#Shout out to bee to keeping up with my gotham bullshit

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Throwback to this 2021 comic I made about me N my partner, when I realised the bitches WERE INDEED GAY

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Soulmate AU part 15 (finally) ((oops)) !!!!!

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Oh my god you guys. I’m really sorry for saying yesterday and then not making the update (But on a better note I passed that final!!!!!!) and because of how hellish this week promises to be i’m not gonna make any other attempts at promising updates. I will say that my school isn’t normally near this hectic, so things should calm down come Sunday. Hopefully.

Enjoy!!

Red Hood was the first to speak, lowering his head in a wince. “Damn, kid. Sorry.”

“We had no idea.” Red Robin said quietly. “I hope you can believe us about this, at least. If the Justice League — or even just us- had known about this at any point for the last four years, we would not have let you face it alone.”

Gravely, Batman spoke. “What measures are you taking to find Hawkmoth?”

Adrien and Chloé both looked to her and she suppressed a sigh. As the Guardian, she supposed she actually did understand the most about this. 

“One of the powers granted by the Miraculous is a mask of anonymity. How do you think five teenagers have managed to keep their identities all this time? The magic around the jewels keeps us from being recognized in our superhero forms, and that includes the leaps of logic needed to puzzle out who the person behind the mask is. It’s why I felt safe enough to come ask for help from the supposed best detectives in the superhero world. It would take me detransforming right in front of you to reveal me.”

“That’s all well and good,” Robin said. “But what measures have you taken to find Hawkmoth? You don’t necessarily need to find his identity to track him down.”

Marinette tried not to scowl at his patronizing tone. “Due to how his powers work, we’ve been unable to do anything other than figure out a general area that he operates in. If you’ve found the blog, we’ve been using the maps generated during each Akuma attack to figure out his general range. But we think he may have either multiple places, or that he might be transforming out of his lair and sending Akumas out like that to mess with our data. And we aren’t exactly able to track the butterflies when they can fly through solid objects.”

“And you’re teens, with busy lives and no actual support system for superheroing, so it’s insanely difficult to devote much of your actual time to being proactive against him, other than the patrols your videos mention,” Red Robin summarized. Marinette nodded, Chloé and Adrien echoing the motion.

Batman just sighed. “I’m unsure of how wise it would be to actually send one of us to Paris to help you, if Hawkmoth targets those with dark emotions. But we will dig into this, and I promise we will do anything we can to assist you in your fight.”

“Oracle and I can start working on something,” Red Robin suggested, and the other three nodded. 

“If you need to contact us-“ Marinette pulled out her yo-yo, and opened it up to the screen. “This is how you can contact me. I’ll be notified of any messages or calls even outside the suit.” She offered them the yo-yo, extremely secure in the knowledge that now matter how they try to bug it, it would never work.

Red Robin took it, and after fiddling with it for a moment, looked back at her. “Isn’t this also your weapon? How does that work?”

He sounded distressed by it, and his expression only dropped further when Adrien laughed and said, “Magic.”

“Do you mind if we stay a bit?” Chloé asked, “If you want to accompany us, I wouldn’t mind, but I was kind of interested in seeing Gotham.”

Marinette caught Robin smirking, and wondered why, before Batman opened his mouth.

“I—”

“—Can run some kids around Gotham for a little bit,” Red Hood cut him off. “C’mon, Bats, let ‘em live a little while they’re visiting. I won’t let them get lost.”

Batman sighed. “Robin, you go with them.”

“Tt.” The other teen moved forward again, up to Batman’s side. “If you insist.”

Marinette wasn’t enthused, but she held her jabs in. 

“Awesome,” Chloé breathed, and as she took a look at her, Marinette recognized some of the way she used to stare at Ladybug. Chloé was trying her best not to actually fangirl over getting to spend time with some of the Gotham vigilantes.

It brought back vivid memories of Chloé running around in her Ladybug suit, pretending to save the day. 

And then Chloé gave her a dirty look that said she knew exactly what she was thinking, and leapt straight off the tower.

“Abeille!” Marinette scolded, running over to the ledge. Chloé was hanging below, laughing. 

“You’re too uptight, Ladybug, live a little.” A hand rested on her shoulder and she turned to see Red Hood. “Hey, Bee-girl. Race you to that blue roof.” 

“Me first!” Adrien yelled, bounding past them, propelling himself with his staff out into the open air. Red Hood shot his grappling gun and swung after, and Marinette sighed.

“I work with children,” she grumbled, only to be met with laughter from Red Robin. She turned back to them. “Thank you, Batman, for what you’re doing for us. It means- a lot.”

He nodded at her, and then to Robin, before he and Red Robin flung themselves from the side of the roof, both heading in the opposite direction from her partners.

“You and me, then,” Marinette said to Robin. With a thought, she smirked. “Bet you we can make it to that rooftop before they do.”

“Tt, Red Hood has probably already gotten distracted by another passing fancy.” Why did the way he said that sound familiar? “But I believe you are correct.” And he rushed off.

She matched him, swing for swing. And silently, they stole through the sky, listening to Chat Noir baiting Red Hood about something, Abeille snarking over his comeback, their teammates laughter covering the sound of them thoroughly catching up and then, without warning, surpassing them.

“Hey!” Abeille called, and suddenly it was an actual race. 

Marinette gave Robin one look and he, by some miracle, seemed to understand. They split around a building, and Marinette was on her own. 

Each swing brought her higher, each view of Gotham new and beautiful and confusing, until she heard it. 

On the streets below her, a raised voice.

“Chat,” she called as loudly as she dared, knowing that he would hear her. And then she dropped down.

“Please, please, just let me go-“ the woman cried, clutching a bag to her chest.

“Where are you gonna go, huh, Cynthia?” The man asked, looming over her. “A fucking homeless shelter? You gonna sleep on the streets? You know none of your friends are gonna put up with your goddamn bullshit the way I do—”

“Anything’s better than going back with you!” Cynthia shouted, looking terrified. Marinette couldn’t stop herself from stepping in. 

“Madame?” She moves out of the shadows and into the narrow beam of lamplight that covered the street. “What is the problem?”

Cynthia raised her wild eyes to Marinette and dashed towards her, cowering behind. “Please, please, don’t make me go back with him, I can’t. I can’t.”

“Listen, Red,” the man spoke to her. “This ain’t your business. Let me take my girlfriend home, she’s got meds that keep her from doing shit like this-“

“I don’t,” she spat. “Don’t fucking lie, I don’t have meds, you just-“

“Sir,” Marinette said calmly, her pulse like a jackhammer on the inside of her ribs. “If this really is a simple disagreement, perhaps some time apart will help you both collect yourselves. I’m sure—‘

“You ain’t sure of nothin’, bitch,” the man sneered. “That’s my girl. You’ll hand her over to me or you’ll face the goddamn consequences.”

Marinette’s hesitation was her downfall. There was no way she was going to let the man take Cynthia, but she was torn between getting the woman away quickly or trying to talk down the boyfriend. And in the second where she waited, the man chuckled. 

“Please, no,” Cynthia whispered. Marinette turned her head to assure her. The woman looked stricken, eyes wide over Marinette’s shoulder.

The gun she didn’t see him pull went off.

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Could/Should/Did: Jason Todd-Could Have

Jason Todd x reader

Word Count: 664

Summary: How it could have gone.

“Red Hood, who is this?”

For all you could tell, Jason’s response was the same sort of buzzing sound that bees make, because that was all you could hear. Your eyes were locked on Damian. His beautifully green eyes may have been whited out, but the unhappy frown on his face was clearly visible. Based off that alone, you could hazard the guess that he recognized you, and he was absolutely not happy to see you.

“She’s from the League of Assassins, Father,” Damian’s tone surprised you. It was clipped with no fondness hidden within, only hatred

Immediately, Batman tensed. “What is the meaning of this?” he demanded.

Jason scoffed, and you just knew he was rolling his eyes under that helmet of his. “That’s what I was trying to explain. We know each other from . . . before.” 

“Know?” Dick questioned.

“I love her, alright?” he snapped. “Fuck off. Talia cut her loose when she brought Damian to you.”

“So she’s been stalking me?” Damian accused.

“What?” your voice was small and incredulous. “Habibi--”

“Do not call me that. You do not deserve it; you were a glorified babysitter.”

His rejection had your eyes welling up despite yourself. “Damian . . .”

“Silence your useless sniveling at once.”

“Explain,” Bruce snarled.

You had no doubt that he was grinding his teeth right before he answered, “Dickhead and the replacement have been trying to get to know me better outside of Sunday dinners, and that of course means they’ve been stalking me. I thought we should tell you about Corvid before they tripped over her by breaking into our apartment. Starting to think I should’ve stashed her with Roy and Kori.”

Maybe you should have, you thought to yourself. How quiet Dick and Tim were being uncharacteristically only compounded your worry.

“I don’t allow other vigilantes to operate in Gotham.”

Your heart felt like it stopped.

“That’s bullshit!” Jason shouted. “She’s with me! I can vouch for her!”

“We all know what your word is worth, Todd,” Damian muttered under his breath.

“Robin!” Dick barked, surprisingly in Jason’s defense.

“It’s true,” Tim agreed quietly.

“You barely even know him!” you spoke up.

“I won’t allow a League assassin to stay here,” Batman reiterated. “Leave the city before morning or I’ll bring you into GCPD myself.”

“You make her leave, and you’ll never see me again.” As he spoke, Jason reached down and tightly grasped your hand.

“Jason, no!” you protested immediately, eyes snapping up to his mask. “Your relationship with your family has gotten so much better, and I won’t ruin that.”

The mask didn’t move from where it was firmly fixated on Batman’s iconic cowl. “You’re not; he is. So. What’s it going to be, B?”

There was a pause where no one so much as fidgetted. In the uncomfortable stillness, you could only resume staring at Damian, not understanding how this hatred was originating from the sweet little boy you and Jason raised. Your heart was breaking even as Jason’s family destroyed everything they’d worked so hard to build with the second robin, and none of them seemed to care about his well-being.

“So be it,” Bruce said finally. “Both of you be gone by nightfall tomorrow.”

“Fine.”

Within moments, all four were gone, leaving you to round on Jason. “You don’t have to do that. They’re your family!”

He dropped his helmet carelessly at his feet, hands immediately coming up to cup your face. “You are my family. They fucked up with me a long time ago; they were bound to do it again eventually. Better get it out of the way sooner rather than later.”

“But you love Gotham; you can’t just leave it.”

“The fuckheads can take care of her until we come roaring back. We’ll track down the Outlaws, because I know Kori will fuckin’ love you, and you know I’ve been missing Roy like crazy.” His thumbs wiped at your tears. “It’ll be fine.”

“You keep saying that.”

“And I’ll keep saying it until you believe it.”