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#and that's the image of bruce that jason is chasing
flamingpudding · 10 days
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I have a theory!
Duke groaned, his head tumping against his desk on his side of the room. He had heard these words often enough by now to know that his roommate was going to start ranting about something strange but weirdly fascinating again.
The last time his roommate started with that, he went on a rant how all rich people have a secret basement below their homes or some secretly identities with a bulletpoint list of what to look out for as a warning. Which Duke had a hard time not laughing about as he thought about Bruce, who ended up checking a lot of the bulletpoints.
"Danny what is it now?" Duke ended up asking after all. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop his roommate. No one aside from his sister apparently could, Danny even gave her number to Duke as an emergency number in case Danny ever gets so caught up in his own thoughts that even he himself couldn't stop himself anymore. Yeah that was weird to watch Danny trying to stop himself, but it was fascinating that his sister only needed to say his name twice over the speaker.
"Duke hear me out!" Okay of to a good start, so this meant Danny wasn't a hundred percent behind his own theory.
"Red Hood is a ghost or part ghost!"
If Duke had been drinking something, he would have taken a spit take here. For some reasons he had the image of Jason wearing a bed sheet saying the most deadpan 'Boo' in his head when Danny said that. He coughed, trying to hide that amusement. "What makes you say that?"
"You know how you 'saw' that I am a 'Meta'?" Danny ask him in return and Duke nodded still feeling a but weird with how Danny sounded when he refred to himself as Meta but also vividly remembering how his roommate pretty much blinded him on the day he moved into the dorms. "I can kind of see something similar. Like I explained how I have a ghost sense and all that, right?"
"Yea, you did." Duke nodded along, he new his roommate became a Meta through a lab accident. Once Duke had asked him and they had the cleared the air about both of them being Metas, Danny had somewhat opened up a bit on his whole weird family and Duke thought his family wasn't normal but compared to the Fentons the Batfamily might as well could be.
"Well last night I ran into him when I went scrap collecting for my engineering project!"
"DANNY!" Duke couldn't help but scowl. One the school was providing materials, Danny didn't need to do that and two, if he met Red Hood aka Jason that meant Danny wandered far enough to end up near or in Crime Alley! He would need to bug Jason later to find out more about that.
"I know, I know." His roommate waved him off. "Anyway, my ghost sense tingled. Soooo Red Hood got to be a ghost or part ghost, considering he hit a wall instead of phasing through it when he chased me..."
"Danny!" Duke scowled him again, hidding his amusement behind it. Now, he really had to get THAT story out of Jason later, plus he wanted to see if there maybe was possible video proof of Jason running into a wall chasing after Danny.
"Anyway! I got more than just that! Listen here, you know how I told you about some of my parents' inventions..." Danny instead continued finally starting his rant.
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bruciemilf · 11 months
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Battinson with baby Tim and Jason, please?
I love Annie, so please, give me all the adoption AUs. There's some real angst In Bruce honestly believing kids are the single luxury he'll never afford.
Plus, if those kids who used to crush his fingers between doors for fun were right about one thing, is that the Waynes were cursed. He'll never put anyone through that.
Bruce who meets Jason when he sees some of Falcone's men chasing him, saves him, and it's just his rotten luck that someone took a pic.
Apparently, he's the father of a little Crime Alley bandit successfully hid from the public.
Jason thinking Bruce keeps him around for image while Bruce genuinely loves him, sure, angsty. But.
What if Bruce wasn't a Wayne?
I'm just thinking of a prince and pauper fusion with Tommy Elliot, who's switched at birth with a baby boy that's so deathly pale and quiet.
Bruce who grows up in foster care, raising againts the odds, finally getting into college to become a paediatrician.
He interns, sometimes, for Wayne Ent, because Mr. Thomas likes his green energy, affordable ideas.
"I know it's horrible for me to say this, but," He sighs, " I wish my son was a bit like you." Bruce tells him, trust me, no one should be like me. But thank you. And please, tell Alfred to not pack 30 containers of food.
Bruce also works as a nurse. He comes home beat and sleepless and he doesn't even know how his apartment is clean. Doesn't know who covers him with a blanket after he collapses in a deep sleep.
He does find out, when he finds Dick, Jason, and Tim eating his food after a long shift that ended early. Dick, 15 and tall like a brickhouse, tackles him while the others run, " You don't tell anyone. Least of all Tom. Got it?"
He frowns. Tom did say (Bruce doesn't want to sound mean, but it did convey more like bragging) he just adopted a few boys. "But you're adopted by the richest man in Gotham. Why come here?"
Dick huffs, " He's gonna throw us out the minute he wins the election. Plus, this was OUR house before you moved in. This is Catherine's house. We're not moving."
Jason, a tiny little thing, steps forward, tear marks drying on his hollow cheeks. " ...You need to make sweets. Those blueberry fudge cakes you make when you're sad."
Bruce accepts. " But you have to tell me everything. Deal?"
Clark Kent, a reporter who's been assigned to investigate Gotham's potential trust fund mayor, whom rented the cheapest apartment right next to Bruce, thinks that's very interesting story indeed.
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neiveel3llson · 3 months
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Alfred: I didn’t even realize how sarcastic I was being. It’s starting to become a problem, I believe.
Dick: I lost Damian.
Y/N: How did you LOSE Damian?!
Dick: To be fair, he is very small.
Bruce: Did you have to stab them?
Jason: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me.
Bruce: What did they say?
Jason: "What are you going to do, stab me?"
Bruce: That’s fair.
Y/N: *screaming while holding something large.*
Dick: *Chasing Y/N, screaming at them to not throw the large object.*
Jason: *Crouching at the car window, begging Damian not to call Bruce.*
Dispatcher: 911, what's your emergancy?
Tim: We locked our baby brother in the car and people are judging us!
*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*
Jason: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.
Tim: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.
Y/N: if you want information it is
Dick: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?
Jason: What are you talking about Dick? You love it here!
Dick: I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome.
Damian: You need to be more careful!
Bruce, who was dragged into Damian's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-
Damian: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs.
Y/N: Those are bones, Damian.
Damian: *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.
Bruce: Yeah, I find it quite emotional. In like a cool way.
Alfred: Sir, did you just say it makes you cry in a cool way?
Damian: But what about Y/N?
Jason: Don't worry about them.
Jason: I once watched them fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating their hotdog like nothing happened.
Tim: Your problem is that you’ve got no common sense.
Y/N: I’ve got plenty of common sense!
Y/N: I just choose to ignore it.
*Playing house with Damian and Jon.*
Jason, at Jon: You're my significant other.
Jon: Yeah I am!
Jason, at Dick: You're my child.
Dick: *Rolls eyes* Yes boss.
Jason, at Tim: You're my bitch.
Tim: Yeah I am- wait, what?
Jason, at Y/N: My bestie.
Y/N: Naturally.
Jason, Damian: HA, GAY!
Damian: Fuck you.
Alfred: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.
Bruce: You mean you stabbed them?
Alfred: They ran into my knife, sir.
Bruce: Breaking News, Dick has disappointed us.
Tim: Why do you look like that?
Damian, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?
Tim: Like you’re dead.
Damian: It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish.
Alfred: Young master Damian accidentally called Y/N “babe” in front of everyone today.
Damian: *sobs into the floor*
Alfred: *Turns on the kitchen light*
Y/N: *Sitting at the table, eating bread*
Alfred: It’s four in the morning, young master.
Y/N: Turn the light back off.
Bruce: This is a judgement free zone.
*Pulls out a knife the size of their forearm*
Bruce: And I mean it.
Tim: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.
Y/N: Listen, in the wild wild west there is always a woman in the saloon and nobody messes with her even though they all have guns.
Dick: That's because she's a prostitute.
Bruce: Tim, why are you crying?
Tim: This book is so sad!!
Bruce, picking it up: But this is my diary-
Dick: Can we talk about that mass email you sent?
Y/N: Why? It was important.
Dick: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit".
Damian, shrugging: The people need to know.
Y/N, to Jason: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.
Jason: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.
Y/N: You just told me you're pregnant.
Damian: Congratulations Jason, you're glowing!
Y/N: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.
*When Y/N and Jason were young and new.*
Bruce: Where the devil is Alfred?
Y/N: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe he melted?
Tim: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?
Jason: Thanks for opening my message and not responding.
Y/N: All good bro, any time.
Jason: Fuck you.
Damian, over radio: Testing. Testing. Bruce, can you hear me?
Bruce, standing next to Damian: I’m standing right here.
Damian: You’re coming through good and loud.
Bruce: ‘Cause I’m standing right here.
Alfred: Perhaps, the true treasure was friendship all along. Although, I hope not, because I cannot spend friendship on new suits.
Damian: You wanna fight?! You got one!
Y/N: Okay! *raises fists*
*Bruce runs in, scoops Y/N up in their arms, and runs away carrying them because he just didnt want them to fight. Yet.*
Damian:
Damian: What?
Y/N: Any questions?
Dick: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
Y/N: Uh, a plan, duh...
Damian: Dick, chill, I know it’s weird, but Y/N has a point.
Dick:
Dick: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!
*Alternatively*
Joker: Any questions?
Y/N: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
Joker: Uh, a plan, duh...
Harley: Y/N, chill, I know it’s weird, but Joker has a point.
Y/N:
Y/N: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!
Bruce, answering the phone: Hello?
Damian: It’s Damian.
Bruce: What did they do this time?
Damian: No, it’s me, Damian. It’s actually me.
Bruce: What did you do this time?
Dick: Everyone thinks you suck.
Joker: I think you have the wrong number…
Dick: Damian?
Joker: Nope. Joker.
Dick: Well, you probably suck too…
Y/N: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying.
Tim: And?
Y/N: And you are.
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frownyalfred · 5 months
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yo man the term "hunting down a pup" sound so brutal for some reason ☠️ I imagined a feral creature running like crazy chasing after the pup and I just can't take this image out of my head
I hands down believe, should the situation require it, Lex and Bruce absolutely would have hunted Jason down through the night if they needed to. That is a pup. He needs to be taken home and wrapped up in some blankets right now.
Also, I hc that mature omegas have the best noses out of almost anyone, save maybe Clark. So even if Jason was trying to get away, he'd always be a little behind Bruce and Lex in sense and instincts. And the protect pack pup drive is crazy strong!
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prismuffin · 9 months
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Major Triggering warning for Self-harm (I just wanted to give you the notice before you read. I know it's not everyone jazz)
So I'm noticing an increase of horny asks with the new followers. So let's do an angst ask to balance some shit out!!
How about Batman getting the empty nest feaver again and impulsively adopting a teen in Joker's "care." And without realizing it, he starts to project Joker's image and shit onto the teen. The teen senses this, turning to self-hatred and trying to stop everything that looks like a mannerism of a joker. They Reader starts to wear more black and grey, jumping away from purple n green. Just wanting to be loved. Trying to find a way to make Bruce happy.
So! How would the batboys + Batman/ Bruce Wayne react to finding out the teen was self-harming and, during the breakdown, scream, ' When you look at me, all you see is him! What can I do to get out of his shadow?? I just want to be loved!' while crying.
Dick and Jason notice the teen is becoming more withdrawn, always wearing long clothing, etc. All of the red flags.
Dick wanting to help, confronts Reader about the behavior change, and Reader gets defensive. At some point, Jason yells for Reader to remove his shirt to prove he's not self-harming. (less out of anger, more out of concern and fear). When Reader does, everyone sees that there isn't an inch of skin that isn't scared. Some being as fresh as yesterday.
DUDE I HAD THIS WHOLE ASK WRITTEN AND IT DELETED RIGJT AS I WENT TI OOST IT OMG I’m so mad genuinely ong TW SELF HARM I’m gonna try and write this from memory ok sooooo I think that-
Dick notices it first, the way you start to pull back from the family. He tries to help indirectly but it doesn’t seem to be working. He can’t help but get more worried the more you start to withdrawal yourself.
Jason sees the signs next but he tries to brush them off. Initially he thought that you’d begun to embrace the Batman and that’s why you’d switched to darker clothing. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something deeper than that. After a while he talks to Dick, asking him if he’s noticed anything off about how you’d been acting recently and that’s when Dick opens up about everything he’s been noticing. It doesn’t take them long to reach the same conclusion and their hearts sink as they try and come up with a plan to help you out.
At first they try and get you to reach out first by reminding you constantly that they’re there for you if you ever have something in your mind or want to talk but you always brush them off and say you’re fine. Tim notices what they’re doing and confronts the two of them and they open up about everything they’ve noticed. He quickly tells them that they should talk to you directly before it’s too late.
Dick confronts you one day as softly as he possibly could but of course it still doesn’t go over well. You just denied everything immediately even after he tells you that he’s not mad at you for it. He continues to confront you until you have enough and walk away from him. He chases after you, still trying to talk you through everything but you continue to deny his claims as you speedwalk away. Eventually you run into Jason who immediately knows what’s going on. He tried to help Dick by telling you that nobody was mad and that they just wanted to help. The bickering turned into arguing which caught the attention of everyone else. Jason was sick of you denying what was so obvious in his eyes that he told you to prove it to him. Take off your sweatshirt, prove that you weren’t self harming and he’d apologize and leave you alone.
Backed into a corner, you angrily ripped off your hoodie, tears clouding your vision as you heard the horrified gasps from everyone. You breathed heavily as you heard Bruce ask why. Angrily throwing down the jacket in your hands, you screamed. You screamed about how he’d projected onto you, how you were afraid to turn out just like the Joker and how you couldn’t stand it when they all looked at you with accusing eyes. It made them all cry that day, seeing you so helpless, and the scars, there was way more than they’d ever imagined. Most old, but many fresh, and surprisingly Bruce is the first to take initiative in comforting you. He dismisses all of your thoughts immediately, telling you how your fathers actions don’t define you and that he’s sorry that he’d made it seem that way. It’s shocked everyone but eventually they all joined in, comforting you and telling you how they really saw you.
You were simply their sibling and that was it. You were their struggling sibling and they were here for you.
( Dude if this feels rushed in sorry I had to rewrite it completely💀 )
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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 2 months
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Sunrise
First posted: May 11, 2019
Focuses on: Jason Todd and Damian Wayne
Tier: Middle of the road, not super popular but with more hits than I expected
This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.
Another ficiversary "give me a fic I've written and I'll add more" entry, this time adding Jason's perspective to Safe House. Also, I'll say up top here so I don't forget like I think I might have on Safe House's BTS brain dump—this one has a podfic!
Jason remembered returning to Gotham the way one remembered suffering through a fever. It was a wash of muddied, muddled images, an anxious blur of memories with no defining features except where the very strongest impressions blazed through. He remembered the rage. He remembered the plan. And he remembered the feeling of invincibility, of power.
Honestly, you say it's because of the Pit but I think everyone at some point in their life will hit a stretch of emotion where they react so utterly out of character that in retrospect it all seems a little dream-like and vague. He ain't special.
Fear had snapped at his heels like hellhounds, chasing him into the dark.
Yep, little bit of the If The Sky imagery, little bit of the Dean Winchester imagery, just sprinkled like seasoning. but also I have a feeling that used that phrasing somewhere else, too, and I can't remember where.
He brought seed packets to the Manor and helped Alfred plant them in rich, loamy soil. When not patrolling the streets, he wrapped himself in soft, tagless fabrics that soothed his skin and blanketed his frozen limbs in warmth. He filled his safe houses with small comforts—blankets, good food, his favorite tea, books, crossword puzzles, and soft rugs. He stayed inside on the nights when the wind howled and the sky crackled and the air filled with the smell of despair.
Self-Care King 👑
Storms had been worse for him since Bruce had dragged him back to the Magda Valley. (Everything had been worse for him since returning to the Magda Valley.)
I had to ask what had happened with the whole Damian resurrection thing and where it had happened. I don't touch canon, remember, but I'd read other fics that had referenced the incident in question and I had already set up in Safe House specifically that Damian had been revived via Pit. So here we are, though I like to think my version of Bruce would be less of a butthead about it.
He hadn’t even thought to check. Damian, to Jason’s disbelief and envy, had seemed to come back fine. Better than fine, even. The kid had returned with temporary superpowers and the welcome of the entire family, the little prince ushered back into the court.
I remain baffled by that little side story that I'm told is canonical. Why would the Pit give him superpowers? That's just silly, DC.
Jason was smart. He knew he was smart. He was cunning and he was clever and he was nigh on diabolical, and above all, he was smart. He didn’t need Bruce or Dick or any of them to admit it to know it was true. But it still stung, like a sunburn deep in his chest, to know they thought he was stupid, street scum, a thick-necked thug. Damian hadn’t been trying to be snotty. He’d spoken the truth in his surprise, and that innocence had knocked the wind out of Jason.
Jason, I think, will always have a sensitive underbelly when it comes to his origins. And while Bruce and Dick know for certain that he is extremely smart and that's part of his danger, they historically haven't been very good at communicating who Jason is to the other kids, and so Damian has had to make his own assumptions.
But he’d been looking down at this boy, this kid who looked tinier than Jason had ever seen him in his borrowed Han Solo shirt and rolled sweatpants, and thought about him getting caught in the rain.
teeby
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starwalker03 · 4 months
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I have plot bunnies. Was wondering how time traveled WMLP Dick would explain having a healing factor like Slade's (Good luck with that Dick) ended up day dreaming into a new au and living up to my namesake. So idea: A government is trying to recreate the experiment that got Slade his powers and make their own unit of Deathstrokes. Dick or the team is investigating human tracking and human experiments. Dick infiltrates the facility but gets caught (suspend your disbelief here). Evil scientists decide to use Nightwing as a spare subject. Most of their subjects are dying anyway, and he's around the right age and health standard. May as well get some more data before they kill him. Slade who came to shut down the experiment for more personal reasons, finds Dick before the Team does.
I have this image of Slade finding Dick curled up in a cell. The roots of his hair are turning sliver in patches. Dick puts on a brave face and tries to barter his way out but Slade can see how exhausted he looks and guess what happened to him.
ooooooooooooooooh yes. mhm mhm yes very much.
I love a good plot bunny. nom nom nom. This is going in the sladick server for sure lmao.
Nightwing in the YJ show is always so fun to mess with because he is definitely Nightwing, like he's not some strange other version of the character with the same name. The story is very different, his role as a hero is very different, his experiences are very different, but he is still quintessentially Nightwing. I tend to blend all my canons together a lot to make stories but the YJ canon is really fun to mess with on its own sometimes, especially with nightwing.
He's just so young and like, different (?) to how he is in other storylines. like Nightwing of YJ is not Nightwing of Teen Titans. they're just not the same. and what we see of his relationship with Batman is so interesting. And then on top of that the timeline for the batfam is so weord to mess with because within five years Dick becomes Nightwing, Jason becomes Robin, dies, Tim becomes Robin, and there's no actual proof that Dick left Gotham for his own city, so for some reason he became Nightwing but stayed in Gotham but Bruce still went and found a new Robin? like. what?
ramble aside, Nightwing being captured and experimented on and saved by Slade before anyone else is so fun. I'm imagining this as like, post season two maybe? or actually no, cause by then he's quit as team leader. so imagine just before season two, maybe Kaldur has already started going undercover in the Light, and Dick gets captured. It falls under the radar a little because he's very independant and things with the light and the reach haven't started to boil over yet, so they assume he's got caught up in some other mission. unless of course he gets kidnapped on a mission. the absolute panic of that. THey've already lost one leader (Kaldur) under mysterious circumstance and now they've lost Nightwing too? Wally and Artemis having already retired from heroing and hearing about their friend going MIA is a Thought. M'Gaan and Conner being out somewhere else doing some other mission.
ooooh wait. in season two Dick has had to fall back on a support position as leader of the team, because they have had to start splitting up on multiple missions and the only way to effectively lead everyone is to be at the mountain on comms and computers. this would be a fun explanation for that. Him getting kidnapped and experimented on, Slade finding and saving him, helping him heal and figure out what's happened to him, and Dick skedaddling as soon as possible because he doesn't want to get double kidnapped and he can tell Slade is very close to doing exactly that.
showing up at the mountain after running from Slade, who has been giving chase... oh that's fun. makes me think of a series by mizufallsfromkumo called Gravity.
Anyway. He's barred from field action for a bit while the league makes sure he has a psych eval and stuff, cause that sounds like a procedure they'd have in place after someone is kidnapped and captured. And because of that no one learns about the fact that he's kinda sorta a supersoldier now and he wants to keep it that way. and then the season starts and he finally gets back in the field and everything. and when Slade shows up in the show he immediately spots Kaldur'Ahm and is like 'yeah there's no way this turned evil shit is real' and he hunts down Dick while he's on patrol to be like 'well hello there. so this can go two ways...' because he now has leverage.
him using Kaldur as leverage to make Dick strike a deal with him, so this time there's no running away. Dick showing up as renegade months later and no one putting two and two together because he's wearing a mask and he's not supposed to be a supersoldier.
I've realised I already have two different fics that follow a very similar plot to this lmao. one is from whumptober 2021 and the other is just only a few chapters in and I haven't had a chance to get back to it lmao.
What Kind of Man? is the idea of Dick handing himself over to Slade as payment for his silence about Kaldur and Artemis. Oh, Well, Call Off the Dogs, We Found Her in the Woods involves Dick getting kidnapped and experimented on to make him a supersoldier (and will eventually involve Slade).
Also if this is an idea you vibe with I would reccomend the series I linked before (although I think it's been discontinued? it's unfinished at the least) and also An Active Imagination by @withthekeyisking-writer. oh! and Dia a Hero by Foreverwhelmed.
I swear I had more recs to give... Oh! hang on...
Black and Blue Looks Good on You by Soul Tinkerer
and Persuasion (which is on hiatus) by Averia.
okay that's all I got rn byeeeeeee
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lulaypp · 4 months
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Lulaypp's Foliage of Lost Fics #2: Aren't We All Fluffy
A/N: This was my first fluff. From 2020? Pure fluff. I remembered it being a bit of a pain to write XD This was inspired by the lovely Gem, who shared several polar bear images and captioning them as Batfam. Somehow that gave me the great idea to write pure fluff with polar bear-ed Bat boys. And I never finished it until now (even so I think I intended for it to cover the next morning? But I thought Nah). Among the stuff that I will be putting here, this might be the oldest? A close second otherwise. Up there among the earliest fic I have written (even if incomplete).
Details of Fic: 3.5k words, Batfam Fandom, Pure Fluff, Characters Magically Transformed into Animals, Potential Touches of OOC (I wrote this ages ago so... :P I tried fixing those too glaring)
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Dick woke up from his sleep fumbling with his newly acquired furry paws. He blinked at the clock by his bed. 11:25. Everyone else should already be awake at this time.  
Dick dragged himself off his seemingly ginormous bed, padded his way to the door and nosed it open. Bruce had insisted that they left all the doors to their rooms slightly ajar for convenience and emergencies, as the door handle might prove difficult for their paws. 
It had been an accident of sorts. All the boys of the Bats had been chasing one single magical villain. All of them had been zapped. And before they knew it, they were all not just polar bears, but polar bear cubs. 
Luckily, it was winter. Their thick coats would have been unbearable in the summer heat.  
Dick scanned the hallways for any signs of his brothers. 
The door opposite to his was wide open. Tim's. He crawled over to it and peeked inside. The room was empty. He turned to Damian's room beside his own; also empty. Then, he turned to the last one, the door still left just slightly opened.  
He pushed through it with his head and looked around. Despite being occupied, the room was relatively barren. The cupboards were empty and the walls a normal standard cream colour, the duffel bag on the floor being the only sign of life aside from the bundle of fuzzy fur, curled up on the bed. Jason was bent on not claiming the room as his even though he occupied it every time he stayed at the manor and no one else ever used it. Dick didn’t know whether it was some stupid Jason-being-stubborn-thing, or was it born of something else. 
He carefully climbed onto the bed and approached his sleeping brother. In the dim light, his coat appeared grey, highlighting the white clump of fur on the top of his head (no one understood why that part of him retained after the transformation). He looked so peaceful and, admittedly, adorable. 
But sadly, Dick needed to wake him up. Alfred and Bruce had apparently let them oversleep.  
He nearly used his voice before he remembered that he was not human. So instead, he pawed at Jason's leg. No movement. He did it again, harder this time. Still no response. Dick did a bear equivalent of a frown. He remembered Jason being someone who woke up easily. Changing tactics, he tried gentling batting the other bear's ear— in a way he had always seen animals do. The ear twitched a little before the Jason made a small sound, curling up further. Dick tried poking next, softly prodding his paw into his brother's fuzzy chest, while nosing his head.  
That got him a response. Jason's eyes slowly opened and blinked at him sleepily. Before they turned alarmed. He jumped back, flopping on the bed, paws flailing. 
Dick laughed. Or it would have been if he wasn't a bear cub. Instead, it sounded like a light, stutter high pitched growl. Jason though, was not amused. He gave Dick a glare before standing up on his paws and jumped off the bed. Dick followed.  
Together, they crawled out of the room and headed towards the stairs. He was about to start a conversation before he was reminded of his lack of ability to humanely do so. He frowned.  
Beside him, Jason seemed to drag his paws across the carpet, his eyes half closed. Dick's mind supplied him with a brilliant idea. With what could have been a mischievous smile, Dick let himself fall behind before crouching, coiling his hind legs. Then he pounced, tackling Jason, who could only let out a startled yelp.  
Unfortunately, Dick chose to do this at the top of the manor's long flight of stairs. 
The two polar bears tumbled down, and Dick let out a squeal of glee, clearly enjoying their fall down the carpeted steps. Jason on the other hand was mildly terrified. His untrained paws attempting to find something— that was not his brother— to hold on to. 
Before long, their decent down the stairs came to a halt as they finally reached the ground floor. Dick quickly got up and started to run in small circles, wearing an expression resembling a wide grin.  
The other bear was not really angry with their tumble down the stairs, but that didn't mean he was particularly happy either. He struck at his brother, sheathed claws softly batting the other's nose with a growl.  
Dick was taken aback, joy disappearing from his face as he stepped back. He looked up, expecting to see rage. But, while Jason was snarling, there was mirth in his eyes. 
The younger bear slammed into Dick before they ended up playing a game of chase all the way to the dining room. 
While he did adore animals, that never meant he wanted to be one. Sure, there were times when he wondered what it would be like, but that had only been a mere thought. 
Damian marched into the dining room and saw Alfred pouring coffee in a mug and Father flipping through today's newspaper. This would have been a normal sight if there wasn't a small polar bear seated at one of the chairs, seemingly contemplating the cutleries. Drake. Damian crawled until he reached his chair before standing up and climbing onto the seat with as much grace as a tiny polar bear cub could muster. 
"Damian," Bruce greeted him, swiftly snatching his mug of coffee away from Tim's reach. 
Damian supressed the urge to reply vocally, instead just giving a nod. He refused to talk while still in this form. He had tried it yesterday and the result had been horrendous.  
Alfred placed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Drake, and one filled with chickpeas masala and bread for him. 
While Damian tried to figure out the best way to eat without the use of cutleries— for he knew he would only end up making a fool of himself— Drake was trying to manoeuvre a single spoon of eggs into his mouth, clutching the silverware with both front paws. Damian was confused as to why Alfred would provide them with the silverware, as they clearly would have problem using them. 
"I have contacted Zatanna," Father spoke up, folding the paper and placing it on the table. 
Drake paused his activity to look up at Father questioningly. 
He seemed to understand as he promptly replied, "She would be arriving tomorrow evening." 
Drake gave a nod before getting back to his task, the spoon clumsily clanging against the plate repeatedly. 
Damian looked down at his food. Unlike Drake, he knew that he would not be able to use the cutleries with his new paws.  
Some minutes later, Damian had decided to tediously eat using his claws and paws while Father, who already finished his meal, was watching Drake still attempting to scoop up the scrambled eggs—he managed two mouthfuls so far, which was impressive. Alfred was just coming towards the table to retrieve the empty dishes, when there were sounds.  
Thudding, quick heavy footsteps and low, muffled growling. 
It didn't take long for them to figure out where did the noise come from as a bundle of light grey tumbled into the dining room. Richard and Todd; hopping, swiping at each other’s faces, teeth snapping at fur. Playing. The two of the seem to notice where they were and started to untangle themselves from each other. Richard immediately bounded over to the chair next to him leaping and falling half on top of the seat, his hind legs hanging down. 
Todd walked up to the table, climbing onto the chair several spaces after Tim's as Alfred brought out two plates of eggs. 
Todd didn’t hesitate to shove his face into his food, jaws snapping what he could into his mouth before chewing. 
Richard on the other hand merely took one sullen look at his meal before turning to Father, who happened to be looking at him. He then used his puppy eyes, fore paw pushing his plate in Father's direction. 
For a moment, Damian thought his oldest brother's actions were based on the difficulties of eating with their paws. 
That was until Father spoke, "Alfred is the one who cooks and serves, Dick. If you want cereal, you are going to have to ask from him." 
After breakfast, Bruce had to go to the Wayne Tower to attend some meeting that Tim was initially supposed to go to and the cubs, minus Tim, gathered in the living room. Damian stood on his hind legs in front of the window, watching Bruce's car driving away. Dick was on the coffee table, attempting a handstand. Jason was settled on the arm rest of the sofa, thinking whether he should try seeing if could read a book. He didn't want to accidentally ruin his books while flipping the pages with his furry, clawed paws.  
Yet, he was growing bored. One could only watch Dick Grayson fall on head over heels so much before it stopped being funny. As minutes pass, Jason was starting to doubt his previous conclusion, maybe Dick was not trying to do a handstand. Falling off the table seemed to be the goal. 
Suddenly, Tim came running into the room, tripping over his paws and crashing into Dick. Damian looked part horrified part amused and Jason wished he had a camera to capture the scene that had just unfolded. 
Dick picked himself up, shaking his head, while Tim seems totally unfazed, perking up with a cheerful expression and looked at all of them before pointing at the window. The three other bears blinked and stared at him in confusion. Tim ran to the window, stood on his hind legs and tapped the glass pane with one paw while the other makes a circular motion. 
They really needed to come up with a way to communicate effectively. 
Tim seemingly rolled his eyes. He walked back to them, pointed individually to each of them, including himself, before he made what Jason could only interpret as a running motion then pointed at the window. Jason looked at the window, trying to get a clue. It was snowing outside. The four of them are polar bears. 
Then he understood. Tim wanted them all to go outside into the snow.  
With that, he gestured Dick and Damian to follow him with his head. He led the to the front door and pat on it with a front paw. That somehow manage to finally make the others understand, Dick grinning excitedly before disappearing back into the hallways. 
It didn't take long for him to return with Alfred, who unlocked the front door, saying, "Now young masters, I know that you are all now more than prepared for the freezing temperature, but do be careful. Stay safe and try to not lose each other."  
The door opened and Dick dashed out into the snow followed by Tim. Damian ran after them.  
Jason launched himself on top of Tim, paws batting his ears, while the younger bear tried to nip at his leg. They rolled about in the snow for a while before a white ball of Damian crashed into them. They landed in a heap before Dick belly flopped himself on top of them. 
After playing in the snow for some time, the boys were called in for lunch. It started out as rather uneventful. Bruce was still at WE and Tim knew that the second meeting he needed to attend would probably finish at three.  
They all ate silently at first. Or he would be silent if he could get the fork to move right. 
Damian was daintily plucking his salad with his paw while Jason decides to just bite into his steak, his plate occasionally shifting about. 
Dick had managed to convince Alfred to cut his into smaller pieces and was chewing on them individually.  
Tim was still struggling with his fork when suddenly a white paw pulled his plate away. He looked up in surprise and saw Damian reaching over— tiny body half on top of the table— and pulling the plate towards himself, giving him what resembled an exasperated look. Using his claw, he cut Tim's piece into smaller parts before pushing the plate back to Tim who was still stunned (and really, why didn’t he think of doing that?). He was barely aware of Dick making a happy proud noise as Tim look from the food to Damian, who was wiping his paw on the napkin. In the end, he let out a sound that hopefully sounds like gratitude and used his fork to finish up his lunch.  
Not long after, they all converged into the kitchen, initially to just wash their paws and mouth. Due to reasons that was difficult to pinpoint, what Dick and Damian almost ended up doing was a full-blown circus act in the middle of the kitchen causing Alfred to immediately shoo them out.  
"I heard that Miss Cassandra is coming over today," Alfred told them while as they tumbled out of the kitchen doorway. "She should be arriving at any moment. Why don't you all greet her?" And with that, he turned back to the kitchen. 
Dick looked at them as they all head to the den, eyes glinting at the idea.  
Jason's scowled and shook his head. The elder cocked his head to one side questioningly but did not push, instead turning to his two younger brothers. 
Tim gave a shrug, not seeing a problem with the idea while Damian nodded. Having Cass over had never not been fun. 
Dick grinned, which really could look like a snarl in their condition, as they reached the den. 
Jason shook his head again, causing Dick to frown, his right eye twitched in what looks like a raised eyebrow. Jason gestured his forelegs wildly, at all of them, at himself and at the doorway, which Tim honestly felt like brought more questions than answers. 
Damian somehow seemed to understand as he gave a nod before pointing at Jason then upwards. 
Tim got even more confused as Dick joined in the non-verbal conversation, shaking his head vigorously, doing some incoherent flailing of his own. 
It was cut short however as suddenly someone landed on the table behind him, startling everyone. Tim turned to the newcomer and saw that it was Cass, her mouth pulled into a grin. 
"Brothers," she said simply.  
Dick let out a strange, excited sound as he jumped over to tackle her. Catching the cub, Cass gave him a hug as she jumped down from the table.  
"Brothers, bears. Adorable."  
Damian let out a half growl while Jason only huffs a breath, rolling his eyes and crossing his forelegs. Dick on the other hand seemed to take it as a compliment, excitedly wiggling in Cass's hug. 
She placed him on the floor and waved them all to follow her. They followed her to Bruce's study and down to the Cave. After a few quick glances around the Batcave, probably to check for their father's presence, Cass continued further until they reached the training mats and turned to them with a wide grin. 
"Practice," she spoke. 
Dick and Jason perked up (the latter seemingly have lost his earlier hesitance) while Damian seemed to back away. Tim gave him a questioning look which was responded with a shake of his head. 
In front of them, Jason and Cass were already in a hand to paw battle, with Dick occasionally jumping in to give playful swipes to either of his siblings. 
Tim looked back at Damian, who still appeared uncertain. After several years of back-and-forth squabbling, they seemed to have gone past the point of mutual understanding and respect to where they are now. Knowing that his brother's hesitance came from not wanting to make a fool of himself during training, due to him being an entirely different creature, Tim didn’t push him. 
Instead, he shoved. 
While Damian was distracted by Dick successfully doing an impressive summersault to a avoid Cass's kick, Tim walked a little bit behind Damian before running at full speed and ramming into his brother. Damian let out a squeak as they tumbled into Dick. The eldest sat dazed and confused as Damian turned to him, teeth bared into a snarl, and pounced onto him, attacking with sheathed claws. 
And that was how Bruce found them as he entered the Cave after an impromptu quick dinner. All five of his children, tumbling and fighting on the training mat. He pulled his phone out and sneaked in a quick picture, before he approached them. Cass already met his eyes when he appeared but chose to ignore her father in favour of pushing Jason off Tim. 
Bruce could feel his heart melt just by looking at all his children having fun together. It had been a while since that had happened. While they all were in good terms with one another, they also had varying and shifting schedules and lived in separate places. The only times he could actually be sure to see them all together was during Alfred's birthday. Even then there were times when things went wrong. 
It took a minute and a lull in their playfight for Dick to notice the new presence and he let out an excited noise before running to Bruce making unintelligible sounds, which Bruce assume that his eldest is trying to tell him a story of sorts. He responded with giving Dick's furred head a pat and turned to the rest of his kids.  
"I take it you are having fun," he said. "I hope I am not interrupting but Alfred wants me to tell you that dinner would be ready in an hour and that he would prefer it if you hit the showers before that." 
They all picked themselves up from the mats and were about to rush to the stairs when Bruce called for Cass. She motioned her brothers to go on upstairs as she headed back to Bruce, a question in her eyes. "You are staying home tonight." 
Her eyes widen slightly but he continued before she could protest. 
"Your brothers are all currently benched until they are reverted back to normal, and I need someone to make sure none of them heads out into the streets. You are staying to supervise them." 
Cass frowned, "Have case." 
"I am sure I can look into it for you. Please?" 
She didn’t seem keen with it, but she nodded anyway.  
"Thank you, Cass." Bruce gave a nod and a squeeze on her shoulder before walking to the computer. 
Dinner went well. Other than several snappy growls from Damian, Tim's cutleries clattering to the floor and Dick trying to convince Cass to feed him. 
Just as everyone cleared their plates, “Movie night!" Cass declared. 
Dick let out an excited rumble of agreement and when no one disagreed, they all went to the den. 
It took a while for them to agree on a movie, but they ended up with Ice Age— Tim insisted on it out of irony. The movie started as they settled down on their chosen seats. Dick squeezed himself beside Cass on the sofa, followed by Damian who fit himself between his brother and the armrest. Jason and Tim shared the large armchair, the thing being the perfect size for them.   
And it was several hours later when Bruce peaked around the corner and saw his children asleep in the dark den. Dick was curled up on the sofa with Damian sprawled on top of him. On the armchair that was usually reserved for Bruce, were Tim, head hanging of the edge of the seat— it looked painful— and Jason, who had his chin perched on his brother’s shoulders. Cass had a blanket wrapped around her and one hand nestled in Damian’s long fur. She was the only one awake, shooting a smile at Bruce when she noticed his presence. 
He approached silently and gave a kiss into Cass’s hair. ‘Thank you,’ he tried to convey. 
His daughter immediately pushed into it in an almost cat-like manner before settling in under the blanket again. Damian, head in Cass’s lap, let out a little rumble, burrowing his face into the fabric. 
Bruce gave all his sons a gentle stroke on the head— after deciding not to fix Tim’s position as it might jostle him awake— before leaving for his own room upstairs, the image of his children snuggling together safe (even if not quite themselves) warming his heart. 
(Deleted Scene) 
They spent the morning running around, play fighting, pouncing on each other and even tried to have a snowball fight at one point. 
It was a bit after noon when they heard the sounds of a car crunching the snow on the driveway. In unison, they all turned and saw Bruce's car. They ran to it. The car stopped not far from them, and Bruce stepped out, a concerned frown on his face as he eyed the crowd of bears in front of him.  
"Is something wro-" 
He was cut off by Dick launching himself at Bruce head, causing him to fall into the snow. Damian followed suit as Jason and Tim joined in as well, piling onto Bruce. 
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remarcely · 6 months
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Half A Mind [Batfam Fic Prompt]
It was hard to notice at first.
Jason had hardly bothered to draw on any old memories of his childhood whilst glowing green claws of the pit had their hold on him. He was too angry, too busy festering in resentment and fear.
Then, a year after Red Hoods big splash and once he’d made the deal with Bruce to get better, he went to therapy. It had been one of the conditions, apparently Bruce had started therapy himself after Jason’s death, and eventually he wore down to the idea.
Jason was trying, he wanted it to work, he wanted to stop being the deeply unhappy child stuck in the moment before a bombs timer hit zero.
He was honest, even when the therapist asked about his childhood. For the first time in years he’d tried to look further past his death and found little of anything.
There were short glimpses, hazy images or memories lasting seconds at most, but they were the insignificant things. He remembered a Tuesday morning breakfast when Bruce had slept in late and it’d just been him and Alfred eating, but he couldn’t recall his mother’s face.
Then Dick, because of course it would be him, began to shoulder his way into his little brother’s life by crashing Jason’s apartment at the most random of times. Jason would cook them something and Dick would do shit all to help, sitting at the kitchen island with his incessant yammering.
In truth, Jason enjoyed the company and the constant flow of words certainly helped quiet his mind- he just wished he knew what the hell Dick was talking about.
A familiar voice in the back of his mind argued that Dick was pulling his leg, making up the skiing trips and the escapes to Dick’s apartment when Bruce had been an asshole, to seem like a better brother, but Jason chased the thought away with a sharp pinch to his arm. He knew Dick wouldn’t lie about it and there was no way the nostalgic and wistful look on his stupid face could be faked, he wasn’t that good of an actor.
So, Jason bit his tongue, nodded along as he refused to look his brother in the eye and tried to listen the best he could to force a memory out of the heavy fog that clung to his childhood.
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Image: comic page, conversation between Bruce and Alfred: Bruce: Former mayor Armand Krol is dead. Alfred: After escaping the threat of the Apocalypse Virus? Bruce: He didn’t quite escape it. The symptoms of the clench recurred in him. But this attack was was more virulent. It killed him within hours. Alfred: But Master Tim was afflicted-- Bruce: I know, Alfred. I know.
Tim’s voice from off-page: You won’t believe who I met tonight, guys--
Final panel is Tim in front of Jason Todd’s memorial case, alarmed. Tim: What is it? Why’re you looking at me like that?
Found it! On the subject of Jason’s memorial case as narrative device, noted in tags that the case is also used visually to indicate that Tim is in danger: no matter how improbable with the layout of the cave, they show it behind him when it turns out the Clench can be recurring.
Wanted to find it for reference. It’s the end page of Robin 1993 issue 31, the one where Tim & Ariana go to a car show and meet Ted Grant (Wildcat).
...oh huh skimmed through the issue looking for this and found this panel
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Image: comic panel of part of a conversation between Wildcat and Tim: Wildcat: Call the cops? I thought you and the Bat jumped in where angels feared to tread and all that. Tim: Only when there’s no alternative. I got the job for my sense of caution...
They’re chasing car thieves who made off with a Waynetech prototype. After this Tim winds up jumping into danger anyway ‘cause Wildcat took the lead, but it’s interesting that Tim gets this line when the issue is going to end with a reminder of Jason’s death, and the virus Tim was exposed to while on the job as Robin.
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ayamari-no-goshi · 11 months
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Chasing Shadows (11)
AO3 -> first, last, next
Fandoms: Danny Phantom (DP) / DC universe
Summary:  THIS  IS A CROSSOVER.  As Bruce Wayne begins to slowly recover from the loss  of his son, two   separate mysteries open up old wounds. Who is the unknown leaving clues   hinting at a return to Gotham, and who is the phantom pretending to be   his lost son? Is it just a coincidence they’re active in Gotham at the   same time? Or are they connected?  
Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, and questionable mental health
Parings: none
Notes: originally uploaded to AO3. Cross-posted to tumblr
“That’s like the fifth time you’ve reviewed those flowers. If you haven’t found anything yet, I doubt you will.”
Bruce glanced up from his workstation to where Babs was looking at him from her current set up in the Cave. It still wasn’t to the same level as it was in the Clocktower, but it was still somehow more advanced than his. It was a testament to her skills.
The now mostly dried flowers and a still of the lotus design Jason used for his second clue were laid out in order in front of him. The newest additions were a calypso orchid, placed on Catherine Todd’s grave and a spring of wormwood placed on Shelia Haywood’s a few days prior. The orchid was an easy enough reference – it was named after the nymph Calypso who nursed Odysseus back to help after he washed up on her shore. She kept him there for seven years while the rest of the word believed the hero had died. It was an unsettling parallel to Jason’s time with Talia. Bruce suspected it was also chosen due to it being used to represent love for the deceased in funerary bouquets and rebirth in some cultures.
The wormwood was a more puzzling choice at first. In the language of flowers, it represented bitter sadness. There was some evidence it was used as an herbal remedy in the past which might be why it was chosen, but more recently, it was more associated with madness and murder. Was it Jason’s way of hinting at the Lazarus Pits again? Or was it his way of further suggesting his biological mother was directly involved in his death.
“It feels as if I’m missing something,” Bruce admitted as he picked up the orchid again. “Were these just ways for him to hint at his resurrection and return?”
“That’s a possibility,” Barbara admitted as she abandoned her equipment and wheeled over to him. “Jay always did have his own flair for the dramatic.”
“True.” Before his death, Jason talked about possibly joining his school’s theater club. He would have excelled in it. The happy memories of his son were quickly replaced by images of his broken body, a frequent occurrence. Whatever life Jason would have lived had been destroyed by the Joker.
That reminded him. He needed to check on the restoration of Jason’s mask footage. With the new information that came to light, he owed it to his son to see for himself what happened that day.
“I still haven’t been able to find any recent signs of him in Gotham,” Barbara continued, disregarding his sudden change in mood. She knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t tell her even if she questioned it, “but I think I might have found Danny. I’ll send the files to you to review, but it looks like Jason enrolled him in Gotham Heights under a false identity. His school file has his guardian listed as a ‘Jay Flannagan’.”
She sighed before continuing. “I miss the days when we weren’t trying to track someone with the same skills as us. There’s only a P.O. box associated with that name. Wherever Danny’s staying must be under a different identity. Or, it’s completely under the table. There are rumors some places in Crime Alley that will skip the necessary checks and paperwork if a person is willing to pay rent in cash.”
“Both are possible,” Bruce acknowledged. “If he was by himself, he’d probably chose the latter. However, he’s caring for Phantom, it seems more likely he’d choose the former.”
“I agree. I’ve been trying to hack into the nearby security feeds for Danny’s school, but he’s proving hard to catch. Jason taught him well. But I have noticed occasional glitches in certain feeds. Poorer cameras seem to have strange reactions to his powers, so it might be a sign he’s passing near them. I’ll let you know when I have more data, but we might have a larger problem.”
“What do you mean?”
“We got a warning from both Jason and Danny about the G.I.W., and it looks like they’re starting to pop up in Gotham. There have been a lot of sightings of government types in white suits around the remains of the Clocktower and where some of the better documented sights of Phantom occurred. Right now, it just appears they’re getting some type of reading and taking samples, but we’ll have to keep an eye on them. There are multiple reports that they’ll get civilians involved if they believe a ghost or other similar entity is nearby. They might push Danny into hiding.”
That was problematic. Right now, Phantom was their best chance at being able to find Jason and stop whatever he was planning. He had set up a meeting with Dick in a few days, but if this group was as dangerous as suggested, then there was a good chance they’d scare him off. Bruce couldn’t risk that happening. However, there was also a chance their presence would also force Jason back into the city earlier than he had planned as there was a high probability Phantom had the ability to contact him.
“We’ll have to keep an eye on them,” he agreed. “However, locating Phantom is the first priority.”
Tim didn’t want to be at the Manor at the moment. He couldn’t handle seeing Bruce’s grief reopened all over again, so he was dressed as Robin and pretending to be on patrol. Instead, he was sitting on one of the taller buildings of Gotham next to the gargoyle Jason loved to visit when he was still Robin.
Being who he was, Bruce made the decision to restore what he could of the audio and video of Jason’s death. He needed to verify for himself what his son went through even after getting the truth directly from his mouth. Since they couldn’t convince him not to watch it, he, Dick, Cass, Steph, and Babs all sat through it with him in an attempt to give him some sort of support.
He should have listened to Dick. He shouldn’t have watched. Saying it was horrible didn’t do it any justice.
 “Jason, you need to disarm the bomb!”
 “…I can’t…”
Those two phrases kept haunting him. Every time the words replayed in his mind, Tim was struck by the resignation in Jason’s voice. He knew. He knew he had no chance of escaping and accepted he would die. And the woman who led him to his death had the nerve to try to order him around instead of trying to help him. It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. Jason had tried so hard to be a good hero. And his last act was to attempt to shield the woman who betrayed him.
Jason, his hero, his Robin, had been killed because he trusted his mother. He trusted the woman he hoped would love him. It just wasn’t fair.
“I was told I’d find you out here.”
The voice startled him so badly that he nearly fell from his vantage point. Turning, he found Jason, in his Red Hood gear. The slight tilt to his head suggested he was curious as to what Tim was doing. For a brief moment, Tim thought there would be a repeat of what happened in the graveyard, but Jason’s posture wasn’t threatening. He must have known what he was thinking as he took a seat as he reached for his helmet. There was the hiss of some sort of mechanism unlocking before he pulled it off and shook his head. Tim briefly wondered how hot it was under it.
“Why do you wear a domino mask under it?” he questioned as he took a hesitant seat on the other side of the gargoyle. If Jason was willing to talk, he was okay with that.
“Habit.” Jason’s answer was short, but there was no obvious hint of anger. “And dramatic flair.” If that was the case, maybe that’s why he had the white streak. In the dark, it almost looked like it was glowing.
“Oh…” What else was he supposed to say to that? So, he changed the subject. “Not that I don’t enjoy you being here,” Tim wanted to make sure he didn’t accidentally anger Jason. They weren’t sure of the extent of the Pits effects on him and how much of his actions were his own. “But why were you looking for me?”
“I can tell you’re afraid of me. You don’t have to hide it.” When Tim didn’t elect to respond to that, Jason continued, “Dove sent me after you.”
“Dove? You mean Phantom?”
Jason ignored the question. “So, you know how he can see ghosts?”
“Yeah…? Oh!... So, he knows?” Tim hadn’t expected that. With everything else going on, there were times he almost forgot. Almost, but not quite.
Jack Drake hadn’t been the best dad, but he really tried to step up in the last year. While it didn’t do much to erase the childhood of loneliness brought on by all the trips he and his wife took, he still tried to change. It meant a lot to him, but he’d been killed, just like his mom and stepmom.
“Guess your dad directly came to him or something like that. He apparently had some choice words about me hurting you. Not that I’m surprised about that.” He shrugged before raising an eyebrow at him. “A fake uncle? Really? I get wanting space, but seriously, that’s taking it to a different level.”
Tim could feel himself flush. “I don’t want to be adopted by Bruce,” he admitted. “I was never supposed to be a permanent part of your family, just a placeholder until he didn’t need me anymore. Right now, he’s my guardian, and with my dad’s passing…”
“…I’d be a hypocrite if I told you to stay at the Manor,” Jason eventually told him. Each word sounded as if he was carefully choosing them. “But don’t force yourself into exile either. As annoying as Dick can be, he’d love to have to bunk with him for a while.”
“That’s okay. I don’t want to be a burden.”
“You won’t be. Hell, you might be able to help him remember to actually eat something decent for a change. But, if that’s not good enough, stay with that team of yours. Even if you don’t want to talk about it, they’ll still be there so you don’t self destruct.”
Tim flinched at those words. The phantom words of a soft “… I can’t...” filled his ears again, and unwanted tears dripped down his face.
“Ah shit.” He could feel Jason move closer. There was no feeling of animosity, but a questioning hesitance as he moved his hand as he he was considering reaching out for a comforting touch. Pulling it back, he muttered, “Didn’t mean to upset you.”
Shaking his head, Tim tried to ignore how Jason’s features were slightly blurred. It was probably just his tears, but he almost looked like he wasn’t entirely there. Somewhat unnerved, he reached out to see if the older teen was solid. When his hand touched his arm, he couldn’t help but sigh in relief. Jason had stiffened at his touch but let it happen without pulling away.
“It’s not… B restored what he could of the footage of what happened…. What happened to you.”
“And he let you watch that?” The outrage in his voice wasn’t what Tim expected.
“Most of the video is too distorted, so it’s mostly just audio.” When that didn’t lighten Jason’s mood, he tried a different tactic. “Dick tried to convince me and the others not to, but I felt like I had to be there… not just for B, but for you too. After the first attempt to restore it didn’t work, he couldn’t bring himself to try again. So, without knowing about… about the betrayal, he put together the most likely series of events. After that, you became a warning to other heroes of what could happen if they got too sure of themselves. It never sat right with me.” He sighed and hugged his knees. “To me, you were just as much as a hero as Nightwing and Batman. I felt like I owed you that.”
Jason didn’t say anything for a few moments. “You… don’t owe me anything. Months ago, I would have thought otherwise, but not now.”
A wary sort of hope surged through Tim. Jason didn’t completely hate him, which was good, but there was still some sort of barrier. “But you’re not happy I’m Robin.”
“No. It’s…” The older teen shifted as he ran his hands over his face. The weird haze over his features hadn’t gone away. He hadn’t noticed it during dinner the other day. Was it something that came and went? “It’s more I’m angry he let another child in those colors. There shouldn’t have been anymore Robins. There shouldn’t have been any more child soldiers. As much as he claims he cares, we’re never the priority in the field. He’ll always, always choose the mission over anything else.”
“What about you and Phantom?” He figured it was better to deflect instead of arguing.
Jason’s mood seemed to darken as a muscle moved in his jaw. “I don’t want him out there,” he hissed before his tone became more resigned. “Unfortunately, his anchor, what keeps him tethered to both life and undeath, is his drive to help others.”
“Oh!” That was a very revealing statement. His eyes widened slightly. “So that’s at least part of the reason he’s helping you plant your clues and keep tabs on us. It’s a safer alternative.”
“Got it in one.”
“Do… do you have something similar? Constantine told B you’re a Liminal too.”
Instead of immediately replying, Jason took out a cigarette. Surprisingly, he didn’t light it but still placed it to his lips. “Didn’t know there was a proper name for ‘fucked up zombie’.” He fell silent again before quietly stating, “I hope there isn’t.”
Tim pretended he didn’t hear it. Instead, he decided to focus on the older teen’s self-depreciating tone. Was it related to his coming back to life? Had he not wanted to? Phantom was worried he wasn’t planning on living through whatever he was planning which gave some credence to that idea. It… it was troubling.
Before Tim could finish sorting out his thoughts, Jason stood and stretched. “Make sure you let yourself grieve. Trying to push it in a box only works for so long before it affects everything else. Being around others helps.”
It almost sounded like he was speaking from experience. Tim couldn’t dwell on it more as he realized Jason was moving towards the ledge. “Wait, are you leaving?”
He could tell Jason rolled his eyes, even with the domino mask, as he tucked his helmet under his arm. “No, I’m going to stay and chat until sunrise. Of course I’m leaving. Have things to do, buildings to destroy, and I’m on a tight schedule.”
“But!” He couldn’t let him slip away again. “Everyone wants you to come home. You haven’t even seen Ba… I mean Oracle and Agent A yet. And… and we’re working on finding ways to reduce the turnover in Blackgate and Arkham that isn’t just focused on dealing with the breakouts. I mean, we’re doing that too, but…”
“When I come back from my trip, I’ll see what’s changed,” the old teen gave him a searching look that was replaced with a dangerous smirk. “Impress me enough, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll tone down what I’m planning.”
That… that wasn’t a confirmation that he’s stop killing or even come home, but it was something. For now, Tim would count it as a win.
“Before I leave,” Jason continued, “brooding isn’t a good look for you.”
“Excuse me? Isn’t this the place you used to go all the time?”
“Yeah, but I made it look cool.” It took a moment to realize that Jason was joking with him. It was almost a surreal feeling. “But secondly, keep those G.I.W. goons away from Dove while I’m away. They will kill him if they get their hands on him, and it won’t be painless. If, and only if, you have to move him for his safety, take him to the Tower for safety. I’m serious when I say I don’t want him anywhere near the Cave.”
Tim wasn’t going to admit he was a little jealous of how much Jason seemed to care for Danny. “But I’m surprised you’re willing to risk leaving him alone. Unless… that’s what you’re doing! You’re going after the G.I.W.!”
Jason’s response was nothing more than a predatory grin. That wasn’t good.
“I… we can help. Please! Phantom told us they can hurt you too!”  He had to do something. If Danny was to be believed, the organization was a lot more dangerous than they originally believed. Bruce, Alfred, and Dick couldn’t lose him again. He had to stop him from going.
He gave an amused huff. “Worried about little ol’ me? Don’t be. I know what I’m doing.” Before Tim could even get another word in, he leapt off the roof.
When he didn’t hear the tell-tale sound of the grapple, he rushed over to make sure he was okay. But there was no sign of Jason, even with thermal vision. He had just vanished into the night. Great, now he had to be the one to explain his formerly dead son was about to go do something most would consider suicidal.
With how empty and broken Bruce currently felt after finally learning what happened to his son, he was surprised at how fear was currently clawing its way through his entire being. Tim’s report about how Jason was planning to go after a powerful government organization terrified him. Not only was there the concern over what exactly Jason might do during his crusade, he now had to worry what would happen if the G.I.W. somehow got their hands on his son. He lost Jason once, and he couldn’t lose him again.
The current trouble was determining where and how he would strike. There were a few G.I.W. bases scattered around the country. Logically, it would make the most sense for Jason to go after the main base, but depending on what he knew of their organization, he could choose to strike at a different location which held more importance. More information was needed, so he had recruited Babs to help him hack into their systems.
On the surface, it appeared to be an organization mostly designed to study ghosts and other similar entities, but he knew there was more to it. However, whenever Babs attempted to get information better protected, the G.I.W. databases went into lock down. It baffled everyone as there hadn’t been any evidence of such security when she started. To make matters worse, whatever security the G.I.W. had seemed to be able to locate the general geographic area where the attempted hack originated as more of their agents were detected on the streets of Gotham within a few hours.
It was a nightmare. Not only did it put Phantom at greater risk, but there was also a chance this would push Jason to act ahead of schedule and recklessly escalate. So far, he’d proved his actions were rather meticulously planned. It had only been when Phantom or Stephanie were in danger that he moved unexpectedly. And with how protective he was regarding the boy, there was no telling exactly what he would or wouldn’t do. Until he or any of the others could get in touch with Phantom or Jason, they would have to increase patrols in the city. He was also going to have to call in the big guns.
Dick sighed as he toured the G.I.W. compound closest to Gotham with Superman. The workers seemed nice enough, but it was clear from their tense stances and hesitant looks towards the field agents in the white suits that their impromptu visit wasn’t welcome. Without knowing exactly what Jason would do to expose the organization, especially with them increasing their presence in Gotham, Bruce decided to request members of the League make impromptu visits to the G.I.W. bases at approximately the same time under the guise of a potential threat. He hoped it would get them better access to the restricted information as well as deter a more violent response from Jason.
Currently, they were waiting in a meeting room for their guide to get permission to take them to some of the lower levels with completely not suspicious guards outside the door. Somehow, there wasn’t any piece of technology in the room that Dick could use to plant a bug to either listen in or attempt to hack into the system more securely without taking the time to hack the security camera.
Unlike him, Clark was bound by technology. “There’s lead in the floor. There isn’t as much in the walls on this floor, but it’s still enough to make it hard to clearly see anything,” he mouthed as they waited. That wasn’t a normal architectural design. Clearly someone didn’t want anyone with x-ray vision seeing the lower floors. “But something’s not right.”
“What do you hear?” Dick whispered as he turned away from the camera. While Dick could read lips, Clark couldn’t, but that didn’t mean much when the man had super-hearing.
“Screams. Laughter. Pleading. Fear. It’s strange. That fear is on an infra-sound frequency. Hmm?” Before Dick could ask what was wrong, Clark had suddenly turned and stared at a wall. After a moment, his concerned expression turned into one of bafflement. “Nightwing… your br…”
“You mean Red Hood?” Dick quickly interrupted, somewhat worried what that meant. Was Jason in the building?
“Yes, Red Hood… well, he just shushed me.”
“He’s here?” After a moment of processing what he was just told, he added, “Wait, what do you mean he just shushed you?”
Clark gestured vaguely towards the wall. “He’s currently in the outer wall. I’m… not sure if he’s checking for something or planting something. But he somehow noticed I saw him, and he just put a finger to his lips before moving. He’s currently heading south.”
“Great. O, I’m going to need whatever schematics you can get me,” Dick muttered into his comm before looking directly at the camera. “Look, we have a situation,” he shouted. “We need to get into one of the walls.” When there wasn’t an immediate answer, he looked over at Clark and smiled. “You heard me warn them.”
“I did.” It wasn’t too often Dick got to see the man of steel’s mischievous side on a mission, but he really must want to get further inside. “I’ll try to give you as much support as I can.”
“N, wait! Someone’s hacking the comm!” Babs alerted as static filled it.
“What? Do you know who it is?”
 “No! It’s…”
“Don’t bother coming after me, Dickie-bird. You have a more important role to play.” His brother’s voice came over the comm.
“And just what would that be?” Clark demanded.
There was a sense of surprise on the other end. When Jason was still Robin, it was rare for anyone in the Justice League to have access to their private comm lines. “It’s been a while, Big Blue,” he eventually greeted. “I only need you to be a witness to what these monsters are doing.”
“What are you planning?” Panicked, he looked over at Clark. “Where is he?”
“I can’t see him anymore. It sounds like he’s moved to the lower levels. How’d he get there so quickly?”
Jason chuckled. “Picked up some new tricks. Supes, let me ask you a question. If you were aware of an organization that would want to dissect aliens to figure out what makes them tick, kill them, or even use them as mindless weapons, what would you do?”
“Everything I could to stop them, legally.”
“See, I’d like to do it that way, but if you forgot, I’m dead.” Jason’s words were playful. “I don’t have a way to stop them legally. Besides, according to them, I’m not even sentient.”
“Hood, what are you planning to do?” Dick demanded as he rushed out of the room, much to the dismay of the agents who were guarding the door. He could feel the sensation of Superman leaving at high speeds behind him.
 “It’s already in motion.”
“HOOD!!!” The floor shook as multiple booms, the breaking of glass, groaning metal, and the whooshing of air overwhelmed him. The dusty smell of concrete filled the area. As he recovered his bearings, he immediately checked for signs of damage as both Babs and Clark asked if he was okay. “Yeah… just disoriented. No evidence of injuries on me or the guards who were trying to stop me. No immediate signs of structural damage where I am.”
“The entire south wall collapsed. It doesn’t appear any of the employees were near it.” Clark stated over the comm. “Maybe it was planned that way. You might want to put on your re-breather. There’s lead dust everywhere. …But I can still hear crying coming from underneath the building. I’m going to investigate.”
“Understood. I’m going to help with the evacuation.” Ignoring the guards, who were trying to keep him from going further into the area, Dick pressed forward after radioing for assistance and returned to the central office he’d been allowed to tour earlier. There was a huge hole in the south wall, just like Superman said, but it appeared most of collapsed down instead of either outward or inward. Jason knew what he was doing when he destroyed it as there wasn’t too much debris in the main part of the room.
As he assisted the people in the room, all of which appeared to have thankfully minor injuries, he got an update from Clark. The Man of Steel seemed unsettled as he requested his assistance on one of the lower floors. Since he couldn’t access it from the stairs, he moved to the now open wall and carefully made his way down. He stopped when he caught sight of Clark floating in place. Anger radiated off the man.
“Supes, what’s…?” Dick’s words died on his lips as he got a better view of the room. His stomach churned as he caught sight of what could only be described as the husks of once living people were strewn around the room. The acidic smell of something similar to ozone lingered along with the smell of dust and smoke. Old and new blood along with other unknown yet faintly glowing substances were splashed around the room. Faint whimpering could be heard from further in.
Whatever Jason and Danny had said about this place didn’t do the horror justice. Maybe they didn’t know the extent, or maybe they did. No matter what the truth was, Jason knew this needed to be exposed, and now that Dick had seen it for his own eyes, he was going to make sure it was shut down. Permanently.
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Notes:
I chose Flanagan as a fake last name for Jason for its meaning.
Flanagan - From Irish Ó Flannagáin meaning "descendant of Flannagán". Flannagán is a given name meaning "blood red"
Plant notes :)
Stop 11 Ogygia - the island of Calypso. Calypso was a nymph who was kept away from the world as a punishment. She helped nurse Odysseus back to health. Calypso orchids are rare orchids named as such because of how they're hidden until they bloom. Orchids have a super creepy creation myth in ancient Greece – the demigod Orchis attempted to attack a priestess during a Dionysian celebration… and was torn apart by wild beasts. And in ancient Rome, they were a symbol of rebirth. And in modern funerary bouquets, they represent ever lasting love for the deceased.
I also included wormwood to hint at the Lazarus Pit as it is what healed Jason. As a flower, it represents absence and bitter sorrow which matches how Odysseus felt during his seven years on Ogygia.
This plant was used for millennium as an herbal remedy. Some of you might know it’s a main ingredient in absinthe aka the Green Fairy, which if you’ve never had it, tastes like black licorice. The thujone, a chemical in the plant, needs to be removed to be sold in several countries. While not well studied, it’s believed thujone has toxic properties and has been known to cause seizures, kidney failure, vomiting, and other effects.  There are concerns the chemical has psychoactive properties and can cause hallucinations – this is a bit unclear as the few studies around that aren’t great. But in 1905, there were murders that occurred, and the man who committed was said to have “absinthe madness,” as he had been drunk at the time (though absinthe was just one of several alcohols he consumed). This high-profile case helped push the belief the drink caused madness and resulted in it being banned.
I have a small bottle of it from Slovakia sitting in my kitchen. It actually has a sprig of wormwood in it.
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wolfverse-stories · 7 months
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Falling In Reverse
(Reverse robins)
Chapter 2
      Bruce let out a long yawn. Ever since Tim died he hadn't had much sleep, so he thought he was imagining it when he saw a kid stealing the tires off of the batmobile.
     "You are one brave kid" Bruce growled picking the kid up by his hoodie.
     "Hey let me go" the kid started kicking and punching. He was skin and bones. Bruce's eyes widened as he looked at the kid.
     "What's your name" Something about this kid reminded Bruce of Tim.
     "As if I would tell you!" The kid kicked Bruce in the leg. This kid was a lot more feisty.
     "Calm down" Bruce gently sat him on the ground "How about we make a deal, you give me back my tires and I'll get you something to eat" Hesitantly the kid put the tires back on. Bruce then drove to McDonald's and got two happy meals. The kid scruffed them both down in a second.
     "Okay," Bruce said looking at the kid "Who are you and where are your parents?"
     "Jason" The kid turned to look out the window "My parents are dead" After a long silence Bruce cleared his throat.
     "I know this man, his name is Bruce Wayne His son was killed" He shook his head trying to remove the images of Tim from his mind "He would be happy to take you in"
At Titan tower
     "For the last time Kori I'm not wearing matching sweaters" Damian stormed through the hallway.
     "But it is the symbol of our relationship" Kori protested chasing after him with a red and green sweater. Damian quickly darted behind the fridge.
     "Having trouble Chief?" Beastboy laughed.
     "One more word and it's green sushi for lunch!" He snapped but it was too late Beast Boy had already called Star Fire 'When did I lose my scariness?'
     "Come on you promised" he groaned as she ran into the kitchen 'oh yeah when I started dating Princess Sunshine'
     "Fine but this is the last time I'm letting you talk me into doing something" he sighed putting on the sweater 'Yeah right even I don't believe that one'
   "Thank you" Kori smiled giving him a kiss "You look so handsome" 'What could I have possibly done to deserve someone so wonderful?'
     "Nice look" Wally started laughing from the doorway. Quickly he pulled out a camera to take a pick.
     "West! I swear I will stab you " Click "That's it you're a dead man" he chased after Wally 'I need a new best friend, one who is not a speedster'
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apocalypse-shuffle · 2 years
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IMAGINES / ONESHOTS
Jason Todd / Red Hood
“Lick” Jason rushes to pay you a visit.(NSFW, 18+, fem!reader)
“The Meet The Bats Series” Jason’s just gotten serious with the Reader when one after the other the Bats (+ friends) find out she exists and - despite Jason’s best efforts - take it upon themselves to start welcoming her into the family. Cue varying levels of absurdity of course. (SFW, fem!reader)
“Potential” You meet an interesting stranger in the syfy aisle. Oh! And there’s a body between you two. (SFW, gn!reader)
“A Word Of Warning” The Bats clock you as a known associate of The Red Hood and Signal ends up tracking you down for some answers. (SFW, fem!reader)
���Home Remedy” You walk into the kitchen one morning, and there Jason is in all his hungover glory—and there are raw eggs in a cup too, for some reason. (SFW, gn!reader)
“In Your Eyes” Jason Todd is gone, has been for years, but his ghost still haunts you. (SFW, gn!reader, Suicide Trigger Warning)
“Past The Time till Midnight” Jason’s a no good bastard and now you’re bored out of your mind. (SFW, platonic!reader/fem!reader)
The Co-opt Series not here yet
Bruce Wayne / Batman
“The Long Overdue Series” Reader was with Bruce in the past but grew distant after Jason’s death. No one tells her when he comes back from the dead until Bruce is forced to bring her in on a raid when they’re overwhelmed. (SFW, batmom!reader, completed)
“Staked Claim” Bruce and the Reader take stock of each other’s scars. That’s it, that’s the story. (SFW, gn!reader & vigilante!reader)
Dick Grayson / Nightwing
“Intruder Alert” Dick sneaks into your apartment after a rough night and the two of you end up scaring each other. (SFW, gn!reader)
Selina Kyle / Catwoman
“The Flow” Selina's suspiciously silent when Reader gets home. Apparently, her menstrual cycle's benched her for the time being. (SFW, fem!reader)
“Harley-napping” Stealing Harley from the Squad and then having a fun night out. (SFW, gn!reader, part 2, GOTHAM CITY SIRENS)
Kendra Saunders / Hawkgirl
“RAGE” You help Kendra out after she goes feral on the pentagon guards. (SFW, gn!reader)
Adrian Chase / Vigilante
“Interesting" Vigilante begs you to team up after seeing you fight once. He stalks you and then refuses to stop bothering you for the rest of one night and so you decide to take him along on a mission. Why not (NSFW, nonsexual, gn!reader)
Al Simmons (spawn 1997)
“Healing” When Al dies it’s Terry who helps you heal through his absence. Too bad he’s in love with you though. (SFW, fem!reader, IMAGE COMICS)
Green Lantern(s)
Hal Jordan / Green Lantern 1.0: “Montra” Hal’s bored but you're really good at capturing his attention (and you’ve been dancing around one another for a while now so why stop now?) (SFW, fem!reader)
Scarecrow / Jonathan Crane
“Freakum Dress” Tasked with going to a gala with your miserable boyfriend things are not looking up, then one of the Rogues makes a special appearance. Whether that’s a good thing or not is…yet to be decided. (SFW, fem!reader)
HEADCANONS / SPURTS
Victor Zsasz
Being one of Victor’s Zsaszettes (SFW, platonic!reader) hc
Jason Todd
Gangster’s wife trend w/ Jason spurt#1
“Light Work” w/ Jason spurt#5
Bruce Wayne
“Stand Up On Your Toes” w/ Bruce spurt#4
Green Lantern(s)
John Stewart / Green Lantern 3.0: “Welcome Back” w/ John spurt#6
Harley Quinn
“Rollin’” w/ Harley spurt#8
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redrobin-detective · 2 years
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i watched a video recently where the creator argued that batman should kill bc that would be "true justice" and batman not killing the joker led to jason's death. as someone who knows more about batman than me, i was wondering if you had an opinion in that take?
I'm going to try and be succinct for once in my life.
One of the defining characteristics of Batman is that he does not kill. This is primarily for two reasons. One, it is part of Bruce's beautiful if boneheadedly stringent morality and also a result of his trauma. His whole world was torn apart by death, affecting him so profoundly he's never really moved on. Many of the rogues Batman has faced are horrible, terrible people that the world would be better without but Bruce believes so much in the sanctity of life, even the worst of the worst that he cannot even think about taking one himself. His mental illness comes into play with How Hard he holds to these principles even when, all logic and emotion and sanity say he should take out the threats. His absolute refusal to budge on the issue (along with a few other things) is what makes him both a shining, inspiring hero and a tragic child who never grew up.
Reason two is because Batman, as a concept, needs to have a line. If he did not have a line then he really is no better than Falcone or Black Mask. He recognizes that he is a man acting illegally, breaking and entering, interefering with police investigations and massive amounts of threats and assault. By making himself a very staunch opponent to murder, he knows that he can be given some leniency with the law who will choose to chase the serial killers any day. He knows that at any time he risks falling into the pit of his own darkness and keeps himself out of it by staying firmly on the side of his self imposed line. It's why the conflict between Batman and Red Hood is so compelling, not just for the father/son angle but the shaky mirror image of two men who stand on opposite sides of the line. Is Hood correct that murdering the rotten souls will lead to real change? Is Batman correct that holding oneself to a principle of reform and mercy will do the same? That is the eternal debate.
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Dick and Jason and Tim like to watch scary movies. It’s a thing. It’s an excuse to cuddle and eat junk food in a dark room and make fun of bad corn-syrup violence.
It’s especially hilarious because Tim, when he’s out of his Robin suit, is kind of a scaredy-cat. Like, he will face down Ra’s al Ghul, but a Micheal Myers jump scare—nuh-uh, he’s hiding his face in the toddies.
So either Dick or Jason jokes that they should have Tim cockwarm/ride one of them while they watch, because him jolting and clenching in fear would feel fucking great.
It’s a joke. It’s just a joke. But the moment it’s said, the whole room is quiet, and none of them will look at each other, and they all realize that oh my god, I’m into it.
So it becomes a thing. It takes a little bit of maneuvering, because trying to get a position where one can cockwarm a big dick and also comfortably view a screen is kind of a hassle, but they figure it out. It’s best to do it sideways—with their legs sprawled out over the the couch.
And God, are Jason and dick *into* it. They’ll deliberately pick movies with the most jumpscares, the most terror, the most blood, just to hear that little whimper from Tim and feel that *clench* as he buries his face in their chest.
They start babying him about it too— oh no baby bird, you’re scared? Here, ride my cock for comfort. There you go. Good boy.
Just Tim’s hips pressed flush against the hilt of a cock, less riding and more *grinding* back and forth against it, his hands bunched in their sweatshirt.
It’s all fun and games and hot until they’re on patrol, in a very serious situation, when some goon or monster jumps out and startles Tim, and his first instinct is to look over to the Red Hood and wiggle his hips a little because *why isn’t he riding his cock?*
I CANT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
just the entire scenario, the situation😍😍😍😍😍!!!!!!!!!!!
like them conditioning tim to get horny and wet, to clench down on their cocks when he gets scared. tim being genuinely startled by scary movies because it's so unlike real life where he can see it coming and have some control over the situation. and plus the mask protects him with some sort of mental trick where when he's wearing it he's the fearless robin. but without it he's just normal, squishy tim drake.
them having their movie nights to bond with each other while bruce and damian, the two quietest and most introverted of the family try to bond by going on patrol together.
movie nights emerged as a way for the three of them to spend some quality time together while joking about what batman and robin could be getting up to.
jason was the one who started the tradition of watching horror movies. he'd stopped by a gas station on the way to the manor. picked up their favorite chips, snacks, and soda. tim was licking at a spoon of strawberry ice cream when jason dumped out the last thing from his plastic bag.
it was a 5 dollar movie. wrapped in shiny, cheap plastic with the grayed-out image of a woman screaming on the front. it was low budget and so cheesy it was almost comedic. it was the kind of horror movie that relied on cheap scares and drawn-out chase scenes with a lot of cleavage showing.
but it was the start of a well-loved tradition.
it didn't take long for them to pick up on how tim curled into their arms, snack discarded on his lap as he stared at the screen with huge, alarmed eyes. he pressed the soft swell of his cheek to shoulders and buried his face into their necks or chest when a monster or the killer jumped out.
dick would try settling tim like he was a spooked cat, stroking his flank and running his fingers down the sides of his ribs.
jason tries offering to switch the genre but tim just stares at him with confused eyes and asks why he'd want to do that.
it's such an unusual sight and the first time it happened they were so certain tim was yanking their chain.
scary movies....scared tim.
they'd laugh if tim wasn't so clearly distressed every time he tried to burrow into their body to get away from the sound of freddy kreuger's laughter.
it's jason's turn to serve as tim's safe haven from the creeper hunting down a brother and sister pair when he says it offhandedly.
it's just a bit of a joke, an attempt to lighten tim's frightened demeanor.
jason's not even certain of what the exact wording was. something about if only tim shook like this while riding his cock.
tim rides cock like it's his goddamn job.
his pussy is tight, hot, wet- all the things that make a good pussy. jason's favorite thing to do on a lazy sunday is to part his timmy's thighs and fuck into the hot seam of him until he's grunting like a caveman and spilling into the little hole that arches up to meet his thrusts.
when jason glances over at dick he sees that same look. that heat in his eyes and that flash of desire that his him biting down on his bottom lip.
tim whimpers, apparently not having heard, and tucks his face into the crook of jason's neck.
the next time they get together dick makes the joke. tim is cuddled between his legs with his ear pressed to dick's chest while his eyes are locked on the screen, pupils blown wide.
he murmurs something about how tight tim is while stroking a hand down his tensed back.
he says something about maybe helping tim loosen up....
yeah, timmy just needed to loosen up. maybe a nice fat cock in his pussy would help ease away from of that fear.
it becomes a running thing, thinly veiled jokes about tim and how his fast-paced breaths at particularly stressful points in the movie sound-
tim picks up on it eventually. he turns red at their words, darting his eyes away and shifting with embarressment but interest still painted clear on his face.
they don't plan it. not really.
just that tim is wearing some loose, oversized cotton shorts that may have once been dick's. his shirt is long and covers his exposed bottom when jason peels them down to his knees.
they figure out that the spooning position is the best. with tim and jason on their sides while dick watches them in the armchair right next to it.
tim is the little spoon, facing the front and unable to turn around and hide in jason's chest. only able to cover his eyes with his hands and peek through his spread fingers as the zombies in dawn of the dead bang and smear blood on windows.
jason doesn't pay attention to the movie for a single fucking second.
only catching the opening credits when he rubbed his throbbing cockhead against the pulsing heat of tim's little slit, pushing in and holding back a grunt as he felt tim's walls split open and part for him.
the spooning positon was perfect, allowing jason to curl around tim's body and bury his nose into the top of tim's sweet-smelling head. listening to hitches in tim's breath as the characters awoke to the dead in the streets and mauling innocent people.
jason felt every shiver, every hitch, every tremble. he felt as tim clenched tight around his cock everytime he was startled and without jason's chest to shielf him happened often.
tim shifted too, pushing away from the edge of the couch and curling his feet close like he thought a zombie would reach up from the floor and grab his ankle.
he didn't seem to notice what his rocking dead. during slow parts of the movie he came to his senses. apparently realizing just how much his pussy was dripping with arousal, how his throbbing clit was furious with him for being neglected and pulsing between his legs where a cock was deep inside him, gliding against his insides.
but tim's realization wouldn't last long and he'd be back to white knuckle gripping his shirt and staring at the screen with big eyes as he clenched and gripped and sunk deeper on that cock-
jason and dick cumming always took him by surprise. temporarily pausing tim's fright and fear and causing an expression of confusion to cross his face as he tried to process why he suddenly felt so wet and warm inside- why he little pussy was starting to involuntarily seize around the cock inside until the wind was knocked out of tim with his own surprise orgasm.
it probably wasn't a good thing. indirectly conditioning tim to associate times of great fright with an immediate reward of an orgasm and cock stuffing his little pussy full.
it made quite the unfortunate situation when a particularly nightmarish rogue got the drop on tim and pinned him to the floor. they expected to rip out the throat of robin but were instead greeted with a short cut-off gasp followed by a pained moan as tim's thighs clenched and he spread his legs.
a fucking awkward second passed before tim looked down at himself in confusion and up at a frozen rogue staring at him with deer-in-the-headlights eyes.
that never lasted long because either nightwing or redhood would pop up and knock the guy out before helping up tim who shot them both accusing looks and crossed his legs until his pussy stopped whining for a cock.
'you did this!' they could hear tim hiss at them as he turned to walk away. 'this is your fault!'
poor timmy. poor, sweet timmy and his sloppy little cunt.
jason and dick would probably feel bad if the orgasms weren't so fucking good.
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Could you do a timinette shifter au where Mari an Tim are house cats and the rest are bigger more predatory animals? The family likes to make fun of them for being small and their cat like tendencies? If not that’s fine. Thank you!
<3
Jason storms through the door to find Mars and Tim cuddled up in cat form.
“Hey Replacement, look what I found!” Jason slammed open the door, almost ripping it out of the hinges. His smirk viciously sharp, fangs glinting an almost black red from leftover blood. The phone in his hand depicted an image of a gun.
“Replaceme-?” Jason cut himself off, noticing two cats cuddled together in the middle of the bed. He sent a curious gaze towards the small animals. What?
The male cat, a black haired ojos azule, sent a glare at the man. Jason didn’t flinch, but instead felt the ends of his mouth twitch. He almost instantly switched to the camera app, snapping pictures.
“Oh Timmyboy~! The family will love these!” The cat hissed at him, likely wanting to tackle the man. Tim stopped himself from extendinghis fangs when he heard a small mewl.
“TimTam, go back to sleep..” The other cat, a female of the same species, spoke to the older male in their language. She pouted as she felt him pull away.
“Timmmm..” She whined, watching as the cat took the form of a human with cat-like features.
“Jason, I swear if you-” The teen stormed forward, reaching for the phone.
“Too late Timmyboy~! The whole family has already seen it!” Jason showed off the screen, his phone going wild with notifications from the “Batfam” group chat. “Shoulda locked your door~!”
“I did you bastard! You’re the one who picked the lock!” Tim could feel himself getting angrier, more moody.
“Awww, damn. ‘Should get a better lock then Replacement.” Tim swatted at the older man, barely missing. Jason quickly turned on his heels, rubbing through the halls. Tim grumbled, getting ready to chase after him.
“Tim.” A hand on his tail intercepted him, causing him to jump.
“Mars?” Timothy turned towards the now half human, half cat woman. “What are you-?” The girl cut him off, leaving a light kiss on his lips. He could feel his heart get caught in his throat, a heavy blush covering his face. Fuck.
She tugged at him, whining for him to come back to their cuddle time. He kicked the door behind them closed, tackling the girl onto the bed. He peppered her with little kisses, smiling as she let out soft giggles.
“Tim~ I want cuddles~” The girl yawned, running her hand through his hair. He let out a brief chuckle as he snuggled closer, a goofy, lovesick smile gracing his lips.
“Of course, Mari. All the cuddles you want.” He curled up to her, spooning her small body. As minutes flew by, they stayed in the same position, slowly getting more comfortable. The sun shines through the window, warming up the room.
Tim felt as her petite body became even smaller, furier. He grinned as he felt himself too, becoming a small creature.
Undisturbed, tiny snores flooded the room, the scene before Jason entered returned.
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Extra:
GunsAndMoreGuns:
(Photo depicting two cats cuddled together on a bed)
Caught @TechNerd and @Mininette together 👀 I’ll sell more pictures of them for $30 a piece.
OG Bird:
AKEHHEUDHDHDHDHDDB
SO SMALL
I WILL VENMO $300 YOU RIGHT NOW JASON. SEND THEM ALL!
GunsAndMoreGuns:
Bet. Unless @FatherBat wants to give me a better offer?
FatherBat:
OG Bird:
DONT EVEN BRUCE, DONT YOU DARE!!
GunsAndMoreGuns:
He just venmoed me $750, sorry Dick. You lost >;)
Money’s money, little bro.
OG Bird:
I AM LITERALLY OLDER THAN YOU! LITTLE. BROTHER.
PurpleWafflesPlease:
Oh my gosh. LMAO
DamianWayne:
Father, why are you running to your office?
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Notes: I hope this is good enough for now ^-^)/ a little bit of wholesomeness for us all.
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