#i firmly believe jason loves all the little guys even though the joker is still alive

[fishfission-dc]

Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 4: Jason)

<<Part 3: Tim    |    Part 5: Cass >>

[Masterlist]

Jason: Alright everyone get your hopes way down

Tim: I’m truly terrified of whatever you made for this

Dick: Let’s just be happy he participated!

Dick: Okay yeah nevermind

Bruce: Jason. This is-

Jason: Let’s just be happy I participated

Steph: If I’m not your favorite I’m rioting

Tim: Yeah this is the only right answer

Duke: He really does put up with way too much

Dick: Like childhood Bruce

Bruce: Hn. (in reluctant agreement)

Cass: (signs) I love you too :)

Damian: Cassandra is undoubtedly a very skilled combatant.

Steph: A rare good opinion from Jason

Jason: This is why you’re higher on the hate list

Duke: I am literally so honored, I would like to thank the Academy- 

Barbara: He called you “Nightlight”

Tim: And said your suit is ugly

Duke: I don’t even care. I’m too low on the hate list to care.

Dick: He said you’re going to snap?

Duke: I mean I don’t disagree

Tim: I’M THE FOURTH BEST?

Jason: After some new information learned in the previous presentation, Timmy should probably be a lot higher on the list. 

Steph: Oh calm down Timbo you barely got “tolerable”

Tim: HE TRIED TO KILL ME AND HE STILL LIKES ME BETTER THAN THE REST OF YOU

Barbara: Fair.

Dick: For the record, Jason, we are dating and I am not a cop anymore

Barbara: I still did date a cop though Dick he’s not wrong

Jason: See this is why she’s lower on the hate list than you

Barbara: You’re just scared to cross me

Jason: ...that too.

Tim: AHAAHAH

Damian: THIS IS UNFAIR

Steph: HAHHHAHHA

Damian: I AM NOT DONE GROWING YET TODD

Jason: You’re still short

Dick: It’s okay Damian, Jason was even shorter when he was your age!

Dick: ...crap.

Jason: Thank you for proving my point.

Tim: At least you’re not a cop anymore

Bruce: You broke his nose, Jason

Jason: He deserved it 

Steph: ...wait a minute

Tim: (laughing, in realization) You mean... no

Steph: guys wait no-

Steph: NO WAY AM I YOUR LEAST FAVORITE

Jason: THE F*@#%&$ YOGURT HAD MY NAME ON IT 

Steph: YOU CANT CALL DIBS ITS FIRST COME FIRST SERVE

[squabbling continues]

Dick: I’m surprised Bruce didn’t score the number one spot

Bruce: Hn. (in understanding)

Tim: I thought it’d be me honestly

Barbara: Oh come on, he loves all of us. He wouldn’t have come if he didn’t.

Cass: (signing) Agreed. I can go next?

<<Part 3: Tim    |    Part 5: Cass >>

[Masterlist]

#the saga continues #batfamily powerpoint au #these are still so fun to make ngl #i am unsure about the dialogue all the time though #i've never written a fic or anything so i'm just spitballin #i firmly believe jason loves all the little guys even though the joker is still alive #dc make jason happy challenge (impossible) #i liked his characterization in Cheer #dc comics #batman #jason todd #dick grayson #dc robin #batfamily #batfam #tim drake #bruce wayne

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #397

“you’re my religion, you’re my reason to live  /  you are the heaven in my hell”

Do you think that you’ll always love who you love now? Even if we're never together again romantically, I will ALWAYS love her at least as a best friend. Have you ever made out with a random person? Yeah, no. If you could do your first kiss over, would you? No. I'm lucky that my first kiss was honestly cute as hell. Do you like your country’s president or prime minister? Well I voted for him, so I obviously can't hate him. He seems to be doing fine so far, though take that with a grain of salt seeing as I don't keep up with politics. Even before voting for him, I just did a small bit of researching on his values. What color is your house? Yellow with white accents. Do you listen to Christmas music during the holiday season? No, I don't enjoy it. Man, Jason's mom sure did, though... I loved how in the spirit she'd get and always played Christmas music in the car during that time of year. I miss that woman and I sure as hell hope she rests easy now. Do you like ginger ale? Solely if I have a stomach bug, and I can only ever sip it. What are you listening to? "Electric Sugar Pop" by Jeffree Star. What’s the last thing you watched on TV? The TMS office has the TV on, and the woman who overlooks it (I have zero idea what her position is called) tends to have it either on a cooking channel or a home improvement one. Today was a cooking one. Is your favorite author the author of your favorite book? I don't have a favorite author. Describe someone you find really attractive: M-Mark Fischbach. *___* If you HAD to look like someone else, but could choose who, who would you choose? Hm... maybe my friend Alon. I've mentioned I feel like a million times that she is like, ethereal with how gorgeous she is. Have you ever seen someone get a tattoo done? If so, what was it? Did they cry or were they in a lot of pain? Yeah; it was a watercolor feather with "ohana" written below it. She didn't cry at all, but she grit her teeth a few times. Do you have anything you couldn’t go a day without? Some form of technology. Have you ever gotten caught doing something illegal? No. What’s your favorite flavor of Vitamin Water? I don't even think I've ever tried it. Is there someone you wanna date right now? Yeah. What first attracted you to the last person you kissed? If we're talking the very first, our vast similar interests. How many brothers does your father have? None. Does your best friend have any tattoos? No. Do you like Ben + Jerry’s? Yep. Man, I want their Phish Food ice cream now. Would you ever wish to be the opposite sex? Nah. Do you think you’re attractive? Nope. What is your favorite card game to play? Magic: The Gathering. I really miss my PS3 where I had Duel of the Planeswalkers installed on it, it was really fun. Do you own a globe? I don't think we still do. What is your favorite wild cat? Perhaps clouded leopards. If your bedroom had three portals to anywhere, where would they lead? South Africa, Sara's place, and maybe a nice little cabin in the mountains for when I'm feeling a peaceful getaway. You can ask any author one question about their story. What do you ask? I have zero idea. What’s a place you have a strong emotional connection to? The pond behind the local community college. Jason and I took our first prom pictures there. Do you take yoga classes? No, but I'm actually considering it since they offer those at the YMCA Mom and I now go to. What is a decision you’ve made that changed your entire life? To let Jason go. It's pretty great, my PTSD has been less of a bother lately! Have you ever made any money from a side-hustle? Could you consider being paid to take pictures once in a blue moon a "side hustle" when I don't even have a main job? Do you ever wonder what kind of person you’d have turned out to be if a certain event never happened to you? Ugh... it's incredibly painful to wonder how life would be if Jason never left. If you could have anyone’s singing voice, whose would you choose? Adele's or Amy Lee's, probs. What are your top 3 favorite genres of music? Metal, hard rock, alternative. Do you think Mars will be colonized in your lifetime? No. Have you ever been homeless? If so, what led to your homelessness? Technically, yes, because Mom couldn't afford the rent. She, my little sister (who still lived with us at the time), and I each were accepted into the homes of willing, kind people, though. Have you ever been on a ship? No. Who was Van Halen’s better singer - David Lee Roth, or Sammy Hagar? David. Which fictional character has the most memorable quotes? Heath Ledger's Joker is quoted all the time, so probably him. What do you think of the "Healthy At Every Size" movement/philosophy? Before I answer this, I want you to keep in mind that this is coming from someone who is obese, so I would positively love to agree with that for my own self-confidence, but I don't. I believe it's a very dangerous mentality. I think you should cherish your body unconditionally, like it's an amazing machine, but I firmly believe you should have an active interest in becoming what is physically healthy. You couldn't pay me millions to convince me that, say, a 300 lb. person is healthy. What was the name of the first person you ever had a crush on? Why did you like them? I think my first *real* crush was this guy Sebastian my freshman year of high school. I thought he was very sweet, funny, caring, and attractiveness was a bonus. What food will you absolutely not, under any circumstances, eat? Sashimi, caviar, raw eggs... Which famous person would you like to be BFFs with? Bindi Irwin, for one. What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Hurricanes. Have you ever had an animal get into your attic? No. Have you ever been bitten so hard that there teeth marks were there after? I mean I've had hickeys before if that's what you're asking. Ever gave one? Oh, I guess you were. Yeah. Do you think its weird if guys wear make-up like eyeliner? Not at all. Would you ever date a disabled person? (Be honest) Yes. Would you rather adopt or have your own child? IF I wanted kids, I'd rather have one myself because I'm well aware I personally need that special connection. Stepkids count, too, because they'd be my partner's and therefore very important for me too. What is the most personal question you have ever been asked? Probably TMI, so here's your fair warning, but I've been asked before if I "touch" myself and I was absolutely repulsed that someone would ask me that. Were you abused by your parents? No. If you’re not straight, who was the first person you came out to? Sara. Were you one of the smartest in your class? Up to finishing high school, modestly, I was. Where did you meet your first crush? Art class my freshman year of high school. Do you ever go places with wet hair? Yeah, idc. Who is your favorite little girl? My niece Aubree. She's such a wonderful girl. Does your best friend have kids? No. If you were pregnant, would you want a boy or a girl? Hypothetically, a girl. What place outside of your own home do you spend the most time at? Um, maybe my older sister's house? Have you ever participated in a medical study? No. Do you have any family members who are cancer survivors? Yes, including my mother. Twice. Are you allergic to any medications? None that I've tried. Do you have any licenses other than your driver's license? I don't even have that. If you’re atheist, would you raise you kids believing in God or not? No; I wouldn't intervene with their own spiritual (or lack thereof) journey. They'd learn what they'd learn and decide themselves what they believe. Do you like reading self-help books? No, I just can't get invested in those. What is your opinion on sex change? If you're unhappy with your body, you're more than free to surgically change that with no judgment from me. Do you have any goals for this summer? If so, what are they? Yes, to lose weight. Can you get a strike at bowling? I have before. There was one occasion where my first go was a strike RIGHT after saying I sucked at bowling, hahaha. Do you ever take pictures of negative moments? Well, I photograph roadkill, and that's one hell of a sad moment. I actually wouldn't mind broadening my horizons of photographing negative moments (with permission of course), because I actually find these very impactful and even builds empathy. I will never, ever forget this one picture I saw sometime of an emaciated boy huddled in the dirt with a vulture close by watching him... like fuck, it made me want to sob. No one should ever have to live like that, especially a child. Would you ever post a picture of yourself crying on social media? No. I know that sounds contradictory to what I just said, I just wouldn't be able to do it myself. Have you ever held a newborn baby? Once, when my last niece was born. I'm terrified of holding them because they're just so fragile. Do you know anyone who has twins? My friend just had triplets. What is your favorite country in Europe? Germany. Are you thriving in your life right now? BOY HOWDY- Do you remember to water plants? I don't keep plants. Name three YouTubers you aspire to be like. 1.) Markiplier in a vast plethora of ways; 2.) Jeffree Star for his incredible work ethic; and 3.) Shane Dawson for his incredible compassion. Yes. I know the controversy, but regardless, he cares a lot about people. Who is your favorite character from Harry Potter? I wouldn't know, given I haven't read the books or seen the movies. Do you watch PewDiePie? Not anymore; his content doesn't interest me anymore. I watched him religiously back in the day when he was a serious let's player, though. Do you have a Steam account? Yes. Have you ever played Five Nights at Freddy’s? No, not personally. I like watching LPs of it and I find the story fascinating, but it's not the kind of game I'd enjoy playing. Have you ever tried Akinator? Yes. I don't think I ever beat it, except maybe once. Are you wearing socks right now? No; unless I'm wearing closed-toe shoes like sneakers, I never do. I hate the feeling of them. Can you twerk? Haven't tried, don't wanna. Do you like dabbing? No, it looks stupid. Do you like fishing? I honestly do think it's fun with all the anticipation and thrill of seeing how big the fish is, however I don't support it anymore unless, like hunting, you genuinely need it for food. The only case where I'd go again was if my dad asked me, because that's always been our bonding experience. Do you have a Spotify account? Yes. Have you heard of Blizzard Entertainment? Well, they're the company behind World of Warcraft, so obviously. Do you like bananas? Yes, but only for a VERY short window of time. I am beyond picky with the ripeness of bananas. Are you addicted to anything? Caffeine and technology. Do you know your phone number? I actually don't. Do you swear in front of children? No.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''here for you'' by ozzy osbourne

[scaryscarecrows]

Roots and Leaves, Pt. 8

All done!

“-son. Master Jason.”

Fuck, Alfred’s dead? The end is extremely fucking nigh.

But, if he’s going to be selfish (which got him into this, you’d think he’d learn)…at least he has company in…wherever this is.

His hands still hurt, though, which he finds very unfair.

“You are no better at feigning unconsciousness than you were at fifteen, sir.”

He’s not tryin’ to…

Why does Death look like his old bedroom. Is this some sorta ‘ease into it’ area?

“There you are.”

“Alfie?”

Alfred hasn’t changed one bit. Jason will bet that his mustache hasn’t even grown, or shed a hair, or anything.

“How are you-”

Alfred.

He hugs him and he hasn’t changed, not one goddamn bit. Alfred hugs him back, one hand cupping his neck and the other moving firmly up and down his spine. Alfred’s here, everything’s gonna be okay, at least for another minute…

The hand on his spine moves and his head’s tilted up with a soft, “Oh, my boy.”

It’s over. Any dignity he had is gone. He presses his face against Alfred’s chest (fabric softener Earl Grey home) and doesn’t even try to pretend he’s not crying. He’s never been able to keep anything from Alfred anyway.

“M’sorry.”

“Oh, my boy,” Alfred says again, and those sturdy hands press against his head and neck. “There is nothing to apologise for.”

He tries to take a few deep breaths, to get himself under control for fuck’s sake, and can’t. He can’t do it anymore.

But Alfred is a literal saint, and he doesn’t try to coax him to talk or to sit up or to do anything at all, even after his jacket must be soaked through. He just sits there, marginally more slumped than he usually is, and rubs a hand in slow, steady circles over Jason’s shoulders.

At some point, he senses a presence in the doorway, but before he can straighten up it’s gone again and now, without that motivation, it’s easier to just stay here where it’s safe and warm.

He eventually runs out of tears but his face is now wet and swollen and hot. His nose feels like it’s swollen shut and he’s been reduced to careful, thought-out breaths that rattle in his throat and burn in his chest. Sitting up is too much work.

Alfred props him up anyway and rubs a cool washcloth over his face before letting him take it and hold it against his now-puffy eyelids.

“That’s it, Master Jason.” If Bruce is Sherlock Holmes, then Alfred is Watson. They don’t deserve him. “That’s it. Deep breaths, there we are.”

“M’sorry, Alfie,” he forces out, voice strangled. “M’sorry-”

“That’s enough of that.”

“But-”

“I won’t hear any more of that.” Oh, boy. That’s the ‘you’re on thin ice and should just shut up’ voice. Even now, it’s scary and he doesn’t have the courage to go against it.

A straw presses against his lips-limeade-and Alfred continues, a little gentler now, “I cannot imagine that you purposefully buried yourself for any reason, Master Jason. Am I correct?”

He laughs. He can’t help it. It sounds so nice put like that.

“No. No, I…I didn’t. I didn’t.” He is not going to start crying again. He refuses. Sheila flashes behind his eyes, blonde and blue and red, and he presses the washcloth down hard enough to hurt. “I…she s-said. She said she was out. Sh-she said she was out, Alfred, I thought…just once…”

“From the beginning, Master Jason.” Calm, but making it very clear that he doesn’t have a choice. “Who is ‘she’?”

He swallows, knows he’s imagining something squirming at the back of his throat. Alfred waits.

“Sheila Haywood,” he finally whispers. “I…Bruce’s files…she might have been my mother.”

He doesn’t have to look to know Alfred’s got that little frown between his eyebrows, the one that says he’s deeply upset. Jason presses the washcloth tighter against his eyes, sparking colors, and his wrist is tugged at until the colors die off.

“I just…she approached me, Alfie, I swear, I didn’t…I just thought…” He swallows again, forces himself to let the washcloth fall to his lap. “M’tired of bein’ second choice, Alfred.”

He doesn’t have time to brace himself before he’s pulled back down and somehow…folded…so that he’s tucked against Alfred’s chest like he’s thirteen again and still fits.

“Jason Peter Todd,” Aw, shit. “you have never been second choice, do you understand?”

But…

Look. He’s very well aware that he wouldn’t be here if Dick hadn’t had that fallout with Bruce. And oh, boy, has he ever learned the Joys of Being the Second Child-‘Dick did this’, ‘Dick did that’, and on and on and on. He’s come to terms with that fact, it’s fine, whatever.

But arguing that point (or any point) with Alfred is a Bad Idea.

And. And he’s here, now, because Bruce…Bruce came to pick him up, when he asked. So. That means something, doesn’t it?

His head hurts.

Alfred sighs at his non-answer but lets it go for the time being.

“What happened with Miss Haywood?”

He’s not moving. He’s staying right here until this is all over.

“Some moron tried to hold up the grocery store…”

* * *

Jason feigns sleep for the rest of the day, until Bruce is out on patrol. Sneaking past the Batman isn’t impossible, but it’s definitely hard and with his hands almost completely useless, well…

The last thing he wants or needs is a lecture on Trust and Rushing Into Things and Dammit, Jason, This is What Got You Captured by the Joker. He knows that, thanks, Bruce.

(And yeah, okay, he knows lectures are Bruce’s way of saying I Love You, but some people swear a punch to the face is an I Love You, so.)

Sneaking past Alfred, on the other hand…now that really is impossible.

He’s halfway down the stairs when there’s an irritated, “A-HEM,” from behind him. Crap.

“I was thirsty?”

Alfred gets this expression that Jason will swear means he’s envisioning smacking him upside the head with a rolled-up newspaper. Yeah. Okay. Game’s up.

“I just…I need some time,” he says, eyes fixed on a knot in the wooden banister. “I can’t face him, Alfred, not now.”

Not for a long time, probably. Not without a massive blow-up on both sides and it’s better if no one else is around to be caught in that crossfire.

And besides. Right now, he just…his apartment may be kinda crappy, but it’s not haunted by a stupid kid who swore up and down that

“Being Robin gives me magic!”

“This is the best day of my life.”

There’s too many ghosts in this house.

Alfred comes forward and pats his shoulder.

“At least permit me to provide you with a few easy-to-reheat meals.”

“I’m okay-”

“Humor an old man.”

That is a trap. That is a trap, it’s just better to nod and neither protest or nor agree. And he’s got time, before Bruce gets back.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

“Hm.”

He’s ushered towards the kitchen. It hasn’t changed a bit-still homey and warm and with those same comfy stools by the counter. He remembers having after-school snacks there and chattering a mile a minute about ‘so Mister Pierce set his desk on fire in chemistry and it was so cool I gotta try that y’think B’ll let me-?’

“If I hear one word about you being out before those hands have healed, there is no power on Heaven or Earth that will spare you, is that clear?”

He believes. He believes.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” An icebox appears out of nowhere. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I, uh…I called an Uber. I didn’t think I could drive.”

“Wise choice.” Alfred sets the icebox down and grips Jason’s arms. “You will always have a home with us, Master Jason. Remember that.”

He is not going to start crying again. He is not.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

* * *

The Uber guy is more interested in his radio than in Jason and that’s just fine. It means he’s not going to pester him, which means that he can twist around to watch Wayne Manor shrink into the distance through back window.

When he gets home, he opens his e-mail. Nothing new, but Sheila’s are still there. He deletes most of them.

But.

He can’t. Even now, after everything, he can’t bring himself to hate her. Not really.

He moves the remaining few to his ‘save it’ folder, where he won’t open them by mistake, and goes outside for a cigarette. Lighting it’s a pain, and there’s a few minutes that he’s terrified that he’s going to light the bandages on his hands on fire, but he manages it, in the end, and leans on the railing to watch the cars go by below.

In another unit, he can hear Mz. Melinda May cackling and a handful elderly voices swearing and demanding she be thrown out. Maybe he’ll go over there tomorrow, make sure she hasn’t downloaded a crap-ton of computer viruses again. (And yeah, okay, he wants to know about the yelling.)

There’s a sudden movement in the shadows across the street and he goes inside, turns on the TV. He’s halfway through an episode of Chopped when a red bar pops up on the bottom saying, Batman recaptures Harley Quinn, more at eleven.

A knot in his chest he didn’t realize was there loosens up and he pulls his blanket tighter around his shoulders.

“Thanks, B.”

THE END

#Jason Todd #Alfred Pennyworth #none of us deserve Alfred #DC'd better not kill him or I will burn their offices to the ground #Roots and Leaves

[stay--satan]

Love, Danger and Death - JASON TODD X READER

so many good prompts it's hard to choose can you do 49 for Jason?

“Game’s over you son of a bitch! Tell me where she is!“

and a personal favorite from my prompt list #7

“I think we’re doomed”

I’ve been with this story in my head for so long, it took a while so I could put on words but here we go

Jason doesn’t believe in fortune tellers, but he hates how they were right the whole time. Burning through the ashes to this life to another

Y/H/C - Your hair color

Y/SH/N - Your super hero name

The tiny storage was only lightned by a light from the table "I can't believe you brought me to this" the tall teenager boy complained for the fifth time "Oh c'mon, it will be fun" he is pushed by the arm by the Y/H/C girl "This is all a trick to get money from tourists" he says before sitting down on the table "Well you definitelyhave the money and I certainly have the time" "It's Bruce's money" "And I don't care" she smiles and look to the door waiting for someone to show. Right after that, the lights go out and a short black haired woman appears in front of him. Y/N is certainly mesmeraized, but Jason can't say the same. He met actually magicians who could do better than that. "What you kids seek?" the woman stares directly at Jason's direction "Well" he hears the voice of his girlfriend next to him "We-We would like uhm-” "To see your future?" she says like it was a routined thing. The girl nodds and the woman sits in front of them.

It's a little creepy the way she closes her eyes and the lights popped near them, he can assure that. But he still doesn't buy that crap "I see you two like danger" Oh my god could be more vague? His eyes wide in discredited but Y/N in other hand had hers as 'wow' face. He sighs a little more loud now. The woman across from them pulls a deck of cards placing one a one on the table "Love. Death. Regret." she says sharply "It'll follow you for a life and but not two if careful" Jason's eyebrows frown again, what the hell is that supposed to mean? And like the woman is reading his mind, she continues "The aura that surrounds the two of you it's doomed. It's a never ending circle until revenge consumes you. Burning through the ashes"

Later that night, laying on bed he knows his girl is tense around him. He could almost hear the phrase echoing on her head. She’s quiet and he hears her breathing full of concerns "I think I'm doomed" She says quietly, almost like a breath. Jason pull her face against his kissing her deeply in a tight embrace. He would curse himself out later for letting her being so stunned by that woman's words.

But he wouldn't have the time since 3 days later, he died. And that lead to an infinite mourning from Y/N proceeding a couple of years of misbehavior before she finds herself drown in her own troubles. She stands for herself for the first time in 3 years to fight for her city like he used to and maybe, just maybe, every single person that she saved almost every night would make up the fact that she didn't save him.

-

Being Y/SH/N for years now it taught you something, life isn't what you think it is. You saved so many people at night but during the day you were empty and numb. Thought you were offer, you never saw yourself working with a team, always alone, though people on the news always tell how brave you were or how amazing you must be, you hated your civilian version.

It was after your patrol when the Batman showed up at your house, that frown and angry expression were now mixed with something that you couldn't identify. Batman knew who you were and vice versa. You figured out as soon Jason died and there was even a letter of his telling that he was Robin and Bruce Batman. Bruce never knew about the letter but he knew about his identity discover, but it was something that you two never spoke about.

"We need to talk" he says sharply "Can we do this tomorrow? I literally just had to stop a major bank assault..." "Red Hood, have you heard of him?" He stops and you face him "Yeah..." you say carefully to see where this is going "He's the guy chasing Black Mask's ass isn't?" you say but there isn't a response yet "He didn't brought his work to my area yet, why should I bother?" "Does it matter? Have you watched the news?" "Yes, the whole circus with him capturing the Joker was lovely, you know my position about this" You were the first one to fight about why is the Joker still alive. Your vigilante type wasn't the type that fought super villains or stuff, you were just there for the people. It was danger messing with the gangues by yourself but in the way that could actually assist people 24/7 with no risk of them coming back, besides if a big boss surround your area, you would just beep Batman to the job.  There was at least 5 another vigilantes who could help him and you didn’t wanna be one of them. "I need you to come with me get them" "Excuse me?" Batman sigh like it was the first time he doesn't know what to do "This Red Hood... He's been following me for some time" "So now you got the harrasement thing?" He frowns again and you know you have to shut "He knows everything. About me, my life, the cave..." he breathes again getting his posture straight "It wasn't until we fight that I got my conclusion" And nothing, nothing that you had trained mentally and physically could prepare you to this. His name comes out Bruce's mouth like a sneeze. Like it was a simple explanation. You start to walk in circles with your hands in your head trying to find something that you missed, a detail maybe. Desperation start to fill your body, but Batman grabs you by the shoulder "No one except me and Alfred knows about this. I was on my way but... Do you understand, Y/N?" He couldn't do alone. But why was J...Jason doing this? You let yourself thinking about his full name for the first time in years not as a memory but as an actual thing "I ran all of his DNA and he... He blames me for it Y/N. I know he's already kill I mean..." he says remembering the Black Face massacre "But if he do that to Joker..." "It'll be a never ending circle" you finish now more firmly than you thought. "He hates me now but... "You think I can brought him back?" "Maybe" "He's being around for a couple of months now, why you think that he-he would come with me when he rather orchestrated all of this?" "You don't understand, he changed... For him it’s been a few days, not 5 years."

Still this doesn't make up for this. If he was after Bruce because he didn't save him could he be mad at you? You look ready to say goodbye to Bruce but right behind him, there's a small desk with a photograph of him... Your Jason. The face that you haven't seen in so long that you almost couldn't remember in your head anymore. But if you only could have one last look... One more time. You don't say anything before jumping on the window behind Batman and following him back to the batmobile. On your way to Jason Todd.

Batman parked in a abandoned building and told you to say in the rooftop until his signal while he's coming first. It wasn't until 10 minutes being alone you heard the first big noise, was this your signal? No wait he would make one in on the window yeah... Then it hit you. Jason Todd was down there. The man that in your dreamed you saved every night. The one who held you tight in your sleep was a few windows down from you again. You try to remember his face again, see if you could remember and when the time comes, you would see how different he looked. But you don't remember. It's like a daydream away from you now, you remember the moments but he's face is a blur. How you were going to recognize him if you don't remember him at all? There is another loud noice and you can't take it anymore.

The plan was capture Jason and lock him in Asylum until you figured out what happened to him and treat him safely until he wanted to talk. But that flew out of the window when you run till the door where the noises were coming from

A gun click could be heard "Game's over you son of a bitch" and a pitchy laugh could be heard too. That laugh that gave you nightmares, but the other raspy voice you couldn't identify but you just assumed. "Put this down. We can talk." Batman's sharpy tone followed "No, you still don't understand?" "I do understand, that's why we need to talk" "I'm done talking!" the raspy voice now was screaming to Bruce "Tell me where she is you piece of garbage" "JASON, STOP THIS" And a gunshot noice was enough for you to open the door and the scene in front of you got you in shock.

The Joker was the first to notice you, tie in a chair smiling widely at the situation. Batman standing at the window, probably just flew away from the bullet and there was a man in black turned against you, with a red helmet on the floor next to him and a gun pointed to Bruce.

You don't see to notice that his name comes out of your lips, it's barely a whisper, he doesn't turn but you know he heard. Pickering your lips you continued "Ple-please, don't do this" the whole water of your body comes straight to your body. Shakily you feel like you could fall at this moment with him so close "Jason, please just come with me..." "Yes bird boy, there's your pretty lady" If before this everything was in slow motion than Jason jumping on Joker and knocking him and back to hold Bruce at gun point out happened in matter of seconds. "Jason I am here" "No you're not!" he growls still with his face turned away from you "He has you" "Who has me?" He kicks Joker again in the face with his blood spilling on his boots "He doesn't" you say now more firmly and louder "The Joker told him you've been kidnapped 6 years ago. It's his last memory" "SHUT UP" Jason yells going in Batman's direction activating his gun again "SHUT UP SHUT UP" "JASON JUST TURN TO ME" "YOU DON'T GET TO DOOM ME ANYMORE BRUCE, NOT ANYMORE" Jason drops his gun and activate a button in his other hand. Hearing a click next to you, you see it's a bomb that it's about to blow in 15 seconds. You weren't fast enough to grab them all and run through the window. Even if you could do something, Batman is still on the window away from you. You just ran into Jason grabbing by his shoulders you turn him. Seeing his face. Everything is slow motion again, his mask is ripped and he has a black eye. There are scars all over his face, but it's still so familiar... Like he was some memory, but now all of your memories were no more blue. His watery eyes slowly move to meet yours and touch your hands against his face  "Y/N?" "Come home with m-" And that was the last memory before the loud explosion behind you.

-

Bruce wakes up with the Joker next to him. He menaged to grab someone before the building fell apart, he groans seeing that it's the scumbag. Like it hit him, he stands up quickly and go through the huge fire a few meters from him, he definetly broke a rib or four and his leg, but he tries to run anyway.

So he spot them in a tiny spot where the fire didn't caught. Together. Jason on his knees covered on dirt, holding her by his arms so tightly that it might broke her. He looks at the man standing in front of him with half of his mask ripped too with such despair. Something falls on Batman's black uniform, Jason sees like it was yelling at him. It's a light gray ash. And like a click, it's start to snow ashes around them both.

The younger one yells, loudly raspy that cut his throat out. A yell could it be heard in miles as he holds her bloody burned body more tightly. Bruce finally snaps from whatever got him standing and rushes to his son holding him by his shoulders while he drowns in loud sobs, he hugs him but he push him away saying between the sobs that if Bruce didn't know what it could be he wouldn't have understand "T-t-the pit.. ta-take her-r to the pit"

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd imagines #red hood imagines #red hood x reader #red hood

[multifandom-damnation]

Maybe Laughter is the Best Medicine?

The last thing Colin expected to hear when he woke up in his bed at Wayne Manor was the sound of laughter drifting in from under the door.

He knew he was in the manor but he didn’t remember how he got there. It wasn’t really his bedroom either. It was more one of the many spare bedrooms that littered the home that Damian had convinced his father to let Colin stay in. Bruce agreed although Colin didn’t know if that was before or after Damian made him visit the orphanage where he stayed. He liked to think it was before.

He yawned, sitting up and stretching his arms above his head, closing his eyes. He wet his lips as he put his arms on the bed behind him and looked around the room. His “Abuse” trench coat and hat were on the foot of the bed and he was wearing a pair of Damian’s pyjamas. He knew he had patrol last night and he had gone with Jon, Damian and Billy. He could feel the pain in his back, the tell-tale sign that he had been in his “Abuse” form for more than a few hours. He felt it thrumming through his body, his arms and legs. He needed to find new medicine. Billy had often suggested that laughter was all the medication he needed, which earned him multiple slaps. Damian was quite offended. It hurt when he took a breath so he adjusted his hands and cracked his back. Much better.

He slipped off the edge of the bed and let his toes dangle above the cold floor. He hated the transition of the comforting warmth of the bed to the jarring cold that leaving it provided. Colin reached towards the end of the bed, grabbing his trench coat and laying it on the floor to use as a walkway. He dropped off the bed and made his way over to the dresser, removing a pair of too-big slippers from underneath. They were a present from Billy and they were shaped like monsters with one eye and a mouth on the top that made it look like it was eating your foot.

He had completely forgotten about the laughter he heard before until he came again, drifting under his door like smoke. He froze. Has someone released Joker Gas into the manor? He thought as he held his breath. It was a bad day when you instantly thought of the Joker when you heard laughter and Colin chided himself for being so stupid, but he still bent down on looked under the door for the obnoxious green gas. He sighed when he didn’t see it, but when he heard more laughing, from multiple people this time, he stood up and slammed opened the door and ran toward the sound of the laughing. He could only make out one distinct person and that made him run all the faster.

Damian never laughs.

He pelted down the stairs, feet skidding on the wooden steps as he made his way to the source of the laughter.  It sounded like it was coming from the room Damian used for art. Now Colin could make out the other voices. Billy’s loud guffaws and Jon’s quick giggles drifted from the slightly open door. He didn’t know if anything had happened, but if he lost them he didn’t think his heart would heal. They can’t leave me alone. He would die from a broken heart and he would be all alone again. Colin held his breath and smashed the door open the rest of the way with his shoulder.

Jon was floating and holding his stomach as uncontrollable giggles made it hard for him to breathe. Billy was lying face down on the floor and banging his fists on the ground as his body shook, making walrus sounds when no more laughter came out. Damian was on his desk, charcoal pencil in hand and chuckling loudly with a smile on his face. A genuine one. Colin froze in the doorway.

Damian’s laughing stopped momentarily as he turned to Colin in the doorway and gave him a smile. “Wilkes.”

Even though there was no trace of green gas in the room and nobody seemed worried about their laughing fits, Colin still moved to flip the switch to turn on the ventilation fans and crossed to the other side of the room and opened the window. Jon’s laughter was quieting down and he was starting to lower himself to the floor. Damian’s laughing had almost stopped completely and he gave Colin an inquisitive look. “Colin,” He said, mirth on his lips “What are you doing?”

Colin blinked as he looked around the room and at the other people in it. Billy still on the floor whipping the tears from his eyes, Jon sitting on the corner of Damian’s desk with his legs crossed and arms behind him- the last of his giggles dying out, Damian sitting in his chair with his hands covered in dark charcoal and smiling at Colin.

Slowly realisation dawned on Colin and his cheeks heated up as he blushed. “So,” He said slowly, eyes darting to one person to the nest. “You weren’t infected by laughing gas?”

That caused Jon and Billy to start laughing again. Damian looked at Colin, suddenly deadly serious. “That’s why you looked so worried when you walked in?” He asked and got a nod in return. “And why you turned on the fan and opened the window?” Another nod. “And do you really think I am so stupid as to not immediately get to the cave and get the antidote?” No reply. Then a shake of the head.

Damian stood up and walked over to Colin, stepping over Billy who had once again stopped laughing and had rolled onto his back with his hands on his chest. Damian clamped a hand firmly down on Colin’s shoulder and smiled. “Thank you for being so concerned, but If that was indeed the case I would have had it handled. How are you feeling?”

Colin was acutely aware of 3 pairs of eyes on him which made his palms sweat. He didn’t want to look like the weak one between the Son of Batman, the son of Superman and Shazam himself. “Sore,” He admitted, “I feel like I took a missile to the back then fell off of Wayne enterprises.”

“That may be because you did.”

“Excuse me?” Colin nearly shouted as he looked at Damian, who had now gone and sat back down in his huge leather chair. “Is that why I’m here?”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” Billy asked from the floor.

Colin thought for a moment, but it was all a blur. “Not… really.”

Billy looked at him with an almost sympathetic look and Colin was starting to believe that they weren’t telling him the whole story. “You saved our asses, Colin.”

“Uhhh… I what?”

“Saved our asses!” Jon had pushed off of the desk and was now hovering next to Colin and giving him a big hug, making Colin jump. “You protected us from the bullets and then attacked the tank-”

“Tank?!”

“- And then you broke the kryptonite gun that I couldn’t get to, then you smashed the thing keeping Billy down! They never knew what hit them! One minute you were a small kid in a trench coat then you turned into a giant guy with bronze fists!”

“They’re knuckle dusters, Jon.”

“It doesn’t matter!” He was a little too excited, which kind of made Colin happy. Someone was excited, over something he had done? Superman’s son of all people! “There were explosions and you punched everyone and blew them up! But then they threw you off the building…”

“Yeah, about that,” Colin held his hand over Jon’s mouth to stop him from speaking. “How’d that happen?”

“I’m sorry.”

Everyone looked at Billy, who had now sat up with his back against the wall, his head down and playing with the drawstring of his pants. “I should have caught you. It all happened so quick and by the time I turned into Shazam you were already halfway down and I wouldn’t have been able to catch you and I was already so tired that it took an effort to fly at all and by the time I got there you were already turning back and- “He was rambling now, forcing the words to come out as quickly as possible so everyone knew he didn’t actually mean any harm to come to Colin. He was hardly breathing in between words.

“Billy, it’s ok,” Colin told him. “It wasn’t your fault. I’m just glad no one got hurt.”

Billy looked at Colin and gave him a small smile. As though he was thanking him for not getting angry.

“And he was the one who carried you home.” Jon’s muffled reply came from beneath his hand. Colin removed it.

Billy gave a small chuckle. “I’m just glad you turned back into Colin. I wouldn’t have been able to carry Abuse.”

That reminded him.

“Hey guys,” He said as he looked around the room again, eyes resting longer on Damian. He had his elbows on his desk and was resting his chin on his steepled fingers. “If it wasn’t the Joker Gas… why were you laughing?”

That earned a grin from Damian. “Well,” he said, placing his hands flat on the desk and swivelling his chair from side to side. “When you fell unconscious the others on patrol came to… help.” He said the word distastefully. “Todd came with his usual nonsense, Father, Drake and Grayson came alone. Let’s just say there were… complications.” That brought a cold, almost maniacal smile to Damian’s lips.

“Oh no.” Colin sighed “What did you do?”

“Me?” Damian asked, feigning innocence. “Nothing. Drake merely fell off the building, knocking his head on a metal pole and knocking himself out. Grayson and Todd leapt to catch him with involved Grayson grabbing Drakes legs and Todd grabbing Richards. Father had to try and keep them all up and fight at the same time. It was… quite funny.”

“You said Kori and Roy were there?”

“Yes, Wilkes.”

“Where were they?”

“They were off on the sidelines taking pictures.”

Colin still didn’t know how that was funny. Well, it was pretty funny, but not funny enough to make Damian Wayne laugh. “Dames, I know how much you love seeing your family in pain, but why was that so funny?”

“Because I drew a picture to represent it, Wilkes.”

And Damian lifted a picture off his desk, a charcoal drawing of a building with a big “W” on the top. There were people hanging off the edge, drawn in a chain-like fashion. The Batman was a shadow on the roof, yelling obscenities at his boys. Damian had made drool come out of Tim’s mouth, Dick looked like he was on a trapeze and Jason was just yelling and screaming. There were a few of Batman’s most notorious villains at the bottom, taking pictures. All in all, it was hilarious.

Colin collapsed into laughter, snorts and clapping. His head rocked back and nearly hit the wall, he was convulsing so hard it really wouldn’t have mattered. “Oh,” He wheezed, gasping. “I want a copy, and I want it framed.”

That earned more laughter from the other boys, and they were still like that when Alfred came home. He also thought it was Jokers laughing gas, but a look from Damian had him turning away, whipping his eyes with a hanky.

Maybe laughter is the best medicine for a broken heart?

Hi!

So, I wrote this because I developed Colin feels and my good friend Stell (@whore4batfam )  told me to write Colin being happy, so I did! Thank you, Bec ( @goshparticle ) for beta reading!  I feel like (even though they don’t exist in the same universe) these 4 would be great friends. I can just picture the shit they would do. I hope this was worth it, I wrote this instead of revision for my philosophy exam. (Also, if you are one of the people who liked my other post about writing this one, I hope it was up to your standards!)

Bye!

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #394

“just want one thing  /  just to play the king  /  but the castle’s crumbled and you’re left with just a name  /  where’s your crown, king nothing?”

Do you have your ears pierced more than once? Yeah; I have two in my earlobes and my right tragus pierced. I used to have a cartilage and anti-tragus piercing, but they closed when I had to take them out at the hospital. -_- Do you use an electric toothbrush? Yep. Have you ever seen a queen bee outside its hive? I don't believe so? Have you ever used Duolingo? No. Do you think the number 13 is unlucky? No. Which Clue (or Cluedo) character is your favourite? I always played Scarlet because I thought she was pretty. Do you have any novelty ice cube trays? No. Have you ever had a bad experience meeting a bf’s/gf’s parents? No. Do you get sick of eating turkey during the holidays? I don't eat turkey because I don't like it. I have honey spiral ham instead. Have you ever danced on a table? No. Did you have a lot of fun as a little kid? Yeah. Is there someone you can talk to all day, never running out of stuff to say? Some days. Ham or turkey? Ham. Would you rather eat nothing but fruits or nothing but cheese sandwiches? Fruit. What’s the last song you sung along to? I think Shinedown's "Get Up" while I was in the car. You get to be in any tv series or movie. (old/new) What are you choosing? Let's seeee... maybe Wonderland! Do you meditate? No; it actually stresses me out because I can't completely clear my head. What’s your go-to song when you’re angry? "Headache" by Motionless In White is a good one. What do you think about the most? My weight, honestly. It's at least an itching thought in my head at ALL times. Just being able to feel that I'm overweight and simply glimpsing a fatty part of my body is so, so upsetting. I usually look in the mirror to see if my face is slimmer whenever I pass one, or I'll grasp a part of my body to just feel if I've lost weight there. I could really go on and on about this, but I'd rather not, given it's depressing me talking about it. Have you ever visited any celebrity gravesites? No. How do you feel about archaeology? It's extremely fascinating to me. Any animals whose behaviors you find particularly interesting? ALL animals! Meerkats, however, quite obviously top my list. I love love love social animals, and their behaviors and deep connections remind me of just how human animals really can be, but honestly better half the time. What are your thoughts on gun control? There MUST be reform. I don't think entirely taking away the right to bear arms is the answer, but there needs, needs, NEEDS to be some serious tidying up regarding it. I believe it should be much more difficult to legally obtain a firearm with very extensive background checks and things of the like. I firmly do believe it would help SOME to prevent gun violence. Nothing is ever going to completely stop it unless firearms just cease to exist, but anything that helps reduce it is worth it. Would you have a big cat (like a tiger) for a pet if you could? Absolutely not. Big cats are extremely dangerous with strong hunting instincts, and besides putting my life at risk, I am not forcing a large animal into a small space. Do you like animals better than most humans? Sure as hell do. What simple things in life bring you the most joy? Hearing birds chirping in the morning, crickets and toads at night, starting my soda for the day (rip), watching snow fall, feeling a cool breeze on a nice day with the windows open, my pets wanting to cuddle... just to name a few. I massively appreciate the small things, so I could make this a very long list. What are your favorite smells? Cinnamon rolls, coffee, fresh baked bread, lilac, honeysuckles, etc. Ever found anything cool at a thrift store? What was it? Yeah! I've found some dragon figurines I use for decor, but the absolute coolest has to be this shipwreck lamp that I bought. I love flea markets. How do you find new music to listen to when you want it? YouTube recommendations, usually. Do you like all those dystopian future books/movies? They're all right. If you collect anything, what is your favorite piece of that collection? I collect two types of things: meerkat-oriented and Silent Hill stuff. My favorite part of my meerkat collection is Rebel, my super cute plushy that Jason got me. I slept with it for years and even now that we're done, I still hold the little guy very dear to me. My favorite SH piece I have is a limited edition, Japanese flyer for Silent Hill: Revelation that I won in a giveaway. How did you meet your significant other (if you have one)? N/A How did you meet your best friend? Via YouTube. Your favorite place to be aside from your home? Sara's house. Do you have any favorite books you’d like to have signed by the author? It'd be dooooope if I could have Tim Clutton-Brock sign my copy of Flower's biography. Do you like any board games or card games? I mean yeah. Not a lot, but some. What is your least favorite beverage? Of the things I've tried, probably black coffee. Do you like Breaking Benjamin? I do! What kind of music do you like? Metal, rock, alternative, and indie. Do you like guys with long hair? Yes. Have you ever seen an elephant? Yes. How many people of the opposite sex have you told you loved them? One, if you mean romantically. Do you and your mom get along? Yeah, we're really close. Have you ever had to change your phone number? Twice that I recall. I got a creepy text once, and another with threats. Ever been bitten by a spider? Not to my knowledge. When you were little did you jump in puddles? Oh, absolutely. Bugs: Cool or gross. Even though I'm scared of some of them, they're certainly still cool. Well, most. Do you wear a toe ring? No, I don't find those attractive at all. Have you ever had to babysit before? Twice, even though I didn't want to. Do you actually eat your fortune cookie, if you get one? Yeah, I like 'em. What's your favorite thing about cats? I enjoy how calm and independent they are. Salt, or pepper? I like both, but I prefer to have salt. Think of an ex. What's his favorite color? Jason's were green and purple. Which is better, the taste, or smell of coffee? I only like the smell. What item appears the most in your room? Meerkat stuff. Liquid eyeliner, is good, or totally sucks? My hands are WAY too shaky for that. Has a stray dog ever tried to bite you? No. Do you currently have any bug bites? No. Do you multitask well? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Do you know what an "AMV" is? Yes, because I used to make them and am considering getting back into it. What’s one award show you have to watch every year? None. Who do you like more: the Batman or the Joker? The Joker. Have you ever had a pet rock? I don't recall, actually? I might have as a little kid. Haha, there was one April Fool's Day that Mark sold rocks with his mustached "M" on them, and I SO wanted one. He gave all the earnings to a charity that I can't remember, so that also really made me wanna get one, but yeah, I was NOT asking Mom for even a small amount of money for a rock, haha. She woulda been so fucking confused. Do you know anyone with a lazy eye? Knew, rather. Did your parents let you have pets when you were a kid? Yes. What band was on the last band t-shirt you wore? Ummmm... I'm not sure. Maybe Korn? What’s the last movie you watched at a friend’s house? Elf, I believe? Do you have any tattoos on your arms? Yep. Do you own a teapot? No. Did you have a GI Joe when you were a kid? No. What is the origin of your last name? Irish. Do you ever use the "n"-word? NO. What piercing do you like most on the opposite sex? It would depend on the person, but probably some sort of lip ring(s). What is your salad dressing of choice? Ranch, or the kind from Olive Garden. Have you ever written anything longer than 10 pages? Yes. I wrote a massive essay on toxic masculinity during my last college attempt. I got WAY more into it than I thought I would.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''king nothing'' by metallica