#Red hood and the outlaws fanfic

[dollishbabess]

MY ONLY LOVE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚- DOLLISH

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(Song ── .✦ here)

A/n: literally I’M BACKKK (let’s knock on wood now..) but omg college got so busy atp that I disappeared from here oml but I can’t wait for xmas break but also I wanted to say that sadly romance-tober has been canceled until further notice and the amount of dms I got asking for the romance-tober posts are so much omg tyy but a lot of people are demanding a spin off but I’ll see if it fits my schedule tbh but I can’t wait!, but you guys my birthday is in like December 7th so only a month left so we’ll get a series but not romance-tober (maybe 2025??) but a birthday series in December will be going up till the 7th of December and I’ll list a q&a for that too.

Tags: jason todd x fem!reader

The sun was starting its slow descent, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and lavender, the kind of colors that only showed up during those fleeting moments before dusk. There was a chill in the autumn air, gentle enough to be refreshing but sharp enough to remind you that fall was nearly over was here, with its promise of longer nights and cooler days. The park was nearly empty, just a few distant figures walking their dogs, and a breeze rustling through the trees.

You had spent the afternoon setting up a small picnic, knowing that Jason would appreciate the gesture even if he pretended otherwise (he has a fear of gun shots going off at the park randomly.) The plaid blanket was laid out on the grass, anchored at the corners with smooth stones. A few candles, placed carefully in glass jars, flickered with warm light, casting a soft glow over the spread you had prepared. You had brought everything he liked simple sandwiches, fresh fruit, a thermos of hot cocoa. There was even a little bouquet of wildflowers, arranged haphazardly but with care, because you knew he’d like that kind of thoughtful imperfection.

Jason arrived quietly, as he often did, a shadow that melted into your line of sight as if he’d always been there. You saw the flicker of a smile when he spotted you, his eyes lighting up in that way that made your heart feel warm and full. He walked over, hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket, looking like he belonged somewhere between a dream and reality, with the way the dimming light hit his features.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and familiar, as he sat down next to you on the blanket. “This is nice.”

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I thought you’d like it. Figured you could use a break.”

He nodded, a little stiffly, but there was a softness in his gaze that he didn’t bother hiding. “You thought right.”

For a while, the two of you just sat there, sharing quiet conversation and comfortable silence, with only the gentle rustle of leaves and the occasional distant bark of a dog breaking the stillness. He leaned back on his hands, his posture relaxed, and you couldn’t help but watch him. The way the fading light caught in his eyes, the way his hair fell across his forehead he looked at peace.

“I always forget how pretty it is out here,” Jason said, breaking the silence, his eyes fixed on the sky, which had deepened to a rich indigo. “Gotham doesn’t look like this.”

“Gotham doesn’t get to see you like this,” you replied softly, your voice almost swallowed by the night. He turned to you, a little surprised by the quiet honesty in your tone. “Calm, not on edge. Just… here.”

He chuckled, but it was a gentle sound, devoid of the usual sarcasm. “I guess you bring out the best in me.”

You reached over, grabbing the thermos, and poured him a cup of hot cocoa, the steam curling up between you. “I just want you to have moments like this,” you said, handing him the cup. “You deserve them.”

Jason took the cup, but his attention was on you, his gaze lingering, as if he was trying to commit every detail to memory. “You know, I don’t think I ever really thanked you,” he said, his voice a little rough, like he was trying to find the right words. “For all of this. For… you.”

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t have to thank me, Jason.”

But he shook his head, more insistent. “No, I do. You make everything feel less… heavy. Like there’s more to life than just fighting and surviving. And I know I’m not the easiest person to care about, but… I’m glad you do.”

The words hung between you, heavy and light at the same time, as if they carried a weight but also set something free. You didn’t know what to say, so you leaned in closer, closing the distance between you. He put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, and you nestled into his warmth, breathing in the familiar scent of his jacket.

The stars were starting to come out, tiny pinpricks of light scattered across the sky. You looked up at them, feeling the world slow down around you, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, suspended in this soft, glowing bubble of time.

“Stay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Just like this.”

He tightened his hold on you, resting his chin atop your head. “I’m not going anywhere babe.”

The world could be cruel and chaotic, but here, under the stars with Jason’s arm around you and the scent of wildflowers mingling with the crisp night air, everything felt achingly beautiful, like a song that played softly in the background, lulling you into a moment you wished could last forever.

@dollishbabess work not yours, do not repost or copy or translate.

Divider: @cafekitsune

[nanenna]

Happy Halloween! Have a one shot!

Danny Phantom and DC Comics Danny/Jason Soulmates 6k words

Summary: Someone recites wedding vows over a corpse, shenanigans ensue.

[7weaslesinacoat]

i keep seeing this and i saw another post saying something similar but it genuinely icks me so much when i see something like-

“insert character is actually a horrible person!” or “insert character is actually a good person!”

especially in comics, because first off-

these are fictional characters, i know we all love them- but they’re just placeholders with a name and personality that we tell made up stories about. they can’t be a piece of shit, because they aren’t anything, so don’t get so worked up.

second off when they DO come across that way, especially if the character is a protagonist or a “good guy”-

and then in one specific story or one timeline there is a dickhead version of them (batman is a great example, nightwing, talia al ghul- it happens so much in comics chat 😭) then i see so many fans or members of the community jump on the hate train for not just that characterization, but the character as a whole.

this also happens when said characters are given flaws to make them more realistic, talia al ghul is a huge victim of this (and usually MORE SO than most dc characters because she is subconsciously profiled all the time).

anywho, i see all these people dogpiling on a character even though 90% of the time that characterization is just a choice by the writer.

comic writers aren’t looking at protagonists and long standing characters and deciding “yeah they’ve actually been racist this whole time”, no, a couple writer made a stupid decision that got published. and the great thing about comics is that not everything you have to imagine as canon! not every iteration of batman is the batman that you love! and that’s ok, that doesn’t make a character bad.

and it definitely doesn’t excuse hating on fans of that character because your canon of that character doesn’t fit another’s.

(i feel like what we should be doing when discussing characterization is be aware that it is all taking place in comic books- like “oh my god i hate all star batman” or “in canon deathstrokes done some weird shit” instead of saying “i hate batman.” “deathstroke is a pedo”—even though he kinda is—

because what about media where he’s an anti hero? and what about the millions of media where batman’s *not* a dick? if your evidence for your claim is specific, make a claim about the specific evidence, and not the masses of unrelated data)

[gunabug]

Fic Search!!

Looking for any well written JayRoy fics, especially along the lines of the Batfam realizing that JayRoy is a thing. (Bonus points if Dick takes psychic damage from it) . They can be funny or serious, just so long as there's at least a hopeful ending. Thanks!

I've already read (and enjoyed) :

Oh by AlexaAffect

Dick Grayson and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Two To Three Weeks (But Who's Counting) by dietpudding

another try not to cry christmas by fadinglight123

P.S. To anybody saving this for their own recs, these are also some favorite JayRoy fics, they just don't have the theme of the Batfam finding out. Enjoy!

raised in the tall grass by SafelyCapricious

4 am at Denny's by bittercape (JayRoy + Slade!)

And everyone thinks I dodged a bullet, but I think I shot the gun by Daisyapples

the halfway home for washed-up sidekicks by moth_tille (JayRoy + Kyle!)

[alex-blanc141]

Outlaws/Justice League: Wth Red hood/Batman

There is a alien invasion.

Of course there is.

The justice league is injured and tired. They have been fighting for hours now and they have been locked out of the watchtower. Because of them being locked out Batman said they would go to the Batcave.

THE Batcave!

The Justice League was in awe with how the caved looked (yes Hal it is a cave and stop with the vampire jokes already) when all of a sudden the Outlaws came out of nowhere. Both teams go into fighting positions.

“Why are you here Villans!” Shouted Wonder Woman.

“Correction we are Anti-heroes, not villains.” Said Roy in the most sassy tone he could muster at the moment. Wow he must be tired thought Oliver.

“Fine, Anti-heroes, now answer our question. Why are you here in the Batcave?” Said Clark.

“We’re in the Batcave?!” Wait if they didn’t know then how are they here.

“What did you think it would be.” Said Oliver.

“We thought this was not Red hoods hideout.” Said bizzaro.

Wait why would they think this is Red hoods hideout unless…

“Sorry, yeah, my fault. This is the Batcave. There now you know, now where’s Batman?” Said Red hood.

THE Red hood in the flesh and being carried by Artemis. ‘He looks injured, very injured.’ Thought the Justice League.

“How do you know this is the Batcave? How did you get in here?” Said Hal. ‘How is GL being the responsible one right now. Wow this is confusing.’ Said Flash in the mind link that Martian made when the Outlaws entered. They all heard Hal say ‘Hey!’ in the link.

“Doesn’t matter now where is Batman because I am currently bleeding out right now ‘cause of a stupid alien, no offense.” Said Red hood.

As if that summoned him, Batman appeared and started approaching Red hood. The Outlaws surround Red hood at first but he tells them it’s fine, which is odd doesn’t Red hood hate Batman why would he want him? When Batman reached Red hood it looked like his face softened. Wait- why would Batman’s face soften they must be seeing things. Batman grabbed hold of Red Hood’s arm and took it off of Artemis and put over his shoulder. He started to walk away when Hal realized what he was letting the Outlaws run free.

“Hey spooky, you going to tell us why THE Red hood of all People is here with his team?” Said Hal being the first to question. Everyone agreed even the Outlaws.

Batman and Red hood looked at each other for a bit and then looked back at everyone. Batman gave a small approving grunt to Red hood who said something no one could believe.

“Why wouldn’t I know where the Batcave was, Batman’s my DAD so I should have access for these types of situations, right?” Said Red hood.

After that it all became chaos and they never saw or heard the four bats that watched it all.

[incorrectbatfam]

Fanfic commissions for Palestine now open!

I know I said I won't take commissions on this blog but we all know I love to break the rules for causes I believe in so here we go!

As part of the @dcufans4palestine event, I will be opening up fanfic commissions from now until August 10th.

Since I have a sizable following and I want to be able to fulfill what I say, I'll be limiting it to 5 commissions with a 1.5k word maximum for the time being, and it'll be first-come, first-serve. And so it's fair to everyone, each person can only commission 1 work. If I'm able, I may open up a few more slots down the road.

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Characters and relationships I'll write:

Platonic batfamily, including extended members and We Are Robin

Young Justice, platonic or romantic

Birdflash, platonic or romantic (Dick Grayson x Wally West)

Jayroy, platonic or romantic (Jason Todd x Roy Harper)

Super Sons, platonic or romantic

Super Pets, platonic

I'll cover the humor, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, and character study genres.

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NSFW, explicit or implied

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[bluelotuswrites]

Don't worry about the context, just pick an answer :)

[kazuko-stuff]

Actually, it’s…

Jason: This isn’t the Pride and Prejudice antique edition! This is an ordinary modern copy of Pride and Prejudice that has been squished up, slightly creased, soaked in sweat and kissed with Nightiwng Blue number two Semi Gloss Lipstick!

Tim: *Wearing the lipstick* Actually it’s Nightwing blue number-

Dick: *bonks Tim on the head with one of his Eskrima sticks*

[itsnocturna]

Imgonnagetyouback

Jason Todd

[gothamite-rambler]

Punchline Pissing off Harley

I picked Punchline since she's Joker new partner (possible girlfriend?) and she seems like she'd do this to mess with their dynamic.

Punchline (lying): She killed you, Jason... Then she killed me.

Red Hood (messing around): Harley, why'd you kill this bitch?

Harley (shouting): MOTHER FUCKER SHE KILLED HERSELF! And I did not kill him Joker killed him!

Punchline: Right, you were standing on the sidelines as a young, frail teenage boy was beat with a crowbar and died in a bomb explosion.

Red Hood (offended): Frail?

Harley: At least I'm not the Joker's brainwashed lackey! How's it feel being the next person he'll toss aside?

Punchline (casual hair flip): Oh baby girl, I know my worth.

Red Hood (focusing on the insults about him): I mean I wasn't built like I am today, but I wasn't frail.

Harley: Worth? You work for the Joker! You are the sloppy seconds of me and he didn't give a damn about me!

Punchline: All I hear from you is whining that an insane clown never loved you. Such a shame, maybe you should go see a therapist-

Punchline's last line was cut off when Jason shot her in the shoulder then aimed another one at her left arm. Harley took this chance and ran over to Punchline, kicking her in the stomach then slapping her unconcious.

Red Hood: God, she is annoying and I wasn't frail!

Harley: Jacey, you did that for me too?

Red Hood: Huh? Oh yeah I did. I didn't really like how she was insulting you and ignoring that she's a massive hypocrite herself.

Harley sniffled with a grin, Red Hood patted her on the shoulder then gently pushed her away to stop her from hugging him.

[racingwest]

The hairs on Roy’s neck prickled. He tore himself away from Jay long enough to burst through the doors of the fire escape, a black shadow catching in his vision before he had the thing pinned to the metal railing, knife flashing in his hand— “What are you doing here?” Roy snarled, voice rough with exhaustion. Batman glared back at him.

[veenus777]

◜𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐭 ◞

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Characters : Dad! Jason Todd x Vigilant! Reader

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Summary : My first Todd FamilyVerse post and I'm really excited about it, the following posts will follow the results of the poll previously posted here on my profile. I'm going to consider this a chapter so it will tell about how Y/N and Jason met and it will be divided into two parts, this is the first of them, I hope you like it <3

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Word Count : 527

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Theme : a little angst, difficult childhood and "mention" of death

During her 12 long years of life, Y/N knew only one reality: that of an assassin, molded into this destiny since the age of 12 when she became a hired killer and a small pet for the black mask, living on the crime alley streets, surviving on stolen wallets and leftover food. Then, they appeared, her mothers, the most functional dysfunctional family Y/N had ever known, the only family she had. Despite being crazy, thieves, and ecoterrorists, they cared for her as a daughter, despite the circumstances. Being raised by the sirens of Gotham had its advantages.

Some children, greatly admiring their parents, dream of following in their footsteps, and with Y/N, there was no difference, except that her steps would lead to becoming an internationally wanted thief at the age of seventeen. Well, let's say Batman didn't approve of the paths her life was taking and always kept a watchful eye on her actions. Despite this, things were going well until she met him.

He was 5'5, with the bluest eyes she had ever seen and an impulsive and cheeky personality. They hated each other, not because they were enemies, but because they were so alike. It all started with a confrontation while Catwoman was once again robbing Gotham's museum. Y/N, better known as Copycat, was the great distraction. Batman knew Selina's moves well enough to let Robin go in his place, and then they met and fought. It would be an understatement to say that Robin took only a small beating. Since then, they hated each other for every minute after that, but despite denying it to death, they enjoyed it, the hatred, the fights, and the provocations. They counted the minutes to meet again, always claiming that the reason was revenge.

By some twist of fate or just his irony, Y/N was there, sitting on the edge of some Gotham gargoyle. It wasn't a good day; in fact, it was the complete opposite. And then, suddenly, he's there behind her, the green and red uniform a bit stained, and a paper bag in his hands. She knew he was there, but she didn't even have the energy to start a fight or provoke. Somehow, he knew that. So, he just sat there in silence, opening the bag and taking something out, surprising Y/N with a sandwich. She initially refused, but he just ignored it and left the sandwich in her hands until she gave up and just surrendered, taking a few bites. They remained seated in silence with the sounds of Gotham's night in the background. What was supposed to be a rare event began to happen frequently until one day, silence was replaced by single words, and then sentences, and finally, deep conversations where they lost themselves in time.

They were alike, children with difficult and traumatic pasts adopted by people of questionable psychological character. They both knew what it was like to fight for survival and the difficulties they had faced. Thus, they went from enemies to friends and then to something more. They knew and trusted each other despite the masks and codenames.

But things wouldn't be good forever. On that night, he didn't show up, so Y/N decided to look for him. He was on top of Wayne Enterprises, but that wasn't the same Robin she knew. He was different, agitated, and anxious. He told her about his fight with Batman and his plan to go after the Joker. She tried to stop him, but it was too late; he was determined. She tried to convince him, but the voices got louder and more disturbed. Tears flowed down her domino mask as she turned her back on him and walked away. The next day, she wanted to resolve things and apologize. She went to the gargoyle, their place, and sat there, waiting. But hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years, but he never came back.

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[d4rkh0ney]

Bc I have exams and projects, I've decided to write a Rose Wilson x Jason Todd fanfiction??? I'm not even a DC fan OR a comic book reader?? It just spoke to me?? But I've already started doing research??? Would anybody read it????

[oldmannapping]

Happy new fic day!

Vigilante slice of life. Arsenal's trapped in a collapsed building. Red Hood has a concussion but that's not gonna slow him down.

Warnings: Injury (not graphic), mentions of blood, rescue breaths/CPR, head injury, mentions of vomit (not graphic)

Main tag: Jason Todd and Roy Harper are Best Friends

[shyjusticewarrior]

Okay hear me out. Outlaws comic where the team is Red Hood, Ravager, Manhunter, and Strike.

[incorrectbatfam]

Who would get snapped by Thanos?

(also on Ao3)

Of all places, he was buying fucking cigarettes when it happened.

Jason was digging through his wallet when the woman behind him suddenly screamed. He whirled around and—

Hang on, didn't she have a kid with her? He could've sworn there was a toddler whining about candy just now. But when he looked, his eyes were met with a pile of dust and the lady staring at her hand, face pale.

Behind her were a group of teenagers. The shortest one—couldn't have been more than 14—turned to the others and said, "Guys, something's wrong." But before anyone could react, his skin cracked and he crumbled to pieces, leaving his friends scrambling.

The cashier dialed the police. Someone demanded to know what was going on. Without his helmet or guns, it wasn't as though Jason could say he got this all taken care of. Cigarettes forgotten, he slipped away from the crowd and called Bruce.

No answer. So he tried again, and on the third time he left an expletive-filled voicemail before hopping on his bike.

He zipped past the changing signals and swerved around the three-car pileup forming as he tried Dick's number. But all he got was that godawful singsong voicemail that Dick recorded years back.

That was two down already.

No.

No, he wasn't gonna think like that. Those two knuckleheads were fine. Hell, with a family of detectives, they were probably cracking the case as Jason broke a red light.

He picked another number.

It clicked.

"Roy, are you—"

"Jason." Roy's ragged breathing almost made his words unintelligible. "It's Lian. She—she..."

"It's happening everywhere," Jason said. "I don't know who's behind this but I'm gonna keep you updated."

There was nothing on the other line. Not a breath or panicking keen. His heart dropped.

"Roy?"

After several attempts, he had no choice but to hang up.

He didn't even wait for his motorcycle to stop completely, dumping it next to the others.

"Guys?"

The Cave was far, far too quiet. Jason grabbed his domino and a batarang lying on a bench.

"Hello? Anyone?"

He stuck a comm in his ear. It crackled to life.

"Guys, we have a situation. Is anyone reading me right now?"

Silence.

He spotted a familiar wheelchair in front of the glowing Batcomputer and let out a sigh of relief.

"Oracle! I'm glad you're—"

But there was no red hair or keyboard clacks to go with it. A steaming coffee cup was tipped over, soaking a case file and dripping onto the floor.

Alfred had to be okay. He's Alfred.

Jason raced upstairs, almost missing the three piles on the couch with purple, yellow, and orange video game controllers buried among them. In the cat bed is another one. His lunch crawled up his throat, but he swallowed it down and moved to the next room.

"Alfred?" His boots echoed through the halls with each step. "Anyone here?"

He checked the kitchen, but it wasn't Alfred he found. Rather it was Damian, staring at his ash-covered fingertips just like the lady at the store.

"They were right here." Damian's voice trembled. "Me and Cain and Pennyworth, we were talking and... and..."

He stumbled forward. Jason caught him.

"I got you. I got you." He wrapped his arms around the kid.

"Akhi?"

Something about it made Jason's blood run cold.

"I don't feel so good."

"Don't say that. You're fine." He squeezed tighter.

"I—I don't want to go. Not again." Damian's fists—oh God, they're so tiny—clung to Jason's shirt.

But all the pleading in the world amounted to nothing as the atoms of his baby brother slipped through his fingers. And even though it felt like everything was bubbling to the surface, he couldn't scream or cry out. All he could do was kneel there, numb, wondering who would have the audacity.

After who-knows-how-long, he felt Ace nuzzle against his ribs.

"You're still here."

"Arf!"

"You're right." Jason swiped the tears from his face and stood up. "Fetch me my guns. There will be hell to pay."