#big brother Jason Todd

[wondersinwaynemanor]

that time when Jason and Damian worked together in "spoiling" Tim to make up for the "murder attempts" they did to their sleep-deprived brother.

Tim wakes up from his room: What the fu- I don't remember how I got here.

Tim sees Jason and Damian casually reading by the corner of his room.

Tim: What are you two doing in my room???

Damian: Drake's up. Told you he's alive.

Jason: Oh, thank fuck. I thought you died.

Tim: What are you guys...

Tim recalls a few events from last night.

Tim: What did you put in my coffee, Jason????

Jason: Not my formula. It's the brat's.

Damian crosses his arms, looking like a mini Bruce: I believe we deserve a thank you, Drake. Tt.

Tim: A thank you for drugging me???

Jason: You aren't sleeping, Timmy. And you're just as stubborn like the rest of this family, so it was the best option.

Damian: Agreed.

Tim groans: I knew I had a bad feeling. No one is fucking touching my coffee ever again!!!

as soon as Tim stands up from the bed, both Jason and Damian immediately goes to either side of him, holding both of his arms.

Tim: Um... What are you guys doing?

Jason: Making sure you're alright.

Damian: We're merely guiding you.

Tim: Guiding me to the bathroom? I don't recall getting injured from last night. Unless you also added a another formula for that.

Jason opens the door of the bathroom while Damian's tiny arm is around Tim's waist.

by the time Tim is done freshening up for the morning, Damian is still in his room.

Tim: Dami, honestly, what's going on-

Damian: It's the hour for breakfast, Drake. Come now.

Tim: But I'm not hungry-

Damian: No buts. *he goes behind Tim and pushes him towards the door*

Damian is pulling Tim's arm until they arrive at the kitchen.

Jason is wearing an apron and putting food on the table.

Tim smiles: Jay, you're cooking for everyone? That's actually nice of you.

Jason: For everyone? Nah, only for you, Timbers.

Damian: Sit, Drake. *he pats the seat beside the one he's sitting on*

Tim complies: So, when am I going to hear the joke? Dick, come out now! We get it, we're bonding. Bruce, you on this too? I know this is what you want!

Jason and Damian look at each other.

Jason: What the fuck are you talking about, Tim?

Damian: Don't be silly, Drake. Now let's eat.

Tim starts to eat: You should know you are both creeping me out. But this is great. Thank you, Jay.

Jason shrugs as he's eating too: It's nothing.

Dick and Bruce peer from the entrance of the kitchen.

Dick has a wide smile on his face: I didn't think they were gonna go through with this. Although, the sleeping antidote...

Bruce: Was over the top.

Dick: I mean, Timmy isn't good at the sleeping category, B. So, how long do you think they're gonna do this?

Bruce smiles lightly: They're both full of determination. It's hard knowing.

Later at night before patrol.

Tim screams from the changing rooms: JAY!!! DAMI!! I CAN'T CHANGE WITH YOU GUYS AROUND!!! ENOUGH OF THIS!!!

Nightwing and Batman already on their suits by the batcomputer.

Batman: You lost, Chum.

Nightwing: Aw man. Guess I underestimated my brothers. But I do admit, it's nice seeing them working it out.

Batman smiles lightly: It is.

and good luck to the criminals who would come across Red Robin tonight, thinking they can hurt him cus Red Hood and Robin are going to beat the shit out of them. together.

#this was so fun to write??? #just silly fun between brothers it's normal #dc incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #batfamily incorrect quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfamily #batdad #batbros #big brother jason todd #small brother damian wayne #give tim some break pls?? #batman #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #dick grayson #bruce wayne #dc universe

[evaningotham]

gonna write a fic that switches pov between jason and dick as the younger kids show up to their apartment when they need help

like jasons tough love vibe of: take some time to cool off, yes i’ll make pancakes in the morning, no you’re not staying more than two nights, of course ill fight B for you, no youre not allowed to call dickie

bc he wanted dick to be there for him when he was younger and needed somewhere to go and he wasn’t

and dicks protective overwhelming love and affection like: absolutely you can stay here i have a guest room or we can watch movies and crash in the couch, let me order your fav food, here hold haley she likes to cuddle, i’ll talk to bruce dont worry about it

bc he already lost one little brother and he regrets how he treated jason as a kid and hes never going to let that happen again

#jason todd #dick grayson #red hood #nightwing #batfamily #batfam #big brother jason todd #big brother dick grayson #batman

[kerstrel]

mini headcanon:

Bruce is STEM-minded. Dick does well enough in school to get by and prefers STEM, much like Bruce.

Then Jason.

Jason loves books. He loves history. Jason is as humanities-oriented as you can get in a kid. Even after he dies, his love of literature doesn't. When Dick needs to relax, he's in the gym flipping and jumping. Jason's in the garden reading.

Jason had been with Bruce for several years after adoption when he had his first public breakdown. He was at the dining table, staring at a big red F on his math exam. And he cried.

Bruce knew Jason had an inferiority complex, but to see it laid out so openly was heart-wrenching.

Tearfully, a sad Jason held up the paper and whispered, "I did my best. Dick said this class was easy. How come when you're good at English, it's only okay? How come you need to be good at math to be smart?"

And Bruce couldn't bring himself to answer.

He wanted to help Jason with math, but he was busy and Dick was busy, so Jason grit his teeth and figured it out on his own. (He barely got a C in the class.)

Later, after the resurrection, Jason is hanging around the manor when Tim rushes inside. His lip is quivering and an essay marked with a bright 63% is clutched in his hand. Instead of lording it over Tim that this one thing came easy to him, Jason sits next to him.

Jason accepts he's the English person in a room full of math geniuses. He talks Tim through the essay because he needed someone to talk him through his own school struggles.

Jason makes the decision to help his brother and Tim manages an A in the class.

And Jason is happy for him. Jason is happy for Tim in his successes and failures. He's there when Tim wins a math award, and there when Tim needs help with an essay.

Jason figured he'd be there since no one was there for him.

#jason todd headcanon #jason and tim are brothers your honor #i'm not projecting #jason todd likes reading #big brother jason todd #batfam #bat family #kneeko writes #musings from beyond #jason todd #tim drake

[metalotaku-da]

I am so proud of this line I had to share.

#dcxdp #fanfic #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom #dc comics #gotham city sirens #big brother jason todd #selina is danny's mom #tim drake #is so done with his family

[jun-03001]

Im alive!!!

#jason todd #damian wayne #batfam #baby damian wayne #im inlove with big brother jason todd AAAAH #big brother jason todd

[theodorecanaryhood]

Gangster Paradise

Jason Todd x younger brother reader

Jason is a rapper with a biological younger brother

(Note, Jason didn’t die in this story)

Warnings: some swearing

Being a kid is the best thing if in the right environment, Jason wasn’t one of the lucky ones.

Luckily, he was adopted by Bruce Wayne in good time. Becoming Robin was a good thing for him, Jason felt like he could let all the anger out.

Jason was a teenager when he found out Willis Todd, his father, had another son. Jason panicked as he didn’t want you to have the same upbringing as him, Jason fought to get you out of that house.

The social worker said that Foster care was the best thing for you, Jason agreed, but only if his adoptive father would do it.

Seemed unusual, but not unheard of, Jason had become a big brother. You were Jason’s light as he carried you through the street on his shoulders.

Jason held onto your little hands as he walked gently with you, smiling brightly as you chuckled.

‘Jay Jay’ you said, babbling as Jason choked up, he was your first word.

Once Jason turned 18 he was legally an adult, he wanted custody of you now that he could be a legal guardian.

Jason did it all himself and at such a young age, he’d heard that Bruce started fostering a young boy named Tim, dropping in occasionally to check in on his dad. By this point Dick had moved away.

‘Ready for school?’ Jason asked you as you cleaned up your bowl, finishing your cereal.

‘Yeah’ Jason smiled, ruffling your hair, as he handed you your school bag.

Jason enjoyed his role as the big brother, the school runs and working while you were at school. Rent and bills were tough, but thankfully Jason got an allowance from Bruce that helped.

Parent teacher conferences were tricky as some of the teachers always asked to speak to your parents, to which you politely reminded Jason was your guardian.

The smile on Jason’s face when he saw how well you were doing, better than he did without the distractions.

‘That’s your older brother?’ One of your friends remarked, now a little older as you nodded.

‘Damn’ she remarked as she took him in, you cringed your face as Jason came and hugged you, picking you up at the gates.

It was summer, the hot air filled as Jason walked in just torn jeans and a tank top, his muscles and tattoos on show.

‘Everyone is staring Jay’ you commented as Jason saw some of the teenaged girls looking.

‘Please ladies, I’m old enough to be your dads’ Jason called out, laughing as you buried your face.

Typical teenage attitude and finding Jason embarrassing. The drive home was fine, Jason played his new single for you, getting your approval.

Jason was always a musical guy, he had a passion and he wanted to experiment with how far he could go. Not thinking he would get the chance to make actual music. Making it into the music industry.

Your teenage years were similar to most as your body began changing, you experienced the normal cycle of emotions and everything else that follows.

However, Jason noticed there was something different about you lately. You weren’t just moody, you were secretive and it concerned Jason. The two of you were close, you shared almost everything.

‘He’s allowed to have some secrets’ Bruce commented, typing away on the bat computer, Jason nodding.

‘I know, but this is different B, he seems different’

‘Teenagers are different to toddlers’ Bruce finished as Jason agreed.

Thinking he would just have to try and talk to you, hoping you would open up.

‘I want us to chat bud, something is happening y/n. You seem different’ Jason admitted to you, you played with the food on your plate a little.

You sighed as Jason looked into your eyes, you knew you would have to open up eventually. You trust Jason with your life, you love him. You’re certain he loves you too.

A man doesn’t agree to drop everything to raise his baby brother, not without feeling love.

‘You can talk to me about anything y/n’ Jason said as he stroked your pinky with his finger a little.

‘You sure?’ You asked, hesitating as Jason nodded with a smile.

‘Of course, you can tell me anything’ Jason insisted, not breaking eye contact with you.

‘Jason, I’m gay’ you admitted, searching Jason’s face for a reaction.

He didn’t speak for a few seconds until he cleared his throat, his eyes burying into yours.

‘You sure?’ Jason asked for reassurance, you nodded as Jason rose to his feet.

‘Stand up’ he said, his face not giving anything away, you stood up as Jason took a step towards you.

Jason’s arms wrapped around you as he held you in a bear hug, your face resting on his shoulder, Jason gave you a small pat on the back. His big frame engulfed your small one, a time passing of the sibling love.

‘I love you no matter what’ Jason said in your ear as you nodded.

‘Love you too’ you smiled, the two of you pulled away from the hug.

A couple years had gone by since Jason began making a name in the streets of Gotham, and not just as a rap artist, but as the bad Red Hood.

Jason would never let you join his team as he wanted nothing more than to keep you safe. Jason would die before he let anything happen to you.

Jason stood on stage as he performed in his latest tour, you in the front row. Smiling bright as you watched your older brother proudly.

Jason came over and gave you a quick hug as he walked through the audience, the audience cheering loudly.

‘My little brother’s here’ Jason announced into mic, smiling as he pointed over at you.

Jason smiled proudly as he finally got you to agree to be in his music video, he had you just do poses for the camera, walking through the streets with his dog.

The track played in the background, Jason lip synced as you gave your all for the first time. Jason would’ve called you a pro, but he was biased.

You grew some popularity with appearing in Jason’s music video, Jason of course wanted you to do more with him.

‘So, this is where the magic happens. Nothing too big, we’ll just have you sit and fill in some of the backing vocals’ Jason said, handing you the headphones.

Jason was smiling as he watched you singing in the recording booth, doing some backing vocals.

‘You ever thought about doing a single?’ Jason asked you as he walked with you to get some lunch.

You laughed a little as you showed a shy side, Jason was serious and thought maybe you could do some singing in your own.

‘Oh you’re not joking?’ You replied, Jason chuckled.

It was a shy moment as you stepped out of your comfort zone. You sang a melody as Jason smiled proudly watching.

‘Shit, he’s good’ Jason mumbled to himself. You came out of the booth, a small smile on your face.

It had been a year and Jason was getting you in his record label, he wanted you to be a solo artist like him. He wanted you to do your own thing.

You found a new passion for this line of work, it was all you ever thought about.

It wasn’t long before you and Jason were on stage together, performing together.

Jason featured you in his videos more, you did the same for him.

Jason was up for a music award, you were cheering the loudest when Jason won his award, walking up the steps as he was handed the trophy.

‘This is amazing, thank you guys so much, really, thank you. I want to thank my baby brother y/n more as he is such a supportive person, the best person I know. Love you bro, thank you all’ Jason spoke into the mic.

The stages lights hit different tonight as Jason began his latest tour. He had this flood of memories, seeing how tiny you were to who you are now.

There was always this speculation, or stereotype that Jason is this hard guy. Tattoos everywhere, even a couple on his face, however, he really is just a big child. He loves so hard and is a different person when with you or others he’s close to.

Your biggest hero is Jason, along with him being your role model. The teenager who dropped everything to raise you, to a man who gave you his mantle.

#red hood #gotham #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #big brother jason todd #jason todd x male reader #Jason Todd x brother reader

[as-is-above-so-below]

Always

Stemmed from that one Young Justice scene (and the plethora of fanart from it) with Jason and Baby Damian :)

warnings: violence, mentions of death

summary: Damian is injured while the team rescues Bruce from the League

“Nngh…Baba…”

“I’m here, Damian. I’m here.”

Jason isn’t entirely sure what went wrong or when. 

Well, that’s not entirely true. He had some idea, not that it mattered now. 

It was fucking idiotic to think they could just walk into the League of Assassins to rescue Bruce, and he said as much beforehand. But nobody ever listened to Jason, especially if Damian contradicted his opinions (which he obviously did, in this case). 

Dick, Tim, Luke, Kate, and Jason all sustained a handful of injuries during their rescue attempt, wrapped in gauze with various creams and ointments on cuts, bullet wounds, and burns. Bruce had gone through quite the ordeal with Talia attempting to reprogram him, but Jason could share dozens of first-hand experiences where Batman had endured worse wounds.

The clusterfuck of battered and bruised vigilantes hovering around the Batcave’s infirmary, waiting for Damian to wake up, was evidence of the hypothesis Jason had kept to himself the day before. They all knew Damian so well, yet not at all.

“We cannot wait. Who knows how much time Father has left in Mother’s hands? We do not know her agenda.”

“Listen, demon brat, I know you’re worried, but you know just as well as I do that we’d be walking into a death trap without a plan. He could be dead already, for all we know.”

“Exactly, which is why this discussion is a waste of resources. And I am not worried; the plan is to get in, and out. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Their siblings never seemed to recall that Damian – in addition to being a trained assassin with a body count in the high hundreds (if not thousands) and having the intellects of an al Ghul and a Wayne ingrained in a DNA – was also a child; a scared one, at that.

They wouldn’t recognize that in the kid’s stoic, controlled features. A mask, another layer underneath his Robin and Damian Wayne personas.

That’s what they were, after all. Personas. 

Damian caught the brunt of it when his mother expressed her displeasure at his ‘regression’. In her opinion, he had grown soft, too attached to his father and siblings. He vividly remembered Damian’s extensive training and education, starting before he could even walk. 

He was dropped into the Lazarus Pit shortly after Damian’s birth and regained his memories. From then on, Jason had made it his mission to do everything in his power to keep the small, green-eyed creature (who looked so much like their father) safe for as long as time would allow. He took many an arrow and blade during his time at the League, training and ‘helping’ Talia raise his newborn brother.

When they weren’t training, Jason told him fairytales he had read as a kid. Ra’s caught them once and punished Jason severely for introducing such ‘childish stories’ to the heir of the demon’s head. His adventures as Robin were a common topic – anything that would help preserve any innocence Damian had. He bandaged his wounds the same way Dick had after patrol; cross-legged, their knees touching as he dabbed antiseptic on his wounds and told him how well he had done, despite Ra’s comments about his weak technique. 

After a particularly rough day, when five-year-old Damian finished yanking pointed arrows from his back and shoulders, he wrapped a thin strip of leather around Jason’s dominant wrist.

“It’s the same leather from my necklace,” he had said, his chubby face lacking the wide smile a child that age should have. “So we match.”

Jason wore it to this day, only removing it for showers and patrol.

While Jason may not have been as touchy as Dick, with his kisses, snuggles, and constant fussing (also known as being a mother hen), he was no stranger to a gentle, guiding touch, a comforting hug, a reassuring hand to the top of Damian’s head. He couldn’t bring himself to replicate the love his older brother had instilled in him, but he tried his best.

Still, the affectionate little boy was slowly, painfully whittled away, until only a tiny piece of him was left, buried deep within.

The day Jason watched Damian execute his favorite teacher, the tutor that had been with him since birth, without blinking an eye, was the day he swore that he would get him out.

Even if it meant losing his life. Again.

Then they returned to that very place and Jason’s worst fear came true.

“Mother, don’t make me kill you!”

His attempt to dissuade her allowed Talia to lunge at him. Damian twisted to parry the attack, but she changed course at the last second–

And her Kitana ran him through.

“As if you could.”

Jason immediately abandoned Bruce’s code at Damian’s scream, ending his opponent with a bullet through their skull. He whipped around just in time to see Talia drag her sword from her son’s side, coated in his blood. Behind his mask, his eyes blue wide, and he almost lost his stomach right there.

“DAMIAN!”

Pressed into a corner with his own voice roaring in his ears, Jason snapped back to reality, his body rigid at the sound Damian made. The boy had whined when Bruce touched his hair, an “undignified” sound he would say if he were in the right state of mind. Damian shook his head with a sharp hiss, struggling to sit up, his skull pounding. He kept his sensitive eyes tightly shut, the burning light from the fluorescents of the medical bay making his headache worse.

Kate and Luke decided to return home but were replaced by Barbara, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Alfred. Bruce removed his hand but still looked down at his son, confused, thick brows knitted together. Damian was unwell and injured, yes, but he had no head injuries that would make him delusional. He quickly turned to Alfred, about to have him administer more tests–

Jason unglued himself from the wall, let his arms fall from his chest, then scratched the short hair at the nape of his neck. He approached the hospital bed, slipping by his siblings and moving to the opposite side as Bruce. Dick was especially confused, watching his first not-so-little brother with his head titled and questioning eyes. Bruce’s expression was unreadable, while Alfred’s was almost knowing.

Damian visibly softened when Jason grazed the back of his hand and gripped Jason’s for dear life, eyes still closed. “Baba…” he groaned and tugged with what little strength he had left. Their expressions quickly turned to shock, save for Bruce and Alfred.

“Sh-She tried to kill…me,” Damian croaked, still reverting to his native tongue. Jason threw a sharp look at all the surprised faces in the room, urging them to leave with a nasty glare. Damian would never let anyone, let alone the whole family see him so distraught, devastated – broken, if he were himself.

When people started to apprehensively file out, Jason finally allowed Damian to pull him into the bed. He carefully avoided the bandages, bruises, and plastic cast on his wrist as best he could. He looked to Alfred, who gave him the ‘all clear’ before moving his fragile body into his lap, shielding him with his arms as the stragglers continued to stare. Bruce included.

“Get. Out.” It came more as growl than speech, his voice low and gravely.

Finally, Dick gently guided Bruce out of the room.

Violent sobs wracked through Damian’s little body as Jason held him, rubbing small circles into his skin with his big, calloused hand. “I know, kid. I know.”

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Copyright © 2023 as-is-above-so-below. All rights reserved.

#jason todd #damian wayne #jason todd fic #young justice #father figure jason todd #big brother jason todd #little brother damian wayne #baby damian wayne #baby!damian #hbo bring back young justice #father son relationship #i love them :)

[batboysoneshots]

Baby Bird (Au)

AU where Jason is the eldest and Dick is the youngest.

Summary: Dick has a nightmare in Wayne manor of his parents dying, it had only been a few months. He wonders around the manor searching for Bruce but runs into Jason instead.

Jason- 19

Tim - 16

Damian - 14

Dick - 9

Third person pov...

Dick woke with a cry. Breathing heavy his heart beating fast, tears streaming down his face. His dreams had been nothing but nightmares of his parents dying.

Only each time they change from hid parents to Bruce and Alfred dying, to his new brothers dying to him dying. It was horrible for the 9 year old every night.

Chest heaving, he crawls off his high double bed and stood, sniffling wiping away his tears though they kept coming, the clock on his desk said 2.30am.

"Will Bruce be awake?" he muttered to himself, grabbing a blanket and his elephant Sitka he made his way quietly out of his bedroom and into the dimly lit hall.

Shivering he wraps the blanket around his shoulders and looked around trying desperately to remember the layout of the manor, he had only been here a couple months and still gets lost.

After walking for a couple minutes, he walks into a large room same as the rest, but this one was different, books lined the walls of first layer of the room, blue eyes wide with awe as his looked around.

The second layer had even more books. "This is the library!" He exclaims shocked at the many many books around him. The boy looked around more running his hands along the lines of books old and new.

"Hey squirt what are you doing awake?" Came a voice surprise the young boy making him drop his stuffed elephant, dick tried to wipe the tears, though his eyes still red from his crying.

Jason had been reading in the library, he does not sleep much anymore since the joker killed him, the library is his safe space and is always found reading some obscure book that only he or Bruce could read.

Seeing his baby bother awake made Jason close his book and walk over to the boy wanting to know if everything was okay. Jason laughed and picked up the elephant.

hen Dick first met the teen he scared him, built like a tank and almost as tall as Bruce, piercing green eyes that he swore turned red when he was angry.

But after he got to know the older teen, they became close like brothers, Jason would look out for Dick at the galas Bruce held, or when reporters attacked them while out in public.

When dick turned the teasing glint in Jasons eyes vanished, in place was concern and worry as he saw the red rings around Dicks blue eyes filled with tears the young boy was trying to keep in. "hey baby bird what's wrong?" he questions kneeling in front of the child.

He then holds Dicks hands rubbing his palms in circular motions hoping to calm him down, sniffling again Dick looked at the teen trying not to cry as he relived his nightmare. "I had a nightmare Jay" he manged before his sniffles turned into sobs.

Tears and snot fell from his face, Jason's eye widen, and he quickly gathers the young boy in his arms and hugs him tight to his chest. Rubbing the boys back comfortingly as Alfred does with him.

Whispering calming words into the boy's ear Jason walks over to a bean bag he had begged Bruce to buy for him and sat down on it, leaning back his settled the boy on his chest his ear just above his heartbeat hoping it would calm Dick down.

He continued rubbing the 9 year olds back as he cried, Jason could feel his t-shirt getting wet but did not care the only thing that cared was his baby brother. When dick stopped crying Jason asked him again.

"What was your nightmare about baby bird?" the green eyed teen askes hoping it wont cause the boy to have another crying fit, sniffling Dick kept his head buried in Jason's chest and played with the wonder woman pattern on the shirt.

"My parents dying" he mumbled just loud enough for Jason to hear, the older teen sighs deeply before hugging the boy tight. "That sucks Lil 'bird I wish that never happened to you" he tells the boy, remembering his own parents before he met Bruce, he starts to run his fingers through dicks hair.

The boy practically melts against his chest as he does, Jason smiles as he hears the boys breathing even out as he falls asleep. Jason lets him he grabs his book from before using one hand he continues to run his fingers through the black locks.

Hours later they would be found by Alfred and Bruce, pictures taken by both at how cute they were, Dick is Jasons soft spot.

The end!

Hope you liked this one shot, sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes!

Requests are open!

Word count: 853

#batboys #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #oneshot #batman fanfiction #family #fluff #jason todd #fluff and feels #angst #brothers #nightmare #bonding #young dick grayson #au #age swap au #big brother jason todd #little brother dick grayson

[carpyow]

Big brother Jason telling Damian he's adopted and he was found in a dumpster

#big brother jason todd #damian and jason are brothers #damian and jason in the LoA #damian and jason knew each other #damian wayne #jason todd

[duckytree]

big brother part 12

there are some weird things going on in the gotham sewer systems

edit: OMG NOT THE ALM

IT DOESNT MEAN ALL LIVES MATTER ITS JUST A RANDOM THIBG I WROTE. I DIDNT REALIZE UNTIL ITS TOO LATE

#big brother series #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #fanart #art #comic #batman #dc #duckytree

[butwhyduh]

Jason: I’m evil. I tried to kill Tim. I’ve almost killed him!

Damian: yeah we all have 🙄

Tim: wow

Dick: bro we’ve all almost killed each other. That’s just being brothers 🤷🏻‍♀️

Jason: you never tried to kill anyone

Dick: do you remember the trampoline when you were Robin?

Jason: nooo…

Dick: exactly. Alfred said the amnesia was going to be permanent.

Jason: wait, we never even had a trampoline.

Dick: no Bruce burned it.

Jason:… what did you do? Dick? What did you do to me???

Dick: nothing you can prove (walks away)

#Jason Todd #dick grayson #dick grayson big brother #Damian wayne #Tim drake #batbros #nightwing #red hood #Red Robin #Robin #batfam #batman

[deadsetobsessions]

Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Part 1

[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4]

To not turn into a giant raging asshole hell bent on murdering people and destroying the world after everyone he loved died, Danny had ran from Amity with his chosen vice.

A bottle. That’s right. Even after Jazz’s talks about alcoholism as a poor coping mechanism as a form of self harm, he still chose alcohol. Or maybe that’s why he picked it, because it reminded him of her, right before the booze took the sting of grief off of her memory. He was never really all that good at listening to Jazz.

And now she’s gone, so it’s moot point. Danny really hated Nasty Burger.

Danny made it all the way to Gotham, bottle constantly glued to his hand. It’s better than Vlad’s creep-o-self looming over him all of the time. He bummed out on the streets, fitting into crime alley like a native. Danny learned to pickpocket. Not much, just enough for a bottle when his ran out. He stayed human. At first he tried to convince himself that it was because he didn’t want to be perceived as a meta in a city where Batman notoriously disliked metas. Then, as he sunk deeper, he admitted to himself in a shameful curl of a whisper that it was really because alcohol affected his human side much easier.

Ghosts need an ungodly amount of alcohol to even get slightly buzzed. Danny’s human side? Only one full bottle the shittiest tequila he could find could even hope to be more than buzzed. It sucked.

He’s spent two years being an alcoholic that didn’t actually get that drunk. Technically, underage drinking was a crime. But then again, so was being a vigilante ghost. So, whatever. He does what he can to dull the grief. Mostly, he slept on covered and hidden nooks on top of Crime Alley’s roofs. Gotham city had taken pity on him and cleared her smog clouds when he was awake at night. Stargazing helped, at least. It gave him a little hope. It gave him a little wish to change and better and live like he wants. But then the night ends and when the day comes, Jazz isn’t there. Sam isn’t there. Tucker isn’t there. His mom and dad are not there.

Danny always went back to the bottle, in the end. Not that it did much.

Which was why, when he saw three looming figures over a tiny child, Danny’s saving people thing flared with a vengeance and his surprised ectoplasm burned what little buzz he had achieved by downing most of the bottle away, leaving him stone cold sober and pissed.

Danny sighed, dumping the rest of the nasty tasting liquid out. There’s no point drinking that little.

He approached the trio, who were beating up an actual child. Ancients, he hated Crime Alley sometimes.

“Give me your shit, you little punk!” Asshole 1 decided to say like a typical mugger, raising his leg to kick the curled up kid below. Danny doesn’t let him land the kick, smashing the bottle on the asshole’s head before any of them clocked his presence. He pivots, pushing a bit of that extra strength he normally keeps on a tight leash into his hands, and punched the other two in a quick fashion, knocking them out.

With that taken care of, Danny turned back to the kid who was still curled up. Danny sighed again, the trembles in small shoulders plucking on his heartstrings.

“You okay, kid?”

The kid uncurls, and Danny stared. Holy shit, is he looking into a mirror? Blue eyes, black hair, and tanned skin. Holy shit, he’s even got similar jaws to Danny.

“Huh.”

The kid flinched.

“Y-y’er the drunk,” the kid flinched again, eyes darting to the broken bottle still clenched in Danny’s hand. “I- I ain’t got money, honest. Please-”

Danny blinked down at the kid, brain connecting the dots after so long without actual interaction. He’s panicking and staring at the bottle in Danny’s hand like it’ll kill him. Danny raised the bottle and the kid closed his mouth with a click, terror worming its way into the kid’s eyes.

“I wasn’t going to mug you myself, kid.”

“But- y’er the- the Alley drunk.”

Danny blinked. Did he get a reputation without knowing again? Goddammit.

“I guess. Am I famous or somethin’?”

“Nobody- nobody fucks wit’ ya.”

“I also don’t hurt kids.”

“…”

The kid stared at him dubiously and with a sinking feeling, Danny realized that maybe the kid already had some terrible experiences with a heavy drunken hand. He promptly chucks the bottle further into the alley.

“I drink, yes. But I’m also not the kind of scum that would lay hands on a kid, let alone anyone that didn’t provoke it first.”

“Oh.” The kid uncurled more, looking at Danny warily, more at ease now that the bottle has left the chat.

“Yeah. I’m Danny. Stone cold sober, right now.”

“…”

Danny waited.

“Peters.”

“Okay. Peters, do you wanna take their shit?” Danny pointed a thumb at the knocked out would-be-muggers behind him.

“Y… yeah, sure. What’s my cut?”

“All of it.”

Peters stared.

Danny shrugged and started looting.

"Y'er so fuckin' weird."

----

See, the thing is, Danny hadn't anticipated saving Peters- "'s actually Jason"- would result in having a duckling following him around. The kid, Jason, glared at everyone who even looked at them wrong. But that's not the problem, because Danny could take anyone who took issue with Jason's looks, it's more like there's a child following him around now and Danny doesn't want to be the reason Jason turns into an alcoholic. It's- well, it made him cut down on the drinking. He even got jobs- legitimate jobs that sucks out his his poor ectoplasmic soul.

Why? Because Jason's apparently homeless. While that's something Danny's okay with for himself, he can't ever condone that for an actual child. Jason's walking around in threadbare clothes and thin soled shoes in the middle of Fall, for Ancient's sake.

Danny grumbles as he piled a bunch of clothes into the shopping bag as he checked out. Gotham's Walmart is a different kind of hell, but Danny feels right at home.

Sure, the work might suck out his soul and he might hate being sober, but Jason's face every time he comes home to an actual place to live, warm clothes, and food was worth everything.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #DCxDP #dpxdc #jason todd #batman #crime alley #Danny: im gonna be an alcoholic #also Danny: a child needs help and I don’t drink anymore #Danny phantom’s saving people thing #drunk danny #alcoholic danny #but not for long #danny adopts jason todd #jason todd follows his big brother into being a vigilante #kind of #he becomes robin #but gets rescued by his long suffering brother every once and a while #alley drunk! Danny AU

[charlietheepicwriter7]

De-Aged Danny, gesturing to a dazed Bruce inside Wayne Manor: And this is Bruce! Otherwise known as the Himbo! Reporters: Hmm, yes, interesting... Bruce: What the- Danny: I'm not sure what that word means. I heard it from Dick, but no one will give me my answer, not even Jason, who is easily bribed. Bruce: Why are there reporters in my house!? Danny, innocent and childlike: They asked to come inside, Bruce! They seemed like really nice people, so I thought it'd be polite to give them a tour. Bruce, filled with infinite patience: I really wish you had asked me before you did that, chum. Danny: But why? We don't have anything to hide... do we, Bruce?

Or, in order to rise to the Ghost Throne, Danny has to complete a series of trials to prove he is capable of ruling (or any other reason, Danny just needs to do trials to prove himself).

The last trial, issued by Clockwork, is thus: discover the Wayne Family secret in two weeks without the use of any of his powers.

He has one shapeshift to pick a form that could endere him to the Waynes, but only one before he starts and he has to get close to the family by his own wits. Danny, after studying the family and reading of one sentence summary of each Wayne, picks the body of a six-year-old little boy that looked like a child Jason Todd.

Bruce: That child is up to something. Dick, third favorite: I don't know, Bruce; he acts like a normal kid. Jason, #1 favorite: I doubt the old man's ever met a normal kid. Tim, least favorite: Bruce is right, but can you please not talk like the villains from Chicken Run.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #de-aged danny #danny thinks the trials happen in simulations in the GZ #he has no idea they were alternate realities each time #c: danny fenton #c: bruce wayne #c: dick grayson #c: jason todd #jason is favorite since danny is convinced that his “death” has to do with the Secret #and also for being completely 100% ok with throwing down with a child #tim is least favorite because he's too suspicious #damian is second favorite for also being 100% ok with throwing down with a child #dick is tearfully trying to gentle parent jason into being a good big brother #all “you're going to be such a good big brother let me teach you.” #which jason doesn't NEED but is kinda flattered that dick has so much faith in him to be a big bro

[bruciemilf]

Jason ranting about Bruce for the 10th time today: Gosh, he's just the worst.

Roy: Uh huh. Yea. Hey, Ollie? When is Beyoncé's birthday?

Oliver: September 4, 1981, Houston Texas. 10:30 PM. It was on a Saturday. Her nurses' name was Susan.

Roy: When's MY birthday?

Oliver: How the fuck should I know?

Jason:

Roy: Go on.

#oliver is a big brother to me #oliver queen #roy harper #jason todd #incorrect quotes #dc #dc comics #dont come to me abt gotham war ok im not reading or acknowledging #text #text post

[metalotaku-da]

this one might go down crack a little bit, but it still fits my story. but i had to. it was just such low hanging fruit for my story. and to easy to make a full comedy. my other comedy attempt turned into plot.

#dcxdp #fanfic #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dc comics #danny phantom #gotham city sirens #big brother jason todd #selina is danny's mom #selina's past partners #tim is such a stalker #kon is debating a intervention #but he's an accompliance for now

[ashoss]

tiny tim gettin big brothered tf out of

#sorry no dick hes hard to draw for me idk why #but this was in my files as `´let dami be a big brother goddamit¨ so :D #batfam #batfamily #red robin #tim drake #tim drake wayne #dc robin #damian wayne #red hood #jason todd #ash's doodlings