#Jason todd and dick grayson

[deadsetobsessions]

A scene that’s been buzzing in my head but I can’t seem to find the words for:

Danny: we should do some sibling bonding activities guys

Tim, a tired Robin: *points towards the fifth exploding building they’ve evacuated this week alone* two-face and riddler are helping

Dick, in a burnt smelling Nightwing suit: That’s not- okay, that’s not like an activity we do with the intention of bonding though

Jason, holding his helmet out hopefully: We can beat up the joker?

Danny, always ready for clown beat downs: and set his shit on fire?

Tim, who was raised by Danny and hates the guy who killed his favorite Robin: and fuck up his taxes and send the IRS after him?

Dick, who’s a protective, vindictive, and the og shit stirrer of big brother: toss him off a building or two?

Jason, holding back tears: I don’t fucking hate you losers too much, I guess.

Batman, on the comms: No-

Agent “I don’t have a ‘No-Kill’ Rule so fuck around and Find Out” A, running the comms: Oracle, cut Batman off from the planning session

[giotanner]

Jason Todd just wanted to intimidate some of Black Mask's goons in peace tonight--but Nightwing showed up.

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[ryemiffie]

More quotes from my day as batfam incorrect quotes:

Jason: I am not having a depressive episode!

Dick: ...

Jason: Don't look at all the empty bread bags on my bed, that's not a clue!

Dick: Dude there's like thirty..

Jason: Not a clue!

[ghost-bxrd]

…. Way too much fun scrapbooking lmaoooo. Little crumbs of their time at Wayne manor 😔✨

[yuesgirlfriend]

sources (incomplete): Nightwing Year 1//Genesis by Valzhyna Mort//Andrew Kozma, SONG OF THE INSENSIBLE// The New Titans #55.//Ritika Jyala//the boy wonder #2//Antigone by Jean Anouilh//Over The Garden Wall

[existingandscared]

dick and Jason my beloveds, I have read so many fics with them being the brotheriest of brothers that I would like here at some-point

[weirdheadcanons]

Jason Wayne

New fic idea...

We all know the trope of one or more of the Batkids being Bruce's bio kids, right?

Let's make it angstier with Jason.

Bruce, during his short stay at med school, had a one night stand with Sheila Haywood. Both of them were drunk, and both part, agreeing to never mention this again.

Sheila hooks up with local Bad Boy Willis soon after. Soon enough that both of them genuinely believe Jason is Willis'. After that everything proceeds as in canon...

Except - Willis somehow starts to suspect. Maybe gets a DNA test done on the sly (it is Gotham, they'd definitely have shady labs where you can get a kid's DNA tested against the city's richer folk for a paternity suit). He gets arrested on an unrelated case before he can do anything with it.

But he does let something slip, and Jason realizes Billionaire Brucie Wayne is his dad.

Naturally, Jason isn't suspecting his mom isn't his mom, so he assumes Brucie got Catherine pregnant and left her high and dry.

Now, Jason definitely don't want a bastard like that as his dad, but... It means Brucie Wayne owes his mom a decade worth of child support, right?

He could get real meds for his mom, they could pay the rent...

Jason goes to the gossip mags with the DNA test and proof. The Wayne Scandal (honestly, it's not thaaaat much of a surprise to anyone that the playboy himbo has an illegitimate kid, but the kid himself going live with it? Spicy!)

Unfortunately, it's too late for Catherine - her OD death happens on the same day Jason launches his plan.

Bruce knows he absolutely didn't sleep with Catherine, but this is his kid - even if not, this is a kid who had the guts to try and sue the Prince of Gotham, he wants to keep this kid - of course he'll take him in.

Jason, devastated, wants nothing to do with his new 'dad', but the whole media frenzy and the whole city knowing he is a Wayne, he can't get away.

The whole delicious angsty mix of absolutely confused-trying-to-be-good-dad Bruce, fourteen year old till-now-single-child Dick not knowing how to deal with his father figure suddenly having a 'real' kid, grieving Jason who hates the Waynes' guts...

[101maverick]

prompt request: preteen Dick and Jason are stuck babysitting little Tim.

a/n: i decided on some fluffy shenanigan with mild angst. Tim has just come to the manor, he’s 7, and 6 years younger than Dick instead of 9 (so Dick is 13). Jason is 11.

Word count: 1151 words

Babysitting Hell

Bruce hated them.

That, according to Jason, was the only possible reason for why he had assigned him and Dick to a day-long torture.

“Jay, Dick, you are getting bigger and I trust you with this responsibility, plus it’s not something worth of disturbing Alfred’s vacation.” Is what Bruce had said to justify it.

Jason agreed with the fact that Alfred didn’t need to be disrupted from his rest by anything less than a death in the family of the ending of the world, but that didn’t in any way mean he agreed to being left with his brother to take care of the snot-nosed brat Bruce had brought home.

It’s not that Jason disliked the kid per-se, it’s that the kid actively didn’t want to be there. And that just meant he was gonna make this day a hell for Jason and Dick both.

And even more so for Jason himself than his brother! Because Jason was more than aware of his brother’s short fuse and knew how to not trigger it, but the new kid didn’t. And that meant Jason was gonna have to scramble to make sure his brother didn’t pop a blood vessel or strangle the kid, before the kid could do something stupidly reckless like trying to run away by jumping through the window or setting the kitchen on fire to gain enough of a head-start to steal the bat-mobile and run off. Or, anyways, whatever creepy seven-year-olds who stalked vigilantes on rooftops in the middle of the night usually do to get out of places they don’t wanna be.

And don’t get him wrong, Jason understands the feeling of being thrust in a new environment where you suddenly don’t have yourself only to rely on can be disorienting and unsettling, it happened to him too when he first got to the Manor.

But the thing is the kid isn’t happy with Batman wanting to take care of him, while simultaneously adoring him, acting as if he hung the frickin sun in the sky. It was that dichotomy Jason didn’t understand.

And he didn’t really care about understanding it anyways, since the more pressing matter at hand was finding the brat and making sure Bruce didn’t break his precious no-kill rule upon learning Jason had taken his eyes off of him for a few seconds too long.

As Dick searched the kitchen and foyer he headed for the library, head swishing from side to side while his eyes raked over the hallway.

Opening the door to the library he heard whispered cursing and the barely-there rustling of clothes. Bingo.

He fully entered the room and shut the door behind him before quickly darting around one of the bigger couches, snatching the kid by the collar of the jacket before he could run off.

“There you are!” He said, an exasperated huff in his voice as he hauled the kid up and steadied him on his feet, hands coming up to set them on his shoulders. “Kid, i understand you don’t really want to be here, but please make this as painless of an experience as possible for me and you both and try not to set Dick off. I know he seems very friendly and kind- and he is, almost painfully so- but you really don’t want to find out how easy it is to anger him. Trust me, i was there for his a good part of his grief-stricken rampage and it was not pretty.”

After he finished talking, the kid just stared at him, slightly bewildered and analysing eyes staring into his own determined and wide ones.

The semi-intense stare off was ended by the kid, an indignant inclination to his voice. “It’d be a lot easier if you just trusted me to take care of myself and let me go home! I’m not stupid!” Hi eyes had turned wide, a hint of fear barely visible through the angry and annoyed fire in them.

That gave Jason pause. Specifically, one little word.

“Trust?” He started, kinda bewildered. “Kiddo, you’re seven. It’s not so much about trust, as the simple fact that your house has not burnt down and you’re still in one piece proves you’re more than capable of being the perfect latchkey kid.” He explained, holding Tim’s gaze steadily with his to get the message across, “the thing is that you shouldn’t have to. Because, again, you’re seven. And I’m not stressing your age to imply you’re somehow stupid, but because seven year olds like yourself should be able to be stress-free and not worry about managing every single bit of their life and house-keeping.”

“Then,” Tim started, unsureness creeping into his big eyes, “…then, how am I supposed to show that I’m good enough?”

Jason’s eyes became comically wide at that, he was sure he looked like a cartoon character. “Good enough for what exactly, kid?”

“Good enough to be here! With Batman and Robin! Both Robins! Good enough to see all the cool gadgets and the cases and the mementos and trophies! How do I show I’m capable of being around all of that and not break anything or tell stuff I’m not supposed to tell, if I can’t take care of myself? There’s not much more responsible than that, and I want to show I’m responsible enough for all of this!” By the end of his tirade Tim was slightly panting, hands still in midair from his animated gesticulating.

And with this explanation it all clicked for Jason, he finally understood why the kid was so against being taken care of by Bruce. He explained the misunderstanding away. “Kid, Bruce doesn’t want to care for you because he thinks you’re not responsible enough. In case you hadn’t noticed, he’s kinda got a thing for strays. Think of it more as you taking care of him, ‘cause trust me when I say that if he knew you were alone in your big, empty manor he’d have an aneurysm or like, pop a blood vessel or somethin’.” There, simple as that. Laid bare on the table in words honest enough they would hopefully get through to an overly-independent and angry seven year old.

“Oh.” Tim said. “I guess i never thought about it like that.” A beat of silence, then, “I guess it makes sense. I can make do with that.”

Jason felt his shoulders sag in relief, just in time for Dick to come bounding through the door, no doubt having listened to at least the last of their conversation.

“There you are!” He started, bright show smile lighting up his face. “Now that we’re all together, who wants to play Cluedo?”

And as they settled on the couch and he took his first turn as Ms. Scarlett, Jason thought that maybe Bruce didn’t really hate them, and that babysitting the brat wouldn’t be that much of a torture after all.

[artistzjay]

LETS GET STRAIGHT TO THE POINT:

[robinsleeping]

Milk Man Dick Grayson?

[k4txlulzz]

not enough ppl talk about how jason and dick are both the obnoxious, annoying older brothers who piss off their family together LOLOLOLOL

im 100% sure they fuck around constantly

[ti-girl1226]

Sleep patterns by merchant ships is dick Graysons song about Jason. Just trust me, and if your an animator draw it pls I need this, I will be created for making an entire fandom cry

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Stepfather!Jason/Dick x GN!Stepkid!Reader.

Summary: short stories of Jason/Dick being your stepfather. (Separate)

Warnings: Guns, mentions a hypothetical intruder. This is fluff, I promise.

This is inspired by (this post)

F/B= Favorite Breakfast.

Dick Grayson

"Y/N..." Dick whispered, lightly shaking your shoulder. You hummed as a way to get him to tell you why he was waking you up so early.

"C'mon, I've got something special for you." He began. "And I think you'll really like it."

You let out a sigh as you sat up, bringing your arms up as well to rub your eyes. Dick rose frome the bed, his long legs leading him. to somewhere else. You got up to follow him, curious as to what exactly he had.

You heard the noise of a plate being set on the counter, and you could smell the food that had been cooked. As you walked into the kitchen, you didn't expect your F/B to be laid out. The closer you got, the more you could see a plate at the breakfast bar, utensils neatly set on either side of it.

"We both know I'm not the best cook, but I hope you like it!" Dick told you, hands occupied with setting another plate. You quietly sat down, quickly picking up your utensils and digging in.

"This is good!" You beamed, mouth full of food. Dick set down his plate and sat next to you, offering a wide grin at your praises.

"Where's mom?" You asked, taking note of her lack of presence.

"She had to work, I'm sorry." Dick sympathized.

"It's okay she'll be here later." You told him, not wanting him to feel bad.

"Happy birthday." He told you, moving some stray hair out of your face then pulling you into an embrace.

...

"Hurry up, we've got b's credit card for the day!" He mentioned as he let you go.

He wasn't going to bring up that your mother actually wasn't at work. She was at the Manor, working alongside his father and siblings so that you could have the best surprise party ever.

Jason Todd

"Hey, kid!" Jason greeted as you walked through the front door.

"Hey, Jay." You sighed, happy to finally be home from school. Jason remembers how he loved school when he was younger. He had good grades and always did his homework before dinner.

You set your bag next to the coffee table and sat down next to jason on the couch. The man himself was currently cleaning a gun.

When you and your mother had moved in with Jason, his persona was made known immediately. (As if you didn't already expect it.) Something that you and Jason had bonded over was his guns, one evening he showed you how each of them worked and what exactly you should do if there was an intruder. He even showed you where his already loaded ones were.

That night, your mother had come home to the two of you making spaghetti, side by side. All of the awkwardness and fear of one another not liking you had drained away.

"What's wrong?" He asked, faltering his movements so that he could look at you.

"School," you started. "People, Stress."

Jason let out a chuckle at your words. Even if his high-school days were cut short, he still understood.

"It gets better, though." He tells you, staring back at his guns.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it does." He states, now setting down the gun he held and wiping his hands on a rag.

"You could get into a very loving relationship and earn a kick-ass step-kid." He smiled, now leaning back on the couch watching you.

You let out a chuckle at his words, "You're not too bad yourself." You responded.

Jason let out a breathy laugh, "Wanna go get something to eat?"

"Fuck yeah I do!" You cheered.

"Language." He teased, mimicking your mother.

~☆~

I used to love my step-dad, and then he started being unbearable. Fuck you Nick, that's why mom's leaving you.

[colebowthemole]

Some family fluff that i made, i don't care how ooc it is. I like to think that Dick helped Jason on a case and in return, Jason is making him Chili on the condition that Dick not touch ANYTHING. Also, Dick is the one who goes to Jason's apartment the most (much to Jason's feigned annoyance) because he's worried about him, and every time he goes he sticks something on the fridge that he finds laying around Jason's apartment.

Shown:

Lian's birthday party invitation

Damien's essay on Pride and Prejudice

A Polaroid from Jason and Dick's ski trip, pre-Jason-dying

[ghost-bxrd]

Tim spends Christmas at the manor, Bruce is forever banned from putting the star on top of the tree, and Dick is a happy bird enjoying his warm nest.

Oh! And Jason is there, too. Obviously.

[waytoobusyao3]

fic list!!!

below are links/small descriptions of all my jason todd works!!

-save me (get me the hell out of here) series: jason todd has recently befriended the waynes, but they soon discover their new member is in danger

-two player game : our favorite batman and dead robin play a dangerous game, whether they want to or not

-little lion man : bruce is prepared for almost anything, a custody battle is not one of them

-eclipsed echoes: a symphony of shadows: batfam in the walking dead universe!

-this is your fault : scarecrow catches jason and dick and has some chilling interrogation techniques

-inbred : jason talks to the family about talia

-clearly, ive not learned my lesson even now : being the son of batman and superman was one thing, being the only one without powers though? kinda fucked up

please go give some love!!!