#Jason todd is a good brother

[cebawoohoo]

Jason, texting Tim: at batburger rn. you want anything?

Tim: i’m in a meeting

Jason: okay

Jason: so what do you want?

Tim: the batburger deluxe without pickles and extra ketchup, as well as jorkerized fries and robin nuggets

Jason: okay fatass

LATER

Jason: come to lobby. i have your food. bitch ass security won’t let me come to you

[spicy-apple-pie]

that's for Jason to know and for Dick to never find out :) (Bruce put hidden pockets so Jason could keep food on him)

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[timmydraker]

“Yeah well, at least I don’t have an Oreo for a hairstyle.”

Duke Thomas was very used to Tim arguing with people, the older boy (by like two years), was an expert at getting on people’s nerves and seemed to enjoy it half the time. Sometimes it was just that he was in a mood and forgot the importance of boundaries or snapped too easily, but times like this-

“You look like a literal skunk.”

-he just seemed to want chaos.

Duke sat with a bag of Doritos he stole from Damian’s hidden stash with out the usual act of pretending not to be nosing in on the conversation.

The two had waltzed into the Cave a few minutes ago yapping about some author when Duke was getting off his own patrol and seen as it was technically a public space, in a Bat sense, he didn’t feel bad for listening in.

Jason flung his arms around in an exasperated manner and shouted, “What does that have to do with Margaret Mitchell?!”

Tim, who ho got right up in the violent, murderous and heavily armed crime lords face, jabbed a finger in his chest and said, “Nothing, I was just telling you more facts, like that Gone With The Wind doesn’t need to be studied in highschool!”

Naturally, Jason got him in a headlock and started to choke Tim out.

Duke didn’t move or panic, they never really hurt each other and seen as how when they properly met the first time left them both battered and bruised and Tim lowkey close to death, the two had a lot of trust in what each other could handle.

And anyway, the only reason Tim got away with being such a little shit was that he was both able to get himself out of the more physical interactions and often knew when he overstepped and took the hit.

But this time, something strange happened.

Instead of an intricate flip or jab in the ribs, Timothy Jackson Drake: raised in a giant manner with full staff and restricted internet access and a good, solid social life-

Bit Jason.

Right on the hand.

Hard.

Duke’s mouth dropped open, snack forgotten as he thought about how quickly he could find the cave system recording of what just happened.

Jason didn’t even move, not even a flinch, he just froze as Tim did as soon as the realisation of what he just did set in.

No one spoke for a moment as Tim slowly loosened his jaw and let Jason’s hand go.

A few drops of blood trickled down Jason’s hand and from Tim’s tooth.

Jason then asked what Duke was also thinking, “What just happened?”

Tim, who was the culprit in the situation, looked genuinely baffled as he stepped away from the older man and looked at his now red hand.

“I think I… bit..?…you?”

Jason made an expression of ‘no shit’ and then hissed down at his hand, it wasn’t a nibble or joking bite, it was a full locked jaw ‘I’m going to take off flesh’ kind of bite. “Dude you called me a skunk but what if you gave me fucking rabies some shit?”

Tim in an almost dazed state looked at him, “I don’t have rabies, I’m not Damian,” - Jason made a ‘fair’ motion - “and anyway, it’s more likely for you to get a bacterial infection from a human bite.”

Tim, in the most awkward moment Duke had ever seen for the usually confident young man, then shuffled away slightly and muttered, “I’ll um, send you a file on it. Yeah. I’ll do that.”

Then full sprinted out of the room.

Jason looked at Duke with wide eyes, “What?”

Duke shrugged slowly, “I genuinely- I, I dunno.”

Both of them stared at each other for a moment in silence before Jason headed towards the med bay to clean up.

Ten minutes later footage of what happened was sent to the family group chat and, just as Tim wanted, he got his chaos.

And a vaccine.

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

Jason, about Tim, after the TT incident, and he's trying to make Tim less wary of him, and Dick is dropping info like any good brother: This kid is like a traumatized feral cat in a hoodie.

[the-bat-bros]

Damian, Jason just wanted a hug. He thought that his baby brother was hugging him. The poor man is so touched starved but this was SO funny

From: Robin #5 (2021)

[narxcisse]

★ — Brother figure Jason Todd headcanons

Brother figure!Jason Todd x Child!Reader

CW: mention of bad parents(?, fluff, platonic relationship

English isn't my native language

Jason had been out on patrol on a particularly cold night in Crime Alley, his former home and one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Gotham. That night, the alleys seemed darker and more desolate than usual, but not enough for Jason to let his guard down. He was chasing a small group of drug dealers when he heard a sound distinct from the usual echoing gunshots and screams: a soft, almost muffled cry coming from a dumpster.

Following the sound, he found a kid, no older than 12, wrapped in rags and shivering from the cold. You were dirty, barefoot, and your eyes reflected the kind of fear Jason recognized all too well: the fear of someone who’s seen too much for their age.

Jason, who was normally gruff and serious, couldn’t help but soften at the sight of you. He pulled off his leather jacket and placed it over your shoulders, muttering a soft, “Come on, I can’t leave you here.” And though you didn’t trust him at first, the warmth of his jacket and his firm yet gentle tone convinced you to follow him.

Upon investigation, Jason discovered that you had been abandoned by your parents amidst the chaos of Gotham. Maybe they were addicts, or maybe they simply left you behind because they couldn’t care for you. Whatever the reason, Jason felt a silent rage. He knew what it was like to be a child forgotten by the system, and he vowed that no matter what, he wouldn’t let that happen to you.

Jason quickly became the overprotective, ride-or-die older brother. Anyone who messed with you? They were on his radar. He didn’t care if they were kids, teachers, or hardened criminals.

He gave you a nickname almost immediately. Something endearing but teasing, like “Squirt,” “Kiddo,” or “Runt.” Hearing him use it always made you feel safe.

Jason isn’t a fan of strict rules, so he doesn’t parent you like Bruce might. Instead, he gives advice like, “Don’t do anything too stupid” or “Call me if you need backup.”

He’s surprisingly soft-spoken when it comes to teaching you things. Whether it’s self-defense, cooking, or just how to punch someone correctly, he’s patient, making sure you get it right without frustration.

He’s not great at emotional vulnerability, but Jason has his moments. You’ll catch him giving you these long, thoughtful looks before ruffling your hair and muttering, “Proud of you, kid.”

Jason lets you decorate your shared space however you want. He thinks you’ll pick something tacky or childish, but seeing your effort makes him melt inside.

He cooks for you, even if it’s just scrambled eggs or spaghetti. “Don’t get used to this, I’m not a gourmet chef,” he says, even though he secretly loves taking care of you.

You have regular “family nights” where you binge movies, eat junk food, and throw popcorn at each other during arguments about which pirated movie is the best.

He introduces you to the classics he loves: literature like The Count of Monte Cristo, and music like Springsteen and Bowie. He’s thrilled when you pick up some of his tastes.

Whenever you feel insecure or inadequate, Jason is the first to shut that down. “You’re tougher than you think, Squirt. If anyone says otherwise, they can deal with me.”

Jason is constantly worried about your safety. If you so much as scrape your knee, he’s immediately there with disinfectant and a stern lecture about being careful.

If someone bullies you, he doesn’t hesitate to have a “talk” with them. You’ll never know what he said, but the bullies steer clear of you after that.

He teaches you how to fight, not just to defend yourself but to give you confidence. “A good jab to the nose, and they’ll think twice,” he says with a grin.

When he’s out as Red Hood, he checks in constantly. He’s the kind of older brother who texts, “You good?” every hour if he can’t be home.

If you ever get caught up in danger because of him, the guilt eats at him. He won’t rest until you’re safe, and he swears to never let it happen again.

Jason has a big soft spot for seeing you happy. If he notices you eyeing a toy, a book, or even a weird trinket, he’ll find a way to get it for you, no matter what.

When you have nightmares, he lets you crash in his room, pretending not to notice when you clutch his sleeve. “Go back to sleep, kid,” he says gruffly, but he’ll stay awake to make sure you feel safe.

He’s not great at outright compliments, but he’ll slip them into conversations. “Yeah, they’re smart like that. Must run in the family,” he’ll say with a smirk.

Sometimes, he leaves little notes for you if he’s out late, like: “Don’t stay up too late, Squirt. And don’t forget to eat something other than chips.”

Despite his tough exterior, Jason will never miss a chance to remind you that you matter to him. “You’re stuck with me, kid. Get used to it.”

Jason isn’t perfect—he has his temper, his flaws, and his regrets—but when it comes to you, he’ll do everything in his power to be the brother you deserve. To him, you’re not just someone he saved; you’re family.

Jason leaned against his motorcycle, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Alright, kid. Time to learn how to ride,” he said, tossing you a helmet. It was comically large on your head, wobbling slightly as you adjusted the straps.

“Wait, what?” you blurted, staring at him like he’d lost his mind. “But what if some authority sees us?”

Jason snorted, his grin widening. “But there's no one who's an authority here, right? Besides, I’m a fantastic teacher.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ve literally crashed this thing before.”

“Details,” Jason said, brushing off your concern with a wave. “Now hop on. You’ve got to start somewhere, and who better to teach you than me?”

You hesitated, glancing at the sleek black motorcycle. It looked huge, intimidating even, but there was something about the way Jason spoke—so confident and reckless—that made you want to trust him. With a deep breath, you climbed on, settling in front of him on the seat.

“Alright,” he said, swinging his leg over to sit behind you. He reached around to grab your hands, placing them on the handlebars. “This is your throttle,” he explained, twisting the grip. “And this is your brake. Easy stuff.”

“Uh-huh,” you said nervously, your palms already clammy. “Easy for you.”

Jason chuckled, his voice warm and teasing. “Relax, Squirt. I’m right here. You’re not gonna crash.”

“You’re not even wearing a helmet!”

“Do as I say, not as I do,” he replied breezily.

With his hands guiding yours, he showed you how to start the engine. The motorcycle roared to life, vibrating beneath you. Your heart leapt into your throat, but Jason’s steady grip on your shoulders kept you grounded.

“Okay, now just twist the throttle—gently,” Jason instructed.

You did as he said, and the bike lurched forward a few feet. You yelped, clutching the handlebars tighter.

“See? You’re a natural!” Jason said, laughing. “Now let’s pick up the pace.”

“Are you insane?”

“Probably. Now go!”

With Jason egging you on, you twisted the throttle again, this time a little harder. The motorcycle surged forward, and you felt the wind whip against your face. Jason’s laughter rang in your ears as he kept a firm hold on your sides, steering from behind when necessary.

“You’re doing great!” he shouted over the noise.

“I’m going to die!” you yelled back, though there was a spark of exhilaration in your voice.

Jason guided you around an empty parking lot, letting you get a feel for the bike. With every loop, you grew a little more confident, and Jason’s pride was practically palpable.

“Alright, now let’s try stopping,” he said.

You hit the brake too hard, and the bike skidded to a halt, nearly throwing both of you off. Jason steadied it with his feet, laughing as he helped you regain your balance.

“Not bad,” he said, ruffling your hair. “Could use some finesse, though.”

You glared at him, your heart still racing. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“Yeah, well, you survived, didn’t you?” Jason teased. He leaned back, crossing his arms. “Bet you’re glad I’m your big brother now.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the rush of excitement coursing through you. “Next time, you’re wearing a helmet.”

Jason grinned, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Deal. But don't tell anyone about this."

“Deal,” you said, smirking.

And just like that, Jason proved, once again, that he was the most irresponsible yet strangely endearing brother you could ask for.

[gothamite-rambler]

Damian: Can you teach me how to tie my shoes?

Jason looked up from his book at Damian, who was holding his sneakers, then back at his book.

Damian (sheepishly): Please? And don't tell anybody this is a struggle for me.

Jason sighed, closing his book.

Jason: Sure, I’ve got time.

Damian passed Jason his first shoe with a smile.

Jason: Okay, I’m going to do this quickly and then teach you. So, you cross the laces together, make one bunny ear, wrap halfway through, pull the loop through, and done.

Jason tied the shoelaces effortlessly as Damian watched in silence. The younger boy blinked, confused at how he did that so quickly.

Damian: Are you a wizard?

Jason laughed, covering his eyes, causing Damian to blush with embarrassment.

Damian: Hey, I didn't have this in my curriculum when I was around Ra's. Give me a break.

Jason: You're right, sorry. Come on, sit next to me; we're going to get this done.

Damian: I'm taking you up on that promise.

With a determined nod, Damian settled next to Jason, ready to learn the magic of tying shoes.

[lambypop]

🎀The Tales of Coccinelle Moon and The Batman🎀

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Chapter Two:

And the crowd goes... worried????

TW: Damian crashes out???? (Kinda occ damian?) the word daddy is used strictky platonicaly, JON AND CONNOR KENT MENTIONED?!

Platonic!Batfam x Ladybug/Magical Girl!Reader

• Gotham City, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:40 AM

"This is Wayne Enterprises, please we ask you to stay together in your designated group, the tour is about to begin, please remember the tour rules, at the en of the tour we'll have a small meeting with Mr.Wayne" one of the teachers said, a yes, the school tour day Jon thought half bored, he has come here multiple times already, he even knows the ventilation system thanks to Damian, but this is a great time to see Batman! or even NIGHTWING, he thrives to see them (mostly to see Damian)

• Metropolis, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:45 AM

'Another day another evil plan in how to destroy Superman, tho he's been missing since yesterday' thats what lex luthor was thinking as he wakes up' but first, i need to see the boarding school group chat' he's opening the suspiciously empty chat……. 'Brucie usually sends a Good morning text between 6:33am and 6:37am….. and Olie has not send anything either… maybe im just overthinking stuff?' he tries to shrug off that anomaly in his daily routine as he gets out of his luxurios silk sheets to his incredible marble floor bathroom, and as he does his skin care routine he decides to call his son. (because even to he made him for a bad cause he grew a tiny littble bit attached)

• Justice League Watch Tower, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:47 AM

……Thump…..thump…..Thump…..Thump……

'…..Bruce…..'

……Thump..thump..Thump..Thump……

'Jon'

…..ThUMp…ThUMp…ThUMp…ThUMp….

'Connor'

Thump.Thump.Thump.Tump

'Kara'

Thump….Thump….Thump….Thump….

'Louis'

'……they are okay, ill sleep some more' an unconsius clark thinks

• Wayne Manor, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:48-49 AM

"Thank you for the Meal Alfred!" A very happy Duke said as he takes some pancakes and brings them to the table, some slight footsteps can be heard coming to the kitchen and cass peaks her head in and waves a hand to Alfred to ask for Bruce "🫵🏻👀👉🏻👨🏻❓" she signs kinda sloppily cause she just woke up from the heavy night patrol "I haven't seen him jest Miss Cain, he's probably stil in his room either sleeping or just brooding" she nods and heads into the kitchen to make herself a starwberry protein milkshake or something

• Paris-France, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:50 AM, 10 minutes before the disaster

"Ohh Papas jet arrived Five minutes ago! EEEEEK! im so exited to see him!!!!" you cant help but jump around happily waiting for him, you're impatient to see him, you are way to happy when he comes to visit and this time he even came half a month early, lets just hope nothing happens today, toda's gotta be perfect!

• Gotham City, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:51 AM, 9 minutes before the disaster

"What do you mean he didn't check in today???? he always checks in. perhabs we miscalculated one of his day offs? wait- did he even schedulched a day off?" one of the work assistans asks almost dumbfounded "Heyyyy have someone seen Mr.Wayne? i need these papers signed" A worker of HQ mumbles as he peaks inside the room "It seems he didn't check in today" a male acountant says "What do you mean he didn't check in? he always does" the HR worker says confused "Thats what i said! today is the first monday of the month! we have the Monthly prepare meeting with Brucie!" The assistance says with a half sad whine, everyone at the office loves Brucie Wayne, even tho he looks and acts like a bimbo everyone in the office knows he is very much intelligent an talented, if he wasn't he wouldn't be able to keep up with the great company he has!

• Metropolis, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:52 AM, 8 minutes before the disaster

"is the world ending???" Luthor says outloud as he stares at his phone screen, the text chat is still empty with No Bruce message, so he decides to do the most obvious call. "Hey, Olie….. have you heard about Bruce??? he hasn't send his perfectly timed morning message with the stupidly bad grammar- You noticed it too? oh yeah no, i haven't seen him, i was gonna ask if you have seen him- yeah uhm i can check that too, tell me if you know something" luthors hand goes to his mouth as he thinks…. "Maybe he fell into a Fountain??? nono- gotham news would already have posted something-!!! RIGHT maybe he's on one of those crazy yatch parties- ill check on that"

People may not know it but Luther has a soft spot on his childhood best friends, and he has a very strict routine during the entire day that started WAY back in the early days of that Boarding school where he met those two idiots, the blond and a bit obnoxius one and the broodie black haired one that looked that he would jump you at any second.

• Justice League Watch Tower, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:53 AM, 7 minutes before the disaster.

"What was the call about Dear?" Black Canary asks curiosly "……..Bruce seems to be unpresent? like he's never late to anything……." Green Arrow or also known as Oliver Queen says to his dear wife as he is definately confused at whats going on "Uhm perhaps a call to Alfred would apease you?" Dinah says uncertain and kinda laughing at her husband obvious worry (he claims he does not worry at all) "Maybe…… but also he may be only running late you know?" oliver ends the conversation at that as he takes his wifes hand in his.

• Wayne Manor, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:54 AM, 6 minutes before the disaster

"Okay but really. where is bruce, he never misses Alfred's Breakfast" Steph says with her mouth full of pancakes "True. maybe he already went to W.E????" Dick says as he plays with the fruitloops he put on his food

"…….Pennyworth does my pancakes have-" Damian gets cut of "They have no dairy milk nor eggs, is almod milk fine with you?" the butler asks with a faint smile "yeah" damian says as he takes a bite of the pancakes, they are good but not as near as good at his father makes them or well thats what Damian thinks, running footsteps can be heard through the hallway, and the kitchen is loudly entered by the other only missing family member "OH MY GOD BRUCE IM SO SORRY I DIDDNT APPEAR I SWEAR I'VE BEEN SLEEPING, I ATE IM F-Fineeeee, i just fEel AslEEP on a RoofTop! NAD FORGOT TO TEXT!!! OSHDBSAFBGQASKFBKFBADVAFBAKJ PLS DONT CRASH OUTTTTTT" a exasperated and out of breath Tim says coughing and with a face that resembled Deer under car lights, he has this worried expression as if Bruce would jusr crash out from not knowing where one of his sons are (HE WOULD AND HE WILL) "……………." a biss ass silence takes hold onto everyone on the Kitchen even Tim that know feels kinda embarrassed

"Drake with all due respect, what the hell?" Damian says with a weird out face as he munches on the pancakes "Dude are you okay" stephanie says as the passes him a plate with pancakes "wheres Bruc- wait no what time is it?" Tim asks half dishoriented "6:54:29 seconds why" Dick answers "Okay so bruce is in W.E I'll just grab his stuff and-" Tim says as he starts to turn around "Master Wayne hasn't left the house, his car is still in the garage" Alfred says as if he's used to this "He took a day off?" the second best detective asks as his brain starts to work on this anomaly in Bruces behavior "But today is the first monday of the month" Tim mumbles to himself as he takes the entire pancake and brings it to his mouth eating it in one sole bite "Im going to the batcave" Tim declares and does not wait for an answer "Is he okay?" Duke wonders out loud as a fast shadow decides to follow tim onto.

• Paris-France, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:55 AM, 5 minutes before the Disaster

"DADDY!!!!!" the girl runs towards her fathers arms and jump towards him making the man drop a bag he was carrying just to catch his daughter and spin her around as she starts to laugh, Bruce's eyes cant help but tear up a bit, when was the last time any other of his children missed him this much, but this isnt about them, its about you two "I missed you SO MUCH!" you cant help but shake him a bit "Ohhhh I cant waiiit to tell you what have i done! and what i've been seeing at school!!!" nothing could make this worse nor better right? "…..papa….. how much are you staying for?" you cant help but ask always hoping that he'll say that he will saty with you forever, you sometimes dont like the fact that you are 'hidden' "…im having…. a Staycacion" he says wity a smile "………Stay-cacion?…….AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH YOUR STAYING!?" you screamed very much loudly and exited that you can't help when you bursted into happy tears and hugged him and staining the shoulder of his jacket not like he cared, stains can be washed, stuff can be cleaned, but moments and memories??? they cannot be replaced.

• Batcave, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:56 AM, 4 minutes before the Disaster

"I swear- wheres that man- he nevers changes his routine- he isn't at W.E nor the JL HQ………. Where-" hussle hussle "Casssss not right now" russle russle "he isnt at the kent- wait! your right the kent farm! let me make a call" Tim say as he fistbumps Cassandra and she smiles happily, she is just happy to be of help in finding her father, she's still kinda angered by how they talked about him last night and she wants to have a 'word' with Tim about it, but she'll wait until they have something that leads them to their dad.

• Gotham City, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:57 AM, 3 minutes before the Disaster

"The hell do you mean he isn't in his office?????" a very well known man in a two color suit says "Boss he is not in his office" one of the goon says "I know very well my bes- I know very well Bruce Wayne's schedule" the man says with a bother voice "Harv-" another goon tries to talk before a gunshot is heard, the bullet did not anyone it was just a warning "Two-Face for you all. None of you get to call me Harv-ey. none of you. there was only one person that call me that and im not seeing them." Two-Face said with an unmatched irritation, perhabs he's worried? no! ofcourse not, he is a well known villian that was gonna kidnap the richest man in the country and definately not because he was his bestfriend or that when they kidnap him this bimbo of a man takes this time to sleep and its the most relaxed he's seen him in a while ofcourse not (he definately knows he's tired af from being batman and not sleeping more than 3 hours a day).

• Wayne Manor, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:58 AM, 2 minutes before the Disaster

light and calm steps can be heard through the halls and they go to a stop infront of the master bedroom of the manor, the alluring and very exquisite scent of a meal can be smelled from miles away.

knock knock knock

"Master Bruce. are you awake?……. perhaps your feeling unwell my child" Alfreds voice softened at the silence, he knows how Bruce can get when he's being gloomy and angsty "Please open the door my son, you need to eat, you haven't had a proper meal in 2 days and your protein shakes do not count, i please beg you stop acting like a child and have some proper nutricional food" the old butler can help but be a bit stern in his voice and his worry for the man he's raised for over more than 30 years …… "Master bruce? has something happen?" before alfred can do anything else two pair of steps alert him "Pennyworth? has my father already came out of the room?" The youngest wayne asks with one of his pets following him "Not yet, do you want to help me out Master Damian?" the butler recieves a happy nod, the green eyed child is more than pleased to help wake his father up, his father has been there for him since he entered thos household, the least he could do is try and help him when he isn't feeling well.

• Batcave, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:59 AM, 1 minutes before the Disaster

"He is not there??? could you help me out with this???" Tim says through the phone as cass is re-checking all the cams that they have around everywhere and also crossing all the possible stuff in their improvised list

fell into a fountain

crazy yatch party

weekly meeting

JL Headquarters

Kent Farm

his room

she can feel Tim stress out by only looking into his eyes, he is inside the 'normal' for Tim so she doen't worry much (she is gonna freak out in that nights Patrol)

• Wayne Manor, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:59 AM, 30 seconds before the Disaster, and counting

"ejem- ejem- Father, are you in there?" Damian tried to keep his voice the most steady as possible but still no asnwer…. so he decides other aproach as he slightly eyes the butler and then grabs all the possible bravery and takes the handle in his hand and twist it opening the door and stepping in "Baba i request you stop ignoring Alfred and I- B-baba??" but there is no one to be found in the room they fully walk in to see Bruce's closet half closed, most of his daily shirts are goneand so are most of his shoes and jackets and the fur jackets, but thats okay until he checks the drawer where Bruce keeps the stuff his children give him…. and its empty… His father keft them "D-did he? did he-"

"…."

"Master Damian, please do not alarm yourself"

• Everywhere in Gotham, Monday/March/06/2025, 6:59 AM, 10 seconds before the Crashout, and counting

"Thanks Connor, I'll call you later"

09 seconds before the Crashout

"Duke have you seen B?" Barbara asks as she just got there from the watchtower and she needs to talk to Bruce about some Scarecrow shit

08 seconds before the Crashout

"Why are my Older brother senses Tingling???" Dick stands up and gets out of his room peaking out to see Alfred in the doorway of Bruces room

07 seconds before the Crashout

"Alfre? is everything- what the- " he watches the know kinda empty room of Bruce

06 seconds before the Crashout

"H-hey Damian, how- how are you doing?" Dick asks as he kneels infront of the kid that looks that is about to combust on the spot, he tries to stay as calm as he can to not startle the child

05 seconds before the crashout

Are they taking him for an idiot? why is Grayson treating him like a kicked puppy, he's fine. he is totally okay, definatelly not worried……

04 seconds before the crashout

He is okay, he can handle his emotions, this is a trick!, a TEST, thats right! just a test to see if he can do stuff alone and without help! definately because he wouldn't have left him right?

03 seconds before the crashout

he wouldn't left him. he promised he wouldn't and his father never lies, right? RIGHT?, he woudn't do what his mother did to him. he promised, he swore under that candle. He signed the papers where it says that he is his father, so is he not here? why did he left his stuff, but he wouldnt do that right? he would do it again, like the timestream incident?

02 seconds before the crashout

maybe what his grandfather told him was right, Bruce wouldn't want him, perhaps this is his karma for failing his 'rightfuk destiny' maybe he did something wrong?

01 Seconds before the Crashout

"Master Damian, please stop this in this moment, it's not time for a tantr-" Alfreds voice gets cut off and Dick cant help but actually get freaked out, Tim hears ot, Cassandra hears it, Duke, Barbara, Stephanie, Jason who was entering through the window of his old childhood room, Connor who was eating his breakfast in Kansas, Jon who is in his school trip first hears the heartbeat spike abnormaly and is ready to ditch the class in that instant and perhaps even the half unconsious Superman hear the bloody screathing banshee scream that goes out of Damian's throat

00 seconds before the crashout

"BABA!"

Bruce stops suddenly from walking "Are you okay papa?" You can't help but ask kinda worried "Did you heard that????" he asks you also confused, he feels his chest tingling in a weird way that he wasn't felt in a while, at least not since Tim brought him back from the timestream and kinda lunged into his arms crying "I didn't heard anything dad" you asnwer him more softly tryung to appease hus sudden frown "ehhh… Must have been the wind then" he says now more calm as you and him walk hand in hand out of the air port and towards a [F/C] Porsche convertible with a custom plate that says [INSERT THE MOST BADASS WORD YOU KNOW], "m'kay papa lets go!" you say with such happiness and such bright smile that you could challenge even the sun in who was brighter the Sun or You (obviosly you would win) "Yeah, Lets go home" Bruce says with the softest laugh that you have ever heard, he helps you in your own car into the passanger seat even tho you were gonna drive, how could he let his child drive him let him help you please, you can only smile at the fact that he is trying his best to be a more than a good dad, what can you say? Your love your father very much.

3K EXACT WORDS (I made this chapter i like 2 hours????) Hope yall like Damians Crash out (PLEASE COMENT WHATEVER)

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I feel like jason would be the one to recommend books to damian

And not any classical/non-fiction stuff, as the kid had already read that kind of stuff, but his favorites from when he himself was a kid

the outsiders; that one got jason a knife thrown at him from a red-eyed 12 year old… who then proceeded to sit down and talk with jason for hours about the book, and a few nights later they watch the movie

jason was going to be gone for a month, an outlaws thing, and decided to give the kid a series to start going through, percy jackson. by the time jason comes back, the kid just shoves a notebook in his hands. damian had written detailed notes, when there was misinformation, and of course; why he loved certain parts. they spend a few hours discussing again. over the next week the watch the movies. ‘what was that abomination?! if i hadn’t read the books it would be… okay i suppose.., but it’s not book accurate’ and then the TV show, ‘tt, better than the movies’

the giver; jason read this one WITH damian, remembering that he loved the book, but not much else of it. they would sit for some time before and after patrol reading together to unwind, which lead to finishing the book quickly, and then watching the movie. ‘why is there a film for everything?’ ‘fine we’ll turn it off-’ ‘that’s not what i said! don’t!!’

jason felt his heart swell when he came to his room and found the first three books to the series of unfortunate events. which has been on his list but he’s been a bit busy with yk, being dead and the trauma after yada yada yada, jason’s trying not to dwell on that part too much

he was just really happy with having time to just read and enjoy himself again, especially with his little brother

[cebawoohoo]

Family Game Night at The Waynes

Dick: Okay everyone, what’s should we play for family game night?

Jason: Uno?

Dick: That ended in Damian nearly dicing up Tim.

Duke: Monopoly?

Dick: That ended in us breaking the Penguin out of Arkham to ask about the legality of parts of the game.

Tim: Spot-it?

Dick: That ended with Duke having a broken hand because we all slapped the deck too hard.

Damian: War?

Dick: Too long and we don’t need anymore plans on taking over the world.

Cass: Charades?

Dick: That ended in at least five pieces of furniture and decorations broken.

Steph: Jenga?

Dick: Jason and I both sprained an ankle for trying to climb on furniture to reach the top.

Bruce: Poker?

Dick: Shut up, old man, you don’t get a say.

Bruce: :(

Babs: How about Candy Land?

Dick: You know what? Sure. What could possibly go wrong?

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Of Flowers and Coffee

Chapter 2 Has the temper of the devil, but with me, he's such an angel

This is from a story I am writing about Jason Todd falling slowly in Love with a cute florist/barista girl while being a dork

Warning: Slight mentions of blood

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader: Jason Todd is a dork and fluff.

Chapter 1

Jason's visits didn't stop, as Red Hood or just normal plain Jason. And to both, you were incredibly sweet and kind, though you talked more to the Red Hood. Jason couldn't blame you because it was his vigilante persona you were letting into your house at night, not Jason.

He had desisted of accompanying you to your house because he didn't want to attract too much attention to either of you, but by the time you got home you could count 20 minutes and he would appear as if in clockwork, sometimes he stayed for dinner, in which you always obliged to turn around, and in other times you both just stayed talking in the living room. Jason sometimes questioned himself why would you let a stranger into your home, but then again, you didn't look as if you had much preservation instincts, or maybe you just trusted too easily. Whatever the reason was, Jason knew it was safe to say he was whipped.

a Friday you got to work, opening the cafe and everything that came to it when your coworkers filed in with a cake and balloons and singing "Happy Birthday" "what- how did you guys even know it was my birthday?" you ask with a laugh as one of your best friends, Jen ,put a birthday hat on your head.

"We know everything about you!" she placed a hearty smooch on your cheek as your other friends started hugging you and wishing you a happy birthday. "Don't worry sweetie, you're still as gorgeous and hot as ever, not a day over 25," Amelia says hugging you. "thank you guys so much! That's so sweet!" you chuckle hugging them back before a cake is placed in your hands and the candle is lit for you to blow. After the cake was cut hastily before customers started to arrive, you start working once again as your girlfriends start trying to convince you to go clubbing with them for your birthday. "I don't think so…how about dinner someplace nice? So we can all dress up and just go talk shit about people?" you ask over your shoulder to them as another customer approaches the counter, you shake your head laughing as they start protesting "What can I help you with today?"

"Just a black coffee please" came the voice and you turned and smiled happily as you saw a certain black-haired haired with a dash of black customer.

"Sure thing Jay, Black coffee over here Sam!" you turn back to him "Going to stay or..?"

"yeah I brought a book," Jason says smiling back at you and taking in the happy birthday hat in your head "Happy Birthday " He smiles slightly brighter and you feel like giggling and blushing and jumping up and down but decide not to do any of those rash actions.

"oh…thank you! My- they decided to put this on my head" you say pointing back to where your coworkers were, Jen and Amelia stealing admiring glances his way.

"It doesn't look too bad…or bad at all, it looks… it looks good, you look good, you always look good" Jason started and then trying to fix it made it worse, and could feel his neck heating up.

You stared at him for a moment laughing a little but it came winded "Tha-thank you"

"no problem-I'm… I'm just gonna" jason gestured to the booth in the corner he always sat in and went to it mentally beating himself up…well at least Red Hood hadn't messed up….yet.

That night you went to dinner for your birthday with your girlfriends wondering if Red Hood was going to show up and you wouldn't be there. Though your thoughs were too occupated by laughing at Sam's story of some unlucky admirer.

You got home late, thankfully Jen had driven you home. Opening the door to your apartment you take your high heels off, your back and feet thanking you. Walking to the kitchen for a drink of water as you shrug your dress off you're stopped by the sight of a box of way too fancy chocolates on your kitchen counter. frowning you make your way to it and pick the note on top of it.

'Happy Birthday sweetheart' scribbled in red pen. A doodle of a red bat and a smiley face assured you of who it was from. You shake your head grinning.

"Cutie" you mutter to yourself as you open the chocolates and take one, unwrapping it and eating it humming at the taste, how much he spent on it, you have no idea, how he knew it was your birthday, you didnt know. How he got inside your house...You didnt want to know.That he cared to leave a present...oh that was sweet...really sweet.

The next night he came by you thanked him but he just waved it off in what you could guess was sheepishness and continued the conversation, wich you obliged.

He came by every night, and you grew to expect him. His siblings didn't know, he managed to wave Barbara off as best as he could, telling her to mind her own business and let him be, then going on with a rant about how this was why he didn't want to be part of the bats because they kept meddling in his life and before he could get too far in barbara turned off his comms and he was left smiling smugly under his helmet. So far, everything was great, he still hadn't taken his mask off to reveal himself to you or anything surrounding that kind of topic, but he was feeling sure he was doing a better job as Red Hood than just Jason Todd, which unknown to him, you had a serious crush on.

One night though, He didn't appear, you waited up past your usual bedtime thinking that maybe he was being held up by something. In the end when he didn't show up you turned off your lights, locked the windows and door, and finally changed into pj's and got into bed. Just as you were drifting off a knock came from your balcony door...a part of you wanted to leave him outside, you had warned him anyway. The knock came again, this time slightly quicker. And grumbling under your breath you got up, pulling your nightcap off, no need to scare him off by looking like an old lady. You walked to the balcony and your heart felt like it had stopped just for a millisecond. He was on the floor of your balcony, and from what you could tell, passed out.

You quickly open the door and turn him over trying to see what was wrong.

"Hood!" you shook him slightly "Hood! come on!" He didn't respond in the slightest.

You tried to asses any injuries and moved the leather jacket aside seeing the joint between his armour was oozing blood. Truth be told, you weren't good with blood...or anything that had to do with that.

Breathing shaky you run your hands through your head. "okay okay okay uh...stop the bleeding...then...okay" you muttured to yourself. Seeing that being in the balcony was too exposed, you managed to drag jason inside. Thank God for Sam who made you go with her to the gym for heavy weights.

Seeing that there was no way you could put Red Hood on your couch you resorted to putting a pillow under his head. Then something hit you...was he even breathing? The thought made a chill run down your spine and tears prick in your eyes, his neck was covered in armor so you couldn't feel his pulse... or see the tell-tell of breathing up and down...or feel the pulse in his wrist. You did want to take his helmet off, he wanted to keep his identity secret from you. But if he was dead what would he care?

Hands shaking you try and find something to take his helmet off... a clasp, a button..a button! You pressed on it, and with the sound of mechanic gears unclasping from around his neck you shrugged his helmet off.. you put it aside beside you and when you look back at the Red Hood...a small gasp leaves you...

"what..the...bloody...oh my God...oh my God oh my God oh my God" Jason...the cute customer who read books in a corner of your cafe and that left very good tips was...you couldn't picture it, he looked like such a sweet man!

shaking slightly you lowerd your ear to see if he was breathing, he was. you felt a weight lift from your shoulders. his black hair tussled and his pale face would have made you think otherwise.

You returned to look at the wound in his side. with many tugs and and stuggle you managed to lift his armour and shrug his jacket off. By the time you were done your arms were on fire. well at least you could skip arm day tomorrow.

To you it didn't look like there was a bullet inside..there was no hole anywhere, maybe his armor had protected him, but it was bleeding badly into your white floor, well at least it was better than the couch.

Since you didn't have a first aid kit you resorted to getting a needle, cauterizing it, and then dental floss. Cleaning the wound as best as you could you then began the blood-chilling job of sewing it. maybe it had been a knife to his side, the though calmed you down slightly, it couldent be too bad now could it?

After the traumatizing job, you went to wash your hands and returned to him. You didn't see how he could still be out of it, but then a small spot of blood on the back of his head told you he probably had received a blow to his gorgeous h-

You passed out in the couch while keeping an eye on him in the floor. you were sorry he had to be on the floor wich was problaly uncomfortable, but you couldent afford to buy another couch so soon.

startled out of your uncomfortable sleep your eyes quickly moved to Red Hoo- well Jason. who was grunting as he sat up, his hand on his head as he looked around and his eyes fell on his helmet...then quickly moved to you, who were staring at him with a dazy sleepy kind of look in your eyes.

"you know...when I said you could come over...I didn't mean for you to be passing out and making me deal with blood and gore and brrr" You make a show of shivering and Jason just stares at you "And it's a huge plot twist that you turned out to be Jason, like...be so for real, this sounds straight out of a fanfiction"

Jason kept staring at you, now his neck and ears red and wishing he could vanish from the spot "I'm sorry I-"

"hey no its okay really... better here than on the streets where you could have bled to death" You cut him off with a small smile in your lips to tell him you had only been kidding "how do you feel?"

"uh...well...sore?" jason says as he inspects his side lifting his shirt off and you try to too stare too much because...you were only human for God's sake "how...how did you know to sew it up?" jason cut your drifting mind out of its journey as he stared at the neatly sewed wound.

"I took two years of veterinary school, and left precisely because I couldn't handle blood or animals dying" Your answer came as you stood up and walked to your kitchen "But I learned a few stuff, and while it may have been for dogs. I'm sure you should probably have some antibiotics in case of infection, don't take my word for it though, you should see a doctor" You return with a glass of water and pain meds and hand them to him as you sit in the couch closer to him.

Jason was still trying to wrap his head over what you said "Thanks...im-Im sorry I crashed here though and everything" He saw you shaking your head with a small smile.

"Don't worry about it...and sorry that I kind of had to take your mask off. I wasn't sure you were breathing"

"no no, it...its good, just-"

"not to tell anyone?"

"precisely"

"Will do" came the respond and Jason felt that the pain in his side wasen't too bad after all. if it was what it took for you to touvh him and care for him, maybe he would do it again. But maybe a few dates could do the trick.

Knowing Jason's identity only made him come more often. Not that you minded at all. He got more open, even daring to tell you some stuff about his past. But you weren't much faced by how little he was willing to tell. Of the things he told you you could realize it had been tough and contended yourself to making dinner with him, and finally eating it where you could see those gorgeous green eyes of his, very...very beautiful orbs of sight that you were sure you could get lost in. and that wonderful messy hair of his with that dash of white that stood out and made you want to run your fingers through it and-

"So...what do you say?" his voice made you realize he had been asking you something.

"I'm sorry what? I drifted off a bit"

"Pride and Prejudice movie or the show?" he asked again slightly amused.

"both... defennitly both" you reply as you take another spoonful of food "You know I've been wondering...Is it still a requirement you come to see me or do you just enjoy my company" you ask with a cheeky grin at him.

Jason's lips moved into a smirk, gosh you loved that smirk "Both...definitely both"

Yeah...maybe a few dates would do the trick.

Chapter 3

Well, hello everyone! Thank you for reading it to this length. This fic will consist of 5 chapters, and if you want to stay tuned, just tell me to tag you for the next, and I will. Thank you all and lots of Love!

Stay tuned for the next chapter! the batfam are going to be introducing themselves!!!

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I swear there's going to be less crying going forward.

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[timmydraker]

Tim who has never been good at understanding the words of Shakespeare and Dickens.

He can understand metaphors and knows about philosophy, but he’s always struggle to truely grasp the tragedy and helplessness so may of them hold. The idea of someone being doomed from the start, by the author and the narrative or maybe just the world they were set in, just doesn’t really make sense to him.

Part of him knows it’s because he was born with a vintage silver spoon placed delicately in his hands, but there’s more to it than that.

See, most of the bad things that have happened to Tim have either been consequences of his own action or the fact that his friends and colleagues all have the same dangerous job.

To him it just makes sense that bad things will happen and so he can just… prepare for it. He can do what he can to fix it or move onto something else and push away his own feelings because what else is he supposed to do?

So, no, things like Hamlet and Dorian don’t really click for him

At least… until he thinks about Jason.

Born in poverty with a world surrounding him that would not bother to care or offer help to him purely because of how he looks of his parents.

A mother who loves him endlessly, only to fall into the drugs she tried to protect him from.

Finding out that mother didn’t even give birth to him, but the father that never showed anything other than distain and cruelty was still his own.

Being given Robin, hated by the first one for a time, only to die in the suit by the hands of a mad man all because his real mother sold him out.

Waking up in a coffin, digging himself out and roaming around catatonic and the only thoughts he can actually process is that he must be a ghost.

Being taken by a league of killers, lied to and trick and tormented into thing a perfect weapon.

Realise his mentor, who he once thought the father he deserved to have, has failed him and let his killer free because of something as fickle as a moral compass.

Seeing that mentor seemingly replace him with a perfect rich kid who doesn’t swear or complain or sneak off without permission from what he can tell.

Having no real friends in that time.

Having no one to trust because everyone had an ulterior motive. Everyone uses him.

And through out it all, even with all the hate and the bitterness and injustice he had been faced with, his first course of action is to make the home he first had and the only one he will ever have… safer.

To protect the kids like him from becoming statistics and killers, from the pain he felt and the false promises of the Batman.

Jason keeps honesty and integrity, even when no one else offers it to him in return.

Tim can’t understand Macbeth or Antigone or Othello, can’t see why someone would write something so morbid just to try and entertain.

But he can understand, or at least try to understand, Jason Todd.

Because that is someone who had actually been hurt for no reason. Someone who had been tormented by the universe, by fates and coincidence, with no real lesson being taught other than the world hates him.

Sure Jason has Roy and Biz and Artemis and Kori, but what about a brother?

Dick tried, he still does, but he fails Jason over and over by trying to make him ‘better’.

Damian doesn’t really care too much, not out of malice but there’s just not much of a connection between them.

Cass tries, but Jason is always awkward around her and that’s not his fault, you can’t hide a thing from her.

Duke liked Jason a lot, but again, the newest Bat is trying hard to find his place in the world of vigilantes and can’t quite find it in himself to be too close to Jason’s violence.

But Tim…

He’s morals have always been held together by the simple fact of ‘it’s not really that approved of’ and not much else. He won’t kill, but unlike the others he is happy to leave a Rouge in a sinking ship and not feel a hint of guilt.

He adores Jason’s Robin, he knows to some extent how much he lost with that, and now he knows that Jason might not need much more than a few good things.

Small things, nothing that will trick him into thinking the world is apologising because it won’t, but enough to show him that Tim thinks he’s still worth something.

Tim won’t try convince him to become a better person or to stop killing, he might ask him to be a bit more rational and probably won’t be able to stop himself from giving tips on how to run his business, but he wouldn’t ask for his violent brother to change.

Because unlike everyone else, Tim knows that violence exist for good reason.

If it keeps his Jason alive, Tim will gladly hold onto his blood soaked hand.

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

Tim, sneakily crawling through the window: Jason: Why in Gotham's name are you breaking into my apartment in the dead of night?" Tim: *startles, yelps, and falls the rest of the way inside*

Jason:

Tim:

Tim: I thought you were gonna get back from the Outlaws tomorrow morning....

Jason: Yeah well I uh-.

Jason:

Jason: I got homesick and Sped the rest of the way back instead of going to a motel for a night.

Tim: Oh.

Jason, pinching the bridge of his nose (much like Bruce): Okay, I repeat my question, why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the Manor?

Tim: ...Yeah, I'll go, sorry, I'll leave.... *Starts climbing back out the window* Jason: Jason: *hurries over and snatches Tim* Jason: Hang on- (looks Tim over, pale and a bit sweaty despite the current cold weather, but shivering and red-rimmed eyes) - were you crying? Tim: *shuffles nervously and says nothing*

Jason:

Jason: .....Timmy, did you have a nightmare......?

Tim: *slowly nods after a moment* Jason: .....Bruce is off on a case, isn't he? And Dickie's in Blud?

Tim: *nods* Jason: And Cass is who knows where? So you couldn't go to any of them fast? Tim: *nods*

Jason: And the Manor was too loud or something so you came here? Tim: *nods* Jason: Why not to B's room or Cass' or Dick's room if you didn't know I was here? Tim: *shrugs* Jason: Timmy

Tim: You would be the first to get back and I couldn't sleep and i don't know, it didn't feel safe and Dami was asleep and so was Duke and so was Alfred and I dunno I just- *cuts off, shivering.* Jason:

Jason: *Slowly picks Tim up.* Tim: *Tenses for a second before burying his face in his brother's shoulder and clinging on, breaking a bit and sobbing and all.* Jason: *makes his way to the couch and settles down, holding Tim close.*

Jason: Hey, hey, it's ok, I got you, I'm right here, nothing's gonna hurt you, it's safe, you're okay, I'm right here.

Jason: You just wanted your big brother, huh? Tim, sniffling: Yeah, i guess.

(Jason gives Tim the big brother cuddles for the rest of the night and when Dick notes their trackers and comes over to check he finds both his middle brothers curled up on the couch. He totally took pictures. That have made their way to Bruce. Who has them framed somewhere)

[dc-dorito]

Something I wish would get used more is Damian actually having plenty of friends but his family thinks he has none or just Jon. It could be absolutely comedic gold ex:

Dick: Damian why don't you go to the park and see if anybody from Gotham academy is there?

Damian: if I befriend anyone from that nightmarish, low IQ, Sad excuse for a learning facility you have all rights to kill me

Dick (mentally): little wing, Im afraid you are actually going to die alone at this rate

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Jason: Ay! Demon brat, why the hell are you here? It's a Friday night don't tell me you're so lonely this is how you spend your Fridays

Damian (Who spent lunch break with Jon who flew over and freakshow showed up after school)l: Tt, for your information Todd this is a perfectly fine way to spend a night on Friday

Jason: Since you have time then you're helping me on a case, I need to stake out a where House down by old Gotham

Damian: Tt, so be it Todd

Jason (mentally): God, he's so lonely that he spends Friday nights actually alone and studying, not even reading

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Damian: Jon it seems as though my family insists that my alone time is... pitiful

Jon: how?

Freakshow: Did you put on too much mascara again?

Colin: or did they catch you listening to My chemical romance or Kiss again?

Freakshow: Naaa, probably Alec Benjamin

Colin: Probably

Damian (with slightly red ears): Cease this nonsense! They have just been in more need of my valuable attention as of late when I am alone

Jon: Aww, c'mon Damian you know that's how Alfred and Dick show love

Damian: it's Todd as well

Jon, Colin and freakshow: Get tested, 80% your dying

[insonniacaotica]

Jason: Stealing car tires is dangerous, I'll take bike tires

Also Jason: *Steals Dick's bike tires*

Fic: The end before the beginning