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fryingpan1234567 · 3 months

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canonically Jason and Tim have motorcycles, right? and B and Duke too but the other two are more well known I think

ANYWAYS what if everyone in the batfam had one tho? because. the potential.

Dick takes his off of roofs sometimes, but it’s built for it. before all his modifications, it was just a blue and black chrome Yamaha sports bike, nothing special. he added a Nightwing sticker on each side, a bunch of weapons (mostly electricity based), grappling hooks, Nightwing things. there’s even a sidecar for Haley.

Babs (before the wheelchair days) had a purple and yellow one that matched her suit perfectly. it sort of meant she couldn’t use it during the day, but occasionally she rode it to work with extensive concealing of the random dangerous gadgets. hers was also a Yamaha (same model ^^)

Jason canonically has a black shapeshifting one like some maccadams shit but it’s fine— it’s loud as shit, so he doesn’t really use it for patrol, but he loves it during the day. because it’s just black, it’s pretty easy to take it out for completely non-suspicious speeding law breaking joyrides. no harm done!

Cass has a jet black Ninja, and her reputation on the streets is about the same as the nightfury’s at the beginning of the first httyd. dark, deadly, and it’s even quiet in Gotham’s busy streets. watch your back for her.

Tim’s got the BATCYCLE it’s CANON. it’s also canon that it’s got a liquid-cooling engine and a Robin-themed paint job, but fuck that, I say it’s dark red and electric and he rides it to work. so sometimes (most of the time) he pulls up with ruffled clothes and helmet hair, which Conner nearly fainted at the first time he saw it, but we don’t talk about that. he doesn’t use it for patrol because Kon said he’d carry him everywhere if Tim gave him rides in exchange. on the bike. he has said on more than one occasion “wear the helmet, ride a biker” and Tim punches him really hard

Steph’s bike is purple, and the wheels do the hover-shift-glowy thing like in Mario Kart (also purple). she’s not scared of you or anyone; she will ride that shit to school and use it on patrol with the hovering and distracting color and everything. fight me.

in canon, Duke’s bike is electric with a bunch of lights and black and yellow and lowkey built like a tank. I kinda like it! I think it’s a fabulous bike for a fabulous man so therefore he gets to keep it I won’t be taking criticism

Damian gets a green and red and black electric Ninja, plus a helmet that he painted with feathers and paw prints n shit. Jon likes the spare, which is just black but has a red mohawk. what more could you want? he could fly everywhere, but he also could just have his badass motorcycle bf drive him everywhere while he wears his dope ass helmet and vibes to whatever 2000s pop shit Damian lets him play. he’s a professional backpack.

did you think I’d stop at the Batkids? sorry imma keep going

I like the idea of Brucie having a black sports bike that’s 90% modifications like in the movie. no one remembers what it was before he took it all apart and added Bat-stuff, but it looks great now! it’s blown up more times than you can count, just because it’s a really good target for rogues.

Kate has one that’s almost exactly the same, except hers is maybe a little closer to what it was originally. she doesn’t quite have all the same stuff Bruce does, but they’re the same vibe!

anyways that’s the vigilante weirdos club, so like it’s expected that they’d all have a dangerous vehicle. slightly less expected— Alfred freaking Pennyworth has a Harley with tall handles and sparkly black paint, but nobody knew that for such a long time because he barely leaves the manor. all the kids lost their minds when they found out. what can I say

anyways some Bat-bike shenanigans that have ensued:

street races between all the Batkids at least once a week, whether that be on patrol or in civvy clothes

Jason obnoxiously revving really loud whenever he sees one of them in the street, on a date, when he’s picking them up from something, just as often as possible. obnoxious revving. old people hate him

cool lesbian aunt Kate picking up kids from school with her badass bike and epic helmet

sometimes Dick will be talking about “his child” or “his baby” and no one’s sure if he’s talking about his dog or his bike

bike-related thirst traps on social media

“race you to the next light”

not a single one of them has left a Gotham speeding law intact even once (not even Alfred, although he won’t admit it)

Wally likes to get Dick to race him on his bike even though he knows he’s going to win

both Jon and Conner have said something along the lines of “I bet I could pick up the bike with you on it” as a show-off attempt, but Damian and Tim love their paint jobs too much to permit them to try

Batfam on bikes❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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suzukiblu · 7 months

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gotham

Kon's in Gotham, which would be less of a problem if it were the right Gotham.

Possibly his reality doesn't exist anymore, is the thing. He's trying very, very hard not to concentrate on that fact until he gets more information, though.

Currently, he's standing in the middle of an emergency triage center with a few hundred more refugees from varying dimensions, and he can't do anything actually superhero-ish or even too noticeably useful because he's wearing a fucking gala-quality bespoke suit that Tim bought him. So, like, way too nicely dressed for a refugee situation or really just any damn normal situation.

If he had to end up in another reality, at least he could've been wearing his superhero costume or his work clothes from the farm, but no, this particular interdimensional crisis just had to pop up during "suffer through another ridiculously fancy Wayne gala on Tim's arm in the name of charity" date night.

Why not, right?

So yes, Kon's in a triage center, waiting to get "processed" as a refugee and hoping to high hell that the local Batman doesn't hate Supers and isn't a supervillain. He'd considered sneaking out of the center altogether to go and get a better idea of what's going on firsthand, but people in the crowd keep randomly freaking out and everyone's tense as hell and he's a little bit concerned that something might be about to go down. Like, it's Gotham, and this whole setup seems like a very tempting target for people with dubious morals to swoop in and start shit.

As far as Kon knows, he's the only refugee in this specific center who's not a standard civilian, and it's hard to just clear out and leave everyone here to the tender mercies of whatever random assholes feel like making trouble for no good reason. There's just so many older people and so many kids, is the thing. Kon is . . . well, physiologically twenty-two, at least, and is a very clear outlier in the group. Mostly it's people over sixty and kids under twelve, for whatever reason. And a whole lot of the kids keep crying on and off and the older people are all clearly stressed as fuck.

Which is fair, since again, possibly all their realities are gone.

. . . technically he probably does count as under twelve, come to think.

Hm.

Eh, whatever.

Kon has spent a whole hell of a lot of time cheering up frightened little kids and soothing panicked adults in the four hours he's been in this triage center and it has been fucking exhausting. At this point, if any Gotham rogue shows their face and even looks at a single one of these people, Kon's going to just fucking deck them. Like, fuck whatever the local Batman's rules about metas and vigilantes are, Kon does not have the patience for anything else.

Right now, though, he's currently just focused on the very distressed pair of identical little girls on either side of him who are not twins and are absolutely terrified of each other.

"Hey, it's okay, Mallory," he says gently, and the girls sniffle in perfect unison.

"But she's scary!" they both blurt, and then they both whimper in fright, and then they both start crying.

Not ideal, Kon thinks. The local version of Mallory is in the awkward position of having had two alternates of herself pop up from two different realities and both land in her family's apartment, and the local versions of her parents are currently arguing with the aid workers about not separating them from their alternate daughters. Kon's half-eavesdropping–they're not that far away, the workers couldn't convince them to break line of sight–and they're both insisting on at least one of them being allowed to stay in the refugee center with the Mallorys. The local Mallory looks a little worried about things, but not as much as her displaced alternates do.

Well, she's the one currently with her actual parents and still in her own definitely-not-destroyed reality, so yeah, that makes sense. The other two Mallorys are just hiding from their other selves on either side of Kon, who can't keep his damn nose out of anything.

Really, actually, Mallory is a pretty lucky kid. Kon didn't even get this good a reception to showing up unexpectedly in his home dimension, and he's heard a lot of horror stories about people getting attacked or chased off by freaked-out locals already today.

Kon had just popped up alone in the middle of an empty ballroom, himself. He'd had to talk to a couple of security guards, but they'd had the news on already and the emergency broadcast had explained what the fuck was going on pretty quick. One of them had given him a water bottle and a candy bar while the other'd called the emergency hotline listed on the TV to figure out where to send him and they'd really both just rolled with the whole situation. That'd been pretty nice of them, Kon had thought.

People are awful, sometimes, but also amazing sometimes.

"Listen," he says reassuringly, dropping into a crouch between the Mallorys, who both clutch anxiously at his weird fancy Tim-chosen jacket as he puts a hand on both of their backs. "It really is okay. I know it's scary, but your parents are gonna make sure you get taken care of, and the aid workers are gonna help them out."

"But–" they both start, and then both make frightened noises again and cover their mouths with their free hands. Whatever realities they happen to be from, they are clearly very similar ones. The local Mallory wasn't talking in unison with either of them, but they keep overlapping each other without meaning to, and she's wearing a pink corduroy dress but they're both in the same black denim overalls. Different shirts, at least, but their hair's identically braided and beaded where hers is in afro puffs.

"This is weird and crazy, but you're not alone," Kon says firmly, patting their backs. "Your mom and dad have your backs."

He wonders what that would be like, having not only parents but parents who'd just roll with alternate dimension versions of you to the point that they wouldn't leave them in a government-sponsored refugee center, but quickly shoves the thought aside to focus on the actual issue.

Maybe Ma and Pa would come get him if they knew, he thinks for a moment, the thought slipping through the cracks, and then feels like an idiot. He's not a teenager anymore. Was never even a kid, technically. And also he's a literal superhero anyway.

That'd be stupid, for them to bother doing that for an alternate version of the guy who spent a couple years crashing in their real kid's old room before running off to San Francisco.

Hell, for all he knows, this reality's version of them doesn't even know him at all.

Seems likelier than not.

#kon el #conner kent #superboy #superfamily #rinfic #anonymous #wip: mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees

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mamawasatesttube · 4 months

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the more i rotate him in my mind, the more i really enjoy a genderfluid transmasc tim who is pretty freaked out by his own more fem days because he is so set in thinking he's a guy. he made himself into jack drake's all-star american son as much as he could for years, and it feels like a betrayal of all that time he spent being the son his father always wanted, if he "regresses" into wanting to be a girl again.

what he doesn't realize is that there's a world of difference in being closeted and pretransition vs sometimes wanting to be a masculine figure presenting fem. it's not regression but he's convinced it is bc he has fucking issues. he can separate out disguising himself as a woman as playing a part, but wanting to dress more femme himself sometimes - wanting to look like a boy dressing as a girl? oh that must mean something is wrong with him. he's going to repress this urge really, really hard every time it comes up. and if he snaps at kon for looking like a boy dressing as a girl one day (he's jealous. he can't admit it. he envies that shy delight on kon's face when bart compliments his dress. he knows kon is still exploring and feels tentative and fragile about it. why can't he do that? he just can't. and then kon asks why he's so tense and if he's okay, and a cutting comment he doesn't actually mean slips out...) oops!!!

(of course it gets talked out and resolved. cassie might threaten to throw him off a building if he doesn't admit what's actually bothering him, but they work it out.) but anyway that's beside the point. the point is i really like transmasc tim who isn't as binary about his gender as he has convinced himself he is. and it gives him Problems and Fucking Issues. he needs more problems and fucking issues

#rimi talks #tim #it's about the internalized transphobia and the grief of not being what his parents would've wanted him to be and the identity issues #all rolled up into one big ball of oops! uh oh! oh no!#i really like transmasc tim but he needs to have agonies about it you know?#when he's younger i also think he's got it divided in his head. robin can't bind. therefore robin isn't as good at being a boy as tim drake #tim drake is actually a boy. robin is more nebulous as a concept.#it feels a little disappointing but he can live with it. robin is really cool in every other way. it more than makes up for it #um. anyways. im gonna take another nap now. bye

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tallochar · 10 months

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You know what's a missed canon opportunity, for preNew52, that we didn't get a chance to go into because of when and how they cut us off?

Tim using all his cloning experience to make himself a new spleen and having Leslie transplant it in.

Because the problem Tim was running into was not making cloning work. It was making the specific cloning make up for Kon work in a way that resulted into an actual clone.

(Should have hunted down Match, took him down and took a few bags of his blood, Tim, but I suppose that was TOO far and the cloning creepy lab wasn't)

Tim figured out cloning well enough to be on his way to clone Kon, if failing because of the difficulty inherent in cloning a kryptonian with lex luthor specifically, so he should have been able to make himself a spleen no biggie.

I know people have the 'he got himself shot in Red Robin and it was in the stomach area or thereabouts!' excuse lined up for fics where they want Tim to stay spleenless and that's a good one and I love to see it.

I just would also d love to see a fic where someone finds out Tim lost his spleen and they freak out and it goes sort of like:

"Huh? Don't worry about it, I got a new one already in."

"Did ... did you bribe someone to get you at the top of the donor's list or something?" "What? No, of course not! That would be just plain evil. Who did you take me for? Luthor?" (yes, Tim is aware of the irony of this statement, Tim is making an in-joke with himself) "I am offended that you'd think that of me."

"But then how did you get --"

"I made one with cloning tech. What, like it's hard?"

brief pause

"No okay, fair, that tracks for you."

slightly longer pause / a little bit later

"Hey, wait, was that a Legally Blonde reference? Tim? Tim! Don't grapple away from me!"

#tim drake #dc meta #headcanons #dialogue bit #tim drake's lost spleen

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dccomicsimagines · 2 years

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The Kid and the Bum - Batfamily Imagine - Part Three

Part One Part One.Five Part Two

Warning - Gun Violence, Injuries, Death

Requested by @silly-thinkings - I was wondering if you can do a chapter for “kid and the bum” series. Where when reader gets rescued by Jason they call him dad for the first time.

***

The store was busy for a Wednesday at one o’clock in the afternoon. Jason carefully maneuvered his cart around two older ladies chatting away about the Justice League’s latest heroics. It took all he had not to roll his eyes.

He stopped by a display of cereal to check the list you had made him. A smile pulled at his lips as he thought about you buzzing around this morning. You shoved the list in his hand, demanding he get everything that you required for your birthday party.

Jason shook his head. “Who would have thought I’d have to plan a birthday party?” he mumbled to himself. You listed a bunch of decorations, plus cake and cookies. He leaned in and saw the cookies said Alfred’s cookies specifically. That was fair. Alfred’s cookies were superior to all.

He moved through the rest of the store, avoiding people as he got everything you wanted. He noticed people were all talking to each other and looking at their phones, but Jason didn’t concern himself with it as he was focused on getting ingredients for dinner tonight.

When he moved to the check out counter, he noticed the clerk was distracted by their phone. “Oh my god,” the clerk said, eyes wide. She looked up at Jason. “Did you hear the news?”

Jason blinked, putting items on the counter. “No, what’s going on?” He hoped it wasn’t just going to be celebrity news again. This clerk in particular loved to share gossip about Bruce Wayne. Jason had to swallow a chuckle. Not that it wasn’t entertaining to hear.

“The Joker took over Elliot Elementary.” Jason’s blood ran cold. His hand dropping the pack of streamers on the floor.

“What?” His chest tightened, he gasped for air.

The clerk nodded, looking at him worriedly. “Yeah, it just came out. He’s got a news crew recording the whole thing.”

Jason thought about you. How happy you were when he dropped you off. Now you were in his worst nightmare. “I gotta go. I’m sorry.” Jason left all his groceries and sprinted out of the store. His body felt numb. An atomic bomb could have went off right now and Jason wouldn’t feel it. Every cell in his body knew he had to get to you.

He got to his bike and juggled his phone out of his pocket, dialing your number. Bruce had recently given you a phone. Jason allowed it only because you were so happy about it. It went straight to voicemail. Right, you would have it off when you were at school. You probably weren’t near your phone. Jason knew you would have turned it on to at least message him if you could.

The voicemail beeped. “(Y/N), I heard. Just stay safe, don’t get his attention. Keep your head down and try to hide when you get a chance. Please sweetheart.” Jason swallowed hard. “Message me when you get a chance. I’ll be there soon.”

He hung up the phone and hopped on his bike. Just as he turned on the engine, a car honked right next to him. He flinched, glancing over to see Tim and Kon parking next to his bike. “Jason, get in the car. Kon will drive your bike to the manor,” Tim said, getting out of the car.

“I don’t have time for this!” Jason shouted, revving the engine of his bike. Kon appeared in front of Jason’s bike. Jason narrowed his eyes into the deadliest look he could muster with the fear coursing through his veins. “My kid is in his hands!”

Kon shook his head. “You’re not in your right mind. You can’t go in guns blazing.”

Jason snarled. “What do you not understand?! My kid is in that monster’s hands! That freak that beat me with a crowbar then blew me up!” His hands shook. Jason’s heart ached like it was about to explode. Tim appeared next to him and turned the cycle’s key off.

“Jay, you know we need a plan.” Tim’s hand clapped on Jason’s shoulder. Jason forced himself to look at Tim. “Take a deep breath and think. (Y/N) is smart. She knows what to do and the Joker doesn’t know who she is to us.” Jason pressed a hand against his mouth to keep from screaming. “Jay, get in the car. Please.”

A breeze blew past Jason’s face, cooling his face. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Fine.” He climbed off the bike. “But you better drive fast.”

***

You stumbled up the steps of the school bus. Joker’s henchmen stood around with guns. Kids were crying, but you didn’t. You looked around as you took a seat next to two other kids toward the middle of the bus. Exit in the back and in the roof. You were closest to the roof exit, but you wouldn’t be able to reach it on your own. The last of the kids got on and two more henchmen came on to stand in the front and the back. Kids mumbled in fear.

Cursing under your breath, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of this bus now. You sat back in your seat, letting the kid sitting next to you take your hand and squeeze your fingers to the point of hurting.

You used your free hand to slip your phone out of your pocket and tucked it under your thigh while pressing the power button. Before you were taken out of your classroom, you had slipped into your cubby and grabbed it.

Once your phone was on, you did a quick glance down at it to see Jason had called you. He must know what was going on, but did he know you were taken out of the school? You bit your lip before tapping the emergency app Bruce had shown you how to use.

The bus hit a bump in the road, making kids scream. “Shut up!” The henchman in front said, pointing his gun at everyone. It went quiet.

You swallowed hard and put your phone back in your pocket. “Hurry up, bum,” you whispered to yourself.

***

Jason bounced his knee as Bruce drove the batmobile through the city. He glanced out the window before eyeing the blinking red dot on the dashboard. “It’s been a hour since (Y/N) triggered her alert.”

Bruce hummed, tapping the comm button. “Report.”

“The teachers are safe. They were locked in the gym with only a few men guarding them. All the students were transported elsewhere,” Dick said first.

“Nightwing, I need you to send me today’s attendance records.” Oracle’s voice sounded strained. “I just finished a program that I uploaded to your lenses. It will help us make sure all students are accounted for.”

Jason crossed his arms to keep his hands from shaking. His mind kept playing cruel tricks on him, making him imagine how scared you were, how you could end up dying like he did. Jason pressed a hand against his mouth. His skin felt cold and clammy.

Bruce glanced over at him before speeding up. “Red Robin, Batgirl, what’s the status?”

“One bus is at Ace Chemicals. They are unloading the kids,” Tim said. “Do you want us to move in before they take the kids inside?”

“Yes.” Bruce reached over to rest his hand on Jason’s knee. Jason stilled. “Has anyone seen Joker?”

“Other bus is by the docks. Looks like they are planning on driving it into the bay. Superboy and I are moving in,” Damian said sharply. “No sign of Joker.”

Jason eyed your tracker. “They’re taking (Y/N) out of the city.”

Bruce frowned, glancing at the screen. “We’re following (Y/N)’s bus. They are leaving city limits. Spoiler and Starfire, what’s your status?”

Spoiler panted over the comms. “We extracted the kids from our bus. The driver drove the bus straight into Iceberg lounge. No casualties.”

“Good work. Let me know when you find Joker.” Bruce turned off the comm. “Jason, hold yourself together. (Y/N) needs you.”

“I am.” He flinched away from Bruce’s hand when he noticed it lingered. “I hate that he hasn’t been seen yet. You know what that means. He’s using the other buses as decoys.”

Bruce pursed his lips. His eyes on the road. “We’ll get her.”

Jason ran a hand through his hair before slipping his helmet over his head. He closed his eyes, falling into a meditation the League of Shadows taught him back in the day. It calmed his mind, readying him to save you.

***

You hopped down the steps of the bus, frowning at the decrepit nightmare that was the Arkham Orphanage. Alfred told you a lot about the history of Gotham and about the five families. You wondered why were the Arkhams allowed to be in charge of this sort of thing.

“Get moving.” One of the henchmen pushed you along. You stumbled into the kid in front of you before catching yourself. There were whimpers and sniffles, but all the kids were quiet. You swallowed hard, looking around for a way to escape, but there were more men with guns here. They lined the way right to the front door.

You wrung your hands together as you stepped inside the cold, haunted building. Dust was everywhere. Parts of the ceiling were caving in. You crossed your arms to try to stop your hands from shaking. A laugh you never wanted to hear echoed from somewhere inside the orphanage. A shiver went down your spine.

“Hurry up, Bum.” You followed the other kids to what looked like an old lunchroom. The men forced everyone to take a seat by the old lunch tables. You swallowed hard. Bouncing your knee, you tried to think of an escape plan. If you needed to, you could duck under the table. Of course, where you go from there is the problem.

“Look at all these kiddies,” Joker laughed, popping out of the door at the opposite end of the lunchroom. Kids screamed. A few started to cry. You stayed silent. Don’t attract attention. Jason’s words echoed in your head. “We’re going to have lots of fun.” He danced around the room before pointing a gun at a Kindergartener in the first row. The poor Kindergartener screamed as he pulled the trigger. You flinched.

Luckily, only a bang flag popped out. You relaxed slightly as all the kids screamed and cried in terror. Suddenly, your heart raced. Pressure built up inside of you and you found yourself standing up. “Leave them alone, you sick bastard!”

The room fell silent. You heard the blood pounding in your ears as the Joker’s focus turned to you. Jason was going to be mad, but you couldn’t do nothing. You needed to protect the other kids. One of the men came up behind you and smacked the back of your head with his gun. You grunted. Stars swarmed your vision.

“We have a brave one here, boys.” Joker laughed, gesturing toward you. “Now let’s show these kiddies what we do to brave ones.” You blinked away the stars and swallowed hard. Jason was going to be so mad at you.

***

“Take the northwest window. I’ll go through the door. All the kids are inside the old dining room,” Bruce ordered through the comm as Jason climbed over the Orphanage wall and dropped into the old playground.

Jason tapped the side of his helmet, scanning for the heat signatures. A huge cluster was in what Bruce said was the dining room. However, Jason caught a few heat signatures on the second floor. “I got some upstairs too.”

“Save the group of kids first, then we’ll go to the second floor.” Bruce growled. Jason saw Bruce kick open the front door and head inside. He shook his head. Your life was at risk, but Bruce wanted to be dramatic. Taking a deep breath, Jason waited until Bruce entered the dining room before he took out his grapple gun and aimed it toward the window. The first shots rang out. Jason clenched his hands to stop the shaking and fired the grapple.

He flew toward the window at high speed. As he was about to hit, he somersaulted and broke through the glass of the window. The glass shattered. Jason adjusted his aim slightly, kicking out one of the gunmen before flipping and sliding into a landing. “Go kids. Run.” He nodded toward the door. Kids started to run. Bruce was taking down three gunmen on the other side of the room. Jason shot the one closet to him, scanning the crowd of kids. Their names popped up on his vid.

“Cops are outside the Orphanage for extraction.” Barbara sounded relieved. Jason swallowed hard when he couldn’t find you among the kids.

“I’m going to check out the signatures upstairs.” Jason sprinted past Bruce and the gunmen. The stairs were old and creaked beneath his weight.

“Hood, wait,” Bruce said, but Jason ignored him. He tapped the side of his helmet and followed the heat signatures to a room at the far end of the building. A scream came from inside. Jason’s blood ran cold. He knew that scream.

“(Y/N)!” Jason kicked open the door. The sight inside made his stomach drop to his feet. You were chained to one of the old metal beds. Joker stood over you with a crowbar. Jason noticed the two gunmen in the corners and shot them immediately. “Get away from her, Joker.”

“Well look who’s here, my brave one,” Joker said, raising the crowbar to hit you again. Raw rage bubbled up inside Jason as he shot the crowbar out of Joker’s hand. “Ouch, now Hoodie, that was rude.”

You didn’t move on the bed, panting weakly with your eyes closed. Jason noticed your breaths were uneven. Your ribs had to be broken. Jason’s own ribs ached. A flash of an old warehouse with a crowbar and that evil laughing clown popped before his eyes. Jason shook his head, aiming the gun for Joker’s head.

“Back away from the girl, Joker.” Jason stepped forward. His finger itched to pull the trigger, but he could never kill someone in front of you. You didn’t need those nightmares.

The Joker laughed, reaching for his pocket. Jason rolled his eyes and sprinted forward to slam his gun against Joker’s temple. Joker fell like a sack of potatoes. Jason kicked him in the ribs for good measure before kneeling down beside the bed and undoing your chains. “Hey sweetheart. I’m here, don’t worry,” he soothed softly.

You opened your eyes. “Dad,” you whispered. Jason flinched, looking into your eyes. His heart melted at the sight.

“Yeah, Dad’s here.” Jason undid the last chain and carefully examined your body. You whined. “I’m sorry. I got to make sure I can safely move you.” Your ribs were broken, maybe some internal bleeding. Blood caked the back of your head. Jason bit his lip. Joker wasn’t hurting you for long. Thank goodness.

Jason carefully scooped you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest. He started toward the door. “Dad? Did I hear that right?” Joker cackled. Jason’s blood ran ice cold. So the Joker didn’t know about your connection to him...until now. “Does Hoodie have a kiddy? Oh my, what does the big old Bat say about that?” The Joker sat up. “Uncle Joker will just have to steal some more time with the kiddo. After all, it take a village to raise a child.”

Joker’s laugh chilled Jason’s blood. He tightened his arms around you as he glanced back at the Joker. Joker got to his feet, wiping the blood from his temple. Jason backed away from him, moving you to one arm as he pulled out his gun again.

Sometimes one decision changes everything. Jason knew this well. He chose to steal the tires off the batmobile, and he chose to go find his real mother. The consequences of those decisions changed his life. Of course, taking you in was one of those decisions. One of the best ones he had ever made. Jason glanced down at you to find your eyes closed and relaxed. You knew you were safe with him.

He looked back up at Joker. The rage bubbled up from inside. You wouldn’t be safe if Joker knew you were connected to him. There would always be that fear that he would find you, hurt you, kill you. In that moment, Jason made the decision without any regret.

He moved his hand to block your view of Joker. “No.”

Bang!

Blood and brain matter splattered. The shot echoed throughout the Orphanage. Jason’s ears rung. You didn’t stir. He thanked whatever higher being who existed for that.

“Red Hood!” Batman’s voice grew near. Jason put his gun away and walked out of the room with you cradled in his arms. Batman slid to a stop when he saw him. Jason just shook his head and brushed past him, only thinking of getting you out of this terrible place.

***

Once he dropped you off with a EMT, he stole one of the Jokers’ motorcycles and followed your ambulance to the city. Once the ambulance was at the hospital, Jason drove to the nearest safe house and cleaned up. He scrubbed his suit, getting rid of the evidence.

His phone rang multiple times, but Jason ignored it. He knew answering the phone wouldn’t do any good. Jason expected to feel more. Maybe regret? But all he could feel was worry and fear for you.

He tossed his suit to dry on the bathroom counter before stepping into the shower. Turning the water on hot, Jason scrubbed his skin until he was pink and raw. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you with the Joker.

“Jason?!” Tim said suddenly. Jason flinched, knocking his head against the low shower head. He groaned, opening the shower curtain to peek out as Tim opened the door. He was still in his Red Robin uniform. Tim’s face blushed, but his shoulders dropped. “Oh thank god. You gave us all a scare.”

“Throw me a towel. I have to get to the hospital.” Jason held out a hand. Tim grabbed a towel off the rank and tossed it to him before turning around. Jason slammed off the water. “If you’re going to arrest me, you can wait until I make sure (Y/N) is alright.”

“I’m not going to arrest you.” Tim crossed his arms, keeping his back to Jason. Jason dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay. I know you did what you had to.”

Jason snorted. “Is that what Bruce is saying?” Jason stepped out of the shower and brushed past Tim to head to the bedroom. Tim followed.

“Who cares what Bruce says? He’s not going to arrest you. I confirmed that.” Tim bit his lip as Jason dug through the dresser. He pulled out a shirt that was too small and threw it over his shoulder. Tim dodged the shirt.

“Okay, then why are you here?” Jason tugged a shirt over his head. It was tight, probably one of Dick’s, but it would work.

“To make sure you’re okay.” Tim turned his back again as Jason found a pair of boxers and jeans. “I mean...you just killed the Joker.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “It’s worse for (Y/N).” He pulled on the clothes and brushed past Tim to the door. “I got to go to her.”

“Jay, wait. Let me change and we’ll together.” Tim grabbed his arm. Jason held back the urge to snap at him. “Please. I don’t think you should be alone.”

“Fine, but move fast.” He jerked his arm out of Tim’s grasp. Tim turned and jogged into the bedroom. Jason took a seat on the couch in the living room. He bounced his knee, hoping you wouldn’t wake up before he arrived.

***

Thunder boomed as Jason barged through the hospital doors. The lobby was full of worried parents and scared kids. Apparently the cops were using the hospital as a meeting place to get the kids back to their parents. Jason bit his lip and pushed through to get to one of the receptionist. “I’m looking for my kid. (Y/N) Todd,” he demanded, making several parents shuffle away from him.

“If you could help us, please,” Tim added, resting a hand on Jason’s shoulder. Jason took a deep breath. He ran a hand over his face.

“Of course.” The receptionist nodded. She had dark circles under her eyes and her hands shook slightly. Jason’s heart went out to her. “(Y/N) Todd is currently being treated. I’ll have a nurse come out and get you. Please stand by the ER doors.” She gave them a tight smile.

“Thank you.” Jason tapped the desk before pushing his way through the crowd. Tim followed, eyes wide at all the parents, kids, and cops around.

“Maybe I’m never here for this part, but this is a mess,” Tim mumbled to Jason as they leaned against the wall by the ER doors.

Jason snorted. “Yeah.” He pinched the bridge of his nose to hold off the headache.

The two men fell silent. Jason’s heart ached. He wanted to see you, know you were okay and make sure you knew nothing about what he did. You didn’t stir at the shot, but maybe...

“Hi. Are you (Y/N)’s dad?” a kid asked, approaching him nervously. Their parents were a step away, filling out paperwork.

Jason cleared his throat. You had called him Dad only a few hours before. He never thought you would. Your relationship wasn’t that way, but it felt right. “Yeah, I am.”

The kid grinned. “You should be proud of (Y/N). She saved us.” Jason’s eyes widened. His knees almost gave out, but he caught himself on the wall. The kid didn’t notice. “When the Joker was pointing guns at us and was trying to scare us, (Y/N) stood up and told him to leave us alone. It was very brave.” Their parents called them over. The kid waved and ran off.

“Jay, you okay?” Tim bit his lip, grabbing Jason’s arm to stop him from sliding to the floor.

“She disobeyed me. I told her to keep out of sight and not to attract attention.” His chest tightened.

Tim squeezed Jason’s arm hard to get Jason to look at him. “Hey, (Y/N) is okay. Let’s just focus on that.”

Jason found himself nodding. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Right, yeah.”

The nurse appeared to collect them. She led them through the ER. It was busy. Lots of kids and parents, doctors jumping from bed to bed. “(Y/N) just got out of surgery. She had some internal bleeding, but should be fine.” The nurse sent them a smile as they reached recovery. “Third bed down.”

Jason jogged down and flung open the curtain to find you, pale, but breathing steadily. The heart monitors beeped, reassuring him. Jason’s knees gave out as he fell into the chair next to your bed. He grabbed your hand. You were cold. Jason rubbed your hand between his.

Tim sat down in the chair by your feet. He took out his phone, talking to someone in low tones. Jason didn’t bother to eavesdrop. His focus was only on you.

***

Hours later, Tim sat back in his chair in your private hospital room. Jason was asleep in the lounge chair that the Wayne Foundation recently added to all the rooms for patients’ families. You were still asleep as well only waking up briefly to see Jason.

The sunrise drifted in from the window. Tim got up and opened the curtains a bit to fill the room with natural light. Jason shifted in his sleep.

A knock came from the door. Tim turned, smiling when he saw Kon, Steph, and Cass peeking in. “Hey, they’re both asleep.” He noticed Cass had a container full of cookies while Kon and Steph had several presents in their arms.

“Aww, too bad,” Steph fake whispered loudly. Tim noticed Jason tensed, knowing he was awake. He decided not to draw attention to it. “It’s a big day for the birthday girl.”

Kon took a stuffed tiger out of one of the bags and tucked it next to you. “Happy birthday, (Y/N),” he whispered, gently stroking a hair off your forehead. Tim blushed at the sight, falling more in love than before. Steph poked Tim’s side with a playful smirk.

“So how’s Jason?” Steph whispered for real this time.

Tim shrugged. “He’s okay. Focused on (Y/N).” He bit his lip when he saw Jason’s eyebrow twitch. “Is Dick and Kori coming with the decorations?”

“Yes, soon. Kori had to feed the baby first,” Cass said softly, watching Jason. “He’s awake.”

Tim shook his head. Kon came to Tim’s side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Tim leaned into him. Jason opened his eyes. “Yeah, who wouldn’t wake up when Steph is so loud,” Jason said, rubbing a hand over his face. Tim wondered if it was hitting him yet. Then again, it was Jason. He hid everything well.

Steph stuck out her tongue at him. “Well, Alfred and Damian are going to bring the cake.” She danced over to poke Jason’s side. “Look at you, now we did all the work for you.”

“Sorry, I was busy.” Jason sat up with a groan. His back cracked loudly. “Did (Y/N) wake up?”

“No, she’s still asleep, but the nurse said she’s doing fine and should wake up soon.” Tim said, glancing at his watch. “We should all get some breakfast.”

“I’ll stay here with (Y/N).” Jason got out of his seat and stretched before moving to sit in the chair closest to you. He took your hand, kissing your knuckles. Tim and the others watched.

Cass patted Jason’s shoulder. “We will bring you something.” She and Steph left the room.

“You’ll be okay, Jay?” Tim asked as Kon took his hand.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Timbo.” Jason’s eyes stayed on you. Tim smiled and left with Kon. He knew Jason would be fine until they got back at least.

***

Jason studied your face. There was a slight furrow in your brow. He rested a hand on your forehead. You relaxed. “Are you awake, sweetheart? I know Steph was loud.” He smiled as your arm hugged the stuffed tiger closer to your side.

“Water?” you whispered, opening your eyes. Jason quickly poured you a cup and helped you sip from it. He hummed, noting how you winced at the movement.

“Do you want me to call the nurse for more meds?” Jason asked once you were settled back against your pillows. You shook your head, looking at the tiger then around the room. A little smile pulled at your lips at the sight of the presents. Jason’s heart melted slightly.

You giggled. “I’ve got to stop ending up like this.” Your eyes clouded slightly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, kiddo. You just keep me on my toes.” Jason kissed your forehead, swallowing back a flash of blood splatter before his eyes. He’d take trauma from you any day. “Happy birthday.”

“Wow, it’s already tomorrow.” You licked your lips and smiled up at him. Jason’s heart skipped a beat. He knew in that moment he’d never regret killing the Joker, not if it kept you happy and carefree. “Are we having my party here?”

Jason snorted, eyeing the presents. He stood up and grabbed the container. “Well, we’re having a party here. I’d imagine we’d have a better one once you’re better.” Popping open the lid, he was met with the addicting smell of Alfred’s cookies. “Guess what?”

“Cookies?” You perked up immediately. “Alfred’s cookies?!”

Jason laughed, sitting on the edge of your bed before offering you a cookie. You happily took one. Eventually, Jason knew he would have to face what he did, but for now, he’d focus on the here and now.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd imagine #dc comics imagines #dc reader insert #batfamily #batfamily x reader #batfamily imagine #daughter!reader #kid and the bum #red hood #red hood imagine

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theskeptileptic · 4 months

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Tim really didn’t like opening presents in front of people and before coming to the Waynes, it wasn’t like he had any practice. His birthday gifts had always been self-bought with his parents’ credit card and their family never celebrated the holidays as anything other than “gala season.” Mrs. Mac once bought him a Batman sticker book after a really bad flu one year, but that was unwrapped and placed on his pillow while he was throwing up in the guest bathroom.

The first wrapped present Tim ever got was from Dick on his first Christmas Eve after becoming Robin. He was changing in the locker room and planning on walking back to Drake Manor to slip into sweatpants and binge old episodes of Star Trek. Bruce had given him a rare “good job” that night and he was practically glowing. After his shower, he grabbed his bag from his locker when a small, wrapped box fell to the ground. Dick came bounding around the corner right as Tim read the label (to: Timbo, from: D) and Tim smiled awkwardly as Dick urged him to open it.

“Go ahead, you’re looking at it like it’s a bomb.” Dick bounced on his toes.

“I, uh, didn’t get anything for you,” Tim lied because he had actually bought something four months ago but was planning on hiding it in Dick’s car so he’d only find it once back in Bludhaven. Tim learned his lesson on not giving gifts to grownups where they’d feel obligated to say something polite—his parents told him many times that his hovering was rude.

Tim opened the box gingerly, folding the wrapping paper meticulously and setting it inside his locker. Inside, was a gift card to a skate shop and a small Dr. Who keychain. It was the most thoughtful gift Tim had ever received in his fifteen years and he, embarrassedly, could feel his throat get tight.

“I hope it’s the right store?” Dick’s voice startled him and he quickly cleared his throat.

“Thank—uh—thank you. It’s perfect. I need to go home now but yeah. Thanks.” He said lamely. Dick’s smile looked a little tight around the edges but it was still genuine. “You sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” But Tim was already out the door with a “thanks for asking but I have plans” because he was capital-F freaking out. Social niceties had never translated to social suaveness for Tim, and he had no idea what to do with the awkward space between receiving and acknowledging a gift.

The next time Tim received a wrapped present was his sixteenth birthday, from Bruce, and it ended up being a mind-bending adventure in deception and lifelong trust issues, which, regardless of whatever his mentor’s intention, didn’t really endear him to the tradition of gift-giving. So much so that Kon, Bart, and Cassie wrote wrapped presents?? on their list of Rob’s Triggers saved to their team’s hard drive. The team always managed to gift each other experiences anyway. When they weren’t, you know, dead.

Tim was gone during the holidays for his Bruce-quest, and the only wrapped gift he received that time was from Ra’s—which, better left unsaid, really—and when he returned, he was seventeen, and completely, utterly done with surprises.

So when he found himself on the top of Wayne Enterprises Christmas night, he was reasonably suspicious of the large box wrapped in green and tied with a gold ribbon.

To: Timbo, From: D

He hadn’t talked with Dick for over a month, and watching his brother emerge from the shadows with his hands up did nothing to calm his anxiety.

“Still not a bomb.” Nightwing said softly.

Tim watched the Christmas lights twinkle across the city, steadfastly ignoring the man behind him.

“It’s been awhile, baby bird.” Tim wanted to scoff but it alarmingly sounded more like a sob.

He didn’t startle when Dick’s hand landed on his shoulder, nor when he was pulled into a strong, yet gentle hug.

“I missed you,” his brother murmured into his hair.

“Yeah.” Tim said, which was enough.

After a moment, they pulled away, and Dick walked over to the gift. “Let’s do it together?” Tim nodded and they unwrapped the box, folding up the paper and laying it neatly on the ground.

A beat passed. Tim stared. Dick stared back.

“It’s been awhile, kiddo. Let’s raise some hell, huh. First one downstairs pays for dinner.”

(And if Bruce Wayne woke up to news that his offices had been toilet papered and completely covered in gingerbread scented shaving cream, that was nobody’s business but the two vigilantes eating reconciliation pancakes at 10 AM the next day.)

#bruce wayne #batman #batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #christmas #drabble #fanfic

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duskyashe · 1 year

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NaNoWriMo Day #1

[Masterlist]

Prompt from @stealingyourbones found here

"Valerie in Metropolis chews out Superboy for using her car as a projectile to hit a villain."

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Valerie wasn't aware that part of being a hero meant using the possessions of those you were protecting to fight the beings you were protecting them from. In fact, she's pretty sure it wasn't. Sure, she's not always been on the right side of the fight, herself, but she's gotten better! And besides, unlike someone she could name, she's never used a stranger's car as a weapon before!

"OI! You jerk! Did you have to throw my car?! Don't you have freaking laser vision, you idiot!?" Val yelled at Superboy Sr, who was levitating just above the intersection a few feet away from her.

Superboy glared incredulously at her over his shoulder, which, first of all, rude, she should be glaring at him, not the other way around. Second of all, she has every right to be upset about this, how he can be incredulously doing anything in response to that fact is, quite frankly, stupid.

"You call that a car? Honey, fuzzy dice are so 50s, and what was with the white wall tires? I was doing that dated hunk of junk a favor." Oh. Oh he did not. He. Did. Not.

"That 'dated hunk of junk', as you called it, was my grandfather's. It was a feta HEIRLOOM, you—you cheese curd! You leftover piece of string cheese! If you think you're gonna get out of this scott free, then buddy, you've got another thing coming! It may have been on its last legs, but that thing was, quite literally, my only reliable mode of transportation in this gouda forsaken place. 'Moby Dick'! Do you just casually destroy private property every time you fight some ne'er-do-well? How the 'Flygirl' you manage to get away with frequent property damage I'll never know, but—" who knew cussing out a superhero in the middle of battle was so hard to do? She had to up her cardio next time to went to the gym, this was unacceptable.

Superboy glanced at her again and rolled his eyes, dodging out of the way of a different thrown car before replying. "Look, as much as I'd love to hear you go on, I'm kind of busy at the moment, can we talk about this later? If you're really that torn up over the antique rust bucket, I'll make it up to you. Alright?"

Val narrowed her eyes at him as she ducked under a chunk of flying rubble. "You better. In fact, to make sure you don't get to get out of this, I'm going to stay right on your tail the rest of this fight. You try to lose me, I take you to court. Now will you stop dancing around this quack?! Just finish him already!"

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Incoming message

From: The Konman

Hey, question. Could you, theoretically, lend me some money for a car?

From: Third Tim's the Charm

... is this about that chick whose car you threw instead of using your heat vision earlier?

From: The Konman

Oh no, I am not losing that bet, I can totally go a full week without melting things with my eyes.

From: Third Tim's the Charm

... I'll see what I can do.

From: The Konman

You're the best ^⁠_⁠^

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Credit: "The Konman" is from the amazing chat fic "Crime, Love, and Ghosts. (And other, Probably)" by Thornrose270 on AO3, I highly recommend reading it ^⁠_⁠^

There's no specific make or model mentioned because, while I am an appreciator of cars, I do not want to make any more waves in the car enthusiast community than I might have already, what with my comments on fuzzy dice and white wall tires (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Also, on Val's use of cheese and literature as stand-in cuss words. Kids emulate the language used around them as they grow up ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠⊙⁠_⁠ʖ⁠⊙⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ also, I really wanted to use some cheese related cuss words (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)

I may or may not come back later and edit this, there was no beta reader and I barely know how to write Val or Kon, so there's probably lots of mistakes (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠) but hopefully it's not too bad? *fingers crossed*

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captainkirkk · 1 year

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and enjoyed recently. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

straight on 'til morning by merils

Kon hasn't been a kid in a long time - he's not stuck at sixteen anymore, and he hasn't been for years; he's twenty-three and living his best life. But the past has funny ways of coming back to haunt everyone when they least expect it, and there's no predicting the storm on the horizon for him.

It starts simply, as do most things. Jon turns sixteen.

Jon turns sixteen, and Kon suddenly realizes that if anyone were to treat him the way he was treated at sixteen, he'd tear the world apart.

The revelations, unfortunately, don't stop there.

Clone Wars

A Light in the Dark by glimmerglanger

Sometimes, it seemed Obi-Wan only saw other people across the field of battle.

The only reliable source of contact he had with other living beings - for the past year - had been during a fight. And he had not been able to enjoy such contact, had not been able to sink into the Force and refill his reserves, because all of the men he fought were trying so desperately to kill him and all the people he was trying so hard to protect.

OR, the one where Obi-Wan serves the Republic, Cody serves the Separatists, and they find a way forward anyway.

Star Wars

Sunburst by ShyOwl

When Luke drifted off into the Force after he faced off against Kylo Ren, he thought perhaps, finally, he was done with suffering and loneliness and so much loss. Instead, he wakes up in the body of his eight-year-old self with a haunting whisper vibrating in his memory:

One more chance, little sun, you deserve one more chance.

Shadowhunters

and i will be your shade by beatperfume (+ podfic)

Alec Lightwood grew up in the New York Institute; it's his home. He loves it.

The Institute loves him back.

The Difference In A Kiss by sobsicles

"You all have to kiss me.”

Simon looks a little terrified when he announces this to the group, his hands fluttering around as he shifts in place. Everyone is gathered on Magnus’ large leather couch, squished together while Simon stands on the other side of the small coffee table, like he's scared one of them is going to launch across and attack him.

Or: When Simon gets put under a spell that will kill him if he doesn't kiss everyone he loves, Alec has no idea why he's even involved, or what he's done to the universe that lands him in this situation. He is not amused.

But he ends up a little surprised by what unfolds when magic forces everyone's hand.

Stranger Things

Why The Hell Not? by Katyakora (+ podfic)

"Did I really just witness the Hair himself flirting? With you? Right in front of my register?!" Jeff's voice rose by an octave with each question. Eddie would be impressed by his range if he wasn't freaking the fuck out.

Or: How to get your dumbass best friend a boyfriend, a guide by Robin and Jeff

The Nightly Stroll by RurouniHime (+ podfic)

It takes him a second, and then he snaps his fingers. Steve’s car. Steve Harrington is parked out here in the dark by the railroad tracks for some—

“Ah,” Jim breathes out as he takes in the fogged windows. All three of the ones he can see, and he’s willing to bet the other three are as well. The backseat passenger side is so far gone that rivulets have begun to slip down, carving darkness through misty gray. Considering the volume the music has to be at to be heard through the rolled-up windows, it’s a wonder the car isn’t vibrating all on its own.

Except, the taillights aren’t just reflecting, they’re glinting, like eyes winking. The car is rocking just a smidge, little jumps and squeaks on its suspension. Jim would have to have been a much more well-behaved kid than he had been not to recognize that particular cadence. “Shit, Harrington."

#happy thursday everyone #weekly fic round up #my posts #fic recs #stranger things recs #dc recs #sw recs #shadowhunter recs

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ktkat99 · 1 year

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So I had a thought...

What if Tim Drake got kidnapped one day for ransom, but for whatever reason the ransom never got paid (parents were out of the country and never received the call, or failed the dropoff, etc.) and the kidnappers decide to just... keep him.

Now, what if the kidnappers were Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, Harley looking for a big payday and Ivy getting dragged into it because Harley didn't tell her the whole plan before just showing up with a whole ass kid.

They fall in love with little Tim and decide that if his parents don't want him, they do, and Tim gets two loving, doting parents out of it. And, of course, as he grows he starts taking after his moms and leans a bit more towards the eco-terrorist side of the family, which in turn means that the batkids get to have their own kind-of villian that's about their age that they all grow up fighting.

Like, just imagine:

Bruce has to decide how to handle a smart as hell kid coming up as a new Gotham criminal.

Nightwing's 'this child needs a big brother' instincts clashing with his 'fight the bad guy' instincts.

As Tim never took over Robin after Jason died, the two have a whole different relationship.

Ivy and Harley figuring out how to raise a small child, and later a teenager while maintaining their night lives.

Tim and Steph dating and his moms having a hard time being normal about their baby growing up and falling in love.

Ivy talking with him about being safe and moving at his own pace and how to talk to boys while Harley is freaking out in the background planning his coming out party when he tells them he's bi.

Them giving the shovel talk to either Kon or Bernard would be GOLD bc one is a hero and the other is basically a star-eyed puppy.

Tim being raised as an only child means that he gets ALL the attention.

Harley and Ivy raising absolute hell should any of the bats go after their son.

Tim would definitely try to recreate Ivy's lab accident and end up with plant powers leading him even more towards eco-terrorist.

Just imagine, Tim with Ivy's green skin.

Just... the three of them would be such a great family and I can't stop thinking about it.

#batman #red robin #tim drake #harley quinn #poison ivy #harlivy #nightwing #red hood #spoiler #villian!tim #happy!tim #ive outlined a short story with this plot #not sure if im going to write it tho

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aschriles · 8 months

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"Is that... Conner Luthor?"

Danny's head snapped up at the freshman's question. He slowly inched his gaze past the wide-eyed freshmen on the other bench, just in time to see someone who was definitely Kon shut the door of a flashy convertible, slide the keys in his pocket, and turn around and meet Danny's eyes.

Crap.

Danny could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. Also, to other places blood should not be rushing to because now was so not the best time to get a boner, but... okay, he was getting a boner. Kon making a beeline towards him while looking straight in the eye wasn't helping. He could hear the freshmen explode into whispers, knew they had pulled out their phones and were maybe posting about how Conner Luthor was already taken, and if Kon's eyes just weren't so damn beautiful and Danny wasn't trying very hard to look like he wasn't a sex freak who just popped a boner because his fuck buddy picked him up after class (he should've known Kon texting him if he was still at Met U was sus as hell), he might've gave the freshmen a piece of his mind.

"Hey." Kon stopped right in front of him.

Danny swallowed, hoping to everyone in the JLD, the JLA, and the Ghost Zone that Kon wouldn't look down. "Hi."

Unfortunately, he was the unluckiest bastard in the entire universe, because Kon's eyes flicked downwards for a few seconds, before shifting up to meet Danny's gaze again. Danny swallowed even louder, but tried to look like he wasn't doing it, and attempted for an okay-I-have-a-boner-it's-nice-to-see-you-can-we-just-get-out-of-here-instead? grin instead.

As if reading his thoughts, Kon grinned back. "So, what do you think of the car?"

"You gonna fuck me in it?" Danny blurted out, except he was careful to keep his voice low unless he wanted news of him being a sex freak reach his parents.

Kon's eyes darkened, but the grin was still on his face, making him look even hotter. Especially with his whole leather jacket-bad boy-piercing thing going on that Danny had been a huge fan of since the first time they started the arrangement. "Only if you'd ask nicely, dude."

He could vaguely hear the freshmen's whispers grow more hushed and excited, and a question that sounded like, "Oh my god are they really dating?? I thought Conner has a girlfriend!" was followed by some shushing, but his attention was too focused on subtly hiding his boner with his bag while Kon pulled him away from the quad.

In the back of Danny's mind, he knew he was going to get a lot of shit for this from the gang and possibly Ash, but right now, he really didn't care. (Not when Kon was maybe going to blow him and they were going to have wild awesome car sex afterwards.)

#dc x dp #dp x dc #super dead #danny phantom #conner kent #dc comics #snippet au of my previous fic #where kon and danny are still fwb #but now it's in danny's pov #this is my first time posting idk how this works please help me

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ketchup-monthly · 1 year

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prompt S for the fandom ask because you have so many correct hcs and more people need to see them

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

The prompts for this one were pertaining to Lanterns (specifically Green Lanterns bc im obsessed and need help) and Kryptonians (specifically pertaining to physiology bc i have problems)

Kryptonians- -lets get into the weird kryptonian physiology. most of the time, people don't really notice the little things unless they look too closely, but kryptonians are just off enough that it freaks people out and they're a little wary of them. -kryptonians have an extra set of canines and their teeth are a bit longer and sharper than humans teeth. kryptonians have learned to talk and smile in ways that do not highlight those because its more than a little threatening when the 6'5" guy who is built like a brick house smiles widely and your prey senses activate. -their hair has a bluish tint, even kara's, which is blonde instead of black, so they frequently get asked (kon and kara at least) if their hair is dyed. -kryptonian eyes are weird as shit. those with blue eyes (really just clark and kara, who are pure kryptonians) are unnaturally blue and kinda creepy (kon has lex's green eyes and jon has lois's purple eyes). kryptonian eyes have a second eyelid that protects their eyes as well as opens when they use their various special visions. kryptonians cant see when theyre using their laser vision, but their eyes have the ability naturally to see ultraviolet and infrared light, so when they have their second eyelids open and are not using laser vision, they can see humans stripes! their second eyelids lubricate their eyes as well as protect them, so full kryptonians dont need to blink to lubricate their eyes. half kryptonians have to blink more than full kryptonians, but its still far less then humans do, about 3-4 times a minute instead of 15-20 times a minute on average. full kryptonians only blink about 1-2 times a minute, and mostly out of habit. they also have glowy eyes like cats when light hits them right -kryptonians dont need to breathe much, and sleep far less than humans because they derive energy from the sun. full kryptonians also dont really need to eat food, but they do so they can fit in, and half kryptonians need to eat almost more than humans do so they can fuel their kryptonian ability to absorb sunlight. -kryptonians dont have fingerprints like humans do. the tips of their fingers are completely smooth. their "fingerprints" are markings on their skin that are outside the spectrum of visible light that humans can see. -kryptonians have blood that is a darker purplish red, so they blush darker than humans do. they are also very warm to the touch like speedsters are since their blood absorbs and holds sunlight stores

Lanterns- -when lanterns power up, their eyes glow the color of their rings. you cant really tell with hal and kyle, who wear masks with white out lenses, bur john, guy, simon, jess, etc all have glowing green eyes. the lantern rings, when used for extended periods of time, and when worn over a long period of time, will gradually change the users body. before becoming lanterns, the characters have natural eye colors that they were born with, but after having worn their rings for a while, their normal eye color will shift to one closer to their lantern color. guys eyes change to a very pale green, hals to a green with gold sectoral heterochromia in his left eye, johns eyes become a hazel green, kyles were actually green to begin with, etc. carols eyes become a beautiful violet color. -use of the lantern rings will also dramatically alter the ageing of the user, and lanterns will begin having a hard time with their natural body rhythms since they move around through space so much with different time systems than their home planets. -The constructs that lanterns make have specific smells/tastes that they subconsciously choose. Hal’s constructs smell like pine sol, John’s smell like fresh cut grass, Guy’s green constructs smell and taste like rosemary and his red constructs smell and taste like hot sauce, Kyle’s constructs taste like green apple jolly ranchers, Alan’s taste like cucumber mint, Simon’s taste like lime, Jess’s smell and taste like cilantro, Keli’s taste like gamer fuel (mountain dew), Jo’s smell like new car -i think all green lanterns deserve to have a speedster friend but there arent enough speedsters who interact with GLs to go around :( anyway this is my petition for guy and bart to interact bc i think it'd be funny -hal and alan have the most tempestuous relationship (after guy and alan, i think, bc god the two of them are so different) but alan LOVES kyle and vice versa. kyle is like alans kid/grandkid depending on how old kyle is in relation to alan. -they basically all hate the guardians (except ganthet and sayd. kyle is ganthets little guy) -also literally none of them are straight. how can you be when not all aliens have male/female/boy/girl divides? aliens hot, man! -and most importantly, THEY ARE A FAMILY

#kryptonians #superfam #clark kent #kon el #kara zor el #jon kent #green lantern #lanternfam #hal jordan #guy gardner #john stewart #kyle rayner #other lanterns mentioned #ketchup answers

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suzukiblu · 8 months

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Tim

"Oh well this is definitely a problem," Kon says. Robin doesn't say anything, because Robin is currently trying to kiss his whole stupid face off, for some reason.

It's pretty out of character.

So yeah, definitely a problem.

"Poison Ivy?" Impulse guesses, watching curiously as Robin literally climbs Kon what the fuck. Kon is not prepared to be literally fucking climbed right now, or ever. Especially not while getting very thoroughly groped in the process because, like, never underestimate a Bat's capacity for multitasking, Jesus fucking Christ. "Poison Ivy is a Gotham thing, right?"

"Maybe?" Arrowette says doubtfully. "He kind of beelined straight for Superboy the moment he got here, though, and you and Secret were both closer to him. I thought Poison Ivy's stuff was more . . . indiscriminate?"

"Maybe mind control?" Wonder Girl suggests.

"Or a love spell?" Secret puts in.

"Literally any one of you could be saving me right now," Kon mentions as he attempts to escape Robin's very dedicated climbing. Said escape attempt is a resounding failure.

Is this how it feels to be a skyscraper in Gotham, he wonders?

"Just be patient, okay, you're the best option for him to fixate on until we figure this out anyway," Arrowette says dismissively, waving him off.

"In what freaking way?!" Kon demands incredulously, just staring at her. Robin wraps his arms around his neck and nuzzles his throat. Kon tries very, very hard to ignore him, which is also a resounding failure.

"Because Impulse is like four and the rest of us are all girls," Arrowette replies reasonably, because apparently that answer makes sense in her head, somehow? "Anyway, what, like you've never made out with somebody for superhero stuff?"

"I'm two," Kon reminds her.

Arrowette . . . pauses.

"Um," she says.

"Also I'm really not into the idea of kissing somebody who in their right mind wouldn't want me kissing them?" Kon says. "Like. That sucks, when somebody you don't want kissing you kisses you."

". . . um," Arrowette repeats, and now looks just a little bit nauseous. "Okay. Good point. Uh . . . Robin, hey, maybe you could . . . unclimb Superboy, maybe? Just for a sec?"

"I could," Robin agrees, and goes to absolutely no effort to do so.

". . . would you, please?" Arrowette tries.

"No," Robin says, staring at Kon's mouth with clear malicious intent. Kon really hopes he isn't packing any kryptonite today.

"I'm kind of worried about hurting him if we try just prying him off," Wonder Girl says awkwardly, hovering just out of reach of any theoretical Bat-tasers, which is probably wise at this point. "Like he's all . . . you know, normal-strengthed and everything. Not super or wonder-strengthed."

"That would be why I haven't done any prying yet, yeah," Kon says, just eyeing Robin's way too intent expression warily. He is also concerned about Bat-tasers, at this point. And, again: kryptonite. Kryptonite could definitely be a concern right now.

Kon has so many concerns right now.

Are kryptonite tasers a thing?

He really hopes not.

#kon el #superboy #tim drake #dc robin #timkon #young justice #rinfic #twilight0wanderer #long post #wip: love potion number nine

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mamawasatesttube · 11 months

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11 timkon for the devotion ask 😁

11. “I’ve already died once. I would do it a thousand times over again to keep you safe.”

also prompted by @blueforget-me-not, @cas-and-their-refusal-to-write, and @chaoxfix !! (phew this one's popular!)

"Absolutely not."

"Tim—"

Tim whirls on him, glaring. "You," he hisses, jabbing one finger into the S-shield on Kon's chest, "are vulnerable to magic. That thing," and he points at the unnatural, glowing storm raging outside, "is full of insanely powerful magic that could fucking kill you. You're not fucking going."

Kon's jaw is set in that infuriatingly stubborn way of his; the glint in his eyes is nothing short of mulish. "Somebody has to get to the middle to stop that wizard freak. It's only gonna get worse if we don't do anything. And Cassie's already hurt. I'm going."

Not for the first time, Tim curses his own vulnerability. Curses that he's the best pilot among the four of them. Curses that the storm is raging too fiercely to just leave the plane on autopilot. Kon is determined to throw himself into harm's way, and Tim can't even come with him.

He turns back to the controls, glances at the anemometer; the wind is still rising. Ominous purple lightning crackles across the clouds all around them. The image of Kon flying down towards the sorcerer only to get struck from the sky by three hundred million volts of magic flashes through Tim's mind; it takes more self-control than he'd like to admit to not flinch.

"Cassie's hurt because she already tried confronting him directly, alone." At least his voice comes out steady, if a bit taut. "You think it'll go better if you do it instead?"

Another lightning strike shoots by, so close it nearly knocks the plane from the sky. As it is, everything outside goes bright white and the sensors scream; by the time Tim wrests the plane back under control, they've dropped five hundred feet, and he can see the churning, frothy waves down below.

Shit.

"At the very least, I can distract him while you find a place to land safely," Kon says, ever-so-graciously not rising to the bite in Tim's voice. "'Cuz you're talking a big game about me getting killed, but it looks to me like just trying to fly out here is probably gonna get you killed. And I mean, I've already died once. I'd do it a thousand times over again to keep you safe."

It would have been kinder if he just punched Tim in the gut.

For a moment, he can't breathe; panic and hurt and fury and terror all sweep through him in an excruciating rush, and his grip tightens on the throttle so hard it hurts.

"Really?" he hears himself say, lashing out in automatic self-defense. He hates this, hates fighting with Kon, hates what he's about to say because he knows it's cruel, but he can't stop himself in time as the words pour out. "You'd put me through the survivor's guilt and the grief and everything you know I went through once already, a thousand times over? Didn't know you had that kinda viciousness in you." He laughs humorlessly. "Kinda impressed, if I'm being honest."

For a moment, there's nothing but the sounds of beeping sensors and the howling wind. For a moment, Tim is terrified Kon has just vanished, thrown himself into the heart of the storm without another word—

But then warm, strong arms wrap around his shoulders and chest, and Kon's cheek presses against his hair, and Tim can breathe again. Kon is leaning over the back of his chair and just holding him, and Tim can breathe.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it, Rob," Kon murmurs. His breath against Tim's ear sends a shiver down his spine. "But I... you're right. I shouldn't have said... I mean, I... well, we can—we can talk about all that later. Right now, let's just..."

"Sorry." Tim takes one hand from the yoke to lay it over Kon's wrist, just for a moment. His heart is still thundering in his chest, a mirror of the storm outside; he doesn't need to ask to know whether Kon knows. "I didn't mean it. You're not—you're the kindest person I know."

"Tim." Kon holds him a little tighter. "It's okay, dude. Let's just focus on getting outta here for now, yeah?"

Getting out of here. Not confronting the sorcerer. Tim sucks in a breath. They do need to get Cassie some medical help, and some time to strategize can't hurt. Hopefully, he won't grow too powerful before they can double back and take him out.

"Okay," he says, and rubs his thumb over the pulse point in Kon's wrist before reluctantly dropping his hand back to the yoke. The wind outside buffets them relentlessly, despite even the formidable stabilizing tech built into the Batplane; he can't afford to keep his hands off it for too long.

Lightning flashes again. It's a little easier not to flinch.

"I'll run distraction outside," Kon says. "But I promise I won't confront him. Just get you a little breathing room to fly."

Anxiety spikes again in his chest, but Tim nods. He trusts Kon, and Kon is more than capable of playing a distraction while keeping a safe distance. "...Be careful."

Kon somehow, breathtakingly, manages to laugh despite it all. "C'mon, Rob, you know me. When am I not?"

He drops a quick kiss to the top of Tim's head, then vanishes before Tim has the chance to answer. Tim misses his warmth immediately.

It's fine. He'll hold Kon to that promise to talk later. For now, all that's left to do is to make it out of the storm.

50 Prompts About Devotion

#timkon #rimi writes #guy who has been listening to the totk colgera theme on loop: hey what about wind and storms as metaphors. what about--#ANYWAY hoo boy! idk if i like how this one turned out sorry but i hope it was fun all the same uwu #clambuoyance #blueforget-me-not #cas-and-their-refusal-to-write #chaoxfix #tim #kon

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raphael-angele · 2 years

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Tim Drake as Amy Santiago cuz they're both nerds

Tim: *packing 2 bottles of vodka in his bag*

Steph: 2 bottles of vodka. Is this gonna be the weekend we finally get to meet 6-drink-Timmy?

Tim: 6-drink-Timmy? What does that mean?

Steph: It's the pinnacle of the Tim Drake Drunkenness Scale. One drink makes you a little spacey. Two drinks, loud Timmy. Three drinks, Timmy dance pants. Four drink Timmy is a bit of a pervert. And five drink Timmy is overly confident. But I've never seen six drink Timmy

Tim: Does everybody know the scale?

Steph: yep.

---

POV: It's winter and the family is taking a walk on the beach.

Dick: *to Bruce* Great plan. An 80 minute walk on the beach.

3-drink Timmy: *to Steph* I'm so cold, even my fiery dance moves aren't keeping me warm

Jason: Well, you gotta be prepared. *pulling out two small bottles out of his jacket pocket* Mini-cognac. *gives to Tim and Steph*

Tim: *drink*

Steph: Four drinks! Thank you, Jason. AND THANK YOU, POSEIDON. GREAT GOD! OF THE SEA!

---

4-drink-Timmy, about to go and talk to Bruce:

Steph: Tim!

4D Tim: Hm?

Steph: *giving him a glass of alcohol* You don't wanna be near Bruce in your current state. Say hello to the most confident man alive

Tim: *drinks* Drink Number 5. *to Steph* You, are a true friend and a hot little bitch. *leaves*

Steph: Goodbye, 4-drink-Timmy. Sloppy sicko.

---

Tim: *has a lot of paperwork to do* I love paperwork, but this is too much. Duke, you're going so fast.

Duke: *signing a lot of paperwork* We don't have a choice; We can't let this place fill up with perps.

Tim: Yeah, but, you're gonna cramp!

Duke: You kidding? I've been cramping for the past 20 minutes

Tim: ...I'm so attracted to you right now.

---

Duke: *closing the fridge only to see a clearly highly caffeinated Tim behind him*

Tim: ...what?

Duke: Uhhh, nothing. I'm going to go over to there, now.

Duke: Dick, what's going on? Why does Tim look like that?

Dick: Oh, he obsessively drinks coffee when he's nervous and he's super nervous cuz he's taking his SAT's today

Duke: But Tim loves tests

Dick: Not this one. He's planning on taking over WE entirely if he passes and graduates and if he doesn't, it disrupts her entire life calendar

Duke: Is that a thing?

Dick: I've seen it once or twice.

Jason: So he's stress drinking, big deal, that's like a one in the Tim Drake Panic Scale

Dick: yeah, but we already jumped to level two: Creepily singing songs from the great American song book.

Dick: So, yeah, I think the worst is behind us.

Tim, yelling at the microwave: WHY ARE YOU TAKING SO LONG TO COOK MY FREAKING OATMEAL?! *throws microwave onto floor and starts beating it with his bo staff*

---

5D Timmy: It's time

Bruce: ...for what, Tim?

5D Timmy: For you, to give me a promotion. I've been carrying this whole team on my back for years and my back is getting tired.

---

Tim, trying on dresses/suits for his wedding:

Jason, who went with him and is also wearing a suit: So, what do you think?

Tim, wearing a dress: Hmm, I don't really like the sash, but, it's fine. I'm just gonna get it.

Jason: What? That's the first one you tried on. I once saw you look at 54 accordion folders and not buy any of them due to weak tabs

Tim: I file hard, I need strong tabs. I'm sorry. I just don't wanna take up any more time.

Jason: Your break's not even a quarter done

Tim: ...I'll stay another 10 minutes

Jason: You'll stay until I dismiss you.

---

Tim: *sulking*

Bruce: Tim, you know why you didn't get into SAMSAM?

Tim: Cuz I used a modern format on my cover letter. I put my email ABOVE my home address, why take the risk?!

---

POV: Tim and Kon are going undercover at Kon's old school

Tim, on the school computer: Okay, I think I got something

Kon: Hm? *looks* That's not Greg's profile, it's mine.

Tim: I know, I just wanted to take a look at your attendance record. *gasp* Zero absences? Hot damn.

---

POV: Bruce told the boys to watch over Damian for a few days while he and Selina go to France.

Dick: Bruce hasn't seen Selina in months. And I was thinking that if that was me and Kori, I'd be really sad.

Tim: Aw, Dick, that is so sweet of you

Dick: Plus, he left a binder full of instructions *pulls out big binder*

Tim: *gasp* there's a binder?! why didn't you lead with that?!?!

---

POV: Omegaverse...plus, there's a blackout (Dick and Bruce are the only Alphas. Duke is a beta. Tim and Jason are omegas. Damian is a pup)

Tim: We should ambulances on call. I want an open line communication with TOT and someone from DA down here so we don't get cases thrown out. I need a pair of sweatpants and check again on that status at ESU. Alright, let's go.

Jason: What do you need the sweatpants for?

Tim: My water just broke, which reminds me we might have to distribute water and food.

Jason: YOU'RE WATER JUST BROKE?!?!?!

...

Jason: Tim, you need to get to a hospital right now. I don't want a birth happening around me, it's way too gross

Tim: I'm no where near giving birth. I haven't even lost my mucus plug.

Jason, hands slamming on the desk: You need to get the *beep* out of here.

Tim: I'm sorry my baby grosses you out, Jay.

Jason: I'd be happy to meet your baby when it's dry and fully clothed, not when it's bursting out of you.

Tim: I'm just at the start of my labor, I haven't event had my first contraaaAaAAAaaa-

Jason:

Tim: aaaAAAaaaAAaction.

Jason: ...was that a contraction?

Tim: No. That was just a crazy yawn

Jason:

Tim: Fine. Look, I don't have to go to the hospital unless my contractions are 3 minutes apart and lasts for at least 45 seconds

Jason: Don't you need to go and pack some stuff?

Tim: Can I burrow some of yours?

Jason:

Tim: Please?

Jason: Fine.

Tim: Then I rest my case.

...

Jason: Okay! You're contractions are 3 minutes apart, it's officially time to go to the hospital.

Tim: Not yet.

Jason: Do you have any idea how thin your lining is right now?

Tim: ?

Jason: Yeah, I'm worried, so I started reading the book about omegas that I found on in Dick's room and I do not want to be around when PAGE 53 HAPPENS! *shows picture*

Person: Hank wants to know if we can cut the power to the third floor

Tim: Let me talk to him

Jason: HEY! If you page 53 on me, I swear to god, our relationship will never be the same again.

Tim: Make sure you don't look at page 214.

Jason, flipping pages: What? Why?!

---

Tim, to Bruce and Dick: Status update, I called in every officer I could, I green lit shifts and overtime, we're coordinating with 96 on traffic control, we haven't processed anyone so there's a backlog of perps on the 3rd floor, and I have to go to the hospital cuz my water broke.

Dick: You're having the baby?! Timmy, this is so wonderf-

Tim: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

Dick: ...we'll just catch up when the baby comes

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