#dc comics imagine
* i need that fire just to know that i'm awake / until we go down
( Jason todd/red hood x f!reader )
♫ “UNTIL WE GO DOWN” RUELLE
≈ teach me how to look at you: #01. #02. #03. #04.
A/N: Jason Todd/Red Hood Imagine. It's Part 4. Thank you so much for reading this series. It is really motivating. I have some notes/ideas. Feedback and comments are always appreciated. Thank you!! 🖤 [Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, some language, some angst, drops of fluff]
“So what are you in for?” Jason made himself comfortable on the bench in the cell, leaning against the bars. He stretched out his legs and crossed his ankles, then tilted his head at you looking like he was waiting for an answer.
“Confrontation with a customer. She was a spiteful lady, so I told her,” you shrugged. “Why are you here?” You crossed your arms keeping your distance, making sure there was a significant amount of space between you two in the holding cell. The officers busied themselves in the offices, answering phones and scribbling down in their notebooks.
“I punched an officer,” he wrinkled up his nose and then shrugged. “Apparently that is a big deal in this city. Who knew?” He let out a tired laugh, then looked around the precinct. He got to his feet and went to stand opposite of you closing that gap you created. He rested his shoulder against the bars. “I fucked up. I did. I can admit that. A lot happened when I became a Wayne - I guess that is a nice way to put it. I was enrolled in this academy, going to many events, and I, myself, picked up some new hobbies as well.” He grinned meekly at you, he glanced down at your hand reaching forward to take your hand. You moved it behind your back.
“We’re really going to reconcile in a jail cell?” You arched an eyebrow as you shook your head feeling a little grin grow across your lips. Too much was going through your head to concentrate on this one thing. There were too many thoughts invading your mind. The biggest one was your new assignment. Now, you were in a cell with Jason and he was trying to have a heart-to-heart.
“Yes. If this is what it takes to talk to you, then I guess we’ll have to do it this way,” he didn’t tear his gaze away from you. You pressed your forehead against the bars, closed your eyes. You started to ask yourself would it be so bad to just talk to him. Maybe you could forgive and forget. You didn’t necessarily have to rekindle any relationship, only close a chapter.
“I’m happy you had a good life, Jason. I’m happy Bruce Wayne took you in, he plucked you out of a really shitty situation. I just wish you weren’t plucked out from everything. I needed someone,” you confessed, averting your eyes toward him. “I missed you. I did. But I figured I just didn’t fit into your new life anymore, so I stopped trying. Maybe I still don’t. Good luck with everything. We’re going in different directions. Right?”
Jason opened his mouth to say something but Commissioner James Gordon walked over to unlock the cell. He swung open the gate and looked at Jason. “You’re free to go, Mr. Todd.” Jason glanced to where Gordon was gesturing to and he saw Alfred waiting near the entrance of the precinct. Jason nodded, then glanced back at you.
“I would really like to tell you more and hear more,” Jason started to say but you held up your hand.
“I think we should just stay in the past. People outgrow each other. We outgrew.” You shrugged as you spoke softly, swallowing any more words. He furrowed his eyebrows and appeared to open his mouth to say more. You dropped your hand and turned toward Gordon.
“You can go wait in my office. I need you to answer a few questions about the incident at the hotel,” he instructed you while you took a large step out of the cell.
“The lady was very disrespectful! I was only defending myself. Not my fault she can’t take a joke,” you smiled sweetly at Gordon as you stepped toward the office.
Then, Jason moved forward and exhaled dropping his shoulders as he walked toward Alfred. He turned to Gordon. “I’m sorry I punched your face, commissioner. No hard feelings?”
“Goodbye, Jason.” the commissioner closed the cell and walked toward the office.
“Good to see you staying out of trouble, Master Jason,” Alfred spoke flatly as he headed to the exit. Jason followed reluctantly, keeping his head down.
“You think you could help me with something, Alfred?”
“Of course. But I think Master Bruce would like to talk to you first though.”
The following day at work started uneventfully, you were actually working alone. So, that was a nice change of pace for you. It meant you had some quiet. Jason was still weighing on you and what you told him. Were the words too harsh, maybe, but they were probably necessary. You didn’t see how you could fit into his life. Maybe just knowing he was okay was enough for you. The last thing you wanted was to fuck things up for him.
Ding. Your phone went off, the sound made you jump a little bringing you back. You unlocked your phone and saw the red dot on the app. After taking a deep breath, you opened it and saw a message from him.
Him: Don’t wait too long. Lookup….Now.
You bit down on your lip, hesitating for a moment before glancing up from the desk to peer out the entrance windows. It wasn’t him standing there, which sent a sense of relief through you. It was only a red balloon being held by a little boy. The kid was wearing a red mask.
You moved from around the counter, cautiously stepping forward. The boy reached up to pop the balloon. Red paint splattered over him and onto the window outside the hotel. You heard a few gasps from pedestrians outside and in the lobby. You stepped backward and watched the people.
Him: Tick tock.
You exited the app and flipped your phone so it was facing down. You saw the kid turn around and start to run away, mixing up in the large crowd.
You needed some intel about where Red Hood would be, more about him. You knew where to start - The Merc.
After you finished your shift, you didn’t waste any time and traveled to your destination. You weren’t a frequent visitor of the questionable weaponry business, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t get some of your finest daggers there.
You walked inside and glanced around until you spotted your friend restocking some shelves. You strolled over to her and knocked on the shelf she was working on. “Hey, Nancy!” You smiled wide at her.
“Hey, you. It’s been a while,” she laughed softly as she picked up her purple hair into a ponytail, then finished putting the boxes onto the shelves. “What can I help ya with?”
“I don’t need anything in particular,” you started to say as you walk your fingers across the shelf. “It’s more like intel on someone.” You glanced at her and gave her a half-smile.
“Oh,” Nancy pursed her lips, then pulled the cart down the aisle as she walked toward the back of the warehouse. “What kind of intel? Who?” She grabbed the empty boxes from the endcaps and started to break them down.
“Red Hood. Heard of him?” You joked. Nancy snorted a laugh and shook her head, exhaling loudly. “Where can I find him?”
“You don’t find him, he finds you, babe,” Nancy raised her eyebrows at you.
“He isn’t Batman, Nan. He’s - he’s just a dude with guns. I just need some breadcrumbs. I figured people speak, loudly, and you might have heard something?” You took an empty box and helped your friend adding to the small pile she had been building.
“Maybe.” You noticed your friend push her lips to the side of her mouth, then sighed. “There’s an old apartment building down on Fare. I know dealers tend to gather there. Well,” she tilted her head at you and shrugged. “That might be his thing, ya know. He takes down the dealers in this place that kindly sell to the kids.” She started to raise her eyebrows while she dropped the flattened box.
You started to nod, picturing the location she was talking about, and placed the flattened box onto her pile. “Okay. I know where that is. How often do they meet?”
“Why are you wondering about him, sweets? Do you owe him something?” Your friend reached for your arms to stop you from folding up another box. “He shoots first, asks questions never. You need to be careful with this one.” You glanced up at her and grinned coolly. There was no way you could be completely honest. You had to think promptly and believable.
“I think he might know something about my parents,” you lied, but it sounded legit the moment you saw your friend frown at you. It wasn’t much of a mystery to you what happened, but to others it was. You didn’t share a lot of that part. How could you bring up your dad was part of a league of killers?
“Oh. I see.” She nodded briefly and let go of your arms. “I’ve heard something about a big deal going down soon. The women were in here the other day buying up some ammo and grenades. They were saying in case the deal didn’t play out in their favor. I’m certain he’ll be there.” She dropped the last of the boxes and smiled warmly at you.
“Great! Thank you, Nancy. I owe you big time,” you wagged your finger at her and gave her a two-finger salute. She let out a chuckle while shaking her head, rolling her eyes.
“I won’t hold my breath. Feel free to look around though! Business is always appreciated.” She winked at you and then wheeled the cart to the back room. You turned on your heels and strolled down the aisle, pretending to shop and picking up random things.
You had a location, now it was executing the plan.
Red Hood jumped from one roof to another, his gear was heavy but he was still moving swiftly. It didn’t appear anything was weighing him down. He didn’t stumble when he landed on the targeted roof. You watched him from the building across. You stayed near the edge, crouching down and observing the scene unfolding in front of you. You were grateful for Nancy’s intel and the few extra weapons she casually left for you at your place. Some time had passed from when you received the specialized assignment, so you took that time to prepare.
You moved quietly down the building and made your way across the street getting closer to the abandoned building. The sounds of men and women standing near the building could be heard. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but it didn’t matter. You weren’t there for the dealers.
You maneuvered toward the fire escape and quietly climbed your way up. Red Hood was crouched at the edge of the building peering down at the party. You slipped up some material to cover up a part of your face, flipped the hood on your jacket, and zipped it up before stepping foot onto the roof. You took a deep breath and reached to unsheathe the first dagger.
Red Hood started getting to his feet and you saw his fingers reach for his pistol to unholster it. You took a few steps closer while you readied the knife in your hand. Sucking in a breath, feeling your heart pound, you aimed the weapon and let it go. It found its way to lodge into his bicep. He was taken aback, you could hear him mutter something, and turned quickly to be staring at you. He didn’t turn his head away while he yanked the knife out and tossed it aside. It appeared it didn’t even hurt.
You shrugged at him and took off across the roof, knowing he would follow. You were correct, he did. You made a turn around the water tower and listened for his footsteps. He was fast and caught up to you.
He had a blade of his own, you took out two more and jumped back when he swung. You used your own to cut his arm again. One of the blades made contact with his forearm, you swiftly sliced him. He responded with a cut of his own to your shoulder and elbow. You jumped back. You kicked his side and tried to get in another cut, but were unsuccessful.
His hand reached forward, grabbed your arm, and twisted it. You clenched your jaw to keep from screaming in pain, your face scrunched up. You rammed your boot heel into his ankle and then used your bloody elbow to hit his chest. He loosened his grip on you while he stepped back, you nearly fell with him but caught yourself.
Red Hood grunted in frustration and threw his blade at you. You sprang to the side and heard the clattering noise against the cement. You scrambled to kick it far, feeling breathless. You rushed forward, ducked down, and dug one of your knives into his thigh, twisting it in the flesh. He groaned and moved his gloved hands to grab you.
You drew out your knife quickly, hurrying away, and made the mistake of turning. You felt something hit you in the back causing you to fall onto your stomach. Then, you were flipped onto your back, Red Hood held you down by the throat.
“Who sent you? What the fuck do you want?” He huffed barely loosening his grip.
You didn’t respond, you could barely breathe. You struggled and wriggled as you gripped his wrist. You used your free hand to pound on his injured thigh and then collided your fist against the side of his helmet. He lost his balance for a brief moment, just enough time so you could roll away from him. You scrambled to your feet. You glanced down and noticed his pistol was on the ground. You slid on your knees and reached for it.
Red Hood noticed and aimed a red batarang into your shoulder. It stuck. You bit your cheek and glimpsed at your shoulder to see blood streaming down your jacket. You exhaled tensely, your heart was beating hard against your chest. You pulled out the small weapon from your shoulder and dropped it.
He cocked the pistol and pointed it in your direction. “Who sent you?”
You felt your pulse begin to race, you stared at him and noticed some hesitation. Why didn’t he pull the trigger?
You took a deep breath while you stared into the barrel. Your gaze locked on his helmet. You clenched your jaw. You weren’t going to give up. You kicked out your leg to hit his knee, then hit the weak spot on his thigh again. You struck the pistol out of his hand, cutting his wrist, and quickly stepped up to him. You touched your blade underneath his mask, you felt him breathing hard.
You tightened your grip telling yourself just one slice. Those seconds cost you. You felt something whack your rib cage twice. You groaned and turned the blade toward the new assailant. You stared at Red Robin. He used his staff to smack your back, resulting in stumbling.
Before they could hold you, you forced yourself to move fast, grabbing any of your weapons you saw, and leaped to the next building falling to your knees when you landed. You mustered up the strength to get to your feet, then continued moving.
Robin was about to go after you until Red Hood grabbed his shoulder, yanking him back.
“What? They tried to like kill you…” Robin spoke harshly.
“She hesitated.” Red Hood muttered. He watched you until you couldn’t be seen.
“You hesitated! I don't condone killing, but you could have just knocked her out. You had the upper hand.”
“It didn’t feel right. I don’t know. Shut up!” He picked up his pistol and rolled his shoulders. He went to the edge but the people were gone. He turned his head to see a discarded knife that wasn’t his. He picked it up and glanced over at his brother. “I need your help.”
“Oh? Again? I’m glad you asked this time,” he shrugged and grinned. “And by the way - no thank you for saving you?”
“You’re so fucking damn annoying.” Red Hood didn’t wait for him to follow, he leaped from the building and climbed his way to the street.
It was a challenge, but you made it to your apartment prying open the window from the fire escape. You tried your best to quietly step inside but failed atrociously. You tripped over the standing lamp and a pile of books you left by the window. You fell forward onto your knees, holding yourself up with your palms pressed into the wooden flooring. “Damn it,” you muttered annoyed, and managed to sit back on your ass.
You peeled off your gloves and tossed them aside, you unzipped your jacket and tugged it off roughly. You tightened your jaw to keep from crying in any pain. After checking the damage to your jacket, you got to your feet and went to the bathroom. You flicked on the light and observed the damage to your body. Your shoulder was cut deep, you had other superficial cuts on your arms.
Then, you lifted your shirt and checked your side. There was no sign of bruising, but when you touched it a shock of pain shot through you. You slammed your fist down on the vanity, gripping the sides. You had to be better prepared, you had to step up if you were going to deliver. “Why didn’t you just do it,” you groused to yourself and shut your eyes tightly.
All you had to do was move your hand quickly across the flesh. It would have been over. You hesitated and hated yourself for it. After throwing yourself a pity party, you showered and bandaged yourself up.
You grabbed some fresh clothes, tugging on some sweatpants and your favorite hoodie, then headed to the kitchen and opened the fridge welcoming the coolness. There was something off in your apartment even though you were certain you were alone. You closed the fridge door and you could hear soft music beginning to play from your stereo.
People are strange when you're a stranger / Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted / Streets are uneven when you're down
“What the…,” you muttered and made your way to the living room, that’s when you saw the figure casually lounging on your couch.
“Do you want to talk about it? What happened, dollface?” His voice cracked, he swung his legs over the arm of the couch to slam on the floor. You flicked on the nearby lamp, took a small step back when you met his stare. Jeremiah tucked his fist underneath his chin, raising his eyebrows as if he was waiting for an answer. Then, he broke out into a big ugly smile and laughed. “I’m only kidding! You had a bad day. I get it! It happens to the best of us.” He leaped to his feet, paced back and forth.
“I-,” you started to say, but Jeremiah dashed over to you to cover your mouth, slamming you against the wall. He clicked his tongue, started shaking his head violently. Then, he stopped and smiled wickedly at you.
“Shh. It’s okay. Just don’t slip up again! Easy peasy, lemon squeezy! Right?” He squeezed your cheeks, tapped your nose. He moved his hand to your shoulder, titled his head, and applied pressure to your wound. You whined in pain and scrunched up your face in response.
Jeremiah started to smirk at your reaction as if he was loving it. Then he let you go, moving backward. “Testing you, lovely. Don’t let me down. Otherwise, I’ll just have to kill you!” He shrugged casually and started to laugh maniacally.
His smile wasn’t funny anymore, it was laced with darkness. “I’m kidding! I’ll let him do it. He will. Shoot first, ask questions never, right?” He exhaled loudly and then went to the window, smashed the glass with his elbow, and lifted it open. He took a step out. “You might want to fix this. Anyone can get in here!” And with his last remark, he was gone.
You exhaled as if you were holding your breath, touched your shoulder, and shut your eyes. The scream you had been holding in finally burst through. You kicked over the coffee table and rubbed your face roughly. “Fuck!”
You had taken a few days off work to fully recover and stayed in your apartment. No one had seen you during the day, only the repair people who had stopped by to fix the broken window. You decided to go out at night to refresh your training. There were a few scattered secluded areas in the city that would allow some privacy. You told yourself you couldn’t fail again, not again. You had to succeed so you could get the hell out of Gotham. The thought of maybe you should switch your target. It was extremely tempting.
It was too early for visitors when you heard a knock at your door. You dropped the spoon into the bowl of cereal and carefully walked toward it. You looked through the peephole to see an elder man standing outside your door. You unlocked it, opened it cautiously, and looked up at the man with an unsure expression. “Hi?”
“Hello, Miss [Y/N]. My name is Alfred Pennyworth. I am here on behalf of Master Jason. He wanted to extend an invitation for tonight’s function.” Alfred gave you an envelope with the “W” stamp.
“Umm…okay?” You arched an eyebrow as you took it from Alfred. “Why would he want that?” You looked it over, then started to shake your head. “I think he just - yeah. No. I don’t think I can go.” You handed it back to Alfred, but he refused to take it.
“It would mean a lot to him if you stopped by. Please do consider it. He could use his best friend.” Alfred nodded once and turned around before you could say anything again. You took a step out to the hallway to watch the man walk to the stairs. You huffed and then shut the door behind you as you made your back inside.
You opened the envelope and out fell the invitation to a Wayne function. Followed by a piece of bubblegum. You raised your eyebrows as you picked up the piece of candy, letting it sit in your palm, and sighed.
“Do you have gum?” Jason asked you after you all played on the swings during recess. The boy had dirt in his hair and all over his clothes, he attempted to dust it off. Jason would use every muscle he had to push himself higher, then launched himself. He would often land face-first into the dirt, but would still consider that a win.
“I only have one piece. We can share it,” you held up the piece of bubblegum.
“Cool!” Jason smiled while he watched you break the piece in half. You took one piece, he took the other. “This is really terrible gum,” he commented as he chewed.
“I know. But it’s gum!” You shrugged and gave him a toothy smile. He looked at you, then you both broke out into a fit of laughter. Even though it was terrible gum, you two continued to chew it happily. Jason reached for your hand, held it, as you two walked back to the classroom.
“We’re best friends, right?” Jason asked while he blew a bubble. You watched him and giggled when it popped and stuck to his face.
“Duh.” You blew your own bubble and turned away when he tried to pop it.
“Damn you, Jason Todd.”
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Was a bit busy yesterday so here's a #SupermanDay piece
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Headcanons for going to Pride with Dawn Granger
Dawn Granger x lesbian!reader
a/n: ive actually only went to pride once and i was in the actual parade and this parade was not in june??? bare with me babes
prompt: @sheimagineddragons: “Hi, I would like to request headcanons for the reader, who is a lesbian going to pride with Dawn Granger (Titans), please. 🌈 Thank you!”
first of all, you guys definitely got dressed up all fun and stuff
she surprised you with a lesbian flag!! you both wore your flags like capes
“i’d totally replace the cape on my suit with this for pride month” -you
“as much as i’d like to see that, i don’t think it’d survive very long. don’t forget how many capes you go through in a month” -dawn
“okay, fair point” -you
you guys met donna, kory, and rachel at the parade and all took pictures together before it started
(there’s a picture of you and dawn being picked up bu donna all on her own. some crowd members were very impressed)
“so what do you do for a living?” -random person to donna
“i’m a photographer” -donna
noticing that dawn had the biggest smile on her face
and giving her tons of kisses because her being happy made you so happy
singing along to music playing as parade floats cruised by
“i love you, dawn” -you
“i had no idea” -dawn *n then a smooch*
noticing you were kind of covered in glitter??
getting rainbow flags handed to you by strangers
“i think we should get one for jason” -dawn
admiring how pretty the other looked
like, a lot
like staring at each other for a while
you got so distracted you almost knocked into another pride-goer
“you’re so pretty, y/n” -dawn
“uh…um…no. you are” -you
“i love youuu” -dawn
“i love you tooooo” -you
definitely getting frozen yogurt after that parade was over because it was hot as hell outside
and begging the other gals to meet up
“did you guys have fun on your pride date?” -kory
“oh, you have no idea” -you
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All of the teenage mutant ninja turtles are trans masc
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Character: Jason Todd
These are literally the first words that came into my mind
Jason Todd + Jump
The phrase had gone “If you’re feelin’ froggy, then jump”, and Jason had only heard it one time from some old movie that he didn’t care to remember but he certainly remembered that phrase. He then proceeded to use it—relentlessly—in front of Bruce and Dick and Alfred when he was a kid. It was hilarious, but it also got his point across that he meant business with his old man. Of course, when he came back after everything, he wasn’t inclined to happiness or joy or laughing, even when he and Bruce had made up. Until one night, when he and Bruce were back-to-back and he’d asked Jason, “Think we can handle this?”. To which the boy merely smirked that smirk Bruce hadn’t seen in years and quipped, “Well, B, if you’re feelin’ froggy, then jump.”. And he’d never heard his old man laugh that hard in his entire life.
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Batman + Crowbar
It’s back there somewhere, shoved up underneath a few boxes, hidden, out of sight, but never out of mind. He thinks about it every time he sees his son’s face. Rather it’s when he sees the two identical scars drawn across his left temple from where the claw of the nail slot bit into his skin, peeling it back and indenting the bone, leaving behind its lasting imprint, its memory, its hatred. It’s not the only scar his son bears from the cruelty—he’s got a few across his back where the blunt end was used to impale him with. He’s got another from where the devil had pried his son’s protective frontal chest plate away and beat his sternum in. Batman shoved the weighted metal far away, into hiding so no one would ever find it and remind him of his greatest failure—and it was never his son, like the boy’s so keen on believing he is. But instead, the crowbar and the reminder that he failed to save his boy.
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That’s an interesting idea. Can you write something with Roy Harper and red?
Roy Harper + Red
Red’s never been the color of his choosing, rather it was a color chosen for him. He remembers waking up with Big Bow’s blood on his hands, blood on the red bow that was gripped tightly in his fist—he did this, all this red, all this crimson, it’s his—his fate. He took that red, as bright as his hair, and made it his own though, forced himself to appear greater than his doubts, his addictions, his internal struggles. He can tell that his friends know that red is his color, his soul, his life—it always has been and it always will be. Then he meets someone who brandishes red like the knife of his choosing, using it like it was a part of him—the lifeline between freedom and captivity, failure and success, life and death. Finally, Roy begins to see that red, in all its damnation, has forgiveness, has hope, has life. And while Red has never been the color of his choosing because it had always been chosen for him—he was choosing it now, for himself.
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Batfam with Blue Lantern S/O HC (Request)
Requests are coming out slower than usual since I’ve had a ton to do and just have had to prioritize and get my schedule together. Thank you for your patience and have a great day!
I think Dick would go the best with a Blue Lantern
So when you meet it’s at a league party that Hal dragged you to since apparently you need to get out more
You’re literally always out saving things and people but that’s not what he meant
There’s not really anyone your age since everyone there are established adults
You already know some of the Batfam and so your first instinct is to hang out with them
A new one was there and that was Nightwing
You guys start dating after a while and the rest is history (cliche line ik)
Dick really liked Green Lantern as a kid and thought that the entire things was really cool but he’d never met a blue lantern before so be prepared to answer questions and show off for the guy
The two of you are entirely compatible because of your personalities
In order to have the ring, the wielded must have a beyond average standard and foundation of hope
This doesn’t mean that you blindly walk into things “hoping” it’ll turn out well, it’s just that you’re always finding the better outcome for the endgame and working for that whether it be in alternative plans or doing whatever you can to forward something
Dick always does this and it helps to have the support from him and then from you for him
The idea of Jason being paired with a blue lantern is interesting
Honestly I’m pretty sure that Jason is more of a “hopeless” guy
Like he’s going to try the hardest to do whatever is possible to help
But like he’s been through a lot so that doesn’t help
When you met he probably thought that the lantern thing was cool but like
What does the entire hope thing entail
Once he figures it out it clicks and he thinks that you’re really cool
You’re also really good to talk to
There’s no negative vibes in that apartment
You’re always sure to talk him through things and he’ll do the same for you because he knows what happens when you lose hope for too long
Basically the mental health buddy of the century
He knows all about the lanterns
It’s really really common for him to know about that kind of thing and once he meets you basically fan girls
Blue lanterns are so rare that it’s just something he wasn’t prepared for
Even better when you struck up conversation with him
And he found out that you’re really smart and funny
Being a Blue Lantern you’ve been many places and seen many things that he wants to ask about
he’s like Dick and asks lots of questions
What’s the difference between your ring and this this and this
Can’t you also technically be a Green Lantern
That kind of thing
Tim is the kind of person that will not give up on something
You admire that a lot
When Bruce goes missing, you and Kon are the only ones that believe him and let him talk about this
He’s just grateful that you’re there for him and understand his perspective
Damian really doesn’t understand what the whole Blue lantern thing entails
he just thinks that you’re some naive lantern that only has their ring to spread cheer
That’s not it at all
Pretty sure that he doesn’t truly understand the ring until he sees it in dramatic action
he doesn’t really understand you until he sees you in action under dramatic circumstances
When he finally grasps the depth of this, he’s basically enchanted
Tries to dig up all the information about it and wants to understand before you date
He’ll admire your strength for afar and simp
You always make sure that he’s alright
He just really appreciates you and always wants the best
He knows that it gets hard to do what you do especially with the darkness that surrounds but you always seem to make it through
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I just think it'd be funny if they did a comic where the Batfamily went to Pride and people are like "Oh!! That's awesome that you support the LGBTQ+ community!!" And Nightwing just looks around the entire fucking family, and then turns back like, "I'm sorry, but what did we do to convince any of you that any of us were cishet, so we can never do it again??"
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Totally terrible Batfam Headcanons
I’m Hispanic and I wanna Project TM
No, I don’t take criticism. Here we go.
JASON IS HISPANIC: Ok I know a lot of people hate this head canon but Jason grew up in a very similar way as my dad so it feels right to me. He’s Puerto Rican. That’s what I decided. (Jason would love In The Heights)
DUKE SPEAKS SPANISH: He’s not Hispanic BUT he lived in Inner Gotham for like a hot second and he’s friends with some Hispanic characters so yes. He speaks Spanish.
STEPH IS MIXED: I SEE A LOT OF PEOPLE DRAW STEPH’S HAIR REALLY CURLY LIKE MINE IS SO I’ve decided she’s at least half Hispanic. Maybe like Colombian. Ya feel me?
The only Spanish words Tim knows is this one really dumb joke that goes “Cómo se dice ‘un zapato’ en inglés?” “A shoe.” “Bless you.”
Ok that’s all from me today.
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Would anyone be interested on being added to a tag list for future fics?
If anyone does, you can comment this post and I'll add you!
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The Forgotten Children Chapter 3
“Okay I get why you need to be here, but why did I have to come tonight?” Leigh Ann asks. She is tugging at the collar of her turtleneck like it is too tight or is uncomfortable. It’s a dark red sleeveless, turtleneck top, with built-in armor and has gold accents. It’s paired with a gladiator skirt, boots, and forearm guards. It’s a good thing we don’t have to worry about her getting cold.
I roll my eyes at the radiant girl. She’s been messing with her outfit since she put it on. That’s what she gets for wearing her new suit for the first time in the field.
“You’re here as backup so no one tries anything. Also, stop messing with that, you’re gonna stretch it out,” I say.
She groans, throwing her arm dramatically on the ground, “Do you honestly think anyone will show?”
I shrug, “It’s Gotham.”
She snorts, but nods. This causes her long brown hair to fall into her face. To anyone else, it would cause her features to be lost in a shadow, but for me, I can easily see the grin on her lips, and the fire in her dark brown eyes. Leigh Ann has always been easy to read if you can see her eyes. The light within them is currently dancing like flames in a bonfire, playful.
“Whatcha lookin at?” she asks me, pulling her hair up into a slick high ponytail.
“Just you,” I say. I know she won’t take it the wrong way. We’ve known each other too long for that to happen.
She shakes her head at me, “I love you but you’re a psychoanalyzing dork.”
She isn’t wrong, so I can’t really say anything. We sit in silence for a while, I’m just enjoying the warmth of her company. When I hear something from in the distance. It was footsteps, lots of them. “We’ve got company,” I warn her, standing up and moving into position.
I watch as she climbs off the roof of one of our warehouses by the sea pier in the Amusement Mile. She may not be as fluid as Kat, but she knows what she’s doing. By the time Penguin’s thugs show up, she’s waiting for them and I’m hidden in the shadows.
The Penguin not long ago was injured badly by the Red Hood, and ever since then, his gang has been wreaking havoc on everyone. They have no boss giving them orders, so they’ve turned into essentially a gang of anarchists. The main problem with that is they seem to think that we’re low enough on the totem pole to be a victim of their riots.
When they see Leigh Ann or as they know her, The Devil’s Flame, I see mixed reactions throughout the group. Some of them are scared, some notice that she’s by herself and gets excited, and some are angry. Ignatius Ogilvy steps to the front, he’s Penguin’s right hand within the gang.
He’s a white man with blonde hair. He’s dressed well for a guy who’s supposedly going to get his hands dirty. Honestly, I believe that he’s the boss who sits there and does nothing while his underlings do all the work. It’s going to get him killed one of these days.
I cock my head to focus my hearing on his heartbeat. It’s elevated. I can smell the fear rolling off of him. He’s nervous around Leigh Ann. Good, he should be.
She stands her ground. Her body is open and in a relaxed stance, but one she could quickly fight in. To be fair though, she doesn’t really have to move much to hurt people.
“This warehouse is under the protection of the Second Borns, you need to leave,” Leigh Ann says. She is looking Ignatius dead in the eye, waiting for his move.
I hear his heart rate spike as he debates what he is going to do. He lifts both hands in the air in the classic “I surrender” pose, but then he tilts his head, dropping his hands and shrugs. “It’s dangerous for a beautiful lady like yourself to be all alone in Gotham at night,” he says.
“I can handle myself just fine,” she says.
“We’ll see about that,” he says, before pointing a finger at her, yelling, “Get her!” Then I watch as all of his men storm at Leigh Ann or should I call her the Devil’s Flame because that’s who she truly is in moments like this. She is no longer the girl I know with kind eyes that have a dancing flame, she is now a roaring forest fire that only wants to burn everything in its path. Her entire body becomes alight. Her onyx-colored eyes are engulfed in flames along with the rest of her body. She is the human embodiment of destruction and she does it all with a smile on her face. I have to look away because looking at her is like staring at the sun, which is too much for my sensitive eyes. I hear the screams though. I’m sent here to protect her, as backup, but I’m rarely needed.
I make myself busy by watching the skyline. The entire area around me is illuminated by her power. It makes it harder for me to hide, but it also makes it harder for others. I notice movement in a window a ways away from us, in a building that should be abandoned. There’s a sniper in that room taking aim at Leigh Ann. Or at least trying to. It’s hard to aim at something so bright, I bet they didn’t think it was going to be here in charge of watching the docs. It’s normally just me. We’re currently trying to claim them for ourselves.
I take off anyway though. With one leap from the ground, I unfurl my wings, pushing them down to gain height from the ground. Now even though I am flying I still try to stick to the shadows the best I can. If they try to shoot at Leigh Ann, they will most likely miss or the bullet will melt because of the heat. If they shoot at me, I can be shot out of the air, which sucks.
Flying is one of my favorite things, even if I don’t like how sore it leaves me after. I love the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair. I purposefully keep my brown hair longer than I should because it makes the sensation so much better.
I get to the spot where I can quickly fly across and take the person out. I fly across to the window, left to where they are. I move so quietly that they don’t notice me. I open the window and slip in. The room is empty and dark. I can see a door on the right wall, joining the two rooms. Once I finish picking the lock, I open the door to see an older man’s back facing me. He is a white man in his late forties. He isn’t anyone important, no one I need to think twice about before crossing, or killing. I walk across the room, silent. When I finally get to the other side, where I stand right behind him. I clear my throat. I wish I can see his face, but his back is to me. Before he can even turn around, I’m grabbing his head in my hands and snapping his neck.
I let his body drop to the ground, grabbing his gun and unloading it. Then I step over his body and climb out the window he had shot out of.
I take off again, this time flying towards Leigh Ann. I can tell that she’s finished most of them off, or at least scared them off. Leigh Ann typically tries to maim instead of kill. I swoop down to one of the men trying to escape, grab his head, and twist it while flying up. Once I’m twenty feet in the air I drop his body on a woman trying to run away as well. I look up in Leigh Ann’s direction, her bright flames are starting to dim, as she’s powering down.
I land next to her, just as the last few disappear into the shadows that are Gotham City. She is grinning when she turns to me. She’s upset about something though, judging by the dampened light in her eyes. It looks like a fire out in the rain; fighting to stay alight against the force of the cold attacking it.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her. It isn’t right for someone as radiant as her to be so dim.
Her grin slips for a second, “It’s nothing important, I’ll talk to you about it when we’re somewhere secure. We need to leave because this fire show is likely to attract unwanted attention,” she whispers. She knows I can always hear her.
With that, we start our walk home. I feel the ache in my shoulders and back start. I should take a long hot bath when I get home. I must be walking weirdly because Leigh Ann wraps her arm under the coat concealing my wings, applying warm heat, soothing my sore muscles. I wrap my arm over her shoulder, and she leans her head against my side as we walk.
“Does that help at all?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say, trying not to shudder. Apparently, I don’t succeed, because she chuckles when I do. “We need to stop and let you change though, or at least throw on a coat. You’re too noticeable in that outfit,” I tell her.
“Okay Dad,” she says, pulling apart from me, and reaching into the garbage bin where we stored her clothes earlier and sliding on a pair of black pants, a red turtleneck, and a dark brown mini trench-coat.
We walk along in silence for a while, just trying to blend in. We have to make sure no one is following us back to our home. I decide that it was safe to start the descent home, when I hear a sound, my knees buckle and I fall, clutching my head. I vaguely catch Leigh Ann’s scared expression out of the corner of my eye before I blackout.
I wake up to warm hands and silence. I’m now in an alley with sound-canceling headphones on. My head is laying in Leigh Ann’s lap, her hands combing through my hair. I reach up towards the dial that controls how soundproof the headphones are, and turn them down slightly. I can still hear the noise, but it’s manageable now.
I look around, taking in my surroundings. There are brick walls on either side of me, Gotham’s starless night sky is overhead. It’s as dull and lifeless as always. There is too much pollution in Gotham to see stars. The weirdest part is the fire escapes. They are the kind installed in residential areas.
“In an alley. We’re just a couple blocks over from where we were,” Leigh Ann said.
I look at her in a panic. Why would she bring us to a random ally in Gotham if one of us is down?
“Don’t give me that look, we’re totally safe,” Leigh Ann said, rolling her eyes at my paranoia, “This area of Gotham is relatively safe. Plus, you’re super heavy.”
I pull myself out of her lap and lean against the brick wall, shuddering from the sudden lack of warmth. I lean my head back, looking up, trying to piece together what happened. I remember the sound. Knowing that the headphones are probably blocking out the noise, I turn the dial down. Then I hear it. It is a high-pitch ringing. It’s super familiar.
My eyes widen, “We have to go! The sound it’s someone’s emergency beacon.”
I watch Leigh Ann’s head whip towards me, causing her ponytail to hit her in the face. She ignores it. She whips her phone out of her pocket. I watch as she presses the first number on her emergency contact list. Riddle.
I know because my phone’s set up the same way. All our phones are programmed to have him listed as our first contact on our emergency contact list.
“Riddle? We have a problem,” Leigh Ann says into the phone, getting up to pace the ally.
I can’t hear his side of the conversation because of my headphones. I’d be willing to bet his response was a shortcut, “What?”.
“Someone’s emergency beacon has been activated,” says Leigh Ann. She stops pacing, tilting her head to the side, and furrowing her eyebrows in the way she does when she’s really trying to pay attention to what someone is saying. This is until her eyes widen, the flames in them sparking for a second. She pulls the phone from her face saying, “Of course you knew this already.” She then turns to me looking exasperated. “Who told you?” she asks, before exclaiming, “Robert!”
I roll my eyes at her. It’s not a hard puzzle to figure out. Robert very rarely leaves the house, and when he does, Riddle’s normally with him.
“Ask Riddle what he wants us to do,” I tell her.
I watch as she asks Riddle my question. She makes that face again, before pulling her phone away and quickly shoving it in her coat pocket. “He wants you to find whoever's triggered the alarm. Once you do make sure it’s safe to enter before you engage. He explicitly told me to tell you not to throw yourself in danger if it can be avoided.”
I stand up, nodding, “Am I taking you with me, or leaving you behind?”
“Behind for now. Once you get intel on the situation, your orders are to engage only if necessary and then call in using our phones to get more orders,” she says quickly. She is clearly upset but trying to stay focused. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to stop and console her, but I know that I don’t. I have to go.
Leigh Ann is caught up in her thoughts. She’s looking towards the mouth of the ally. I take off my jacket, wad it up, and chuck it at her. I listen to her shriek in surprise, before jumping up to take off into the air.
Before I even got to the building I could smell the blood. I know it’s Kat’s. His blood smells different than everyone else's because of his mutation.
“Shit Kat,” I whisper when I land on the neighboring building, “What did you do?”
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Could you do “I’m a red lantern, angers kinda like my whole thing”
"I'm a Red Lantern. Anger's kinda my like my whole thing."
They all glanced at the woman standing a few feet behind them. “Hey, rage-chick? Think you can get angry?”
She turned her blood red eyes onto the brash Green Lantern and glowered at him. “Trust me, Guy Gardner, I only get angry when I see you.”
Someone grabbed her arm and she looked at them. “Please. I need you.”
Shrugging his arm off, she scowled. “Don’t play into my feelings, Kyle. I don’t miss them.”
“Get angry then. We need it.”
Crimson surrounded her and she rose into the sky. “I’m a Red Lantern. Getting angry is my whole thing.”
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"The gods wanted me dead, now you get to find out why."
"People usually say thanks after I save their lives, so I'm a bit lost."
"The Gods wanted me dead, now you get to find out why."/"People usually say thanks after I save their lives, so I'm a bit lost."
His grip faltered as they touched the rooftop and he lowered her to the roof, murmuring, “Are you alright?”
Her eyes were dazed, no…they were focused, hard, but dead too. “The Gods wanted me dead, Nightwing.” She gazed up at him. “And now you get to find out why?”
“Uh…” he wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “Most people usually say thanks after I save their lives…so I’m a bit lost.”
She merely turned her gaze to the street. “So we all are in this existence. Seeking retribution? Or damnation? It matters not. In the end we all die.”
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“For the last time! That is a weapon not a toy!”
"For the last time, that is a weapon, not a toy."
Bruce didn’t know how to raise a son. Half of his brain said, “Do I give it food and water?” and the other half explained what a young child required for a good upbringing. But still, raising Dick wasn’t something he’d ever planned on doing. Saving young children from the fates he suffered? Yes. Raising them? No.
He grabbed the explosive gel gun from Dick’s hands. “For the last time, that’s a weapon not a toy.”
Dick merely blinked. “Can you make me a toy then?”
“A Batman toy…and a Robin one. So we can always be together.”
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“We’re all gonna die!”
"We're all gonna die!"
It was a hopeless situation. There was no imminent survival in their future. They we getting closer to the edge, climbing closer and closer with every passing second. Siblings latched onto each other’s hands, squeezing with all the strength they had left in them. It’d been so long since any of them said they loved one another. They were so tired. So tired of being strong. Being the ones everyone turned to. Maybe rest would come. Maybe they would find peace.
“We’re all gonna die!” one of them screamed tearfully.
Bruce sighed. “For the last time, it’s a roller coaster.”
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“Is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” “A knife and I will stab you.”
"Is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"/"A knife and I will stab you."
She leaned against the wall where he was cracking the safe. “Do you just crack safes because you’re bored and want to try out my nightly job or is there something you need inside it?”
“Penguin’s gun running operation plans are in here.” He hummed warningly when she slid herself between him and the safe, resting on his thighs, arms going around his neck as she pressed herself to him.
“Say, Red Hood, is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
“It’s a knife and I will stab you.”
“Hmm…promises, promises,” she flirted.
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“Jason Peter Todd, get off of your brother- DAMIEN STOP TRYING TO STAB TIM!” FF Friday :)
"Jason Peter Todd, get off of your brother! DAMIAN STOP TRYING TO STAB TIM!"
Bruce wasn’t the least bit surprised when he walked into the kitchen at nine AM after taking a cocktail the night before of anesthetics. His eldest trying to reign in the cavalry.
“Jason Peter Todd! Get off your brother!”
“Did you just fucking call me by my full name? Do you know the last time I heard my full name? Who the fuck are you? My mother? Alfred?”
“FOR THE LOVE OF—DAMIAN STOP TRYING TO STAB TIM!”
Bruce just turned around and walked out of the kitchen, listening to Dick scream, “DAD GET BACK IN HERE AND HELP ME!”
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Flash fiction Friday!!! How about ‘don’t look at me like that I’m supposed to hate you’
"Don't look at me like that. I'm supposed to hate you."
She could feel his gaze and she hated it. Once again, she cast a glance over her shoulder and scowled. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like that.” She gestured to him. “Don’t look at me like that, Batman. I’m supposed to hate you.”
He gave her a rare smile, watching as she griped quietly. “But you don’t.”
“Yeah, well…don’t tell anybody.” She grunted. “I’ve got a reputation to keep.”
“Wouldn’t have to if you joined my family.”
“Careful that you don’t slip on the honey you’re pouring out, Batman.”
“I’ll be careful,” he joked, kissing her cheek.
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"I watch him walk over to the window and hop on the windowsill. He turns back and looks at me. His whole body is silhouetted by the lights of the city behind him, “ Stay safe Kat.” Then he was gone."
Kat Kyle and Dick Grayson from, The Forgotten Children
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