#“I'm not your responsibility anymore” “no jason you're my fault”
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farshootergotme · 4 months ago
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What's the worst lie the popular batfam fanon has made you believe?
I'll start:
'Worst' might be an exaggeration, but the fanon that says Jason is Bruce's favorite son.
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melloollem · 9 months ago
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Family nights|| Bruce Wayne x Batmom Reader × Batboys
Summary: Your children keep you company after patrol until your husband arrives.
Warnings: English is not my native language.
(DC masterlist)
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You were woken by a movement at the bottom of the bed and your first reaction was to reach out to Bruce's side of the bed. Noticing the lack of your husband's warmth at your side, you reluctantly opened your eyes, a sigh escaped your lips and, as you moved your legs, you heard a complaint: "Mom, I'm here". You readjusted your position, with an expression of confusion on your face.
"Damian, I told you not to wake her." It was Tim's turn to speak, his sudden presence startled you, he'd come out of the bathroom in your room, damn vigilante skills, when had these kids gotten in here? "Tsk, you don't even know what happened, I didn't wake her, Drake" you sighed recognizing the scenario that always ended in a long argument between the boys, before Tim could retort arousing Damian's fury you butted in "Ok, you two have had enough of this, let's not do this now" Your body stretched towards Damian pulling him into your arms, while leaning on the headboard.
"Mummy's boy" Jason's mocking voice was heard as he lay down on the side of the bed that belonged to Bruce, had he been lying on the floor all this time? Confusion returned to her face at the thought. "Shut up, Todd, it's not my fault you're too old to be with your mother" Despite Damian's quick response, you felt him tense in your arms, you wouldn't have hugged him if you'd known it wasn't just him and Tim in the room, everyone knew how shy Damian was with displays of affection. Your embrace loosened, but the boy still didn't get off your lap.
"Get your big ass over there, Jason," said Dick as he got up from the floor too, but unlike Jason, he had a pillow in his hand, you couldn't even be surprised anymore. The eldest of your children settled down on the bed with the space left for him, turning to you and saying "Hi, Mom," a half-childish smile escaped him, and you reciprocated in the same way "Can you tell me what you're doing here?" Your tone was more serious than expected.
"Bruce asked us to stay with you," said Tim as he took Damian's place at the end of the bed. "He had some things to sort out after patrol," added Jason. You turned on the lamp next to the bed, all this time the boys were walking around the room with the help of the light from the hallway.
"Actually, father asked me to stay with you until he got back, the others invited themselves" Damian informed "In fact, Dick invited himself and pulled Tim and me into it" Jason let out in a tired grumble. "It would be like a slumber party, according to him" Tim let out a sigh, their eyes turned to Dick waiting for his side of the story and receiving only a shy smile in response.
You glanced at the clock on your bedside table as you said "It's late, one of you go and get him" Referring to Bruce, all of your children let out a tired sigh and before a general discussion started you said "Ok, text him and tell him to come" Dick was the one who picked up his cell phone and sent Bruce a text message, not quite sure how long it would take for him to see it.
You closed your eyes in an attempt to go back to sleep as kicks to your side tried to hit Tim "Damian, leave your brother so I can sleep" the younger man squeaked "But mom, he's lying on top of me" You didn't even have to open your eyes to know that Damian was exaggerating about his brother's current position. "Damian" his tone foreshadowed a reprimand, the boy shut up and moved further away from his brother.
A comfortable hush settled over the room, you hoped to return to your old state, but Tim was in opposition "I don't want to sleep" You abandoned the idea at this point in the discussion, realizing that it would be impossible. Dick quickly retorted "You're the one of us who needs the most sleep" An annoyed murmur escaped Jason "I'm the one who needs the most sleep" He, like you, really wanted to sleep, but it looked like this family was repulsed by the term.
"We can watch a movie" Tim said, you knew he was electric because of the mission, typical attitude. "Sure, look for something" Jason sighed in response to your declaration, he can't believe you gave in so easily. Tim flipped through the catalog, indecisive about what to watch "We could watch a musical, a comedy, a horror movie..." "Your voice is the most terrifying thing tonight," Jason cut off his brother, who continued to ramble on about the different types of movie you could watch.
At one point Tim opted for a mystery movie, you rolled your eyes at the choice, the kids always figured out the mystery before the middle of the movie, ruining the experience. You watched what was supposed to be a movie session turn into a loose conversation after Tim did exactly what you had predicted. They debated the mission, most of them, Jason just mumbled something at one time or another in agreement.
"Does anyone know how to solve this? What's he talking about?" Now they were talking about one of the Charade's riddles, and it seemed that Tim still had no idea what the villain meant. "It's an allusion to mirrors" Bruce was the one who answered as he entered the room, all eyes turned to him and Jason let out a relieved sigh "Finally, I'm going to sleep" He stood up and stretched his body lazily. "What about the movie?" Damian was the one who asked "The script is weak" Tim said following Jason's example and sliding out of bed, now that he had an idea of where to start solving the puzzle there was no reason to stay there.
You watched each of your children leave the room with a brief "good night", you answered each of them, Dick was the last to leave, closing the door. A sigh of relief left your lips, wishing you could finally go back to sleep, Bruce chuckled at your attitude, before sliding in next to you, your eyes following his every move as he got into bed.
"Everything okay?" Your question was prompted by his delay in returning home "Will be" your brow furrowed hoping for a better answer, that kind of vague assurance never brought good news, but all Bruce did when he noticed your expression was leave a quick kiss on your forehead with the same words "Will be", you decided not to ask any more questions, but that subject still circled your mind.
"Family movie?" he asked, turning to the television, intending to change his focus, you followed his example, the movie was still playing in a scene that wasn't so interesting right now "Tim's choice. You're the only one missing" Even though you smiled, Bruce noticed what you meant in those words, but decided to ignore it "What movie is that?" Now he was looking at you. Taking advantage of the moment, you caught the changes in Bruce's image, he looked more tired than usual "I'm not sure, but it looks like we have two killers and one of them is the victim's brother" Anticipating his next question, you added "Tim spared no details".
A silence consumed the room, the two of you staring at the television, wrapped in each other's embrace. You weren't sure how much of Bruce's thoughts were on the movie, he seemed to be thinking about something else, but he wouldn't share it with you. Bruce had made a vow to himself not to bring the dilemmas of vigilante life into rooms with you, too bad he couldn't stop them from plaguing his own mind.
"You know you can tell me everything, right?" You tried to broach the subject gently, wishing Bruce would share his fears with you "Tim has terrible taste in movies" His response took you by surprise, drawing a laugh from you "Said the man from the musicals" You allowed the light tone to take over the conversation "I thought that was one of the things you loved about me" He couldn't believe it "I think that was one of the things you said on our first date" Another laugh erupted from you at your husband's surprised expression, "I'm sorry about that" An amused smile escaped you and Bruce could only smile back at the sight of it.
Your laughter gradually subsided and now you just looked at each other in love "I'm serious about this, you can tell me anything" You took advantage of the comfort of the situation to clarify your speech. "I know that" He seemed to focus on his own thoughts for a second "I love you" Bruce hoped that declaration would be able to quell all your worries. "I know that" You smiled cheekily, but quickly returned to your passionate expression "And I love you too".
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jaysgirlx · 2 years ago
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Could you please write a dick grayson oneshot and make it angst with some fluff plsss
❝ 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❞
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❥ pairing: dick grayson x civilian f!reader
❥ summary: dick loves you so much and you know it but all the two of you do is fight and your last fight might've just been it for the two of you.
❥ warnings: major angst, accused cheating, mentions of depression and reader is aware dick is nightwing.
❥ wc: 1.4k
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"Why were you there with him? He knows better than to take you out" Dick said as he angrily slapped his apartment door behind him. The loud echo only showed how angry Dick was.
"What's wrong with hanging out with Jason?” You said bitterly, he had been ditching you all month and now he wants to play boyfriend? “And if you're going to be upset with anyone make it me, I was the one who dragged him out for drinks"
"Why? Do I not spend enough time with you or do you just prefer my brother? You know he's dangerous for fucks sake"
You don't respond this time, while the tension between you two thickened. I'm so fucking done. This wasn't fair to you. Everything these days was always your fault. “Dick, I'm allowed to hang out with Jason he's my friend not just your brother,” you said with your arms folded across your chest.
These days it was almost as if he wanted you two to argue and fight more and more. It was only was 3 months ago that things were nearly perfect and now everything is a mess.
Is he this mad over Jason?
Your plan for tonight had been to drown your sorrow's in some vodka and when you told Jason he said was coming with you. Apparently, he didn't think it was a good idea for you to go to the bar by yourself so he followed. He didn't drink but he did listen to you rant about Dick being well a dick. You two had been laughing and sharing about Dick right before he showed up angry because you missed 10 of his calls.
Dick grunted with irritation, your response not only made him pissed but also slightly jealous. Since when were you and Jason so close? You kept defending him like you two were… "Are you defending him because you're fucking him? Is that it"
That sentence was your final straw. You'll never know what compelled you to punch him, maybe it was resentment you had for him or maybe the alcohol that reminded in your system. Tears were spilling from your eyes while Dick stumbled back recovering from that punch. "Fuck you, Grayson" He looked up at you holding his nose, you could tell he regretted saying anything but that didn't mean he didn't mean what he said “Love I didn't—”
“Don't Grayson, just don't” You wiped the tears away and grabbed your things, your phone, an already packed suitcase, and your wallet. Dick watched you like there was something to be said and he just couldn't say it. He wanted to stop you, pull you close to him, and beg for your forgiveness but in the end, this was what he wanted. Why hurt you all over again later in time when he could just get it over with? Like ripping off a band-aid. Except it's really stuck to your skin. "I'm going to stay with Steph for the time being while you get your shit together"
Before you could even hear what he said you left with what you took, it was long before you arrived at Steph's place a complete mess knocking on her door. "Y/n, what happened?" she said letting you inside. You wanted to speak but you didn't know how. The only words that left your mouth were, "I can't do this to myself anymore Steph, I think we're done for good after this."
~✧~
3 & 1/2 months later
"I can't do this anymore, Dick"
Those words rang in his head while, Dick Grayson stood in front of your apartment for other fifth time this month just staring at your door. He knew you were probably home, listening to music while you made breakfast for dinner. This was how he wanted his plan to go, he gets you to dump him and he protects you from afar. But that night hadn't been a part of his plan, he was angry. Jason may have been his brother but he wasn't always involved with the right guys and you...you could get hurt and he'd only blame himself.
He was a fucking coward and he was okay with that, as long as you were safe. For the last two months, he'd been trying to track your every move but it was as if you had quite literally disappeared off that face of the earth. After what Steph told him, he knew you didn't want him around, and why would you? Though he was upset with you, he should've never implied that you would cheat on him. He knew you wouldn't. You loved him and he clearly did not deserve your undying affection.
After what seemed like forever Dick realized the silence coming from your home while quite strange. Your walls were thin, he would know because your neighbors banned him from staying the night due to the activities you two very much enjoyed indulging in. He gently knocked at the door as in pushing it open. It was unlocked. His fists clenched at the sight of the broken lock that he hadn't noticed until now.
Forced entry?
He pushed open the door wide, your apartment was a mess but it was also empty. He checked your room, bathroom, and the guest room but you were gone. He looked around the room for something. something tangible he could trace back to find you. He searched your bedroom once more, finding a blood stained envelope on your dresser labeled "For Nightwing".
fuck fuck fuck.
This is exactly what he didn't want to happen. Your life was in danger because of him. His eyes roamed the blood stained, tightly sealed envelope, reading his name printed on it in Black. He didn't hesitate before tearing it open and reading its contents.
Dear Nightwing,
You might know me since it seems like your former lover here forgot to mention me. The best boyfriend she ever had, we were just so perfect for each other. But after she found out about the stalking and the murders, she got scared and ran to you and took her away from me. She said I was dangerous! Can you believe that?
You're more than just that, you are sick, deranged, and mentally insane.
It took me a while to put together that she was actually dating you and then I had to wait till the two of you broke up. The worst part is that when I tried to win her back after your "horrific" breakup she told me that she never wants to see my disgusting face ever again and that she only wanted to love you.
She still wanted to love me?
And that just made me so mad. So mad that I wanted to end her sweet life, but I took mercy on her and decided that I was going to have a little fun with the two of you. From the way I saw you treat her, you were willing to do almost anything for her. I am so upset that I spent my time on a whore that is still obsessed with the likes of you and I want an out. I want to leave Gotham and start a new life and for that I need money. A lot of it. After learning that you are Dick Grayson, an adopted son of the Bruce Wayne I just knew all this would work.
So Nightwing if you want your girlfriend back you have to pay the price. Here's how much I want: 5 billion, that should be reasonable enough.
Wire it to this account number xxxxxxxx under the name Roman Jennings and it's under this girl's address. Don't worry, I will wait as long as you're willing to take but now I'll have my fun with her. Let's hope she's not dead before I get what I want.
— X
Money? He wants fucking money?
He kidnapped you, the love of his life, just so he could have some money to run away like some pussy. Now Dick was not only pissed but ready to kill a man. He had hurt you to keep you safe but you were in danger and he had no clue what to do. Well...he knew what to do or rather who to call but he did't want to.
I am not calling him for money.
He grumbled and whipped out his phone to text him.
Dick: Father, hypothetically could you gather up Damien, Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, and Barbra for me? For a late-night dinner perhaps?
Bruce: You only call me Father when you need something important. Did something bad happen?
Dick: Can you get them?
Bruce: Hypothetically, yes I could. What is going on Dick?
Dick: I'm coming to the Manor in about 10 minutes, please get them.
Bruce: Is it that bad?
Dick: Yes.
Bruce: I'll see you soon Dick.
This was going to be a long night...
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darkimpala1897 · 2 years ago
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One more Munver qoute for the day because why not, I love them.
Eddie was standing with Dustin and Steve, who were trying to help him kill Vecna, even though he didn't think he could do it mostly because of everything that has happened and the fact he was apart of Vecna and this world.
Eddie: "Well maybe you guys are wrong, maybe Vecna is just too strong."
Steve trying to make him feel better and have confidence.
Steve: "Maybe, but that doesn't explain why you hesitated back there we could have died."
Eddie who was trying to keep it together because they just didn't understand.
Eddie: "I didn't hesitate, I don't hesitate not anymore."
Dustin looks towards him worried about his undead dead best friend.
Dustin: "The hell you didn't Ed, I saw you."
Steve: "We both saw you."
Eddie was holding back tears, he was trying to grab onto his necklace that wasn't actually there anymore.
Eddie: "So what are you guys saying, that this is my fault is that it. Because I can't defeat Vecna."
Dustin trying to make him feel better knowing Eddie was close to bursting into tears.
Dustin: "No Ed you can, you're Kas but you just won't, your letting your human emotions cloud your judgment. I can tell something is holding you back, something big time and instead of facing it like Kas would you are running from it."
Steve looking towards Dustin.
Steve: "Dustin."
Dustin continues on to ramble not seeing he's hurting Eddie.
Dustin: "But you can't keep running Eddie, because you have to figure out what your problem is. Otherwise we are all dead."
Eddie finally breaks having enough, he couldn't hold it back anymore.
Eddie: "Yea your right Dustin, it's my responsibility isn't it. As the great and amazing Kas, always supposed to be able to figure things out, well if that's the fucking case then how come I couldn't save Jason. If I'm supposed to be so powerful how come I couldn't save him, I mean my god don't you understand. Jason died because of me, it doesn't matter what he did or said it was my fault. How can I be this amazing and great Kas you speak of if all it does is get the people I love and we love killed."
Eddie was crying something awful, Dustin and Steve feeling horrible just pull him into a hug knowing he needed it.
@munvermaniac
This is definitely one hundred percent canon.
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waltenfiled · 2 years ago
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“There is nothing wrong about it.” + "Everything went according to plan."
Being around Jason Gideon was a new kind of teribble for Spencer. 
Had always been since he was taken in by the eccentric agent. Out of the blue pop quizzes, getting berated for not looking at the peephole before opening the door, and more that made life … unbearable.
Though, truth to be told, Spencer's ending point had only started after 5 years of living with the agent.
He had just turned 18 and the man had decided that studying wasn't full-filling enough for him anymore and made the brash decision, for him, that he was either going to be in the BAU as a consultant, or if approved, an official agent.
It had been a fever dream for Spencer, those 12 months of law and order. Scrutiny, overwork, and undoubtable shame of preparing so young in a field of work that was more appropriate for those more mature than him.
But of course, Spencer persevered.
Now it didn't take long for Jason's fantasy to shatter. It didn't take a profiler to realize that Spencer was absolutely incapable in the field, nobody expected him to; he was only a kid in their eyes after all, of course, except in Jason's eyes.
"I – Why are you mad at me?" Spencer shouted. They had been fighting since the clock hit 5, and Spencer was getting more irritated as the moment dragged on.
Jason rarely fought him, he was too good at the things he did that there wasn't really anything to fight about. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at what you did. You weren't supposed to walk in there, so what were you thinking Spencer!"
Though tonight, Spencer had messed up, and Jason finally snapped.
"I was following orders!" Spencer retaliated. I wasn't even supposed to be in Boston in the first place, he kept to himself. It was true, he wouldn't have gotten injured after walking into the building if Jason hadn't dragged him to the crime scene himself.
His mentor didn't seem to like that response, or the fact that he talked back to him, or both. "On whose orders, Spencer?"
Spencer ran his hand through his hair, “Yours! It was your order!” he answered in a shout, trying to talk through the growing pain in his throat to his chest. Despite the disapproving look from his mentor, Spencer couldn't find the strength in himself to stop talking back to his superior.
He was just standing his ground; Nobody took him seriously, Gideon was the only one who did, so why was he changing now?
Doubting his abilities? Making him feel minute? It didn't feel right. “I told you to cover my back, not to walk into a building with a bomber in it. That's the entire point of me sending agents in, wasn't it?”
Spencer's head thrumbed, “Y – yeah, but you told me to cover your back and when I heard you shouting at the unsub …” he trailed, now feeling an ounce of guilt.
As though he really was the one at fault, that maybe Gideon had a point. That he shouldn't have gone in at the vague command of his superior, with a gun he barely knew how to fire raised at the entrance and another agent supporting him as they entered.
An agent that was now in critical condition in the hospital, and Spencer in the process of healing from his critical wounds. Though he found that the pain had vanished the moment adrenaline started pumping in his veins, the moment Gideon strided in and slammed the door, the tell–tale sign that he was in for trouble.
At first he cowered, memories that he thought had been in the past resurfacing to keep him at bay, to keep him still at the chair that he had been reading on moments prior. But it didn't take long for Spencer to grow frustrated at his mentor’s futile attempts at conversing with him, and started talking back. Which led to this.
He wished that it hadn't led to this.
But the thought of shutting him up was more tempting than preserving and withdrawing into himself. 
“I thought it was necessary. Everything went according to plan. We arrested the unsub, but you're mad at me?”
Gideon exhaled through his nose, an obvious sign that he was either going to end the discussion or he had more points to make, uncovered under his viel at something he must've said. “Spencer, you're smarter than that, than this. You should have thought it through.” 
It was the latter.
Spencer doesn't know how to feel about that assumption, because he did. Spencer did think it through; every possibility of death, of how probable for Gideon's screams to have been a trap, of the remnants of countdown timers of every bomb fragment that he had to piece back together at state precincts all containing a pattern that had been crucial to the unsub's profile;
Frozen at 1:11, and from his count in his head from the drive to the arrival of the scene to the preparation and the negotiation, they were nearing that.
And he didn't want his mentor to die. So he did it anyway, and he went inside.
“I was thinking.” he muttered, balling his fists beside him, unclenching them before Gideon could get the wrong idea. Profilers were smart, but like any other, their emotional state hindered the reliability of their abilities to none.
“You weren't. If you were you wouldn't have gone in there” Gideon shot back, deceptively calm like he was trying to take down an unsub who needed pity. Spencer wasn't an unsub, and neither does he need Gideon's unwarranted pity.
“I trained you for that exact moment, Spencer. I trained you to think fast, to make the best decision during a crisis. Maybe you shouldn't be in the field.”
That was it for Spencer. “You know what Gideon?” he spat as he stepped forward, “You're right! I shouldn't be in the field.”
Gideon moved to talk, but Spencer interjected with a frustrated, “I'm not finished.” with a scowl.
“I am damn 18 years old!”
“There's nothing wrong about that.”
Spencer laughed, as best as he could with the pain in his chest and the still healing stitches on his stomach. “Nothing wrong? Gideon – there are so many things wrong about it, about this, about me.”
“Because yeah, you're right – I shouldn't be in the field because I'm not supposed to be in the field in the first place.” Spencer continued after a beat of silence, making sure that Gideon wasn't going to interrupt. 
Spencer grinded his teeth, trying to keep himself steady. “I can't believe you have the gonads to tell me that I don't have what it takes, because yeah! Kinda weird to assume that the kid that you've been training? Raising? What – Since he was 14 to become some kind of agent that'll rise to the ranks of the goddamn FBI?”
“Be reasonable, Gideon.” Spencer stopped to look at Gideon's face, an expression of profession evident on him that it made him sick. This was personal –
“I'm tired of this.”
Yet Gideon stayed still, quiet, so unbearably quiet. “You can go find some other young prodigy elsewhere, because I'm finished.” 
“Goodbye, Spencer.” Why wasn't he taking it seriously? Did he not care?
Spencer huffed. “Goodbye, Gideon.”
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bitimdrake · 3 years ago
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Hi. Sorry if this is me being obtuse. I agree with everything you said in your last meta about why DC felt it necessary to retroactively make Jason's death Jason's fault, but I'm not sure I understood the point you were trying to make? Maybe I missed something because I don't like Jason and generally have his name blacklisted (I opened that post because I like your meta), but I interpreted your tone as very annoyed and I'm not sure I get your argument on what DC should have done? 1/?
I mean, one part of why I dislike Jason is because I think if he's treated as anything other than an outright villain he inevitably breaks the metanarrative of the DC Universe, so maybe that's where my problem is? I know you're very much on the Bruce is an abusive dad train here (and I don't disagree), but I don't think calling out DC acknowledging Bruce as abusive would have been enough to fix that problem. Too many major superheroes have kid sidekicks. 2/?
Are you arguing that DC should have given up child heroes all together after Jason? I wouldn't agree, but I'm trying not to be argumentative (sorry if I'm failing, it's my natural state), I'm just trying to understand what you were driving. Or are you just looking for something more nuanced than DC provided? Where child heroes are part of the suspension of disbelief but we can still embrace the tragedy of Jason's loss? Or were you not annoyed at all and I totally misread your tone? Sorry! 3/3
No worries! Sounds like it's mostly a tone miscommunication. I didn't make that post out of annoyance; I just think it's interesting to explore who we ended up here.
And I honestly don't have an argument for what dc should have done. Mostly I think they did just back themselves into a corner tonally with Jason's death, and had to try to pick the option that would disrupt the universe the least.
I definitely don't think they should give up on kid heroes. Beside being personally super attached to the younger characters, I absolutely believe that kid sidekicks are fundamental to dc's dna. Like you say, even if they did decide to declare Bruce responsible for Jason's death (which he isn't imo), that doesn't change the dozen other kid sidekicks outside of Gotham. (And while, yeah, I think Bruce sucks as a parent, I don't think having kid sidekicks in general is one of his failings--I'm totally willing to suspend my disbelief for that part of dc and say it's ethically a-okay.)
There are definitely points where I could go for more nuance from dc. I hate the idea that Jason was "doomed to be bad" or whatever, and Morrison can meet me in the pit for that among many other things. Plus, at this point, so many kids in the dcu have died that it's clear that's just part of the universe now, and they really don't need to keep justifying Jason's death in particular anymore.
But for the state of dc at the time--late 80s and early early 90s--I totally get how and why they made the decisions they did.
I guess if there was anything I was mildly annoyed by/arguing against in that post, it's the occasional claim I see thrown around here that dc retroactively making Jason bad was, like, some kind of personal vendetta they had against the character. (A weird number of people talk like Jason is a real human being who dc unfairly hates instead of, yknow, a fictional character they created.) Jason got some rough treatment after his death--and certain writers took it to unnecessary extremes--but there were understandable reasons for it. Which I guess was the point of the post! It's a tricky situation, and they didn't have a good way to get out of it. The light-hearted inclusion of kid sidekicks is thematically at odds with the tragic death of jason, but you also need to have both. And there's only so much that can be done to reconcile them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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greekgeek21 · 3 years ago
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Percy Jackson & The Avengers: Convergence - the end
Ok, this time it was NOT my fault. My beta readers (ahem) were not finished editing this honestly pretty short chapter. So, yeah. Not on me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Sirius Black! MY LOVE! THE BEST GAY IN THE WORLD! EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BDAY TO MY BOY! MOONY WILL HAUNT U IF U DONT! 🎉🥳🎂
(if you can't tell, I'm a marauders fan)
Anyway, thanks for all the support I've received on this story. I honestly did not think this would gain any traction given how many stories are in this genre. But I was pleasantly surprised. There will be more info about the next story in the series soon. Thanks again!
- your author
Ω ♆ Ω
The next day, Percy found that he and Annabeth had been left to sleep in. It was a rare occurrence that they got a completely peaceful sleep, but last night was one of those nights. He had felt at peace with himself and his powers, and his sleep reflected that. Luckily, Annabeth's mind seemed to have picked up on that as well.
When he had finally woken up, a glance at the clock on their bedside table revealed that it was about ten in the morning. That meant that they had gotten about eleven hours of sleep. He couldn't even remember a time when he had slept that long since he lost the Achilles curse. It was nice.
He could tell that his slight movements had stirred Annabeth, but she kept pretending she was asleep in his arms. Her golden hair was forming a halo around her head in the sunlight. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.
And Percy was a simp. Forgive him, teenage boys of the world.
"We should probably get up now, Wisegirl," he whispered.
She released some sort of cross between a growl and a groan in response.
He laughed, giving her a quick kiss on the head, "I can make blue pancakes..."
That got her up. She quite literally jumped out of his arms and started changing into the nearest clothes, only stopping to glance up and give him an unimpressed look.
"Hurry up! You've got pancakes to make!"
He bursted into laughter, relenting by slowly dragging himself out of bed. She grinned at him with a smile full of love.
It was good. This was good. They were becoming more and more okay every day.
Ω ♆ Ω
"They live!" Tony exclaimed, greeting the couple in typical Tony Stark fashion.
Entering the living area, Percy had his arm tossed around Annabeth's shoulders, silently grounding each other. They were better, but not perfect.
"We were starting to think you'd both slipped into a coma," Jason joked from his position on a couch with Piper and Leo.
"That would be just our luck, wouldn't it?" Annabeth said, slipping out from under Percy's arm and sitting down at the kitchen island.
Percy went to start the search for a pan to make the pancakes in after he turned on the burners.
"Pans?" he asked Tony.
"Top left cabinet," Natasha answered instead, "Tony doesn't know where his own sock drawer is, let alone where the pans are kept."
Pulling out an unnecessarily-expensive pan, Percy next asked, "Pancake ingredients and blue food dye?"
"Why do you need blue food dye?" Tony exclaimed.
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you," Percy deadpanned.
It turned out that they didn't have enough ingredients to make pancake mix from scratch, so he would have to deal with box mix. It wasn't the first time his mother's recipe was done differently, so it should still taste good.
Moving almost on autopilot, Percy started making the pancakes while holding a steady conversation with Annabeth.
"I can't believe we're here," he said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, we're sitting in a kitchen in Avengers Tower making blue pancakes for our teammates. Doesn't that shock you?" Percy responded, waving around the spatula in his hand.
Annabeth smiled, "Not really. At least, not anymore. I'm actually kinda shocked that it's surprising to you. You're the one who basically everything in the world that could happen, happened to."
Percy thought about that. It wasn't wrong. He had just been holding out false hope that he was done; that they were done.
"I guess you're right. I just hate that you are," he sighed.
"Are you guys talking about our terribly unlucky lives?!" Leo shouted from the living room.
"Yep!" Percy answered.
He turned back to Annabeth and spoke in Greek, "We need to talk about when we're leaving."
"I know. We can't stay here. Camp needs us now that the mortal problem is over," Annabeth nodded.
Percy flipped a pancake like normal, but he had adopted his 'serious war-face', as Leo liked to call it. Even if they wanted to, the Seven could not stay at Avengers tower. They were meant to protect the world from monsters, not aliens. This was not their job.
"How are we going to break it to the team?" Percy asked.
"I don't know. The Seven knows we have to leave soon. They're just waiting for us to talk about it," she responded.
He had been moving on autopilot, and upon looking down, Percy realized that he had finished making the pancakes in the span of their conversation. That tended to happen with ADHD.
"We should probably leave tomorrow morning. The sooner, the better. Camp hasn't heard from us in weeks," he said, passing her a plate with two pancakes, syrup, and a fork.
"Thank you," she whispered, "And I agree. We have duties back at camp."
"So tomorrow?" Percy asked.
"Tomorrow." Annabeth confirmed.
Tony LITERALLY strutted into the kitchen and asked, "What's tomorrow? Got a hot date?"
Annabeth rolled her eyes, "We're dating, Tony. Remember?"
"Yeah, but you never know peoples' preferences, right?" he shrugged.
Before his girlfriend could punch the billionaire, Percy stepped in, "We're leaving tomorrow morning."
He had meant to tell the rest of the Seven first, but minimizing an Annabeth Explosion was more important. It had been a trying couple of days, to say the least, and Tony was the type of person to set her off in an instant.
"Why? I thought you were joining the team," Tony asked.
Percy laughed, "Yeah, no. We have better things to do."
He didn't MEAN for it to come out that way. Well, actually he did. But that wasn't the point. The POINT was that Tony was an overly-sensitive, middle-aged man, and he couldn't take anything that even seemed like a hit to his ego. Especially if it had something to do with being a hero, apparently.
"What could those better things be? Do you trust us enough to tell us?" Tony asked, voice a deadly calm, shocking the demigods.
"What's this about leaving?" Steve asked, leading the group of heroes into the kitchen area interrupting whatever answer Tony was about to receive.
Annabeth sighed, looking at Piper for help. If anyone could help diffuse a situation, it was the daughter of Aphrodite.
"Let's just calm down, everyone. We need to hear what Annabeth and Percy have to say before we make any rash comments," Piper said, pouring just a little amount of her powers into it.
"Thank you, Pipes. Like I was saying before, we are leaving tomorrow morning. All of us," Percy said, glancing at the rest of the Seven at the end.
"Are you sure about this? Why do you have to go?" Natasha asked, giving them her signature cold spy stare.
"We have duties to the gods. Our job is to protect the world from divine threats. You guys protect the world from extraterrestrial threats. Your bad guys come every so often, ours are always here," Annabeth answered.
If she was being honest with herself, the daughter of Athena wanted to stay. And maybe they could work something out where they helped out whenever the Avengers really needed it, but the demigods also had many other responsibilities. And they were born with those. They couldn't abandon them.
"Plus, it's pretty dangerous for us to be here all in one group, surrounded by technology," Jason added.
Natasha seemed to have found a good enough answer in that, so she just nodded and backed down.
"I hope we get to work together again someday," she said.
"That...almost sounded...NICE?!" Leo exclaimed, always one to break the tension.
Natasha fell back into her glare, "Don't get used to it."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he said, smiling.
"But even if we never see each other again, I hope you know that you're always gonna be a part of this team. If you need our help, we'll be there," Steve said, gaze landing on Percy.
Even if he denied it, Percy was the leader of the group. He was the one making the final decisions.
"And I hope you know the same offer comes from us," he responded.
The room was silent for a couple seconds, but that never lasts long with as many ADHD demigods in one room. Surprisingly, Hazel was the one to break the silence.
"Oh for gosh sake! Let's just eat!" she shouted, pulling a laugh from everyone.
Annabeth's eyes met Percy's over everyone else, and they shared one of their secret moments. They knew that this would not be the last time that the two teams were together. It was one of those feelings they got; kinda like when they somehow knew that their first prophecy would not be the last. They just knew.
But, for the moment, they would enjoy what they could get. It might be years until they were one team again. Plus, Leo was trying to see how many pancakes he could stuff his face with, effectively ending the precious moment.
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What the fuck is this oxygen thing doing in his nose, why is there someone praying at his bedside and who the hell can dim the lights?
"Oh thank god you're awake," the blonde by his bedside (presumably the one praying) smiles. "Are you comfortable?"
He searches his brain before remembering why he's in here: He got shot and fell to the ground (hence the headache). It was coming out of court and he was convinced they were going to shoot at her. "Are you?" He asks in return, noting that she's clearly stretching her back. The chairs aren't comfortable, though she has gotten used to sleeping in them over the years.
A single tear runs down her stained face (probably makeup, he figures. That's messy stuff) as she smiles. "I've dealt with worse," she answers calmly. When he starts pulling out the oxygen thing, she chuckles to herself. "Epiphany is gonna be mad you did that."
"Well I can breathe fine without it," he argues, mildly wincing with the pain of the bullet wound. "This thing's just annoying me."
"You were shot in the chest and narrowly escaped having a serious head trauma, Jason, that's not fine. I had to sign off on four different surgeries for you! One to remove the bullet, one when something went wrong after that with the bullet, an exploratory brain surgery, and then, just for fun, they had me sign off on an exploratory heart surgery to make sure you hadn't had more severe bleeding than they thought," Carly starts in on him, clearly worked up.
"How long was I out?"
"Three days. You could've died in this hospital and guess who would've been to blame? Me. Sam reminded me of that more times than I'd like to think about," she continues her rant. "No taking stupid risks with your life! If you see a gun pointed at you you run the other direction, you don't save me first! I need you alive so promise me you're not going to be a hero and save everyone but yourself."
"The guns were pointed at you, Carly," he argues, knowing it's in vein by the look on her face that says he's not getting out of this. "I wasn't taking a risk with my life, I was saving you."
"And you could've died doing it!"
"You could've died too, you know. They could've shot you or a bullet could've ricocheted. Besides, I'm fine," Jason shrugs off the surgery. "In a little bit of chest pain and with a minor headache but fine all things considered."
She glares at him, clearly still upset. Grabbing his hand, she exclaims, "I thought you were going to die! Sam was blaming me for it left and right. Jake, Danny and Scout thought their dad wouldn't wake up. Michael, Joss, and Donna were worried to all hell. Which reminds me, I was instructed by Donna to give you this card." After a brief moment of fumbling around in her purse, she found the piece of paper she was looking for and hands it to him.
The card was clearly written by Avery, considering that the handwriting is much better than Donna's. It reads, "Get Better Quick!" And has a stick figure that's supposed to be him with a bunch of red coming from his shirt. Blood, he figures. On the inside, it's the stick figure napping, no more red stain. All in all, it's a cute card.
"Hey Carly, is-" Sam starts, entering the room angrily. "Jason! You're up!"
"I'm going to go call my kids," Carly announces, leaving the room. "I'll be back in a few minutes, probably armed with at least one of them."
Getting a quiet chuckle out of Jason, she leaves the room with a pep on her step. He must've scared them pretty bad if she's that happy about his being awake and as functioning a human as someone in a hospital bed can be.
Sam, beaming, takes Carly's place and says, "Thank god. You were worrying us for a while there."
"I'm fine," he shrugs.
"No you're not. You almost died protecting Carly, again. This is becoming a habit of yours, Jason," she sighs. That's a lie; she knows it too. "You being her hero is going to cost you your life one of these days and I don't want that. None of us do."
Now she's just flat out pissing him off. Only took about a minute to do that, which is kind of impressive. "What do you want me to do, let her get shot?"
She takes a minute to think about her answer. What the hell? There's a right answer and there's a wrong answer here.
"I don't want you to die because of her. That's what I think. If that's the only way for it to happen, then yes, I guess she's going to get shot. It wouldn't kill you to let her have a little bit of the consequences for her actions for once, you know," Sam says simply. "Doing something dumb enough to get shot at might be a sign she has to learn her lesson."
"The gun was aimed at her. It was a hired gun from Cyrus. As far as I knew, his orders were to take her out." When Sam stops reacting, he asks, "What did Cyrus do?"
"You got shot saving her," Sam continues. "She's never going to learn to depend on you less if you keep saving her everytime you think she's in trouble, Jason. She'll always be this dependent, if not more, on you."
Oh good god. This conversation is going in circles and it's giving him a headache. "It's not your business anymore whether she's dependent on me or not," he says, voice as even as possible. She seems to be forgetting they're not together, or even friends anymore. They coparent their kids, that's it.
There's a hurt look on Sam's face, he can see as she simply responds, "You're right. But that doesn't mean that it's a good thing you could die protecting her from her own messes."
"I never said it was a good or bad thing. I'm alive."
"I've got to go get the kids," she excuses herself before leaving the room.
Well now he kinda feels like shit. He didn't mean to send her away or hurt her feelings, but it's clear he did just that. To be fair, she might've forgotten about the kids for a bit and remembered she had to pick them up somewhere, but he doubts it. Not wholehearted doubt, but enough.
"Stop frowning. It causes wrinkles," Carly jokes as she enters the room again. "Sam just went to go get Danny and Scout from the Quartermaine's. My kids are over the moon you're doing better. Donna would like to run in here right now, but I had to remind her it's a hospital and that's disgusting."
"The hospital's fairly clean," he smiles before noticing that her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. "What happened?"
"Cyrus is out on bail. He's got full reign of the hospital."
"How?"
"I guess his lawyer's actually good and managed to get him bail. Sympathetic judge," the blonde says, shrugging. "He's stayed away from me, thank god. Not for me, for him. I'm half sure if I saw him I'd start attacking him."
"What about the trial?"
"It's over. Cyrus changed his plea. His sentencing isn't for a few weeks, though, so his lawyer petitioned for bail and got it," she smiles brightly as she says the first part, tone turning for the later half. "And if you're not admitted out of here by then, rest assured, I'll break you out to go."
He chuckles, noticing her eyes are glossy. "Why are you crying?"
"I don't know," Carly laughs. "It's just happening. Tears have decided to fall from my eyeballs, which doesn't even make sense because I'm happy right now. You're alive and as well as can be considering your four surgeries, everyone's fine, I don't get it." She wipes her tears away with a chuckle. "If you'd died because of me-"
"I didn't. I'm alive. Stop worrying I'm going to have a heart attack or something and die. I made it, you made it, your family is fine, my family is fine. No point in dwelling on the past," Jason interrupts her. "See? I'll be fine in a few days."
"You're in here because of me," she argues weakly, not meeting his eyes.
"Look at me, Carly," he instructs calmly and she does just that. "This isn't your fault. It's not mine or anyone but Cyrus's. And the guys that shot me. Alright? You did nothing wrong."
"I could've-"
"Could've what? Been psychic? Predicted the future? That's not real and we both know it. What is real is that I am alive. Everyone we care about it alive. I'm not planning on dying anytime soon. Everything is fine and you're not responsible for not having psychic abilities," Jason reminds her, watching her try to find a hint of a lie within the words or a way she can continue to blame herself. "Stop blaming yourself."
"Fine," she caves, "if you promise to not forget to save yourself when bullets start flying around me, I'll stop blaming myself."
"Deal."
"I'm waiting for the promise."
"I promise to remember to save myself and you."
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"No," he says, "it really wasn't."
"You can thank me at any time for introducing you to the lovely world of negotiation."
"I've been in a business involving negotiation since the 1990s."
"Coffee is a very competitive business."
"Very."
When she stops bantering with him and kisses him, he knows something in his life has changed.
To be continued after I pass out :) I live in hell
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Turns out that sometimes, she can keep her mouth shut.
She hadn't told anyone what she knew about their relationship, him moving out and into an apartment she didn't recognize. It'd been over a week and still, she didn't snap and start screaming about how Sam should've thought it over in a better way, done this in a better way. She shouldn't have broken his heart like that.
Granted, the fact that Carly had managed to stay pretty clear of Sam didn't hurt.
She couldn't avoid her forever though, and that was proven when Sam walked into the Metro Court, asking to speak with her.
"What's up, Sam?" Carly asks, not in the mood for the conversation but knowing what's to come. She avoided her for a week, and so she'd had more time to think about what she would say.
"Did Jason not tell you?" Sam asks confused.
"About how you kicked him out? No, he told me," Carly tells her. "I understand not being able to deal with the mob lifestyle better than anyone, trust me, but you've known how he is for years. He never pretended to be anything else. For months before his crash, you two were sneaking around and now you've realized you can't deal with it?"
"Danny could've been killed in that explosion. Being with Jason, it made our lives more dangerous than they should be. So even though I love him, so much, I had to break it off for the kids. Danny and Scout don't need to grow up with guards around them constantly, wondering if he's gonna come home alive," Sam defends her decision, not entirely surprised at Carly's reaction. After all, Jason was her best friend. But Carly had also left Sonny before because she needed something safer.
"I know that fear, believe me, but he was gone for so long, Sam. Drew, I know you liked being with him because it was safe, but Jason's not like that. He's always been exactly the same way as he is now. The one thing that's changed in the years I've known him is that he became a husband, and had kids. If you couldn't deal with his lifestyle, you shouldn't have acted like you could for so long because now he's heartbroken and having to watch that is killing me," Carly snaps. "You had every chance to not be with him, but yet you pretended you didn't know what this life entails and got back together with him."
"Because I love him!" Sam exclaims. "I'm in love with him, and I tried to ignore it for months that he was like that but now you're acting like I'm a liar who strung him along!"
Carly chuckles to herself, surprised even though she knows she shouldn't be. "If you didn't string him along, Sam, he wouldn't be feeling like this. You know he's afraid now that you're gonna keep Danny and Scout away from him? No, because you're not the one who's been watching him heartbroken! I know what love can make you do but you told me you evaluated whether or not getting together with him was good and you realized it was good for you and the kids."
"I reevaluated it, Carly, and it wasn't the best thing anymore."
"You and him waited years to be together! Your parole for months was the thing keeping you two apart but now apparently you're not fine with the way he lives his life? There was so much time for you to realize it, so much. I know what it feels like, having your kids and wondering if they're okay but honestly? He'd give his life in a second for them or you. The danger doesn't go away just because you're not with him," Carly says, ending the conversation.
"So you won't even hear me out on this?" Sam asks, hurt. "You told me that you felt like there wasn't a way to deal with the mob before so many times so you left Sonny and now that Jason's hurt, you suddenly won't listen to anyone but him about it?"
"Don't make me take a side here, Sam, because you know I'll pick his," Carly warns. "He loves you so much, he stood there and took it while you word vomited and kicked him out of the house."
"Why isn't he telling me this? Why isn't he fighting for me?"
"He's got me to fight when he's heartbroken," Carly says simply.
"If he wanted to, he would fight for me. No matter what it meant for everything else in his life. Of all people, you know that," Sam reminds her.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" The blonde asks defensively.
"In all the time you've known him, has he ever fought for you, or your kids? Because I know he has, before, for me, a few times, but if you threatened tomorrow that you were leaving Port Charles with your kids and never coming back, he'd fight you on it tooth and nail?"
"Of course he would! Sam, he's not fighting for you because you practically told him you don't want him anymore. So whatever he'd do for me is different," Carly explains.
"I kicked him out and he told me he wasn't going to fight me, Carly. He point blank told me he wasn't going to fight for me or the kids. I wanted, so badly, for him to fight for me, to come up with a miracle solution I know doesn't exist but he didn't, of course, and so he didn't fight for our relationship! Believe it or not, he is not the only victim here," Sam snaps at her.
"He didn't fight because you made him feel like all of you would be better off without him there! You love the money and the great, gorgeous guy on your arm, Sam, and you love him being with the kids but you don't like anything that goes along with it," Carly fights back. "Don't you dare act like you didn't cause your own heartbreak and his too. The only difference is that you're only a victim of your own actions, while he's a victim of you breaking his heart and I have to watch him ponder his life decisions."
"What did you just call me?" Jason asks, having apparently shown up while she was causing a minor scene in public.
"A great, gorgeous guy and a victim of her breaking your heart," Carly states. "Don't read into it."
"I'm not," he assures her, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Jason, hey," Sam greets him awkwardly. "How, uh, how are you holding up?"
"Well, considering everything that's been going on, I've been doing pretty okay for myself," he smiles sadly at her. "Moved back into my apartment a few days ago, and I've been really focused on work. I get Danny next week, right?"
"About that-" Sam starts but a furious blonde cuts her off.
"You're going to keep his children from him? God, why don't you cut his heart out of his chest and serve it for dinner at this rate? They deserve to have their father in their lives!" Carly exclaims angrily. "He is a great father and they should grow up with him in their lives."
"Calm down, Carly," Jason calmly states.
"Calm down? She's trying to ruin your entire life, Jason! She's broken your heart and now she's trying to keep Danny and Scout away from you! You might be okay with just sitting back and letting her do that to you but I am not because you deserve better than that," Carly says, rage fizzing out of her.
"So first I'm a stupid heartbreaker, then I'm a vain bitch who only likes him because he's hot and has money, and now I'm a life ruiner," Sam chuckles sadly to herself. "It's good to know what you really think about me."
"You're everything I said, and you know it. Stop acting like you're perfect, and above everyone else. If you judge me for my actions that's fine but when I cast the same judgement upon you, suddenly you're this perfect damsel in distress who needs Jason to defend her honor. Jason, the same guy you gave up, the same guy who would do anything for you, for your family! Excuse me if I see through it," Carly defends herself and her friend.
"Anything but leave the mob, leave town, do anything really that involved ignoring you," the long haired brunette frowns slightly. "He's been standing here and I've been having to defend myself against you while he's there making sure you're okay! You, who he's supposedly just friends with! Like it or not, you're responsible for this too."
"How am I responsible? I didn't break his heart, tear his family away from him, you did!" The blonde shouts. "I, for once, am innocent. He is who he is and you knew that being in the business is a part of it when you had kids with him, fell in love with him."
An obviously uncomfortable Jason steps in here, "This is not your fault, Carly. It's not. Sam reached the point where she can't deal with this life anymore, and so she's done this. Does it hurt like hell? Yes, yes it does and I'm not gonna pretend it doesn't, but you're not going to start fighting her everytime you see her because of this."
"I'm getting it all out of my system now," she assures him, "but I'm still mad."
"This, this is what I was talking about! You're acting like somehow she's involved in this when she's just decided to inject herself into it because of you," Sam snaps slightly.
"She involved herself in this because she's my best friend, Sam, and she cares about me. Don't get me wrong, I know you care about me too, but she's been there for me while I've gone through some serious stuff and so I'm going to make sure she's okay because neither you or I are," Jason defends his actions.
"I'm okay, actually. Honestly, I'm happy I don't have to compete for your attention with her anymore," Sam smiles sadly at him.
"Compete for my attention?" Jason asks, confused.
"She says jump you ask how high, Jason. No one else has this power over you that she does and now I don't have to deal with that. It's refreshing," she admits.
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