#because there's lazarus pits underneath gotham

[stillebesat]

Hunting Batman

What if Danny comes home from school one day to hear his parents in the living room talking about a new client of theirs that bought up a bunch of their ghost hunting gear in order to go hunt/capture the Batman. And like it's Batman. Sure the dude is a Gotham cryptid. But a Ghost?! Ha. He's totally not. It's a nice laugh and he can see how his parents would believe it. But Batman a Ghost? No. Danny doesn't believe it. Only. In the middle of the night. After Danny has come back from chucking the Box Ghost into the Ghost Zone for the 15th billionth time. He's still thinking about it. Could Batman be a Ghost? It seems unlikely, but....he's heard rumors over the years. Of the various Bats and Robins. How they can't seem to die. Or if they do...they don't stay 'dead' for long....not long enough for anyone to track down a body at least.

And IF he's a ghost. And IF this mysterious client is right....then his parents are going to be complicent in capturing and possibly torturing/maiming/trying to kill etc at this point THE BATMAN one of the FOUNDERS of the Justice League.

And despite all their flaws, especially around Ghosts, Danny does not want his parents to be labeled super villains and placed on the Justice Leagues's watch list or worst their Wanted List just because they didn't do a freaking background check on their new client.

So maybe for his peace of mind, Danny tracks down the paperwork. Just to, you know, double check and make sure the new client isn't some crazy super villain and just your normal regular amateur ghost hunter that they see quite often here in Amity.

And it all seems pretty normal. Sure it's A LOT of weapons and containment devices, but it's not like the government doesn't try to mass order them on occasion. So it's fine. It's all fine. Batman will be fine.

Until he sees the signature of the client at the bottom of the paperwork.

A Mr. Joe Kerr :)

#Danny Phantom #Batman #dc x dp crossover #smiley face and all in the signature #cue the 'oh no my parents are totally going to prison!! for helping a super villain the /WORST/ super villain!!!' panic #and then Danny gets to Gotham and discovers the entire place reeks of stale/rotten ectoplasm #because there's lazarus pits underneath gotham #and while the weapons /shouldn't/ hurt humans #who knows at this point who has and hasn't been contaminated by the lazarus pit waters #So a lot more people may get hurt #So Danny's frantically trying to track down Batman or any of the other vigilantes to warn them #And depending on when in the timeline it is a lot of the bat crew besides Jason /could/ be affected by the ghost weapons. #Joker doesn't honestly believe Batman is a ghost #He just thinks it's a nice new joke #Look! I have this Fancy Gun! #But no worries. When I shoot you it won't hurt! Because you're not a ghost batman #Red Hood on the other hand? #Joker can't wait to see if Hood is actually the Ghost of Robin II

[deadsetobsessions]

There’s a child wandering the streets of Crime Alley. Unfortunately, this is nothing new for the area, riddled with crime and homelessness as it is. However, Red Hood and Nightwing are vigilantes and helping lost looking children is firmly in their job description. Plus, Crime Alley is Red Hood’s. He protects what’s his. With a single shared look, the brothers swung down to the child clad in just a white dress and some thin flats completely unsuitable for Gotham’s worsening weather. Hell it’s be unsuitable for the general poor weather.

“Hey, kiddo.”

The girl’s head swung to lock gazes with the duo, eyes blinking blue- and green? Red Hood allowed his brother- he worked so hard to beat down the pit madness in order for Nightwing to even remain near- to take the lead.

“Oh. There you are.” She said, turning to face them fully. The kid’s face filled with relief.

Nightwing blinked.

“You were looking for us?” His soft voice saved for children firmed into something more serious, more concerned.

“Mmhm. I was looking for Red Hood, but you’re a good bonus.”

“And why were you looking for me, kid?” Red Hood interjects. He knows Dickolas is clocking the same things he is: the kid’s white whispy hair, pale face, and… Lazarus green eyes? It’s more solid now, that she’s looking at Jason.

Dick straightened, eyes going heavy as he looks at this wisp of a girl. He’s fiercely protective of Jason and they’re both equally wary of the League of Assassins. Still, the two of them couldn’t help but let their guard down a bit because this was still a child they’re talking to.

“Because… um. Did you know you’ve died?”

Hood stiffened, hand going towards his guns. Granted, they’re rubber bullets, but the kid clocks that immediately. She threw her hands up in the universal gesture of “I’m unarmed and mean no harm.”

“I- well, to put it frankly, you kind of… stink?”

“What.”

“Ugh, I’m totally messing this up!”

“Why don’t you start again?” Dick said, shifting into a subtler fighting stance. He kept his voice light, but Jason saw the way his hands inched towards the scrims sticks. Distantly, Jason thought it was hilarious that this tiny kid could evoke that kind of response. Looking into Lazarus green eyes though, he couldn’t find the humor anywhere. The worst thing, though, is that the pit quieted. The rage the bubbled incessantly underneath his skin calmed. Jason did not like feeling bereft of the rage, not when he didn’t know why it was gone. He had just gained control of it, minimally, and to have that control be unnecessary left the vigilantes off kilter.

“Right, okay, sorry. Um, did you, uh, die and wake up surrounded by glowing green stuff?”

Before Jason could reply ‘yes, and why the hell do you know that?’, the kid continued with, “Because me too!”

She did jazz hands as Jason’s and Dick’s brains short circuited. Jason thought he even heard a little “yay!”

“What.” Jason sputtered out. His stomach and heart clenched as he thought about how young the kid looked. Fuck.

“Yeah. So, anyways-”

“Don’t speed past that like you didn’t say what you just said!” Dick interrupted, hand tugging at his hair in distress. His body language slipped from battle ready to extremely distressed. “You died?”

“You were- you were dipped in the Lazarus pits?!” Jason felt the need to address that specific point.

“I mean, it’s not that important? The important thing is- wait, what’s a Lazarus pit?”

Jason froze again. She didn’t know what they were?

“It’s… the glowing green stuff.” Dick answered her.

“Oh. Is that what you were dipped in?” She tilted her head at Jason. He nodded, wariness climbing. “Oh. Well, I mean, that’s not we call it. But the stuff you were dipped in, it’s rank. Contaminated.”

Jason thinks back to the burning, drowning green. The agony he felt as it slipped into his mouth and nose and his very being.

“It was bubbling.” He said. The girl grimaced. Jason had no idea why he was being so honest with this kid.

“Gross. Anyways, I can, like, help you with that?”

“With what?” Dick asked, eyes darting from the girl to Jason.

The girl groaned. “Okay, so I guess you guys are kind of new. Uh, the contaminated green stuff,” she points at Jason’s chest. “That’s making you angry, right? Leaving you in the backseat of your head as your body breaks whatever got you angry to begin with and you have no control over it?”

“…The pit madness.” Jason mumbled, feeling numb. “Yeah.”

“…Right. I can help you clear that out,” she pauses, fidgeting. “If… If you help me talk to Batman? It’s kind of… urgent.”

“Batman?”

“Why?”

“Uh. There’s kind of… a whole mad scientist thing going on and like… experimentation and dissections… you know?” The kid waved her arms around, distressed.

Dick and Jason unfortunately did know.

“Cave?” Jason grumbled.

“Cave.”

“Okay, we’ll bring you to the cave. Then you tell us everything.”

“Really?”

She looked up at them hopefully, and Jason could see the moment Dickolas melted. Not that Jason could say anything, since he was already taking off his jacket and bundling the kid in it.

“Um.”

“Who the hell let you walk around Gotham like that?” He scowled down at her, not that she could see it with the red helmet in the way. Dick looked at him carefully, eyes roving over the oddly relaxed state his little wing was in.

The kid shrugged. Jason sighs.

“What’s your name?” Dick asked. Scooping her up, the blue and black clad raised his free arm to grapple away. Jason follows him, heading towards the motorcycles they’ve got parked nearby.

“Dani. With an I.”

“Nice to meet you, Dani. I’m Nightwing. This is my… this is Red Hood.”

“Okay. Cool.”



#danny phantom #danielle phantom #danielle fenton #red hood #jason Todd #dick grayson #nightwing #dani going: you stink but I can help with that #dani trying to save her siblings from the GIW by bribing/blackmailing the vats #like they wouldn’t just take a look at this literal child and jump a cliff to help #dani: I need help #also dani: let me insult a crime lord #the plan worked though #this has been sitting in my drafts for too long #dani is both traumatized and a sassy little shit #dani ‘haven’t learned social cues’ Fenton #to be fair it’s not like vlad cared for social niceties #vlad the creep #dani dresses like she wants to get mugged on purpose

[bongo-clash]

Peacock Au Part 1

Okay so Big Huge credit to @stealingyourbones for letting me do my own take on their amazing eldritch Danny idea!!!! This started out as me just doing a drawing but then I ended up with a whole DPxDC fic that I'll be posting the part two for at some point!!! Anyway, here's the vague designs:

And here's the part one of the fic under the cut!!! :D (Edit: Part 2 is Here!!)

There’s a Lazarus Pit forming underneath Gotham. Normally, this would not concern John Constantine at all, because it’s Gotham, therefore Bat territory therefore not his problem, and honestly he has his own things to worry about. Unfortunately for him, however, the infamous Dark Knight has somehow gotten it into his head that he can do something about it and, Hell, he’d said it would be a ‘big favour’, which meant the man really must be desperate; had to have been in the first place, he supposed, to have even bothered with John in the first place. 

Still, he’d almost kind of forgotten what a huge mess any kind of favour for Batman could be, and thus, he now holds possession of a book that is probably going to get him killed. 

Whether the actual book itself wants to kill him is up for debate, but Constantine has read the contents of this particular Book of Summonings and nothing in here seems remotely safe. He’s absolutely going to be hiding this away somewhere deep in the archives of the archives of the Justice League watchtower with an incredibly pointed ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ on it once he’s done with this, but for now, it’s the only thing he’s got in the way of sorting out this Pit problem. 

There’s an entity that exists, this book claims, that keeps the balance between realms. ‘Closes doors’, apparently, and the doors the pages depict certainly look like a Lazarus Pit. This is brilliant news, obviously, but the book doesn’t describe the entity itself at all beyond that; barely any of the other entries are as vague as this, and that plus some of the frankly bizarre sigils he’s having to draw to summon the damn thing are giving him no comfort. The only remotely comforting thing about it is that the ritual doesn’t require any blood- which either means the entity is benign, or it wants something more valuable than blood. 

…Okay, maybe not that comforting, actually. 

But, before he can consider that maybe this wasn’t his best idea and backing out would be for the best, the sigils flare with light, and Constantine squints to keep track of the way they activate, desperate for any indication of what he’s managed to summon with that stupid book. 

His feet feel feathery against the ground, like they’re barely tethered by gravity and just waiting to float away, and perhaps the seeming lack of atmosphere is fitting with how dust like stars lift from the summoning circle, bringing with them intercepting layers of purple-blue-pink-white, galaxies and nebulae being peeled off the floor. It comes with a sound- something whistling, almost. Seeming hollow, between a shriek and a bell ringing, or maybe more musical than that. It seems to change every moment he tries to focus on it, as if it’s something his ears can’t really hear but his brain is desperate to process, painful to try. 

And then, the entity begins to form. 

Unnoticeably at first, a white glow drifts forming in the centre. It congeals as Constantine’s gaze finally fixates on it, layers forming like jellyfish trails, or flowers, or peacock feathers with runic circles at the tips, fading smaller and smaller as they reach the centre, and a thing akin to a body unfolds into view at the front, a centrepiece. A child’s image of a shadow in opalescence, a strange curving feature where a neck might be, and searing-green spots of varying sizes scattered along the space where cheeks and eyes could’ve been, fading up and down across the lower-half of the ‘face’ and into the ‘hair’. He barely understands what he’s looking at, but maybe that’s the point. 

The sound of a thunderstorm rings across the room, and the curve of the neck unfolds, and it’s an eye, and the tips of a thousand twisted, cosmic peacock feathers become eyes as well, if they weren’t always. They move, wavering, either lashing or flickering from visibility. 

“And what is this?” The voice is a kaleidoscope, echoing off and from every corner of the room, and when they speak, infinite eyes become infinite mouths, too many teeth barely contained by the edges of what seem vaguely like frostbitten lips. To have something even remotely human suddenly etch itself onto the entity is somehow worse than the parts he can’t comprehend. “Who are you, to have summoned me, and seem so afraid?”

Constantine wishes, maybe for the first time, that it hadn’t been an obligation to do this alone; he’s never wanted Batman or one of the Light members with him more than now. It’s a difficult thing, almost impossible, to shake off the speechlessness. It’s a wonder that it’s possible at all, with how the room seems to have been twisted into a vacuum. “I was told you could- you could help with the pits?”

“The pits. There are many pits.”

God, this is creepy. “The Lazarus pits to, uh, to be specific. There’s a huge one cropping up under Gotham that’s not supposed to be there, and the local- I mean, the locals are getting antsy about it. …I heard you can take care of them.”

“I can smell its blood between the gaps of atmosphere, encircling. You, whose soul is bound in so many directions, who may be pulled apart like meat in time- can you sense it? Does it draw you?” John doesn’t know how this- this thing knows that, but he’s scared asking will invoke some kind of consequence, and more and more he’s wondering why the Hell he decided to do Batman this favour. He feels exposed. 

“Uh… no, I don’t think so. But can you fix it?”

“Yes.”

“…Will you fix it?”

The chill is getting to him. Goosebumps are running across his arms like a livewire, and he’s never doing anyone a favour ever again. The entity makes an approximation of a hum, his ears shriek with whale song and stars, and after a pause, everything switching up and down on itself, the peacock eyes form into huge, reaching hands. For a second, Constantine’s whole body freezes with terror, because he’s petrified the thing’s going to grab him, but then the arms tumble phasing into the ground, and the green spots on their ‘face’ flare with a supernova glow and they make another piercing noise, chiming or trilling. 

A long moment later, the hands slowly return to the entity’s back, and fade into the peacock feathers or jellyfish bells or whatever they were before, blinking at him. “It is gone.”

“Uh… cheers?”

“It will not return, but this place shall see its dead for some time. Try not to look.”

This is maybe the worst day of Constantine’s life. “Can I- uh, yeah, great advice. ‘Appreciate it. But, can I ask just, y’know, what you are? Or not.”

“That is up to you.” They say, and though the eyes that appear briefly between sentences bely or reveal no expression, it feels scrutinising. “What is it that closes doors? Is it alive?”

He hates riddles. He hates riddles and he hates cosmic horrors and he hates eldritch entities and he hates Batman for getting him to agree to this horrible favour. He wants to go back to the House of Mystery and pass out for long enough that this whole thing becomes a dream. “Fair enough! Forget I asked- cheers for sorting out that pit, though. Uh, don’t suppose you’ll just let me go on my way or anything now.”

“I know of your Bat.” 

Oh dear. Constantine’s stomach sinks like a shipwreck into the Mariana Trench, but the entity moves on like they’d never even said it. “I will recede, and find you in time, perhaps both. You will know when I am coming, and I will find my recompense.”

And just like that, their whole form shimmers into clouds and pearls and smoke and mirrors, and they fade back into the runes that summoned them like tap water down the drain. The galaxies they’d formulated within the confines of the room fold back in on themselves and turn to whispers and then nothing, but the feeling persists on his skin long after weight has settled back onto his bones. He hadn’t known a thing like that existed until now. He doesn’t know what it can do, doesn’t know how all-encompassing it truly is. 

And he owes it a favour. 

Crap. 

#I'll be posting the part two at some point soon since it's already written out so prepare for that lmao!! #Warning that there might be some mistakes in here since I literally just wrote this and the second part a couple hours ago #This is a Little bit of a thing about my hc on the Ghost Monarchy and how it isn't Actually a monarchy #It's just that the 'king' keeps the actual physical balance of the GZ (ie natural portal stuff) & the title originally had a different name #But when Pariah Dark took the mantle he decided it made him the ruler of the GZ and that's why the Ancients took him down #But I'll talk more abt that if I ever get around to finishing that GZ culture/history/evolution post thing I had planned lmao!!!! #Either way I Love Eldritch Danny sm and writing this was so so fun!!! #Part two will be from Danny's perspective!!! #I might colour those drawings and stuff at some point but for now I like them as they are!!! #Also before I forget I Am still thinking about that pizza delivery guy pt. 2 I just got stuck a bit!!! It'll hopefully appear at some point #dp au #danny phantom au #dpxdc #john constantine #danny phantom fanart #dp fanart #danny phantom #Bongo's Aus!!! #Bongo's Writing!!! #Bongo's Art!!! #tw body horror #peacock au

[ghost-bxrd]

this is the same anon who asked about the scp foundation

yeah that’s basically it: secure contain protect. There’s a bunch of creatures and monsters they capture and hold to protect other people (though they also sacrifice employees for experiments so “protect” is debatable)

The reason I’m bringing it up though, is bc they would absolutely be interested in Talon and Fae Dick. And not in a good way.

There’s been instances with sentient scps (such as 105, who can essentially reality bend via photos) where the foundation would capture them even if they weren’t going to harm anyone. And I kept thinking. Fae Dick doesn’t exactly HIDE what he is, and Talon Dick doesn’t exactly resemble a normal human with the glowing eyes and pale skin.

(Gotham in general could probably be considered an SCP though, I’m pretty sure it’s canonically cursed)

Ksksk I immediately thought about the last point with Gotham being cursed because— that city has a canonical SECOND Gotham (Gotham Below) underneath it (sealed off but still). And I mean— Lazarus Pits, Man-Bats, freaky Bird cults…. The SCP foundation would have one heck of a time trying to contain all of THAT particular crazy ksksks.

But yes I can see your point! But both Talon!Dick and Fae!Dick have enough of a support system (ie Titans, JLA, the BATMAN(!) (yes he’s his own warning ksksks)…) that locking them up… might work. Just not for very long. And in doing so would bring down the combined forces of earth’s superhero community on their heads. Something not in the interest of the foundation I reckon 👁️

However, maybe they could enter into a sort of ceasefire? Like, they leave Gotham‘s “crazy” alone (turn a blind eye) and in return they provide some scientifically relevant data for their research?

#I don’t know enough about the SCP foundation to know if they’d make such a deal #but point stands that kidnapping either version of Dick would land them in hot water #quite literally if Garth or Arthur get involved #which they would #dick is beloved by the superhero community and I take no critisicms on that ksksks #fae dick grayson #talon dick grayson #dick grayson #batfamily #ghost talks #scp foundation

[redhoodedangel]

Black Widow!Batmom!Reader Discovering her son, Jason Todd, is Back from the Dead

Yeah, you probably knew this was coming...

So, this is basically 'How Batmom!Reader, as the Black Widow, discovered that each Jason Todd variant in the multiverse is back from the dead' headcanons. By variant, I mean any version of Jason we've seen over the years in DC and Batman related media.

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Comics!Jason Todd

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-The moment you saw Bruce carrying the body of your wayward son, your world came crashing down...

-You break down as soon as you cradled his limp body next to Bruce

-Jason was so young and he didn't deserve what the Joker had done to him

-You spent countless weeks and sleepless nights, mourning for him

-However, you slowly began to realize that in order to truly avenge your son, you would have to stray from Bruce's moral code

-This leads to an argument between you and Bruce, leading to separation and you donning a new mantle

-The mantle of the Black Widow

-As this new vigilante, you had no moral code

-At least, not one that was heard of

-You started killing criminals of all kinds

-Murders, offenders, drug dealers, terrorists, the list goes on…

-You then met your match, 5 years after Jason’s death, in the Red Hood

-He recently took hold of the drug-related crime groups

-You had a few encounters with him, fighting each other or together

-It wasn’t until one night, he showed up to your apartment, bleeding from his neck and hand… and without his helmet

-That’s because you saw who it is underneath

-“J-Jason?”

“Hey, Ma…”

-After dressing his wound, both of you made up for lost time

-Learning of his resurrection due to the League of Assassins and the Lazarus Pit

-You swear you haven’t cried that hard since he had died…

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Arkham!Jason Todd

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-Seeing that video of what Joker did to Jason tore you apart

-Seeing him get shot sent you spiraling and looking for a way to avenge your lost son

-You cried for days, unable to stop

-Losing Jason led to a wedge in yours and Bruce’s marriage and you ended up splitting up in secret

-You abandoned the Batwoman mantle and dons the new mantle of Black Widow

-You became Gotham’s most merciless and skilled anti-heroine

-Almost three years of you plotting to take down the Joker after what he did to your son, he finally died by his own hubris… how ironic

-However, nine peaceful months after Joker was cremated, On Halloween night, all hell broke loose

-Scarecrow had taken over the city with Gotham’s most wanted… and a new face, the Arkham Knight

-This Arkham Knight character seemed to know you and Batman like the back of his hand

-You grew curious as to how and why…

-During that moment, your mind couldn’t help but drift to Jason

-You decided to find out for yourself if your hunch was correct… you headed to the Old Gotham Mall, where Jim Gordon was being held by the Knight

-Once there, you pulled out your gun and this happened:

AK: “Turn around…”

Y: “I figured you’d be here, waiting for the Bat…”

AK: “You shouldn’t be here.”

Y: “Well, too bad. Besides, you know who I am and I just figured out who you are… so, are we gonna talk this out like we used to… Son?”

-The Arkham Knight then sighs and presses a button on his mask, saying…

“You sure you really want that, Ma?”

-While your heart broke at the sight of the ‘J’ branded on his cheeks and the several smaller scars on his face, you were happy that you had found him again

-Even if it wasn’t how you pictured your reunion being like…

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Titans!Jason Todd

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-After retiring as Batwoman and Jason’s death, you became the Black Widow

-You had actually been the one to kill the Joker

-Bruce took the blame for you, leaving you to defend Gotham, along with the Titans

-You were aware of how the team treated Jason when he first joined and you took matters into your hands by talking to the group over a phone call

-However, when the Red Hood came along after three months of nothing new, and started causing mayhem, you knew what you had to do

-You had only fought the kid and you knew that he had to be highly trained

-However, you were thrown through a loop when he said this to you:

“A for effort, Widow…”

-You used to say that to Jason every time he felt like he had screwed up on something

-How could he have known what you used to say to your son almost all the time?

-It wasn’t until you received a phone call from your eldest son, Dick

“Dick, sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“It’s about the Red Hood, Mom. I know who he is…”

“You figured it out?”

“Mom… it’s Jason. He’s back…”

-Your heart burns, realizing that you were fighting against your son

-You had to take a few days off from vigilante work to process the new information…

-That’s when you had an unexpected visitor…

“Your stealth’s getting better…”

“Well, I did learn from the best…”

“… You’re here to kill me, aren’t you?…”

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re obviously here for something… and if you’re here like this, then… I did something wrong as your mother…”

-Jason then took off his helmet and drops it to the floor, saying…

“No… you’ve done nothing but help and support me… I would never want to kill you…”

-At this, you quickly got you from your seat and pulled him into a hug

-One you had both been needing for a long time…

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#marvel #dc comics #batman #dc universe #jason peter todd #bruce wayne #black widow #batmom #arkhamverse #under the red hood #tv: titans #jensen ackles #arkham knight #red hood #robin #the joker

[whumpbby]

I was just thinking about the Murder!verse and how I love Talia, but somehow managed to write her as a very antipathic character:(

I didn't have the "screen time" to fit everything of her that I came up with and it's a pain in the ass, because almost all that was left is her being a terrible mother and a violent alpha. Which isn't what her relationship with Jason and Damian was in the story that's in my head.

She was a degnified and caring alpha, a dedicated mother. She liked Jason. When Damian tells Dick that if not for Bruce, she'd mate Jay, it was the truth. I kinda missed the ship on showing that.

But I have this little story in my head of her returning to Gotham right after Jay has his son with Dick. After baby is born.

She makes her presence known to Jason and invites him to a dinner. Insinuates he should take his pup with him. And Jason does - he's his own man, it she was his alpha for a long time. Ra's was there, but he was more of a distant presence in their lives, Talia was a constant. Jay kinda hoped for a time she'd mate him, give him a permanent place in their family.

He's happy that she didn't do in in the end, happy that he didn't ask her to. They lives went astray the moment her sister came back and the Demon started to crumble.

Now, with Ra's dead, Talia slowly takes the League back in hand, slowly recovering from the torture at Nysa's hands and the madness that followed. Jason hated her back then, hated what was done to her and what it reminded him of - the months of madness after his own resurrection, the Demon inhabiting his flesh.

Now she's recovered. He sees her in the small alcove in a classy restaurant, bright and private. She looks as beautiful as ever, but the traces of the Pit are there to see - her skin too perfect, her eyes too bright, breathing too slow and her hands too steady. Jason hopes she'll be able to recover, in time, that her life wasn't extended unbearably. He has his son cradled to his chest in a wrap, protective hand over the baby's head when Talia motions for him to take a seat nest to her.

She really is beautiful, Jason thinks fleetingly.

They don't talk much. Just a few words here and there around the food. About Bruce. The family. The Demon.

He tells her about Damian, just a bit, just the common little things no one would be interested in but her.

She asks him about Dick, what sort of an alpha he is in bed (it's forward and a part of Jason is embarrassed, but it's an important thing in their clan and he is used to discussing performance of his lovers with her). She implies she knows his pregnancy was difficult and the birth even more so.

She implies that she knew and was there, ready to step in if anything went wrong.

Jason pretends he doesn't catch the implication of Lazarus waiting to be used if... No, he doesn't think about it. He's not yet strong enough to decide whether he'd be able to refuse it if his pup... He's a very different man than Bruce is, after all.

They share a meal and at the end ot it, the pup wakes up and starts to fuss, hungry. Jason opens up his shirt and let's it nurse - discreet, but unashamed. He sees Talia's nostrils flare at the sight of his scarred breast. He let's it go, it was a long time ago.

When the pup stops nursing, she's standing next to Jason and before he has a chance to close his shirt, her fingers trace the scar that almost bisected his nipple. It's strangely at the same time intimate and not, becaue she used to touch him so matter of factly, but this here is not an alpha that owns him. Not anymore. It feels like an apology, because Al Ghul alphas don't speak of their regrets.

He allows the touch and then allows her to lean down and observe his baby. This close Jason can smell her - sweet spices of perfumes and an acrid note of Lazarus underneath it.

He allows her to touch his son and scent him briefly, to run her fingers through his dark curls - so small and already a full head of curly black hair. Grayson in all the ways that count, it would seem.

She seems satisfied, and he's glad. He'd wasn't afraid she'd harm the pup, but after the fight where he'd almost lost Damian and Dick...

"It will take time to rebuild," she tells him at the end of the meeting. "The wounds to the clan are deep. Once it's done, you will know."

Only then, she'll welcome him back - he understands. Because they're Al Ghul, she won't allow their omega to come back to a broken nest. He'd earned that much respect from her, that he will not be asked to accept substandard conditions and a house that's still unsafe. Neither him, not his pup, not Damian. Jason is glad to hear it - and won't tell Dick about the open invitation to return to the League. Dick wouldn't understand.

She leaves first, her guards with her. The bill is paid and Jason is left to gather his things.

The box that was on the table when he arrived is still there, ornate and heavy for the size. Once he's alone, Jay pulls it closer and opens the lid. Then let's it drop, eyes closed tightly to keep the tears from falling.

The jewelled collar he'd wore in the League ever since coming of age is heavy and beautiful and expensive and somehow calls to him. He can't wear it now, not in Gotham, not in this culture. That's why he left it behind when escaping the Demon. That Talia returned it to him means more than the vague invitation.

It means he still belongs to her clan. That he still has place with her. That one day he may take Damian back and help him make peace with his mother.

#murder waiting to happen #headcanon #jason todd #omega!jay #talia al ghul #murder!au

[chamiryokuroi]

Hi Chami! You love Desmond Miles (and Elijah!), so I had a question: if you had do a crossover with Batman, how do you think it would go?

I have thought so much about this idea, as some of you might know I am a crossover lover so obviously once I got into DC I immediately started thinking about crossovers.

I honestly have a few but my favorite is mostly centered around Elijah.

What if after he escapes the Templars and Assassins during his fight with Juno for the Koh-i-noor he decides “Fuck it, fuck the Isu and their grand plans, I’m going to mess with the timeline” so he goes and hunts down the Isu artifacts needed for him to go back in time, problem is, when he finally activates the mess of wires and technology he has created, instead of being sent back in time he is sent to a completely different universe (wakes up in Gotham specifically).

He is understandably angry because what in the fuck? He was supposed to go a few years back, just enough to change things (save his mother) so why is he now in some world where the Isu influence seems to be non-existent and there are honest to god super powered people parading around as superheroes, like right out of a comic book?

Well dang it, he will find a way back to his own world, whatever it takes, and regardless of how many vigilantes get on his way.

Because obviously Batman and company notice the spike in energy resulting from a tear between universes when Elijah arrives, they arrive in scene but by then Eli is long gone, and then a sudden peak on theft starts in the city, thing is, there are no clues as to who is behind it, but whoever it is they’re up to no good, because everything they’re taking is highly advance technology the likes of which could be used to create something to destroy cities (or jump through universes).

That would be more or less the beginning, with the batfam desperately trying to catch Elijah, while the later is using every little assassin related knowledge he knows to get by (he might be going through the bleeding effect as well, you know, just because).

I like this crossover better than if it was Desmond on the Dc universe because Desmond is very much a reluctant hero, he would set one foot in Gotham and immediately go “fuck it, I an fixing this place” he is just like that, is in his genes, but Elijah is different, for me Eli is neither good nor bad, not even a middle point, if he was “good” he would have gone to the assassins after the whole Juno thing, but we know he didnt, he just took a powerful and dangerous artifacts and fucked off into the desert, for me he is selfish but not evil, he has gone through a lot and came out deciding to look after himself first, and that would give way to such interesting interactions with the batfam.

He is not blue, nor red, nor grey, he is a completely different category on his own, one second he would join Luthor to get access to his tech, the next he would be shaking hands with Ra’s to look into the Lazarus pits, and then he would be sending info to the League about something happening somewhere else in the world, but then he would be jumping into Arkham because there seem to be some caves underneath that might be old enough to contain an Isu temple, then he is helping the bats with a smuggling ring, just for him to steal right under their noses an artifact that might or might not be isu related. He would be invited to join the Young Justice just for him to go “why in the fuck would I join your child soldiers team?” Just for him to show up during life or death situations to help because dang it, he might be more isu than most humans, but he also has a ridiculous amount of dna from people who regularly put their lives on the line to help other and once in a while that part of his genetics seems to win over his need to find a way to get back home.

Idk how I would like this au to end, but I have been toying with the idea of Desmond showing up one day, but the thing is that this is not Eli’s dad, this is just a Desmond that fucked around with the Isu artifacts and got send to this universe. Which would be awkward all around because that’s not his dad, but it is some Eli’s dad and dang it he never knew the man but some deep part of him had always wanted to meet him.

#dc #assassin's creed #elijah miles #crossover ideas #a friend once suggested pairing Elijah with Tim which tbh would be fun #but also I am a sucker for aus that are mostly plot based and do not contain romance

[realityhelixcreates]

I'm probably bothering you a lot, feel free to not answer, just wanted to use the ask game you reblogged for some free real state information on Nash. How and why does Nash have the spirit of lust living in him? I have theories... But I feel I'm probably making up too crazy scenarios? I won't say what my theory is but... Does it have to do with whatever Narci did to him? (I've connected the dots, I haven't connected shit). Also, what happened with his father? Puzzles killed him right?

And How does Helix feel about detective? Can you tell us more about detective?

Detective is the start of everything. Detective is why any of them know each other. They would have all found out that there were multiple worlds eventually, but they might not have actually found each other. But because of their visions, Detective was the one who went out specifically trying to find other Riddlers and bring them together.

In the DC universe there exist these special places called Lazarus Pits: areas where natural chemical reactions basically create a concoction that can cure anything, even death. Kinda like the natural acid lakes in Java, except instead of acid, it's a health potion.

One of these exists far underneath Gotham City. They can be very dangerous places to get to, because they are jealously guarded by the minions of another villain. All of our Riddlers know about it, but only three have ever been down there, Detective being the first.

The stuff in the pit will cure anything, but It'll kill a healthy person. For those it heals, it confers an extended lifespan and restores youth, but it also bestows a temporary madness. In the Detective's case, it gave them visions, and made them look younger.

Despite this, Detective is one of the oldest Riddlers, having been born in 1970, and starting their criminal career at 29. Though they were a villain for almost 14 years, they were only responsible for 2 deaths (actually 3, but no one knows about the third one). They've simply always been a more even-handed person. They can and will hurt people if they feel like they have to, but personal violence is a last resort.

Detective was not always spiritual or mystical, but they did always believe that the mind could be expanded beyond its current confines, which led them to a successful career as a computer programmer, puzzle maker, and game designer, later breaking into internet infrastructure, virtual reality, and AI. And if they hadn't come across their predatory boss, everything would have been just fine!

But that's not what happened.

Detective has always been fairly obsessed with their appearance, to the point where they get distracted if they think there is something 'wrong' with how they look. They sometimes extend this to the people they are around, tidying hair, straightening lapels, brushing dust, giving advice. They are not touch adverse at all. Some of the others are fine with letting them fuss, but others (Puzzles, it's Puzzles) really don't like it. They try to do it anyway. It's a compulsion.

Their habit of mothering others also stems from this compulsion, a need to constantly be 'improving' everything about and around them. It's part of a complex set of protective behaviors they developed in their childhood.

Detective is the only Riddler for whom therapy was actually successful. Their feelings of being somehow 'wrong' or 'imperfect' lessened significantly once they came to the understanding that they weren't actually a man.

They don't lie. This is also a compulsion. However, they don't have to be completely honest either, and can twist words and omit information as they see fit. But they can't bring themselves to directly lie.

Detective and Helix actually get along really well! Even, and perhaps especially after she takes Narci in. Helix can't see visions like Detective, and Detective can't get outside the Nexus, like she can, so they both have plenty of things to talk about, that the others don't really share. She is also very willing to let them fuss over her.

Detective is partnered with Jervis Tetch, another reformed villain. they have been together for a long time now, and are very sweet.

Detective is medium height and thin, in a soft way rather than a bony way. They're pale, with a rosy undertone, with bright red-orange hair, and olive green eyes. They have no visible scars, and are a proficient makeup artist.

Once they gave up being the Riddler, they pivoted into being a private detective, unraveling riddles instead. They will still pose riddles to others, but only if asked, and there are never any stakes involved.

As with all Riddlers, Detectives father was a real piece of shit, and he was a piece of shit in a 1970's way, so you can understand why it took so long for Detective to come to realize their genderfluid status. Their mother was caring however, though she also suffered under her husbands awful behavior. The fate of Detective's parents is unknown.

Detective wants children, but being a felon, even a reformed one, means they are not allowed to adopt. Instead, they gathered a whole family of themselves.

As for Nash...that is such a long story that it's gonna need it's own post.

[afewnovelideas]

While I don't like the characterizations of some of the Batfam characters in the Arkham video games, I kinda wish an in-character version of Tim Drake would discover the secret "Wonder City" area of that game hiding underneath Gotham.

Imagine if after a bad patrol night while Red Robin is solo, maybe after a fight with his family and a hard night against rogues, he stumbles upon a way into the outskirts of Wonder City through an abandoned subway line that was walled off the modern main Gotham line.

He eventually goes back and explores it alone. The deeper he goes, the more curious he gets, because it's clear from the signs that he's the first living soul to rediscover this place in about 200 years.

He's excited about the find, but so reluctant to share it with his friends or family. He has his own secret city all to himself!

Especially when he discovers that normal trackers don't work in the city. To much interference and it's underground. Not even Oracle could find him if he wanted to go off-grid here. Not even the Supers could because there's so much lead in the metals used for construction of the city's infrastructure.

Then he starts discovering signs that Ra's Al Ghul had a hand in Wonder City's creation, and it just grabs Tim's interest even more, especially when he discovers the forgotten Lazarus Pit there that apparently Ra's has forgotten too.

#tim drake #red robin #arkhamverse #wonder city #plot bunny farm #random fandom thoughts

[enternalempires]

What She Learned

Jasonette fic, a lil hurt/death, a lil romance, and I like it so... (also can someone please explain to me how to add the thing that I can make it so yo guys can click ‘read more’ instead of being forced to scroll past the whole thing???)

7-years-old and Marinette is told by one Chloe Bourgeois that she will never be worth anything in life, because ugly little girls like her don’t deserve attention. She’s pushed to the ground but she does not cry at her split knees or the scraps stinging on her palms; she stands up and she doesn’t talk back but she returns from school to a warm house and caring parents.

Her soulmate mark appears a month later and her bully spends a month sneering at the Phoenix resting against the inside of her wrist, dancing in reds and darkness and resurrection.

A week later, she learns that there are more important people to listen to than those who make her cry at 8 in the morning.

9-years-old and Marinette thinks that the blonde mayor’s daughter is the worst person she will have the unfortunate chance to meet. She gets insulted and glared at and has a hard time making friends but she is strong and she is kind and she will continue to stand even if she doesn’t know how important it is to get up after you fall.

She’s having dreams of dark streets and color nights; of dark gargoyles hanging off buildings, dirty-faced children, a city drowned in fear. She sees the face of a dizzy woman and an angry man and she wakes up terrified because there are bruises on a body that is not her own and the ache of an empty stomach underneath their palms. When she looks into a mirror there is a boy with a too-serious expression for such a young face and eyes blue enough to drown her in the sadness there.

She learns that there are some children out there who never had the chance to learn kindness before they learned how to survive.

10-years-old and Marinette is shoved into a row of lockers by a boy she doesn’t recognize, her pink dress and pigtails sneered at until tears fill her eyes. She doesn’t know how to defend herself  but she tries until she’s shoved onto the school’s grimy floor and breaks a finger trying to catch herself.

She does not cry, she does not say sorry, she does not think that it is fair for her teacher to say, “Boys will be boys,” instead of “I’m sorry you got hurt on my watch.” She will continue to stand up for herself even after a broken wrist.

She asks her parents about the nightmares, about the boy with blue eyes and an empty stomach; they tell her about her soulmate and they tell her that one day, she is going to meet him and love him how their parents loved each other.

13-years old and Marinette does not understand the word sacrifice but she is about to learn. She flinches at the sight of magic-tainted earrings and feels her fingertips run cold with insecurity— because she never wanted this, she didn’t want to be a hero and she didn’t want to be in charge of saving people when, in the past, she never knew how to save herself.

It has been a year and she starts to see flashes of a man in black and a large house that feels too clean to be tainted, too open to be safe. She sees the reflection of a boy in red, green, and yellow and feels the comfort of the heavy books underneath his fingers.

He never got the chance to be smart before, never got the right education, never learned something unless it helped him stay alive— and she goes to sleep smiling because even though he’s not quite happy, at least he’s safe.

15-years-old and Marinette is dreaming of a man in green and purple and she’s sobbing because— he’s getting hurt and she’s watching from his eyes and she can’t do anything about it. He cries out for his father, for the man promised to be there, and he dies alone and staring at a bloody crowbar, his blue eyes going dull in the reflection of his own blood.

She wakes up screaming and feeling empty and with the Phoenix on her wrist looking like nothing more than a pile of ash, red feathers and glowing eyes going blurry and dark. There is not enough light in the world to make her chest hurt any less and her parents hold her as she cries but don’t speak; there is nothing that could be said to comfort someone in the face of a loss like this.

She learns what it is like to be alone for the first time in her life and she no longer knows how to dream.

17-years-old and Marinette is standing at the bottom of the Eiffel tower, ruination around her, swirling and teetering on the edge of death, surrounding her like a wet blanket, the water of horror digging deep into her bones. She has watched her comrades die for her and she has watched them protect her with everything in them, believing that she will win. Believing that she will bring them back— and she does, and they’re safe, but nothing can change the fact that she will always remember what her loved one’s looked like dead, empty eyes staring right at her.

She did not win against Hawkmoth, not really, not when she has lost so much. She casts her cure and she returns home with the two recovered miraculouses, a heavy heart, and enough trauma to last a lifetime.

She knew what it felt like to mourn someone she never met but now she learns how it feels to grieve two people at once, even when they are still alive.

19-years-old and Marinette is staring at the fire that consumed the bakery, her home, her parents. She saw too many horrible, traumatic things that it takes a couple seconds to register that this is it, they’re not coming back. Because yes, she has seen the world end but no, the world did not end. She is used to being able to fix things that are broken in a way that makes sure they never broke but this is not one of those things and her parents are not some of the people whose lives she has the luxury of saving.

She is desperate to run and she is desperate to fight but there is no longer a battle in Paris. Her instincts tell her to go, go, run, don’t look back and don’t think about the bodies left behind, so she does and she ends up in Gotham and she ends up looking at familiar gargoyles and familiar streets and feels an ache so wide inside her heart she’s surprised it’s still beating.

She owns a small bakery on the corner of crime alley that is the only neutral ground in seemingly all of Gotham and she learns how to bake without crying at the scent of baked bread, turning her grief into comfort as she’s surrounded by her parent’s smell and memories of her childhood— she shares that comfort with any kids who come in looking for a safe place to spend the night.

21-years-old and Marinette has built herself a home; the building is old but warm and drenched in magic. She found all the other Miraculous boxes and lets the Kwamis roam free inside of her apartment, there’s over a hundred of them in total but she bonded with them all and, in return, they love her. She is the Guardian; both a monster and a protector at once.

The kids flock to her like moths to a flame and over the years she has gained all of their trust. She asks for nothing in return when she gives them food and medicine and a warm place to sleep. There’s magic on the doors that lead to rooms full of bunk beds and closets with food and medical supplies and sleeping bags and all is welcome— the kids know about the Kwamis and they know that she is safe, in a world that has taught them to fear everything, she is safe.

They call her the Guardian or Lady luck and she learns how to have a family again without being terrified of losing them.

23-years-old and Marinette has just saved one of her kids from Scarecrow. It is not the first time and it will not be the last. There are those that are terrified of her, gang leaders and villains that won’t step foot onto her land— but these are her kids, these are her people, this is her home and she will not feel guilty for protecting them.

She is polite to Batman and the other vigilantes, she has made friends with the Sirens, and she knows her way around Gotham and she knows when there is a problem that needs to be solved. She does not know what to make of Red Hood or the dreams that come with him or how her fingers tremble when one of the older kids comes through the bakery’s doors with a crowbar tucked under her arm.

She does not know how to make her mind any lighter, she does not know how to get rid of the darkness but she learns that there is such a thing as healing with time.

24-years-old and Marinette comes home from patrol and finds her balcony’s doors open and the living room smelling like blood. She sees Red Hood’s eyes for the first time and she does not cry, she does not fall, and she does not flinch. They are blue and more angry than sad and guilty— so, so guilty— but she knows them well. Her wrist burns and the Phoenix rises again from the ashes, and she no longer feels so alone.

She patches Hood— Jason, his name is Jason— up and she still does not fall over but her knees are weak, so very weak because he’s here and he’s alive and oh my God. She does not ask about the bullet wound but she asks about the sickly and tainted magic clinging to his skin. He tells her about waking up in the Lazarus Pit and when asked, she tells him about a boy in white and the moon cracked in half in the sky.

They do not know each other’s past well, they do not know so many things but they know that they don’t want to lose each other again. They do not know what to do next but she learns not to question it because her soulmate is alive and that’s good enough for her.

26-years-old and Marinette is getting married under a sky full of stars and the hands in hers are warm and there’s nothing cold about her life. She has her home, she has her kids and bakery and she has her Kwamis. She has Jason and he isn’t gentle but he is kind and he knows how to hold her just right when she feels like falling apart. She is kind and soft and knows how to hold him when he feels like the madness is getting worse again.

She is happy for one of the first times in years and she knows that, despite it all, she’d go through it again if it meant she could end up here; happy in her husband's arms and cheeks hurting from smiling so wide.

She has learned a lot and she’s not even 30, but she has learned how to love and how to be loved and how to always get up when she falls. She knows how to stand, feet firmly planted into the ground, and she knows how to not let herself get blown over when things get too hard.

But if she did happen to let herself fall?

Well, now there’s someone there to catch her.

#jasonette #jason x marinette #mlb fic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #fanfic #batman dc #jason todd #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #death #learning #soulmate AU #cute #love #marriage

[rosesgonerogue]

Let the Sunshine In - Chapter 6

Masterlist (because I finally learned to make one)

Five years ago Jason would have said he felt like death. Now Jason would have welcomed death with open arms if he thought Ra’as wouldn’t just track his body down and resurrect him again, even more broken the second time around. 

Also, saying that you felt like death usually implied that someone was listening, which definitely was not the case. He felt like a ghost in a number of ways, a specter trapped between heaven and hell, desperate for someone to notice him, confirm that he existed. But the feeling of emptiness, of invisibility was put aside in the name of anger. After all, anger reigned supreme in his mind. 

As each day passed, thoughts of Marinette slowly faded. It couldn't have been more than a week since he’d left her house, but the memories felt years old, a fleeting moment of light that could never have been permanent. It was almost easier that way, so he couldn’t reflect on how badly he’d messed up. 

Not that Jason had any time to reflect. Each day without Marinette meant that the anger was becoming stronger and more frequent. He found himself blacking out for large chunks of time, and when he woke up he would wake up in the Red Hood mask, covered in blood that wasn’t his. 

A part of him didn’t know why he even bothered with the costume - he was already a monster, no one could deny it. Part his reasoning for the costume was simply habit from his days as Robin, but a large part of his motivation was the thought of Marinette stumbling across him in the street. Just imagining the look of horror on her face was enough to shatter what little sense of self he had. 

Maybe Marinette meant more to him than he was willing to admit. 

So, Jason existed, even though he didn’t want to. It only took a week for Paris to start talking about him consistently, so he watched the news, monitored what he did when he wasn’t in control. It seemed that he hadn’t killed anyone yet - or if he had, the Miraculous Cure had brought them back. Apparently he lost consciousness during akuma attacks, and on several occasions he’d simply shot the akuma down, disappearing while Ladybug and Chat Noir dealt with the aftermath. 

In theory the fact that he hadn’t shot anyone should have been some small consolation, but he couldn’t avoid that suspicion that he wasn’t actually helping the French heroes. He’d dealt with enough in Gotham to know when something was playing head games to accomplish their own means, and whatever it was that controlled him during his blackouts wanted something sinister. 

Weeks passed just like that, Jason slowly losing himself day by day to the anger, the destruction he caused. 

The nothingness. 

Disguises, masks, his life was pushed into the shadows. He didn’t even think that he could actually call this living. Jason chuckled to himself, the sound cold and empty. His miraculous second chance at life left him in even worse shape than before Bruce found him, cold and hungry and completely without the will to live. 

Jason didn’t have much hope for the future - really, he had a single hope. When the time came, he hoped that next time he stayed dead. 

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She couldn’t understand - Marinette had known Jay for less than twenty-four hours, but the memory of him still haunted her. Did he have a safe place to stay? Was he eating enough? Had he fully succumbed to the influence of the Lazarus Pits yet? 

Shaking herself, she turned her attention back to the issue at hand: Red Hood, the mysterious new vigilante. He had dodged any efforts she or Chat made to follow or talk to him, so they decided to split up and look for him outside of an akuma attack. It was doubtful that it would yield anything, but Marinette knew that if that hideous outfit she’d been forced to make was visible, she would spot it. The jury was still out on whether or not she would destroy it - if the opportunity presented itself, she would be more than tempted. 

Swinging around the city until it was dark seemed like more than enough, though. Pausing on a rooftop, Ladybug spoke into her yo-yo. “I think it’s time to call it quits, Chaton. We both need to get some rest.” 

“Brilliant idea, M’Lady. Don’t worry, we’ll find him soon.” 

“I have no doubt about that, Chaton. After all, I can’t just let him steal my colors like this.” 

Chat Noir let out a surprised bark of laughter. “I don’t know what happened to bring you back to yourself, Bugaboo, but it’s nice to have the old you back.”

“It feels nice to be back, Kitty. Now sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” 

“Oh, you’re trying to steal my lines now? Just you wait, my new jokes are going to be insuf-fur-able.” 

The two bantered a bit before finally saying goodbye. Detransforming, Marinette clambered down the building’s fire escape. It was dusk, so she probably should have gone straight home, but there was a grocery store not too far away, and she needed a few things. 

“Bonjour,” the tired shop owner called upon her entrance. 

“Bonjour!” Marinette replied, mentally making a list of things she needed. She was content to browse the shelves idly, despite the dwindling sunlight. It was a smaller store, and a handful of others milled around as well. 

Marinette was staring down the produce and deciding what she wanted to make the coming week when the shopkeeper yelled, “Stop! Thief!”

Instinctively dropping her basket, Marinette launched herself to the doors of the store where someone was attempting to flee. He got caught up in a crowd on the sidewalk, which gave Marinette more time to catch up to him. 

The closer she got to him, the more she recognized an eerie situation permeating the air. Now with completely different intentions, Marinette pounced, catching Jay’s and in hers. 

She hauled him into an empty alleyway before demanding, “Jay? Are you okay? What’s going on? Why did you leave? Especially if you have to steal!” 

Seeing him like this hurt, definitely more than Marinette could have ever expected it to. His eyes widened when they met hers, full of emotions - pain, fear, and regret swirled in his eyes before that same toxic green clouded them and anger reigned supreme. Snarling like a feral animal, he lunged towards Marinette with hands outstretched.

Marinette had been dreaming of finding Jay again for weeks, but this wasn’t how she’d pictured any of it happening. She dodged instinctively, and her stomach twisted when his jacket fell open just enough to see the familiar bullet proof material he wore underneath. 

So, it seemed she’d found Red Hood after all. 

None of it made sense just yet, but some of the pieces were starting to fall into place. All along it had seemed like Red Hood had been attempting to help in his own, destructive way, but he had never spoken, and his movements were always jerky, uncontrolled, not at all the way that Jay moved ordinarily. As someone alive because of the pits, he was probably drawn to all of the errant Miraculous energy.

It wasn’t fair. Overwhelmed by the injustice of his situation, Marinette’s body took over. She ducked another of his lunges and pivoted on her heel, her other one connecting solidly with his temple. He crumpled on impact, leaving Marinette panting and slightly regretting her hasty action. But her recently unleashed emotions burned within her. 

Screw the Lazarus Pits, screw Jay’s anger, and screw Hawkmoth. Neither of them had asked for any of this - neither of them deserved  any of this.

She went back in to pay for the food she’d dropped and he’d stolen before calling a taxi.

“Marinette, what are you thinking?” Tikki asked, flitting around her head while they waited. 

“I’ve been complacent for too long. I understand why I’ve done what I’ve done, but no more. Hawkmoth, whoever did this to Jay, they better watch out because I’m taking our lives back.” Marinette glanced to the bag she assumed held Red Hood’s helmet. “But only after I burn that awful helmet.”

Tikki couldn’t reply because it was then that the cabbie arrived, but she settled in Marinette’s purse, practically glowing. Finally.

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Note: 

Hey guys, I know it's been forever, sorry about that. I had a wicked case of writer's block, which was compounded by the fact that I only have the loosest of outlines for this fic. Picking what direction I needed to go was harder than I thought it would be. But I'm not giving up on this story, I promise to see it through to the end no matter how long it takes! If you want to be tagged or if I forgot you somehow, just leave a comment in the notes! 

#maribat #jasonette #marinette x jason #let the sunshine in #LtSi

[anjuschiffer]

54 feels a lot like Daminette to me if you want to give it a try!

Thank you @thethirdwheelfriend for this prompt and sorry for taking my time with this, but here’s it is! Hope you don’t mind the angst ^^

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54. “Stop running away!” “Then stop trying to protect me!”

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“Stop running away!” Robin says as he’s running behind Marinette, wondering why she keeps avoiding him like the plague. He watches as she tries to lose him, trying to keep up with the acrobatic girl, almost stumbling as incoming debris fell from the sky. The large chunk of cement crash landed beside him, nearly hitting him. Thankfully, it merely grazed a hair on his head.

When Marinette saw this from the corner of her eye, she turned sharply and came to a halt, her face causing Robin to come to a halt as well. She was covered in cuts and a few bruises. When did it get like that? Nothing has hit them so far.

The entire time the two had been running towards the mastermind behind the mayhem, Robin had been the one to be taking the blows and destroying debris that dared to harm Marinette.

“Then stop trying to protect me!” She wailed, tears running down her face, more gathering at the brim of her eyes. “Stop dying for me!”

“What are you talking about?” Robin said, looking at himself. “I’m right here.” He was perfectly fine, when you casted aside the small cuts and aching bruises on his side.

“I’ve been at this for months.” Marinette said weakly, her eyes drifting to her trembling hands. They were coated in deep red, the stench of iron ingrained into her memory. “This is the 25,923 time in which I’m trying to keep you from dying in front of me… “ her voice trailed, going to a distant memory.

Marinette remained still as memories of Robin flashed before her eyes.

Robin watched as Marinette looked at her pale hands, wanting to hold them and stop them from violently shaking. Now that he looked at them, where were her leather gloves? 

“Is this how Adrien felt? Or was it worse?” Marinette’s voice trembled with such anguish, Robin was at a loss for words. 

Who’s Adrien? Was he an old acquaintance? Marinette never spoke of her friends once since he’s met her. She only spoke of her family and of her upcoming fashion show in Gotham. 

“He’s watched me fail over and over again, always getting caught by- Luka.” Marinette whispered, tears flowing even quicker at the name. “Oh God. It all makes sense.” Marinette dropped to her knees, a sob escaping her lips. “He’s seen me die. Possibly knew my identity too. No wonder he was so overprotective of me and yet so distant.”

Luka? Identity? And… she’s died before? So how was she still her? The Lazarus Pit? No. She knew how she came back. The question is… how?

“I knew I should’ve erased his memories. I should’ve known better. What a failure of a Guardian I am. Not only that…” Marinette looked up towards Robin, looking at him threw her own domino mask. “I can’t even protect you, even with the magical powers I have… Damian.”

Damian took a step back before taking two forward, cautiously approaching the broken heroine. He crouched, lifting her head to see glossed eyes staring back at him.

“How long have you known?” Damian quietly said. Marinette slowly raised her hand and cupped the side of his face, her eyes softening a bit upon feeling his warm skin. 

“Two months.” He watched as her lip trembled, tears cascading once more. “I found out when you told me to take your mask off as you-” Damian felt his heart ache at the sound of her voice cracking, “-as you died in my arms.” 

“Mari.” He wiped her tears away. “We can do this together. We have the strength and equipment to-” “

“It’s not a matter of being prepared or not.” Marinette sternly said, getting up. “You don’t know what you’re up against.” He watched as her eyes softened, but were brimmed with sadness. “Even then, you protected me, paying the price every single time… but I can’t continue to see you suffer.”

“You’re the one that’s suffering Mari.” Damian softly stated, Marinette shaking her head as he stood up, entwining their hands in the process.

“I’m not. This is part of my job.” She tried to loosen his grasp on her.

“You can’t do it by yourself.” But he tightened it.

“Yes I can.” 

“You can’t. Your body can’t keep up anymore.” He took her other hand and also held it tight.

“I’ll just keep pushing harder.”

“You’ll die if you force yourself to continue this.” Damian hoped his words reached her.

“If that’s what it takes.”

“Don’t you-”

Marinette kissed him, one more tear slipping. 

“I will protect you, no matter how many times I have to go back in time.” Her hands slipped out of his grasp, her warmth only remaining at the tips of his fingers.

“Marinette stop!” Damian yelled, trying to grab her hand, but it was out of his reach. “Don’t do it!” 

“I know I said this 25,923 times, but it will never be enough.” She only gave him a small smile. “I love you. I really do Damian and that’s why I must do this alone.” 

“Marinette!” Damian yelled as he watched her yell ‘Second Chance’ causing him to cradle his head as his mind went blank and he found himself chasing Marinette. 

He looked up, horrified to see that she was running towards the giant destroying the city of Gotham. 

“Stop running away!” Damian found himself yelling, but he felt like that wasn’t everything he wanted to say. “We can work together if you stop letting your fear take over you!” He felt something stir in his chest. “Stop pushing yourself to save me!”

He watched Marinette turn around with watery eyes, her running slowing down. “I know you’re doing this because you fear that you’ll lose me.” He watched as Marinette’s eyes widened, her running coming to a halt, allowing him to catch up. 

But he wondered… what was going on? “But I promise that I’ll still be here with you, so please-“ Damian wrapped his arms around Marinette, giving her a tight squeeze, feeling her tremble underneath. “Stop trying to protect me and let me protect us.” He gently pushed her back and planted a kiss on her forehead. “We can do this together, even if you think we don’t.”

He cupped her face and placed his forehead on hers, something finally clicking in him. “I know you’re trying your best and I know you’re frustrated. That’s why we have to work together, to get out of this nightmare once and for all.” He felt her wrap her arms around his torso and quietly sob into his chest. 

“You remembered our previous time?” Marinette said through her sobs. 

“I do” He placed his hand on her head, gently patting her. “Every detail.” He looked at the giant that was a few meters away. “I want you to stop suffering.” He felt Marinette raise her head. “I want you to see that we can take him down, without you having to turn back time once again.” 

Damian grabbed Marinette’s hands and squeezed them tightly. “I want to see tomorrow, with both of us sitting once again in that coffee shop, drinking coffee. I want to see tomorrow with both of us in it.” 

“So do I.” Damian smiled at that, turning his attention to the giant that had finally noticed them. His eyes narrowed. “So let’s take him down Ladybird.”

“Right, Robin.”

#maribat #daminette #prompting anju

[miracle-sham]

Hold Your Wake Softly, for the Dead Sleep Lightly.

| {MaribatMarch2020, Week 3, Day 17: Grave} |

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] |

| Triggers/Warnings: Major Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Graveyards/Cemeteries, Mentions of Death, Explicit Language/Swearing, Blood and Minor Injuries. |

| It's been six months since she died, so Jason goes to visit her grave. Only sometimes things aren't quite as they seem, and dreams are merely reflections of reality. |

| Word Count: 1794 |

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| A/N: So this is probably going to be my last Maribat March ficlet. I've been super busy and I got ill again (which is why I've not responded to comments yet, sorry!), so I've barely been able to get any writing done, and most of the fics are turning out not great. This fic is the only one that turned out well and I'm happy with it. I've not really got else much to say, so uhh enjoy! |

| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics, or a specific Au, then comment or send me a DM/ask! |

| Also side note, Don't Like? Don't Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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 Jason knows he's dreaming. But what strikes him as odd, is that he's dreaming. He's not dreamt since his dip in the Lazarus Pit. Weathered nightmares and night terrors, sure. But not the stuff of rainbows, sugar plums, and happiness, no. Although, this dream he's dreaming isn't exactly that either, so perhaps it shouldn't be that much of a surprise.

 He can't quite tell where he is. The surroundings are completely unfamiliar. He's on a roof, that much is clear. But it's not a roof in Gotham, no. Jason knows the roofs of Gotham like he knows the back of his hand. If he had to guess, the roof looked European in style, maybe Gothic French/Parisian if he had to guess specifically. There are poles and fairy lights strung up around the roof, and a picnic blanket is laid out with a basket overflowing with sandwiches, pastries, and fresh fruit.

 And as lovely as the scene is, the disconcerting part, is the phantasm sitting beside him. A phantasm in the guise of his lost love. Just sitting there, alive and breathing—with her eyes, so bright, twinkling in the low light—and her dazzling smile, the lovesick one he'd always catch her doing when she thought he wasn't looking.

 Jason can almost imagine the warmth of her. But this is a dream, and she's nothing more than a phantasm. So there's no real warmth. It's just his imagination. Not that that knowledge does anything to ease the aching of his wretched and bleeding heart.

 He's almost tempted to stay here. To indulge in this love-stricken reverie of a dream. But he can't. Not tonight. Not when tomorrow he'll wake with the dawn and trudge over to the cemetery and lay a bouquet of marigolds upon her grave.

 It almost sickens him, to need to leave this place. He'd love nothing more than to hold her in his arms one last time. But she's not real.

Jason feels a need to wake up, for the sliver of peace in the hopes that he'll forget this torturous dream upon waking. It hurts. It hurts so much to be close to her only for her to be a phantasm.

 No sooner does he think this, he feels the darkness of the dream ending pull at him. Tugging him away from the rooftop with her and tossing him into the swirling shadows of dreamless sleep.

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 Except, he doesn't wake up in his bed from a dreamless sleep like he expected to. No, he finds himself in a bleak observatory with a giant window that has a butterfly design in it. The edges of the room are shadowed, as only the window and a circle in the centre of the room are illuminated with faded blue light.

 There's a shimmer in the centre of the illuminated circle, and a young child kneeling on the floor flickers into view. No matter how much he tries to focus, Jason finds himself unable to tell what the child looks like. It's almost as though there's a magical glamour surrounding them that makes it impossible to see their true appearance.

 Jason walks to the edge of the circle and stares at the child. They're holding two pieces of jewellery, one in each hand. In their left hand, is a pair of red and black spotted earrings and in their right hand, is a black and green ring.

 Two strange small creatures float above the child's hands. The one floating over the ring, is a weird-looking purplish-black cat with green eyes. The one floating over the earrings, is an even weirder looking red and black spotted bug thing.

 Jason squints then furrows his brow, the child and the creatures appear to not have noticed him yet. Yet.

 “I want to make a wish.” The child says solemnly.

 The bug creature looks pained at that statement. “There'll be consequences.”

 “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.” The cat creature pipes up.

 The child bites their lip. “I know and I don't care. I want to bring the previous Ladybug holder back to life.”

 The bug creature starts to tear up. “Mar—” it pauses. “The previous holder has been dead for six months.”

 A chill runs down Jason's back and his mouth becomes inexplicably dry. Fuck, he thinks weakly. They're talking about her. He drags a hand down his face and bitterly blinks back tears, feeling so fucking conflicted.

 The child tilts their head to the side and closes their eyes for a minute. “I know. I still want to bring them back. Again, I don't care about the price. The previous holder shouldn't have died.”

 The cat creature narrows its eyes at the child. “If you bring the previous holder back with the wish, it won't be an immediate revival. Whoever pays the price for the wish will spend the next six months slowly wasting away as the previous holder returns to life.”

 Jason feels sick because as much as he misses her like a lost limb, he doesn't want to subject her to the trauma of coming back to life and digging herself out of her own grave, like he did.

 The child hums. “Like a portable charger? Drain the power in one object to recharge the other object?”

 Huffing, the cat creature rolls in its eyes. “That's one way of putting it.”

 The child nods. “Do I get to choose who pays the price?”

 “No, the person who pays the price must be of equal value to the previous holder. For example, you couldn't pay the price because you're too young and don't use a power to achieve a goal.” The bug creature explains, shaking its head.

 The child frowns and puts the earrings and ring on. “Okay. Tikki Spots on. Tikki, Plagg, Unify.”

 The following flash of bright light temporarily blinds Jason.

 “Using the power of the Ladybug Miraculous of Creation and the Cat Miraculous of Destruction, I wish that...—”

 The world fades to darkness and silence before Jason can hear the rest of the wish.

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 It's the dawning of the wake, with its claggy skies above and claggier mud underfoot; rain splatters against the pavement in a constant solemn cadence. Rusted wrought iron railings are all that stands between him and his love.

 Jason treads slowly, shoulders hunched, gaze averted. He's walked this path before. Too many times, the others would claim. He bites his lip and blinks back tears. He follows the path to the marble gravestone, her gravestone.

 Falling to his knees upon the grave's soil, he lightly traces the stone's engravings with one finger, silently muttering along.

 When he runs out of words to trace, he closes his eyes and leans his forehead against the stone. Digging his hands into the grass and soil, he can't help but let out a hollow sob.

 The minutes ebb by as he slowly recomposes himself. The cold wet mud of the grave clings to him, both that and the rain chills him to the bone.

 He sighs, then swallows thickly. “Hey, Mari. I know missed visiting you last week, I'm sorry. I got caught in a bit of a scuffle in our—uh night job.” He quickly glances around incase anyone's nearby, but on such a dreary day like this, there's not another soul in sight. “I attempted to bake your signature macaroons last night. They turned out fairly well but they're shit in comparison to how you get them to turn out.” He chuckles hollowly.

 “Last night whilst out on the night job, I found a tiny blue kitten with the most piercing blue eyes ever. Kinda reminded me of you, so I kinda ended up adopting it. I think you both would get along like a house on fire if you met. I was going to bring her today, but well you can see what the weather's like. Don't really want to get the thing sick when it's like this.” Jason rambles idly, not really putting too much thought into what he's saying.

 He huffs and pauses for a second, “Actually speaking about last night, I had the fucking weirdest of dreams. And it wasn't just a weird pit nightmare like it usually is—”

 He's cut off as a swarm of black ladybirds converge around the cemetery. On autopilot, Jason stumbles to his feet and backs away from her grave, eyeing the swarm with calculative apprehension.

 As he does that, the swarm sweep over her grave before dissipating into the sky.

 Jason holds his breath, waiting to see what the ladybirds did.

 A minute passes in silence, and just as he's about to step closer, a muffled and sickening scream emanates from beneath the grave. Fragments of last night's dream rise to the forefront of Jason's mind. “Fuck!”

 He throws himself forwards and starts desperately digging into the mud with his hands. “Come on, come on, come on…” Each second passes as slow as molasses but eventually, the mud starts to gradually give way underneath him.

 A grasping hand breaches the surface and starts frantically clawing at the ground. A wave of nausea hits Jason like a brick wall. He hesitates for a split second before fixating on digging up the mud around the hand. With each scoop of mud dug away, the hole around the hand starts to widen and widen until a second hand breaches the surface. With increased desperation, Jason continues to dig and dig and dig.

 After another couple of minutes digging, the hole's big enough that Jason can see the coffin shards and ripped scraps of clothing among the mud. He grabs at the arms and pulls with everything he has but the resistance is nearly equal.

 Gritting his teeth, he continues to pull until the resistance against him suddenly weakens and he stumbles back, dragging the cor—body of Marinette out of the grave.

 Jason let's go of her after a second and drinks in the sight of her, alive and breathing. Under his breath, he whispers, “Mari…”

 Frankly, she looks awful. Skin pallid, eyes bloodshot and glassy, freckles faded, hair dull, hands bloody. Her clothes are ripped, muddied, and bloodied. Earthworms, as well as other underground creepy crawlies, fall off her.

 Her eyes manage to focus on him for a second but almost immediately after, her eyes roll back and she collapses, unconscious.

 Jason rushes forwards and grabs her, to stop her from hitting the ground. Dazed, he fumbles for his phone and calls Bruce. “Marinette's alive.” He immediately blurts out, “She fucking dug herself out the fucking grave and she's unconscious and injured.” It takes all his willpower not to choke on his words.

 “We'll ready the medbay. Tim will pick you, he'll be there in five.”

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| Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little oneshot! Comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated! |

| @maribat-march2020 | | @vixen-uchiha |

#Miraculous Ladybug #Maribat #ML x DC #DC x MLB #Jasonette #JasMari #MariJay #MaribatMarch2020 #MaribatMarch Week 3 #MaribatMarch Day 17 #MaribatMarch Grave #Hold Your Wake Softly for the Dead Sleep Lightly #HYWSftDSL #Sham's Posts #Sham's Writing #Sham's Fics

[bluebellhairpin]

Jason Todd Headcanons

A/N: Titans!Jason is adorable and I will protect him with my whole soul. - Nemo

Warning(s): Big boy words. 

Request: pLEAse more Jason Todd headcanons 😔💞🥺🥺 -  @taleasoldasme 

Masterlist  

- First time you met was when he was on patrol. The little bitch made your life a living hell.  

He was working with Batman. You weren’t. In fact you weren’t even working on the same side of the law as him so naturally that was a fantastic start.

He never left you alone, he basically became your shadow. 

At every job you had he’d be there, which really annoyed you. 

For this, you’d call him Stalker, Umbrage, and other affectionate terms of the like. 

You always escaped him at the end of the day, which really annoyed him. 

So he then gave you the nicknames of Houdini and Cosentino. 

- After the initial meeting, the ice broke a little and c u e the pinning.

You moved from working on the ‘wrong’ side of the law to working on the awkward line in the middle.  

You were skilled, he’d give that to you and always will, but what he couldn’t find himself agreeing or disagreeing with was how you were using them. 

The admiration too turned to adoration, and the chances of him chatting you with the intent of locking you up just went right out the window. 

He didn’t know what to do about that. Confused boy. 

- You basically became besties then. 

Like you knew he was Jason Todd underneath the mask of Robin, that was how close you were. You figured it out on your own, but you give him the gift of thinking he just told you. 

Which could’ve made you a target for kidnappers and stuff, but you and he kept your civilian and masked identities separate. Tbh if someone found out your their identity knew Jason Todd they’d definitely kidnap him. 

But you had fun together, in both identities. Albeit, the masked one was a lot more out-there compared to the other. 

- The whole Joker, death and Lazarus Pit thing didn’t effect you as much as it could have.

You cried. Lot. Like don’t get me wrong.

But considering you only knew him as a friend (even if he was Robin), friends of yours disappeared a lot in Gotham, it was just a side effect of living where you did.

That didn’t stop the twist in your gut when you heard Jason Todd was found dead. 

You heard it on the news. Not even from Batman. 

- BUT THeN hE CamE BaCk??

You screamed at him. 

Threw stuff at him.

Told him to go away.

In your defense you thought he was a ghost or evil clone. 

But then he convinced you it was Jason just with more guns and a red helmet, and then you all started crying and spent the night catching up and low-key cuddling on the couch.

- After that you went straight from living at separate ends of Gotham to the same apartment. 

You both agreed that yes. You were pretty much dating. 

Everyone who knew Jason was alive already assumed, and tbh you both wanted it so guess who now has a spare room in their apartment? 

He C O O K S and it’s the absolute best. 

Specialty is desserts. Sorry if you don’t/won’t eat them. Just means Roy will be over lots more to eat them. 

Add to your personal library all the time, every day, all day if he could.

- He can get clingy sometimes.

But not in a super bad way, like it’s the kind of clingy that means you’re forced to have to stay in bed after a couple rough days. Not that it takes much forcing.

Which can lead to other things wink wonk 

But you love it during winter. Gotham gets hella cold and the landlord can be an ass sometimes and not turn the heating on, so you thank whatever creator there is that they made Jason a walking heater. 

- Eventually you’re obligated to meet his family, which was so much fun. 

You apologized to Bruce from Jason for him not being able to “man up and do it himself.” The promised you’d go on patrol with him one night.

You apologized to Dick for punching him in the face one time when he was fighting you as Nightwing. Then promised to do it softer if he caught you again. 

You apologized to Tim for him having to get caught up in Batfam troubles. He promised to go to coffee with you so you had time to gossip about them all.

You apologized to Damian because he was the only one who was Bruce’s biological son, and “wow, that must be hard demon spawn.”

And finally you begged Alfred to tell you his secrets on how he dealt with everything so well. “That’s my secret, I don’t.” 

#jason todd headcanons #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #titans imagine #titans x reader #dc x reader #dc imagine

[modernsuperhero]

Black-Haired Blue-Eyed And Not Quite Dead

A Danny Phantom/Batfamily crossover!

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Jason was used to seeing kids lurking in alleyways, not out of malicious intent, but just because they had nowhere to go. It was partly what fueled his vigilante hobbies--knowing that his fighting was for them, for their safety, and for their futures. He was just a kid in an alleyway once. But this kid made him do a double take.

The kid only spared him a glance as he walked past Jason, but it was enough. Black hair, blue eyes, red jacket. Jason had seen that before in the mirror once, when he was younger. He turned on his heel and tapped the kid’s shoulder.

“Huh?” The boy turned around, his stance ready to make a break for it at the first sign of trouble. So familiar, and yet as Jason scanned the boy’s face, he was relieved to find it wasn’t his own. The boy looked similar to him, sure, but his hair was less curly than Jason’s had been at his age, and where Jason’s face had been boyishly round back then, this kid’s face was more angular, leaving shadows scattered across his wary expression. 

“Ah, sorry kid,” Jason apologized. “Thought you were someone else.”

“Oh,” the boy turned to leave. Jason noticed as he went that his hoodie was baggier than it should have been, how it hung off the kid’s shoulders like there was nothing but bones underneath. He frowned, remembering the words that took him off the street and maybe, for a little while, gave him a home.

“Hey, kid.” Jason could do better than Bruce. He may not be as rich but he had just as much power. He could protect in a way Bruce could not and would not. 

I'm only going to ask you this once, so give some serious thought to your answer.

“Are you hungry?”

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The Phantom was a new character in Gotham. He appeared in a ring of green light four months ago in the middle of a fight between the Riddler and Joker that Batman had been working to stop. He helped Batman by freezing the two rogues to the ground beneath them before vanishing into the night. At first the bats suspected he may be an ally of Mr. Freeze, but that turned out to be for naught, as the man had never even heard of the flying boy with ice powers. 

Then a week later, he showed up again to stop what would have been a five car pileup with green bolts that shot out of his hands. According to amateur footage he was just, “in the right place at the right time.” He vanished just as quickly as he came, but not before answering one citizen’s question as to his identity--over the cacophony of similar questions, all that could be made out of his response was “phantom,” and thus that was what the media began to call him. The bats contacted the Green Lantern Corp., given the boy’s propensity for green, for any information they may have. No dice.

Only two days later, Red Robin had been on patrol and documented Phantom stopping some muggers using some sort of sonic power. The Phantom then turned invisible, a feat proven via careful analysis of Red Robin’s mask footage. 

That same evening Robin was gathering intel inside a highly guarded base. Upon exit, he found three guards knocked unconscious, and his helper was nowhere to be found. There were dents in the walls around him and on the blades of one guard a slimy green substance that, upon analysis in the Batcave, the bats found to be ectoplasm--a primary ingredient in Lazarus pit water, and likely from Phantom himself. 

But who was Phantom? And more importantly, where was he at that very moment?

#danny phantom #batman and robin #red hood and the outlaws #rhato #batfamily #batfam #crossover fanfiction #fanfic #fic #au #my au #Black-Haired Blue-Eyed And Not Quite Dead #danny fenton #red robin #jason todd #bruce wayne #found family #tim drake #damian wayne #dick grayson #the lazarus pits are just watered-down ghost zone portals

[bigskydreaming]

In my ideal world where Dick and Jason have the strong brotherly bond I want them to have, the Ric Grayson thing happened like in canon, and Bruce and Babs came back to the rest of the family and reported Ric wants to be left alone and they should all respect his wishes. 

But two seconds later Jason’s halfway out the window and Bruce is like, “Jason, are you listening?” 

And Jason calls back over his shoulder: “Totally, it was a really neat story B, I just remembered I left the stove on, gotta go, bye!”

Then he drives straight to Titans Tower where he abducts/sorta-politely-requests-the-assistance-of Lilith. “I need your help with something, c’mon you owe me.” 

And Lilith’s like: “....you’ve never done done a damn thing for me in my life, why the fuck would I owe you anything?”

And Jason’s all: “Ugh, damn. I was sorta hoping if I just led with that and put enough conviction in it you’d just roll with it, I hate doing this next part if I can avoid it.” 

To which he adds, through gritted teeth, with actual beads of blood rolling down his forehead where normally there would merely be beads of sweat as proof of exertion, but everything’s just a Little Bit Extra when Jason does it: “I need your help with something, c’mon, I’ll owe you.”

And then Lilith’s eyes glow and in a thunderous voice that rattles the heavens in their windowpanes, Lilith says, "The bargain has been struck, so shall it be!”

And Jason’s like: ”...what the fuck was that.” 

Lil just shrugs and says, “I’m not really sure. I’m maybe a little bit of a demigoddess or something? Hard to say, nobody ever spends enough time on me as a character or actually finishes my plotlines enough for me to actually know what my whole deal even is. Its kinda like Donna, but my story arcs are more just ‘All the confusion, but none of the denoument’.”

“Huh. Hey are we breaking the fourth wall right now?”

“Oh, totally. But I’m pretty sure we’re allowed because gay rights.”

“Sweet.”

And then they go together to Bludhaven and break into Ric’s apartment and Ric’s like who the fuck are you, and Jason’s all: “I’m the brother of the guy who’s you but faster and this is Lilith, she’s maybe a demigoddess, we’re not sure.”

And Ric’s just: “I have no idea wtf any of that means, and the way just the sound of it makes my head hurt is why I’m pretty sure I told Desperately In Need Of Therapy Man and the redhead who made a point to tell me a hundred different times in under five minutes that she and I definitely never dated, when literally all I asked was if she knew where the bathroom was: I. Don’t. Want. None. Of. Your. Drama.”

Jason just smirks. “Oh no, I got your message loud and clear with the rest of the family. Its just that I’m better at loopholes than the rest of them. Also logic. And I mean, pretty much everything. Definitely the best at not staying dead, and having flair, like at least I actually know how to stage a comeback...”

Lilith interrupts him gently. “Jason? Think you’re getting off topic, maybe?”

“Oh. Right. Point is, so yeah, I heard what you wanted but then I thought to myself, Self, why should I give a fuck what THIS dude wants, when as he pointed out, he’s not even my brother? Like, he’s totally legit for not wanting shit to do with our hot mess of a family. I can kinda even respect him for that and for just spitting it out there rather than succumbing to the existence-sucking vortex that is our dad’s Eternal Depression Spiral and Ensuing Drama which then takes over our entire lives as well and creeps ever onward in its quest to eventually swallow the entire universe. I mean like Darkseid could never, he’s amateur hour compared to the endless Night of Brooding that B would darken the whole universe with if he didn’t have us to gut-check his ego and be all “get over yourself dude, you and your issues are not the most important thing in existence” every once in awhile...”

Ric: “I think your friend mentioned something about a point.”

Jason glares at him. “I was getting to it! I think. Eventually. Okay here’s the deal, Understudy That Nobody Asked For, you’re absolutely valid for saying you don’t owe us jack shit, but turn around is fair play and turns out, that just means I don’t owe you jack shit either. You’re not my brother, and so instead of giving a fuck what you want, I asked my self, Self, what would my actual brother want here? Would he want to just...not exist, while his family is currently in the midst of being the hottest of all hot messes to ever mess hotly? Or would he want somebody to go grab one of the most powerful psychics in existence, who also happens to be a close personal friend of his, and get her to just exorcise the Existential Crisis That Just Didn’t Know When To Quit so I could have my brother back and we could all just get back to normal? I mean, except for you, I guess that would probably suck from your perspective, its just - as established, I don’t have to give a fuck, soooooo.....I’ve decided not to....I know, awkward, huh....”

And Ric blinks. “Fuck. Your logic is sound. The parts of it I understood at least. Umm...I’m not thrilled, obviously, but it doesn’t sound like I could do anything to stop it and its not like I’m exactly living it up and having just an awesome, enviable existence or anything, so....what even happens now?”

Jason checks his watch. “Oh I think now we just wait another ten seconds for Lilith to finish what she’s been doing since we got here while I vamped like a motherfucker and kept you too distracted to try and keep her from messing with your head. Which the ironic thing is you probably coulda done a pretty decent job of if you’d known to try, since one of the many things you didn’t want to know about my brother is that he has freakishly obnoxious willpower he uses in all sorts of other ways besides just being a stubborn asshole, and since you’re basically him no matter what you pretend or want to believe, that probably applies to you too, and so....”

And then Dick blinks and stumbles before catching himself gracefully because he’s Dick Grayson (again) and that’s just what he does, be smooth and graceful like a stubborn asshole even when he’s drugged or sleep deprived or just awakening from several months locked inside his own subconscious because amnesia or whatthefuckever.

Ugh, Jason thinks to himself grumpily. His brother is just the absolute worst.

And Dick’s like: “Jason? Lil? What are you two doing here? Together? And wait, where is here? What the fuck happened?”

And Jason’s all: “So much, Dickiebird, but almost none of it is interesting or anything I care about. So catch the Cliff Notes later from somebody who was actually paying attention and just head back to Gotham with me so I can reclaim my apartment from the Turdlings who have started dropping by it whenever the fuck they feel like. Because apparently, they’ve decided in your absence all Oldest Brother Privileges and Responsibilities are automatically ceded to me, and I absolutely fucking object. Especially since it turns out the ‘privileges’ are misnamed at best and totally not fucking worth it. In fact, I object so fucking much, our next stop is Zatanna or some other big name magic wunderkind so they can whammy you with some kind of immortality ritual, I don’t care how hard it is, I will pay literally any price and take it out of Bruce’s bank accounts because I’ve decided you’re just not allowed to die now, ever, I fucking refuse to have to put up with any of this bullshit again, the next time you try and fuck off to the Great Trapeze in the Sky.”

And Dick blinks, like; “What?”

Jason just whines like the big baby he really is underneath all the bluster and bloodshed. “Look its been a very long year and I’m tired and stressed and can we just go home already, this place sucks and I hate it. Like damn, you really live like this? Amnesia You apparently decided to rebel against good taste along with everything else.”

Dick softens. “Sure Little Wing, lets go home and see if someone else can catch me up to speed. You do tend to leave out a lot of pertinent information on the basis of not caring about things other people consider relevant. Like....laws.”

“Fuck you, I can’t believe you’re coming for me and my amorality like this when I just saved your overrated ass from a lifetime of not existing but also making terrible life choices.”

“And I’m sure I’ll be very grateful once I understand what exactly it is you saved me from, I can’t properly appreciate you if I don’t know what the stakes were, can I?” Dick says. Before Jason can appear too mollified though, he continues. “Although from what I have put together so far, it sounds like Lilith probably did most of the heavy lifting, so isn’t it really her who saved me?”

“This is why I never do nice things for you!”

“I’m joking, jeez, lighten up, Little Wing. Just because your frame is load-bearing now doesn’t mean you gotta act like everything’s so heavy...”

“Hah! I knew you resented me for being bigger than you ever since I came back!”

“Well I’m sorry, its just not natural. I’m the oldest brother, I’m supposed to be bigger than you, that’s just the rule....”

“Oh, well excuuuuuuuuse me, Mr. I Make the Rules, I’m so sorry for getting murdered and then coming back from the dead and being thrown into a Lazarus Pit that just happened to have the side effect of making my remaining growth spurts get me all the way to my optimal size...”

“Aha! So you admit that your being bigger than me isn’t a natural phenomenon!”

“Oh please, I would have ended up bigger than you even without the Lazarus Pit. You’re a shrimp! You’re a shrimp that flies, its that whole acrobat/gymnast thing, you’re a tiny little man and you just need to get over the fact that everyone else who is over eighteen and not Tim is always going to be bigger than you and always was!”

“Aaaaand, they’re back,” Lilith sighs to herself, rolling her eyes fondly as she follows them and the dumbest argument ever out the door. Admittedly, she wouldn’t have it any other way.