#Stoner Roy Harper

[kaliina-catoe-blog]

Random DC ideas #1

CW: Tim vapes, and several of the Titans smoke weed together. Other characters are also mentioned as smoking weed and/or vaping/etc. No other drugs, and no alcohol. Just recreational pot and (barely) underage vaping. Just making sure there's a warning JIC. Don't like, don't read.

Tim, Bart, and Connor occasionally smoke weed. Bart can't get high off of it, but he likes to be included in the fun and he always brings good munchies. (Sometimes he even remembers to bring enough for the others)!

Kon, shockingly, actually does get high. It takes a fair amount, but he definitely gets there and it lasts a solid hour or two so he thinks it's worth it when Tim offers to relax for a night. Kryptonians can also get a high from nicotine, which they found out on accident when Tim offered to let him taste his vape. They didn't know! He figured it was harmless for a Kryptonian, and he'd just get to taste it and move on... It's not very addictive, and Kon doesn't really like the type of high it causes, but every now-and-again it's fun.

Tim? Tim is a rich kid who went to private school. He used to swear he'd "never vape, or smoke, or do drugs. Never ever ever" but. Well. Then a classmate on the debate team offered to let him try some ridiculous "Birthday Cake" thing and it was. Surprisingly good? He coughed like a bitch, but once he figured out how to breathe the hit without dying it was like. His chest felt lighter.

So, Tim researches every type of vape he can find and settles on one that has a particularly good reputation. Of course, it won't stop him from getting lung cancer in his 50s or something. But honestly? What was the likelihood Tim was going to live past 40 as a hero? He reasoned as long as he kept it limited, and stuck to reputable brands with lower salts and shit he'd probably be fine enough.

And then, he goes to a party with Dick and a few other OG Titans... And then Dick wanders off. And Tim is left alone with Roy and Bart and Kon and Cyborg- Vic... And Roy pulls out weed like it's the most casual thing on the planet, passing it right to Vic.

Kon: "Oh my Rao! Dude! Put that away!"

Roy: "Relaaaaxx, little blue. It's legal in this state, and we're not going to make anyone else mess with it if they don't want to. Go find Dickface if you wanna be babies- just don't be a narc."

Bart looks between Conner, who looks like he's just taken a shot of tequila and Roy, who looks like the coolest cucumber this side of Jersey. He looks to Tim, and then back again at Roy, and then he looks at the little baggie.

Bart, sitting down on the floor by Vic's legs: "I can't get high off of it anyways," he shrugs, "I honestly don't think I care if you guys smoke weed. He has a point that it's legal, anyways."

He aims the last part at Kon, and the clone sighs heavily. Tim hasn't said a word, but he silently pulls out his newest vape- Raspberry Peach Lime- and takes a long hit.

Tim: "I'm game."

Roy's eyes go wider than Tim thinks should be physically possible, and Tim laughs right in his stupid face.

Tim: "You think I'm the golden kid? Hell no. I should be called Boy Disappointment long before Boy Wonder. I gave up on normal coping mechanisms when I became Robin."

Roy, still looking baffled, can only nod as Tim sits cross-legged on the floor across from them. He motions for Conner to join and, after a moment of hesitation, the clone sits too.

Kon: "We aren't going to like... Get in trouble right? Because it's legal?"

Vic, snorting: "I mean. It is, over the age of 21. But nobody is about to snitch on a bunch of teenage super heroes using a natural herb for relaxation when they're off the clock. I use it because I get phantom pains in my robot limbs."

The older boy explains, while rolling a joint with a practiced ease Tim's never even seen on his Gotham friends. He wonders if maybe Vic will teach him how to roll like that.

Kon, nodding: "I guess that makes more sense. Kal always just says that if he ever catches me with drugs he'll ground me for a year- he never said if legal ones count though."

Bart: "Dude, of course the legal ones should be an exception! That's why they were legalized, because they're helpful!" he looks up at Roy and Vic, "Right?"

Roy, laughing but trying to not freak the kids out: "Yeah, exactly. Legal drugs are like medicine - hell, that's why they call it Medical Marijuana. It's totally fine if you don't want any, but you're welcome to share the rotation."

Vic: "Wait, does pot even do anything to Kryptonians?"

Tim, before Kon can open his mouth: "Yes, and they can get a high from nicotine too."

Kon: "I know how you know the nic thing, but how do you know for sure weed works on me? It doesn't work on Bart."

Tim: "Nicotine also doesn't affect Bart, one. Two, Kara told me.... Well. Technically, Dick told me after Kara told him. But Kara also has mentioned it for sure."

Bart: "So you just know exactly what substances are mind-altering for Kon?"

Tim, face a bit pink: "I.. I like to know what substances to be cautious of for all of my teammates... In case we only have a limited number of rebreathers... That way anyone weak to a substance gets first dibs."

All four of the others stare for a moment, before just claps his hands together.

Vic: "Alright! I have three rolled, which is probably more than we need but whatever. Who's lighter?"

Tim pulls out a lighter at the same time as Roy, and the archer raises an eyebrow.

Roy, taking a joint from Vic's outstretched palm: "If you weren't a newbie, I'd probably let you light right now just for the speed."

Roy took a long, slow drag, before tilting his head up and blowing it out away from the younger boys.

Roy, as he let's go of another puff: "Which way we passin'? Tim? Vic?"

Tim extends a fist: "I'll play you for it."

Vic, laughing: "Alright, white boy. But I don't do that two-out-of-three shit if you lose."

Tim chuckles, and then immediately wins against Vic's rock. He accepts the joint carefully between his two fingers, and brings it up.

Kon: "Are you sure? What if Dick comes back?"

Tim: "I'm an adult, and Dick's smoked weed before too. He can't say shit."

He takes a slow hit, pulling it into his lungs and--

Immediately dying. He coughs hard, taking in a shake breath as Roy and Vic laugh at him.

Tim: "Fuck! That is not the same thing as a vape."

Roy laughs harder: "No shit, little red!"

Kon, rubbing a hand over Tim's back: "Are you okay?"

Bart is stifling a laugh behind his hands, but nods his head towards Conner to say 'yeah, are you good bro?'

Tim clears his throat a bit: "I'm fine. I'm fine. I got this."

He takes another slow hit, this time more carefully not to overdo it. He exhales slowly, and for a moment he thinks he's gotten it.

Of course, he doesn't. The next coughing fit is worse, and he holds the joint up so he doesn't drop it. Conner takes it for him, rubbing his back again as Tim nearly gags.

Roy and Vic are laughing again, and Bart can't contain his own peals of giggling anymore. Even Kon laughs, the traitor, as Tim tries to wipe the bit of drool off his face.

Tim: "Jesus! Why is it so spicy?!?"

Vic: "Don't babysit, Kon. You gotta puff puff or pass it."

Roy: "Don't listen to him, he just wants his turn."

Conner thinks for a second, and then puts the joint up to his lips. He pulls in, trying to keep it shallow, and holds it.

He coughs hard, and now Tim is the one rubbing his back.

Tim: "Yeah. Maybe don't hold it?"

After a second, and more laughter, the clone tries again. And this time? Nothing. He doesn't cough, although it does burn a bit. It feels... Pleasant. Warm rather than painfully hot like the first hit.

Roy, cheering: "Whoo! Way to go, Lungs!"

Vic claps a little, somewhat jokingly: "Nice job, newbie"

Tim, looks at him with a deadpan face: "I hate you. That's not fair."

Kon: "Do I pass to Vic, or Bart?"

Bart: "I can try it, but it won't get my high at all. I think Wally has had an edible before that managed to last him almost an hour - but apparently it was expensive as hell."

Roy nods: "Well I can't afford the good shit that Dick buys Wally but you can try it if you want- just to say you did."

Bart beams at him and carefully takes the joint from Conner.

Bart: "So. I just hit it like a vape or something?"

Tim: "No! Whatever you do do not just hit it like a vape!"

Roy and Vic laugh, and Kon snorts.

Vic: "Yeah. That's why Tim almost keeled over there. You have to hit it slowly, like you're doing a breathing exercise or something."

Roy: "Try not to hold it in on the first hit, either."

Bart, takes a puff very carefully and let's it out almost immediately: "Oh.. Huh. It tastes... Uh."

Bart, makes a face and passes the joint to Vic: "Yeah no fuck that. It tastes like that time Icicle tossed me so hard I had dirty grass in my teeth."

The boys laugh as Vic takes his turn, before passing back to Roy.

Roy: "We have now completed one rotation. Other than Bart, is anyone bowing out?"

Vic, snorting and rolling his eyes: "You should probably ask if they feel anything before you start asking who's done."

Tim, hitting his vape: "I'm good. I don't think I feel anything yet, anyways."

Kon, nodding: "Yeah, I don't actually know how much I have to take but probably more than two hits..."

Roy laughs at that, and Vic wordlessly hands Conner his own joint.

Vic: "You know, it might actually be easier if you just get to pace yourself. Who knows, maybe your metabolism is going to burn it up before you get to the next rotation."

Kon looks at the joint, then back at Vic, and then to Tim and Roy.

Kon: "Yeah.... Fuck it- that's why we're at a party, isn't it?"

Tim, whoops and pulls out his lighter again: "You need help lighting it? I think Ive figured it out."

Kon, nodding: "Yes, please."

By the time Dick finds the trio again, they've all migrated to Roy's room to watch TV.

Dick, upon entering the room and smelling straight dank: "Roy.... Did. Did you drug my baby brother?"

Roy, high as fuck: "Yeah. But like. Him and the little dudes were told muuuhltiple times they could just not partake. Bro.. Timbit is fun!"

Tim, hitting Roy and shoving his vape under the older boy's leg subtly: "I'm fine! I like hanging with the boys!"

Kon is giggling madly, trying to cover his face with his hands, and Bart is still busy staring up at Dick like he's seen a ghost.

Dick, sighing: "Oh for fucks-.... Fine. This one time, because I'm going to be the one in trouble if B finds out that I brought you here and you got high. But if I ever catch you smoking again, I swear to Diana's Lasso I will tell Alfred."

Tim, still a bit too high to really process: "Okay! No biggie, man. You won't see me doing it again."

Dick, shocked that went so well: "Well... Okay. Good... Uhm..."

Roy and Vic look at each other, and then roll their eyes.

Vic: "You want a pre-roll I made earlier?"

Dick:

Vic:

Tim, smirking like a little shit because he knew Dick smoked:

Kon, baffled:

Bart, also baffled:

Roy: "Well?"

Dick: "Fuck it. If Tim's high I think I need to be."

[cirrocula]

shaggy hair roy harper bc i enjoy the trope where characters with hidden eyes actually have hawklike vision

[arkhamslvts]

being slapped during sex is so delish and I'm telling u all rn... campus stoner! roy, fratboy!hal, ak!jason and p!star dick will slap the shit out of you without hesitation.

especially hal and jason, theyll hit you hard enough to make tears prick your eyes, the kind of slap that makes you clench around them because they hit you like they can't fucking stand you. the difference is hal will apologize after, jason might laugh tho.

[jam-packed]

are any of yall into dc cus i am losing my mind 😕

would dg (dick grayson) have any motogp championships if he were a motogp rider. i think yes but let me know.....yes or no why or why not i am very interested.......

[albatmobile]

Head empty just Roy and jason being submissive while high with reader ehueheuhe

(Ignore this if you want)

definitely more of this prompt to come in the next chapter!

romance and return policies

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𓅪 Rated: M | TW: weed | 1.7k includes: alternate universe no powers, modern au, eventual polyamory, eventual relationships, eventual smut, gamestop au

𓅪 established roy harper x koriand'r eventual: jason todd x reader, Roy Harper x reader, koriand'r x reader endgame: Jason Todd x reader x Roy Harper x koriand'r

It's not your fault you always want the latest games, exclusives and merch for the fandoms you're in. 

In your old town, certain GameStop’s had even banned you from trading due to how much you were in there, something you’d never understand. Other stores sneered at you for always buying up the good shit before the employees even had the chance to stake their claim on it.

Since moving nearly across the country, the new GameStop you’ve started going to definitely seems to be the most chill of the bunch. It's in a small, podunk town in Arizona, which means you never have to beat the lines like you had to in the hustle and bustle of the East Coast cities.

The town's big enough to stay somewhat anonymous but small enough that if you visit a place once a week, by week three, everyone will know your social security number. Needless to say, the GameStop workers know your car by now, as evidenced by the way Roy sees you pull in and attempts to snuff out whatever he’s been smoking.

You don't normally use their back parking lot, but the DMV next door is extra packed today and spilled over into the shared lot. You figure he’s been smoking a cigarette until you step out of your car and smell it.

“I’m telling,” is all you say. The redhead flips you off easily.

Roy has always been overly welcoming and easy to joke with right off the bat, something you sincerely appreciate considering you don’t know anyone here.

“At this point, you may as well fucking work here,” Roy says. “Honestly, your word would mean more than mine.” You laugh, knowing it’s probably the truth. You make gimmie hands, which he goes to oblige easily, then suddenly stops. He regards you silently for a moment before looking around, then up at the security camera that he was just out of view of before finally holding out the joint to you. Fucking paranoid stoners. “Didn’t take you for the smoking type, darlin’.” 

“Considering you don’t know me, that seems about right,” you say, causing him to laugh easily at your prickly humor. At this, you sidle up to him in the blind spot of the camera, blushing slightly when your fingers accidentally brush in the hand-off. “My ex was a huge stoner kinda formed a habit that I can’t even maintain.” 

“Money?” he winces only after the question comes out, seeming only then to realize it’s a bit of an invasive question for the circumstances. 

You’ve been coming to this GameStop at least twice a week, though almost always more, for the past few months since you moved to AZ. Whether it be to browse or trade- Roy, a redhead named Star and some brooding dick with a grey streak always seemed to be there (you’ve never seen him wear a name tag, but he seems to be the manager). Regardless, your relationship hardly seemed to go past customer service ever. That is, until now.

Roy doesn’t seem like the type to have a filter, so you know he means no offense. You can’t lie, though, seeing him all flustered is doing things to you.

You quickly snap yourself from your wandering thoughts. 

Roy has always been extra touchy-feely with the beautiful red-headed employee who always offers you kind smiles and excited opinions on your choices. This particular employee has a special affinity for plushies and always seems to push more on you. At this point, you could run a shelter for plushies with the way their cute dead eyes watched you from the growing pile on your bed. After all, who are you to tell this seven-foot-tall goddess no?

“No,” you chuckle lightly as you inhale. “I just never learned how to roll.” 

It's a lie. 

A total, complete lie, but you know one thing: men love to think they're teaching you something. Plus, if it means someone will roll you free weed, who are you to turn it down?

“Oh, babe. I’ve got you,” Roy’s silky voice stirs arousal within you as he pulls out the decrepit remains of a smartphone. Android or Apple, it’s too far gone to tell, but the screen still brightens when he bangs on the home button, so it can’t technically be considered completely trashed…

“Won’t your girlfriend be mad?” you ask, looking hesitantly at the sharded screen he’s pushing your way.

“Kori?” Roy gestures to the store behind the two of you before waving off your concern. “Nah, she’s chill.” 

Kori, huh? She always wears a name tag that says Star, but you should’ve known it was just a nickname.

With all the basement creeps that come in and try to hit on you while you're here, you can’t imagine Kori’s position. Hell, you didn’t want to wear your name tag at the diner half the time if it wasn’t for Pam forcing you to ‘play nice.’

You raise a dubious brow. “I think you misunderstand my question: is Kori single?” you ask cheekily.

He snorts easily, eyes crinkling around the scattered freckles on his face, “Fucking figures that I’d finally get your number and you’re more concerned with the redhead inside.” 

“Finally get it?”

The deep voice startles you as the ‘Employee Only’ door whips open to reveal skunkhead.

“Get what?” you ask with a tiny tilt of your head.

Name-tagless dude gestures down to Roy’s cracked screen. “We had a bet going on,” is all he says. 

“Yeah, man. I got the number, but she wants the other babe,” Roy laments. The sexy brooding skunk, fuck- you have to learn his actual name- laughs. “Also, stop spying on me during my break, fucking weirdo.”

“I’m your boss,” he says. To prove his point, the raven grabs the joint from your fingers and takes a long drag. Your eyes remain wide while his close into green slits, taking you in with the smoke, closing his eyes with the exhale. “How else would I know you’re corrupting our best customer?”

“Corrupting!” Roy exclaims, gesturing to you as his eyes rip open. You immediately hold your hands up in surrender. “She came up to me! You know how the ladies get with this hair, Jay.”

Your face wrinkles in obvious disgust. “Is it too late to delete my contact?”

Roy huffs and yanks the blunt from ‘Jay’ and shoos him, “Jay, you’re ruining my shot, man.”

“Yeah, me,” Jay says. The tall man rolls his eyes and motions you in before retreating back inside. “What do you want?”

This time, you don’t contain your eye roll as you attempt to catch up to his quick pace. “What happened to the monotonous ‘Welcome to GameStop’ I used to get?”

“You’ve got half of my employees stockpiling the good shit for you. That’s what happened,” he responds. The raven glances at you over his shoulder, his usual emotionless eyes glinting with the slightest bit of amusement.

You don’t bother with a response as you follow him out of the elusive breakroom you’d seen them disappear to in the past.

“Not my fault you only have like four employees,” you say, shrugging with a faux-innocence he sees right through. You’re cute, though, so he’ll let it slide.

“I have three employees and all of them would probably return this overdue shit for you without question,” he says with an unimpressed look as he underlines the ‘return by’ date on your receipt and flips it around for you to see. “Two days, a bit irresponsible, no?” He exhales dramatically as he clicks obnoxiously around on the computer on the counter before shaking his head, “Don’t know if we can help even a loyal customer such as yourself in an incident like this.”

You don’t know Jay well enough to know if he’s joking or not, but before you can even respond, the bell chimes and welcomes in one of the other usual customers.

“You always come in on Tuesdays,” the man says. His greasy mouth quirks into a smirk as he winks at you and starts toward the counter. Before he can get too close, however, Jason shakes his head and points toward the door. “What? I didn’t do anything this time!” the man exclaims.

“Buddy, we’ve already talked about you scaring off my customers.” 

“Three strikes doesn’t apply?” the man tries.

Without waiting for Jay’s response, he disappears off between the shelves before coming toward the counter again with a box in hand. Once he’s back in sight, your eyes drop to the counter in front of you, wishing he would just leave you alone.

“Pretty sure you’re at your limit and,” Jason cuts off the man before he can interrupt, “I’m not going to argue with you about my own strike system, so kindly fuck off.” There’s nothing kind about the dark timber of Jay’s voice.

The other man seems to think better of questioning the manager who makes the GameStop uniform look like a stripper outfit through his muscles alone.

“I just came here to get this, man.” With this, he drops the box on the counter and you recognize it as the new, limited-edition final season statue worth over $400. Jason seems to realize this, too and looks at you with a silent apology before quickly checking the man out and personally escorting him to the door after. 

“Just because you’re a big spender doesn’t mean you won’t be banned if you don’t start treating her, let alone any other woman, with some fucking respect.” The look Jason gives the man is enough to send him scurrying out without so much as a glance back at you.

“Thanks,” you say quietly in the wake of silence that follows the door’s bell. The tinkling noise echoes around in your ears.

“Don’t thank me for shit like that,” he says, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

You say nothing else as he processes the late return without question. 

As soon as he hands you your receipt, Jay walks you out to your car, holding the door open for you, all while making sure the man hasn’t lingered in the parking lot or anything. Luckily, it seems like Jay’s warning has sufficiently warded the creep off. He makes sure you’re completely in your car before shutting your door, then watches you peel out of the lot until your car is a mere fleck in his vision.

A/N: this was a spur of the moment fic i really had a craving for a gamestop au after i was forced to go in there to return some shit and was like o... i know what i need to do now, hence ^

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[mrnoital]

Ollie has some different iterations of how he got his start, what's your favorite?

Golden age(More Fun Comics #89)

Way off from the rest, this isn't very close to any other origin

Oliver was never even stranded, instead Roy was trapped on a mountain called lost Mesa with his father's servant after they were in a plane crash that killed Roys father.

Oliver was a wealthy archeologist with a fascination of native Americans instead of Robin Hood, and that's what led him to practicing the bow.

His collection was destroyed during a failed robbery, and soon after he was off to start a new collection, with some goons on his tail going to steal some gold.

Chaos ensues

Good guys win, bad guys die(but the good guys didn't technically murder, so it's all good) crushed by gold, the same gold or heroes use to fund their heroic adventures

Silver Age(Adventure Comics #256)

This is much more in line with the story we know, rich playboy accidentally falls off his boat and is deserted on Starfish island, here he created trick arrows as a way to survive(line arrow to bring in fish, meet arrow to catch more, drill arrow for coconuts) and continues to note native culture influencing his weapon choice

Soon he notices a ship which he swims to only to learn he's not out of danger yet is there has been a mutiny, chaos ensues and so Ollie begins his life as a hero using trick arrows as his saving grace

Post-Crisis 1 (Green Arrow(1983) #1, DC Super Stars #17, & Secret Origins(1986) #38

Here our rich playboy was having troubles with his girlfriend(or he might be in a singles cruise .... whatever) and goes for a calming boost ride when suddenly...PIRATES

He's thrown overboard and is stranded on the island where he perfected his archery skills and was able to defeat the very same pirates that marooned him and thus...chaos ensues

Ends up staying on the island for about 11 weeks

Post-Crisis 2 (Secret Origins(1989) #38 Green Arrow: The Wonder Year & Green Arrow: The Longbow Hunters)

This one starts with workaholic Oliver Queen taking his first vacation in years on his boat with a few women and his hero Howard Hill(the trick archer from Robin Hood) and after a few too many drinks(and some bad lobster) he falls off the ship while throwing up.

After being stranded on the island he eats some lizard and gains archery skills, until the island is visited by a couple of stoners checking in their plants and he was able to just take them to the coast guard (even though they probably would've just given him a ride)

Post-Crisis 3 (Green Arrow: Year One)

Andy Diggle kept the fandom of Howard Hill, but this time Ollie was buying his bow at a charity auction, after a few too many drinks he made a fool of himself and decided he would invite himself on his security guards vacation(using the Queen yacht).

Turns out "vacation" was really code for stealing $14 million and dumping Ollie into the ocean

Ollie washes up on an island that's a little less deserted then usual. Finding a village without any living people he was able to craft a bow and gain the skills needed to survive, but when he tries to get help from a passing plane....danger!

Ollie kills some folks and gets blowed up a bit, ends up with a bone sticking out his arm. Luckily a "worker" from the nearby opium slave farm helped him heal, and gives him a little something to deal with the pain, which works until his arm is healed, then he just needs to heal his new addiction.

Freshly clean he finds Howard Hills bow and gets ready for the final showdown, in the chaos that ensues he helps the escaped slaves takes down the entire cartel. Afterwards he's able to convince everyone that showed up(maybe the Navy?) that it was maybe mutineers or a couple stoners or something.

New 52(Green Arrow(2011) #0, 26-28, Secret Origins(2014)#4

In this one we get a partying Ollie throwing a rager on one of his father's offshore oil rigs, which is attacked by high tech pirates, who want to steal the oil, but Ollie intervenes, and chaos ensues.

Everybody dies (except a Merlyn fill-in)

After drifting to the island he hones his skills to become a skilled hunter, up until he's kidnapped and tortured for a few weeks until he made a daring escape(murder may have been involved)

Once out he fought the man that set up the entire thing, he didn't know it at the time, but it was his daddy

His father held a magic arrow and saw the future and what it would take to make Oliver become Green Arrow so he set it all up himself.

A couple weeks later his rescue boat arrived and Ollie clocks in about 12 months on that island

A Justice League comic hinted at Aquaman helped Ollie get off the island, but that didn't go anywhere

Anything I miss?

[ao3feed-timkon]

Bury me in analog

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/tRe9Ts6

by Ghost_dad

Words: 1489, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Wally West

Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper, Tim Drake & Roy Harper & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Roy Harper is a Little Shit, stoners, punks, Roy is punk as folk, lol, 420, Alcohol, Tim Drake and Dick Grayson are Siblings, Tim Drake and Jason Todd are Siblings, Sibling Bonding, Roy and Jason are roommates, NO CAPES, They Still Have Powers Though, their just not super heros, Alternate Universe - Punk, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Vomiting, Non-Explicit Sex

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

I don't know why I'm like this, I don't know

by Bean_Cc

Jason tood is in his junior year of high school but when he meets Roy Harper his life is turned upside down. Will he be able to navigate through his teenage feelings and years ?

Words: 824, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne, Koriand'r (DCU), Wally West, Raven (Teen Titans), Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bart Allen

Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Rose Wilson, Artemis of Bana-Mighdall & Bizarro (DCU) & Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Additional Tags: Asexual Character, Trans Character, Bisexual Jason Todd, Bisexual Tim Drake, Stoner Tim Drake, Jewish Bruce Wayne, Jewish Dick Grayson, Jewish Tim Drake, Hispanic Jason Todd, Coming of Age, Coming Out, Fluff and Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Underage Drinking, Underage Smoking, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Awkward Crush, Mute Cassandra Cain, Disabled Character, Autistic Jason Todd, Autistic Tim Drake, Autistic Damian Wayne, Autistic Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Has ADHD, Stephanie Brown Has ADHD, Lesbian Character, Jason Todd Has Feelings, Jason Todd Has Mental Health Issues

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44902990

[ao3feed-birdflash]

Bury me in analog

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SDWx3Ff

by Ghost_dad

Words: 1489, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Wally West

Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper, Tim Drake & Roy Harper & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Roy Harper is a Little Shit, stoners, punks, Roy is punk as folk, lol, 420, Alcohol, Tim Drake and Dick Grayson are Siblings, Tim Drake and Jason Todd are Siblings, Sibling Bonding, Roy and Jason are roommates, NO CAPES, They Still Have Powers Though, their just not super heros, Alternate Universe - Punk, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Vomiting, Non-Explicit Sex

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[kiseiakhun]

I think drive!roy partially came about because my brain was trying to reconcile two different versions of Roy Harper and the answer it came up with was crippling depression

[dccomicsnews]

Review: Young Justice: Outsiders 3x04 - "Private Security"

Review: Young Justice: Outsiders 3×04 – “Private Security”

[Editor’s Note: This review may contain spoilers]

Director: Christopher Berkeley

Writer: Greg Weisman

Starring: Jesse McCartney, Nolan North, Stephanie Lemelin, Jason Spisak, Zehra Fazal, Troy Baker, Khary Payton, Alyson Stoner, Jason Marsden, Greg Cipes

  Summary

Unleash of the Red Arrows! Nightwing continues his search for answers as the looming threat of missing identities continues to rile up…

[batarangsoundsdumb]

alright pal is time i ask the big question

which fics do you recommend us

wouldn't you like to know weather boy?

this is what i've been reading the past few weeks:

le festin - quidhitch (this is clark/bruce and is rated 'm' on ao3) i love this fic to hell and back because it's stupid, doesn't know how to deal with his emotions! bruce wayne and himbo simp! clark kent and a lot of really cute batboys interactions, which i'm always here for.

Color Palette - audreycritter listen, nothing i do or say will ever be better than bruce wayne wearing eyeliner in the 80s and doing a youtube video with stephanie brown. go read this this instant or perish.

It Wouldn't Be Make Believe (If You Believed Me) - poisonivory (damian wayne/jon kent) damian is a brat and i love him so much. okay hear me out: college students, right? right? undercover mission, right? right? fake dating au, right? right? right? yeah that's all.

Paint Cans and Sneaking Out - batshit_bogs (@batshit-birds) damian is bastard (affectionate) just,,, look at him with his little friends and his little shenanigans i love that little dude so much.

Plagiarism Is Not a Joke, Batman - good_ho_mens 23 year old bruce wayne has the energy of a grandpa yelling 'get off my lawn'

Enhanced Fashion Sense Is A Perk Of Being A Cat - hey_its_lyn a tim drake au where he's raised by catwoman is something that can be so personal-

miss twenty-something - quidhitch feelings. are something that i have. and am reminded of having. everytime. i think of this fic. jason-centric, there's a cat, wonderful writing, jayroy, just read it.

The Big Book - Chimie_Chat i,,,, i love roy harper so much it hurts. my boy-my man, look at him doing his best and trying to recover and being *screams into the void* (jayroy, alcoholism, and the titans are there too)

American Ninja Worrier - DangerBeckett tim,,, why are you like this? the novel. (tim gets an intern, apparently that doesn't go over well with his siblings)

Iris West and the Multiple Resurrections of Eobard Thawne - poppiesandsunflowers flashfam serial killer au! but theyre really just killing one (1) guy so it's okay. (this one is *chefs kiss* and a mandatory read for the stoner tim drake cinematic universe)

how about we run it all through again? - poppiesandsunflowers babe,, why do you gotta do me like this. wally- my beloved, are you ok? are you ok???? (time travel sucks, just ask wally)

(fic recs one and two)

[arkhamslvts]

Consent is actually so fucking sexy, it’s so damn fucking hot, I’m gonna cry

“Is this okay?”

“You like this? Pretty girl..”

“May I removed your clothes? ‘m can’t control myself..”

IM CUMMING EVERYWHERE. (Im so bad at writing examples, im so sorry)

CONSENT IS SO HOT !!! SO SO SO HOT & IM USING THIS TO TALK AB CAMPUS STONER!ROY

it doesn’t matter how high you both are, how giggly and needy you get, roy always checks in. his kisses are gentle, and before he touches you he always asks “you alright baby? is this good” he likes hearing it, he likes making sure you’re enjoying it. his lips press against your neck, but before he gets the chance to leaves a mark, he looks up, eyes half lidded and red “can i leave a mark baby.. just one?” and who would you be to deny such a nice request. his hands are between your thighs, only gently rubbing them, he kisses gently as always, sighing as if it brought him the most pleasure in the world “such a pretty girl.. is this good baby?”

bonus: him finishing giving you head & looking up at you, lips still damp and he asks you “was that good, did you like that?”

[albatmobile]

The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 3

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: M | TW: addiction mention | 6.5k fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter Three: Work is Easy...| ao3 - wattpad

You show up two minutes after the set time even though you’ve been waiting in the parking lot for fifteen minutes. After calculating how long it'll take you to walk up, you decide on an inconspicuous four minutes before the expected time to start your trek up to their apartment.

Definitely not overthinking anything or overreacting in any way. You? No way. Not at all.

The building is as shitty as your freshman year college dorm with dulled, florescent-lit hallways, though you expect just as much, considering you’ve pulled up to the slums of Gotham.

While some people are scattered about the hallways, no one seems to pay you much mind. It’s a relief because now you're free to worry in peace. Not to mention, the last thing you want to do is draw too much attention to yourself on this side of town. Even though you’d grown up in the area, you can never be too cautious.

You know as soon as you reach the address that it’s theirs. The door is covered in gaudy shit like a flower wreath, complete with a sign that reads ‘Bless this Apartment’ with angels around it. 

You internally gag at the horrid decor and wonder if it truly is just Roy, Jason, and a kid. What, do they have a minivan now, too, or something?

You check your clock to see that you’re right on time, so you send Damian a quick message to let him know you’ve arrived and take a deep breath.

Two minutes after your set time, you finally knock on the door.

You don’t have to wait long, seeing as the door opens immediately to reveal an unfamiliar yet familiar face.

God, it’s been so fucking long.

You choke down the random urge to cry and fight the other urge to hug the big-ass doofus in front of you. You have to play it cool.

“I was wondering how long you were gonna stand out there,” Roy says as he leans casually against the door frame. You can’t help but notice that his arms are way more filled out than you remember. Even as a senior, Roy had muscles, but this? Even through the sleeves of his hoodie, you can see that this is a whole other level of strength.

You don’t understand what Damian meant about Roy's supposed addiction. His face still looks like a typical stoner. Aside from his overgrown stubble, you notice that his kind, gorgeous, light green eyes have changed the most drastically, though you can’t quite place why.

He seems to notice you eyeing him up because he noticeably begins rubbing at his arms. Well, arm, considering he only seems concerned with the right one by the looks of it.

It’s only then that you see the red, wretched-looking scars that reach out from underneath one of his long sleeves. You’re immediately smacked in the face with heat, feeling a blush of embarrassment fan across your cheeks. 

Damian had mentioned an addiction, but heroin?

You need to divert attention away from his arms and fast.

“I was just texting someone in case you were actually planning to kill me or some shit.” It's a complete lie, one that makes entirely no sense, but your brain is currently short-circuiting, trying to put new Roy and old Roy together. 

No matter what you do, you can't seem to make sense of the man in front of you.

“Still paranoid, princess?” Roy holds up his hands with a smirk. It’s then you notice that his right hand is black and metallic- just how exactly did you miss that? Roy swiftly shoves it behind his back and you politely continue on like you haven’t noticed.

It seems like you're going to be doing a lot of that today.

A lot has changed.

“No,” you shamefully admit, wishing your blush would fuck the fuck off. Not that Roy’s old nickname for you helped any.

"I’m still not scared of Damian, by the way, so I'm not sure what help he’d be.” Of course he’d know exactly who you'd been texting. “You wanna come in?” he says, removing his arm from the doorway to motion you inward.

Do you want to come in?

No.

You want to go home and crawl up in your bed and pretend like they hadn't even texted you in the first place.

But you're here.

You look into his eyes hesitantly before nodding. 

You're still trying to make sense of this whole thing and not be awkward at the same time, but you don’t know how when all you want to do is stare at your ex-friend until you memorize every part of his foreign body.

Wait, that sounds wrong. You start over.

You just want to run your hands through his fiery locks to make sure he still smells the same. Okay, fuck it, you ditch your train of thought entirely before you start blushing again as you brush past him to go inside.

You catch a whiff of whatever body wash he uses and are extremely disappointed in yourself when it leaves you dizzy upon contact. Okay, so he doesn't smell the same exactly, but it's still intoxicating, nonetheless.

“Alrighty then,” he laughs to himself as you continue to take everything in.

It’s completely domestic and you can't help but cringe when you see that the tacky decorations continue inside. 

There’s shit everywhere, including the remains of a pillow fort next to the tv in the living room. In the kitchen, you see the first real evidence of a child: crudely drawn drawings plastered over the cheap fridge.

You nearly miss the artwork, though, through the mess. You're quickly affronted by the sight of plastic plates practically falling out of the trashcan and a sink that’s seemingly disappeared under a pile of petrified dishes.

You gag silently and fight the urge to get on your hands and knees and clean everything in sight.

Roy seems to notice as he runs a sheepish hand through his stringy hair. “Yeah, not exactly the cleanest, but that hasn’t really changed now, has it?”

You nod, thinking back to all those times you had to organize his backpack so that he could find his notes. “I’m more surprised your cleaning habits rubbed off on Jason and not the other way around.”

You both smile at each other, basking in what you know. It’s a safe zone and safe is good. Especially right now when all you want to do is bolt.

You'd known Jason to be as much of a clean freak as you've always been, especially when it came to cooking.

Jason was the only one who never dared to comment on the cleanliness of your apartment the one time he and Roy came over to pick you up. It was a place not even Damian had been to. You were too embarrassed at the time when his house was a whole fucking manor in Bristol and yours was an empty, shitty apartment in The Bowery.

You remembered trying to clean it as best you could, but, just like Jason and Roy's apartment, it was a shithole to begin with, so cleaning only helped so much. Not like your parents were around enough to help out with chores, let alone much of anything else. 

"Yeah, well,” another sheepish grin from the redhead that leaves your stomach flipping, “full-time job and kid doesn't exactly leave time to clean.” He shrugs a bit. “Speaking of, let me go grab her.”

Ah, yes. The reason you're here in the first place.

While he's gone, you look around, noticing framed photos of a little girl, who you assume to be their kid, though there's not much else to go by. The place is technically decorated, yet it still feels somewhat impersonal.

Roy returns a few seconds later, hand-in-hand with a dark-haired little girl. Meanwhile, his right one remains concealed behind his giant back. “Lian, this is,” he pauses briefly after saying your name, “possibly your new babysitter?”

You crouch a bit, giving her a tiny wave, “It’s nice to meet you, Lian.”

She huddles further into Roy’s muscular side as she shies away from you.

Roy rubs at the back of his head with his prosthetic hand (arm? You couldn’t be sure with the long sleeves) while the other remains on Lian. “She takes a little while to warm up to new people,” he tries to assure you, so you nod, never having interacted with a child for this long before, anyway. You can't help but feel pained with how he refers to you. How are you new when he's the one who went M.I.A.? “Don’t get discouraged.”

You don't have to worry there, Roy, you think humorlessly. After all, you should be used to it by now with them.

“It’s all good,” you say instead of voicing your actual thoughts, giving Lian a thumbs up as you stand back up. “I’m shy sometimes, too,” you admit, causing the girl to meet your eyes for the first time.

Roy clears a seat for you on the couch next to him and Lian. You end up sitting on one side of Roy while she clings to his other side.

The close proximity is enough to leave you gasping for air.

This is too casual. Way too casual for what happened.

“So, you never answered my question from the other night,” his eyebrows wiggle up and down playfully as he speaks.

“Couldn’t hardly recognize your voice, dipshi- oot.” You barely manage to catch yourself from cursing in front of Lian, who keeps peeking out around Roy’s bicep to get a better look at you.

You give her a tiny smile, but instead of smiling back, she just seeks cover behind her dad again. You wish she'd stop because all it does is draw your attention to those sinful, rippling muscles and once you're looking, it's hard to force your attention away.

“She doesn’t bite, right?” he teases your name, inadvertently causing you to shiver. “Maybe not the right reassurance.” He throws a quick wink your way.

You roll your eyes before you can stop yourself. “One-track mind still in full effect, I see.”

Had he seen you checking him out? Oh, god, please say no.

He laughs mirthfully, “You’ve always been fun to tease. Can you blame me?”

“Excuse me,” you and Roy turn to Lian, who speaks up suddenly.

“What’s up, kid?” Roy asks, giving her a pat on her little head.

“I can braid.” She nods your way shyly.

Roy smirks at you. “Oh, yeah. She’s really into braiding right now,” he says, pointing to the little braid underneath the rest of his hair to further his statement.

Lian nods, confirming this before speaking further, “Your hair is prettier than my dad’s.”

“Okay,” you say as you hesitantly run your fingers through your hair. 

You don't really want a kid to rip it out after you’ve carefully taken the time to dry it properly after your shower earlier. You want to make a good impression ultimately wins out, though and you slip to the floor in front of Lian to offer her your hair by turning and placing it on her lap.

She gently takes your hair and runs her fingers through it a few times. “You smell nice.”

It’s the only warning you get before she’s off, wrestling at the hair she's sectioned off.

“Wow, you’ve got a strong grip there,” you say through gritted teeth as she makes a particularly hard tug.

“She’s very strong, right, Lian?” Roy throws slow, fake punches around her that she dodges with ease.

“I have super ninja strength, probably,” she says as she continues to torment your scalp.

“I can tell.  Superman would totally be jealous.” You face your head up a bit more so she can see your smile.

She laughs as she quickly pushes your face back down. “I love Superman and Superboy.”

Kids always like Superman, you internally roll your eyes, but everyone who’s anyone knows that Batman is where it's at.

“They’re alright." You aren’t about to go on a comic book rant to a four-year-old. You hear Roy snort from next to Lian on the couch, but you don’t dare mess up whatever progress she’s made on the braid for fear of having your face pushed down again. “Do you like Batman?” You feel the girl shrug, leaving you to turn in her direction and gasp dramatically, “What?!”

“I like Superboy a lot.” She looks at you expectantly.

You turn around to shoot Roy a dirty glance. “This is sacrilege.”

“Glad to know you’re still a nerd,” he sighs with fake exasperation.

You wave him off as your face is pushed down and forced frontward once again by an impatient Lian.

“Stay still.”

You apologize and get back into braiding position with your back pressed up against the couch

“So, are you taking classes?” Roy shifts over more so you can see him without punishment for moving from Lian. He’s counting on his fingers. “You’re 19, right? Sophomore?”

“You’ve been gone for too long.” It’s the first time either of you admits it out loud, but it’s true. The last time you saw him was when you were 15. “No, not a sophomore. Yes, 19, but I'm turning 20 in a few months,” you clarify for seemingly no reason, though you both know exactly why you've said it.

“I hardly doubt you skipped out on college.”

You can tell he's trying to piece everything together, so you help him out by further elaborating.

“You already said it,” you sigh, suddenly feeling the weight of this meeting again. “This nerd took all AP courses Junior and Senior year, so I only went to college for one year.”

Roy’s eyes widen at this piece of information. “You already graduated college?”

“Not like I had the money to stick around much longer than that,” you glance away from him with embarrassment, "you know, even with the scholarships and all."

Jason and Roy had both grown up around wealth, not that you're able to tell from their tacky apartment now, but what they had available to them back then is still nothing you’ve ever experienced.

“Pesky student loans,” he says as he tries to lighten the mood, but your stomach is already feeling sick with anxiety now that you've dug into the taboo topic.

Luckily, the conversation gets cut short before either of you can make further fools of yourselves.

The door opens suddenly and shuts quietly as Jason slips in without glancing up from his phone. You and Roy are both silent as Jason comes in and doesn’t seem to notice you or, more likely, doesn’t want to. 

You watch his movements out of the corner of your eyes from where you sit on the floor. If he's going to ignore you, you definitely have no trouble doing the same. This is how you and Jason end up staring in each other’s general direction with crossed arms, refusing to actually look at each other.

Roy, per usual, breaks up the tension with his shit-singing. “Ah, yes,” he teases with his signature wolfish grin, “reunited and it feels so good.”

“Hardly,” you insist with a roll of your eyes.

It's a lie, you know that much, but not one you're willing to let them in on.

Lian tugs your head back with strength you're pretty sure no four-something-year-old should have, effectively startling you out of the moment. “The braid,” is all she says and you nod while leaning back further to give her a better angle.

“You still have that scar.” It’s a simple, somewhat off-handed thing to say in all the awkwardness, yet completely how you remembered Jason. It would be the first thing he mentions, seeing as he'd spent years lamenting over how you got it in the first place.

“Yeah, it’s a scar,” you state, obviously not really wanting to get into the encounter that had just recently stopped haunting your dreams. “You'd know all about that, though.” You glance up at his somewhat familiar scars scattered across his cheekbones. It’s too much for you to reminisce, so you change the subject before you can ask yourself why you even want the conversation to continue. “Guess I missed the protein shake diet memo?”

As many elephants as there are in this tiny apartment, one of the smaller ones seemed to be that both Jason and Roy had god-like, insane-looking muscles. You can only imagine what's going on under those clothes, though- NO! No, not doing this, you steel yourself.

Focus.

It’s then that you notice all the to-go containers lying around. “I’m surprised Jason doesn’t cook for you.”

The raven-haired man shrugs and gestures to Roy and Lian, who are sitting on the couch. "It's hard to cook when you have a loving boyfriend and child.”

You scrunch up your nose and don’t realize you have before it’s too late. You blame it on it being hard to see just how much has changed. Well, supposedly, you remind yourself. You still can’t necessarily bring yourself to buy this whole lovey-dovey little story they're shoving down your throat.

“We were just talking about what she’s been up to,” Roy supplements into the awkward silence that's settled across the room.

You and Jason have always been like oil and vinegar. They may taste pretty good together, but they don’t and never will, mix.

In the past, you were always at odds and ends with each other, always on each other’s nerves, always testing each other, always pushing each other's limits. You remember now, in this moment, just how exhausting and thrilling it was. 

You're only getting a little taste of it now and you can’t deny a part of you yearns for more of him.

“College, right?” Jason settles into the couch beside Roy with careful steps as he gets closer to you. It's as if he’s scared he’ll startle you away. That, or maybe he's too disgusted to be near you. You can’t quite tell after his dramatic entrance.

“I graduated last year,” you fill him in on the AP’s you took after both of them vanished into thin air. “I work freelance programming now, so that’s pretty much it.”

Now on to where the fuck you guys have been, you think to yourself. You glance up at Jason out of the corner of your eyes, watching as he reaches over to ruffle Lian’s hair with familiar ease.

You know the fucker can see you staring, but you don’t care. It almost becomes a challenge to see if he'll meet you head-on.

He does.

Predictable, you think with a barely concealed smirk as you meet his bright green eyes for the first time in years. The smirk quickly falters, though and it becomes difficult to swallow as you feel your anxiety jam itself heavily into your throat at the shared eye contact.

Aside from the sounds coming from Lian’s frustration with your hair, it's completely silent as you take each other in.

“I know we both owe you some kind of explanation.”

It's weird seeing how Roy now seems to be the voice of reason throughout this whole ordeal when it always used to be Jason or you.

Things really have changed.

It's just like you've silently feared, making it harder to distance yourself from them. Even though you aren’t sure if distancing yourself is even what you want, you can't deny that you'd come running as soon as they came knocking.

“You think?” you butt in. “My friends just disappear for years and now you’re some ripped gay fucks who need me to look after your child?” You can't help but get up to pace around, unable to hold in your doubts any longer. “Look, I don’t even believe this shit. You,” you say, abruptly turning to Roy, “were banging multiple chicks a night for the entire year I knew you and you,” you don’t even bother pointing or looking at Jason directly and instead focus on the ceiling, “were so busy being an angst king to even want to fuck anyone.”

“That’s not even true,” Jason huffs, crossing his arms. “I’m not an angst king.” His mouth downturns a bit, only further proving his angstiness.

Instead of being offended, Roy just grins. “What, you want to see us make out that bad or something? Some kinky shit there,” he says your last name. “I’m surprised," he says, though doesn't actually sound surprised, "you used to be such a goody-two-shoes.”

You think back to all the nights you snuck off to smoke pot with them in the manor, skipped class, or even to the shit you didn’t necessarily remember, like your first high school party.

“That’s not exactly how I remember it, but okay.”

You cross your arms again when you feel Jason’s stare on you, not that you'd actually know since you haven’t looked in his direction since the unofficial staring contest ended.

Roy shrugs and wastes no time in covering Jason's body with his own. Jason scoffs but pulls him in for an exaggerated, wet kiss nonetheless.

You're so busy staring at your two ex-friends going at each other’s mouths that you don’t notice Lian sidle up next to you on the floor. She pulls on your leggings, forcing your eyes away from something that you admittedly don’t want to as their sloppy sounds become louder with each passing moment.

You're confused enough as it is, but now you're left blushing like a virgin over them making out.

You forget, once again, that Lian is next to you until her quiet whisper reaches your ears, “Family.”

It’s almost too rehearsed. Your eyebrows shoot up inadvertently at the little girl.

Standing there with your half-braided hair, you've seen enough.

“Okay, enough, fuck- shoot.” You quickly look at Lian and then at her apparent dads. “You see this?” You motion around exasperatedly at the gaudy fucking decorations, to the horndogs on the couch, then finally to the little girl beside you. “This isn’t going to work.”

They look dejected as they wipe away the trail of saliva stringing from their mouths. It may be harsh, but they need to know the truth.

You haven’t talked to them in years, you're shit with kids and this is an uncomfortable position to be put in when you can’t deny your old feelings for them are very much coming back. Aggressively. It had already caused enough strain on your relationship the one year you'd hung out with them, but now? As adults? This shit is even messier. Throw a kid into the mix and you've got yourself a certified fucking shit show.

Nope, no thanks.

“You’re a freelance programmer,” Jason says your name, causing your heart to jump uncomfortably. “Think of it as working two jobs in one.”

Always one to get back to business.

“Just a business deal?” The hell is your life coming to? How does this make the situation any different? You think of the cash and how you struggle to pay rent, let alone all of your other bills. “After all these years of me complaining about how annoying these cretins are, why would you even choose me to babysit in the first place?”

The unanswered question of why you haven’t talked for over five years hangs heavy in the room.

The unanswered question ends up getting answered by Jason, no less, in ever the unhelpful manner. He looks dead at you and taunts you monotonously, “Pick me, choose me.”

You can't help but gasp.

Seriously? The fucking audacity. And how is this not further proving his angst-king nature?

You flip him off and face Roy after, once again, crossing your arms.

Roy has the decency to look somewhat abashed for his supposed boyfriend.

“What?” He runs a hand through his long, greasy hair, though all you can focus on is how his forearms flex and bulge in the process. “We’ve known you forever.” He looks up as if thinking of the points on the spot. “You’ll cook her actual food,” he points out with raised eyebrows, seemingly impressed that he managed to weave your earlier point into his argument.

“And you know self-defense,” Jason adds helpfully for once.

Roy snaps his fingers. “Right, that. Plus, we miss you.” Roy looks over to Jason, who ducks his head in response. “Both of us.”

“And you’re a people pleaser too, so,” Jason ends his sentence as if it’s obvious you’ll say yes, which annoys the shit out of you because you don't want to say yes. He's changed physically, yet, underneath it all, he's still the same annoying, presumptuous asshole you've always known.

Great.

Then there's Roy, staring you down after all these years whilst giving you with his iconic green puppy dog eyes. All the while, Lian tugs your head back in an attempt to finish her braid.

Meanwhile, Jason's still brooding as ever, refusing to give you any sort of clue as to what he's actually thinking.

Just like old times.

Well, you think back to Lian, almost.

You sigh and then look at both of them. What the fuck are you doing?

“Weekly pay, you stingy whores.” You stare down at your unpainted nails while the two of them glance at each other. “When do you need me to start?”

••

Turns out they need someone the next day and you return just in time to see Jason heading out.

“Roy said you were coming.” Jason nods in your direction from where he stands in the kitchen. It appears he's still refusing to make eye contact with you.  

Whatever.

“Yup,” you answer the obvious as you plop your shit down onto the cluttered kitchen counter.

“She hasn’t eaten yet. She’ll probably want Chinese food or pizza, so,” Jason says before awkwardly sliding $40 across the counter.

“I can just cook.” 

He looks at you now like he's also being flooded with memories of the times you’d cooked together. Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to look at you. Maybe it’s just as painful for them to see you again as it is for you to see them.

He clears his throat as he looks away to the fridge. “It's probably not what you're used to me having.” Jason, well, the manor, always had every single ingredient anyone could ever need to cook any type of meal and then some.

You walk to his side of the counter to open it up, only to be met by packs of beer, packets of ketchup and a few cracked eggs.

“Do you have flour and butter?”

In response, he opens a cabinet to reveal a shit ton of spices. At least you won’t have to worry on that front.

“We have Wonderbread and olive oil,” he lists off as he searches around a bit more. From the top cupboard, you’re able to see syrup.

“I can make something with that.” You point to the top shelf he was rifling through.

He nods and brings down the pancake syrup for you to use. He obviously remembers that you wouldn’t be able to reach on your own without having to climb on the counters like you used to do during your cooking sessions at the manor.

You reminisce fondly, remembering how your days in the kitchen with Jason always made Damian upset. It was supposedly because 'you wouldn’t paint with him,' but you know it's just because he couldn't (and still can't, for that matter) cook for shit. Plus, you're a woman of many talents and sometimes a bitch just wants a fresh scone, okay?

You'd never admit it out loud, but Jason’s recipe always turned out better than your own and you've been craving them since the last time you saw him.

“I’m still leaving the money in case you want to order groceries or something." You can't help but feel the awkwardness lingering between the two of you. He taps at the counter a bit before grabbing his keys. “Lian’s watching a movie in our room right now.” Somehow, you keep forgetting they're dating. Part of you wants to doubt it still but after the kiss, you're pretty sure it's all real. “I’ve gotta head out, though. Roy’s waiting.”

You smile a bit, but it feels fake even to you. “Have a good shift, I guess?”

“Sure,” Jason huffs somewhat amusedly as he unlocks the front door. “Our numbers are on the fridge if you need anything, but you might want to call the other fuckers on there if we’re not responding.”

Other fuckers? 

You give a thumbs up as he locks the door behind himself. You go to the fridge to see Dick, Tim and Barbara’s numbers splayed across a page that Lian clearly wrote in crayon. Well, you remind yourself, it could also easily be Roy’s shitty ass handwriting. You think back to all the assignments you’d helped him with and how his handwriting basically made it impossible for you to use any of the notes- if he’d even bothered to take any anyway.

You look around at the mess, really wanting to clean it up, but decide to say greet Lian first.

“Hey,” you say as you awkwardly stand in the doorway, not wanting to intrude on her parents’ private space. “What’s up?” She gives you a shy look, so you try again. “What movie are you watching?” She hesitantly maneuvers the screen so you can see a Spider-Man cartoon playing. “You know, I once thought I saw Spider-Man,” you start, nodding seriously when she shoots you a skeptical gaze. “Yup, he was swinging around right in this neighborhood!”

She sits up straighter as she listens to you. “Nuh-uh,” she shook her head and set the iPad down, “he’s from New York.”

You smile, impressed she knows that piece of information. Jason's going to be so pissed you're making his daughter into exactly what he called you- a certified nerd. 

“Lian,” you say seriously. “I saw string and someone swinging on it, so you tell me.”

Her mouth gapes open. “No way.”

You nod, pointing to her screen where the webbed hero is swinging from building to building. “Just like that.”

“Wow.” Her voice sounds monotonous, but her face looks up at you like you've just told her she can eat candy for every meal forever.

You switch the topic. “Are you hungry?” She gives you so-so hands. “Want to come shopping with me?” She nods a bit, so you motion for her to follow you into the main room, where the kitchen and living room are. “Where are your shoes?” Without a word, she disappears and returns with light-up Superman sneakers. Of course.

“Do you need help?” You gesture to her shoes, but she shakes her head 'no' and plops down to put them on. While she fusses with the Velcro, you pick up a majority of the trash in the kitchen before grabbing the one from the full trash can to throw away when you leave.

Lian hops up from behind you and grabs a tiny purse from one of the bar stools tucked into the very same island that you and Jason had used to avoid each other earlier. “Ready.”

With this, you grab the money off the counter and take off.

You used to go to the grocery store that’s a block away from their apartment all the time, so you forego the car and walk hand-in-hand with Lian down the street.

You grab a couple of essentials before heading out of the shop with three bags worth of groceries and less than a dollar in change. This might not have been the best idea, though, as you now realize that both your arms are completely filled and completely useless to defend you or Lian with. The sun is still out, you note gratefully, albeit just barely, though.

You hesitate to leave the safety of the store, then remember the intense self-defense training the Wayne's had put you through after that one incident… You can't help but shudder at the memory.

“Stay close to me,” you tell Lian, who tries to reach for one of your hands, but it’s too much to hold both bags and her hand at the same time. “I can’t hold your hand, but you can hold my leggings.” You stick your leg outward towards her and she picks up the cue to grab at the material of your pants like she'd done earlier.

You get back safe, but you definitely now understand why Jason had said grocery delivery. It isn’t safe for you to be walking alone around this neighborhood, especially with their kid, you admonish yourself. The only real thing stopping you from doing so is how expensive grocery delivery is.

For now, though, you have dinner at least.

You finish putting away the groceries while Lian sits on the couch, humming along to the Spider-Man theme song.

“You want tacos, chicken parm, or French toast?” you tack on the last option after you remember Jason pulling down the syrup for you.

“Chicken.”

“That’s Italian,” you clarify, just to be sure. You know kids can be picky fucks and don’t want to have to cook twice. Also, because you definitely want to appease this sweet little girl. “Is that okay?”

“Mhm,” she says, wiggling her feet that are sticking off the couch.

Cute.

You realize quickly enough that all the utensils you need are somewhere within the piles, yes, plural, of dishes in and around the sink, so you start washing. After the first round of dishes has been cleared into the dishwasher, you hand wash and towel dry the rest as you needed most of it to cook with.

You sigh. It's already been half an hour and you haven’t even started. “You still okay?” you call out.

“Yeah?” She looks at you like you told a weird joke. 

Your parents had never been around to do anything close to this, so this whole caregiver role is completely foreign territory for you.

You nod, figuring you can at least wipe down the newly cleared counters and sink before starting to cook.

“Would you want to help me?” You feel her rather than hear her, reminding you of Damian’s ninja-ass, when she comes to stand beside you. “We’re going to start the pasta water and then bread the chicken, okay?”

She nods like she’s done it so many times before, even though she seems to have no prior cooking experience.

You fall into companionable silence as Spider-Man drones on from the iPad behind the two of you. Occasionally you have to help her, but for the most part, she does a really good job on her own. You stick the chicken you fried into a pan and dump vodka sauce across them, adding fresh mozzarella on top before sticking it in the oven.

You hold up Lian so she can dump the pasta into the boiling water and salt it, then set her back down so she can return to the couch.

“I’m hungry,” she complains, rubbing petulantly at her stomach as she sits down.

Yours grumbles back in response as you clean up the kitchen again. This time, from your mess. “Should be done here soon,” you reassure her.

When it’s finally ready moments later, Lian digs in wholeheartedly. “Are you a chef? Do you have a restaurant?”

You laugh and begin eating, too, “No, just love to cook.”

“I want to cook just like you.” The little girl stares at you with pure determination and a mouth full of pasta.

You wink at her, wiping her messy, sauce-ridden mouth with a Halloween napkin you’d found in one of the kitchen drawers. “I’ll teach you, then.” You twirl a bite into your fork. “Your dad can cook, too.” She wrinkles her nose quickly. “Not Roy,” you laugh, but she just looks at you with confusion. “Your other dad?”

She just shakes her head in confusion.

Okay…

Doubt sets in again that Roy and Jason aren't actually together. 

Sure, they may have made out with each other, but you're pretty sure you'd remembered seeing them do that before, though you couldn't be quite sure with how wasted you'd been.

The rest of the night goes by in a blur of princess dresses and Lian forcing her Ariel makeup palette onto your face. You don’t even want to know what your face looks like after her purple eyeshadow and bright red lipstick assault, but it’s probably for the best.

It’s during your princess tea party, technically apple juice party, that she begins to nod off. You claim you’re also tired, which is enough for her to slip down from her seat.

Works for you, you shrug as you help her prepare for bed by washing off her makeup and helping her brush her teeth. You tuck her into bed a few minutes later, but her tiny arm shoots out from under her Superman sheets, effectively stopping you from leaving her tiny room.

“My daddy reads to me.”

Dad. Singular.

You squint your eyes a bit at the information but file it away for later.

You pick up the closest book you can find while she wiggles to get comfortable under Superman's laser beams on her blanket and sit on the floor beside her bed to read the first page of Goodnight Moon. You continue reading to her until, eventually, her breathing evens out and soft snores begin to fill the room.

You quietly get up from the floor, trying not to disturb Lian as you put away the book and turn out the lights. 

Once the door is clicked shut behind you, you grab your bag from the kitchen counter that has your laptop in it and make off toward the living room to finish your most recent gig. If there's ever a time to get shit done, it's now.

You try to clear off a spot on the couch, but the whole room is a complete disaster after your play session with Lian. You remind yourself that it wasn’t exactly the cleanest to begin with, though, as you sigh and get up to straighten up the mess.

Once done, you sit back down to work only to immediately have to use the bathroom. Which is, you remind yourself sadly as you walk back in, just as messy as the living room and kitchen had been. You sigh even bigger this time as you set to work, scrubbing at the built-up grime. This whole fucking apartment is going to be clean by the time you're gone, so help you god. You'll finish cleaning even if- you yawn, disrupting your thoughts- it kills you... You yawn again, this time deep enough to bring tears to both of your aching eyes.

You don’t even notice your eyes becoming heavier and heavier with each movement until you find your head pressed gently against someone’s delicious-smelling towel.

Just a little break before work and then you'll be good to go. You nod at your logic, curling back into what your sleep-hazed mind convinces you is a blanket.

“God DAMN!” You wake with a start at the deep voice reverberating throughout the apartment, followed by a quick ‘shush.’

You feel drool on the towel you were apparently spooning and cringe. 

You’re still in the process of coming to when you catch a bright glint of red limping around the living room and hear more grunts of pain. You’re more awake now and about to get up when you hear Roy’s familiar voice telling whoever’s groaning to shut up. 

You smile sleepily at his voice as you close your eyes again. You snuggle back up into the woodsy-smelling towel and fall into a dreamless sleep until you hear Roy’s voice again. This time, though, it sounds as if he's right next to you.

He stinks.

You wrinkle your nose at his offending scent, leaving him laugh lightly. “Go back to sleep, princess,” you smack him lightly on account of the old nickname as he picks you up, but soon you’re snoring again.

You wake up a few hours later on the completely cleared-off couch (thanks to you, you might add) with a blanket laid on top of you and a nearly missed deadline. You look around the room with bleary eyes to find Roy and Jason eating leftovers in the kitchen.

As if knowing you’re awake, Roy cheers his fork in your direction. “Still as good a chef as ever.”

You yawn and rub the sleep from your eyes, realizing too late the makeup escapade Lian had done on your face earlier still remains. 

“The fuck do you guys do for work again?” you manage with a groggy voice while opening your computer to finish your assignment for the week. Said week ending in T-minus 24 hours.

You begrudgingly realize that you’re going to have to pull an all-nighter, sending your mind reeling back to the days of Tim, studying and the inordinate amount of coffee that man could drink. 

“Freelance,” Jason tones monotonously.

You don’t even realize you stay there the whole day until Jason and Roy are already headed out the door again and Lian is up and begging for breakfast.

This really better not become a habit. 

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Young Justice S3 Master Post

Young Justice S3 Confirmed Facts:

The show will return in 2019 with 26 episodes on DC’s streaming service with Greg Weisman and Brandon Vietti returning as showrunners

Descriptions:

“In Young Justice: Outsiders, the teenage Super Heroes of the DC Universe come of age in an animated world of super-powers, Super-Villains and super secrets. In the highly anticipated new season, the team faces its greatest challenge yet as it takes on meta-human trafficking and the terrifying threat it creates for a society caught in the crossfire of a genetic arms race spanning the globe and the galaxy. 

“Since the Reach in season two sort of revealed the Meta-Gene, everyone is getting into the act—first world nations, third world nations, rogue nations, corporations, aliens from outer space. Everyone wants to weaponize the human race and meta-human trafficking is the major thing that our characters are dealing with this season.”

“The plot will focus on metahuman trafficking from both aliens from across the galaxy who have learned that Earth is a source of the meta gene and on earth where evil corporations and corrupt governments are harvesting metas for terrible purposes.”

Returning Cast: Jesse McCartney- Nightwing Danica McKellar- Miss Martian Nolan North- Superboy Khary Payton- Aqualad Cameron Bowen- Robin III Kelly Hu- Cheshire and/or Paula Cook and/or Lian Nguyen-Harper Stephanie Lemelin- Artemis Eric Lopez- Blue Beetle Jason Marsden- Kid Flash II Vanessa Marshall- Black Canary Mark Rolston- Lex Luthor Marina Sirtis- Queen Bee Alyson Stoner- Barbara Gordon

New Cast: Troy Baker- Geoforce Britt Baron- unannounced 

The Team:   Robin- Tim Drake Wonder Girl- Cassie Sandsmark Kid Flash- Bart Allen Spoiler- Stephanie Brown Arrowette- Cissie King-Jones Static- Virgil Hawkins Blue Beetle- Jaime Reyes Thirteen

The Outsiders: Black Lightning- Jefferson Pierce Nightwing- Dick Greyson Superboy-  Kon-El/Conner Kent Tigress- Artemis Geo-Force- Brion Markov Metamorpho- Rex Mason Katana- Tatsu Yamashiro Halo- N/A Forager

Justice League: Black Canary- Dinah Lance Zatanna- Zatanna Zatara

Villains: Darkseid Vandal Savage Lex Luthor Queen Bee

Missing Characters but in Artwork: Beast Boy- Garfield Logan Arsenal- Roy Harper

Characters Missing from Artwork: Miss Martian- M'gann M'orzz Aqualad- Kaldur'ahm Batgirl- Barbara Gordon Red Arrow- Roy Harper Lagoon Boy-  La'gaan Guardian- Mal Duncan Bumblebee- Karen Beecher Rocket- Raquel Ervin

The name Outsiders is a nod to the comic book of the same name

There will be at least a 3 year time jump and new costumes

Streaming service will allow a more adult theme

26 episodes will allow more character-centered episodes

Dick Grayson is entering his 20s

Thirteen has inherited some mystic abilities and is being mentored by Zatanna

Forager is pretty cute, has a certain charm, and is based on Jack Kirby’s New Gods character of the same name.

Stephanie Brown was rescued from the Reach in season 2 by the Team and they inspired her to become Spoiler. She is a martial artist with no powers.

The team will operate out of the Watchtower alongside the Justice League

We will see an expanded Justice League stretched very thin forcing the team to help.

Jack Kirby's Fourth World (New Gods, New Genesis, Apokolips) will play a big part in season three

Season three will explore the world through the eyes of characters who were never sidekicks or heroes but a different group of kids who are developing powers and don’t know what they want in life. This gives characters from previous seasons the chance to step into the lives of these outsiders and help guide them towards a better future.

This creates a double meaning for the subtitle “Outsiders” as the characters are outsiders to the super hero world and the series takes inspiration from the Outsiders comics.

The metahuman trafficking is all done in the public eye creating a scary world to grow up in especially if you have the meta gene.

Lex Luthor will return as the UN secretary

Queen Bee, Vandal Savage, and Black Canary will also return

The show will be going back to its spy roots and the creators consider the show about young people first, spies second and super heroes third.

The team is willing to sacrifice their secret identities as they turn more towards espionage and away from superheroes,  

At the beginning the team is trying not to be recognized as superheroes at all.

The voice actors have finished recording.

First trailer will be released comic con 2018

Weisman would like to do a 4th season

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by Bean_Cc

Jason tood is in his junior year of high school but when he meets Roy Harper his life is turned upside down. Will he be able to navigate through his teenage feelings and years ?

Words: 824, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne, Koriand'r (DCU), Wally West, Raven (Teen Titans), Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bart Allen

Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Rose Wilson, Artemis of Bana-Mighdall & Bizarro (DCU) & Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Additional Tags: Asexual Character, Trans Character, Bisexual Jason Todd, Bisexual Tim Drake, Stoner Tim Drake, Jewish Bruce Wayne, Jewish Dick Grayson, Jewish Tim Drake, Hispanic Jason Todd, Coming of Age, Coming Out, Fluff and Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Underage Drinking, Underage Smoking, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Awkward Crush, Mute Cassandra Cain, Disabled Character, Autistic Jason Todd, Autistic Tim Drake, Autistic Damian Wayne, Autistic Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Has ADHD, Stephanie Brown Has ADHD, Lesbian Character, Jason Todd Has Feelings, Jason Todd Has Mental Health Issues

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