#red hood ficlet

[cloakedsparrow]

Tim: ...so that's how I ended up in Bludhaven with a fake uncle.

Jason: ...

Tim: What?

Jason: Let me make sure I'm understanding this correctly before I respond. Your dad was murdered. Your stepmom, who never adopted you, was in a mental hospital. Dick was awol. Cass was still basically a baby as well and was finding herself. B was avoiding you because he felt guilty about getting your dad murdered.

Tim: He didn't-

Jason *speaking over him forcefully*: Then you dropped out of school, so no one could possibly miss you while you lived with a man who was a complete stranger to you and who knew you had money and no adults worth a damn in your life.

Jason *takes deep breath*: Why the fuck would you do that?!

Tim: Well, at first I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me and Batman needs Robin, but we also both needed some space to grieve. I had to make sure I was still available to Bruce while also leaving us some breathing room. Plus, Dick was out of town, so Bludhaven needed a vigilante anyway.

Jason: Okay, ignoring the twenty other things wrong with that statement, did it never occur to you that Bruce could just adopt you?

Tim: Well, Yeah. But he'd just adopted Dick, which was a really big deal for him, emotionally, you know? I was worried he'd feel bad if Bruce turned around and adopted me.

Jason: You were worried Dick would feel bad if Bruce adopted you when you had literally no one else?

Tim: Yeah. I was used to being alone anyway and you know how he can get when it comes to Bruce.

Jason: So you decided to move in with a strange man who was down on his luck and might, oh, I don't know, murder the weird, wealthy child whose bank account he had access to?!

Tim: I paid him. I never gave him direct access to my bank account.

Jason: Oh, well that makes everything fine then. He'd just have to force you to hand over more cash. Or hold you hostage against Bruce. Or blackmail you to keep you as his baby sugar daddy.

Tim: I set up everything about his fake identity so he couldn't try to blackmail me without looking really sketchy himself and he never knew about Robin, so what would he blackmail me with anyway?

Jason: How about telling Bruce what you did, since the charade was obviously mostly for him?

Tim: Then he'd risk losing everything while I moved in with Bruce. Nothing he could do against me would gain him anything, so what was the worst that could happen?

Jason: He could have murdered you in your sleep! He could've jumped you while you were vulnerable! He could've threaten to report you to a truancy officer if you didn't do something he wanted! He could've drugged you and sold you to traffickers! Fuck, I don't want to keep thinking about all the horrible things that could've happened to your idiotic baby past self. So let me just reiterate the important question: What the fuck were you thinking?!

Tim: Why does every funny story I tell you end up with you freaking out and yelling at me?

Jason: Because every story you think is a funny childhood anecdote is actually a fucking terrifying misadventure that you just somehow survived!

#fanfiction #mine #ficlet #funny #BatBros #BatPups #Bat Family #Jason Todd #Tim Wayne #Tim Drake #Red Hood #Robin #Red Robin #DC #Comics #Bruce Wayne's adopted children

[nerdpoe]

Jason was going through the Tower, looking for Tim, and all was going well-until he found Tim's Secret Room.

"What the fuck," Jason whispered, inching back out of the room, "What the fuck. What the fuck? What the-what in the fuck-"

"You're not supposed to be here," a quiet voice said behind him.

Directly behind him.

Jason spun around and staggered further into the room as he did so, losing his footing and falling on a knee.

Timothy Jackson Drake, in all his Robin regalia, stood stock still in the entrance.

Jason slowly stood up, hands out.

"Look, I think we may have jumped the gun-"

"No one is allowed in this room, Red Hood," the little Robin said, voice even and calm and quiet; all the things that no one who was in the stupid hell room should be.

Jason swallowed, tensing and watching as the kid held up a hand with a remote in it.

"Don't." Jason whispered, although the voice modulator distorted it.

"No one, Red Hood."

A button was pushed.

With a hiss, all of the lids to the enclosures opened.

The enclosures that hosted nothing but spiders.

What the breaking point was, though, was when Jason felt something rather large plop down on his shoulder.

Then another. And another, and another.

Then they started crawling under his jacket.

Jason felt no shame in the scream that tore itself from his lips as he stumbled past Tim and ran.

~~~~~~

"....That was a little fucked up, Baby Bird. Just want you to know." Nightwing's voice sounded a little faint through the comm.

Tim scoffed, collapsing the bo staff and getting to work on trying to hunt down and place the spiders in their proper enclosures.

"No, what's fucked up is that I've probably lost a significant sum of money by doing this," he bitched, reaching down to collect some of the more docile ones and close the lids to the ones that hadn't tried to run.

"Spider breeding is so weird though, Tim."

"It's a way to pass time is what it is. Plus, they're cute."

#titan tower au #jason todd #tim drake #arachnophobia tw #spider tw #tim drake breeds spiders for fun #some of them are poisonous #others are not #dick grayson #red hood #robin #nightwing #fanfic #ficlet

[bruciemilf]

If jaime and jason were already dating pre Jason's death, how would jaime react to jason coming back

HOHO. I bring you; Arkham Knight! Ex boyfriend! Jason/superhero/honorary robin in training Jaime. :)

I’m asking on my hands and knees, the first time Jaime and jason meet (they’re fighting ^^^) Jaime having his thighs locked around Jason’s rib cage. Yes, he gets his back slammed into the ground and groans, but if Khaji’s let loose, they’ll never know who’s inside that hunk of metal.

AK Jason panting (so he IS human, then) “you may be tiny, but you’re tough”

“Tiny? I could break your spine!”

“Yeah, doll, and Batman’d break your neck. Face it. I got you right where I want you, pretty boy.”

The first thing Jason smells when rising from Lazarus’ gut is the sizzling of flesh. It’s acrid, stale meat turning back to spoiled remains. It clings to him for months.

Jaime? The little fuck still smells like mango and honey glazed blueberries, and something electric that defies the capacity of word.

And it’s everywhere. It sticks into his shirts, into his family, into his skin, piercing the material of everything. His hand curls grips Jaime’s cheeks, pouting up those pretty lips.

“Still stealing my soap, huh?”

Jason takes his time counting Jaime’s eyelashes, and burns the details into his mind. How they fluttered once, then twice.

Then, those cinnamon whiskey eyes widening in grief stricken disbelief. It’s like watching Jason die twice. The only thing he regrets is letting Jaime go too early.

#HNG THEM #anyway Jaime should get manhandled pass it on #jaime reyes #jason todd #gunbeetle #gunbug #jaybeetle #red beetle #Jason x Jaime #red hood #dc #dc comics #ficlet #writing

[incorrectbatfam]

I saw one of your posts saying Bruce is secretly most overprotective of Jason and literally everyone knows it and basically what I'm asking is can we see that 👀 (I also just want Jason to be like completely oblivious to it as well)

Bruce makes Jason buckle his seatbelt even if the villain is getting away

He takes the Joker cases himself and refuses to let Jason (or any of his kids) touch them

Bruce conveniently needs to use the bathroom every time Jason gets done showering and unplugs the hairdryer

He always leaves extra snacks and cash in Jason's jacket

And a bottle of water in his bike's compartment

And an extra jacket in case it gets cold

And a spare batarang... or dozen

He checks movies on DoesTheDogDie.com to make sure they don't have anything personally upsetting

For big missions, he runs the worst case scenarios in his head and lets Alfred talk sense into him before sending Jason off

He'll "randomly" walk in and out of the Batcave when Jason is pulling an all-nighter

Like "Heeey I just forgot my towel here" "Mhm"

Or "Alfred made cookies and there's no way I can finish them all" "Leave 'em here"

Or "Check out this new app I got" "Cool"

Bruce puts dangerous weapons on high shelves forgetting that Jason isn't 4'1" anymore

On days when Bruce's anxiety is acting up more than usual, he'll assign Jason to desk duty

Including one particular evening when everyone is on desk duty

Jason's mad because he wants to be on the field but Bruce called in Huntress, Batwing, and even some Metropolis heroes instead of utilizing their usual first line of defense

He doesn't realize what's going on until he's complaining to and Damian says, "You know we're only here to keep Father's peace of mind." Steph nods and adds, "Normally it's just you" and Jason short-circuits. By the time he processes it, the rest of them already moved on to another topic

Later that night, Jason confronts Bruce about it

He tells Jason he timed this months ahead of time and says, "There were explosives planted on every block for miles. We had to evacuate everyone."

Jason says, "I could've helped"

Bruce shakes his head as he drapes his cowl on his bike handle. "I couldn't risk having you out there"

Jason goes off, asking if Bruce relegated him to easier things because he didn't trust him, or if it was the guns, or a number of other things, and Bruce says none of that is true and he trusts Jason fully

Jason: "Then tell me what it is!"

Bruce: "I needed to know you were there for me to come home to!"

There's a hitch in the air, as if time got punched in the gut and is reeling for a breath

Jason envelopes Bruce in his arms and Bruce just whispers, "You've gotten so big"

And in the future, if Jason randomly requests desk duty, it has nothing to do with how stressed out Bruce looks

Nope, not at all

#ask #anonymous #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd #red hood #batfamily #batfam #batbros #batboys #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #ficlet #tw death mention #tw angst #my writing

[timdrakegf]

chances ♟️ jason todd

jason todd x gn! reader

tw : none

wc : 294 // unedited

The rain came in sheets over Gotham City, a relentless torrent that seemed to melt away the night's misdeeds, leaving only echoes of muttered secrets in its wake. Beneath the darkness, the city took on a new identity, a foreboding labyrinth of shadows and steel.

You stood on a fire escape, your shadow blending with the dripping wrought iron, peering down on the gloomy streets below. His eyes focused on the horizon as the city skyline faded into a polluted haze.

His words, when they came, were carried away on the wind, swallowed by the relentless drumming of rain against metal. Yet, in the silence between them, there lingered a language all their own, spoken in the subtle gestures and shared glances that bridged the divide between them.

The faint glow of lamps in the distance created fragmented patterns on the smooth pavement below, highlighting the city's deeper corners where danger lurked like a predator at night. But on the fire escape, there was a sense of refuge, a little reprieve from the carnage that raged beyond their vantage point.

You turn towards Jason, a sad smile pulling at your lips as you shake your head. Tears go unshed in the corners of your eyes and his reflect the same kind of sadness. “That’s the thing Jason, you did once.”

He knew he did. He had to. Because you used to wait up for him every night, you used to bite your nails down to the skin when Red Hoos would swing into the scene and the news would joke through the punches he took and the blood he shed.

“Please.” He pleads, eyes droopy with sleep deprivation. “Let me fix this.”

“I can’t Jason.”

“Just-”

His voices sounds like blood soaked parchment whipping through the wind and rain.

“You can’t.”

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #ficlet #fanfic #dc #dc comics #requests open #jason todd x male reader #jason todd x fem!reader

[shinobufied]

just a silly little thought I had:

one day Bruce falls asleep on the couch, this isn't a too rare occurence, but this time it was a huge relief to Alfred, since he hadn't properly slept for days.

So boom, knocked out on the couch while watching TV and time freezes, Alfred sees it and does not even dare to breath. Complete lockdown of the wayne household, everyone going into "cat-fell-asleep-on-my-lap-mode" .

Dick enters the room, rambling about something but being immediately interrupted by Alfreds energetic "ssh." At first he looks offended but then he sees his father knocked out on the couch and his expression turns into a conflicted one, because his favourite trashy show is about to come on and he really needs to see it because last patrol was really shitty and his ribs are bruised and hurt and-

Then his phone vibrates in his pocket and he sees a message from Alfred. "If you wish to watch your show, you can do it here, just put subtitles on and be quiet."

Dick sends him a thumbs up in response and when he looks up Alfred is long gone.

About 5 minutes later Jason comes in, complaining about something and just like his brother before were silenced with a " pssch." His eye twitched slightly because how dare they, but then he sees Bruce and immediately understands. Dick, seeing that his brother apparently had a shitty day as well, pulls out his phone and a moment later Jasons phone vibrates.

"Wanna watch with me? It's pretty lame and we only have subtitles but Sharon just found out she got cheated on and is now plotting revenge."

Jason does not know who Sharon is, but oddly enough he's intrigued so he joins Dick on the couch and they watch, occasionally trash talking via the phone.

Then Tim comes in, then Damian, Cassandra, Steph and eventually Duke, all being visibly stressed out and for some odd reason agreeing to watch Dicks shitty comfort show. At some point they're messaging each other more than watching the show, at some point one of them impulsively opened a new gc specifically for trash talking that show and the room is filled with the occasional giggle which is silenced with the glares from the others.

This now developes into a habit of theirs, regardless whether theyre all in the manor or scattered across the globe, they all sit down and watch the newest episode, discussing it in their stupid gc.

Bruce on the other hand wakes up after his nap completely disoriented and confused, but he see's all his children sitting on the couch, seeing them careless and happy for the first time in a long while so he decides the reason doesn't really matter.

#i love batfam i love it so much that theyre just a silly little family and have 0 conflicts at all #just happy people with no worries no one ever dies no one hates the other (real & canon) #annies brainjuice #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #nightwing #red hood #batfamily #batfam #tim drake #red robin #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #drabble #ficlet

[sonneambedo]

let me be cringe for a moment let me let m

"They say tears are holy. That there is a certain sacredness to them, that there are much more tears shed to answered than unanswered prayers.

Bullshit.

I cried a sea enough for Noah's Arc, I bled when I couldn't cry anymore, I sweated my life out as I choked to death in the smoke. Do you know what blood, sweat, and tears brought me? A merciless death. Slow, painful, merciless death. As if that wasn't enough, I woke up, once again, almost out of oxygen; stale air choking me, again, again - and despite all that I clawed my way out. I managed to leave the hellhole. Literal..."

A ghost of a laugh escapes his lips.

"You do not deserve my mercy; you left me to die, and despite your grief, you let him live. I thought I was going to be the last one.

I will make sure I am the last one.

You will not stop me."

The words are not a plea, nor a command. They are a simply stated fact, nothing more, nothing less. 

Joker will die, innocents will live.

He will have his revenge.

girliepops and boyopops and theythempops im so normal and so sane and i am not cryign about smth i made real quick i am not

#Red Hood #Batman #digital art #jason todd #batfam #batfamily #no beta we die like jason todd #jason is my baby my blorbo my everything #writing #ficlet #fanart #dc fanart #jonker mentioned #yes jonker #fuck that guy <3 #anyweayayyyy #yeah. yeah

[kawaiikenna]

@leap-ing @elithemiar-blog @halfblackwolfdemon @winged-scaly-attic-dweller @spideypools @redfoxtail26 @manapeer @8000fangirl @antagonistly @all-eyes-no-dragon @mysticalcomputerdetective @01101010-01100001-01111001 @stealingyourbones

Hopefully that’s everyone. Anyways, here’s chapter two! Drop a kudos and comment over on ao3: Under the Earth; Far from Home. Angst, panic attacks, being buried alive, ptsd flashbacks, as well as depictions of a severely malnourished and emancipated Danny ahead. If any of this triggers you please be careful!

Jason had been ignoring the signs. The itch to go riding that would inevitably end at the cemetery where he had been buried. The feeling like he had something to do there. Some kind of unfinished business that he couldn’t remember. The amount of trauma that was linked with the place made it…difficult, for Jason to even think about going past the cemetery gates.

Both Dick and Tim had gone in to see if they could find anything. They didn’t and Jason tried to put the whole thing behind him. To forget about the whole ordeal. But something kept pulling him back. Now two weeks after he initially started feeling the strange pulling, Jason is standing before the gates. He stares at the wrought iron with a slight distain.

He takes a deep breath and pushes past the gates and into the cemetery. His burial plot was in the southeast corner. So he made his way over to it, hoping that it would make these feelings finally settle. As he passed row upon row of headstones, the feelings did not settle. If anything, something stirred in his chest. Something fearful and desperate. Jason was about to turn around and give up when something caught his eye.

Tucked away in an unkempt corner was a very recent grave. Initially he thought it was unmarked but upon a closer look Jason found a wooden plaque sunken into the muddy ground. It had hastily carved words; ‘To our beloved son. We wish we had known sooner.’

Jason picked up and turned the plaque over to see if there was a name. There was none. Only the words he had seen before. He neatly places the plaque back at the head of the grave.

“Your parents must have loved you a lot buddy.” Jason says, his emotions settling just a bit in his chest. “I hope you rest in peace.”

And as he was turning to leave, something happened. It was like the barest of whispers spoken directly into his mind. Quiet but desperate all the same.

help

Jason turns back towards the fresh grave. He doesn’t know why he did it, but he responded. Not really in words, more of a wave of morbid curiosity. The answering response he got nearly knocked him off his feet.

Help, help, buried, not dead, alive, alive, ALIVE.

An instant wave of panic took over his senses. Suddenly Jason was back in his own casket. Buried underground with no hope of help or rescue. Left alone to suffocate and die a second time.

He was on his knees clawing at the dirt before he knew what he was doing.

Alive, help, coming, safe?

He waited on baited breath. Hoping for a response. Anything that would tell him that the boy buried there was still clinging to life. The further he dug into the dirt the more desperate he became. It had rained recently, just the night prior, so the dirt had become heavy and sloppy. Even with it being freshly turned, the rain had packed it down some. Making it much more difficult to dig through.

No, no, hurt, alive, hurt.

Jason screams into the empty cemetery. He roughly shucks off his motorcycle jacket and his shirt. Leaving him in his boots, jeans, and white tank top. Tiny rocks and dirt shove themselves under his fingernails as he shovels and scoops dirt, throwing it haphazardly, only caring about hopefully, possibly saving the boy.

Jason continued to send mental waves of help and safety through whatever mind fuckery this was. With every desperate cry for help, he became more frenzied and desperate himself. Soon, far too soon, he hadn’t dug even two feet into the ground, he made first contact with the casket. What he wasn’t expecting was to be shocked and for green sparks to shoot out from the box in the ground. Jason pushes past it though. It wasn’t too painful, more of like the kind of static shock you would get as a kid playing on the trampoline. Slowly, too slowly, he uncovered more and more of the box. He had finally uncovered most of it when he noticed a sliding hatch closer to the head of the coffin-like box.

He was not prepared for what he saw on the other side of this tiny window. Blue eyes with a green shine stared up at him. Tear tracks running down his face, glowing a strange green. Black hair limp and lifeless, flopped to one side of the kid’s face. Skeletal hands and fingers pressed up against the mockery of a window as green sparks flitted about. A gaunt, skeletal frame shaking from the constant shock.

Jason hesitated for only a moment before nearly ripping the lid off of the coffin. Hydraulic hinges squealing in protest as stale air flooded out of the box. There was soft sobbing coming from the teen. Jason gently picked him up and pulled him out of the tiny prison. The teen shook in his arms but held tightly to Jason as if his very being depended on it. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with only socks on his feet. Everything was far too baggy on the boy, only testifying further that he was severely dehydrated and malnourished.

Jason whispered consoling words. What they meant he didn’t know, because at that moment the panic had finally swept him up. Flashbacks and anxiety threatened to swallow him up completely but was staved off by the quivering teen in his arms. It grounded him enough to keep a tight hold on the teen.

~~~

Jason wasn’t sure how long they had stayed down in the dug out grave. Long enough that the sky had turned from an almost dusky color to the city lightened smog of the night. The black haired teen had passed out into a deep sleep a while ago. When he had first fallen asleep Jason panicked, thinking that he had died. But a quick check showed that the teen was still breathing lightly and an impossibly slow heartbeat still thrummed in his chest.

Jason finally pulled them out of the somewhat shallow grave. He laid the teen in the grass and gathered up his clothing. Before he put his shirt back on, Jason chipped away all of the dried dirt on his arms. Anything that was still wet was scraped off and flicked into the grass. With his shirt back on he picks up his jacket and the teen, making their way back to his motorcycle by the gates.

He situated the teen to sit behind him on his bike. He used his jacket to secure the tiny, skeletal body to himself. Settling it over the sleeping teens shoulders then tying the sleeves around his own torso. Once Jason secured the teen as best he could, he took off into the night, phone ringing in his ear.

“Master Jason.” A prim and proper voice answered. “How can I help you this evening?”

“Hi Alfred. I’m going to need medical help.” Jason’s voice is gruff and water from the amount of screaming and tears he’s experienced in such a short time.

Alfred sighs. “What have you gotten yourself into that requires you to visit the Manor instead of your apartment?”

“I don’t need it. I found a boy buried alive in the same cemetery that I was buried in. He’s really weak, most likely severely dehydrated and malnourished. I-I’m not equipped to take care of something like this.” His voice is breaking slightly.

There was a moment of silence. The only sounds Jason could hear were the wind screaming in his ears and the muffled sounds of traffic. The panic he had shoved into the furthest darkest corner of his mind was starting to creep into his thoughts again.

“Alright. Bring him straight into the cave. I’ll have a bed ready for him and I’ll call Dr. Leslie in. I may be able to do many things, this however seems like a situation we need a professional opinion on.”

“Kay. I’ll see you then.”

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #dp #dc x dp #jason todd #dc comics #dpxdc #batfam #red hood #ficlet #tw: buried alive #tw: anxiety attack #Tw: severe malnourishment #tw: ptsd #tw: flashbacks #hopefully that’s all of the triggers #let me know if i missed anything

[smittywing]

Headcanons

JayTim sleeping head canons

Jason sleeps like the dead. On his back, stiff as a board, his hands fisted at his sides or sometimes clasped over his stomach. He figures it's what happens to a guy when a league of assassins teaches him to sleep on the crests of mountains. Assholes. 

Timmy, on the other hand, sleeps like he's clawing his way back to life, flailing arms and legs and tousled blankets and the fitted sheet dragged off the corner near his head. Maybe he is, Jason ponders, as Tim makes a noise halfway between a growl and a hiss. Maybe Replacement has a few shitty dreams of his own. 

The third time Jason catches Tim’s wrist before he accidentally backhands Jason in the face, he doesn't let go. Instead he presses Tim’s hand to his chest and tangles their fingers together. “Hey,” he murmurs without opening his eyes. “I got you, baby bird.” He doesn't think Tim actually hears but he settles a little, his slim fingers folding around Jason’s instinctively. 

No way the kid has stayed alive this long with this level of unconscious activity. Jason mulls on it for a bit and decides that unlike himself, who suffers from a near-constant hyper vigilance, Tim subconsciously knows that he's safe here and this is his actual, unfiltered sleep pattern. 

Jason questions his own conclusions because he did make an effort at killing Tim - twice - and Tim never lets him forget it. But Tim seems to have calmed with his hand wrapped in Jason’s and Jason’s other hand on his elbow. 

Maybe they're good, now, Jason and Tim. Maybe Tim feels safe with Jason, feels like even the spiteful forty percent effort Jason put into terminating Tim is ancient history. (If Jason had wanted the Replacement dead, he'd be dead. And he's currently not, hence the assertion Jason hadn't routed even half his energy into it.)

Jason’s almost asleep when the last piece slots into place. Replacement touching him in the bar, the way he’d leaned into Jason’s every touch, the octopus routine in his sleep. Replacement is as touch-starved as Jason himself. It seems unlikely, Tim having a normal childhood, a good relationship with Bruce and Dick, friendships with Blondie, Black Bat, the Young Justice crowd. But maybe….

When he opens his eyes and turns his face into the late morning sun, Jason is alone in the apartment.

#batbrats #jason todd #red hood #jason todd/tim drake #red hood/red robin #tim drake #red robin #jaytim #ficlet

[cloakedsparrow]

Red Hood climbs up onto a roof with the intention of watching some drug smugglers below, only to find Robin, crouched in the perfect hiding space Jason had noticed. The boy is eating fries from a curled down Batburgers bag and sipping a Riddler Shake.

Jason: What are you doing here, Boy Wonder?

Tim: Probably the same thing you are. Spying on criminals.

Jason: ...

Tim: Want some fries? They're Jokerized, just to warn you.

Jason: Why?

Tim: Kon-El got some to try the last time he sneaked into Gotham and it turns out they're really good.

Jason: No, why would you offer me fries?

Tim: I have enough to share and I can always buy more?

Jason: Why are you being nice to me?

Tim: I'm offering fries, not a kidney. Why wouldn't I?

Jason: Because of the knife to the throat or, you know, that time I beat you within an inch of your life?

Tim: ...

Jason: ...

Tim: What the fuck was your time as Robin like?

Jason: The fuck?

Tim: A mentally unstable individual violently attacked me because he was scared or mad at Batman. That's like a bi-monthly occurrence for me, minimum. At least you were really insane and want to get better now-

Jason: I never said I wanted to stop killing.

Tim: I said get better. You want to be in control of yourself instead of being all Lazarus crazy, right?

Jason: Yes. But that doesn't mean I won't kill.

Tim: That's still wanting to get better. You think half the rouges who rotate through Arkham are actually trying to get better by even that much?

Jason: No.

Tim: Me, either. So that makes you an improvement over the usual. Plus, you know, the trauma from being murdered and all.

Jason: That's not an excuse to attack a kid.

Tim: No, but it's an explanation, which, again, is better than the usual. And you're showing signs of genuine remorse. That's huge around here. How often do we get that?

Jason: Anyone ever tell you your standards are kinda fucked up?

Tim: They'd have to pay closer attention for that.

Jason: Fucking what?

Tim: Doesn't matter. It's not like you're going to talk to anyone and even if you did, who'd believe you?

Jason: ...

Tim: So, you want some fries?

Jason: Yeah, sure.

Jason: These are good.

Tim: Right?

Jason: Is this nori?

Tim: Uh-huh; with paprika, kosher salt, and msg. I think there might be something else in there, but I haven't been able to place it.

Jason: Potato starch.

Tim: Oh, that makes sense.

Jason: I am definitely Jokerizing my fries from now on.

Tim: Try them with the Riddler Shake, too. The mint really compliments them.

Jason: I'll do that.

Tim: Wait. Doesn't that guy work for Black Mask?

Jason: Yes, he does.

Tim: So...want to pull a World's Finest?

Jason: What?

Tim: You know, a team-up?

Jason: You-? Fucking- You know what? Sure. Let's pull a World's Finest. *under his breath* Little freak.

#dc #comics #funny #ficlet #fanfiction #bat family #bat brothers #batpups #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Tim Wayne #Red Hood #Robin

[sparkypantaloons]

Grubs Up

Tim is no cook. He's not an idiot. He can make a meal. A decent one at that. But decent as in it will keep him alive. Not decent as in anyone would want to purposefully eat it.

He doesn't care. He learnt survival skills to survive. Not live. That was the whole point.

But after only two days of boiled ready-ramen, with sad flavour packs that expired at least nine months ago and some slightly tragic vitamin supplements crushed into the broth, he's wondering if his training has been sufficient. He'd kill for a cheeseburger right about now.

It's raining. He, Dick and Jason have been holed up in some awful cabin for two nights now. Waiting for an all clear on their extraction. The go ahead for their own rescue.

They're tired and irritable. And hungry.

They could leave. They could. They don't owe this mission anything. They've given up their own cases and their own commitments to be here. It's a long and boring story, but the crux of it is that Bruce asked. Bruce asked them to fight and then he asked them to stay, too. So here they are.

They could fight their way out. Easily enough probably. But Bruce asked them not to do that either. So instead they wait.

Each of them are dealing with the decision in their own way.

Dick is angry. Angry in that quiet, calm way he is. When he thinks he's let himself down. So quick to question his own judgement when it comes to Bruce. But still adamant the others are right in their choice.

Jason is playing at indifference. It's a poor show, if Tim is honest. The middle brother failing at nonchalance, as he sits hunched and irritated in the corner.

Tim made his decision long ago. His loyalty is to Bruce. Always. Since before Robin and long after. But damn is he hungry.

The three of them have just split their last protein bar. A grimly bland concoction of nuts and oats and little else.

Jason, of all people, is the one to put a positive spin on it. Unnaturally cheery and grateful for the meager nourishment.

Dick scowls, his eyes and mood dark, as Jason pretends the mouthful of beige is something worth remarking on.

Tim is... christ, he's just so hungry man. He'd eat just about anything right now.

Which is why, when the door opens, not moments later, and Duke stands there, dressed in his stealth black version of his uniform, with a giant tupperware of chilli con carne in his hands, Tim thinks he could kiss him.

"Sup losers?" Duke says cheerily.

Dick scowls as he rises, just as Jason fully body checks him, shoving the older man out of the way.

"Narrows!" Jason breathes, eyes widening at the large tupperware in Duke's hands.

"Alfred sent me." Duke says, pulling off his helmet.

"Ohmygodisthishischilli?" Jason slurs, almost salivating at the thought. He tries to pry the lid off the box in Duke's hands.

Duke scowls. "No, bro." He moves the tupperware out of Jason's reach. "I made this, you ungrateful swine."

"Did you bring forks?" Dick asks. He barely looks at the teenager, eyes fixed on the parcel of delicious food.

Duke rolls eyes. "Hi Dickie, how are you? Oh, hungry? Good job I brought forks."

"Gimme a fork." Tim says, crowding the youngest Bat.

"You guys are acting like you haven't eaten for weeks." Duke scowls, prying open the tupperware in his hand. He jerks away from the Red Hood, as the older man shoves his nose towards the smell of stewed and spiced meat. "Didn't Bruce ever teach you any manners?" Duke grumbles. He fishes some forks out of his utility belt.

Tim grabs them out of Duke's hand. Doesn't even bother to respond before he digs into the delicious, tender stew. Holds the spare forks out of Dick and Jason's reach as he shovels the food into his mouth.

"Replacement you frickin a hole" Jason growls, grabbing at Tim's spare hand and barging past Duke.

Dick scowls. "You're being douche bags! Tim!" He snaps.

Tim is giggling. Part hysteria, part pure joy at earing something that isn't survivalist gourmet. "Okay, okay." He laughs, half hysterical. "Forks you animals." He holds the cutlery out to his brothers.

Duke watches them frowning. "It's barely been two days guys. This is a bit sad, you can't be this hungry already?"

"You try living off Timmy's 'Bat-belt Ramen'" Jason mutters, through a mouthful of chilli.

Dick shoves him out the way. Shovels another mouthful of chilli into his mouth from the tupperware. "Sunny-D you're my favourite brother." He chomps.

Duke rolls his eyes. "Until Damian brings you breakfast in bed again." He mutters.

Tim snorts, chilli comes up through his sinuses, threatens to come out his nose.

Duke smirks, holds a hand to his ear. Listens for a moment. "Batman's two minutes out for extraction." He says. "Eat up."

#spbfic #ficlet #batfam #batfam fic #batfic #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #duke thomas #batfamily #wfa #red hood #nightwing #red robin #signal #wayne family adventures

[mightyb013]

"Heh, stole Tim's mug there, Grayson?" Jason joked with some sarcastic glee as he passed into the Belfry kitchenette. 

Dick turned in his chair, hand still holding his Blüdhaven bisexual pride coffee mug. "No, this is mine," he corrected as if it should be obvious.

Jason turned away from the fridge, regarding him with a curious stare.

Dick stared back, recalling the other day when Jason hung the pride flag on the wall.

"Tim put you up to that?" He'd asked, assuming that it was Jason’s height that had him nominated for the task.

"No," Jason answered back plainly.

Dick’s eyes squinted in suspicious while Jason had the exact same look. "Are you…?" They said in unison. "Yea.."

"How did I not know this?" Jason asked loudly, shocked and bewildered.

"I thought everyone knew," Dick matched his tone. "Why haven't you ever said anything?"

"I didn't think I had to!" He looked up as Barbara entered the space. "Did you know?"

"Know what?" Barbara asked back.

"That Dick’s-" Jason paused not knowing the label.

"Bi," Dick answered. "And Jason's-" He allowed the same curiosity.

"Pan,"Jason finished.

"Well, yeah." She casually leaned a hand onto the table. "Dick came out while you were gone," Barbara clarified with a wave to Jason. "And Jay's not really open about… anything," she addressed Dick.

The two men exchanged another stare, absorbing the information and thinking about the sexual tension that had been going on between them for the last few days. Well, no, probably the last few months. 

"We could have been dating this whole time?" Dick exclaimed, exasperated and throwing an arm in the air.

"What?" Jason asked, blinking with another round of surprise. "I mean-" He looked off to the side, rubbing his neck. "Yeah I guess."

"Wow," Barbara turned to leave, abandoning whatever she went over there for.

Dick grinned up at him. "What do ya say, Jaybird? You, me, rooftop picnic?"

"Yeah. Sure. Sounds- good," Jason said back awkwardly. He shook his head with a self deprecated huff and turned away, also abandoning whatever he was doing.

Dick sat right in his chair again and picked up his coffee mug, still smiling.

FIN

#jaydick #ficlet #dick grayson #jason todd #gotham knights #nightwing #red hood

[cashmire-writes]

The last time Jason hugged Bruce was quite a while before he died. Before he'd been having issues with his birth mom and not telling Bruce. Then he'd run away and died all alone in a warehouse.

The last time Bruce hugged Jason was in a warehouse. But Jason wasn't there. Not really. It was Jason's body but there wasn't anything else of his son left. Jason didn't know how tightly Bruce had held him, how much he'd cried, how desperately he'd clung to the dead body of his son. Jason didn't know and Bruce never told him or anyone else.

When Jason came back, they didn't hug. Jason wasn't the same. He'd come back wrong. He was angry, more so than he'd ever been before, and violent. He nearly killed Tim and Damian. He would lash out seemingly at random. He killed. He killed so much.

And they fought.

Bruce didn't want Jason to kill. Jason knew that. But Bruce didn't understand. Not everyone deserved to live. Joker killed Jason and he was still there. He should be dead. Bruce should have killed him and put him in the ground. Every day Joker lived was another day that bastard could kill again. Another night that Jason had nightmares of his laughter and crowbars and bombs.

Bruce didn't want Jason to kill. He didn't want any of his kids to kill. Not just for some arbitrary moral reasons, but because once someone was dead, that was it. People didn't get a second chance, not usually. If someone died, that was it. Anything they knew was gone. Any chance at redemption or rehabilitation was gone. Killing someone lost any information they might have that could help solve a case.

Killing someone was giving up on them. Even if they were a criminal.

Bruce had lost Jason once already, and he hadn't quite gotten his son back. Not with the giant rift that had formed between them that Bruce couldn't seem to fix, no matter how hard he tried.

Bruce didn't want to give up on his son.

Bruce was scared to lose him again.

#batman #red hood #dc #dc comics #bruce wayne #jason todd #ficlet #cashmire #cashmire writes

[saintmachina]

Would a Red Riding Hood and the Wolf romance be alright to ask for?

He quit society years ago, sequestering himself away in a farm house that had seen better days. The brick walls were choked with ivy and the floorboards creaked terribly, but it was home and, most importantly, it kept the world safe from him.

Every night, he would have his supper of brown bread and tea and slabs of salted meat, sometimes with an egg if the chickens he kept cooperated. The salt burned his tongue, and the meat was tough and joyless in his mouth, but it was safer than anything fresh. No sense in tempting himself with what he could no longer have.

He hadn't scented blood on the air in years, hadn't felt the crunch of bone and snap of sinew in his mouth for even longer. Those days were past.

She arrived during a September downpour, her cries for sanctuary almost drowned out by the torrential the rain on his roof. When he opened the door he found himself staring into the dark eyes of a woman, her brown hair flattened against her forehead, the ties of her blood red cloak trailing down between her pale, slick breasts.

An hour of rest in front of your fire is all I ask, she said, wiping the water from her rosebud lips. Please?

Who was he to deny a woman in need, especially one that smelled as sweetly of lilywater and crushed grass as her?

She draped her cloak on the loveseat and sat down on the wolfskin rug in front of the fireplace, wringing out her impossibly long hair. He watched her from a safe distance, his hands tucked tightly into his pockets.

Every bit of him ached to devour her.

What's your business so far from town, and in weather as miserable as this? He asked stiffly.

I'm going to visit my grandmother, she said, staring into the fire. The flames danced in her eyes. She's very ill.

There's no other houses around for miles.

She looked over her shoulder at him, her smile salacious.

Then perhaps it's you I've come to seek, sir wolf.

His hands turned to fists. She knew him. Had she heard the stories whispered by the townspeople? Or had she been one of those poor serving girls who had discovered the bodies he left behind? So many cows and sheep, and bigger mammals besides, sacrificed to his bottomless bloodlust.

You should leave, he said.

The woman reclined a little further, a delicate ankle peeking out from under her dress as she slipped off her shoes.

And you should draw closer to me. I won't bite.

Against his better judgement, he gave into the hungers that had hounded his kind for millennia. He sank down next to her on the rug, and he let her toy with the shirt button at his throat.

Would you kiss me, if I asked you to? She said quietly. If I told you I had run for miles in the rain for one kiss from the wolf who wears the skin of a man?

If I kiss you, that's not all it will be, he said, his voice very near a growl.

The woman in scarlet made her choice. She kissed him, hot and wet and open mouthed, and so terribly hungry.

The hunger within him replied.

He threaded his fingers through her hair, capturing the base her skull, and kissed her until her lips were bitten red. He kissed her until their bodies were pressed together, until she was unfastening his trousers and he was clawing at the buttons on her bodice, until she was wearing nothing beneath him but her mud-splatted skirt hiked up around her waist.

His mouth watered when he entered her, his lips pressed against the rabbit-beat of her jugular, and she raked her fingers down his back like she meant to mark him for all to see.

It would be so easy to bite down, to disappear into her viscera, but somehow he resisted. She cried out like an arrow-struck animal when she climaxed, and he followed her shortly thereafter, burying his face in her bosom and letting out a groan.

She wasted no time in fastening her blouse and pulling on her cloak.

Come out with me, she said.

He looked up at her from the rug, still half-delirious with pleasure.

Where? He asked.

She took him by the hand, not bothering to tug on his shirt.

Into the world. Into the wild. Where you belong.

As though in a dream, she lead him to the door, and she stepped barefoot onto the flooded earth. With a trumpet of laughter, she slipped off her girl-skin and transformed before his eyes into a lovely russet wolf.

The she-wolf trotted towards the garden gate and looked back at him, waiting for him to make his choice.

He took a deep breath of the early autumn air and closed the door on the domestic scene behind him.

Then, with a howl that had been caged inside him for years, he adorned his claws and teeth and fur and chased after her into the night.

#sorry this turned into sexy horror but it is indeed a romance as well #red riding hood #fairy tales #writing #answered asks #ficlet #crafteroftheforestearth

[jaydicpics]

Jaydick- CEO

(CEO Dick, Intern Jason, Age Difference, TransMan Jason)

The space under the desk is tiny.

Jason is tucked into it anyways, feet tucked underneath his legs, the same legs he’s resting his hands on.

In front of him is the lower half of another man, an older man. A pair of dark grey slacks wrap tightly around the mans thick thighs, though the pants strain further up at the dick bulging against the fabric.

His belt is undone, some luxury brand Jason thinks the man would laugh at him over if he’d tried to pronounce the name of it, the slight Crime Alley still peaking through his accent, and the zipper on his jeans is tugged down to reveal just a sliver of his boxers in the space underneath.

Bright blue with some black design on top.

A hand drops down from above the desk, long, nimble fingers flexing to tug the tops of his jeans further down, followed by his boxers, allowing his cock to escape the confines and rest along his pant leg.

The urge to lean forward, to nuzzle down against the cock, takes over Jason momentarily, before he snaps out of it by the sound of the door creaking open.

CEO of a company and the man refuses to buy a bigger desk or oil the doors hinges.

The hand pauses its movements, through the haze of…however Jason feels right now, he can hear a conversation happening above his head, but his focus is still focused in on the precum formed at the head of the man’s cock.

The hand reaches out for Jason and he doesn’t hesitate to lean into it, allowing the mans fingers to trace up his throat, his jaw, until finally slipping his middle and ring finger into his mouth.

Jason closes his eyes as he leans into the fingers, tongue tracing around the golden band wrapped around the ring finger, the ruby ring sat at the base of his middle finger. The fingers pet against his tongue in response, switching between pushing as far back into his mouth as they can and laving gentle touches over his tongue.

When they withdraw they go back to the dick, thick and veiny, the bush of hair around the base is recently trimmed down, but still enough length that Jason wants to press his face into it until he has beard burn across his cheeks.

The conversation lulls for a minute as the man above him uses his free hand to type something on his computer. The hand still under the desk beckons the younger male closer.

He leans forward, licking over the tip of the mans cock, finally getting to taste the precum he’d been staring at for the last three minutes. The mans hand comes to rest on his head, grabbing a handful of hair to hold him back, but Jason dives forward anyway. His hands move from where he’s kept them to wrap their way around the older mans hips.

The older man tries tugging him back, once, twice, before he lets out a low laugh and switches to shoving the boy forward. A mouthful of cock hardly a punishment.

The other person in the room says a goodbye and exits, followed by the damn door hinges squeaking again. The moment the door slams the older man is scooting his chair back. As much as he’d hate to be compared to his adoptive father, there really is a resemblance in the steely glare being given to Jason.

The boy smiles up at him instead, lips still pulled taught over his cockhead, he begins to pull off, no doubt to start spouting off, but Dick cuts him off. Hand gripping onto the boys hair again and forcing him down. Shoving until the boys throat has opened up to accept his cock. And even then Dick just holds him there. Moaning as his cock throbs in the boys throat.

Jason stares up at him blearily, to be dominated so quickly, forcing him into place. It all has him staring dumbly back up at Dick, just like Dick loves.

As much as Dick adores the interns snarky behavior, what he loves most is kicking him down till all he can do is rely on Dick for instruction.

“Come on baby, stand up”

Jason stumbles up the best he can, his legs numb from being under the desk, and a disinterest in pulling away from Dick long enough to stand on his own. He stands on his toe so he can wrap his arms around the mans neck, leaving sloppy kisses across his neck until he caves and ducks his head to finally kiss Jason.

Dick wastes no time in stretching his hands down to run over the boys ass, grabbing under his thighs to lift him up onto the edge of the desk.

He moves his mouth away from Jason’s letting the younger boy mouth sloppily over the mans neck. Scattered kissing and biting mixed in.

Dick focuses on tugging down his interns pants, he barely needs a glimpse to know the boy ignored his usual boxers in favor of some blue panties.

Lacey, just the way Dick prefers.

He groans loudly as his fingers finally dip into Jason’s pants, stroking up and down the slicked up mess, below him Jason also adjusts under his weight, struggling to unbutton his shirt.

His fingers grip on each side of Jason’s panties so he can tear them in the middle, too impatient to even consider pulling away long enough to tug them down properly. Jason’s whine of protest gets ignored as Dick zeroes in on getting inside as quickly as he can.

Jason drops fully down onto the desk, shirt finally unbuttoned and splayed out on either side of him. He wraps his thighs around Dicks back, trying to pull him closer. Dick gives him a smug smile instead when he finally bullies his way into the younger mans cunt.

Their twin cut off moans ring out before Dick drapes himself forward, folding himself over Jasons chest and beginning to nip at it. Jason gives him a cut off laugh before the older man begins to thrust.

#jaydick #dickjay #dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #red hood #bluejay #fanfic #my fic #short ficlet

[bicycle4two]

ruin it all and love like fools masterlist

some short fics looking into the life of jason and his angel after the events of fine as we are, but we want more

as you know, it would really be better if you read the og fic first haha

Taking it Slow Part 1

#post gotham knights #gotham knights #jason todd #jason todd reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #gotham knights video game #gotham knights jason todd #jason todd fic #jason todd fanfic #red hood #red hood fic #red hood fanfic #jason todd/you #jason todd/reader #fanfic #fanfiction #one shot #ficlet