#Arkham inmate Jason

[satoshy12]

Arkham psychiatrist Jazz and Arkham inmate Jason Todd

It started with Jazz helping the crime Lord Red Hood, and to the surprise of all the new Arkham psychiatrists, Jasmine Fenton was a actually Harleen Quinzel, who was successful. She didn't pull a Harley Quinn. But fixed the crime boss.

And as Jason was released, he was no longer mentally ill and healthy. Which he really was. He left Gotham. Not once looking back.

What Dick/Batman put him into Arkham! He won't return there.

In Amity Park

Jason moved into the Fenton household as Jason Fenton, husband of Jasmine Fenton. Who would have thought he would marry his psychiatrist in Arkham?

Well, he did, and he was no big brother. Jason to Danny and Dani, son-in-law of the mad scientist Jack and Maddie Fenton. And the BBQ champion of the neighborhood of Amity Park.

He retired from being a hero, villain, or crime boss!

[mikakuna]

this is one of the arkham knight audio files where jason kinda breaks down to barbara and it's SO SAD. the way his voice shakes and gets smaller like a child's when talking about what joker did to him gets me so bad :(

[citybythesea1-blog]

Was anyone going to tell me Arkham Asylum was destroyed in canon, or was I just supposed to find out for myself by buying a comic book?

It happened in Detective Comics #1047

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim's science experiments but they get increasingly unethical:

- Turning entire meals into nutrient injections

- Downloading TikTok onto the Batcomputer

- Devising a new blood typing system for extraterrestrials

- 3D printing a new spleen

- AirTagging Bart and having him travel through time

- Filling Jason's grave with different kinds of sand to make sedimentary rock

- BatGPT, an AI trained on confidential case files

- Traveling across universes to introduce an orphaned child Bruce to a childless Thomas and Martha

- Cloning everyone, including himself, to run simulations of every possible social situation

- Stanford Prison Experiment with Arkham inmates

[moralityandmusings]

DP x DC: Jazzercize

Jazz knew she wouldn't be able to break the Joker. Research has proven that cognitive-behavioral therapy doesn't work on psychopaths, it just provides them with more insight into how to manipulate others and fake their own personalities. So, none of her usual methods would work. However, Jazz was never one to back down from a bet, especially one from the know-it-all literature major in her orientation group. Besides, there's more than one way to approach working with a client, and she'd heard that there had not been much research done yet on the actual benefits of attempting to "scare somebody straight" from a criminal lifestyle. Maybe, with a little help from Fright Knight and Danny, she could win this bet against Jason Todd. After all, she never specified what type of therapy she was allowed to try and Arkham Asylum didn't really seem to care as long as the specialists who were brought in didn't help the inmates escape or go crazy themselves. She had a lot of ideas she wanted to try, especially if her theory of Joker's liminality was correct.

Time to see what scares a clown, even if it is an exercise in restraint.

[arandomao3user]

More incorrect quotes from my J.J. AU FIGHT ME I LOVE HIM!!!

Context: Joker Junior incident happens, Bruce locks Tim in Arkham for two years, Jason comes back and adopts this sad wet cat clown child, basically... Also, Steph is Spoiler and hates Batman, as she should.

—

Random goon: Is... Is it safe for, uh, him to have a gun..?

Tim, spinning in a swivel chair while holding two guns: Weeeeeee!!!

Jason: Sure. Why?

Goon: . . . No reason.

—

Jason: Why would I work with you?

Bruce: Because this case involves both of us.

Jason: Hmm, I'll need to discuss with my associates.

Bruce: Your wha—

Jason: Spoiler, Little Red, opinions?

Stephanie, on comms: Uh, Tim needs a better code name, and also kick Batman in the dick.

Jason: On it.

Jason, kicking Dick in the shin:

Dick: OW!?

Jason: Now what?

—

Tim: If I'm insane then why can I do this?!

Tim, proceeds to do a flip:

—

Stephanie: Hey, hey, let's both out on Spoiler costumes and see if Jason can tell us apart.

Tim: You have boobs! It'll be obvious!

Stephanie: Bet.

thirty minutes later...

Jason: . . .

Stephanie: C'mon, be so for real.

Tim: I'm actually concerned.

Jason: WELL ONE OF YOU STUFFED A BRA!

Tim: TO EQUAL THE PLAYING FIELDS!

Stephanie: I literally am taller.

Jason: How do I know one of ya ain't wearin' heels!? Y'know what? F#-$ this, I'm callin' Selina...

—

Black Mask: Okay, who are you?

Jason: The Red Hood.

Black Mask: Okay, you're the one I want dead. Good. But who is she?

Stephanie: Batman.

Black Mask: No, you're not.

Stephanie: Am too!

Jason: She basically is.

Black Mask: No—

Stephanie: Sounds sexist. You sexist?

Black Mask: I—

Jason: Ooo, he is! Can't believe this. To her face?

Stephanie: To my face?!

Black Mask: I am gonna shoot you both!

Stephanie: Do it. P#-$#. No balls.

Black Mask: Are you actually antagonizing me right now? I am the Black Mask!

Jason: I'm the Red Hood. Red is cooler.

Black Mask: No, it's not!

Jason: Are you arguing with me about colours? Wow, so childish.

Stephanie: So childish.

Black Mask: . . . Okay, I'm gonna kill you both now.

Dick, knocking him out from behind: That was your guys' idea of a distraction!?

Bruce: That was reckless.

Stephanie: Well you wouldn't let us bring Tim!

Tim, cackling from the shadows: I'm here anyways!

Jason: TIMOTHY, I TOLD YOU TO STAY YOUR A&# HOME!

Tim: I WAS UNDERSTIMULATED! D:<

—

Talia, over the phone: So how is your revenge plans working out for you, Jason?

Jason, looking over at Tim and Stephanie who are painting each other's nails while My Little Pony plays in the background: Uhh...

—

Tim: Can I have coffee?

Jason: . . . Sure.

Tim: Yay!

Tim, takes a sip and promptly starts choking: WHAT IS THAT!?

Jason: Coffee?

Tim: I hate it.

Jason: Thought ya would.

Tim: I'd rather do weed with Crane again than that!

Jason: What?

Tim: What?

—

Bruce, at a gala, staring in horror as Jason and Tim show up in disguise: Dick... Dick!?

Dick: Oh, my gods...

Tim, proceeding to sneak over to Lex Luther and Kon:

Jason: Tim, no.

Tim: >:)

Jason: This is an undercover mission. Stay away from the kryptonian!

Tim: CONNOR! :D

Kon: TIM! :D

Jason, face palming as they begin to greet one another like overactive puppies:

—

Stephanie: Woah, you're gonna teach me to fight in heels!?

Selina: It's a skill all girls should know.

Tim, in the background, trying to balance in heels:

Selina: And Tim.

—

Harvey, in Arkham, gesturing wildly to a traumatized Tim: Why the f#-&$ is a toddler here?!

Ivy: I think it's Joker's.

Crane: Mm, no, Joker looked more German. This kid looks French.

Clayface: Can confirm, there's a difference.

Harvey, gesturing wildly to Tim: HE'S LIKE EIGHT!? HE IS SMALL!? D:

Crane: Batman will pick a fight with anything, damn.

Ivy: All in agreement to rub this in Batman's face anytime we see him?

Everyone: Yup.

Tim, crying on the floor: Batmaaaan...

—

Bernard, on TikTok live: And this is Crime Alley! Notoriously ran by the Red Hood, Spoiler, and Catwoman! Though there's rumors that the escaped inmate known as Joker Juni—

Tim: Hi.

Bernard:

Bernard, brain failing: Hi?

Tim: Whatchu doin'?

Bernard: Uh... I'm... Who are you???

Tim: An escaped inmate from Arkham.

Tim: Wanna see my favorite places? :D

Bernard, playfully: Is it a date?

Tim, taking his free hand: Sure!

Bernard, brain failing:

—

Stephanie: Did he kidnap you?

Bernard: Huh? No! I... Well... No?

Tim: My collection of blondes continues... I wonder if I can convince Kon to dye his hair?

—

Kon: You're really pretty.

Tim, drawing on Kon's face: I know :D

—

Tim, in a sing song voice: Guess who hacked the pentagon!

—

[spoiledcarmen]

The Caged Bird Refuses To Sing

Pair: jason todd x reader

Tags: angst/no comfort, civilian x incarcerated relationship, short oneshot, angst and drama, prison

Summary: Jason kills the joker, hes in jail; you visit him.

Authors Note: i know Jason kills to “clean up” Gotham, but let’s just enjoy the fic..

“Why would you?” your eyes tremble as you look at him, your voice cracks and you hold tighter onto the phone; as if you’re holding him. you try your hardest to look away but you can’t. the orange jumpsuit which has ‘GOTHAM D.O.C’ printed on the back in big bold letters haunts you, it’s vibrance haunts you.

”Why wouldn’t i? He hurt me!” he spits back at you, Jason had never hurt you before, but he sure seems like he wants to and is about to. “You don’t know what i had to endure because of him! you don't understand my pain!” his eyebrows furrow and his eyes tremble; not like yours. not in fear, but in anger. the rusty microphone makes his voice more distorted than you remember, he disappears for months and he comes back to you in a orange jumpsuit.

the more you stare at him the more his scars seem to transfer to you, the deeper they cut, you want to understand his panic he won’t let you. you reach out to touch him, to touch his cheek. to feel if it’s really him; if it’s the same skin that once radiated warmth to you during the harsh Gotham winters. your fingers stop against the glass. your breath hitched for a moment.

the glass.. that so called glass is supposed to protect you. if it protects you who protects him? “Jason… are you safe?” your voice is barely above a whisper, the microphone hardly catches it. “You mean have i joined a gang yet?” he almost cracks a smile at your naivety. asking if the arkham knight is safe.you should be asking if the other inmates are safe; or if he had brainwashed them yet.

”well have you?” “don’t worry i haven’t joined one.” he cracks a soft smile, well that’s at least how you see it. it’s a smirk, he knows he’s got you wrapped around his pinky finger. ‘How could he be so happy while in jail?’ you ask yourself.

“Times up, Todd.” is what you hear after the big metal door to the right is opened. he lets out a big huff as the Officer behind him pulls him by the shoulders “Stay strong for me, Doll. i’ll be out before you know it, Princess!” he winks as the officer pulls him out of his seat aggressively. of course he has to throw in those nicknames. your water filled eyes tremble as they watch the officers handcuff him. handcuff your baby. your man.

that murderer. that cold-blooded murderer.

[moon-ayyye]

Insane decision to place "8 heads in a duffel bag, mass serial killer" Jason Todd, who is actively going through a psychotic break, mind you, in a prison filled with the exact type people he thinks need to die

That man probably thought his stay at Arkham was divine intervention. He killed dozens and read the entire stay. If any major rogues were there, which they weren't, then he probably would've toyed with them a little

There hasn't been a single major rogue who was 'rehabilitated' in Arkham. Why did they think Jason would be any different? Like, if they put him in Blackgate, at least he'd only kill in self defence, since usually the inmates are goons who are desperate for money. But Arkham? It's like putting a starving great white shark in the decorative fish aquarium, and the only security measure is thoughts and prayers

Half convinced he didn't break out because he didn't want to fr

[vodrae]

Normal quote but told outside of Gotham

Bruce: I think I should be more of a Dick y'know.

Tim: To be a better man I think I need more Dick in me.

Jason: Man, I think we need to raise an altar to Dick.

Barbara: I love Dick so much it's almost hurt.

Talia: Thus said Dick tried to take my husband from me. Now I have a great relationship with Dick.

Damian: We all know Father let the clown live to prove his moral superiority. If Father unleashed his anger, nobody and nothing would be safe. This is his sisyphus task to prove himself everyday he won't let anybody claim his soul. A single life taken would be an absolute defeat and destroy everything he fought for and erased the very blurry line between him and Arkham's inmates.

[batmen-and-birds]

i love love love batentity crises pls do more im begging 🙏

Soo the Joker was first in B's hit list, well he ain't the last!

The List, in no particular order: Slade, The Court of Owls, Black Mask, KG Beast, Boomerang Man, Cassandras Dad, and whoever else thought it would be a good idea to hurt his kids far more than the average bad guy.

And B is no fool. He knows the moment that he beats up the Joker, the others will have a lead. So as soon as he's done with him, he starts dishing it out on the others in the list.

Gordon is getting a little overwhelmed bc of that. What do you mean someone broke INTO Arkham and the other Blackgate to beat up some of the inmates. He's really debating if it's even worth it investigating this, when he finds out that Multiple socialites and politicians have suddenly disappeared.

The Batfam are taking up those cases alongside their usual stuff, but the crime scenes all are pretty barren. They realize any actual leads are just red herrings and decide to interrupt the Bruces' search to ask for input.

The three of them (Bats, Brucie and Matches) take one look at the beaten Joker, then at the list of missing one-percenters, then at each others before telling them that B's probably the cause if it.

The kids can barely believe it. The reports claim that the Joker is still in critical condition.

"Honestly surprised he didn't just finish it there", Matches comments, him and Bats looking at pictures of Joker's conditions, both quietly impressed how much damage and pain one man could inflict on another. Brucie had just a glance at the evidence before excusing himself to hover next to the (bat-)bin with Alfred having to rub his back.

Jason looks at the criminal incredulously, "Bruce doesn't kill"

"Correction: Batman doesn't kill. Bruce Thomas Wayne has attempted murder and thought to have killed multiple individuals. Including the Joker," Bats informed the others, to the shock to everyone.

"I don't kill either!", Brucie informed, to the shock of no one.

Matches scoffs, "That's because you can't stand the sight of gore and Bats too much of a pussy to go through with it. Me 'n B seem to be the only one with some balls."

"There's no way. If that was ever the case, then why isn't the bastard long dead!", Jason demanded. He and Bruce were... working on their relationship, before the split. Still, reminders of his ignored plea to end the clown weren't exactly welcome.

"...From what I can recall, Joker was one of the individuals Bruce believed to have killed," Bats spoke into the quiet that overtook the cave.

Jason looked at the three parts of his father, then the rest of the family and their pale faces. The young man shook his head before storming out, "If I wanna get lied to I'd just talk to regular Bruce."

"Jay, please-", Brucie pleaded but was stopped from following by Matches.

"Let him be, buck", Matches tells him, "I'll handle it later, 'kay?"

[gothamundernightlight]

Incorrect Batfam Quotes

Jason: *has control of the Arkham PA system

Jason: Just a reminder, to all inmates…

Jason: …if you ever feel safe, just remember I’m out there.

[gilbirda]

I'm just a simple guard, man

Part 6 of my Danny is an Arkham Security Guard AU (og tumblr post)

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<< Prequel - Clown around and find out | First Part

There was silence and tension as they watched Batman go through the motions, tying up the unmoving but awake Joker and moving him to somewhere closer to the entrance. Joker was surprisingly responsive and lucid, just mellowed and obedient. Somehow it made it better — if he was a vegetable Jason knew Batman wouldn’t let that go until Danny undid what he had done.

Danny.

The Ghost King.

Jason didn’t know exactly what that meant. Heck, until today he didn’t know that ghosts were kind of a thing. Mythical creatures, he could buy. Apparitions, imprints of conscience that were unavenged — that he could buy too. But a Ghost King implied an organized society with status and a legal organization. A power structure.

“Oh yeah, forgot to mention that.”

He turned towards the doctor well aware his face showed every emotion.

“The fuck?”

“Did that really happen?” Duke was trying to keep calm, but his eyes were wide open and his hands slightly trembling.

“Yeah?” She lifted an eyebrow.

“But—”

“How the heck—”

“ — how did he do that —”

“ — did he set him on fire!”

“ — and is he even human?”

“Children,” Alfred stood from his seat, positioning himself between the brothers and their guest. “Let her breathe.”

“It’s okay, Mr. — uh…” She blushed as she realized she never asked for his name.

“Alfred,” the butler smiled, “Alfred Pennyworth.”

“Mr. Pennyworth,” she nodded politely. “I’m fine. I am aware that after that… theatrical spectacle, explanations are needed.”

“Indeed.” Batman cut in the conversation. “Proper explanations are in order. After I deliver the Joker to Arkham.”

“You can’t be serious!” Did the old man go crazy? Back to that place?

Jazz frowned, seemingly sharing his thoughts. She leaned closer to the microphone and spoke in a controlled voice. “Where are you delivering him? In the hospital.”

Bruce took way too long to answer, so Tim did it for him. “Through the front door?”

Jazz didn’t find it funny. “Wait for me.”

“What?”

“I said, wait for me.” Jazz reached for her discarded jacket, eyeing the door to the elevator back to the manor. “Joker is my patient and I need to be there.”

“What for?”

She turned to look at Jason. “He doesn’t deserve to be left at the mercy of some of the people in the Asylum. They could—”

“He can rot for all I care.”

The vigilante walked up to her, getting in her way and using his height and build to scare her into submission. Jazz held his gaze, defiant, muscles tense and ready to throw down if needed.

“You don’t know that place like I do.”

Jason huffed. “Whatever the inmates want to do to him, he deserves it.”

“I wasn’t talking about the inmates.” Her teal eyes steeled with fury. “Arkham has a history of staff abusing their authority.”

Duke glanced at Alfred, unsure what to make of that statement. He quietly stood up, getting ready to intervene in case Jason decided to get violent; but Alfred held him back with a gloved hand on his shoulder.

“Again, he deserves it.”

Tired of craning her neck to look up at him, Jazz stepped back. “He deserves the judgment of the people he’d hurt in the past — something my brother and I can promise you will happen.” Given what they saw in the camera feeds, nobody doubted the siblings could ensure it. “But I’m not going to tolerate that my patient spends his last years alive being unnecessarily abused.”

“I told you—”

“What do you think,” she interrupted Jason, her gaze cold and her body tense, “will happen if someone dies full of rage? If in their last moments they wish they could enact vengeance on those that harmed them?” She narrowed her eyes, knowing her words were hitting something in him. “What do you think will happen to the Joker’s soul if he’s abused and tortured at Arkham, and probably killed, after he crosses the Veil?”

“I—”

“A huge pain in the ass, it’s what will happen.”

The tense silence could be cut with a knife. Duke couldn’t understand how Jazz not only managed to stare down the six foot something tank that Jason was, but she also commanded the attention and respect. He was a newcomer to the place and he had done more than enough crazy stuff during his time in a gang; but he still struggled with openly challenging Jason and Cass. And Tim, but that was when the vigilante fell into his weird mumbling-in-the-dark episodes.

“I’m taking you there.”

He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the garage section of the cave. Jazz yanked her arm free and stopped to cross her arms.

“I can walk on my own.”

Jason bristled, opened his mouth to continue their fight, but apparently that was when Alfred had enough.

“If you want to get there in time,” his voice was neutral, controlled, and his face wore his signature arched eyebrow, “I'd recommend leaving right now.”

His tone was final.

Jazz and Jason looked at each other, frozen under the certified Alfred glare. They nodded and walked quickly towards where Jason’s signature red bike was parked.

***

Arkham Asylum was a mess when the duo arrived — police cars flooded the entrance, and the Batmobile stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of all the red and blue lights flashing around.

Jazz cursed under her breath. She would have preferred to not turn the situation into a circus.

They managed to walk through the sea of cops and civilians looking in the compound from the metal gates. Funny enough, the few guards blocking the way didn’t move to stop them once both glared at them at the same time.

Jazz made a beeline at the Director chatting animatedly with Batman. Black Bat was standing a bit back with Red Robin, probably discussing what just happened with Danny, but the Arkham doctor didn’t care about them.

“I demand I see my patient.” Jazz didn’t beat around the bush.

The Director blinked and slowly looked away from Batman, as if he couldn’t believe someone had the audacity to interrupt this moment. “Miss Fenton—”

“Doctor.” She corrected him.

The man cleared his throat, throwing a nervous glance at the silent Dark Knight.

“Doctor Fenton,” the word was spit like it was a curse, “your shift doesn’t start until eight.”

“But the Joker is my patient and I know he’s in there.” She gestured at the looming Asylum with her hand. “After such a traumatic event I need to see him.”

Someone coughed a laugh behind the Director. At least the man had the decency of hiding a smile.

“The Joker is not going anywhere, Miss— Doctor.” He added when she glared at him. “You can schedule a session tomorrow. That is, if your patient is up for conversation.” With that, the man deemed their conversation over and turned back to Batman. “Once again, thank you so much, Batman. I’m not going to ask how you did it this time, but we will certainly appreciate the results.”

Jason was as happy as everyone else that Joker wouldn’t be a problem anymore, but the way this bastard was treating Jasmine was outright criminal. He squared up for a fight and tried to step forward, but a cold hand on his forearm stopped him. Jazz moved her eyebrows up and her eyes went over his body before she looked back towards the police. Several new vehicles joined the party — all the Gotham news channels were here to record the event.

And he wasn’t wearing his suit. Right.

He nodded and remained where he was, but made a gesture towards where the Director was waxing poetry about how good Batman was for their city and how much the city owed him.

Do you want me to beat him up for you? He wanted to ask.

Jazz chuckled, hiding her smile behind her hand. She shook her head and patted his arm a few times.

“Thanks,” she whispered, “but not today.”

He didn’t know how serious she was. This was the same person who pulled a gun at Red Hood and five seconds later forced him into a therapy session. The same lunatic that was excited about having the whole bat flock in her apartment so she could question them.

For the first time since the alarm sounded about Joker’s escape, Jason let himself relax a little bit. Jazz was crazy enough to take on Arkham’s finest and leave victorious.

“Director Kallwick,” her voice was pure steel, “I’m afraid it’s imperative I see my patient after such a traumatic—”

“I think there’s something you are not understanding, Miss Fenton.”

“And what is it?” She crossed her arms.

The Director raised an eyebrow, now fully facing her. It didn’t escape Jason how the man squared his shoulders to look bigger and overpower Jazz. He had seen that behavior way too many times, in many different situations — and he didn’t like it when men like the Director used it against people that couldn't fight back, specially women.

He glanced at Bruce, trying to gauge how much the old man would flip if he intervened anyway. He trusted Jazz, but he really didn’t like the Director right now.

“I’m positive that after today’s… development,” he smiled, “things at Arkham will definitely change. For the best, of course.” He raised an eyebrow. “Starting with streamlining our staff and making sure we count on experienced doctors to treat the patients that really need it.”

Was he implying…?

Jazz hummed, regarding the man with as much contempt as she allowed herself to show. “I know you don’t like me, Mr. Kallwick. You never did. I know you hired me because you needed cannon fodder to sacrifice and keep the Joker entertained.” She smiled. “I’m young, but I’m not stupid. And I know men like you — weak, scared, and cowardly.”

“Hey there young—”

“I know you’d rather let your staff die than develop better and healthier outlets for patient’s destructive tendencies.” She lifted a hand and walked closer, poking the man’s chest. “I know that you look the other way when guards and doctors mentally and physically abuse inmates because you actually think they deserve it.” She poked him again.

“I don’t—” He went to grab her hand.

She moved away from him so quickly and so smoothly that it looked like a dance step.

She smiled. It wasn’t nice. “And I know all about what you’ve been doing with the funds and donations.”

Even in the middle of the noise from the crowd at the gates, you could hear the man loudly swallow.

“I know about the embezzling and the bribes and the interesting filing mistakes and convenient registration mishaps, Mr. Kallwick.” Her eyes slowly turned greener. It was subtle, but you could see that her usual teal color suddenly looked greener than blue. A trick of the lights, you could think, but the bats knew better. “I know you don’t care how or why the Joker is unresponsive, but I do; and if you want me to stay in my lane I highly recommend you stay in yours.”

The man processed her words, the thoughts clear in his eyes. He was probably thinking how she could have found out, or who told her, or how was he going to silence her better.

Jason saw the switch to the later thought as clear as day.

Bruce saw it too.

Before the man said or did anything else, the tall and quiet shadow of Batman placed himself behind Jazz, one hand on her shoulder as an obvious sign of his support. The other two bats placed themselves on the sides of the Arkham doctor, arms crossed, looking down at the man who was realizing too late the mistake he made.

***

“Are you still mad?”

“Hm.”

“You sound like the old man.”

Jazz glared at him, violently stabbing her ice cream cup and breaking her plastic spoon.

“You may need to deal with those anger issues. Have you thought about going to therapy?” He said with a bright smile.

She stood up, not caring about attracting attention. Who was going to pay attention to them, Jason didn’t know. It was way early in the morning — or late at night, it depends on how you see it — and Jazz had demanded they go to the closest ice cream place that was open.

Luckily he knew a place, because of course only in Gotham someone would be crazy enough to have an ice cream shop open at this hour.

“Some vigilantes, and some rogues, really like ice cream. It is an untapped market.” The man running the place said when asked, shrugging like it was obvious.

Jazz sat back down, now with a new spoon, and continued eating her sweet monstrosity of layered chocolate and dulce de leche.

“If you are this mad I highly recommend you take it with Bruce. I’m sure he will be very understanding and accept your feedback.”

She kicked him in the shins, rolling her eyes at his sarcasm.

“Whatever you say, mister Daddy Issues.”

It was his turn to kick her, but she was expecting the movement and moved away before he made contact. She smirked, taking another bite of her ice cream with a smug smile on her face.

God, he hated older siblings and their knowing smiles.

He prepared to kick her again..

“Don’t even try,” a new voice said, the person taking the empty chair on their little table. “Jazz is like a ninja when she really wants to.”

Jason wanted to differ and explain he had trained with literal ninjas, but the speed at which she whipped a gun on him not that long ago came to his mind. Was it a liminal thing? Or a Jasmine thing? Maybe a Fenton thing?

“Hey.”

“Hey back at you.” Danny sighed, taking Jazz’s ice cream cup and biting directly from the top layer. “That bad, huh?”

Jason bit his simple chocolate cone, watching the siblings talk.

“She’s mad because B scary dog privileged his way into making the Arkham Director submit and it undermined Jazz’s authority. She did a neat speech and everything.” He shook his head. “All wasted.”

She huffed and stole her ice cream back. “I didn’t need his support.”

“I know you don’t.” Danny glanced at Jason. “But it’s better if you have Batman’s backup, yes?”

Jazz ignored him.

Jason took the chance to look at Danny, trying to find anything that was different about the young man. He still had the scene back with Joker burned in his mind.

King of the Ghosts.

He would have never guessed, given the scrawny and sleep deprived raccoon of a man sitting next to him. He was still wearing the same shirt and under the fluorescent lights of the ice cream shop, it was easier to see the scars on his arms and hands — and the ones peeking from under his collar.

“Spit it out.”

“Huh?”

Danny rolled his eyes. “You have questions. Ask.”

“I don’t—” He tried to deny it, but thought better about it. Jason bit his ice cream and cleared his throat. “I want to ask about —��

“Of course you want to ask about what happened.”

A soft thump! came from under the table, and given Danny’s glare at Jazz then she probably kicked him for the sass.

“What do you want to know?”

“Why are you being so forthcoming?”

“I’m feeling charitable today.” Another kick from under the table. “Ok, ok! No need for violence.” He sighed. “Jazz’s right. This is not my territory. If we want to stay, we have to play nice with you guys.”

The way he said it, and the way he made a face when he said it, told Jason that Danny was really struggling with trusting the bats with the information. Trust issues he could understand — one wasn’t in their line of work without being betrayed or hurt enough to warrant these issues.

No. It was something deeper.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

There were many questions burning in his mind and he didn’t know how long they had. “Why… Gotham? Why Arkham? Why a guard?”

“You just wasted your time man. You already know the answer for that.” He pointed at his sister, who nodded in agreement. “I followed her.”

“And I came here because I was interested in the rogues.” She added, licking her spoon clean.

Jason shook his head. “I meant — why is the King of the Ghosts… just… here?” He lowered his voice, glancing at the ice cream man. The man was half asleep on the counter and clearly not listening. “Don’t you have better things to do?”

Danny responded with a dry laugh. “I have no interest in being the king of anything.”

“But?”

He looked away, suddenly very uncomfortable.

Jason glanced at Jazz, but she was glaring at the table.

“What happened?” He poked the siblings, trying to be soft. It was obviously a touchy subject, and whatever happened was painful enough that they’ve been avoiding any mention of their past before Gotham like the plague.

“It was… It happened a few years ago. I defeated the previous Ghost King, but nothing happened for a while. I thought… I thought things had calmed down since ghosts stopped attacking my town so often. And then, after I graduated highschool, the Observants started harassing me about taking the throne.”

“Did they hurt you?” Jason didn’t know what these “Observants” were, but he could guess from context.

Danny shook his head, stealing Jazz’s ice cream again. “They were fucking annoying, but they couldn’t touch me. As the Prince, I was technically their superior and untouchable.” He bit the cold treat and chewed. Somehow Jason wasn’t surprised Danny never got a brain freeze. “It was a few more years of avoiding them and trying to keep peace in town, as well as trying to get to know the Infinite Realms.” He chuckled again. “I even considered, for a moment, that being King wasn’t even that bad.

“It was a pretty normal day when it happened. I went to the mall with my friends. Sam, she — She had a fight with her parents and went there to cool down and cheer her up. The ghosts came first,” he pushed the ice cream back to his sister, and avoided Jason’s eyes, “but nothing was out of the ordinary. We fought. I defeated them. More and more kept coming, faster than I — than we could contain them.”

“I was away at college, but I later learned that it was a massive all out attack on just Danny.” Jazz placed a hand on Danny’s. “It was a coup attempt.”

“I didn’t know. I didn’t know that so many people were against me being King, and all that time they were planning the attack, and if I just paid a little more attention… If I wasn’t so—”

Another kick under the table. Danny cleared his throat and tried again.

“The GIW came as well. Things went from bad to worse, and by the end of the day it was an all out war between us, the ghosts doing a coup and the GIW. With our parents at the head of the attack.”

Jason frowned. “But you guys knew they worked with the GIW.”

Jazz gave him a warning look. “We knew they collaborated and consulted for them. We knew about the patent weapons.”

“But we didn’t know that they’d lead an attack on me.”

Danny did a brief pause to breathe, and stole more ice cream from his sister. She just pushed the cup towards him, apparently done with the treat.

Jason followed where the siblings were going. “They knew you’d be at the mall. That… That Phantom would be at the mall.” Danny looked up, his tired eyes confirming his thoughts. “They knew.”

It wasn’t a question.

Jazz nodded anyway. “We don’t know how long they did, but the truth is they knew about Danny. And went for him anyway.”

Minutes ticked by. Jason and Danny made quick work of their ice creams, lost in thought. Jazz checked her phone, frowned, and typed a few messages before putting it away.

“People died.”

Jason blinked at the non sequitur. Danny swallowed the last of the ice cream and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Neighbors, friends, people I knew. That day. They were fine and then they were dead.”

Guilt. It was clear as day.

“Is not your—”

“Don’t.” He cut him off. “Please.”

Jason nodded and decided to move on. “So you won the fight?”

“Barely. The ghosts were either captured by the GIW or retreated when they became outnumbered. Tucker and Sam managed to mess up with the idiots in white’s machines and weapons long enough for us to retreat. But we knew that wasn’t the end of it.

“We packed what we could and I hid at Sam’s, with the excuse that I would help her while she recovered — she broke her arm at the fight. We were a hundred percent sure if… if Jack and Maddie actually knew I was Phantom or not, but just in case.”

“I stayed. They didn’t target me so we were positive they didn’t know about me being liminal, so I stayed home.”

The vigilante frowned at Jazz. “What for?”

“Someone had to monitor them to see what they knew exactly. I also hid away any weapon they could potentially use against Danny.” She shrugged. “Not that it actually helped, because neither came back home in the weeks after the incident.”

“They were at the GIW base.” Danny crossed his arms and leaned back on his seat. The young man looked tired. “Because of course there was work to do with the captured ghosts.”

Jason hummed. “So they’ve been working on experimentation since then?”

Jazz shook her head. “We were telling the truth when we said they weren’t involved in that, at least not by the time we left Amity Park. Back then they were more involved in investigation on ghost containment and weapons research.”

He nodded, and turned back to Danny. “And the coup?”

The young man cursed under his breath. “Dealt with them.”

Jason waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. He cleared his throat and tried again. “What—”

“Listen, man.” He slapped the table and stood up. “That doesn’t matter. They don’t matter. I dealt with it. I accepted the damn crown and then told everybody to fuck off. And they have done that so far.” He breathed in, breathed out. “I’m nobody’s king, I’m just a simple guard now, okay? Nothing more, nothing less.”

With that, Danny walked away and left Jazz and Jason simmer in the tense silence. He looked at her, trying to gauge if he had said the wrong thing, but Jazz appeared apologetic.

“Before you ask — I don’t know either. Nobody does. He just… after we took down the GIW base, he took the captured ghosts back to the Realms. He came back two days later, hurt and barely coherent, and never spoke of what happened there. To anybody.” Not even me, the hurt statement was implied. “He was… changed. He didn’t say what happened but from what we could piece together it was bad, very bad.”

A myriad of possibilities crossed Jason’s mind. How bad is “very bad”? How much did Danny stir things up at the Realms that he had remained unbothered ever since? He tried to map the scars that he saw, and grimaced at the idea of two straight days of fighting after doing a raid to the GIW base.

Danny was done. With being a hero. With fighting. With trying to do the right thing.

What was even the “right thing” here? Going back to being the King of a dimension that doesn’t want him and he doesn’t want in return? Give it up, and risk someone worse taking control of so much power? Destroying the GIW? Going after their own parents?

He thought about the Joker. He asked Jazz when she was back from checking on the clown, and she willingly shared some details about his state. Jason never felt sorry for the fucker, but gained a new appreciation for Danny and his abilities.

The power to take someone’s soul and seal it inside their bodies — what else could he do? What other otherworldly and potentially devastating powers did he have at his disposal?

What else was he choosing not to face? What else was he running away from?

He stood up and followed Danny outside, finding him standing in the cold morning rain of Gotham. It wasn’t pouring, but it was easy to get soaking wet if you underestimated it.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I wasn’t going to ask.”

Both ignored the door when Jazz quietly followed them out of the ice cream shop.

“Good.” The younger man looked up at the gray sky, maybe looking for the sun. Water droplets fell down his face, and he welcomed them with a relieved, albeit tiny, smile. “Because I don’t have anything else to say.”

Jason rolled his eyes. What a drama queen.

He glanced at Jazz, who was shaking her head. “Whatever you say, edgelord.”

She pulled Danny to her chest for a hug, which he only protested with a tiny grumble. Jason chuckled before he was pulled in too by a surprisingly strong grip.

“If I have to suffer sisterly hugs then so do you.”

Jazz giggled but welcomed the addition to her arms, not caring that she could barely hold both of them and her arms fell short. She squeezed them harder towards her chest, humming in delight.

Great, she was a hugger. Jason really didn’t need another Grayson in his life.

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[iguessthisisanewobsession]

All of the semi-decent inmates panic.

They all freak the fuck out and bust out in a mass breakout trying to find the baby.

Like the bats are ready for the worst only to come find the rouges in the most strange of team ups.

Like Bane and Grundy are like busting walls and causing havoc and just when you think it can’t get Any weirder

Bane: Little one! Though your games can be humorous against the others it is counterproductive to hide from your allies!

Jason on the roof listening in: yo Oracle you seeing this shit?

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[anime-potato-san]

Why do people think Arkham! Jason is whiny compared to the other Jasons? To copy and paste what I wrote somewhere else to prove my boy is, in fact, not whiny and just extremely broken and angry, understandably.

He went after the Joker alone after he and Harley killed kindergartners and sewed their body parts together, and the Joker caught him. Jason spent over a year in the abandoned wing in Arkham Asylum, the Joker, with Harley helping, tortured him physically, branding him with the letter J on his cheek, psychologically, mentally breaking him down, with other inmates beating him, including Batman’s rouge’s gallery. Pretty much in every way imaginable, Jason was put through it.

He was lead to believe Batman had abandoned and replaced him, and then the Joker filmed the broken boy being “killed” by him and sent it to Batman, breaking him and causing him to stop looking for Jason out of grief. The Joker continued to torture Jason afterwards until the beginning of Arkham Asylum.

So yeah, I think he deserves a break. He also does redeem himself and become Red Hood, and then he acts more like himself, happier and not crushed by all the pain and hate. (I love that man.)

[a-chicken-with-adhd]

Okay whump fic idea, anyone is free to use as inspo.

Bruce did kill Joker, especially after stopping him from blowing up the UN and killing him when killing the Joker wouldn't cause a war. He kills Joker, not as Batman, but as Bruce Wayne because it was the father mourning a child and not a knight mourning its apprentice.

Bruce is taken to jail (this is very undercover knowledge as to not cause mass panic), Jason revives in his grave, Barbara still becomes paralyzed.

Dick is left with having to manage Gotham, Blüdhaven, Wayne Industries, The Teen Titans, part-timing at the Justice League, and also working as a cop.

Tim still connects the dots and confronts Dick Grayson on overloading himself, he still becomes Robin helping Dick while in Gotham(if more on the investigation and finding evidence and solving cases to give to commissioner Gordan than stopping Bane and supervillians)

Jason still becomes the RedHood, (for more whump purposes) Talia notices that there is something different with Batman but is unable to uncover why.

There's a riot at the Jail Bruce is in and at the same time there's a breakout. Jason is training around the world.

Bruce unfortunately passes due to multiple inmates gaining access to an officers guns and shooting randomly. This is kept quiet. All online rumors shut down by Oracle, not letting the new out until Alfred and Dick are ready.

Dick, Alfred, Barbara and Tim are in mourning. Trying to get the company together before letting the news break to the public. Dick is upset, knowing that he will have to hold onto the cowls mantle for longer. Angry and confused with his emotions about Bruce, his Father, his dad, dying while also feeling regret and shame that they left on a bad note, yelling at each other with him screaming that he hated Bruce.

Barbara is mourning the second Father figure she had, missing the calls she would get on Wednesdays from Bruce who listened to her rants and encouraged her to keep trying physical therapy.

Tim is sad he never got to know Bruce as anything more than his idol, but is determined to become a master at detective work to lessen the burden on Dick. So Dick grayson can go back to being Nightwing full time.

Alfred is mourning his child, his son, the little boy he raised that grew into a phenomenally kind-hearted, if too stoic and emotionally scared, strong man.

Jason, still thinks Bruce is alive. No one told him, he couldn't find this information. Jason still harbors hate that Bruce didn't do anything. There's whispers that Joker is retired or dead, or just hitting the ground after killing a powerful billionaire/trillionaires son. But no confirmations.

Jokers death by the hands of playboy billionaire philanthropist Brucie Wayne, the kind-hearted if a bit dim-witted flirtatious himbo Twunk, is a well kept secret.

Jason makes his debut as Red Hood, harboring Hate for Bruce. Trying to really rub it in Batman’s face that he knows who is under the mask. Angry that Bruce didn't avenge him. Angry that his killer could still be out there! Wandering the streets!

Its night that Alfred decides to let the news break to the world. Jason is out, being chased by Batman, they get into a scuffle, the Red Hood manages to pin down Batman while ontop of a building right across from a jumbo advertisment screen, Tim was working on coms and surveillance with Oracle. Then the news hit Gotham.

Jason was yelling at Batman, angrily yelling about how he has to live in fear that the joker could still be alive, live in degrading self worth that him dying wasnt what crossed the line for his dad, yelling that ignoring what Joker had done just to put him in Arkham where he'd just break out was just sentencinh Gothamites to death, ripping off his helmet screaming at Batman with hot angry tears in his eyes, pulling off Batman’s cowl only to be met with his older Brother's face.

The screen flashes from whatever advertisment to breaking news covering the hidden story of Bruce Wayne, who had killed Joker in revenge for murdering his son, had recently died in a recent jail outbreak from inmates causing a riot getting ahold of a gun and shooting other inmates.

The new anchor draws comparisons to Bruce Wayne's Parents and how they died in a random act of gun violence.

Jason, dealing with too much, runs away. Ignoring the way his whole body felt like it was breaking at the news that his dad had avenged him, had killed the Joker, but it had gotten him killed, shot in the head. Ignoring the calls of his older brother who just found out that Jason is alive.

[wolfjackle-creates]

I don't know if your taking requests at the moment, but can I just put this idea in your head? Spectra takes over Arkham Asylum. She sneaks past Danny somehow and sets up shop. Batfam ends up going to Amity Park as it's the only other location that she's recorded to have worked at, and they can't access the data from their computers for some reason. >:3

I'm probably not gonna be adding more fics to my WIP list if I can help it (curse my poor impulse control), but I'm absolutely up for talking prompts and brainstorming how I'd handle them!

I'd probably start the fic long before anyone goes to Amity. ^.^

Spectra is a psychiatrist in Arkham. The guards love her because all the patients/inmates come out of her sessions docile and cowed. In the entire history of the asylum, the patients have never been so well behaved.

Then Harley gets dragged before her. Even she is not immune to Spectra's power. But Harley has enough psychiatric training to know something is up. That the things Spectra is spewing are total BS. That her words alone shouldn't have the affect they are.

She sends words to Pamela Isley. Letting her know to lay low and avoid capture at all costs while this woman is still at Arkham. That something bad is going on. Maybe she even asks for help. Pamela then contacts Jason and/or Dick.

Jason/Dick contacts Tim or Barbara to look up information on the mysterious psychiatrist. Only...they can't find anything. It's like she doesn't exist. Even the records detailing her hiring are odd. (She overshadowed a few people to forge some of the paperwork, but missed a few steps.)

All they can find for sure is an obituary from decades ago and a short 2-3 week stint at a high school in Illinois.

Dual plot lines: Poison Ivy trying to break Harley out of Arkham while 2-3 of the bats go to Amity to find information on Spectra.

@stealingyourbones have you seen any other prompts/fics with Spectra at Arkham?