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“Oh that’s a fun little insult I gotta write that down—“

Stares in horror after realising that I’m reading my own work in progress

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I usually think I’m a pretty calm person with a semi-coherent hold on my sanity—

Then I start writing again

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Okay hear me out:

Fic idea where Jason takes the notion of a secret identity to the extreme—because the Bats can’t know who he is now, what he’s become—so the reveal doesn’t happen how it’s supposed to. All the Bats see is the Red Hood, going around killing people and gaining a higher body count than the Joker (I’d imagine Jason’s fuelled by rage still, and he’s taking out large operations all at once). So they decide they need to stop this guy and send him to Arkham so he can stop hurting all these people.

And when Jason finally gets caught, in a moment of distraction or just shock from seeing one of the Batfamily so up close, they threaten to take him to Arkham. To which Jason panics because he can’t go there, that’s where the Joker is—

But he can’t get out of the situation, and there’s no way he’s spilling his identity to the Bats when this is what he’s like now, and he can’t stop it. And when they try to take of the mask, Jason warns them that it’s rigged to blow, so he’s simply shipped off to Arkham, the Bats ridding themselves of him before they even bother to figure out who the Red Hood really is.

And then Jason’s in Arkham, and he hears the Joker’s laughter everywhere he goes, and he’s stuck in these walls, surrounded by the enemies that used to haunt his patrols when he was younger, sometimes even his nightmares—and he’s realises that he’s never getting out. The Bats don’t care about him, and he knows he’s going to be stuck here forever.

(And, just, think about the angst? Imagine if the Joker finds out about Jason—even if not completely, but he sees how scared Jason is of him. And then the taunts start, and Jason tries everything to get out, but he’s literally secured in a hellscape made just for him.)

Okay but even worse: Bruce stops by a few weeks later to ask the Red Hood some questions: about his operations, about where he learned to fight like that, etc.

He walks into the Red Hood’s cell, stoic as ever, only to find the son he thought was dead, staring back at him with the world’s most haunted look in his eyes and anger practically vibrating off him in waves.

(Someone write this for me PLEASE—)

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Instead of actually committing to working on the long fic idea that I have a whole outline for, I wrote this! Haha ha…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/68063621

(At least I wrote something?)

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Damian: what was it that you called me yesterday?

Tim: a parakeet

Damian: and that was an insult…how?

Tim, growing frustrated: because parakeets are the most annoying bird, and it’s not a robin

Damian: so you’re saying I’m annoying

Tim: yes

Damian: and that I’m not robin?

Tim: yes. wait wha—

Damian, smirking and cupping his hands to his mouth, full sending it: BRUCEEE TIM’S BEING MEAN AGAIN AND SAYING IM NOT ROBIN—

Tim, throwing his head in his hands: I regret ever teaching you brotherly behaviour

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every sentence I write feels like I’m trying to wrestle with gravity while simultaneously falling off of a skyscraper

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reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

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Ask and ye shall receive :)

Hopefully this satisfies the headcanon lol---I took a bit of my own spin on it xD

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66286654

I propose to you: Jason as the most tactile of the Batfamily.

As Robin, he was always initiating and seeking physical contact of some sort; hugs, piggy-back rides, holding hands, cuddling, even pulling people's hair if he was annoyed enough.

And now, he still needs it, desperately, but he's afraid of the vulnerability and trust and closeness. He wants a hug or a hair ruffle or a shoulder pat so bad but he's also terrified of that need

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I’m a simple woman: I post a fic on Ao3, I make a Tumblr post to network it

Speaking of…. new fic just dropped! It’s a bit of an odd one—haven’t written a one shot in a while, but the words were flowing somehow, so here it is :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66115213

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I’m done… And not just figuratively this time! Here’s the last chapter—let’s never do this again sometime :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63353011/chapters/168705793

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Born to write the most incoherent bullshit that comes out of the black hole in my skull, forced to be a perfectionist

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Okay HUGE HUGE DISCLAIMER BEFORE YOU SEE ANYTHING:

I cannot art. In fact, there are not words I can use to defend myself for what your eyes are about to witness, and for that, I'm sorry.

...On that note, I drew a little comic strip for the ending scene in chapter six! Please please PLEASE know that I haven't done art since grade nine---also I drew so MANY HANDS? (If they can even be called that?) Idk, I have no defence.

Anyway, spoilers for chapter six, I guess :)

(...I give anyone who sees this full permission to roast me)

Edit: Realising I should probably link the fic lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63353011/chapters/168522562

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Here's the second last chapter! Ugh, I'm almost done posting it---editing's all done, so I'll wait a few days, and then this will finally be over. Enjoy :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63353011/chapters/168522562

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some people might call tumblr cringe

but I like to think of it as ✨networking✨

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Did somebody say Bruce POV chapter?

It’s me. I did.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63353011/chapters/168182728

Enjoy!

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Decided I wanted to write a one-shot, and now, literally TEN MINUTES LATER, I have a full fledged plot forming in my head with a first chapter cliffhanger and future character moments/development

Haha….

uh oh

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i am a firm believer in liking my own posts