#and jason tries to protect dick and he's like ''run! get the fuck out of here!''

[sleepingontheclouds]

i did a rant for Jason, now I’m doing a rant for my favorite superhero and occasionally morally grey person <3

I’m going to put a trigger warning here and now for the majority of this post. Discussing Dick Grayson for me means talking about very sensitive moments for his character, I will be mentioning and talking about some non-consensual events that happened to him in certain comic canons and one underage event. Please if this can/will trigger you, click off or skim over the parts where I mention it. I will highlight the parts where I actively speak about situations like that in red. Thank you.

Titans

I’ve watched to season 3 of Titans so far and I just gotta say, Dick’s character got a downgrade and an upgrade. Let me elaborate.

Firstly, I love what the writers did and how they characterized the boy wonder in season one. He was an authority figure, a protector. Literally the first time we are introduced to Robin and the first time we see Dick in the Robin suit, he’s brutalizing child abusers.

Throughout the entire first season there are multiple instances of Dick being very protective towards children and very aggressive with people he believes to hurt children.

In a later episode of season one, Dick tracks down a man with Kori after Rachel runs away with Gar. Once he realizes that the man has seen Rachel, let alone in the woods, he immediately goes into attack mode. At that point he believed that Rachel was alone, he didnt know about Gar and he didn’t know that she was with anyone. He punches the man and starts asking if he did anything to her, he goes protective and is very close to breaking that guys nose before his daughter runs out of her room and sees what’s going on, making Dick stop.

Personally, I loved that aspect of his character. It’s not only foreshadowing at the fact that he’s going to become an older brother, I personally think it also hints at a very traumatic event that happened to him in the comics.

It made me so sad to see him lose that aspect of himself after season one. I suppose the overprotective violence faded along side his other more regular violence.

I loved his violent characterization throughout the first two seasons, it really helps understand his character and him as a person.

In the first season, whenever he’s wearing the Robin suit he’s physically incapable of stopping himself from getting too violent, no matter how much he may want to without the costume on.

He stabs people, breaks peoples noses, nearly makes people bleed out, stomps peoples faces in, everything under the sun except kill them. That’s the whole reason he left Gotham, that’s the whole reason he held a grudge against Bruce in season one.

The journey we go through with Dick in season two is an amazing depiction of his character.

The literal order of events just screams mental breakdown to me and the episodes following made me think he had a psychological break, then we find out that he’s just like that.

The events go like this. First Dick starts seeing hallucinations of his father figure which he hates and that’s apparently just a normal thing that happens in Dick’s day to day life? Then he goes Robin mode, hurting a man he used to work with because he’s annoyed with the hallucination of his father. Then he goes to a dance club and nearly kills a man that works with Slade because he has a secret he needs to hide?? Then his traumatized nineteen year old brother tries to kill himself and what does Dick do? He trauma dumps all over Jason hoping that it’ll make him feel better and not want to die. (It doesn’t) then everyone he loves leaves him. He then decides to go visit the mother of the kid he thinks he got killed and finds himself talking to Slade. My guy then books a flight across the world because the fucking assassin with one eye who killed his own son said that he needed to repent by being in isolation?? You know what this dude does instead of going to Japan like he’s supposed to? He assaults two police officers to get himself seven years in jail. You know who he doesn’t tell? Gar. The teenager he left in charge of watching Superman’s clone with no other orders than, ‘call Bruce if he wakes up’ when he knows Bruce will not answer.

Then the dude breaks these gang members out of jail so they don’t get deported, that gets him thrown in solitary. You know what he does in solitary? Hallucinates his dad, fights him in his imagination, and then breaks out of jail.

When Dick eventually grows into his own person after all that insanity, when he becomes Nightwing— he forgives Bruce. It’s another aspect about his characterization that I love. Dick is forgiving, in a good and bad way, until he isn’t.

Dick doesn’t care what people do to him, it’s one of his biggest flaws. He lets himself get hurt over and over again and he just takes it. He lets his peers absolutely bash him and openly hate him, but he’s always still there for them. He always still supports them.

He knows Bruce turned him into a weapon, but he still went back. He went back and tried to ignore everything and forget about all the awful things Bruce did to him. He never directly talks to Bruce about it, sure he’s passive aggressive during [redacted’s] funeral dinner in season 2 but he never actually talks about anything.

The only time he snaps at Bruce is after Jason dies.

After his brother, who he didn’t treat like a brother, dies, he’s trying to cope. Everyone is. He knows Bruce copes in a different way and he respects it, what he doesn’t respect is the fact that Bruce is trying to rope in another child to be Robin. He’s trying to replace Jason right after he dies. That’s when Dick loses his temper.

Even after everything, it takes someone else being hurt for Dick to speak his mind. He never really stands up for himself, he stands up for other people and bottles in his emotions.

Comics

In the comics, Dick is much similar. He bottles up his emotions until he physically can’t.

He’s always trying to be happy, even Nightwing isn’t serious. For Bruce, Batman is a way to let out his true self. Batman is the real Bruce, Bruce Wayne is the mask he hides behind.

It’s exactly the opposite for Dick. Dick Grayson is the caring older brother who has no trauma and exists to help, Nightwing is the funny vigilante, he’s the protector of Blüdhaven who cracks jokes and never breaks a smile while fighting. Either way, Dick just trades in one mask for another.

The only times it’s genuinely him, is when he’s at his most vulnerable. When he isn’t around his family, his brothers, Bruce. That’s when the real him can come out, his real genuine emotions.

In a certain comic run that I’m unsure if it’s still canon or not, Dick gets assaulted. It’s before he has his facade, it’s right when it’s starting to develop. He’s sixteen.

Dick gets in a horrible fight with Bruce, it results in him either running away or getting kicked out, either way he isn’t with Bruce. The sixteen year old is left to fend for himself, then a 21 year old woman who’s targeting Wayne enterprises comes along.

She manipulates Dick and takes advantage of him (along with her husband I think) all to get to Bruce.

He never talks about it.

!! I WILL BE REPLYING TO THIS IN A REBLOG CAUSE THIS IS GETTING VERY LONG AND TYPING IS GETTING SLOW !!

#dick grayson #nightwing #trauma #dc titans #dc comics #dc universe #dcu #batman #batfam #jason todd #He’s so traumatized #:( #I love him #i love him so much #My poor boy #<333 #SORRY THIS IS SO LONG

[e-nonsense]

─── 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩

pairing. prince!jason todd x witch!reader

summary. royal au. bruce doesn’t approve of his son’s relationship with constantine’s pupil/ward , not that jason cares

warnings. pet names: little pet, darling. Tooth rotting fluff i guess?

a/n. fuck writers block. three fits in less than 12 hours? crazy. might make this an au, so feel free to send requests based on this au to find out more

wc. 1.1k not proofread

Jason rolled his eyes as another young woman walked away from him, throughly offended. This had been one of Bruce’s many attempts to find his so a suitable woman— one that wasn’t you.

After Dick had married Princess Koriand'r and left to live with her in her kingdom, Jason had become the sole heir to Bruce’s kingdom. Being the second oldest of his siblings. But before any of that Jason had fallen in love with you.

“Lost young prince?” your voice comes from trees, and Jason glances around frantically. His hunting expedition had gone horribly wrong, a group of trickster illusionists had scared his men and the horses away. Leaving Jason behind.

“Who’s there?” He ask, raising his sword while turning in a circle, his eyes land on you as you step out from the shadows. The sun makes your eyes glow and Jason thinks you’re the most beautiful things he’ll ever see. His guard is lowered, as his eyes scan you up and down, taking in your beauty before moving back to your eyes.

You chuckle and he swears someone had to have casted a love spell on him, he can’t take his eyes of you. “Are you allowed to be this deep in the forest?” You ask and he gulps nervously as you step closer to him, your simple grey dress trailing behind you. “I’m surprised you made it through all the wards I put up around here.”

“Plus the Chimera,” you hum thoughtfully.

“Can you not speak?” You ask, inching closer till you’re in his personal space. “Apologies,” you smile.

“No.. no I can speak.” He whispers, staring down at you before sheathing his sword.

“Oh,” your smile widens. “Well, would you like to join me for tea?” You offer, and Jason knows he should’ve hesitated before nodding but he couldn’t help it. The excitement in your eyes when he agreed would be worth it if you were truly planning on killing him. Either way he let you lead him through the trees to a cottage that past the border of the land of witches and warlocks.

“At least try to entertain the thought, Todd.” Damian scoffed watching as another possible — approved — suitor walked away. “Father has gained many grey hair because of your devotion to the witch.” Truthfully Damian had no problem with you, he thought you were a perfect fit for his brother. Kind, loyal, able to put up with Jason’s moods.

It was just Bruce’s paranoia getting in the way of everyone’s peace. When the king had found out about you, he called in a favour from a warlock to get rid of whatever love spell you placed on his son. Safe to say John Constantine was amused by the request but assured Bruce that there was no spell on Jason and the boy’s infatuation with you was purely Jason.

Jason rolled his eyes at the thought, “or Bruce just needs to get over it.” He retorted, crossing his arms scowling as another pride princess tried to near him. “I’m leaving,” Jason says, looking over at Bruce as he makes his escape.

It didn’t take long for Jason to escape the palace grounds, through he was sure he had ripped his suit jacket, not that he’d see the stupid peace of fabric as he’d already dumped his clothes for a simple white poet shirt and some black riding pants. He rode his stallion to the forest’s entrance, stopping in front of it and trying it’s lead to a flimsy fence.

The prince entered the forest with no care, the protective wards shimmered as he entered, and the path illuminated in the darkness. Something you had done so he wouldn’t lose himself in the woods when he’d run from the palace and seek comfort in your cottage.

He quickly followed the path, passing the border and swiftly making his way to your home. When he arrived Jason knocked on the door softly, waiting for you to answer.

The door is answered a few seconds later, revealing a tall blond. The man groans, rolling his eye, “not you again.” He grumble, a cigarette dangling from his finger as he opens the door properly. “Kid! Your boyfriends here!” John calls out as he swings his coat over his shoulder, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he pats his pockets down looking for a lighter before snorting and lighting it with his fingers.

“Well go on in,” John shrugs, stepping out of the cottage you called home. “Oh, tell her to stop sending her little ravens to check on me, will ya?” John adds before disappearing into the misty pathway.

Jason always wondered how the man never found himself lost, or perhaps John never had somewhere specific he’d ever be going, cant be lost with no destination.

The second Jason stepped into the cottage he was met with the sight of you humming a tune, the same one he heard when the two of you met. Jason smiled, walking closer until he could wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Hi love,” you say as soft spoken as always. His eyes watched as you peeled potatoes before he kissed your cheek gently, “hi sweetheart.” He mumbled in return.

“How was the ball?” You asked, mainly teasing but with some curiosity.

“Missed you,” he huffed like a child, “Bruce is always trying to set me up with princesses. Who wants those snobby little bastards? Not me.” He complained.

“Just because Dick married a princess— who by the way comes from a magical bloodline— he thinks I’m going to do the same. Kori’s nice and all but how is it fair? Just because she’s royalty, its okay that Dick married her.”

You sigh softly, “he’s trying to protect you. People have never trusted those who come from this side of the world, faes, witches, shapeshifters. Sometimes with good reason, not all of us have good intentions.”

“But you do,” Jason retorts. “You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and i don’t say want anyone that isn’t you…. Is there a way that i could stay here with you?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Not without your father starting a war, we don't want a repeat of 1843.”

Jason groans but understands, Bruce would assume the worst if Jason just disappeared again, especially now that he was with you. He’d assume you’ve kidnapped him or some bullshit to feed his ideals.

“Can i stay for the night then?” He murmurs softy, his nose nudhung your cheek. “I just wanna love you before going back.”

You find your resolve melting away when you meet his eyes, blue and green. “One night, then home.” You nod.

“You are home,” he mumbles in response but doesn’t press further, instead the rest of the night is filled with laughter as you teach him a new recipe he’ll be sure to share with Alfred.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd #jason todd drabble #jason todd oneshot #royal au #witch!reader #jason todd x witch!reader #enzo writes [📝]

[in-som-niyah]

No thoughts just jason todd obsessed with the idea of his girl being pregnant with his baby

Like this man would def be so soft and doting and protective.

Also imaginning how soft sex would be between them at that point cuz he wouldn't want to disturb the baby too much

YESSSSSSSSS

Like if Jason ever felt secure enough to be a father given his ahem... ✨lifestyle✨ he would be sooooo protective of reader like

You were reaching for a jar up in the cupboard of your shared home (Jason waited until you were both settled into a proper home instead of the shitty apartment in Gotham before even thinking of getting you pregnant) before you felt a pair of heavy feet approach you. Before you could finish reaching, a strong hand planted itself at the side of your bump and gently moved you aside, stopping your movements. Annoyed, you look up at the owner of said hand, who had broken his promise of letting you do small things for yourself around the house again. "Jay, I can do it" you pout as you place your chin on his toned chest. Jason smiles down at you and chuckles lightly before using both his hands to rub at your bump. "I know you can princess, I just wanna help" He says back with an equally-adorable pout in his face. "But I told you, I can do things! I'm pregnant, not paralyzed." You chuckled. "It makes me feel useless to be honest" His brows proudly display their displeasure at your statement and his pout vanished. His hands make their way around to rub at your back now, where he knows you've been sore. "No baby, you're never useless. Hell, you could sit in bed all day and make me bring you all your cravings and you still wouldn't be useless." He says matter-of-factly. At this, he plants a kiss on the top of your hairline and rests his chin at the top of your head. "Yeah, but-" You tried to reply, but a cheeky kiss behind your ear stopped you. A gruff 'mmm-mmm' of disproval reverberates from Jason's chest, followed by another kiss on your cheek, then neck, then collar then...

I totally agree he would be into sex during pregnancy (you're so sexy carrying his child but he would be so scared to hurt you since you're so precious to him) especially if its soft and loving!!! Y'all he's a loverboy softie at heart and he just loves you so much and is so thankful that you trust him with raising a kid and caring for you in the process!!!!

I feel like he would avoid sex or sexual contact just to be safe and make sure you're not feeling pressured into being with him since your body is changing in ways truly neither of you really fully understand.

BUT GODDDDDDDD DOES IT DRIVE YOU UP THE WALL

Pregnancy hormones be damned, every flex of his bicep or stretch of his back made you want to climb. him. like. a. fucking. tree.

It was late one night, Jason didn't have patrol (thank the fucking heavens) but he was out running some errands. You were in bed, snuggled in your (his) t-shirt, catching up on some tiktok drama (iykyk) and scrolling through your fyp. Until you came across a gym video of a guy attempting to lift 230lbs. You vaguely remember Jason teasing Dick about how much they both could lift, and it was well over 230lbs, thats for sure. Oh, but Jason's much more muscular, and plus, he's tall. Very, very tall. He's built like an actual brick wall now that you think about it. A tall, muscular, strong, handsome, brick wall. Wetness began to pool at your core thinking about how strong and huge Jason was, and you thought of having a quick session before Jason got home. You knew you should wait for him, but he's been so occupied and distant and careful with you that you didn't have much confidence in his answer if you did in fact ask him to fuck you the way you wanted to be. Out of the locked section of the bottom drawer of your nightstand came a small, yet mighty wand vibrator. Lucky for you, Jason remembered to charge it the last time y'all had some fun. Which was sadly, a while ago. Too horny to dwell in the negative, you press and hold the power button and go to town. The task soon proved difficult since you had a large island of tummy in the way, but you managed to almost get there. Just a bit more pressure and- Thud. The sound of a large bag unceremoniously dropping to the floor ripped you out of your blissful activities. Eyes wide and frantic, you scan the room for anything that looked out of place. 'Maybe something fell?' you thought, but that was quickly put to bed when your gaze meets Jason's clenched jaw and disappointedly folded hands. You flinched when he swiftly crossed the room, forgetting whatever was in the bag at the door. There were more, very important things to attend to. Before you could open your mouth to even try and explain yourself he interjects in an eerily calm way. "Did you cum?" He asks, softly, but his authority is very clear in his tone. "N-no" You answer sheepishly. You were in no mood to try an explain why you felt the need to turn to the mediocre satisfaction of a toy when you had a whole ass sex machine as your husband if he so chose to question you. "hmm thats what I thought, querida." He finished with a nurturing yet pitiful tone. Jason climbs into bed, and crawls on top of you to where you're face to face and his chain is dangling just above your neck. "Just one question" He begins. "Why didn't you tell me you were feeling this way?" You chew your lip. He's been such an amazing husband to you before you got pregnant, and after he found out he upped his game some more. You didn't even know it was possible to be loved like that and you felt bad that you couldn't even control yourself long enough to just appreciate what he's already doing for you. A tear fell down your cheek, which Jason kissed away, and you told him how you felt guilty for asking him for sex, since the reason why he wasn't driving you into the bed was a sincere and honest fear he had. You knew he couldn't stand to hurt you, so he would much rather stop completely than take a chance. "my poor girl, I haven't been doing my part have I?" He murmurs just before capturing your lips in his. You melt into him, your hands flying up to touch him, hold him, feel him in places you haven't in so long. In between the marks on your neck and upper chest, Jason pauses briefly to apologize, as if your skin was cross with the lack of contact. "p-please" you whimper in a small voice when his hands begin to grip your hips firmly. "I know, I know amorcita. Let daddy make it up to u hm? I'll take care of you this time. Promise it'll be worth it."

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a/n: GODDDDD i wanna climb him like a tree holy shit this is so sexy

like the way hes so soft and gentle just makes me explode

best fucking ask bro tysm <333333

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[dollwritesarchive]

random thot if you want to write something:

riding Jason so slowly that he gets mad and starts to pound u from below so hard all u can do is hold on and cry~~~

hehehe you know the way to my heart, lovebug 🥰

warnings: this is a dark fic. noncon, gun kink, black mask’s daughter!reader, name calling ( both ), manhandling, threats against reader, videotaping, post facial, dacryphilia, degradation, Jason’s overall very mean

from the moment the camera had been angled towards you, the Red Fucking Hood had made your life hell.

you’d known he was after your father— you’d eavesdropped on plenty of meetings. Black Mask was more and more frustrated by the destruction of the criminal empire he’d built. The Red Hood was tearing it down.

still, you thought the new security detail, the extra beefy and armed men in black masks and suits would be enough to protect you. surely Red Hood wouldn’t bother taking on a small legion, would he?

much to your dismay, he would. he did. and you were the spoils for the victor.

“We’re going to make a movie for your daddy. Show him what a good time his little princess is having with The Red Hood while he’s hiding like a pussy.” you thought he’d beat you. torture you. it’s what you’d come to expect from the cutthroat criminals in Gotham, but he’d taunted you instead. bent you over the table and made you talk to the camera, to your father, tell him that you belonged to Red Hood now while he held your hips, grinding his into yours from behind.

he’d mocked you for whining when he tore your clothes; the tattered dress still hangs off your figure in strips of thousand dollar bandage, but your panties had been nearly completely shredded and stuffed in your mouth to shut you up, he’d said. “You’re so much cuter when you’re not running that cocksucker.” he hissed in your ear when he grabbed you by the throat. the mask he wore rubbed against your tear-streaked cheek and muffled his voice, but the snarl in it sent shivers up your spine. “When I want it open, I’ll stuff my dick in it.” and he had.

“We’re gonna have to train that throat of yours.” he’d said when his gloved palm came down firm on the back of your head, pushing your forehead into his belt buckle. you gagged, and he’d actually laughed at you for it. “That too much for you, Princess?” you nodded, hoping he would ease up, but he only bucked his hips more forcefully, until you were seeing double, strangled cries of panic dying deep in your throat as he fucked it. “That’s too bad. You’re going to take it.”

you were facefucked dumb and gasping for breath, drool and tears mixing into a salty cocktail when he painted your face. he even had you force a smile for the camera with his cum dribbling from your chin. “Fuck you.” it was the only two words your empty brain could manage, and even then, you choked on it, lips stretched wide over your teeth.

still, it had thoroughly pissed off Jason, who grasped your throat with his gloved hand and pulled you close, his snarl muffled behind the mask. “Listen very carefully,” he’d started, squeezing your windpipe until you were gagging silently, “I’m going to fuck that rotten attitude right out of you. You hear me? You’re gonna be my little breeding bitch by the time we’re done, and daddy dearest is going to watch the whole thing.” he’d then turned to the camera, looking at it, and even though his expression was hidden, you had a feeling he was smirking behind that damn mask.

you tried to remember that you were thankful he’d scooped you into his lap, because at least then you didn’t have to stare into the blinking, red light recording every second of your decimation any longer. braided cord binding your wrists, your panties shoved back into your mouth, but you were trying to catch your breath, drooling cum and spit down your chin and on to your breasts when he perched you right on his hard cock. you whimpered, back arching. your body wants to reject the entry, pull yourself up and collapse on the floor instead, but with one hand tight on your hip and the other holding on to the grip of the pistol in your face, you’ve no choice but to accept his offering, sliding down with a pathetic mewl.

“So fucking wet,” he growled with lusty delight, “you enjoying this, too, whore?” you try your best to shake your head, eyebrows furrowed, but when he pushes you body down, forcing you to take him all, your vulgar squeal tells a different story. “That’s it, just enjoy it. You might as well, right? Nobody’s coming to save you.” you stall against his belt, filled to the brim with outlaw cock, and you glare at him with wet eyes, lashes sticking together. “Why would they? Look at you,” he continues, wickedly using the barrel of the handgun to tilt your chin upwards, “messy little thing, sitting on a stranger’s cock. Hell, I even roughed you up and you’re still fucking soaked. Go ahead and ride, show your daddy. I know you know how.”

you’re furious. you hate him, but you brace your palms against his chest, rolling your hips slow as you raise and lower yourself. his size wasn’t the easiest to take, and he was right — you were roughed up. tired. if he would just let you ride your own pace…

Red Hood groans from behind his mask, a bored groan, and drags his gun along the shape of your breasts, “That all you got?” he demands with an incredulous scoff, “‘S fucking pathetic.” your fingers twitch, splayed out against the expanse of his chest, but you want to dig your nails in, to draw blood to the surface.

fuck him.

you try to ignore him, rocking your hips slow, falling into a pleasurable rhythm for you, and your eyes close as you release a muffled, sultry moan.

but that clearly wasn’t enough for the Red Hood, that drops his gun on the desk, bracing his boots on the floor. “I gotta do every little fucking thing for you, don’t I?” both, strong fists curl around your hips and lock you to him, hilt deep again, so your back arches in protest of being so full.

“Yrr…. Frcking…Rshool…” you groan, words barely comprehensible through your gag, but he seems to understand perfectly, because his grip tightens, and without warning, his hips piston, ramming up into your poor body with all the strength he could muster. “FRCK!” your voice, broken and hoarse, dies in the lingerie stuffed in your mouth in hapless screams as he pounds away, fucking you like he wanted to break you in half, and you suspected he did.

“There. We. Go.” he grunts, in time to punctuate each time his tip slams against your cervix, “Those are the sounds I want to hear, sing for me, whore!”

you push against his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks to mix with the cum and spit already smeared over your countenance; but you weren’t entirely sure you wanted him to stop. you could feel, with each brutal thrust, that he was hitting a need, deep in your belly. the need to be used like this. fucked like a breathing fleshlight, abused. your screams began to morph into moaning, needy, and instead of pushing him away, you were trying to hold on to his chest, keep him close, walls spasming as they milked him.

“Look at you,” he breathes, hips slamming into yours as hard as you thought physically possible, “squirming and moaning, about to cum on my cock. You were a filthy whore long before I came along, weren’t you?” you shake your head, indignant, but you really just wanted to contradict anything to come out of his mouth out of spite, your eyes are rolling around in their sockets, head empty, you weren’t even sure you’d really heard a word he’d said, his cock dumbing you into a state of brainless bliss. “Don’t lie to yourself anymore, only true whores go completely airheaded on a dick like you. You’re so close to cumming, aren’t you? I bet that tummy’s churning, and you want me to blow your back out so fucking bad—“

you’d started to nod. even though you didn’t want to, even though you wanted to pretend you hated the way he plowed into you until you were aching, you couldn’t help but actually nod. you were so close, hanging on by a thread, your legs starting to tense and shake. the same velocity and power for just a moment more would’ve thrown you into a whirlwind of bliss.

Jason knows that, and that’s why he shoves you off of his lap.

with an embarrassing squeak of disapproval, followed by several, muffled “no”s and “please”s, you collapse like a jiggling, bowl of jelly on the floor on your side, unfulfilled. your orgasm was soiled, leaving you frustrated and shivering, sensitive. Red Hood places the sole of his boot against your ass and gives it a shove when you try to get to your feet, where your arms and legs give out and you end up back on your face and knees in the floor.

“I didn’t say we were done, bitch.” he hissed, and you heard the mechanic whirring as he takes the hood from his head. looking up from your place on the ground, you see his face for the first time; you’re amazed at just how gorgeous he is. “I’m gonna fuck you over and over, until that pussy is so sensitive you scream when I even touch it,” he’s grinning, clear eyes sparkling with carnal delight, and he pushes himself to his feet, giving your ass a swat while he talks. you whimper, cowering as close to the floor as you can, “I’m going to force you right to the edge, but you’re not going to cum a single fucking time. You thought you were giving me alligator tears before,” Jason grabs hold of a fistful of your hair and lifts your head up, angling to the camera again so he can kiss your cheek, his tongue swirling over the mess, “I’m going to fuck you into madness, and then drop your ass off on Arkham’s doorstep, babbling and broken.” he takes a moment to wink at the camera, before turning you to face him for the first time, using his free hand to pry the gag from your mouth.

“N—no, please,” you whine, batting wet lashes up at him. “Please… I’ll be good. Don’t take me to Arkham.”

Jason laughs, “You’re lucky I’m letting you live at all. Don’t you know who the fuck I am?” he was right; you knew all about the Red Hood, and how many criminals he’s killed. “Don’t worry, slut, I’ve got a couple of connections up there. The only person with a key to your room will be me. I’ll come check in regularly enough to fuck your head back empty again, keep you a silly, little fuck sleeve so you don’t even notice you’re locked up.”

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[lacrimosathedark]

Who wants trauma headcanons? :D

Bruce taught every Robin and Batgirl how to properly use a gun as well as ways to counter it. The base of all of their costumes are specifically reinforced against bullets. He updates them for every major attempt on their lives. From the start, Dick’s palms were reinforced against corrosive materials. After Babs was shot, he made Jason’s cape and spinal protection stronger. After Jason died, Tim’s costume was reinforced for blunt trauma and fire retardant. After Steph got “killed”, he actively left his plans available for Tim’s scrutiny. After Damian was run through, his next costume was reinforced for piercing damage.

The only time Bruce sets his One Rule aside is in the near aftermath of losing someone important, examples being when he nearly killed the Joker after he killed Jason and when he left KGBeast to die after he shot Dick. He would do that for any of his kids, and he’s as terrified of doing it as he is of not.

Kate gets anxious around mirrors. They remind her of her mother. They remind her of her sister and the games they used to play. They make her feel alone when she knows she’s not.

Dick is incredibly attentive and actively afraid of his own anger. After losing Jason, and not knowing in part because of his own distance with Bruce, he actively clings to his family so he doesn’t lose that chance again. This is part of why his adopted Tim as his brother so fast, and was willing to give Damian so many chances despite being a Huge Prick.

Dick was re-traumatized by Tim nearly falling to his demise, and now if any of his siblings exhibit the slightest emotional distress, he gets anxious about letting them out alone in costume. He’s terrified he won’t be there to catch them.

Dick finds the smell of rain, even in putrid areas of Gotham and Bludhaven, soothing. Until it’s mixed with the scent of blood and/or sweat, which actively puts him on edge. Especially at night. He has to actively focus on what’s going on or else he might freeze up.

While Dick actively enjoys how clearly people find him attractive and likes to have fun with it, he is a bit sex-averse, and any unexpected attention has him momentarily panic, or at the very least extremely uncomfortable. He hates when people lay their hands on him in a sexual way infinitely more than them actively assaulting him. He’s been taught how to handle clear violence.

Babs has an instant reaction of fear followed by anger every time she hears someone at the door. Sometimes intense menstrual pain gives her similar feelings and flashbacks. During these time, she specifically keeps an eye on her father, Bruce, and Jason.

She watches so much surveillance footage because she’s not as effective on foot anymore but needs to have everyone’s backs. She trusts Cass and Steph to act in her place, but she still hates having to be on the sidelines.

Jason and Tim don’t like anything close to their neck. Jason scratches at his neck when he’s got too much irritable energy, especially directed at Bruce. Roy and Artemis definitely notice and try to distract him.

Jason has adapted to explosives and loves them the same way he does morbid jokes, but certain sounds, like thick metal on cement, can set him off.

Jason get noticeably anxious around people who are actively intoxicated or severely ill. His anxiety usually manifests as aggression, which tries to direct appropriately, but it’s a struggle.

Tim immediately dissociates/numbs when confronted with a scene with lots of pooling blood. He has enough practice working through practically anything, he can push how he feels aside to work. But once he’s alone, he loses it. Only Bruce and Dick know.

After No Man’s Land, and even more so when Tim lost his fucking spleen, everyone gets anxious whenever Tim seems the slightest bit sick. Tim also gets incredibly nervous, but is able to put up a front for everyone else.

Cassandra often feels the need to check in with Tim--they know things about each other no one else knows and share quite a bit of trouble. And Tim was always there for her even when she was at her worst. He’s always been safe for her.

Cass sometimes talks aloud to Stephanie when she isn’t there, or when she’s sleeping. Stephanie has walked in or woken up to it a few times. She usually plays it off to smooth it over, but makes sure to check in with her later and give her lots of hugs and remind her she’s still there.

Jason, Cass, and Stephanie are all sensitive to child victims, and become very cautious around them.

Stephanie reflexively grimaces any time she sees any kind of black skull; shirt decals, jewelry, tattoos, her face scrunches up without any intent.

Stephanie is both the best and worst at handling victims who are young parents or have young children. She can empathize better than anyone, but it usually leaves her shaken. Tim, and sometimes Cass, are the only ones who can comfort her.

Steph has a love/hate thing for fighting the Riddler. On one hand, he reminds her of her father, and she is actively kicking his ass. On the other, he is much better than her father and usually less malicious (and actively wants to be noticed most of the time). She gets really pent up and ends up beating the shit out of his goons a bit harder than she should.

Damian hates the Bat Cave. He already felt resentment for the dinosaur almost killing him, and he loathes the case holding Jason’s case because he has come to find the epithet cold, and on a bad day all he can see is Tim lying among broken glass. After Bane killed Alfred, he could hardly stand being there for a minute.

Tim and Damian hate Time Shenanigans. Tim always sees the worst of himself and everything he’s ever lost, and Damian feels like it takes people away from him.

Duke sometimes flinches when he hears people laugh. He doesn’t mean to, but if it sounds a bit too unhinged, he can’t seem to help it.

#DC Comics #Batman #Bat Family #Bruce Wayne #Kate Kane #Dick Grayson #Barbara Gordon #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Cassandra Cain #Stephanie Brown #Damian Wayne #Duke Thomas

[onmyyan]

Hey-o!!! Mind racing anon here I just reread through your venomreader x yandere batfam AGAIN! And my mind started racing

What if while reader is captured in the timeout cube and they start getting sick. Like venom hasn’t eaten anyone in awhile and like in the movie starts to eat his host aka reader.

So reader starts becoming pale and weak and coughing and throwing up blood from having their organs literally being eaten to sustain the symbiote and the batfam sees this and it leads to absolute CHAOS!!!

I’m talking arguments and fights breaking out between them about what to do and how to help reader.

I think Bruce would try and figure out why reader is all of a sudden sick and want to do tests and scans to help find the reason. But he starts to get more and more worried as readers health declines and there is nothing coming up on any results. He tries everything he can think of but it doesn’t help his children are becoming manic and going crazy so he has to try to keep order all the time.

But then you have Jason going absolutely FERAL trying to get to reader and take them to a hospital and hold them and comfort them because he can’t believe he let it get this far when he swore to protect them. He stands outside of readers room and begs them to let him know what’s happening and how he can help. He brings them all kinds of medicine and food, he even brings reader some weed from their hidden stash to try and keep them calm or help in anyway. His eyes are red and puffy all the time from him crying every time he sees reader weakly throw up or cough up their blood.

Dick is freaking out and won’t let reader out of his sight but every time reader coughs or vomits or starts to collapse he’s crying and begging Bruce to do something or he will. He’s tried braking into the room to get you (they all have) but Bruce changed the code or something so nobody tries to run off with them.

Tim pours through all security footage trying to see if maybe you poisoned yourself with something in order to try and escape or at least trying to find what caused all of this but he’s coming up empty, he starts getting desperate and researches every disease known to man. He now goes through every checklist of symptoms he can to figure out what’s wrong. He also know knows way too much about diseases and if reader ever get a sniffle or a cough after this he immediately thinks their dying.

And Damien put on the face of not caring in front of his family. He looked as if he’s unbothered by everything but his room was destroyed the same day all of this started and he had barely slept or ate. None of them have. He’s started to stalk the outside of readers cell as if he was guarding them and he watches everything reader does. He claims it’s to make sure reader isn’t tricking them by doing this to themselves but it’s really because his mind has made him believe reader might die and because of that thought he can’t stand being farther than a couple steps away. He’s surprisingly the one who advocates the strongest to let reader out in order to help them and he becomes manic at the thought of returning the next day and reader being dead in the cell and he CANT handle it.

Meanwhile reader is just like well…fuck… and debates on telling them about venoms diet but knows they can’t because then reader is admitting to letting venom eat people and that is SURE to go over well with the vigilantes against killing and all that🙄🙄🙄

Anyway yeah I am feral for yandere batfam

Also I know this is long but I love it and I love you and merry late Christmas and happy new year and yeah❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Bonus:

Venom!Reader: yeah I’m a monster now and I don’t deserve love because of the horrible things I’ve done

Yandere Batfam: You have never done anything wrong in your life. We know this. And we love you.

Venom!Reader: *surprised pikachu face*

2nd Bonus:

Batfam member: I hate that alien that has attached itself to you. If I had it my way it would be kept in a jar for the rest of its days studies by scientists.

Reader: Venom said if he had to choose for me to marry someone he would pick you.

Batfam member: You know I’ve always thought aliens were cool. I think Venom is actually a really good influence on you and you should definitely listen to him more often. *pulls out a ring and gets on one knee*

This is absolutely amazing and genuinely lit a spark under me regarding that story, thank you so so much for sending in this wonderful piece it's delectable, I've been having serious writers block with that series and this single ask had me running to the editor cuz it's so good like?? Of course your body would break down without it's needs being met it's so perfect, again thank you for sending this in cuz it inspired me ❤️❤️❤️ you go glen coco

#yananswers #anon submission #straight venomous

[alovesongtheywrote]

pt.11 pleaseeeeee of nightmare academia

♥ Summary:  Here we go friends! In this chapter of nightmare academia, Spencer gets stabbed. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: stabbing, threats of violence, blood

♥ Word Count: 2346

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“Thank you.”

“Reid, don’t thank me for the mugs.  I stole the mugs.  They’re your mugs.”

He shrugged.  Despite being a certified giant of a string-bean, he seemed so small and sad in the middle of your office.  You looked down at the open laptop on your desk.  You couldn’t look at his damned puppy-dog eyes anymore.

“Still.  You could’ve broken them, or something.  You could’ve stabbed me with the shards.”

You rolled your eyes, not looking away from the laptop, “I could’ve, but that would take time and energy that I refuse to waste on you.”

In your peripheral vision, you could see him flinch.  You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to fight off the pang of guilt you felt inside.  Being angry at him would’ve been so much easier if he was more of a dick.  He usually was a dick.  He usually refused to admit he was wrong.  He wouldn’t let you correct him about grammatical mistakes, or historical errors, or whether or not notes should be handwritten, but he was letting you correct him now.

He was letting you hurt him over this.

The taste of blood filled your mouth.  You let out a weary sigh, “Get the hell out of my office, Reid.”

Your words were harsh, but there was no true malice behind them.  Just exhaustion.  Reid was pretty sure he preferred the malice.

“Bye, (Y/N).”

You waved him off, refusing to give him a proper goodbye.  After what he’d said and done, he could take his goodbyes and fuck ‘em.

Reid disappeared from your office without another word, his box of mugs cradled in his arms.  Immediately, you missed his presence.  And immediately, you despised yourself for it.  He’d been a huge asshole.  He’d been cruel.  He’d hurt you, he’d said all those things, and he- he’d apologized pretty thoroughly for it, for everything he’d done wrong.  He’d tucked his tail between his legs and let you throw all of your rage in his face.

You didn’t feel guilty.  You refused to feel guilty.  You’d said your piece and you were right about it and then you’d taken it a step further.  You hurt Reid on purpose, the way he hurt you.  Now what the fuck were you supposed to do?  You couldn’t quite forgive him, but you weren’t sure you wanted to be so angry anymore.

Just as the storm of thoughts in your mind came to a crescendo, someone walked through the office door.  For a moment, some sort of relief washed over you- you thought it was Reid.  You thought you might have a chance to talk things through with him.  It wasn’t, and you didn’t.

When you looked up, your blood ran cold.

Before you stood a man who looked like death standing.  Pale and tall, cropped hair and blue eyes.  He was everything Missy had described.  He was everything she’d said he was.  He was everything that had come to the community centre trying to hurt her before you intervened.  

Before you stood Missy’s ex.  Jason.  He was the man who made her life hell, the man you’d tried to protect her from.  He had one thing on his mind.

“Where is Missy?”

You could feel the adrenaline flooding your system.  You sat up straighter, your body preparing itself to run- or to fight.  You knew what this man was capable of.  You knew what he could do to a person, what he had done and would do again without flinching.

You knew you couldn’t let him get to Missy.

“I have no idea who you’re talking about,” your fingers pressed against the edge of your desk, creating distance between you and Jason, “None of my students go by that name.  If you’re looking for someone, I’d be happy to point you towards administration-”

“Shut your stupid fucking mouth,” he hissed, slamming his hands down on the table, “I know you know where she is.  You helped her get her GED, right?  Impressive.  Missy’s a stupid bitch.”

You winced, and Jason smiled as if you’d told him everything he wanted to know.

“Where is she?”

“I have no idea.  I don’t know who Missy is.”

“LIAR,” he barked, lunging forward to grab you.  He missed, only by a few inches.  You could see the shape of something sharp in his pocket.

“I swear,” your voice took on a tone of desperation, “I don’t know who you’re talking about.  I’m sorry I can’t help you.”

“Sorry?  Yeah, you’ll be fucking sorry,” his fingers gripped the desk, his knuckles turned white, “Tell me where she is, or I’ll spill your fucking guts all over these damn walls.  Is that what you want you fucking bitch?  You want me to stab you in the fucking neck?”

“Honestly, no.”

Jason reached towards his pocket and from it, he pulled out a knife.  There were several jokes you could’ve made, but none of them seemed appropriate at the time.  

“Answer me, then.  Tell me where Missy is, or I’ll stick this knife in your fucking throat.”

You steeled your gaze.  This man, this monster would not get what he wanted- not from you.  Jason looked at you expectantly, and you leaned forward, invading his space, getting closer to the knife.

“I guess you’ll have to stab me.”

Jason moved to round the desk.  You moved quickly, ready to defend yourself, but it didn’t matter.  He didn’t make it that far.

-

Reid assumed that a job teaching at a university would be marginally safer than working for the FBI.  It wouldn’t be much safer, of course, but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with serial killers every day, right?  That meant he would be a little safer- and that meant his coworkers would be a little safer too.

That’s why he wasn’t worried when he made his way back to your office.  He wanted to talk things through with you, to see if there was any way to undo what he’d done- to see if you’d be sending that infernal typewriter back to his class again.  He was worried about you being angry at him, but for once, death wasn’t on his mind.

And then he saw the man in your office.  The same man he’d seen behind the wheel of that white car.  The same man you’d gone out of your way to protect your friend from.  He also saw the knife in that man’s hand.  He gave up on the idea of safety, after that.

-

There was a split second, where Jason’s knife was in the air and your body was vulnerable beneath it, where you accepted your death.  You were going to get brutally murdered, one of your students would find your body, and the whole thing would become a true crime legend retold by uncaring influencers while they did their make-up and advertised Hello Fresh.

And you were okay with that.  If it bought your student just a minute of safety, your death would be worth it.  Clearly, someone didn’t exactly agree.

Someone pulled Jason away from you.  He collapsed to the floor in an angry heap.  Your eyes widened.  Your breath came so hard that it hurt your chest.  Someone had saved you.  You looked up.

He stood over your assailant looking angrier than you had ever seen him.  His hands were curled into fists at his sides.  His tie was crooked, and he was breathing almost as hard as you were.

“Reid?”

When he turned to face you, his eyes were blown wide.  Panic overtook the rage that painted his features.  

“Are you okay?” he asked, straightening slightly, still hovering over Jason.

“I’m- I’m fine.”

“Good,” Reid looked down at Jason, who was hissing like some feral thing, “Call 9-1-1.”

“Yeah,” you snapped out of your panic at the command, “Yeah, okay.”

Just as you reached for your phone, Jason emerged from the floor.  You frantically dialled the emergency number and threw your phone to the side, letting it ring out.  The glow from the fallen screen illuminated your typewriter.

“You motherfucker,” Jason growled, “Who the fuck are you?”

“He’s just a coworker of mine,” you hurried to answer, “No one of consequence.”

“I have a hard fuckin time believing that.  I saw him, with you and with Missy.  If you’re going to be an unreasonable bitch, maybe I’ll just have to ask him.”

“Don’t-!” you yelped, “Don’t, I swear, he’s nobody.  He’s just a coworker,” you moved a little closer to where your phone had fallen, “He’s not the type to know anything.”

Reid’s eyes met yours.  The panic had fallen from his face.  In its place was a calm sense of assurance- some kind of understanding.  He knew what you were about to do.  He trusted you.

Spencer raised his hands, crafting the image of surrender.  Jason’s attention was on him, now.  He stepped back slowly, heading towards the exit of your office and giving you the space you would need to execute your plan.  You knelt behind your desk.

“Look, this is probably some sort of misunderstanding,” Spencer moved back, “I’ll just go, and-”

“Bullshit.  I’m gonna give you the same deal, asshole.  Tell me where Missy is or I’ll fucking kill you.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

The next few seconds passed like centuries.  

Jason crossed the room, leaned forward, and knocked Spencer to the ground.  Back behind your desk, your hands wrapped around the solid metal body of your typewriter.  You lifted it, crossing the room the same way Jason had.  As he pulled back, preparing to hit Spencer again, you brought the corner of the typewriter down against his skull.

Jason collapsed to the floor.  Blood spilled from his newly acquired head wound.  You kicked him off of Spencer and let the typewriter fall to the ground.  You fell to the floor after it.

You and Spencer stared at each other for a moment.  Your eyes were wide, lips parted slightly.  Your breath came hard and fast, and your hands shook slightly.  Spencer was in the same condition, breathing hard with his hand pressed to his stomach.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

You nodded, crawling closer toward him, dragging your knees against the floor, “I’m okay.  Are- are you okay?”

“I’m-” his eyes rolled back.  His hand fell away from his torso.  His clothes were stained red.

Spencer was not okay.

“No, no, no, no-” your voice began as a whisper, growing in volume as you wrapped an arm around Spencer, holding him up as you placed a hand over his wound.  You could feel his blood pooling beneath your skin, staining your flesh red.  

Spencer raised his hand to cover yours.

“I’m fine,” he murmured, blinking hard, “I promise, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not fine, you’ve been stabbed,” you looked out the door, desperate for a passerby to go and get help.  You saw no one.

“Shit,” you gasped out, pressing down harder, “Shit, shit, I’m sorry.  Spencer, I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean for this to happen, I didn’t- I didn’t think, I-”

“Hey,” he tried to reassure you, “It’s okay.  You couldn’t have known this would happen.  I’m gonna be okay.”

“Are you?” 

He nodded, “He didn’t hit anything vital- and this isn’t even the worst injury I’ve had.  Did you know I’ve been shot three times?”

“What!?” you turned to face Spencer so quickly he almost thought he heard your neck snap.  You felt a familiar heat behind your eyes as tears began to pool.

“Yeah, once in the knee, once in the arm, and once in the neck.”

“You were shot in the neck!?”

Tears were slipping down your cheeks now.  Spencer, who had been the picture of calm until this point, began to panic.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry- please don’t cry,” he begged, and you assumed he would hit you with some statistic about tears, but instead he told you, in an almost broken voice, “I hate making you cry.”

“Okay,” you tried not to sob, “Okay.  I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his hand around yours, tracing meaningless patterns into your skin with the tips of his fingers.

“Don’t be sorry.  Everything’s going to be okay.”

You tried to believe him.  You wanted to believe him.  His blood burned beneath your hand.  

“Okay,” you whispered, “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

A smile crossed his face.  His lips were chapped.  There were dark bags under his eyes, but those were always there.  

“You’re really pretty, did you know that?”

Was he- was he hitting on you while he bled out?  You couldn’t help but grin back at him, your smile crept over your features as you shook your head.

“I think you’re just suffering from blood loss, Doctor Reid.”

He said nothing, but you could see him relax a little.  You could feel his breath come a little easier.  There were voices down the hallway.

“Fuck, that’s the paramedics,” you leaned out the door a little, calling for help.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Spencer sounded weak, and it terrified you, “I need you to do me a favour.”

You looked down at him, trying to keep the panic out of your voice, “Anything.

“Call Garcia and let her know I’m okay.  She’s gonna know I’m going to the hospital, and she’s gonna let the team know, and then everyone’s gonna panic-”

“They SHOULD panic.  You just got STABBED.”

“(Y/N), there is a non-zero chance that they’ll come here.  On the jet.  The jet that you hate.”

You let out a sound that fell somewhere between a laugh and a sob, “Maybe they should come here on the jet that I hate.”

“I promise, they don’t need to.  I’m gonna be fine.”

You took a shuddering breath, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, “Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

Without thinking about it, you leaned forward and lightly brushed your lips against Spencer’s temple.  His eyes widened, and his lips parted, but he had no time to say anything.  The paramedics had arrived.  Reid would be okay. Would you?

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[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Old Enemies and Old Friends

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, injury, mentions of death, violent death

Word count: 3384

A/N: Here’s part 12 of castle of glass! This took a lot longer than I thought it would, but my ADHD has been playing hell all week. Hopefully the next one won’t take as long, and I hope you like it!!

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Thirty-two hours.

Jason glanced at the clock on his helmet dash before forcing him to look away again. Y/N had been with the Joker for thirty-two hours. He was trying really hard not to think about the fact that he had been with the clown for less than two before he got bored of beating him and set the bomb timer going.

He forced himself to breath and think logically. If she was dead, the Joker would have told them by now. He liked to rub that kind of thing in their faces. But if she wasn’t dead…

Stop it.

He took another deep breath and ticked the current warehouse off his list. He didn’t have many buildings left to check. Dick had temporarily run off to deal with a gang shootout, after insisting Jason keep searching without him for a while. Dick had told him he was planning on calling several of the titans in, but he’d been called away before Jason could ask who. Jason had mixed feelings about them getting involved because he hadn’t exactly had the best experiences with any of them, before and after his death. But he knew they were as protective over Y/N as Dick was, so he wasn’t going to say no if they wanted to help out.

A flash of movement caught his eye as he stepped out of the abandoned warehouse.

He flexed his fingers over the guns strapped to his thighs as he stepped forward. But he wrenched his hands away as he laid eyes on the small kid crammed into the gap between the wall and a dumpster, clearly trying to be as small as possible.

“Hey, kid. What’cha doing here?” He relaxed his posture and crouched down, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible given he was now taller than Bruce and almost as broad; sometimes he really missed being Robin.

“You’re Red Hood.” The kid was shaking slightly, but he kept his eyes on Jason as he nodded. “You help people.”

“I try to.” Jason said as softly as he could through the voice modulator. He watched as the kid chewed his lip but made no room to say anything else, so he spoke up instead. “Do you need my help?”

The kid nodded. “Some men hurt my friends. We sleep in the old theatre because it’s dry and the costumes are all still there for warmth. But the men found us and hurt some of my friends.”

The edge of Jason’s vision tinged green. He thought he had made himself clear a few months back when the police tried to bar the homeless kids in the Bowery from sleeping there. That was Red Hood’s turf and those particular kids were under his protection. The kid in front of him couldn’t have been older than twelve, and he deserved somewhere relatively safe and warm to sleep.

Jason really wanted to punch someone. “Did you get the officers names?”

“They weren’t police officers.” The kid said.

Jason felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach.

Could it…

No…

In the middle of his territory…

Surely not even the fucking clown was that suicidal…

He took a deep breath, ignoring the pit once again as it tried to take over. “Okay, kid, I’ll deal with it. There’s a shelter on Cross Street, you take your friends there and tell the woman behind the desk that Red Hood sent you.” He pulled a small red token out of his pocket and handed it over to the kid. “Just give her that and she’ll set you up.”

The kid nodded and scurried off.

Jason pulled out his phone and shot Dick a quick text before setting off in the direction of the theatre.

***

It was easier than he thought it would be for Jason to slip in through a hole in the theatres roof. That should have been his first indication that something was wrong. But green had started clawing its way to the front of his mind at the mere thought of getting his hands on the clown, making him more reckless than he would normally be.

He crept through the decaying attic and jumped down onto the first floor, his boots hitting the carpet with a dull thud. He had been to the theatre once before it shut with his mom. He didn’t know how Catherine had managed to scrape together the money, even if it was just a low budget version of A Midsomer’s Night Dream. It was still one of his best memories, just him and his mom before she got really bad. Before she finally gave up and chose the drugs over Jason.

He shook his head, choosing to focus on the green instead, and kept moving forward.

He could hear voices coming from the stage area and silently walked towards the stairs he remembered that should lead him to the backstage area. He stepped onto the carpet at the bottom of the stairs and knew something was wrong, the floor just felt off. But as he moved his other foot down nothing seemed to happen, so he put it down to rotten wood and he started moving forward.

He made it half way down the corridor before his head started feeling funny. Three more steps before he stumbled. One more before he fell to his knees and started realising something was really wrong.

Some form of gas was his first thought. But his helmet had a filtration system. Not if someone planned for that, his brain reminded him. He crawled forward another metre, trying to think of a plan.

Then the laughing started.

Manic, echoing laughter poured down the corridor and suddenly Jason was fifteen again and the carpet under him was actually concrete and the walls were further away.

“Poor excuse for the cavalry, aren’t you, birdie?” The voice that haunted his nightmares cackled. “I bet this was not what the other little birdie was hoping for when she sent that distress signal.”

Distress signal?

“Oh, well, she’ll find out soon enough.”

Before Jason could think about anything in more detail, the crowbar connected with his helmet.

***

Jason couldn’t supress the groan as he woke up. His entire body felt stiff and his head was throbbing in the dull way it did whenever someone hit him over the head while he was still wearing his helmet. But the fuzziness told him he had also been drugged with something, and that never boded well for what was to come.

“Finally back with us, birdie?”

Jason didn’t have time to answer before two sets of hands yanked him upright. It took him a solid minute to resist the urge to puke because he realised he was still wearing his helmet, even if it had shattered on one side.

Muffled, angry protests drew his attention and he finally managed to crack his eyes open to take in his surroundings. They were on the raised platform that used to be the stage, although now it was just rotting boards, and there were two guys on either side of him, still holding his arms. But that was not his priority when his eyes caught a flash of purple.

Y/N was on her knees about six feet in front of him with the Joker standing behind her. She was gagged and there was a piece of rope wound around her neck that he had a horrible feeling connected to where her hands were bound behind her back. The bruising starting to come out around her neck confirmed his theory. There was blood on the left side of her head and a bruise on her cheekbone that looked at least a day old so he knew those were from when she had been grabbed.

But it was the fresh blood running down her left leg from the middle of her thigh that worried him the most. Her jeans were missing and something had been carved into her thigh. From this distance he couldn’t make it out under the hem of the oversized shirt of his she had stolen yesterday morning, but he had a feeling he knew what it was and it made his vision tint green.

“Get away from her.” He rasped out, struggling to make his voice work as he looked up at the clown.

The Joker’s face split into his awful grimace of a smile and he stroked a hand through Y/N’s hair roughly, clearly not caring if it got caught. She flinched away and the hand clamped down, keeping her where she was. But she kept her eyes on Jason, looking concerned, like she wasn’t the one with the psycho murderer standing behind her.

The Joker laughed, tipping Y/N’s head back and Jason could tell by the choking sound she made that she had tried to move her hands without thinking about the rope around her throat. “Not much of a rescue team, is he, little bird?”

Distress signal.

The Joker’s words in the hall came back to him and he tried not to show the surprise on his face. He said Y/N sent out a distress signal. But it hadn’t been to him. Of course not, she had to have codes with Dick, ways of sending messages without anyone being able to tell what they said. Which meant Jason had walked into a trap that wasn’t meant for him, and Dick still had a chance. Knowing golden boy, he’d be a lot more careful than Jason had been, which meant he just had to keep the clown’s attention until then.

He took a deep breath, well aware of the implications of what he was about to say, but he just needed the Joker to let Y/N go.

“You know, I never did answer for which hurt more.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide and she started screaming something illegible through the gag, but the Joker’s smile grew and he let her go. She fell onto her side, her eyes focused on him, still shaking her head as the Joker stepped forward with the crowbar.

Jason closed his eyes and begged whoever might be watching over him that Nightwing wouldn’t be as late as Batman was.

***

As always, Dick didn’t disappoint.

The Joker only managed four hits before something exploded and they heard people shouting. The men holding him dropped his arms and drew their guns. Jason let himself slump and slipped the hidden knife out of his boot while none of them were looking.

“I wonder which birdie that is.” The Joker laughed and walked towards the edge of the stage.

Jason took his chance and stabbed the guy on his left in the calf as he swept the legs out from under the guy on the right. He dived over the guy on the floor, ignoring the horrible twinge in his most likely broken ribs, and used his body as a shield against the others gunshots before grabbing the now dead guys gun for himself. From there it took almost no effort to drop the other guy.

But when he turned in the direction of the clown, he found empty space.

“Fuck.” He croaked out, his voice sounding worse than before.

He turned back to Y/N as the shouts got closer; the clown could wait.

They were too exposed on the stage so he sliced through the rope connecting the one around her throat to her hands and ignored her muffled protests as he threw her over his shoulder. He kept the gun up as he moved towards the backstage area. Y/N went limp on his shoulder, clearly accepting this was how he was moving them somewhere safer.

He kicked open the first door he came across and strode into what looked like on old dressing room once he had made sure it was clear. He set Y/N down on the floor as gently as he could, trying not to jostle her leg too much, and then pulled off the shattered remains of his helmet before cutting her wrists free. He barely had time to pull the gag out of her mouth before she threw her arms around him.

“We’re okay.” He said, giving himself one minute to just hold her.

But she pulled back before he could, her hands immediately moving to his face. “You’re bleeding.”

“Not as much as you.” He said, catching her wrists below the skin the ropes had rubbed raw and bruised. But her leg was what was worrying him.

“I’m fine.” She said, moving to cover it with the oversized shirt before he could take a proper look at it.

“Sweetheart, nothing ‘fine’ bleeds that much.” He pulled a pressure bandage out of his utility belt, well aware he didn’t have enough for her leg, wrists and neck. “I need to wrap it so we can get out of here.”

She nodded and moved her hands away. “Okay.”

He shifted forward to get a better look and his entire vision went green in the way it hadn’t in a long time. He was aware his eyes had changed and his breathing was uneven, but it was hard to get it under control when the psycho had decided to carve a goddamn J deep enough in her leg that there was no way it wouldn’t scar.

“Jay.” Y/N said softly. “Jason, breathe.”

He forced a lungful of air into his chest and exhaled slowly, forcing the green back, but leaving it thrumming under the surface for when he got his hands on the clown.

“I’m okay.” He said once the green had retreated enough that he could see his surroundings again. Her hands were on his face again, her thumbs gently stroking over his cheekbones and he let it ground him before he turned back to the task at hand and started wrapping her leg up. “You got a message to Dick.”

“We have a code. That’s why he thought it was meant for you.” She said. “You didn’t come with him?”

“We were looking together, then he got called away for a gang shootout. A street kid told me about some bad men here, thought I’d check it out. I walked into the trap he set for Dick.” He told her as he finished tying off the bandage.

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but she cut off as they heard footsteps in the corridor. Jason met her eyes before wordless standing, placing himself firmly in between her and the door, and raising the gun in his hand.

The door was kicked open, slamming against the wall with a bang, and Jason found himself staring down the shaft of a military grade arrow.

“Speedy?” Y/N asked and Jason glanced down to see her peering around his legs.

“Well, you both look like shit.” Roy Harper said, dropping his bow and striding into the room before pulling Jason into a hug like everything that had happened since he ran away hadn’t happened.

Jason let himself relax into it and wrapped his free arm around Roy. “You got any bandages, Harper?”

“Who do you think I am? Course I’ve got bandages.” Roy pulled back and dropped down in front of Y/N. “How you doing, WarGames?”

“You know I’ve never actually hacked the military, right?” Y/N said, offering her wrists to Roy as the archer pulled several rolls of bandages out of his belt. “Dick got my message.”

“Of course he did. Him and Donna are handling the goon squad.” Roy moved to bandage her neck as Jason shrugged out of his leather jacket.

“The clown?” Jason asked, helping Y/N into the jacket as Roy stood back up.

“Dick went after him.” Roy said, his eyes dropping to the gun in Jason’s thigh holster.

Jason chose to ignore the look and turned back to Y/N. “Can you walk?”

“I think so.” She took his offered hand and let him pull her up. Her leg shook slightly, but she stayed standing.

Jason turned to Roy, keeping his hand in Y/N’s, and nodded. Roy drew his bow again and started walking back the way they had came. Jason drew his gun and followed, keeping one step ahead of Y/N in case anything decided to jump out at them.

“Nightwing! Stop! Nightwing!” Donna’s shouts were cut up with the sounds of gunfire and fighting. “Nightwing! Stop! Dick!”

Jason started running before he even realised what he was doing, but nothing could have prepared him for the scene that greeted him.

Donna was subduing the last of the Joker’s men in what used to be the dress circle, still calling for Dick to stop in between punches. Dick was on the floor at the edge of the stage, repeatedly punching the person on the floor underneath him. The sight of the purple suit was enough to stop Jason in his tracks. For some reason his brain was struggling to comprehend the sight of his brother with blood soaked gloves and his murderer lying on the floor with a broken face.

“Dick!” Y/N moved before Jason or Roy could stop her and caught Dick’s arm before he could throw another punch. “Dickie?” She said softly.

Dick looked up at her before turning to look at the bloody mess underneath him. Jason spotted the exact moment Dick realised what he’d done; his entire face crumpled and his breathing picked up. But Jason still couldn’t make his legs work, he just stared as Y/N pulled Dick away and wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed to the floor.

Roy shot him a look as he walked towards the Joker, but he didn’t seem to expect Jason to move. Dick’s face had gone blank and he didn’t give any indication he was hearing any of the soft reassurances Y/N was whispering in his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair. Roy took a shuddering breath as he stood back up and met Y/N’s eyes. The shake of Roy’s head broke the last of Jason’s composure and he dropped to his knees, unable to take his eyes off the bloody mess of the Joker’s face.

It was over.

The clown was never going to hurt anyone again.

But it shouldn’t have been Dick.

Jason didn’t even care that someone had got to the clown before him, the only thing he cared about was the fact that it was Dick. Bruce’s golden boy, the one of them who always believed in Bruce’s one rule more than anyone else.

“Jay. Jason. Jason!”

He snapped his head round to find Roy had gone to help Donna secure the Joker’s guys and Y/N was looking at him.

“Jay, he’s bleeding.” Y/N said, looking more panicked than before. It took him far too long to realise she wasn’t talking about the Joker, that the fresh blood on her hand was coming from Dick’s side.

“Shit.” He forced himself to move and dropped down next to her.

Dick was still staring blankly at the wall, Y/N being the only thing keeping him upright. He didn’t move as Jason started prodding at his side.

“What’s wrong?” Donna asked as her and Roy walked over, both of them pointedly ignoring the body on the floor.

“He’s been stabbed through one of his suit joins.” Jason said, taking the roll of gauze Roy offered and pressing it against Dick’s side.

“You two get him out of here. There’s a car outside and both of you clearly need medical attention as well.” Donna said.

“The bats-”

Donna cut Jason off. “We’ll handle it.”

Jason studied her for a moment and then nodded; he could tell she was thinking the same thing he was. None of them knew how Bruce was going to react. Roy passed him the car keys and he managed to get Dick standing as Y/N kept pressure on his side. He let himself take one last look at the bloody mess that used to be the Joker before leading them to the exit.

Part 13

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how about jaybird being protective of an injured batmom? preferably after his ‘death’ <3

Jason watched, horrified as you took a bullet to the chest. Shoving Damian out of the way and into Dick's arms.

It felt like it happened in slow motion. And all he can do is watch welded to the spot. And then he's running. Screaming into his comms that you're down.

"Cavalry?" he said, kneeling next to you, working to get you stabilized.

"Hood- fuck," you pant, "That hurts." You grope for his hand, gripping it tightly. "I'm gonna be okay, baby."

Jason can't speak. He can't do anything but cling to your hand. He can't breathe. And it's not until Cass is shaking his shoulder and dragging him away so Bruce could carry you off the field. To get you away before someone tried to take you to a hospital. "Don't touch her-"

"Hood," Dick said quietly, "Batman can handle it-"

"You don't fucking care. None of you care. She's dying she's-"

"Hood," Dick repeated, "Go with them. Okay? But let Batman carry her."

"She's not dying, Jaylad," Bruce said quietly into his comms, "But we have to get her home. Quickly. So come on."

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #batmom!reader #ask answered #minors dni

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Mean Part two

Summary; Eddie fucked up, he hurt y/n with thoughtless words. What can he do to prove to her how he feels?

Warnings; Angst, Heartache, Fluff.

Part 2 to Mean

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. ❤ I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

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It had been three weeks since the end of her and Eddie's relationship and despite the brave face she was putting on in public in private she was distraught.

Eddie kept trying to speak to her but what could she hear from him that could make things better?

Eddie's words had completely broken her heart.

The words played in her head constantly and she couldn't get them out no matter how she tried.

“You actually think we are together? Jesus H Christ. No. She would drive me fucking nuts dude. What the fuck are you thinking. You all make this school fucking miserable and you think that I would want in on your conforming bullshit. It’s bullshit”.

To her surprise sensing her heartbreak (though only Chrissy knew the reason why) the other cheerleaders were very sweet and did their best to comfort her.

Chrissy was extremely protective as well as Robin while Jason was even more of a douche than normal.

"How could you put our reputation at risk to fuck that freak? He was embarrassed by you anyway so why risk popularity for that shit".

She shakes her head vibrating with rage.

"Oh just fuck off Jason" she storms away though Jason's words hurt her already aching heart.

As she is leaving she bumps into Eddie and looks up into his beautiful, brown eyes. His eyes are red and he looks exhausted.

"Princess" he touches her cheek and she swallows and moves away.

"What happened?".

"Nothing, well Jason being a dick as usual" she mutters and his eyes darken and Dustin bounds up to them.

"Eddie, big dilemma, Lucas needs to catch up on the campaign". Eddie groans and she hears Jason run his mouth again about somebody else and she has enough of listening to him and slips away when Eddie is distracted by Dustin.

❤❤

The next thing she hears is that there was a massive fight in the cafeteria between Eddie and Jason.

Chrissy is pissed at both of them but more at Jason as he started it by harassing Eddie.

"He kept saying about your relationship with Eddie and making mean comments and Eddie lost it". It honestly stunned her so much because Eddie was not a fighter but he was protective of people he cared about.

That's the part that was confusing though he didn't care about her. He made that clear?

Concerned about Eddie she heads down to the nurse's office, he's with Gareth and Dustin arrives too.

Eddies lips are bleeding, cheeks bruised and his knuckles are busted up.

"Oh, Eddie". He looks up and smiles wincing a little as he stands.

"Should see Jason". He jokes and she feels her lips wobbles.

"Eddie, Jason wasn't worth this" his eyes flash and his knuckles tighten.

"You didn't hear the way he was speaking about you". She softens and gently tilts his chin up so he looks at her.

"It's not worth you getting hurt" his jaw tenses and he is fierce as he replies.

"You're worth it".

Her heart races at the conviction in his words and she sits beside him.

"Eddie, I don't understand, you made it clear how you felt?". He shakes his head and there is regret in his eyes.

"I didn't mean any of it, I just saw how Jason was looking at you and I said anything to protect you, protect your reputation".

She frowns.

"By breaking my heart instead?".

Dustin pipes in.

"We've already told him that was stupid". Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Yeah thanks, Henderson, I got that myself". she stifles a smile and Dustin grins.

"He's pretty miserable without you y/n". Gareth tells her and Dustin nods in agreement.

Eddie ignored them both and looks deeply into her eyes.

"I'm going to get you back princess, I am going to prove how much you mean to me". The absolute certainty in his voice, the determination makes her belly fill with butterflies.

She knows that he's serious and is curious to see what he will do.

It was the big game today and as usual, she was working hard with Chrissy to get the routine down with the girls.

Eddie had came to her door every morning with flowers and offered to drive her to school, it was very sweet and it thawed out her anger at him.

Though to be honest it was disappearing bit by bit after his fight with Jason, she had never had anyone go to that kind of length to protect her, she hated he got hurt but the sentiment behind it was sweet.

When it was time for the game and the opening number with the girls she was stunned to see Eddie in the back row with The Hellfire Club.

Eddie rarely if ever came to games as they usually clashed with Hellfire club, on the rare times he did they would spend most of the time after back at hers or Eddie's lost in pleasure.

When the cheerleaders performed the routine he was the loudest supporter of them all and it did make her smile, god she missed that loveable goofball.

Then things took a strange turn, Eddie disappeared for a moment and then came back with something large in his hands.

Wtf was Eddie doing? and where the hell did he get that megaphone? He stands up on the seats right at the back and begins to speak.

"I have something important I have to say and it involves a very special girl, she knows who she is and I fucked up bad, I'm so sorry y/n".

Jason fumes.

"Sit down freak!". From the stands, the Hellfire club boo him and Steve who shouts out.

"Let him speak dude!" Even Chrissy glares at Jason and the next words out of her mouth stun everyone.

"Jason, sit down and shut the fuck up". The whole place descends into stunned silence because when Chrissy Cunningham, the sweetest girl in school loses her cool you know it's best to shut the fuck up.

Eddie smiles and continues thankfully without the megaphone.

"I said some stupid shit, I panicked and didn't want you getting flack because of me and I broke your heart instead which was so dumb. I should have just owned up to how I felt instead of making you feel unwanted by me, there's no excuse princess. I fucked up and I am so sorry".

She listens to him, her heart beating so fast and she tries very hard not to cry.

"The truth is I am so in love with you princess, have been from the moment you said hi to me, I love you so much and I miss you, I fucked up and I'm sorry, if you forgive me then I will never make you doubt how I feel for you again".

"I'll love you so fucking much with everything that I am, forever. I just want you to be mine again". He finishes the speech looking nervous at her reaction.

Some girls were crying, his speech was so heartfelt that she finds herself crying too.

She walks toward him and Jason grabs her arm.

"What the fuck? You are going back with that freak after all?" She wrenches her arm away from him.

She ignores him and heads through the throng of people to Eddie who grabs her hand and gently pulls her to him.

She cups his cheek.

"I forgive you". His eyes widen and he grins in happiness.

"My slightly dramatic love confession win you, round princess?". She giggles.

"That and I miss you. I love you too Eddie, more than anything" they kiss and the Hellfire club cheer. Even some of the crowd join in.

Eddie beams and leads her out to his van he pulls her into a kiss before they head inside and it's mindblowing, fierce and full of adoration.

"I love you" he nuzzles against her neck and she sighs cuddling into him missing this, the closeness, his arms wrapped around her.

"I love you too Eds".

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#eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #eddie munson fluff

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Jaybin who secretly crushes on Roy. Dick almost beats the shit out of Roy when he flirts back (flustering jaybin like the maiden he is!) and oh, he tries so hard to convince himself he’s /not/ jealous, just fulfilling his duty as a protective older brother 👀

This is such a cute little scenario, ahhhhhhhhh!! Thank you for this, anon. Absolutely precious. ♥ Admittedly I'm torn between two situations because like...

1) 'Platonic' Route: Dick completely misunderstanding Jason, assuming his little wing has a crush when really Jason just thinks Dick's friend is cool. Dick unwittingly getting jealous over how Jason's attentions stray to Roy. Conflict because Roy is a great person, but also snippy irritation because Roy isn't letting Jason down at all what the fuck, Harper? Roy being 1200% aware that Dick is a jealous and possessive ass and sort of just being in awe over how oblivious Dick can be.

And omg Roy telling Dick that he's not interested in Jason like that after Dick starts to become a bit too much of a protective brother complex brother. Only then Dick turns around and gets irrationally irritated because why the fuck not? His little wing is cute as fuck and just as capable and wonderful. What's Roy saying, huh? He'd be lucky to have Jason.

2) Crush Route: Where Jason has a genuine crush on his older brother's cool friend. Dick only realizing it when Jason gets uncharacteristically distracted as they're training/sparring. And sure, it's Dick that ends up kicking Jason in the stomach (because Jason forgets Dick is even there - the kid doesn't block or dodge or anything - wholly caught up in watching as Roy passes them by), but it's Dick who feels the brunt of it straight in his gut because oh no. No, no, no.

He'd put the pieces together so fast his own thoughts would be reeling. It's the blush high on Jason's cheeks that gives it away. And it would only get worse as Roy startles at what happened, jogging across the gym to check in on their new Robin while teasing Dick about not being so rough on the kid, come on Grayson. You okay, Jaybird?

Then Dick would just exist on the fringes as Roy checks on Jason. As Jason's expression shifts through the full range of human emotions before settling on something so uncharacteristically timid (and sweet and sheepish and boyish and who the fuck is this?) As Jason smiles (and again - it's different and leaves Dick feeling a little unsteady).

Obviously there are two ways that he can handle this. 1) Be supportive. 2) Be petty.

Roy tells him not to worry about it. It's a puppy crush - it'll pass. Dick doesn't know about that. Roy's kind of amazing, doesn't he know? Which would almost take Roy out at the knees if only Dick wasn't so grumpy while saying it. Petulant as Dick is about the matter, the compliment is genuine though and Roy just rolls his eyes because Dick is being highkey dramatic.

Needless to say, pettiness wins out. Only Dick isn't even aware that it wins - it's just what happens. Or rather, possessive jealous feelings happen. Which Roy again rolls his eyes at because Jason might have a puppy crush, but what about Dick? Being kind of intense there, Grayson.

To which Dick defends himself by claiming to be being a big brother. And Roy laughs because yeah, sure thing brother dear.

Then like - just a bunch of Dick running interference where it isn't needed. Roy having the patience of a saint because like Jason he's been charmed by the demon night terror that is Dick Grayson. Jason playing at being irritated at Dick's change in behavior but really? He doesn't mind all of Dick's sudden attention because it's not only Roy Jason is crushing on. Which Roy is very aware of and Dick is just - not.

Which leads to even more shenanigans of these three falling into a relationship together somehow and it's wonderful.

Personally vibing with a true poly situation but like, DickRoy sharing Jason without having a big thing between them themselves is also cute.

#jaydick #dickjay #dickroy #jayroy #royjay #dick grayson #jason todd #roy harper #fair warning for age difference #jaybin content

[secretnimh]

Misconception that DC has tried to retroactively make the new canon to varying degrees

"Jason died because he was reckless and angry and wanted to prove himself - thus ignoring batman's order's to stay put and getting killed by the joker because his experience was inadequate to take him on"

What actually happened, largely abridged

"Jason was trying to prove himself to Batman" bull, actually - after Jason overheard Bruce and Alfred saying he should be benched from robin, he ran out of the house to clear his head, and returned to his old apartment. there, he unexpectedly came across the info that his mom wasn't actually his birth mom, and decided to go find her (bc Bruce is terrible with expressing his emotions, and inadvertently made both dick AND Jason feel like their place in his life/at the manor was dependent on being robin, so being fired feels a hell of a lot like being unwanted/kicked out - like. we know this. it happened with dick. It's gonna happen similarly but differently with Tim. it's a theme)

finding her just also happened to mean checking out various potential moms, not all of which were local, or even in the country...  so, sure, angry, but also really upset and all those other complicated emotions that come along with "I think my dad doesn't want me around anymore" and "oh wow i have a living parent out there in the world"

Bruce didn't even notice he ran away btw?? to another COUNTRY???? Bruce was tracking down Joker for a case and legit just HAPPENED to come across him bc his search for Joker coincided with Jason's search for his mother???? sir????????????? Jason is 15???? and also canonically so, so small. 4'6" i mean come on, not only is he objectively young but he definitely *looks* young, too

anyway they team up. it's kinda cute - also would have been low-key fun if Shiva *was* his mom I won't lie, but like, Cass exists and is so wonderful, that funky lil opportunity for additional bat and shiva drama was banked on

then they find Jason's mom and Bruce... leaves him with her???? Like, okay, sure, she's biologically related to him, and seems like a nice enough person bc she does work w a humanitarian organization, but sir. That is your small child you're leaving alone with a stranger in an unfamiliar place in an unfamiliar COUNTRY can we re-think this decision.

shenanigans happen and they both team up again for the joker thing, which ends w Bruce running off to save civilians from a truck full of bombs or something, and Jason keeping an eye on the warehouse joker and his mom are in. B tells Jason to stay put, and Jason is annoyed but agrees. he has literally every intention of staying out of Joker's way while Batman is away!!

of course, baby 15 year old jason (and b!!) think jay's mom is being *forced* to work with joker. What's a baby to do when his mom comes out and says he needs to leave well enough alone?? a baby will tell her he's robin and can help, that's what!! That she doesn't need to worry and he's more capable of protecting her than she thinks! and what's a shitty mother who cares more about her reputation and money than a child's life to do?? Tell him joker isn't at the warehouse anymore, obviously, it's all totally fine and Jason should definitely come inside while she grabs some things - oh but yes please walk ahead of her, of course. And *then* she pulls a gun on on him, right before they meet the very clown she swore had left.

He's not expecting the joker! He definitely wasn't expecting his mother to lie to him!! Reckless, rash, and angry my ass. If anything killed Jason, it was that he put too much love and trust and the earnest will to see good in people.

And it's really fucking sad that, after all that trauma - his death and resurrection both - after feeling betrayed and forgotten by his family, feeling his life wasn't *worth* a damn in the end, that he ultimately lost that ability to see the good before the bad and just trust that there are better people in the world - from too much empathy to not nearly enough

#dc #jason todd #robin jason #ik this seems out of context and unprompted #but i was getting too rambly in a discord and wanna get my rambles out

[trying414]

Maribat Prompt

This was titled post-idea, and i literally just copy-pasted my note, so thats why theres the crying prompt thing at the bottom.

Also, none of this is meant to be offensive or anything. I wholly support all genders/sexualities. And I'm pro-choice. So if this is offensive, I'm so sorry, and please let me know (gently, im sensitive) so I can try to correct myself ❤️

Damian ladybug, Marinette black cat

"Father, I have acquired a kitten. I'm keeping her. She's MINE." (Stake his claim so no adoption occurs. But also the kitten joke because he loves animals.)

"Holy shit, it's hereditary." (I've definitely seen this line with Mari being a cat, but she's always with a bird. Not a bug. Which is fun for the cat-who-got-the-canary plays, but not what I'm going for with this idea.)

He can become red bird or something, I don't know. He can't be ladybird. I know that would relate, but he's not a lady.

Unless 

Maybe he does it just to spite people

And take down sexist, discriminating assholes

He might

His brothers would laugh, but they would get behind the cause

It would seem so out of character

But he would enjoy trolling people

Maybe the bats mention ladybird strategically

People are looking for a female

And then as soon as one starts talking shit, BAM!

LADYBIRD IS A DUDE WTF

STAB STAB STAB

OW OW OW

(Those two lines were a reference to a play I was in when I was in high school and they fit perfectly 😂)

😘 drink your respect women juice, kids

And accept all.

Oh my God, though.

I know this started as damian, but could you imagine dick or Jason? Maybe even Tim. I feel like damian is just the least likely to pull this shit.

"Ladybird is a dude wtf"

Cue fake tears "I'm TRANS you PRICK"

he's not, but he supports whole heartedly and that will teach them not to assume one's gender

Suddenly, gothamites have united for Trans rights. Pride month is bigger than before. And gothamites protect their own. Someone says shit about their "Trans" bat? Oh FUCK no. And all the Trans gothamites finally feel represented. Whichever batbro is playing that part takes pride in helping them feel represented. He may not be Trans himself. But he knows how important it is to feel like you matter.

Bonus if it's Jason because he lived on the streets. He knows what being Trans and unaccepted can do to people, whether it be murder or suicide or rape. He's seen them turn to "hormone therapies" found on the street because they can't afford proper medical help or their family doesn't support it and the drugs are a bad batch or laced with something or not even the correct drug at all, and the next thing he knows, they're addicts or dead. Fuck yes he's going to represent.

Give him a more tragic backstory. Maybe he had a trans friend on the street that wasn't accepted by their family. Maybe he tried to help them get the drugs or tried to talk them out of it (having seen his own mother). And they died for it. So when he has the opportunity to represent, he takes it. No one knows if he's mtf or ftm. Maybe he's nonbinary or genderfluid (though I'm pretty sure that's not trans? I could be wrong. And if I am, please gently correct me. I want to learn, not be attacked.) Hell, maybe he's nb or genderfluid outside of the mask. I don't know. I don't think he would be trans, if I'm being honest. The only one I think I could really see as trans is Tim. Though, I'm sure there are great ways to spin Jason as trans, and no hate on that. Just not for this au (though if someone wants to run with this idea and make him trans, I have no problem with that, and I will happily read it 😊)

Fuck, I just wrote a whole goddamn prompt 😭

#batfam #marinette x batfam #maribat #prompt #maribat prompt #fanfic prompt #mlb #dc batman #trans rights #lgbtq #it didnt start that way but my mind spiralled #it happens...happens a lot. #this is why i cant finish my school project #because spiral #marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne al ghul #tim drake wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #love and be loved #love is love #let people be who they are #❤️ #im sensitive #if this is offensive or im wrong about something pls be gentle with me

[deathsmallcaps]

What kind of tans would the Batfam get during the summer?

Alfred: When he was young and in the service, Alfred got a nice tan on his legs, forearms and face. But that has mostly faded with age and inside work now. Extremely conscientious of the dangerous effect the sun has on skin, he now wears protective gear when gardening (which happens less and less as he grows older) and a healthy amount of sunscreen. However, he still vacations on beaches when he has the time, so he has a swimsuit tan.

Bruce: Sunscreens the fuck up. Can he tan? Slightly. Will he? No. He’s a little afraid of sunburn pains, and while his years of training have toughened up his skin, it’s not like he exactly WANTS to have rough skin. He got one (1) cancerous mole when with Ra’s Al Ghul and doesn’t want to tempt fate.

Selina: she was always a little sad she was never as tan as her mother, and so went through a phase where she went to tanning beds. She didn’t like the result, expense, or bluster from the doctor, however, and when one of her friends had a serious skin cancer scare, she quit. Still, Selina loves lounging by the pool in a bikini, and never puts on as much sunscreen that her loved ones would want her to apply. But as she’s largely nocturnal; and often wears a full body once piece, her tan is largely consistent but not a huge change from her look during the winter.

Dick: he always gets a nice golden brown, isn’t afraid of going swimming or sunning in *not much*, but is still conscientious of health and uses sunscreen and goes to the dermatologist regularly. He does have a bit of a sock tan though - he rolls them all the way up when wearing sneakers because he’s a dork.

Barbara: Lobster red burn, peel, back to pale with maybe some new freckles - repeat. She’s given up. She puts sunscreen on her scalp. She’s kind of jealous of Dick. Swears she once got a burn from the moon.

Jason: T shirt tan. All the way. Would have a red neck except he’s always wearing helmets. He sometimes wears a tank top outside enough that there is a 2nd level of tanning, but not too often. Also, he likes boots, so he doesn’t wear shorts and short socks often.

Cass: burnt herself a LOT during her early years as a free person. She loved the warmth and comfort of napping in the sun. She’s learned to be more careful, but you can still find her napping on roofs. As such, she develops a nice, healthy looking tan, but she sort of has the same tan outline as Jason - she doesn’t have a set outfit she usually wears, but it usually approximates a tshirt and varying lengths of pants. Her feet are brown though - she goes barefoot as much as possible.

Tim: Hasn’t ever tried for a tan really. He knew he was Supposed To wear sunscreen, and it’s one of the self care habits he didn’t really neglect. But he’s in the habit of wearing longer clothing anyway, so all that really regularly sees the sun is his hands and face.

Steph: a nice, athletic tan. She spends as much time outside as she can, often running. This originally stemmed from trying to be away from her house as much as possible, and grew to a true enjoyment. She sometimes jogs in a sports bra, so her midriff is a bit tan.

Damian: Damian doesn’t really see the point of tanning, as for most of his early childhood, he wore protective gear and/or worked in the literal shadows/inside like other sensible people who live in deserts. But he also values being outside, sometimes running with Stephanie, and finds Gotham to be too dreary to waste any sun he gets. So he tans quite nicely, though his lines seem to be a mix of Stephanie’s and Cassandra’s

Duke: Duke has a swim shorts tan. Ever since he was a kid, but especially since finding out about his light powers, Duke enjoys the light as much as possible. He also needs to keep up with the tans of people who DON’T spend many daylight hours in a supersuit. So while he does apply sunscreen, he especially applies it to the lower half of the face, as he’s afraid the difference in tone could be noticeable. Either it works or people really don’t care, as no one ever mentions it or uses it against him. Sometimes he’ll join Cassandra on a roof for a sunbeam nap.

Terry: Aesthetically not into tanning. He doesn’t avoid it exactly, but he definitely doesn’t go out of his way to get one. Occasionally gets sunburns when his forearms have been meaning by the car window for too long. Terry does not see the point of working on things like cars and machinery outside of perfectly good garages, thank you very much.

Matt: used to run from concerned adults with their sunscreen - not because he especially hated it, but because it took too long. He still hasn’t gotten into the habit, and so does the ol’ burn-then-tan thing very often. As such, he basically had a T-shirt tan.

#bat family #i used to trawl that tag when I was like 17 on ao3 #i would at least look at the story description for each one #i was obsessed with the family #dick Grayson #jason Todd #Cassandra Cain #batman #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian al ghul #damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #the cass one came was inspired by a fic where cass #sometimes got dehydrated after storms because the moist air made her forget to drink #idk why I did this

[anawrites3]

A super-hero takes advantage of Dick and forces him to blow him. Dick of course hides what happens but Slade knows something's up. A while later he runs into said "hero" and the two battle. The man brags about "fucking Nightslut's mouth" which allows Slade to piece the whole thing together and separate his head from his shoulders. :)

A week later Dick receives a bloodied item belonging to the man. Everyone interprets it as Deathstroke threatening Dick and basically telling him he's next. Only Dick knows that Slade is telling him he is safe now.

(Their relationship is a secret, but it is the best secret Dick has ever kept.)

I love how everyone would get scared and tried to get Dick somewhere safe and Dick would be just sighing in love, thinking about his man 😂💕 Lemme just-

"Grayson, please!" Damian begged, closing his fists on his brother's sleeve. "This is a serious matter!"

"Nothing good ever comes from a man like Deathstroke sending others things." Tim looked close to crying. They all knew that nothing could stop Deathstroke if he was set on something. "And this is a bloodied weapon of a hero who got killed just a few days ago, wrapped in a gift paper!"

"Calm down-" Dick began, though he wasn't sure what to say.

He didn't want his family to see the packet, he didn't want them to know what was going between him and Slade. He especially didn't want them to know why exactly Slade sent him a belonging of a dead man, killed brutally with Deathstroke's own hands.

But now they all think that Slade's going to kill him and are desperate to keep Dick safe. Dick knew his family, knew he would act the same if it happened to one of his siblings. Maybe... maybe he should just tell them about their relationship? What's the worst that can happen...?

"Throw this thing out." Jason suddenly growled, yanking the weapon out of Dick's hand. "This damn bastard thinks he can scare us-"

"No! Give it back!"

Jason's eyes widened in shock, the bits of green that began to show there dissapearing. Dick grabbed the weapon back. On the one hand he didn't want to have anything that reminded him of that so-called hero, didn't want to think back to what the man did to him but it was a gift from Slade, it was the sign that Slade loves him and cares for him and is ready to kill everyone who hurt him. Dick should feel bad about it, about a man dying because of him but after what he was made to do...

A small part of him was happy because of it. A small part of him felt good and safe that that bastard won't hurt him or anyone else anymore.

A bad, already corrupted part of him fell even more in love with Slade.

"I'm not throwing it out." Dick said firmly.

"Dick, think rationally." Bruce hissed, taking a step closer. Damian still didn't let go of Dick's sleeve. "Wilson sent you a weapon, still in blood, that belonged to the man he killed. There wasn't any contract over his head, Wilson murdered him just like that and you can be next-"

"Calm down, Bruce! Slade won't hurt me!"

"And how the hell can you be so sure of that?" Jason demanded.

"Because we're dating!"

Oops. He didn't mean to say this. Not like that.

A silence fell over the room, everyone taking in the meaning of Dick's words. Dick considered just turning away, maybe going back to his apartment in Bludhaven? Everything was already too much. But then Damian tugged him closer, his face twisting in a little frown.

"Well." he said slowly. "I suppose you always could choose a less suitable suitor. Wilson's at least a good fighter and is capable of protecting you. You have my approval, Grayson."

Dick breathed out in relief and ran his fingers through his brother's hair, more to calm himself than anything else.

"Thank you, Dami." he murmured. "It means a lot."

"Good." the boy scoffed, making Dick smile.

"Um? Can we go back to the part where deadly mercenary sent you some kind of a trophy?" Tim prompted. He looked confused and uncomfortable, perhaps because he was standing the closest to Bruce who was frozen in shock. Jason was stilled as well but it looked like he was at least breathing. "Is that some creepy way of asserting dominance or something?"

"I'm not telling you that." Dick pressed his lips into a thin line. He already said too much anyway.

"You are aware that we'll find out anyway, right?" Jason unfroze to snarl. He looked less furious than before but he still cracked his knuckles in a nervous habit.

"I'm pretty sure you won't. Slade won't tell you anything and the only other person is already dead."

Dick felt drained. It was a really tiring couple of days and he just wanted to curl in his bed. Maybe cry a bit too if he got any tears left.

Damian curled his arms around Dick's waist at his words. Jason's mouth fell open. Tim's knees buckled a bit underneath him.

They didn't need to hear anything else. Whatever that man did to Dick to made Slade furious enough to tear him apart...

"Dick-"

Bruce marched forward.

"What did you do?" he demanded and Dick suddenly felt very grateful for his little brother holding him.

"I'm-" he began and his voice cracked. He couldn't help but to think back to that man, to what happened just a few weeks ago- maybe if he just-

"Bruce, what the fuck!" one of his brothers hissed but he wasn't sure which one.

"I didn't- he-"

It was my fault, my fault, I should fight more, I shouldn't let it happen, then he still would be alive-

"You don't have to say anything, Dick." Jason stepped between him and Bruce, stopping the older man from coming even closer to his brother. "We won't ask."

"Jason-" Bruce began warningly.

"I didn't want him to-" Dick couldn't think, couldn't breathe-

"Shh. Let's get you somewhere comfy, Dick." Tim threw his arm over his shoulder and slowly lead him towards the door. "We can watch a movie, huh?"

"He made me- I didn't want to-"

"Shh, it's okay. We'll get some snacks too. What do you think? Maybe we can convince Alfred to let us eat some of that sugary cereal he hides from you."

"I'll go get it!"

"Slade-" Dick tried again but he didn't know how to form words anymore, he just wanted to know that he's safe and he was always safe with Slade.

"I'll call him." Jason offered, already slipping his hand into Dick's pocket to fish out his phone. "He'll be there soon, try and realx for us, alright Dickie?"

Dick noded and let his brothers lead him towards the living room. Bruce stayed behind without another word, his fists clenching by his sides.

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Alright, this got dark pretty quickly! 😂 Im gonna stop there because I won't be able to stop myself and its so long already fsgdvs but anyway Slade came over, watched a movie together with boys and when Dick went to sleep he went to have a talk with Bruce. They fought, obviously, yelled and argued but Bruce came back to his senses and apologized to Dick for blaming him when he was a victim. Dick forgives him obviously 🙄 and Slade takes his little bird home and reminds him that he'll always keep him safe 🤗

#sladick #my reply #my writing #also im sorry it took me so long to answer but im sick and cant focus on anything :> #jelly <3 #bruce is trying #but he focus too much on the fact that someone got killed #even if its someone who hurt his son #and his brothers had enough of that bullshit #they just worry about him #but hey if a mercenary wants to protect their brother theyre more than okay with that #maybe finally someone will take care of Dick #batbros #this has so many typos im so sorry 😂 #pls ignore them

[sardonic-sprite]

Wake me up when it's all over

Dick was running, sprinting as fast as he could and yet never drawing closer to his goal. Laughter and screams clamored in freakish dissonance, underscored by a taunting, threatening, tick, tick, tick...

The building still looked a mile away, but Dick had made it close enough now to hear the snapping of bones.

"Can't fly with broken wings, now, can we, birdie?"

Jason sobbed. Fly? He couldn't even move. Just trying to breathe hurt, the agony so persistent that each new blow barely registered as new pain.

He could hear the wet, ragged gasps of sunken-in lungs, fighting for enough air. Jason was always fighting.

Dick had promised he wouldn't have to fight alone anymore, but he was, he was, and Dick was too fucking slow, why couldn't he get any closer?

He was dying.

Jason was dying.

Dick couldn't save him.

The laughter crescendoed, drowning out the sobs and gasps but not the tick, tick, tick...

"Dick. Dick. Dick!"

"JASON!"

Boom.

Dick screamed as everything went dark, grabbing at empty air like he could snatch his brother away from the blast.

The air wasn't empty.

A young voice yelped and oof'ed as Dick dragged him close and held him tight, burying his head in their hair and pressing his fingers to the quick, steady pulse at their throat. Alive.

"Dick..." the wrong brother whispered. "It was a dream."

Light flared and assaulted Dick's eyes as another voice, this a half-awake growl, demanded, "What happened?"

"Nightmare," Tim said quietly, pulling out of Dick's arms. He met Dick's eyes sadly. "You had a nightmare, Dick."

So Jason wasn't-- No. No, Jason was dead. The dream's lie was that Dick could have even tried to save him. A sob slipped out.

Tim lay down against him again, burrowing closer and hiding his face in Dick's shoulder. Bruce turned the light off and sank down on the side of the bed, setting a bracing hand on Dick's knee.

"It's alright, chum," he lied, voice wavering. "He can't be hurt or afraid anymore."

Jason was suffocating, black smoke choking out all the air and light. He thrashed against the rubble that pinned him down--

--and it flew off him with a yelp.

Jason jerked and blinked, and everything reset and snapped back to clarity; the lamp on the table showing him the small boy in rumpled robes, several paces back, and the light from the hallway framing the woman still in day clothes, stepping closer.

He took a shuddering breath and drew his knees up to his chest, hiding his face against them, as if it could block sight of his tears.

"Akhi?" Damian called tremulously, and Jason slowly reached out with one hand. A small, warm hand slipped into his grasp, and Jason tugged him close, adjusting to curl around Damian, like the kid was Jason's teddy bear. Like Jason was the kid's shield from a blast.

Jason barely felt the mattress sink on his other side before a cool, gentle hand smoothed his sweaty hair away from his face. A second later, lips pressed a kiss to his temple.

Talia didn't tell him he was safe now. She wouldn't lie. But she did whisper, "Go back to sleep, Jason. I will protect you."

And she wouldn't lie.

#winter whumperland 2022 #day 1 #shared nightmares #ptsd fic #batman #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #sprite wrote #also on ao3 #amow winter whumperland 2022