#Jason is red hood

[camifandomfan]

Okay I’ve been try to find this fic and I’m not even sure if it’s still on ao3 but it’s about Tim and Jason, Jason is Red Hood and Tim’s a kid. Jason basically adopts Tim and Tim meets some of Jason’s goons/lieutenants, he figures out it’s someone’s birthday and then Jason has to throw a birthday party for like all his goons. His second in command is named Marco and that’s all I can remember. Oh and Marco kinda likes and is terrified of Nightwing and Dick thinks it’s funny.

If anyone knows the name of the fic that’d be appreciated!

[batmobilestires]

Boy Wonder Jason you are so dear to my heart

[ditzyredrobin]

JayTim Week 2024 - Day 5 Mount

This is so late. Tbh, there will probably be a second part, but I might also leave it as a stand alone.

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Still cowled, Tim claws through the remains of a warehouse that had been standing just a moment again, overturning every piece of concrete and rebar he could physically manage. Even with gloves, rubble clawed at his skin.

“Come on, Jay,” Tim grits through his teeth, trying to fight down the mounting panic. He didn’t have time for that, he needed to keep his head in the game. Focus now, lose his mind later.

He overturns a piece nearly twice his size running purely on adrenaline. His body aches like a mofo, he’s having a hard time just getting his arms to cooperate but he has to keep moving. He needs to keep digging. Jason had clawed himself out of his grave one time, he wasn’t going to let him go through that again. Not alone.

Just hold on, Tim begged.

He had only managed to pull himself out by sheer luck and determination to find Jason. Something hot and sticky poured down his forehead, blocking half of his vision but he ignored it, brushing it away with the back of his hand when it caused too much of an issue, to keep digging—bit by bit, stone by stone.

He remembered the day he lost Jason for the first time, the memory seared in his mind, the way he wailed in Alfred’s arms. He refused to look at Brue, the man who was always too late. Now, he understood Bruce, this time, he was the one who was too damn late-- his eyes hot, throat tight, the cold wash of shame leaving him chilled for being just a moment too late.

He had eventually forgiven Bruce. But losing Jason for a second time… How was Bruce going to forgive him again? How was he going to forgive himself?

[se-qo]

alfred gave them the sheets

[starspilli]

a little comic for jasons birthday. on being robin & batman and being brave & scared

[jellllllo-bowl]

gotham rainy nights

i firmly believe in Duke doing silly things with his power

hiding under your dad's cape when it's pouring outside can be something very special + bat-rain-poncho, several years later

[abisalli]

All our times have come, here but now they're gone

[flyrobinflyy]

NOBODY FUCKING MOVE.

[pinkiemachine]

I made a thing….

[ashrayus]

some jasons and damians thats been piling up :]

(and tim and alfred the cat)

[tamago-aki]

look at my crime lord dawg im going to jail 😭😭

quick olympic slaying it down redraw.. olympics giving good figure drawing ref fr 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

(pt. 2)

[itsdabatt]

when your crime lord son has glow in the dark eyes

[batmobilestires]

Jason went from being a lil lanky boy to a super buff man to what practically felt like overnight for him and there’s just no way that missing such an important stage of physical development didn’t negatively impact his body image. like imagine you’re just a kid and suddenly waking up feeling too big for your own body??

in desperate need of an angsty fanfic that explores Jason’s body image issues because of the Lazarus Pit!! and bonus points if there’s a happy ending with Bruce hugging Jason and telling him “he’ll never be too big to be his son” (im delusional)

[boombaux]

[sunaddicted]

I love the idea of all the batkids kinda being weird with Bruce's money - Dick doesn't want it; Tim has his own money; Damian was born in luxury and doesn't really comprehend Bruce showing affection with money. And then there's Jason texting Bruce something like "put a couple of hundreds on my bank account" or just forwarding Bruce his bills because goddamn, that boy has pride but he's not stupid: if the old man wants to pay, let him fucking pay.