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gatorbites-imagines · 11 months

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Hello, hope you are having a good day/night?

I was wondering if I could request something where Joker uses Jason Todd's DNA to create a child (male) and raises him. What would happen when Jason finds out he not only has a kid but the kid been being raised by Joker the man who tortured and killed him!

And how will Bruce react to seeing Jason's son and how much he looks like his dad?

Platonic batfam x kid reader

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I’m still right in the middle of exam season right now, which is why I haven’t been writing much.

Like I said, you are a redheaded kid, because I love redhead Jason too much not to add it. Joker being the joker would most likely make you color your hair black though, just like Jason did when he was robin.

If Joker got Jasons DNA when he killed him, then you would be around 8, as Jason died at 15 and is 23 nowadays (I got this age from the dc twitter account), and because of Jasons genes you are most likely a small and skinny kid.

The smallness most likely also comes from the fact that Joker is the one raising you, alongside Harley if they are still together at that point.

Raising you is a very loose word, Joker does not have a parental bone in his body, and only clones you to taunt the bats. So, he is nowhere near a good parent and treats you like an extension of the Robin he killed.

This would lead to a lot of mistreatments, because it’s the Joker, what do you expect. Both mental and physical abuse would be present in your life, as the Joker wouldn’t feel any love or care for you as a person.

Because of this you wouldn’t be going to school either, but you are smart, so you teach yourself how to read and write, and you’ll have to learn math and the likes to be able to use some weapons to their full potential.

Instead of being allowed to be a child your only purpose to exist is to be a tool to taunt the bats, so you most likely wouldn’t be given a name either and would just be called Robin by Joker and anyone else who knows you exist.

Being “raised” by joker also means your morals are very skewed, and you have no problem with murder or torture, but what do you expect from someone like the joker.

The bats would learn about your existence during one of the Jokers latest plans. It would be during one of his more crazy ideas, you know, with a lot of hostages and a lot at risk.

I can imagine two scenarios. The Joker either tying you up and posing you bruised up and bloody whilst wearing the Robin outfit, to taunt Batman.

Or you are being used as a surprise attack when they get a little too close to catching the Joker. Joker of course wouldn’t care about your wellbeing besides being a tool for him, so if you get shot or break bones he doesn’t care.

They would of course all be shocked and shaken at seeing an 8-year-old kid wearing Jason’s robin outfit there, and especially with how little care you show about yourself and your own wellbeing.

Joker would whisk you away at the last moment, though not without you being hurt during the fighting, because he still has plans on using you to harm the bats, especially batman and red hood.

The batfam would panic at the knowledge that Joker has a child that hes using for his evil plans, they have no idea you are Jason’s clone yet, but they still want to rescue you.

They can only assume you’ve been trained since birth, with how skilled you are, which makes them all emotional. Especially the likes of Damian and Cass, since they were trained from infancy as well.

They would immediately start searching lost child cases for anyone fitting your description but come up empty handed because you are a clone.

After this encounter the Joker would use you in his plans more and more, because he gets great joy from seeing how desperate the batfam is to figure out who you are or to save you.

You’ve never felt kindness before and have never been your own person though, so you don’t trust them and just do whatever the Joker orders you to do, putting yourself in life and death situations more than once.

Bruce would be heartbroken with how familiar you look in your robin outfit, as you are a complete copy of how Jason looked back then. Dick and Jason, and maybe Tim, would be the only ones able to recognize your appearance, which would make them all want to save you even more.

After finally getting your blood and/or DNA to test after another deadly situation you’ve put yourself in, they take it back to the cave to test, where they learn your relation to Jason.

To say the batfam would all be shaken and enraged by the discovery would be an understatement. They’re shaken at the fact that Joker has had a child grown from Jasons DNA for who knows how long, and would be enraged at the fact that Jasons DNA was used and that you’ve obviously been abused this entire time.

They buckle down even more to get you to their side and make you come with them willingly, and it works in their favor as the Joker has become more lax with your reigns. It seems he’s growing bored of using the same thing over and over again, so he’s kinda just letting you run freely as he comes up with new plans.

It would start with Jason or Tim, or maybe even Cass, who would be able to get closer to you. They wouldn’t push to get you to come with them, and just get you to be used to their presence instead of immediately seeing them as a threat.

They know this is a slow process and that they can’t rush it, since you would run at the first sign of them trying to snatch you up.

As this is happening Jason can be caught reading parenting books, things about child psychology and the affects of child abuse. He already knew all of this, but he keeps refreshing it for when they get you to trust them.

Bruce would be going through a grieving process again, as you are a direct result of him failing Jason. But this time he would have a larger support system which would stop him from spiraling like last time.

Over time you get used to the presence of the batfam when you are on your own, they bring you meals or stuff to drink. Of course, you don’t trust it in the beginning, knowing they could be drugging you, but as time passes you start to eat with them.

At some point, Damian would end up telling you about his own childhood and how wrong it was, and that he didn’t deserve that abuse, and neither do you.

That would be what starts to make you understand that the Joker isn’t a good guardian and that you may be worth more than he says you are.

They don’t get much further though, as the Joker has gotten bored of you and the purpose you were supposed to serve, so he wants to get rid of you. He would try to recreate the day he killed Jason, with the crowbar and everything.

Bruce is the one to save you before you get blown up though, Bruce almost in a frenzy to not lose another kid that way every again. You would be bruised and battered with broken bones and a concussion, but you would be alive.

They would bring you to a doctor or healer, probably a league one for identity reasons, and the fact that they could use magic to heal you faster.

Jason wouldn’t leave you alone as you are unconscious for days, the batfam would stick close by but also be working hard on cracking down on the Joker and destroying whatever he has left of his cloning experiments.

After you wake up, a lot of time would be used introducing you to the life of a normal child, and helping you heal both mentally and physically.

Thankfully they have a lot of experienced with helping kids who were raised to be weapons, with Cass and Damian and the likes, so they know what to do for the most part.

Jason never thought he would be a dad, especially not with how young he is, but he takes to it like a duck to water. Hes always had a soft spot for kids, and maybe in the back of his mind always wanted a kid of his own, so you help him settle in a way he didn’t know he could.

They all joke about Bruce spoiling you, because you are like a mix of Cass, Damian and Jason, and that Bruce’s fatherly urges can’t be stopped. It isn’t a joke though, after you learn to have your own opinions and wants, Bruce would bend over backwards for you like he would for any of his kids.

The first time you call Jason dad, he has to choke back tears, because he never thought you’d see him as your dad or accept him. You two go out to bat burger to celebrate.

They of course make up legal papers for you as well so you can start going to school after healing mentally and physically. They wouldn’t allow you to run around at night with them for a while either, as they want you to find who you are before you decide to be a hero or not.

And whether you decide to be a vigilante or just a civilian, they support you the entire way. Even if you pick to be a hero, they’d still be overprotective since you are the youngest, much to your annoyance, but you know its cuz they love you.

They all love you, and you love them. And if you choose to be a hero and base your outfit around your dads and it makes him cry, who will catch him with the helmet on. The other heroes think you are adorable too. You have youngest child privilege in the hero world, learn to wield it.

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miraculous-trinity-leo · 3 years

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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.

Let's start with the Sirens.

Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy

"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).

"Is she alone?" - Ivy

"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.

"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy

"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"

Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.

•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•

Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.

"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.

They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.

They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.

•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•

Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.

"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time

As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.

"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman

Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.

"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda

"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities

"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.

"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine

Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.

"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile

"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria

"ehh close enough." - Harley

"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman

"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley

"Cool." - Maria

"Harley." - Ivy

"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman

"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley

'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman

"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley

"Sure." - Maria

Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.

"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley

Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.

"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.

"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman

"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria

"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley

"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment." Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.

"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."

"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley

"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy

"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman

"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley

"Oh sh-t." - Maria

"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.

"He's gonna kill me." - Maria

"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy

"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria

"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley

"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman

"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley

"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman

"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley

"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman

Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.

•—–·–—•

"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria

.........

"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley

"The poor chicken." - Maria

"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.

.........

"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley

"That depends." - Ivy

"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.

"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley

"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria

"I'm good with that." - Ivy

And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.

Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.

…………………………

Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.

"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.

"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.

"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.

"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.

"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.

•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•

"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony

"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce

"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony

"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce

"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony

"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce

"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.

"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.

"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina

"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria

"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."

•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•

"Selina I need to ask-"

"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina

"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason

"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce

"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.

"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina

"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria

"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley

"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.

"Where was she last seen?" - Selina

"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce

Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.

"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina

"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony

"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.

"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina

•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•

The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.

"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason

"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick

"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason

"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick

"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim

"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick

"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce

"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony

"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.

•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•

Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.

"... Harley?" - Maria

"Yeah hun?" - Harley

"I can't sleep." - Maria

"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.

Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"

"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.

After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.

"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley

"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria

"Yes Maria" - Mullo

"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.

"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley

"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria

Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley

"I've got a plan." - Multimouse

…………

Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.

"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse

The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.

"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."

"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse

"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.

"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.

"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse

"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley

…………

They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.

"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse

"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley

As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.

"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina

"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley

Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.

"... You didn't." - Selina

"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley

"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy

"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.

"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background

When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.

"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse

"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse

Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.

"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man

"Multitute!" - Multimouse

Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.

"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin

Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.

"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley

"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.

"Where to?" - Multimouse

………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.

"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse

"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley

When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.

"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred

"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley

"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred

"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley

"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara

"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred

"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph

"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria

"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph

"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria

"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred

"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley

"Thank you Alfred." - Maria

"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara

…………

In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.

"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph

"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara

"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria

Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.

"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara

"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley

"Good idea Harley." - Barbara

"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley

"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara

"Then let the games begin." - Maria.

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Code Orange (Batfam/Young Justice Crossover)

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (For language - Jason)

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Young Justice (Cartoon)

Relationships: Garfield Logan & M'gann M'orzz, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, The Team (Young Justice) & Jason Todd

Characters: Jason Todd, M'gann M'orzz, Garfield Logan, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Members of the Team (Young Justice), Stephanie Brown

Additional Tags: Humor, Crossover, Jason Todd Swears, Jason Todd Being a Little Shit, Good Older Sibling Dick Grayson, Meet the Batfamily (DCU), Post-Season/Series 02, Bruce Wayne Has Too Many Kids, Banter, Mild Language

Summary: Garfield was cut off by M'gann grabbing his wrist and flying out of the room as fast as she could. “Code Orange. Code Orange,” M'gann sent out to everyone on the Watchtower. “There is an intruder on the Watchtower! An ‘A’ level Villain. Armed. Repeat, there is an armed villain on the Watchtower.”

AKA: Red Hood decides he wants to see the Team, breaks in, and causes havoc. The bats are strangely friendly with someone who was supposed to be their villain.

A/N: Yo, I've had this sitting in my docs since … March? Well, i decided to put it out, seeing as I'm FINALLY seeing Season Three! Although this fic doesn't include it. Think of this as post-season two, and just ignoring season three. Full batfam are just never introduced to the Team.

WORK-

It was a slow weekend on the Watchtower, with no missions, catastrophes, or alien invasions. So most of the Team and League were either at home, or chilling in the space station.

The latter was exactly what Garfield and M'gann were doing. They had been on the Watchtower for the entirety of the morning, playing various types of board games. Every so often someone would pop in on them, but for the most part they were enjoying some sibling bonding time.

“You know what we need?” Garfield asked in the middle of Candy Land.

“No, I thought we were doing just fine the way we were,” M'gann replied, confused.

Garfield scoffed. “Food, obviously! I'm starving! Let's head to the cafeteria and see if Bart left any ice cream.”

*****

They didn't find any ice cream. Though, what was there was alarming.

M'gann and Garfield had strode into the cafeteria finding it almost empty. The single occupant was a man in cargo pants, a leather jacket, and a red helmet. He also wore a gray armored shirt, which had some sort of red symbol. The symbol was obscured, however, by the ginormous gun he was cleaning.

M'gann recognized him immediately as the Red Hood, a top-tier crime lord from Gotham.

“Why Hello, Miss Martian. Beast Boy.” Red Hood didn’t even look up.

“Hey sis, did someone new join the team or -”

Garfield was cut off by M'gann grabbing his wrist and flying out of the room as fast as she could. “Code Orange. Code Orange,” M'gann sent out to everyone on the Watchtower. “There is an intruder on the Watchtower! An ‘A’ level Villain. Armed. Repeat, there is an armed villain on the Watchtower.”

“That was a villain?!” Garfield asked in a surprised voice as he raced along with M’gann.

“Yes, Garfield. Red Hood. I have no idea how he got here though. We need to gather everyone. Make sure they're ready for a fight. Especially Nightwing and Robin, he's a Gotham villain, so they should know what to do.”

Garfield nodded, changed into a hawk, and flew off.

Soon almost everyone was gathered outside the cafeteria's doors. Garfield had yet to bring Nightwing, but Robin was present, and at the front of the group. The only adult leaguer present was Captain Marvel, who had been on monitor duty at the time. The major leaguers - including the big three - were on some sort of low threat level assignment.

“M'gann, report,” Aqualad spoke when he made his way to the front of the group where M'gann stood, blocking Conner from jumping the gun and attacking without a plan.

“Garfield and I were on our way to get some food, when we walked in on The Red Hood cleaning a large gun threateningly. I pulled Gar out as fast as possible and alerted everyone.”

Robin groaned loudly. “Hood? Of all the days to infiltrate the Watchtower, he chose today?”

Aqualad frowned. “You do not seem that alarmed. Is he not as dangerous as we have been told?”

Robin snorted. “Oh, he’s dangerous alright. Tried to kill me multiple times, almost succeeded too. But right now I’m just annoyed.”

Superboy grunted. “That doesn’t matter right now! There is a villain in our lunch room! We need to do something!”

Robin shrugged. “Do what you want. B is gonna kill me either way.”

No one understood what Robin meant, so they decided to follow Kon’s advice. Aqualad took charge.

“We enter on three. Blue Beetle, Rocket, Kid Flash, and Wondergirl go right. Superboy, Lagoon Boy, Miss Martian, and Captain Marvel go left. Zatanna and Robin, follow me. Try to encircle him. Get him talking, and see if we can figure out what he wants. M’gann, link us up.”

Robin grumbled, but nodded along with everyone else. M’gann activated the mind link. Once everyone had given the affirmative, Aqualad began the count.

“One. Two. Three. Go!”

Everyone burst through the doors and assumed their positions. The Red Hood was still sitting where M’gann had said. He was still cleaning his gun, though he paused when the Team entered.

“Took you long enough. I was getting bored.”

Robin glared at Red Hood. “What are you doing here, Hood?”

The intruder seemed to smile under his helmet. “Why’re you so grumpy today, babybird? I was getting bored in Gotham. Figured I’d stop by and say hello to the Team.” Hood turned to look at the rest of the Team and waved. “Hey Team. Captain Marvel. How’re you doing?”

No one replied. Red Hood sighed and shook his head. “No one cares about me.”

“Dude, there is a full attack force ready to beat the crap out of you,” Blue Beetle said. “I’m pretty sure there are people who care that you’re here.”

Red Hood chuckled. “You couldn’t beat me if you tried. Tell ‘em, Replacement.”

Robin smirked. “Not after what I saw last week. You were taken down by two low level thugs.”

Red Hood groaned. “Dude, I was drunk.”

No one had the chance to question this as it was at that exact moment that Beast Boy burst into the room followed closely by Nightwing. He had his escrima sticks out, and looked ferocious.

“Hey ‘wing! Nice of you to join us.” Red Hood sounded positively gleeful.

Nightwing, instead of attacking, groaned and put his weapons away. “This is what you called me for? It's just Hood.”

Aqualad frowned. “Is not the Red Hood a security level A enemy? Shouldn’t you be worried?”

Red Hood shook his head. “Level A? I’m flattered! Maybe you and B do care!”

Nightwing sighed, walked over to Hood, and collapsed on the sofa beside him. The Team was shocked to say the least.

“ ‘Course we care, Hood.” Nightwing said, causing many gasps.

“Nightwing,” Aqualad said, “What are you talking about? Is not this man one of your Rogues? Robin said that he tried to kill him multiple times!”

Nightwing just shrugged. “So? He’s tried to kill me too.”

Red Hood tilted his head as he looked at Robin. “You still go by Robin, here? Boy, Demon-spawn is going to kill you!”

Robin crossed his arms and glared. “It was easier. Do you know how long it takes to change your Zeta Settings?”

Red Hood nodded sagely. “So you were too lazy.”

Robin spluttered, but didn’t deny the accusations.

“Are we forgetting,” Conner said, “That there is a villain in the Watchtower? How did he get in?!”

“Hey Red,” Nightwing asked, grinning, “How’d you get up here, anyway?”

Red Hood seemed to smirk under his helmet. “Blackmail is a glorious thing.”

There was an uproar in the mind link. Accusations flew. Who had Red Hood blackmailed? What did he know about them that could possibly warrant an unauthorized visit to the Watchtower? What was almost as scary was how nonchalant Nightwing seemed. Robin also didn’t seem that worried. In fact he looked … sheepish?

Nightwing laughed. “Whatever he has on you, Robin, must be good!”

“Robin!” M’gann exclaimed. He was the last person anyone expected to be Blackmailed. The bats were so secretive, no one really knew anything about them. This situation with Red Hood being a prime example.

“Hermano,” Blue Beetle said, clearly distressed, “How could you do this?”

Robin just shrugged. “He knew something bad, guys. It couldn’t get out.”

Nightwing looked positively gleeful, the exact opposite of what everyone else was feeling. “Come on, Hood. What did he do?”

Red Hood was shaking with laughter. “He brewed his coffee with a mix of Red Bull and Monster, then topped it off with four Five Hour Energy’s, and three double shots of espresso. When he was on strict orders to sleep.”

“Timothy Jackson Drake!” Nightwing exclaimed, sitting up. He seemed more exasperated than angry. “We’ve talked about this! You are going to get yourself killed if you keep going on like this!”

Robin did not look the least bit apologetic. “Hood! You said you wouldn’t tell!”

Red Hood shrugged. “I said I wouldn’t tell Agent A or Bats. You didn’t say anything about Nightwing or the Team.”

Robin collapsed on the nearest chair. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”

Nightwing nodded. “You are so grounded after this. I’m telling Agent A, and we’re changing all your coffee to decaf!”

Robin groaned. The rest of the Team was confused. For one thing, that wasn’t necessarily that bad of a thing to hide? Sure it was disgusting, but it's not like Robin killed anyone. For another, who did that to their coffee?! But the most worrisome was how did Red Hood know about that? He must have been close to the bird. And how did he know Agent A? Not even the OG Team members had met the mysterious Agent A, who coordinated and cared for the Bats.

“That still doesn’t answer why there is a villain in our cafeteria!” Rocket exclaimed. There were several agreeing nods.

Red Hood sighed. “I told you, I’m here to say hi!” He turned to Robin, “I haven’t seen you in ages.” Though he spoke toward Robin, the Team couldn’t help but feel like he was talking to everyone in the room.

Just then, Kid Flash flew into the room. The lightning trailing from his wake crackled quietly as he stopped next to Aqualad.

“I heard that we had an infiltration and - woah! It's the Red Hood! Why didn’t you tell me it was him! Awesome!” There was a flash, and Kid Flash was standing over Red Hood with a notebook and pen in hand. “Can I have your autograph?”

Nightwing looked like he was trying not to laugh, Robin looked slightly peeved, and everyone else was just confused.

Red Hood’s face wasn’t visible, but his body language clearly showed how pleased he was. “Now this is how you should be treating me!” Hood spoke and he signed the page that Kid Flash helpfully pointed out. “How does ‘Red Hood, to the only decent speedster I’ve ever met’ sound?”

Kid Flash was grinning. “Perfect! Thanks so much! All the info surrounding you was pretty vague in the timelines, so I wasn’t sure if you were even back yet! Or working with the bats again. But boy am I glad you are! You’ve always been my favorite! Do you know how cool you are, dude?!”

Red Hood tilted his head. “Of course I do, kid. Glad someone else sees it though.” He seemed to glare at Nightwing as he said the last part, who only shook his head.

Kid Flash got his notebook back and positively bounced over to Blue Beetle. “Dude did you see this? He actually signed it!”

Blue Beetle frowned. “Why did you want his autograph in the first place?”

Red Hood spluttered, clearly annoyed. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Kid Flash said, “Why wouldn’t I want the autograph of clearly the best Outlaw?” He paused to think. “Are you with the Outlaws yet?”

Red Hood shrugged. “I haven’t seen either of them in a few months, but we are meeting next week for an … outing.”

Nightwing snorted and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “mercenaries and drugs. What could go wrong.”

Red Hood glared at Nightwing. “Like nothing you ever do goes wrong.”

Nightwing snorted. “Yeah, but I never leave a trail of bodies.”

“Okay, one, the bodies were on purpose,” Hood said, “And two, I stopped! No more killing people for widdle ol’ me.”

“Mostly.” Robin said.

“Mostly,” Red Hood agreed.

“Why is their bickering so familiar?” M’gann asked.

“It’s like they’re siblings,” Captain Marvel replied.

“Oh Gosh,” Kid Flash said, “You guys really don’t -”

Suddenly Nightwing, Robin and Red Hood stiffened in unison. The air seemed to drop several degrees. Then Batman strode into the room flanked by Superman and Wonder Woman.

“Thank the gods,” Wondergirl said. “This guy just showed up, he said he blackmailed Robin into letting him up, and Nightwing isn’t doing anything about it! Please tell us you -”

“Uncle Clark! Aunt Diana!” Red Hood seemed strangely happy to see the most powerful people in the League. He even knew their civilian names! There were several gasps.

Wonder Woman strode forward, and Red Hood sprang up to meet her. “ Red Hood! So good to see you. How has your life been my little warrior?” They hugged briefly, and Beast Boy almost fainted.

“Pretty good, Aunt Diana. You know, a little dark, a little gloomy. And, as always, hey, full of dead people. What are you gonna do?”

Robin snorted. “Did you just quote Hercules at Wonder Woman? An Amazon?”

Wonder smiled - quite motherly, Kaldur thought in the mind link - at Red Hood. “It's been too long my dear. Next time you have a day off, come find me in Paris. We should spend more time together.”

“I’ll be sure to!”

Wonder Woman stepped to the side to allow Superman forward. “Really, how have you been kiddo?”

“I’m not a kid anymore, supes. Haven’t been since I was fifteen and you know it.” Superman seemed to flinch, which in and of itself was a shock. Red Hood shrugged. “But I’ve been good. Had to deal with these idiots a lot,” he gestured to Nightwing and Robin, both of whom looked indignant, “but … I’ve been good.”

Superman smiled. “Great. You should come to the farm sometime, Ma misses you.”

“He can - he’s gone to the farm?!” Superboy couldn’t hold back his shock. He had only just been allowed to go, and meet Ma Kent.

Red Hood nodded as Superman stepped aside to join Wonder Woman. “Of course, I’ve been coming for years.”

Superboy was slack jawed at this revelation, and, despite much cajoling from his teammates, was unable to close his mouth.

“Hood.” Batman said. He spoke tiredly, in a way no one in the Team had ever heard him use before. “Do you have to traumatize everyone you meet?”

“Oh, you wanna talk about trauma?” Red Hood’s voice was filled with a maliciously gleeful tone. “ ‘Cause you should hear about this one time, I was hanging out with the Joker - just chilling, y’know - and then -”

Red Hood was cut off by a grimacing Nightwing punching him in the shoulder. “Not now, okay?”

“Come on, I’m sure the gang would love to hear all the gruesome details …”

“Hood,” Batman repeated slightly more urgently. “What are you doing on the Watchtower?”

Red Hood sighed. “For the last time, I wanted to say hi to the Team. I haven’t seen these guys in ages.”

“We have never met before,” Aqualad said, confused.

Red Hood shook his head. “They don’t remember me.” He seems thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe there weren’t enough explosions.”

“Hood,” Batman continued. “You know you aren’t allowed up here without permission. Which you just had to ask for. I would have set up a time to let you see everyone.”

This time when the Team was surprised, Nightwing and Robin joined in; Their faces twin depictions of shock.

Red Hood didn’t seem to care, though. “Since when have I ever asked you for anything, old man. Besides, this way is more fun. Drama, and all that sh*t.” He sat back on the sofa. “You should have seen their faces! Best fun I’ve had since Nightwing and I got drunk in Blüdhaven a few weeks back!”

Batman whirled to Nightwing, who was looking quite sheepish. “You did what?”

Nightwing shrugged. “It had been a long night, and I was getting over a bad break up. Hood was being an outstanding citizen by aiding me in my hour of need!”

“F*** yeah, Big-Wing!”

Batman shook his head. “Hood, you aren’t of legal drinking age, there is no way you were being an outstanding citizen.”

The Team could barely keep up. Nightwing and Red Hood were close enough to get drunk together? Hood was under twenty one? Batman seemed close enough to Hood to know he was under twenty one. Well, that last one could be easily explained: he was Batman after all.

Red Hood grumbled his assent before perking up. “Hey bats, is that why you still have me down as a villain on the official League files?”

Batman seemed at a loss for words. He just employed his signature BatGlare™ on the intruder. Red Hood didn’t seem affected at all, which could easily be taken as the most surprising thing about the whole encounter. Even Superman flinched at the BatGlare™.

“Do you understand the mixed signals you’re sending me?” Hood Continued. “I mean, I’m allowed to Sunday dinner, but I’m also classified as one of the most dangerous criminals on earth?”

“Sunday dinner?” Several people asked in unison.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered that you think so high of me, but I changed to f***ing rubber bullets for you! Doesn’t that give me some credit? Or were you just too lazy to change it. Like Replacement over here, who still goes by Robin.”

“Yes, of course you deserve to be taken off the list. You’ve made so much progress. I’ll change your file as soon as I can.” He frowned. “And for the love of god, please call Tim by his name, or hero moniker.”

“Yeah, call me by my name, Hood!” Robin seemed to be rolling his eyes under his domino mask. “There’s a first time for everything.”

Red Hood looked appeased. “Good.” He collapsed back on the couch and continued to clean his gun.

Batman sighed. “Do you want something else?”

“Well, now that you’re asking …” Red Hood seemed exceptionally sly. “It is getting a bit boring in here.” he paused as if to think. “Hey! We should throw a party! "

Batman glowered. "No. The last time I let you have a party, the Bat cave was covered in glitter for three days straight!"

“You’ve held parties in the Batcave?” Aqualad asked.

Red Good sighed and shook his head. "Good times, good times. But you forget that that glitter was purple. I wasn’t completely to blame!”

Batman sighed once more, while Robin sat up straight.

“Is that why Spoiler didn’t come to the house for a week?”

Nightwing nodded. “Yup. She was too scared to see Agent A. Though she wouldn’t mind yelling at B.”

“And flip him off while doing so.” Red Hood sighed contentedly. “I taught her well.”

“You didn’t teach her anything!” Nightwing contradicted. “She’s been flipping people off since before you returned to Gotham! She gave the single-fingered salute B when they first met - with a smile on her face!”

The Team wondered who could be so brave, none of them were.

Red Hood seemed overjoyed. “Really? Why haven’t I heard about this before! How did Batsy react?”

“Like a deer in headlights,” Robin replied, smirking.

Red Hood began to clap. “She makes the Robin legacy proud, doesn’t she?”

“Does that mean this girl was a Robin?” Rocket asked.

“Batman reacted like a deer in headlights?” Captain Marvel added.

Nightwing nodded sardonically. “Yes, because pissing off Batman is exactly what I had in mind when I started Robin.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised, Golden Boy,” Red Hood snorted, “You’ve swung off of and broken enough chandeliers for it to be coincidance.”

Nightwing grimaced. “So there have been some casualties.”

Batman shook his head. “Casualties?”

Robin nodded quite seriously. “Of course, B. How else would you know to get gymnastic equipment?”

“He could have asked. Instead I had to spend thousands of dollars every time Nightwing decided he wanted to try some new trapeze routine.” Batman shook his head. “Why do all of you decide it's your job to vandalize my home?”

Robin raised his hands. “Hey, I didn’t destroy anything important!”

“No, you just randomly got rid of my computers when you decided we needed an upgrade.”

“Well we did!”

“Hah! I’ve never done any permanent damage to your house!” Red Hood seemed very self satisfied.

Batman, Nightwing, and Robin paused for a moment, thinking.

“That,” Robin said, “Is truly depressing.”

“Hn,” Batman replied.

“Good job Hood,” Nightwing said, “You have managed not to disappoint B in one field.”

Red Hood seemed to roll his eyes. “Don’t worry, I make up for it in all the other ways!”

“Can someone PLEASE explain to me what’s going on?” Garfield asked, bouncing in place.

All the bats turned to look at him in unison, causing the kid to shrink back and hide behind M’gann. A moment later, though, Red Hood sighed audibly. He reached up and felt for some hidden latches in his hamlet. There was a click and he pulled it off. Underneath was a red domino mask. He reached up and pulled that off next.

There were several gasps from the OG Team. The man before them was older, his jaw-line matured, scars littering his face. He had a white streak in his hair and blue eyes rimmed with a pulsing poisonous green. But they still recognized him.

“What?” Zattanna whispered, her eyes wide.

“You’re …” Conner began,shocked, “You’re alive?”

“How?” Rocket asked. “You were dead.”

In unison, the five people who knew the stranger turned to Nightwing.

“You said you wouldn’t fake any more deaths!” M’gann announced, anger flowing through her.

“How could you, Dick?” Kaldur asked, frowning insteansly. “No more secrets, you promised.”

Nightwing sighed. “I had no part in this, let me tell you. It was the Al Ghuls. We didn’t find out till a year ago.”

“That’s still a year you took to tell us!” Conner glared.

Nightwing shrugged. “It was extenuating circumstances, alright? Not completely my choice.”

Seeing that questioning Dick would be fruitless, Zatanna turned back to the Red Hood. “how are you alive?”

He grinned. “The Lazarus Pit does wonders for the skin, let me tell you.”

This brought a stir throughout the room. Everyone had heard of the legendary substance that granted Ra’s Al Ghul immortality.

“Someone still needs to tell me who this is,” Cassie said, her hands on her hips.

Batman sighed. “Everyone, this is Jason Peter Todd, my son, and the second Robin.”

Everyone who didn’t already know blinked several times.

“The hologram in the park?” Jaime asked. “The one who was killed by the Joker?”

“The very one!” Jason grinned. “Nice to know some people know me.”

“I thought there were only two Robins?” La'gaan stated more than asked with a frown.

In unison, Nightwing, Red Hood, Robin, and even Superman started to laugh.

“Oh kid,” Jason said, grabbing his sides, “you’re adorable!”

“Only two Robins,” Superman said, grinning, “Batman wishes.”

Nightwing was choking with laughter, but once he’d calmed down, he looked at La’gaan again, and proceeded to break down again.

“Two Robins?!” Robin looked in awe, “Wow, now that’s a thought.”

“I’m sorry?” La'gaan asked. He didn’t look sorry.

“There have been five Robins,” Red Hood explained after a moment, “Six if you count that new kid. But that whole thing was kinda weird.”

“Six?!” several people announced, and looked at Batman, who nodded.

“How come we’ve never met them?” M’gann asked, “Nightwing, how could you not have told us?”

“You haven’t met them ‘cause most of the bats stick to Gotham,” Robin answered, “there hasn’t a need to drag everyone up here. Let alone the Robins.”

“Wait,” Zattanna said, “There are more bats?”

NIghtwing laughed again. “Oh boy, you guys really know nothing? Do any of you pay attention to Gotham?” There were several sheepish smirks, and Nightwing sighed. “Artemis is the only one who actually gets this, isn’t she?”

Jason frowned. “I wish she was here today, I wanted to say high.” he then looked at the still confused faces of the hero community. He stood up dramatically, as if about to start a grand speech.“Okay, rundown. You know Batman, obviously. Dicky-bird over there was the first Robin. I was the second. Then you have Timbo who was the third-”

“Was?” several people asked.

“I still go by Robin up here ‘cause it's easier-”

“He’s too lazy to change his codes, we already established this,” Jason interrupted, glaring, “After him you have Robin four, that was for the time that Tim’s dad banned him from the roll. Then he died, and she died, so Tim was back to being Robin.” he ignored the several open mouthed faces and persevered, “then you have the little gremlin who’s currently Robin. He’s the ‘bloodson’ which he takes very seriously, so don’t tell him that just because daddybats over there and Talia Al Ghul hooked up means that he’s the F***ing savior.” Everyone turned to stare at Batman.

“Talia Al Ghul?” Jaime asked, “Isn’t she an assassin?”

“Yup!” Nightwing announced, drawing attention onto him. “And the kid’s a cutie!”

Tim scoffed. “That’s not half the bats though,” he pointed out. “You have Batwoman, Batwing … hey, Azrael counts, right?”

“I mean,” Dick said, “He was Batman at one point, and lives in Gotham so yeah. He’d probably not want to be called that though.”

Jason laughed. “He and Leslie think we’re all crazy. I mean, they’re right, but still.”

Tim laughed. “Yup! Then you have the batgirls, number one, you guys know her. She’s Oracle now, a behind the scenes tech support goddess. Then Batgirl number two, she goes by Black Bat now, takes care of Hong Kong when she’s not visiting home and being the favorite child.”

Batman frowned. “I don’t have favor-”

“You do.” All three former Robins said in unison.

“So yeah,” Dick continued, “She’s awesome. Easily kicks our butts - including B! But after her you have Spoiler, the third Batgirl, and fourth Robin. After her there’s Catwoman -” there were several gasps. “Oh yeah, she and Bats are totally a thing - have been for years. You wouldn’t be surprised if you saw their flirting! There was this one time when I was Robin, I was supposed to case a building while B went after Cat, right? Well when i got there, they were already half-”

“That’s enough.” Batman growled, and Nightwing grinned.

“Moving on!” Jason announced, “since we all have horrible memories of batcat freaky roof time, you have Huntress, and Blue Bird. Then The Signal - he was kinda a half Robin, in a gang war sort of way. But that’s not important. He’s the only meta protege of batsy’s, and if that doesn’t scream second favorite child, I don’t know what does!”

“You allow metas in Gotham now?!” Garfield asked.

“No.” all the bats announced in unison.

“Signal is the exception, and if you met him, you’d understand. Easily the sanest out of all of us.” Jason explained with a wink.

“Relatively the sanest!” Tim announced. “He literally jumped out of a police car, of a bridge, into the Gotham river, while saying ‘I am Robin. Plus, he handled the demon spawn on a rampage. He’s just as crazy as the rest of us.”

“None of this explains why we haven’t met these people!” Connor said.

Batman sighed heavily. “Fine. I’ll set up a meeting, check out who’s in town and such. Not today though, there’s a drug bust going down and no one’s available. Besides, they don’t even know what’s going on up here.”

Jason let out an awkward cough, and sat gingerly down on the couch. He seemed … guilty?

“Jason.” Batman growled in warning.

“I’m sorry, B!” Jason said, despite looking more along the lines of gleeful. “Blondie asked what I was doing today, and you know how hard it is to lie to her!”

Batman groaned - honest to gosh groaned! - and pinched the bridge of his nose. “She’s on her way right now, isn’t she?”

Jason shrugged. “She said something about grabbing snacks.”

Tim groaned. “We’re all dead.”

“What’s going on?” M’gann asked, “Why would this be bad?”

Dick sighed. “Spoiler is just … special.”

As if on cue, the door to the room crashed open dramatically, smoke seeping in. A purple clad figure stood dramatically in its wake, her cape swirling and arms raised over her head. She held two boxes of Munchkins in each fist.

“What’s up B*tches?” She asked. “I brought donuts!”

#batfam #young justice #batfam shenanigans #the team #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #m'gann m'orzz #garfield logan #stephanie brown #young justice cartoon #post season 2 #ignoring season 3 #banter #meet the batfam #fanfiction #red hood

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nitholites · 4 years

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Assuming someone in the BatFam is the end game:

It's been only a week or so since Tony figured out who Ladybug is

She's captured everyone's hearts, but has to go to Gotham soon

For help, but also because of her internship

The Stark Gala becomes a 'you better live and come back one day, Mari or I STG' party, hosted by Tony Stark, of course

She makes all the outfits of the Starks, her parents, herself, Jagged, Penny, Luka, and Kagami (the last two friends minus Chloe from Paris) and she makes extra in case someone has a wardrobe malfunction

Meanwhile, the Waynes have heard a lot about the newest Stark: MDC

Tim is a fanboy. He's found everything related to his favorite rock star's designer/niece there is to find ("I'm not obsessed! They're just super talented, and I'd like something from them! Stop laughing at me, Dick!")

Dick has no room to tease him, as both him and Jason are pretty much in the same boat

Kor'i and Mar'i love MDC, as well

Every one of the Bats are huge Jagged Stone fans

Like... Nearly rabid

(Damian, Bruce, and Alfred redact that statement)

They're invited to Tony's gala thing (he only started it to surpass the Wayne Gala, like the Lil Shite he is)

The night of the party, only Bruce and Jason go, since the rest of the bats are busy

Bruce, Jagged (who brought Fang), and Tony are all chatting in the middle of the floor, 2/3rds of the group are just talking up Marinette

Jason, meanwhile, accidentally runs into this small, adorable child who proceeds to spill her punch all over his suit

He insists it's fine, but she won't take 'no' for an answer ("I am so sorry, please let me make it up to you" "Kid, it's fine, accidents happen" "No, seriously, let me help")

There's a look in her eyes that insists she do something, and he eventually agrees

Cue to Marinette having a suit jacket that matches and fits Jason because "You look like you're the same build as Mr. Stark (she's all for joining Peter in calling Tony 'Mr. Stark' to get under his skin)"

"you know Tony?"

She shrugs, and doesn't comment anymore on it

"give me your address, and I'll bring this back when it's clean again. I'm moving to Gotham for a while soon, anyway"

He does, she doesn't realize he's a Wayne, and they part when the party ends

Cue the entire BatFam sprinting into Jason's room, chasing after a full on scream

Like, they didn't know Jason's voice could get "so high and squeaky, what the hecc?"

They pause as they see Jason litterally jumping up and down

"What the hell, Todd."

Instead of answering, he shoves the jacket in Tim's face with a shite-eating grin

It takes a moment, but Tim scowls and pulls out his wallet

When the rest of the family only look confused, Tim sighs and explains

"He got an MDC original first."

"...you had a bet on that?"

Jason freezes, eyes widening

"HOLY SH*T, I MET THE MDC! SHE WAS SO TINY, OH MY GOD, BATS, WE HAVE TO ADOPT HER!"

They're confused for a solid minute

"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHES AN ANGEL AND HAS BLACK HAIR AND BLUE EYES!! SHE'S OBVIOUSLY A WAYNE!"

It takes all of Bruce's willpower not to adopt her on the spot when she visits them

Like, he almost brings up adoption papers

But he knows Stark would fight tooth and nail to keep this baby

So he restrains himself

(for now)

(he swears if one of his children doesn't marry her, he's bringing the adoption papers to court)

She doesn't stay long, only meeting all the Waynes at the house and going back to her hotel

The next day, a villain goes after Mar'i, near the park/mall/something Marinette is by

Instead of becoming Ladybug, she heccin kicks arse

As Marinette

She gets both her and Mar'i out of danger without a scratch using a yo-yo of all things and meets Batman and Robin as they clean up the rest

She's all like "no, it's alright, I'm sure anyone would do the same please stop thanking me, my family's gonna kick my ass to next year for scaring them like this"

Bats comes up and takes her statement, and she happens to mention the situation in Paris

"oh, this was nothing compared to some of the Akuma I've faced" "What's an akuma?" She paled, eyes widening in shock. "You don't know? About Ladybug, Chat Noir, Ryuuko, Viperion, Queen Bee, Red Wasp, Multimouse, Hawkmoth, Mayura, Carapace, Rena Rouge, and all them?"

She explains a little, giving basic information everyone knew, then shows him the app she made a while ago

The Akuma Alert app that held much more than just akuma-related things

She leaves soon after, and Batman has a goal in mind

Within the day, Diana is furious at the lack of response towards the Paris situation

"This Ladybug was left alone for all this time?! Shame on you all, leaving my mother's successor alone!"

When Ladybug is later spotted (hehe, get it?) in Gotham, the entire BatFam finds her and gets her in touch with the League

She explains how she asked both the League and the Avengers for help, all those years ago, and was pushed aside with warnings not to send in prank calls anymore

Of course, Iron Man has already looked into it, but he's not exactly a detective and the more brains on this, the better

Meanwhile, as civilians...

The normal shipping stuff happens

With the exception that nearly every criminal in Gotham low-key adopts Marinette

They may think she's the next Wayne, but the Angel of Gotham is off limits

And not because the little Wayne chases after anyone who even looks at her wrong with a katana

Not just as Robin. As Damian

Marinette actually meets a few villains on the street

She was going to a commission, carrying some hero, vigilante, and villain themed macaroons when she got lost

(before meeting the Waynes officially, actually)

She was in a park, looking lost when Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn came up

She offered treats, and ever since she's the Angel of Gotham

Once, when on a date with her romantic interest, Killer Croc tried taking the restaurant hostage after robbing a bank

Key word: tried

Marinette calmly slipped behind him, grabbed his tail, and dragged his butt outta there

(he blames the fast French girl and the tile on the floor, which didn't let him get a good grip)

By the time Bats and the police got there, Croc was in tears as this tiny French girl lectured him about manners and interrupting dates

(the BatFam can't think of a funnier time)

When the Joker actually kidnaps her as a way to get to Batman, literally everyone rages a rescue mission

Harley, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze (Marinette reminds him of the daughter he's always wanted, with his frozen wife), Two-Face (Marinette talked philosophy with him, showing him he still had choices beyond the black and white), Killer Crock (who was impressed by the tiny French girl who threw him out of a restaurant by his tail that one time), Batman, Robin, the Teen Titans, Red Hood, Red Robin, Wonder Woman (she could feel Tikki's influence on Marinette and guessed her identity), Nightwing, all the Avengers, Red Wasp (Chloe, with the Bee Miraculous because she earned it back ages ago), Sabine (no one messed with her baby. No one), a teenage boy wielding a potato gun (who let this kid here?), Pepper, Penny (the two women were fast friends, bonding over their husbands' eccentric ways), Jagged with Fang, Audrey Bourgeois, and the entire police force storm the Joker's hideout

He didn't have a chance

Later, they admit it was kinda funny watching the small Sabine beating the crap out of the deranged clown

Fang, who was usually a puppy with scales, didn't hesitate to bite off the Joker's hand, reminiscent of Captain Hook and the Croc

Marinette's fine (or not, depending on how much angst you want in the story. It's easy to have her tourtured and nearly killed in the Joker's clutches {or actually killed and focused on angst from everyone who knew her [possible heavy Lila/class salt]} and see her move past her PTSD) and she gets home eventually

Around this time, she's made the Guardian of the Miraculous

She eventually goes back to Paris with her huge family (or everyone she thinks could keep their emotions in check)

They kick Gabriel's arse, but Adrien gets away with his mother (who was healed by Ladybug)

Possible second book

Marinette's ship becomes the Black Cat

Time skip, fiveish years later, some of Marinette's classmates see her for the first time since she left

They insult and sass her, not changed since school

Her S/O scowls and debunks them easily, defending Marinette

When they don't stop, Marinette's S/O calls Bruce, Tony, Jagged, and the rest of the League and the Avengers to destroy the morons in the class because they know how long they've waited for this moment

Mari puts her head in her hands, but doesn't stop them because she knows how long they've waited for this moment

Three hours later, the speeches and lectures aren't done yet

Lila eventually goes to Gotham or wherever Marinette is, and tries to warn the person on her arm about Marinette's 'bulling tendencies'

That gets another lecture

Or, her class gets a tour at either SI or WE, depending on when in the story you write it (could be both, and the class just doesn't learn or Tony, Pepper, and their kids were visiting WE to talk about Mari Protection Measures when they overhear it)

Lila goes off on how Mari's S/O is actually Lila's, or how she's BFFS with Batman/Iron Man/ Bruce Wayne and his kids/ Tony Stark and his kids/ the Avengers/ the Justice League

Cue the class seeing Mari

Instant bullying

The resident children and billionaire steps up, insulting and embarrassing the class while defending Mari

Lila tries to turn it around, but they're having none of that

First the kids jump at the chance to defend their little sister and/or girlfriend, then the big guns show up

At WE, it's Bruce, a highly protective Jason, and Tim, who has every single sin/mean thing/lie pulled up in a folder

It's thicker than his hand, and hard to hold

It's both in digital and physical form and sent to every single member of Mari's family- blood related or not

At SI, it's Tony and Pepper

FRIDAY steps up, too

Harley shoots Lila with the potato gun mk 3 until she leaves

The class don't know what they did wrong, but they swear to make it up just to get the scary CEOs and relatives

Also, if anyone knows the AU where Marinette was a street kid with Jason and his little sister (I can't remember who made it or what it was called, but I fell in l o v e), that could work with this one too. Jason would be so proud of his Lil sister being so famous and awesome and "how dare you let me think you were dead!! Do you have any idea how worried I was?!" "I made you worried?! You up and nearly got killed last I checked!"

Jason swore not to tell her he actually died once. He prays she never finds out.

@tired-butterfly @evil-elf16 @doggiediva13 @krispydefendorpolice @mochegato @legallyspawned @kryptored

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teentitanimals · 4 years

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Carrie Kelley in the Batfam

I freaking love Carrie Kelley, she’s so awesome. I desperately wish to see more content of her (I say, never even having read the comics she’s in- so sue me, I’ll get to it eventually). So, I’m taking it upon myself to write how I think she’d function with the rest of the Batfam! In ‘my’ version/understanding of the Batfam, she becomes Robin when Damian is AWOL. She quickly assumes the identity of Catgirl after Damian returns (angry, of course), and then eventually becomes Batgirl when no one else takes that mantle.

I personally view Carrie as someone who’s really, really eager to have a true family, and if she gets to kick criminals’ asses to have that family, then that’s just a big bonus. In basic, I see her as someone who’s very outwardly bubbly, energetic, eager to please, full of determination, enthusiastic, and somewhat stubborn, but has layers of doubt and anxiety expertly pushed down (as is the Bats’ way). In more depth, I see her as someone who knows what she has to do, and will do it no matter what. When she’s given an order, she will go through with it. When she needs to lead, she will. When she needs to follow, she will. Still though, she is inexperienced and untrained compared to the others, both on the physical side and emotional side. While she can put on that facade of coldness, strictness, when she no longer needs that mask, she can break down. For example, when she unhesitatingly punished that Batboy (Mutant guy) for killing some one, but later cried about it. She does what she believes needs to be done in the moment, but can often doubt or regret afterwards, when it’s safer to do so.

Anyway, here’s how I view her relationships with the Batfam! I might do this with some of the other Batfam as well, like Duke :)

Bruce - Carrie instantly views Batman as a parental figure. Her parental figures barely even remember she exists, so when Batman finally accepted her temporarily as Robin, she immediately started to view him as a positive adult role model in her life. She’s always very eager to impress him and relishes in every moment she’s near him, but she can get super anxious when he’s silent, often interrupting it as him ignoring her, just like her real parents do.

Alfred - Carrie loves Alfred, no surprise there. Who doesn’t, after all? She’s only seen her grandparents a few times, so it’s much like what she did with Bruce, instantly viewing him as a grandfather figure. She loves getting him little gifts and enjoys helping him with the work he does around the manor. She would spend every moment telling him how much she appreciates him, if she could.

Selina - She’s a bit hesitant with Selina, because she doesn’t really know much about the woman past her sort of being Batman’s “lover” and also a criminal dressed in a catsuit sometimes. She wants to view Selina as a mother figure, but she gets nervous and shy around her. The two do bond over a love of cats and dogs, though. (I actually have an idea/AU where Carrie becomes Catgirl but as Catwoman’s ‘sidekick’.)

Commissioner Gordon - She has a good amount of respect towards the Commissioner, along with a certain amount of pity. Sometimes, when she’s able to, she’ll prompt him to tell stories to her, and just sit down and listen. She wants to know him better, maybe become like uncle and niece, but she doesn’t really know how to do that.

Kate - Carrie takes well to Batwoman, admiring and respecting her a great deed. She adapts easily to viewing Kate as an aunt. She isn’t as eager to impress Kate like she is with Bruce, but she does value her opinion a lot. Carrie really enjoys hanging out with Kate outside of their masks too, and finds her to be really fun and cool, especially compared to Bruce- although, she would never tell Bruce that to his face.

Dick - Carrie was really, really anxious for Dick’s approval. No, not for being Robin, but rather for being accepted into the family. He was the eldest sibling. The first sibling. Needless to say, getting his immediate acceptance was so relieving it was almost addicting. And, not to mention, Dick was the first person to really hug her in a long while. A full on, arms wrapped around, tight squeeze, warm, loving kind of hug. She about cried on the spot. An unfortunate side effect is that having Dick hug her and seeing him hug everyone else made her Dick’s rival as the most touchy-feely of the Batfam. At least the fam has better luck escaping Carrie’s hugs than they do Dick’s.

Barbara - Carrie also was really anxious for Babs’s approval as well, this time more focused on being a Batgirl than with being accepted into the family. The two aren’t super close, or super chatty, but Carrie always appreciates Babs’s easy and quiet acceptance of her. Even when Carrie feels ignored and forgotten by the rest of the family, she can always count on having Babs simply just greeting her, or sending her out on a mission, just a casual acknowledgement of her existence. In return, Carrie also enjoys giving her small gifts from time to time like she does with Alfred.

Jason - She was a bit nervous initially meeting the infamous Red Hood, but she covered it well with guts and confidence. After she overcame her wariness of him, she definitely tried a bit harder to impress him, viewing him as the ‘cool older brother’. Jason isn’t all that touchy-feely with her like Dick, but every pat on the head, shoulder or back feels like ‘He Accepts Me as His Little Sister’ heaven to her. The two don’t always mesh well together, but they don’t have any animosity or history between them, so it’s easy for them to get along well.

Cass - Cass both fills Carrie with anxiety and love. On one hand, Cass is often very silent, and that really activates Carrie’s ‘She’s Ignoring Me, She Doesn’t Care About Me’, but on the other hand, Cass is very warm and comforting, even without words. Carrie would compare her to a ‘blanket’- warm, soft, comforting, always there for you, even without saying anything, but sometimes when it gets too hot (too silent), you need to get rid of the blanket until its colder (too loud) again. It’s an odd simile, but Cass finds it amusing. Cass more than makes up with her silence with many friendly pats and hugs to her new little sister (which Carrie was ecstatic to find out Cass viewed her as such almost as immediately as Carrie viewed her as an older sister).

Luke - Carrie doesn’t see Luke or Batwing all that much, but she kind of enjoys that. It’s like having a distant cousin you see on holidays that you get along well with. It really solidifies the whole ‘family’ thing for her. She likes hanging out with his siblings, too.

Harper - Harper, too, is more like a cousin, but one Carrie is just in awe of. She definitely wants to get to know Harper better, but they haven’t found the time too.

Tim - She often finds it hard to get along with Tim. Not that they clash heads or anything, it’s more like an awkward silence (and you know by now how much she hates silence). Carrie is loud and energetic even without coffee, yet Tim sometimes can barely stay awake even with coffee. She also isn’t as good with tech as the other, having less experience and access to even the more simpler digital devices due to her parents neglect of her and her childhood. She admires his intelligence and skill greatly, and often feels inferior to him because of it. It’s weird, because she also knows and acknowledges that the rest of the Batfam is greater than her in most skills simply due to more experience and training, but for some reason Tim’s skills make her feel worthless and unimportant to the family. Still though, the two find ways to get along, even if it is just something as minor as Carrie offering to get him some coffee and watching him work. Tim has offered to teach her more on tech too, which she’s pretty eager about, even if a lot of it flies over her head.

Steph - Once again, Steph is one of those people Carrie highly admires. Steph was, after all, both a Robin and Batgirl like Carrie too. Plus, Carrie just really loves Steph’s personality, humor, and wit. She’s the older sister Carrie wants to impress the most. The two got along immediately, personalities bouncing well off each other, like an echo chamber but better. Steph greatly enjoys having a little sister to teach ‘girl stuff’ too, and is happy to pull Carrie along on any trips to the mail, or to paint nails with her and Cass. Inviting Carrie to watch reality TV and musicals with her and Damian. Their text messages between each other consist solely of memes and random ramblings done at 2am. Bruce often has to separate them on patrols or missions, because Steph brings out Carrie’s ‘lack of brain cells’ side, making her more eager to just jump head-on into danger without a proper plan or instructions to do so.

Duke - She and Duke are both the ‘new kids’, but Duke knows just a little bit more about the Batfamily than her. He enjoys showing her ‘the ropes’ when getting used to the family’s insanity. She’s more rambunctious and eager to join in on the chaos than he was, but they can still bond over giving each other those little glances of ‘Are you seeing this too? I’m not crazy right?’ and ‘They can’t be serious.’ Carrie enjoys the more calmed down energy she can have with him. Everyone else in the family’s high energy brings out hers, but Duke has that perfect balance that she appreciates. Even someone as eager for familial attention can be overwhelmed at times. Sometimes they just enjoy calmly, casually talking about whatever, relaxing as they eat, or read, or watch TV.

Damian - Damian is by far the one Carrie admires the most. She’s the one she craves the most acceptance from, and Damian being Damian, it’s very hard to get it, especially since she was a ‘copycat’, a ‘temporary replacement’, a ‘little girl scout looking at the big leagues’ to him. Despite Damian’s many, many insults and jabs and overall disrespect to her, she took it as best she could in stride, not wanting to upset him further. Much like Jason was Tim’s Robin, Damian was Carrie’s Robin, the one she looked up to. It’s why she so easily gave up being Robin and became Catgirl when Damian came back. It was his role, and Carrie didn’t mean to ‘steal it’ from him, or to ‘replace him’, just to help Batman when he didn’t have anyone else. It takes awhile, a long while, but Damian begins to warm up to her, slowly, slowly, accepting her as his sister. Eventually, he actually becomes pretty protective of her, after all, Robin and Batgirl are just as iconic a pair as Robin and Batman. Despite Damian being younger than Carrie (in my eyes), Carrie views him as a protective older brother. They enjoy taking care of all their pets and animals together, and complaining about school to one another, and crashing on the couch after a long day, watching random shows until they fall asleep and one of their older siblings has to carry them to their respective beds.

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currentfandomkick · 4 years

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Bio! Dad Strange part 8

This is just a bunch of random things that amuse me from this au, i will try to keep them in a coherent order but no gaurantees.

Everyone in Marinette’s friend group (Max, Kim, Alix, Nino, Sabrina and (somehow) Chloe) has at least one color unique to them, some with a secondary or pattern, to show that they are psuedo-family.

Chloe mentioned the idea after listening to Adrikins go on about anime magic girls and go off on Sailor Moon for too many days.

The group starts it as a joke—if you dont wear your color, you are mad at someone in the group enough to disown them. Wearing someone else’s color meant you saw them as really close compred to the others. Wearing all of the colors meant you felt very loved by the group and are proud damnit!

Chloe picked yellow, and added stripes as her pattern just incase they added another yellow later.

Sabrina demanded purple and argyle patterns as hers. Why? “Purple is mystery i will solve them all!”

Max picked green and decided collared shirts were his domain. Sabrina and him foght over this sometimes, as ‘no we both like this, Not eachother.’

Kim called Red and yellow, since he likes chlow he called her color as his secondary.

Sabrina picked up on the meaning and so did Nino. It didnt register for Marinette, Nino and Max.

Chloe claims this is why she wanted a pattern too.

Alix demands black as her color, despite Max’s protests that no, black is not a color. Alix says she’s all the colors as black, and picked stripes as her pattern like Chloe. Alix has her stripes as knit fingerless gloves, while Chloe wears hers as a shirt.

Nino call blue, and specified his hat as proof of friendship. When he is mad at them he doesnt wear it and everyone assumes a war is going on between him and someone. He forgot it one day and everyone was worried.

Marinette kicks kim and says she wanted Red. In the end she agree to either red or oink—depending on whatever rules her parents made about her wearing any color too much. She picked her signiture flower design as her pattern.

Why is this important?

Becuase now whenever any of them dont wear one if these colors or patterns visibly, it means someone did something and the school intervenes.

So the day Marinette came in early with a too big faded red hoodie and Kim was late without his red on, there was Tension.

He chases Marinette to get his hoodie back. She refuses, dodging and weaving until he ends up in the art class and Oh.

Marinette chucks a better red hoodie sweatshirt at him while saying “this should stop the shippers!”

No one but Chloe and Sabrina knew what that meant. Both were embarassed. They mentioend people thought Kim was crushing on her since his hoodie was getting pinker, and she did wear a lot of faded reds and pinks.

It did not stop the shippers. Only made them swap from romantic ship to ‘oh god these are destructive sibling cinnamon rolls’.

Becuase kim almost crying while tackling Marinette in a hug, in public, while Marinette goes off on him having bà’s hearing and squirming to escape and start another game of chase?

Intense ‘dorky brother loves his new sister who wants to play not be mushy in public’ energy that no one was stopping.

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For those wondering, yes these kids have group sleepovers—boy’s night, girl’s night and ‘everyone night’ usually at Marinette or Chloe’s for the everyones. Yes, these are weekly.

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Chat noir keeps trying to claim Marinette’s room as his part of the miraculous team’s base.

In this au both he and Ladybug have chosen weilders for various miraculous. They are partners but do lead two teams—Marinette’s focused on support, civlians, and strategy and his focused on combating akumas.

Due to this, Ladybug has a team she oversees, and Chat has a team he oversees.

Fu uses this to decide which would make the better gaurdian, as he trains them both here.

Marinette regrets being the only weilder Tikki approves of weilding her due to how the Cure works is people died. Marinette has to relive their death and decide if they should come back or not (was it too truamatic to go on after living it herself? Did they want to live? Questions like that are hers to answer). She is happy to share her job as Ladybug with other ladybug weilders, but is the only one who can cast the cure if there’s death involved.

Adrien is known to not be a perfect fit for the Black Cat, and he agrees that if a better cat comes along, he will give up his role as Chat Noir but not as a member of the team. Fu admits to him he’s a peacock more than cat early on, and while adrien loves plagg—that’s his cat-god-dad—he knows as a guardian trainee he has to do what’s best for the kwami and Paris. He agrees to training potential cats as Aspik until they can find, reclaim and fix the peacock.

Identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir are kept from each other to prevent them being an easy target for the Hawkmoth in this au. Others can know, but unless they weild a miraculous its dangerous given Nooroo’s weilder is their foe. Also name drops can be a thing and its bad all over.

Marinette is insistent on the secret identities being kept as she doesnt want to compromise her identity as a civilian that is not a meta when Ladybug is a known meta. The Miraculous she’s iffy on, and Tikki admits thst if they werent facing Nooroo, it was normal for all weilders to know eachother’s identites for covers and alibis and such.

Chat is upset about this until she mentions how metas are treated and her being out as a meta as ladybug but not as a civilian and why. Then he’s pissed at the govenrment and starts helping out at protests and crashes anti-meta rallies in Paris on Ladybug’s behalf, and points out that if it wasnt for a tiny meta none of them would be alive after syrenx, so shut up. He accepts her stance and only asks if he can tell her his identity when hawkmoth is done for.

Marinette agrees to post-hawkmoth reveal between them. Their teams hate that only the bugs and cats cant know each other’s identities as bugs and cats. Miraculouses are swapped like candy here, so you may know one hero is also another hero but not civlilin id or vice-versa

Yeah, writer salt here rather than character salt. Especially to how the characters were treated.

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On Marinette’s powers, she does have them escalate as she grows and doesnt use her treatments. She takes her meds to prevent this as she’s already scared if her abilities when she leaves them unchecked for too long.

Her treatment is mircodosing kryptonite to keep the kryptonian part from taking over completely. She has all the abilities only when she’s more kryptonian than human cells at the time. Kryptonian cells multiply faster which is why she heals faster.

Max is the only one that she knows knows about her powers in Paris.

Sabine is implied to have an inkling but she ignores her own inkling often. Marinette thinks her mom is pretending she doesnt have powers.

Tom does notice but has no idea how to help, so he’s a cheerleader dad and helps her hide damage sometimes. They have a pact that they dont talk about the time she flipped him, and he fixes whatever she broke, no questions asked.

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Side thing but when the miraculous come into play, warning that i will use character non-hero name for what they’re thinking and saying, while their hero-name is for what they are phsycially doing, as some will change mid-fight.

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Hey i know this wasnt the expected update, but its more idk how to do Jason as Red Hood finding Marinette again.

First option is he was hunting strange, saw a picture of her on his desk and she calls strange asking about jow she should keep hiding since the restrictions just got worse on metas and she’s scared and ‘are you sure i cant just stay in Gotham? I...i dont feel safe here anymore’ and then Jason going on a Quest to find her in Paris, weird-happy reunion, and he goes back to Paris to live with Strange and work on things as Red Hood where Marinette can’t—mainly ground work. She helps him coordiante with the batfam via Tim, and handles gang attack coordination between Gotham Police, Batfam, Jason and RKC. Zsasz calls Jason his apprentice and trains him on hitman etiquette, guns, and yes, his signature form of ‘conditonal promises’. He was given League of Assassin Training, just cant recall it actively (talia gets memory magic becuase i said so. Blocked it until it would be safe for Jason to process here). He does not go to school, he just tracks down who he wants and ensures they cant hurt people. Is a bit obsessed with this when Marinette and Rose dont stop him by force.

Second Option is they both are targetting the same gang and their bust night is the same. Marinette helps him out in her Harley knock-off outfit (new and improved) while she evacuates the girls making the drugs, and Jason is just hunting dealers to find the drug den, finds a small girl dangling a major drug dealer, while Rose is there with the others tied up in plants. He gets caught by Rose, who recognizes his mark. He doesnt remember much about who he was as Robin, mostly as Red hoodie and is so confused. Marinette claims him as her brother and from there Rose takes on a new brother, dumps him on Strange as ‘i am many things, but i dont think i can handle memory loss and whatever happened to him. You do, so fix it.’ Strange winds up adopting him and Tom and Sabine encouraging him to add them as legal gaurdians. Here Jason is listed then on as Tod J. Smith—he cant remember his name in the right order so that’s what he got. His red hood outfit is revamped by Marinette, who coordinates his attacks on gangs with Batman’s, Gotham Police’s, and the RKC’s attempts at gang busts to maximize gang minimization. Somehow Joker starts helping J as a fellow J-J in Marinette’s life, with Zsasz claiming Jason as his apprentice. He does remember the League Training, but isnt sure if he was Robin and if he could be again if he was given that he was a their and kills the worst of the worst (mostly) of his own volition. Here is does go to school in Gotham.

In both Gina kidnaps him for chrismas with the family like she does with Strange. In Both he’s a teen still (hasnt aged since the Pit) and it takes Marinette and Tikki working together so he can later on (maybe? Idk on that point)

Comment which option you like better, becuase i cant choose.

And yes, rogues will be involved again soon.

@ilovefluffbutsmutisalsogreat @dast218 @weird-pale-blonde-person @mystery-5-5

#maribat #maribat au #bio!dad au #bio!dad strange #my au #my ideas #ml au #marinette strange dupain cheng #marinette strange dupain cheng part 8 #paris powers and polls oh my

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dottie-wan-kenobi · 4 years

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Jason Todd

I have no regrets

1. I would have Willis Todd not die. he’s out of Jason’s life, and for all Jason knows he IS dead, but no. he’s alive and well (as much as he can be, anyway) and when he hears that Bruce Wayne is trying to adopt Jason Todd? well. obviously he’s going to go and fight for the little asshole, or rather, pretend to want him or whatever other tactic he can employ to get as much money as possible from Bruce. and Jason, a Babey, is obviously going to be stuck in this horrible place between a dad who is his Dad even if he isn’t a particularly good one, and a dad who is Good and nice to him and is about to let him be Robin. but like Willis is actually his dad?? and Jason does have like at least one good or okay memory of him so it’s just a Lot to try and pick one. but then he doesn’t even need to! because Willis gets what he wants (aka Not Jason) and fucks off! and Jason is left with the not-incorrect impression that he’s unwanted :) and well if his real dad doesn’t want him then why on earth would Bruce Wayne want him? he wouldn’t. there’s just no way.

2. babey Jason has to get surgery for the first time. I assume it’s bc of something from his childhood, like a broken bone or some tooth issue, idk, but the point is it’s the First Time Ever. and Jason tries to not be scared….and then he tries to pretend he’s not scared. Bruce keeps saying that it’s routine and he’ll be waiting just outside and will come in as soon as he can, and Jason will be totally okay, but Jason just. surgery has always felt like something he would literally never be able to go thru even if he wanted to, which he does not. surgery is for rich people, and anyway he’s been living w the issue for so long he’s used to it, and thus this surgery is totally unnecessary and we should go home, B. I think part of what scares him so bad is that he’ll be alone, unconscious, with strangers?? and also he’s going to be DRUGGED? and Jason knows all about drugs and how bad they are and he wants not a thing to do with them, even if Alfred says he can’t get addicted to this kind of drug. just the kind that comes after, but Alfred doesn’t say that.

3. I would torment Jason with nightmares and paranoia that make him think he’ll end up like how he does in @lurkinglurkerwholurks ‘s Worst BatFam Headcanon of All Time (where he becomes the Joker) :) can u imagine having vivid, constant nightmares of drowning in a lurid green pool, of hearing yourself laugh and clarity comes upon u like ice down your spine, and you’re suddenly SURE, you are POSITIVE that you are the one person you hate most in this world. so u go and find someone or something that can prove you wrong, please let it prove you wrong, but no. u look in the mirror and see your killer’s face. u find your brother and he’s either terrified of you or tries to kill you. and when you wake up, there’s no relief, because didn’t you take on his persona? don’t you laugh at pain so you won’t cry? who’s to say you won’t end up like him??? :)

4. Jason becomes a dad. and he goes to every length he can to keep his baby safe. maybe he stops fighting crime. maybe he lets Bruce and Babs hook up his place with all the best security in the world. and maybe he falls into a sense of safety, when his kid gets to be 5, 6, 7 years old and no one knows that the Red Hood has a kid except people who are ready and willing to protect them. and maybe he comes home one day to find the neighbor who watches the kid while he’s at work dead, his baby gone, and some kind of evidence left behind saying that it was Two Face, and he only has so long to figure out the scheme before the kid bites it

5. imagine, if you will, Bruce dying in Jason’s arms the same exact way Jason died in Bruce’s :)

Have an outtake that isn’t angsty enough imo: I keep thinking of ways he could lose his grip on reality/his mind – being brainwashed, possessed, drugged, etc – but tbh canon does that already. so I would just make the pit madness worse. I’m gonna say fuck canon here and have it so that pit that was in Gotham is still there, and that somehow, being so near to it just heightens everything. so in addition to having the symptoms – heightened emotions and more uninhibited or whatever – he’s also blacking out. waking up all over town, headed in the direction of the pit, or looking for it maybe. he loses so much time like this, and never knows when it’ll happen or where he’ll wake up. I can’t decide if this is UTRH era where he’s scared he’ll wake up in the Manor (and then he’ll have to fight Bruce and who knows if he’ll be prepared??) or when he’s allied w the fam again and it just gets bad for some unknown reason. bc then he feels he has to hide it from everyone while also trying to fix it himself.

send me a character and I’ll put them in 5 situations that’ll cause them maximum emotional anguish

#jason todd #batfam #dc #asks #ask games #i was gonna do one w the batkids but eh i think this is good enough #triviasghost

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stvlti · 4 years

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Batfam Death Note fusion prompts

I've been thinking about DN vs DCU a bit more so like. Here are your what-if scenarios that nobody asked for:

What if: Jason Todd is one of the few humans the Death Note can't kill because he's already died before (I know I know he's not the only Batfam member who's died at some point but also he's the only one whose death wasn't just retconned away like he never died, or that he was only dead briefly, no this boy full on died and got buried and was only Superboy Prime-punched back to life after a few months of sleeping with the worms. Also, Pit magic. Let's pretend the Pit cancels out shinigami powers, or something.)

What if: the DN ensemble cast exists in the same universe as Batfam, and they decided to fully step in after L dies. (Okay realistically I know this would be a crisis of global catastrophic proportions and the JLA would probably have already stepped in as soon as criminals in American prisons started dropping like flies. But let's just pretend they never actively engaged because Batman kept a channel open on NPA / Interpol / FBI / all major investigative agencies across the world and knows about the risks of investigating Kira head-on; see: the 12 dead FBI agents.)

Except the Bats really can't do much beyond investigating from a distance, since Kira only needs a name and a face to kill, and most of the Batfam have well-documented civilian identities in public records. Hell, most of them are public figures, e.g. Barbara being the daughter of the GCPD Commissioner, or most of the Wayne kids being high society celebrities.

Enter Agent 37!Dick. There's something about Spyral's face tech to play around with, all Spyral agents are automatically immune to the shinigami eyes since their faces are all obscured, and also all their paper trails are destroyed, so no one outside the organisation can identify them, really. Dick is pretty much the Batfam's only member who can do any sort of field work for the Kira case.

Alternatively, Jason decides to join the investigation (without Bruce's permission - which I imagine would be another point of contention between the two because at the end of the day Bruce can't bear the thought of losing Jason again, but Jason would probably just see Bruce's obstruction as Bruce being an ass per usual). Jason probably counted on his helmet providing natural protection against Kira's powers (since it keeps his face covered when he's out on the field), and also on the fact that his identity registers as legally deceased and is therefore untraceable in all public records. But it's at this point that he learns he's also immune to Kira's powers.

Perhaps Jason tracks down all the surviving members of L's troupe and successors and has a nice talk with Beyond Birthday (let's pretend he doesn't die by Kira's hand in this AU). Jason learns about the shinigami eyes, and that he's an anomaly. Instead of showing a string of shifting numbers, his lifespan just shows a "0" with a strike through the static number. Beyond still dies though - Jason kills him after he's gotten all the info he needs. After all, killing a 13 year old girl automatically puts Beyond on Jason's shit list.

What if: One of the Batkids is born with the shinigami eyes, or somehow acquires that ability accidentally without having done the eye deal. How does being able to see lifespans and predict death dates affect their outlook?

Dick: this would be the reason he tries so hard to save everybody. He saw the numbers floating on his parents' heads and didn't connect the dots back then. But once he knows he's got this gift, and he's seen the way the numbers sometimes shift to a greater number, he will do anything he can in his power (as Nightwing and as a cop) to change fate and keep every person alive if only for one more day.

Jason: it really depends when he discovers / develops this ability. If he's had it from birth, I imagine Catherine's death would just make him see the ability as a curse. Life on the streets of Park Row is rough, death is commonplace and he sees no gain to being able to predict someone's death date if there's nothing he can do change it. He tried so hard to keep his mom alive too and that never made much of a difference on her lifespan. The shinigami eyes become a burden on Jason, especially with all the deaths he encounters on the field as Robin.

Or, alternatively, Jason coming back from the dead with this newly acquired ability. Does that make him sleep easier at night when he realises some of his victims were going to die anyway and so pushes him along the path to becoming Red Hood faster? At his most ruthless he might likely see this as a tactical advantage too, knowing which opponents he wouldn't need to plan to eliminate as they would soon die anyway. Or does it provide a deterrent, where he feels like he's not so much making the hard choices as he is just playing god, and that would be too much for him to bear? (though at his worst moments the Pit has him convinced he'd make a great Batman substitute that's willing to cross the line, when he's sane he doesn't want anything to do with being the next Batman, that's not the sort of legacy or role he wants. Playing god might just be too loaded of a task for him to want to undertake.)

Tim: Death and this boy are well acquainted, throughout his life he's lost and mourned for a lot of people. I imagine he probably figures it out not long after his parents are kidnapped and Jack is rescued by Bruce - because Jack and Janet used to have matching numbers above their heads, but Jack came back from Haiti with his numbers changed - and they keep fluctuating as he alternates between relapse and recovery. But Tim would probably live with this for the rest of his life much like Dick does, except with a lot less confidence in how much he alone can affect fate. After all, he is just one guy, just the third Robin, just another boy Bruce took in -- I definitely think Tim's insecurities and self-doubt about his worth would rear their heads as he tries to process his shinigami eyes ability. He might have a philosophy similar to that of Final Destination - especially after his dad dies - that some deaths are predestined and even if a person avoids it at the initial date where they were supposed to run out of lifespan, the consequences linger and they may not avoid it a second time.

This probably becomes one of Tim's most closely guarded secrets from a young age. Especially knowing Batman's stance on metas. But at the same time, this could be one of the real reasons Tim's so hell-bent on proving Bruce is alive and rescuing him after he gets lost in time. Tim's seen Bruce's lifespan. He was fated to live long into his old age, even up until his supposed death his numbers didn't dwindle dramatically, and the numbers have never lied to Tim.

(addendum: I'm aware Tim having the shinigami eyes would negate the detective work he had to do to figure out the identities of Batman and Robin I & II, because he'd only need to get a good look of the two Robin's faces to see their names. A domino mask I would assume works like a pair of sunglasses - that is, ineffective against the shinigami eyes. Of course, the eyes being a secret that Tim keeps even from Bruce would mean he'd still give him and Dick the same story about figuring Dick out by the quadruple somersaults, because he wouldn't tell them he figured them out via supernatural means, they'd react badly to that; but the cover story sort of just sticks from then on. I don't want Tim having the shinigami eyes to discredit his natural talents for detective work though, so since figuring out Batman's identity is out of the question a different formative incident is needed to highlight Tim's investigative abilities and explain why he's a good fit for the job.)

To be continued

#Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Dick Grayson #agent 37 #Batfam imagine #dc imagines #dc txt #dn imagines #i really wanna see Jason be the straight man to Beyond's brand of deranged lol #long post #i wanted to start talking about Damian with shinigami eyes but this was already getting too long #DC au

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thelittleredheadedmusician · 5 years

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pirate au? Like, Barbary coast pirate, not basement troll pirate?

I’m still laughing that you felt the need to specify the difference in pirates. You didn’t specify what fandom though so you get newsies. If it was the other pirate maybe you’d get batfam :p

Jack doesn’t remember deciding to be a pirate. He just… was? When he was a kid he lived in a port city and his dad was a sailor and his mom got sick and he thought he knew what ship was his father’s except apparently that was wrong and he was little and hurting and by the time the crew found him they were already out at sea. It’s not like pirates really are bloodthirsty, they have their own rules they’re just different from everyone else’s. Even they see an upset, cold, hungry, and very lost little kid stowing away behind a potato sack and they want to help the kid. They didn’t want anyone to think they’d kidnapped Jack and well working on the ship was hard but it was better than being stuck on his own. Here he got fed. Here he had people watching out for him.

No one wanted to take care of a kid who didn’t walk right so Crutchie ran away. He made a pretty good kitchen boy though and managed to trade work for a room, even if it took him a while to get to the next town. He’d heard stories of a pirate ship called the Santa Fe run by a captain who was supposedly a child. He knew that the rumors were definitely exaggerated but he was still surprised to see the captain, who insisted on being just called Jack, wasn’t much older than he was. Now Crutchie wasn’t a kid anymore and he certainly wouldn’t have said that he was an adult either but Jack was still someone who, initially, Crutchie assumed was just another member of the crew though he was young by all standards. Crutchie hadn’t even had to ask if he could join Jack, the other man had walked up to him while Crutchie was working behind the bar - he’d been in the port city for a while and had managed to prove he could do more than scrub pots - and Jack had asked him if he’d wanted to go on an adventure. Next thing he knew he was on the ship and someone was handing him a hat “Cause you ain’t a proper pirate without a hat.”

The Jacobs family had lived a fairly average life, until the British Royal Navy decided to occupy the small coastal town they called home. Davey hated them, they did and took whatever they wanted when his father worked so hard just to feed his family. They were supposed to be the good guys, pirates were the thieves, yet they were the ones who stole. The final straw came when Davey and Sarah were walking home from market when one of the soldiers grabbed Sarah by the elbow as they passed. He made he drop their food as she wrenched her arm away and well the two siblings fought back when he went to hit her. Davey and Sarah won. Which was almost worst. Thankfully a group of pirates had docked in the bay and were slowly making their way through the town, disposing of the British Navy as they went. Two of them noticed the fight and managed to stop the siblings as they ran, relaying the news of the town’s takeover. Or maybe rescue. He offered them a place on the ship should they want it, telling Sarah they could use someone with her right hook. Davey scoffed, “Shouldn’t you ask the captain?” The pirate smiled, “I am the captain.” Davey’s mouth fell open, he had to have been the same age as them. Sarah glanced at Davey before turning back to him, “Let me go pack a bag.” Davey turned his shock on his sister. “Things will be better now and we can send money home and don’t you want to help people, David?” A few hours later they were setting sail for Port Royal.

Katherine’s father owned the newspaper, the only one in the whole capitol city, which meant that he also held a lot of power. Katherine wasn’t the eldest, so she was expected to marry well but it wasn’t her only expectation in life. She wasn’t the youngest, so she didn’t get dotted on. Mainly, she was left to her own devices which was just fine with her. She was well educated and even better read. She wrote often, sending anonymous essays to her father’s paper. Her father was a proud and loyal citizen to the crown. Katherine had never even set foot on British soil. Not properly British at least. She was born and raised in the colony, and the meaner society women said that it showed. She didn’t necessarily want to go to London, she just wanted to go. When a group of pirates were caught not far off the coast and brought in to be hanged Katherine saw her chance. She stole her brothers’ clothes and sword and pistols and hid it all under her most pretentious cloak. If she was going out it was in a blaze of glory. From her spot in the crowd Katherine frowned, there were more than she had expected lined up on the platform with hoods over their heads. Six. Katherine knew she’d be able to free two, maybe three but six? Well, she had enough weaponry for a small army so she could share and enlist the rescuees in the rescuing. And hope the rest of the crew was lurking around somewhere as backup. It was now or never and Katherine was getting off this damned island if it killed her, or die trying. She pushed her way to the front, managed to leap onto the platform and slash three of the ropes before one of the guards grabbed her hood, exposing her face to a gasp from the crowd. She shirked her cloak and put her sword to use against the guard, just managing to press a knife into the nearest pirate’s hands. She could only hope he managed to free his wrists as more guards descended on them. She didn’t have to worry long though because the skirmish turned into a proper fight and someone was yelling “to the harbor!” and Katherine was running, cloak long since lost, reveling in the freedom of not having layers of petticoats. She was panting as the pirates dove off a cliff at the edge of the harbor and unthinkingly she followed. Time slowed down in the free fall. Katherine thought about how silly it was of her not to think to tie her hair back, originally wanting her telltale red curls to act as a warning flag and a taunt. About how if this was one of her novels she would start regretting her decision. About how the water wasn’t quite so far away now and time was moving much too fast all of a sudden. And then she was diving and swimming after the others. It wasn’t until Katherine had been pulled onto the deck of the ship that had anchored in a small, hidden cove not far from the harbor that Katherine got the chance to properly look at the pirates. There were six yes but one was a woman dressed in trousers and a vest much like Katherine herself currently was. And well… “You’re so young!” She was barely twenty and there was no way that any of them could be much older than that. Even the other members of the crew who were celebrating the return of their captain, first mate, quartermaster, sailing master, and two best gunners. “And you’re Katherine Pulitzer!” The boy who had just been handed what even she could tell was the captain’s hat. She sniffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “And I just saved you all from being hanged.” He raised an eyebrow at her, “Because you want to run the risk of being hanged yourself?” Katherine shrugged, “Because I know first hand the exploits of the British Royal Navy are all propaganda and I think it’s time the real heroes have someone churning out some muck of their own.”

Way too much of my knowledge of pirates comes from Pirates of the Caribbean and you can def tell in the Kath bit...

#newsies #pirate au #oops this is only 4 but it's also long and like the whole start to a fic so it evens out?#asks #writing #own writing #my fic #radioactivepigeons

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thefuriousstarlightstudent · 5 years

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Batfam Christmas Stocking

So here’s my fic for the Batfam Christmas Stocking Exchange! It was written for @ghostjasontodd. Hopefully they like it! I used their platonic soulmate prompt, and while it’s not as Christmas-themed as I’d have liked to make it, I think it’s okay.

To preface this, Jason hadn’t expected to meet one of his soulmates tonight. He’d expected to lift a few tires, maybe get a wallet or two from tourists, then hit the sack. Of course, all his plans hit a wall when he saw the Batmobile parked in an alley. The Batmobile.

At first, his plans had been completely innocent. What kid didn’t like Batman? He was still a kid, so he liked Batman. It wasn’t like him looking at the car and maybe hanging around to catch a glimpse of the Dark Knight would hurt anyone. But then as he drew closer he saw the tires.

If tires could be beautiful, these would be the ones. The rubber looked brand new and there wasn’t a pebble to be found lodged in any of the grooves. Any fool - even someone like Bruce Wayne - would be able to tell these were nice tires. Real nice tires. And hey, Jason needed to eat.

So he knelt down and got to work, ignoring the stinging of the gravel on his knees. Shorts didn’t exactly offer much protection. Especially the cheap ones he had.

The tires took a lot longer than the estimated fifteen minutes. In fact, it took him about thirty minutes, and that was only for three! He rolled the third one away to join the others behind a dumpster. It wouldn’t do to have someone come and lift the tires he’d lifted first.

Once he was sure no one would spot them, he moved towards the Batmobile again and started on the fourth tire. About half the springs holding the hubcap in place had been removed when he heard a slight whooshing noise behind him.

Jason tensed minutely. Maybe whoever it was hadn’t seen him? And even if they had, better to act casual. It was more likely no one would bug him that way. After a moment, once Jason was sure he wasn’t about to be arrested or beaten, he continued. Then he felt someone grab the collar of his hoodie from behind and was lifted into the air.

“You do realize that’s the Batmobile, right?” a gravelly voice asked. A voice that was far too familiar for Jason’s liking. Also, he didn’t exactly like the words either.

You do realize that’s the Batmobile, right?

He’d had those words tattooed on the back of his neck for as long as he could remember. His soulmark, his mom had told him, whispering it when his dad wasn’t around. He already had one on his shoulder that said: ‘Jason, my baby boy’. That was from his mom. In turn, his mom had few words of baby babble displayed on her forearm. The second one had come in just a few weeks after he was born, apparently.

The ink was red. The same shade as the one he shared with his mom. It meant it was a platonic soulmate he’d have. Like a best friend. Maybe a father figure. Jason didn’t think his mom meant for him to hear that one though. He had a few other red ones appear over the years, but so far only his mom had ever said his words.

Willis Todd had always hated anything to do with soulmarks, probably because he didn’t have one. Jason had made the mistake of asking his dad why he didn’t have one once. As a little kid, he’d been confused. After all, if he and his mom had marks for each other, why wasn’t it the same way for him and his dad?

His mom had been cleaning up his bloody nose when she revealed that Willis wasn’t her soulmate. Romantic or otherwise. That had… confused Jason. He hadn’t understood why she stayed then. And so he’d asked why she didn’t go and find her romantic soulmate.

She hadn’t told him.

The point was, Jason’s mom had told him about soulmates. How the first words they ever said to you were the words tattooed on your skin. How your words burned when you heard your soulmate say them.

And Jason’s neck certainly burned. This was worse than he might have ever expected. Ever. Seriously. Batman couldn’t be his soulmate. Jason’s wasn’t exactly a good guy. He wasn’t a bad guy either, but still. And what was it supposed to mean? He and Batman would be BFFs?

“Let me go, you big boob!” Jason shouted while kicking out. It was the first thing that came to mind and it took him a second after saying it to realize that Batman’s words were bound to be ‘Let me go, you big boob!’. Jason couldn’t exactly bring himself to regret it.

Batman did nearly drop him, but Jason got the feeling it was because of his words more than his kick. Jason continued to squirm while Batman was in shock, but it was no use. Batman just frowned and set Jason down.

“Don’t try running,” he advised. Jason, wisely, listened. “Where are my tires?”

Jason shrugged. “I don’t know. I just happened to be walking by when I saw that three of ‘em were missing.”

“Uh-huh,” Batman hummed. “Where did you put them.”

Jason probably wouldn’t have answered the same way as before, except the look that Batman was giving him could kill, of that he had no doubt.

“Behind the dumpster,” Jason said sullenly, pointing. If he had any luck, Batman would go grab them and give Jason the chance to escape.

So of course, he had no luck.

“Go get them and put them back on.”

Jason glared at Batman. “Why do I have to?”

“You took them off.”

Well, that was true. Still, it ruined Jason’s escape plan.

“Fine.” Jason rolled them back over one by one and left them in a pile at Batman’s feet. “Can I go now?”

Batman looked pointedly from the tires to the Batmobile. “Put them on.”

Jason grimaced, and again, considered making a run for it. In the end, he deemed it too much of a risk. Batman was definitely faster than him. There was no doubt he’d catch Jason if he tried to run away.

“Fine,” Jason grumbled. “If you insist.”

He quickly got to work. Fortunately, putting the tires on was much faster than getting them off and it only took fifteen minutes. While Batman moved closer to inspect the wheels one by one, Jason slid towards the mouth of the alley. Just before he made a run for it, Batman looked over at him.

“What’s your name?”

Jason froze. “What?”

“Your name,” Batman repeated. “What is it?”

“Like I’m about to tell some guy in a mask and tights,” Jason scoffed.

Batman gave him a look. “I’ll figure it out either way.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Fine, kid,” Batman said. And then he jumped into the Batmobile and drove away.

Jason couldn’t believe it. He’d encountered the Batman and survived without a trip to juvie or foster care. Now that the ‘danger’ was over, he felt giddy. Then it all came crashing down.

Batman was one of his platonic soulmates. And he was Batman. The World’s Greatest Detective. There was no way he wouldn’t find out who Jason was. Then who knew what would happen?

Jason shuddered and pulled the hood of his hoodie up. It was time to make himself scarce for a bit and use the rainy day money until he was safe to show his face again. Preferably after Batman forgot about him.

Mind made up, Jason scurried off.

***

Two Weeks Later

Two weeks, Jason had thought, would be enough to keep him safe. He’d thought that there was no way Batman would still care about him, no matter how cool - objectively - he was. Jason would very much like to tell past Jason, who figured that, to go jump in a lake.

Although, technically past Jason was right. Batman hadn’t cared about him, or if he did, he hadn’t been the one to catch him.

It had been one wallet. One stinking wallet from one rich guy. Bruce Wayne of all people. Jason figured that guy probably had twenty Benjamin's in his wallet. Well, either that two-week break had messed with Jason’s reflexes and sneakiness or Wayne wasn’t as much of an idiot as Jason had assumed.

Jason was going to go with the second one, judging by the look Wayne was giving him.

“What exactly were you doing, young man?” Wayne asked, plucking his wallet back from Jason’s hand and releasing Jason’s wrist a second later. One eyebrow was raised in the perfect rich-person stare.

Jason stepped back, eyes darting around.

“Nothing,” he said decisively. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

Wayne’s eyes softened. “Want some food?”

Jason blinked.

“What?” he asked flatly.

“Do you want some food?” Wayne asked again. “I think there’s a McDonald’s nearby. Do you like burgers?”

“Yeah? I guess. I gotta say though, stranger danger,” Jason said.

Wayne smiled. “We’re in the middle of a crowd and the McDonald’s is just across the street. You can always scream if you think anything is going to happen.”

Jason regarded Wayne. The man didn’t look like he was going to do anything to Jason. Still, better to be wary.

“I’ll scream loud enough to bring Batman down on your head if you try anything,” Jason warned.

Wayne chuckled. “You’ll be safe. Promise.”

They walked across the street together. Jason hung back in case he needed to make a run for it, but it seemed like that wouldn’t be an issue. For now.

At the McDonald’s, Wayne told Jason to find a seat while he ordered some food. Jason chose the table closest to the front door and in view of the front end. He also chose the seat closest to the door. If anything went down, he had plenty of options to escape.

A few moments later, Wayn arrived with two burgers. He handed Jason one and got to unwrapping the other before taking a big bite of it. Jason gaped at him.

“What?” Wayne asked, looking amused. “Do you think I’m above McDonald’s?”

Jason shrugged, which was pretty much admitting that yeah, he kinda had. Not that he was sorry. Rich people always thought they were too good for anything a regular person or even a street kid could afford. That included food. Wayne was the exception to the rule, obviously.

“You can eat, you know,” Wayne said. “It’s not poisoned or anything.”

Jason snorted. “Yeah, not poisoned,” he repeated, keeping it to himself that he doubted Bruce Wayne was smart enough to find poison without the help from a secretary or something.

The meal was mostly silent, other than the odd question from Wayne that Jason avoided. After his burger was done, Jason stood up.

“Listen, thanks for the food, Mr. Wayne,” Jason began. “I’ve gotta get going.”

“Okay,” Wayne said. “And Jason, take this, you look like you need it.”

Wayne pressed a few crisp bills into Jason’s hand. Jason took them and got out of there fast, question swirling through his mind. Questions like how had Wayne known his name? Jason certainly hadn’t given it to him. And he knew he’d never met Wayne in his life.

He pushed it out of his head and ran. The twenties Wayne had given him would give Jason another few weeks he could lay low. That was always good, especially with Batman possibly on his tail.

***

Three Weeks Later

“Shit,” Jason swore. Just his luck that the first job he worked on after the failure with picking Bruce Wayne’s pocket would get him caught again. And this time not by some nice billionaire. Which - as much as it sucked - was better than being caught by a member of Bane’s gang. Wayne had given him money; this member of Bane’s gang seemed to be trying to take Jason’s teeth.

“Listen, man,” Jason tried. “I didn’t even take anything, so how about I give you my wallet too and we call it even.”

The gang member smiled viciously. “I don’t think so, buddy.”

Jason gulped. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to go then.”

He spun around to make a run for it only to find two people behind him, sharing the same evil smirk as the first guy.

“Sorry, not today. You still haven’t paid up for trying to… borrow my wallet.”

“I offered mine!” Jason cried. If he could just keep him talking and keep them from beating him up, then maybe he could find a way out of this.

“Your wallet isn’t gonna do it, kid. Maybe a few teeth would work.” So Jason was spot on with that guess. Good to know. “Maybe break a few bones.”

Jason swore again. Just as he was ready for the first punch to hit he closed his eyes tight. The loud smack of someone’s fist hitting skin shocked him, only because it wasn’t on him though.

Jason didn’t dare to open his eyes until the noises of fighting had ended. When he did it wasn’t exactly shocking that he saw the thugs who’d tried to beat him up on the ground. Nor was it shocking that Batman was standing before him.

“Get into the car,” Batman said gruffly.

Jason shrugged. “Yeah, okay.”

There wasn’t really a point to arguing. Jason doubted he’d be able to find a way out of this anyway. He turned around and got into the passenger seat of the Batmobile.

Batman joined him a moment later. Jason watched as they took off. As much as he tried not to, he was excited. This was the Batmobile he was riding it. It was so much cooler inside than outside. There were so many buttons.

It what seemed like no time at all the Batmobile went into a tunnel. It was dark for a long time. Like, a super long time. And then it wasn’t and they were in the Batcave.

And of course, the first thing to come out of his stupid mouth was: “I thought it’d be cooler.”

The thing was, it was probably the coolest thing Jason had ever seen in his short life. Like ever. There was a dinosaur! Granted, it was a replica dinosaur, but it was better than any he’d ever seen in Gotham’s one museum. And there was a penny bigger than most houses. Not to even begin to mention the giant super-computer.

Batman grunted. Jason wasn’t sure whether that was him being insulted or him acknowledging Jason’s obvious lack of qualification to be here and making observations about the freaking Batcave!

“Ah, Master Bruce, I see you’re back early tonight,” a refined, very British voice said. Did he mention it was a very British voice?

Batman opened his door while Jason’s head was still spinning and exited the Batmobile. He walked around and pulled Jason’s door open. Jason also exited the Batmobile. Batman shut the door behind him with a foreboding thump.

“Ah, I see we have company,” the British voice said again. It came from a rather severe looking man with gray hair and a moustache. He was also wearing a suit, but that was neither here nor there.

“Alfred, this is Jason, the boy who tried to take my tires,” Batman said. Jason did a double take. Batman’s voice wasn’t all growly anymore. In fact, it was rather familiar. Too familiar…

Oh god.

“Bruce Wayne is Batman?!” Jason screeched.

“Well, it seems that Master Jason has figured you out,” the man, Alfred, said dryly. “I do hope you expected that.”

“Of course I did,” Batman said, sounding affronted.

Jason was going to die here, wasn’t he? It didn’t matter that Batman was supposed to be this important person in his life. He would probably kill Jason to protect his secret. Or more likely have Alfred do the deed, since everyone knew Batman didn’t kill.

He quickly scanned the cave, looking for an escape route anywhere. Except for some stairs father back, there was no where he could run. Nowhere to hide that Batman wouldn’t find him.

“Jason, calm down,” Batman said.

Belatedly, Jason realized he’d been hyperventilating. But really, who could blame him? He was going to die. Everyone was freaked out when they were about to die.

“Could you just do it quick?” Jason asked. “Please.”

“Master Bruce, step away,” Alfred commanded. “Now.” His tone of voice left no room for argument, but that didn’t comfort Jason. He was probably about to do the deed.

“Please,” Jason begged, not even sure what he was saying it for. To live or die quickly.

“Master Jason, breath for me,” Alfred said firmly, but not unkindly. “One deep breath in and hold it for five seconds.” Jason tried to comply, to make his lungs obey, and though it took a few tries, he finally managed it, burning pain on his forearm be damned. “Good, now breathe out. And repeat.” Jason did until he was breathing normally and feeling quite a bit less lightheaded. “Better?” Alfred asked.

Jason nodded slightly, still watching Batman - who’d taken off his cowl - warily. It was disconcerting to see Bruce Wayne dressed as Batman, even though the logical part of his brain told him that they were one and the same.

“Now, whatever were you talking about us doing quickly?”

“Killing me, right?” Jason said slowly. “You can’t have anyone knowing who you are. That wouldn’t be good. So you’ve gotta kill me.”

“Jason,” Batman… Bruce Wayne, said. “I didn’t take you here to kill you.”

“We have platonic soulmarks, right?” Jason asked dully. “They match our first words to each other. That means if anyone knew they could use me against you. And now I know who you are, so the obvious thing to do is kill me. That keeps everything and everyone safe… except me. But no one’ll miss me.”

“I came to ask if you wanted to live here. With me and Alfred. Bruce Wayne could adopt you. Or foster you if you’d prefer,” Batm- Bruc- Wayne said earnestly.

Jason froze. That had not been what he expected. At all. He was just plain old Jason Todd, street kid extraordinaire with a deadbeat dad and a dead mom. He wasn’t anyone special. Anyone who should be, deserved to be adopted by Bruce Wayne.

“Why me?” Jason asked in a small voice.

“Because, Jason, everyone deserves a chance. Because you don’t deserve to suffer for you father’s mistakes. For your mother’s death. You didn’t deserve any of it and maybe I can help make it right. There’s a reason I met you, that we have platonic soulmarks inked on our skin.”

As far as inspiring speeches went, it was one of the best Jason had heard in a long time. Maybe it was the best. Who knew? Certainly not Jason.

“Besides, it has been much to long since we had a child to brighten up this home,” Alfred said, placing a gentle hand on Jason’s shoulder. “No matter what though, it is your choice.”

“I guess if you’re offering and you think I should…”

“I’ll call Lucius in the morning,” Wayne said. “Have him get papers together. Alfred can show you where you’ll stay tonight, until we can get a better room together for you.”

Jason nodded. He was still unsure, still scared. But honestly, he also felt safe. Safer than he had in a really long time. So long he’d almost forgotten what safe felt like.

***

One Week Later

Living in the Manor was an… adjustment. Jason had been in charge of himself for long enough that he chafed at having things done for him. Things like cooking and laundry. Things no child his age should be forced to do alone and without family.

They did have a huge library though. It was in that library that Jason first actually thought about the platonic soulmark on his forearm. The same one that had burned when Alfred had been comforting him. It was there he realized he’d found another friend for life.

News had broken of Bruce Wayne finding a new kid to adopt too. All sorts of things about him being a replacement for Dick Grayson, the previous Wayne ward. Jason didn’t take too much stock in those stories. Though it did make him want to meet Dick Grayson.

***

Four Days Later

“When does Dick Grayson come back?”

Alfred and Bruce shared a look.

“Well?”

“I don’t know,” Bruce said. “Him and I are having a… spat.”

Alfred snorted.

“Wait, was he Robin?” Jason asked. “He was, wasn’t he? Oh my god! Can I be Robin?”

“No,” Bruce said.

“Ah, come one, please? I’ll train super hard.”

“No,” Bruce repeated.

“I’ll wear you down.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Bruce’s mouth. “You won’t wear me down.”

***

One Month Later

He wore him down.

Jason was training to be the next Robin. And it was hard. Granted, it was worth it, but it was still hard.

Jason knew Robin kicked butt and stopped bad guys, but he’d thought kicking butt would involve more kicking butt and less reading old case files. Not that he was complaining. If reading old case files was what helped him become Robin, Jason wasn’t going to complain.

Besides, not that he’d ever say it or else be labeled an egghead, but Jason liked the learning part of this more than what little learning to kick butt he did. Reading was fun and interesting. It was cool to know that the words he was reading were either accounts of something that had happened or all sorts of information about a person. Not even to begin to talk about the reading and logic puzzles he was assigned everyday.

It was a lot, especially with having started school and the heavy workload from Gotham Academy. He loved it though. He loved being able to read books and learning things and actually go to school. He hadn’t even realized how much he’d missed it after dropping out and living on the streets.

***

Two Months Later

As the colder months fast approached, Jason, for all his patience, grew more and more antsy about going out as Robin for the first time. It didn’t take a genius to realize that he wouldn’t be going out until spring, but that didn’t stop him from being impatient.

It was December. By now Jason had settled in. School was on break. He had no more homework, school homework, that was, and what little Robin-related homework he had was significantly decreased. Jason was pretty sure it was because of the holidays but anytime he mentioned this, Bruce denied it vehemently.

Jason had taken to spending most of his winter break in the Library when he wasn’t in the Batcave or his room. He was busy reading Pride and Prejudice in said Library when the doorbell rang on Christmas Eve. Jason leapt up from the chair, arriving just in time to hear the tail end of Alfred’s greeting to someone.

“-to see you again, Master Dick. I certainly didn’t expect to see you after last year’s attempt to spend the holidays together.” Alfred sounds dry and reprimanding. It’s funny to hear when it’s not directed at him, Jason thinks.

“You too, Alfred. Now, is what I hear about Bruce taking in a new kid? Did he really?” Dick Grayson sounded equal parts amused and surprised. He also avoided acknowledging Alfred’s jabs at him.

“He did. Master Jason is quite the surprising child. Now, why did you come? I was under the impression you didn’t want to see Master Bruce again.”

“I realized a few things after a break from him,” Dick Grayson said sheepishly. “Besides, I kinda needed to come meet my new little brother, didn’t I?”

At that, Jason emerged and skidded to a stop next to Alfred, looking expectantly at Dick Grayson

“Well, we finally meet, kid,” Dick Grayson said wryly. “I’m Dick.”

Jason froze at the sudden burn behind his ear and Dick’s words. That was where another of his many platonic soulmarks were located. And it belonged to Dick Grayson. His new… brother? And the only thing he could think to say was: “Of all the nicknames you could have, you chose Dick?”

Dick, rather than looking offended, laughed heartily. “I know, right? But at this point I like it too much to get rid of it.”

“Well it’s stupid,” Jason shot back, but he was grinning and he was pretty sure Dick could tell he was kidding around.

“Whatever you think, it looks like you’re stuck with me kid,” the older man joked. “Now, I’ve heard some funny things about how you met Bruce and I want the full story. Want to join me in my room?”

Jason nodded, trying not to appear too eager. This was Robin. Well, not anymore, but still. For all Jason knew, Dick was still a superhero. Actually, Jason would have to ask about that. And maybe Dick could give him some pointers about being Batman’s partner.

“Master Bruce will be home from the office any time now. I will inform him of your stay for the holidays,” Alfred said. “Get along, boys.”

“What do you take me for?” Dick asked, placing a hand over his heart and looking affronted. Jason also fixed Alfred with an angelic stare. Alfred merely snorted.

As he left, Jason would swear he heard him say something along the lines of: “These boys will be the death of me.”

#batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfamchristmasstocking2018 #bcs2018

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sassycassie-s-writing · 6 years

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Trouble in Gotham

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam, The Flash - Jason Todd/Red Hood, feat. Barry Allen/Flash, & BatFam

Rating: PG

Original Idea: This is what happens when you’re still over-obsessed with the BatFam but try to catch up on the Flash TV show at the same time... (Season 3... I’m way behind.)

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) This is what is referred to in the Sanders Sides fandom as a Mud Fic---or a muddled fic---because I didn’t want to write any context. Also this one is LONG! @welovegroot @batboys-and-other-messes

^^^^^

I slid to a stop next to the Batmobile in the Batcave. "Whoo! That was fun!" I said brightly.

"Welcome back, Volt. Decent patrol, I assume?" Batman asked from the computer.

"What do you mean? I was out for two days. You didn't seriously assume I was patrolling the whole time, did you?" I asked.

"You okay, Volt? Did you hit your head?" Tim asked. "You were only gone for like two hours."

"Sorry. I guess it felt like two days. That happens when your mind can run as fast as your legs," I said. "So where's Jason? I thought he'd wanna give me a welcome-back kiss."

"Who?" Damian asked, not looking up from where he was sharpening his sword.

"Jason. Jason Todd? Brash, impulsive, flirty in the right mood, complete literature nerd who could probably quote the entirety of The Complete Works of Jane Austen? Red Hood? Ringing a bell?"

"Volt, I think Alfred needs to check you for a concussion. There's no Jason Todd here. The last member of the Red Hood Gang fell into a vat of chemicals and then reemerged as the Joker, like, decades ago," Tim said.

Dick pointedly ignored me.

"I know that. And then Jason took up the name when he came back from the dead. He replaced Dick as Robin and then the Joker killed him," I said.

Bruce, Tim, and Damian all glanced at each other. Dick continued to ignore everything---which seemed really unlike him. The three of them looked back at me. "Volt… Tim replaced Rich as Robin ages after Rich took up the name Nightwing," Bruce said. I blinked in confusion, looking between the three of them.

"Rich? Since when has Dick gone by Rich?" I looked over at Dick for an explanation, but he continued to act as though I wasn't even there, turning in his chair so he back was to me. I scrunched my eyebrows.

"Since he was twelve," Bruce replied. "Kids at school made fun of him so he changed what he went by."

"What about the kid that tried to hit you with the tire iron after you caught him stealing tires off the Batmobile?" I pressed, zipping over to the computer.

"That kid didn't try to hit me with a tire iron. He'd been on the streets for a while and it traumatized him. He was scared and alone. I took him to the orphanage three blocks away from Wayne Tower."

"No, you took him in and trained him to be Robin so he wouldn't turn to a life of crime, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Volt. Go get some rest. You're obviously confused. You might have depleted your blood sugar so much that you're hallucinating."

"Guys, seriously. I haven't run back in time recently and screwed with the timeline or anything. Stop messing with me. Where's Jason?"

"You know just as well as the rest of us that we and Father do not 'mess with' each other," Damian said, attention still on his sword.

I scrunched my nose. "Uh… right. Be right back," I said.

I bolted out of the Batcave at top speed.

The wind whistled through my hair. I tapped my comm link. "Hey Bruce, can we talk for a sec on a private line?" I asked.

There was a click. "Private line established. What's on your mind?"

"Why is Dick ignoring me? I mean, usually he's, uh, all over the place."

"The two of you broke up three weeks ago. Give him time," Bruce said.

"Broke up? I never dated Dick!"

"Volt, you and Rich were in a relationship for two years."

"No, I dated Jason for this past year," I muttered. "I never dated Dick."

"Young lady, I want you to return to the cave right now, take off your suit, eat a decent meal, and go to bed. You're talking nonsense. There is no Jason Todd in this family, and there never has been."

My heart cramped, so I slid to a stop. Panting, I leaned against a building for support. "I'll be back in a few minutes," I said, killing the comm link connection with a whack at my ear, ignoring Bruce protesting.

I looked at the building across the street.

The orphanage three blocks away from Wayne Tower.

It took me all of five minutes to find Jason's records from the orphanage, trace them through the foster system, and find where he ended up. I felt like I was going crazy. At least Jason Todd existed. I ran all over the city trying to follow his life, and finally skidded on the pavement in front of one of his current places of employment---according to bank records, he had two jobs.

Buuuuut it was one in the morning so, obviously, the place was closed.

I sighed, shook my head, and sped back to Wayne Manor---where I got told off by Bruce for five minutes (that felt like five years) about keeping my blood sugar up and staying well-rested before being sent off to eat and go to bed.

Alfred tried to say something to me, but obviously wasn't sure of what to say so he just told me he hoped I'd enjoy my meal and left the kitchen.

I ate at a normal human pace---because if I didn't I'd get a stomachache---and went to bed.

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I slid to a stop around the corner from where Jason worked at ten the next morning and fixed my hair so it wouldn't look like I'd just run five miles at nine-hundred-miles-per-hour. Painting a neutral expression on my face, I strolled around the corner and looked at the sign.

Harper & Todd Garage---Car and Motorcycle Repair

There was Jason, looking the exact same minus the white streak in his hair, sitting on a low stool and using a wrench to twist a bolt on a huge Harley Davidson bike. He didn't have headphones in nor was there music playing from speakers. He didn't even see me approach because he was so focused on his work.

"'Scuse me?" I asked, tilting up onto my tiptoes and back down again.

He glanced over at me shyly and went back to looking at the motorcycle he was working on. "May I help you, miss?" he asked.

"You're Jason Todd, right?" I asked.

"Yes," he said quietly, not looking at me.

"I don't mean to be rude, but do you know who I am?" I took a few steps closer and crouched down so we were closer to the same eye level.

He snuck a quick peek at me---but not one fast enough for a speedster to miss. "Should I know who you are?" He spoke as though he didn't want me to hear, and shied away from me, trying desperately to shrink into himself to avoid this interaction.

It was weird, seeing a six-foot brick house of a man try to occupy as little space as possible. It was nearly impossible. He was just built to be huge.

"Well yeah. I mean, we've been dating for a year," I said.

For the first time, Jason looked at me for longer than a split second, though he still preferred to look at my forehead than my eyes. His eyes swept me up and down and he went back to looking at his motorcycle.

"Miss, I think I'd remember dating a girl like you," he mumbled timidly. "But I've never even had a girlfriend. I think you have me confused with someone else."

"I guess I must. My apologies, Mr. Todd." It broke my heart to call him something besides Jay or Jason. "Excuse me for a moment." I pushed myself back to a standing position and jogged over to the end of the parking lot so I was out of earshot of the man who I'd shared countless moments with who now no longer even remembered my name.

I pulled my phone out and searched my contacts for a familiar name. Selecting it, I held the phone up to my ear.

"Hey what's up?" a familiar voice asked when the call connected.

"Heeeeey Barry… so… did you run back in time recently?" I asked, striving for casual. "Like, say, maybe fifteen years back or so?"

"Uh, yeah, actually. I did. But it was an accident. Why what's up? How did you know?"

"I'm, uh… I'm having a little trouble in Gotham. Because my boyfriend is no longer my boyfriend. He doesn't remember who I am, he was never adopted by Bruce and never trained to be Robin or Red Hood, and he has the exact opposite personality to the one he's supposed to have. He's supposed to be brash and loud and impulsive and flirtatious when he's in the right mood and now he's scared of me---me, a five-one pipsqueak who looks like a middle-schooler---and acting shy. Jason is not supposed to be shy. Jason is the bravest and one of the most gregarious men I've ever met. Oh, also, supposedly I just broke up with his older brother---who I never dated and is now not his older brother---three weeks ago," I ranted.

"Wait. So, if the timeline shifted and changed, how come you can remember it? Usually I'm the only one," Barry said.

"I don't know, and I don't care. I want my life back. I want Jason back. Am I particularly angry at the fact that he's no longer a somewhat-reformed killer? No. But I want my Jason back."

"Volt, you know I can't go back and try to fix it. You know that awful things happen when we meddle with time too much. If I go back and try to fix what I did yesterday, I might just make things worse."

"What if you just go back to yesterday then and stop yourself from jumping back in time farther?" I suggested.

"I, uh, I don't think that will work either."

"Fight me, Allen. I'll do it," I snapped.

"No. No, no, no, no, no. Don't do that. You're just going to mess up the timeline even more."

"I doubt that. I'm doing us both a favor." I hung up my phone, shoved it in my pocket, tied my hair back in a ponytail---that I tucked down the neckline of my shirt---and glanced over my shoulder. Jason was still working on the motorcycle, covered in grease, and paying me no attention.

I bent my knees, shook my head, and bolted forward.

I ran to Central City first, skidded to a stop in front of Barry, slapped him for being an idiot, and then sped off again before he could catch up to run through time. Just to yesterday to stop Barry from running back even farther.

Which I did. I tackled him into the pavement, both of us going sprawling. "What is your problem, Volt?" yesterday-Barry demanded, staggering to his feet. "What are you even doing in Central City? I thought you lived in Gotham."

"Listen Flash, you were just about to run back in time way too far. Tomorrow-you told me it was an accident. I'm choosing to believe him. But by running back by accident, even if you didn't change anything, changed my entire life. So don't. You. Dare," I snapped. "You made my boyfriend lose all knowledge of my existence---and become the exact opposite of who he's supposed to be. Whilst also changing it so instead I was dating his older brother and just broke up with him. A relationship I don't even remember! So don't even think about breaking the space-time continuum today."

"Okay. I'll slow down," Barry said. "I really wasn't intending to travel through time today."

"Good. Keep it that way. Because if you do run back in time, you'll ruin my life."

"I won't. Sorry, Volt."

"I'll accept your apology tomorrow when my life is back to normal," I said before taking off again.

I ran back to tomorrow, the right day, and left Central City, heading for Gotham.

I slid to a stop in the Batcave. It was empty of people, but the equipment was still present. "Bruce? Dick? Jason? Tim? Damian? Cassie? Alfred? Steph? Babs? Anyone here?" I shouted.

No response.

I ran through the city to the place where I'd last seen Jason---the garage.

It was boarded up and rundown with Gio's Garage painted over the door.

I bolted back to the Batcave, up the stairs, and through the manor, looking for my family.

"Miss Watts, what has Master Bruce told you about running in the house?" Alfred asked as I slid on my socks all the way across the ballroom with my momentum. I stumbled and fell over before scrambling back to my feet.

"Sorry Alfred. Where is everyone?"

"You've all been out for two days on a mission. The rest of the family went out shortly after you did with no way of telling you they were also leaving. You're the first to arrive back. I suggest you eat something and get some rest. I shall alert you when the others return."

"Thanks Alfred."

I did as he suggested. Ate a lot of food and then went to take a nap---but I did it down in the Batcave on a gurney so that I'd know when the others came back.

^^^^^

The roaring of Jason's motorcycle engine woke me up---I'm not sure how long after I went to sleep.

The Batmobile followed right behind it into the cave.

I leapt off the gurney as Jason slung his leg off his bike.

At a normal human speed, I ran at him. "Jason!" I exclaimed.

He threw off his Red Hood helmet and held his arms out.

I jumped on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, peppering his face with kisses before drawing him in for one long, relieved kiss. His hand found the back of my head and he kissed me back enthusiastically.

"Ugh. Get a room you two," Tim complained.

"For once, I agree with Drake. Todd, Watts, you are revolting," Damian said.

"What was that for?" Jason breathed against my lips, ignoring his brothers.

"Two days apart is twenty-one-hours too long," I whispered. Jason held me close.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "You're not usually like this. Even after missions longer than two days."

"I'll tell you later," I promised. "For now, just hold me. Please." I let my legs down, so I was no longer climbing on him like a jungle gym, but I didn't let him go. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Okay lovebirds," Dick teased. "You're not the only two people in the world you know!"

"Shut up, Dick!" Jason snapped, a smile in his voice.

Everything was okay. For the moment, everything was perfect.

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reddhoodie · 7 years

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It’s My Party (i’ll cry if i want to)

Batfam Week Day #4: Wayne Gala! Everyone’s posting such cute stuff and here I am with the very gentle angst.

Tagging:

@speedypan @laundrymoney @xxxxsweetie-piexxxx

(let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for this week!)

In another life, Bruce Wayne might have been an actor. He certainly had the talent for it. If not for that he would never have been able to smile and make small talk with his guests tonight. His skill served him well every time someone shook his hand and asked cheerfully where his oldest was.

Bruce smiled winningly, and told them one by one that 'dick isn't feeling well tonight, he sends his regards'. They moved on to other topics, and he pretended, perfectly, that his oldest son wasn't down far below the house in the batcave, still unconscious, still barely stable. He didn't let anyone see the way he kept checking his phone in his suit jacket, waiting for a text that he was awake, or at least doing better.

Jason was down there with him, since he was rarely missed at Wayne galas. He would let them know if anything changed about Dick's condition. Bruce trusted him. But it was a familiarly awful feeling, being away from one of his kids while they were hurt.

In a rare moment of quiet, when he didn't have investors or politicians or local celebrities gathered around, he grabbed a drink from a table of refreshments and gulped it down more quickly than was likely advisable. It didn't matter, it wasn't as if seeing a rich man drinking like a fish at a party would set off alarm bells in anyone's mind.

However, it was a slight crack in his veneer, and one person at the party noticed.

He had hardly put the empty glass down on a passing waiter's tray when he became aware of a small someone right at his side.

Cass didn't have to say anything when he turned to acknowledge her. She just raised her eyebrows, arms crossed.

“Having a good time, Cass?” He asked casually in his upbeat 'gala' voice, like he didn't know she was checking in on him.

“You okay?” She asked. Her voice was soft, but he never had trouble hearing her.

“Of course.”

She stared at him hard for a few long seconds, but didn't press the issue. She tugged his jacket out so she could grab his phone from the inside pocket, and checked it quickly for messages before switching to the camera app.

He obeyed her little tug on his shirt to get him to lean down a little to her level, and smiled for the selfie she snapped of the two of them.

Quickly she sent the photo to Stephanie, who had been too busy with her classes to come, and then tucked his phone back in his pocket.

“Post that later.” She advised, referring to the social media accounts he normally passed off to one of his kids to maintain under his name. It had been a while since 'Bruce Wayne' had posted anything and it might look suspicious if he didn't have a few photos from tonight. He'd totally forgotten about it, to be quite honest.

“Jason is there, it's okay.” She added with a gentle smile, looping her arm around his and sticking close.

He let out a breath and let her lean against him. And just like that their moment was over, as a group of socialites hurried over in a flurry of cheery laughter and flutes of champagne.

- - -

Jason shifted in his chair for what must have been the thousandth time in the past half hour. He gave up on his book, setting it on the ground beside the chair with a sigh.

In front of him, Dick was laid out on one of the plain little beds in the medical area of the cave. He was still too pale, his breath still just a little too fast and shallow. Bruises stood out harshly on his too-pale skin while he slept fitfully, occasionally letting out little murmurs or whimpers.

Upstairs the annual Wayne Gala to benefit Gotham's hospitals and clinics was in full swing. The irony didn't escape him, and he hated it a little.

His phone buzzed and he glanced at it on his lap. It was a text from Tim.

“How's it going?”

Jason rubbed his tired eyes and responded. “He's grown wings, we're heading to narnia. I told you I'd let you guys know if there was any change.”

“Sorry. Hard to wait.”

It was hard not to worry about Dick's pain level. Alfred had assured Jason that he'd given Dick as much pain relief as he felt was safe at this stage, but he itched to give him more, if only so he'd stop whimpering like that when he moved in his sleep.

He got out of his chair, pacing in a little circle to stretch his tired muscles. After a few circles he looked back at Dick, checked his monitors, not sure if he was hoping for a change or not. No change was better than him getting worse, wasn't it? But no change was worse than improvement.

It had been hours since he'd hauled his brother back to the cave, broken and bloody. Nightwing had followed a couple of petty thieves straight into the middle of a fight between two local gangs, one that Red Hood had just happened to be keeping an eye on himself. Even with Jason's support the ensuing fight had been brutal, with too many people and too many weapons that they just shouldn't have been able to get, and Jason hated that Dick had gotten the worst of it, even if he had been the one to make the mistake.

Stupid mistakes. That was what got you killed. But Dick didn't deserve to die like this.

Jason had sustained his own injuries, of course. A gunshot to the shoulder that was bandaged and aching. A couple stab wounds, plenty of cuts and bruises.

He hadn't seen what had happened to Dick exactly. All he knew was that he'd turned and found him on the ground with a few bullet wounds, blood everywhere, hardly able to speak, and still trying to get back up. He'd gone quiet while Jason was hauling him out of there, and lost consciousness the moment they were out. Jason had tried to stem the bleeding but he was just bleeding so much from so many places. Eventually he'd just grabbed him and made for the cave as fast as he could, shouting at him to stay alive until they got back, because he would never forgive him if he died on his motorcycle.

The silence of the cave was a stark contrast to the chaos of their arrival in the cave. The only sound now that Dick had settled down again was the gentle whirr of the computer and the occasional distant squeak of a bat high up in the cave's ceiling. Jason stared at the blood dried on his pants, sighed, and sat back down in his chair beside Dick's bed.

- - -

Tim sighed and pushed his phone back into his pocket, glancing around the ballroom. Jason hadn't responded to his last message, and he chose to chalk it up to him just not answering instead of something terrible happening with Dick.

He'd never seen Jason look as scared as he had coming home the night before with Dick bleeding out in his arms, and that had scared him too. He was still scared. He was pretty sure they all were. It had taken so long to get Dick stable, to get him to stop dying. He hadn't woken all day, and still hadn't by the time they'd all had to get dressed and ready for the gala.

Damian was at Tim's elbow, frowning at the ballroom from the quiet corner they'd found.

It was Tim's job to keep his brother from disappearing from the event. Babysitting was not normally his favorite thing but at least it gave him something, anything, to focus on. He nudged the smaller boy with his elbow.

“Try not to look so murderous.”

Damian snorted, but his face softened from a scowl to a sort of resting bitterness. Good enough.

“I don't understand why all of us have to be present. It's not like any of these people really notice anything.”

Tim shrugged, sipped his sparkling apple juice while attempting to appear like an adult. “I know. But we wouldn't be doing any good hanging around with Jason. We'd probably just annoy him.”

“Speak for yourself.” Damian scoffed, crossing his arms.

Tim rolled his eyes.

He caught a glimpse of Bruce on the other side of the ballroom, laughing and taking a photo with a pair of older women Tim didn't recognize, sipping wine and smiling. For a moment, Tim allowed himself to wonder what life would be like if the facade they all presented at these events was true. If Bruce was just a rich man who had adopted a few boys. If Damian was a regular kid and not a trained assassin. If Jason hadn't died and come back to life. If Dick wasn't Nightwing.

For the briefest moment Tim almost envied the socialites around him. It must be nice, he thought, to not have your brother possibly dying in your basement.

- - -

Jason had had the thought to put on some music, to keep away the silence. All that had come up on shuffle had been slow, melancholy songs, so he'd put on one of his more intense rock playlists. Dick had stirred and murmured petulantly and Jason had immediately shut it off, concerned it was disturbing him. And so they were back to silence.

Cass had been sending a steady stream of photos and videos from Bruce's phone. It was a nice distraction, since he couldn't concentrate on his book or his music or any of the shows he would normally watch on Bruce's netflix account.

He was watching a short video she'd sent of Damian getting fawned over by a rich old lady in a massive feather boa, smiling while the little brat's cheeks were pinched and Tim barely contained his own smile behind his younger brother, when Dick stirred again.

He didn't look up, assuming it was another of his fitful motions.

“You look horrible.”

Jason jumped slightly, and looked up at the bed.

Dick's eyes were open just a little, a faint smile curving his lips.

He set his phone aside and scooted his chair closer to the bed. “Speak for yourself, Dickiebird. You've been out a whole day. How do you feel?”

“Like death.”

Jason's heart constricted, not only at his words but at the faint, rough sound of his voice. Like it was too much effort just to speak. “Hey, only I'm allowed to say that, remember?”

“Where is everyone?” Dick turned his head limply to look around the immediate area, squinting like he was still a little confused about where he was.

“At that big gala thing for the hospital.” He turned to grab his phone again, to let the others know he was awake. “I'll show you the pictures in a second.”

Dick groaned, and for a second Jason panicked. “I wanted to go to that.”

Jason sighed, shaking his head. “Then don't get beat up and shot, you loser.”

- - -

Cass reappeared at Bruce's side seemingly from nowhere, both startling and not at all surprising him. She urgently handed him his phone, which he hadn't realized she'd had.

There was a message, finally, from Jason. A photo. A selfie of himself smiling while leaning close to Dick, who was smiling tiredly.

“We <3 consciousness.”

Bruce smiled his first genuine smile of the night.

“Alfred is going to check on him.” She informed him with a bright smile of her own.

“Good. Maybe this party will wrap up early and we can all go check on him.”

Cass beamed, making him chuckle.

Bruce Wayne was an excellent actor, but, for just a moment, he finally didn't have to be.

#batfam week #batfam fanfiction #batfam #bruce wayne #my writing

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fanfiction-and-coffee · 7 years

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Could you give me some fluffy or angsty headcanons on Steph/Jason? They're my OTP and also so, so rare haha

JAYSTEPH IS MY FAVORITE RAREPAIR I LOVE THESE TWO AND I THINK THEY’D BE SO GOOD TOGETHER TBH. seriously though, I’ve always said that there’s huge potential for a really compelling dynamic with these two… they have so much in common and they’d balance so well…. @ dc let jason and stephanie be friends you cowards

Okay, so, comic timelines are generally a mess, and I’m really, really bad about reading storylines out of order anyway, so I don’t actually know if Stephanie’s death happened before or after the Under The Hood storyline. But either way, I’m pretty sure that when Jason found out that another Robin “died” in the line of duty, he’d be really torn up about it, even if he’d never met Stephanie before that point.

And when he finds out how Bruce reacted to Stephanie’s death, he’s livid. I mean, Jason has his issues with the Batdad, sure, but at least Bruce mourned Jason. Jay got a gravestone and a memorial in the Batcave – Stephanie got nothing. (Later we find out that this is because Bruce knew she wasn’t really dead, but Jason doesn’t know that and he’s furious. Like, scary furious. He never even met this kid, but he knows she deserves better than this.)

Stephanie, for her part, has never understood the rest of the Batfam’s hostility toward Jason – sure, he’s done some bad things, but he’s Bruce’s son. She also can’t say she blames him or even disagrees with his methods – Stephanie of all people knows that sometimes you have to take drastic measures to deal with criminals, and she’s always quietly disagreed with Bruce’s very black-and-white morality system.

It’s because of all this that Stephanie starts reaching out to Jason when she goes solo as Spoiler again. She doesn’t have Bruce’s limitless budget, or Dick’s knack for making powerful allies, or Barbara’s hacking skills, and she knows that the Red Hood has both the connections and the reputation to help her establish herself in Gotham’s underworld, and she’s not so proud that she won’t ask for help.

Jason is a little shocked when he finally meets Spoiler face-to-face because she reminds him so much of himself back in his Robin days. She’s snarky and passionate and has personal reasons for wanting to get as many criminals off the streets as possible, and it all feels achingly familiar. He’s also a little horrified because she has way less training than he or any of the other Robins did, and she was basically tortured to death, and yet she’s already throwing herself back into the game, and she’s even doing it with a goofy smile and bad puns.

His thought process is basically, “Someone’s gotta help this kid out before she gets herself killed again,” and since Bruce has turned down her offers to join Team Batman, Jason guesses he’ll have to do it himself.

What starts out as a strictly professional working relationship quickly evolves into a friendship that both of them desperately needed. From the constant stream of witty banter and playful teasing while they’re on patrol together to Jason helping her edit her English papers to Stephanie inviting him to spend Thanksgiving with her and her mom since she knows he doesn’t have anyone else to celebrate with, working together is a very positive thing for both of them.

Stephanie “I fall in love with literally all of my best friends” Brown is definitely the first one to realize she’s Caught Feelings™, but because Jason is a couple of years older and she never really hears him talk about romance, she assumes that he’s not interested and just kinda shrugs it off. And she’s so flirtatious and affectionate in her platonic relationships that nothing really changes in her behavior now that she’s developed a crush.

Jason takes a lot longer to realize that his feelings for Stephanie may have progressed past the friendship level. He and Steph were probably having a movie night or something and somewhere in the middle of the movie she falls asleep with her head on his shoulder and he finds himself looking down at her with this goofy grin on his face and then he’s just – oh shit.

He also tries to shrug it off (bc baby boy has some self-esteem issues and probably assumes Steph could do better than him), but he’s a lot less skilled at hiding his emotions than she is, so it only takes a couple of weeks before Stephanie pulls him aside and asks if he’s doing okay, because she’s noticed he’s been acting a little weird lately?

And Jason is just. screaming inside, but she’s looking at him with those big blue eyes and this really concerned expression and he’s pretty sure he’s forgotten how to breathe. He says in this really quiet voice, “I’m about to do something really stupid. Stop me if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” and then he kisses her.

Imagine his surprise when she throws her arms around his shoulders and enthusiastically returns the kiss.

When they come up for air, she grins and quips, “Actually, I think that’s the best idea you’ve had in a while.” And then kisses him again.

This post is starting to get kinda long bc I have A Lot of Feelings about these two, but I’m gonna stop it here. (I’m literally always craving jaysteph content tho so like…. hmu if you have more requests or have your own headcanons you wanna share.)

#THANK YOU FOR WATERING MY JAYSTEPH CROPS ANON #requested #anon #jaysteph #jaysteph headcanons #rarepair #batfam #batfam headcanons #jason todd #stephanie brown #dc #dc headcanons

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Anonymous said: When I first came to this comic book fandom I was just a batman fan, didn't even know there was more than 1 robin (I feel so ashamed now oh my god), thought batman was the coolest superhero etc. But then I found your blog and started to pay more attention to batfamily. And now can't watch any batman-oriented movies (screw you, Nolan) or cartoons if there's no batfam member except Alfred. So, yeah, I blame you for this, thanks a lot (I'm serious, thank you so much, I love you)

:’) It’s my absolute pleasure

@macko-99 said: Do you think Duke has begun to acept the weird-ass crap that goes on in Wayne Manor or is he still getting used to it?

Is anyone ever truly used to it?

I like to think he know to expect something, but the day to day reveal of what exactly that something is can still be shocking. Just walk away, honestly. Don’t question it. This is probably normal.

Anonymous said: which comics do you recommend?

Hm my favorite series are Red Robin, Batgirl (2009), both Batman and Robins, and Robin: Son of Batman. Some of my favorite story lines are Under the Red Hood and The Black Mirror. For a better list, you’d have to be a little more specific about what you were looking for.

Anonymous said: hey what do u think of the dc's new Powerless show that coming out?

I’m really looking forward to it! It sounds like they’ve switched up their premise a little bit-- it used to be an insurance company, and now it’s R&D-- but I’m pretty happy with it either way, and I’m especially excited because the last trailer had them working for Wayne Enterprises. I wouldn’t necessarily expect any bats to show up in the show, but I can always pretend they’re there, and they might make references

Anonymous said: Can i request a fluffy damian acting his age™ hc's with cherry on top?

Hm I already did that one (here), so unless I come up with something else, I reckon that’s all there’s gonna be

@arabian-batboy said: Can write something where Bruce come across Jason in an alley after his resurrection but before Talia took him in & since he couldn't talk at that time (& because he's supposed to be dead) Bruce thinks it's just a hallucination and just leaves him?

Just for the record I am planning on writing this for you, Ive just been kinda busy lately. Sorry about the wait!

@lowbloodkiwi said: I've been on a completely unhealthy Jason Todd Binge and your blog is now victim to this search as well. (Aka nerdsobsessedwithheroes is me and Jason Todd beat my love for Dick Grayson oh no)

Lmao no problem :) My favorite list switches up all the time. Not the top spot, you know, but everyone else.....

Anonymous said: Would Jason have been better off never meeting Bruce or being adopted by him?

Hmmmmm that’s kind of hard to call, I reckon. I guess.... probably?

I think my answer would depend pretty heavily on whether Jason’s life gets any better or not-- specifically his mental health-- and I don’t know if that’s going to be the case. It would happen if I was in charge of things, but regrettably I am not.

Things as they are, Jason’s association with Bruce has been pretty terrible for him. The death/resurrection thing was traumatic on both ends, and then you got his estrangement from his family, all of the stuff with the League of Assassins, and now he’s killed a lot of people.

If Bruce hadn’t found him, we don’t know what would have happened, but I would assume four years in the foster care system and then... who knows.

The problem is that Jason was pretty messed up before Bruce got ahold of him, so I can’t say with any certainty that things would have worked out for him if he hadn’t gone with Bruce. I can pretty definitely say that it wouldn’t have involved dying and coming back to life, but I can’t say it would be fun.

And even though Jason is doing really badly now, he’s very young in the grand scheme of things. If he can get to a better place that still involves Bruce, we potentially could be looking at decades of good stuff that ends up outweighing the bad.

But for now, he personally probably would have been better off without Bruce. Of course, if that was the case, a lot of other people would be dead and/or worse off, but that’s not really the question here.

Anonymous said: What's your analysis of Jason and Bruce's relationship?

Okay I got 500 words into this and then my motivation suddenly disappeared, so I’m just gonna... come back to this question next round, if that’s okay

Anonymous said: Got any Jason Todd whump angst fic recs?

Ah I don’t actually read any fanfiction except my own, so if you’re looking for outside stuff, I’m afraid I can’t help you :///

My Jason angst is here: 1 2 3 4

I think the first one is probably the closest to what you’re looking for?

Anonymous said: how would you characterize tim? if you were writing the comics or describing his character to someone I mean

Oh boy that’s a complicated question

As a kid, I think Tim was highly idealistic and very eager to help. He was (and is) super smart, compassionate, and self-sacrificing... the problem being that if you continually sacrifice yourself, bad things tend to happen.

Tim volunteered to become Robin because he thought that Bruce needed him. Since that point, Tim has lost a whole lot of people: his birth parents, several of his siblings, and a lot of his closest friends (Bruce and Dick were fake-dead, Damian died, Cass died twice but both times very briefly, Bart, Stephanie, Kon).

All of that death (plus the trauma of 18086403658 near-death experiences and witnessing crime up close on a daily basis) has made Tim into a different person now than he was at the beginning. To quote Tam Fox, “Tim Drake is the saddest person I’ve eve met.” To quote Tim, “I grew up.”

Most of those people came back, but that doesn’t really fix things.

Grief is a big part of it-- so is this sort of exhaustion that makes Tim a little bit more likely to break rules than the others. His gray area is bigger. He’s a lot like Bruce in that he can be pretty calculating, and sometimes he isolates himself.

Even so, Tim has a lot of meaningful relationships (see above), and he never completely lost his nerdy-ass sense of humor or his empathy. Losing his birth parents was bad, but he did gain a new family, and that’s been good for him. His biggest motivation is still to help other people, and he’s great at it.

Anonymous said: I don't know why but I'm craving some of your exquisite angsty hc's with a hopeful or good ending or outcome or whatever,if you have any I'm all eyes bruh.Hmm maybe dami?Just go wild!may the angst guide you "if don't feel like it ignore me darling<3"

Oh shoot I forgot to mention you in that Tim angst. Sorry bout that, but it was for you

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To Be Happy - Summer (Fin)

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam, SuperFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood & Conner Kent/Kon-El/Superboy

Rating: PG-11 (violence)

Original Idea: Part 1 Summer, Part 2 Autumn, Part 3 Winter, Part 4 Spring

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) This one is a bit longer than the others! It’s also the last part! @welovegroot

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Approximately Four Years Later…

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June 14, 7:15AM

Red Hood peered over the town, chewing the inside of his cheek under his helmet. Mt. Justice, to the north, stood like a mighty statue. It loomed over the nearby town—a silent protector.

Red Hood scoffed at the thought. “Sure. Leave the protecting of innocent civilians to a bunch of kids. What was the League thinking?” he muttered under his breath. After another moment of regarding the town from his vantage point on the hills to the south, he cracked his knuckles. “Well. I guess it’s now or never. If I don’t go see her now I never will.”

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June 14, 9:10AM

I woke up to a hand gently running the backs of fingers down my face. I groaned in complaint at being woken up and peeled my eyes open.

I wasn’t in my room. I sighed. “Did I fall asleep in your room again?” I mumbled.

Kon chuckled. “Yep,” he said.

“Mm… ‘M sorry.”

I felt Kon shift on his side of the bed. His hand rested on the side of my head. “Don’t be sorry, babe. I like it when you fall asleep in here. It reassures me that you’re safe.”

“You’re so sappy when no one else is around,” I said.

“Just for you,” he said. “I'm every bit as in love with you as I was when we first started dating—if not more so.”

“Aw. That’s sweet. I am too.” I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. He smirked at me.

“You ever think we should move out of the mountain and find our own place?” Kon asked.

“I haven’t thought about that yet, why?”

“We’re getting older—we may outgrow this team soon like Aqualad and Nightwing. We’ve been together for four years so… maybe it’s time.”

“Maybe,” I agreed. “But I think for now the youngsters need us.”

“Hmm,” Conner hummed.

“I bet M’gann’s convinced that we’re way more physically involved than we actually are given the amount of times I fall asleep in here,” I mumbled.

Conner chuckled quietly. “Maybe,” he agreed.

OOOOOWHOOP! OOOOOWHOOP! OOOOOWHOOP!

We both sat up and looked at each other. “The town’s in trouble,” we said in unison.

Conner and I flung the covers off and jumped into action. I used my powers to summon my suit from my room and changed into it quickly. Once we were both changed, Conner grabbed me around the waist and flew out of the mountain.

From the air over the town, we could see a pillar of smoke rising over the warehouse district. Kon banked in that direction. Several stories above the ground he let me go, I dropped like a rock, using my powers to catch myself near the burning building. I did a roll anyway out of habit to spare my knees and popped up in an alert stance.

Kon landed heavily next to me, nearly cracking the pavement under him. He took my hand. Together we ran inside the burning building, looking for victims. The younger members of the team would turn up eventually.

Inside, I kept a telekinetic shield around us as best I could to keep the smoke out of our lungs.

A hoard of robots surged out of the ground the moment we ducked through. I yelped and jumped closer to Conner. He held onto me protectively and yanked me to the ground as bullets shot past us.

“Can you hold them?” he asked.

I took a deep breath. “Not for long,” I said.

We felt the mindlink connect our thoughts as M’gann swooped into the warehouse. They’re piloted, her voice said in our minds. I hear thoughts in them.

“Hold them still for as long as you can,” Conner instructed. I nodded. He pulled us both back to our feet. Once I was safely standing, he hovered off the ground, knees bent. “It’s going to be okay, babe.”

I nodded, took a fortifying breath, and turned to the oncoming robots.

Flinging my hands out, I froze the robots in their paths.

“Supes, go!” I shouted. “There are too many for me to hold for too long!” I was already struggling to keep the piloted robots at bay. Kon nodded to me and swooped away, tearing the bots apart without killing the pilots.

My breathing was already labored and we’d barely begun. I was sweating and exhausting myself trying to make the fight easier for the others. Robin leapt over my head with a flip, bo staff at the ready, and threw himself into the fray. A green eagle—Beast Boy—soared after him.

My knees were shaking and I could barely stand. C’mon Starry, Conner encouraged through the mindlink. You can do this. You’re strong enough to stop a bullet dead. You can hold these clowns!

I… I can’t… I can’t keep this up forever, I replied, panting even in my thoughts.

Just a little longer baby. It’s gonna be fine. We’re almost done.

They didn’t look “almost done.”

I… they’re too strong… struggling…

Hang on, Starbeam! Conner’s voice in my thoughts sounded far away…

My knees buckled. I went tumbling down as though in slow motion.

“Whoa there, Stars. It’s okay. I got you. I got you,” a soothing voice said. It didn’t sound like Conner but my mind was worn out from the use of my powers. I was fairly certain my nose was bleeding. It felt like Conner’s strong arms though…

“Conner?” I mumbled.

“Think again, gorgeous,” the voice said, lowering me to the ground.

I peeled my eyes open. They hurt.

Peering over me was a blob of red, black, and brown. I narrowed my eyes, confused and trying to block out the painful light of the fire and smoke. The telekinetic shield I’d been using to keep the smoke out of my eyes and lungs had dropped when I collapsed since I wasn’t strong enough to keep it up.

“Who… who… you?” I tried.

One gloved finger touched my lips. “Shh. You exhausted yourself. I'm going to give you a shot of adrenaline, okay? Everything’s going to be fine.”

My vision cleared enough to see a shiny red helmet, black top, and brown leather jacket.

Something sharp and painful hit me right in the chest. I coughed.

Before I knew it, the pain was gone—and everything was thrown into sharp relief. The helmet was set in a scowl and the black top was body armor that had a red symbol on it, partially obscured by the leather jacket. It looked a bit like a bat?

I was wide awake and wired within moments, all exhaustion gone. I jumped back to my feet. The newcomer joined me in standing. He was about as tall as Conner and built the same—muscular and powerful. I wasn’t ignorant enough not to notice the guns strapped to his thighs, but chose not to comment on them unless he used them wrongly.

Right at that moment, some bots that slipped through the rest of my team made their way to us. The newcomer’s back pressed against mine. I heard the shwing of knives being drawn from sheaths.

We jumped into the fight at the same time, watching each other’s backs while the rest of my team was distracted by their own foes.

“I know what you’re called,” I said to the newcomer.

“That so?” he asked.

“You’re Red Hood—the rogue that terrorized Gotham and usurped Black Mask,” I said.

He laughed. “At your service, Starbeam,” he said.

Something about the way he fought seemed familiar to me. Like we’d fought together before. But I’d never met Red Hood before—I didn’t think. “What are you helping us for?” I asked.

Red Hood snorted. “Bold of you to assume I'm helping anyone other than you,” he remarked, ducking so I could access a bot and tear the armor off, exposing the pilot.

Red Hood drew one of his guns.

BANG!

The bullet stopped dead two inches from the pilot’s head, spinning in the air, held in place by my powers. I dropped it and grabbed Hood’s gun. “We don’t play by those rules here,” I snapped, yanking it out of his hand.

“I don’t play by anyone else’s rules but mine, sweetheart,” he snarled.

“This is my turf and you’ll play by my rules while you’re here,” I returned. Throwing his gun into the air and holding it there with my powers, I clocked the pilot hard with my elbow and knocked him out.

“Fine,” Hood snarled. “Only because I like you so much.”

I scoffed.

Everything okay, babe? Conner asked.

Fine. We have a third-party. Red Hood. He’s helping for now. He gave me a shot of adrenaline.

S’pose I’ll have to thank him later.

S’pose so, I agreed, yanking the power source out of a robot so it crumbled, pilot still inside. There’d be a manual release to get them out.

Aqualad appeared and helped put the fire out. Beast Boy helped. The rest of us took care of the robots.

Once everything deescalated, the mindlink was dissolved and Red Hood’s arm snatched me. His other one shot a grapple gun at the ceiling. We went shooting through the smoke and climbed out onto the roof of the warehouse.

“What the heck, dude?” I demanded. “I gotta make sure my team is okay!”

“They’ll survive without you for five minutes, princess,” he returned. “But you and I need to talk.”

“That’s not a phrase that’s ever followed by good news,” I said.

He snorted. “Yeah you’re probably right. But we do,” he said.

“Why me?” I asked. “Nightwing is technically the leader—”

“Ah nah. I can’t talk to that idiot. I needed someone reasonable. Someone friendly,” he answered casually.

“I'm not particularly known for being either of those when under this mask,” I pointed out.

Red Hood shrugged. “Yeah but I know you. The real you.”

I took a step away from him. “What? How could you—? I don’t know you!”

I heard a chuckle from under his helmet. Red Hood lifted his hand and pressed something under the jaw of his helmet. I heard it hiss. Something on the back released. He bent down and pulled it off. It slipped off his head. He shook his hair out and straightened up. There was a red eye mask on his face, but that didn’t stop me from recognizing it. I’d seen his face with a mask on before—many times. That one used to be red too.

I gasped. “Jason?!” I hissed.

He chuckled. “Surprised to see me, gorgeous?”

The adrenaline he’d shot into me hadn’t worn off because I could feel my heartbeat in my eyeballs.

“Uh… I feel like surprised would be the understatement of the century. I went to your funeral! I mourned for you—I cried for you! I watched you get put in the ground!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah that would be tough,” Jason said flatly. He glanced down through the skylight at the inside of the building and then back to me. “Is it pathetic that I literally died and came back to life and still hurt to see you with Conner?”

“… What?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. But I accepted that you would never feel the same way about me when I made my way back to the States.” He made a face. “And it’s better to be the only one suffering. I’d rather be put myself through heartache if it means you’re happy. I always wanted you to be happy. That was why I didn’t tell you how I felt until right before I left.”

“Jason…”

“Nah don’t worry Stars. Don’t worry about me. The pain of dying and coming back to life and digging myself out of my own grave hurt worse,” he said. He stepped closer and put his hands on my shoulders. “Just look me in the eye and promise me you’ll be happy with Conner.”

“I promise,” I said automatically. “I promise.”

He kissed my forehead. “Good. See ya around Starbeam.” He let go and ran to the edge of the building, pushing his helmet onto his head.

“Where are you going?” I shouted.

Too late. He jumped off and disappeared.

Nightwing and Conner came through the skylight. “Starbeam?” Nightwing asked.

“Baby?” Conner asked. His hand rested on the small of my back.

“What was that about? Who was that?”

I stared at where Red Hood had jumped. “That was… that was Jason. He... he’s alive,” I said. Nightwing’s jaw dropped. He rushed to the edge to look over the town. I turned to Conner. “He made me promise that I’ll be happy with you.”

He kissed my cheek. “And what did you say?”

“I promised him that I would.” I kissed him on the lips. “I love you, Conner.”

“I love you too.”

The End!

(Epilogue)

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