? And somehow the entire reason for her being captured, isolated and singled out by the Batman Who Laughed was forgotten. Granted my favorite panel of her and Victor happened because of that, but seriously; MAJOR PLOT HOLE DC! Come on, we aren’t Marvel, cease these plot holes in your big labels! Be grown ups!

Mainstream Raven hurts my Raven loving heart. But her counterparts are pretty cool, like on Earth 1 or Bombshells or the recent Titans movies, definitely liked her in the Titans live action show, and obviously I loved her in the cartoon; not Titan’s Go as that has helped in destroy her and the Titans. 

Now, my issues with Heroes Crisis:

King. Fucking cock teasing bastard tormented us with BatCat for over a year, getting them to the fucking alter then he did that fucking stunt; hell yes I am pissed still, and I am no less angry going into Heroes Crisis.

Kay, now for real.

I have major issues with the plot, thus far, because there doesn’t seem to be one.

Killing Roy and Wally did nothing to further a plot, or even engage in the plot and has just furthered to hurting surrounding characters.

Killing Roy was fucked up and senseless; as a writer I find that appalling.

Killing Wally was unnecessary; especially after all the fucking trouble we had gone through to get that speedster back! I mean COME ON! It’s like you brought him back solely to kill him off, and if that’s the case, someone smack a brain into King’s fucking head.

While the premise of Heroes Crisis was engaging and interesting to read the idea for it, it has been a dismal affair.

Why the fuck are your only suspects Harley Quinn and Micheal Carter, a.k.a. Booster Gold? No seriously want to explain that!? 

There is NO WAY Harley would ever hurt or kill Ivy, just no, and DC I don’t care about trying to cater to people and convincing all of Harley and Ivy are straight, it just wouldn’t happen. Ivy and Harley are in love, and I sincerely doubt, that despite EVERYTHING Harley has done in her life, that she would ever kill the woman she loved.

Also, Micheal Carter has selflessly saved the timeline multiple times, and done so without recognition. Yes, he can be full of himself, but where the hell did King come to the conclusion that Carter was a sociopathic narcissist? Someone please explain the basics of human nature to King; PLEASE! For the love of God, someone! I expect this crap from Lobell!

Now to my fury with the Batfamily in it’s current state:

Rebirth presented us with fairly healthy dynamics between the Batfamily members; which was refreshing as all get out, but now… I’d like to rip DC’s heart out and shove it up their ass for what they’ve done.

First, they allowed King to be the ultimate cock tease! Bastard built up the fucking BatCat wedding to be the wedding of the goddamn century; going to make comic history! And he fucks us over like we’re a two cent whore whilst simultaneously destroying the Batfamily.

Second: who the fuck even ALLOWED Lobdell into DC again to write!? I mean really!? Did you asshole not learn your lesson the first time!?

Third, wtf is up with Ric Grayson; I get it, we’re all exceedingly immature for taking an actually socially acceptable nickname from the 1930′s and perverting it into penis jokes. But news flash, Dick’s character has evolved with taking that in stride and laughing it off. Changing his name only pisses us off and furthers our desires to make dick jokes. 

Fourth: What the fuck are you guys even doing allowing Lobdell near Jason? I get it Lobdell is some ‘big shot’ good ‘big name to have on a comic’ but his writing is shit, I’ve read better stories from Kindergartners. Lobdell is like the Russo brothers of DC, please remove him from our premise, and I petition for us, the fans, to take custody of Jason from Lobdell for the sake of global comic peace. The Dude Can Not For The Love Of God Write. I’m surprised he even knows how to arrange letters on a piece of paper to form words honestly.

Why aren’t Duke and Cass B’s kids? No seriously? Why!? We all know those are his favorite two kids, so wtf are they doing… anywhere else but with the Bats?

Why is Babs Batgirl? Don’t go with that female empowering crap answer, just don’t, she was a better icon as Oracle than as Batgirl. She’s long since outgrown the role, and she had grown beautifully into the role of Oracle, so run this by me again: Why did we take a beautiful survivor, who created empowerment for people with disabilities while remaining a strong female lead and turn her back into Batgirl? Seriously? Someone explain that to me!?

Thank God DC hasn’t fucked up Tim yet, but Can We Please Stop With Evil Batman Tim!? Tim doesn’t even want to be Batman! He Never Has Wanted To Be Batman!

WTF did you do with Damian’s character development? He is not this baby raging Bat anymore who seeks to kill everyone who crosses him. Also what the hell was up with the whole Dami’s got a secret prison thing? That lead to nothing and has since been dropped, but seriously people, who is the lead brain in DC right now allowing this shit!?

Again, I must ask, what’s up with evil Bat futures; have we NO HOPE that these boys can grow up and actually be decent people!? Really. I want to know. I don’t get the options you’ve given these heroes.

Why does B have a double standard when it comes to Kate and Jason; and don’t say it’s because Jason’s killed, Damian’s killed and B is trying to be a good dad to him, so what’s up with this shit!? Is it really so much easier to have the rift between B and Jay than attempt to amend it!? If B has a problem with Jason using guns then the same problem should be applied to Kate; I don’t care about her likability, she’s a bitch and the double standard should cease.

And why is Jason trying to connect with Willis Todd? Willis was an abuse fucker or did Lobdell for get his own canon material again? Someone please remove Lobdell from DC premises! PLEASE! Send him to Marvel or something, I don’t care, but stop allowing him to fuck over Jason because he wants to!

Now, again, I’m brought to the double standards B has and his own reckless behavior. DC please, either find a ethics and morals person to join your writing team, or grow a fucking brain because you are precariously close to having Batman become the killer and the villain.

Why are we isolating the Bats again, when they were so connected at the start of Rebirth? I want to read about the Batfamily BEING A Family! Not this divide and pit against each other crap. 

The worst part of all this is, Rebirth actually started off great! Now it’s a flaming pile of wreckage and I almost wish we’d go back to N52 if only to stop watching the same trainwreck over and over happen.

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Primal Fear

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Primal Fear

Mount Justice, once used as the location for the Justice League, now serves its purpose as a sanctuary for the young heroes, but how long will the false sense of security there last? How long will it be until they truly see fear for what it is and will fall like the mortals that they are?

Jonathan idly fiddles with one of his gas bombs in his palm, his other hand resting at the others at his hip. He can easily toss it into the air ducts, taken them by surprise, watch them scramble around like they mere rats they are. He can relish in the sounds of their screams, but it wouldn’t change the fact that one person he wants to scare, the one who holds no fear for him, will be there, standing among the chaos as if it’s something she lives through each day - as if he’s nothing more than a pest that she has to shoo away.

Well, he’ll show her. He will watch her squirm. He wonders what Raven looks like when she’s afraid. Will she scream? Or will she be so overtaken by fear that when her mouth opens, no sound comes out? She scared him before, revealing herself to him like the she-devil she is, and it will not happen again. She will kneel before him in fright if it’s the last thing she ever does. And the idea that it might makes him giddy.

He slips through the shadows and into a room that opens with too much ease. The cave is surprisingly empty, but he won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. There’s no one to stop him, he suspects that it has something to do with the ongoing world-destroying crisis that that Light group Luther is apart of has conducted. But it’s not anything unusual, at this point he’s surprised that they’re even surprised at some cataclysmic event as if it doesn’t happen every week.

He still expected more security, even with Nuclear Sis’ hesitant help. Though he firmly believes she didn’t think he could actually pull this off. He expected a lot more, really, but he’s not Red X.He doesn’t thrive for the thrill of the fight and doesn’t crave this sort of challenge. No, his sort of challenge is just the one he’s about to solve.

#

Jonathan’s hands shake as he turns another page in the spellbook, the dark cover and odd languages making it clear that it can be none other than Raven’s. I did it. I actually did it. His body trembles. He can’t wait until the others hear about this - and a part of him also can’t wait to (slightly) rub it in Nuclear Sis’ face that he did manage to break in. Knowing her, however, she will take it in stride as if she played a much bigger part in the plan, instead of just disabling everything she could and telling him good luck before scrambling out of there before he could get busted.

This is the one, he knows it. This will be the time that it works. It has to. This spell has so much more promise than the others. He looks it over carefully, scanning each line slowly. He reads and re-reads every mantra, every word that he can. Every circle, line and symbol has been drawn with a steady hand and a beating heart. He stands in the center in his full ensemble, his Sunday best so to say. Fear gas, in its liquid form, sits in bottles. Each bottle is in its own small circle that crosses with his all around it until there’s not an inch of his circle that doesn’t connect with a bottle.

He can feel the itch beneath his skin, the craving to hear people scream with a primal fear as the light in their eyes fade to be replaced with a terrifying darkness. He won’t rest until he sees the heroes overtaken with their personal demons, falling to the ground before him.

He opens his mouth and the more words of the spell he speaks, the more it doesn’t even sound like his voice. It begins to grow more primal, deep, as it echoes through his lab, encasing him with its words. Despite not changing his tone, his voice seems to get louder as it’s growing closer and closer to him. He closes his eyes, the words reciting out of his mouth without him thinking about it.

He doesn’t regret it even as the mantra swirls in his mind, twisting it, changing it into something else. The bottles around him break, the liquid fear gas pools to the floor and move toward him, burning through his clothes as it seeps into his skin, absorbing into him, becoming a part of him. He can feel the way that fear just flows through his veins.

He feels the way his body changes, growing and morphing. He becomes something out of someone’s nightmare, yet it’s his dream. He feels it in his blood, in his heart, his soul. His mind. It is him and he is it.

He is Scarebeast.

#

The outskirts of Gotham are quiet as the moon rises high against the starry sky. The silent peacefulness, caused by a lack of human interactment, is cut short by trees being ripped straight from the ground and thrown off as if it’s nothing more than a small twig. Dark silhouettes of crows sweep across the night in warning, looking like a mere shadow, blocking light from stars, as they let out ominous caws as if they’re calling for their master.

A beast rises from the horizon, letting out a monstrous roar. Demonic, neverending hell fire peaks through the holes and tears of a scarecrow-like mask that’s dark and rotten, tearing at its seams. Any clothing on its chest has torn away to reveal flesh that stretches thinly against a bony skeleton. Orifices rise out of its body, releasing a paralyzing fear toxin into the air around it. It lets out a frustrated, deafening scream that sounds like a million damned souls crying out from the depths of hell.

His mind feels foggy, blocked out by darkness. He hears nothing but the calls of his scare beasts, sees nothing but the potential fear he can cause and feels nothing but the toxin running through his veins.

He raises his hand and the crows that soar against the sky grow large before all of Gotham and its outskirts are ripped from the light of the moon and stars, encasing the sky in a damning darkness. He takes a large, stomping step forward that leaves a small crater in the ground when his foot crashes upon it.

His eyes focus on Gotham and with each step he takes, he grows closer and closer to his destination. He will see the souls of the damned leave their bodies as fear encases them.

He will watch the world tear itself apart as his toxin overtakes them all.

#

Interesting. But interesting rarely means that it’s anything good.

In the case of the beast tearing through the woods as if it’s wading through shallow water, the same beast making a straight line toward Gotham City and seems to be the cause of the darkness that has ceased the sky, it is interesting. Interesting in the fact that it is most definitely Jonathan Crane - the Jonathan Crane that, while vastly intelligent, is a rather weak individual in the sense that he would rather use his fear toxin than get into an intimate fist fight.

But it’s also definitely not anything good. He seems now deformed, mutated into something not only more serious, but something bigger and stronger than his previous persona, Scarecrow. Becoming more of a beast, one that not only seems to have control of his fear toxin but also have some magical base to it, than a man. Something about his appearance as a whole leaves an unsettling feeling, as if he strikes some sort of strange primal fear in a being by merely just existing.

So no, Robin was not whelmed, not whelmed at all, when Batman brings up the video feed of the beast tearing through trees as if it were nothing. It’s not that he hasn’t taken down big bads before - in fact, he’s rather used to facing all sorts of villains that are are not only three to four times his size, but have powers to boot. It’s just… unnerving to see Scarecrow in this demonic form, it looks more like a nightmare-ish being that doesn’t belong in this world.

But then he remembers that his job to take down all things that don’t belong here.

“What caused him to change,” M’gann asks tentatively, looking at the screen with caution.

Batman doesn’t quite seem to acknowledge the question, not even looking in her direction as he continues with a sort of answer, “As you’re all aware, last week, there was a break-in here at the mountain. No security footage was able to be recovered, but I have reason to believe that Jonathan, with minor help, was the one behind it.”

“What’s the point of breaking in here if he didn’t try anything,” Superboy scoffs, “He didn’t even steal anything.”

“Wrong,” Raven takes a step forward, her voice cutting through the air like glass, shutting Superboy up quickly, though he grumbles a bit under his breath at the way she glares at him, “My spellbook was gone.”

Wally mouths the word spellbook to himself in a mocking manner, using air quotations as if the words don’t hold any real value - to him, they don’t. Cyborg nudges him hard enough to nearly knock him over, but he mutters an apology that Raven doesn’t even acknowledge.

The screen in front of them and just behind Batman changes, footage of the beast is brought up on pause and zoomed in incredibly close. Among the hell like fire that tore through his mask is a dark aura that is eerily similar to Raven’s own aura.

“We have reason to believe that Jonathan Crane stole the spellbook to turn himself into this monster,” Batman spoke.

“Why would anyone turn themselves into such a horrible beast,” Starfire questions, her eyes showing just how wary she is about the situation.

“To do what he’s always done,” Robin’s voice shows dawning as he puts it all together, “To spread fear.”

“My spell would have been too much for him to fully control,” Raven explains, “If he used it with his fear toxin, I wouldn’t be surprised if it backfired on him like this. But he probably can’t control his own actions beyond the objective of his spell - and in the case, if it was to spread fear, then he won’t have any other emotion or drive aside from making everyone scream.”

“Great, so if he can’t control it, then how are we supposed to stop him,” Cyborg crosses his arms against his chest tightly, “‘Specially if magic is involved.”

“I would have to know the exact spell he used and what symbols he chose for his incarnation circle,” Raven speaks flatly, “Considering he had a whole book of spells to choose from, not including the endless symbols he could have used, I don’t have much hope that I can undo it.”

The solemn tone of her voice carries heavy through the room. A beast that’s infused with magic and fear toxin doesn’t exactly spell good news. Kaldur looks between them with the type of peaceful seriousness that only a leader can possess in a calamity. Robin has a similar look, though his mind is going through the various ways they can possibly take him down since undoing the spell isn’t an option.

“What are our orders,” Kaldur finally asks.

“Raven, M’gann, Robin, Superboy, Cyborg, Kaldur, Starfire, neutralize the target before it reaches Gotham City.”

Those mentioned stand at attention, their backs stiff and their shoulders back, save for Raven who merely nods in understanding instead of standing like the soldier that they are expected to be. Robin stands the most tall, his head high as determination fills his eyes, causing her to sigh at his naivity that this will be an easy fix.

“Understood.”

#

The night is full of an odd peacefulness, a rare calm before a storm. Everything tonight has seemed to go exactly the way he wanted it to. Jason looks over the city’s skyline with a sigh, hanging his feet over the edge of a building roof. He’s already taken all he really wants tonight and he’s growing tired of just robbing some odd places here and there.

Without any of the other gang members with him, everything went by quickly, effectively, smoothly, and boring. He doesn’t hear any of Giganta’s latest gossip. Nothing is caught on fire per Firefly. Cheetah isn’t there to give some big speech about how he isn’t loyal enough to the team (and threaten to claw out his throat for it). Blackfire isn’t here to distract him with her beauty - though it is a welcome and appreciated distraction. Copperhead isn’t bitching about one thing or the other. Nuclear Sis isn’t trying out her latest gadget on him or one of the other members. Hell, Jonathan isn’t even here to make some poor night guard piss his pants. He’s beginning to genuinely miss those dumbasses… He really must be getting bored.

Something vibrates against his hip and he pulls out his phone.

From: Big Sister

Have you heard from Jon? I haven’t heard from him since last week. He said he and Nuclear Sis were going to break into Mount Justice. I’m scared he got caught.

Giganta. Jason raises an eyebrow, the idea of Jonathan sneaking into Mount Justice is laughable, the idea of him and Nuclear Sis doing it is only slightly probable. But both of them doing it without telling him, however, is downright insulting. He sends a text to Nuclear Sis before replying back to Giganta’s message.

To: Baby Sister

Wanna tell me what happened with you, Jonathan and Mount Justice?

From: Baby Sister

Not really. Dumbass wanted to steal some spell book from that freaky goth chick  and I helped, got out of there after I disabled everything for him. Did he get his ass caught?

He hopes not - that would be a pain in the ass and he’d likely be the one sent to bust him out. Considering he hasn’t heard anything from Luther and the lack of ‘Scarecrow Arrested’ on the news, he doubts it. But that would mean that son of a bitch actually got out without getting caught. He doesn’t know if he should congratulate Jonathan or hit him over the head a few dozen times for doing something so stupid. All for a stupid ass book, are you fucking kidding me Jonathan?

To: Big Sister

Nuclear Sis bailed quick, so she doesn’t know. Haven’t heard from Luther so I doubt he got caught.

It takes longer to get a reply this time, he almost worries.

From: Big Sister

He said he was going in there to steal something that would help enhance his fear toxin.

Shit. They all know how Jonathan gets about his fear toxin. If he actually got something that he thought could enhance it, he wouldn’t leave his lab until he did it. It’s not usually a problem until it gets in the way of their missions from Luther or he forgets to do simple things like eat. And if he really did manage to steal some spell book from Raven, who knows what it actually did?

Jason is just about to reply when a thundering roar shakes the building. He almost thinks it’s an Earthquake until he sees the dark crows cast out the light of the night sky. He zips across the city, from roof to roof, until he reaches the outer east side where he can see nothing but woods. He begins to think that there’s nothing out of the ordinary until the trees begin to rumble, shaking out of the ground. Trees off in the distance get sent flying through the air. He can see the silhouette of something large off in the distance.

Fuck. That could mean trouble - for him - and considering that he doesn’t exactly have a lot to do now and a strange feeling in his gut tells him that it’s connected to Jonathan, he may as well check it out. Besides, something this big heading toward Gotham is bound to get Bats’ attention which means whatever it is out there, Robin and the other young heroes are bound to be there too. Which can prove to be exciting.

Mass Text To: Kitten, Hot Ass, Slytherin, Baby Sister, Big Sister, Garfield

East outskirt of Gotham - we got trouble, the kids in tights will probably be there, let’s have some fun *devil emoji*

But first, he has one small stop to make.

#

Jonathan’s lab is a mess, even more so than usual. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, if Jonathan was experimenting again then Jason should have expected the worse - he’s pretty sure that this is the worse case scenario at any rate. Broken vails, liquid fear toxin soaking through the metal floor, and there’s not a single thing in its place. As if a tornado swept through it and destroyed all through its path. He looks toward a burned, charred floor that reeks of rust. Blood stains into the metal. A strange glyph forms a broken circle in the center.

Damn it, it just makes this harder. He has to hurry. If Jonathan stole Raven’s spell book, combining one of her spells with his fear toxin, then it’s likely that she’d be the only one to undo whatever damage Jonathan did. But with a spell book that likely has hundreds of spells and combinations, then it’d be useless unless she knew which one that was used.

He spots a piece of paper, burned at its edges, in the middle of the glyph. A drawing of the glyph on the floor is at the top of it followed by a mantra that he won’t even try to decipher.

He pockets it and hopes that it’s the right one.

#

The video footage doesn’t do it justice, but unfortunately, the young heroes don’t realize this until they’re already gaining up on the beast. They’re close enough to get an idea of what they’re against, but far enough that they still don’t quite realize the gravity of what it is that he’s capable of. They can still see his silhouette, showing just how large he is, and the idea that this is - was? - Scarecrow is hard to fathom. He casts a large dark shadow that threatens to swallow you whole if you stand within it, but it’s really the fire burning beneath the mask instead of his eyes that truly creates an unsettling, fearful sensation in their chest.

Robin pauses, his calculating eyes narrow as he looks over the situation carefully, his mind working like a supercomputer as he tries to pinpoint exactly what this - what would he be called? Scarebeast? - is capable of. The shadow creatures seem to be an unexpected byproduct of whatever magic Scarecrow infused with his toxin, he seems to have control of them. But his rampage is uncharacteristic of him, Robin wonders if Scarecrow - Scarebeast, now - is even capable of controlling himself as well as those creatures.

“What’s the saying,” Superboy looks to the others, a brow raised, “The bigger they are, the harder they fall?”

“It’s gonna take a lot more than just strength to make him fall,” Raven comments dryly, her aura already flaring up for protection.

“Wanna bet,” Superboy smirks.

Raven rolls her eyes, but doesn’t take the taunt. She doesn’t need to bet anything to know that she’s right - she knows magic and she knows Scarecrow’s fear toxin. The idea of combining the two is a frightful notion.

“No bets,” Kaldur mildly scolds, “Raven is right. We have to play it smart, we don’t know what he’s fully capable of now.”

“He looks like he’s emitting fear toxin,” Robin notes, “We have to wear the masks if we want to even get close to him.”

Kaldur nods solemnly, “M’gann, do you sense anything from him?”

M’gann narrows her eyes as she focuses intently on the beast. It takes merely a moment for her eyes to go wide. An intense wave of fear, and all the things that create it, all that it is, hits her hard. A large force knocks her back to the ground, her head throbbing as tears build in her eyes.

“M’GANN!”

She looks to Superboy, who stares at her with fear and concern. She sees fire. She sees him running through flames that she doesn’t remember being there, but feel too real. She can feel the heat of it brushing against her skin. Burning, burning, burning. Her skin feels hot as it begins to melt away. Hot, burning, everything is on fire. Her hold on her form slips as her true form manifests. White against red slips to the ground in a limp form. Superboy holds her, but she can’t feel him and she wonders if he’s really there.

Of course he’s not there, a deep voice rumbles in the back of her mind, why would he run to you little martian girl? Why would anyone?

You’re right, M’gann’s voice rings through the team’s mind.

“Who’s right,” Kaldur takes a step forward, his weapons at the ready, “M’Gann, who are you talking to?”

Robin scrambles to the small devices in his belt, air filters that may limit their communication, but there are other ways to communicate. And he can’t communicate at all with an incapacitated team.

“Take the masks,” Robin’s voice screeches into the night sky, “He’s onto us!”

The masks don’t reach them, falling just short as each of them let out pained screams, their minds feeling hot as if someone set a fire and is threatening to burn them alive from the inside out. They hear screaming, pained screams that sound oddly familiar. Superboy clutches M’gann closer, tighter.

“M’gann, you have to break the mind link,” Superboy’s plead falls to deaf ears as M’gann clutches in agony in his arms.

Raven falls to the floor with pained, furrowed brows as she takes deep breaths. Her focus becomes blurry and uneven. She can’t concentrate with that much pain and fire burning in her mind. Her aura flares dangerously around her, creating a dark shadow raven that bursts forth from her with- Azarath, metrion, zinthos.

The group breathes a sigh of relief as the mind connection from M’gann is severed, but Superboy glares toward Raven with accusation as M’gann still withers in his arms.

“Scarecrow - he’s in her mind. He’s too powerful for me to -”

“You my dear,” Scarebeast’s voice roars around them and as they scramble to find him, they see nothing but darkness, “You can call me Scarebeast.”

They don’t have a chance to react, fear toxin spreading out through the air suddenly and quickly. In a coughing fit, they fall to the ground as they struggle to hold their breath, not daring to breath in the poisonous air around them.

Raven quickly forms a dome around all of them, but she struggles to hold it together as Scarebeast taunts her mind, pulling her concentration and emotions. Thin white lines begin to spread through the dome of darkness. A sickening crack rings through the air, Robin struggling to get the masks back before -

The dome shatters, the toxin encasing them once again. Scarebeast enters their minds with ease, taunting them, fear overtaking them as they fall struggle to stay on their feet. #

#

Can’t breathe, too much smoke - it’s all too much. M’gann screeches. Her body is too hot to the touch and smoke begins to fill her lungs. She feels like she’s burning from the inside out as flames warp around her. It gets harder and harder for her lungs to expand, her chest feeling tight. Her eyes bristle with tears as she struggles to see the smoke and flames, her vision being to become spotty and blurry before all she sees is black.

#

Demons release from Raven’s mind, seeming to be all around her as darkness overtakes her. Her father’s laughter rings through her ears and she sees four red eyes staring at her through a void. It’s not real, it’s not real, she repeats it like it’s her lifeline.

She reaches out to the others, but can feel Scarebeast scrambling all of their minds, trying to make them forget who they were facing, trying to make them even more convinced that what they’re seeing is their reality. She pushes through, trying to send a single thought out to the others - It’s not real, remember that it’s not real - and she hopes that it’s enough to remind them of what’s the real threat here.

But even she struggles to see through the illusion of the toxin, but focuses all of her abilities toward pushing anyone that may be close to her - anyone who is really there - away from her, lest her powers lash out against them.

#

Raven is not the only one whose father haunts them.

Kaldur stares up at the face of a hellish manta, listening to how proud his father is of him, how much that they’re alike, that it’s time to accept his fate. It’s nothing he hasn’t heard before, yet this time it sounds more haunting, more serious. As if it’s more than just his father telling him and more of his own self conscious. As if some part of him is trying to convince the other that it’s all real, that he’s just as much of a villain as his father.

He feels sand beneath his feet that burn his soles as a hot sun beats down against him, making it harder to breath as he feels every water drop on him evaporate to the air. Yet his father remains unaffected from the blistering heat.

Unaffected - it clicks. He’s not affected because he’s not here. I’m not here… He struggles to put the pieces together, something scrambling his mind trying to make him forget, but he remembers enough. He remembers that this - none of this - is real.

“It’s not real,” a familiar voice rings, “remember that it’s not real.”

#

Starfire’s cheek puff with the breath she holds as she stands her ground, her fists light up in a bright green blaze as she lets out a series of shots toward the dark scare creatures that start to surround them as Scarebeast continues toward the city. Her eyes burn brightly, tears bristling in the corners of her eyes. Her lungs, while stronger than a human’s, still don’t last long enough as she crumbles to the ground gasping for air. She looks up and through a fog, she sees her sister stalking toward her, unaffected by their surroundings. Blackfire’s fists light up in a blaze, her eyes staring down at Starfire with a cold, hard look that makes Starfire freeze, unable to move as her eyes widen. She feels her pulse beat rapidly within her chest as she loses her breath. Sister...

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this sister,” her sister’s voice rings through the air in a distorted manner and her hand aims straight toward Starfire’s heart.

“It’s not real.” Starfire wonders where Raven is and why she can only hear her. “Remember that it’s not real.

#

Cyborg lasts the longest, his blast sending quite a few of the beasts away from them. Yet it seems that for each one he knocks out, two more take it’s place. They’re never ending. But his human side, the part that still needs to breath, gives in to quickly. He falls to the earth with a hard thud, creating a small crater around him. He blinks and opens his eyes to see the world in a tint of red - a tint he was used to, but only from one eye.

He wonders why his sensors seem different and his body feels heavier, sturdier. He moves his arm and it takes a moment for it to respond and messages dance in front of his eyes like a computer screen. No. He runs to the closest metallic surface he sees, its surface shining so brightly that he sees his reflection too clearly. He puts a hand to his face, but he can’t even feel anything. No cold metal surface, but not any warm skin either.

A robot stares back at him in horror. A pure, full robot that looks different, but familiar. He swears he feels his heart drop, but he doesn’t think he even has one anymore.

“It’s not real, remember that it’s not real.”

#

Superboy opens his eyes and sees a world of metal, screens and needles before glass. Tubes spread from him to out of a container that he was born in, spent the beginning of his life in. His mind is frantic to place memories and sees two. One of Superman, broken beneath him like a corpse. The other of a team that reaches their hand out to them when he’s down. He doesn’t know which one is real and he’s scared to know the answer.

“Congratulations, Project Kr. You’ve completed your mission. Superman is dead because of you, you should be proud.”

He struggles against the tubes, but finds them to be too heavy like thick restraints grounding him to this scene.

“It’s not real, remember that it’s not real.”

#

Robin sees Scarebeast’s creatures around them, circling them as they draw close to their prey. It’s only a matter of time - his hand trembles as he reaches toward one of the fallen masks. Almost there - I just have to - his lungs burn for oxygen and his chest gives out, letting go of the breath he was holding. As he coughs, the reality around him bleeds away to an empty circus tent. A tent he knows too well.

A bright spotlight shines brightly on two figures that dance through the air with a familiar grace. Mom. Dad. Robin stands hestiately, looking up at them with a deep pain his chest. He watches them for a moment, taking in the beauty of their movement before he moves, his feet running toward the large ladder that lead up to their podium stands where they land once they’re finished - where they should’ve landed.

“No,” Robin’s voice comes out as a course whisper, “No, stop! Get down from there - it’s not safe.”

He’s halfway up the ladder. He can see his mother’s eyes stare at him as she smiles as she soars. The smile drops as there’s a snap. His heart falls to the pit of his stomach. He stares in horror as he watches a scene that he already knew. He can’t look away as his mother looks to him as she falls.

“You should’ve warned us sooner, my little robin.”

It takes him too long to hear a second voice, one that sounds familiar but far away like a distant memory.

“It’s not real - remember that it’s not real.”

But it was.

#

Scarebeast revels in the way that the heroes crumble like dust, like the worthless little worms that they are. The martian girl’s screams are louder than the caws of his crows. The half-robot is shut down as he faces his hell. The small Superman knockoff is fighting against something that’s not really there as Robin seems to be fighting tears. The waterboy is struggling to breath even more than the Martian as the alien girl cries as if someone ripped her heart out.

He didn’t think it would be this easy, but with his new abilities, he is unstoppable. He is too power for anyone who may come in his way, but he’s most proud of the she-devil that’s on her knees before him as her aura flares around her to face her demons.

“SCARECROW!”

He lets out a roar as someone - multiple someones - sweep into the scene. Something in him tells him that he should know them, that they’re important, but a darker voice whispers through his mind that he has no friends, that it doesn’t matter who they are, that they - like the heroes, like everyone else, like the world - will tremble with fear.

#

Jason, lets out a low whistle as he takes in everything around him. It’s not exactly hard to miss the way the young heroes in tights are crumbled to the ground like nothing and a part of him is proud that his boy was able to do that. That part would probably be a lot stronger if said boy wasn’t rampaging through the woods like a maniac - well, a bigger maniac than usual. Thankful for the air filters in his mask, and the fact that he was smart enough to give out masks before showing up to this - unlike the apparent so smart ‘heroes.’

“Well, at least we know it’s Jonathan,” Copperhead hisses, though his eyes are focused on the ‘guys’ in tights.

Cheetah lets out a small purr of approval, her respect for the usually timid Jonathan rising as she sees the heroes in their current state.Though she tenses seeing the unfamiliar large form of Scarecrow and the dark beasts that are slowly gathering around them. She keeps a close eye on them, her body waiting to strike in case they make a move, but Scarecrow wouldn’t send his beasts after them… would he? And since when he could he do that in the first place? Is it effect of the spell?

Firefly’s ‘oh shit’ doesn’t go unnoticed, he hovers a good few feet above the ground, taking in each hero in their distressed state with a mix of anger and pride. His buddy did that, but he should’ve been the one to take down the heroes. He should be the one that made them burn.

“That stupid neurotic kid took out all the heroes,” Firefly growls.

“Not to mention whatever that is,” Copperhead jabs his thumb toward the white martian that shrieks in pain and horror.

Blackfire hesitates, her eyes on her sister as her brows furrow. Jason watches her carefully, wondering if she’s going to run to her sister’s help or let her suffer. He has to admit he’s a bit curious to see what choice she is going to make. Blackfire takes a step forward before her lips thin and she stands her ground. Jason hums a bit in thought, she never fails to surprise me.

Nuclear Sis takes in a sharp breath, “I… didn’t think a simple spell book would make him like…. This.”

Giganta, whose height towers over the toxin and reaches to the thinner oxygen levels, stomps her feet a bit in worry. The others yelp, cursing at her as the ground shake, causing her to let out a muffled apology.

“Don’t worry, it’s still Jonathan,” Copperhead states as if it’s a fact, but his voice wavers as he looks at the larger, more intimidating form of Scarecrow, “He can be reasoned with… Probably.”

Jason gives a shrill whistle to get Scarecrow’s attention as he slowly saunters over, a swagger in his step and caution in his mind. Something tells him that it won’t be as simple as just talking it over.

“SCARECROW!”

He lets out a yelp as Scarecrow turns to him and lets out a roar.

“MY NAME IS SCAREBEAST!”

Jason takes a step back at the fiery eyes that stare at him with no hint of recognition. A feeling of unease settles in his gut. For once, why can’t things just go easily? A hand rises, commanding the dark shadow beasts to swarm toward him and the others.

He dodges a few large crows that sweep at him from the sky and lands on top of one of the other, more land-based creatures that at first glance, may be mistaken for a deer. Yet deer don’t have an endless void of darkness for a body nor are they size of a moose, but their eyes are a hellish fire that stare like death itself. Somehow they, in themselves, are unsettling and sends goosebumps down his arms.

“What the fuck,” Jason shouts, “We just want to talk!”

‘I don’t want to hear you talk,’ a dark voice rings through their minds, causing them to tense, ‘I want to hear you scream.’

Cheetah lets out a snarl as she tears through the beasts that leap toward her. Her claws digging into flesh that doesn’t bleed as she tosses them away from her, her arms burning with restrain from the weight. Copperhead’s tail wraps around the ones that she misses and tosses them to toward a growing pile of limp corpses.

Firefly lets out shouts as fire blasts from him to the beasts, but Jason is mildly impressed that he’s at least keeping it somewhat controlled so the whole forest doesn’t burn up. The last thing they need is a forest fire to worry about on top of all of this.

Blackfire shoots rapidly at the beasts near her and shoots a few that leap toward Giganta, but as her eyes drift back to her sister, a beast tackles her from the side. She lets out a scream as she feels claws dig into her shoulders. She struggles to raise her arms enough to blast a hole straight through the beasts’ chest.

Nuclear Sis struggles, but is able to hold her own enough to survive - for now. But she’s not sure how long she can last with this many beasts. She can’t unleash any nuclear power, not with the others so close by. She tries to focus her blast waves only on the beasts, but it won’t take long before she loses her control.

Giganta shrieks as multiple beasts go for her legs and crows swoop at her head, she shakes the ones on her body off, but each bite leaves decent wounds on her legs. Shit, if I go back to regular size, I’ll bleed out.

“Jonathan,” she screeches, “Jonathan! It’s us! Please!”

“No use, Giganta,” Jason reasons, cursing a storm, “That spell fucked up his head, at this rate, he’s about more fucked than Joker.”

His eyes narrow as he dodges another beasts and sends red x’s to capture the ones he jumps off, trapping them to the ground. He looks toward the others and his lips thin at the way that they struggle against the beasts. Even with the toxin not affecting them, he can feel Scarebeast press in the back of his mind, forcing a fight or flight response in his system as if he’s scared for his life. The adrenaline makes his heart beat rapidly against his chest as he tries to focus on a way to get Jonathan back.

His eyes are drawn to the darkness that lashes out toward anything that gets close to her - Raven.  If it was her spell book that caused this mess, then she can get them out of it. She’ll know how to undo it. His eyes glance toward Robin and Starfire. If they get Starfire, then he knows that Blackfire will actually focus on the situation instead of own her sister - no matter how much she wants to deny it, he sees the way her eyes keep going to her sister in worry. If he gets Robin, well, he can hold the fact that he ‘saved’ his ass over that little bird’s head. And as heroes, their first objective would be stopping the beast before trying to catch any of them. If he gets them to help them just get Jonathan back to normal, it would be a piece of cake to escape before they take them all to Arkham. Or worse, Belle Reve.

He makes a run for Blackfire, she jumps and looks at him with confusion when he places a small air filter in her hand, “Get your sister.”

“Firefly, don’t burn the forest,” Jason shouts, “Keep your blasts aimed toward the beasts. Imagine that they’re me if you have to!”

Firefly smirks, but listens as his blasts become a bit more focused on their targets. Jason nods, satisfied, and runs through the tormented heroes with ease. He puts a mask on Robin as he runs by and heads straight toward Raven, dodging her magic that lashes out toward him.

“Tell me that you have a reason for going for the heroes,” Cheetah snarls.

“If her spell book caused this, she can fix it.”

“And Robin,” Cheetah presses, but Firefly lets out a snort.

“Oh come on, kitty, that one’s obvious. If he saves Robin, that bird will never live it down.”

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Starfire takes in a deep breath, coughing to shake fluid from her lungs as reality slowly bends back into existence. Her vision is blurry, but she sees her sister staring down at her, but unlike the fear-toxin induced nightmare, there is no cold hearted murder in her sister’s eyes, just a resigned sense of caring. As her vision slowly focuses, she makes out her sister’s hand reaching toward her to help her up.

“Sister,” Starfire coughs, but Blackfire rolls her eyes.

“No shit, don’t let this get to your head, I still hate you.”

Robin is quicker to gain his senses, but still doesn’t understand just who - his eyes fall on Red X. Of course it is. He doesn’t miss the way Red X gives him a little two finger salute and he’s sure that the villain is grinning beneath his mask.

Raven, however, takes longer to come back, struggling to gain control of her emotions and her powers. Unlike the others, she doesn’t gasp desperately for air, but instead takes in slow, precise breaths that slows the adrenaline and fear that coursed through her. She stands and raises an eyebrow at the villains that have joined them.

“After we take Scarebeast down, you’re next,” Robin threatens, though they don’t seem particularly bothered by it.

“Sure you will,” Blackfire rolls her eyes, “But let’s focus on one thing at a time, shall we?”

“We kinda hoped you that you would know how to undo the spell,” Nuclear Sis looks toward Raven, “He stole your spell book, didn’t he?”

“I need to know the spell he used otherwise -”

Jason slips a paper in her hand and she stops. He winks, even though he knows that she can’t see it.

“Snagged this little baby before coming by, think it will do the job?”

Raven looks it over briefly before nodding, “Stall him, it will take time to gather the magic needed to undo this big of a spell. And I can’t promise that he will be one hundred percent back to normal either.”

“Eh, so he has a side effect or two,” Jason shrugs, “We all have our issues.”

Her lips thin, not wanting to say that it won’t be as simple as ‘having some issues.’ If she succeeds, there’s no telling how much power he will retain permanently - or if his sanity will return. She supposes as long it brings him down, it won’t matter much. He’ll be locked up by the time this is over.

Robin looks toward the others, but the masks that he once tried to hand out are destroyed - burned by Firefly’s attacks on the beasts, no doubt. He grits his teeth at the idea of leaving them in agony, but hopefully this will end soon enough.

“Fine, Firefly, Starfire, Blackfire, use your attacks on Scarebeast, but keep your distance. Nuclear Sis, aim for the beasts at Giganta’s legs while she goes for the ones in the air. Red X, Copperhead, Cheetah, you’re with me. We’ll keep the beasts away from Raven while she focuses.”

“It’s funny how you think we answer to you,” Copperhead hisses, but Jason raises a hand to stop him.

“We’re not answering to him, we’re saving Jonathan and bringing back.”

That gets the others to, mostly, keep quiet about their complaints as they do as instructed by the Boy Wonder. Cheetah and Copperhead join him on the ground with Robin as Raven floats a few feet in the air with her legs crossed, repeating her usual mantra in between verses of something he’s never heard before. He hopes that whatever she is doing, however, will work.

“Sister,” Starfire shoots a large blast toward Scarebeast that gets his attention, drawing him away from the city as he lets out a roar, “Isn’t it nice to be fighting side by side?”

“Yeah, it’s real swell,” Blackfire huffs and Firefly laughs as the sarcasm goes right over Starfire’s head, who takes her sister’s comment too literally and lets out a joyous laugh despite the situation around them.

“Does she ever stop,” Firefly asks as Starfire continues to let out joyous shouts of victory with every hit. Blackfire nods negatively, causing him to curse, “What a fucking pain.”

“You really think you can stop me,” Scarebeast screeches, “I am a god of all that is terror. I am your living nightmare.”

“Jonathan, you’re becoming a real living ass,” Giganta snaps, causing Nuclear Sis to snort.

Scarebeast turns to her, rising his hand about to attack, but hesitates. Magic presses against the back of his mind, pressing into his chest, and the red tinted vision from the flames of hell start to diminish as he stumbles on his feet.

“It’s working, Raven,” Robin shouts, “Keep going!”

The opposing magic grows stronger as he wobbles. His beasts start to dwindle in numbers, the ones who die not coming back and new ones refusing to form. He can feel the toxin releasing from him becoming thinner, weaker.

“No,” his voice lacks the darker, demonic echo, “No, I can’t be defeated, I can’t…”

Pain shoots through his body as his bones begin to break and reform, forcing him to become smaller and smaller, his muscles weakening as his body grows thin. His head throbs with pain, but his mind becomes clearer.

“What did I… What did I do…?”

“You caused way too much trouble, is what you did,” Blackfire snaps, “We barely saved your ass.”

Raven comes back to the ground, her work complete, but she eyes Scarecrow with caution, waiting to see what will become of him, if he retrains any of the abilities caused by the dark magic that he carelessly threw himself into. Starfire rushes to the others as they begin coughing and regaining consciousness, slowly coming to their senses. Firefly yelps when the white alien slowly begins to form a more recognizable Miss Martian, if that’s what she really looks like then I’m glad that she can shapeshift, fuck that. Superboy rushes to her, not phased by the transformation as he holds her close.

Jason watches the heroes slowly come to and takes a step forward, it’s best if they make their escape now before all of them are back at full power. Blackfire and Giganta are still injured, Nuclear Sis is on the brink of breaking, and even he can feel the fatigue from the battle reaching him.

“Well this was fun and all, but we have places to be and things to steal. Beat you later, heroes.”

He makes a signal to the others and they prepare for what’s to come, getting into position for their escape. A flash grenade hits the ground and blinds the heroes as they run off toward the city, Giganta taking large leaps that shake the ground.

Jason grabs Jonathan and puts him on his back as he runs, knowing that he’s in no state to run for himself. Jonathan weakly watches the heroes scramble behind Jason’s back before they disappear into the distance.

“So you broke into Mount Justice, huh,” Jason asks, causing Jonathan to nod, “And all you did was steal a stupid book. No wonder Firefly makes fun of you. You’re a fucking dumbass.”

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