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imonthinice · 3 years

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 18/?

Word Count: 2.5k

Author's Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend's name)

Warnings: Mentions of court, mentions of Jason's injuries, swearing, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Jason walked out in a few minutes, just in his boxers. She looked at him before letting out a slight laugh at the absurdity of it.

"Don't laugh, you're the one who tore my clothes."

She sighed, "And you're going to have to go home in torn boxers, Bruce is going to kill you."

"God, don't remind me," he said before sitting beside her.

She laughed, "You could just not go home?"

"I wish. But I have a life. You have a life."

"It's unfortunate, isn't it. Can't spend all day with you but you're all I want to do."

"Funny."

"Thank you, I really tried," she thought, "You remember how I seem to have a fascination with vigilantes?"

"Yes, why?"

"I remembered why. So, when I was in high school, graduating year, I had law class. I was bored, so I did law, don't question it," she laughed. "Anyway, in my law class, they split us into groups. Specifically, Pro-Justice-League-Association and Anti-Justice-League-Association."

"Pro and Anti?"

"Yeah, apparently it was relevant? I guess the JLA doesn't use conventional methods to get evidence? Don't care though. Anyway, I was on the side of Pro, obviously."

"Obviously."

"Wait I'm not done! By the end of the class, I had debated every member of the Anti team and converted them. It actually introduced me to the Robin-Forums, which is just smack dab full of conspiracies."

"Robin-Forums?"

"Oh my god? You don't know those? You're all over them. Some people are convinced you're Kid Flash, some are convinced you're Robin, it's crazy."

"That is crazy but seems funny. What about my family?"

"Someone in my class posted "Why Clark Kent is Batman: An Essay" which has like, 20k likes? It's very popular."

"Well, I swear he isn't Batman. He's just very fond of the night."

"That's what I said, but that man is convinced otherwise."

"You would know if any of us were vigilantes. We're not good at hiding secrets."

"I'm sure you have your secrets, I just find it funny people think you have time to be Kid Flash."

"People spend all their time worrying about me, when will it end?"

"Ha! That's fair. Tabloids running your name probably doesn't help the conspiracies."

"I remember one of my ex-friends from high school mentioned me being Kid Flash, I was so confused, I guess it makes sense now. I'm going to have to show everyone that. They'll get a kick out of it."

"I bet they would. I'm waiting for the day I'm on it as someone who's a hero. Hoping they say I'm Wonder Woman or something. I think it would be funny."

"You get Miss Martin because everyone thinks you're too beautiful to be human."

"Aw. That's so corny that I hate it! Well done."

"Thank you. I learned it from Dick."

"Of course you did."

"Where else would I learn it from?"

"If you're genuinely asking, the internet, probably."

"That's fair. That's completely fair. I think Dick learns a lot of his lines from the internet, honestly."

"Oh yeah, there's no way he comes up with everything on his own. No way."

"So, what other dumb stories do you have?"

"Well, I think my sister is either a vigilante or really, really, weird."

"You think your sister is a vigilante?"

"Okay so, she's a businesswoman. No big deal, right? Wrong. She's always out, more often than she has to be, she's always spending nights away from home."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Okay well Adrianna, Aria, whatever you want to call her, she's being suspicious."

"I'm sure you're looking too far into it."

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The Night Jason Was Stabbed.

Aria clutched the scythe in her life hand. She had failed. She had worn her best dresses that she could hide beneath her capes, she had drugged him, she had stabbed him 6 bloody times, and he had still survived!

She was angry. She walked up to the Red Hood on his time off while he was catching a drink, looking stressed. She didn't care if he accepted her offer to go to her room, she just cared about that moment. The one where she could slip in the crushed-up pills and no one would stop her.

And she had done it. She waited until after he chugged the whole drink to strike. He was stumbling around, like an idiot. She hit his head with the back of her blade, knocking him to the ground where she proceeded to stab him 6 times in his right side.

She kissed his forehead before leaving, which required her to removed her mask a bit, saying "Goodnight, sweet Prince," before running into the darkness.

But the blue one, Nightwing. He got to the Red Hood before he could die. And she was pissed. All that hard work, just for him to not even die.

The scythe was still bloodied from the Red Hood. Her lips were still warm from his forehead. But now, he had possibly seen her face! Her plans were foiled every way when of her goblins came up to her.

"Ma'am, your weapon."

She passed it over without second thought. She wanted it rid of the blood of a living man, she wanted it soaked in the blood of a dead man.

Her plague doctor mask fell a bit as she began to tear up. She had failed. She had never failed at knocking "Heroes" down a peg.

Call it crazy, but she knew the fights between her and the Red Hood were far from over. She even felt as they'd grow closer.

As she looked at the walls covered in the photos of the vigilantes of the world, she knew this was only the first battle. The war was hers. They didn't know what was going to hit them.

But there was an issue. Her sister, Y/N had become close with one of the Waynes. She needed the Waynes to get to the "Heroes" which meant possibly hurting her sister.

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"I hope I'm looking too far into it."

She wasn't.

One night when they were both 17, it was just Aria and Y/N in the house when Y/N was awoken by a loud crash from the downstairs window.

She went to investigate, bat in hand, to find her sister, stumbling over the coffee table. Bleeding out and clutching her side from the blood. Stabbed.

Y/N took no hesitation to take care of Aria. Stitching her up like they had as kids when Y/N would sitch up Aria after shut cut herself on skates, or if Y/N ran straight into a car.

Those images still dance in Y/N's mind to this day. Something was up with the way that her sister had a mask, a long bird-Esque plague doctor mask. A cloak. Knives. Guns. A scythe.

The best outcome would be her sister was attacked while LARPing in the park. The worst? She was a villain. Midway? A hero of the night, a vigilante. Anything was better than a villain.

If only she knew the pain Aria had caused her until this point. The fact that Aria was the one who drugged and tried to kill Jason. The pieces of the story were unravelling in front of everyone's eyes, they just needed to connect them properly.

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Aria had a plan. Kidnap her sister and her lover's family. Get ransom. Get them hurting. Locate the "Heroes". The only issue was that Y/N would recognise the cloak, the mask. She knew the get-up.

Aria was not about to redesign her entire outfit for the sake of not alerting her sister. She figured it would be unlikely that Y/N would focus on the cloak when she's being used for ransom money.

Or at least she hoped. She wasn't certain her plan would even work. Breaking into the Wayne Manor, after one of the kids had been stabbed, in a mugging was going to be difficult.

They had employed security, something that was never common at the Wayne Manor before this moment. She was upset. If only her sister had met the Waynes before the stabbing.

Then she thought.

Red Hood is a Wayne?

It made sense, sure. They got stabbed at the same time. But was it reasonable? She didn't know. Why would an 18-20-year-old be a vigilante? He couldn't even legally drink?

She thought it didn't make sense. That the Red Hood was never, could never be the Wayne kid. But if he was, what could that mean?

She was certain he wasn't. But the thoughts swirled in her mind as if beckoning her to come to the conclusion.

She was crazy, she knew that. She was obviously crazy, she became the villain, the opposite of her twin in every way. She was insane. Arkham would like her. But there was something about the Red Hood being a Wayne that kept coming back to her. Haunting her like the night she was stabbed by Green Arrow back in Metropolis.

She was on their radar. They knew her. They would come to get the Waynes.

She knew the Justice League Association knew of her. But the people didn't. This stunt would make the people know of her.

The name Hour will ring through the streets of Gotham. The streets of Metropolis. Smallville. Anywhere she could get her hands on. She would begin her reign of terror.

No one could stop her now.

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Jason had left after Bruce had called him. She assumed he needed to work or one of his siblings did a dumbass move. It was upsetting that they couldn't spend every moment together, but she knew that it was par for the course with Jason.

She was bored. She didn't have a job, her parents paid her bills if she focused on school. But she wasn't something to do, a reason to be having down days. She knew school gave her this, but it wasn't like it was every damn day.

A job would be every damn day. Hopefully. A reason to do so much in her life.

She figured she could work at Wayne Enterprises. But she didn't want to be that girl. The one who's fucking the CEO and is subsequently untouchable. You can't befriend her and talk sit, she'll tattle.

She wanted to be a normal working person. A colleague, not a boss.

Wayne Enterprises was a last resort for her. If she couldn't get hired anywhere else, she'd go apply thee. You don't fuck company property, she thought.

But she also thought fucking Wanye Enterprises "Property" was fun. and no one was really going to stop her, not even Bruce. Even though Bruce tried to lecture her and Jason, there was only so much he'd do. Barbara and Dick both worked at Wayne Enterprises and hadn't been reprimanded for that.

And obviously, they were having sex. They had been together for a while, Jason said.

Which, obviously they were having sex if they were together for that long.

She scrolled a little while for jobs, marking down a few she'd look further into. Not really anything exciting, she was still young, 1st year in college, a freshman. Not many prestigious places would hire someone her age. Especially while they're still in school.

There were only unpaid intern jobs in her field. And she wasn't about to fuck with not getting paid, even if it was her line of schooling. She didn't think it was worth it to put all of your efforts into a job that you weren't getting paid for.

A lot of kids thought her way, including her sister. Both of them grew up thinking that getting paid for work was necessary, her parents had always told them that. Even if her parents had strict religious views, they would still back her up if someone wasn't paying her, even if they fell out.

She thought if Bruce felt the same, that kids should be paid for what they do. He figured he did since he employed all of his kids once they were old enough to work at Wayne Enterprises.

She noticed Lexcorp, who had recently put up a building in Gotham, was hiring. She thought it would be funny if she went to work for her boyfriend's dad's competitor. She was tempted.

Worst comes to worst, she'd be a Lexcorp employee.

She, of course, would have to dress up for these interviews, and she had the clothes to do so, but she didn't, per se, want to wear them.

She also didn't want to go outside when trials were still raging. So, she figured she'd call Christopher's parents about getting him a lawyer and then scroll the pages for shopping. His parents finally had the time to deal with their son, because Christopher didn't want to interrupt his parents with him being an idiot.

She dialled.

"Hello?" his mom asked.

"Hey, Laura. It's Y/N."

"Y/N! Sweetheart, we've been wondering about you ever since, you know."

"Yeah, yeah. We can talk about it later I swear. So, I already told you about what Christopher did, right?"

"You did."

"He needs a lawyer, the man is pressing charges."

"Well, that's stupid. He has no right."

"Apparently he does."

"We'll get Christopher a lawyer. But how are you, darling?"

"I'm okay. Could be a hell of a lot better. I have faith in the court system."

"We're all worried about you, kiddo. You've wrapped yourself up in a lot of a mess recently."

"I know. It's weird. But I swear I'm strong enough to pull through, you've known me for what, 13 years? Give or take? I know how to handle myself."

"That doesn't mean we can't worry."

"I know, new city, new people. I swear behind the scandals I'm in that I actually have friends."

"I assume we'll meet this Jason eventually?"

"Eventually. We need to find the time between court dates, work. Adulting."

"You don't have a job?"

"Jason does. And I'm thinking about getting one to pass the time."

"Working to pass the time is a new thing, fascinating, you kids are."

"Nothing can make sense of all these things I've done, I know."

"Those sound like song lyrics."

"Sometimes songs are the best way to get all your thoughts compiled into one place, you know. I starred as Katherine Howard, Laura. I know how to convey emotion through art."

"I know. That's still one of the performances Metropolis holds on to, you know."

"I wish they didn't. But it is what it is."

"It's a good performance, kiddo."

She laughed, "Anyway. You get onto that lawyer. Christopher needs it right now."

"I will. Be safe. We love you."

"I love you lot."

Click. She thought about Christopher, and the bullshit he went through to save her.

She brushed the thoughts off and pulled out her journal. Scribbling down her sister's bird mask. She couldn't get that off of her mind. She could have sworn her sister made the thing out of actual bone.

It was like she threw a steampunk aesthetic into a plague doctor. She was certain there was more to it that she didn't know.

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brokeco · 4 years

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Young Family

For @batlanternweek Day 5

De-ageing | Meeting the Family I did both again

Hal’s meeting Bruce’s family had happened in stages as Bruce adopted the kids. He remembered meeting Barbara, Dick, and Alfred over dinner, the children excitedly asking about the “secrets of the universe” while Bruce’s father-figure had sternly glared the childrens’ way.

Hal had met Jason when he’d snuck onto the Watchtower, Bruce right on his heels. It’d been funny, the new Robin running right into Hal’s stomach and a sternly-walking Batman turning a corner right after, grabbing the kid by the shoulders and hefting him up. Bats wrapped his arms around Jason, turning back towards the warp-tunnel. “My apologies for the interruption, Lantern. I’ll introduce you two more thoroughly at a later time.”

Tim and Stephanie had helped him with Star Sapphire at one point, distracting her long enough for Hal to realize that their fight had gone into Gotham and that Bats was going to be pissed when he realized that Hal and Carol destroyed his great-grandfather’s statue. But when the fight was over, Tim and Stephanie had let him go quickly, stalling Bruce before he could catch up with Hal. So they were cool.

Cassandra was a bit later that year, Halloween night. Bruce had lured Hal to the manner, somehow leaving Hal in some room without him where Cass had scared the shit out of him. Bruce had laughed, actually laughed, saying it was payback for the whole Berekhyah Wanye statue situation. Hal conceded that one, he really couldn’t fault Bruce for that one.

Damian was an entirely different situation. The kid had broken his apartment window, waking Hal from his couch-bound slumber. “What the fuck?” Hal blurted out when he saw a heavily-armed, shorter-than-normal, Robin holding a wrapped baby in his arms.

“I’m the Batman’s true son and he’s been turned into an infant. I know you’re involved with my father so I need you to watch him while I and father’s wards find a way to fix this.” Damian shoved the infant that was evidently Bruce into Hal’s arms none-too-gently.

“Well -- I-- what the fuck?” Hal stammered in response, careful to support the neck and head of the cooing Bruce.

Robin sighed, heading back towards the window. “I recommend you clean this glass up, make your hovel a bit more infant-safe.” And like that Damian was gone, Hal not knowing his name at that point.

Hal looked fondly at Bruce’s face, which was somewhere between sleepy and curious. “When you get back to normal, you have so much explaining to do, it’s not even funny.” So did the new Robin because if that kid brought those knives to meet Helena, Hal swore he’d kill him.

#hal jordan #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #stephanie brown #batlantern

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anaboo-thewriter · 5 years

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Get Like

Summary: You meet Dick’s dad for dinner with an unexpected twist

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader

Warning: light smut

A/N: So I’ve been gone for a while, and I might be gone for a little while longer since I’ve started school (again!), but please bear with me. I know I have a lot of WIPs and I haven’t forgotten them, but I’m trying my hardest to finish them. Thank you to all those who stuck with me, and I’ll try to post as often as I can. Thank you!

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Not many things were able to make you nervous; however, meeting your boyfriend’s father was. You’ve heard many stories about Bruce Wayne being a somber guy who was active in your boyfriend’s life and even continues to be. You were dreading the amount of judgment you might face just beyond the doors that stand before you.

“Babe, you’re doing it again,” Dick chuckled.

You hadn’t noticed but you were fiddling with your necklace. Sliding the charm up and down the sterling silver chain frantically that it would only take seconds to break it to pieces. Dick halted your nervous tick by taking your hand in his and pressing a lingering kiss against your knuckle.

“I know you’re feeling a bit anxious to meet my father, Y/N,” he pulled you in closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. “But Bruce is just like all the other rich, stuck up socialites in Gotham: not a humorous bone in his body and full of judgment,” he tried to keep a straight face, but a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“That’s not funny, Dick,” you playfully shoved him once you figured out his joke, making him laugh, “you know I want to make a good impression on your father,”

“I know, I’m sorry,” his laughter subsided, and he pressed a kiss on your forehead, “But you have nothing to worry about. He’s going to love you,”

“How do you know that?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well for starters, you are wearing the very dress that made me fall in love with you on our first date,” Dick pulled you closer into his chest. You could feel his calloused hands brushing against your exposed back. The night was cold, but the chill up your spine wasn’t from the air. “Also, you’re beautiful, smart, charming, and beautiful,”

The old Grayson charm. It was Dick’s signature move to make you calm down and fall for him all over again. His compliment made you forget what you were nervous about and staring into his ocean blue eyes hypnotized you. You smiled and melted into his touch.

“You know you said beautiful twice,” you pointed out. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your lips were inches from each other.

“I was hoping you’d notice,” Dick murmured before pressing his lips against yours.

All the anxiety you felt had vanished. Dick had a way of calming you down. It could be words of comfort or a distraction like a small make out session on the entryway of Wayne Manor. Dick’s hands slithered down from the small of your back to embrace your ass. Your fingers carded through his raven hair. The two of you were keen to close the gap between the two of you.

“If it isn’t the love birds,” an English voice spoke up. Flustered, you pushed Dick away and tried to hide your face from embarrassment. “Master Dick, I do suggest having dinner before dessert,” said who you assumed to be Alfred.

“I know, Alfred,” Dick chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck. It was good to know you weren’t the only one embarrassed. “I got a little ahead of myself. This is my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N,”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alfred,” you smiled, “Dick talks about you all the time,”

“Why the pleasure is all mine, Miss Y/L/N,” Alfred bowed. “It’s not often that we get to meet the woman who has won over Master Dick’s heart. Now come, the rest of the family are so eager to see you.”

He led the two of you through the vast, exquisite manor filled with antique furnishings and extravagant art. Your eyes sparkled in amazement like you were a kid in the candy store. In the living room awaited the rest of the members of the Wayne family. You could feel your palm sweat and shake against Dick’s steady one. Food would be the least of your concerns as your stomach was already full of fluttering butterflies.

“Dick, Y/N,” Bruce Wayne approached the two of you with a welcoming smile. The everything you knew about Bruce came from interviews from magazines and television. His expanding business, his philanthropic work, and his flings with various socialites.

“I’m glad you two could make it. Y/N, it’s about time we put the name to the face. Dick speaks so highly of you, but we’ll discuss that over dinner.” Bruce held his hand out for a shake. It was the perfect firm grip with two pumps before he guided you to the dining room where dinner awaited you.

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Shyness had consumed you. You hadn’t said a word. It was the only thing you could do so you wouldn’t say something wrong or offend anybody. Even when Bruce would ask you questions or Dick would stimulate a conversation you could contribute to, but your responses were nods and two-word answers.

“You doing okay?” Dick leaned over to whisper in your ear.

You tried to pick up what was left of your pasta primavera with your unsteady hand. The glare you gave Dick was menacing.

“Okay, I see your point,” Dick concluded, “How about I help you out a little?”

“Help me out how? I’m crashing and burning here,” you hissed.

His thumb made soothing circles against the side of your knee. Your muscles relaxed, and you sunk into your seat. However, the serenity didn’t last long. Dick’s hand crawled from your knee and nestled on your thigh close to your crotch.

“If you’re good during dessert, then you’ll get a second helping before the night is over,” he proposed. His presence lingered before he drew away with a smirk on his face. You didn’t know if you could eat another bite of anything, but if Dick was offering seconds, you were more than happy to make room.

“You know, we try not to keep secrets in this family,” Bruce cut in.

“Sorry,” Dick’s thumb, with a feather-like touch, grazed against your clothed sex. You bit your lip to stifle any vulgar sound that could possibly escape. “Dick was just telling me about Alfred’s renowned cheesecake that is to die for,” The pressure increased as well as your need to moan.

“Well, I wouldn’t say it was to die for, but it is one of my favorites,” Bruce complimented.

“I don’t know Bruce. What other desserts would top his cheesecake,” Dick contradicted.

“Well, his red velvet cake is pretty damn good,”

Bruce and Dick continued to argue about the various desserts they had during their time in the manor. The constant force from Dick’s thumb released, retreating to the middle of your thigh. Alfred removed your dinner plate of scraps and replaced it with a slice of New York style cheesecake with strawberries on the side.

“I’ll let you be the judge of this, Miss Y/L/N,” Alfred said with a small smile.

The pairing of the cheesecake and the strawberry was a fantastic pairing. The cream cheese was fluffy and light while the strawberries were sweet. A beautiful combination that it was almost comparable to sex. Almost.

“I take it that you like it,” Dick smiled.

“Oh my God!” the pressure to your clit returned with a vengeance. Your exclamation was more of an outburst, and you quickly covered up with a joke. “Alfred, can you come to my apartment and just make desserts?”

“How about I send a doggy bag?” Alfred joked.

“That’s more than I ever got,” Dick pouted.

“Not so fast there. She needs to try the red velvet cake,” Bruce insisted. Before he could make a request for more desserts, the subtle sound of a beeper distracted him. He rose from his spot at the head of the table. “I guess we’ll have to finish this debate until tomorrow. The office called in, some problem at Wanye Tech they can’t seem to handle for themselves. It was a pleasure meeting you Y/N, I hope you enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you, Bruce,” you yelped. An awkward smile emerged on your face as Bruce gave you a puzzled look. Dick snickered next to you. He was going to be in for it tonight.

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“You’re kind of the worst, you know that, right?”

Dick wrapped his arms around your waist, the foundation for his Grayson charm. “Am I really?” he teased with a grin.

“Yeah, you are,” your irritated façade was slowly cracking. You couldn’t resist that smile, “You made me embarrass myself,”

“That’s not what I saw. I saw my girlfriend show off her personality with a little enticing reward,”

Dick was right. You were more relaxed when you had a goal and your personality shined. You were able to make Bruce and Alfred laugh at your antics. It gave you hope for the next day to be even better and more productive in getting to know the family better.

“Just so you know,” you smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck. You closed the gap between the two of you and dug your hips into his. Crotch to crotch. His hardon was evident by the touch. You weren’t the only one turned on by tonight. “You are the only one that I get like this for,”

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kurojiri · 4 years

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It’s a cycle

Fandom: Batman Gen: Jason Tood & Alfred Pennyworth Summary: The freshly cut flowers from the garden were placed into a vase was all Jason needed to know that few things could only do so much to brighten the world, let alone the occupants of Wayne Manor. But Alfred at least had been trying his best. Square Fill: Poison A/N: @batfambingo2019 Word Count: 636 Or read on ao3

Obviously, Jason had to wonder if spring would ever truly thaw the coldness that the manor held; a few years from living inside it, made all the walls soak up any sunlight that dared to penetrate it. But none of their attempts could shed off any of the redments of the coldness that stayed consistent for the occupants living inside it.

It had been a detail that he noticed. No matter how hard Alfred did something to push back it, the manor's ghost were stronger. Resting peacefully, like graveyards were known for. The Wayne Manor was in many ways a trip where memories loved to haunt any person that came inside. Bruce had been a man that lived in the past just as much as he did in the future. Always walking with a tempo that shadows used in templates that took Jason a few weeks into training to mimic when he first started out as Robin.

He had been cautious about it. Humming when he could while designing himself into a corner where he could watch it all unfold. Funny how living in the streets of Gotham had been kind in that regard when he wanted to know how becoming a ward of Bruce and then taking the mantle of Robin did to a person. Grayson had been the first experiment. While Jason? He became a tradition for the future.

Back then, he had not known of the repercussions of his actions nor of Grayson’s.

All he knew was that Alfred did his best to cheer up the manor. He cleaned it, polished it and filled it with cheerful colors like the flowers from the gardens when Bruce allowed it. Not that it had cured anyone about the dreary atmosphere the manor had. Gotham wasn’t known for that kind of happy vibes for long, there would always be something cracked, a foundation would crumple like when a mirror shattered.

The pieces would scatter onto the floor and the reflection would just showcase how nothing had been okay in the first place as glass has always been a fragile material. The sharp edges too would cut any flesh or other material that it would touch. And Jason could understand that. Could sympathize with how the world worked to some extent. However, that did not mean that he would remain passive with the notion. He hadn’t been raised to live like that.

Alfred had been a smart guy to realize that when he stalked the hallways and sometimes used his afternoons after training to spend time with him. He would help too when Alfred would pass him a duster or a rag. The manor’s walls would be suffocating but, when he had company...when Jason knew that Alfred was there he could catch his breath.

When he accepted his fate as Robin and the second ward of Bruce Wayne, Jason had to some extent known that the path he chose wouldn’t ever give him easy choices.

And when the poison finally touched his limbs, and when he could sense them working against him, he recalled the flowers Alfred would cut from the garden. Simple roses, freesias, solidagos and any other that had been freely growing in multiples. It had been a strange occurrence, of being enthralled with a garden he never actively wandered into but had appreciated anyways when his thoughts darken. As if, those flowers had tried to lag the extension of what the manor did to a person.

(Of what it did when their names were attached to the tragedy of Bruce Wanye and Batman.)

He would always be grateful though, that they had Alfred there. Because he didn’t know if they could have survived at all without his wit, sensibilities and heart. After all, the Wanye manor had been dreary enough without his influence.

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hexedknight · 5 years

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BRUCE HAS BEEN IN LOVE TWICE. once with tommy and now with selina. the latter is true , the former is haunted. he has an ease with selina, and a place to heal in humor and saftey. it is growing old and understanding. its heartfelt and pure. with tommy its all anger and brutality. its a game of stealing and uprooting. of abuse and greed. tommy wanted the life bruce had, and the fact the wanye's saved his mother over him made him a lunatic trying strip down bruce. whereas selina and him were a clever and funny adversaries that started with nicknames and a tug and pull. and he loves selina with everything but first loves can be viruses and that is how tommy behaves in him.

#`003. a man hollowed by guilt ; allows for the world to eat him whole ' inner workings

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 28 days

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蝙谜Fourth Wall / 第四面墙

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QMdv8Cw by warispeace 爱德华清楚地知道自己处在一篇同人文中。还是——和那个该死一万遍的布鲁斯韦恩的同人文！他必须知道这篇同人文的作者是谁。然后要挟他，杀掉他，由此获得自由。 Edward knows that he's inside a fanfiction. Even worse, a fanfiction with Bruce fucking Wanye. He has to deduce who the author is. Then blackmail him, and kill him, and thus set himself free. Words: 1500, Chapters: 1/1, Language: 中文-普通话國語 Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Batman (Movie 2022), Batman (Movies 1989-1997) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Edward Nygma, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Edward Nygma/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Romantic Comedy, Edward Nygma is the Riddler, Metafiction, Psychological Horror, but very funny, Very Secret Diary, Fanfiction of Fanfiction, riddlebat - Freeform, Pygmalion Effect, Light Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Time Loop, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Edward writing Riddlebat Fanfiction, but the Edward inside his fanfiction is not happy about it at all read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QMdv8Cw

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mrspanky · 3 years

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Headcannons About The Chaos That Ensues During Nighttime At Wayne Manor:

Does Alfred even sleep??

“Damnit it’s so DARK IN HERE ALL THE TIME”.

Countless windows are used as doors instead of the actual entryway because it’s just literally easier.

If for some bizarre reason you’re on a regular 9:00pm-7:00am sleep schedule it’s almost impossible because someone is always either loudly suiting up, or revving the bat mobile’s engine getting ready for a night out on patrol right when you’re trying to peacefully drift off.

“Oh SHIT I thought you were Dick, Jason. Wait when did you get here? Where’s Dick? Did he go ALL THE WAY BACK TO HIS APARTMENT?? How long have you been staying here??!”

If you wake up early enough in the morning you’ll probably slam into a disgruntled crime fighter who’s just coming home to go to bed, completely delirious from a night out beating people up/getting beat up.

There’s been countless occasions of the entire house actually being asleep and then the one family member who was NOT and was actually out fighting by themselves came in a random entrance practically dying of an injury and woke everyone up.

“Fuck, that was NOT my toothbrush”.

If you wake up in the middle of the night you’ll probably get startled by a random batfam member up too late studying a case in the most bizarre places in the house.

“Family nights” are confusing. “Are we hanging out to watch John Wick or are we hanging out to stop a bomb threat deep in the city?”

Nobody knows who’s staying the night anymore.

More than once, two batboys have both tried to enter the same room through separate windows, thought the other person was an intruder, and got into a full on brawl that kept going even once everyone realized who everyone was because at that point everyone was angry.

Multiple batfam members unintentionally end up in the kitchen together for pre/post crime fighting snacks all the time.

One time Jason was sleeping and he woke up in the middle of the night to Tim taking a blood sample from him for reasons he wouldn’t disclose.

“We have a security camera THERE too?? I’m just trying to get in so I can SLEEP”. “Why does it matter if he catches us?! He’s the world’s greatest detective he’s gonna find out you busted the east wing backdoor”. “Yeah, but I don’t want him to know it was DEFINITELY me who did it”. “Why can’t we just use the front door?!” “Because THIS IS CLOSER”.

There’s random and very loud bat alerts that go off in the middle of the night all over the house. “WHAT IS THIS ONE EVEN FOR??! This is a TOILET”.

Stephanie likes to bake at ungodly late hours. “...man what a rough nigh-SHIT! Stephanie what are you doing??” “Do you want a muffin”.

Damian takes batcow on unauthorized walks through the corridors and wakes people up with its hooves clopping on the marble floors way too often.

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