I am begging people to understand that reproductive rights is as much the right to become and remain pregnant as it is to terminate a pregnancy.
Encouraging all people capable of being pregnant to get their tubes tied or get a hysterectomy isn't the solution you think it is.
Most people who get abortions do so because they want to be able to get pregnant in the future.
Back-alley abortions often leave people unable to become pregnant again, even if they want to. Legal, safe abortion ensures that a person can terminate a pregnancy while still retaining the option and ability to become pregnant again.
PoC, disabled people, and trans and intersex people have historically been barred from the right to get pregnant and reproduce. These marginalized groups have faced sterilization and maternal mortality for a long time.
If you think reproductive justice is only about the right to *not* be pregnant, you are woefully misinformed.
Reproductive justice means people should be able to control their own bodies, whether it means ending or preventing a pregnancy, or becoming pregnant and remaining pregnant.
Reproductive justice means that healthcare providers should and must address the barriers and dangers PoC, disabled people, and trans and intersex people face when it comes to obstetrics and gynecology.
Reproductive justice means lowering the maternal mortality rate for black people in America.
Reproductive justice means not sterilizing disabled people and providing safe options for disabled people who want to become pregnant.
Reproductive justice means acknowledging that trans people may want to become pregnant and not mandating they be sterilized in order to legally transition.
Reproductive justice means not sterilizing intersex babies and children in the attempt to make them fit into a dyadic, binary sex.
Reproductive justice is not just about abortions.
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Totally didn't write Tim being confused.
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βSo are you going to want in on it?β Jason asked without looking over at Tim. If his brother wanted to follow after him on his mundane patrol, let him.
βYouβd be okay with that?β Tim asked, unable (or not trying to) keep the surprise out of his voice.
Jason just shrugged, sure to exaggerate the motion to show through his armor. Tim had done him a favor with this research, Jason figured he earned a spot on the bust. Besides, Jason wasβ¦ trying. He couldnβt make up for what heβd done to Tim, but he could try to be better now.
βYes, sure,β Tim said in response to the shrug. βJust let me know when and Iβll make sure the others know to cover my route that night. Or nights, if you need help planning?β
Gut reaction was to growl at the offer of help planning, but Jason forced the sound back down into a noncommittal noise. He was better now. He didnβt need to do everything himself. His goons, and god he still didnβt like that name but whatever, proved that. Crime Alley was better because of them. βMaybe. Lemme look over your data first. Iβll let you know.β
βRight, sure, of course,β Tim said with an aborted flutter of his hand. βJust let me know.β
Fuck, Jason really should say yes, let Tim help. βYeah, I will. Just need to go over what youβve got, get my head around it, you know?β
Tim nodded. Some of his hair slipped out of the hair tie that he had it pulled back into. Jason thought it was good for the kid to be growing his hair out, getting out of that perfect corporate box he put himself into too much, but he didnβt know how to say that in a way that wouldnβt offend Tim or make him feel judged, so Jason kept quiet.
In the quiet it was very easy to hear a too familiar voice growl, βI said back off! Iβm not interested!β
Jason sighed, the noise threatening through the modulation of the helmet, and turned to run over the roof tops towards the voice. He could feel rather than hear Tim change directions with him, ever the loyal shadow.
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Tim perched on the edge of the roof that Jason was leaning over.
βCome on, my moneyβs good,β huffed some dude. He must have gotten out of his car to confront the sex worker who had turned him down. Which beyond being rude, no still meant no even if the person was a sex worker, it was clear the worker was done for the night. They were carrying two handfuls of plastic bags and Tim could smell the food from the roof.
βI said no, dude,β they said. βGo find someone working a corner if you need it that bad.β
βYeah, they donβt have what you have,β the guy said. Then he did the stupidest thing he could have done and reached out while the sex worker pulled away.
Jason was already over the ledge of the roof before Tim had twitched. He landed with a purposeful crunch on the battered asphalt and had his gun drawn and pointed as the guy spun around.
βYou new to the Alley?β Jason growled.
The guy (who looked two seconds away from pissing his pants) shook his head.
βThen you should know the rules,β Jason said. He stepped forward and pressed his gun against the guyβs temple.
Timβs gaze flicked between Jason and the sex worker, who was looking onβ¦ fondly? Something else was going on here.
βI see you fucking with people like this again and youβll lose something important, got it?β
βGot it,β the guy squeaked.
βGet out of here.β
The guy scrambled back to his car and took off with a squeal of tires. Tim jumped down silently while Jason holstered his gun and turned to the sex worker.
βHood!β They said with a bright smile.
βDanny,β Jason growled. βWhat are you doing out here at this time of night?β
βDelivering some dinner to Nickie and the girls,β Danny said, holding up the plastic bags in his hands.
Jasonβs fingers twitched like he wanted to run a hand over his helmet (or strangle the other). βDressed like that?β
The worker, Danny, pouted and looked down at his outfit. There was a large sliver of stomach exposed between the bright green crop top with a pattern of cartoon ghosts, tiny black shorts with magenta details, and knee high black boots. Tim sort of thought the look worked for him in an eye searing way.
βOh come on, Iβm going to see Nickie. You know I have to dress right or sheβll drag me off to another makeover. I canβt take any more makeovers, Hood. Andβ¦ donβt you think I look good?β
βOf course you look good,β Jason said.
Timβs head whipped over to stare. He had to purposeful close his mouth before he caught flies.
Dannyβs pout grew. βThen whatβs the issue?β
βThe issue is people are going to think youβre a hooker.β
Wasnβt he?
Danny rested a hand on his hip and raised a brow at Jason. βYou say that like being a hooker is a bad thing. Do I need to tell the girls you said that?β
βYou know what I mean!β Jason argued. βYou just had a pushy John try to pick you up!β
βAnd I was handling him!β
Jason growled again and took a threatening step forward. Instead of being cowed by it, Danny stepped up into Jasonβs space, basically pressing himself along Jasonβs looming form. And then Danny stood up on his tip toes and pressed a kiss to Jasonβs helmet, right where his mouth would be.
Tim could hear the dial up tone in his own mind.
What.
It only got louder when Jason sighed and just slumped, the fight going out of him.
βDannyβ¦β
βIβm fine, Hood. Look, Iβll take the food to Nickie and stay with the girls until you can walk me home. Or your little shadow can.β
When Jasonβs head jerked up to looked at Tim, he couldnβt help the instinct to raise his hands innocently.
Jason just grumbled and let his helmet drop onto Dannyβs slim shoulder, which started shaking with laughter.
βShut up,β Jason said.
βYou forgot he was there, didnβt you?β Danny asked. He transferred all the food to one side so that he could run a hand over the helmet and down to Jasonβs neck.
Jason letting someone touch him so casually, especially as Red Hood wasnβt helping Timβs brain reboot.
βRed, get your ass over here,β Jason said.
Tim figured it was best to listen with whatever the fuck was going on here. He slipped out of the shadows while Danny turned around, tucked himself back into Jasonβs arms, and smiled at Tim.
βRed, Danny. Danny, Red Robin, one of the Bats.β
βHi,β Danny chirped cheerfully and held out his empty hand.
βHello,β Tim said, shaking it mostly on instinct. What the fuck was going on here?
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AN: Oh look! Another Bat finally meets Danny! Tim is so, so confused. I'm not feeling well at all, so I went back to the tried and true fic that I'm not writing. It's been a while since I haven't written it, hasn't it?
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First things first: I have canonically made Vincent infertile in Misconduct; itβs literally the least I could do for our poor reader, and I never planned pregnancy to be a part of the story and it wonβt be. Thereβs so much thatβs yet to be discovered in Misconduct but maybe this could help kinda let you guys theorise wtf is gonna happen?
Regardless of that, thereβs no harm in what ifs, so let's begin.
-For this imagine, Vincent is not in the picture-
Alastor would genuinely tweak tf OUT
Alastor does not want children; but if it's what will make you happy heβs very much willing to sacrifice everything just to see you smile
If you want an abortion, Alastor would find the best back alley abortion βclinicβ for you so you got the healthcare you deserved
If you wanted to keep it, Alastor would sneak bits of human meat into your dinner to get the cannibalism rolling early w his offspring regardless of if you knew about it or how you felt about it
Alastor would already do anything for you - itβs not a joke he would set the literal world on fire for you. So pregnancy doesnβt instil a want in him to do more for you then he already can
Saying that, ofc Alastor will get you anything you needed, or anything you wanted without the factor of pregnancy; so just be careful with the power you hold
Doesnβt want a kid, Alastor hates kids, BUTβ¦ He would ONLY love the offspring if you loved it; if it came out of you and you hated it he would throw it so far into the orphanage i'm not even kidding
If you were a bad mother, Alastor would genuinely just believe that you were doing your best and could never see you in a bad light; he believes striking a child is fine and is good parenting (they're in the 1920s, they're basically barbarians) so he wouldnβt care whether you were a good or bad mother
I find this funny, but if you fell over and hurt yourself, Alastor would fret over you so much, worrying about you and treating you with care that was over the top for a fall; but if it was your kid who fell over? Alastor would just deadpan his expression whilst side eyeing your crying child
Despite the hardships of parenthood, Alastor would grow to love the child; but you would always be his number one priority, aka if he had to choose between you and your kid i'm so sorry but he is picking you.
If that pisses you off then Alastor will just lock you in his cellar. WHO SAID THAT???
Because Alastor would grow to love the child, he would become insanely obsessed with your child's safety; e.g if your child is getting bullied he will kill the kids parents as a warning and use their meat to make an awfully large dinner
The best outcome for your child is if you love it whilst also giving Alastor all the attention he craves from you, otherwise your kid is gonna have a bad time
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