#Just to make a little bit of room for ol' Croc

[moongothic]

The more I think about it, the more fucking sus the exclusion of Crocodile in the "Luffy is Dragon's son" scene becomes in my mind

Because like. No look at it, look a the double-page spread again

(Chapter 558)

Now keep in mind, this is the entire scene, these are all the reactions we get to the revelation. Next page we're moving on to the next scene, and we don't come back to this subject aside from Akainu being like "grrrr Dragon's son >(" (but he already knew appearently)

And like, really, look at whose reactions to the news we get to see

There's Koby, Helmeppo and Garp reacting to the news being revealed to the whole world (makes sense; these are familiar characters to us and their reaction to this huge revelation going public is fair to show)

Smoker (makes sense; he must've been confused about what happened at Loguetown, so his reaction is interesting)

Random ass marines and Sabaody's news reporters (makes sense for plot reasons)

Random ass Whitebeard pirates ?????????

Buggy The Fucking Clown (arguably makes sense; Buggy has """hanged out""" with Luffy, so it is an interesting, shocking revelation to him too)

All of the original Shichibukai except Crocodile

And even with the Shichibukai, there's like. Levels of interest here. Like Kuma is interesting because we already knew that he knew Luffy was Dragon's son, and after what he did at Thriller Bark and Sabaody, and for the incoming "Kuma is Dead"-revelation, showing his non-reaction is interesting. Doflamingo has the most thoughtful reaction as he's putting things together out loud, Jinbei may not be adding much but he's taking the news in anyways, and Hancock's reaction is a wonderful reflection of her character. Moria and Mihawk have nothing to really add here, but they sure are there, reacting anyways.

But indeed. Considdering Oda went out of his fucking way to include all the other six of the OG Shichibukai, so the fact that he left Crocodile out and instead gave those Marines, Coby and Helmeppo such massive panels, AND preferred to include Buggy and Random Whitebeard Pirates over Sir Fucking Crocodile feels incredibly suspicious man

And just to re-iterate, although we have nothing to confirm Crocodile would personally have known/met Dragon at any point in his life, again, between: 1) Dragon being The Most Famous Criminal In The Whole World That Every Fucking One Knows About, and 2) Crocodile having Beef with one of the Revolutionary Army's Founding Members (in other words; if he knew one high ranking Rev Army Member, it is entirely plausible he could know more). Yeah, Crocodile should at least fucking KNOW who Dragon is, like that name should ring a fucking bell. And surely, finding out the little brat who beat his ass turned out to be that Dragon's son would be an interesting revelation, even to Sir "I don't give a fuck" Crocodile

And yet we don't get to see his reaction

And yeah, to be fair, we don't get to see the reactions from any of Whitebeard's other crew members either. But also, those crew members don't really know or care about Luffy, and neither do we the readers particularly care about them at this point in the story. Like sure seeing Marco's reaction over the smaller pirates would've been more interesting, but again, the relationship between us readers and Marco, as well as Marco and Luffy would not be much different if switched out for the random pirates. If anything, the random pirates are more probably there to counter balance the random marines

But then there's also the fact that we don't get to see Whitebeard's reaction either. Which also feels a tiny bit sus considdering how he just had a big ol' conversation with Luffy just moments before. And considdering how important of a character he would become in this arc, not including Whitebeard's reaction does feel a little odd.

But then I have to remind us all; Crocodile came to Marineford because he wanted to fight Whitebeard. With Luffy out of the way, he could be at this point trying to resume his attack on Whitebeard if he wanted to. And he does seem to do that at some point (after getting pushed off Moby Dick off-screen). But what is he doing, at this moment, when the revelation is happening? 'Cause, as you might notice, the Big Reveal Panel is cut off perfectly so even Whitebeard's partially cut off, and last we saw Croc he was behind Whitebeard Like for all we know Crocodile could've been in the middle of flinging himself at Whitebeard again, or in the middle of a spar with some of Whitebeard's commanders, or in a yelling match with Whitebeard

We're not allowed to see either of the two men, not what they were in the middle of doing, and not what they thought about the news. Despite how important the characters would become, despite how arguably either's opinion on the news could have been more insightful than like. What Moria had to say with his "!!!"

IDK man this shit is so sus

#Moon posting #OP Meta #Sir Crocodile #Crocodad #Like surely you could've made some of those panels with the Marines smaller or something #Just to make a little bit of room for ol' Croc #Or just. Cut out Coby and Helmeppo. Or Kuma (since he's dead). Or Moria. Or the rando pirates #IT'S JUST SUS OKAY. ALL THE SHICHIBUKAI EXCEPT CROCODILE

[sbk-zgvlt]

1. I’m honestly impressed about how you two made a whole ass fan fiction which I heavily enjoy with just a simple question

2. I’m hoping onto that Peter Pan idea train

3. This random idea which has less Angst. Basically one day at NRC, all the main cast suddenly get transported into to a story book where they get each character is transported into a different story that best matches there personalities(or in author sense what there character was inspired by), so when the Diasomnia group get transported to the story of sleeping beauty, the can’t find Sebek anywhere. Meanwhile, Sebek is wondering where the hell everyone is and why he’s on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere, where’s there’s apparently pirate ships. (I also imagine sense Sebek is half crocodile fea he has a crocodile tail which can disappear and reappear)

1. We're just that cool

2. I think i need to make a tag for that now...

3. IM SO INSANE ABOUT THIS

They probably messed around with this cursed storybook that Crowley keeps in his office and now they suffer the consequences.

The thing is though that they have to complete each story by their order in the book to actually progress. So, we start with Alice in Wonderland where Heartslabyul is stuck in. The further down the story is in the book (First story = Alice in Wonderland, last story = Sleeping Beauty), the longer the dorm has been inside.

For example, Heartslabyul have only been stuck for a day. Savanaclaw for a week. Octavinelle for a month, etc.

The basics of how this works is that while the first story is being played out, the others haven't even started yet. They're basically on pause. It's like Heartslabyul is trying to finish the story in a day while Savanaclaw is stuck inside the story 1 week before the events actually happen.

When Heartslabyul finish their story, they get transported to the Lion King and meet with Savanaclaw. They finish the story, then meet with Octavinelle in Little Mermaid, so on and so forth.

They eventually reach the Sleeping Beauty, only to be met with a frantic Diasomnia who have been stuck in the story for 5 months (They don't age or something by the way...when they return to the real world they've only been gone for a minute).

Turns out they have NOT seen Sebek at all, and Silver is in a FRENZY. Malleus is starting to embrace his villain role a bit too well in the story, and Lilia has practically reverted back to his old war veteran days.

The cast finally snap them out of it when they're able to finish the story, and Riddle suggests that maybe Sebek wasn't affected by the storybook for some reason? Or they'll be able to find him once they reach the true end of the book.

So, the true characters of thr story finally manifest so Diasomnia can just watch things play out with the rest of the cast as well.

They watch Aurora get married, some get a bit teary-eyed while Leona and Malleus argue over the color of her dress, then all they have to do now is wait for the end of the story-

Everyone gets transported to a room. The Darlings' room. Everyone freaks out because WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GO HOME???

Diasomnia are inconsolable because they think that Sebek was left behind in the Sleeping Beauty story and will be stuck there forever and are continuously trying to find ways to go back-

"Uh, you guys aren't Wendy." Everyone turns towards the window. Peter Pan, in all his glory, was sitting by the windowsill with his arms crossed. He thinks that they broke in and is prepared to beat their asses until Jack and Trey explain their situation.

Peter hears about this Sebek guy and goes "Oh! You mean ole' croc? I know where he is!" Diasomnia pause and then immediately start screaming at him to bring them to him.

A few pixie dust later (courtesy of a disgruntled Tinkerbell), they're flying over Neverland. Peter is about to introduce them to the lost boys only for the sound of a cannon to interrupt him.

Pirates are invading the island once more, and the cast are quick to defend themselves. They can't seem to get a single hit on Captain Hook though, mostly because of fairy tale laws or whatever.

They're in a bit of a disadvantage, and even Peter is getting restless-

Tick.

Tock.

Captain Hook goes pale, as well as the rest of his crew. NRC look confused only for a familiar voice to ring throughout the fight: "ARE YOU BACK FOR ANOTHER ROUND, CAPTAIN?" It's Sebek!

Except he looks...different. Not different in the way that Rook now has black hair for whatever reason, nor different by the fact that Lilia's hair is long again.

This Sebek looks older. Not too old, but there are key differences. His usual round ears are now a bit pointed, his hair past his shoulders. He's wearing something wildly different- there's no trace of his uniform.

Instead, an old, raggy pirate's cloak hangs off his shoulders that just serves to make him look more intimidating. And uh the rest of his clothes are the ones that Will Stetson is wearing in his cover of Shinunoga E-wa with black pants LOOK MAN im writing this in my notes app offline.

His magestone is no longer placed in a pen, rather it hangs off his ear as an earring.

The biggest change however is the scales and tail...as well as the ticking face of a clock that replaces his right eye.

Hook's crew are quick to retreat, not before Sebek can suddenly jump into their ship though. The cast watch Sebek raise Hook up by the scruff of his neck, and with a flick of his wrist, his claws retract.

"P-please!" Hook pleads. "Have mercy!" Sebek smiles. "I'm true to my word, Captain." And promptly slices his hand off.

He jumps off the ship with Hook's hand, Peter quick to catch him as they ignore Hook's frantic screams. Blood trickles down his claws, and once they reach solid ground, Peter puts Sebek down.

Sebek throws the hand into the sand, and with a single kick, sends it flying into the ocean. Right on time, a crocodile jumps from the water and catches it into its mouth, before retreating back into the water.

"That was so cool!" Peter exclaims from behind him with childlike wonder. Sebek doesn't react, only sighing, "HUMAN, JUST BECAUSE IVE BEEN HERE FOR A YEAR DOESNT MEAN ILL BE HERE FOREVER. SOONER OR LATER, YOU WILL NEED TO FACE THE CAPTAIN BY YOURSE-"

He turns around to continue to berate Peter, only to pause when he sees the mildly injured forms of the NRC cast.

"...PETER WHAT THE FUCK"

#fuck you this is an au now #storybook madness au #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #twst #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #diasomnia #my asks!

[gangrenados]

Cheap motel

I have to thank the good ol' "there was only one bed" prompt for this one 😔👏🏽

Neither of you wanted this, but after having spent a long day working your ass off it was tiresome to even think about how to solve this little problem.

The double bed was attractive under that yellowish light that the cheap lamp provided, your muscles were crying out for you to lie down in it, while your mind little by little lost the desire to be polite and continue insisting to Dick to take the bed.

You knew that he would continue to refuse to sleep there just so you could do it. That was him, a kind and attentive man who was beginning to reel from how tired he was.

His legs could barely bear his weight and the most certain thing was that if he continued like this he would end up passed out on the floor.

You put on your pajamas and threw yourself on the bed, the relief you felt when you finally stretched your body gave you chills. Dick on the other hand was looking for a fairly decent place to lie down.

"Aren't you coming?" you asked him intrigued, raising your head slightly to get a good look. He hesitated, unsure if it was okay.

It was unusual to share a bed with someone you have nothing with. However, Dick cared very little about sharing a bed with whoever he was, at this point he might even sleep next to Killer Croc if it meant getting some sleep, but doing it with you it was another story.

The nervousness from being so close to you were enough to make him hesitate, which was funny since as stupid as it may sound, he has wondered what it would be like to sleep with you.

You see, it was very recently that he finally accepted that he felt something for you after years of denying how in love he was, and since then his mind has been betraying him by making him imagine beautiful situations where the two of you are together.

Dick has tried his best not to pay attention to these things, but it was a difficult thing.

"Don't worry, I can sleep on the couch." He assured you with a weak smile that it did not convince you at all.

You put your lips in a fine line and patted your side. "Don't be like that," you said yawning. "There's enough room for both of us and I don't bite if that's what you're worried about ..."

Dick glanced at the bed for a moment and then at the rickety couch that looked too small to support him. "So?" your insistence made him sigh, how nice it was that you cared so much about him.

He sat on the bed unsure, looking somewhat pained at the way you were lying with your arms and legs spread so nonchalantly. He slowly leaned back, letting his head rest on the flat pillows.

Everything he once imagined was finally true. The butterflies on his stomach didn't take long in appearing.

"Isn't this weird?" You wandered drowsily, Dick couldn't agree with you more. "We've been friends for so long and this is the first time we've slept in the same bed, crazy right?"

The way you looked at him, so naive and somehow cute made him lose himself for an instant. Yes, this was something very unusual, he was scared of fuck up and ruining his chance to be with you, maybe you wouldn't want him around if you found out that he had a bad habit of hogging the blankets and bottling his emotions.

"Yes I know, but it's not that bad." He admitted, feeling pretty nervous about his confession. Was it risky? Probably, but your little giggles at least reassured him a bit.

You got closer to Dick, enough to make his skin crawl with excitement at the feel of your touch. "I think we're getting a little cheesy," you said softly as you fiddled with his fingers. "You're someone very important to me, you know?"

At that precise moment his mind went into chaos, one part screaming at him to say something quickly while the other was paralyzed. He nodded foolishly, "Well, I care a lot about you too..."

"Nice," You smiled when you looked up at him and you couldn't help but notice how cute he looked even with a few scratches on his face. "Uh, do you mind if I use you as a pillow?"

"Go ahead." Dick chuckled lightly, thinking that nothing else could make him more nervous, but the moment you rested your head on his chest and your hands brushed his ribs gently, it all went to hell.

He was begging for you to not notice how fast his heart was beating, it would be a shame if you saw the effects you had on him.

"I like you." His voice echoed in the room, an echo that popped in his ears and didn't leave him alone. Was he being reckless? Dick always imagines telling you this in a more romantic way, in a nice place and not in a cheap motel.

"Seriously?" You moved away suddenly, Dick began to accept that perhaps this would be the end of this beautiful friendship.

It had been wonderful years, the two of you together against the world, he would remember all the old days with much love and resentment towards himself for having ruined his relationship with you.

"Good thing we feel the same!" Your joy left him shocked, was it you who said that or was it his mind playing a joke? "I like you too, Dick."

He smiled in relief, totally unprepared for what was coming. Your lips felt soft against his, this was a surprise kiss that he had become addicted to very quickly.

His hand went behind your neck, deepening the kiss as he flinched at how good his tongue felt against yours.

"Wow," you gasped between little giggles "Do you wanna go out with me?" You proposed, taking advantage of the moment and how confident you were.

Dick nodded enthusiastically, he no longer cared about controlling what he felt. "Yeah, that would be nice." He confessed.

"Great!" You kissed him again, only this time it was a short little kiss that left Dick wanting more. Maybe tomorrow he could get a few more...

"Night." You said yawning while you retake your previous position, who would say that Dick would be so comfortable to rest.

"Goodnight." He responded, turning off the lamp with a click that announced the end of this long, but good day.

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[hypnotica-ships]

how abouuuuut... 1,3 and 4 too?

Oh boy, this got suuuuuuuuuper long, but I’ve been holding a lot of this in, and I didn’t even get to mention the crow raisings...I’ve tried to keep this short and skipped a ton of things, so if you want some more info about anything, let me know, I”d be more than happy to answer! The last two questions will be under the cut, cause wow, can I talk....

1. What is your s/i's name & pronouns? Legally- Mathew E. Sionis However, only a few very close people know it, and even then they all still call him Crow. Even when he still had his deadname. No one but him and his father know what the "E." stands for. Also he goes by He/Him and They/Them. Mostly the first set though.

3. Does your s/i have a full backstory yet? Or is it still in the works? If it's done can we see it? Oh boy, do I. It's fairly messy, and you need to keep in mind that the first media I inserted myself into was DC Comics, plus I was 15 and never knew about the whole Self-Shipping Community until like last year, thanks btw. It gets dark and some spots, my bad, blame 15 year old edgelord Crow.

Let's start at the beginning yeah? Crow was born the second child to Circe, not much is know about her, and Roman Sionis who at the time had just started to make his name big in the underground crime scene, in Gotham City. She had an older brother and a younger brother, each sibling was born with some darker magic powers, but showed no sign of it at the time they were in his care. After Crow's younger brother was born (both siblings have names, but I'm a bit shy about saying who each one is, but as we'll see later, they don't really get along anyways...), their mother died. Which sent Roman into a bit of a spiral, he became incredibly paranoid. He thought the only way to save his children (who are all a year apart, so the oldest is about 2 and a half to three) was to kill them, but he had a hard time doing it directly after what he did to the older brother.... So he sent the other babies away in basket down a stream hope that would solve the problem. There was a fork in the stream, one child went one way while the other one went another. Crow's way went into a run off into a sewer, not just any sewer, (oh boy...here we go...) the Arkham Asylum sewer, where a big ole' Mr. Killer Croc found what he thought was a dead child. Once he realized the child was still alive, he tried his best to get one of the orderlies of the Asylum's attention. They....had no idea what to do, so (even though I"m pretty sure they probably would of sent the child to an orphanage...) they decided to have the inmates, with constant security around, raise the child (15 year old me had some ideas....to bad i never changed this...).

Yadda yadda yadda, time skip, Crow now has realized she has shadomancy powers and just basic magic as well, but no clue how to use em, so they 'wing it', they also have a pretty good gig at stealing things, since she can travel through the shadows real sneaky like. She finds out at some point who her dad is, and the younger brother, Crow is furious, and vows to never speak to her father ever again, but he insists on buying her love and gives her an "allowance" of like a billion a month, but she refuses to keep it all and only saves enough to live on while the rest gets sent to charity. She's about 13 at this point and has bought out an old hotel to live in that was ment to be torn down, so it's basically falling apart except for one room and the roof. Safe enough to live in though. Yadda yadda, still the same age, she meets Lonnie while looking for one of her pet crows that went into his cell at juvie, stuff happens they become friends, he finds out about her living situation, tells his folks, and now they basically adopted her. Crow and Lonnie cause trouble for a few years as a fucking awesome team. When they are around 16 or so, Jamm just shows up, and he needs a place to stay, and at this point Crow's hotel is fixed up a bit more thanks to help from Lonnie. So they let him stay in an extra room.

He now forever part of this group.

They make a band, The Nest, but it's kind of a cover up for vigilantism. At this point, since I like to keep things as cannon as possible, Lonnie fakes his death, which cause Crow to spiral, similar to how her father did when he lost her mother. It's sad and depressing time, lot of plot points, but I'll try to sum it up: Drinking problems, lots of failed relationships good and bad, possible murder, the older brother comes back and explains some stuff he may also be Satan, Crow and Jamm bonding time, and ect.

I dunno, about 18-ish now or whatever, I really don’t have the best concept of time, Crow dates Jimmy, thanks to some old connections with Lois who set them up, it goes pretty well, Crow is healing. She's not fully healed though, and Jimmy recommends getting out of Gotham since it seems to make things worse and she needs a vacation. Cool, she'll just move to Metropolis where Jimmy lives, nah, doesn't last long, but she does take a trip to Washington D.C. Crow sees a figure on the roof tops lurking around on her trip. One rainy night she confronts it, whoops, Lonnie is still alive! They end up fighting about him not telling her for a few months or so, until he finally says he's sorry. Crow and Jimmy adventures happen, (such as Crow finding out about her Uncle Guile and meets Holger and Marnie, which leads into like a year long hijinks, one relationship that ended in an uncertain way, and now Crow goes back home but has a distant little sibling now, they call and text each other now and again, even go out to lunch), but Crow is still not happy, and Jimmy takes note. Stuff happens, and he proposes.....Crow says no. She realized that she.....probably should of been a he. Crow with this knowledge dumps Jimmy, he takes it well and understands, but Crow still feels bad about it.

After, Crow moves back to Gotham, he talks to Lonnie about going about transitioning. He helps Crow with the whole process, killing whatever ill will was left form the faking death for years bit.

Crow's about 19-20 now, dates Jimmy again, he takes him to meet his cousin Archie in Riverdale. As he visits, he notices a kid and his dad. Said dad is....abusive....and Crow takes note. Stuff happens, Crow and Jimmy breakup again, but Crow moves to Riverdale, cause he needed a change and felt happy there. He remembers the dad and kid, and confronts them, big mess happens, and now Crow has an adopted son, Reggie (who's about 16). Tiny time skip, more garbage happens and then a dying bloodied kid shows up on Crow's doorstep, after helping him and saving his life he asks about the kids family, stuff happens, and now he has kid x2, Julian (also 16, but like 5 months older then Reggie, who hates that.) Stuff happens. Crow is happy with his family and the occasional visits from Uncle Lonnie and Uncle Jamm really help keep Crow sane, (a lot of trauma, a lot of mental issues here, same s/i, same) things are about to get a lot more interesting when the band Reggie is in is asked to open for Josie and the Pussycats....

4. How did your s/i feel when they first met your f/o(s)? How do they feel about them now? I decided to kinda make this a continuation of 3.

Crow was hanging out backstage of his son's performance, checking out the food and making himself a little serving even though the sign said "For band members only!". All of a sudden, a guy in a blue suit, sunglasses and a smug aura about him, slid up next to him. Crow immediately did not trust this man.

Dude asked if Crow was THEE Crow from the Nest, mentioned he was a fan, and wondered what they were up to since they went silent a few years ago. Crow answered as nice as he could, against his better judgement. This guy, Alexander, had the gull to offer him a contract to manage The Nest to "give them a second chance..." The Nest need not a second chance, if they wanted to go big, they would of years ago without this clown’s help.

Yadda yadda yadda, Alex doesn't stop pushing, and Crow ends up becoming a sort of mentor to the Pussycats, while also helping them keep their manager at bay, aka a distraction. Crow and Alex somehow become friends after he realizes that Alex was super lonely growing up and at this point Crow might be his only friend besides the Pussycats (who pay him/he pays them). They get quite close, and Crow, even though he hates that he let this happen, kinda has a major soft spot for this dork.

It took them over a year or so to finally tell each other that though. Not my fault they needed to go through a bunch of agnst/yearning adventures....

Sorry this got super long, but oh boy, did it feel good to finally get this off my chest. I clearly skipped a ton to keep this "short", but that doesn't mean I don't have those ideas fully fleshed out. So if in any point in the future you want me to elaborate, I"d be more than happy too! Thanks for the ask, and sorry to bombard you with a huge wall of text. <3

#asks #holey moley #sorry its so much #...and not even everything... #but this was a short as i could go #hope you make some sense out of this ramble #<3 #s/i info

[teen-titans-imagines]

Redamancy

Jason Todd x Reader

A/n: omg. I can get bingo....IN FOUR DIFFERENT SPOTS. all i want is bingo XD. Also, I really don’t think this was exactly what you had in mind. I’m sorry.

Trope: Bleeding Through the Bandages

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Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Drama Rated: Everyone Warnings: Blood, Graphic Depictions of Blood, Injuries, Graphic Depictions of Injuries.

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Author: Teen-Titans-Imagines

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You had hoped that Jason would start being more careful when he went out on his missions. Granted, getting your ass handed to you was inevitable sometimes, but Jason never failed to get hurt. Almost always did he come home with bruises, cuts, both, or worse. You hated it. 

However, you could never ask Jason to stop being Red Hood. Being Red Hood was something he seemed to enjoy, and who were you to try and take that from him? You weren’t his mother, certainly not his father, and you weren’t some government official. You were just little ole (Y/n), paramour of the Red Hood.

When Jason came home, it was at about an hour after midnight. You had stayed up as you always did, first-aid kit sitting on the end table of the couch, opened and ready to be used. The sound of boots being kicked off made you smile. Even when he was tired and wounded, Jason remembered to kick his boots off at the door. 

The man stumbled in, hands up at his mask and removing the armor, almost flinging it onto the couch. His blue eyes caught your gaze, and he smiled softly. 

“You know, you really don’t have to stay and wait up for me.”

“Yes, but who is going to take care of you, then? Certainly not yourself. I’ve seen the sutures you’ve done by yourself, Todd, and with all due respect, they look like shit.”

Jason chuckled, limping over to you and the couch before sitting down with a pained wheeze. Huffing, you instructed as you stood in front of him. 

“Shirt off, Jason.”

“I haven’t been home for five minutes, and you’re already trying to get me naked.”

You gave the man an unamused look as he painfully took his jacket and shirt off. You replied to him as you grabbed your supplies. 

“Keep talking, and I’ll sew your mouth shut while I’m at it.”

“Yes, Nurse.”

You smiled lightly before turning to Jason, your smile falling and your eyes widened. 

“Jesus fucking christ, Todd. Did you go through a wood chipper? What the fuck?”

Jason winced and muttered, giving you room to sit beside him as he explained. 

“No, I went through Killer Croc. I think he was trying to eat me.”

Your fingers carefully cleaned the area of blood, Jason wincing every now and then as you disinfected the gashes and teeth marks in his torso.

“It would seem so. Looks like you tried taking on a god damn grizzly.”

“It was actually a crocodile, but great guess.”

You gave Jason a warning look before slowly beginning to sew his wounds shut. As you did so, Jason hummed as he stared at you, his hand coming up to play with a piece of your hair. 

“So lucky that I have a hot nurse to take care of me.”

“Jason, I’m literally going to sew your mouth shut. Stop distracting me.”

Jason laughed lightly as he spied your blush, teasing you as you finished suturing the severe wounds, wrapping bandages around his torso. 

“Come on, babe! You can’t blame me for having such an amazing and hot woman be my nurse.”

You shook your head as you packed up the first-aid kit, setting it down on the floor beside the end table. Looking back at Jason, you huffed. 

“No, but I can blame you for being the reason you even need one. You really gotta start being more careful, Jason.”

Jason became serious, sighing as he looked down. 

“I know, I know.”

“It’s fine. I’m not going to tell you to stop being Red Hood. It’s what you love to do, and I think it’s amazing that you do what you do. God knows I would never ever have the guts to do what you do. I’m just a nurse, not some amazing vigilante that wears a red hood, shooting guns at the bad guys.”

You sat down on the couch beside Jason, your hand gently resting on Jason’s shoulders. 

“Though, I can tell you to start being more careful. One of these days, my skills are going to be too insufficient to take care of you, and then what?” 

You bit your lip and whispered, giving Jason a pleading look. 

“Just...be more careful, Jay. I really don’t think I could keep going without you by my side.”

Jason’s awe had him silent. How did he end up with someone as amazing and considerate as you? He replied back, taking your hand within his own and kissing your palm softly.

“I’ll try my best, (Y/n). I’m sorry I worry you.”

You shook your head, murming.

“I’m always going to worry about you, Jason. Whether you’re Red Hood, or Jason Todd. My worry doesn’t end where your crime-fighting begins.”

Jason’s face tinted red, and he leaned over, gently kissing you. Kissing him back, you humemd as Jason threaded his fingers within your hair, laying you down on the couch. However, he winced, and you suggested. 

“We really shouldn’t do this, Jason. Maybe let’s just go to bed?”

Jason pouted before obliging, sitting back up. Yawning, the man stretched before he hissed, and you gave him a look.

“I swear to god. If you rip your stitches, you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“Aw, come on!”

Jason whined. However, you stared at his bandages, narrowing when red began to blotch the white material. You stared accusingly at Jason before he chuckled nervously.

“Guess Nurse (Y/n) had to make another appearance?”

“I’m gonna take your gun and shoot you with it.”

“I could die knowing a pretty face was the last thing I saw.”

“Jason Peter Todd. Shut the fuck up, and stay still so I can redo the stitches.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

[END]

#I really doubt this is what you had in mind and I am so sorry if it wasn't what you wanted. #badthingshappenbingo #Jason Todd #Reader #Jason Todd x Reader #Red Hood #Red Hood x Reader #Batman

[thejokersenigma]

Joker x Reader - Oneshot Request - The Rat and the Cat

Ok, so this was a request I got quite a while a go, I’m sorry it took me so long to get to! :S

I love your Joker stories so much, thank you for writing them :) if you're not too busy then I'll just leave a one shot idea: Joker finds out the reader brought home a cat and he gets mad, saying he's not a cat person but he can't get rid of it cuz of the reader. He acts like he hates the cat but he secretly pets and cuddles it when he's trying to relax a little.

So, maybe not 100% what you wanted, but I just kind of have a quick bit of fun with this one - it’s not great, but maybe it’s alright enough? If not, let me know and I’ll redo it!

Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything!

REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!

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The Joker’s familiar snarl curled his lips as he reached for the pistol where it sat in the holster at his side, his eyes ever leaving the fiend in front of him. The insult, the gall of this enemy was beyond anything he’d ever dealt with before. [Y/N] might like them, might try to convince him to give them a second chance, but that was a laughable hope of hers. They’d gone too far this time. He’d call it disrespect, but it felt worse than that.

J aimed his revolver at his own chair where his opponent insolently sat behind his desk in his office. “Bet you didn’t see that coming, did you?” The Joker taunted with a slow, humourless grin stretching his features. “9 lives. 9 bullets.” He growled, “Seems a lot,” He mused, “but it’ll be worth it…”

The cat, who [Y/N] had apparently named Nyx, didn’t seem at all bothered by the loaded weapon now aimed at her head, instead, just regarded J with a lazy, almost bored, expression over the muzzle of the gun, her tail curled around her feet as she sat in the centre of the chair, the end flicking slightly as she watched him.

This was the final insult. The creature had plagued J ever since [Y/N] had decided to bring it home a few weeks ago, insisting to keep it. He knew she would only whine at him about it for months, hold it over his head, so he’d allowed her to keep it if only to get one annoying voice out of his head. Now, however, he’d rather taking [Y/N]’s constant complaining then have this creature constantly under his feet trying to trip him up, howling at him, scratching up his documents and generally just always being there.

J had tried several times to give the brute a well-aimed kick, but he’d always ended up with its teeth and claws embedded in his skin and then [Y/N] coming to its rescue, carrying it away and cooing at it like a baby. J growled out loud at the memory, clicking the safety of his gun. “Time for an extended cat nap...” He muttered darkly, staring back at the creature’s unblinking amber eyes.

“J!” The familiar voice cried from the doorway of the office. J growled in frustration. Bad timing. He rolled his neck in annoyance as he reluctantly dropped the gun. “What are you doing?!” [Y/N] demanded, as she strode quickly into his office.

“Pest control, doll.” He growled moodily, glaring at the cat who still hadn’t moved despite the chance it had been given thanks to [Y/N].

“God, I just can’t let that cat out of my sight without you making an attempt on her life, can I?!” [Y/N] muttered angrily, storming past J to scoop up the bundle of flue into her arms, the creature immediately starting to purr as it rubbed its cheek into [Y/N]’s chest, bumping her jaw affectionately with the top of its head. J grumbled under his breath as he threw his gun down onto the desk, making his way round to his and dropping sulkily down into it as [Y/N] headed for the door with his nemesis.

“Keep that thing outta my office if you don’t want a custom-made scarf, dolly.” J muttered darkly after her.

“If you gave her a change, you might actually like her, J!” [Y/N] sang as she left, not bothering to look back at him as she now left again, the despicable creature staring over her shoulder with its bright eyes at J. That single parting look of triumphant was enough to make J ground his teeth together.

He would find a way to skin that creature.

And it would be alive when he did.

J watched the man drop to the floor behind his desk, teasingly blowing on the end of his gun. It was a shame really, the man, in his time, had been a good money maker – though recently he’d become too risky with too much money – but was much more a shame, J mused, was that Frosty wasn’t here to clean up the mess.

Instead, J had sent him off with the rest of his crew not on jobs to negotiate with a new dealer who’d set up business down in a prime location by the docks. A good asset if some deal could be reached, a good meal for the monsters of the Gotham waterways if it couldn’t.

But, this particularly body would have to wait for whatever further demise was in store until Johnny-boy returned - or at least one of his men that J trusted to have enough brains to handle dumping a body…

It was gonna have to be Frosty.

“Let’s just hope ol’ Johnny-boy ain’t late again,” J muttered to himself, dropping down into his office chair again, “its gonna start smelling like old Croc-o in here real soon…” He muttered, throwing his gun onto his desk as he kicked his feet up next to it and leant back in his chair, content now to lounge in the joy that was taking care of business.

That bubble of contentment was short lived however, being sharply burst when an all too familiar meow came from directly in front of him. J scowled, gritting his teeth as he reached for his gun again, ready this time to finish the deed before [Y/N] could run to the rescue. He dropped his feet to the floor once more and now leaned his tall, slender frame over the desk towards where, on the other side of the corpse - sat as proudly as always - was the cat, Nyx.

As J’s eyes reached it, the cat dropped something from its mouth, then lightly batted it something with it’s foot, pushing the object forward so it lay alongside the dead body. J’s eyes flickered to it, not dropping his gun.

A mouse, from what J could make out. A dead mouse.

“So…” He turned his head back to the cat, “You’re a killer too, hm?” He mused, raising his eyebrows at the feline. Just then, the mouse seemed to leap back to life and make a run for it, but Nyx was on it in a flash, pinning it beneath her paws. J watched as she then shifted her paws, allowing the mouse to escape, but only a few paces before it was yanked back by where its tail was caught beneath Nyx’s claws. The cat then sat back on her haunches, watching the mouse struggle in front of her, occasionally batting it with her spare paw to keep it running. “Ha!” J snorted, sitting back, letting the gun drop in his hand and resting his chin on his hand, eying the cat with interest, “So you’re a torturer, too?” He grinned widely.

The cat meowed again in answer, now striking lethally at the mouse and then abandoning it where it lay, purposefully over the dead corpse - a complete disregard for the life that had been cut short - to make its way to the desk. J lost sight of Nyx for a moment before she then neatly leapt up onto the surface and then lightly sat down, her eyes constantly on J, her tail swishing, almost like she was appraising him. Nyx suddenly seemed to make her mind then though and, without looking away fro J, she reached out a paw to bat the gun next to her onto the floor.

J erupted into hysterical laughter, falling back in his chair. When he calmed down again he pushed his chair then leant forward, his elbows on his knees so his face was almost level with the cat’s. “I’m afraid that’s not all I have, my sweet…” He drawled with a grin, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pen knife he proceeded to flick open. The cat watched the metal curiously and J allowed it to, twisting the blade between his fingers, the light of the office bouncing off it and reflecting onto the desktop. Nyx caught sight of this immediately, transfixed by the slightly flickering shape and sinking into a crouch, ready to stalk her new prey. She lingered in her predatory stance for a beat or two before she made her move, lithely pouncing onto the circle of light.

J fell into a fit of laughter again at this, his movements causing the beam of light to fly across the room, Nyx jumping after it. The Joker continued to tease the cat for a while - thoroughly amused by the harmless predator - allowing Nyx to pounce on the light, seemingly confident she had got it, only for J to tilt the blade slightly and the light appear frustratingly right next to her. He would then send the light and the cat careening across the room in a wild chase, almost forgetting the corpse on the floor or the reason he’d even been irritated enough to shoot him.

J eventually, almost out of breath from laughing at his taunting, flicked the knife closed and replaced it back in his pocket. Nyx paused, looking almost confused for a moment as she glanced around for the spot of light, then seemed to realise it was gone – for now at least – and turned her sights instead to where J still sat. Within a minute, she was back where she had been before, sat directly in front of the Joker, her eyes still studying his pale face with almost suspicion.

This wasn’t particular what J had wanted however, he’d hoped the cat would almost be annoyed at his antics and leave. He tried to ignore her, not particularly in the mood to skin her anymore, and instead busied himself with a pile of cash that sat by the side of him.

It was clear though, that Nyx had a change of heart towards the clown, only pausing briefly before she now stood up again, lightly treading over the papers that littered J’s desk as she made her way over to J’s hands, butting one of them. J grumbled something under his breath, gently batting her away, though she persisted, sitting back and meowing demandingly at him, gently swatting at the hand that waved at her like it was a game.

“Don’t make me get my knife back out, kitty.” J warned, pulling his hand away, giving up trying to shoo the pest, and instead resting his head back on his hand, turning his body away from the pestering feline.

This didn’t seem perturb Nyx though, who now proceeded to wind herself around his arm, rubbing her body affectionately against his sleeve and letting out a rumbling purr. J lifted his head, looking down at the creature in surprise, not knowing that sound to be produced towards him. Did it – did it like him? It was more insane then he was if it was going to take a shine to the psychotic clown who - at numerous times - had considered multiple fail-safe ways to end the creatures life for good - each just as colourful as the next.

The Joker watched the cat, almost fascinated, as he dangled a hand in front of it experimentally, and Nyx broke away from his arm, purposefully walking under his fingers and arching her back into his touch, letting out another purr at the contact. J let his fingers curl into the soft dark fur and almost warily began to stroke along the creatures back, the action almost… soothing.

“I ain’t sayin’ is not there! Um sayin’ I didn’ see nothing!” Marz cried angrily.

An eruption of angry protests broke out against this. Marz had failed. He’d been a scout, a gatherer of information -  some might say the most important part of the mission – or at least they did when that person failed.  

And that’s what he had done.

[Y/N] was the only one at the table who wasn’t trying to fight for a place in the conversation, she couldn’t care less, watching the men around her with a thoroughly bored expression, wondering how long J, at the head of the table, would let this pointless shouting go on for before he told them all to shut it. A quick glance at him told her he wasn’t really paying attention, something else on his mind. Maybe it was the rumour of a rat amongst the men.

Just then, [Y/N] jumped slightly as Nyx landed next to her on the table. She gave the cat a warm smile, glad for the company, and began to stroke her absentmindedly, Nyx arching herself into the touch, purring contently, flicking her tail lovingly at [Y/N]’s cheek. But Nyx also seemed distracted, not sitting and instead barely lingering with [Y/N] before she began to stroll leisurely away and down the meeting table in front of all the arguing men, no care for their raised voices.

“’Ey! Someone get rid of the furball.” One of the men grumbled as it walked past him, the quarrelling slowly fading out as everyone became aware of the cat sashaying amongst them. All the men watched the cat in confusion, not sure what to do.

“Boss?” Someone spoke up, looking for instruction as to what to do. J, however, remained silent where he sat watching the scene, his eyes not leaving Nyx as she looked at each man she passed.

Finally, Nyx stopped, then turned to sit directly in front of a short, balding man, staring straight at him unblinking and letting out a single meow. The man looked thoroughly confused, glancing around anxious at his colleagues, not sure what to do now. “B-Boss?” Tarz – Marz’s brother – spoke up, glancing at J, but the Joker still didn’t speak, watching Nyx as her eyes seemed to almost narrow at Tarz, her tail flicking agitatedly. “B-Boss?” Tarz tried again.

“What’s the problem, gentleman…?” J drawled quietly, speaking to the whole table, “Jumpy over a little cat?” He asked, a slow, wide grin now splitting his face, an idea in his mind it seemed. “Or should I say, scaredy cat?” He quipped with a cruel smile.

Somewhere in the room there was a click of a gun. [Y/N] opened her mouth to protest, but, before she could, J’s own gun was out on the table. “Anyone shoots the cat…” He purred, glancing around the room at each man, “I shoot them…” He promised sinisterly, and numerous men swallowed nervously, glancing around the room in an attempt to work out who had been brave enough to try to pull a gun on the Joker’s cat. “Good…” The Joker praised after no one drew their gun, “Now if everyone would be so kind as to leave…” He murmured quietly, “I’d like a little chat with Tarz here…” Tarz’s eyes widened at this, but no one tried to help him, all the other chairs pushed backwards as everyone apart from [Y/N] departed the meeting.

“Boss, it’s a cat, whattya thi-“

Tarz fell back in his chair, a hole in his forehead. Nyx stayed where she was momentarily, not at all spooked by the gunshot, almost seemingly to want to ensure the man was truly dead before she got to her feet again. She moved past [Y/N], rubbing affectionately against her again in passing, then continued towards the Joker where she proceeded to drop down into his lap, curling up comfortably. The Joker placed a hand on the dark fur of her bac, stroking without much thought to the action, immediately feeling its comforting effect.

[Y/N] smirked at the sight. “You know, you look like a James bond villain.”

J just scowled at her.

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[radreactions]

Aww heck another Queenslander! I graduated last week and I’m still so bitter about the 5-star QCS question, but I digress. So, um... if you’re taking requests, what Peak Ozzie Things would you associate the companions and other major NPCs with, stereotypical or otherwise?

Congratulations on graduating, my friend! I guess the QCS hasn’t gotten any better, huh? I hated that damn thing, although that’s probably attributed to the fact that I skipped the two practice days XD

Anyway, I hope this is what you wanted because I was kinda stumped on this one for a while! Enjoy!

Ada – Everybody loves muscle cars and like to *ahem* discuss in a friendly manner which one of them is the best am I right? But here in Australia we have an everlasting feud as who is better: Ford or Holden, and practically everyone down under wants a Holden Maloo. Personally? Holden wipes the floor with Ford, but Ada for some reason strikes me as a Ford gal. It’s why she breaks down all the damn time!

Cait – Obviously a natural born drinker who might be able to keep up with us Aussies. Might. Although she definitely keeps up with our swearing, probably learning a word or two in the process. Her favourite has got to be ‘drongo’ or even how most of us regularly use the word ‘cunt’ as a way of showing affection to our mates.

Codsworth – Australia being the rebellious child of England full of convicts. It’s not our fault Britain decided to send their prisoners here. If anything, we should get payback considering the amounts of classes in primary school based solely on convicts that literally bored us all to tears! Honestly. Merely mention the word ‘convict’ to any Australian kid and I guarantee you, they’ll shudder like Sideshow Bob from the Simpsons. If I never even think of that word again it’ll be too soon…

Curie – Koalas. I mean – the cuteness! Argh! I’ve had the absolute pleasure to hold one and oh my God it was like, the second best moment of my life! Seriously look at them and worship their cuteness!

Danse – Our famed meat pies with the dollop of tomato sauce in the centre in the shape of our wonderful country. Seems to me that Danse in particular would love these, I mean the big guy definitely comes across as a pie eater. Heh. Pun intended XD

Dogmeat – The typical farm scene where the loyal pooch loves riding on the back of the quad bike when really he should be out there herding the sheep. Lazy little bastard. Won’t be gettin’ any beer for a good long while now!

Deacon – Good ol’ Deacon strikes me as a total thongs guy and likely has a pretty noticeable sun tan on his feet too, like most of us here. We can never sneak up on anyone because you can hear the thongs slapping from a mile away, but the good thing about them is in winter time, just put them on over your socks! (I’m totally kidding, don’t do that, you’ll look like a bogan)

Hancock – Dropbears. Mangily coat, blood soaked teeth and crazed look in the eyes, the whole shebang. They suddenly go from harmless little Koala’s to blood-crazed man-eaters in the blink of an eye and we’ve lost a lot of good people to those monsters, so remember while passing under doorframes and low branches – to look up and live.

Gage – Crocodile wrestling of course. I mean come on, what Aussie hasn’t wrestled a croc once in a while? They’re just poor misunderstood creatures that are often mistaken for dangerous killing machines (probably due to their teeth which are totally not sharp all) who just need a good tender hug. Try it. It’s very therapeutic. You’ll make a best friend for life, guaranteed.

MacCready – Our sarcasm levels so high that it’s hard to tell whether or not we’re being for real or just joking with you. It’s always funny when you see someone from another country’s eyes glaze over in indecision because they don’t know if they should believe you or not when you say something here could kill you (like the time I convinced my Dutch friend that blue butterflies are poisonous)  *devious laughter*

Nick Valentine – Ned Kelly. The famed outlaw turned hero, now being immortalised in custom made mailboxes, bumper stickers and television shows blowing his legend way out of proportion. He’s almost made out to be the Australian equivalent of Robin Hood, but let’s not forget that the guy was a bloody criminal.

Old Longfellow – Australia as one giant red desert with all sorts of monstrous creatures trying to kill you. I mean yeah we are flattest country in the world apparently and yeah we have a gorgeous big red rock smack dab in the centre of a seemingly endless beautiful red desert and I guess some of our fauna are a bit… well… unfriendly at times, but the only real danger happens when you’re careless. Main rules are to always look where you are stepping outside, never leave shoes outdoors, never leave doors open without flyscreen, don’t lift old tin, don’t sit on garden retainer walls, always mow the damn lawn, always have flyscreen on your windows because seriously fuck those damn flies and if you get bit by a snake, if it ain’t green get your ass to a hospital pronto. Basic stuff. Oh and I almost forgot, always look up when walking under doorways and branches, those Dropbears are relentless.

Piper Wright – Neighbours. The Goddamn television show that everyone knows about even though you’ve never watched a single episode in your life because the ads are on every. Single. Night. With the latest on who’s banging who. Apparently it’s a big hit overseas and I have a sneaking suspicious that it would be the exact type of show Piper would guiltily watch. If someone comes in when it’s on she’d quickly turn the TV off and peg the remote across the room.

Preston Garvey – Our friendly attitudes and neighbourly nature that this guy encapsulates which, I guess, isn’t exactly a stereotype considering it’s true for the most part. Except of course when the footy is on. Go Cowboys!

Strong – I’ve heard that some people think that we eat all our wildlife? Like all of it including grubs, snakes, crocs, emu and kangaroo which – for the most part, yeah it is available – but Koala’s are most certainly off limits. At least in my head anyway. Don’t correct me, I like living in ignorant bliss. Seriously I love those furry little babies, only monsters would eat them like Strong. Fucking Strong.

X6-88 – The whole country of Australia loves AC/DC which – for all intents and purposes – is actually true for yours truly. Personal favourites of mine are Hell’s Bells, For Those About to Rock and Whole Lotta Rosie, whereas X6 has Back in Black written all over him. Seriously.

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[mayonara]

can i ask for Robin!Jay meeting Dick for the first time and having an instantanous crush and maybe trying to impress him but Dick being jerk at first for being the new Robin but then later treats him better? I don't know I was imagining this taking place in Nightwing Year One? (sorry for my english, love your works! '-')

Thanks so much for the prompt *^* So this takes place duringNightwing Year One by Chuck Dixon. Ofc some of the events/things changed a bitto fit the story. And it might have turned out a bit more angsty (at least forDick) than I expected. Because I didn’t like how Bruce treated him (and yes, Iam bitter about that because Dick is such a good boy). Anyways here it is!I hope you like it.

Also posted on AO3

Jason wasn’t expecting torun into the original Robin on his gauntlet run, his first test to being Robin.He actually didn’t realize it was him until a couple minutes in, just thoughthe was some wannabe superhero in blue tights. Only that it turned out that it was him, the first Robin. The one he was replacing.

Needless to say just basedon first impression, Jason was a bit smitten. The man, he was drop-dead gorgeous. Just absolutely gorgeous even in that ridiculous lookingoutfit with a blue so bright, showing every inch of his body, all the curves ofhis muscles, so taut and beautiful. Something that Jason aspired to be when hegrew up.

Just, he couldn’t exactlysee his face clearly with that mask obscuring his eyes, but it was apparentthat he was handsome.

So yeah, Jason was just a tadawed by him, not that he was going to admit it. But he figured since he was thenew Robin, maybe he could surprisehim, show-off and display to him that he’s worthy of his mantle.

Though the first wordsthat slipped from his mouth when he realized he was the first Robin probablywasn’t the most pleasant

“You're old…you're him.“ 

And the man who he knew asDick Grayson stared at him, appalled. 

“You’re what?” He questioned and Jason justsmirked at him as he shot out a line.

“The new Robin,”he said and then swung off the roof.

Apparently, Dick didn’tknow he’d been replaced, and to his surprise, he didn’t reprimand or yell athim like a petty adult to give it back or anything. Though he supposed hewasn’t exactly at fault, hence, he couldn’t be blamed. But when Jason blurtedthat he was on a gauntlet run, Dick seemed a bit freaked and followed afterhim.

“Look! I don’t needyour help,” Jason growled, annoyed. “I can handle this myself. I’mpretty capable,” he said in full confidence, squared his shoulders allproud. 

“Sure you can. I betyou’re inexperienced. Where did he find you anyways?” Dick askedskeptically and he sounded a bit condescending.

Okay, so maybe he might bea little angered that he’d been replaced. Anyone would really.

“The streets,”Jason answered and landed on his feet, folded his arms across his chest in fullconfidence, attempting to challenge Dick slightly. “So I already haveexperience,” Jason smirked and Dick just sighed heavily at him. 

“Well get overyourself, Robin is not a—” And Jason just ignored him, jumped off thebuilding to land on the other. “Hey!”Dick called and continued chasing after him. 

They ended on a high speedchase across the roofs as Jason tried to show off his skills, wanting to earnhis approval, wanting Dick to complement and praise him as he jumped and leaptfrom building across building, revealing that he had what it took to be Robin.

“Robin!” Dickcalled out. “You’re being damn reckless!” He hissed as he was comingup hot behind Jason and then reached out to grab his cape.

“Ugh!” Jasongroaned as the collar around his neck snapped back and he fell onto his butt.“Hey!” he shouted a bit angrily and stared up at the man who waslooking back down at him, lips forlorn and seemed a bit moody. “I’m on atest here! Stop interrupting!” Jason barked back.

Dick all but groaned andpinched the bridge of his nose frustratingly. “Look here—” hestarted, but Jason was suddenly interrupted by a call from Bruce and he soundedrather haggard. 

“Batman?” Jasonasked as the man mumbled into his ears, something about Alfred being caught.“What? Abort the mission?” And then his communication piece wasstolen, snatched from his ear.

Dick had taken it as helistened in and blurted, “Then what was the point? To rub my nose in itwith your new brat wonder?” Thetone in his voice was sharp, harsh even and he sounded upset, disappointmentclear in his words. 

His brows were pressedtogether into a thin line as he scowled, listening to Bruce. But then suddenly,he’d relax just a smidge as a look of horror swiftly replaced his expression.“Alf is—?” He asked and then nodded his head in agreement tosomething that probably pertained to the butler. He tossed the earphone back atJason carelessly as the teen tried to catch it. 

“What’s wrong withAlf?” Jason questioned curiously.

“We got to savehim,” Dick said and rushed off ahead of Jason as the teen squabbled to hisfeet to follow after him. 

“Hey wait forme!” Jason called out.

“Go home kid!”Dick shouted back as he unrelentingly moved forth, leaving Jason behind, and didn’teven wait a single second for him to catch up. 

That was just rude, Jasonthought and huffed loudly as he struggled to stay on par with the man. He wastoo fast, too agile, jumping across every building with ease. It was a wonderhe hadn’t been able to swiftly catch up to him earlier because right now, Dickwas moving with speed, moving a lot better than Jason and quicker too. The teenwas trailing behind and he cursed himself for doubting his predecessor. Obviouslyhe had the experience and the training while Jason barely had any, just a few months’worth. 

He knew that Dick wasangry, could just see it in him now, how he’d been back talking to him, talkinghim down as if he wasn’t worthy of Robin. Treating him like a kid who knewnothing when Jason had lived through so much.Left him behind even though it was hismission, and this was his gauntlet.

Dick probably didn’t evenknow what he was looking for since Jason knew that Alfred was currently playingas a villain. He’d need his help if he wanted to successfully save the butler.

It took him a while buthe’d finally caught up with Dick and dropped beside him onto the rooftop of thewarehouse.

“Surprised you caughtup with me, Robin.”

There was a bit ofirritation in his tone when he’d said his name but Jason brushed it off.“It was easy,” he said even though he was breathing heavily,attempting to catch his breath.

Dick just shook his head atthe teen strode forward, ignoring him as he leaned down to peer into therooftop windows. Jason watched closely, walking up to his side before the manscrunched his nose and turned away. “Not there,” he murmured and thenroughly grabbed Jason by the cape, tugging him along as he went to check outall the other windows.

“Hey thathurts!” Jason argued, attempting to fight back against him and struggledto get free of his hold when suddenly, he was released and tumbled back on hisheels, lost his footing and fell to the ground in an oomph.

Dick didn’t say a word,didn’t even look at Jason as the teen was huddled on the ground, rubbing hissore ass and pressing his palms to the cement floor to stand back up. Instead,he was just minding his own business and observing down below. “There’sour culprit,” Dick whispered into the cold air, and Jason could see awhite puff of air slipping from his lips.

Jason slowly dragged hisfeet towards the man and peered in with him as well, found a body strapped to achair. He squinted his eyes, zooming in on the culprit and found that it wasTwo-Face.

“Ah—” Jason murmured,but was cut off when Dick slapped a hand over his mouth. The man turned to lookat him and brought a finger to his lips, hushing Jason up. 

“Let’s go,” hesaid and released his hold as he moved to sneak into the building. Jasonswiftly followed after, climbing in through the window and falling onto thesupport beam. Carefully, he mimicked Dick’s movements and tried to balancehimself well, waiting for the guards to exit the room before they dropped down.

Immediately, Dick went upto the figure, probably expected it to be Alfred, but found someone else.Someone he wasn’t quite a fan of. 

“You,” Dick hissed and brought his hand up into a tight fist,ready to land a punch on the man known as Two-Face.

But Jason knew that thiswasn’t who he thought it was and jumped to curl his hands around Dick’s arm,pulling with all his strength as he held the man back, didn’t want him to makethe mistake of punching his dear ol’ butler.

Dick started questioninghim, asking for Alfred, but the villain just smirked and said, “I thoughtI raised you to display better manners, Master Richard,” in that sarcasticBritish accent of his.

“Wha—?“ 

And then Dick stopped,faltering as a look of confusion filled his face. The strength in his armslackened as he pulled back, probably realizing who this person wasexactly. 

"Hey!” Jason called,could hear footsteps in the distance. “They’re coming!”

And swiftly, they ran offto hide in the shadows of the room, waiting for the right moment to pounce asthe men arrived before Alfred. The witty butler said a few lines andimmediately, Dick took charge and jumped out from his hiding space as heattacked one of the men, landing a kick to his face. 

Jason followed suitbecause that’s all he seemed to be doing these days and helped assist him inhis fighting, beating up the culprits before Killer Croc arrived in theroom. 

“Killer Croc,” Dick snarled and readied himself to battleagainst the human-reptile. He was carrying a bazooka in hand and was beckoningat Alfred, who he thought was Harvey Dent, to come forward and give himself inbut Alf being Alf, revealed himself with his British accent and confused thenew creature.

And he took that as ataunt and fired his bazooka, which Alfred was swift to react and jumped him,caused him to falter back, losing his footing and firing at the ceiling. Crumbsof the building fell from the sky and onto the ground and from the corner ofJason’s eyes, he could see Croc retreating into the back rooms and Nightwingfollowing after him. 

Jason left Alfred behind,seeing that the butler could manage his own and was already tying up loose endsand entered the room that Nightwing and Croc had disappeared into.

“Hey,” Jasoncalled and came up right behind Dick. The man just clicked his tongue at himand gestured for him to leave, but Jason didn’t. If he was going to act thisway, hate on him just because he took his mantle, then he was going to doeverything within his power to impress Dick. To make him see that he wasworthy.

So he sucked in a largebreath and shouted loudly into the vicinity of the room. “Hey Gatorbutt!You still here?!” And Dick immediately glared at him from the side.

“You—!”

But then Croc responded,“You should have run,” he growled, voice low and deep as he picked upa stack of crates and tossed them towards the two. 

Jason jumped to dodge theattack and successfully landed on his feet without falling over. He pumped afist triumphantly but then was caught off guard as another crate was flung hisway. He quickly dodged it and another was flung at him. It was coming in toofast, too quick for him to escape, but luckily he was saved by Dick as heshoved him off to the side. 

“Damn it Robin!”He cursed. “I told you to stay out,” he grumbled and placed a hand athis chest, huddling in front of him as he shielded Jason.

For a guy who he thoughthated him, he was sure being protective. And Jason wasn’t about to allowhimself to be treated like a helpless kid when he’s supposed to be the newRobin, the partner to Batman.

“I can handlethis!” Robin argued and Dick just sighed, frustration evident on his facewith how tight his lips were and the slight wrinkles forming on his forehead.

“Fine,” hemumbled. “Follow me,” he instructed and leapt to attack Croc.

Dick moved like the wind,his body flowing fluidly as he twirled and jumped, tossing kicks and punchesthat resembled a beautiful dance. His moves were flawless and he dealt each hitwith precision, with skill and prowess. He was amazing and his movements were lightas a feather, seeming as if he barely had to put any weight. It was differentthan watching Batman fight, who fought like a brawler with strength and vigorin ever punch.

Dick was different and hewas just so damn beautiful that Jason was star struck, feet rooted to theground as he gazed ashamedly at the man. He didn’t move a single inch untilDick called his name and snapped the teen out of his daze. Jason shook his headand found Croc about to chuck a huge cabinet at them. He lifted a foot forward,ready to bolt out of the way but then suddenly, a motorbike flew into his wayand took Croc to the ground.

“Boys,” a light and feminine voice filtered into the mix andJason caught sight of Batgirl standing off to the side.

Dick just heaved a longsigh and threaded his fingers through his sweat soaked hair. “Nicesave,” he mumbled under his breath and moved to approach her, engaging herin a conversation that was held for just themselves.

As they were busy cleaningup, chaining Croc down so he’d be ready for the police to pick up, Alfredappeared.

“The Master is awakeand request your presence,” he simply spoke and eyed them allindividually. “Everyone,” he added sternly, implying that all thatwere present needed to go.

Dick said nothing, butjust tossed a glance at Alfred and pulled his lips into a small smile, a forcedone. “I’ll ride with Batgirl,” he said and Alfred just shrugged hisshoulders nonchalantly, unsurprised by his question.

“Then I will takeRobin home,” he said and Jason all but threw his hands up in the air andswiftly disappeared. He’d wanted Dick to ride with them, but didn’t see that happeningso he figured he’d steal a car for the ride home.

Jason honestly wasn’texpecting Dick to show up at the manor but he did and that was quite asurprise. Actually more surprised to see him in the flesh and unmasked.

He was as beautiful asJason had expected and he could feel his poor little heart beating rapidly,butterflies floating around in his stomach. 

When Dick had arrived, theexpression on his face was dark and Bruce didn’t look any different. He wascovered in bandages, sitting on his chair with his arms crossed, leveling thoseblue eyes of his at Dick as the man kept his distance.

“Everyone out,”Bruce said and looked at all participates, signaling for them to leave. Jasonwas reluctant but he followed Alfred out, only to renter the cave once he wasout of sight. He crawled to the shadows of the cave and hid behind one ofBatman’s souvenirs to keep himself out of sight as he listened in on theconversation.

Well, he was waiting forthem to actually start speaking. There was a heavy silence that filled the air,spreading thin across the atmosphere. It was tense and even made Jason feelnervous. The teen sighed softly, trying to be patient with his emotions. Hewanted to just jump out there and get them to talk already. As if his prayerwas answered, they started.

And the first to speak wasnot Bruce, but Dick.

“I can’t believe youreplaced me Bruce,” his voice sounded strained, almost hurt.

“You left,”Bruce simply stated and Dick all but growled loudly at that remark.

“You fired me,”he kept his tone leveled, was trying his hardest to not burst out at Bruce.

And Jason didn’t know thatDick had been fired. Just assumed he was too old and that Bruce stripped themantle from him and gave it over to Jason. But that was—that wasn’t right.That’s just—

“You were neglectingyour Robin duties.”

“I was—” hehuffed loudly. “I was not Bruce.I was there, but I can’t be there allthe time. I had other duties to uphold.” 

"That shouldn’tmatter. You are Batman’s partner and Robin should be your priority.”

“Bruce!” Heshouted, giving into his anger. “That’s not—god damn. We’re having the same conversation as last time.”And then there was a pause as both of them collected themselves. “I—I’m upset,” Dick murmured, finallyletting out his true feelings. “I thought I was your partner.”

“I thought you were mine.”

“I was. Obviously that wasn’t the case because you went and replaced me with some new kid. God damn it Bruce, if youjust wanted a new Robin then fine, you could have told me. But to have me findout this way? That after you fired me, you gave away my mantle? Mine? That I created on my own. That Iused my families colors for?”

And in that moment, Jasonrealized that this wasn’t a conversation he should be listening in on. That itwas far too private for him to hear,that his mentor and his predecessor had a long history together that resultedin a terrible falling out. That Robin wasn’t given to him just because hedeserved it or that Dick wasn’t good anymore. It was because Dick was too busyto be Robin full-time. To be Batman’s Robin full-time.

He sucked in a shakybreath and leaned out to peer at the two, could see Dick’s shoulders shakinguncontrollably, trying to hold in his emotions before he burst any further. Andthe look on Bruce’s face? That look was—wasn’t something Jason had seen before.He almost looked heartbroken, almost torn about his actions.

“Dick—” Bruce called softly and then paused, fingers curlinginto tight fists as he struggled with what he wanted to say. “I—”

And this was somethingthat Jason shouldn’t be hearing. If it was an apology, it wasn’t meant for him,wasn’t meant for his ears. So before Bruce could say anymore, Jason plugged hisears and swiftly left, disappearing from the cave and reentered the manor.

Whatever they had goingbetween them was for them and them only.

Jason was just hanging outin the living room, watching TV as he stuffed his face with popcorn, courtesyof Alfred. He’d had a huge bowl in his lap and a large cup of tea sitting offto the side on the table. He’d actually wanted soda but Alfred had rejectedthat, said it wasn’t healthy for a growing boy and he needed to maintain hisgood and bad calories. Jason frowned at that but accepted it anyways as foodwas a delicacy for him.

As he continued to passthe time, watching some cartoons, he heard soft footsteps approaching him andturned his head to see the newcomer.

It wasn’t who he expectedit to be.

“D-Dick?” He stuttered and almost dropped his popcorn to theground as the bowl slipped from his lap. But Dick was quick and snatched theside as he pushed it back in to settle securely on his thighs.

“Hey…Jasonright?” Dick asked with a soft smile and Jason could see his eyes were abit red-rimmed, slightly glistening with tears. He looked like he’d been cryingand Jason wouldn’t be surprised if he was. The two were in the cave for a long long time and hopefully, they’d had asuccessful talk and resolved their issues. From the looks of it, they mighthave.

“Right, JasonTodd,” Jason replied and nodded his head.

Dick just puffed a breathand took a seat right beside the teen, leaving just a bit of space in betweenthem. He’d settle his attention on Jason, vivid blue eyes slightly glassy andhe sniffled a bit. “Uh—” he started and licked a tongue over his chappedlips. “I wanted to say—” he was having trouble forming his thoughtsinto words, was probably delaying what he wanted to say exactly.

“What?” Jasonprompted, wanted him to just spit it out.

And Dick sucked in a longsigh and breathed out. “Sorry,” Dick said, apologizing to the teenand hung his head in shame.

“Huh?” Jasonarched a brow, confused about his sudden apology.

“I’m sorry,”Dick repeated.

“For what?”

“For…youknow,” he said and made a hand gesture at the teen, like he was supposedto know what he was referring to. He had a feeling but he wasn’t going to say.“For being mean to you. I’m sorry I treated you badly. I was disorientedat the bit of news.”

“You mean mad right?” Jason said, wasn’tgoing to sugarcoat his words since that was the honest truth.

Dick just smiled at him inamusement and moaned softly, scrubbed a hand down his face. “Yeah. I guessI was. I mean, not at you. More at Bruce.”

“I see,” Jasonreplied since he knew that to be the case. “I suppose you have a right tobe mad at him.” He wasn’t about to say why since he wasn’t supposed toknow.

Tears brimmed at thecorner of Dick’s eyes and his face scrunched in agony, almost as if he wantedto cry again. But he drew in a large breath to calm himself down and thenchuckled. “Yeah. I do. He was a jerk,” he murmured under his breathbut the way he said it sounded fond and Jason could tell that there was nolonger any ill-feelings apparent in his expression. It was as if it’d beenwashed away and Jason sure hoped it did. If Bruce hadn’t apologized to him thendamn right he’s an asshole. And Jason would consider doing something just tospite him.

But it seemed to him thatthey had a talk and things had gone well. Dick appeared a bit brighter, morelight-heartened than when he’d first gone into the cave.

“I guess he is a jerkconsidering he put me through so much training,” Jason agreed though hewas quite pumped about that. But the way he’d lecture him after, not so much.

Dick just laughed andbrought a hand to ruffle his hair, messing up the curls that he’d put so mucheffort into taming 

“Hey!” he criedand attempted to slap Dick’s hand a way, but didn’t. He actually liked the feelof his long fingers threading through his hair, it felt soft and warm, soothingto the touch. 

A rosy pink dusted hischeeks and he could feel heat filtering onto his face. 

“Ugh,” hegroaned softly.

“You’re okay Little Wing,” Dick murmured andretracted his hand back to his lap.

Jason’s eyes widened atthe man as he stared at him in confusion while Dick just smiled at him happily.Little Wing? Was that supposed to bea nickname for him? It was—it was a really stupid sounding name and sort ofinsulting to call him little but well, Jason didn’t mind it oddly enough. Hecould feel the heat on his face lighting up once more and scoffed, tried toplay off his embarrassment. Why was he even giving him nicknames in the firstplace?

Jason curled his lips intoa pout and sulked like a child, glaring dangerously at his predecessor. Dickjust laughed at him and pinched his cheek playfully. “You’re alright.Maybe I’ll take you out to train sometime.”

And suddenly, Jason’s eyeslit up like it was Christmas morning, excited about the present he was about toreceive. “Really?”

Dick arched a brow at himin amusement, surprise gracing his expression at Jason’s sudden interest and hesmirked. “Yeah,” he said lightly.

And Jason was just beyond thrilled,could feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through his body. He wanted to startnow, couldn’t believe that the former Robin was going to train him. But he hadto play it cool, didn’t want to come off as an overly enthusiastic kid so heschooled his expression. “That's—that’s cool,” he said but his facefaltered and he heard his voice crack, cringed at how he’d just embarrassedhimself.

Dick just laughed andrustled his hair once more.

Ugh, this was going to be theend of him.

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