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I love both of you Jason blurbs with him avoiding his family and stuff so I was wondering if there was perchance a possibility you could write one with the family finding out.

Like maybe just some random family outing that Jason didn’t go to bc had plans with his lovely parter and then they all somehow just met?

idk, just let them be flabbergasted or smth 🙏🙏🙏

(A/N- Guyyyss, I'm hitting writers block in my other wip 😭. I've been working on it for nearly 2 years now and the fic is 650k right now but it's sooo close to being finished! I can taste the final chapter yk? Anyway! That's irrelevant. Enjoy this reveal- muwah)

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Jason would absolutely lie to family to hide the fact that he's dating you. At first, he'd put a lot of effort into making up some convincing lies that they bought hook line and sinker. But after a while, they start to get a bit more absurd.

His stories go from- "I promised to teach Lian how to effectively stab someone in the right places." (Perfectly normal, of course.)

To- "I need to go...uh...to a- birthday party. It's for Roy's barber." (Not too terrible, yet.)

All the way to- "The onion farm is about to close and I need more red ones." (Yeah, not his best excuse.)

Of course, it was Gotham. So, there obviously was an actual onion farm. Obscure places that should have closed down but have a weird amount of income were typical. But Jason was never gonna go seven miles outside of town for some, especially not at ten pm when it was already closed. (He hoped his family didn't know the hours.)

"The mattress store is having a sale and I've been saving coupons," he told his father, when Bruce asked why he needed to be excused from an afternoon stakeout.

"You have a platinum card and complete access to my bank account," Bruce reminded him.

"Yeah...but it's more fun to work for it," he replied unconvincingly. "I'll see you tomorrow."

His father hummed, one of those skeptical and quiet hums that he was so fond of. Then, he looked back down at what he was doing, letting Jason go.

But he absolutely saw the slight sigh of relief he made when he walked out.

Jason made it home a bit later than planned, but you were still getting ready. Not that it was surprising. You took a while to get dressed and he didn't mind sitting on the bed, watching.

"A mattress sale?" You questioned glancing at him in the mirror, finishing your makeup with a bit of gloss, swiping the corner with your thumb. "That's the best you could do?"

"I've used every decent excuse possible!" He exclaimed, pulling a tie around his neck and fussing with it. They always made him feel stuffy, but for you he would wear it. For a while, at least.

You huffed, turning around and leaning against the dresser. "You cannot possibly expect me to believe Mr. Broody has run out of all good lies," you teased, stepping closer to fix his tie for him.

He grumbled something under his breath, but you missed it. And he refused to repeat it. Straightening out his tie, you reached for his jacket and passed it to him.

Tugging it on, he stood up, towering over you with ease. "Just be glad I love you enough to go to this stupid thing," he replied, secretly hoping he'd at least get a few kisses later as a reward.

In his defense, it was a large event. Your company had a lot of them, actually. And you knew Jason hated to go, to be surrounded by all the pompous men and greedy women. The loud music, the weird and expensive food. But he did it, because you asked.

The fact that your bosses had begun to know his name was starting to grate on him a bit, but he tried to push that aside. To just be there, a mostly silent piece of arm candy so you didn't have to be alone all evening.

Plus, if you came home and told him you danced with another man, well, the thought alone was enough to make sure he never skipped an event.

So, he went. He stayed next to you the whole time, exchanging idle chit chat with your boss and letting you speak for him when his coworkers tried to learn more about him.

You knew he was checking his watch, the clock on the wall, his phone. Like one would be a minute or two early and he could drag you out sooner than you promised you'd leave.

Finally, it was only four or five minutes until the time you said you were staying until. He tugged at your waist a bit, hoping you'd want to go home sooner. So he could get out of this suit, and take your dress off. Even if it was just to cuddle in bed.

You were going to cave. He knew you were. But before you could, there was a loud and rapid beeping followed by an explosion set off his peripheral vision .

It wasn't like your work function had been specifically targeted for any reason other than the fact that it was a well funded company, which pissed a lot of people—crazy ones—off. Still, when Jason found himself getting swept off his feet, he was looking for you as well.

He couldn't see you. Not through the smoke, the fire, the part of the ceiling that was falling in. He couldn't locate the specific color of your dress, or find the bracelet on your wrist that he could find in any crowd. Not when his head was ringing and his eyes were fuzzy.

His leg was trapped under something, cinder of some sort. Part of the wall. Maybe in better condition he could move it, but he was a bit preoccupied with thoughts of you, and didn't even try to lift it.

Luckily, he didn't have to. His brothers, did.

And Dick and Tim didn't even realize who was under the block of concrete until he shifted his head, looking up at them. After all, Jason in a suit was a strange sight.

Dick offered him a hand, helping him to his feet. "What are you-"

"You said you were mattress shopping!" Tim exclaimed.

He rubbed his shoulder which had slammed into something when he fell, the sore feeling not subsiding at all. "Yeah, I- I had a different obligation."

"what kind of obligation, Ja—"

"Jason!" A voice called. But not yours. It was your boss, coming up to him, his hand clasping him on the back a bit too familiar. "Where's your girlfriend?"

He could feel his light grimace deepening at the question when your boss didn't use your name, and instead accidentally revealed your relationship status.

"your what!?" Both of his brothers exclaimed at the same time, heads darting around to locate you. Or maybe the rest of the family to make sure they were hearing this conversation too.

He couldn't be sure of which. Jason didn't bother asking, though, he was more concerned with finding you and making sure you were okay.

"What girlfriend?" Dick asked. "Where is—"

"Jay!" You exclaimed.

God, he really couldn't finish a single sentence today, could he?

Your voice carried as you rushed across the room, arms thrown around Jason as soon as you were close enough to stumble into his arms. He pulled you against him tightly, both hands sprawled across the expanse of your back and his head ducked down to press a kiss to your shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He asked gently, his hand stroking up and down the silk of your dress.

He suddenly wished he wasn't complaining of being here, that he had let you keep dragging him around instead of unknowingly pulling you closer to the danger.

You nodded against him, coughing slightly from the dirt and other particles you inhaled when you shouldn't have. "Yeah, I'm okay," you assured him, squeezing his arm. "Are you?"

He just hummed, squeezing you tighter for a moment in a silent answer. "Mhm."

But even as he replied, his gaze was fixed elsewhere, on his father and sister, who were helping people out of the rubble and looking for the spare parts of the bomb to assess and compare to a case they were working on. They paused, feeling his gaze. And when they looked up, there he was, standing beside Dick and Tim, with his arms wrapped around you.

Cassandra wore a mask, but he knew she was studying his and your body language from under it. And Bruce, well the part of his face that was visible looked actually surprised for once in life. Then, as soon as that look appeared, it vanished again.

Jason knew he was going to get hell for this, for hiding you. His brothers would probably use it to tease him for months, maybe longer.

But his father would be another story.

There would be an investigation into you, a formal meeting now that he knew he actually had to plan one. He would have to question Jason's reasons for lying, your reasons for your allowing it, your motives with his son. All standard in his eyes, of course.

For now though, Bruce stood there. He allowed Jason to comfort you, watching with a scrutinizing gaze that was half torn between observing the spectacle and continuing his actual job.

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you know when i was a little kid i used to be in my own head a lot and didn't really understand the concept of paying attention to my surroundings visa-vi staying near my family, and with that in mind,

Damian being an independent queen that keeps accidentally running away. Damian isn't exactly used to being a normal child, let alone a normal child part of a familial unit. when he was six he was being sent on two week long hikes for survival training; the closest thing to a genuine caring guardian in the league was Jason, who although he did give a shit he was also kinda messed up in the head, not to mention he mostly grew up alone on the streets until Bruce found him, so he's just as stupid about families as Damian is.

so when he gets to Gotham, Damian doesn't quite understand that Wayne Manor is supposed to be his home, not a main base. he also doesn't understand that as a child, his family are supposed to fucking know where he is.

Bruce puts out a Gotham-wide alert when Damian doesn't come home from school one day and by the time they stumble upon Red Hood on patrol they are full out panicking.

"What if- what if somebody's taken him?" Dick gasped, pacing the rooftop. Tim looked over from where he'd been trying to run through Gotham security cameras for facial recognition. "What if they've hurt him?!"

"It will be fine, Dick," He soothed. "We'll find him, he'll be ok."

"Whose g'na be ok?" Jason's mask popped over the edge of the building as he clamberd over the lip, heaving like he'd just been running.

"Damian," Dick told him frantically. "Damian's gone, he never made it home from school- god I knew I should have picked him up myself, and now if he's hurt it will be my fault and-"

"D'ya try calling him?" Jason did not yet seem worried, and Tim had to answer as Dick was preoccupied with hyperventilating.

"We found his phone broken on a sidewalk, we think there was a struggle and he lost it trying to call for backup."

"That doesn't sound like him," Jason scoffed. "Damian's first instinct when needing backup is to say 'fuck it we ball' and bring out the pepper spray, not call for help. He probably just got bored and went on a trip, he used to do that all the time in the league. One time he made it all the way to Mexico before we found out where he'd gone."

"He would have told one of us where he was going!" Dick wailed.

"Why would he do that?" Jason asked, mystified. Tim stared at him, squinting incredulously. "Here, you know he still has that little flip-phone Talia gave him before sending us to Gotham; I'm the only other one with access to that number, let me call that phone and see if he picks up."

"He's had a second phone this whole time?!" Dick screeched, bounding over in a panic as Jason dialled the number. He shoved the elder away, putting the call on speaker and waiting casually for the line to connect.

"What do you need?" Damian's voice came through short and clipped, though not at all like he was in danger.

"DAMIAN?!?" Dick shot forward, white knuckling the arm that Jason was using to hold the phone and yelling into the device. "DAMI ARE YOU OK? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?"

"...What the fuck is happening."

"They think you got hurt," Jason shrugged casually. "Apparently you didn't make it home from school?"

"Uh, yeah? I saw an ad for a wildlife preservation opening up in Tampa and I wanted to go see it."

"Tampa- you're in fucking FLORIDA?" Tim exclaimed, indignant. "What the fuck happened to your phone?!"

"Oh, that thing? It kept making noise so I threw it at a wall." Damian explained calmly. Tim became even more incredulous, even as Jason nodded like it was a completely normal thing to do.

"That noise was us trying to call to find out where you fucking were!"

"Why on earth would you need to know that?" Damian questioned, confused. "If there was a Gotham emergency I would have returned. There's no need to worry."

"See." Jason shrugged, casual. Dick let out a keening groan and sank to the floor, hands gripping his hair in obvious despair. Tim looked between the phone and Jason with an unreadable expression on his face, slightly suicidal in nature. His jaw opened and shut a few times as he tried to find the right words, before he finally gave up and reached a finger to turn on his comm unit.

"Cancel the state-wide search, we found him. He's a fucking idiot, but we found him."

Damian gets grounded for the first time in his life and it takes weeks for them to even get him to understand why.

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“I actually want to die a little bit.” 

The words slip past your lips before you can catch them, and you immediately snap your head to where your boyfriend is lounging on the couch. 

Jason’s head tilts to the side, one arm bent behind his head, the other keeping his phone perched on his chest. His brows raise, and you purse your lips into a thin line. 

“I did that...once,” Jason says slowly, and you can’t help the quirk of your mouth as he inches himself upright. He keeps his eyes trained on you, seafoam blue twinkling in the dim light of the apartment. 

“I did that…an’ let me tell you, sweetheart…” 

Now you really can’t keep the smile from stretching across your face.

“It was not enjoyable.” 

You huff out a sigh. “Yeah—okay. I’m sorry. You went through that and—” 

“I was cold.” 

“I know, I’m so—” 

“And alone.” 

“Jason—” 

“And miserable—” 

“Shhh,” you cross the space between you and him, leaning down to press your hand against his mouth. The smile on your face is huge and exasperated, and Jason blinks at you while you inhale a laugh-riddled breath.

“You’re terrible, you know that?” you murmur, tilting your head. 

Jason’s eyes glance upright to the ceiling, as if he’s thinking, and your face falls into a deadpan expression as he nods his head curtly.

“Terrible, Jason. Terrible.” 

You can feel the stretch of his lips against your hand as he grins, and the coy and boyish gleam in his eyes has you shaking your head. 

“I’ll try and stop saying stuff like that—EW! Did you just lick my hand!?”

Thank you for reading, God bless!

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Jason Todd who comes back from the dead and reunites with his family but still doesn't trust them, so when he disappears frequently and for long periods of time they assume he's trying to get away from them and deal with his copious amount of anger issues, not realizing that he's really just having a panic attack because he got triggered by something on patrol and had to leave before they noticed something was wrong.

He feels his chest constricting and his throat closing up and has to run as fast as he can to get away from them, which they assume is because he doesn't want to be around them for a long period of time.

When in reality he just didn't want them to see how he needed to get out of his helmet and costume because it made him feel like he couldn't breathe, as though he was an imposter around his family and could only be his old, young, innocent self that he claims to have gotten rid of when he's alone and safe.

When he can curl up into a ball and tuck his head into his knees like he did as a kid, crying and hyperventilating over some past memory that hit him a little too hard that day.

The kicker?

His family doesn't realize he's still in the house.

In his room, in the back of his closet, his hands running back and forth across the rug to remind himself that it's real. The only one who knows is Alfred, who used to spend so much time in his room when he was dead that the minute Jason spends even an hour of time in his room, he can tell.

He knows, from the second the family gets home, complaining about Jason ditching them again, that it's because he raced home faster than them and is probably upstairs, tugging on his hair—that white streak he hates because it makes him unrecognizable to himself.

Alfred does his due diligence for the family, checks them for concussions and tells them there are cookies in the kitchen before swiftly making his way upstairs, to where Jason is sitting on the ground in a closed, dark closet. He sits beside him in the dark, patting his back and shoulders, telling him about his day to slowly bring him out of it.

"Then that dreadful reporter called again and well... let's just say I think they'll be looking through a dictionary to find some of the language I used." Jason, through tears, manages to chuckle slightly, lifting his head to look at him in the enclosed, blackened space.

Tugging his hands away from gripping his knees, Alfred holds them tightly, trying to remind him that he's not alone and Jason leans against his shoulder, still breathing heavily, every breath shaky as he apologizes.

Alfred just shakes his head, telling him he'll stay as long as he needs.

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Image how confused the entire Bat family would be if Jason— touch repulsed, wants to work alone, barely even tolerates them most days— Todd finally gets sucked into one of Bruce's charity events, only to come with a date who he *cannot* keep his hands off. I'm talking, has his arm draped around her waist or over her shoulder whenever they're walking, hugging her from behind with his jaw on top of her hair (carefully though, so he won't mess it up), occasionally randomly kissing the back of her hand, or her cheek, or very quickly her neck before she smacks him away playfully.

And the media LOVES this.

The reporters who usually bother Bruce about his company, Dick about his romantic life, Damian about school, Duke about being recently legally adopted, Cass about her improving speech skills, Tim about recent publicity statements, all suddenly leave them alone to take picture after picture of Jason and whoever his date is. And Jason—has threatened, attempted, and actually punched reporters— Todd doesn't even care. He doesn't bat an eye, (pun intended) because they should take pictures with how gorgeous she looks.

He'd be offended if they didn't.

And when she blushes, getting a bit shy after hearing a few too many clicks, he runs a hand up and down her arm, tearing her away from the buffet to dance. Dance. Yes, Bruce thought he'd lost his mind when he saw his son whisk a beautiful woman into the middle of the room, willingly, even eagerly wrapping his arms around her comfortably and familiarly, while she rests her head against his chest and he rests his cheek against the side of your head, his eyes fluttering shut every once in a while.

Of course, his family tried to get to talk to him, really, they did. Something or someone conveniently got in the way every single time, until the event is over and Jason and his date manage to slip out in the crowd before the family gets to interrogate him about it.

His phone? He has to shut it off from all the calls and texts that overwhelm his inbox. Alfred even sent an email.

When he eventually does pick it up after having it on do not disturb for a while, he simply types in the group chat, "You told me to bring a date." Before putting it face down on the nightstand and rolling over in bed to wrap his arms around her, kissing her temple softly as she sleeps, out of your fancy dress and in his arms, where she belongs.

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We all know that Jason is stubborn right? Bless him. So l wouldn't be surprised if when Jason is sick, you better find some horse tranquilizer type shit to keep him down because he WILL be going on patrol.

His biggest defense? Claiming that most people in crime alley are off far worse than him, but nobodies telling crime to leave them alone because of it.

His defense unfortunately does not work. And instead he gets bodied, and dragged back to the manor screaming bloody murder.

[Jason stomps into the batcave, decked out in his gear, helmet in hand. He looks pale and unsteady but that clearly isn’t stopping him from getting to his bike]

Dick, blocking his path: Nope. Absolutely not. Turn around

Jason, unamused: Move, Goldie

Dick, deadpanning: You’re sick

Jason, shrugging: I’ve had worse

[The “I died” remains unsaid but is clearly hinted]

Tim, from the computer, sipping his 5th cup of coffee: Yeah, and yet every time you’ve “had worse,” you’ve made the med bay your Airbnb

Jason, huffing: So? Most people in Crime Alley are worse off than me, but no one’s telling crime to take a sick day

Damian, coming to stand next to Dick: Tt. That is the stupidest justification I’ve ever heard. And I’ve heard Drake talk about his sleep schedule

Tim: …hey

Bruce, entering from behind and taking one look at Jason: You’re benched

Jason, literally stomping his foot: You can’t tell me what to do

Bruce, exasperated: Jason—

Jason, crossing his arms: Fine. You want me to stay home? Then i’d liked to see you try to keep me here

Dick: Hmm… don’t we have some horse tranquilizers laying around here somewhere?

[Bruce, Hums in affirmation]

Tim, gaping: We have horse—You know what, I don’t even want to know

Jason, pausing: …You wouldn’t

[Theres a moment of silence, a stare down like it’s the midwest. Then Jason tries to bolt for his bike. Bruce sidesteps, hooks him by the back of the jacket, and lifts him off the floor like a misbehaving cat]

Jason, thrashing in Bruce’s hold like a hooked fish: GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, OR SO HELP ME, IM TELLING ALFRED YOU ATE HIS GERMAN CHOCOLATE CAKE AT 4 AM

Bruce, wary: No need for drastic measures, we’re just putting you to bed

Jason: CRIME DOESN’T SLEEP

Damian, who walks in line with Bruce: Stop moving, you’re getting germs on me

Jason, growling in Damian’s direction: GOOD. MAY THEY FESTER

Bruce, grunting as Jason kicks: You’re not going on patrol, and that’s final

Jason, yelling in Bruce’s ear: YOU’LL HAVE TO KILL ME FIRST!

Tim, a good 5 feet behind, because he is NOT getting sick, sporting a teasing grin: Joker beat us to it and yet here you are. Death won’t save you

Dick, blinking at Tim while dodging a wild elbow: Jay, chill!

Jason, flailing: NEVER! I’LL DIE—again—A FREE MAN!

[Jason tries to wriggle out of his jacket mid-carry, ends up stuck with one arm halfway out like a feral raccoon caught in a trash bag]

Tim, amused: …This is the dumbest hostage situation I’ve ever seen

Damian, smug: I vote we duct tape him to his bed

Jason, pointing viciously: COWARDS! TRAITORS! I HOPE ALL OF YOUR PILLOWS ARE WARM ON BOTH SIDES!!

Dick, grinning as they haul him upstairs: You say that like we actually sleep

[Jasons bloody screams and loud curses echo through the manor, even reaching Alfred who lounges in the library. He sighs knowing it’s just a normal Tuesday]

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movie night ୭̥⋆*｡

Part 1 , jason todd x cinephile!reader

Jason Todd hated the idea of being nervous, even more when he knew exactly who made him feel like that and not being able to do anything about it.

You.

You and your pile of DVDs, you and your complains about book adaptations, you and how easily you invited him to an outdoor cinema.

Who the fuck does at outdoor cinema in Gotham? It's basically suicidal. He convinced himself that he was only going in case something happened, some attack or that kind of stuff Gotham has to go through.

But he also put cologne on, a clean shirt and tried to leave all his awkwardness at home.

He parked his bike nearby the park, where he could already see a giant sheet stretched between two trees, little lights hang around other trees and bushes. There was a stand where the employees were selling popcorn and sodas. The chairs were neatly displayed with people already seated, chatting and laughing around.

"Oh my god, Jason!" he heard from his left. "Heyyy!"

He turned his head to find you waving your hand at him. Jason felt his chest seize for a second, like your voice alone had punched straight through his ribs. You were standing by the projector stand, wearing a staff badge strung around your neck and grinning like you’d been waiting for him. You looked effortlessly cool, just like the first time he'd met you, beautiful face, gorgeous smile and your hair loosely up, leaving two curls framing your profile. He swallowed hard, shoved his hands deeper into his jacket pockets, and walked toward you with what he hoped passed for casual.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show,” you teased, leaning an elbow against the table stacked with popcorn bags.

Jason huffed out something that was supposed to be a laugh but came out more like a cough. “Yeah, well. Figured someone’s gotta make sure no Bridgerton rejects jump outta the bushes.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. “Please. You just didn’t want to miss Anya Taylor-Joy in pastels.”

His ears went hot instantly. He glanced at the popcorn machine, the fairy lights, literally anywhere except your face. “…Maybe.”

“Uh-huh.” You handed him a paper bag before he could argue. “Here. The good popcorn, like I promised.”

Jason took it, blinking. “…What’s the difference?”

“This one’s actually got butter. The other bags are just sad and dry.”

He smirked at that, shaking his head. “Perks of knowing the projector girl, huh?”

“Exactly.” You popped another bag open for yourself and nudged him with your shoulder. “So? You want a chair or are you gonna stand in the shadows all mysterious all night?”

Jason’s instinct was to tell you he’d stand, blend into the background, keep watch. But the way your eyes lingered on him, expectant, a little hopeful, made something in his chest twist. He muttered, “…Guess I’ll sit.”

You grinned like you’d won a bet. “Good choice.”

Jason followed you toward the rows of folding chairs, the smell of grass and popcorn in the air. People laughed and chatted all around, but he felt hyper-aware of every step, every glance you tossed over your shoulder to make sure he was still there. You picked a spot a little off to the side, near enough for a good view but not dead center, and he dropped into the chair beside yours with a grunt.

“You clean up nice,” you said casually, like you weren’t testing him at all.

Jason froze for half a second before muttering, “…It’s just a shirt.”

"You smell nice, tho."

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and as soon as you heard yourself, your brain screamed oh no.

Jason turned his head, blinking at you like he was trying to decide if you were messing with him. “…Thanks,” he said finally, a little too gruff, like the word didn’t fit right in his mouth.

You nodded too quickly, popcorn rattling in the bag you were clutching. “Yeah. Just—figured I should say it. Y’know. Since I noticed.”

Jason looked forward again, jaw tightening, and for a second you thought you’d scared him off completely. But then you caught the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth. “…Most people notice other things first.”

“Like what?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

He shrugged, eyes still on the screen. “…The scars. The… size. Whatever.” He shifted in his seat, shoulders hunching a little like he regretted saying it out loud.

Something in your chest tugged, and you blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Well, I noticed the cologne.”

Jason glanced at you then, really looked, and for a moment neither of you said anything. His ears were a little pink, and your pulse was so loud you swore he could hear it. Finally, he muttered, “…Guess that’s not a bad thing.”

You tried to smile, fiddling with the edge of your soda cup. “Definitely not.”

Silence hung for a beat, not heavy, just… there. You focused on the movie again, grateful for the distraction. After a few minutes, you leaned toward him slightly, whispering, “See that? The way they frame her in the mirror? That’s deliberate. It’s showing how she sees herself versus how others see her.”

Jason blinked at the screen, then at you. “…Huh. Didn’t catch that.”

Jason shifted in his chair, his knee brushing yours for just a second before he seemed to notice and drew back a little. He kept his eyes on the screen, though you could see his jaw working, like he was chewing on something.

“You always notice stuff like that?” he asked quietly.

You perked up a little, glad he wasn’t retreating. “Yeah. It’s kind of my thing. Framing, blocking, color; every choice tells you what the director wants you to feel. It’s like… a visual language, you know?” You gestured vaguely at the sheet, the soda in your hand sloshing dangerously close to the rim. “I get really excited about it.”

Jason’s lips twitched like he was holding back a smile. “…No shit.”

You caught it and felt heat rise up your neck. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to,” you shot back, nudging him with your elbow. “You had that look.”

Jason huffed, low, almost embarrassed, then turned his popcorn bag in his hands. “Guess I’m used to looking for things in books. Phrases, structure, patterns. Never really thought about movies like that.”

That made your chest tighten in a weirdly pleasant way. “See, that’s the thing. They’re the same. A book has its language: syntax, metaphor, rhythm, and film has its own. You’d probably be great at picking it apart if you actually tried.”

Jason gave you a sidelong look, skeptical but curious. “…You think?”

“I know,” you said, leaning toward him a little. “The way you talked about Austen back at the shop? That’s exactly the kind of insight critics dream of writing. You just… don’t translate it to film yet.”

He ducked his head, ears going pink again, like he didn’t know what to do with the compliment. “…Maybe you’ll have to teach me.”

Your stomach flipped, and for a second you forgot how to form words. “Uh—yeah. I mean. Sure. Obviously. I could—uh—yeah.”

Jason smirked faintly, satisfied, before returning his gaze to the movie. “You talk a lot.”

You gasped, scandalized. “Excuse me?”

“Not a bad thing,” he added quickly, like he regretted saying it out loud. “…Just. You get caught up. Kinda… passionate, I guess.”

Your ears burned. “Well, someone has to make up for you saying, like, six words an hour.”

Jason’s laugh was quiet, almost reluctant, but it was real. “…Fair enough.”

You sat back in your chair, heart thudding, and tried to focus on the movie again. But you couldn’t shake the thought that for all his awkwardness, Jason was actually listening, like every word you spilled mattered.

After an hour and a half of the movie, both of your shoulders were touching, as well as your knees. Jason had his hands on his lap, fidgeting with his thumbs. You eye him from the corner of your eye, wondering how could he be so tense about the movie.

Jason’s thumb rubbed over his knuckle like he was trying to sand the nerves off his skin. His jaw was set, eyes fixed forward, but you could feel the way his shoulder tightened against yours every time you shifted even slightly.

You tilted your head toward him, whispering, “You okay? You look like you’re about to fight Mr. Knightley.”

Jason’s lips twitched, but he didn’t look at you. “…Just watching.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully, leaning a little closer. “You fidget when you read too, don’t you?”

That earned you a sideways glance, sharp and a little startled, like you’d caught him with a secret. “…Sometimes.”

The admission made you grin, and before you could stop yourself, you whispered, “Cute.”

Jason stiffened, ears going red, and for a second you thought you’d gone too far. But then, with a breath so subtle you almost missed it, he lifted his arm and rested it along the back of your chair. Not quite touching you, not quite casual either, like he’d been thinking about it for the past hour and finally gave in.

Your chest tightened. Slowly, carefully, you leaned back into the space he’d made, letting your shoulder press lightly against his chest. Jason went very still, the kind of still that meant his brain was screaming at him to move, but he didn’t. He stayed.

Neither of you said anything. The movie flickered over the sheet, laughter rippled through the audience at some clever line, and you tried to focus on it, really tried. But your heart was hammering, your skin buzzing with the warmth of his arm behind you.

After a moment, you murmured, voice low, “See? Movies can make you feel stuff too.”

Jason turned his head, eyes catching yours in the glow of the projector light. His mouth quirked like he wanted to argue, but all he managed was a quiet, almost embarrassed, “…Guess they can.”

And you leaned in just a little more, smiling at the screen like you hadn’t just won the best argument of your life.

The movie ended with the audience clapping and shuffling out, voices buzzing with post-film chatter. You stretched a little in your chair, and Jason immediately pulled his arm back like he hadn’t just spent the last hour pretending it was casual.

“Duty calls,” you sighed, standing and brushing popcorn crumbs off your jeans. The projector hummed faintly behind you, fairy lights swaying in the night breeze. “I gotta pack all this up before the park staff freaks out.”

Jason stood too, a little slow, like he hadn’t decided whether to stay or leave yet. His hands shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders stiff. “Uh… I can, y’know. Stick around. Help.”

You grinned at him over your shoulder as you started winding up one of the extension cords. “You offering to dismantle fairy lights, Wuthering Heights guy?”

Jason muttered something under his breath but moved anyway, grabbing a stack of chairs with one arm like it was nothing. By the time the popcorn stand was empty, the screen half-rolled, and the last chair stacked, you wiped your hands on your jeans, hair falling loose from where you’d tied it up earlier. He stood a few feet away, looking restless in the glow of the lights.

Then, suddenly, he cleared his throat. “…We could… maybe do this again. Not this exactly. Just—” His jaw clenched. “See each other.”

You froze for half a second before your whole face lit up. “Yeah? Yeah, I’d like that.”

Jason’s gaze flicked to the ground, the faintest pink brushing his ears. “…Alright. Nice.” He said it like it was no big deal, but the tension in his shoulders gave him away.

You bit back a grin, grabbing the last popcorn bag and tossing it into the trash. “So, can I get your number, or should I just wander around bookshops until I stumble into you again?”

That made him glance at you properly, green eyes sharp but softened around the edges. “…Number’s easier.”

You pulled your phone out so fast you almost dropped it, and Jason let out the smallest laugh, quiet and a little disbelieving. When he recited the digits, you typed them in carefully, heart hammering the whole time.

And when his phone buzzed a second later with your test text—Projector girl, checking in—he shook his head, that half-smile tugging at his mouth again. “I'll text you, yeah?”

You tilted your chin, playful. “Sounds nice, Jay. I'll see you around.”

masterlist a/n ☆ i am thinking of making this a slow burn series, what do y'all think?

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──── jason todd was the kind of man your mother warned you about. the magnetic and distant kind, the type who pulled you in effortlessly and then disappeared for weeks without explanation. he never shared much about his life or what he did when he wasn't with you, but it didn't matter. not when he was here. not when you were lost beneath the weight of his heavy body, his kiss, the low rumble of his voice in your ear. you craved all of it too much to care about anything else.

"are you… like an underground, illegal boxer or something?" you asked one night, your voice barely above a whisper. the apartment was silent, your parents asleep down the hall, while jason had slipped in through your fire escape. his bare figure sat on the edge of your small bed, muscles shifting under the dim light as you traced the scars scattered across his back and shoulders.

jason didn't answer. he just turned his head slightly, caught your hand in his, and pulled you forward until your lips met his. the kiss was rough, insistent, swallowing your question before it could grow teeth. his weight pressed you back against the mattress, the cool sheets crinkling beneath you as his mouth trailed down to your jaw and your throat. whatever answer you'd been hoping for dissolved in the heat of him, replaced only by the pounding of your heartbeat and the way he moved, like he could silence every doubt you had without a single word.

by the time he finally pulled back, your chest was heaving, lips swollen, your whole body buzzing with the ache of him. jason hovered above you, eyes dark and unreadable, his breath warm against your mouth, close enough to kiss you again, close enough to make you forget you ever wanted an answer in the first place.

"i'm heading out. got things to do," jason said, stealing another short kiss from your lips. you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, but he only smirked and pressed a softer kiss to your cheek.

"no, i can't stay. don't want your folks kicking my ass first thing in the morning."

your parents couldn't stand him. they hated the roar of his bike outside the building, hated the way he leaned against it like he owned the whole street, waiting for you. they hated him even more for refusing every polite invitation to step inside and meet them properly.

you only nodded, eyes downcast, sadness weighing heavy in your chest. jason rose from the edge of your bed, his frame almost comically oversized in your small room. he moved with surprising care, ducking past your hanging decorations and skirting around your scattered belongings. then came the heavy sound of boots lacing, the creak of leather, and in moments, he was gone. vanishing down the fire escape as if he'd never been there at all.

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ᝰ.ᐟ RUIN YOUR NIGHT

𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ dick grayson x injured! fem reader. | ~1.7k words

CONSISTS OF ↬ hurt/comfort ish. established relationship. wounds. blood mentioned. soft dick grayson. they're so in love. ── .✦ You never slip up. Never. But the one night you did, you knew you needed to handle it yourself. Except, Dick Grayson ruined your plans.... or saved your life, depending on how you look at it. | navi. | masterlist. | dc masterlist. |

The apartment was dark when you stumbled inside, your body colliding with the door frame hard enough to make you bite back a groan. You had barely managed to lock it behind you before your legs gave out, and you braced yourself against the wall, sucking in a sharp breath as white-hot pain flared across your ribs.

You’d thought you could handle it. A knife wound wasn’t new, not in this line of work. But you hadn’t realized how deep it had gone until the adrenaline wore off, until the room swayed and your vision blurred every time you tried to draw a full breath.

The quiet of the apartment was almost a relief. You thought you were alone — Dick was supposed to be on patrol until dawn, and the last thing you wanted was for him to see you like this, shaking and bloody, your suit torn and clinging to your skin.

You made it as far as the kitchen before your knees buckled again. One hand clutched desperately at the counter, the other pressed against your side where the blood seeped through your fingers. You dragged yourself into a chair, fumbling to grab the first aid kit from above the fridge, your hands trembling too much to get the zipper open.

“Come on,” you whispered to yourself, angry tears stinging your eyes. The words slurred together, and your voice unsteady... not a good sign.

You yanked gauze free, pressing it to the wound with shaking hands, but the second you put pressure on it, pain shot through you so violently that the kit clattered to the floor and you inhaled sharply through your teeth.. only causing more pain to course through you.

“Babe?”

You froze. The voice was soft, disbelieving, and coming from the hallway. A moment later, the light flicked on, and there he was — Dick Grayson. He was standing in the doorway in sweats and a T-shirt, his hair still damp from a shower.

His eyes landed on you, on the blood, on your trembling hands, and for a heartbeat he didn’t move. Then everything about him snapped into motion.

“Oh my God—” He was across the room in seconds, dropping to his knees beside you, his hands hovering over your body like he couldn’t decide where to touch first. “What happened? Why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t-.. ” you tried to steady your breath, blinking up at him. “Didn’t want to-.... ruin your night.”

“Ruin my—?” His voice broke, sharp with panic, and he finally pressed his hands over yours, helping you hold the gauze in place. His touch was firm but gentle, and quite possibly the only thing that was keeping your mind off of the pain. “You’re bleeding out in our kitchen and you didn’t want to ruin my night? Jesus.”

You winced, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as another wave of pain rolled through you. “I could’ve handled it.”

“Stop,” he cut in, his tone firm but trembling around the edges. He shifted closer, his knee brushing against your leg as he guided you carefully into his arms. “You don’t have to handle this alone. Not ever. Not with me.”

Your vision blurred, the edges of the room softening, but you felt the press of his lips against your temple, the way he tightened his hold like he could anchor you to consciousness. “Stay with me, okay? Just stay awake. Look at me.”

“I’m trying,” you whispered, your words barely audible.

“You’re not allowed to say goodbye like this,” he said fiercely, his forehead pressed to yours now, his voice low and shaking.

You let out a faint laugh that sounded more like a sob. “Bossy, huh?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, eyes glassy, “I’m allowed to be when you’re bleeding all over my clean shirt.”

The next few minutes blurred.. him lifting you carefully into his arms, carrying you down the hall to the bathroom where the light was brighter. His hands were steady now, his training kicking in, but his jaw was tight, and his expression carved with fear. He cleaned the wound with careful, efficient movements, though every hiss of pain from you made his shoulders flinch.

When he finally bandaged your side, his hands lingered on your skin, still trembling. He leaned back against the tub, pulling you gently against his chest, his arms wrapping around you like he’d never let go again.

“I thought you weren’t home,” you murmured after a long silence, exhaustion pulling at your voice as you tried to relax your body into his.

“Good thing you were wrong,” he whispered into your hair. You felt the brush of his lips against the top of your head, his hold tightening. “Because if I’d come out here and found you too late…” He cut himself off, his chest rising unevenly beneath your cheek.

You tilted your head up, meeting his eyes. They were wet, rimmed red, and his usual brightness was buried beneath the weight of fear. “Hey. I’m still here.”

He laughed shakily, pressing his forehead to yours. “Yeah. But don’t you ever — and I mean ever — try to keep this from me again. If you’re hurt, I want to know. I need to know. You hear me?”

You nodded, your hand finding his. He squeezed it tight, relief breaking across his face, and for the first time since you’d stumbled through the door, you finally let yourself breathe.

After a moment of letting you catch your breath, he guided you back to bed as though you were made of glass. One was arm firm around your waist, the other steadying your shoulder.

Every movement was careful, precise, like he was afraid one wrong touch would break you. He settled you against the pillows, pulling the blanket up, his eyes scanning you like he was memorizing every sign that you were still here.

You tried to joke — something about how he was fussing like Alfred — but your voice was too thin, and the way his jaw clenched at the sight of your weakness shut the words in your throat. His blue eyes softened, but the fear in them hadn’t faded.

“I almost lost you tonight,” he said quietly. He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, his hands still trembling slightly. His voice was low, cracked around the edges. “You came home bleeding out, and I didn’t even know. Do you have any idea what that feels like? To be here — safe — while you were out there…” He broke off, his throat working as he swallowed the rest.

You reached for him, your hand brushing his wrist. His gaze flicked to yours, and in the silence, the weight of what he wasn’t saying pressed between you.

“I’m here now,” you whispered, squeezing his wrist weakly. “You didn’t lose me.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly, before he shifted, sliding into bed beside you. He pulled you gently against his chest, one arm curling protectively around you, his other hand finding yours beneath the blanket. He laced your fingers together, holding on tight.

“Sleep,” he murmured into your hair. “I’ve got you.”

You woke hours later to the gray light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Your side still throbbed, but the pain was duller now, softened by the haze of rest. You shifted slightly and realized Dick was still beside you, slumped against the headboard.

He hadn’t changed out of his blood-stained shirt. His chin rested against his collarbone, his breathing deep but uneven, like even in sleep he couldn’t fully let go. His hand was still wrapped around yours, his grip loose but present, like his body refused to release you.

You studied him for a moment — the exhaustion in his face, the faint furrow of his brows even in rest — and your chest tightened. You squeezed his hand lightly, and his eyes blinked open almost instantly.

“Hey,” you whispered, guilt tugging at you.

He straightened, blinking the sleep from his eyes, and the second he saw you awake, relief broke over his features like sunlight through clouds. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” you admitted, your voice still hoarse. “But better.”

His shoulders sagged, his hand coming up to brush hair gently from your forehead. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you admitted softly as you kissed the corner of his mouth then gently placed a kiss on his lips.

“I know.” His voice was quieter now, steadier, but his eyes still carried the weight of the night before. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, lingering there for a moment. “Just… don’t do that again. Don’t shut me out. I can’t-..” He stopped himself, his voice thick, before finishing. “I really can’t lose you.”

You tilted your head, pressing your lips against his jaw. “You won’t.”

He let out a shaky breath, pulling you gently closer, his arms wrapping around you as though holding you could make that promise true. “Good,” he whispered into your hair. “Because I’m not going anywhere, either.”

And in the quiet of that new morning, tangled in his arms despite the pain, you believed him.

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Are they flirting or are they fighting right now? (Bruce x Danny)

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Bruce and Danny knew each other since they were young but absolutely hated one another for one reason or another. it started when a beef between the Wayne and Fentons were arguing over engineering at a late night dinner that the waynes overheard about the Fentons plans to make the portal.

From there it became an argument about if it would work or not. Thomas and Maddie were close to physically attacking each other due to how frustrating was and Martha and Jack needed to get them off each other

Bruce watching this made a snide comment about Jack to which Danny got personally offended at and now they are also arguing while jazz is trying to become the peacemaker between everyone.

The night ends up with Thomas having a bruised eye and Jack apologizing over and over to Martha meanwhile she's trying to reassure him that everything is fine with a proud mother cat Maddie showing her children her knuckles about how to punch right.

Bruce is even more pissed that his father got injured and surprise surprise him and Danny were going to the same school so from there everything became a competition from grades to social circles to friends to achievements who eats the fastest who eats the fastest properly who is more proper all the works at some point Bruce even entered a competition that Danny was entering for engineering and they both ended up disqualified because of the fact that they fought so often and the school didn't want to participate in that.

At some point every time Danny or Bruce wanted motivation they went to each other to start an argument to feel their determination with spite. They argued for a good hour and then went back to what they were doing and proceeded to work like they never had before.

That's until the murder of Bruce's parents happened and Danny's parents moved away.

At first they didn't think about each other a lot until Bruce wanted someone to argue with someone and vent his anger one night until he realized Danny wasn't there and just sat there confused. Daniel on the other hand? Just gave up completely he was trying to desperately find someone who could actually compete with him and he was doing pretty well until the portal accident and he needed spite too to actually make it through his classes and get good marks

Eventually they stopped thinking about each other decades go by and they don't see each other for a long time that's until the justice League needs to summon the ghost king but then it was on the brunch with his friends and they ended up getting dragged with them so Danny being in the justice League immediately clocks batman as Bruce and starts yelling at him for interrupting his brunch and Bruce knowing that tone of voice immediately starts arguing back and they go at it for like a good 30 minutes when everyone is trying to call each other down and Sam and Tucker are also confused and are trying to calm down Danny until he actually complete the task that the justice League wanted him for in record time.

From then on both of them started doing the same song and dance argue and get that spite as a power source.

Everyone doesn't know what to do about that. The bat kids saw Bruce like this for the first time and question if they need to interfere for the very clear anger but Cass is also confused because they spite each other on purpose and everyone gets a conspiracy theory board making up theories about who the heck Danny is and how does he know Bruce.

Eventually other heroes join in putting in their own theories and what may have happened meanwhile Alfred is at the side just nodding along watching the argument happen with a hint of nostalgia.

Eventually Danny meets Thomas and Martha in the infinite realms and somehow they actually like him after him needing some help on a particular political case.

From there on he proceeds to have tea with Martha and Thomas every Tuesday and Jack and maddie? As soon as they see Bruce they also clock him as batman and decide to make the idiot more open to his children and his emotions because damn it it's depressing to watch.

And then there's a double rivalry between them Danny and Bruce with their parents and the Waynes and Fentons with their children.

Eventually Danny and Bruce decide to go on missions together to prove points to one another and it's sort of becomes an argument slowly to flirting arguments. Like if you're in a mission with them you question if you're intruding on something by the way they slowly start to care for each other without them realizing it and let's say Bruce gets heavily injured one day and Danny is just there grilling him while also trying to hold back tears about what an idiot Bruce is and to be more careful.

Danny thinks the tears are frustration about Bruce's idiocy.

They're not.

And then the subtle flirting becomes more and more present it's very hard to ignore because every waking moment they argue the tension between them is unbearable.

Everyone hates them for this meanwhile jazz decided to have tea with Alfred watching this whole thing and they just nod along as if they expected it meanwhile Danny and Bruce have more tension between them with each passing day to the point where even rogues intentionally stop by to see the drama.

Jazz and Alfred are just waiting for the obvious conclusion to the tension.

Meanwhile the parents are fighting about who's bond is better with each other's kid.

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Danny's flight or fight response has quite the hair trigger for a few select phrases most being things vlad would say

One such being his full name a bit odd but there's a reason he always asks to be called danny

So really it's not his fault after joining the school in gotham he had been introduced to his class and he'd told them to call him danny

And he hadn't heard him all he'd heard was someone calling him danial and putting a hand on his shoulder

So really he can't be blamed for how he reacted he told everyone not to call him Daniel and he snuck up and called him daniel

How can he be blamed for breaking Damien waynes nose

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Danny's flight or fight response has quite the hair trigger for a few select phrases most being things vlad would say

One such being his full name a bit odd but there's a reason he always asks to be called danny

So really it's not his fault after joining the school in gotham he had been introduced to his class and he'd told them to call him danny

And he hadn't heard him all he'd heard was someone calling him danial and putting a hand on his shoulder

So really he can't be blamed for how he reacted he told everyone not to call him Daniel and he snuck up and called him daniel

How can he be blamed for breaking Damien waynes nose

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“Demon Twins” but they're actually demons [Danny and Dan Todd AU Prompt]

It all starts when a freshly turned Halfa Jazz, carrying Danny and Dan's cores in hers after a war against the GIW, is sent by Clockwork to the DC Universe via the Lazarus Pits.

The LOA believes Jazz is some kind of Pit Demon, and Jazz doesn't bother to correct them. She's welcomed with open arms, and is even adopted by Ra's he already let the Detective get away, and there's no way in hell he's letting that happen again.

She and Jason click, but since Jason was still suffering from side effects from his dip in the Pits, he ends up putting his revenge before his relationship with Jazz.

Oh Jason, you poor sweet summer child.

Turns out their last encounter was so emotionally charged that Danny and Dan's sleeping cores were like: “This. This is the moment”. And as a result, Jazz got pregnant.

Danyal and Dante Al Ghul-Todd are born: Dante has memories of his past life, while Danny remembers bits and pieces as he grows up.

Here I use my "Canon is my playground" trick card, messing with the timeline and making the twins older than Damian— making them Damian's bodyguards by default.

Things happen within the League, and their mothers decide to send the three of them to Gotham with their fathers.

Here, the three have different plans:

Damian wants to prove himself worthy of being Robin, and thinks having bodyguards would make that difficult.

Danny wants to explore the other cities this universe has Aliens, but he also doesn't want to leave Damian alone (the quirks of being a guardian spirit).

As soon as Dan set foot in Gotham, he had a "Fuck you, get off my garden!" "I'll shit in your fucking garden!" ahhh situation with Lady Gotham, so now he doesn't want to stay out of pure spite (but deep down, like Danny, he doesn't want to leave Damian alone. Stupid core and stupid fraid bonds).

And on top of that, even though Jazz has nothing but wonderful things to say about Jason, the twins can't help but resent him a little, and therefore, they don't want to meet him yet (well, just Danny. Dan has already marked Jason as a deadbeat dad, and you can't change his mind).

So the three of them, behind their mothers' backs, make a deal. The twins will drop Damian off in Gotham and then go off on their own under the following conditions:

1) All three will have hidden phones with only their numbers, and they will have to "check in" (which is actually chatting) daily through them.

2) They will meet in person monthly at a neutral location.

3) If Damian needs them, for whatever reason, he has to call them (either by phone or by summoning them).

And so, their paths part.

Damian joins the Batfam without too much trouble (thanks to socializing with the twins, he's more tamed than the original: like, he doesn't try to kill Tim, but he does have beef with him). And the twins, for their part, wander around for a while under the identities of Danny and Dan Nightingale, and then settle in Fawcett or Metropolis.

And from here, how the Batfam discovers the twins can vary, but here are some specific scenarios:

• Tim discovers Damian's hidden phone and secretly hacks it with Babs's help. The thing is, a misunderstanding arises because, due to Damian's way of chatting, the Batfam thinks the twins are his older brothers.

• The Batfam, after a while, decides to investigate why and where Damian runs away from home monthly.

• The Batfam is kidnapped by a cult to be used as sacrifices, and Damian hijacks the summoning ritual to summon the twins.

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Jason Todd dating someone from the League of Assasins

-only she’s not an assassin; She was their interior designer.

You’d be surprised by how often the Al Ghuls get bored with their interior and decide they need a change.

The League still needs furniture, layouts, and aesthetics. No one wants to meditate in a badly lit stone dungeon or train in a room that’s displeasing to look at.

Which is where she comes in.

She didn’t exactly apply for the job. She was unlucky enough to end up in an online bidding war with Ra’s for some vase from his past. He won, obviously.

Luckily for her, he decided she was perfect for the job.

And that is how she ended up as the League’s Interior Designer. Maybe she befriends a few gardeners or butlers. But all in all, it isn’t too shabby of a job.

The ones with the regular jobs are expected to not pay too much attention to the ongoings of the League for their own safety. (Lest one of the Al Ghuls or assassins decide they know too much and gets rid of them)

But during her time there she does learn some faces.

She vaguely registers Jason as one of the new (handsome) apprentices but other than that doesn’t think too much of it.

Time passes and she’s gotten fired (replaced by some new designer Ra’s decided was more talented) but isn’t all too upset about it. She got a couple of years of experience in her pocket now and has carved out her place in the design world as established, talented and competent.

By the time she’s on her way to running her own design firm she runs into Jason.

She barely recognizes him at first, that’s how much he’s changed.

He’s suspicious at first. Thinks it might be a ploy from the League or something.

It’s not.

They hit it off after that.

Bruce has a minor heart attack when he finds out Jason has started dating someone from the League. He worries Jason is getting pulled back into the League.

Bruce: She could be a spy Jason: B, her worst enemy is modern minimalism. I think we’ll survive.

Bruce: What about her contacts within the League? What was her influence? Jason: Dunno, guess she hung out with the gardeners a lot Bruce: …the gardeners Jason: Well she couldn’t hang out with the chefs, obviously. You think the assassins are lethal with their knives but they don’t hold a candle to those cook pricks.

Bruce: She was part of a cult Reader: No, I worked for a cult. Big difference. A cult with one hell of a budget, might I add. It might not be ethetical but the projects I got to work on sure were a good addition for my protfolio.

Bruce: She could be dangerous. Jason: The only thing dangerous about her is her side eye if your house isn’t properly decorated.

Jason: B, I get you’re worried. But she was just the girl who picked out throw pillows for assassins. The worst she’s done to me since we started dating is scold me for putting my boots on an antique rug.

Jason is right, ofcourse. The most damage she could do within the League was decorate someone’s room with glittery neons or pretty pastels if they were rude to her.

Dick thinks it’s hilarious. “Does the League have, like, a theme catalog or something?”

(They so do.)

Damian recognizes her as ‘the decorator’ back when he was a child. She used to design his room like twice a year (per Talia’s request). They may have spoken like 7 sentences total to each other during her time there.

Damian: Todd is dating you... the decorator. Tt. Reader: The child tyrant. You’ve grown into the scowl nicely.

(Though he did appreciate the time she re-did his room and added an accurate starry night sky on his ceiling. He tries to insist he doesn’t care is, but she represents one of the few gentle things he was allowed during his childhood – and that matters.)

When she enters Wayne manor for the first time, she sympathetically pats Damian on the shoulder. "Wow, you're really slumming with the poor now, huh. How ever do you survive?"

Damian huffs, "That might have worked when i was three but i can recognize sarcasm now."

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This image has so much meme potential.

Jason: Oh god, I have a baby brother now, Bruce, I said I wanted a sister...

Jason: OH GOD, He look so gay. I'm not homophobic, I've kissed so many guys, but why does my new brother look gayer than Nightwing!?

Jason: WHY DOES HE GET PANTS!? I DIDN'T GET PANTS! FAVORITISM!!!

Jason: What even is that fit??!!

Jason: I'M A TERRIBLE BROTHER!!!

Jason, sobbing: He so uglyyyyyyy—

Jason: . . . IS THAT OUR F3-$+$&ING NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR!?!?

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Crossover fic idea where John Winchester leaves Sam and Dean in Gotham for a while as he chases down a lead in the Yellow-Eyed Demon which turns into him dealing with a bunch of cases so he's gone for months. Sam is three, Dean is seven. While he's gone, Sam and Dean stay in a shitty motel in Crime Alley, and one day while Dean is out exploring and mentally mapping Crime Alley out, he meets freshly orphaned and homeless Jason Todd who's so small because of malnutrition that he's barely any bigger than Sam and imprints hard, the parental instincts he's developed as Sam's only parent since John is literally never around going crazy at the sight of such a small child alone on the streets.

Jason is inclined to trust Dean because all he sees is another little boy in clothes too big for him and too small for his age, though they're the same age but Jason recognizes malnutrition when he sees it, even if Dean isn't as bad off as him. Dean looks at Jason, marches into the nearest convenience store and comes out five minutes later with his pockets full of snacks, some stolen and some paid for. He gives Jason half of what he got, the other half is for Sammy and that gets Dean some loyalty points. He asks Jason to follow him to meet his brother and Jason is a little skeptical he's being led into a trafficking scheme but Dean says he's staying at a motel and his room has two beds so Jason could have his own bed and access to a shower while Dean and Sam share a bed. And it's so tempting after a few weeks on the streets that Jason begrudgingly goes along with it.

He's so relieved when he gets to the motel room and sees it's actually empty save for a tiny itty bitty little lump on the bed farthest from the door. And then the lump moves and a little head pokes out from beneath the blankets to reveal the cutest little baby Jason has ever seen with a tiny little nose and chubby little cheeks and fluffy brown hair. And the itty bitty little baby just calls our for "Dee" and Dean without missing a beat walks over to the bed and scoops the baby up, revealing a whole ass toddler who clings to Dean immediately. Dean's whole demeanour changes, going from little boy trying to act tough to older brother soothing his baby brother and that earns him the rest of Jason's trust.

Jason ends up staying with Sam and Dean for months until John comes back to town. He sleeps on the other bed for the first week while Dean sleeps curled up around Sammy until one particularly cold night, Jason wakes up from a nightmare and Dean just sleepily looks at him and pats the empty space on Sam's other side. Jason crawls into bed with him and Sam, and itty bitty baby Sammy is stoked to wake up sandwiched between his two big brothers because Jason has basically been adopted atp.

Jason and Dean share clothes, and during the day Jason drags them all over the poor parts of Gotham, the parts he's familiar with, and shows them all the best spots, his favorite stores, the library. By the time John shows up to pick his sons up, Sam is beginning to develop a Crime Alley accent identical to Jason's, which sounds adorable with his clumsy little baby voice. As soon as Dean gets the call that John is on his way, he buys a burner phone and puts his number in it and gives it to Jason.

Even after Sam and Dean are back on the road, Dean and Jason talk damn near nightly over the phone and text throughout the day whenever John isn't looking. After the boys are dropped off at a motel and John fucks off for a couple of weeks/months again, Dean and Jason talk for hours over the phone wirh Sammy piping in and eager to talk to Jason too until he nods off. They keep each other updated on everything going on, Jason sends so many texts when he gets picked up by Bruce ranging from "Batman is kidnapping me HELP" to "ayo I think I just got sold to a billionaire start a GoFundMe to buy me back" to "false alarm guys I'm getting adopted, he's chill like that"

Dean almost finds a way to strangle him over text.

They continue their regularly scheduled texts and calls and then Dean, who is using a random credit card under a fake name to pay for the Gotham newspaper to be mailed to wherever the fuck he's staying at sees ONE picture of Jaybin and thinks "wait, I know those curls." and that night calls him like "YOU GOT ADOPTED BY FUCKING BATMAN??" Jason, who felt so guilty that he couldn't tell Dean is like half relieved and half incredulous because how the fuck did Dean know IMMEDIATELY.

Whenever John has any case in New Jersey, Dean pesters him into leaving them in Gotham, saying he wants a chance to see Batman. Jason just tells Bruce he's gonna be staying with a friend and moves into whatever Motel room Sam and Dean are staying in until John comes back; Jason still goes on patrol but returns to the motel with Sam and Dean at the end of it and refuses to say why to anyone until Alfred asks and Jason spills that he has these two boys he sees as brothers and they're rarely in Gotham so whenever they are, he stays with them to maximize time spent with them until they have to leave town again.

Bruce just heard 'father abandons his two young sons in a motel in the most dangerous city in the US' and goes "😧🧐" and convinces Jason to invite Dean and Sam into the manor. Dean is so excited to be meeting Batman but trying to act chill about it and Sam has no such restraint. Bruce is genuinely baffled when it comes out that they know his identity and Jason immediately swears he didn't tell them but that they figured it out by themselves. They stay in the manor until John calls Dean that he's coming back, at which point Dean and Sam head back to the motel room. While they're staying in the manor, Dean joins Alfred and Jason in the kitchen and Alfred damn near has tears in his eyes to finally have grandsons who prefers to stay at home instead of going out at night to beat up criminals. Dean is SO domestic when given a chance that he and Jason literally just clean all day. For fun. Before they go with Sam to the library to read for hours.

Dick comes to visit while Sam and Dean are there and deadass almost has a heart attack because "Bruce when DID YOU GET TWO MORE KIDS-" and Bruce has to explain that they're not his, he's just watching them for a little while. Dick is so wary that those two little babies are gonna end up in suits but they just join Alfred in the cave during patrol, not even on comms but just looking over case files for fun. It's so baffling but so relieving that they don't want to be vigilantes, and Bruce, Dick, and Alfred all get insanely attached to Sam and Dean and are actually sad to see them go whenever John picks them up again.

In the years Jason lives at the manor, literally the second he catches wind that the Winchesters are coming back to Gotham he's telling Alfred and Bruce, even though after their first stay both Bruce and Alfred had Dean's number and he had theirs. Dean and Alfred also regularly keep in touch and half of their conversations are sharing cooking and cleaning tips and the other half is discussing classic literature. Alfred, Jason and Dean have a book club, just the three of them. Sam and Dean have their own room in the family wing (they can't sleep apart) and have their own couch in the library right next to Jason's armchair. They have their own seats at the table. They're Waynes in all but name. Bruce was super wary at first when he looked into John until Dean told him about the monsters, how some appeared human, how some required grave desecration. Bruce wasn't happy about it but at least it wasn't humans they were killing.

Since Jason was adopted, he was never spotted without his burned phone. He always had it on him unless he was on patrol, in which case he kept it in his room for fear of dropping it. That phone was his most prized possession. Dean was across the country when Jason had his argument with Bruce and ran away to Ethiopia. Dean was spamming the phone but couldn't do anything but tell Bruce where Jason was going and even then it was too late. When Dean hears that Jason has died, his heart absolutely broke. Sam, who has known Jason for as long as he could remember, is absolutely inconsolable.

The grief is a wound they learn to live around. Dean texts Jason's number even knowing he won't get a response. They go to Gotham still, to visit Alfred and Bruce which both hurts and helps because Dean is so similar to Jason but Sam and Dean are family and Bruce would never turn them away. In the cave, Dean sees the memorial case and actually loses it on Bruce that Jason was more than a good soldier and to take that shit down immediately, that tormenting and hurting himself like that won't teach him anything and that if he doesn't take it down Dean will smash it to pieces so Bruce puts it away begrudgingly.

When Dean is allowed to go on his first solo hunt at seventeen, he makes a detour through Gotham. He was trained and raised by an ex-marine and has insider knowledge on how Batman operates and surveils the city and the rogues in Arkham. He knows how to avoid getting caught and breaks the Joker out; he makes it seem like the clown broke out by himself and left town for a scheme. Meanwhile, Dean kills him without remorse and burns the body, makes sure nothing remains of the Joker. Bruce knows who it was but is both relieved and angry; angry only at himself that Dean's hand was forced.

Jason comes back to Gotham as the Red Hood, Talia's poison in his head. He starts laying down the groundwork to become a crime lord only to realize the Joker is gone, confirmed dead. He's confused because he had been told so many times that no one bothered to avenge him. Jason, confused and lost, goes back to his grave and digs it up; he finds his coffin empty save for his precious burner phone. He goes through it and finds dozens of texts from Dean over the two years that he was gone, the last of which includes a confession to killing the Joker.

Jason temporarily abandons Gotham to track Dean down. Dean was sent to Sonny's at sixteen but I'm pushing it back until he was seventeen, so he was at Sonny's when Jason first went looking for him. It takes Jason the better part of a YEAR because, despite him being a trained assassin and a detective, now that Dean is hunting on his own it's harder to track him because he only stays in a town or city for a week at most to complete whatever case he's on before moving on. Jason goes through everything that sounds to be connected to hunters but can't differentiate what could be Dean vs what could have been John. Even going through Hunter channels is hard because Dean rarely is in contact with anyone but Bobby and even that's sporadic.

Finally, Dean and Jason reunite and obviously Dean doesn't believe Jason came back from the dead so he's put through every test under the sun while Dean quizzes him on things only they would know. Jason passes, obviously, and Jason is worried Dean might not accept him anymore because he's changed so much. Dean has literally no such qualms and after hugging Jason within an inch of his life, he drags Jason back to the motel he's staying at to tell Sam the good news. A tearful reunion later and Jason decides to stay with Sam and Dean for a few months. Later that night, he tells Dean the whole story; why he ran away, how Sheila sold him out, how he got thrown into a Lazarus pit and the side effects of that, everything Talia told him. Jason spills his guts and doesn't spare a single detail.

Dean listens, and when he hears about what Talia told Jason, he's shaking his head and setting Jason straight. Bruce's grief drove him to nearly kill himself, and he did try to avenge Jason. It took Superman holding him back because Bruce almost killed the Joker with his bare hands, and in his grief Bruce was so much more aggressive that it's a miracle he was putting people only in the ICU and not the morgue. Dean has receipts, pulls out texts between him and Dick, him and Alfred, him and Bruce, he even pulls out texts with him and TIM because of course Dean is keeping in contact with the new Robin. He pulls out newspapers of one of Gotham's darkest periods, where the city mourned Jason and Robin and Batman became a shadow to fear instead of a hero to look up to. Dean is grim faced as he lays out exactly how much Jason's death tore his family apart before pulling out receipts of everything Bruce has done in Jason's name since. More shelters, more libraries, huge donations to construction in Crime Alley, frequenting small Crime Alley businesses and letting the press see him to get the businesses more attention.

Dean also points out that the pit must be clouding his mind more than he realized because the Jason he knew would NEVER try to hurt a child. Jason is flabbergasted as all of the lies he's been told completely unravel. He still stays with Sam and Dean, joining them on hunts as he fixes his worldview and comes up with a plan on what to do. Like a year and a half after he left Gotham, Jason parts ways with Sam and Dean and returns home, at this point he's almost 20.

He continues where he left off, still becomes a crime lord but has completely left Batman and Robin alone. He wants to return home but doesn't know how. The one big change is that Jason doesn't cut those heads off in a duffle bag, he cuts off hands. He uses rubber bullets. He doesn't kill, as much as he really wants to; he wants to do things his way but he also doesn't want to lose a chance to go home. He sets up his bass, builds a gang, established territory and the number one rule is to keep Robin safe. Protect the sex workers and no dealing to kids are rules #2 and #3.

Bruce thought for a split second Dean might have become a crime lord before he got in touch with Dean who was working a case in another state and realized it wasn't him. He doesn't approve of the rogue and his violence but he's also not as aggressive when fighting Red Hood as he could be. Jason as Red Hood comes to Robin's aid literally every single time he catches wind that Tim might be in danger.

Jason looks at Tim for the first time and gets hit with parental instincts so strong he almost doubles over and it hits him this is what Dean must have felt when he first saw him.

Jason falls into a tentative alliance with the Bats. Sam still has his blowup argument with John about wanting to quit the hunting life and Dean backs Sam instead of playing peacemaker. John disowns them both for it. Dean isn't quite ready to leave the hunting life behind but he takes Sam to Stanford and stays in California until Sam has found an apartment with Dean's help, has moved in and is starting his classes. Dean promises to keep in touch and call him nightly, and Sam is a little sad Dean won't join him right now but has hope it might happen eventually. Dean hauls ass to Gotham and as soon as he's in the city, Jason demands Dean move in with him.

Jason will always appreciate how Dean let him stay with him when they first met, how he gave him a bed and clothes and food when he barely had money or food for himself. Dean moves in with Jason and despite Jason having a two bedroom apartment they share a room because Dean isn't used to sleeping alone and needs to hear someone breathing to be able to fall asleep and Jason agrees because Dean helps the nightmares go away.

Dean settles and demands to work for Jason. Jason doesn't want to get Dean involved in his gang activity and Dean is like "I literally killed the Joker. I killed a wendigo last month. I killed a poltergeist last week." And Jason is like "FINE 🙄" and makes Dean his lieutenant/second hand.

Dean bullies Jason into signing up for online school to complete his GED and Jason bullies Dean into the same so that's what they do during the day and some nights. They alternate. On nights Jason is in class, hurt, or studying, Dean takes over as Red Hood since by this point they have similar builds. When Dean is studying, exhausted, or busy with case work since he's basically a detective too, Jason is out as Red Hood. His gang and the Crime Alley residents get good at telling who's who.

Alfred, Bruce and Tim know that Dean moved to Gotham finally, though Jason hasn't announced that he's back yet. Dean goes over to Wayne Manor weekly to catch up with Alfred, help Tim with his English homework, and help Bruce with his casework. He'll raid the library and leave the manor after dinner or maybe the following morning with a backpack full of text books he and Jason need for school and books they've been wanting to read and he'll return them to exchange them on his next visit.

Dean, working as Jason's lieutenant, has a red muzzle type mask along with a black domino like this -

Also, Jason teaches Dean everything he learned in the league of Assassins and Dean teaches Jason everything he learned from his dad so they share skills. Since Jensen Ackles voiced Jason in Under the Red Hood, I headcanon that Dean and Jason sound identical and their voices are impossible to tell apart because Dean learned how to mimic Jason's accent the first time he was in Gotham and just used it whenever he's back in Gotham. Another headcanon is that because Dean has been in every state before, he can mimic each accent perfectly to better blend in and draw less attention to himself.

At this point, Dean only hunts when there's a case in or surrounding Gotham but no longer seeks them out. His and Sam's relationship is closer than over because they're bonding over the stress of studying for college since Dean completed his GED and applied to Gotham University. Sam and Dean go visit each other pretty frequently, and Jess and Dean get along like a house on fire. I headcanon Jess as a literature nerd so she fits right in with Dean and Jason, whom Dean and Sam Skype nightly. Jess is added to Jason, Dean and Alfred 's bookclub. One time that Jason joined Dean on a visit to Stanford, he clocked Brady immediately and used the All-Blades to kill the demon and free Brady. Jess witnessed it and had to be told about the supernatural. She took some time to adjust but that was the last secret Sam kept from her and after that, she moved in with him.

Back in Gotham, Black Mask ambushes Red Hood and his gang. In the ensuing shootout, Dean died by Black Mask's hand and Jason goes apeshit, killing any enemy in his path before calling Sam, hysterical, to break the news. Sam hauls ass to Gotham, Jess in tow. Jason says they're burying Dean just in case he comes back, and Sam agrees, says he would have suggested it if Jason hadn't. Jason enlists Jess and Sam's help on how to plan for Black Mask's downfall, and the three scheme how to tear down his criminal empire before Jason executes him for killing Dean.

Jason calls Bruce to tell him the news about Dean, which is how Bruce finds out Jason is alive. The joy of his return is stolen by the grief of Dean's death and that breaks Bruce all over again. Jess and Sam move to Gotham, into Jason's spare room and transfer to Gotham University. Tim and Sam get along like a house on fire and Alfred loves Jess like a granddaughter, being playfully pointed to Bruce about how she's going to medical school while SOMEONE dropped out...

Someone is at Dean's grave every single day just in case he comes back. All Jason knows is that it took six months for him, but it takes four for Dean, who crawls out of his grave one rainy night after Sam left. He goes to his and Jason's apartment to find Jason, Jess, and Sam scheming and he's like "what'd I miss" and immediately coughs up some dirt he swallowed when he crawled out of his grave. After every test under the sun, the four go to Wayne Manor and Alfred actually cries when he sees Dean because he would NOT have been able to take the grief that Dean wouldn't come back. His hope that Dean would return was so tentative but it was rewarded. Dick, hearing Dean died, had moved into the manor and Tim had been adopted ages ago when Alfred got an "anonymous" tip (it was Dean) that Jack and Janet Drake were gone for months at a time.

Everyone settled into a routine again, there are weekly family dinners that lead to movie nights. Sam, Dean, and Jess still stay out of the vigilante business but help on the detective side of things and work on the cave with Alfred while the others are on patrol. After Dean came back to life, Sam and Jess moved out of Jason's apartment and moved into the apartment across the hall rent free because Jason owns the building. Both are unemployed but taking classes, Gotham U's tuition is stupid cheap because Gotham's water is contaminated with so many toxins it's almost glowing green and rogues escape every other week.

Jess is taught a bunch of moves and how to use weapons from everyone, though. Everyone has different skills to teach her. She goes home exhausted and bruised to the bone every night but also super proud of what she's doing and all she's learning.

Because Sam and Jess hauled ass to Gotham when they heard Dean died, neither were in their apartment at Stanford when Azazel came to kill Jess. Frustrated, he tracks them to Gotham and as soon as he's in Jason and Dean's apartment since the four were having dinner together, Jason kills him with the All-Blades.

Sam and Jess both end up working for Jason too because they loved scheming with him on how to take down Black Mask and get hired as his tacticians, given the same muzzle type mask + domino as Dean. Jason ends up not killing Black Mask but letting Dean do the honors instead. Bruce knows Dean did it and Jason orchestrated it but also can't bring himself to be mad when he has two miracle boys that came back from the dead to him.

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AU where Jason ends up getting thrown back in time, like Martha and Thomas are still alive and Bruce is a toddler back in time, maybe after the confrontation at the end of Under the Red Hood. He gets settled, perhaps he's mostly mute due to the damage to his throat, and is like 'fuck it, I'm gonna work for the Waynes' and applies to be a butler. Alfred vets him obviously, does the most thorough background check and what he finds is a heart working, kind hearted young man down on his luck (Jason still loves Crime Alley and gives what he can, isn't a crime lord anymore, lives in a shitty apartment, volunteers at shelters and the like, is a handyman in his building and is always repairing shit for his neighbors) so Alfred approves him.

Bruce, who is a toddler and has yet to lose all his emotional competence, gets attached to Jason immediately and is always following him around as Jason tries to clean and shit lmao. Bruce chatters away and toddles behind Jason wherever the fuck he is, and Jason nods along as he's dusting and sweeping and cleaning. At first, Thomas and Martha were a little wary of how much Bruce loved Jason, thinking maybe Jason was doing something like emotional manipulation but no, kids just fucking love him.

Jason...has no clue what is going on, what his life has become, why he even applied to work with the Waynes to begin with. He's just going along with it because the pay is really good (obviously, cuz they're so fucking rich) and he's keeping just enough to keep himself afloat and the rest, he's finding ways to give back to Crime Alley. Martha and Thomas and Alfred know, obviously, and it just helps them warm up to him all the more.

He works for them for a few years, at one point Thomas convinced Jason to get surgery for his throat so talking no longer hurts and he can actually talk more. Then on the night they go to the theater, Jason follows them. In that alleyway, Joe Chill draws his gun and Jason tackles him to the ground. Martha is clutching Bruce close, scooped him against her chest and his little arms around her neck, both of them trembling, Thomas is in front of them and guarding his wife and son with his own body. Jason takes a couple shots to the chest before wrestling the gun out of Chill's hands. He grabs the gun, points it at Chill's head with one hand and with the other pulls out his phon and calls the cops, who are there in minutes.

It's only after Chill is in handcuffs and a cop is attempting to talk Jason down ("It's over, son. You did good. You can relax now, everyone's safe.") that he drops the gun, realizes he's been shot, and just bolts. Thomas tries to run after him, he just saved hiz and his family's lives, but even injured, Jason outruns him.

Thomas, Martha, and Bruce are all understandably shaken as hell. Bruce is mildly traumatized and inconsolable thinking Jason is going to die from his injuries because he ran before he could get help. Thomas is frantically trying to track Jason down as Martha tries to soothe her inconsolable son, Alfred is now 100% sure Jason used to be part of a gang or was a former soldier like him.

Jason doesn't show up at work for like a week and Alfred manages to find him since Jason abandoned his apartment and holed up in a safehouse because it's habit for him at this point to have multiple safe houses at all times, to have places to run. Alfred is half expecting Jason to have bled out from what he heard. Jason is shaky as hell, definitely still recovering but not dead because of the Lazarus pit healing factor.

Alfred is concerned because this boy has grown on him so much (Jason imprinted on Alfie on sight) that he insists on making sure Jason is patched up properly and Jason is too physically weak to argue. Alfred comes to the conclusion that Jason is a meta and drags Jason to Wayne Manor to properly recover (Martha and Thomas have a room set up for Jason; all of their staff has the option to live at the manor and most have taken them up on the offer, Jason is one of the few who hasn't). The Wayne's are so relieved when Alfred drags Jason in, Bruce basically attaches himself to Jason's hip and cannot be pried off, Thomas who is a surgeon insists on checking Jason over. Jason is trying to assure everyone that he's okay, he has a healing factor, he'll be fine in a few days but no one is listening and insist he take it easy and rest.

He tries to resume his duties the following day and Alfred almost smacks him over the head for walking around with several healing gunshot wounds. Jason has yet to realize Thomas, Martha, and Alfred have basically adopted him, Bruce is keeping Jason in the manor by bursting into tears whenever Jason tries to leave.

Yes, it's all coming together...then many years later when Haly's circus comes to town, Jason shows up tells Haly about the sabotaged equipment, that he saw Tony Zucco do it. Haly calls off the acrobat show, saving John and Mary Grayson in the process. Haly tells them someone warned him about their equipment and they track him down to thank him personally because he saved them and Dick.

When Jack and Janet start going on archeology digs for months at a time, Jason starts going over to Drake Manor almost daily to check in on little Tim, who imprints on Jason so hard. Thomas and Martha, still alive and growing older are joking around like "Are you leaving us for the Drakes? What are they offering you? We can pay you more" and Jason just shows up with Tim one day and he's like "Meet your grandson."

Jason puts down the rogues as they appear, or helps the ones he can. The Joker never gets the chance to become as big as he does, he gets killed immediately 💀 Jason also helps Bruce with WE, and starts so many social programs and programs to help the poorer parts of Gotham which greatly brings down crime (I don't care if Gotham is canonically cursed, this is an AU where it's not) Damian is never born, whenever Haly's circus cycles back to Gotham, the Graysons and Waynes hang out, Tim gets legally adopted by Jason pretty young and Thomas and Martha adopted Jason when he was a young adult so both he and Tim are Waynes, idk much about Stephanie Brown but Arthur didn't become Cluemaster because anyone who tried to become a major criminal died, Duke's parents were never hit with Joker Venom because the Joker didn't have time to make the venom, and Jason took a vacation to rescue Cass when she was a few months old.

He killed David Cain and fought Shiva to get to adopt Cass and he raises her in Wayne Manor, where he has moved and it's a home full of love. The Graysons come over whenever they can and send letters when they're traveling. Thomas and Martha invite them to move in when John and Mary retire and Dick settles down in Gotham to find another job because he won't perform without his parents, and he ends up teaching gymnastics.