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Reblog to let you all know I am not dead nor giving up the Fic. My hyper focus just died down a bit and other projects have been calling me. I still plan to hopefully one day soon get that longer post and prologue out don't worry!

Alright, folks the results are in and you wanted a light-hearted snippet so I will deliver! I will warn I was conflicted on what part to share as I was torn between two absolutely adorable bits of dialogue but I chose the longer one. If ya’ll vibe with the one I might share the second.

( Also yes this is where the bit of dialogue from the blurb came from I just love this okay)

Context : A seventeen year old Jason is biding his time in the league untill he's ready for Gotham but it seems that Talia's son has all already learnt to sneak. Now Jason is trying to build a prototype of his helmet while dealing with this one-year-old boy trying to boss him around both fully unaware that their siblings. Jason is also unaware the Joker isn't dead so he might be a bit more friendly.

“You got me there, kid. It would be foolish to bite the hand that feeds. However, if you're going to watch me, could I at least get a name? "

Rather than soft, albeit graceful steps, signs of life came in changing shadows. A scene that bordered on absurd played out on the back wall. Figures seeming to float in the shade were something laced with a warm nostalgia. However, never were these figures so small or out of place. When a pair of cool eyes struggled to peek over his desk, an image struck him. He was reasoning with the spirit of an old man in a child's body.

" I am the heir. " Unlike the rest, those words seemed practiced almost repeated.

"Didn't you say I wasn't like the students? Why would I use that title, if you want a fancy nickname that I can do," For a second Jason stopped riffling through loose scraps and with a smug grin plucked the now flailing child from the ground. "what do you say, little prince? What shall I call you? "

Tiny fists attempted to break through his chest with a mounting rage, complete with bruise-causing kicks. It was an act that met an unmovable wall of sighs and wrinkled clothes as bronze fists bounced right back to the start. The veins underneath seemed to shake as if it were a sword being pulled from stone.

“Unhand me, h-heathen.”

" You are like a little bird picking away. Maybe that's it, you can be Robin... No, that would be cruel even for a kid with a burden like yours." Jason stilled the small-scaled assault and ruffled through those dark waves. “Back at home, robins were a dime a dozen and fun for a while until they became target practice. However, no one would bat an eye at sparrows even when they overran the place. “

“Not A bird! Heir. “

“I dont know, you seem like one to me. Those sparrows look innocent, but they are bloodthirsty little freaks. Yet something tells me fighting you on this will get me nowhere. If you calm down, you can help me out. Whatcha say? “

The reason Damian stutters slightly is because even if he's advanced he's one he's going to be missing words or stumble on them as he's a kid whose trying to act way older then they are.

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

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Rebloging because I am kicking myself I didn’t turn this into my April Fools Day joke post.

More Robin's

Okay Hello, hello everyone. The polls are over, and I cursed myself with the joke choice. I should have known this is tumblr, and tumblr loves their jokes. With that being said, everyone say hello to the new extra Robin. (Don't say I didn't warn you.)

( His name is Terry.) Okay, I promise there will be longer posts about the dynamics.

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

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More Robin's

Okay Hello, hello everyone. The polls are over, and I cursed myself with the joke choice. I should have known this is tumblr, and tumblr loves their jokes. With that being said, everyone say hello to the new extra Robin. (Don't say I didn't warn you.)

( His name is Terry.) Okay, I promise there will be longer posts about the dynamics.

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

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One hour left everyone get those votes in!

Let me know! I really hope the last one doesn't win I was just being funny guys! I would love to see what interests you most about Au.

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Let me know! I really hope the last one doesn't win I was just being funny guys! I would love to see what interests you most about Au.

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Hello hello it’s been a hot second but I am back mostly over the coughing up my lungs. However I did create some cold and flu medicine inspired Au memes I thought you guys would find funny. One based on the early chapters and one overall.

( I also realized that some of the text is kind of readable since I was kind of loopy it was meant to say herbal water over a smoothie)

This is partly based on a few head cannons most that Talia all though well-meaning has been giving Bruce small watered-down bits of the Lazarus water in order to make sure he will be in his prime for longer. All under the guise of a Herbal water for healing. She does care and wants to do good but is skewed by her environment.

( If you want to checkout how her arc actually plays out beyond these memes check out the prologue snippet I promise it is a good read.)

Secondly in the Au Dick and Barbara has desperately trying to keep The Joker away from Bruce after Jasons death. Not because they think the joker should be protected but out of worry a leathal encounter could have horrible ripple effects for the entire team.

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Rebloging because I like this too much to flop! I love this prologue intro I had way too much fun with the imagery and setting up some of the lore! ( let me know if you guys want explanations I am always up to ramble on)

Prologue, Snippet.

I promise you all will see more of this fic beyond the small bits and pieces I post on here. My cold has just made progress on this prologue a bit slow because good prose is hard to write while hacking up a lung. Who would have guessed? I know I normally post more wholesome moments, but I wanted to share some of the more original elements of The Au and my dramatic prose work. With that being said welcome to the prologue: Orignal Sin. Tw : References to blood, wounds and implied violence.

The wind's voice hollowed her out, turning wounds into heaving lungs. Shredded muscles took the place of her burning chest, while iron-drenched gasps passed through her. It was a rattled act that clung to staggering steps and blood-stained fingers breaking into flesh-smeared walls. Whispered comforts seeped through the cracks in immortal white stone, a lullaby from the watching statue's lips. A haunting melody was carried by the bitter cold and soft emerald-tinted fog swirling around the never-ending room. Spindles of fog formed into emaciated fingers that caressed the pitch-black silken sling resting upon its owner's pounding heart and the restless newborn within it. 

Its embrace was gentle, as if to carry the weight of grasping hands and a wide, tearful gaze. One not searching through the carnage of busted lips and shattered bones that held him close. Rather, they followed the bounce of his mother's matted curls like it was some kind of battered prey. Every unstable step seemed to shake the cool focus and push a long-held wail through the Child's throat.  The coming sound loomed like a threat far more pressing than her legs caving inwards or the scrape of stone eyes against a sculpted blindfold.  “Hush, my child, dig into the strength you have given me for a few hours more. “Talia’s voice was a soft yet pained whisper as small fingers grabbed her shaking hand.” Just a few  hours more and you will never know my father’s blade as I have.”   Although those words were a light plea, they hung heavy in the thickening air.  They seemed to slice through the fog, rearranging it into scattered curves, thrumming with life.  It seemed to rise and fall like a growing pulse of blinding light, creating sickening shadows. For a moment, these shadows seemed to change; ivy-covered arms and hair shifted into the more organic curves of a cape or the edge of a sword. Adrenaline worked its way from the corners of her sight into her screaming nerves as if it were the settling smell of copper bolstered by the cold.  Where the trick of the mind once was now stood her weary form with its dry throat and ceaseless pulse, awaiting comforts.

Heres our first taste of the extended cast. Not only do we see our first glimpse of Talia, but we also meet one of those liberties I get to take, not following a set continuity. Lady Lazarus, or this world's version of a living pit plot line.

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

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Prologue, Snippet.

I promise you all will see more of this fic beyond the small bits and pieces I post on here. My cold has just made progress on this prologue a bit slow because good prose is hard to write while hacking up a lung. Who would have guessed? I know I normally post more wholesome moments, but I wanted to share some of the more original elements of The Au and my dramatic prose work. With that being said welcome to the prologue: Orignal Sin. Tw : References to blood, wounds and implied violence.

The wind's voice hollowed her out, turning wounds into heaving lungs. Shredded muscles took the place of her burning chest, while iron-drenched gasps passed through her. It was a rattled act that clung to staggering steps and blood-stained fingers breaking into flesh-smeared walls. Whispered comforts seeped through the cracks in immortal white stone, a lullaby from the watching statue's lips. A haunting melody was carried by the bitter cold and soft emerald-tinted fog swirling around the never-ending room. Spindles of fog formed into emaciated fingers that caressed the pitch-black silken sling resting upon its owner's pounding heart and the restless newborn within it. 

Its embrace was gentle, as if to carry the weight of grasping hands and a wide, tearful gaze. One not searching through the carnage of busted lips and shattered bones that held him close. Rather, they followed the bounce of his mother's matted curls like it was some kind of battered prey. Every unstable step seemed to shake the cool focus and push a long-held wail through the Child's throat.  The coming sound loomed like a threat far more pressing than her legs caving inwards or the scrape of stone eyes against a sculpted blindfold.  “Hush, my child, dig into the strength you have given me for a few hours more. “Talia’s voice was a soft yet pained whisper as small fingers grabbed her shaking hand.” Just a few  hours more and you will never know my father’s blade as I have.”   Although those words were a light plea, they hung heavy in the thickening air.  They seemed to slice through the fog, rearranging it into scattered curves, thrumming with life.  It seemed to rise and fall like a growing pulse of blinding light, creating sickening shadows. For a moment, these shadows seemed to change; ivy-covered arms and hair shifted into the more organic curves of a cape or the edge of a sword. Adrenaline worked its way from the corners of her sight into her screaming nerves as if it were the settling smell of copper bolstered by the cold.  Where the trick of the mind once was now stood her weary form with its dry throat and ceaseless pulse, awaiting comforts.

Heres our first taste of the extended cast. Not only do we see our first glimpse of Talia, but we also meet one of those liberties I get to take, not following a set continuity. Lady Lazarus, or this world's version of a living pit plot line.

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

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Late late night reblog because I got the plague ( A somewhat bad cold) anyway I have sick brain so I would love to see what you guys want more of so I don't just ramble incoherently about Batman. Would you guys like snippets from other cast members or darker moments, posts about the plot/ lore/ dynamics, or the other mood boards I have, or perhaps a glimpse at my playlists? I would to hear from y'all through comments, reblogs and or asks! Remember the Bat- computer is always open!

Second Snippet. ( Not Quite Part Two Electric Booglo)

Hello Hello, I'm back with that second Snippet. I couldn't help but share I personally find this one way too adorable yet slightly heartbreaking. As I said, it's the best of both worlds. Two feels the price of one, some might say. Context: This is a later part of little Damian sneaking into 17-year-old Jason's room while he is trying to assemble the prototype of the Red Hood Helmet. However, he caught on to who Damian's father might be ( Not that it comes up in this part much)

Something between a deep-seated distrust belonging to an older mind and the softness of child-like intrigue pushed out the amusement. Fingers slowly uncoiled, although a palpable hesitance was laced within. A little sigh seemed to lighten the already light load as the button fell into his palm.   

" Thank you Spar-" 

 "Damian."

 A slight chuckle left Jason's mouth as he placed the button back into its well-earned and rightful place. It was a strange sound to his ears, something that belonged on the fringe of dreams meant to slip away from his fingers. Still, there had been soothing about it as his hands gripped the sides of the helmet, freeing it from its resting place. Uneven curves and scratches glinted in the light as he brought it close. There was a gentleness in him, placing the helmet on that crown of waves. Even as it slipped past his chin and shoulders like a tricker-or-treater being consumed by his play-cowl. 

 " Be careful. It might be a bit finicky but the nice thing is when you're under it you can be anyone," Jason paused as if waiting for a muffled response while he balanced it on those small shoulders." You're safe because they have to get through the metal first. As long as I'm in it, no one can hurt me again and maybe once you get older, I'll make you one. "  

 If he was still here by then, that was...

 There were a few echoing giggles compressed by the steel. In a way, it looked as if the blank features were mocking him. However, anger refused to rise within him nor allowed whispered taunts to fill his mind. Rather, something softer seemed to creep in like a long-held breath being released. An exhale laced with memories of stolen moments, ones played out to distract wide, fearful eyes. For a moment, he had one foot in a pocket of calm, amidst crime-riddled street and the tentative peace of the present. 

" I will be big, strong, no need. Secrets I need. "

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

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Second Snippet. ( Not Quite Part Two Electric Booglo)

Hello Hello, I'm back with that second Snippet. I couldn't help but share I personally find this one way too adorable yet slightly heartbreaking. As I said, it's the best of both worlds. Two feels the price of one, some might say. Context: This is a later part of little Damian sneaking into 17-year-old Jason's room while he is trying to assemble the prototype of the Red Hood Helmet. However, he caught on to who Damian's father might be ( Not that it comes up in this part much)

Something between a deep-seated distrust belonging to an older mind and the softness of child-like intrigue pushed out the amusement. Fingers slowly uncoiled, although a palpable hesitance was laced within. A little sigh seemed to lighten the already light load as the button fell into his palm.   

" Thank you Spar-" 

 "Damian."

 A slight chuckle left Jason's mouth as he placed the button back into its well-earned and rightful place. It was a strange sound to his ears, something that belonged on the fringe of dreams meant to slip away from his fingers. Still, there had been soothing about it as his hands gripped the sides of the helmet, freeing it from its resting place. Uneven curves and scratches glinted in the light as he brought it close. There was a gentleness in him, placing the helmet on that crown of waves. Even as it slipped past his chin and shoulders like a tricker-or-treater being consumed by his play-cowl. 

 " Be careful. It might be a bit finicky but the nice thing is when you're under it you can be anyone," Jason paused as if waiting for a muffled response while he balanced it on those small shoulders." You're safe because they have to get through the metal first. As long as I'm in it, no one can hurt me again and maybe once you get older, I'll make you one. "  

 If he was still here by then, that was...

 There were a few echoing giggles compressed by the steel. In a way, it looked as if the blank features were mocking him. However, anger refused to rise within him nor allowed whispered taunts to fill his mind. Rather, something softer seemed to creep in like a long-held breath being released. An exhale laced with memories of stolen moments, ones played out to distract wide, fearful eyes. For a moment, he had one foot in a pocket of calm, amidst crime-riddled street and the tentative peace of the present. 

" I will be big, strong, no need. Secrets I need. "

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

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Late Night Reblog with a question for all of you! Would you guys like to see the second snippet? it's as equally adorable and slightly heartbreaking, so it is the best of both worlds.

Alright, folks the results are in and you wanted a light-hearted snippet so I will deliver! I will warn I was conflicted on what part to share as I was torn between two absolutely adorable bits of dialogue but I chose the longer one. If ya’ll vibe with the one I might share the second.

( Also yes this is where the bit of dialogue from the blurb came from I just love this okay)

Context : A seventeen year old Jason is biding his time in the league untill he's ready for Gotham but it seems that Talia's son has all already learnt to sneak. Now Jason is trying to build a prototype of his helmet while dealing with this one-year-old boy trying to boss him around both fully unaware that their siblings. Jason is also unaware the Joker isn't dead so he might be a bit more friendly.

“You got me there, kid. It would be foolish to bite the hand that feeds. However, if you're going to watch me, could I at least get a name? "

Rather than soft, albeit graceful steps, signs of life came in changing shadows. A scene that bordered on absurd played out on the back wall. Figures seeming to float in the shade were something laced with a warm nostalgia. However, never were these figures so small or out of place. When a pair of cool eyes struggled to peek over his desk, an image struck him. He was reasoning with the spirit of an old man in a child's body.

" I am the heir. " Unlike the rest, those words seemed practiced almost repeated.

"Didn't you say I wasn't like the students? Why would I use that title, if you want a fancy nickname that I can do," For a second Jason stopped riffling through loose scraps and with a smug grin plucked the now flailing child from the ground. "what do you say, little prince? What shall I call you? "

Tiny fists attempted to break through his chest with a mounting rage, complete with bruise-causing kicks. It was an act that met an unmovable wall of sighs and wrinkled clothes as bronze fists bounced right back to the start. The veins underneath seemed to shake as if it were a sword being pulled from stone.

“Unhand me, h-heathen.”

" You are like a little bird picking away. Maybe that's it, you can be Robin... No, that would be cruel even for a kid with a burden like yours." Jason stilled the small-scaled assault and ruffled through those dark waves. “Back at home, robins were a dime a dozen and fun for a while until they became target practice. However, no one would bat an eye at sparrows even when they overran the place. “

“Not A bird! Heir. “

“I dont know, you seem like one to me. Those sparrows look innocent, but they are bloodthirsty little freaks. Yet something tells me fighting you on this will get me nowhere. If you calm down, you can help me out. Whatcha say? “

The reason Damian stutters slightly is because even if he's advanced he's one he's going to be missing words or stumble on them as he's a kid whose trying to act way older then they are.

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

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Mid afternoon reblog! If you are interested in the Aus vibe check out the snippet for more.

Hello, my fellow gothamites I will still be here later on with that snippet but I Figured I could share some of The moodboards/ graphics I made during my writing of the fic. First off, I made the graphics on Canva and I don't own any of the art/ pictures used they all came from Pinterest. Second of all I assigned the cast with an animal just for an extra layer of symbolism some come into play more than others. This is not a winged AU or anything like that sadly ( Sorry they do seem cool) Tw: Blood, Possibly swearing and dark themes.

" Please Please, please... You can't leave me here, Bruce! You can't leave me to fucking die alone."- Jason Tood, Sins Of The Father Chapter One.

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

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Alright, folks the results are in and you wanted a light-hearted snippet so I will deliver! I will warn I was conflicted on what part to share as I was torn between two absolutely adorable bits of dialogue but I chose the longer one. If ya’ll vibe with the one I might share the second.

( Also yes this is where the bit of dialogue from the blurb came from I just love this okay)

Context : A seventeen year old Jason is biding his time in the league untill he's ready for Gotham but it seems that Talia's son has all already learnt to sneak. Now Jason is trying to build a prototype of his helmet while dealing with this one-year-old boy trying to boss him around both fully unaware that their siblings. Jason is also unaware the Joker isn't dead so he might be a bit more friendly.

“You got me there, kid. It would be foolish to bite the hand that feeds. However, if you're going to watch me, could I at least get a name? "

Rather than soft, albeit graceful steps, signs of life came in changing shadows. A scene that bordered on absurd played out on the back wall. Figures seeming to float in the shade were something laced with a warm nostalgia. However, never were these figures so small or out of place. When a pair of cool eyes struggled to peek over his desk, an image struck him. He was reasoning with the spirit of an old man in a child's body.

" I am the heir. " Unlike the rest, those words seemed practiced almost repeated.

"Didn't you say I wasn't like the students? Why would I use that title, if you want a fancy nickname that I can do," For a second Jason stopped riffling through loose scraps and with a smug grin plucked the now flailing child from the ground. "what do you say, little prince? What shall I call you? "

Tiny fists attempted to break through his chest with a mounting rage, complete with bruise-causing kicks. It was an act that met an unmovable wall of sighs and wrinkled clothes as bronze fists bounced right back to the start. The veins underneath seemed to shake as if it were a sword being pulled from stone.

“Unhand me, h-heathen.”

" You are like a little bird picking away. Maybe that's it, you can be Robin... No, that would be cruel even for a kid with a burden like yours." Jason stilled the small-scaled assault and ruffled through those dark waves. “Back at home, robins were a dime a dozen and fun for a while until they became target practice. However, no one would bat an eye at sparrows even when they overran the place. “

“Not A bird! Heir. “

“I dont know, you seem like one to me. Those sparrows look innocent, but they are bloodthirsty little freaks. Yet something tells me fighting you on this will get me nowhere. If you calm down, you can help me out. Whatcha say? “

The reason Damian stutters slightly is because even if he's advanced he's one he's going to be missing words or stumble on them as he's a kid whose trying to act way older then they are.

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

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Hello, my fellow gothamites I will still be here later on with that snippet but I Figured I could share some of The moodboards/ graphics I made during my writing of the fic. First off, I made the graphics on Canva and I don't own any of the art/ pictures used they all came from Pinterest. Second of all I assigned the cast with an animal just for an extra layer of symbolism some come into play more than others. This is not a winged AU or anything like that sadly ( Sorry they do seem cool) Tw: Blood, Possibly swearing and dark themes.

" Please Please, please... You can't leave me here, Bruce! You can't leave me to fucking die alone."- Jason Tood, Sins Of The Father Chapter One.

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

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Poll Reblog! There are only eight hours left. Remember, you get to pick the first taste of the au you get. Would you prefer light-hearted sibling bonding or some angst that would no doubt fit in the streets of Gotham? Let me know!

First Snippet Poll.

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First Snippet Poll.

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Sins Of The Father Blurb.

So in my Q&A, I said I would post the actual semi-informative blurb for the Fic. There seems to be some interest so forgive my beginner summary writing skills for A03.

“Back at home, robins were a dime a dozen and fun for a while until they became target practice. However, no one would bat an eye at sparrows even when they overran the place. “

Jason Todd has seen his youngest brother die time and time again just as he had met his end once. However, when the effects of pit madness begin to creep into 13-year-old Damian's mind, it threatens to topple the uneasy peace the two known under Talia's wing. With a growing sense of danger, Jason has no choice but to go against her wishes, taking the kid to both the man and the city that had forsaken the second Robin.

Every day seems to become a ticking time bomb made out of a lesser evil. While his reign as Red Hood threatens to fill the streets with blood and the Al Ghul's influence hangs over the family meant to protect Gotham.

Aka Redhood kidnaps a child and starts the world's most lethal custody battle. Literality...

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)