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awhitehead17 · 1 year

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Hanging by a thread, I am

Tim & Dick, Tim & Jason, Angst, Arguing, Canon Divergence, Upset!Tim, Big Brother Jason.

Summary: Upset and angry, Tim doesn't react well when Dick asks him to give up the Robin mantle. After arguing with Dick, Tim storms away and bumps into an unlikely person who surprisingly supports him in the way Dick doesn’t.

A/N: This idea came about when I thought ‘what if Dick asked Tim to give Damian robin’ and this is the result. It’s canon divergence and while Jason doesn’t necessarily get along with the bats he’s not completely separated from them. Title is from ‘Saviour’ by Onerepublic.

Enjoy! :D

For a moment Tim wonders if he had heard things right. There’s no way his brother is suggesting what Tim thinks he’s suggesting. Like hell was he giving that demon child the Robin mantle!

Tim blinks at Dick, utter disbelief written across his expression. “You’re joking right? This is just – wait, no. There’s no way you just asked me to give Damian Robin.”

Opposite him, where Dick is stood by the bat computer wearing the Batman suit with the cowl down, Dick lets out a heavy sigh and sends Tim a pleading look. “Look Tim, please listen to what I’m saying-”

Tim cuts Dick off before he could finish that sentence. “I don’t need to listen to what you have to say Dick! I won’t listen to you while you try to justify why you want me to give up Robin, I have put my heart and soul into this and now you’re asking me to give it up, to throw away everything I have worked for. It’s not happening!”

“Tim.” Dick’s voice now has a hard edge to it, his brother coming close to losing that infamous patience of his. “I understand why you’re upset about this but think about it rationally. We all have to move on. You are no longer a little boy who needs guidance or a mentor, you have the skill and experience to be more than a sidekick.”

“This has nothing to do with that.”

Dick, however, continues speaking like Tim never said anything. “I can’t look at you and see you as my protégé, I want you by my side as my equal. Damian, on the other hand, he’s going to-”

“It’s always about fucking Damian.” Tim shouts at him, throwing his hands up in disbelief. He starts pacing, his hands and arms moving erratically with each step. “It’s always about that snot-nosed brat. Ever since he's come into our lives it’s always about him. Are you forgetting when he almost killed me? Damian would never, never, understand the meaning of Robin, not in the way we do.

“I had to work my ass off to be accepted as Robin, I had to earn the right, Bruce was adamant about me not taking it on but I proved my worth. Now you want me to pass it over with a bow on top to someone who will abuse it.”

“Well Bruce isn’t here!”

Dick’s shout freezes Tim on the spot. The words washing over him like ice water chilling him to the bone. Opposite him Dick’s face is flushed and his hands are clenched at his sides, he’s looking at Tim with an expression he couldn’t read but Tim could hear the pain and defeat in his voice.

“Bruce isn’t here,” Dick repeats quietly, “not anymore. We all have to move on and this is the way to do it. I become Batman with Damian as my Robin. And you Tim, you on my other side as my Nightwing.”

The silence that settles around them is thick and suffocating. Tim could hear the way his heart is pounding inside his chest and he could hear every breath he takes. His hands are shaking and there’s sweat building up across his forehead. Inside himself Tim could still feel the rage stirring, despite Dick’s words and the meanings behind them Tim cannot accept them.

Deep down he knows this is wrong. Dick is wrong.

Tim shakes his head. “No,” he declares firmly, “you’re wrong. Bruce isn’t gone. How can you accept that? He isn’t gone.”

“Tim, please, we’ve been over this,” Dick sighs, running a hand down his face. “He’s gone, we’ve seen the footage. You’re in denial, a lot has happened over the last few months and I get why you are but see the facts.”

Gritting his teeth he sends Dick a dark look. A lot has happened, Dick isn’t wrong about that. Tim’s lost two of best friends, his girlfriend, his biological father and now, supposedly, his adoptive father.

“We can get you help Tim,” Dick says carefully, his tone purposefully soft and gentle as if talking to a frightened animal. “We can get through this.”

“Help?” Tim scoffs at the notion. “I don’t need help, what I need is to prove to you is that Bruce is alive. Damian isn’t getting shit from me. No matter how much, or how sweetly, you ask me to hand the mantle over.”

“You need to accept Bruce is gone!” Dick cries at him. “I don’t like it any more than you do but we can’t sit here doing nothing. He’s dead! He ain’t coming back!”

Tim scoffs again and decides he’s had enough of this conversation. They’re going around in circles simply riling each other up. Neither of them are going to achieve anything at this point. Dismissing Dick’s presence Tim turns and stalks away, he needs to go before anything else happens.

“All I’m asking you is to think about it Tim. Give Damian Robin and you can forge your own hero.”

Stopping in his tracks Tim turns back around and glares at the man. “I don’t need to think about it. The answer is no. I’m Robin and it’s going to stay that way. I can’t believe you’re asking me to give up something I have worked so hard for and something I have shaped to be my own.”

“Stop being so selfish!”

For a third time that evening Dick’s words make Tim freeze. First the question. Secondly how Dick truly seems to believe Bruce is dead. Now this.

“Selfish? How am I being selfish? I own Robin, I am Robin, I don’t have to do shit. And least of all I don’t have to give that demon child anything. He doesn’t even know Bruce, what right does he have to suddenly become an integral part of the family?”

Dick huffs out a sardonic laugh with a shake of his head. “I can’t believe you just said that. I’m not even going to answer that. I ask you to do one simple thing Tim. You’re blowing this completely out of proportion.”

“Simple? I’m blowing this out of proportion?” Tim repeats. “You’re the one insisting Bruce is dead.”

“Because he is!” Dick explodes again. “You’re being delusional Tim! Listen to what you are saying, look at the evidence we have. Why are you insisting otherwise, you’re causing us more pain than what we already have.”

“You know what Dick,” Tim says, having had enough. It’s more than clear he’s alone in his corner, his brother choosing a psychotic ten year old over him. “Go fuck yourself.”

With that Tim turns and leaves. He ignores the calls Dick makes behind him and heads for the vehicle bay. He needs to get out of the cave as soon as possible or risk another argument with Dick. Not wasting a second he grabs his helmet, straddles his bike, turning it on he reeves the engine before zooming out of the cave. He has no destination in mind other than the further away the better.

Sometime later he’s speeding through the streets of Gotham, his mind completely occupied on what occurred in the cave earlier. He repeats their spoken words and instead of seeing the argument logically, it only riles Tim up more and his anger at the situation increases.

A piercing scream cuts through his thoughts and Tim jolts, with a wrench of the handlebars he swerves his bike to the side and narrowly avoids hitting a group of girls standing on the sidewalk. Once he's stable and back on the road Tim takes a deep breath and steadies himself. After almost causing an accident he knows he’s in no state to drive. Working out where he is in the city he comes up with a good hiding spot nearby in the back alleys between buildings, navigating himself there Tim turns off the engine and takes a moment to breathe in attempts to calm himself down.

He shouldn’t have been driving angry. It’s reckless and dangerous. He almost caused an accident because he isn’t in the right head space to be able to fully concentrate on what he’s doing and on his surroundings. Yanking off his helmet Tim climbs off the bike and begins to pace, unable to stay still any longer.

Dick’s words repeat themselves in his mind and they make it difficult to focus on anything else. Tim can’t believe Dick wants him to give up the Robin mantle. After everything he’s been through, Dick wants him to give up the one thing that’s keeping him sane. Tim's lost his father, Kon, Bart, Steph, and Bruce (no, he hasn’t, he’ll find him) and now Dick wants Tim to lose Robin too.

Dick’s told him he can come up with a new persona but he doesn’t want to, a new one wouldn’t be the same. He’s not ready for that.

He's not giving up Robin.

Tim feels the need to hit something as another wave of anger flows through him. With his fists clenched impossibly tight by his sides Tim ends up taking his anger out on his bike, the force of the kick he strikes the vehicle with causes it to fall over with a loud clatter. In the moment the damage done was the last thing on Tim's mind. As he steps back from the bike his eyes get drawn to an old metal pipe propped up against the wall, stalking over to it he grabs the pipe and weighs it in his hands, figuring it'll do he walks back to his bike and takes a swing at it. As the pipe collides with the rear breaks a loud clang could be heard. Tim swings again before moving to the front of the bike.

He loses track of how long he spends whacking his bike with the pipe. With every swing he lets out a swear followed by a curse against Dick. All of his anger and emotions bleed out in an unforgivable manner, all of the tension he’s been holding for months finally spilling out of him like water bursting through a broken dam.

By the time Tim is done he’s feeling exhausted. His arms and shoulders ache, his fingers are cramping from where he’s held onto the bar too tightly and for too long, his head is pounding and he’s breathing heavily.

Tim slumps down onto the ground and ducks his head to his chest as he tries to get his breathing under control. He doesn’t feel any better, his temper tantrum hasn’t solved anything because all the same problems will still be there when he goes back to the cave. All he’s achieved is damaging his bike which will likely take weeks to repair.

A loud thump coming from his right gets his attention. Despite feeling exhausted his body is still working through the adrenaline, instinctively Tim is back up onto his feet before he even thinks about it, his staff in his hands and he’s automatically in a defensive position facing an opponent.

It takes him a moment to realise who it is opposite him. Standing casually like Tim is no threat at all is the Red Hood. The man is stood in the middle of the alleyway with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and his red helmet in place, Tim could see guns and weapons stashed across his body but what Tim couldn’t work out is why he’s here.

Red Hood steps closer to him and Tim doesn’t soften his stance. “When one of my snitches told me there’s a disturbance in the area, I certainly didn’t expect it to be you, replacement. Done with your temper tantrum?”

Tim grits his teeth and stays quiet. He’s not in a good mood and seeing Jason Todd, another supposed family member whose tried to kill him, that day is souring his mood even more than before. He’s not falling into Hood’s baiting games.

“What no snarky comeback?” Hood taunts. The man comes even closer and peers down at his bike, taking in the damage Tim has done to it. “Isn’t that what Robin’s all about, witty comebacks and the sense of humour?”

At the mention of Robin Tim snaps. “Shut up and fuck off.” Tim knows he fell into the trap, it didn’t take much, but he couldn’t help it, it was the mention of the exact thing that’s caused his bad mood.

Hood whistles. “Oh, the little birdie has a bite after all.” He stops walking, choosing to stand opposite Tim with the bike between them. “Oh relax replacement, I ain’t going to do anything. You can put that stick of yours down.”

Tim narrows his eyes at the man and doesn’t move.

“Alright, whatever,” he hears Hood sigh with a shake of his head. The man then crosses his arms, “so what’s got you in the middle of the city throwing it down with your bike? Not like you to lose your temper easily.”

“It’s none of your business.” Tim says, his voice hard and cold. “There’s nothing to see here so you can bugger off back to where you came from.”

There's a pause and Tim could count every second that passes in silence by his rapid heartbeat. The man stays quiet as he crouches down to the vehicle and examines it more closely, fiddling with bits to see how bad the damage is. Tim allows him to do what he wants and he even drops the defensive stance and puts away his staff.

“Let me guess,” Hood drawls out while looking at the breaks, “you got into an argument with goldie? Or perhaps it was the new kid, Bruce’s biological one, that’s caused you to lose your shit? Maybe it was both!”

Tim has no idea how the hell Hood’s been able to hit the nail right on the head but Tim doesn't confirm or deny anything, he stays quiet and keeps an eagle eye on the man’s movements.

“Not going to answer that?” Hood enquiries, the man looks up and even though he’s wearing the stupid helmet, Tim could tell he’s looking straight at him. After a moment Hood snorts and shakes his head yet again. “Both it is then.”

“It’s none of your business.” Tim repeats his earlier words in the same cold tone, but there’s an underlying shakiness to it. It’s nerved him on how right Jason’s been able to guess the reason behind his mental breakdown.

“If you’re wondering how I guessed well most of it was a lucky guess. However the fact your half dressed also gave it away. You’re lucky no one else has come to check out what the noise was all about.”

Tim blinks before frowning. He looks down at himself and noticed for the first time the attire he’s adventured out in. He's still got his armoured pants and boots on, his utility belt is wrapped around his waist however he’s only wearing a thin cotton jumper he had put on once he got out of his Robin tunic. A surge of panic hits Tim and he reaches up to his face, the panic intensifies when he doesn’t feel anything but skin there. His eyes widen and he feels sick. He’s been out here in his robin gear openly showing his face. Anyone could work out his identity! He’s fucked up big time.

“Jesus christ, relax, replacement,” Hood’s robotic voice cuts through his thoughts. “I’ve already disabled any cameras nearby and have wiped out any footage of the last hour since you’ve been here. Whatever happened really fucked you up huh? Reckless driving. Vandalizing your own vehicle. Swearing as bad as a sailor. Almost blowing the whole family’s secret.”

“Yes, thank you!” Tim cuts in, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed at Hood’s response to list off everything he’s done wrong in the last hour. “How would you like it if I listed everything you’ve done wrong Hood? Have you got time, because we’ll be here all day.”

Jason’s own response was to snort in amusement. Obviously he’s not as bothered by it as Tim is. Huffing Tim walks to where his helmet lies on the floor, picking it up he dusts off the dirt and puts it on, at least no one will be able to see his face with this on.

“What do you want Hood? I’m evidently having a shitty day and you’re not improving it.” Tim says with a sigh, he’s tired and done with everything, all the fight having now left him. “If you have nothing to do and you’re only here to annoy me, can I ask you to do it on another day. I don’t have the energy.”

Now standing up right Hood stares at him and Tim stares back. When the man doesn't relent Tim looks away first, he changes his attention to his poor bike and starts to feel the regret of his childish actions.

To his surprise though Hood bends down and picks the bike up, using the handlebar to keep it balanced and steady. Miraculously it’s somehow standing, perhaps Tim hadn’t too much damage to it after all. Wordlessly the man starts guiding the bike down the alleyway leaving Tim blinking in confusion behind him.

“Uh Hood? What you doing?”

“Well you can’t get anywhere with the damage done to this. We’ll go to my garage and fix her up. Then you can go off and do whatever it is you need to do.”

Tim doesn't know what part of that to try and comprehend first.

“Why do you want to help me? Not long back you were trying to kill me.”

Hood shrugs. “Well today I fancy being a good Samaritan, sue me. Well, you could try but you can’t sue a dead man,” the man then pauses, “or can you?”

Tim is the most confused he’s been all night. “What? I don’t know. That’s not an answer.”

The other man doesn’t offer anything up so Tim quickly darts forward to catch up to him as Jason leads them through the narrow alleyways. The other part of what he said also sits in Tim’s mind, it’s like Jason already knows that Tim is planning on doing something about proving how Bruce isn’t dead. Like he knows Tim may go off to prove his point. Tim decides to not think about how well the man seems to read him despite them hardly ever interacting unless Jason’s actively trying to kill him.

The two of them remain silent the entire way to Jason’s garage. Tim should be weary of him and the situation but after the day he’s had he couldn’t quite bring himself to care, if Jason wants to try and kill him then he could go ahead, it’ll just be icing on the cake at this point. Hell Damian will end up having the Robin mantle if Jason kills him, then Dick will also get his wish. Two for one. Lucky them….

“Whatever it is, it’ll pass,” Hood mutters to him, it’s said so quietly Tim almost misses it, “I don’t know the situation or what’s happened between you and Dick but things have a way to sort themselves out.”

Tim doesn't offer a response to his words although Jason didn’t seem to be after one. The two of them eventually make their way to Jason’s garage and they instantly set up the bike onto the racks. Together they start making a log of what needs to be replaced and what can be fixed. It should scare Tim how well they work together when they’re not engaged in a fight but it doesn’t. In a weird way it feels right, of course he doesn’t comment on the situation, instead he silently accepts the helping hand Jason is offering.

No one needs to know how later that night, when Tim falls asleep on the old recliner Jason has in his garage, how Jason covers Tim with his jacket and leaves him to sleep while he works on the bike. The two of them in a comfortable silence like they’ve never experienced before.

Jason may or may not be starting to develop protective feelings for the kid who looks like he’s wearing the world on his shoulders. Learning to get past his previous feelings Jason figures that if the Bats are going to treat Tim like shit then he’ll will do his best to make sure the kid remembers that he isn’t alone.

#Tim Drake #dick grayson #Jason Todd #canon divergence #arguing #angst #very angsty #angst with a hopeful ending #angry!tim #big brother jason #Dick's not great in this #but neither is tim really #upset tim #Robin #dc comics #batfamily #some swearing #onerepublic savior #fanfiction

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flying-nightwing · 2 years

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Life Lesson (Never kidnap a Wayne kid)

I gotta say, I love crack fics. It's my passion. This is why I'm posting almost 8K of pure bullshit and I'm not even ashamed about it. Maybe I'll start my own crackverse? We'll see.

So I thought about this after I imagined how much of a fucking nightmare the bat kids would be in a deadly trap game like SAW for the poor bastard that decided to kidnap them. And lo and behold, this is what I came up with.

And hey, you might even enjoy it if your standards are low enough! (I think it's hilarious)

Characters: Dick, Jason and batsis!reader

Word count: 7820 (lol)

Warnings: Language (a lot of swear words), terrible puns, batkids being little shits, horrible editing job, somewhat graphic death threats I guess, chaotic bastard siblings interractions, Cass and Duke are not adopted yet :(

Summary: The perfect deadly trap was set, ready to capture the brutal murder of a bunch of rich kids and show it to the world to make a point. They chose their targets and let the game begin. However, they made one tiny fatal mistake: they brought in the Wayne kids as their first victim.

You were always the one to have weird dreams.

Like this one.

It was pretty vivid. You were in a glass cage, stuck like an animal at SeaWorld doomed to be on the other end of kids' pointy fingers and nerve wracking taps on the glass while their parents either looked at their phones or sputtered misinformed facts about you. Stop doing that, you fucking morons, you kept yelling in a language they couldn’t comprehend. But they kept staring and pointing, faces you couldn’t differentiate yet that looked all the same for you. The colors of their shirts created a vortex, distorting their voice, calling you from another dimension…

“(Y/N)!”

You jolted awake when someone kicked your foot, your very human foot. You raised your head quickly--too quickly--only to bump against an invisible wall. Your eyes adjusted to the room, seeing a semi blurred picture of Jason in front of you. Then your eyes trailed to the structure framing your head, creating a cube of plexiglass around your head. The aquarium!

“Uh?” You blinked, definitely not understanding what was happening. You slowly sat up, palming the Cube. “Why do I have a glass cage around my head? Is this Dami’s doing?”

Jason snorted. “Nope. I don’t know what is happening, or where we are, but at least you’re not him…”

He sidestepped to show you the rest of the room, where Dick was sprawled star-shaped, strapped to a round device. He seemed only mildly bothered by his condition, if only annoyed by the fact he hadn’t found out yet what was happening either.

“Hi (Y/N)” He greeted. “Glad you’re finally joining us”

You waved back at him, less than enthusiastic to be there. The walls were tiled like it was an old gym shower room, coated with several layers of dirt and grim obviously accumulated over the years. There was a tray with rusted tools on a desk, bloodied shower curtains without an actual shower, and tubes that were linked to your Cube. Nothing that seemed like a good time in your book.

“Why is he the only one not to be restricted in some way?” You frowned, pointing an accusing finger at your brother.

“That’s what I was saying!” Dick replied, wiggling his hands despite the restrain on his wrists.

“Hey, if you keep going on like that I won’t help--”

Jason was interrupted by an old TV in the upper corner of the wall turning on, the gray snow in it releasing a screeching sound until the image stabilised itself to show a still figure with a deer skull mask. You and your brothers looked at it, waiting for what would come next.

“Welcome to my home, Wayne siblings” A distorted voice, actually, a mix of many male and female voices tangled together, greeted you. “You might--”

“You should hire an interior designer!” Dick called. "Your home sucks"

“You might--”

“Boring” It was Jason’s time to interrupt.

“Shut up you little brats!” The Deer was now angry. “I’m trying to tell you that you are all gonna die!”

“Yeah, like everyone and everything” You shrugged. “The only certainty in life is death”

"That's deep" Dick hummed, nodding along.

The Deer sighed. “I will enjoy watching you suffer”

“Why are we even here?” Jason walked toward the TV. “I had a date tonight, for once”

“With Roy?”

“Shut up Dick” He yelled. “It’s a she”

“Oh! Do we know her?” You asked excitedly.

“No--”

“SHUT UP” The Deer shouted, bringing back your attention to him. Honestly, finding out about Jason’s love life was a much better alternative than finding out whatever was happening to you and your brothers. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, you brats!”

“That’s the same insult twice” You remarked, and you were sure the person behind the mask was glaring daggers at you. You held up your hands in surrender. “Alright, go on”

“You are here to start a new wave” Deer person began its speech. “The people are tired. Billionaires keep getting away with anything, and we are here to show them it will not be the case anymore”

“I’ve got a question,” Dick spoke up. “Two, actually. First, who’s ‘we’? Is it like, an actual organisation or you’re talking about you and your deer mask? Second, you know that if you want money for our freedom, you just gotta ask nicely, right?”

“We are a new organisation born from the shadows, we are the People” It replied cryptically. You rolled your eyes in sync with your brothers. “The point of this whole thing is to show the rich they can’t just buy anything. The public will be broadcasted the tapes of you dying, knowing there is nothing your parents could do, or buy, to stop this”

“Question” You raised a hand. “You do know we are adopted, and that you picked the three Wayne siblings that didn’t come from money right?”

There was a pause, Jason nodded in agreement. Dick came from the travelling circus, Jason came from the street, and all you had known before Bruce added you to his Brady Bunch were medical debts from your sick mother who passed away after battling cancer for nine years.

“Should have picked Tim and Dami” Dick mumbled under his breath. “Just sayin’”

“It doesn’t matter” The Deer brushed off. “The lesson will pass all the same”

“So now what, Bambi?” Jason asked, hands on his hips. “You kill us?”

“Not quite” It chuckled. “You will be faced with hard choices to save either sibling in every round, until one remains. Then, if the last one standing can live with the guilt of having killed their kin, they will be released. If not, they will have the option of killing themself”

“... So a rip off of Saw?”

You waited for the Deer’s answer, an eyebrow raised. You were testing its patience and you knew it.

“The first trial will begin in three… Two… One…”

An alarm sounded and the neons began flickering. You felt the first stream of cold water run down the tube and into your cube, while Dick began spinning. “Ok, we need a plan”

“Agree” You called from your Cube.

“I think we should start by (Y/N)” Jason suggested. “Will you be fine on your wheel for a moment, Grayson?”

“Just peachy” He grinned, giving a thumbs up.

“May I point out that the Wheel of Torture has an unique feature” The Deer began on a sinister tone. “Every second, the wheel expands a little more, until it tears at your limbs and rip them from your body”

“Good thing I’m flexible then” He didn’t lose his grin as Jason began working on your cube. He checked for loose screws, or a way to cut off the tubes filling your little fish bowl with water. He went to check the rusted tools, but nothing was sharp enough to cut through the material. For your part, you tried to find a weak point on the inside, but it was very hard with just your head.

"This is the Seaworld dream all over again" You mumbled.

"Still having that dream huh?" Jason briefly looked over his shoulder to you while he checked the room.

"Apparently so"

“Seriously, Rudolph, you didn’t think this through” Dick babbled in his corner. “I’m literally an ex acrobat, I’m used to having my members stretched while my head is upside down. (Y/N) can hold her breath for like, eleven minutes”

“That’s true” You nodded, feeling the water reaching the base of your head. You couldn’t do much more while Jason was looking around the room for tools to get you out. “That’s a funny story, actually. I trained for it because I wanted to prove Tom Cruise I was better than him after he all but said I'd be a terrible co lead for the next Mission Impossible"

“Would you shut up?” Jason grunted at you. You didn't notice you had lifted your chin up and stretched your neck to its maximum to keep your mouth out of the water. “Last thing we need is for you to choke on that water. We don't know where it's been”

You shivered in disgust at the thought as he appeared in your field of vision with the rusty pliers. You took a deep breath and held it as water rose up to your nose, and he began working on the structure of the cube like a surgeon trying to operate on plywood.

“Oh and the best?” Dick laughed. “The guy you left in charge of getting us out can and will punch through anything”

You met Jason’s eyes, who paused his attempt to undo the metal structure of your cube. You tilted your head through the water, shrugging at his calculating glance. How did neither of you think of this before? He nodded at your silent approval of the primitive method, bracing yourself for what was to come. He pulled his fist back, carefully planning his aim and where to stop not to knock you out in the process, probably. Hopefully.

“Close your eyes, Tiny wing” He warned. “It might blow the fuck out and I don’t want you to sue me for making you go blind”

You shut your eyes tight and pulled your head back as far as you could, then placed your hands on each side to help keep the Cube in place. So you wouldn’t fall back and get a concussion either. The impact came seconds later, making the back of your head bounce on the back of the aquarium. Pieces of plexiglass flew everywhere and the water began flowing down on your shirt.

“Oh great” You groaned when you finally opened your eyes. Your cube was open, only one half of it remaining behind your head. You managed to pull it off of you and chuck it in a corner. “Now this has turned into a wet t-shirt contest. This is a fucking nightmare!”

“You’re welcome by the way” He replied with a roll of his eyes, but still helped you get the cage out.

“Hey guys, I’m still spinning over here”

“Oh right!” You perked up at Dick’s voice, remembering there was still one sibling left to save. You went over his torture device, twisting out the water from your shirt on the way. Jason took the lead, trying to pull off the rusted restraints from the wheel. You, however, took a step aside and observed the mechanism.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re both here” Dick began, his voice just a little strained. “But it’s starting to pull for real now”

“I thought you said you were flexible” Jason snorted, still trying to find a weak spot in the cuffs.

“Hmmm” You furrowed your eyebrows at the small motor creating the rotation of the board, then at the board itself.

“(Y/N), a little help?”

You looked up at Jason, his face red with the effort.

“Do y’all think this bad boy could support a classic Wayne hug?” You asked, an eyebrow raised. They both looked at you like you were crazy, before realization hit them at the same time. The synchronised reaction was cinematographic.

“WAYNE HUUUUUUG” Dick yelled, and you took off in a head start. You jumped on the wheel first, grabbing him in a koala hold. He was stapled pretty close to the wood, so it was hard to have a good grip, but you managed to hold on just fine. It became easier seconds later when Jason jumped behind you, his longer limbs allowing him to grab the outside of the wheel.

The motor groaned and creaked, until the board tilted backward and broke off the mechanism. You felt yourself collide with the floor, but Jason took the most of the impact. He coughed as he was crushed by not only your weight, but Dick’s as well.

“Get. off.” Jason grunted, trying to push you off of him.

“Wait a minute, Gramps” You mumbled, pushing off Dick first. “Fuck you’re heavy”

“Ya think?”

“Boohoo Jason” Dick rolled his eyes as he fell back with the board, still strapped and stretched over it. “It must be terrible being you right now”

You stood up and went to stand around the round board, leaving Jason to stand back up by himself. You put a foot down, lined up perpendicularly with Dick’s elbow. You bend down and grabbed the edge of the board.

“I’m gonna break this off” You warned him. “Keep your arm soft”

“If you break the arm though, I’ll make you regret it” He smiled sweetly.

“Just be glad I’m not Jason” You huffed. “I’ll be careful”

“Hey!” Jason called out, offended.

“On three I’ll pull, okay?” You directed your glance back to Dick, and he nodded. “One--”

You didn’t wait until three. You pulled on the wood before he could tense once again, cracking it without breaking his arm. He yelped in surprise before glaring daggers at you. You shrugged with a small grin, moving to his other side and doing the same without the countdown this time. He was now free to sit up, his wrists however decorated with splintered pieces of what remained of the wheel still stuck on the metal cuffs.

“What about my legs?” He pouted, waving his arms around.

“Hey Blitzen, we passed your first test” Jason yelled at the TV. “Could you lend us a screwdriver now?”

A long scrambled sigh followed. Guess they did not expect you’d get out that easily. “I’ll see you on your next trial then”

The TV went dark.

“What do you think they mean?” You asked.

“Maybe they’ll come here to fight us,” Jason snorted. “I hope it’s that. I’m dying to punch his stupid mask for making me waste my time”

“I hope I’m off this wheel of misfortune for it”

You blinked slowly, feeling suddenly weirdly light headed. “Hey, is it just me or--” You leaned forward, holding onto Jason who also lost his footing. “I’m feeling… A little… Wobbly”

Jason tried to hold you up, but his eyes were closing too, his balance definitely affected. You both crashed on the ground next to each other under Dick’s concerned glance, no doubt joining you soon enough.

Then, the world went black.

---

You woke up in an entirely different room.

This time, it looked more like a disaffected factory. There was dusty machinery and water leaking from the pipes above your head. The dense air smelled like lead over the obvious mold and decaying of the structure. The first thing you did when you regained consciousness was to check for any type of restrain on your body. You sighed in relief when you found out you were free, but that relief was short-lived when your eyes trailed up the scene in front of you. Jason was hanging upside down wrapped in chains, looking not amused at all.

“T’was about time” He gritted when your eyes met. “Once again late to the party”

“You know I take a lot of time to wake up from anesthesia!” You shouted back. “It’s not my fault!”

“Yeah well,” He scoffed, then coughed. His face was red from the blood flow. “Gotta work on that”

“Fine, I’ll grow another set of wisdom teeth just to get gassed up,I guess” You rolled your eyes. “Where’s Dick?”

“Over here”

You stood up and turned around to see him standing up and annoyance written all over his face. You noticed his metal collar wrapped snugly around his neck with the obvious shark pikes around it, and the dented snap traps that restrained both his hands.

“Yikes” You flinched.

“Welcome back, Wayne siblings” The TV opened again and the Deer greeted you. “This step is pretty self explanatory. Which brother will you choose, (Y/N)?”

And just like that, the room came alive. Both mechanisms turned on, and you looked in between your brothers.

“Hold that though, Prancer” You shouted as you evaluated the situation.

“Oh god, I’m in a meat grinder” Jason whined as he looked down. “Hurry, Tiny wing or they’ll make burgers out of me”

“How fast are you going down Jay?” You called, a frown settled on your face. You looked at Dick, analysing the mechanism of his device.

“Slow if I keep being still,” He replied. “I’m guessing if I trash I’ll go down faster”

“Then stay calm” You ordered as you went to Dick and took a moment to observe his unfortunate set up. If you were right, it was a snap trigger that could go off any time. You had no idea if it was time or movement that set it off, but you were not ready to take any chance.

“I’m really over that guy” Dick snorted when you came closer. He was careful not to move too much, as the pikes were really flush to his skin as you noticed when you reached him. “I’m pretty sure we did not move buildings, and this is an abandoned factory. We’ll know what to look for when we get out of here”

You listened to him as you worked on a way to get him out. He spoke in a whisper, and you knew he was planning a few steps ahead. As much as you were good to complete those trials, you knew you all wanted to trace back the bastard and make them pay for it.

“The mechanism is old, probably built out of a bear trap” You hummed as you walked around him. “Definitely pressure triggered”

“Do you know how to disarm it?”

You grinned. “That’s the good news, Dickie” You said as you paused beside him. “Remember when Damian was in the golden age of his wildlife conservation phase?”

“Yeah, he dragged us all to this seminar in the woods--” He paused, his eyes going wide. “Where they had us disarm wolf traps”

You clicked your tongue. "Wolf traps and bear traps have many things in common” You breathed out as you began carefully threading your fingers around the mechanism. “One thing is that they’re quite simple to disarm when you know what you’re doing”

You reached for the specific wheel that kept the tension in the device and gently began to unscrew it. If you were wrong, not only would Dick die horribly, but you would surely lose your hands as well. That was how sure you were that you were right, and soon enough, the pikes dropped and the collar unlocked. Certainly, the Deer didn’t count on your family being a bunch of weirdos that got training in disarming obsolete traps.

“Tiny Wing you are a genius” He grinned wide.

“So you’ll stop making fun of me for being the only one beside Dami who paid attention to that old fool?” You said as you began working on his right hand trap, then his left.

“I’ll think about it”

“Hey, I’m glad Dickhead’s okay,” Jason said, making you turn around. He was more than halfway down, which meant you were on the clock. “But I’m still hanging there, no pun intended, so it’d be cool if you got me down. Anytime soon would be great”

You jogged to his position and took a second to observe this trap at its turn. However, Dick thought faster.

"I gotta get up there and try to block the chain from going down" He said, looking down at you then back up. His glance traced a potential climbing plan with the pipes and structure of the room, spotting where he could get grip and or traction. Then, he nodded to himself and took a few steps back. "I'll need a boost though"

"Where do I aim?" You asked as you bent your knees and linked your hands together in a strong step.

"Right wall, just continue my motion"

"Whenever you're ready"

He took a deep breath and began running towards you. Like the gymnast he was, he gracefully leaped right into your hands, and with all of your body, you gave even more speed and height to his already strong motion. In a blink, he was up the wall and climbing on the pipes. He soon reached the chain, padding to the automatic crank that was slowly but surely lowering Jason in a metal grinder.

“Hey, um” He called from up there. “This thing is not gonna stop”

“Then. Make. It” Jason coughed.

“Well, I might have an idea” Dick flinched. “But you’re not gonna like it”

“Just fucking do it before I’m cat food”

“Gotta do the flying freight train tackle” He finally said.

“Oh god, this is gonna leave a mark” You mumbled with a sigh as you climbed on the wall to get to slightly higher grounds, where you were on par with the grinder. You’d need to be there for the manoeuvre to work. Jason was glaring at you upside down, knowing damn well if you missed your shot you’d both be hamburger. “You’ll have to hold the crank back, because he additional weight will drag us down”

“Already on it” He replied. “Alright, on your mark”

You crouched, calculating the distance you’d need to jump in order to get to Jason. You took a deep breath and set your sight on the target, who was almost reaching the spinning death cylinders. “Here goes nothing"

You took off running and leaped over the grinder, head tucked down and shoulders angled towards Jason’s body. As soon as you collided with him, you wrapped your arms around him and swung your legs with the momentum. You heard Dick yell from the effort as you peaked around Jason to spot your landing point. You hooked your toes on the border, pulling your muscles hard to bring you back on your balance. Once both of your feet were solid on the platform, you pulled Jason with you and laid him on the ground beside you.

“I’m sending you the chain” Dick panted, obviously relieved as Jason groaned beside you. He was probably feeling dizzy from being upside down so long.

“Alright, I’m holding it” You nodded, and when he kicked the chain off of the crank, you pulled it toward you so it wouldn’t drag Jason back into the grinder.

Dick climbed down his high ground and landed beside you watching Jason on the ground. “How do we get him out?”

You took a second, your breathing still uneven. “Maybe there’s something about the pikes of your collar?”

“I’ll go check”

You nodded as he jumped down and went to his spot. You looked up at the TV, where the Deer was observing without moving. “Hey Dasher” You called in a breath out, leaning on your knees. “In the wise words of the Backstreet boys, this is how we do”

You flipped it off as Dick jumped back on the platform, handing you a pick. You managed to undo the lock on the chains and free Jason, who jumped as far away from the grinder as possible. You then climbed down the platform to get back on the floor, glancing expectantly at the TV.

“Now what?” Dick said.

“You’re giving us more trouble than I anticipated” It spoke up. “We’ll see if your luck runs out on the next, and last, trial. Enjoy your short rest, for it will be the last”

“Wow, not ominous at all” You mumbled as the TV went dark.

“He’s gonna make us pass out again” Dick said. “How about we make it even more troublesome for them?”

“Earphones cord formation?” Jason raised an eyebrow.

“Earphone cord formation” Dick replied with a smirk.

You all looked at each other and nodded. Dick laid down first on his back, followed by Jason then finally you. You tangled yourselves worse than a game of twister during a frat party, driven by spite and desire to give whoever would come and move you a good back ache. At one point you were contorted rather painfully with probably more than half of Jason’s weight holding you down, but you didn’t give a single shit as the anesthetic gas began softening your muscles up.

You blacked out with petty satisfaction written all over your face.

---

“She always does this”

“Give her a break, Little wing”

“I’m just sayin’. If it was a life or death situation…”

“A life or-- What is this to you?”

“A joke, that’s what it is. And it’s not even funny”

You hissed as you woke up for your grogginess and made a face to shake off the numbness in your cheeks. This constant drugging was starting to give you a headache for real. “Can you two shut the fuck up for a second?”

“When you wake up on time” Jason snorted. He was about fifteen feet away in front of you on the other end of a beam, constrained on the side and back by some metallic cage. And judging by the dark walls on each side of you, you deducted you were in the same position. Under you was a yellow-ish liquid boiling, and you suspected it wasn’t colored water by the sharp smell emanating from it.

“Sorry kid” Dick called from a platform up high. He had just enough space to stand and crouch, but he was just sitting on it, his legs dangling without a care in the world. “But we were impatient for you to leave the dream world and join us here”

“How the fuck did you get up there?” You frowned.

“Who knows” He shrugged. “I’m just glad I’m not you right now”

“Are you ready for your final test?”

You all looked up to the mounted screen on the other end of the room, where the deer was broadcasted in large.

“You trying to turn us into the fucking joker or what?” Jason snapped, pointing to the liquid. “I swear, if you take off this stupid mask and I’m greeted by a cheap ass clown, you won't know what’s coming for you”

“I-- No-- No!” It yelled. “I’m not the joker!”

“Jeez, touchy much”

“I mean, I can understand” You replied. “I wouldn’t want to be mistaken for the joker either. Can you imagine?”

He paused, then nodded. “Point taken”

“Hey Vixen?” Dick yelled. “On a scale of one to ten, how much are you regretting your life choices right now?”

“It is very tempting to drop you all in the acid bassin right now” It spoke. So, acid it was. “But we will proceed to the last trial nevertheless. Welcome to the circus, Wayne siblings”

Then as if on cue, a trapeze dropped in front of Dick. Not long after, the back of yours and Jason’s box began slowly pushing you forward on the beam. Not a beam, you noticed when your foot touched it.

A fucking seesaw.

“Hey Comet, you might not have noticed, but Jay and I are not the same weight” You spoke up after a worried eye contact with your brother. Both of you had gripped the edge of the box, bracing yourself for the upcoming back push from the wall. “He’s gonna drop the second he steps on it”

“Worry not, it’s made to balance the difference” It seemed smug now. “If you can step on it at the exact same time, that is”

You met Jason’s eyes again, nodding. You gave yourself a countdown, feeling the wall push you further. On three, you both lept on your respective side of the beam on the larger end. It was big enough to stand, but the teetering made it hard to. You still managed to step on it in sync, keeping a precarious balance.

“Mr. Grayson is a trapeze artist, well versed in the art of circus” The deer spoke again. “But not you two--”

“Wrong” Jason shouted. “Everyday's a fucking circus in this family”

“Ha!” You snorted with laughter. “It’s a clown’s world and we’re all just living in it, babey”

The deer took a while to reply, and you could only imagine the expression under the mask. “Mr. Grayson, I suggest you make your choice fast, until one of your siblings trips and makes them both fall”

The screen went black.

“I fucking hate that guy” Jason grunted. “At the very least if they were original we could give them some credit, but this is just fucking awful, and lazy”

“Yeah, we’ll think about killing him later” You nodded, looking up from the beam to him. “But for now I think we need to get to the middle without falling, so Dick can pick us up”

“I think it’s a great idea” Dick said, holding his thumb up. “You do that. I’ll be ready with my trapeze”

“Okay, we need to take our steps at the same time, like when we stepped on the seesaw the first time” Jason said, a calculating look in his eyes. “If possible, we’ll need to take equal strides on each side”

“Great, because maths was definitely missing from this shitshow” You sighed. “How long are we aiming for?”

“I know I’m not the type to suggest playing it safe,” Jason began, evaluating the situation. “But I think we should go slow and steady. 12 inches?”

“That’s what she said” Dick snorted while you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, let’s do this” You nodded. “Ready?”

He did the countdown, and you visualized your distance the best you could. On his mark, you took the step sideways, wobbling on your legs when the seesaw teetered a bit too much for your liking. “Oh god, this is like a bad Wipeout episode”

“You okay Tiny wing?”

“I’ll be once Dick yeets us away from this joker factory” You huffed, lifting back a rogue strand of hair on your forehead. “Another step”

He said the countdown and you took another step, which you managed better this time. You repeated the process until you were shoulder to shoulder, relieved that the beam was more static now.

“I think you should get on my shoulders--”

“Are you crazy?” You cut him off. “We’ll never manage to stack up without falling, and I’m not sure I have the upper body strength to lift the both of us holding on Dick”

“Alright, what do you suggest then?” He raised an eyebrow, slightly pressed. “We’re on a bit of a deadline here, I wouldn’t trust this beam will hold forever”

“You’re tall enough, you can jump and grab him” You began. “On my end, I’ll koala-grab you. You two should be strong enough to support each other plus me, unless you lied on your bench press records, in which case, you should tell me now”

“We didn’t lie,” He hurried to say. “We can definitely carry you”

“Yeah, we can!” Dick scoffed as he reached for the trapeze. “Just wait and see”

“I’m dying to” You muttered, rolling your eyes.

“So I’ll go back and forth a few times to gain momentum” He said, returning to the matter at hand. “Then I’ll flip upside down and pick you up. There’s a platform on the other side, so it’s your job to grab it, Tiny wing”

“Got it”

“We have one chance at this” Jason said. “So nobody screws up or I’ll kill you”

“Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted” You said, taking a breath.

“Would you capture it, or just let it slip?” Dick completed without hesitation.

“There are no words in the english language to express how much I hate you both”

“We know, and we love you too” Dick grinned as he stood up and threw himself off the platform, grabbing the trapeze on the way. Like he said he would, he gained momentum by swinging himself back and forth, then flipped himself and let his hand down for Jason to grab. “Now would be a good time”

Jason didn’t need to be told twice, jumping and grabbing Dick’s arms as he passed above his head. You felt the balance tilt under you, but you held onto his waist before you could fall with the beam. You tried to grab onto the platform, but your grip slipped under the weight you had to hold back against the pull back from the swing.

“Fuck!” You yelled as you were thrown into another swing.

“Can we make it next swing?” Jason asked, his voice strained with the effort.

“Barely!” Dick was even worse, his face red from holding you both.

“Shit fuck” You swore as the plateform came into view again. You let out a strangled scream as you stretched yourself to grab the ledge and forced yourself to hold on through the recoil from the movement down. You crawled up the platform, pulling both Jason and Dick behind you. Your forearms and elbows scraped against the wood, giving you about a thousand splinters, but you kept going on, not loosening your legs’ grip on Jason either. Finally, you got far enough to get Jason on there with you, which at his turn, helped Dick up.

You panted, trying to ignore the burning of probably pulled muscles at the effort. You lifted a knee up and put your arms behind your head to open your lungs as much as possible. “Aight” You said in between two breaths. “We’re so going to kill that guy”

“Imma catch my breath first” Jason held a finger up. “Then whoever’s hiding under that mask is gonna catch these hands”

“I’ve been studying the building’s layout” Dick said as he properly stood up. “It’s our typical Gotham warehouse, which means there should be a control room somewhere. We’ve been moving rooms, and we were supposed to die in this one. So logically, we would be the closest to the exit now. If we follow the vent conducts, we would technically end up there”

“Makes sense” You nodded, then smirked. “It’s open season, boys”

With that, you began climbing down the platform, away from the acid bassin. Clearly, whoever had you there didn’t intend for you to walk out of it, because the locks could barely qualify as such. Just one kick from Jason tore the door from its hinges, giving out on some sort of hallway. Silently, Dick gestured for you to split, you to the right, Jason to the left and him forward. You searched every room, making sure they were empty before getting to the next one.

You turned a corner when you heard noise, and in the middle of the hallway, someone wearing a deer mask stumbled out of a room. You smirked at them when they turned toward you, making them backtrack and turn around to run away. However, they stopped dead in their tracks when Jason appeared on the other end, cracking his knuckles. The Deer looked frantically for an exit door that didn’t involve going through either of you, and that’s when you heard it.

A chilling laugh bouncing onto the walls, its provenance unclear.

Your smirk morphed into a grin, knowing they were surrounded. You and Jason blocked the exits, and Dick was god knows where, ready to jump in literally whenever.

“Oh pal” Jason let out a low, dangerous chuckle as he advanced. “You have no idea what you got yourself into”

“Oh well, they’re about to find out, aren’t they?” You taunted, closing in on him. Like an unspoken command, you both attacked and restrained each one of their arms, pulling them on the ground and knocking the mask off to reveal a terrified man, or more like a coward without the safety of anonymity. So it was a he.

“Who are you?” He spoke, and according to your own experience, probably about to shit himself too.

“Who are we, really?” Dick asked, then dropped from the ceiling, startling the man. “You haven’t figured it out yet? I was sure you would have by now”

“I mean, we were pretty obvious” You agreed. “Wait, maybe this will help”

You covered both of your eyes to mimic a domino mask. The guy remained silent.

“Still nothing?” Dick frowned. “You really don’t know, do you?”

He shook his head.

“To be fair,” Jason began. “Last time we met all three of us with our masks, we fought so hard it cost Bruce like, 1.5 mil in damage. He was pissed”

“I’ll admit, I wouldn’t be our first choice after all that team work” You nodded.

“W-Wait, you’re--” The guy gulped. “You’re vigilantes?”

“Ding ding ding” Dick grinned.

“And you picked the crazy ones” You added through the corner of your mouth. Dick and Jason glared at you. “What? I’m just stating the facts. Had he picked Timmy or like, someone with morals--Wait. No. Tim would have cracked your skull like an egg by now. Oh god, none of us are sane”

“You’re just finding this out now?” Jason raised an eyebrow.

“Ey, I had my doubts” You shrugged. “Anyway. With Nightwing, Red Hood and Nightshade under the same roof, you plan was bound to go to shit”

“Oh god I-- I didn’t know” Now he began to cry. “I’m sorry, please I’m sorry”

“No god can help you now” Jason said casually as he grabbed the back of the man’s neck tightly. “So, what’s it gonna be?”

“What’s it gonna be?” He almost whined under the pain, confused by Jason’s words.

“I think my brother is giving you the choice of your death” Dick clarified. You knew he wasn’t necessarily keen on killing, but he was obviously not opposed for this one time. Especially since Jason or you for that matter would gladly step up to the role of the executioner. Besides, anyone who threatened him or his family in such a twisted way deserved that much of a fate for themselves.

“Acid perhaps?” You suggested.

“Hell no” Jason scoffed. “This would be begging for some sort of fucked up mutation. Again, I’m not taking the chance to create a Joker 2.0 or something just as bad. No way”

“Well, we destroyed the wheel, the cube and the bear traps…” Dick trailed off. “Which leaves…”

“The meat grinder” You and Jason said at the same time, your eyes meeting. You nodded in approval and smirked.

“Come on Jigsaw Junior, let’s take a stroll” Jason said, pulling the man up as he began thrashing and screaming for mercy.

“It’s always when the end is there that they start begging” You mused as you helped Jason drag the man. “They all talk a big game, but they can never back it up. Like man, if you’re ready to kill people, you gotta assume the consequences”

“He could at least go out with some dignity” Dick nodded as he walked ahead, peeking his head in random doors to see if this was the correct one to reach the meat grinder. “This is just pathetic”

“He’s a coward” Jason snorted, carelessly kicking the man behind the knees, then yanking him back up on his feet. Then, he paused dead in his tracks and looked down. “Did you just fucking pee your pants?”

You looked down too, only to see the rapidly growing dark stain on the crotch of his pants. You barked a laugh. “Ew. What are you, five?”

“Now this is straight up embarrassing” Dick grimaced as he kept looking for the right way. “I know ordinary citizens who've got more balls than you, and they didn’t pretend to be criminal masterminds-- Ah, there it is!”

He pushed open a door, giving onto a small space blocked off by crates. You could see the meat grinder from in between the cracks, and you wondered how in the world you hadn’t seen through that poorly built façade the first time you were in there. You met Jason’s glance, and with a half shrug of agreement, you chucked the man through the wall of crates like he was a potato sack. You watched as he fell awkwardly on hard corners, and how he got buried under half decayed wood and rusty nails poking out of it. By the way he wailed in agony, you assumed the fall was painful.

“Is anyone feeling weird doing this now?” Dick asked as he walked further into the room, watching you and Jason pick the man back up again and dragging him to the meat grinder. “I don’t know, it’s like I’m disrespecting Nightwing or something”

“Dick” You deadpanned. “He’s you”

“I know!” He threw his hands up as you reached the grinder. “But it’s just not the same, y’know? It’s not as authentic”

“He’s right” Jason nodded, looking up then down again to the man, probably evaluating how you were gonna get him up there. “My helmet’s like, 50 percent of the character. Without it I’m just a guy. A fantastic, sexy, smart, incredible guy, but still a guy”

“See, he gets it” Dick nodded in agreement as you rolled your eyes.

“You two are impossible” You shook your head. “That’s why Tim’s my favourite brother”

They both gasped in sync.

“You take that back” Dick said, offended.

“Yeah, it’s gotta be one of us” Jason frowned as he pointed between him and Dick, then between the three of you. “We’re the OGs. The pre-my-death siblings. That’s gotta count for something right?”

“Here we go again” Dick sighed.

“You couldn’t go through the whole thing without mentioning your death, could you?” You raised a critical eyebrow.

“Dude, I died!”

“Y-you act-ually died?” The man finally stuttered through his tears.

“Shut up!”

He recoiled at the sound of your three voices thundering down on him at the same time. Jason delivered a slap behind his head, then returned his attention to the argument.

“So who is it?” Dick pressed.

“Uh?”

“Your actual favourite brother!” Jason clarified.

“I told you, pinheads!” You made a face at them. “Tim doesn’t drop buildings on me, unlike some of my siblings”

“That was one time!” He defended. “And you turned out to be okay in the end!”

“I still have the scars” You replied defiantly, then turned to Dick. “And don’t you start either. I can’t feel the tips of my fingers ever since you zapped my hand with your escrima sticks. I’m pretty sure I have nerve damage”

“Yeah, because you almost carved my appendix out with your stupid curved blades” He huffed. “What goes around comes around”

“P-please just kill me now”

“You brought us all here under one roof, now you get to listen to our family issues extensively” Jason tsked at the man. “Cheer up, not many people are privy to the great backstory of us almost destroying half of Gotham”

“What actually did spark that fight?” Dick furrowed his eyebrows. “I can’t remember”

“Remember the case with Eli and Camila Wright?” You replied and he tilted his head to the side. “The whole stealing babies to sell to rich infertile parents on the black market thing. Jay thought Camila was the one pulling that shit. But I knew Eli was definitely the culprit. His record was too clean and convenient for him not to be guilty. We argued on it hard until you came in and metaphorically put oil on the fire”

“Yeah” Jason scoffed. “You swooped in and put them both in jail”

“Well it turned out they were both involved, if I remember correctly” Dick pointed out.

“They were, but that’s not the point!” You yelled back, throwing your hands up. “You came all the way from Blüdhaven on our turf to show off, then tried to put us in B’s batjail to stop us from going nuclear, which ironically enough, was what actually made us go nuclear”

“I’ll admit in hindsight it wasn’t the best idea” He scratched the back of his neck. “But we kinda were assholes though”

“Maybe” You shrugged. “At least we only damaged rich people’s stuff, which we all know doesn’t count as immoral or reprehensible”

“True” Jason nodded. “That’s actually the very reasoning behind Bruce bending over backward not to ever have us all home at the same time”

Dick jumped on the platform and grabbed the chain, looking between it and the grinder that was now turned off. “Even Alfred thinks it’s a good idea to be careful, most of the time anyway. By the way, does anyone know how to turn this grinder on?”

“Wait, what? I didn’t know about that” You frowned. “Why am I the only one not knowing about that?”

“Because even if Bruce was mad at all of us you’re still his favourite, next question” Jason said, then looked down to the Deer, who was now at the muttering prayers stage. “Which is, how do we turn your grinder on?”

“I--”

“Wait, hold on” You interrupted him. “I’m not the favourite”

“Yes you are”

Your eyes widened at their synchronized disinterested reply. “Wow”

“Let’s get back on topic, yeah? The meat grinder. On switch. Now” Jason said as he kicked the man over.

“Destroyed” He mumbled, his eyes twitching. “It’s destroyed”

“Oh for fuck sake”

“Seriously?” Dick whined as he jumped back on the ground. “You didn’t want to tell us that before we went all out to bring you here?”

“Well, that makes it less fun” You frowned, then looked down at the chain and back at Jason. “Do you want to choke him with that and dissolve his body in acid then? He’s already gonna be dead so it should be fine, right?”

“I guess we don’t have a choice,” Jason grumbled as he grabbed the chain. “He’ll have lived as a boring bitch and died as a boring bitch. Gotta respect the consistency if nothing else”

He wrapped the sturdy metal around the man’s neck and pulled.

---

“So. This is how basic criminals feel like when they dispose of a body”

Dick and Jason nodded as they watched the body sink at the bottom of the acid pool, the liquid sizzling as it already began digesting the organic component. The smell was probably the worst of it, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t already gone through before. You believed Pyg’s overall body odour had been worse.

Jason looked up first. “Well. That was some bonding time. Let’s never do this again”

Dick followed. “The bonding part or the killing part?”

“Hopefully neither, for everyone’s sake” You glanced at both of them. “But hey, maybe next time we all meet, it won’t be as chaotic. Maybe nobody will die”

“Wishful thinking, Tiny wing” Jason pursed his lips, but smiled nonetheless.

“Well, I don’t know about you two, but I’m famished” Dick said as he stretched up. “Do you wanna go grab something to eat? I’m thinking tacos”

You all looked at each other.

“We can do tacos without blowing up the place…” You trailed off tentatively. “Right?”

“Yeah” Jason agreed, then scoffed. “We can totally do that”

“Right!” Dick grinned. “Let’s go!”

#batfam fic #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #batsis #batfam

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epiemy · 2 years

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Hey! I'm glad i did this.

Warnings: Just cursing, Damian being a brat... (nothing at all).

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Older!Damian Wayne.

Word Count: 788.

A/N: I'm alive!

The moment her eyes opened in the morning (unwillingly, after all her husband had to get up early to train), she didn't think that a simple moment of stress could turn her day into real chaos.

Going back five years before you ran into Damian, you were just a meta human affected by the Star Labs explosion in Central City. Oh, and of course, the best part is that you were just a kid at the time you discovered you were a time traveler, when a good friend of your father's (a renowned scientist) named Barry Allen, made himself available to learn more about it.

After a few years, at 25 to be exact, you decided Central City was a good place for Onyx (your heroine name), but something still seemed to be missing, and that's when a new girl in a cape and high heels showed up in Gotham City. . The story of how Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne's firstborn son, hooked up with a simple girl is something for another time.

Now, you were extremely pissed at your husband. Although you rarely showed your temper at home, you were a force to be reckoned with when you were angry, and believe me, someone was going to die at that moment.

His portals to other times worked like the acceleration force for the Flash, however they just opened under his feet and it was hella confusing for his mind to get used to, accidents like what was witnessed today.

“Wayne, what the hell happened in that kitchen? How difficult is it to understand that cows and other animals are not allowed indoors for the sake of my heart and the expensive vessels we got from your father?” You yelled at Dami who was looking like a puppy, with your look down as if apologizing, and that wasn't such a common sight, he knew how much those items were worth to your emotional.

"Beloved it wasn't on purpose, they just want to play-" he tried to complete the sentence but you were completely mad and didn't want to let your feelings take over, so your powers activated... but you were supposed to be in your room, not the mansion?

"What the hell is that? Why the hell am I in the Batcave and it doesn't have that much technology?” You mumble as you land on your feet in a chair that isn't as comfortable as the current ones, when you realize that alarms have gone off and that it was possibly your fault. "Hell, it must have been that little shit Jason... I swear to the universe when I see this kid he'll turn into the Pink Panther."

You spend a few minutes mumbling about how hell your brother-in-law's life is going to be when you see him not even realizing she's been tied up with a bat rope and face a younger Bruce, Jason and Dick.

"Uh, hi?" is what she manages to say with a strange smile before coming across two suspicious faces and one flirty.

"Nightwing this is no time for flirting, the girl just broke into the fucking Batcave" Jason yelled slapping himself across the face.

"The four of us know this isn't possible for our dear Little Wings" you mumble earning a surprised look from the two youngsters and an angry one from Bruce.

"Sn, 15 years old, lives in Central City and watches the streets by the name of Onyx..." - you interrupt Bruce with his thoughts without noticing the other two family members who appeared in their Robin and Red Robin suits - " oh shit I went back ten years, this time it was a lot longer than I'm used to... I'll kill you Damian Al-Ghul Wayne, you fucking brat"

It is only after an indignant hiss from the youngest that you realize the presence of the most insolent version of your husband, turning angrily to him, even knowing that the young man has no idea what is happening, shouting:

"When I get back to our fucking time, you're going to sleep on the street, I swear if you keep wrapping that katana in your hand I'm going to shove it-" you're cut off by a loud laugh coming from the cave entrance, big Barry resolved appear after being threatened so much by Damian.

"Flash, what's going on?" The older Wayne sounds rude, but the speedster just shrugs it off, whispers he's a thing of the future, and picks you up to carry you to his timeline.

"What just-?" Everyone was hopelessly confused, but Damian only remembered the eyes (e/c) and a look of determination crossed his features.

"Dad, give me the coordinates of where she lives in Central City"

#damian wayne #dc #dick grayson #tim drake #dc comcis #the flash #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x reader

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shes-ghostface · 3 years

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Hello is my first time here and I would like to place an order, if you are accepting of course!

What would it be like if Jason, Brahms and Harry Wander went to Dead by Daylight with their beloved (reader)? How would they react in an ordeal, did they sacrifice their beloved one or save? And the intimate moments? Would the boys be jealous if the reader befriended the other survivors?

Welcome! Glad to have you here 🤍 this is an interesting ask! (slight nsfw)

Brahms Heelshire: Brahms would sacrifice everyone else and save you for last, he’d make sure you seen how brutal he can be, though. Every sacrifice he made he would want you to see how easy it was for him to knock them down with his bare hands, and how he lifted them onto the hooks with no effort at all. He likes to show off his strength and impress you, seeing you fidget nervously because you know how easily he could break your body in a second if he wanted to, turns him on. He wouldn’t sacrifice you, he can’t bring himself to do it. He treasures you too much, you’re his little angel. But of course, it’s Brahms. So he’s expecting a reward for letting you live, he won’t be nice if he isn’t getting anything back in return.

When it comes to being intimate, Brahms is really sweet. He’ll often hold both of your hands whilst pressing the forehead of his mask against yours, staring into your eyes. Often lays you down in his lap and runs a hand through your hair, the other lightly tracing across your cheek, his gaze never leaving you. He will want this in return too, he loves laying in your lap. Having all your attention on him, that’s all he wants. As you trace your hands across his large forearms, he will often lean up to caress your face and bring it down far enough so that he can ‘kiss’ you, which means him pressing his mask against your lips as you do the kissing. If you try to get up before he has had enough attention from you he will grab you and refuse to let you move, he is a brat after all, and you will do as he says.

Brahms, jealous? A l w a y s. If anyone even looks at you he feels the rage building up inside of him, you are his and his alone. If anyone touches you, that’s a whole other story. They won’t be alive within the next five minutes, that’s for sure. Jake healed you during a trial once, and when Brahms seen this he lost it. Seeing someone else touching your skin and bandaging you made him snap. You had never seen Brahms move so fast, every inch of his body was tensed up and his breathing was erratically heavy. He grabbed Jake by the neck with both hands, snapping it instantly. He turned to you, stepping inches in front of your face, looming over you, his chest heaving up and down furiously. You were in trouble.

Jason Voorhees: Jason would never sacrifice you. You’re everything to him and the thought of any harm coming to you tears him apart. All he wants to do is protect you. When you’re in other trials, all he does is worry. He knows how ruthless the other killers can be. He’s gotten into fights with some of the others numerous times after seeing the state you come back in. The entity has to break up the fights every time because of how ridiculously strong Jason is, even the other killers find it tough to fight him off. Especially when he’s in a fit of rage. When you’re in trials with him, he makes it his top priority to prevent you from seeing him hurt the other survivors, he thinks you’re too precious to see anything like that. He wants to protect you both mentally and physically. He doesn’t care if he gets in trouble with the entity, he’s giving you hatch. As long as you’re safe that’s all that matters.

Jason is very intimate, no matter what, he will be holding your hand every chance he gets. All he ever wants to do is hold you in his arms and feel you against him. Having your scent around him brings him peace and makes him feel at home. He will always have you sit in his lap with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you secured to him, this is his favourite way of holding you, he knows no one could hurt you or take you from him when you’re in his arms. When you look to him you feel his whole being loosen up, you really are his weakness and he knows he would be so lost without you. When he knows you’ll be coming back from a trial, he gathers what flowers he can for when you get back to make you feel better. His mother taught him that if he cared for someone, flowers always showed them that you were thinking of them. Soon as you step in the door he will come up to you and open his arms, waiting for you to melt into him so he can embrace you tenderly. He always wants ‘face’ kisses from you, every few minutes you will hear a tapping noise and when you look to him he will be tapping his mask imploring you to kiss him.

Jason will get jealous very fast, his jealousy is in an insecure sense. He thinks you will start to enjoy the other survivors company more than his and find them more attractive. He hasn’t exactly had the best experience with anyone aside from you and his mother, so he thinks everyone is out to make fun of the way he looks or is out to hurt him. He doesn’t necessarily care about all that stuff now, but it does still affect him in some ways. He want’s you all to himself, the only thing he is scared of, is losing you. He thinks that the other survivors will persuade you into not seeing him anymore. This of course makes him angry, which causes him to lash out on the survivors he sees you talking to a lot. He will make them suffer by throwing them through walls and making them bleed out in pain, or crushing their skulls under his boot. Of course he won’t allow you to see this, the other survivors tell you. But you don’t mind, Jason is everything to you, as you are to him. You have to reassure him a lot, when you hear he’s lashed out in trials again, you approach him slowly whilst telling him how much you have missed him and that you aren’t going anywhere. He responds by looking to the floor, he knows you know what he did. He doesn’t want you to look at him as a ruthless killer, which you always tell him you don’t. But you’re used to him needing constant reassurance. Placing both your hands on the cheeks of his mask and staring into his eyes whilst telling him how much you love him and that no one else matters soothes him, for a while. He gets lost in your eyes every single time and nothing can make him feel the way you do when you look up at him.

Harry Warden: Now Harry, he will sacrifice you. He does what he has to, he knows you’re not actually going to die if he hooks or mori’s you. He loves seeing your blood smeared across your skin, seeing it drip off of the tip of his pickaxe. Seeing you so helpless is a turn on for him, considering he is a major dom. Knowing how easy it is to have you at his mercy, he loves it. He saves you for last so that your blood is the last thing to be splattered over his gloves and overalls. After trials he won’t even clean himself up or wash his clothes, he loves having your blood smeared on him. The smell, the look of it, it intoxicates him.

Harry isn’t the most intimate guy, he doesn’t like to be smothered much. But there is times when he craves you and your touch, your scent, your voice. He isn’t the shy to show you just how much he is craving you either, he will abruptly stop whatever he is doing and grab you by your arm, dragging you into him so he can hold you. He never says anything, all you hear is that heavy breathing of his, and feel his chest moving in and out as his arms tightly slither around you, securing you to him. He likes to hear you talk about your trials, especially the ones in which he killed you. That, combined with your voice which he loves so much, arouses him. He will take you whenever, and wherever you both are, whether you’re ready for him or not.

Jealous should be Harry’s middle name. He is beyond possessive of you, he knows what people want and look for. Given his history, he hates anything to do with seeing others flirt or being lovey dovey. Valentines Day is his least favourite time of the year. So if he see’s anyone being too friendly with you or looking at you in a certain way, he is gonna make sure his pickaxe finds it’s way into their skull. One time, he seen you in the distance on a generator with Nea, as he was heading towards the two of you, he heard Nea say you looked good and that she liked your outfit, he didn’t like hearing that, not one bit. All you heard was loud footsteps approaching, along with his heavy, rattled breathing under his gas mask, followed by the sound of Nea’s skull cracking due to the impact of Harry’s pickaxe colliding with it. He didn’t stop there, though. She was dead immediately from the first swing, but he was furious. How dare she compliment what belonged to him, one hit wasn’t enough to rid him of his fury. He continued to pound her skull into smithereens, flesh, blood and bone flying everywhere, splattering your face. You looked up at him, his breathing erratic, his body so tense, his gloved hands gripping his pickaxe so tight that you could hear the leather of his gloves pulling against the wooden handle. He wanted you to see it, he wanted you to see the consequences of you allowing others to speak to you in such a manner. You’re his and he’s going to make sure you know it, no matter how, or where, he has to drill it into you.

Thank you for this ask! I enjoyed writing for these three, I hope this is what you were asking for and you like it! 🤍

#brahms heelshire #jason voorhees #harry warden #slasher x reader #dead by daylight

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Light Of My Life Jason Todd x Reader

LINK TO PT 2

Words: 2.7k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello! May I have a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is a really powerful superhero from the avengers and is well known and she met Jason when she was hopping on rooftops in Gotham (for fun idk haha) and the reader feels lonely and they bond over that with Jason and they start dating and when Jason’s brothers find out they’re dating (a few months later) they freak out and say things like “YOURE DATING THEM?! How did this happen?!” Thank you!”

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

Ok so I took this as a new avenger I hope that’s okay :). It’s mostly selfish that I wanted to write my own badass hero for Jason to simp for... can you blame me? She’s basically a heroin Livewire for those of you that watched Supergirl. Also you really set me up for a long fic so strap in anon, you did this to yourself by giving me an amazing request! Hope you enjoy! xoxo

“You’re kidding right. Gotham? Mr. Seclusive Bat Brat’s turf? Not a chance in hell.” you groaned hearing your newest mission. “Sorry Y/H/N you’re headed to nut-case capital” your comm buzzed back and you rolled your eyes. At least it was a short trip right? Confirm with Dr. Strange exactly the newest magical item you needed to look for, find it, and get out. Maybe zap a couple villains for shits n giggles. Grabbing your motorcycle you headed out, praying for a short trip.

Arriving at your hotel you began to set up, having powers meant no bulky suit which was nice but Strange had set you up with about a million photos, books, and what looked like scrolls about a stupid helmet. Apparently all the helmet did was let the wearer float and see in the damn dark, half of the avengers could do that shit already. But when THE Dr. Strange makes a request of the Avengers, they comply.

You’d heard about a drug leader with an eye for shiny objects, and you decided to start there hoping you could really give him a show. Waiting for night to fall you headed out, appreciating the constantly terrible weather in Gotham, lightning cracked in the sky exhilarating you, taking it as a sign from your gods that they liked this mission you felt the electricity run through your veins as you sped towards the ring a friend of yours had tipped you off about. Propping your bike up on the side of the building you felt the electricity dancing through the wires of the building and you zapped into them, travelling in to the main room.

Jason just about pissed his pants. He watched this hot motorcycle chick park her (sexy ass) bike outside the drug ring he was busting that night and right when he was about to put on some Red Hood Charm™ he watched her turn into a giant spart and shoot into the building through the camera system. Realizing she was going to do his job for her he decided to watch from above, trying to figure out who the mystery meta was. As he sat perched on the top of the building he couldn’t help but hope it was Y/H/N, one of the most prominent new Avengers but what was she doing in Gotham? Regardless he sat, ready for the lightshow.

What you saw inside the building was horrific. Disgusting men were throwing cash around to take home young, terrified girls. Disregarding the mission at hand you flashed into the middle of the “show”. Immediately guns were out but that had never stopped you. Dissapaiting into one of the lights you enjoyed how some of the men shrieked at your powers. “Shit dog I think it’s Y/H/N but what’s she doin in Gotham?” never able to pass an opportunity to boast you appeared behind the group smirking “hey boys. Don’t there girls look a little young for you? That said, you should let them go or I’ll get angry. And you’d be shocked with how angry I can get - literally.” you held up a hand letting sparks dance in you palm. What you didn’t expect was to see a blundering idiot in a red mask crash through the ceiling.

Before you could light him up he called “uh hey! It’s Y/H/N right? Big fan. Red Hood pleasure to meet you. See, this is usually my territory, drugs and all, but I’d be happy to share with a lovely lady like you so-” you scoffed. “Shut up BatBrat I don’t intend on swinging minor league with you tonight, I just want these girls out of here and to talk with you” you gestured to the drug lord, annoyed this Red Batman or whatever his name is was getting in your way. “Minor leagues huh? Princess if you think this is any type of game you’re wrong, we don’t play by the rules here.” and he pulled out two guns and began firing. This shocked you. You thought the bats held the same standards as the majority of the Avengers, no killing. This clearly went down the drain as you watched him blow the brains out of the majority of the drug dealers.

Deciding this wasn’t the night for you to successfully capture the man you needed, especially because Stark would kill you if you got in a fight with another vigilante on an away mission. While Red Mask went hand to hand with the guards you helped the girls escape, shooing them towards the exit and making them promise to be safer. After securing the public’s safety you took a moment to watch Red Armour fight. He was trained you had to admit, he ducked and punched like he’d been doing in for years, he was refined in skill but reckless and practice, it was fascinating. “You gonna help or is that not in the Avenger’s handbook?” you smirked as he got pinned by a couple guards. As he was preoccupied you zapped to the drug lord, shocking him enough to put him down long enough to move him. Forming an electric rope around his limbs you began dragging him out. “Sorry RedBat I got what I came for, you make a good side kick though” with a wink you walked out, not before hearing him shout “ITS RED HOOD SPARKY”

In one of the Avenger’s safe houses you’d tied up your captive. “This is super easy buddy, all I need to know is where to find the Helmet of Razadazar” what a stupid fucking name, it doesn’t even sound cool. Knowing he’d feign innocence you prepared yourself for light, pleasure for you, not so much for him...

“You’re. Lying. Todd.” Tim’s fingers flew across the BatComputer. “Y/H/N in Gotham? EPIC!” Jason rolled his eyes. “Drake she definitely wasn’t all that amazing, plus she gave the impression she wasn’t long for Gotham so it’s probably nothing. Newbie training for the A list.” Tim sighed, Jason was probably right, the Avengers left Gotham to Batman, no one wanted a piece of it. “Alright, but you gotta tell me everything, I think she shorted all the camera footage so you better use all the detail.” Jason agreed, secretly excited to recount his experience, maybe fangirl a little. All he knew was that he was going to find you, the only game he wanted to play was chasing you.

After taking a short lecture from Captain A about aggressive torture techniques and why they should be AVOIDED you had gotten your answer. Apparently an underground auction with other-worldly treasures was the place to be. At least Gotham’s wealthy were making everything easy for you tonight.

Jason adjusted his bowtie as he waited to enter the auction. Attending as Bruce Wayne was easy, he did owe Damian a barn now, but it was a worthy pay off for Damian to endure some father-son time as a cover up while Jason played billionaire. Finding an excuse to go other than finding Y/H/N wasn’t hard either, and now here he was, hoping you’d stand out. Let’s just say fate helped a little.

Sitting at a table with your fake identity as Ms. Stark was equally as easy. Excited to be meeting Mr. Wayne the Gothamite who was seated next to you. As he sat down he looked younger than the paparazzi pictures showed. You stuck out a hand to shake and he took it gently, kissing it, to your surprise. He looked at your smirking, “looking lovely tonight Sparky” you’re jaw dropped. Mr. Wayne I had no idea Red Cap was your speed” you whispered, shocked, but slightly comforted to know you had your sidekick here.”It’s. Red. Hood. And just as you Ms. Stark, this identity is not my own.” it made sense, but it was still impressive.

Having exchanged pleasantries with the table the auction began. Item after item went, you and Hood slid in low bets to seem interested, but you wondered why he had came. Then the helmet was up. You sucked in a breath knowing the plan was to win the bid then snatch the helmet. You bid politely against someone at table 37 until it was yours. “Going once” “Going twi-” the auctioneer stopped as Mr. Wayne raised his paddle, tripling your bet. The auctioneer looked shocked at the amount, not letting you bid again before he shouted “SOLD to the sir at table 14!” For the second time that night your jaw dropped. “I need that helmet!” you whisper yelled. “That old thing? Sure princess. You just have to get dinner with me tomorrow” you realized he just spent millions and millions of dollars just to win your time. “Deal” you hissed.

Jason decided not to tell his brothers about his date. Feeling like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity he wasn’t ruining it. After hiding the helmet in the BatCave he was waiting for you at a candle lit table for two. When you walked in he knew it was love at first sight. Sitting down across from him you smirked. “You clean up nice..” he finished for you “Todd. Jason Todd.” taken aback you’d heard about him, the kid that lived, part of the Wayne family. “Well if we’re going real names Mr. Todd what do I have to lose, y/n l/n” you smiled, drinking in his appearance. He was dashing you had to admit, confident and laidback it was alluring. “Beautiful name to fit a gorgeous girl” he winked, to your shock, making you blush.

The two of you spent the night throwing snide comments, compliments, and flirtation between you. Something about Jason just clicked, it felt right. After hours at the table you and Jason went for a walk around Gotham while he showed you his most memorable spots. Somehow the two of you wound up on the top of a skyscraper staring at the stars. Finally having a person who understood the burden of heroism but wasn’t judging you for being new was refreshing. Only knowing each other for hours it felt like it had been years, confiding in each other about some of your deepest secrets. Jason was amazed with your powers, but you explained that they were hard to control, bottling electricity up in anything was difficult, batteries rotted, lightbulbs broke, and sometimes it felt like you were no different. He watched as you showed him how sparks danced across you skin and though he didn’t tell you, they’d been sizzling around you since dinner, an aura vibrating around you as you laughed, cried, and smiled with him.

“So Lightning McQueen, what do the sparks do when you’re happy?” you grimaced at another of his nicknames and explained how they crackle and pop sometimes taking on certain weather-like patterns. “Huh, well let’s see some lightning then” Jason grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest, using the other hand to lift your eyes to meet his as he leaned in. You sped up the process, hands wrapping around his neck, crashing his lips on yours. He was right, lightning struck across the sky as sparks danced between the two of you. Pulling away he grinned as he breathlessly looked at you. “Beautiful” You pulled him in for more, deciding maybe Gotham wasn’t so bad if he was here.

“Why does Y/H/N always get the Gotham missions?” Peter Parker groaned. “Well seeing as she practically lives there it’s easy” the rest of the gang retorted as you blushed. “I guess I just really like the weather” you grinned while everyone rolled their eyes knowing the reason Gotham was having more lightning than ever was no coincidence.

“Honey I’m homeeeeee” you squealed as you zapped into your kitchen. Jason had learned not to be alarmed when you appeared out of thin air and he opened his arms as you fell into his embrace. “Hello to my favorite double A” he grinned when you gave him a zap, he knew you loved all his nicknames. He pulled you out of his embrace looking you dead in the eyes. “Sparky it’s time you meet my family, you know Tim is going to kill me for hiding you” You were so excited, timing never aligned or one of you was injured or not on Earth but finally, it was time to meet the family.

You’d snuck into the manor before, but everytime it seemed to get bigger. Jason squeezed your hand warning you about how annoying his family was. As you entered you took in everything. The cutest little boy was chasing a grown man with a sword, a teenage boy sat on a kitchen cupboard shotgunning an energy drink, all while a nice elderly man chopped carrots calmly in the kitchen. Breaking the silence you began to name each boy “Uh hi guys! I’m y/n you probably know me as Y/H/N but I’m so excited to be here! I’m guessing Damian, Dick, Tim, and the wonderful Alfred!” all the boys froze. Alfred smiled and continued chopping. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god” Tim jumped off the cupboard wide eyed staring at you. “Todd how do you know her?” Dick looked at you, shocked to see an Avenger not in costume next to his brother.

“Actually guys I’ve known Y/N for a while, remember Tim that night? We’ve kept in touch since and I’m lucky enough to be her boyfriend!” Jason kissed you on the cheek and immediately Tim passed out. As Dick poured water on the teen Damian walked up to you and you bent down to look him eye to eye. “Prove you’re Y/H/N because I don’t believe Todd could pull a famous hero like Y/H/N” Jason started “No y/n it’s fine” but you wanted to make a good impression so you zapped into the light fixture, counted to 5, then appeared on the cupboard Tim had been on, only to zap back nex tot Jason. “TT I’m impressed Todd. Y/n let me say I’m impressed with your recent activity with the Avengers. I know what it is like to be surrounded by older, entitled idiots.” Damian stuck out a tiny hand and you shook it, making sure to give him a little shock.

Having woken up Tim began rapid fire questions. “So Todd lied you’re here? And you like him? Can I just say you’re so cool. Would you let me run some tests on your powers? What’s the biggest lightshow you’ve done? What is spiderman like? I feel like I’m quicker than him but I don’t know. Do you love Jason?” you tried to take in all the questions. “Yes I’m here, yes, thank you, sure I guess, biggest was cracking a small moon in half - don’t asl I was mad, spidey is cool kind of a dweeb but, he’s pretty quick but I haven’t seen you, and yes I do love Jason” you took a deep breath. Jason smiled at you, glad you could keep up with Tim’s q & a. Suddenly Tim grabbed Dick’s arm and started running to the BatCave, “okay y/n I’m gonna go set up some tests come down in a minute. Todd you lucky asshole you bring her down in five okay?” before you could reply he was gone.

Taking a deep breath Jason wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so glad you can deal with them, but if Drake gets really bad knock him out cold” you chuckled, knowing that dealing with the Wayne’s was more difficult for Jason than it was for you. “Anything for you babe” you grinned. “Always the light of my life y/n” you rolled your eyes knowing the jokes would never stop, one of the many reasons you loved Red Hood with all your heart.

haha I never do A/N but do y’all get the pun in the title hehehehe wow I need to go to bed. Also check out the pun in my masterlist lolz. Now, dear reader, that you read this post we have an inside joke together hehe... love you! xoxo

#jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff #red hood #red hood x reader #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #avengers #dc x marvel #batboys

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thorne93 · 3 years

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History Repeats (Part 1)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak

Word Count: 1562

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong

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“I wanted a room with two queens and an east facing window!” the woman with short, curled hair informed for the tenth time, her face already beet red as she yelled at you.

“Ma’am, I am sorry. I see we booked you with two queens and you’ll be on our seventh floor, with a south facing window,” you started to explain calmly.

“Does south sound like east to you? Jesus Christ, where do they hire you lazy brats?” she asked.

Your poker face didn’t waiver though. You didn’t close your eyes, or take a deep breath, or shake your head slightly. You continued to smile and apologize.

“You’re absolutely right, ma’am. But with the awards in the city and the influx of visitors for the winter--”

“I don’t care if all of Europe is here, I booked this trip over three months ago! My room should be available to me now!” she shouted, causing other patrons in the nearly full lobby to stare at the two of you.

That was the good and bad thing about being a hotel right outside the city center, just on the outskirts. You didn’t get entirely booked a lot, but on rare occasions you did, it meant something.

You had been asked to step in for your coworker Danielle, when the woman found out she wasn’t on an east facing window. You’d been going back and forth with her for over twenty minutes now, her screaming in your face. This wasn’t super atypical as a hotel manager. Angry patrons of the hotel, confused guests, exhausted tourists, frustrated honeymooners...It was your job to ensure every stay here was a pleasant one, and you did want that. Why wouldn't you? But on some days, people like Mrs. Taucht here really wore on your nerves. Why did people have to be so cruel and mean when all you were doing was trying to provide them with excellent service?

Smiling your best customer smile, you offered sweetly, “I am terribly sorry. I can refund you some of your money and perhaps you could take the south facing room, and as soon as an east facing room is available I’ll inform you.”

“Some?! Some of my money?” she shrieked, shaking her head. “I want all of my money back and free room service! This is absolutely ridiculous.” She turned to look to another guest waiting to check in. “Do you believe this?” she asked him, and you’d been so preoccupied focusing on her, you hadn’t noticed that the lobby was so getting backed up. You quickly turned to Danielle.

“Open up check in five, and start taking everyone from this line immediately. Check everyone in as fast as you can,” you quietly spoke to her as Mrs. Taucht ranted to the man in the line behind her.

Danielle nodded and waved everyone over from your line, telling them that she could help them at the end of the counter, while Todd, Eric, and Trish helped as quickly as they could on their lanes.

“Actually, I can,” the man with golden hair responded politely. “I’ve been to this city many times and you wouldn’t believe how crowded it can get and how fast,” he informed.

“But I made these reservation months ago,” she reiterated.

“Well, with all respect, ma’am, you do have a room,” the guest retorted. “It’s just not the one you wanted. If I were you, I would ask for a full refund of your room, take that, and go the room they have booked for you. I would prefer any room, to standing here in the lobby, shouting at the manager…But that’s just me.”

Mrs. Taucht stared at the man, then turned back to you slowly. “What he said,” she sighed. “Can you give me the full refund and forget the room?”

“Absolutely, ma’am. It was our mistake, and I do apologize. I will throw in free breakfast every day for your stay, for your patience and understanding. Is that alright?”

She nodded her head side to side. “I would say that’s fair. Thank you.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I will get to work on this refund for you, and it’ll be settled when you leave, okay?” you sweetly said.

“Alright.”

At that, she took her things and left, heading for the elevators to the rooms. You wanted to take a deep breath, but refrained, trying to keep composure for the nice guest that was next.

“Just a moment, sir, let me enter some notes for her account,” you said politely before clacking in all the notes for you to finish later tonight. “I deeply apologize for that. I know you’ve been waiting and now you’re about to wait more.” You let a small laugh out, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I’m in no rush, besides, you’ve got your hands full,” he said with a sideways grin. He was rather handsome, now that he was closer. Warm, brown eyes, dark blonde hair, a reserved smile...But something about him seemed familiar. He had said he stayed in the city a lot. Maybe he’d checked in once before. But...his face didn’t look like one you’d forget.

“You noticed that, hmm?” you asked with a bigger laugh.

“Hard to miss,” he remarked.

“Too true. Thank you, for putting in a good word for me, there, by the way,” you said. This random man had no reason to stick up for you or make your job or day easier.

“Oh it was nothing. I was just trying to get her to move so I could get checked in,” he said evenly.

The humor whisked away from you as you nodded, realizing he wasn’t really helping you.

“Right,” you concurred, as you finished up the notes, your eyes shooting down to the computer screen.

He leaned forward and smiled at you. “I’m joking. I was happy to help.”

Your eyes flitted back up to him as a giant grin spread across your face. This was new for you, unusual. People didn’t really go out of their way to help you. You were a bit of a wallflower all your life. Not an outcast, but not the brightest star. You were the girl that no one picked out of a crowd. You were the girl that was overlooked, rather than looked over. It wasn’t so much your looks, you’d always felt you looked average. But that was the problem: you were average. Average looks, average grades, average car, average education. Nothing about you was stellar.

Maybe that’s why Jason had left. Your boyfriend of two years had decided to dump you five days ago, just after the new year. What a way to kick it off…

“Well thank you, again. What name is your reservation under?” you asked as you queued to the page to look up check ins.

“Hayden...Christensen,” he warmly informed, seeming to hesitate though.

You smiled and nodded. “Ah. Found you. Two queens, sixth floor, room 602. Is that alright?”

“As long as it has a bed and a TV, I could care less,” he said with a shrug and a smile.

“Simple man?” you lightly inquired as you got out his room keys and began to scan the code to them.

“Relatively,” he replied with another shrug. “You? Simple woman?” he asked.

“In some ways, yeah, I’d like to think so,” you said, contemplating.

“And in others?” he inquires.

“Well...none of us are simple, are we?” you questioned, a bit of ominimity in your voice.

He nodded slightly. “I suppose that’s true.”

You stared at him a moment longer, not exactly realizing you were staring until it became awkward and you realized you needed to hand him the room keys and information.

“Ah! Here are your keys, here is a brochure to the spa, restaurants, and room service. Here is the number to the concierge, the manager--me, and the hotel operator,” you said, pointing at everything with a pen.

“Thank you very much,” he said, taking his cards and the pamphlet.

“Any time, sir. I’m Y/N if you need anything, or if you need a manager, feel free to give me a call at any time,” you said warmly. Typically, you didn’t lay on that extra charm unless a customer was overtly rude or incredibly nice, and in this case he was incredibly nice, very handsome, and you still had this gnawing feeling that you’d seen him somewhere before. Therefore, if he was a returning patron to the hotel, you wanted to make him feel extra special.

“Will do. Thanks,” he said as he grabbed his bags, waved to you, and took off toward the elevators.

Once he was out of sight, you dealt with the new family coming up to check in and your day continued as usual. The rest of the shift, you were racking your brain trying to remember where you’d seen him from. You couldn’t place it at all, and that bothered you because typically you didn’t forget a face. After awhile though, you shrugged it off, figuring it would come to you later.

In your down time, after verifying the room service orders were fulfilled, requests were taken care of, and the kitchen staff was on schedule, you sat down and began playing around with some music, scribbling down some lyrics in your ratty notebook that you carried with you everywhere.

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thanks-captain-obvious · 4 years

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Anddddd now I'm back for another Daminette hc's. God, please someone stop me

Part 1

First of all, Chat Noir is a cute smol bean here. He is not a bad potato.

Second, he and LB had been fighting Hawkmoth for three years. The public and the Mayor's office had been pressuring them to put a stop to Hawkmoth's reign once and for all or else they will label the heroes as enemies.

They are sixteen fucking years old for God's sake.

Anyway, another lead has made Marinette suspect Gabriel once again. On the other side of Paris, Hawkmoth had suspected one Marinette Dupain-Cheng as the girl behind the Miraculous Ladybug of Paris at the same time.

Shit is getting real.

Marinette decided to make her own covert investigation, deciding to keep it a secret even to Chat Noir until she had more solid proof.

She tracked down the areas where the civilians gets akumatized, the time of day etc. She also asked Max to teach her some tech hacks.

Finally, she had gathered enough evidence and presented it to Chat Noir.

Her presentation had been met with cynicism at first. Eventually, Chat had to admit that she has a point.

Gabriel, on the other hand, during all this time, had hired some man to tail Marinette.

Needless to say, Marinette had discovered Hawkmoth's identity the same time Gabriel had known Ladybug's identity.

The two heroes attacked Gabriel in his mansion. The fight had been gruesome and brutal.

Gabriel, admitting defeat bitterly, decided to kill than to get caught by the police.

But not before laughing bitterly then maniacally.

Gabriel aka Hawkmoth, now irredeemably evil, revealed that earlier this day, sent hired arsonists to the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

Ladybug, abandoning the fight and leaving Chat to deal with the police, with her heart pounding rushed to her home.

Only to find out her home now gone. She frantically tried to look for her parents, hysterical.

The firefighters found the burned bodies of her parents. LB kneeled numbly on the ground. At first the people looked incertain why she is acting like that. Until they heard her continually chanting "Maman, Papa..."

It was on this that she accidentally outed her identity.

So a funeral is held, Marinette is numb to everything. Lila had somehow been apprehended and connected to Hawkmoth by the police.

Chat Noir disappeared without a trace but before leaving her a letter that he heard rumors about her identity. He revealed he is Adrien Agreste to make it fair. But for now, he decided to distanced himself from her because he don't think he can handle any more trauma now and identity reveal would be an added shock.

I mean, come on. He's only human. Let's not give him shit for this.

Marinette realized Chadrien is right. Maybe what they needed is distance away from all this to sort their thoughts out.

And so, donning the horse miraculous, she requested to Kaalki to bring her in a place that greatly opposes everything that the City of Love represents.

Welcome to Gotham!

She bought herself a tiny apartment and set up what little belongings she has with her person there.

Marinette tried to live simply and normal. Whenever there is a villain attack, she would watch from the sidelines and prepare to intervene if necessary.

She would also randomly leave cookies and milk on the rooftop of her apartment.

Anyway, somehow someway, Batman met Marinette.

After six months of knowing her, Batman asked her about family and Marinette mentioned as casual as possible that she is an orphan and they died in the fire.

The next day, Marinette received a letter in the mail about an exclusive invitation by Bruce Wayne.

And somehow, by the end of the dinner, Bruce had adopted her.

What?

The next day, Bruce introduced her to the family.

Alfred: I shall start preparing her chambers then.

Dick: *facepalms*

Jason: Are you fucking serious!? (ALFRED IN THE BACKGROUND: MASTER JASON!)

Tim: *blinks*

Damian: *scowls*

By the end of the day, everybody in the manor is putty in her hands. And Alfred may have or may have not a new favorite Wayne.

Everyone is delighted by the new Wayne except Damian.

This resulted on a big fight.

Damian tried to convince his father otherwise but Bruce is determined to adopt her. So for the course of one month, Damian picked fights with Marinette.

Marinette ignored him to the eternal frustration of the youngest Bat Brat.

Until one day, Marinette asked for Bruce permission's to sketch on the museum.

Later that day, Bruce received a report an attack is happening on the museum.

The Batfam, even Robin, is a little worried for the newest Wayne.

Their worry increased tenfold when they noticed that Scarecrow is holding Marinette hostage.

Nghtwing and Red Robin is holding back an angry Red Hood.

Only Robin noticed that Marinette is being eerily calmed about being held hostage.

The Batfam surrounded Scarecrow and in desperation, injected Marinette with the fear toxin.

They awaited in baited breath of what is sure to come a terrified scream from the tiny petite girl.

Except: It never came.

Her eyes only widened for a moment before it settled into its calmed blue sapphires.

What the fuck?

Anyway, after the attack and once Scarecrow is apprehended, Red Hood insisted they still use the antidote on Marinette.

That night, everyone on the manor had watched Marinette discreetly.

Bruce called for Marinette in his study and asked her about the attack.

She swear over and over again that she is okay and there is nothing to worry about.

Meanwhile, Tim run reports about Marinette only for his search to turn out empty.

This raised suspicion about Marinette and her past.

They first asked Bruce since he is the one who met her first. He explained what he know which isn't much.

Marinette noticed their change in attitude but did not say anything. Only Damian remained consistent— still picking fights. Which isn't much since she usually ignore him.

Damian, on his way to the Batcave for their nightly patrols, passed Marinette room only to hear silent sobs.

Alarmed, he kicked the door open to find a sleeping Marinette crying in her sleep.

Marinette jolted and scowled when she noticed Damian. Before he could demand why she is crying, Marinette turned her back on him and covered herself in blanket.

Damian kept silent on what he found but the Batfam definitely noticed Robin's weird behavior during patrol.

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thatasianstereotype · 4 years

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Father, This Is Your Future Son-In-Law.

A short little side companion fic to my Adrien x Damian series.

First: Fuck. I’m Gay.

Second: Damn, You’re Looking Fine.

Third: Shit. I Got To Deal With This Bitch (Again).

I’m still working on the fourth and final part of the series (it won’t be as long of a wait as Part 3). But I wanted to write how the Batfam reacted to their youngest suddenly getting a boyfriend while abroad.

Creative liberties were taken. Also, this is a crack writing.

The Demon Spawn who has gotten better at not attacking people at first sight but still just tolerates people. And his holier-than-thou attitude is still there with his love for throwing insults around like free candy.

This is the kid that manages to snag a pure cinnamon roll sunshine as a boyfriend?

This angry grumpy child?

Needless to say, the Batfam is in disbelief.

“What?” Bruce thought that the Teen Titans mission in Europe was done. “Why do you want to stay in Paris longer? Is something wrong?”

“No Father. I have simply found someone I wish to court. I will be spending time in Paris to see how best to present myself as an exceptional suitor that is all. Give my regards to Grayson that I will be missing Family Night but that I will make it up by introducing him to his future brother-in-law soon.”

Bruce was too much in shock to answer when Damian hung up.

“DICK!”

“I think it’s cute that Dami is getting a boyfriend.”

“Dick, you oblivious and naive child, you are completely missing the point.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m pretty sure Damian isn’t actually going to marry someone right now.”

“He said ‘future brother-in-law’ inferring that this courtship he wants to initiate will end in a wedding.”

“I think you are reading too much into this, B.”

“And you are not reading enough. Have I taught you nothing at all?

“You taught me paranoia.”

“I taught you to be prepared for every kind of situation.”

“Pretty sure the possibility of your 17-year-old son getting hitched in Paris can be ruled out.”

“Where did I go wrong with you?”

And Dick rolled his eyes once again at Bruce’s dramatic-ness. This. This is where Damian gets it from.

Ever the peace keeper in this dysfunctional trainwreck of a family, Dick managed to stop Bruce from flying to Paris. But much to their frustrations (even Dick’s who wanted to know who captured his baby bro’s heart), Damian did not tell them the name of his potential boyfriend.

All in all, Damian spent about two months and a half in Paris before coming back home to Gotham. And the Batfam could see a difference right away.

Damian was happy. He smiled (it was a little one but it had Dick squealing in joy) more and he was more tolerate of his brothers and schoolmates.

“We should’ve shipped him off to Paris earlier if he comes back like this.”

Tim was still staring at Damian like he was an alien. The demon spawn still insulted him every other day but hasn’t threatened to kill him at all since he came back. No ripping out his intestines to feed to the vultures or throwing him off a building for the rats to feast on. It was nice. Although a little part of him felt slightly unnerving. He doesn’t have any contingency plans involving a Nice!Damian.

Dick shook his head fondly at his little brother, taking away his coffee full of too much caffeine and replacing it with decaf. He has truly ascended to motherhood. “Well, I think it’s nice that Little D found love.”

“In the city of love. Is no one paying attention to that part?” Jason munched on one of Alfred’s cookies. “Cause I think that’s hilarious. I thought Baby Bat would’ve choked on all the happiness and bright clean air there.”

Dick whacked his arm. “Stop being mean to Dami.”

“But Dickie. It’s how I show affection.”

Adrien Agreste was the son of the supervillain Hawk Moth that have terrorizing Paris for the last 3 years. Batman was not at all pleased to hear that the Parisian heroes called for help and the Justice League turned them away. People have paid for that. Dearly.

“So his mom’s dead and his dad’s a criminal?” Jason looked over Bruce’s shoulder at the BatComputer. “Kid’ll fit right in with our family. Demon sure knows how to pick them.”

“Hnn.” Bruce grunted.

“I mean with you dating Selina, a notorious thief and doing the thing with Talia, a very dangerously lethal assassin, it’s no wonder where your son got his taste from.”

“Jason.” Bruce grunted in a warning tone.

“I mean when I’m right, I’m right.”

“Ok.” Tim started off tonight’s Family Meeting (excluding Damian), the topic being one certain ex-assassin’s love interest. “Looking further into the Agreste kid shows he clearly did not take after his villainous dad. He is one of Paris’ teenage models and have a huge fanbase dedicated to how pure and sweet he is. He is a literal walking ray of sunshine.”

“How the fuck did that sunshine child tame our literal feral demon brother?” Jason said. Always the VIP asking the important questions here.

Tim actually had an answer for that. He pulled out several charts and data on his laptop and showed it to the others. “Looking further into Adrien, I have found evidence that he is the cat-themed superhero Chat Noir. Being a loveable and touch-starved kitten appealed to the demon brat’s almost non-existent affections.”

“Timmy, Dami is capable of love.” Dick said in a disappointed voice.

“I said almost non-existent, didn’t I?” Tim waved the Mom’s disappointment away. “But you guys have got to see this.”

He pulled up a video of Chat Noir and Ladybug on the big screen. They watched him using his signature move: cataclysm. No one spoke for a few minutes as they processed the sheer destructive powers of the hero.

“You know what.” Jason broke the silence. “I have no more questions. I can kind of see how Agreste is the demon’s type.”

What baby assassin wouldn’t be turned on by the literal godly destructive powers the baby kitten held in his hands?

Dick, the only one wanting to keep things semi-PG here, smacked the back of his head.

“Baby brother.” Cass greeted. She is back home from her Hong Kong trip and heard all about the famous Adrien Agreste. She thought it was adorable and that Adrien and Damian made a cute couple.

“Hello, Cassandra.”

She peered down at the list he was currently making. She gestured towards it with a confused look.

“I am compiling a list of tasks that needs to be done before my Chaton and new sister-in-law come to Gotham. Only the best for them after all.

Her eyes lit up. “New sister?”

“Yes. My mon amour’s sister will be our new one.” He pulled out a picture of her on his phone for Cass to see. “Her name is Marinette and she will be a fine addition to the family.”

“Baby sister.” Cass said happily. She was always up for new family members.

“Yes. I imagine you two will get along the best.”

But she couldn’t help but notice that with all the preparations he is making, even if it is for his boyfriend and new sister, is a bit —how would Steph say it?— overkill.

Her coal black eyes were sharp as she observed his body language. “You very serious on this. Why?”

He can never hide anything from his sister. “I wish for them to have a good impression of our family so that their family will not be disincline to reject my proposal for marriage.”

“Marriage?” She was still quite unfamiliar with some words in English.

“It means that you will be getting another brother too.”

“We will wed.”

Dick hasn’t even finished his cereal yet. He looked over at Damian’s serious expression. “Did you even ask him yet?”

“I will present myself as an extraordinary suitor that he will be more inclined to say yes when I ask.”

“At least you’re treating your man right.”

Damian took offense. “Why wouldn’t I treat my mon amour with anything but the upmost respect and love?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Little D. I’m just glad you’re in a good relationship and from what I can see, Adrien adores you very much.”

Damian smiled. “I adore my Chaton a great deal as well. Would you like to come with me to pick out a ring?

Dick could just hear Bruce’s voice in his head saying he shouldn’t be encouraging this. But come on, this was his baby brother who grew up learning how to hurt people finding a precious loving relationship for himself and he will be damned if he doesn’t support this.

“Of course. I’ll be honored to help.”

His baby brother brightened before he launched into a rant.

“I’m having trouble finding the perfect gem to complement his eyes. They are a certain shade of forest green you see. And many jewelry stores do me a great disservice by not having that certain shade or having utterly appalling quality for what my Chaton deserves.”

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mischiefandspirits · 3 years

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Last Laugh (1 of 3)

“Oh, I noticed,” Red X said lowly, tossing the staff aside. “What that idiot was thinking letting Flamebird send you all the way across the country right after Batkid got blown up, I’ll never know.”

Robin flinched back at the accusation before his fists clenched at his sides. “Then you’ll be happy to know no one sent me here. It’s just where I ended up when Batman decided he didn’t want to work with me anymore and tossed me out.”

The story of how Dick ended up with the Titans in Batkid and Robin.

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“Richard?”

…

“Richard, may I come in?”

…

“If you do not want me to come in then you need to tell me.”

…

“I’m coming in.”

Light filled the room for a moment then disappeared. The bed shifted and a hand settled on Dick’s back.

…

“Barbara told me what happened.”

Heat. A ringing in his ears. “BATKID!” “Red Wing, please!” Digging. Bodies. “No. Jason.” A mother and son… or a pair of acrobats… Blood. Footprints leading to tire tracks. “My son, I’m so sor-Robin? Robin, get back here!”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

“Why can’t I come with you and Jon?” “You’re not quite ready for a space mission yet, Richard. I’ve talked to Father, though. He said you could patrol with him and Jason until I return so long as you two don’t get into too much trouble.” “We’re not that bad.”

“I’m sorry,” Dick said, his voice hoarse.

“Imagine how mad he’ll be if I’ve clipped the wings of a baby bat and a baby bird on the same day!” Zap! “Haha! Aw Jeez, I hit Batkid harder than that!” “Shut up!” “So,” a groan, “the first Demon Child taught you a,” a hiss, “a few tricks, hahaha!” “I said shut! Up!” “Hahahaha!” “ROBIN!” “B?” “He’s had enough.” “He killed -” “I know. I… I know.” “Don’t worry, Boy Blunder, you’ll join him soon enough!” “What are you talking ab-” “Robin! Move now!” An explosion.

“I killed him.”

The hand started rubbing circles into Dick’s back. “That’s not true.”

“If I hadn’t attacked him like that, if I hadn't beaten him as bad as I did, he would have made it out.”

“He was the one who set off the explosion, Richard. That’s not on you.” The hand shifted up to Dick’s shoulder and tugged him closer to the warm presence next to him.

He pressed his face into the warmth as another hand came up to card through his hair. “B thinks it’s my fault.”

“Father doesn't think anything right now. He’s still processing his grief. We all are. You are not at fault for what happened. If Joker is dead -- and his body still hasn’t been found so we don’t even know if he is finally gone -- then it is no one's fault but his own.”

Dick shook his head. “I shouldn’t’ve attacked him.”

There was a pause, then a sigh. “No, you should not have. It was extremely reckless and we… You could have gotten yourself killed. You are extremely lucky Joker had not expected you to be with Father so you were able to catch him off guard. Impulsive behavior… It’s already taken Jason, you can’t let it take you too.”

Dick’s fingers dug into his calves from where his arms were wrapped around his legs.

“I found my mom.” “Batkid? B said -” “It’s okay. She said Joker isn’t here. It’s safe. We’re going to talk inside so no one sees us.” “But -” “I can talk her around, Red Bird. I know I can. Please, don’t tell B. She’s my mom.” “O-okay. Just be careful.” “It’ll be fine. She said he won’t be back for hours.”

She lied.

“It wasn’t his fault.”

“I-That’s not what I mea-”

“Yes, it was.”

Another sigh. The warmth moved away so the hand in his hair could come down to cup his cheek. It brushed away his tears and tilted his head up, but he didn’t look at the face hovering over him. “Richard -”

“I wanna be alone now. Please.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m tired.”

There was a beat, then the hands and warmth and face moved away. “Alright. Get some rest. I have to go talk to Father. If… I am here if you need anything.”

Dick nodded and laid down with his back to the warmth.

The light came and went.

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When they returned from Ethiopia, Bruce told Dick he’d be benched for a month. It was partly to give his injuries from the fight with Joker time to heal and partly as punishment for running off to said fight. Damian had agreed when he arrived back on Earth a week later and Dick accepted the punishment without complaint.

By the end, though, he was itching to get out of the manor. He hated being trapped in one place for too long. With the media going crazy over Jason’s death, Bruce had managed to arrange for him to finish the last few weeks of school from home and Damian decided they would remain at the manor instead of heading back to their house in Somerset. It was a longer commute to work and patrol for Damian and meant Dick couldn’t run around the neighborhood to visit with his friends, but it was also more secure against paparazzi.

Dick wouldn’t complain since he knew he deserved it, but it didn’t stop him from feeling trapped.

On the day he was meant to go back on patrol, he was skipping through the halls in anticipation of stretching his wings and releasing the tension that had built up under his grief and guilt. He went looking for Damian once he got home to see if he wanted to spar before dinner. When he couldn’t find him in his room or studio, he went to see if Alfred, Bruce, or Selina knew where he was.

“- for a month. I think that’s a fair amount of time.”

Dick perked up when he heard Damian’s voice and ran up to the door to Bruce’s study.

“I don’t mean he should stay on the bench. I meant Robin should be taken off the roster altogether.”

He froze, hand inches from the doorknob.

“I know he shouldn’t have gone after Joker -”

“It’s not just that. Dick… He never should have been brought into this life. He’s not like us and he was too young.”

“I was younger than him when I started out as Batkid,” Damian snapped.

“You were raised by assassins. He had a normal life before you involved him. He deserves a normal life. I know you wanted to help him, but this isn’t the way.”

Bruce was angry. Dick had known that. He didn’t think Bruce would take Robin away from him though. Robin was… his purpose. His place in the family. Without Robin, he didn’t have any reason to be there. And if he wasn’t there…

“Heard Wayne’s taking Grayson.” “Really? Knew his old man liked strays, but I thought he stuck to animals. Why’s he coming for the kid?” “To honor Brucie’s memory? Hell if I know.” “Well, whatever reason, I hope the kid can behave.” “Yeah. Lord knows Wayne hates people at the best of times, can’t imagine how he’ll take to having a brat running around.” “He’d probably return the kid the first time he acts up. Doubt the poor ***** will get another chance too.”

No, Dick couldn’t lose Robin. But Dick was Damain’s partner and Damian wouldn’t let Bruce do that, right? Right?

Why wasn’t Damian saying anything?

“This is what Richard needs,” Damian finally said after a few moments, but the happiness at his words was overshadowed by the ice sliding down Dick’s spine from how calm Damian sounded.

Why wasn’t he mad anymore?

Was… Was he starting to think Bruce was right?

“No, it isn’t,” Bruce said.

“How is he any different than the rest of us?” Damian asked, voice still calm.

“You were raised by assassins. As was Cass. Duke was in a gang. Tim raised himself in that damn empty mansion and spent years trailing after us through Gotham’s streets with nothing but a camera. And Jason lived on those streets.”

Tearing up, Dick wrapped his arms around himself. He knew he wasn’t as smart or skilled as the others, but he’d thought…

“Dick might not have had a typical childhood, but he had a happy one. He grew up with an entirely different mentality than us. You saw how he looked when he went after Joker.”

Dick flinched. He remembered the rage that had flooded through him. He knew he shouldn’t have gone after Joker. That it was stupid and reckless and wrong. Not justified vengeance, just plain old revenge. The very thing Damian had tried to instill against when he’d started out.

But at the time all he could think was that Jason was dead, had been murdered like his parents, and his family kept dying around him and Joker was to blame. He hadn’t meant to go as far as he did, he hadn’t meant for Joker to die!

He just wanted everyone to be safe.

The worst thing, though, was that as much as he wasn’t proud of how he’d run off and put himself in danger, as terrified as he was that he had killed someone, he didn't regret what he’d done to Joker.

“He doesn’t belong in this life, Damian.”

Dick froze. No. No! Losing Robin was one thing, but to not belong…

“I understand.”

Dick staggered back, hand coming to his mouth as the tears fell. He quickly ran back the way he’d come before the sobs could start.

They couldn’t… They couldn’t!

It was one mistake! It was a bad one, but he knew the others had had bad mistakes too. They couldn’t get rid of him for that, right?

Except the others were Bruce’s sons, and he was just Damian’s foster kid. He thought it hadn’t mattered that he wasn’t really family on paper, but maybe it did.

“You’re not getting a family, circus freak.” “Yeah, foster kids ain’t family. They’re just a paycheck.” “Or some rich bastard’s charity case.” “Either way, no one actually cares about them even if they have to pretend to. And no one would care about someone like you.”

Dick barely stopped himself from slamming the door behind him as he staggered into a closet. He dropped to the floor, pressing his knees into his eyes.

He couldn’t go back to juvie. Losing Robin would be torture, but going back to that hellhouse would kill him. Maybe even literally.

He technically wasn’t as defenseless as he was last time. He was sure he’d probably be able to take anyone that tried to hurt him if he tried, but he wouldn’t be able to try. He wouldn’t be Robin going in. He’d be Dick Grayson, former foster son of Damian Wayne. He couldn’t use any of the skills he’d gained as Robin without risking his identity -- former identity -- and the identities of the rest of the Bats by extension. And he would never do that, even if they did return him.

No, he couldn’t go back to juvie, but where else could he go. It’d been made pretty clear both when he got there and when he left that there was nowhere else he’d be sent. Maybe Babs or Cass would take him? Or maybe they could talk Damian around? Duke, Steph, Tim, and Selina would help, right?

Unless they thought Bruce and Damian were right.

“I understand.”

No, they would talk them around. They had to.

Except Bruce and Damian -- like the rest of the family -- were stubborn. Would the others be able to talk them around before they shipped him off?

Maybe if he could buy them time…

He couldn’t go back to juvie.

Dick scrubbed his eyes and got up to slip out of the closet.

His first stop was the cave. He couldn’t grab his normal suit without anyone noticing, but the updated version had just finished testing and hadn’t yet been equipped with trackers. He stuck it into a lockbox alongside some gear.

Then he was up in his room. He stuck the box into a duffle bag with his travel toiletries.

Before he could grab anything else, there was a knock on his door.

He quietly zipped up the bag and knocked it under the bed as he called, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Richard. Can we talk?”

Dick dropped onto the bed. “Yeah, sure.”

Damian came in with a plate of cookies.

Dick grabbed one, but didn’t press up against his guardian like he normally would.

“You already know why I’m here,” Damian sighed.

“I overheard you talking with Bruce. You’re…” He clenched his fingers around the cookie as he looked up at Damian. “Don’t do this, please. I can be better. I-I won’t do anything like this again, I swear! Please, you can’t! We’re a team. We’re partners! You said so yourself! You cant… you can’t just toss that aside! Toss me aside!”

“It’s not like that, Richard,” Damian said, setting down the plate.

“Then what is it like!” Dick snapped and jumped to his feet, placing them eye-to-eye.

“This life isn’t good for you,” the young man said, meeting his gaze. “Bringing you into it, it was a terrible error in judgment. Father is right. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just doing what’s best for you.”

“It’s not like you forced me into it! I chose this! I want this!”

“You could have been killed, Dick!” Damian said, voice growing louder.

“I’m sorry! I let my emotions get the best of me! But it won’t happen again!”

“It’s over, Dick!”

“No! You can’t do this! I-I won’t let you! You can’t se-”

“Enough!” Damian shouted, then pressed a hand over his face. In a calmer voice, he said, “I’ve made my decision.”

“Dami, please!” Dick felt tears pricking at his eyes as Damian stood up and turned to leave.

“You’re going to stay here until after the funeral next week. We can talk more about what happens after once you’ve calmed down.”

“You can’t do this to me!”

“You’re better off this way.”

“Wayne is going to be the best chance you’re going to get, kiddo. The only good chance, honestly. I really hope this works out for you.”

“I hate you.”

Damian hesitated by the door, then shut it behind him.

Dick couldn’t go back to juvie.

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Lines quoted or rewritten:

"Imagine how mad he'll be if I've whacked two Boy Wonders on the same day!" - Joker ~ Joker: Last Laugh #6

"Aw... Jeez... I hit Jason a lot harder than that." - Joker ~ Joker: Last Laugh #6

"Bruce... You... You can't! We're a team. We're partners! You said so yourself!" - Dick ~ Robin: Year One #3

"This was all a terrible error in judgment. Gordon was right." - Bruce ~ Robin: Year One #3

"It’s over, Dick! You’re better off this way." - Bruce ~ Robin: Year One #3

#batfam #reverse robins #dick grayson #bruce wayne #damian wayne #batkid and robin

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Chapter 9

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Song by Vince Staples w/ Yugen Blakrok. It's from Black Panther, and while I'm aware Tim is often the pastiest bat, they asked for this when they mentioned Gotham in the lyrics and made it way too relatable to Tim's (here) and Jason's (canon) experience. Whoops. Also, I might've completely torn and sewn together bits of DC canon to my own liking because reasons.

This chapter is one of the few that was barely planned for. Um... Verbal abuse? Verbal abuse. Of a child. Mentions of neglect and abandonment.

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Jason had warned him it would happen far sooner than he'd like. Well joke's on him, any time was too soon. Too soon to see his own replacement. To see the person who was supposed to be his older brother but just turned out to be another person who'd abandoned him. Which is why he planned for this encounter. Planned for the moment they would corner him. Box him in. Take him down. Or at least, they would try to. Tim wasn't about to let that happen. He knew how to plan and evade and keep his cool with the best of them. Knew how to strategize and win against opponents that by all rights should be able to take him down without thought. How to use their emotion driven instincts to take them down. He'd done it hundreds of times with businessmen and rogues alike. A couple vigilantes wouldn't change that.

So he thought of every instance, every possibility, every reaction and planned accordingly. And how fitting he'd use this against them. After all, it was the one quality Bruce praised him on most.

What he hadn't expected was to have Robin come across him alone. He'd thought of it, of course, but it had always seemed so unlikely with how much the new Batman mother birded the kid.

Oh how wonderfully lucky he felt. Guess something had to go right in his life once in a while so the world could pretend it was balanced and good.

"Drake. I thought you might have the dignity to not be where you are unwanted.. I see you lost that as well," came the clipped, high pitched voice behind him. He had to give it to the kid, while lacking any sense of control, he had some skill. He reached up to turn off the comm link with Red Hood.

"Devin. If that is the standard for dignity, I suppose you never had any," Red Robin turned, a pleasant little smile staying firmly in place, "where's your babysitter, by the way? I thought you weren't allowed out after your bedtime?"

"It's Damian," the boy growled before turning cocksure, ignoring the last half of the comment, "or are you so dumb you can't even remember the name of the person who unseated you?"

"Funny, I thought it was you who struggled with names? Only seems fitting since you can't even say mine. Tell me, did you know that in many languages, addressing someone by their last name is a sign of respect?" He kept from grinning at the squawk of indignation he received, "You didn't deny never having dignity, so I'll assume I'm correct."

"I have more dignity in one pinky than you'll ever have," he failed to address the full sentence once more, but Red would allow it for now.

"I suppose you're right. You did make yourself disappear rather fast when it was made clear your mother and grandfather wanted nothing to do with you. Now if only you could take the hint now."

"You-" the kid started advancing, drawing his sword.

"Aww, poor baby, can't even fight with his words. Do you want to kill me because I'm right? Or because you know as long as I'm alive, you'll never be good enough?"

"I'm Robin! Batman chose me!" Red dodged a wild slash from the katana trained on him, carefully twisting out of the way but never fighting back, the same way he always had. The way Damian had come to expect by now. But he continued talking as they made their way around the rooftop, keeping the brat too angry to focus on technique.

"Yeah, a fake Batman. The real one had to die for you to be chosen. How does it feel to know your father didn't want you on the streets with him? That he didn't trust you. That he chose me over you every time?"

"Grayson was your brother and he chose me! You have no family," the attacks became more sporadic, angrier. Less in control.

"We don't share blood," despite the accuracy of the kid's words, he knew blood meant everything to Damian. And he knew how to use that against him. "My blood family is all dead. They can't be with me. Yours sent you away. Sent you to a father who didn't want you either. And when Bruce died, yours still wouldn't take you back," Red kept dodging, taking note of how the strikes lost all rhyme or reason as the boy lost words and started only letting out frustrated sounds, "Did you know Ras wants me as an heir? Has made so many offers and attempts to take me in? Your grandfather is so desperate to be my family, meanwhile he couldn't get rid of you fast enough. I wonder how that must feel? To know the only person who wants you is a man who only pities you?"

Right as a slash almost made contact, he drew his bow staff, deflecting the hit and disarming Robin in two perfect moves. It took him only a moment to pin the kid to the gravel beneath them.

"I'm Robin! I earned it!" Screamed from below.

Lowering his mouth to one ear, he spoke with quiet calm, only upsetting Damian further, "You are Robin. And you know why? Because Robin is a position given to those who have nothing left to cling to. Who need direction and commands to keep intact. It was never given to me. I took Robin because I wanted to. It was given to you because Dick saw how pathetically in need of it you were."

"I almost killed you, you weren't worthy," he argued, struggling against the pin.

"You only ever won because I let you. Because I never fought back. Because I knew Bruce wouldn't want me to. Now there's no one stopping me. You were never better than me. If you were, someone would love you."

The body below pushed and pushed and struggled until finally it settled down, angry tears glistening in the night.

"Run home, little Robin. You're unwanted here," he let go and watched the kid scramble up and away, straight into Red Hood. Launching backwards, Robin took one look at the crossed arms and tilted head of the bigger man and turned tail off the roof.

"How'd you manage to get that reaction out of the demon brat?" Hood asked as he picked his way over the where Red still crouched.

"He's useless when he lets his emotions get the best of him. Just had to hit the right buttons," he shrugged, pretending it was not a big deal. Like he hadn't verbally torn up a twelve year old just for being right.

"He got under your skin, didn't he?"

Grimacing, he stood and made way to the other's side, "You didn't hear, did you?"

"No," he admitted.

"I reacted to his words only in that I adjusted accordingly. Nothing was said in the heat of the moment on my part," he assured.

Sighing, Hood clapped him on the shoulder once, "If you say so. Let's call it a night, eh?"

"Yeah…"

#maribat #ml x dc #timari #timinette #Dark!timinette #verbal assault #I guess?#neglect #abandonment #common theme thatll be brought up more later actually

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dcomicsficrecs · 4 years

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Do you have any fics with Jason just being a Bro™️? Or any with him rejoining the family after UTRH?

For the sake of this post not being too long, I am going to rec only one fic or series from an author, but all of these authors are great writers so I recommend checking their other works as well. Hope you will enjoy this fics as much as I do!

1. Jason and Damian being bros

1.1 Bet on it by Lysical

Even Damian could admit that his older siblings occasionally had their uses. __

"I need your assistance," Damian said, voice low and tense.

"No," Jason replied, and hung up.

Short but adorable story of Jason helping out Damian to hide something from their father, just like big brothers out to do.

1.2 Cracked Foundation by Cdelphiki

The last thing Damian expected to happen when he ran away from home was to spend a day crammed into a small space with Jason Todd. His father's second son was a black sheep. An outcast. An angry, insanity driven criminal who enjoyed screwing with the batfamily in every way he could. At least, that's what Damian thought. Maybe he was wrong about Todd.

Perfect hurt/comfort with a lot of family feels and Damian and Jason bodning. Bonus points: Jason actually apologizing for shooting him; exploration of Bruce’s relationships with them both too.

1.3 Good Grief by lysiabeth

“I know who you are, you know. I got my degree at GCU.” The girl says, eyes boring into Jason’s chest as if the red bat were still plastered on it, and Jason’s back stiffens.

“Right.” Jason’s teeth click together as he closes his mouth. He’s eighteen-hundred miles out from Gotham, and of all the Goddamn vet centres he could have broken into it’s probably the only one around that knows anything about his city.

WIP with 8K words so far but worth early reading and bookmarking/subscribing. Case fic, plus Damian and Jason bonding as siblings through Talia? Leviathan also plays a part in this story? Hell yeah.

1.4 Jason and the Three Terrors by Cdelphiki

One moment, Jason was peacefully sleeping, perfectly content with his life with the League of Assassins. Okay, so maybe not content content, but he wasn't unhappy, either. Then Talia woke him up at 2 am, threw three children at him, and told him to get them to America and far away from Ra's al Ghul.

What the fuck.

The last thing he wanted was to see Bruce. But with three brats relying on him and no Talia, there weren't many options for sanctuary. He just didn't expect the kids to grow on him so much in two short weeks.

A superb AU where Jason helps Damian escape League of the Assassin (against his wishes and with two unwanted additions to boot, which is half the pleausure). They aren’t brothers, stictly speaking, at the start of the fic, but become them as the story progresses.

It’s a WIP but it has 50K already and it will be so much more. I am excited with every update and I’m sure you’re gonna be, too.

2. Jason being a brother to Cassandra

2.1 Nests and Cages series by LanternWisp, Lysical starting with Needles or Pins

Jason Todd's journey back to the Batfamily. Takes place in the Frankenstein's monster of a canon I've stitched together. Each plot is rather self-contained, but the fics do flow into one another

Jay and Cass are bio siblings, and Jason’s slow return to the fold. I love this series, and I think it’s one of the greatest take on Lady Shiva being Jason’s mother too.

2.2 Didymous by Hinn_Raven

Didymous: adjective: growing in pairs or twins.

Cassandra and Jason are born twins, raised by their father to be killers. Two heads are better than one.

It’s a great AU with Jay and Cass being biological siblings.

2.3 the patron saint of the lost causes series by evanescent

Pre-Flashpoint AU based on canon what-if Lady Shiva was not only Cassandra's biological mother, but Jason's, too. Mostly focuses on Cass and Jason's relationship, and how that fact changes the dynamics in Batfamily.

It is also a great series with Cass and Jay being biological siblings and I recommend reading every fic of this series.

2.4 Rebirth by Ionaperidot

"The boy is clearly ill, and while she’s almost certain that he is, impossibly, Jason Todd, almost is not good enough. She can’t drop heartbreak on her beloved’s doorstep, and she can’t run the necessary tests when Damian is vulnerable to her father’s wrath. There’s no way around it. He’ll have to come home with her."

Unexpectedly in charge of a second son, Talia struggles to raise her children without unwanted attention from the Demon's Head.

An AU where Talia is the one who unites Cass and Jason. It also contains Damian, and he’s a little brother to them both.

3. Jason and Duke being bros

3.1 Bats are Dorks by Reah22

Duke hadn’t meant to literally trip and fall on to Jason. He really hadn’t. For the record, he blamed Steph. It was probably one of her old pranks that she forgot to take down. That, or she deliberately left it up for someone to trip over in the dark.

Just Duke and Jason, hanging out. Super nice.

3.2 oh, where do i begin? by LazuliQuetzal

“No, no, nothing’s wrong,” Jason says. “We’re a-okay. Just peachy. Good times.”

“Oh,” Duke says, lamely, working himself out of crisis mode. There’s an awkward silence for a moment before he speaks up again. “Why did you call?”

“Right, right," Jason mumbles, which seemed a little out of character to Duke. His sort-of wayward brother was generally intimidating, even when he wasn't trying to be. "Uh, Dick said that you had a guinea pig when you were younger. How do you take care of a guinea pig?” _____

AKA, not-exactly accidental guinea pig acquisition

Absolutely adorable short story about Jason going to his little brother for advice.

3.3 rockstar au series by addiebey starting with disconnect:

jason and duke bond. dick just doesn't get it, but what's new?

Another great no-capes AU. Only two fics from the series, both under 1k, are focused on Duke and Jason, but they are so great. The whole series is, actually, though it’s not finished. I am just grateful even this much exists, but I am definitely bookmarking and subscribing it in case there will be more. Please give this series the attention and praise it deserves.

There are, alas, not many Duke and Jason-centered fics. Though there is another one I wanted to recommend, about Jason training Duke, but I can’t find it for some reason. It was short and funny, and if anyone recognizes this description, I would be glad if you told me.

4. Jason and Dick being bros

4.1 i was naive and hopeful and lost by heroics (figure8)

Clark and Bruce take in a troubled teen.

The The Fosters AU no one asked for.

It’s a part of the series which is one of the best no-capes AU I’ve read, if not the best, and it’s a great family-focused fic with a good parent Bruce. The road for Jason to become Dick’s and the rest of the kids’ brother is slow but greatly written.

4.2 To Reconcile by CasualDanger

“Babs slapped me at your funeral.” Jason goes to laugh, but it’s just a cough and his mouth barely even twitches up. “She hated me in that moment. I mean, really, really hated me, like I did Talia after I found out Damian had died. And I wondered,” his voice cracks, eyes glassy now, “did you hate anyone when I was gone? Because I was gone?”

Short and emotional fic where Dick and Jason open up to each other during pressing circumstances.

4.3 Five Times Dick Grayson Read about Jason Todd in the Newspaper by Engineerd

If Dick hadn’t been special ordering the Gotham City Gazette, he wouldn’t have found out for - well. Years, at this rate.

Short and very full of emotion story. I love the exploration of Dick’s almost unchanging attitude toward Jason - well, unchanging right before the last time he would read about him (or almost the last time). They’re not really close here, and won’t grow closer, but sometimes siblinghood is like that.

4.4 The View From Jade by lowflyingfruit

Being transported to the past is not the sort of thing one normally expects. But this having happened, and with no easy way back, Jason's determined to make the most of it. Though the Bat still stalks Gotham's streets, the city's crime is run by the mobs instead of the rogues. There's no Joker yet.

There's no Robin.

Maybe there shouldn't be.

Time Travel Jason&Dick focused AU! One of the best time travel fics where they actually change stuff even if it doesn’t transit to their universe - for exception of their more strong brotherly relationships.

5. Jason and Stephanie being bros

5.1 this time, the loser wins by parkerstorms

They were two sides of the same coin. They understood each other. It was nice. It was a downright relief. She’d never had a big brother before.

There’s not a lot of Jason and Steph being bros stories I have not mentioned before, but this one is one of them, and a great one too.

6. Jason and Tim being bros

6.1 Bonding Habits of Robins by GoAwayOlivia

Giving each other shit is how the bat brothers show they care. Jason and Tim do it particularly well.

It’s a funny and nice fic with exactly what’s said in the summary.

There’s a lot of fics with Jason and Tim being bros but my memorie went blank when I tried to recall. Which is not a statement about their relationships or quality of fics that depict them, it’s just sometimes my memory doesn’t work properly. This is the case with the Jason and Steph, too. As soon as I remember or discover new fics about their relationships, I am going to update this post or maybe create a new one just for the three of them. We’ll see!

7. Batfam Jason-featured sibling relationships

7.1 If the Sky Comes Falling Down (For You) by lurkinglurkerwholurks

or, 5 times Jason Todd saved his siblings... and one time they saved him.

It was only by luck that Jason was still there when the bodies came crashing down the street. Bad luck, he would argue. He could hear them long before he could see them, their bodies preceded by the thunderous pounding of boots of asphalt and shouted curses. Three or four figures flashed by his little alleyway, a tight mob followed by a lone, slender figure in a streaming cape.

Summary speaks for itself. It’s a gradual description of Jason slowly coming back to the family after UtRH and starting feeling like their brother.

7.2 this is a long drive (for three robins who don't agree on much) by drakefeathers

(Bad Robins road trip AU!) Steph’s trip home to Gotham takes a huge detour thanks to Jason and Damian’s conflicts with airport security. She’s stuck driving the two brothers cross-country to reach Tim’s wedding in time.

Damian, Jason & Steph bonding road trip AU that warms your heart. Seriously, if you like any of these characters, you read this.

7.3 on a thin chain of moments and something like faith series by irnan

Jason really oughta know better than to talk to Bats.

Jason bonding with both Steph and Cass! Love it. It’s fluff and angst, which is hard to pull off together, but it works here. It also, in places, incredibly funny. I love re-reading it from time to time.

7.4 Tremor by LueurdeLaube

Nobody can tell Jason Todd that joking about his own death is not a valid coping mechanism.

Not about Jason being a bro per se but about Batfam and Jason so I hope it counts!

7.5. the lost sidekick society by redtruthed

The batkids make a group chat.

Chaos ensues.

One of the best groupchat AU for Batfam.

#Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #Cassandra Cain #Duke Thomas #Dick Grayson #Stephanie Brown #Tim Drake #Family #Siblings #Gen Fic #Batfam

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