#Jason Todd therapist Au

[iamliquid]

Jason therapist Au. Or well more like Jason is randomly told about traumatic incidents because he rarely flinches or asks anything, so he has SO much dirt on people he can make a pile of information enough a Dark web hacker would cry.

Tim: Hey Jason?

Jason: Hmm..?

Tim: Damian's mom actually tried to seduce me and have me be the LOAs next leader. Or well technically it was Ra's that made her do it. Anyways- (resume with another conversation)

Jason: ... Huh. Okay.

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A camera is pointed at Jason like an interview, he's sitting on a chair fixing the mic on his shirt. Duke is behind the camera holding a piece of paper.

Duke: So. What did you think about that?

Jason: Well honestly? Must've sucked.

Duke: Not anything else? Not I feel bad or anything??

Jason: What the fuck do you want me to do with that information? I'm no licensed therapist, find Harley if you want her to do a psyche eval on you. Not that anything new would come up.

Duke: ...That's.. a pretty valid argument. Anyways, so why do you think they come to you out of everyone?

Jason: Because I don't give a fuck. Bruce, Dick and Alfred are gonna freak the shit out, Damian and Tim are either the ones venting or the ones who do unnecessary things to solve your problem. Did you know? Once when Dick told Tim that a woman had cheated on him, Tim went straight to Damian and they nearly sent the woman to the hospital because she quote 'fell on a knife'. Never confide in them unless you want revenge.

Duke: They did that? Thought they hated each other.

Jason: They don't, its the sibling fight thing. It's more like they enable each other.

[books-not-people]

AU where when Danny first got in the portal for the picture jazz being the protective older sister she is and knowing her parents "lab safety" she goes in with Danny and when he trips her immediate thought was to save him from falling in the danger trap she considered the portal and they both become halfas que the canon ghost shenanigans but add protect younger siblings obsessed jazz being a absolute nightmare standing behind Danny the hole time just daring someone to go after team phantom and any time they do they immediately regret as they have angered the older sibling and mercy is not an option.

When pariah dark happens they team up to own him no suit required and jazz and Danny become sibling rulers of the realms.

Somehow their parents find out and go mad scientist on them jazz is 18 in this so says fuck you takes Danny and as the nature secretly petty as shit just calls CPS and takes Danny and sues her parents for child support.

They + Sam & Tucker (because they can convince Tucker's parents it will be good for his future tech career and Sam just tells her parents she's going to stay with her dads side of the family(the drakes)) go to Gotham because no GIW unlike Amity and is ecto rich I also imagine that both are on their way to becoming Ancients of space (Danny) and as odd as it seems older siblings(jazz) they are confused at first until it's explained that the belief of the love and protections that older siblings are some of the most protective and also mischievous towards their younger siblings has built up to for an ancient and jazz just happened to become that ancient.

Que jazz helping college students in the Gotham U library study when they miss their older siblings help like when they where growing up and just being a protection spirit but to siblings in particular. This becomes super annoying when the bats and the birds start setting off her instincts after joker escapes and she can only relax after beating the shit out of him with the anti-creep stick in front of red hood who promptly falls in love with her much to the annoyance of Danny who was already secretly dating tim and meeting at the local coffee shop and ordering their coffee

Feel free to add your own ideas and if anyone writes it please send me a link or title I would love to support your story💖

[hyperblue]

Isolde does not hide, but hides.

Isolde Mary Drake still studies flawlessly at Gotham Academy, helps with small matters at Wayne Enterprises and improves in her favorite business - photography, and at night, along with Batwoman and Nightwing, Scarlet Robin protects Gotham.

She has always been smart, she has always been able to calculate, plan and implement exactly flawlessly and perfectly - no one notices how much she goes to the toilet, how she gets tired quickly, that she wears a tight flesh-colored corset not for beauty and the formation of a feminine figure, and her Scarlet Robin uniform is most protected and strengthened in the area belly.

She rests in bed or lying in front of her window late at night and early in the morning - her hands gently caress her small rounded belly, twins, but the stomach is small by itself, although everything is fine, it is so easy to hide.

She crosses out a new version of the name for the girl and does not even want to imagine what will happen if someone, especially from the enemies, finds out that the family of Batman is blooming and bearing fruit.

But her Jane surprisingly gently squeezes her hand, holding the other on her own stomach and says that everything will be fine, and Kate Kane vows to protect and protect them at the cost of her life.

Sisterhood AU How do you deal with the fact that your boyfriend is dead and your father is lost in time? That's right - to get pregnant with a cloned baby with the help of modern technology! Isolde originally wanted to do it alone, but her sisters found out and decided it was a great way to deal with grief.

you can always lure me with jason and tim being slightly (or more) insane together, they mean much to me

also i love isolde as a name for fem!tim, it has a nice ring to it that resonates with timothy very well

[ew-selfish-art]

DP x DC AU: Letters and Paper goods are easy to store, and therefore, easy to hide. Danny has drama to monger though.

Tim Drake becomes a ward of Bruce Wayne at the same time the Drake Corporation is crumbling, and his father's health is declining. Dana, his father's physical therapist turned new wife, isn't optimistic these days, and Tim can read the writing on the wall.

Times have changed and Bruce and Dick are treating him with kid gloves. Jason Todd is alive again, been there suffered that. Young Just-Us has proven yet again to be his true family... But Bruce 'welcomes' him home the second the fake uncle is sniffed out.

So, Tim rationalizes, If Drake Corp is going down, then so shall the reason he spent his childhood abandoned. The many, many archeology digs his parents left him for over the years and their many, many stolen historical pieces. Tim is ready and able to get rid of them all.

He first returns the artifacts that have obvious origins to the people with whom they belong. Then it starts to get a little hazy as to where each item stolen is from. The paper goods are the hardest to place.

Years later, Tim has almost completely emptied his parent's old home of their stolen goods. By now, he runs a fortune 500 company and is working as Red Robin. Going through the last of the archives means going through the very last objects his parents ever preferred over his company, and he can't wait to be rid of them.

A glowing green envelope however... this one he feels compelled to keep. He hadn't known it back when he started this project- but somehow his Parents had found objects drenched in the essence of the Lazarus Pits. And it wasn't just one letter, it was dozens and dozens.

Tim Drake knew it would be risky to move them, but he needed to get these letters to an ex-league member to understand what the language of the dead was trying to proclaim.

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Danny hates a fetch quest but apparently Ghost Writer is having a bad day. It starts with Danny running by the guys library to have a chat when all of a sudden, the question of certain... ghost relations... came up. Danny is always more than thrilled to hear about how the various ancient-as-in-old ghosts interacted with the Ancients-as-in-yikes ghosts.

Ghost Writer finally admitted to the monarch in training that if he wanted to know so badly, that he could track down Clockworks old letters. They'd been scattered well before Ghost Writer could properly work on the ghost archives (read: was still alive), and it wasn't until he'd long worked on the library that such affairs were noted as missing.

The potential for gossip was just too good! A call home to Sam, Tuck and Jazz to let them know he was on an adventure, and then Danny flew off with little more than some hints by GW and an annoyed nod of cryptic agreement by CW.

Danny goes about wondering Gotham as himself, not yet seeing the need to be Phantom, when he runs into the very guy he was looking for.

"Hey- you don't happen to have a shit ton of letters written in the language of the dead do you?" Danny smiles as innocently as possible as he watches all seven stages of grief play out on the guy's face. Then something changes and Danny can tell that this guy is like, scary competent.

"I do, however, I was double crossed and a shit ton of assassins are on their way to try and take them."

"Uh... Bummer for them I guess? I'll just take them and go- I don't even really need to keep them if you want em back-"

"Assassins. They won't exactly leave empty handed."

"Huh. Well... Wanna come with? These are supposed to have some pretty juicy drama in them." Danny awkwardly places a hand on the back of his neck.

A knife being thrown in their direction was enough to get this guy to make a decision.

"Let's go spill some tea then."

Danny grins as he pulls the guy through a rapidly drawn portal, ignoring the wide eyes he makes. Turns out his name is Tim, and walking him through afterlife drama is the best- how does he know so many dead assassins??? One of these letters is about a guy who took Tim's spleen??

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Bruce survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Two: Sirens on the Staircase

Martha fixed her makeup while her assistant adjusted her dress. “Can you do the sweater, Mrs. Wayne?” her assistant questioned. 

“Over the shoulders,” Martha answered. She brushed hospital shampoo through her hair and looked at Bruce. He hated press conferences, but he understood they had to release a statement. “Bruce, you don’t have to do this with me if it bothers you… All I’m going to do is tell them we’re going home soon, we’d like everyone to respect our privacy, and we love our city and hope it doesn’t deter people from supporting local businesses.” 

“But what about crime?” Bruce asked. 

“Crime is only a symptom of a much more frightening disease that plagues our city… So many people are left behind or ignored because of where they come from or what abilities they do or don’t have. We are supposed to help give people whatever we need as often as we can,” Martha replied, “That being said, do you want to do boring press with me? Or do you want to go support Dad at his pain management appointment?” 

Bruce smiled at her. “I’ll tell Dad you love him,” Bruce replied as he kissed her cheek. 

Martha gasped. “You don’t think that I’d be coming on too strong?” Martha teased. “Tell him I think it’s cute how his nose scrunches up when he laughs and see how he reacts… And then, tell him that I love him.”

Bruce smiled and nodded before heading to the physical therapist’s office on the second floor of the hospital. Bruce waved at the window to make sure it was okay to come in. By this time, the hospital was well-acquainted with Bruce and even welcomed his presence. He brought meals and coffee, distracted smaller children while nurses drew blood, and was painfully sweet to everyone who cared for his parents. He even remembered the names of the people at the front desk.

Thomas lit up at the sight of Bruce and waved him over. "I'm taking a dip in the ice bath today," Thomas explained as he unzipped his robe. Bruce looked at the tub of ice water and frowned. "What's the matter?"

"Won't it be too—? Hm... What's that going to feel like?" Bruce asked. Thomas glanced at his physical therapist. He nodded in reply to Thomas' question.

"Do you want to try it with me? We'll only do a few minutes, and then we'll get out and dry off, warm up a little bit, and have a snack. How about it?" Thomas asked. Over the past few weeks, Thomas realized it was better to let Bruce experience the process of his recovery. It was much easier than giving textbook answers to an already traumatized eight-year-old.

Bruce removed his suit and draped it over a chair while Thomas transferred from his wheelchair to the tub's edge. "Truth be told, I'm glad you're doing this with me," Thomas nervously chuckled. He hated the cold, but Bruce loved it. He loved any extreme Martha and Thomas would allow. Thomas took a deep breath and looked at Bruce. "Count of three? Can you do the honors?"

"One... Two... Three," Bruce counted before plunging down into the tub with Thomas. They both shrieked and blew out a breath from the cold.

Bruce reached forward and grabbed Thomas' hand to keep from jumping out of the water. "It's a shock. I know. Wooo! I wouldn't be offended if you had to get out," Thomas reassured him. Bruce shook his head.

"I'm with you, Dad," Bruce replied, his forehead wrinkling as he stared directly into Thomas' eyes. Thomas chuckled. "Mom told me to tell you that she thinks it's cute when you wrinkle your nose when you laugh."

His chuckle turned to a boisterous laugh. "Did she? Do you think that means she likes me?" Thomas joked.

"She told me something else. She said she loves you," Bruce seriously answered.

"Wow. A pretty lady like your mom loves me? Tell her that she's the girl of my dreams... And that I love her, too. Can you remember that?" Thomas asked as he trembled. Bruce nodded. "You're a good man, Bruce. I don't know if I would've done this for my dad at your age."

Bruce beamed as he shivered in the water. "It's not so bad," Bruce lied. Thomas grinned. 

Silence fell over both of them, and Thomas smiled. The discomfort of the freezing cold faded over the next few minutes, and Thomas took Bruce’s hand once more, looking over his nail beds. “Come on, let’s get out… Easy, you first. Come this way,” Thomas whispered. Bruce waded over, and Thomas sat him on the edge. “Dry your legs and the rest of your body all the way first and take deep breaths. Okay?” 

Bruce obeyed, while Thomas pulled himself onto the tub’s edge. The two of them exchanged glances as they shivered and dried off, and Bruce sat on Thomas’ lap after he transferred back to his chair, and they sat wrapped in their towels and Thomas’ robe. “Would you do this again?” Thomas asked as he held Bruce close. 

“Hm… Can we get soup after next time?” Bruce asked. 

“Miso soup?” Thomas asked. Bruce nodded. “You’re in luck. Dr. Edmonds, can I get another spoon?” 

Dr. Edmonds pulled a spoon out of thin air. After they finished eating, Thomas made sure Bruce drank water with him and got dressed. Bruce eventually nodded off in Thomas’ lap after he got dressed, and Thomas went down to the first floor to watch Martha’s press conference. Martha casually widened her eyes, and Thomas nodded as he approached her in his chair. “Mrs. Wayne? Mrs. Wayne, will you and Mr. Wayne be taking questions at this time?” one of the reporters asked. 

“Thomas, honey, are we taking questions at this time?” Martha asked with a playful grin spread across her face. Thomas reached for her hand, playing with the ring on her finger, almost forgetting that the press was there to begin with. 

“I’ll do whatever you ask, Mrs. Wayne,” Thomas joked. Bruce pressed his face into Thomas’ chest, still fast asleep to Thomas and Martha’s relief. 

Martha smiled and turned toward the cameras. “We can answer a few questions,” Martha replied, “But I’m sure Bruce would like to go home and get some rest, so let’s be brief.” 

**

Bruce stirred in his bedroom as he listened to his parents speaking in the next room. It sounded like they were arguing, so he crept out of bed and listened at his door. “Thomas, it was an accident. Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Martha replied. 

“Martha, maybe I shouldn’t—.”

“Oh, Thomas, don’t be that way. You did the same for me when I was pregnant. There’s no difference,” Martha replied. 

Bruce crept out of his room, and Alfred scooped him up. “Master Bruce, I think it’s almost time for lunch,” Alfred whispered as he carried Bruce downstairs. Bruce wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck, but he couldn’t stop staring over Alfred’s shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asked. 

“Just a small spill, Master Bruce. Would you like a biscuit?” Alfred questioned in reply. 

“Chocolate chip, please,” Bruce answered. Alfred made a soft noise as he patted Bruce on the back. The patting sent Bruce back to the thought of sirens flashing in his eyes, police officers and EMTs swarming on all sides around him. “Wait! Wait! Where’s Mom and Dad? Mom! Dad!” 

“Bruce?” Thomas asked. Alfred carried Bruce up the stairs where Thomas waited in his chair. He was in his robe as he reached out for Bruce, and Alfred handed him off. “Hey, it’s alright, Bruce. It’s alright.” 

Bruce trembled as he pressed his face into Thomas’ shoulder, trying to use his father’s scent as an anchor. “I don’t know who—. I don’t know who took you. The lights—. The lights were flashing, and they took you away from me. I don’t know who—. I wasn’t sure—. I couldn’t—. I couldn’t ask them who—.” Bruce hyperventilated as tears streamed down his cheeks. 

“I’m right here. Daddy’s here. I’m not going anywhere,” Thomas whispered as he held Bruce’s hand. He rubbed circles in Bruce’s palm with his thumb as he kissed Bruce on the cheek. “What’s that silly game we used to play? The one with the—.” Thomas held one thumb up and tapped Bruce’s nose as he started humming the tune to Where is Thumbkin. He switched his hands back and forth even though he couldn’t remember the words clearly. “Help me out, Brucie. Really, son, I’m struggling with this one.”

Bruce slowly started participating, allowing Thomas to wipe his tears away while Martha crept past them to the dumbwaiter. Upon her return, she watched as Thomas struggled to sing along. Thomas lifted Bruce’s chin with his knuckle. “I’m sorry, Dad—.”

“Hey, that’s okay. I’ve got to take a shower, but I’ll be back down for lunch. A kiss for the best, will your heart miss me less? Mwah!” Thomas kissed Bruce’s cheek before patting his arm. Bruce gave him a kiss on the cheek in return. “That’s my big boy. I won’t be gone long. I promise.” 

Martha reached for Bruce’s hand. She scooped him up with her uninjured arm and once she had him balanced on her hip, she blew a raspberry into his opposite cheek. “Is Lovey a little out of sorts after his nap?” Martha asked in a cartoonish bird voice. But before she turned to head down the stairs, she stopped to kiss Thomas. “Isn’t Daddy just the sweetest?” she whispered as she walked down the stairs sideways with her back against the railing. 

“Alfred, I’m sorry,” Thomas whispered. Alfred shook his head. “Could you make sure they get downstairs safely? Hopefully, they take the stair lift down next time. Sorry about all the—.”

“You have never been more pleasant, Master Thomas,” Alfred teased. Thomas chuckled. “We’re happy to have you home, sir.” 

“I’m happy to be home, Alfred,” Thomas half-smiled.

[bowlofworms]

*Touches my google docs* You live like this?

Works in Progress

Dearly Beloved,

We have gathered here today, in the sight of no God, to join my WIPs (of which I have many) in Holy Matrimony. WIP polls are a sacred and joyous covenant, which should be voted upon reverently.

Please help me figure out which WIP to add a chapter to.

Whichever WIP y'all choose, I'll write a chapter for, post to Ao3, and post a teaser + Ao3 link here. This time, each fic is summarized with a tag

Speak now or forever hold your peas:

BatFam

Mercy - Jason Todd -- #Bruce Wayne Bashing

Danny Phantom x Criminal Minds (DPXCM)

Keep Your Friends Close (and Your Corpse Closer) #Corpse AU

DC x Danny Phantom (DCXDP)

Just a Phone Call Away (Hotline, Hotline) -- #Vivisection

The Reaper of Heroes -- #Reaper Danny Fenton

BatFam-DCXDP

The Avenger of Heroes -- #Post-Batarang Incident

The Blessing of the Phantom -- #League of Assassins Lore

It's No Metaphor -- #Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne are Twins

The Pennyworths -- Based off my prompt found here -- #Time Travel Shenanigans

Who is Danny Wayne? -- Read it on Ao3 Teasers: 1 -- #Haunted Doll Danny Fenton

Nerdy Prudes Must Die -- Hatchetfield Universe by Team Starkid (NPMD)

Daily Bread -- #Grace Chasity Has Trauma

The Holy Spirit of Waylon Hall -- Read it on Ao3 -- #Reverse AU

Nerdy Prudes Must Die x BuzzFeed Unsolved (NPMDXBU)

BuzzFeed Unsolved: The Holy Spirit of Waylon Hall -- #BuzzFeed Unsolved AU

Smosh

Actively as Bad as Physically Possible -- #Crack Treated Seriously

Supergirl

One Question a Week (Because My DEO Assigned Therapist is Making Me) -- Read it on Ao3 -- #Clark Kent Bashing

Supergirl x Criminal Minds (SGXCM)

Untitled "Crossover 1" -- #Dimension Travel

Wednesday (Netflix)

The Wrong Impression -- Read it on Ao3 -- #Established Relationship

Last votes’s winner was: Keep Your Friends Close (And your Corpse Closer)

[kyrianclawraith]

@proshipper-on-ship​ thank you for the Dick & Dan idea you added to my other post, please enjoy some of the fall out your comment resulted in haha

“So,” Bruce tried, looking hesitantly pleased at the surprisingly light atmosphere around the table. “Anything new and exciting going on with anyone?”

There was a smattering of answers from around the table. Jason didn’t offer anything - which wasn’t surprising, that he was even there and largely not starting a fight was more than enough as far as Dick was concerned - but with some ribbing from Steph, Tim eventually admitted to finally asking that boy he’d been interested in out. Dick joined in on teasing his little brother - and even Jay gave, for him, some gentle ribbing over finally getting the balls to do something, eh Timberland? - while very carefully avoiding mentioning his own sorta-kinda thing with Dan in Bludhaven. He’d deal with his siblings making him miserable and embarrassed over it all when he actually scored a date with him thanks very much.

Things were going good.

And then Damian cleared his throat, looking imperious and uninterested at the same time as he waited for everyone to turn to look at him.

“I have an announcement on an alteration to my personal life.” He declared, chin up and looking like he was already over this whole family-bonding-time thing, which was fair. Damian had gotten better over the years, but he was still not exactly the cute and cuddly little brother. Dick still had the scar from the last time he tried to hug Dami without warning a year ago and got stabbed for the effort. Still, he was sharing, willingly even! That’s progress!

At the head of the table Bruce tilted his head, looking as cautiously hopeful as Dick felt over the youngest Wayne actually offering to share something personal. “Have you decided on what college you want to go to then?”

“No.” Dami dismissed easily, without more than a glance in Bruce’s direction. “Night and I have decided to take some time to travel before continuing any further schooling.”

Huh, honestly, Dick was kinda surprised. With how much of a perfectionist Dami was, he’d thought he’d throw himself into college with the same ferocious, competitive drive he did everything else. But then again, if Elle Nightingale was going to be taking a gap year or two, it wasn’t as if it was that much of a surprise that Dami would go and join her.

The two gremlins had been practically inseparable since they were twelve and discovered a shared love of stabbing people and adopting every animal they see. If Dami’s best friend was going to go gallivanting across the world like she always dreamed of doing, Dick couldn’t actually be that  surprised that Dami would be going with her.

Dick took a sip of his drink as Dami opened his mouth to continue with what was probably going to be to most people the world’s most harrowing game of “how many incredibly dangerous animals can we see before we end up dead on our gap year” that the two demons were undoubtedly planning.

He regretted taking that sip almost immediately as Damian said, “Night and I took our marital vows yesterday. She sends her regrets that she was unable to join us for family dinner tonight.”

Predictably, the room broke out into utter chaos.

Dick choked on his drink, spraying across the table and splattering Babs with a shower of wine. She didn’t even seem to notice, dropping her own glass as she snapped her head over to stare at Damian, the sound of breaking glass and a deep red stain pooling across the table following as she did. At the end of the table, Jay made a noise like a dying goose as the samosa he’d just popped in his mouth threatened to kill him. Cass, perhaps the most outwardly calm at the proclamation, only stared with wide eyes at her younger brother as she hit Jason on the back in an attempt to make sure he didn’t die.

Dick could practically hear the old shrieking AOL dial up noise that was Tim’s brain attempting to process what his little brother had just said, while sitting next to him Steph gave a small shriek of you what? Duke’s head was on a swivel, eyes darting from Damian, to another family member, to Damian and back again as if unsure who to even look at in the moment.

Bruce just…stared, frozen in place, face caught in the most open look of shock Dick thinks the man has ever shown in his life.

—

Damian sniffed and cast a caustic look towards - of all people - Jason, “Unlike some people, I share my good news with the family in a timely manner.”

Jay sputtered, “You know what, fuck you! Fine, you want me to share the news?” Jay snapped his head towards the rest of them. “Jazz is pregnant, baby is due next month on the sixth. Baby shower’s next weekend at Robinson Park, show up or don’t, I really don’t give a fuck.”

Or maybe he was just going to try to kill them with a heart attack.

“What the fuck?!”

“Language!”

“Who the fuck is Jazz?!”

“Language!”

“Night’s elder sister and guardian, Drake, keep up. You should know this, you’re dating her brother.”

“I’m what?”

“And Grayson is having flirtations with her other brother.”

“Dan is Elle’s older brother? Wait - how do you know about that?”

“Todd and I are in the Nightingale family group chat. We have endured far too much waxing poet about your posterior over the past months.”

“Why do they all have variations of the same name? Who gives all their children the same name?”

“He likes my ass?”

“Oh my god, bigger picture Dick, focus.”

“Seriously, do they all have the same name outside of the older sister? I feel like we need to acknowledge they all have the same name.”

“Can we go back to the fact that Damian got married? To Elle? Yesterday? How did you even do that without anyone knowing?

“Dr. Nightingale is a notary.”

“…Dr. Nightingale as in the woman Bruce is investigating Dr. Nightingale?”

“Okay but the name thing? Please tell me you’re not naming the baby some variation of the name Daniel.”

“If the gremlins get their way it will be. Do you know how many lists we’ve made that they keep sabotaging?”

“So you have Dan’s number? Could you give it to me?”

“Jesus Christ, Dick I’m begging you.”

“Why did you guys even get married?”

“For the diplomatic immunity.”

“You don’t have diplomatic immunity.”

“I do now.”

“What does that mean?”

[klbwriting]

Not Romeo and Not Juliet

Chapter 1: Mingle Yarn

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: fighting, mentions of broken bones and blood

Summary: Jason Todd was alive again. Not only that, but he was back in high school, living with Dick Grayson, and just trying to get by without anyone noticing him. That doesn't go as planned.

Notes: Here it is! Dueling prep schools! Enemies to Lovers! Theater Nerds! Shakespeare! A true rom-com! Jason as a senior and a theater kid! I'm messing with the canon immensely so let's just call this an AU or Elseworlds story where Jason was killed in a similar way to Under the Red Hood movie, but instead of the LoA going and getting him Dick has the falling out with Bruce over Jason's death and he goes to resurrect him without Bruce knowing. He takes Jason to live with him in Bludhaven and enrolls him in Bludhaven Prep so that he can readjust to living and to leaving Robin behind. I hope you enjoy!

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together

— ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, ACT 4 SCENE 3

               “Jason, you have to get going or you’re going to be late,” Dick Grayson called through the apartment.  He knew Jason wasn’t exactly excited to start his senior year of high school and he couldn’t blame him if he was being honest.  Just a month ago Jason had been murdered by a clown and just a week ago he had been revived in a pit of green goo protected by assassins.  They had only agreed to let Dick revive him because they were the reason Jason was even killed in the first place, so it was honestly the least they could do.  Dick was still coming to terms with who came out of the pit, not Jason but not not Jason either.  While pre-Lazarus Pit Jason had been happy, funny, and kind of scrawny, this Jason was moody, stoic, and big.  He wasn’t sure how the 17-year-old had gone from around skinny 5’8 to a jacked 6’1 during a bath but it was what it was.  Now he was staying in Dick’s Penthouse in Bludhaven, Bruce had no idea he was alive, and he was starting his senior year at Bludhaven Prep and Dick was hoping getting him back out there with kids his own age would help him readjust to living again.  The therapist that Dick hired, the one Clark Kent recommended, had given approval for him to return, saying he was mentally able to be around others, but considering no one knew how the pit might affect him they would still be watching him closely.  Dick stood very still in the dining room, waiting until he heard feet stomping down the stairs from the loft area that Jason had taken as his room. 

               “I’m here, I’m here,” he grumbled, sitting down in front of the plate of eggs and bacon that Dick had made for him.  Jason took two bites and made a face.  “I am making breakfast from now on, this tastes like shit.”  Dick rolled his eyes as he watched Jason clean his plate of the ‘shit’.  “Why am I going to school again anyway?  Bruce pulled me out to be homeschooled when I was freshman.”

               “Ya Bruce also had you running around in tights and you’re not doing that anymore either.  At least not until we know that no side effects from the pit are going to cause problems,” Dick said, putting a bookbag on the chair next to Jason.  Jason glanced at the bag and then at Dick.  Dick was once again struck by how different Jason was, yet he could still see the kid Jason was in those eyes.  They weren’t same, they could never settle on what color they wanted to be, blue like before, green like the pit, even brown sometimes, a muddied version of the two.  But the vulnerability was there, even though Jason was desperately trying to hide it. 

               “Fine, I see your point,” Jason muttered, grabbing the backpack before heading to the bookshelf.  He grunted.  “You need better books, honestly, some actual literature would be nice.”  He gave up on finding something, grabbed his phone and took off towards Bludhaven Prep. 

               The car ride over was nice, then the rest of the day started.  Jason knew he was weird, new kid as a senior, eyes that didn’t know what they were, and that black hair with the one tuft of white streaking across the front.  He would be as rich as his big brother if he had a dollar for every time someone asked him about that during the first class alone.  By the time the day was over he was so tightly wound he wanted to bust.  It didn’t help that some football player had decided that Jason was going to be his target for the year.  It started with an ‘accidental’ tray drop at lunch that left yogurt and milk across his new sneakers.  Then in study hall a football to the back of the head.  Finally, what really broke Jason, was the walk from the front of the school to the back where the cars were lined up.  Jason was straggling, hoping that the jock would have gone first, and he might have peace, but no.  He started walking around the side of the school, no one around at first, when from the back came the jock and two friends.  The guy was cracking his knuckles like he was some gangster in a movie.  Jason rolled his eyes and dropped his bag, knowing where this was going. 

               “You seem to think you can just come in and take over my school,” the jock said.  Jason let out an annoyed breath.  He hadn’t spoken to a single person that, hadn’t raised his hand once, he had barely listened, why did the fact that he was an inch taller than this guy make the jock so insecure?  He didn’t want to deal with it.

               “Can you just try and hit me, and we can get this over with?” Jason asked.  The jock’s friends let out snorts of laughter and that seemed to enrage their leader, who threw a wild punch that Jason dodged easily and then Jason threw a jab right at the guy’s face.  He did forget that he was bigger now, stronger than before.  He was surprised by the blood, but the ear shattering crack of bone and the shriek that the guy let out did surprise him.  Jason took off, running around the back of the school and jumping into the car to get home.  Great, first day and he had probably just broken that guy’s eye socket.  He was getting expelled.  At least he wouldn’t have to wear the student uniform anymore. 

               By the time he got back Dick was already on the phone with the headmaster.  Dick pointed at the couch and Jason sat, not wanting to but he knew it was pointless to argue.  Dick had literally brought him back to life, he could sit there and take his punishment without argument.  He had just shattered a guy’s face; he probably deserved the tongue lashing.

               “-I understand but you have to remember that there were no cameras, no actual witnesses other than this Mr. Harrison’s friends, it seems like a he said, he said situation which will not make anyone on the school board happy.  Especially when I pull my funding for the new football stadium,” he said.  Jason rolled his eyes.  Dick had definitely graduated from the Bruce Wayne school for getting out of shit.  “Of course, I am glad that we could work this out.  And of course, any injuries will be taken care of, but no mention of who the fight was with?  Thank you so much for your discretion.”  Dick hung up and rounded on Jason.  “Care to explain?”

               “Some football asshole decided I was too tall for him,” Jason said.  Dick pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to remember why he had decided to take in a teenager.  “Did you have to break his orbital bone?”

               “I forgot about my biceps being the size of my head,” he mumbled.  Dick actually chuckled at that.  “He threw the first punch…”

               “You look uninjured…”

               “You think I would let an idiot like that hit me?” Jason looked shocked.  Dick sighed and looked at his watch.  Then at his phone clock, like it would be much different.

               “I am going to be late for my date with Barbara, stay here tonight, get your homework done, there’s food in the fridge and tomorrow we can talk about this more,” Dick said, buttoning his suit jacket and grabbing his wallet.  Jason just nodded, pulling out a book that he had gotten at the school library.  That at least had more options than Dick’s place.  Dick took one more glance at Jason before leaving. 

               Around 9PM Jason was starting to climb the walls.  He had this nervous energy and he didn’t know how to relieve it.  He tried to think of something.  Parkour?  No, he was angry.  Video arcade?  No, not enough movement.  Then he remembered the underground fights that he and Batman had once raised over in his old neighborhood, Crime Alley.  He figured the fights were probably back by now, they wouldn’t be down for long.  He knew he couldn’t show his face, Dick didn’t need the stress of him being caught in Gotham, or God forbid Bruce finding him, so headed down to the garage that Dick kept on site.  He started searching the sports equipment that he had, grabbing an old school goalie’s mask.  Very Friday the 13th, and hey, his name was Jason.  But the white, no, that wasn’t his color.  He looked around, finding some spray paint in another section and he painted the mask red.  Nice.  He grabbed an old black hoodie, shoved the mask inside the pocket and taking one of Dick’s bikes. 

               It took him about ten minutes to remember how to drive a motorcycle, apparently death didn’t keep memories of driving in his brain.  He almost wiped out five or six times before finally crossing over into Robbinsville and then up into Crime Alley.  He stowed the bike behind a dumpster near a Big Belly Burger before heading into a laundromat.  He walked to the counter that was helmed by a short woman with dyed blonde hair.

               “I’ve come for some good smelling socks,” he said.  He hoped these types didn’t get change their code phrases, it was the only one he remembered.  The woman nodded and pressed a button, motioning to the side door that said ‘Employees Only’.  Jason went through the door and down the stairs, donning his mask.  The guy waiting at the bottom looked him over.

               “50$ to watch, 100$ to fight,” he said.  Jason nodded and turned over his 100$ and the guy pointed him to another woman with a clipboard.  Jason headed over to her.

               “Name?” she asked.  Jason scrambled.  “Name?” she repeated, louder and more annoyed.  The other fights nearby were starting to watch him.  They weren’t too much bigger than him, he might have a good chance.  Either way he could blow off some steam.

               “Mask of the Red Death,” he said.  She cocked an eyebrow and shook her head. 

               “Too long, you’re Red Mask,” she said.  He nodded, very creative.  Poe would be proud.  “You’re finding Butch first.”  She pointed to a large man with muscles in places Jason didn’t know you could have them.  They were for show, not strength, not fighting.  This guy wanted to look good, not actually be good.  Jason watched him as they entered the makeshift cage.  He circled the guy, letting him come to him.  Butch threw a punch, Jason dodged behind him, and Spartan kicked him in the ass, sending him tripping into the glorified fence surrounding them.  The fight went on for only a few more seconds before the guy came back, trying to kick Jason, who slide to the side, grabbed the guy’s leg and slammed his elbow into his knee.  There was a crunch and Butch fell, howling in pain, unable to get up.  Jason was announced the winner and stepped out, heading towards a back door to get some air.  As he opened the door to the basement walkout, he heard a commotion and turned, seeing cops starting to come down the stairs.  He knew they would be going to the back door next, so he took off, mask going back in his pocket and climbing a nearby fire escape until he was high enough to hide in the shadows above the streetlight.  Once the cops that found the back were inside, he climbed down, running to the alley where he’d left the bike.  He was just moving the dumpster again when the back door to the Big Belly Burger opened, making him jump in surprise and slice his hand on an exposed piece of metal inside the trash.  He let out a grunt and the teenage girl in uniform turned to face him.          

               “Are you ok?” she asked, walking over.  Jason was gripping his hand, trying to stop the bleeding so he could get the bike and leave.  “Hold on, I have a bandage.”  She pulled out a roll box of bandaids from the apron pocket.

               “Clumsy are you?” Jason asked, trying to distract from the annoying ache in his palm.  She chuckled and walked over, pulling a cotton ball out of the packet. 

               “No, we have a griller who thinks he’s a ninja, any time he gets his hand on a knife I have to be ready to stitch him up,” she said.  She started dabbing his hand and Jason once again hissed.  “What music do you like?”

               “I uh…I don’t know, I used to like metal, some alternative stuff, but went through a change this summer…not sure anymore,” he said, confused.  “Why?”

               “Well, one this is distracting you from me disinfecting this thing, so you don’t get tetanus, and two, you live in Crime Alley, don’t be a stereotype.  If you think you might like something different than ‘I grew up in the slums, so I just listen to angry shit’ try Noah Kahan, you look like a guy who’d like him, or Hozier.”  He could tell she was just throwing out names to keep him listening and he appreciated it.  “What’s your name?”

               “Jason,” he said.  She nodded and smiled, finishing with the bandage. 

               “Nice to meet you, I’m YN,” she said.  “Want some help with the dumpster or are all those muscles working?”  She winked at him, and he actually blushed, glad it was dark and she might not notice.

               “Sure,” he said.  Together they moved the dumpster, and he got the bike.  He waved quick before driving back to the penthouse.  He got as far as the elevator door, when it opened there was Dick.

               “So, I see you had an interesting evening,” he said, holding up his phone where video of Jason breaking Butch’s leg was being shown.  Of course, Dick would realize it was him, he would know that move anywhere, Dick had taught it to him. 

               “I needed to get out, blow off some steam, forget who I was for a bit,” he said.  Dick nodded. 

               “Good, then what I just signed you up for will be perfect,” he said.  Jason looked at him, eyebrows raised.  “You’re not a member of the theater program, auditions for Hamlet are Friday.”

               “You can’t be serious,” Jason said, heading out of the elevator.

               “I am very serious, you go to school, go to practice, be someone else for awhile when you’re there, and then you come home and you stay here or I am calling Bruce and sending you back to him, see how Batman deals with your shit,” he said.  Jason sighed, heading up to his room.  Fine, theater, he’d wanted to do that before Bruce pulled him from high school.  How bad could it be?

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Roses and Robins: An MDLB Story

by GoodBoyForMomma

Four years after that terrible incident in Sarajevo, Jason Todd, formerly Robin, is starting college at Gotham City University. Yet the past still haunts him. To help him cope, his mentor and therapist, who seem oddly familiar, take him through a new form of therapy. One involving diapers, plenty of milk, and two lovely Mommies. ---------------- This story features ABDL and MDLB (Mommy Domme/Little Boy) themes, including mental regression, breastfeeding, and wetting/messing.

It also features depictions of PTSD, trauma, and panic attacks, as well as child abuse and violence. If any of the above are triggering to you, please don't read. (Dead Dove Do Not Eat)

Words: 1875, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types, Harley Quinn (Cartoon 2019), Harley Quinn (Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Selina Kyle, Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, Roy Harper, Artemis Crock, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Pamela Isley & Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel/Jason Todd, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: mdlb, Mommy Issues, Mommy Dom Pamela Isley, Mommy Dom Harley Quinn, Breastfeeding, Lactation Kink, Nursing Kink, Mommy Kink, Praise Kink, ABDL, Jason Todd is a bisexual ADHD mess because I am, Mommy domme/Little boy, Little Jason Todd - Freeform, dead dove do not eat, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Jason Todd Has Mommy Issues, Jason Todd Has ADHD, trauma galore, Lactating Pamela Isley, Hypnosis, Mental Regression, depictions of trauma, Ageplay, DC AU - Freeform, Jason survived, College Student Jason Todd, College Teacher Pamela Isley, therapist harleen quinzel, Pamela Isley Loves Harleen Quinzel

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44923495

[b4tling]

Fanfic Rambles

Currently getting back into writing on AO3, and I was going through my old fics and was reminded how bad I was at the whole thing back them lol I would only write from first person and avoid dialogue like my life depended on it.

But right now I got hit with inspiration because of all the Batman fics I've been reading. So I have this series planned out in my google docs about Jason Todd and him being VERY occ... like, I made him go down the path of an information broker, sorta. Because when coming back from the dead and spending time at the league, he got this sudden thought to search for answers about his family for himself since so many things Talia told him wasn't adding up.

And etc etc, he comes back to Gotham and becomes a crime lord as usual but way more prepared and has a much bigger impact on the place and people as a whole. He also has a different mindset when it comes to his family and everybody who came after. This is because over his training and search for answers, he ended up discovering a lot about them and messed up things which occurred while he was away (and even before that).

So basically the series will mostly be about events which have Jason just spilling out all their secrets and sorta becoming a family therapist in his own way lol

I also wanted to write something which acknowledges many of Bruce's mistakes but not make him completely irredeemable. Like, I want him to still end up being a dad to the kids, and for his dynamic with Dick to be further talked about. 

Also, it's going to be very AU-like since I'm picking and choosing from the comics what's canon or not. Plus I'll be deciding how to characterize all the characters since its not like DC hasn't mis-characterized them enough for it to honestly be up to the reader on how that person acts.

[kizzer55555]

Poor Batman. He’s not getting a massage is he?

Jason’s masseur deserves a fucking pay raise.

He has no idea how the fuck the dude gives back massages that quiet the goddam pit but you bet your ass Jason is recommending Danny to anyone who looks like they need a massage.

[captainrandomobsessions]

*yeets a fucking table*

This is aimed at literally no one. I've just been anxious for two days and goddammit another thing has been added to the plate and we're at least gonna scrape that little bit off for fuck's sake!

Keep reading for anxiety-riddled rambling.

Uh...TW for Gore

*deep breath*

*ahem*

I am aware of canon. I know how canon works. I know it is there and I know that my favorite characters are not the blood-soaked bbys I want them to be. However(!), even though I will write my favorites as blood-soaked traumatized bbys, they are still, at their core these characters.

Now, you might be wondering what the fuck this is stemming from. Or not, I don't really care.

The first thing is Jason Todd. I love Jason, I really do. He's a fascinating character and deserves happiness. I won't give it to him, but he deserves it. I know that he has been written badly. I don't know if it's because I've been in fandom for 10+ years, or if I'm just really good at compartmentalizing, but I absolutely love Pit Madness while also being acutely aware that it's not canon (at least not completely) and that it doesn't excuse his actions, etc etc. I still love it. And I mean all versions of Pit Madness. Treating it like a deep-seated demonic hunger that needs to be satiated? Yes please! Treating it like a fever pitch of emotions that can just be sicced on people? Yes! Give it!

The same goes for Bakugou. I know he was kidnapped and so everyone agrees that he could never be canonically evil. But I also want him covered in blood with someone's exploded remains flecked across his face. All my favs should be allowed to be a little insane. For a treat. Michael from Lost Boys. Lovino/Romano from Hetalia. Albedo from Ben 10. Jonothan from JJBA. Etc etc so on and so forth.

The second stem is the fact that I really really struggle with people disliking something I like. It's probably part of the anxiety. Or maybe it's the potential autism (there is a long ass story there). Or maybe some other sort of neurodivergent thing. Idk, I'm getting a psych eval (mom's concerned Satan will somehow get involved).

I loved Blood of Zeus. It had flaws but there were hot people and I was watching it with my friends and that's all I really needed it. But a lot of people really didn't like Blood of Zeus. Logically, I know that's fine. That's how the world works. Some people like things and others don't. If everyone liked the same things, life would suck. And it's not that I think someone doesn't like me if they don't like what I like. It's more of the idea that I'm somehow upsetting you but liking the thing that you don't like. You don't like Pit Madness? I do...does that mean I'm a bad person? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be a bad person!

I had a full-blown anxiety attack when the newest Hetalia season came out because everyone was acting like if you like it then you're a nazi. And I'm not a nazi! I'm just sitting here with my AUs and my characters as I put them through hell for the umpteenth time. Or I'm reading World War Z and there were plenty of people talking about how American it is and stuff. And they weren't even bashing the book. They were just saying they didn't like it with perfectly valid arguments. And that's fine! I know that's fine! But I can't help but feel like I'm a bad person for liking the book.

Idk, it'll probably be attacked in therapy. I get to start with two therapists (my job made me go to one not knowing I had signed up for a different one literally that morning) next week.

[lowin]

A parent’s trap au where Jason and Damian are twins, concieved just before Bruce left the League of Assassins. Once they’re born, Talia’s forced to give up one of her babies because Ra’s only wants one of them, so she picks little Jay, the one that got his father’s skin tone and eye color, and sends him to Gotham so he at least gets to grow up close to his dad.

Years later Talia finds out about the abuse her little Jay had been enduring with the people he was placed with, so she frames Willis Todd and has someone kill him in prison, and alters Catherine’s drugs so she dies ‘overdosing’. But before she can take her little boy with her, he disappears, and she spends almost a year looking for him around Gotham, while keeping under Batman’s radar and keeping her actions from her father.

When she finds him, she realizes she can’t take him with her only for her fqather to make him leave again, so she baits him into going to the place the Batmobile’s parked, a tire iron conveniently placed feet away.

A couple of years pass, and just as she’s gathering the courage to stand up against her father and take Damian to Bruce, the unthinkable happens, and she loses her Jay to a clown and an explosion.

Talia, of course, wants revenge, but as hurt as he’s for the loss of his son, Bruce won’t let her just walk into Gotham and hunt down the clown, so she has to find a distraction. So she takes advantage of Damian’s looks, being an almost exact copy of his brother, with the only difference being the coloring. So she talks to Damian and convinces him to take his brother’s place. All they have to do is tell Bruce that Talia stole Jason’s body from the grave and dipped him into the pit, and use that to explain any changes.

Convincing him is not easy though, and it takes Damian six months to forgive his mother for hidding such a big secret, and another six for him to accept taking his brother’s place -time she uses to hack the cave’s system, and replace Jason’s archives (prints, blood, etc) with Damian’s-, but he does, and now all Talia has to do is go to Gotham and desecrate her baby’s grave.

Of course, when she gets there, there’s nothing inside the coffin, so she has no other option but to stay and hunt down whoever dared to take her son’s body, and for that she needs Damian ‘in position’. So Damian goes to the manor, and after three days of test after test, Batman accepts the boy’s words.

Meanwhile Talia’s about to leave Gotham when she gets a call of someone recognizing the late Robin’s moves on a zombie-like homeless kid. And it’s Jason! And now she’s screwed up because Damian’s already at the manor, so she has no option but to take Jason with her, and tries to take care of him the best she can, refusing to dip him into the pit.

Of course, Ra’s finds out, and he just thinks that Jason’s training with the bat can be very valuable for his own plans, so he’s the one to take Jason into the pit, and then he forces him to go under a harder training of his own, manipulating him into believing that he’s training to confront Bruce for replacing him, as Bruce got ‘Jason’ resurrected publically just months after the impostor arrived.

Jason goes to Gotham set on killing the impostor and then making Bruce kill the Joker, while Ra’s seats back and waits to see which of his grandchildren survives, so he can pick him to be his new meatsuit.

Talia of course goes to Bruce to tell him everything, but arrives just as an enraged Jason and a reluctant Damian are fighting, with Batman, Nightwing and Robin/Tim tied up and being watched by Ra’s’ people. So she stops the fight, revealing to Jason and the bats the whole truth, Jason has a breakdown and Damian attemtps to fly because he thinks his father’s gonna hate him for impersonating his brother, but Talia stops him and tells Bruce that she’s the only one to blame.

Then Ra’s tries to talk the boys into going with him, but Talia reveals what he wants them for, he tries to kill her for that, and Jason, still in the middle of his crises, attacks him from behind and behades him. 

Talia goes back to the League alone and becomes the new Demon’s Head, Bruce takes his boys to therapy and it ends up not being exactly a parent’s trap au, but it’s still an interesting idea.

[ghost-bxrd]

While we’re at it let’s go for Bruce too!

Jason is so salty he has to save the dumbass “Dark Knight” from getting a face full of toxin but he can’t NOT save him because??? He still needs that showdown????? He doesn’t wanna have cut off eight heads for nothing ok?

But then Bruce takes one look at Jason’s helmet and starts screaming how he’s gonna kill him (Red Hood=Joker) and that this time, there’s no Superman to save him.

Jason.exe just— stops working. Blue screening. Sorry, nobody home. Hard reboot, stuck on the dying windows sound.

Prompt:

Red Hood finds Nightwing in the throes of fear toxin, babbling about missed calls and text messages.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Bruce survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 7/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Seven: Harvey

After a year and a half, Thomas began to walk with the assistance of a cane, and he went straight back to working at the clinic. Martha started seeing a therapist twice a month, while Bruce was in school, and Bruce saw Isaiah twice a month. It wasn’t until Bruce’s eleventh birthday another year and a half later, that Martha stopped going… And things started to return to normal for them. Or something a little bit better than normal. 

Bruce had only been back in school for two months when he and Harvey started getting close. Harvey was new, and he wasn’t like the other kids. Despite threats from the other children in their class, Harvey chose to spend time with Bruce. He picked Bruce first in sports, always partnered up with him on projects, and listened to Bruce talk about the things he liked. The whole family heard about him at length, but they’d never met him. Bruce talked about him whenever they were apart. Harvey loves this. Harvey showed me this. Harvey says he does things like this. Harvey said he’s never tried this before. Can you believe Harvey takes the train all by himself? Bruce never talked about anything else. But he was happy, and it felt like a relief to know someone could reawaken his excitement for school again. 

Bruce rushed to the car, dragging another boy along while Alfred stood outside the car. “Alfred! Alfred, can Harvey come to dinner with us?” Bruce asked. Harvey clutched the left strap of his backpack with his right hand. 

“Does Master Harvey have permission to come over today?” Alfred asked. Harvey nodded. 

“Oh, please! Please, Alfred! I won’t ask for anything else for the rest of the day. I promise,” Bruce begged. Alfred nodded as he let both boys into the car. 

Bruce was more excited than he’d been in years. It was a pleasant change from the fretful, teary-eyed sprint to the car. Harvey set his backpack on the floor, and Bruce followed him. “What did the two of you do today?” Alfred asked. 

“Harvey was my partner for tennis today! He’s really good! We won,” Bruce grinned. 

Alfred held back a smile. “And Master Harvey? I don’t believe I’ve seen you before. Are you new to the area?” 

“Uh… No. I’m a scholarship student. This is my first year here,” Harvey answered. 

“That’s excellent,” Alfred replied. 

“Thank you, sir,” Harvey smiled.

**

Bruce and Harvey were chasing each other around the living room when Thomas came home from the clinic. He hung his outdoor cane up by the door and switched over to his indoor one, covered in stickers that Bruce gave him. “Hate to interrupt all the fun, Bruce, but who’s your friend?” Thomas asked. Bruce hugged Thomas, letting his father rustle a hand through his hair. 

“I’m Harvey Dent, sir... Nice to meet you,” Harvey panted as he reached to shake Thomas’ hand. Thomas shook his hand. 

“I’m Mr. Wayne, Bruce’s dad. Nice to finally meet you. You’re a very popular name in this house. Are you staying for dinner?” Thomas asked. Harvey nodded. “Well, we’re thrilled to have you. Bruce speaks highly of you… And you caught us on our best night. Tonight’s taco night.” 

Martha came downstairs and ran toward Thomas. Thomas hadn’t been home in three days, so Martha only saw him in passing when she dropped off lunch and dinner for him. She ran into his arms, and he held on tight, so she couldn’t knock him down. “I missed you so much,” Martha whispered. Thomas chuckled as he kissed her cheek. “Are you too tired for dinner?” 

“I’m excited for dinner. Have you met Harvey yet?” Thomas asked. 

“I have as soon as they came in. Boys, it’s fine if you want to keep playing before dinner. Homework’s been accounted for. You’re both free to go,” Martha joked. Bruce took Harvey upstairs, leaving Martha and Thomas alone in the living room. She kissed his lips and felt his chest through his collared shirt. “Your heart’s beating so fast. Are you okay?” 

Thomas took a deep breath and shook his head. “No, but it was so nice to see Bruce and his friend. I can hold it together for dinner,” Thomas confessed. Martha nodded. She knew better than to ask at that moment. It took everything in Thomas to put on a brave face for everyone but the past three days took a toll on him. 

Alfred called everyone for dinner, and Thomas quietly took Alfred’s hand in the kitchen. “I need you to sit at the table with us today, Alfred. Please… None of this professional bullshit. I just want to have dinner with my family and Bruce’s friend tonight. I need you there with us,” Thomas pleaded. It was just the two of them in the kitchen, so Alfred pressed his forehead to Thomas’, letting their noses touch before kissing Thomas. 

“As you wish,” Alfred replied before returning to his stern stance and grabbing the serving dishes. “My love…” 

Thomas took a deep breath and smiled. “Thank you, handsome,” Thomas replied as he tried to pull himself together. Alfred set the table and went to the kitchen to wash his hands. He glanced over at Thomas, who was desperately trying to find a way to smile without crying. 

“A shot of tequila, Master Thomas?” Alfred offered. 

“Hm… Maybe after dinner,” Thomas softly smiled as he followed Alfred to the dining room. 

**

Thomas offered to drive with Bruce to drop Harvey off while Martha and Alfred cleaned up, and he drove home in near-silence with Bruce in the front seat. “Dad, what’s wrong?” Bruce asked. “Did you not like Harvey?”

“No, that’s not—. That’s not the issue,” Thomas whispered. His throat was tight as he held back tears. 

“Are you mad at me?” Bruce asked. Thomas shook his head. 

“No… No, I’m not mad at you,” Thomas replied, “I’m just exhausted, Bruce. That’s all. The ER at Gotham General had a lot of overflow, and the ambulances had to reroute a lot of patients to the nearest hospitals and clinics.” 

“Was it bad?” Bruce asked. Thomas inhaled sharply through his nose as he nodded. “Did they ask you to go home for a few days because it was bad?” 

“Mhm… They said I need a break. I haven’t slept in two days. I keep hearing the sirens and wheels clicking over cracks in the floor. I love my job, Bruce, but I’ve never seen anything like the things I’ve seen these past few days,” Thomas whispered, “I love you. I love you so much, Bruce. Do you know that?” 

“I love you too, Dad,” Bruce whispered. 

Thomas cleared his throat and started the car up. “Harvey’s a nice kid. Are you thinking about going trick-or-treating with him this year?” Thomas questioned.

“Would it be okay?” Bruce asked in reply.

Thomas smiled and nodded. “I think it’s better than okay. Harvey seems like he’s got a good head on his shoulders,” Thomas replied, “You really like Harvey. Don’t you, buddy?” Bruce smiled and nodded. “Are you okay, son?” 

“Mhm… I had a good day at school, and I’m glad you’re home. I missed you so much,” Bruce replied. Thomas reached for Bruce’s hand and squeezed it. 

“I missed you too, Bruce… And thank you for letting me drive and clear my head. I needed a minute with you to remind me of the beautiful parts of life. Smiling children, friendship, sons and their fathers…”

[bowlofworms]

Works in Progress

Dearly Beloved,

We have gathered here today to discuss my WIPs, of which I have many. Please help me figure out which WIP to add a chapter to.

Whichever WIP y'all choose, I'll write a chapter for, post to Ao3, and post a teaser + Ao3 link here. Each fic is summarized with a ship, tag, link, or short summary.

I'll be honest, I don't actually post a lot of my writing here, except occasionally adding onto a post here and there. I'll start posting my writing under #wormy writes

Here are my WIPs:

BatFam

Mercy - Jason Todd -- Jason's worst betrayal

Danny Phantom x Criminal Minds (DPXCM)

Keep Your Friends Close (and Your Corpse Closer) -- Corpse AU

DC x Danny Phantom (DCXDP)

Just a Phone Call Away (Hotline, Hotline) -- JL Help Hotline Reports

The Reaper of Heroes -- Heroes report a mysterious figure when they're near-death

BatFam-DCXDP

The Avenger of Heroes -- A death knell summons a creature bent on avenging a hero

The Blessing of the Phantom -- A physical trait is considered holy to the al Ghul's

It's No Metaphor -- Twin AU

The Pennyworths -- Based off my prompt found here

Who is Danny Wayne? (Danny Fenton/Jason Todd -- Dead on Main) -- Read it on Ao3 Teasers: 1

Nerdy Prudes Must Die -- Hatchetfield Universe by Team Starkid (NPMD)

Daily Bread -- Grace's friends notice a behavior of hers

The Holy Spirit of Waylon Hall -- Read it on Ao3

Nerdy Prudes Must Die x BuzzFeed Unsolved (NPMDXBU)

BuzzFeed Unsolved: The Holy Spirit of Waylon Hall -- a BuzzFeed Unsolved episode based on The Holy Spirit of Waylon Hall

Smosh

Actively as Bad as Physically Possible -- a Smosh Pit Theatre compatible crack fic

Supergirl

One Question a Week (Because My DEO Assigned Therapist is Making Me) -- (Alex Danvers/Kara Zor-El -- Kalex) -- Read it on Ao3

Supergirl x Criminal Minds (SGXCM)

Untitled "Crossover 1" -- Alex and Kara end up in the Criminal Minds universe

Wednesday (Netflix)

The Wrong Impression (Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair -- Wenclair) -- Read it on Ao3

Last votes’s winner was: Who is Danny Wayne?