#I’m not even a Jason Todd girly

[tangylemonade]

Oh my good oh my good oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my g-

JASON TODD doesn’t sleep well. never has. maybe it’s the nightmares, maybe it’s the way his body never really learned how to rest. either way, you wake up to the weight of him pressed against you, the vague scent of gunpowder and leather clinging to his skin. he’s warm. always runs a little hot, like his body doesn’t know how to cool down. he’s half-draped over you, one arm thrown across your waist. he must’ve come in late—didn’t even bother to strip out of his gear completely. the holsters are gone, but the compression shirt stays, bunched up just enough for you to feel the bare heat of his toned stomach against your back. you squirm, trying to stretch out, but his grip tightens.

“where you goin’?”

“nowhere,” you mumble. “you’re crushing me, jay.”

he grunts, but doesn’t move, just buries his face against your shoulder, lips brushing warm over your skin. his movements are languid, the night having not shaken off of him yet. fingers drift under the hem of your shirt, rough palms skating over softer skin, tracing circles over your ribs.

“what time is it?”

“too early,” then, after a beat. “go back to sleep.” but jason doesn’t stop touching you, hands wandering, slipping lower, teasing at the waistband of your shorts. he’s testing you, waiting for you to stop him, but when you don’t, his lips curve into a smile against your skin.

“you planning something?” you yawn. he hums in response, noncommittal.

“thinkin’ about it.” he presses you down into the mattress, his mouth at your jaw, your throat, your collarbone. calloused fingers skate down your stomach, dipping lower. a soft, content sigh escapes you.

“relax, baby,” he murmurs, voice like gravel. “i got you.”

and you let him.

[dollishmehrayan]

# “MRS. WAYNE I THINK THIS IS FOR YOU!” ── .✦ ( bruce wayne wife headcannons )

a/n: this was request by a anon (here) so yeah but anyways I Lowkey used to be OBSESSED with like batmom stories but like I genuinely then lost all care for liking anything bruce wayne but this might just like help me (jason todd girly converts into a batmom Stan😭) tags: (bruce wayne x fem!reader)

CHAOTIC HEADCANNONS ── .✦

“No, Bruce. That’s Not a Normal Thing to Do.”

You frequently have to remind him that billionaire habits don’t translate to normal life.

Bruce: “I thought I’d buy out the café you like so you wouldn’t have to wait in line.”

You: “Bruce, we’re just getting lattes. Calm down.”

The expensive car Dilemma: He’s tried picking you up in one of his expensive cars once, and you’ve never let him live it down.

“Bruce, we’re not running a car dealership we’re going to Target.”

Tech Mishaps: Bruce likes to show off his gadgets, but they always malfunction around you. Once, the Batcomputer locked him out because you accidentally spilled coffee near it. You took a picture of his shocked face and made it your phone wallpaper for weeks.

The Disastrous Cooking Attempts: Bruce insists he can cook. The truth? Alfred banned him from the kitchen after he tried to “surprise” you with pancakes and set the stovetop on fire.

“I’m Batman, but I can’t handle pancake batter.”

OVERPROTECTIVE HUSBAND™ ── .✦

He’ll interrogate any new friends you bring around like they’re suspects in a heist.

Bruce, shaking someone’s hand firmly: “And what do you do for a living?”

You, glaring: “Bruce, they’re not applying to join the Justice League.”

GOSSIP FINAL BOSS ── .✦

He pretends not to care about gossip, but he secretly listens to you rant about gala drama. Sometimes, he’ll even chime in with hilariously accurate observations.

You: “That woman was glaring at me all night.”

Bruce: “Because she kept seeing her husband looking at you’re instagram posts. Trust me, Alfred told me.”

ROMANTIC HCS ── .✦

Constant Gentleman Mode: Bruce is always opening doors for you, carrying your bags, or pulling out your chair. You tease him about being old-fashioned, but it’s clear he loves taking care of you.

Private Dance Lessons in the Manor: When you’re stressed, Bruce will put on some music in the empty ballroom and sweep you into an impromptu dance. He’s a surprisingly good dancer, but the way he looks at you mid-spin? That’s what makes your heart race.

Personal Love Notes: Bruce doesn’t text much, but he leaves little handwritten notes around the house.

“Don’t forget, you’re the best part of my day.”

“Coffee’s ready downstairs. So is your husband, who can’t stop thinking about you.”

The ‘I’m Watching You’ Look: At galas, Bruce can’t stop staring at you. When you catch him, he gives that little smirk that says, Yeah, you caught me, but I’m not sorry.

Soft Batman Moments: Even in the Batcave, he has moments where he’s just your Bruce. When he sees you waiting up for him late at night, he’ll silently take off his cowl, walk over, and hold you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

Protective, but Not Controlling: He worries, of course, but he respects your independence. If you’re ever in trouble, though, the Bat is out faster than you can blink. “No one touches my wife.”

Gift Giving Expert: He puts serious thought into gifts. One time, he recreated your childhood bedroom in the manor when you were feeling homesick. “I just wanted you to feel at home,” he said, completely nonchalant.

The Morning Ritual: He wakes up early to watch you sleep for a few minutes (in the least creepy way possible) because it’s his quiet reminder of how lucky he is. When you stir awake, he presses a kiss to your forehead and whispers, “Good morning, love.”

Subtle Public Affection: In public, his affection is subtle—hand on the small of your back, thumb grazing your hand, or an almost imperceptible wink across the room. But behind closed doors? He’s all cuddles and kisses.

Always Puts You First: Whether it’s cutting a patrol short to spend time with you or risking everything to keep you safe, Bruce’s priority will always be you. “The city can wait. You can’t.”

MIX OF CHAOS AND ROMANCE ── .✦

When Bruce tries to be romantic but Alfred bringing him back to reality: Bruce, holding your hand: “You’re the light in my dark world.”

Alfred, walking in: “Sir, you said that to the last woman, too. Shall I fetch your script?”

You once jokingly wore a bat-symbol T-shirt to tease him. Bruce didn’t say anything, but later that week, he wore a matching shirt that said, “I <3 My Wife.”

[glowinthedarkjellyfish]

So this is going to be part of a reader x dick series.

I’m using fem pronouns and will write as if reader were a girl but please feel free to imagine reader with whatever pronouns you like.

Petty crime

Growing up in Gotham sucked. Literally anywhere in Gotham sucks but Crime Alley. That was a new low. It was hell.

But Jason Todd my best friend helped, a lot. One day he decided to steal batmans wheels. He said the guys probably loaded if he can just spend his life fighting crime all night, every night and even being part of the Justice League. And I agree. How do you balance all that and a job? At least à job that pays for your vigilante lifestyle and extremely cool car? So we decided you know what, he probably won’t miss a couple of car wheels.

Wrong.

So so wrong.

We were just so wrong.

Of course batman had to sneak up on us last minute. I mean we had gotten 2 of his tires off, I was sure that if we had another 7 minutes we could take the last 2 aswell.

But alas our plans were ruined.

That was 4 years and I haven’t seen him since and that worried me a lot but that’s life in Gotham for you. He could be lying dead somewhere and I would never know. It’s stupid to hope he’s not dead, especially living in gotham but I’ll always have hope that one day he comes home. If ever.

And I hate to say it but that’s not my number one worry right now, he’s number 2 my number one worry is I’m getting adopted.

Yeah.

Apparently my orphanage had found family of mine through the “system” I don’t know what the system is but yeah.

So after a good 17 years in a rundown orphanage I get adopted by à biological family member, or they want to meet me at least.

So I was here, eating outside a coffee shop for a girl Helena, her name was.

We could be twins. Apparently.

That would be cool. I think.

I’m not sure, most of the kids at the orphanage were little shits and after Jason I’ve never been close to anyone really.

Also because don’t think she’d like having a thief for a sister.

Id love to be able to say I’m not proud of what I do but I really can’t. I don’t kill or rob grocery stores.

I like heists. And you may be thinking how can a 17 year old pull of heists.

My answer, Red Hood. He’s a new vigilante that’s been around my neighborhood recently. Quite chill. And his gang of… misfits? Or outlaws I’m not too sure what he said he was but he fits the misfit description to me, anyways, he has a super cool space chick a guy with a metal arm who calls himself Arsenal. I don’t know why he’s trying to be an edge lord. And best part, à shit ton if guns and somehow immunity from batman.

He obviously doesn’t know who I am and my sister won’t either but if I get to move in with her it’d be hard keeping my nightlife hidden from her.

Anyways I was brought out of my thought when a girl say in front of my and ok yeah we’re definitely twins.

Before she could ask me for my name I asked.

“Are you Helena?” I mean she didnt need to answer that, I’ve only seen her for like 5 seconds and I can tell we’re twins.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you, I guess we don’t need to worry about dna tests being wrong or anything” I mean no shit Sherlock were identical girlies.

“Yeah, this is almost freaky”

It wasn’t just “almost” freaky it was very freaky, the more we talked the more we learnt about the other and we have a lot in common, she likes shiny stuff me too, I mean I track down and steal some of the most valuable gems that pass through Gotham so that’s a given. But she didn’t need to know that, yet at least.

We both like purple, and cats, she grew up in a nicer area of Gotham but was trying to find out who her birth mum and dad were, she had been adopted but her parents had died recently(for the plot gang, sorry helena you were happy 😔) and when she was sent to an orphanage they said she had a family in the system wich is how we were able to meet.

Thank you Helena’s dead parents I guess.

I had spent most of my life alone so I wasn’t really bothered finding out parents but when I try and think who I’ll be in 20 years, I want to be able to picture my parents next to me. So I told her I’d help her.

This is where my life got interesting.

After our coffee hop meeting we kept in touch and decided once we’d turn 18 we’d move in together and start looking for our parents.

There is this really cool and freaky DNA collection system that you can submit some dna into and if any relatives, distant or close have also been put into the system you can contact them.

The company that runs the whole gig does it for you though so that people can still have some privacy, it’s cool but can take ages for analysis to find a match.

And that is why we’d still do our own investigating. Helena had gotten a job at the Gotham City Police Department to learn how to be a proper investigator and also to see if the GCPD had any files that could be of use. Pretty smart if you ask me.

I ended up getting an internship at Lex Corps. I am well aware that LexCorp is shady I mean I’ve broken in like 3 times this year alone but, they are one of the leading companies in biochemical research and LexCorp is the company that does the DNA ‘find your family if you have any’ tests so I thought it’d be useful to keep track of mine and Helena’s results while she investigates any files that have leads.

One night she hasn’t gotten back from work yet and guess fucking what.

Nightwing swings through and lands on the fire escape, he hands over the Huntress who turns out to be Helena.

Fucking Nightwing.

That was crazy.

I am so so glad he didn’t recognize me because I’ve had quite a few run ins with him, with my mask and everything but still.

Anyways, Helena turned out to be a vigilante so out of the (totally not) goodness in my heart I revealed to her my identity but I asked her to never interfere with my night life and I’d never interfere with hers.

She agreed!!

And for a while, life was great.

Turns out there was a case of a woman, Silena Kyle who 18 years ago had twins and then died. Okay kinda morbid but, at Lexcorp there have been cases in wich Silenas DNA could be found at crime scenes as recent as last night, so either someone is using her dna to frame her and she is actually dead or she faked her death, gave up her twins and is still a thief at large.

Now, I don’t have that high of clearance at LexCorp but I am qualified to run dna analysis and then choose dna in the system to see if they match wich is what I did.

I didn’t want to risk being found out at work so during after hours I broke in to LexCorp. Wich wasn’t hard since I had a keycard and knew my way around but still. I broke in and made my way to one of the many labs, I uploaded some of mine and Helena’s dna and searched for Selina Kyle, there were 2 Selinas, or à Selena Kyle and a Selina Kyle. I couldnt, for the life of me remember how her name was supposed to be spelt so I ran an analysis on both of them to compare them to mine and Helena’s dna and see if we had a match.

This was honestly a fool proof plan and would’ve worked if Nightwing didn’t show up.

He didn’t know I was here but I had Helena watching from a couple of rooftops over and she told me.

This could end badly for me. Helena couldnt come and help without alerting Nightwing of someone entering the building after him so I was on my own.

And I was curious, sue me.

What was Nightwing doing at LexCorp.

Actually they are pretty shady so I don’t blame him at all.

I looked to the machine and what the heck!!! It’s only 45 percent done!! Okay that’s not that bad it should only take maybe 10 more minutes but with Nightwing in here I probably didn’t have 10 more minutes.

I just had to sit quietly wait for the analysis to be complete, take the results, maybe one of the computers, I need a new one, and then leave.

As I have already said this plan would’ve been amazing if not for Nightwing.

And I am really regretting only wearing my hoodie over my suit instead of my mask. Why would I do that, oh it was really dirty and wet sk my hoodie had to do.

If he sees me then he knows that huntress’s sister is a thief, then he’ll be able to find out her secret identity.

Shit shit shit shit

Yeah and then he opened the door.

I was stood there, next to the dna analyser and he just looked at me.

Wait. I have my keycard, I can pretend to just be a random civilian worker who stayed overtime.

Sometimes my genius, it’s frightening.

He started at me but full on stared and he seemed kind of freaked out, yes I’m gorgeous. But staring is rude, before I could tell him that the machine had finished. Finally.

Now I was pretty nervous, I mean he was just staring at me, like he COULDVE entered the room at least but no. He stood at the door like a weirdo. A weirdo with a really nice jawline holy shit.

And I didn’t want to startle him so I slowly reached for the papers holding my answers. Is my mum dead.

Silena Kyle was a 100% match for a mother….

“Hey H, I’m going to need the spelling for the Silena Kyle who died?”

That was enough to shock Nightwing out of his one sided staring contest and then he looked… I don’t know really he looked like he had just found out the worlds biggest secret, had gotten a promotion and it weirded me out.

Did he know Silena Kyle?

“Do you know her?”

Maybe he did maybe he didn’t.

“Yeah, she’s an old friend I’m doing her à favour right now”

I wanted to know what that favor was but I also really needed to leave so I turned around and

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Er- yeah I am.” Who does he think he is I can go wherever I want .

“No I need those papers in you hands”okay is he on drugs?

“This is actually private medical information that I can’t Han over to you” if he fights me for this I might not win but I do have a backup plan. An insanely good one.

“How is Silena Kyle’s info your private medical info? Hm are you stealing from dna banks now?” First of all rude and what does be mean now? I’ve had run ins with him but never whilst robbing and he’s never caught me either, unless he’s been watching me…

Okay and I’m better than this but I panicked

“She’s my mum.”

Silence

Still silence

I made a run for it.

I mean he was being really quiet so what else do I do.

“H I’ve been compromised I can try and make it to the streets but prioritise the results, you can bail me out tomorrow”

I hope Helena was ready to take the papers and run.

I was running through LexCorp, taking the elevator instead of the stairs then climbing out of said elevator, going over to a different set of stairs and taking them, so that Nightwing couldnt catch me.

Wrong.

Why am I always so wrong.

I exited the building through a set of emergency doors after coming off the stairs and who is waiting for me?

Red Hood.

Wait.

Oh my fucking gosh yes!!!

I didn’t care if I was about to reveal my identity with these papers I just needed to pass them on to him and either pick them up later or get him to drop them off at my place.

“Okay so, you might not recognize me without the mask but Red it’s me, okay I have my suit so you know I’m not lying”

He interrupted me before I could finish speaking wich was rude by the way.

“[insert name 😝]?”

…… why does je know my name?

“Yeah…?? Okay I’m going to jngore the fact you know me. Right now I need you to take these dna results and take them to your base. Depending on how long my bail is I’ll either pick them up tomorrow or have my sister pick them up”

“Okay… why can’t you do it?”

“Because Nightwing is trying to take them from me but this is proof of my mother’s identity, my sister and I have been searching for her for ages and this will help us reconnect with her. Without it we only have cold leads. So please take this and go”

He turned his helmet away from me, staring of at something on another roof top and then looked back.

“Sure thing, Kori is with me right now so I’ll have her fly these back real quick”

That was all I needed as soon as he said that I ran back into the building and also ran into Nightwing.

I stumbled a bit but he caught me. So he can be rude but also a gentleman. Wow. (Unenthusiastic)

“Slow down there birdie wouldn’t want you to fall for me”

Is he flirting? Actually flirting…. In this situation?! Does he need help…

“I’m not falling for anything and definitely whatever you think y oh have going for you”

“Ouch, you wound me babes, anyways I’ll be taking those papers.”

Yeah fat fucking chance.

“What papers”

….

“The ones you had earlier before running away?” Might as well play dumb.

“Sorry I don’t have any papers I’m also breaking an entering so you should arrest me”

“Are you asking me to arrest you right now?” Okay plan worked papers forgotten successfully.

“Yeah and I can ask again, go ahead and lock me up arrest me but make it sexy sell me some meth please so I can get arrested by this daddy if a cop”

“Okay okay i get it, you can stop now…. Daddy of a cop though?”

“I mean not you that’s just the lyrics…”

“Ah, -sorry- no it doesn’t matter, you’re under arrest, I’m taking you in”

Okay so this is part one of the petty!thief story I’m thinking of, there will be more parts and this one COULDVE probably been 2 pets but I couldn’t figure out a good time to cut of amd I wanted to include the part from the Rookie.

Is that a batton in your pocket or are you just happy to see me is currently my hyperixation lol this is the song that inspired this btw

also this isn’t proofread and my autocorrect is bugging out so yeah lmk if there’s anything thaf makes no sense whatsoever lol

[martiniluvr]

giiirl the way you write jason todd..i’m not even a jason girlie. i’m a dick girlie (lol) but lord you write him GOOD. GOODT.

and dick!!!!! oh my GOD!!!!! i can’t take it! i can’t!!

keep writing PLEASE i think i love you

🌙

and what if I kiss you for this anon. then what.

DJDJSKKD but fr feedback like this means so much. it kinda makes me like. emote. idk. 80% of this is knowing people enjoy the work im putting out, so I’m glad I’m giving the people what they want. thanks moon nonnie 🩷

[multi-fandom-friend]

“Let’s do something fun, yeah?” “Like what?” “Let’s go to a rave” “You’re Joking”

COME GET YOUR FOOD UOU SIMPS. so I got this idea from an artist named @razorsystem on here. They had art of Jason and crew in rave outfits, and being a part of rave culture myself, and the little voice in my brain annoying me until I wrote this, this now exists. Enjoy loves! TW FOR FLASHING LIGHTS AND BRIGHT COLORS ON THE DIVIDER AND FOR THEMES OF DRINKING AND BIG CROWDS

🦇Bruce🦇

🦇 when you first asked him to go? It went a little like this

🦇 “Hey Brucie?” “Jesus, I know that tone. You want something.” “Can we pleaaaase go to a rave?” “Absolutely not” “why?” “I’m too old for that. Drinking? Dancing? Flashing lights? Not my thing.” 🦇 you being you? You convinced him. And he got outfits. Pretty expensive ones too but he��s a hot millionaire what did you expect?

🦇 Once you got there he was a little uncomfortable but once he had a drink and started dancing with you? He was fine. He kept his guard up, of course, but he was fine. 🦇 on your way home he stopped and made you two get pizza and everyone in the pizzeria was looking at you two. A 6 something foot tall scary dad aged man and his partner sticking onto his arm as they giggled together in a bright colored rave outfit

🥀Jason Todd🥀

🥀 when you first asked him he was so confused as to what a rave even was

🥀 “Hey Jaybird?” “Yes, love?” “There’s a rave tonight, wanna go?” “What the hell is a rave?” “What’s a— Jason? How have you never heard of a rave? It’s basically a party with a bunch of bright colors, lots of loud music with even more bass in it, and good vibes. Wanna go?” “Will there be lots of people” “…..yeah?” “I dunno. Maybe.” 🥀 Just like his dad he’s hesitant, but he goes eventually. He probably had more fun than you did if we’re being honest. 🥀 y’all got there and he was having the time of his fucking life. And he didn’t wanna tell you but he loved the outfits you two were wearing, but he hated the thigh high latex boots with a small heel that you made him wear. It’s not that they were “too girly” or anything because he doesn’t think clothes have gender he just didn’t entirely understand how to walk without looking like he had a pole up his ass, so you had to teach him. 🥀 once he got the walking down pat, he could dance with you. He didn’t wanna drink because he still had to keep his guard up and walking in these shoes are hard enough sober just in case. 🥀 he made you two leave a little early but you had fun nonetheless. He ordered takeout and you picked it up on the way home.

💎Dickhead Grayson💎

💎 Immediately said yes.

💎 “Hey bluejay? Wanna go to a rave toni-“ “yes. A thousand times yes.” 💎 and then he showed you a photo of him at a rave when he was younger. 💎 You couldn’t believe your eyes. Your Bluejay in short shorts, a latex shirt and leather harness with platform boots and glitter coating his body was in that photo. 💎 then he got dressed and jesus fuckin Christ he looked awesome. Glittery, but awesome. He helped you get dressed and then sprayed you down with iridescent glitter spray that got in your mouth and everywhere glitter probably shouldn’t be

💎 once you got there, he grabbed drinks for you both and started dancing with you immediately. He had so much fun

💎 he still made you both leave early, just for safety reasons. 💎 he also got pizza with you and you two were standing there like two giddy hyenas. Like seriously. You both couldn’t stop laughing for a good 25 minutes.

🐍 Damian Wayne🐍

🐍 it took so much convincing and so much prodding but you got him to break. 🐍 “But Damieeeee!” “No.” “Come on! I promise you’ll have fun!” “Nope.” “Pleaaaase?” 🐍 you did your pouty face and he broke. 🐍 he got his dad to buy you both outfits and you went

🐍 hated how many people there were. Hated it. So much. But you started dancing with him and he calmed down instantly

🐍 you both left after about an hour and went home, he needed a good pair of very loose sweatpants and a very loose shirt, and a good long cuddle session and he was all better.

A/N hi y’all! If you could follow me or even like this post that would be highly appreciated. Thank you!

[superficial-ly]

C R I M I N A L M I N D S ‘ S F A V A L B U M S

JJ first coz that’s my girl - Stick Season (We’ll all be here forever) by Noah Kahan

• the getting out of a small town i hav so many regrets vibes

• THE SONG CALL UR MOM its jj

• it hurts to listen to but she won’t stop she needs a piece of home to cling to even if it’s not hers

Emily coz that’s my girls girl - Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

• she had never known peace since

• moon song as jemily double ouch

• special mention to funeral in relation to matthew she genuinely cant listen to it. she made the mistake of trying once on the jet and she will never again.

hotch i love him - Wasteland, Baby by Hozier

• hotch loves like it hurts bc it does. all of his love hurts him. but he still loves bc that’s js who he is and hozier is perfect for that i think

• wasteland, baby especially i think in reference to haley. its a hard listen but one he loves he thinks it honours her in a way.

• its perfect

spenecer my habib - Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens

• i think it’s just peaceful enough but not mind numbing that he can focus on it as well as fall asleep if he needs to

• fourth of july especially for everyone he’s ever lost is a double ouch all these acts of service to try and bring someone back bc he struggles to grasp the fact that when a person is gone, there’s nothing left to do.

morgan - not exactly an album but Tupac’s Greatest Hits is on contant rotation in his little headset thingy (so cute omg)

• all of tupac is like especially upbeat with values and ideals and deep real world reflections and he DIGS it

• especially likes Keep your Head up it reminds him of his mom and ehy he joined the fbi - he wants to help the underdog

• (morgan was DEVASTATED with the tupac beef with biggy)

penelope my girl - the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan

• she assigns them all their individual songs from the album but she is the avatar.

• she cannot do sad music so this shit is her JAMM

• femininomenon or however u spell it is a personal favourite. HOT TO GO is second

• also shes sapphic even if she only dates men in the show so she EXTRA GETS IT

tara my baby who deserved better is 100% Planet Her by Doja

• Ain’t Shit? her jam she knows all the jams

• woman is one of her favourites.

• her and rebecca sing kiss me more in the shower

luke - definitely tyler but i’m struggling between Flower Boy and IGOR

• he has that kind of i am happy to be loving u kind of vibe even if he knows the world is messed up. he so severely fucks with tyler and the whole rap genre be loved finding references he previously missed he thinks he’s a genius (he’s right)

alex blake - songs by adrienne lenker

• she stumbled across it one day and while it wasn’t the usual stuff she listened to she gave it a chance

• she never turned back

• she likes the retro feel and half return makes her FEEL like nothing else can

• shes complicated okay? not a lot just forever for her son? ouch

kate - SOS by sza

• this one’s hard bc she’s a hard core “feel things? no thank u. let’s rock!”

• i think good days is so special to her in a really quiet way

• j think kill bill makes her laugh really hard

jordan todd i never hated u - good girl gone bad: reloaded by rihanna

• she was so special to me. a wow on the team pre-2010. this was history. either way

• breakin dishes bc she is so happy at counter terrorism but watching emily fight men will always do it for her (they were sapphics ur honour)

• shes a club girly. dont stop the music, umbrella she was living for that shit

elle cutie patootie - Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Ray

• its hers i can’t

• shes so lana guys “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me” ????? it’s HERS

• “how to disappear” pls be so serious

jason gideon papa extraordinaire - Tapestry by Carole King

• he misses the 70s gang (so do i (i wasn’t born))

• Home Again makes him cry. he can’t explain it. hee never has to.

• so far away after he left the bau - his heart was basically empty but he couldn’t fill it with any more darkness he had to go. it hurt him so bad guys he literally died from it

matt simmons - anything from my little pony

• i’m sorry guys he recognises they’re killer tracks

• also his 8 million kids he watches it like three times a day

• unironically listens to battle of the bands

• kristy hates him for it.

[luscinai]

can you talk about people (characters) that are important to lucille? canon and ocs accepted, i’m curious

alright alright fineeeeeeee i'll answer this ask at last hehe. okay. so. you said both canon and original, so here it is! relationships will be linked with the applicable universes. i'll also link the blogs of the respective portrayals for the curious!

canons.

kate kane / selina kyle (dc): pretty self-explanatory actually. the original parents for the little birdie in dc. one saves her and raises her to be a human, the other reflects her and understands her as a very fucked up person with a shitty hand. can't have nightingale without either. i've written about them more in detail here and here!

bruce wayne (dc): still pretty self-explanatory. he's not her parent in any way, but he spoils her enough anyway. the strict guidelines to kate and selina's chaos raising her. she does enjoy spooking him though.

jason todd (multiple universes): confidant, companion, partner-in-crime across worlds, if there's anyone who knows her best it's this guy, etc. the leash to her beast if that leash is the loosest thing ever, their relationship is essentially enabler and enabled back and forth. they'll go to the ends of the universe for each other should it come to that point.

originals.

hollyanne kyle (dc): i don't even know if this is original or not because holly is technically canon. but that's her big sister! her sweet, cheerful big sister. she'll do anything to keep her safe.

alexandra lafayette (dc): trusted friend and close aide to all of scarlett's shenanigans, and by proxy, nightingale. also the one handling most of lu's workload. a strange sort of sibling dynamic.

bronwyn sayre (dc): mostly mostly the same as above, friend and aide, though a lot of it is still under works. lu has some thoughts regarding bronwyn and her persistence trying to find nightingale. due to bronwyn being a civvie she's not too inclined to bring her into the works as deep as alex in hopes of allowing bronwyn a proper, normal life, but they're still good friends nonetheless.

louise huong (dc): she found this girlie and now louise both works for her, is her personal chef, and is her enabler to get a cat. two cats. it's probably gonna be two cats. another wibbly wobbly sibling dynamic where lu complains very vaguely and louise is getting low-stakes tea for the hell of it.

eryn halcyon (star wars): the brain cell to lu's lack thereof, and by that i mean eryn's been subjected to being lu's healer one too many times already for burning her hands trying to muster the tutaminis. they do work very well together regardless! lu misses her dearly after the events of order 66. her older sister in spirit.

iaera doneeta (star wars): if eryn's the brain cell iaera's the enabler. her companion when they're diving the lower floors of coruscant seeking the next big thing that satiates their curiosity. now if only iaera cleans the temple with her instead of leaving her alone with the rep of troublemaker. she's lucky lu's no snitch.

it should be noted that there are some other dynamics not listed here, not in any order, but these are the ones i immediately think of. just as a disclaimer.

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i found ur account today and i’m soooo in love 😭 im so obsessed with rafe and sarah and seeing them with black reader makes me so happy u don’t understand. also no clue who jason todd is but i will get into him to enjoy the rest of ur writing like

that’s so sweet pls <3 my heart!! i’m gonna try being more consistent cause i get distracted and overwhelmed so easily but i have so many ideas i wanna share

sarah is my baby girl fr and i just had to write for her! i’m not a rafe girlie in the slightest(i have a very strong dislike especially for after what he did to pope and sarah) but it’s interesting to write for him!

and jason todd! my beloved, my baby, my ya asal! he’s one of my top favorite characters from the dc comics and i just adore him even tho the comics (& fans) be doing him dirty

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ro i just need to tell you that i love your writing so much i literally explode everytime you post and i’m in love with you i think ! The way u write jason is literally how i want my dream man! I don’t even want men! he’s so scrumdiddlyumptious and i am so glad that i found yr writing Tbh

thank u for being The Jason Todd writer ever and i can’t wait to see what else u have in store :33!!!!

(also i think i have to hear what went down between mattel and mga that caused the downfall of bratz now!! ur making me curious with that one thing on ur sideblog ⁉️)

i really don't know what i've done to get so many kind messages from all these people, it kinda feels a little surreal like woah...u like me? i am in love with YOU for sending me this sweet n kind message like, should we get married now?

i am a man hater till the day i die, but i unfortunately am attracted to them :( too bad they fucking suck. ughhhh i've written him as my dream man too (accidentally set the bar too high for myself so fml) and i'm soooooooooo glad you find joy in my writing, it means the world to me, and i hope you continue to find joy in it <33

as for MATTEL v MGA...

(this is a really shit summary and all from memory so i could be wrong about some things but this is the general gist of what happened and i'll try to find a good article or video with much more accurate info)

basically in may of 2001, MGA entertainment released the original/main 4 bratz dolls, a group of four girls consisting of cloe, jade, yasmin, and sasha. bratz, similarly to barbie, was advertised towards young girls, but the biggest differences between the two doll lines were the diversity & the fashions. where barbie was typically shown with a pale complexion, blonde hair, and blue eyes; each original bratz girl was a different race. cloe was white, jade was asian, sasha was black, and yasmin was a bown hispanic. aside from the diversity of these four girlies, they were also dressed to the NINES !! head to toe in fashions that were unique and trendy for the time period, and to this day they absolutely devour like they're on moodboards for every fashion girlie and it's literally been 20+ years, like talk about longevity.

anyway, i'll skip most of the mumbo jumbo about their releases (even though i could literally give a list of my fave bratz lines of that era), but they became BIG, releasing literally hundreds of dolls and continuously expanding the ever-rotating list of side characters to go along on the core four adventures. some of the more notable releases are the ever iconic rock angelz dolls (my literal 4lyfers), pretty n punk (which came from that same movie), tokyo a go go, slumber party and nighty nite, etc., and aside from those dolls, they had movies, merch, electronics, albums, food, cosmetics, etc. like they were MASSIVE despite so much controversy surrounding them. sooooo massive that they surpassed barbie, and one thing mattel doesn't play about is fucking BARBIE (literally nerfed monster high bc they were gaining too much popularity, and that was THEIR brand).

here's where it all goes to shit. so naturally, when faced with a fierce competitor, mattel filed a lawsuit after discovering that carter bryant was involved in the creation of bratz. who is carter bryant? well, not only the creator of bratz but a FORMER MATTEL EMPLOYEE !!! and that's why shit hit the fan; mattels lawsuit was basically over the rights to bratz. their argument was that because bryant was employed under mattel at the time of his big idea, that bratz was technically mattels property. this legal battle lasts like literal ages, and there were a lot of layers to it that i can't really understand because legal jargon hurts my brain, but there's a book that goes into great detail called 'you don't own me' i believe. mattel won the lawsuit in 2008, and ownership of the bratz brand was to be handed over to them, but at some point between 2008 and 2010, mga took their case to the court of appeals and won, meaning they regained ownership. during all of that time bratz fashions had become less stylish, releases weren't as often, the hair was shit (but that was also cuz of mattel bc those fuckers play dirty), and overall the brand just wasn't the same. imo, the best way to see the decline in quality is to go to the lookin bratz site and see how different post-2009 releases were (and even then, some of those were...like cowgirlz was, imo, the last really good bratz line, but one could argue it was dance crewz)

they continued producing dolls through 2014, even creating their own version of monster high called bratzillaz (i should also mention that myscene was mattels version of bratz). then, in 2015, they completely rebooted the franchise with a new line titled 'hello my name is'. this line featured the original 4 girls plus a new girl named raya. and that whole...that entire thing was BAD to me, but some people like it.

anyway, there was never like a "real" downfall, but they had some pretty bad years lmao. they're back tho so we up!!!! i have a collection of fashion dolls, monster high, bratz, rainbow high, and hopefully barbies soon. literally my favorite collection (i have a lot)

[cryptic-corv01d]

Ok so I was originally going to do a basic character breakdown for you but that was rapidly approaching thousands of words territory (it was over 2000 characters and I was on the second fucking character) and I feel like that’s a little overwhelming so I’m just gonna give you a one sentence descriptor of The Guys(tm) and some of my favorite panels

First off, in dc, canon is your sandbox and you play with it how you wish. There are a million and one retcons and different writers write different characters in wildly different ways. There’s a base form of a character and all the details are up to interpretation, I recommend looking at people’s headcanons and opinions about the batfam to get a deeper understanding (and I can send that absolutely massive character breakdown when I feel like I can finish it if you want). Take everything here with a grain of salt as this is just my interpretation!

Also yes, they’re all extremely wild. Tim is arguably the most insane but they’re all so far above the “normal” bar that it barely matters

Now, the characters!

Bruce Wayne: emotionally repressed furry that’s trying to be a good dad but desperately needs therapy

Dick Grayson: sunshine boy that’s one second away from some sort of mental breakdown any time

Jason Todd: overdramatic gremlin that has a point even tho no writer takes it seriously and treats him as the rebellious kid. Also an extremely traumatized victim that’s constantly treated as being a bad guy because he doesn’t act like a victim “should”. Loves Shakespeare and swears every other word

Tim Drake: Skateboarding gay maniac that hides his insanity with way too many lies and a relaxed demeanor. Also a stalker

Damian Wayne: traumatized bb that hides his vulnerability behind a facade of murderous anger and apathy. Loves animals and drawing

Cassandra Cain: Perceptive of everything and knows your deepest secrets but tends to see things without nuance, also an absolute maniac that’s hiding behind a facade of Good Child(tm). The scariest person in all of dc

Stephanie Brown: Angry girlie that loves throwing quips and bricks. She’s independent, competent and understands the needs of gothams uptown, since she lived there

Duke Thomas: Absolutely insane but hides it remarkably well. Has a chill vibe, loves quipping back and isn’t afraid of anyone or anything. Also besties with Jason and Steph (the uptown trio my beloved <3)

Alfred Pennyworth: Sassy old man that’s coldly professional. Not very good at affection but gives great advice

Barbra Gordon: Badass that keeps eyes on anything and everything. Keeps all the bats together and won’t stand for anyone’s shit

Traits that commonly tie em all together: Neglecting physical and emotional health, poor communication about anything related to emotions, a strong moral code that will not waver, a love of fighting and freedom, downright extreme levels of paranoia and trauma, a sense of humor and a flair for the dramatics

Anndd… some panels! :D

Now, for your other questions

Who’s my favorite? Jason. He says Bamboozled unironically I love this looser. I love all the batkids but he’s my favorite

What would i recommend? It depends on your tolerance for out of character stuff and if you prefer angst over fluff. I love enemy to caretaker Jason Todd and Tim Drake but it’s absolutely out of character and makes no sense. The crack fics in this fandom can be really fun as well and they tend to be more in character unless they’re angsty. The angst fics will fuckin destroy you but damn are a lot of them good. Also, there’s a lot of rape/non con stuff and quite a bit of batcest so just be prepared for that and block it if you’re not comfortable with it. Also so very many AUs and crossovers. So fuckin many

So uh yea, hope this helps! I love these idiots but they vary so wildly that you can mix and match a downright insane amount of stuff. Have fun! Go insane >:D

First batfam fix I read is a sick fic with Tim and his ???missing spleen???? oh well it was amazing and now I might branch out into batfam aus along with my usual fics

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BatFam Reading Habits Headcanons

*I’ve been getting back into reading lately and it got me thinking about the bat families reading habits or tastes. These are just my headcanons - feel free to disagree or add on your own thoughts - I’d love to hear ‘em!*

Jason Todd reads the classics but not in a snobby way. I mean, we already know he reads Austen. He’s also into classic poetry in addition to the novels and he’s secretly really into annotating and analyzing such. On the flip side he is also a massive nerd who loves to read comics and manga as well (he’s more into shojou than shonen but he won’t tell anyone that)

Bruce Wayne on the other hand is into classics but in a decidedly much more snobby way (if it’s not a classic is it even worth his time). He has definitely read books such as Frankenstein, Crime and Punishment, the Iliad and the Odyssey, and The Divine Comedy. He’s into anything with really nihilistic tones and he almost certainly is one of those dads that reads history and political books. 

Dick Grayson reads whatever’s popular at the moment. He wants to stay current and it’s very “so this is what the kids are into these days?” energy. If the book is blowing up on tiktok you can be sure Dicky boy has or is reading it. He’s also a comics nerd and get’s into heated debates with Jason over them.

Barbara Gordon is a nonfiction girly for sure. As far as fiction goes, though, she’s giving me high-fantasy vibes. Don’t know why - but I’m convinced. She’s also definitely into true crime thriller’s, growing up as the police commissioner’s daughter and all and then later joining the bats and their detective vigilantism. It just came naturally.

Stephanie Brown is in it for the spice. She reads smutty books and nothing will convince me otherwise. Trashy romance is her thing - she’s in it for the drama - the twists - the turns. She definitely rants to the other bats about the books she’s reading a la “and then you wON’T BELIEVE what this bitch does next!!! She-”

Damian Wayne is into sci-fi and fantasy. He just is. After Jason has him read Austen, though, I think that he secretly really really enjoys romance novels way more than he thought. He would sooner die than admit this - but he definitely has a secret guilty pleasure stack of romance novels hidden away where no one can find them (spoiler alert: someone found them. Which bat family member was it though?)

Tim Drake is someone I struggled with a bit but I think he reads mostly true crime thrillers, though he gets bored with them easily as the plot twists are just SO predictable. If the book can blindsight him in a good way with it’s plot, though? That’s a winner. A truly god-tier book. Also manga. Definitely manga. Tim Drake is a fucking weeb.

Kate Kane gives off horror vibes. She definitely reads horror. She also is down to read anything sapphic. Is it outside her preferred genre but it’s sapphic? Give it to her. She is very critical - with good reasons - of the representation in said books, though, and she only keeps books of the highest gay quality.

Duke Thomas is one of the ones I struggled with the most (along with Cassandra) but I think that I’ve landed on the idea of him reading sci-fi. I couldn’t tell you why - but it feels right. He is also a MASSIVE nerd on the same scale as Jason and Tim who definitely reads comics and manga. He flips between being into the really mainstream popular shonen manga and really obscure shit no one (but Tim) has heard of.

Cassandra Cain I definitely struggled with the most out of anybody so feel free to jump in and add your headcanons. I feel like she would mostly read contemporary literature with very well written characters and social relationships and dynamics??? Why??? I’m not sure. I also like the idea that she likes to explore more of her culture - which correct me if I’m wrong but we don’t have any concrete canon information on but it’s heavily implied she’s Chinese - through reading Chinese literature.

[wordsfromthesol]

The Set-Up

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @zphilophobiaz @anousiemay @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: You are Dinah's younger sister. Word Count: 2,410 A/N: I know it’s been awhile so if anyone wants on/off a taglist just let me know!

"Alright, Roy, you got me here. What's so important?" You called out as you stumbled into what the Outlaws deemed a safehouse. Their standards were pretty low.

"We needed a fourth, okay! Go get Jason and I'll brief everyone." Roy hurried you out of the room that he and Kory were already set up in. You sauntered up to the closed door and knocked.

"Jason, you decent?" You shouted as your fist rapped against the wood.

"Well I'm not morally decent, but I'm wearing pants if that's what you're asking. Though I can be without pants if that's what you prefer --" Jason's voice trailed off as he swung open the door and was met with your face. Clearly, he figured the person on the other side would be Roy or Kory. His face slightly reddened as he reached back and grabbed a shirt.

"I mean…maybe not right now. Roy needs to go over the mission with us." You winked at his obvious embarrassment before trotting off in the direction you came from. Jason quickly caught up with you.

"I…uh…I didn't know Roy asked you for help."

"Yeah he didn't really tell me much. Just that you guys needed a fourth. Not sure why he thinks I'll make that much of a difference.

"Guess we should go find out." Jason raced past you, hoping to avoid further embarrassment, but stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the living room. Roy and Kory were both staring at him, trying to hold back fits of laughter. "What is this all-important mission Y/N was recruited on?" He asked in an attempt to redirect their attention. You walked in behind Jason just in time to get the answer.

"Not really all-important…" Roy's voice reeked of mischief, "just better to have four than three. Then we can do two teams."

"You do know that I have my own agenda. I'm not just sitting around waiting for your call."

"Oh Y/N/N! Don't think of it like that, I practically begged him to ask you. I seriously need some more girl time." Kory piped in to release some of the building tension.

"Uh-huh, sure. Roy, what are we doing?"

"Right. Human trafficking, finally got a hit on this group. Think it's their main smuggling port. There are two docks to check, so two teams. See, I do have a plan. Kinda…"

"Hm mm" you mumbled, still not fully believing him, but you let him continue anyways. You didn't fly out here for nothing.

**

Hours had passed and the four of you sat near the docks, waiting for the cover of nightfall. The smugglers, however, did not. You grabbed Jason's arm and began running towards the dock as soon as you saw a boat pulling into the harbor.

"What are you doing?" Jason mumbled as he ran to keep up with you.

"Are you blind? There's a container ship pulling into the docks. The dock that Roy told us to watch."

"The sun is still setting. There's no way they'd be that stupid." He tried to reason with you, but your pace didn't slow.

"Maybe they just paid the right people. Or killed them." You retorted though the timing was eerily suspicious. Both of you came to a halt when you only saw four guys. Sure, they had guns…but it definitely wasn't enough to warrant extra help. You glanced over at Jason in utter disbelief. "You want me to sit this one out or…"

"Let's just get it over with." Jason was clearly just as agitated as you were. The "battle" lasted only a few seconds and your trip back to the rendezvous spot was completed in utter silence.

"So…Roy. Why the fuck was I needed here?" Holding nothing back, you cried out as soon as you saw his red costume appear in the distance.

"Woah, hold up there. Must've gotten some bad intel. It happens. Better safe than sorry."

"Yeah well next time be sure. I do have my own cases and crime rings to dismantle." You walked off in a huff, determined to find your own way back. You didn't know what exactly Roy was up to, but you knew you wouldn't like it.

**

Months passed since the pointless mission with the Outlaws. You had gotten back to Miami, your home for the time being as you investigated a new drug trade route coming up from South America. Finally, you had made some progress, only said progress led to you being pinned down behind some wooden barrels.

"These aren't going to last long," you mumbled as you dialed Kory on your phone. No answer. "Fuck." Roy was next.

"Y/N, can this wait --" You hear the wind get pushed out of him just as the sentence finished.

"Hm not really. Kinda been pissing off the wrong people and now I'm pinned down."

"Fuck." Roy mumbled as he threw a punch towards the jaw of the unsuspecting thug.

"I tried Kory, but -- shit…" You watched as the barrels splintered around you.

"Off-world. I'm patching in Jas --" Roy stopped a syllable short, you assumed dodging his own bullets. You didn't wait for him to finish.

"Yeah look. I'm in Miami." You heard Jason mumble your name but continued on. You didn't know how much longer you would have. "Pretty sure they'll take me alive. Heard through the grapevine the boss wants the honors himself." You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt a bullet pierce through your shoulder. You took a few steadying breaths before continuing. "I have a tracer in my mask. I'll try to keep it on as long as I can. If you can't track it for some reason, call my sister." You didn't hang up the call before slowly raising your hands above the splintered barrels. "Take me to your leader," you exclaimed in your best alien impression, all while trying not to laugh.

"Do you think this is a game?!" One of the thugs screamed at you as they inched closer. You just shrugged, waiting to either be killed or taken. "Well grab her, idiots!" Two men hesitantly walked towards you, guns still drawn.

"Should I tie myself up? Would that be easier?" At this point, your sarcasm was the only thing keeping you sane. Finally, they got within striking distance and everything went black.

"Y/N? What's happening?!" Jason frantically began calling out your name as he was met with silence. Roy eventually spoke up.

"Jason. I hope you're on your way. I'll meet up with you as soon as I can, but I need to get ahold of Dinah first." Roy had no idea what he was going to say to her.

"Even in the jet, it's going to take 2 hours to get there…" The reality of the situation set it. "But I'm taking off now." Jason tried to push the horrific thoughts from his mind.

**

You woke up tied to a wooden chair. Not surprising.

"So, where's the boss?" You forced the words out, willing yourself into consciousness.

"Don't worry girlie, he's on his way…though I suppose there's nothing wrong with having a little fun first." The goon smirked as he flipped a knife in his hands.

"Well, you wouldn't want to damage the merchandise." You could tell he wasn't sold, so you continued. "I mean I'm dead either way, right? Wouldn't want you to risk your life as well…" He just stared blankly at you while the gears turned in his mind. Finally, he let out an exasperated huff and turned his back to you. At least you were able to buy yourself a little more time. Though you had a feeling it still wouldn't be enough. As your head began spinning, you looked down at your shoulder. The blood was still pouring out of the wound. "Of course…" you mumbled as the dizziness intensified. You were going to have to think of something quickly.

"So, how'd you get stuck with this job? Or are you just some disposable errand boy who got lucky?" You began antagonizing him as you attempted to saw through the ropes with the small blade that discharged out of your gloves.  

"Lucky?" He turned towards you with a villainous look plastered across his face. He sauntered towards you and placed his hands on either side of the chair. "I've been following you. I know your patterns. When you strike. That ambush was calculated and planned. Boss sent me 'cuz he knew I'd get the job done." Before he could push himself up from the chair, you launched forward, ramming your head into his. As he crashed to the floor, another burly man rushed into the room. You managed to free one of your legs just in time. As he stumbled backward you bent down in an attempt to free your other leg. The man lunged at you again. Pulling the other leg free, you circle around and hurled the chair at him. You let out a huge sigh of relief and slid to the floor as he landed atop the first assailant.

**

Jason watched as men patrolled around the building. Just as he was about to move Roy's voice came over the comm, "Have you found her? What's the situation? I'm still an hour out."

"I found her. They have four guards patrolling. Heavily armed. I found an opening."

"Four patrolling…you can't get any intel about who's inside? I think you should wait for me to get there." Roy already knew there was no hope of that.

"We may not have a chance if I wait. I'm going in."

Jason heard his best friend sigh, before eventually relenting. "Keep me updated. I'll be there when I can." Jason saw his opening coming up again. He moved quickly and quietly, sliding into the open door. He took in his surroundings, trying to not alert anyone of his presence unless absolutely necessary. He didn't want to give any of them a reason to shoot you…that is, if you were still alive. As he rounded the corner, he came face to face with a brutish man. Jason launched himself forward, knocking them both to the ground as he muffled the goon's mouth with his hand and encapsulated his neck. It only took a few seconds before the guard was out cold and Jason continued lurching down the hallway. He stopped short of a closed door. Jason took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever awaited him on the other side.

**

You were jolted awake a few moments later and looked around to find the two men still unconscious on the ground. Crawling over, you pulled at one of their jackets and cut off a long piece. It took the last bit of your energy to tie it around your still bleeding shoulder. As your eyes began to flutter closed once again, they shot open at the sound of the door opening. You forced your head upwards and let out a faint chuckle at the familiar Red Hood that looked down at you.

"Solis!" Jason's eyes went wide as he saw the amount of blood in the room. "Shit alright. I need you to stay awake, okay?" You nodded and forced your eyes open as Jason dove down beside you, properly retying the fabric around your shoulder. Jason stared at you for a few moments before pushing himself up and firing a single shot down the hallway. You watched intently as the goons came running in, Jason plowing through them in a matter of minutes. Jason scooped you up, not bothering to try and gather any further information from you.

**

You woke up in a bed in an unfamiliar room. Your brain began piecing together the events. Jason had come to get you, then put you in a car, brought you here, sewed up the wound…you wondered how long you'd been asleep. The door creaked open and you saw both Roy and Jason standing in its frame.

"You're awake! Thank fuck, D would've killed me!" Roy rushed over and embraced you.

"Yeah probably…" You were speaking to Roy, but you couldn't take your eyes off Jason. There was something there, unspoken, that you couldn't remember. What had happened? How long had you been asleep? As if reading your mind, Jason spoke up.

"It's only been 12 hours," he watched your eyes go wide. "Before you freak out, you lost a lot of blood and were barely hanging on to consciousness. 12 hours is not that many. You'll still be weak." Jason began to step towards you but hesitated. Roy immediately noticed the awkwardness his presence brought.

"Imma just…I'll go get us some food…or something." Roy pointed towards the door and rushed out.

"I feel like I'm missing something."

"No…I just. I was worried." You leered at him, knowing that was not what you were missing. You carefully sat up and swung your legs over the bed, determined to get to the bottom of whatever feeling this was. Once you attempted to stand, Jason was at your side in a fraction of a second. "I just said you would be weak…" he mumbled out.

"Well I have to go to the bathroom and you aren't giving me answers anyways." You tried to push him away. It unsurprisingly did not work.

"How long have I known you? For once, just stop being so damn stubborn!" He grabbed your shoulders, in an effort to steady both of you.

"I dunno like 8 years…" you grumbled out, unsure if the question was meant to be answered.

"Yeah well for 7 and a half of those I've loved you. And it just hit me that you could die…hell I could I die, and you wouldn't know." His hands traced down your arms and collapsed at his side. "I guess that just broke me, okay? Are you happy now?!" The anger in his voice rose.

"So how about those pants now?" You smirked, trailing your eyes over his body. Jason's eyes lit up as he began to laugh, recalling the situation from months prior.

"Maybe not right now…let's wait until you can stand on your own."

"JUST KISS HER ALREADY GOD DAMMIT!" Roy screamed from the doorway. Neither of you knew how long he'd been there, but that didn't deter Jason. His lips smashed into yours while his arms enveloped you.

"FUCKING FINALLY!" Roy screamed as he threw his hands up in the air.

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Prepare for your inbox to be spammed now that I am back

Also……. 👀 👀 if I may I’d like to request a (romantic) letter with one Mr jason todd?

Going by she/they pronouns, it’s your favorite cryptid tumblr mutual zea ;) I never fully die on this site forever but I’m also not fully alive

SOME UPDATES FROM MY TIME IN THE GRAVE TOO!

I graduated!!! Officially!!! Your girl is going to be a college freshman

Made it into Boston university for communications and media sciences 😤😤 returning to be an East coast girlie after being a Midwest girlie

New goal: get a Boston boyfriend who works in a bakery in little Italy and can give me free access to baked goods

Turned 18 but this was like way back in March 😅😅😅

….still don’t have a driver’s license

Helloo my lovely cryptid! Congratulations on graduating!! And getting into university! I'm so proud of you, zea! You worked so hard for this! I'm so happy to see it all paid off! Also happy belated birthday! We don't really have too much of an age gap but for some reason I'm still seeing you as a a baby grasshopper ^^ <3

Hey baby girl,

It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm sorry I haven't been able to talk much with you, I've been on a lot of missions lately so I've been occupied. I know that isn't really an excuse, especially when you have so many amazing things going on in your life as well so I wanted to apologize by writing this letter for you.

First off, damn baby, you graduated from high school and got into Boston university? I never got the chance to completely appreciate all the hard work you put in for this so please forgive my belated congratulations, my love. I'm so so proud of you, you've done really well and you deserve everything that you have gotten and even more. I hope you really see how amazing you are and give yourself enough credit for all your accomplishments.

Secondly, are you worried about moving to the East Coast? It's okay if you are, but I know you're going to do just fine. You always come through, you always work hard and you always manage to find the best in every situation. I know you're going to do great, I can't wait to hear all about it.

Thirdly, was lowkey thinking about moving to Boston, and using all the baking skills that Alfred taught me and open up a bakery? A little birdie told me that you wanted a Boston boyfriend to give you free pastries and baked shit. Which, first, rude. Like do you not see the hot piece of ass here just waiting for you like a hot wife when you get back home from Boston?

And secondly, rude, because do you not know that I bake shit better than any Pillsbury doughboy in little Italy can?

And lastly, about the driver's license. You do realize you have a loving boyfriend who can take you out for motorcycle rides like a damn chauffer and who would be more than willing to steal the Batmobile again just to give you a ride to your morning classes, right?

If only I could, but you would probably benefit from asking your little Italy boyfriend. Considering you both do live in Boston. No, no, I'm not bitter. You can lose this cinnamon role for someone's soggy, old beignets. Alfred will never forgive you though, so maybe don't. For the old man's sake.

Jokes aside, I really am happy for you, zea. You've been doing so great and I'm so proud of you. I know that you're a big dreamer so you'll have no problem going after what you want but don't forget to take care of yourself (and not your little italy boyfriend). I love you so much, baby.

Stay safe, I miss you.

JPT

[tweepunkgrl]

staying quiet as often as possible

even though the title is from “conversations with friends” by sally rooney, i was mostly reading “sweetbitter” by stephanie danier and was kind of reminded of the type of stories i like reading/writing.

Posting this before my bday! this is a prequel to “come and get me” 

recommend listening to “moonover” by kississipi

For much of the pain that it can cause, a crush can be harmless. It’s fun to have a reason to be giddy, to feel silly and girly. There’s always that rush of excitement when the eyes catch a small glimpse of their person. It doesn’t need to mean anything, just as long as a person doesn’t act on it.

I never act on my crushes. I usually bury it deep inside me, never to come up to the surface. I try to wait until it subsides, and I find someone new to be fascinated with. It’s worked so far.

But miserable is the only word I can think of as I glance to his end of the booth in the dim bar. I’m on one side with my right leg stretched out to hold my weight against everyone pushing against me each time they so much as breathed. He’s on the other side, opposite of me, next to the window with a perfect view of Gotham’s vibrant nightlife. He’s not engaged with the conversation, and neither am I. He’s stuffing fires into his mouth, having already eaten his burger. His hand is languid as he brings a fry to his mouth, and he chews on it lazily.

Jason Todd’s mind is clearly on something else while mine is solely on him.

For about three shameful years, I’ve been fascinated with Jason. No one knows about it, so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. But I know about it, and each day it slowly chips away a piece of my pride. Especially since he’s dating Rose Wilson. Just made it official two months ago.

Crushes are more painful with proximity, and Jason is skin deep.

“We should ask for the check,” Wally says. He searches for the waitress and makes a small motion with his index finger once he makes eye contact.

I always hated that little tick men do; the little head nods, the look in their eyes where they expect you to do something for them and they don’t need to ask. The amount of space that they need to take up, and the space you give up to accommodate them. The moment someone is required to step out of their way when walking in opposite directions. It’s little signs of entitlement that are only inherent to men. I don’t know, I think I’m someone who gets easily irritated.

The waitress drags her feet to our table, and I understand the lifeless gaze she has as she plops the check on the table. I’d rather be somewhere else too.

She gathers what she cans and gives a curt nod before turning on her heels and walking away. Dick takes the check and slides his credit card into the pocket of the black bill folder.

Jason turns in his seat, placing one hand on the table while the other rests on the headrest. “I’m going out for a smoke.”

Beside me, Kory lifts a single eyebrow. I am impressed. I can’t do that. “Rose told me you quit.”

Jason shrugs nonchalantly and pushes Wally, Dick, and Garfield with his hip, urging them out of the booth so he could get out. “I don’t remember making that decision.”

“I could use a smoke too,” the words are out of my mouth before I could even stop myself. But I do. I really do.

Jason’s green eyes settle on me and my heart is already beating so hard it could burst out of my chest and fall right on the table in front of everyone.

A thing I hate about crushes is interacting with a crush. I become too aware of myself, of all the little movements. I overthink the words I say and the way I say them. I will agonize for days about how my voice sounded when I say hi. Diction becomes increasingly important outside a high school English class. Overanalyzing everything when it probably means nothing.

“I got Camels.”

“Not the menthols, right?”

A corner of his lip tugs upwards and I instantly melt. “No. Turkish Royals.”

“Nice, those are the best ones.”

Kory turns to me with confused neon green eyes. “You smoke?”

Just like Jason, I shrug. “Occasionally.”

I try not to notice the smirk that appears in his face, as though just that one word revealed how charming of a person I could be. I somehow pulled myself out of the booth with grace, despite the nerves that wracked from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I run my hands down the skirt of my blue plaid dress and take a quick glance at my favorite pair of Jadon boots.

I look up to find his gaze settled on me. Jason’s green eyes roamed over my face, taking it all in before he turned and walked over to the door. I trail awkwardly behind him with my hands clasped together in front of me.

It’s chilly outside, and I quickly take the cigarette Jason offers, already lit and ready. I rest my back against the brick wall, its edges creating indents on my skin. He’s doing the same, but he looks cooler doing it. Dangerous and mysterious.

“Smoking is nicer with company,” he says after a minute passes. He keeps his face tilted upwards, eyes gazing at the lights of the city.

“It’s a very social activity,” I say.

There is something meditative and melancholy about standing and smoking with Jason outside the bar. It could be a result of the empty night sky above us, with the single lamppost illuminating us. There’s something in the way his shoulders seemed tended for most of the time they ate inside, and how distant his eyes seemed. There’s an invisible force field keeping him away from everyone, one that wasn’t there before. I sadly spend too much of my time watching him, and it’s not hard to notice it.

“You don’t come out often.”

“Yes I do,” I say as I take a drag. I feel like a character right out of a Wong Kar-wai movie as I do so. “You don’t.”

Jason exhales and smoke flows out from between his lips. It curls in the air. “Yeah, that’s true.”

It’s silent between us for a moment. And then he says, “I’ve been spending all my time with Rose.”

I nod my head, trying to sound nonchalant. “Makes sense. She’s your girlfriend.”

He has a girlfriend and that means nothing to me. It doesn’t impact me whatsoever.

“That she is,” is his reply.

Our group of friends makes their way to us, laughter and joy strongly resonating from them. It overwhelms whatever atmosphere there was around Jason and me. It’s jarring to be thrown out of a quiet moment and into a loud one.

Dick looks at his wristwatch. “It’s getting late.”

“Ok, grandpa,” Vic laughs. “It’s only 11 pm.”

“Yeah, we usually turn in at 2 am,” Karen says.

“Three am if we’re feeling particularly reckless,” Garfield says.

I step in. “I have work early tomorrow. I should probably start heading home.”

“Aww, Raven, nooo.” Garfield pouts his lips to me.

I snub my cigarette out with the bottom of my boot, and as I walk toward the nearest trash can, I hear Jason's voice. “You live on the east side of town, right?”

It’s startling to see that he seems to know this. But it makes sense since we run in the same circle of friends. “Ummm, yeah.”

“So does Rose. I’ll walk with you.”

“Excellent idea!” Kory says with optimism oozing out of her. “It’s dangerous to walk alone at night.”

Dick seems to like that idea. He looks at me and says, “Send a text when you get home.”

Jason rolls her eyes. “She’ll be fine. I can make sure she gets home fine.”

We’re silent as we part ways from the group. It’s not until we’re a block away that I feel the pressure of his hand on my back. It’s hot, and it burns my cold skin. It’s nice, and I just want to engulf myself in it.

“I have tequila up in my apartment,” I say. “You wanna come up for a nightcap?”

He bites the side of his cheek and says, “Sure.”

[dork-empress]

Singing in the Dead of Night Pt 3

Lucy and Damian visit Metropolis.

Past chapters are under my tag 'lucy quinzel' and the whole fic is on my AO3 (url in my description). Please reblog and leave comments.

Flock of Robins

Timtiminey:Guys. Guys. Guess what???

Jason: I thought I deleted this chat.

Timtiminey: Ha funny you think I’d allow you to do that

Timtiminey: And you didn’t guess.

Dickbutt: Tim I’m on a mission.

Dickbutt:.....

Dickbutt: TIM CHANGE MY NAME

Timtiminey: You’re still not guessing.

Dick Grayson’s name was changed to DickiestButtiest

Stephaluffagus: Whatever Is It, Tim?

Jason: Why is Stephanie even on here?

Stephaluffagus: I was a Robin!

Timtiminey: And she asks the questions. Well, you SEE

Timtiminey: DAMIAN GOT A GIRLFRIEND

Stephaluffagus: WHAAAA?!:?HSLHFADSKLJFKL?????

Dick Grayson’s name was changed to DatAssTho

DatAssTho: Awwwww, that’s so cute!!!

DatAssTho: Our little hellion is growing up

DatAssTho: It’s like it was just yesterday he was threatening to stab us all

Jason: That was last week at dinner.

Jason: Who the hell said yes to go out with him?

Timtiminey: That’s the best part! The old man set them up.

Stephaluffagus: ALKSDAN LFKSNDAFLKNDASKLF

DatAssTho: Well thats just not fair. He never set up me on a date.

Jason: He put you on the Titans.

DatAssTho: Watch it, Todd

DatAssTho: Also, you type like an old man

Jason: With proper punctuation?

Stephaluffagus: Guys, we’re straying from the topic: Who is it??

Timtiminey: Harley’s niece, she’s got some like, clown ballerina thing going

Jason: QUINN?!?!?!

Jason: LIKE JOKER’S GIRLFRIEND????

DatAssTho: Dude, they broke up ages ago

Stephaluffagus: Yeah, she’s basically more hero than you are

Jason: You really want to go down THAT route Brown?

Timtiminey: OOOOHKAYYY

Timtiminey: Rest assured, the old man vetted the girl. She’s…..unique? I’ve only seen her file, or part of it anyway

DatAssTho: Bruce has secret files doesn’t he

Timtiminey: I think I made it through the first encryption, but I’m working on the next between other cases.

Timtiminey: After all, we have to make sure she’s alright for our little Dami-kins

Stephaluffagus: Isn’t he on this chat?

Timtiminey: He’s had this muted for ages

Jason: YOU CAN DO THAT?!

Timtiminey: I mean, YOU can’t. I will turn it off for you

Jason: …….

Jason: Well you know it’d be a shame if I

Jason: @DamianWayne

Timtiminey: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!

Damian: You’re dead Drake

DatAssTho: RIP

Stephaluffagus: He will be remembered

Jason: Prick.

“Get on already,” Damian said, exuding as much disinterested and grumpy energy as his body could manage.

Lucy skipped over to him, and looked at the seating arrangement on the Robin Cycle. “Hmm”, she said, “I don’t know if I’ll fit.” She climbed up to the back of the cycle only for her tutu to spring her backwards.

“What the hell is in that thing?” Damian asked, scowling. whatever had hit him was way more solid than fabric.

“Oh all sorts of things!” she said, “It’s my utilitutu!”

Damian really should have been used to this by now. “Your what.”

“Utility Tutu. I’ve got my balloon animals, my gas bouquet, my tamborine…”

“Well get rid of it or something,” Damian said, and was somehow surprised she did as was asked. Left in just a leotard, she hooked the tutu around her arm and jumped up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Luckily, he was wearing his helmet, so no one could see him blush.

He revved up the motorcycle to try and drown out his thoughts. They’d been particularly loud ever since Tim said what he said...and, maybe since Lucy said what she said.

Were they dating? Is that what was happening? Lucy had called it a date, but Lucy was weird. It wasn’t like Damian understood how these things were supposed to work. This was super not in the training regime for the League of Assassins.

Did he...want it to be a date? He was even less sure. Lucy was...odd, but she had grown on him. She was the exact opposite of him, cheery where he was brooding, she was peaceful, he was violent. She was...kind and funny and playful. He was super not. they were both smart, but that seemed to be where the similarities ended.

And yet, it kinda worked. She was pretty, in a girly way, or at least thats what he could tell from under her makeup. He’d never been...really interested in girls or anyone. He didn’t know what it was supposed to feel like. If this was how it was supposed to feel like.

Well, he wasn’t going to be forced to be in a relationship with anyone. If she tried anything, he would tell her no, in no uncertain terms. Then he could get Tim and the others to shut up.

Once the decision was made, of course, he was left to ruminate for the remainder of the ride. He might have welcomed some of Lucy’s chatter, just to get his mind off things. Damn Bruce, not letting him use the batmobile…

Finally, a blur appeared beside him. “Need a lift?” Jon asked, rushing along beside him. Damian couldn’t help a smirk as he followed him through the city.

They came to a stop in an alleyway, though it didn’t hide much. “Whoa,” Jon said, eyebrows raised, “Hello, who’s this?”

Lucy stood on the top of the motorcycle, slipping her tutu back on and giving a deep curtsy, “Greetings! I am Commedia, The Dancing Delight, Columbina of Gotham and--”

“She’s Harley Quinn’s niece,” Damian said, cutting her off, “Lucy, Superboy, Superboy, Lucy.”

Lucy jumped down, eyebrow raised, “Now, come on. Surely you boys know how hard it is being defined by those who came before you.”

“Yeah, Robin,” Superboy said, holding out his hand for her to shake, “Honestly, no manners. Nice to meet you, Comme...Colum..um.”

“Lucy’s fine,” she said, “Aunt Harley said it’d be good for me to go and see some of Metropolis, maybe get some shopping done.”

Jon smiled, “Well, there’s plenty to do around here, and you picked the perfect tour guide! Come on, Mom and Dad are working today. I’ll show you around.”

Damian followed the pair of them around at a pace where you could just barely tell he was part of the same group. He was in his black outfit again, with sunglasses so that Lucy couldn’t tell who he was, and all of Metropolis wouldn’t know Robin wasn’t in Gotham.

Jon took them on the full tourist tour, going to see the many wonders of Metropolis. Though, a few stops Damian was pretty sure weren’t on the main route, like when they went to the top of the Daily Planet building. Other than that, though, it was a lot of pretty buildings, old buildings, the Superman memorial/dedication (they just left it up when Superman came back) and other sites that were considered important.

Damian sulked, having seen all these before and not finding them any more impressive than the first time or any time after that. What did surprise him was that Lucy didn’t seem any more impressed than him. He would have thought she’d go Gaga over the tourist trappings, considering she react to abandoned (allegedly) mines like a family at Disney World.

But she looked at each one, nodded in appreciation, and went onto the next thing.

Jon was kinda weirded out by it too, Damian could tell, not that Jon was ever subtle. He kept looking to Damian as if to try and explain her behavior, not that he was ever going to be doing that.

“Ok,” Jon said, as they sat outside the capitol, “Is there anything you WANT to see?”

Lucy shrugged, “To be honest, buildings don’t really interest me that much. But I’m glad to have gone with you, of course.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Damian said, “What’s the point of going around like this if you don’t even like it? We went around all damn day for YOU!”

Lucy tilted her head, “We went so that Superboy could show us things and we could get to know him.” She smiled at him, “You clearly admire Superman a lot, and you’re clearly like him. I’m glad you get along with your dad so well.”

Jon smiled, confused, but appreciative, “Thanks?” Damian grumbled. “But, I’d like to get to know YOU better as well. So if there’s something you like, the city has everything.”

Lucy hummed, “I honestly mostly just like to people watch in my free time.”

Jon beamed, “Oh man, I have the perfect place then.”

With a hop, skip, and a kryptonian-powered jump, the three of them were in the rafters of the Metropolis Subway station, looking down at everything and everyone as they went by. Damian was just glad they were inside, and being underground had him feeling a bit more at home.

Lucy practically sparkled, leaning way too far over to look at everyone. “What are they saying? Can you hear them?”

“Uh, which ones?” Jon said. She pointed aggressively. “Well, that one’s a family on vacation, the dad there is going over the itinerary, he’s got it printed out. The daughter there is trying to get him to skip the museums so they can get to the aquarium faster.”

“Ohh, what’s at the aquarium?” Lucy asked, kicking her feet like a child.

“Some fish, jelly fish are cool...Oh, they got a new shark there, I think.”

Damian groaned again, “Ugh, who CARES? If you wanted to go to the aquarium, then lets go to the aquarium! Instead of just watching someone TALK about it! These are all just normal people!”

“Robin, dude,” Jon said, “If it’s what she wants, why not? We are here for HER after all.”

That in of itself would have been enough to shame Damian, but Lucy was staring at him. She stared unblinking, and unsmiling. It was actually creepy. Like she was staring through him.

“Nobody’s normal.” She said, very seriously, her voice no longer taking on the cheery affectation. “Not a single one that I’ve ever met. Many of them TRY to be normal, but it is an illusion. A moving target, an ideal that doesn’t exist and people are shamed for not attempting to achieve.”

Damian could feel himself resist leaning away from her. “Uh, Lucy?” Jon said, “Something you want to talk about?”

Lucy blinked like she was remembering she was supposed to. “I suppose it is personal to me,” she said, “My…mother was always a little scared of Aunt Harley. First scared of her success, then scared of her villainous career. She always wanted to be normal. She wanted…me to be normal. She was scared of what I’d be. Who I’d be like.” She smiled, an echo of her previous smile, “It’s not quite the same as being a disciple for a great hero like Superman or Batman.”

Jon was suddenly looking very awkward. “Well,” He said, “I mean, having Harley Quinn as your aunt isn’t that bad. And you’re good anyway! So, no need to worry.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Lucy said, “It doesn’t matter if I was good or bad. It just matters that I was strange.” She tilts her head, looking down at the mass of people rushing back and forth. “Ever since I was little, people didn’t feel…real. They’re just. Stories. I couldn’t relate to my peers, as my teachers would say. I don’t know how to explain it. The only time I tried, my mom was so scared she sent me to a camp. One of those meant for bad kids to help them behave.” She tilted her head, “But they weren’t bad. They all had different stories. I realized there were no normal people. Just people with stories.”

Damian couldn’t have spoken if it was to yell for help. He stared at Lucy, trying to decide if he should be concerned or sympathetic.

Jon cleared his throat. “Well, I think you’re nice. And that’s what’s important. No problem with learning more about people and helping them.”

Lucy smiled, “Thank you.”

Jon’s head whipped to the side. “Ah, shoot, Dad’s calling me. I’ll be right back.” Lucy’s cheery attitude was back and she nodded, as Jon took off.

Lucy looked over at Damian for a moment. Damian felt he should say something. Apologize, maybe? He wasn’t sure what would be appropriate, and if it was appropriate, would Lucy want it. She worked on a whole other level, that was clear.

Lucy went back to watching people below her.

“My mom,” Damian started, not sure where he was going to end his sentence. Rule one of being in his family was to not reveal details about himself. But it was Lucy and she…she was his friend. “She was a…she’s a villain. I was supposed to be too. Maybe would have been if I didn’t go to live with Batman.”

Lucy nodded, “That sounds like a very interesting story,” Lucy said, “Thank you for telling me.” She tilted her head towards him. “Hey Robin, there’s this comedy place here in Metropolis I looked up. I was hoping maybe we could go tonight? I’m kind of a comedy nerd, and it’s always good to support people at an open mic. Maybe you’d even laugh once.”

Damian braced himself. This was a date. She was asking him on a date. He had prepared himself for this. “I can’t,” Damian said, the words practiced, “I don’t think of you that way. We can hang out and…be friends, but no.” There. No question about it.

Lucy looked at him, and tilted her head, thinking. “Ok,” She said, simply. Didn’t seem too heartbroken. It was a relief. “Hey Superboy,” She said, voice raise just slightly on the sounds of trains, “Do you want to go on a date to a comedy club tonight with me?”

There was a brief pause, then with a burst of wind, Jon jumped up back to the rafters. “Yeah, that sounds good,” and they shared smiles, “Robin, I can get her back to Gotham if you want to head home.”

Damian blinked, trying to process what exactly was happening. “I–,” technically, he wasn’t supposed to leave Lucy, for reasons Batman hadn’t been overly clear about. But if something was going to happen, she’d be plenty safe with Jon. Still, he wanted to argue this, even though he had nothing, and he knew he had nothing. “Sure, that sounds fine.”

Jon held out his hand to help him down, but he could easily get out by himself. And so, alone, he went home. And he didn’t understand the strange feeling in his gut.

Bruce stretched his neck coming down to the batcave, seeing Tim on the computer. “Commissioner Gordon has kindly invited Batman and Robin to the Wayne charity Christmas Party on my behalf,” he said, “I’ve got Dick coming down to wear the Batsuit for me. I’m going to work to have Damian as Robin, but would you and Steph take on patrols that night? At least some of us should actually be doing work.”

Tim didn’t answer. He stared blankly into the computer. Bruce sighed, most likely he didn’t hear him. “How long have you been down here? You’re going to ruin your–”

“Are you planning on telling Damian?” Tim asked.

Bruce paused and looked at what Tim was staring at. It was medical records of Delia Quinzel, specifically of her pregnancy.

Specifically the fake pregnancy records that Bruce had made. “What are you talking about?” Bruce asked.

“Please don’t insult me,” Tim said, face stoic, “You really think I can’t recognize your digital fingerprint all over these files?”

Bruce took a few deep breaths. “Have you told anyone?”

“Hell no,” Tim said, finally looking up, “And I cleaned up your mess. But I don’t know if anyone else has looked into this before now.” Tim glared at Bruce, “So I ask again, are you planning on telling Damian that you’ve put him in charge of protecting Joker’s biological daughter from her own father?”

Bruce came over and looked at the corrected records. They were, in fact, cleaner. Bruce’s were too normal. Tim added in complications that could have happened, just enough to make people think they’d already found what was wrong. “We don’t know what Joker knows.”

“Oh, and he just happened to escape Arkham and disappear at around the same time a teen starts hanging around his ex-girlfriend.” Tim said, dryly.

“If he does know,” Bruce said, “Then its our job to stop him. If he doesn’t, then we still stop him. But Lucy has a target on her back one way or another.”

“Which is why you put Damian in front of it?” Tim said.

“I trust Damien,” Bruce said, “To protect her. But I don’t want him to be biased against her because of her parents.”

“So, you’re putting him at risk, so that he can make friends?” Tim demanded, arms crossed.

Bruce took a deep sigh. “One day,” he said, “Lucy is going to have to confront where she’s come from. And the rest of us are too. I’m trying to give us all the best chance.” Bruce said, “Besides, Damian needs more friends other than Jon.”

Tim screwed up his face, then snorted. “Alright, old man,” he said, “I’ll go with your plan for now. But if something goes belly up, I reserve the right to at least one ‘I told you so.’”

“A fair compromise,” Bruce said, “What have you found about Joker’s movements?”

“He’s going quiet right now, which isn’t much like him,” Tim said, “But I think I’ve tied him to this fancy surgical robot that’s gone missing from Gotham Hospital.”

“Well, I’m sure there’s nothing mind-breakingly awful he can do with that,” Bruce said, sarcastically. “Let’s take it to the streets.”

Tim jumped up and followed him to the batmobile.

[arguablysomaya]

Waynes + Food

Dick: 

eats the weirdest shit

probably was that one kid who would mix chocolate milk and ketchup in grade school and would dare people to drink it (we’ve all been there)

the type of mf to say “it’ll all mix in my stomach, so who cares??” 

does the bare minimum in terms of nutrition. if he has regular people food, he’ll eat it, but he can go a week on cold pizza and cereal and be fine

gets heartburn and just fucking takes a bite of raw broccoli then goes about his day

surprisingly healthy

all added weight goes straight to his ass so it doesn’t even matter

tried once to set a good example for damian but broke after two days

alfred would literally cry if he saw dick’s pantry

drinks “girly drinks” because he likes the colors

Jason:

Very Picky Eater

keeps a list of foods he refuses to eat for the dramatics of it all

thinks raisins are an atrocity, gags when he finds them in salads

would rather starve than have his flavors mix

firm believer in food segregation

has a “perfect bite formula” that he whines about whenever the bacon slips out of his breakfast sandwich

“i’m savoring it, demon brat”

health nut. only one who actually reads nutrition labels

hates big brands, so sometimes the Actual Red Hood will stop by a farmers market to pick up like eggs or smth

thinks tex-mex is a joke. “eat real latin food or don’t eat at all” - jason todd, 2020

his sweet tooth ruins the fuck out of his reputation

Cass:

eats basically anything except fast food

saw a video of how mcdonalds nuggets are made once and Never Forgot

eats breakfast food all day every day. co-owns the waffle maker with steph

never in her life has she dropped food but if she did she wouldn’t throw it out cuz she on dat grind all the time

very wide palate but she hates cheese so much. makes fun of dick on her snapchat because he eats shredded cheese straight out the bag

doesn’t really see the appeal of junk food but doesn’t like. hate it

“food is food???” -cassandra wayne, 2020

eats when she’s bored

Tim:

fucking weirdo 

horrible taste in food

eats pineapples on pizza like it’s not a war crime

if unmonitored, will eat solely take out and junk food for months on end

eats cheese puffs that are literally glowing neon orange. jason once shot the bag out of his hands

brews coffee with mcdonalds sprite because why not

not at all picky but he really likes korean food because it’s like the only memory he has of his grandparents

not at all conscious of money, eats caviar with ketchup and fries

half the time he’s too busy to even see what he shoves in his mouth but the intensity of cass’ glare will tell him if he’s gone too far

Duke:

eats like a Normal Human Being. mostly

made fun of people who put ranch on pizza for 14 years then tried it once and realized it was actually pretty good

does the puzzles of the backs of cereals

also buys cereals that have prizes in them but the prizes always end up in dick’s hands. when will he learn

never matured enough to like vegetables :///

is lactose intolerant but doesn’t really put in the effort to avoid dairy

buys almond milk (the sweetened kind) but still eats cheese and yogurt and ice cream

his stepdad was half nigerian so he eats jellof rice religiously

prefers colorful food over bland food

fucking hates coconut. would rather die than have coconut. unfortunately he loves (virgin) piña coladas sooooooooo

Damian:

vegan and never shuts up about it

thinks he’s hot shit because he can cook like. spaghetti and tofuballs

spoiled rotten because there’s way too many people in the house who cook for him

spicy foods

suffers greatly during ramadan but powers through every year

would never even touch food that has been on the ground, thanks

demands high quality. dick tried to make him a peanut butter sandwich and he wrinkled his nose so hard he got a nosebleed

would never admit this, but he puts coins in his mouth because he likes the metallic taste. also likes the taste of his own blood (we’ve all been there)

drinks orange juice after brushing his teeth just to hear jason gag

Bonus: Bruce

square

eats the lamest shit

like. we’re talking lunchables level, here

black coffee, corn flakes with no sugar, spaghetti with butter on it

eats because he has to, not because he likes the taste

keeps a schedule because he’s That Basic

that being said, he can’t really cook

spices? you mean salt and (maybe) pepper

tastebuds are like 80% fried off anyway

never drank apple juice and that’s the source of all of his problems

once burned his hand opening a rice cooker because cass didn’t tell him it was still on