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There is a specific thing that I love the most in Jason Todd centric fics — the slow build-up of the trust between him and his family members once things start fixing.

Not an instant "We talked once and hugged him, all good now", but the "Yeah, we just spoke, and things seem clearer, but I am still guarded and distrusting, so nothing special happens", because, honestly, with the amount of trauma it won't work otherwise.

Give me more Jason, who is not used to hugs and touches — who flinches if his family initiates it or just freezes awkwardly, not really responding back. Give me more Jason, who still carefully picks out what to say to his family — he bothers to filter his thoughts now, since they have a truce, but he still doesn't trust them with everything; especially his feelings. The Batfam, who is happy at changes at first, until they realise that they are not moving anywhere forward, they are just stuck on neutral point — they still don't know much about Jason, and he still feels tense around them. Jason, who is too afraid to move their relationship anywhere further, because he can't risk ruining a fragile peace now. So, he overthinks his actions and what to say (would Bruce be mad if he knew that I got involved with helping juvenile kids, does he still think that I am a bad influence? Will Dick get sad if he finds out I am hanging out with Roy and Kory again? Will Tim and Damian—) and chooses to stay silent. Too quiet. Almost shy.

It is an unfamiliar sight for the others, but Bruce stares at him, seeing the freshly adopted Jason again, too cautious and scared, afraid of being thrown back on the streets.

And he thinks it was easier to deal with it when he wasn't the one to cause these intrusive thoughts.

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Lin is working overtime:

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Random Funny Batman… Stephanie and Duke Sass the Joker

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Bruce and Jason, who accidentally fix their relationship in a relative secret and distance from the rest of the family (Alfred excluded, of course), and decide to keep this fact as a secret from the rest of the family, just for fun. Because, let's be honest, Bruce is no less a brat than Jason is, he is just better at hiding it the older he gets.

Dick, sighing: Listen, I am about to invite Jason to this family dinner. And I don't care if you want it or not! And if you try to sabotage this day by your moral code lectures, I'll have a word with you! Bruce, indifferent, while messaging Jason at the same time: Mhm.

(On the other part of Manor) Tim: Honestly, I am not giving you a choice here. You will come to this dinner, Jason. Just... just ignore Bruce, alright? Jason, dramatically huffing, while liking Bruce's messages: Yeah, yeah, WHATEVER! Alfred: ...My circus. My monkey. I shall stay collected, nevertheless.

Damian: Father had been disappearing after patrols lately. I can't track him... What do we think is going on? Is he found himself a new child he plans to adopt soon? We can't get another sibling. Tim: Relax. He is probably into a new woman. Or a man. Whatever. Dick, worried: Guys, what if it is another villain or rogue? Jason, with whom Bruce spends time after patrol by munching fast food on the skirts of town: ...Lol Damian: That's not funny, Todd. Barbara, who knows everything: ...It is funny. Dick: Babs!

Tim: You know, Jason had been surprisingly chill lately. I knew he was doing better, but he stopped avoiding Manor that much. Bruce, arching his eyebrows: Alright? Tim: Do you think... maybe you two can finally talk? And fix your mess? Bruce, who just came to the cave after reading session with Jason, hiding his smile behind a sad face: I don't know, chump. It is complicated.

Dick, calling Jason randomly: Urgh, B is such a bitch! Jason, gasping: Right? Tell me about it! Bruce, sighing from his side of the couch as Jason puts The Crown show on his television: ...

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Bruce and Jason, who accidentally fix their relationship in a relative secret and distance from the rest of the family (Alfred excluded, of course), and decide to keep this fact as a secret from the rest of the family, just for fun. Because, let's be honest, Bruce is no less a brat than Jason is, he is just better at hiding it the older he gets.

Dick, sighing: Listen, I am about to invite Jason to this family dinner. And I don't care if you want it or not! And if you try to sabotage this day by your moral code lectures, I'll have a word with you! Bruce, indifferent, while messaging Jason at the same time: Mhm.

(On the other part of Manor) Tim: Honestly, I am not giving you a choice here. You will come to this dinner, Jason. Just... just ignore Bruce, alright? Jason, dramatically huffing, while liking Bruce's messages: Yeah, yeah, WHATEVER! Alfred: ...My circus. My monkey. I shall stay collected, nevertheless.

Damian: Father had been disappearing after patrols lately. I can't track him... What do we think is going on? Is he found himself a new child he plans to adopt soon? We can't get another sibling. Tim: Relax. He is probably into a new woman. Or a man. Whatever. Dick, worried: Guys, what if it is another villain or rogue? Jason, with whom Bruce spends time after patrol by munching fast food on the skirts of town: ...Lol Damian: That's not funny, Todd. Barbara, who knows everything: ...It is funny. Dick: Babs!

Tim: You know, Jason had been surprisingly chill lately. I knew he was doing better, but he stopped avoiding Manor that much. Bruce, arching his eyebrows: Alright? Tim: Do you think... maybe you two can finally talk? And fix your mess? Bruce, who just came to the cave after reading session with Jason, hiding his smile behind a sad face: I don't know, chump. It is complicated.

Dick, calling Jason randomly: Urgh, B is such a bitch! Jason, gasping: Right? Tell me about it! Bruce, sighing from his side of the couch as Jason puts The Crown show on his television: ...

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Damian: Tim told me that brown is just navy orange, and for the last ten minutes I’ve been debating on verbally agreeing with him. …

Jason, over coms: I lost Damian. Dick: How did you LOSE Damian?! Jason: To be fair, he is very small. Dick: HE’S A CHILD

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I think about a very important part of Bruce’s dynamic with all his gaggle of adopted children is he doesn't care if they see him as their father. They're his children.

Barbara and Steph don't see him as their father. But those are Bruce’s daughters, and he'll take care of them.

Tim and Dick didn't see him as a dad for a good while after their parents' deaths because they were grieving and didn't want to replace them. Bruce saw them as his sons even when they couldn't see him as their dad, and he saw them as his sons when they could.

Duke still has a father and mother, even if they're lost at the moment. Bruce is NOT his father. He has a father, and he's going to get better if Duke has anything to say about it, goddammit. That's Bruce’s baby and he'll protect him no matter what.

Jason can scream from the rooftops that Bruce isn't his father, and Bruce might even agree with him verbally in a fit of anger. But that's his son, that's his baby. And he'll protect him.

I truly believe that Bruce's love is unconditional. He doesn't expect his children to see him as a father, and he doesn't want them to feel like they have to leave behind their real parents. But those are his children, even if he's not their father.

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Wayne Manor is cursed. Like really fucking cursed. It's overwhelmed by years and years of curses. And due to all the curses compounding throughout the years, it's gotten to the point that even being near the manor is a hazard to somebody's life. Bruce, begrudgingly, calls in the JLD to see if they could do something about it. And they can!!! But it'll take between a few weeks to a few months (Bruce: A FEW MONTHS!!!) to get rid of at least most of the curses.

Ok, Bruce can deal with this. He'll just have move to his penthouse at the top of WE. What he didn’t expect was for the rest of his brood to follow him.

Bruce: Alfred, Duke, and Damian are no question. I even understand why Tim would follow me here, but the rest of you? ...Stephanie? Why? Don't you have your own homes? Safe houses???

Dick, Jason, Stephanie, Cass, and Barbara: *staring at Bruce incredulously*

Dick: You know we live at the manor like... 80% time right?

Stephanie: *stuffing her face with Alfred's freshly baked cookies* Yeah what's so different about this?

Cue WE's employees and just Gotham, in general, witnessing first-hand the insanity that is the Wayne family.

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fuck it, reblog to give the person you rb'ed this from a freshly baked buttery croissant.

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Imagine, JL doesn't know about Batman's family, and Batman's at a JL meeting running on 3 hours of sleep in the past few days and he slips up and says "My kids" and then everyone, including Batman, is silent.

They are silent and waiting for Batman to say something before they start asking questions.

"My KIDS"

He stands up and runs out the meeting room and to the zetas or his plans yelling something about leaving them all to patrol Gotham without adult supervision from one of the sirens or Batwing or Batwoman because even though at least 3 of them are adults, they are siblings.

All maturity with siblings flies out the window when you're around each other.

Anyways, the JL are entirely confused and yelling out to Batman about what kids and what supervision but he's long gone by then.

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Jason: *walks into living room and pauses, looking at tim* uh Tim: *frowns as he looks up from a book* what? Jason: um. Tim: dude. Spit it out. Jason: *still staring* you like that book? Tim: yeah I’m really loving it! It’s a new bestseller, Steph recommended it. It’s a fun fantasy. ‘S got dragons and the romance is nice and Jane Austen-esque. You should read it, it’s right up your alley. Jason: uh. Okay. I’ll, uh, look into it. And, uh, what about the author? Know anything about them? Tim: *frowns* aside from the fact that there’s like, no information about them, no Jason: *chuckles nervously* ah, yeah. Haha.

Jason, later to his editor: hey can we change my pseudonym? I wanna use “Todd Peter” and see how long it takes for my brother to yell at me editor: Jason that’s not how pseudonyms work

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Typical day at the Agency where Dazai and Yosano are hung over and both of them are trying to hide it from Kunikida.

Ranpo’s in the corner casually listening to music and putting it just a little louder when Kunikida walks by.

Because Ranpo wasn’t invited because he was out checking out a new sweet shop. But that doesn’t make him any less petty.

Kunikida has no idea.

Yosano and Dazai are suffering and side eyeing Ranpo who grins.

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Bruce, giving teen!Jason the shittiest car driving lesson ever: And remember, if you still hadn't figured out how to park, and a police officer tries to fine you for that, just tell your name backwards. The CGPD has too much job to actually search for you afterwards. They will just have a pile on your name in their department. And I didn't tell you that, but their system hadn't been updated well for ages. So, they won't be able to tell for sure if you are lying about your name or not. 16!Jason, nodding: Sounds cool. Bruce: ...It is not cool, but Alfred said it works, so we listen to Alfred.

(Years later, pre-reveal)

Batman, standing on the rooftop: So, Jim... anything new? Jim Gordon: Yeah, you know, nothing, actually. Except for an asshole, whose parking fines are filling my whole fucking cabinet. He keeps putting his bike anywhere he wants, especially next to our building - an audacity! - and then, disappears after receiving a fine. I can't find him anywhere. Batman, chuckling: That's smart. Jim Gordon: Yeah, fuck him. Tason Jodd, my ass. Who fucking names their kid like that? Batman, with his smile disappearing: ...What. Jim Gordon: What? Batman: ...Jim. I need you to call me the next time this guy appears. Jim Gordon, concerned: Hey, this is just a teenager. It is fine, no need to break his spine or something- Batman: Use Bat-signal next time you see him. I am serious. Jim Gordon: ...What the hell. Sure?

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Tim: Okay, we will just keep it in a secret for a while...

Dick: Oh, how hard it can be, anyway?

Damian: Right. No one wants to remember this.

Jason, spawning behind their backs: You suck at being secretive. What's up?

Dick, giggling nervously: A-ah, Little Wing, uh—

Jason: Well? Whatever it is, I am going to find it out one way or another.

Tim: Promise not to freak out? It is about Bruce.

Jason, crossing fingers behind his back: Promise.

Damian: Father had found himself a new love interest. And it is unbecoming.

Jason, confused: Uh, alright? Why would I care—

Tim, blurting out: It is Joe Chill's daughter.

Jason: Who tf—

Jason: ...Joe Chill, like Martha and Thomas Wayne's killer Joe Chill?

Dick: ...Yeah. That one guy.

Jason: ...

Jason: Yeah, honestly, the fuck I expected when I asked him to kill Joker... He can't even avenge his own ass. Not just that. HE DATES HIS DAUGHTER?

Damian: ...My mother is literally right here.

Dick: Or auntie Selina.

Tim: And Clark. Or even Oliver. Or even Hal—

Jason: I am so *not* joining family dinners anymore.

Dick: Yeah... Anyway, B asked to keep it away from Alfred for a while.

Alfred, ominously appearing in the dark corner of the room: It is a little bit late, gentlemen.

Boys: (nervous gulping)

Alfred, surprisingly calm: Of course, we shall not blame children for sins of their parents. I believe this woman could be better than her father ever was.

Alfred: I am happy for master Bruce. Of course.

Alfred: By the way, do you, boys, prefer poison or bullet?

Dick, nervous: Hey, I am pretty sure the poor girl—

Alfred: Who said anything about the lady?

Tim, whistling: Well, Cass would be delighted to inherit a cowl so soon...

Jason: Okay, you all, let's all just do whatever we think Thomas and Martha would like us to do in this situation...

Dick: Yeah, they probably would be happy for—

Alfred: Thomas would choose a gun.

Boys: (nervous giggle)

Dick, whispering: I'll message B to leave the town.

Tim: Ask him to hide at Kent's. Maybe he can still be saved.

Jason: I'll message Mama Cat. Someone needs to fuck his brain back.

Damian: ...I rather not bother mother. Either way, she will kill Father faster than Alfred will.

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percy jackson canonically loves led zepplin, driving, basketball, and is a terrible singer. he loves his mom more than anyone (except wifey), he brags about his bad dance moves, he knows about technology and social media but doesn’t know how to use it for the life of him, he knows a bunch of random trivia (from annabeth), and he makes horrible cheesy jokes every 3.5 seconds.

i fear he is in fact a suburban white dad

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Bruce Wayne is definitely that father. The father who buys stuff in bulk the second he hears his kids like it. You open the pantry the day after you mention around Bruce you like any kind of food, and that’s the only thing you see for the next five months.

Tim snacking on something he found in the foyer, working on a case while needing a nap, seeing Bruce enter: mh..

Bruce seeing him: hm?

Tim holding up the snack: Mhm.

Bruce: hmm…

Tim the next day, freshly awake from a 10 hour long coma nap, entering the foyer: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Said snack being the only thing on the first 10 shelves.

Bruce walking by: I went shopping.