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robinminustherichard · 1 year

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I’ve been running from it all my lifetime

there’s nothing wrong with you, I’m searching for my right mind.

This happened, literally woke up I was headless

I woke up I was headless

Imma make a deal with the bad wolf

so the bad wolf don’t bite no more

(X)

#Jason todd #jason todd DC #DC #batman #batman DC #jason todd robin #red hood #red hood DC #robin DC #jason todd red hood #TW cursing #TW blood #this song?#it was written about jason todd #I can't prove that but come on #I didn't even put the most jason todd lyric #it goes 'WHEN COPY CATS AND THE LAZY BRATS ARE THE LAST THING I WANT TO SEE / YOU KNOW I RUN AWAY FOR A COUPLE YEARS JUST TO PROVE I'VE #NEVER BEEN FREE'#first time photoshopping in a while so go gentle on me

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swugflower · 6 months

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Brucie Wayne gets interviewed and the question who, expect Batman, is his favorite Gotham hero.

After some awkward moments of silence, he blurts out that it’s Spoiler. Since she is the only one from the main active team that isn’t his kid and this way he avoids picking a favorite.

Meanwhile, the group chats explodes into chaos instantly.

#this post was supposed to be about who he thinks is the hottest #but a good chunk of them are still minors and I didn’t want anyone mad at me for a shit post written at 2am #so it turned into favorite #swugs ted talk #batman #bruce wayne #dc #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian al ghul #duke Thomas #and yes I know Team Batman is way bigger but this is about the main bitches #stephanie brown #spoiler

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frappegoddess · 1 month

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I originally said this in a reblog but, picture this

Bruce Wayne gets invited by BuzzFeed to read thirst tweets. They are all from his Justice League coworkers.

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Bruce, in a completely monotonous voice: @Superman says: I wanna suck Bruce Wayne's soul out through his dick and spit it back in his face.

Bruce, with a completely straight face: Poetic

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Cue the batkids watching this video after its been uploaded and gone viral on Twitter: Remember when Uncle Supes wrote that tweet about you when he was stoned off his ass??

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Said video was further used as blackmail by Tim, Jason and Steph. Duke couldn't look him in the eye for a week straight. Damian is yet to understand why the kids at school keep making jokes about his dad.

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The Justice League will never live it down

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fishfission-dc · 1 year

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Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 4: Jason)

<<Part 3: Tim | Part 5: Cass >>

[Masterlist]

Jason: Alright everyone get your hopes way down

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

Dick: Let’s just be happy he participated!

Dick: Okay yeah nevermind

Bruce: Jason. This is-

Jason: Let’s just be happy I participated

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

Tim: Yeah this is the only right answer

Duke: He really does put up with way too much

Dick: Like childhood Bruce

Bruce: Hn. (in reluctant agreement)

Cass: (signs) I love you too :)

Damian: Cassandra is undoubtedly a very skilled combatant.

Steph: A rare good opinion from Jason

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

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

Barbara: He called you “Nightlight”

Tim: And said your suit is ugly

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

Dick: He said you’re going to snap?

Duke: I mean I don’t disagree

Tim: I’M THE FOURTH BEST?

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

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

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

Barbara: Fair.

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

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

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

Barbara: You’re just scared to cross me

Jason: ...that too.

Tim: AHAAHAH

Damian: THIS IS UNFAIR

Steph: HAHHHAHHA

Damian: I AM NOT DONE GROWING YET TODD

Jason: You’re still short

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

Dick: ...crap.

Jason: Thank you for proving my point.

Tim: At least you’re not a cop anymore

Bruce: You broke his nose, Jason

Jason: He deserved it

Steph: ...wait a minute

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

Steph: guys wait no-

Steph: NO WAY AM I YOUR LEAST FAVORITE

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

Steph: YOU CANT CALL DIBS ITS FIRST COME FIRST SERVE

[squabbling continues]

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

Bruce: Hn. (in understanding)

Tim: I thought it’d be me honestly

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

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

<<Part 3: Tim | Part 5: Cass >>

[Masterlist]

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

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panakina · 2 months

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I would give anything for a Red Hood: Year One.

Start with a speed through of UtRH, picking up with a jason with his throat cut open by a batarang, lying in the wreckage of a building he blew up, batman and joker escaping, without him.

He has a criminal empire, the enmity of just about everyone in Gotham, and no plan. He is alive purely by coincidence.

How did he go from that to the guy we see post-Rebirth? What happened to his influence over gotham, all his underlings and suppliers? What happened to his relationship with Talia? What laid the foundations for the grudging acceptance of his family? What happened the next time he faced batman, with the ever widening gulf between them?

Whether it’s leaning into villainy and canonising Scarlet and the Pill Helmet, or the start of his depressed burn out era, or a genuine reconciliation with the bats, i want to see it examined from his perspective as one coherent narrative.

#his characterisation is such a mess #the disconnect between villain jason #and outlaw jason #gives such whiplash #i’d kill to see some kind of coherent narrative #please #*with the caveat it be written by someone who gives a shit about it #jason todd #red hood #dc #utrh #bruce wayne #batman

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rusomnia · 3 months

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just saying jason todd probably wrote batman fanfic as both a form of therapy and karma

my evidence:

- he's a lit nerd. every lit nerd has written fanfiction at somepoint. if you're a lit nerd and you haven't, you're a liar or you will be writing fanfiction soon. be ready.

- you're a liar if you think the batfam didn't have a giant fandom in gotham city (and other cities that had batman shipped with their hero (metropolis im looking at you))

- he'd get to tear the shit out of batman with well thought out arguments against stuff without actually having to try and make bruce listen

- the authors notes.

- 'sorry i haven't updated in two years, i got blown up resurrected and turned into an assassin by my step-mum. here's some fluff as an apology'

- i feel like i could go on for a while but I'll leave it there

#also as the ultimate bat fanboy tim defo read it #absolutely dedicated #kudosed #bookmarked #saved #mans wrote paragraphs in the comment section #he has no idea jasons the author and jason has no idea tim is his dedicated reader batboy1234 #tim has a moment of clarity when it updats for the first time in years #the bats were always written oddly well #barbara both knows about the fics and who wrote them shes just watching this happen #Jason's the mskingbeans89 of the batfamily fandom #everyone lives/nobody dies (except the joker)#jason todd #batboys #tim drake #dcu #batfam #red hood

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damianbugs · 1 year

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What you mean by" willis todds love for jason is the reason bruce failed him" ?

Sorry ive seen your post and I agree with everything but this just kinda suprise me, not hating, just curiuos

HELLO! so this is a take that is based on pre-new 52 todds, before they were simplified to the one dimensional (and classist) personalities they're known for now. neither of them were shown to be abusive or willfully negligent, but rather found themselves in bad situations out of their control and died, leaving jason to fend for himself.

in the most simplest way what i mean is willis todds self sacrificing actions of turning to crime in order to provide for jason and catherine is the key defining part of jasons life and why he views bruce's love for him as 'not enough'.

(of course, the actual proof of this is like. one single panel and its not even said by jason. however i think it is something that can be found in jasons character through other, less obvious situations.)

in jasons initial (public) return to gotham and that long and convoluted plan to mess around with batman psychology to get the two of them and the joker in the same place, it all seems like a well planned out revenge story until the final conversation:

Batman: Under the Red Hood

it always stood out to me, not just because of how absolutely heart wrenching the entire moment is (definitely read utrh if you haven't, at least once), but because it really gives you an insight into what love and loving someone means to jason.

to him it's an all encompassing responsibility. this idea that love is something that you need to be able to prove by the quantitive value of what you'll sacrifice for it. in this case, jason is saying i love you" in the way he truly believes gets across how much he means it; i would kill the person who hurt you.

whenever i read this part of utrh, another situation immediately pops into my mind. and that's when jason found out two-face had killed willis todd.

Batman #411

upon finding out two-face had killed willis, jason goes on a brief grief filled rampage, swearing he'll kill him for what he did. it's important to note that up until now, jason had assumed willis was still in prison, only to find out he was actually murdered.

again, it's this idea that love is the extremes you'll go to for family. jason was well aware of willis' less than legal means to make money, and even bruce makes a mention of it in.

Batman: A death in the family

i imagine, like a lot of what fuels jason to fight crime now, guilt is a major deciding factor in a lot of his choices. it's this guilt that he feels upon hearing about willis' death that makes him take it out on two-face. it's even guilt that plays a huge factor even in new 52 stories (such as Cheer).

so when he returns to gotham, or even before that, just hearing about what bruce had done following his death (locking the joker up instead of killing him, taking in tim as his robin) were, to him, clear evidence that he did not love jason in any way that mattered. that bruce did not love jason as much as jason loved him.

because loving him means giving up your morals. loving him means sacrificing your health and your time and your safety.

but bruce didn't do any of that in a way jason could see.

i imagine to someone like jason, who lost every parental figure in some capacity, whether it be to illness or crime or something else entirely, the evident disregard for him was as painful as any rejection could have been.

a lot of how jason feels and acts can be seen in much more interesting ways if we all look at him for he is; an unreliable narrator. he is missing huge chunks of story, especially when it comes to bruce, and has no choice but to act irrationally on the little truth he does know.

of course we the readers, and some other characters, know just how hard jasons death was for bruce. how destructively he mourned for his son.

but again, the surface level proof of it is not enough for jason, who's entire life has been love through sacrifice. but now, it's a sacrifice bruce can not ever give him.

Batman: Under the Red Hood

#<- he who is not normal about pre new 52 willis todd #its the first time im getting this thought written out properly so i hope it makes sense #jason is just such an emotionally complicated character #but he was also a child #which is the one thing everyone seems to forget #bruce wayne #jason todd #willis todd #dc meta #character study #saki anons

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tastycitrus · 3 months

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so i've seen multiple AU stories where cass comes to gotham early, meets one of the other batkids and bonds with them. i've seen several with either jason or tim, and one with steph.

i want to put them all together. an alternate universe where cass comes to gotham early and runs into a bunch of kids who promptly imprint on her like lost ducklings. she doesn't know why they've attached themselves to her; she still can't comprehend language let alone communicate.

#batfamily #batfam #cassandra cain #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #i don't think i've seen anything where cass meets harper or duke early since uh. new continuity hu dis probably #but the scenario i was imagining included them too #cass: *exists*#like half of gotham's child population for some reason: this is my big sister now.#cass (patrick voice): WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE #this has been sitting in my drafts for months and i had a lot more written up #but i'm self-conscious about it so i will not post it.

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thecruellestmonth · 1 month

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Those of you making your fanon Jason support the death penalty... you're stealing the canon politics of a well-educated established adult woman character with a teaching credential. Think before you steal. ☝️

#Not putting it in her tag. Must be ANNOYING to clog up a female character's tag with posts about male character!#Can you imagine doing that?#Especially insisting on a poorly written story by F4B1AN N1CIEZ4 that doesn't use the character properly.#jason todd #fandom discourse

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starrycomics · 6 months

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Wow, Jason Todd really stole Huntresses whole schtick huh

A street-level anti-hero with mob connections, a taste for violence, an ambivalent attitude to murder, and a contentious-at-best relationship with Batman, plus a soft spot for kids

Helena should sue for copyright claims, he’s even treading on her Catholic turf

#huntress #helena bertinelli #red hood #Jason Todd #Batman #there is probably something more serious to be written about how Jason basically subsumed Helena’s most prominent traits #and became a much more popular character than Helena ever was #while she ended up a side character in a ‘Nightwing’ book #and kind of doesn’t exist in canon now #(pls don’t make me think about Helena Wayne and her place in the current canon)#(I know she’s important she just makes my brain hurt)#(and is also very much not this version of huntress)

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boyfridged · 1 year

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this is perhaps completely obvious, but the comparison of pre-crisis vs post-crisis jason runs is such a poignant illustration of how the intentions of the writers make a world of difference.

pre-crisis jay was, ironically, at the beginning of his career much more of a thrill-seeker and much less serious about his motivations behind his desire to be a sidekick than post-crisis jay ever was. he was also much more reckless. he said, for instance, that studying crime was even worse than doing homework, and what interested him was going after "action." he didn't like the thought of not being credited for his actions. but he was still a character written with so much sympathy and enthusiasm – with so much open and continuous consideration for his youth, his past, his feelings. and the readers saw that! so many of them loved him! when you look at the back pages of these issues, issues in which jay often committed mistakes during patrols, in which he was at times petty and moody, you see with how much compassion they looked at him. there were letters that started with hate about the art or the storytelling, and ended with warm and attentive analyses of jay's character.

and the thing is, reactions to post-crisis might have been worse, but i don't think it was ever a matter of people disliking any iteration of jason todd from the start (even if some were certainly prejudiced as dick grayson fans. and as bigots); it's simply that post-crisis jay has never been written with a similar amount of care. o'neil saying that "people really hated jason" and that "he didn't know why" is absurd because (well, first of all, i don't think that he was ever that hated, and second of all) he was specifically written in a way that prevented a lot of casual readers to connect with him. pre-crisis, we see jay's perspective all the time, also beyond the patrols. he's much meaner than post-crisis jay a lot of times! for example, he tells julia (alfred's daughter), who is at the time staying at the manor, that he saw new flat listings, insinuating that she should move out because he is bothered by her presence. and that's rude. that's a reason why someone could think that he is a spoilt child (which imo pre-crisis jay actually very much is. i don't think it's a bad thing). but we also see him in his bed later, wondering "how could i have said something like that to her?" so naturally we see it from his side too.

on the contrary, when it comes to post-crisis jay, we have almost no insight into his head up until a death in the family. and of course, starlin admitted that he did want to make him unlikable; so suddenly everything jay does, including acting against orders, is written to make him seem like a difficult, unpleasant kid. but something you really have to understand is that the same attitude, when previously displayed by pre-crisis jay or even dick (!) was seen as endearing; a sign of bravery and an honest heart. in the first issues by collins, as well as barr's detective comics run, there's a semblance of recognition for that. beyond that, the whole narrative of his (very short) published history gets hostile. and starlin might not have written any of that outright, but you see that shift. all of a sudden a decision that would make you go "aww" if moench or barr wrote it, makes you displeased. i think one thing to take away from that is asking if it were depicted in the same tone if dick or tim did the same thing, for example. it's content that requires a much more critical attitude from the reader, that's for sure.

#i love saying things that are completely obvious for everyone.#pre-crisis #<- i have to start tagging. eh #i have not mentioned ntt because jay is written with much more love there which is quite obv because the titans office did care #about the mantle #and this was more about the batman office #also not mentioning the cult because frankly speaking while it has good plot #it doesn't really offer much in terms of jay's characterisation #anyway there's this one letter about pre-crisis jay that i adore #where the reader said that jay's “occasional brilliance” intertwined with horrible mistake can be explained by a sports analogy #where young talented players might have lower success rate than older mid players #bc they need to grow into their talent with experience #it was genuinely such a lovely comment.#and a piece of evidence showing that people were very much willing to sympathise with him #jay.zip #jay.txt #jason todd #core texts #robin days

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avelnfear · 1 year

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Chapter Four

Masterlist

Danny gently brushed his fingers through Jason's hair, looking down at the relaxed face of his friend in sleep. He hadn’t expected Jason to fall asleep while in his presence for a very long time, let alone on him. It was a pleasant surprise that made Danny reflect on himself like only his paradise could, but he focused instead on the motions of brushing his fingers through the hair, too afraid of what he’d find if he looked inwards like instinct said to.

Eventually, his thoughts drifted, not being able to maintain focus on one thing for too long as his core had yet to settle from the adventure it took to get here. Finally getting used to his new job had helped, but his main obsession wasn’t getting fulfilled because his family was too far away. Even the family member closest of all was only close physically because Jason had no memory of the long journey they’d been on far before they’d met in this life.

Having all of these memories was so confusing, it threw everything he thought he knew about his life into the trash and set it on fire. Yes, he and his fright had always felt like they had instincts they couldn’t explain that were pushing them to gear up for some big thing that had turned out to be his death, but he’d found ways to reason away the crisis that would come from that. Jazz had always told him that his way of dealing with most trauma by ignoring its impact and joking or talking around it would come back to bite him, and it did. It really did.

More than that, his current internal crisis was about something so much bigger than just having to flee his home and not see his family for so long, after all the time travel he’d done that was nothing. It was- Danny stopped that thought in its tracks, he wasn’t ready. He’d learned long ago to build up to the most troubling thought because doing otherwise would upset the already precarious balance of his sanity.

Danny felt like he was being torn apart by not having someone else who remembered more than just this life. He would reference something, only to have to explain it to his fright or watch it sail right over the head of whoever else he was talking to. Danny wanted to talk about it, to reminisce about it with someone, anyone, but he couldn’t properly put some things into words. Even Ghost Speak, as impossible as it was, couldn’t properly convey his feelings sometimes because he had no real idea what he was feeling. Learning about his past by reliving it had been such a confusing experience, and he didn’t know how to deal with that.

His thoughts paused as he focused once again on gently brushing Jason’s hair with his fingers before racing back through time to think about the hour that had led up to this. It was another one of their spontaneous hangouts made possible by the fact that they lived so close to one another. Jason had shown up, grumbling about brothers who called stupidly early in the morning to talk about nothing, and Danny had chuckled lightly, letting Jason rant as much as he wanted, as he needed to. They’d settled onto the couch, Jason using Danny’s legs as a pillow because he kept falling over when he tried to sit up. In what seemed to be no time at all, Jason had dropped into sleep.

Danny’s thoughts turned inwards so suddenly his breath stalled for a couple seconds. The core, heh, of his internal struggle was the strange pressure he felt to forgive Maddie, and even Jack, for all the horrible things that happened just because they were family. After all, Danny’s main obsession was family, but his second obsession was freedom. Most people thought that the two things would clash far more often than they did, but they usually worked together, for Danny saw freedom as only worth it if there was someone to share it with, someone to have it for, hence why freedom was the secondary obsession.

Maddie had realized what was so wrong about her approach to life, and she’d done it in such a crushing manner that she nearly broke her mind. Everything had come crumbling down around her, and she’d apologized so much for her part in how everything went down, crying about how she’d never wanted to hurt anyone, least of all her children, and bemoaning everything that she’d done wrong. Maddie herself had told Danny that he never needed to forgive her for her part in everything, but Danny found himself trying to force that forgiveness anyway.

Jack had never apologized, never admitted any wrongdoing, never seen how many people he was hurting, never seen how much damage he was causing, and never stopped hunting Danny, but Danny’s core still yearned to forgive him, to bring the family back together. Danny acknowledged that Jack had done a lot of wrong in his life, but Danny still wanted to give him forgiveness that he hadn’t earned, hadn’t even tried to earn, all because he was family.

Neither of them needed forgiveness, Danny knew that. Maddie was working on forgiving herself while still repeating over and over that she would never pressure Danny into forgiving her, that forgiving her was his decision, but she didn’t fully understand what it meant to be Danny. Danny always felt pressured to keep the family together, to make the right decision, to keep his family happy to the extent that he didn’t know what to do with himself if he wasn’t doing anything for that. Jack didn’t even think he’d done anything that needed forgiving, and there was no way Danny would try to talk to Jack about that.

Danny knew all of this, yet he felt pressured to forgive things that shouldn’t be forgiven. His core demanded a family he could connect to, knowing he couldn’t contact his fright for now, too dangerous, knowing he couldn’t contact Maddie, too dangerous and still too hurtful and tearful, and knowing that he couldn’t contact Jack, too dangerous and too much attempted murder between them. Danny didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t want to forgive Maddie. She’d sworn long ago to keep her family safe, but the moment that someone accepted her ideas and her, she threw that out the window. Her thoughts had narrowed down to protecting Jack and his happiness, becoming just as obsessed as him about ghosts. At least she’d tried to stay on the sane side of it. She’d tried to pay attention to her children, but she couldn’t do much when she got absorbed into her work so quickly and so completely. He didn’t want to forgive someone who had proved time and time again that she was not dependable, that she was not to be trusted, that she would only break his heart. He didn’t want to forgive Maddie, yet he kept catching himself forcing his thoughts to call her Mom.

Admittedly, there was less pressure from his core to forgive Jack, but instead it played that what if game. That was a dangerous game to get into, especially for a ghost. Emotional damage was almost more damaging to a ghost than any other type of damage, so playing the what if game was like playing with his life. He knew that, yet logic was not the driving force he always went by. As the days passed, it got easier and easier to remember what Jack had done, to cast aside any lingering familial bonds with him.

The root of the problem then, was Maddie. Maddie, the person who actually kick started the whole adoption process when she found Jazz playing with young Danny at the park, the person who’d tried to take an interest in his interests for the first couple of months before getting swept away by the portal, the person who’d made Jack set aside time to put up the glow-in-the-dark stars to make Danny feel more comfortable, and the person who’d always tried to push Danny to do his best. Maddie, the person who’d shot at him with intent to heavily injure or kill, the person who’d ranted almost everywhere about the many ways she wanted to tear him apart molecule by molecule without knowing that it was him she was talking about, tainting every place they went with that memory, the person who’d made most of the more harmful inventions, the person who figured out that electricity hurt him more than most, and the person who’d turned most of the town against him in the early years. There was a sharp contradiction between the two Maddies in his head, but he knew from Jazz that separating Maddie like that was a trauma response.

The answer hit him with the same force his body had hit the wall. He couldn’t forgive Maddie, not so soon and maybe not ever. It just wasn’t possible for him, and trying to force it would only tear him apart. He couldn’t forgive someone who had done so much to him, and there was no way he would be talking to a therapist anytime soon due to his own issues, meaning that forgiveness would likely be a longer process once it finally got started. Even though the realization hurt, there was a sense of freedom building in his chest that swirled like glitter through his core. Finally, he felt settled in his own skin. The thought was a sweet lullaby that lured him into sleep.

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Jason woke up gently, rising from the dreams to settle into his own body with a smooth feeling that was missing most of the time. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of peace that surrounded him while he tried to remember why he felt that way. Realizing it was because he fell asleep on Danny, his eyes snapped open and his face flushed. Sure enough, there was Danny, asleep with his head tilted over the back of the couch.

Danny seemed so peaceful in sleep, causing Jason to realize that there had been an invisible weight to his friend’s shoulders before now. Jason couldn’t help but stare, feelings swirling in his gut, unfamiliar ones. Jason’s brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what he was feeling. It was, was the odd mix of happy-peace-nerves-joy-meant-to-be that Jason had come to associate with Danny, but there was something more to it, some level that seemed to have been added while he watched them sleep. The meaning of it escaped him, but he didn’t want to spend too long thinking about that, preferring to spend this time memorizing every single bit of Danny’s face, not knowing when it would be possible to do so again.

In what seemed to be no time at all, Danny’s eyes were fluttering open, unfocused until they locked onto Jason’s with startling clarity. “Hey.” Jason whispered softly.

“Hey.” Danny’s response was just as soft and quiet, not carrying like it usually did.

Jason wanted to stay in this relaxed state forever, but he knew that they needed food. “Wanna get some Batburger?” Jason offered, not really wanting to cook at the moment and assuming Danny wouldn’t want to cook either.

Danny gave him a soft smile in response. “Sure.” And they separated to their separate apartments to get ready to leave.

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When they walked into the Batburger, it was mostly empty save for the workers and a group of people in one of the corner booths, a group of people Jason recognized. He nearly groaned but held back, not wanting to be seen by them. Danny walked up to the counter and Jason followed, trying not to get noticed by the group even though he knew it was inevitable. Against all odds they made it through the ordering process, Danny continuing their odd trend of not ordering any fries, but Jason knew that the good luck would not hold.

Sure enough, as the two of them were choosing their drinks, a voice called from the only other customers in the store, “Jason! Jason, is that you?!” Jason groaned at Dick’s obviously played up tone of hurt. He debated whether or not to ignore Dick, quickly coming to the conclusion that doing so would only make everything worse.

“Is that the one you were complaining about when you knocked on my door?” Danny suddenly asked in his ear. It was a testament to Jason’s skill that he managed not to jump, although he did lean away.

“Yeah.. that’s him.” He muttered. “Is your eyesight finally failing you old man?” Jason called back to his brother the irritant, enjoying Dick’s betrayed gasp even if it was fake.

Despite Jason’s words, when it came time for Danny and him to pick a spot to sit, he walked towards the table where Dick, Damian, and Tim sat. Tim had clearly been bribed with coffee to be there, but Dick and Damian were probably on one of their brotherly bonding outings, which usually weren’t held in Crime Alley, meaning that Tim was also bribed with a chance to run into Danny. Great. That meant such good things for this meal, not.

True enough, they were barely settled into their seats when Dick burst into words once more. “Hello, my name’s Dick, this is Damian, and the one falling asleep where he sits is Tim! I wasn’t aware that Jason had any new friends recently, so I don’t know your name, sorry!” Dick flashed his blindingly brilliant Dickie smile while maintaining his hurt expression when he looked at Jason, obviously, to anyone who knew Dick at least, trying to put Danny at ease.

“Interesting choice of words there.” Danny’s tone was neutral, expression almost bored as he met Dick’s eyes with a tilt to his head.

“Huh?” Dick blinked, clearly thrown off by this unexpected reaction.

Danny simply tilted his head in the other direction, eyes still locked on Dick’s as they sharpened. “You apologized for not knowing my name, despite clearly assuming that Jason hadn’t told me about you. You automatically assumed I was a friend of Jason’s, not an acquaintance, not someone who he owed a favor to, not just someone who he fights with, but a friend. You didn’t specify which one was Damian, relying on the fact that I wouldn’t interrupt you to give clarity with describing Tim, who, by the way, doesn’t look like he’s falling asleep where he sits, rather like he’s retreated into his thoughts. You introduced yourself first with the tone of someone who expects people to look at you weirdly due to your name, or maybe just treat you differently for your name, probably trying to get it out of the way and likely already having a funny retort pulled up in your mind. You also didn’t share any extra information about Damian other than a fond tone, pointing towards you expecting me to know about him, and by extension all of you, likely from news sources or Jason. In short, you said what you said the way you said it to appear properly social while fishing for clues about who I am, maybe even leading into an interrogation gentle enough to be written off as just the type a concerned brother would give here in Gotham.” Danny blinked, seemingly caught off guard by his own words. “Sorry, force of habit. My sister used to quiz me about people based on how they talked as a way to double check her own thoughts before she got good enough at reading people that she didn’t feel that it was necessary anymore, then it became more of a game. Guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

Dick sat stunned for several long minutes, looking like what Jason felt the first time Danny had done that when tired. It hadn’t happened often, but it was always shocking when it did. Amused, Jason looked at the other two people at the booth, seeing a similar shocked expression on Tim’s face, who also no longer looked as tired, but Damian didn’t look at all like Jason expected. There was no shock in his expression or body language, rather amusement and some things Jason couldn’t quite define. It sent a disquieted feeling slithering up Jason’s spine, but that was normal when it came to the Demon Brat.

“If anyone could deduce so much about you, Richard, then you must be slipping.” Damian huffed out.

“Are you saying that I couldn’t do the same to you Damian Wayne?” There was an odd emphasis put on Damian’s last name that Jason hadn’t heard before, not from Danny at least. There was also a new light in Danny’s eyes, though this was one that Jason recognized, the spark of a worthy challenge.

Just like that, it was like the world fell away for the two of them, and Jason suddenly felt like an outsider who was ignorant of the world. He couldn’t explain why he felt that way, but he did. Damian didn’t respond past a raised eyebrow, but Danny just kept staring the same, although Jason felt like something in the air had changed even if Danny hadn’t. The green that had lain quiet for so long suddenly roared its head, and Jason redirected his eyes to his hands that were clutching the edge of the table so hard his fingers were white.

“Order for Todd.” All the tension in the room suddenly snapped, and everyone at the table turned towards the front counter where the words had come from, numbly Jason walked over and got the two trays of his and Danny’s food. He nodded his thanks to the worker and turned back to the table, keeping his eyes on the floor for a reason he didn’t know, which was rapidly becoming the normal sensation of the day.

When Jason got back to the table, things felt so much looser, more free than before, although no one was talking. Setting the trays on the table, it was like whatever was keeping anyone from speaking snapped. “What do you do for a living?” Tim burst out before his mind appeared to catch up to his mind and he flushed slightly, yet still watched Danny, determined to have the question answered now that it was asked.

“Oh, I work at Arkham as an assistant head guard for the Rogue Wing. It basically just means that I do most of the same work as a regular guard with a couple of added responsibilities and a bit more paperwork. I actually didn’t mean to apply for anything over a regular guard, considering I’m a little on the young side, but the person who referred me to the job handed me an assistant head guard form. I didn’t even know what position I applied for until my interview.” Danny chuckled the last line, clearly wandering in the past a little as they stopped talking to devour a burger, one of four on their tray.

“Why didn’t you order any fries? Sorry, weird question, but I’m curious.” Dick tried his best to seem sheepish, but Jason saw through that for the attempted ice breaker it was.

Danny hummed as he washed the burger down with a sip from his soda. “No fry can ever compare to the fries at my local burger joint growing up, so I never bother to order fries anywhere else.” Danny clearly saw that more questions were about to be asked because he quickly kept talking. “The fries there were so good that a pair of inventors literally made an invention specifically to keep them at the perfect temperature, although the fries were good cold too. Rumor has it that wars have been fought over the recipe behind those fries, although no one can say whether or not this is true.” Danny had leaned in, voice gaining intensity like the best of storytellers, drawing his audience in. Jason had leaned in too, and he saw his brothers had done the same. “It’s been said that the burgers are absolutely nasty, but the fries make ordering combos worth it because it makes the fries cheaper. I’ve heard a tale or two of one man who ate nothing but those fries for a solid year and proclaimed he was all the better for it.” Danny smiled at them like he’d just told a massive joke or revealed a big secret and leaned back in his chair, not even looking as his hands unwrapped the next burger. “Of course,” his tone was lighter now, seeming to let the air back into the space around the occupants of the table, enabling them to draw their first real breath since Danny had gone all intense, “this is all rumor, none of it is confirmed as fact.”

“What’s the restaurant’s name?” Dick whispered, clearly drawn in by Danny’s behaviour.

“Not telling.” Danny said with a smile, digging into the second burger while Dick made a hurt gasp that was only half acting this time.

“Why are you guys even here? You usually stay out of Crime Alley.” Jason decided to steer the conversation back on track, not wanting to get stuck in the endless hole of the weird conversations Danny could hold, not today.

“We were thinking about showing up to your apartment unannounced. Richard wanted to whine about you not spending more time with the family as a means of getting you to agree to coming over to the Manor next Wednesday. Alfred has promised to make some of your favorite meals if you agree, and Father asks that you extend the offer to your new friend, although I did try to inform him that you have not confirmed whether or not your new neighbor is a friend.” Damian kept his tone straight to the point, even as his eyes hid some amusement over the whole thing as Dick gasped about betrayal beside him.

Jason pretended to think it over. “All you had to mention was Alfred’s offer and I’d be there.” Jason turned to Danny. “They’re going to bug you about visiting until you do, are you free and willing to go Wednesday?” Jason already knew what the answer would be, but he asked the question anyway, something about seeing Tim get intrigued about a new mystery seemed funny.

“Nah, I’m busy that day. I’ve got to work some of the odd hours, and every other hour is taken up by an activity. ‘M booked.” Danny didn’t even pretend to consider it as he washed down the remnants of the last burger, eating fast like he always did in public. “Although I have heard you wax poetic about Alfred’s cooking so it is tempting.

The meal was filled with innocent questions as Danny watched them all eat. It would have seemed odd to Jason, but he’d grown used to the way Danny lived his life. Through the meal, Jason watched Dick become more comfortable in Danny’s presence, only really noticeable to those who knew him, but Jason somehow knew Danny knew that Dick was becoming more at ease. All attempts to find the source of why he knew left him with a headache, so he quickly abandoned the thought. Tim also relaxed, although Jason was sure this was mostly faked to put Danny at ease. Tim preferred long periods of observation to make sure people he found suspicious were actually okay people. Damian was even more of an enigma than usual, making references that were heavily veiled behind things he would usually say, and amusement was a frequent visitor of the deep depths of his eyes.

Suddenly, Danny got an alert that had him settling his expression into a serious one. “I have to go.” Danny stood up, abruptly cutting off the easy conversation that had been flowing before. “There’s been a breakout, Joker, Harley, Ivy, and Penguin have gotten out. The other assistant head guard is dead, so I’m being called in.” He looked around at them with no real emotion on his face, making Jason repress a shiver. “I wouldn’t stay on the streets for long. My coworker told me Joker was in a funny mood.” With that, Danny took off.

Jason, Dick, Damian, and Tim looked at each other, many emotions flickering between them as they silently conversed. Without another word, they sprung up, tossing everything left on their trays, which was mostly just some wrappers, and they bolted for the safehouse nearby that held a spare of all their gear. Jason hoped Danny stayed safe before putting all thoughts of his friend out of his mind, focusing on the task at hand. Jason hoped that Gotham was ready for whatever the Joker had in store for them.

As soon as everyone was suited up, Jason turned on his comm. “O. We have insider information that Joker, Harley, Ivy, and Penguin have broken out of Arkham, get everyone on.”

There was a flurry of activity and words as everyone else booted up into high gear, a breakout that involved Joker didn’t spell anything good. Finally, B’s voice came over the line, “Hood, report.”

A/N: I’m still not entirely happy with the ending, but I cut it there because I was starting to get way too frustrated with the chapter. I may edit this a bit for when I post it to AO3 eventually, but I’m just vibing on tumblr for now. Sorry this took so long.

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Guy Gardner: sometimes nuisance, often great friend, forever ginger, former social worker and teacher, current Green Lantern and... father.

"What the fuck," says Kyle. He was pretty exhausted from his latest assignment, and hadn't even hit the showers or went to bed yet, so he probably misheard. Or was hallucinating.

"What, Jane?" says Hal, like that's a normal fucking thing to say when John suddenly starts talking about running into Guy's daughter.

"What."

"Jane, or RJ, whichever she says. You haven't met her yet?" he continues as he digs through a bag. "You're missing out Kyle, she's a killer cook. Smart girl too, got a massive scholarship when she got into NYU. Might've been top of her class? Aha!"

Here, Hal pulls out a bag of brownies and crows in victory. Kyle's headache only intensifies.

"Oh, life is so good to me sometimes. Kyle, I'd offer, but I value these more than my life, so you're going to have to do all the hard work yourself."

Whatever that means. Hal starts eating the brownies like he's reenacting a vaguely pornographic food commercial. Kyle grimaces and turns away to look at John.

"Since when did Guy have a daughter? I've never heard anything about her," he asks.

"I'm not too sure myself, but I imagine it's been a couple years now. She was about 16 when he took her in, if I'm remembering right," John answers mildly.

Kyle blanches at that because, well, again, what the fuck. It sounded like she was already out of college, or at least finished a degree. That was probably at least 5 years of her being around somewhere.

John must see something on his face, because he says, "We didn't find out ourselves for a while, and only by accident."

"Yeah," Hal adds, slightly muffled. "He'd gone radio silent after a mission, and we were worried 'cause he got pretty roughed up. So we show up at his place and whaddya know! Some teenage girl, and a redhead at that, answers the door with the nastiest look on her face. Thought she'd deck us, honestly. And then Guy rushes out - totally fine for the record - and nearly flips his shit at us."

John gives Hal an unimpressed look.

"Get cleaned up and rest, Kyle," he says. "You'll see Guy in a few days, you can ask him then. It's high time you met her anyway, considering her ring."

"Her what?"