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channajen · 6 months

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First chapter is HERE. Story summary: The G.I.W. is less than pleased with the Fenton's new attitude about ghosts--especially the new ghost, Phantom. When the family is pressured to cooperate, they refuse, and now the G.I.W. has targeted the Fenton family. Tragedy happens. One raid changes everything for Danny. He leaves almost everything and everyone behind for their safety and heads alone into the unknown. Danny finds out just how powerful the G.I.W. is, and he discovers that the world outside of Amity Park is much different than he previously thought.

Chapter 19 is still sat in the past, just after the portal accident.

Teaser below cut.

Jack and Maddie found excuse after excuse to delay the testing. They knew that they would have to test their son after they figured out what was going on with Jack, and they were both dreading it. They finally decided to wait until school started, so that Danny would have something to do other than worry about the changes in his body. They knew he would be upset—and he was—but they felt that it was the best course of action. After all, what would a few weeks be but a little longer to recover from things?

Finally, the time came. Danny’s first day of school went remarkably well, all things considered. He had a locker close to Sam and Tuck’s, and the trio shared a homeroom and several classes. Lunchtime was typical bland food, but the free time with his friends made up for it. Even though it was only the first day of school, Sam was already complaining about the menu. She and Tucker re-started their argument about vegetarianism versus the wonders of eating a mostly-meat diet. The familiar back-and-forth was soothing to Danny, and it was almost…almost was enough to let him forget about the ever-growing strangeness in his body, along with what caused it in the first place.

Danny still had not told his best friends the whole story about the accident with the portal. He relayed that he had gotten shocked, and that it had caused some nerve damage in his hand. But—he didn’t have the courage to tell them the rest. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them—it was more like he was embarrassed by his failure to adhere to basic safety standards. He certainly didn’t want to sit through another one of Sam’s rants about working alongside his parents.

She was convinced that they were crackpots that would get him killed one day. Danny thought back to all the weird happenings he had experienced since the accident and wondered just how right she might have been.

“Hello! Earth to Danny!” Tucker’s voice cut through the foggy circles that had ensnared Danny’s mind. He jumped and grabbed his chest. He could have sworn he saw a reflected green flash in Tucker’s glasses, but neither of his friends said anything. Either Danny had imagined it—or his friends weren’t saying anything.

A warm hand settled on Danny’s shoulder. “Breathe, Danny.” Sam’s voice was strangely calm.

Danny hadn’t even realized that he had been holding his breath. He gulped in a lungful of air. “Uh..heh…thanks, Sam. I didn’t realize…” He trailed off at the looks of concern on his friends’ faces.

“Seriously, Danny. What’s up with you? It’s been weeks since the accident, and you’re still acting weird. Is there something you need to tell us?”

Danny opened his mouth, but no words came out. After a moment, he realized that he must look like a fish. His mouth shut so fast his teeth clacked together. He looked away from the table, taking in the room behind them. Could he tell his friends the full truth? Did he even want to?? His gaze snapped back to his friends. “It’s nothing.” He frowned and looked at the floor.

That made him miss the silent look that Sam and Tucker shared. They had suspected that the accident was more serious than Danny was admitting to, but they respected his wish to keep things under wraps. If it got bad enough, he would tell them…wouldn’t he?

Tucker sighed. He looked hard at Danny one last time before turning to Sam. He carefully and deliberately chose his next words. “Why would I want to eat rabbit food when hamburgers and steaks exist?”

Sam glanced at Danny then turned to Tucker. “You know why!” She then began the old argument anew. She was willing to leave Danny’s issues alone—for now, anyway. Tucker seemed to be of the same mind, as he fell back into the rhythm of their long-standing debate over food. They both noticed how Danny visibly relaxed once their attention was off of him.

The rest of the day went smoothly, and Danny found Jazz standing by his locker at the end of the day, waiting to drive him home. He could have walked home, but his parents had insisted that he ride with Jazz—at least until they figured out what was happening with him.

The drive to Fentonworks was silent except for Jazz’s quiet humming. Danny stared out the window at the bright afternoon landscape passing by. He felt cold, despite the heat, and he realized with a start that he had been cold since he came home from the hospital. He didn’t even want to know what was up with that. He was worried that there were going to be a lot of questions without answers once he got home. He wasn’t looking forward to it.

That morning…

Jack and Maddie made their way to the lab once the kids had left for school. They needed information, and they needed to start gathering it by finding out if their baseline stats had changed.

Jack went first. Maddie checked his vital signs, height, weight, and vision. It became obvious by the end of the quick run-through that some things had definitely changed. Somehow, Jack had lost about 20 pounds—and he didn’t look like it at all, if anything, he looked bulkier. He and Maddie were extremely concerned how that even worked.

His height was the same, but his vision was much sharper than it had been. Jack had always had 20/20 distance vision, but now he was closer to 20/10. His reading scores showed that he could see much smaller things than he had before. It was almost as if the man’s eyes had been fine-tuned. Both Maddie and Jack were very apprehensive as they moved on to the rest of the testing.

Jack stood in front of the x-ray machine patiently as Maddie got sets of front, side, and back images. Then, they drew his blood. Some went on slides for the microscope, and others into tubes headed for the various machinery and centrifuge that was tucked away in the corner medical section of the lab.

Both Fenton adults had to take a heavy load of biology classes in college, because of their ecto-biology degree—they had to know the hows and whats that made up “normal” human biology so that they could tell the difference if something was amiss or “ghostly” flavored. It was also the only way the university would accept their degree-plan. Technically, they had pre-medical degrees. They just didn’t follow up with med-school.

That meant that they knew their way around a human-focused lab as well as an ecto-based one. So, together, they thoroughly studied Jack’s x-rays while waiting on the blood results.

After the deviated baseline results, the couple was not surprised to find that Jack’s films were abnormal. The images of his arms were fuzzy and somewhat distorted—almost as if his bones were now made of something slightly radioactive. Maddie was sure that Danny’s would be worse, but she kept that thought to herself as Jack puzzled over the images.

“Mads…if you look past the distortion, you can see that the bones look almost translucent. It’s like they’ve lost density! And my muscles aren’t nearly as visible as they should be. That might be where the weight loss is coming from.” His faces scrunched in confusion. “But…how??”

Maddie shook her head. She didn’t know, and she was afraid to find out. “Let’s check on the bloodwork, Jack. Maybe our answers are there.” She turned to the portal shining across the lab. Even at this distance, there was a quiet siren call pulling her attention to it. She shuddered and walked over to the centrifuge.

“This should be ready by now.” She made sure that the machine had stopped, and then she slowly opened up to get the vials. She almost dropped the first one she pulled out—due to shock. On top of the other separated particulates, there was a small layer of fluorescent green. It wasn’t a lot, but it was there and easy to identify. Ectoplasm. Jack had ectoplasm in his blood! Oh! First Danny, now Jack! She thought.

A03 for the rest!

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#dpxdc #danny is adopted by the Fentons #the portal got more than just Danny #protective batfam #good dad Jason Todd

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lovely-lynn · 1 year

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O'Malley the Alley Cat (And I'm Very Proud of That)

This is for @karmawillcollectyourdebt who requested a birdflash fic based off of the Thomas O'malley song in the Aristocrats.

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The annual Wayne Family Christmas Gala. Also known as the cesspool of rumors and fake smiles and the bane of Wally's existence.

Galas were one of the very few things about dating Dick that Wally found less than enjoyable. The were stiflingly hot, loud, and everywhere you turned there was another influential person ready to pass judgement. Wally had lost count of the amount of galas he had attended that ended in some tabloid article that the Wayne Enterprises PR department would have to try and cover up.

Dick generally laughed and told him it was no big deal by Wally would be lying if he said it didn't bother him. Maybe it was because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the hang of it. Generally Wally was a pretty fast learned but it seemed that, with these things, the harder he tried, the worse he failed. It infuriated him to no end that he couldn't find a way to successfully make it through a gala without a scandal, or offending some wealthy prospective partner to Wayne Enterprises.

Maybe the reason it bothered him so badly was because everyone else seemed to be so good at it.

Everyone in the bat clan, save Jason and Damian, had an alter ego they pulled out especially for social event. It was frankly quite startling. Bruce had Brucie. Tim had Timothy. Dick had Dickie. Cass, though much more subtle than her brothers, had Cassandra. Duke usually made himself scarce but on the occasion that he did make an appearance, he too pulled out a different persona. Wally had yet to give it a name, mostly because he hadn't spent that much time around Duke yet.

Bruce was probably the most startling of all the personas. He wasn't dark and overprotective, communicating in grunts and glares that sent chills through Wally's body. Nor was he an overprotective and exhausted father of way to many kids. No, here he danced around the ballroom filling it with booming laughter. He made a great show of being slightly tipsy but Wally knew just how sober he was. He was hyper vigilant during these events. His blue eyes constantly scanning the crowd, searching for any threat that had managed to slip past Jason and Alfred, while also taking a mental headcount of all his children.

Tim smiled, looking uncharacteristically rested. His eye bags expertly hidden with an absurd amount of concealer. He was speaking with a prominent businessman ,whom Wally couldn't be bothered to remember the name of, his shoulders pushed back in confidence. Seemingly unburdened by the weight of his night life.

Dick was always bright, energetic, and happy but when it came time for galas, he turned it up to a whole other level. He was the life of the party, sometimes even giving Brucie a run for his money. He danced around, chatting with people, and bringing attention away from any uncomfortable questions people might try and bring up.

Cassandra moved with the grace of the dancer she was. The lethal edge to her gait carefully hidden like the knife she kept in the folds of her dress. No one knew how she managed to sneak it in and everyone had long since given up on trying to stop her.

And then there was Wally an awkward speedster that was just along for the ride. He felt horribly out of place. He didn't belong and everyone in the room made sure he knew it. The wealthy families, the ones that even deemed it suitable to talk to him, spoke to him in a condescending manner. Like he was a child getting to sit and the adult table. Though honestly that's kind of what it felt like. He had to endure these underhand and often hateful remarks until Dick would notice and come over with a bright smile on his face but burning fire in his eyes.

No one dared to publicly go after one of Bruce's children, especially with him in the room. The entirety of Gotham knew what happened when you messed with them. It had only taken a few long forgotten reporters and overly nosy businessmen to get the message across. Unfortunately that meant that Wally took the brunt of it. Not only because of his overall status but also his relationship with Dick.

When he was out on the streets, in his suit, at the watchtower, Wally was confident, probably overly so. But here he was out of his element and he felt like he was in way over his head.

It was time like these that he was reminded that Dick was way out of his league. Dick was talented and seemed to succeed in everything he did. Even in the uncomfortable and boring events, Dick exuded confidence and optimism. It should have been discouraging but in reality it just made Wally feel lucky.

Galas had so many rules and expectations, not all of which were spoken. That was something Wally had learned the hard way. Because, sometimes it was those unspoken rules that were the most crucial. After his first gala, where he had made an absolute fool out of himself, Dick had sat him down and explained all the rules to him. It was enough to make Wally's head spin.

In order to survive in the world of the aristocrats, you had to be a shark. You had to be a master of manipulation. You had to frame your words in such a careful way that you could assert your dominance, for lack of a better word, without seeming as if you were doing so. It also took incredible patience and a strategic mind.

In comparison to the Wayne's, Wally felt like a simple old alley cat. He was brash, impulsive, and blunt. Patience and subtly were no skills that he excelled at. No matter how hard he tried, or how much he practiced, he couldn't seem to nail it. And so these galas continued to be absolute torture. Though Wally would rather saw of his own arm or live a life at normal speed than face the puppy dog eyes of doom if he admitted it to Dick.

Dick had this look that he got that completely mimicked a kicked puppy. It was mostly unintentional and it never failed to make Wally feel like the worst person on the planet. Dick would insist that it was fine and he would attend the galas himself, suffering through them on his own. He would never ask Wally to come again, no matter how desperately he wanted to. Wally didn't think he could handle that.

So he continued to attend the gatherings for Dick's sake. Even though the aforementioned man usually ended up either wandering off the mingle or being pulled away, leaving Wally to his own devices. Despite not being physically close to him, Dick had expressed in the past how much calmer he felt when he knew Wally was there. When he could look over and see, what Wally thought to be the absolute train wreck he called his support system. Wally smirked as he imagine Dick rolling his eyes when he referred to himself as a train wreck.

Luckily, they generally didn't stay for longer than two hours, unless the gala was held at the manor. Which was incredibly rare, and those generally ended early anyway. Wally glanced down at his watch, an expensive one that Dick had picked out to go with his suit. Dick himself wore a matching one, Something th other man had found highly amusing when he bought them. He was relieved to see that they were nearing the two hour mark.

He scanned the crowd in search of Dick, intending to find him and whisk him away, preferably back home. However, he quickly averted his gaze when he met the intense, burning, soul sucking stare of Bruce Wayne. Wally couldn't stop the shiver that crawled up his spine.

Wally didn't think Bruce hated him per say but he knew he definitely wasn't Bruce's favorite person in the world. Bruce is incredibly overprotective of his children, especially when it comes to metas. Though Wally had a suspicion that Bruce was going to have to get used to it if the shared glance between a certain bird and Kryptonian meant anything.

Nevertheless, despite his obvious dislike, Bruce recognized that Dick was happy and therefore never openly opposed Wally. That didn't stop him, and the rest of Dick's family from making it incredibly, and in very gruesome details, clear what would happen to him should Dick ever not be happy. Still, Wally tried, and often times succeeded, to interact with Dick's family. Because, loving Dick meant loving all of him. Overprotective fathers, coffeeholics, and angry murder children included.

Pushing his way through the thick crowd, and silently praying that no one would stop him, Wally made his way over to the coat room. An agreed upon meeting spot should they be unable to get away before ten o'clock, which it was rapidly approaching. Logically he knew it would probably be closer to ten thirty before Dick could politely claw his way out of the party but there was no harm in waiting a little early.

He pushed into coat room and sigh as his ears were met with blessed silence. The sounds of the party could still be heard, loud music and fake laughter coming through the thick oak door. However, the relative silence was still a blessing to Wally's ears. Now that he wasn't surrounded by people and their judgemental stares, he finally felt like he could breathe again. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, basking I'm the silence.

He lost time of how much time had pasted before the doors the coat room opened. His eyes shot open as the door clicked shut. He listened intently, desperately hoping it wasn't another patron. It would be hard to explain why he had decided to hide out in here. At least not in a way that wouldn't start all kinds of wild rumors. He could see the headlines now: "Wally West caught cheating on Richard Grayson at the Wayne Christmas Gala (more on page 4)".

" Wally?" All the tension faded out of his body at Dick's quiet whisper. Wally stepped forward, an overly fluffy brown cloak smacking him in the face. Dick tried and failed to stifle a snicker.

"Yeah Yeah, laugh it up. You try being assaulted by sounds and lights all night and see how your coordination is," Wally grumbled, choosing to ignore the fact that Dick had in fact been doing just that and looked as graceful as ever. He expected a smart remark pointing out that very thing but instead Dick's expression shifted to one of worry.

"Are you feeling over stimulated? " He questioned, lowering his voice even further and stepping closer. Wally instantly felt bad for making him worry. Sure the sounds and lights were a bit much a few minutes prior and he had the small beginnings of a headache, but he was no where near a sensory overload. Definitely no reason for the concern rolling off of Dick in waves. No matter how cute he looked with his face all scrunched up in worry.

"No, I'm okay," Wally soothed, "I just don't think I'll ever get the hang of being pretending I'm fancy. I never was one for undercover work," He teased getting a smile from Dick.

"Wally West, you will never be an aristocrat. But you're you and that's enough," Dick said , his thumb slowly stroking over his cheekbone. Wally let himself smile, allowing his shoulders to drop. Dick was right, he would never be the perfect picture of class nor would he ever have the approval of the people in attendance. But maybe, just maybe, He was something to be proud of. And as Dick leaned down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss, Wally found himself being very proud to be exactly who he was.

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I apologize that this, as many of my other fics, is so late. As I mentioned in a previous post, my best friend recently lost his battle with cancer and I haven't really had the motivation to write, especially as finals creeped up on me as well. Thankfully finals are over and I'm starting to kind of get my motivation back. This fic isn't exactly how I envisioned it. I think I ended up focusing more on the difference between the alley cat and aristocat . I hope its okay and let me know if you have any requests.

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robinsleeping · 3 months

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Low resolution Batfam

#batfamily #robin #batman #nightwing #damain wayne #protective dick grayson #tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #funny batman #batfam #batman silly #dc robin

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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 5 months

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Batkids calling Bruce when they need him.

Dick gets arrested for underage drinking call my dad now he's not in the slightest scared but he wants his dad. Bruce who already got bail done and is wrapping Dick in a blanket.

Jason crashes a car already on the phone with Bruce who is speeding to him.

Tim is falling asleep at the office and wants to go home dad please pick me up. Waking up tucked in Bruce's bed.

Damian gets in a fight at school you call my father right now. He suspended but Bruce hugs him on the way out.

Cass standing face to face with David Cain the man who should have been her father but isn't but before she can scream for Bruce she's wrapped in his cape.

Duke calling Bruce because the kids at school have never been nice to a kid from the wrong side of the tracks and getting ice cream just because.

Stephanie just calling Bruce to talk knowing no matter how busy he is there will be time for her.

Babs who even though Jim Gordon is a great man after a nightmare about the joker only wants one man. Bruce running in the middle of the night to her door. Wrapping his batgirl in his arms.

Kids who aren't afraid to call Dad. He wont be mad he wants them to call. To know he will drop everything to get to his boys, or his girls. Scared birds shouting for the big bad bat and he comes running.

#good dad bruce wayne #protective dad #tim drake #batfamily #jason todd #damian wayne #dick grayson #bruce wayne #bamf batfamily #batfam #Bruce is only a phone call away #he always answers

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melmov · 30 days

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POV: you tell the Waynes you never really liked robin

#dc comics #batfam fanart #batfam #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #red hood #robin #red robin #Nightwing #they are DEFINITELY NOT overly protective of robin as a hero #it’s not suspicious at ALL #art #my art #fanart #doodle

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mostly-imagines · 18 days

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Guard Dog

jason todd x fem!reader

aka don’t fuck with jason’s girlfriend

4 in 1 blurbs

warnings: mildly creepy guys, standard protective bf methods

Jason’s good at shutting people up very quickly. You’d almost call it a talent.

He shuts you up with a kiss when you get stuck in a rant, or with a hug to calm your worried rambles.

And when you’re in an incorrigibly teasing mood, he’ll throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to your bedroom to really shut you up.

With other people though, he has…different methods.

You sit atop your kitchen counter, trading lazy kisses in between giggles with your boyfriend. He stands in front of you, hands massaging your thighs as he leans in for another. You happily oblige.

You break off the exchange to lay a series of sweet kisses on that spot under his jaw.

His head tilts back, letting out a groan so low you nearly miss it. “Sweetheart…” he warns.

“Sorry…” you resign with a sheepish smile.

A knock at the door bursts you out of your shared reverie. You press a kiss to his knuckles and hop down to start setting the table.

Jason gets the door, greeting the pizza guy with a nod as you shuffle around the kitchen. The delivery guy hands him a receipt, asking for a signature.

Jason uses the door as a surface to sign, giving the delivery guy an apt view into your apartment, where he sees you getting out plates in the kitchen. More noticeably, he sees you in your boyfriend's shirt, which rides up just a little bit when you stand up on your toes to reach the top cabinet. The lift of the shirt exposes the bottom of your underwear, though it falls back into place again just as quickly.

Now, lucky for this guy, Jason’s facing the door and does not see him checking you out in your own home. Unlucky for this guy, he has wildly misread the vibe of your relationship. Or at least your boyfriend.

“Man, how do you get anything done around here?” He jests.

Jason looks up at him, and the pizza man’s eyes tear away from your legs to meet his hard gaze. It does not take him long to realize his mistake.

“Try again.” Jason behests, arms crossed in front of him.

The pizza boy’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head, stuttering. “I—uh, I said have a good night.”

“Mhm.” He grumbles.

The pizza guy hands Jason the box with shaky hands and scuttles back down the hallway.

Thankfully, you didn’t seem to notice the exchange, but even so, your boyfriend still glowers down the hallway after him.

“Jay?”

His attention snaps back to you, demeanor changing instantly. “Yeah, baby?”

You’re sitting in your usual spot at the table, his chair empty and waiting just around the corner from you.

“Come sit.” You say, with eyes that might as well be hearts.

He gives a reassuring nod and kicks the door shut behind him.

You and Jason are sitting on the floor in his old room at the manor, your legs thrown over his. You lean up against his bed, asking him about posters on the walls and trinkets on the shelves.

His knee is propped up and your arm dangles across it, his hand in yours. He plays with your fingers and periodically leans forward to leave a kiss on them.

You’d just woken up less than an hour ago after spending the night post-gala, and it’s a peaceful, if not unusually quiet morning.

Dick shouts your name from another room, audibly booking it towards you. Yeah. That’s more like what Jason remembers.

He grumbles some annoyances, dropping his head against your intertwined hands.

Dick bursts into the room, clearly incredibly excited.

“What’s up, Dick?” You ask, calm as ever. Jason lets an unseen smile creep up, head still down.

Dick’s practically jumping up and down, “You gotta see the shit that Tim just found in the cave!” His face drops as he directs his gaze to Jason, “You’re not invited.”

“Thank God.”

Dick ignores him and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from the floor. This is one place where he differs from Jason—he’s not always quite so aware of his own strength.

His grip doesn’t hurt really, but it’s firm enough that you imagine there’ll be bruise marks there later.

“Hey.” Jason calls out, nodding his head to where Dick is holding your arm. “Ease up.”

Dick follows his gaze and immediately loosens his hold, apologizing to you before pulling you along once again (this time much more gentle).

You grin at Jason as he tugs you out the door, him returning it with an endeared smile as he watches you go.

Fuck he loves you.

Jason had a decent break from his night job for once, and was happy to let you drag him out to a bar for a little date. You’d been linked at the hip for most of the night, his hands maintaining their ever present home on your waist and yours resting on his thighs as you tell him about your hectic day.

He’d usually prefer to stay in bed with you for as long as possible when he gets time off, but you’d looked so excited asking him to go out with you—he never stood a chance.

You look up into the mirror as you wash your hands, a strand of hair falling into your face as you do. You push it back behind your ear and smile to yourself, recalling the several times Jason had wordlessly done the same throughout the night as you rambled.

You make your way back to the bar, smile immediate on your face when you see your boyfriend. It gets replaced rather quickly though, when a man slides in front of you, cutting off your view of him.

“Hey there.”

You have to take a step back because of how close he decided to stand to you. He looks sober (enough) but wildly overconfident in whatevers about to happen.

"Let me buy you a drink, pretty thing."

Jason calls you pretty thing sometimes. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks and an inescapable smile creep up on your lips. When this guy says it, it makes you literally frown.

"Oh no, I'm okay, my—"

"You seem like a dirty martini kinda girl." He expertly ignores you, clearly trying and failing to make some kind of innuendo there.

Jason's sitting back against the bar, watching the interaction carefully. You still can’t see him, but he’s close and you can rest comfortable knowing he’s looking out for you.

With that reassurance, you don’t play this out quite as carefully as you would if you were alone.

"Look, I don't want a drink from you, thanks."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him because his face contorts quickly to mock-disgust that you figure is really just embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t be a bitch just ‘cause—”

You try to sidestep around him, thoroughly done with this interaction, but he grabs your upper arm harshly, pulling you to an abrupt stop.

Jason stands up real quick, yanking the guy backwards by his collar before you can even process what's happening.

Now, you know that Jason is an objectively intimidating guy. There's not many people that will come face to face with that absolute unit of a man and still decide to keep on trying him. However, you tend to forget that when you're so used to your gentle giant that only ever speaks to you kindly and touches you softly.

But his intimidating status becomes very apparent when the guy spins around, looks up at Jason, and immediately takes four steps back. He actually almost bumps into you in the process, not doing anything to tame Jason’s acute distaste for this man.

"Listen to me—back the fuck off before you get hurt."

“She—”

“I don’t give a fuck. Leave.”

The guy hesitates.

“Now.” Jason adjusts his posture to stand at his staggering full height, clearly with no qualms about putting him back in his place.

That does it for him, the man stumbllng away with half-committed mumbles of “whatever” or “something something lame anyway.”

Jason watches him until he walks out the door, before turning back to you.

He delicately takes your upper arm in his hand, pulling your sleeve up to search for bruising. But as harshly as he had grabbed you, it didn’t have the time to cause a bruise before Jason intervened.

“What’d he say to you?” Jason asks, brow furrowed as he inspects your arm.

“Nothing very interesting.” He looks at you mildly.

You smile and comb his hair back from his forehead, “Don’t worry about him. I’m good.”

He lets your arm go, and exchanges it for holding the back of your head, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You take his other hand and guide him back to your seats.

“Besides,” You look over his shoulder and let out a little shocked gasp. “Guess who just walked in.”

He gives you a questioning look before his face slacks, eyes widening in realization.

“No…” And you smile so brightly it almost makes up for what's coming his way.

You redirect your smile over his shoulder and give a wave to the door. Jason swigs down the rest of his drink, hand finding your waist once again.

“Jaybird!”

Jason’s still exhausted from patrol last night but he’d insisted on going with you to the bar to meet your friends. You’d tried to convince him that it was okay to stay in and rest tonight, you’d be fine. But it was a losing battle.

You suspect it has something to do with him not liking when you go out in Gotham at night, especially when you’re drinking.

So he hangs out in the background of the buzz, with you sat in front of him, in between his legs.

You’re talking it up with Roy, who’s been making jokes about how Jason’s “moody ass” tricked you, “the ray of sunshine” into this relationship somehow.

You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Right, ‘cause you and Kori were in love at first sight.”

"Oh, fuck off." Roy jeers.

He doesn't say it with the cadence of a joke, but it is.

You know he's joking, he knows he's joking.

Jason, who very well may have been tuned out of the conversation up to that point, does not seem to know he's joking—or he doesn't care.

You don't need to look behind you to know that your boyfriend is in defensive mode, though the look of regret mixed with amusement on Roy's face gives a solid hint.

You hold your hand out to block Jason his path as he moves forward. He lets you stop him, though you're certain he could get past you without so much as blinking, no problem.

"Right. My bad, forgot your guard dog was here. Don't fuck off." Roy backtracks, hands up in front of him.

Jason just rolls his eyes, slouching back down. You reach behind you for his hand, giving it two squeezes. You know he’s tired, so much so that he almost punched his best friend for making a typical joke.

“Five more minutes, okay?” You say softly over your shoulder.

He nods at you blearily, and ducks his head down to rest on your back. You adjust your posture a little bit to make it more comfortable for him and continue on talking, his hand still in yours.

If he hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly, five minutes would’ve been five minutes, but instead it became something more like fifty.

He goes through patches where sleep isn’t always so welcoming, a phase he’s been in for the past couple of weeks. You’d been waking up to find the bed half empty, your boyfriend resigned to doing research on cases in an attempt to at least be productive while he’s awake.

You can’t protect him in the same ways that he protects you—you’re not a fighter or necessarily “intimidating.” But you can protect him like this, in these little ways. Letting him nap on you, making him close the case files and rest with you, holding his hand throughout the night so that when he inevitably has nightmares, he knows immediately that you’re still with him. That he’s safe.

So if he can get some much needed sleep while only costing you a stiff back tomorrow, you’ll happily take that deal as many times as he needs.

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astorianyxkings · 5 months

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There's always people theorizing how the Batfamily hides Jason disappearance and reappearance, but I literally haven't seen anyone use the best explanation: Witness Protection.

Like this literally answers every question. The Death Certificate? They had to fake his death. The empty grave? Obviously it had to be believable. The time when Wayne Heir "Richie Wayne" refused to step foot in Gotham and talk to his father? He was pissed about Jason's (non) death. Brucie Wayne's very real depression after his death? Well he lost contact with his son and he was under immense stress from the government.

Like this literally answers every question I can come up with. Why has no one said he was in witness protection? And if people have done it, send me fics and prompts because I'm obsessed.

And the best part is, the Waynes are so stupidly rich that they could pull it off. Lex Luther could try and conduct his own investigation but somehow he can never find anything concrete. And if he gets too close either Babs hacks them or Tim just calls up Conner for a distraction.

One time Jason gets cornered and asked how he felt about returning to his life after being in Witness Protection. Unfortunately, him and Bruce weren't on the best terms to explain the whole story but he comes in clutch. He spins the tale about how heartbroken he was to see his brother, father and grandfather grieving and how honored he was when he learnt his new little brother idolized him. Tim got ahold of a copy of the interview and will never let Jason live it down.

The media doesn't ask Bruce questions about Jason's death because last time they did he broke down and a suddenly furious reporter chastised them and reminded them that while Jason may be alive Bruce still mourned his death. The picture of Bruce in tears at the interview is currently one of Jason's favourite lockscreens.

Same goes for Dick. Any questions of his brother's death results in (1) Richie Wayne ready to throw hands at any and everybody, (2) his wife (well one of them) Barbara Gordon threatening the reporters or (3) That same Metropolis reporter chastising the whole community again.

#dc comics #batfam #bruce wayne #jason todd #yes the reporter is clark #hes ready to fight for b and dick #vicky vale wonders if jason todd wayne was in witness protection due to something involving the red hood #jason goes on twitter and bashes the red hood's whole persona #dick grayson retweets that red hood is trying and is just a little lost #the official batman twitter likes that tweet #it causes a huge mess for both barbara and jim gordon to clean up #they knew they shouldn't have gotten involved with gothams pet billionaire and his weird kids

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soarrenbluejay · 2 months

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Since I’ve been encouraged to actually share my funny little blorbo ideas here’s another one gang;

Danny moves to Gotham on scholarship for engineering, because the Fentons may be infamous but they’re also insanely brilliant and besides both he and Jazz are showing every sign of embarrassed child of a super genius syndrome, so while the bats are keeping a close eye on him Just In Case, duke is also thinking of introducing him to the Our Parents Are Maniacs But Anyway club maybe after the first month or so.

Gotham does not go for standard dorm living bc of his ‘condition’ and lack of wanting to constantly spook/gaslight a roommate. Besides, living with two small children is a dorm sounds like a disaster in action.

So Danny signs up as a mechanic in Crime Alley, buys himself a teeny weensy lil apartment and Makes It Work. He has been all year after showing up with a de aged Dani and Dan in Amnity after all, and that had gone,,, fine? (The entire town, observing how Danny had been getting increasingly more uncomfortable around his godfather prior to the cloning incident, then just dropped off the face of the earth for several months, the first two weeks stuck in Vlad’s basement enduring horrors and the next Too Many desperately fapping around in the Ghost Zone to get everything handled. All the clones live, all 13 of them. Bunch of them are stuck in the Ghost Zone due to constant need for ectoplasm, but eh, plenty of Zone born never leave, so. One, in the future, apprentices under a green warrior lady on Pandora’s suggestion, another is working in the Eternal Library with Ghost Writer, etc etc. so Danny eventually came back to Amnity with one small child under each arm very obviously traumatized by Somethingn with vlad and doesn’t like being alone with him,,, or touched without warning,, and immediately and passionately proclaims the kids his but struggles to explain how or why,, look some very reasonable assumptions are drawn okay. So the town does the very reasonable thing and does the midwestern equivilant of excommunicating Vlad, except it’s a lot more run him out with pitchforks vibes since he’s the Mayor. Anyway)

He is immediately loved, because while non Gothamites are usually more of a pain than they’re worth, everyone in a while someone even from out of town will just fit in so nicely it’s uncanny for everyone involved. Addams family vibes, it’s referred to as ‘making it home’, just personal hc. He is protective of all the kids playing in the parks and street girls that can totally take care of themselves on their corners but find it HILARIOUS when he just tackles a dick like a wild animal full force no warning. He can fix anything it seems, but refuses to work with weapons. Reasonable enough, people get twitchy about gangs sometimes. Danny mentions being not against Hood or anything, but he’s not going to work for him, littles to take care of and all, but had past experience with ‘Dora and that inheritance mess with her brother he was being a real prick about’ so everyone assumes it’s the equivilant of him having Done His Time and being plenty good for a life time and respects it as long as none of that petty midwestern small town hotshots bring any of that shit over here. And they don’t, because said individuals are on the other side of the mortal veil, so happy day.

See I really love deaged!Dan because he’s just a grumpy lil guy. But he’s also killed millions. He’s so protective of his loved ones, but held back by blending in and also being Smol that it comes off more bitey kitten than anything else. Dani, of course, is a terror, so she fits right in with the crowd.

And sorry gang, but a bunch of kids on their own in Gotham in a poor side of the city just isn’t going to get any attention: that’s just business as usual really. What first gets attention on Danny is not his ‘condition’ or being mistaken for a meta (which he legally probs has an argument for even without the gene bc like these bitches don’t know how metaism works anyway so) or alien (I’m 90% sure he’d be covered by the alien protection act by virtue of being half ‘not from earth’), but because Danny despite best efforts is a Weird Guy.

He grew up in what could only be described as a low level villain level and spent most of high school dealing with smack downs and spiritual invasion. He’s never really processed that any of that is not in fact Normal. Also, he’s capable of making Anything if given the insides of a toaster, blender and alarm clock, and could probably rewrite the circuits of the apartment blindfolded and improve them 1000% even if it ABSOLUTELY would not be up to code.

And sure, things slip every once in a while, bits of spectral ice here, small floating incident there, but everyone just Minds Their Buisness ya know? You really gunna mess with the guy that personally ensured that when your car got flattened by a fight with Killer Croc, you were still able to get in to work the next day by some wizardry? Really?

But Gotham is a city so cursed it’s probably in the exponents countwise, so of course there is a) a flourishing community of magic users and assorted supernatural weirdos and b) a whole lot of shit for Mega Overpowered Ghost King Danny to idly pick at day to day in order to help with his protecting other Obsession. Gotham has plenty of heroes, but by god do they need the spiritual equivilant of an electrician/priest.

Still, Danny, as a baby ancient under a facet of Kronos and KING OF THE DEAD is like, way, way out of their scope to be able to grok, so it mostly just comes off as you know, a family of banshees or something. When asked, Danny very haltingly says he was briefly dead but then revived, which neatly explains his Weird Ass aura and makes it SPECTACULARLY AWKWARD to ask further about. So everyone nods politely, and goes back to their lives after double checking no nefarious bullshit was being pulled.

Then, of course, Vlad finally tracks them down. The whole neighborhood is altered in short order because he doesn’t bother trying to hide being a Rich Bitch or how he’s sneering down his nose at people on the sidewalk. Every connects the dots when Danny paniks. Dani and Dan’s daycare are staffed with some extra, very buff set of hands within the hour. Jerry, Hood’s third in command, personally shows up to the garage Danny is working at to talk things out with him bc he knows he does t like the deal with this stuff due to past unspecified circumstances but well, they guys had already started fucking with him, you see. Stole his tires, spray painted the windows, pickpocketed him blind, and when he retreated tipped off the police to the drugs they’d planted in the glove box.

Danny might not have been born in Gotham, but he was one of them. And the Alley takes care of it own.

#basically I want a fic where it’s not the Batfam but Gotham itself latching onto Danny #also more angy lil baby man Dan in big puffy coats being protective #dp x dc #dc x dp #gotham

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ghost-bxrd · 3 months

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Prompt:

Tim is the first to find out the Red Hood’s identity and from then on sticks to Jason during patrol like glue (much to Jason’s chagrin, dammit, it would feel wrong to beat up Robin when he’s that starry eyed…)

Cue: PANIC from the rest of the Batfamily, who still think Hood is a forty-something year old crime lord and now assume they’re dating.

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dead-girl-tells-stories · 1 month

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DC x DP Prompt

The wail isn't the only thing Danny can do with his voice.

He finds this out when he is hanging out on a date with his new friend soon-to-boyfriend Jason, and the cafe they're in gets fear-gassed.

Jason and everyone else in the cafe start to lose their shit and Danny doesn't know what to do. Most of his powers were locked away because Gramps wanted him to enjoy a normal-ish college life!

On the verge of tears, Danny remembers a time when Ellie was having a nightmare, and he found that singing to her soothed her.

And in a desperate attempt, Danny began to sing.

It was a soft soothing melody, so soft that realistic speaking, no one should have heard it. But the entirety of Gotham did.

In those few moments, the effects of the fear gas disappeared, and whatever anger, fear, helplessness, emptiness, loneliness, whatever negative emotion was being felt at that time dissipated as well.

For once, Gotham air didn't feel so heavy.

And Danny was sure he scored himself a second date.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dcxdp #dp dc crossover #dc x dp prompt #danny now has scarecrow and the batfam on his ass tho #jason is trying his best to protect him #danny is poly and is dating sam and tucker #they also thinck jason is hot #dead-girl half baked prompts

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thy-valhallen · 8 days

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Cass, pointing at Jason: we're twins

Tim:

Jason: *6'3" 200 lbs of Latino rage and muscle*

Cass: *5'1" 120 lbs of Chinese murder and love*

Tim:

Tim: you're just not

Cass, patting his shoulder: it's okay. easy mistake. we're fraternal twins

Jason, holding up a gun: yep. twins.

Tim: ... good for you

Cass: :D

#dc #dc comics #batfam #cassandra cain #jason todd #tim drake #i think the murder twins having a very close age is untapped comedy guys #like c'mon #i like the idea cass didn't fully understand birthdays #and by the time it got explained to her she was already adamant that she and jason were twins #and now if you try to tell her otherwise #jason is hovering with a gun to protect his twin's happiness #guys chill jason as latino is a headcanon im well aware

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mysterycitrus · 2 months

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so many issues wrt the idea of responsibility and such in batfandom would be fixed if people remembered that leslie thompkins and selina kyle exist. like those scenarios people keep making up about protecting gotham’s infrastructure happen in the comics but because women are involved no one seems to give a shit. “why isn’t anyone offering support in the alley??” leslie is. “why isn’t anyone protecting the women and children of gotham??” selina is. “why isn’t anyone more involved with stopping the mob in gotham??” helena is. “why isn’t bruce more proactive in fixing gotham outside of batman??” who do u think funds leslie’s clinic.

#im sorry im still on the ‘protects women and children’ thing from earlier.#dc comics #selina kyle #leslie thompkins #helena bertinelli #catwoman #batfam #spokes

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lioneliness-etc · 1 year

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Some goon: *hurts red hood in a fight*

Batman, swooping in: you monster. You should know better than to hurt a child in my city.

Goon: uhh that’s a fully grown man?

Batman: A child. A baby boy. Thats… somebody’s son. Probably.

Jason: oh my god dad you’re so fucking embarrassing

#batfam shitpost #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne is a good father #protective bruce wayne #batfamily

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robinsleeping · 5 months

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He is such a mood.

#tim drake #jason todd #red hood #damain wayne #protective dick grayson #robin #batfamily #red robin #batman #nightwing #batfam #dick grayson

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glow-worms-are-believers · 11 days

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Witness Protection

There’s a dead guy in the alley and it’s not Danny.

Ok, technically there are two dead guys in the alley but honestly, Danny feels like they’re way past semantics.

Because, once again, there is a dead man in the alley.

Danny is fairly sure the guy’s been murdered. The bloody mess that is the guy's chest is a pretty good indicator, but the bloody knife that's still stuck in the guy’s guts is really what makes it for the teen.

Danny might be freaking out a little bit. Because, while he is used to dead people, they’re never this newly deceased, or for that matter, this gruesomely murdered.

Before his breath can quicken too much, Danny makes himself take a deep breath.

Say what you want about Danny, but he hasn’t spent his high-school career moonlighting as a teenage vigilante without learning a thing or two about staving off a panic attack. Feeling more calm, Danny focuses back on the issue at hand.

I should call the police, says something in the back of his head that sounds like Jazz.

If I call in the murder I’ll be on the suspect list, retorts some other part of his brain he’s choosing to call the Sam part.

No advice from an imaginary Tuck though. Even in his own mind he can’t imagine a Tucker that hasn’t already passed out cold at the sight of a dead guy.

Which, fair. Danny is kinda considering the option, as he’s feeling a little faint himself. It is way past time he got out of here. At least he's figured out just how to do it.

Anonymous tips are a wonderful thing, made all the more wonderful by the presence of payphones in Gotham.Danny is officially handing this off to the proper authorities.

Boy is he glad he doesn’t have to be involved anymore.

A few streets over, a hooded figure rounds a corner, their breath coming fast as they clench their bloody fists agitadely. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone there, and yet. This is an unexpected setback.

The hooded figure leans back against the alley wall to catch their breath. Nothing to do about it but fix it. And as these things go, this is an easy mistake to fix. The face of the black-haired blue-eyed hurdle floats to the front of their mind.

It should be child’s play.

#Danny calls it in anonymously and the case eventually goes to the bats #The bats figure out its Danny but dont think anythings weird with an anonymous tipoff (it's very common in Gotham)#But then the murderer tries to kill danny coz hes a possible witness and the batfam has to foil the attempt #and Danny has to pretend to be a very scared teenage boy who nearly just died #He acts too well and now the bats have got him in protective custody in a random safehouse #Danny is bored out of his mind and severely regretting not running away when he had the chance #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #roxpox #roxpoxwrote

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