#Yep I talking about you Jason Dick AND ROY

[wandeel]

You think Lian is a sweet, innocent little girl, but she's Cheshire's daughter…she's anything but innocent !

[allovesthings]

In my opinion, the butt jokes are incredibly incredibly tired.

So here are several fun facts about Dick that you can use for comedic effects/running jokes instead:

His hatred of Capes. Listen we are talking about Dick wore a yellow cape for 9 to 10 years in universe Grayson. The moment he changed his costume, he straight refused to ever wear a cape again, the only time he had to wear one, it was as Batman and it was very very frustrating for him.

You know that when he watched the Incredibles with Lian and Roy or Damian and Edna Mode came on screen with her hatred of capes, this was his reaction:

Someone else finally understand him. She instantly became his favorite character.

His tendency to put unknown substances/evidence in his mouth and being able to identify it by taste and his knowledge of what Heroin taste like (yep still not over it).

It's both impressive (the fact that he can actually identify something by taste alone is impressive) and gross and even his closest friends don't understand why he is the way that he is, Do we think it's the Bat training or do we think it's just Dick (tm)... I feel like it has to be just Dick, right ? considering everything in Gotham is a toxin of some kind ? How many heart attack do we think he gave both Bruce and the Titans with that ?

Dick Grayson namer of superhero things: Listen, I just learned that Dick named the Arrowcave and now I just kinda love the idea of a running joke that every time a classic superhero in contact with Robin has a goofy name for something superhero related, it probably comes from the 9 year old superhero who thought it sounded cool.

The Titans are never letting that go and Dick doesn't want to talk about it (but he secretly still really like the names, they were cool when he was 9 and pretty practical when you think about it, thank you very much).

Everyone has a crush on him (tm): Honestly it is pretty funny that everyone and theirs entire family have a crush on Nightwing (and also pretty consistent canon since Raven in ntt). The reaction of the batfam is annoyed because that's gross, it's Dick, theirs brother/son, and the Titans are amused (Donna, Vic, Garth and maybe Wally) or maybe sorta part of the people who have had a crush on him (Kory obviously , Roy, Raven).

You do need to be careful with that, but I think if you do the opposite of what DC is usually doing, you'll be fine.

Also you can also includes the disastrous first date with supergirl in that. She also had a crush on him and they date was so horrible that he considered changing superhero identity because it was so embarrassing (truly one of the greatest plot-point on Superman/batman world finest honestly and this series is genuinely my favorite modern/current series)..

His petty side when he doesn't like someone: Listen, Dick has a petty side, ask Helena circa Outsiders (2003), Talia (always), Jason circa the late 2000s (Morrison era) and Azrael (also always). When he doesn't like people but has to work with them, he is going to be a little shit because they have to know he doesn't like them. it's important. and the comedic potential of Nightwing, one of the most competent, known and admired hero of the community being so petty is excellent. 10 out of 10, I need him to work with someone he hates again just for the fun of it.

The last one is just an headcanon and do not have basis in canon as far as I know:

Sometimes, as an adult, Nightwing says Holy shit in front of a classic superhero and that superhero does a double take because they are so used to him saying Holy goly batman (and that include Batman).

[missbluesunflowersstuff]

Some Dick Grayson headcanon

I did some headcanon based in canon stuff and also random things, this is more around the batkids and Dick . Please respect

All batkids lie to Batman, ALL.OF.THEM and Dick is the one who lie to Batman and the others Robins (he is the oldest child guys, he will use his power for evil for fun)

He worries about Jason a lot and Dick will be happy in listen if Jason needs to talk

He also worries about Damian but for a different reason, and he still has Damian's adoption papers stored in his house (he mentions about wanting to adopt Damian in Nightwing 11)

Dick bond with Tim is pretty strong

He's Clark's favorite Robin and he knows it (Clark can deny it all he wants, but everyone knows it's Dick)

He accepted very well the fact that Damian changed the color of his uniform and turned the R into Redemption (he forgot to tell the boy what Robin was, but now Dick doesn't think it's right for a grown man to throw his moral responsibility onto a child then he is pretty ok with it )

Dick hates very single Bruce's former romantic partners, especially Khoa (Ghostmaker)

When Dick is tired of his siblings shit, he just needs to shout out "Superman" and less than 20min one of them will show up and pick up his brothers

Is Tim doing something potentially dangerous to himself? Here comes Kon carrying Tim like a sack of potatoes in one arm and Bart in another. Is Steph doing something also potentially dangerous to herself? Kara is on her way. Is Damian missing (again)? just one yell is enough and Jon will be landing on the ground while carrying Damian in his arms like a bride

There is this time that Dick ask Krypto (yep, the dog) to pick up the Robin, Dick's smile got bigger and bigger as the dog approached carrying Robin the mouth as if the boy were a puppy. After that, Damian never went two months without giving news about himself to Dick

Dick and Alfred always get the best gifts in the whole house

Dick is the best at reading people, this is not just a matter of body language, but actually understanding the situation and the person themselves. The more time this boy spends with someone, the better he will be able to understand them to the point of seeing transparency even in Bruce's actions

When he was little, during his circus days, he dreamed of being the ringmaster. Nowadays he is so good at reading the room and pulling strings for his own gain that he basically has made his dreams come true

He taught each of his brothers a different circus trick

Everyone blames Bruce for Damian's addiction to adopting pets, the truth is that Bruce just gave the dog, Dick allow Damian keep the cow and Dick encourages the adoption of his little brother's animals just to annoy Bruce and for everyone to blame Bruce even more

If you ask Batman who is the wost Robin, Bruce will say without hesitation that it's Dick and no one will believe in Bruce

Robin!Dick was a very energetic child, he made a lot of jokes and came from the circus and Bruce was a first-time father, so Dick was able to escape from Bruce and the mansion easily

Nowadays the only Robin who can escape Bruce's obsessive surveillance is Damian (who is a fucking ninja)

"You like the boy as if he were your son because he is a menace like you" - Jason Todd

No one believes in Bruce and Jason when they talk how difficult Dick was in the past (Babs, Kor'i, Wally and Roy can proof but they're in Dick side)

Dick knows many languages, but he really dedicated himself to learning Chinese after Cass was added to the family

The same applies for Arabic

He is actually pretty ok in hide on body if one of his siblings ask

knowing many languages can sometimes become a problem, he may forget a word in English and only remember it in a second or third language

"What is the name of that white liquid that can be ingested?"

and some hours later "MILK! The word was MILK!!!"

Dick always tries to spend quality time with all his siblings and checks in on them regularly (Cass and Damian are the most difficult since they don't use social media much)

Dick and Babs currently knows about Jason fanfiction account, they also reads the fics and leaves comments (Jason will never know it)

He also knows about Damian's fanart account, but will never tell the boy that (if you think Bruce and Tim are terrible you've definitely never read anything about Dick Grayson and its show)

His relationship with Bruce is complicated, to the point that they only interact after Damian's arrival. Dick still tries to understand Bruce, but he keeps the bar low

Never touch him without permission

He became a police officer to try to combat corruption, he gave up the profession due to corruptio, and as being Nightwing allows him to attack the corrupt he will be the hero to keep punch corrupt in their face (I really don't get why in hell he becomes a cop)

Jim Gordon hates him

Dick might get exhausted from all the work, vigilantism, his siblings, and Bruce's weekly batshit, and when that happens he just lays on the floor while Haley the dog plays around him (and sometimes one of his siblings join them, usually Cass or Damian)

"Richard what do you want for Christmas?" - Damian asked one time and Dick in full low maintenance mood "A break"

that Christmas Damian gave Dick a brick, apparently the boy confused the words and didn't understand why Dick started laughing when he received the gift, but Damian was very happy to know that his older brother loved the gift to the point of laughing until his belly hurt

and now every time Dick get exhausted he just sit with Haley the Dog and look at the brick and start laugh (yep, he keeps the brick)

Some batkid headcanon: Damian || Duke || Cassandra || Stephanie || Tim || Jason || Dick

[13phantom13angel13]

What Big Brother’s Are For

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A/N: To the anon who requested brotherly love tickles for Jason and Dick, here you are!

Content warning: there’s a bit of angst in the beginning. So beware!

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Dick could tell Jason was having a hard time. He seemed to be a bit down in the dumps recently. But, Dick knew the stubborn man wouldn’t willingly talk about his feelings. So the most he could do was show Jason he was there for him if he ever wanted to talk.

That day came unexpectedly during a heavy storm while they were sitting in Jason’s apartment. Lightning illuminated the living room as a loud clap of thunder followed. Dick saw Jason visibly jump at the sound, his entire body going rigid. The worry from his older brother became palpable to Jason as he turned to look at him. Dick was staring at him in thinly veiled concern. Jason sighed heavily, looking down at his hands.

“I guess you never really get over the fear…”

Dick stayed quiet, but continued to look at Jason; a silent indication that he was still listening if he chose to continue. Jason scrubbed a hand down his face as he leaned forward to rest his arms on his knees.

“It just reminds me of that night, you know?” Jason’s voice quieted a bit as he continued, “It sounds like an explosion sometimes…”

Dick’s eyes saddened upon hearing that. He never thought that the sound of thunder could remind Jason of the night that Joker took his life. Took him from the people who loved him the most.

Without saying a word, Dick scooted over next to Jason and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. To his surprise, Jason didn’t pull away. In fact, he hesitantly returned the hug, clinging to Dick’s shirt with trembling hands. Dick hated that his brother had to go through that; hated that he had to continue dealing with the after effects of that night. It broke his heart to see Jason so downtrodden.

“You’re home now and you’re safe. Nothing will ever take you away from us again, Jay. Nothing will ever take you away from me. I’ll protect you.” Dick rubbed his back soothingly as he whispered to him. Jason nodded, resting his head on Dick’s shoulder.

Dick continued to rub his back for a bit, until Jason started to tense up. Dick had started to stray a little too close to the back of his ribs, a secret weak spot that no one knew about. Except Roy. Dick lifted his head to look down at Jason, noticing his cheeks starting to flush as a smile fought to come to the surface.

A delighted smile came across Dick’s lips.

“Oh…what’s this, Jaybird?” Dick asked as he wiggled his fingers into the back of Jason’s ribs.

Jason’s back arched as a surprised squeal ripped out of his throat. He quickly grabbed ahold of Dick’s arms to try to pry them away as his back arched to get away. That proved to have the opposite effect of what he wanted. He arched right into Dick’s embrace, furthering his entrapment. Dick continued to tickle him in the same spot.

“I didn’t know you were ticklish here!” He exclaimed, wiggling his fingers faster. By this point, giggles had began to bubble up out of Jason against his will. No amount of squirming was going to get him out of this.

“Dihihick! Plehehehehease! Dohohohon’t tihihihickle!” Jason begged.

“Why not? It’s so cute that you’re so ticklish.” Dick chuckled fiendishly as his tickling fingers moved lower down on his ribs. Jason’s giggling started to border on actual laughter as he continued to squirm as best he could in his brother’s arms.

“Nohohohoho! Please nohohoho!” Even with just the smallest amount of tickling, Jason was weakened. If Dick continued his assault downwards towards his sides, it would be over.

And what did Dick do? Yep. He went lower. His fingers now traced silly patterns on the lowest part of his ribs, right around his kidneys. That was it. Jason exploded into hysterical laughter as his back arched as far as it could go in his position.

“FUHUHUHUHCK! DIHIHICK STAHAHAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IT!”

Dick was surprised by his reaction. He thought his hips were the only spot that gave such a strong reaction. Dick was starting to have a hard time keeping Jason in his arms as he flopped backwards. He dug in a little harder.

If Jason thought he was done for before, he truly was now. His laughter went silent as he toppled backwards on to the couch, dragging Dick along with him. With him now flat on his back, Dick moved his fingers to his stomach.

“Wow. That’s a nice little goldmine there,” he chuckled. “That seems like a close second to your hips.” He remarked.

“Ihihihit tihihihihickles sohohoho bahahad there! Now cuhuhut it out! I gihihihive!” Jason tapped Dick’s arm in a sign of surrender. Dick chuckled, stilling his tickling fingers as he sat back up.

“Feel better now?” Jason nodded as he caught his breath, also sitting up.

“Yeah, I do…” he admitted a bit shyly. He leaned against Dick, closing his eyes. “Thank you, Dickiebird. For always being there when I need you and putting up with my shit.”

Dick smiled fondly as he wrapped an arm around Jason’s shoulder.

“Any time, little wing. That’s what big brother’s are for.”

[ficreadergirl]

Dangerous Inquiries (ch.18)

"Roy? Ginger Roy?" he asked confused.

"Yep! What about him?" you questioned.

"Nothing!" he quickly responded.

"Really?" you asked disbelievingly. He avoided your gaze, avoiding to look at you. What was wrong? "Is something wrong?" you asked.

He sighed, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Nothing important. Forget it."

"No. Tell me." you persisted.

"No, really, Y/n. There's nothing you need to know. It's just... I just think you two might get along." he said hesitantly. You raised an eyebrow.

"Get along? You know him?" you questioned.

He paused for a brief moment before responding. "Yes. We used to work together." he explained.

"Used to?" you frowned.

"Yes. We lost touch recently though. Just forget about it." he replied, refusing to meet your gaze. You studied him for a few seconds before speaking again.

"Okay then..." you simply replied. You weren't sure what else to say.

"I have to leave now. Have a nice date I guess." he said awkwardly before walking off.

You let out a sigh. What did he mean by 'lost contact'? Did he really lose contact with him or was he lying to you. You shook your head. Whatever it was didn't matter right now. All that mattered was him coming back soon.

You started to get ready to meet with Roy. After about twenty minutes you arrived at the cafe. As soon as you stepped foot inside, you instantly spotted Roy. He was sitting at a table by the window. You headed toward him.

Once you sat down he immediately stood up to approach you.

"Hey, Y/N. How are you doing?" he asked politely.

"I'm good. Thanks." you responded smiling happily.

"So, about the date..." he trailed off, looking straight ahead. You noticed how nervous he actually looked.

"Yes... uhh... look. That wasn't my idea. This date I mean." you admitted embarrassed.

"Guys want to see us together I guess." he muttered. "So... should we split or order something and eat?" he asked. You glanced at him and chuckled lightly.

"Let's order something."

You both ordered some foods. Soon the waiter came back, bringing food for you guys. You two exchanged glances before grabbing your food. "Thanks for the meal." Roy said. You smiled gratefully at the waiter. Once he left you both started eating. Neither of you spoke much until you decided to broke the silence.

"So... you were working with Jason Todd?" you asked him curiously. He looked at you for a second before answering.

"Yeah." he answered simply.

"What happened?" you wondered.

"Nothing." he replied. Your eyebrow furrowed. He sounded defensive. He obviously disliked talking about it. You tried to figure it out, but you honestly couldn't. Maybe it was too personal.

You were silent for another minute. "You still work with Dick?" you asked curious.

"Yes. What happened?" he asked. He glanced at you, waiting patiently for your answer.

"Well... I'll be working with him after next day." you explained.

"What exactly you can do?" he questioned, sounding extremely interested.

"Well... law stuff mostly." you explained. He looked at you confused.

"Law stuff?" he questioned.

"Oh yeah. I'll graduate from law school tomorrow." you informed him. He remained quiet for a moment. His eyebrows rose slightly as his eyes widened slightly.

"Law?" he finally blurted out.

"Yeah. That's what you're surprised by?" you asked him raising your eyebrow.

"I uhm... I'm not surprised. I thought you were talking about-" he trailed off, clearly unsure whether to continue his sentence.

"About what?" you urged him on wanting to know. He continued staring at you blankly but still seemed reluctant to answer.

"Nevermind." he murmured.

Your eyes narrowed as a small frown appeared on your lips. Something seemed very fishy. He didn't seem as happy as before and he was clearly trying to avoid making eye contact with you. What the heck was he hiding? You stared at him, trying to figure him out. It was almost impossible since his face was hidden behind a mask. But you felt he was hiding something.

"Alright. If you don't wanna talk about it..." you trailed off. You figured maybe you shouldn't push him. You could scare him. Now Jason wasn't in town and in country you needed all sources you have.

"Do you always give people that look?" he asked breaking the tense silence.

"Excuse me?"

"The one where you're trying to figure out everything about everyone. The one where you just stare at them for a while without saying a word."

You blushed slightly at his statement.

"Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it." he apologized.

"It's fine. You're right. I should stop it. I'm sorry." you apologized.

"Why are you sorry? Don't apologize. It's natural act for a Gotham citizen." he responded. You let out a chuckle. He was right.

"You are right. It's a curse for Gotham people." you said amused. He chuckled.

You two finished lunch silently, neither of you uttering a single word. When the lunchtime was over, you thanked the waiter. You walked outside, and waited at the entrance for Roy. He arrived not long after.

"I'll drive you home or?" he offered. You smiled.

"Thanks but I can go by myself. Uhm..." you hesitated before speaking again.

"What's wrong?" he questioned.

"For tomorrow... graduation day. Did Kory tell you anything?" you asked him softly.

"She told me I should be your company for tomorrow." he replied.

"You don't have to if you don't want. It's really fine." you assured him hastily.

"I don't mind a little dancing." he said with a smile, causing a smile to form on your face as well.

"Great! I'll send you location of-" you began to explain, but he stopped you.

"I know where you live Y/n. I'll pick up you at 2. Is that okay or you need more time?" he requested. You hesitated for a while. You hadn't expected him to pick you up.

"No. It's o-" you started to say, before suddenly being cut off.

"I'll be there by 2. Now you want to go home or anywhere tell me and I'll drive. Okay?" he interrupted.

"Okay." you agreed.

You were at home after 20mins drive. You directly went into the bathroom for shower. After shower you got dressed and headed downstairs. As soon as you entered the kitchen you saw a gift box on the counter. It was wrapped neatly with a red bow on top of it. You furrowed your brows. Red? It wasn't Red Hood right? It had to be someone else. You cautiously reached out to open it. Once you tore the ribbon away it revealed an eyepatch. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized who it belonged to. It was white haired woman. Shit! You froze unable to move a single muscle. Why would she send you that? Did Red Hood realize you're after him? What if they hurt Dick, Kory and Jason? Suddenly your vision became blurry. Your breathing picked up speed. You tried to calm yourself down. It took you awhile to realize you were trembling. You forced yourself to take deep breaths. You slowly lowered your hand and placed it against the countertop. Your heart rate slowly returned to normal.

After taking several deep breaths and calming yourself down you took your phone to call Jason. Before you even managed to dial him his response came through.

"Hi Y/n." he greeted.

"Are you okay?" you asked nervously.

He paused for a couple of seconds.

"Yeah I'm fine." he replied. "What's up?"

"It's just... I got a present from that woman. Uhm... she sent me an eyepatch." you replied nervously. He stayed silent for a couple of seconds and then responded.

"Listen carefully. Pack your stuff and go to Dick or Kory. Don't stay there anymore."

"Wait, wha-"

"I'm serious. Go now." Jason repeated. You didn't understand what was going on so you listened anyways. After hanging up you quickly packed your things and texted Kory if you could stay at her house for some time. Kory agreed. Shortly after you finished packing and texting her, you grabbed your bag and headed to her apartment.

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[damianwaynewife]

Incorrect Quotes Compilation

Warnings: contains swearing

A/n: This is a compilation of Incorrect Quotes I saved in my drafts and also Happy New Year. Happy reading

Damian: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium* Y/n: Damian, what did you think a tiger shark was? Damian: A hybrid of a tiger and a shark Y/n: Yep, you need to be sent to a mental asylum

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Jon: *coughs blood* Y/n: Don't die, Jon! Jon: Don't tell me what to do!

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Clarke: Where's Y/n, Jon, and Damian? Bruce: They're playing hide and seek. Clarke: Where? Bruce: I don't think you get how this game works.

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Y/n: Who the f*** broke the toaster? Tim: It was Jason. Damian: It was Jason. Bruce: Jason broke it. Jason: ... Jason: ...yOU PROMISED-

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Damian: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that says: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Y/n’* Jon: Oh yeah. I don't think this was for me. *Holds up a note that says: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.*

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Bruce: Can I have some water? Jason: *starts chugging their water bottle* Jason: *chokes from drinking too quickly* Jason: *spills water all over himself* Jason, coughing: I don't have any water.

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Y/n: ARE YOU- Damian: F***ing. Y/n: KIDDING ME?! YOU- Damian F***ing. Y/n: IDIOT! Jon: …What was that? Damian: Father banned Beloved from swearing, so I’m helping her out.

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Y/n, tearing up the room: Where are they? Y/n, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children? Y/n: Somebody moved my cookies, and now I am going to start killing.

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Y/n: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Jon. Jon: I hate myself. Y/n: Alright, square up b*tch.

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Kor'Í: But what about Y/n? Dick: Don't worry about them. Dick: I once watched her fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating a hotdog like nothing happened.

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Y/n: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!! Tim: N/n- Tim: It- it was just an ant-

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Jason: Y/n... you've been cuddling with me for over an hour now. Y/n: *muffled* mm hmmm :) Jason: F***. I should be annoyed but you're freaking cute.

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Y/n: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. Damian: You are my reward, Beloved *meanwhile* Dick: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. Bruce: True, you can be really difficult at times. Dick: Why you bully me?

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Damian: Guys where did Todd go? Y/n: He got arrested. Damian: How the hell- Jason: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal pie and throw them at people.

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Y/n: Any idiot would know that. Dick: I knew that! Y/n: See? Dick: Wait wha-

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Y/n: *comes up with an idea* Batman impressed: Huh, you've got something there! Nightwing, under their breath: Yeah, a lawsuit.

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Y/n: Your future self is talking s*** about you right now. Joker: Jokes on them. I'll ruin their f***ing life.

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Roy: What do rainbows mean to you? Jason: Gay rights *winks at Roy* Damian: There's money. Tim: The sign of God's promise to never destroy the whole Earth with a flood, *whispers to himself* I honestly wish he did Y/n: It is an optical phenomenon that separates sunlight into its continuous spectrum when the sun shines on raindrops. Roy: English, please. Y/n: *sighs* Nevermind, you're too dumb to understand.

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Damian: What’s your favorite color? Bruce: Stop asking such absurd questions. Ask me something logical and mature for once. Damian: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP? Bruce: My favorite color is blue.

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Jon: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much. Damian: Oh, you’ve been? Jon: Once. In Monopoly.

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Y/n: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. Y/n: And I started thinking. Y/n: Like, it was just trying to get food. Y/n: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? *starts to cry* Y/n: I am such a bad person. I'm a murderer Bruce: Is she ok? *looks at Damian* Damian: She's on her period.

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Joker: Any questions? Y/n: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE F*** WAS THAT? Joker: Uh, a plan, duh... Harley: Y/n, chill, I know it’s weird, but Puddin' has a point. Y/n: Y/n: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT AND A F***ING CLOWN NOSE!!

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Tim: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt? Y/n: Y/n: Why are you eating dirt? Tim: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my god damn question.

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Y/n: If you water water, it grows. Damian: ...What. Tim: They've got a point.

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Tim: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club. Damian: What club? Y/n: The hating Damian club. Damian: …The f***? I should be the leader of that club!

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Tim: We vegetarians love the environment. Carnivores are sick freaks. Y/n: How can vegetarians possibly love the environment... you keep eating all the f***ing plants.

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Y/n: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your god damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Y/n lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

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Y/n: Do you cook? Damian: I made a cake once. Tim: Yeah, it was good. Damian: Really? Tim: Don’t make me lie twice, Damian.

[mycroftrh]

How members of the Batfamily came out to Dick as bi

How Bruce Came Out to Dick

Bruce: There’s something I need to tell you. I think it’s important for you to know, but for the moment it needs to be kept a secret -

Dick: I already know about Batman.

Bruce: Er, yes. It’s not that. It’s just something that could be a problem if the press found out, and… [long speech]

Dick: You can just spit it out, B.

Bruce: I’m… gay. Well. Bisexual.

Dick: Well I knew THAT.

Bruce:

Dick: I’ve seen you with Superman.

Bruce: …Superman? What does he have to do with - wait.

Bruce: [having internal crisis]

How Dick Came Out to Dick

Dick, impulsively: Damn, Roy, those new tights make your ass look amazing.

Roy: ...beg pardon?

Dick, hearing what he just said: Is what a gay person would probably say?

Dick: Wait, hang on.

Dick:

Dick: Damn, Roy, those new tights make your ass look amazing.

How Jason Came Out to Dick

Jason, during a battle: Hey, asshole.

Dick: ‘sup?

Jason: [sounds of beating people up]

Jason: [continued punching]

Dick: You good?

Jason: [punches somebody into the ground, very, very unconscious]

Dick: [chokes somebody with his legs, then stares at Jason]

Jason, arms crossed, talking to the unconscious person on the ground: I.  Have a boyfriend.

Jason, kicking the body he’s talking to: Thought you should know.

Jason: If you try to put a hand on my shoulder I will shoot you in the leg.

How Tim Came Out to Dick

ask canon 😊 

How Cass Came Out to Dick

Cass: [taps Dick on the shoulder]

Cass: [kisses Steph]

Cass: [raises eyebrows]

Dick: [enthusiastic two thumbs up]

How Damian Came Out to Dick

Dick: Damian, you know that I’m bisexual, right?  And that you can tell me anything?

Damian: You’re what?

Dick: Bisexual.  I like both guys and girls.  And other.  Like, like like.

Damian, confused: Doesn’t everyone?

How Duke Came Out to Dick

Duke: Hey, Dick.

Dick: Yep?

Duke: Will you go to Pride with me?  I haven’t been before and I’m kinda nervous to go on my own.

Dick: FUCK yeah, you can come with us!  Carpool leaves the manor at 7AM, flypool leaves Titans Tower at 7:45.  What flag do you want?  We’ve got a closet-full, no pun intended.  Or I can get you a new one.  How many bags of glitter do you think you’ll need?

[mochegato]

Hope on Board

Chapter 1 - Boy’s Night Out

“Okay,” Dick boomed, bringing the room’s attention to himself.  “Weapons on the counter.”  He raised an eyebrow at the disgruntled objections around the room.  “We are going out to have fun.  We are not going to take guns or knives or arrows to the bar. This is a night off.  This night is to relax and blow off steam.  Boy’s night out.”

“Having a gun does relax me!” Jason mumbled around the bite of apple in his mouth.

“Naw, it’s the shooting that relaxes you,” Roy pointed out shoving his head away as he walked past him.

“No guns!”  Dick grabbed the gun out of Jason’s thigh holster as he passed by and tossed it onto the counter.

“Hey!” Jason yelled, grabbing Dick’s shirt and violently pulling him back to face Jason.  “Don’t touch my guns.”

Dick held his hands up in surrender and waited quietly for Jason to let go.  Once Jason had backed off and taken another bite of his apple, Dick shook his head.  “See that there, is exactly why we need a night out and no weapons.  I expect all weapons on this counter before we walk out that door.”  He stared Jason and Roy down.

“Why are we going to a club if we just want to talk?” Tim pointed out with a defeated sigh.  “Loud music, people bumping into you, lights flashing… not the ideal atmosphere for talking.”

“We’re also blowing off steam and a distraction while we talk so Jason doesn’t get bored and start fighting is not a bad idea,” Dick pointed out.  “Which brings us back to no weapons.”

Jason huffed and walked over to the counter keeping eye contact with Dick as he started removing his knife and his backup knife and his small knife and his backup gun and laid them on the counter one at a time.  “Thank you, Jason.  Roy?”  

Roy sighed and removed his knife and a gun. Dick raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.  “What?  I’m not a paranoid asshole like him.” He motioned to Jason.

“Tim?” Dick questioned with a stern look.

“Like I carry weapons on me when I’m not in the suit,” he scoffed.

Dick stared him down waiting for him to admit having weapons.  When Tim didn’t fold under his stare, Dick nodded and looked back to the group.  “Fine.” He reached behind him to pull off his tee shirt, throwing it over the back of the couch and grabbing a button up shirt instead.  

Tim stared at the shirt he put on as he buttoned it.  “That’s what you’re wearing?”

“Yeah… what?  I like it.”

Jason opened his mouth to comment but instead glared at Roy when he smacked him upside the head to stop him from saying what they all were thinking.  "If Wally were here, you'd let him say it," he muttered.

"Well, Wally's sick isn't he?  So he's not here." Roy muttered back.

Dick looked between them and finally gave up waiting.  He shook his head and moved to the door.  “Let’s go. We’re going to hang out, drink, dance, and have fun.”

“And get laid,” Roy cheered.

“Not about getting laid,” Dick singsonged as he walked through the door.  

“But we’re totally going to,” Roy whispered to Jason.  “Well, we,” he motioned between himself and Jason, “are going to.  Tim’s boy is out of town and Dick’s on his own with that shirt.”

“Whatever, I just can’t believe he thought those were my only weapons,” Jason scoffed.

“Or that I didn’t have any,” Tim agreed.  “Either we’re getting better or he’s getting worse.”

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The bar was more crowded than they expected, but they had still been able to find a table far away from the dancefloor where they could actually talk and watch the other patrons while they drank.  

“Dick, we need another round,” Roy pointed out, motioning toward the bar.

“And?” Dick scoffed not even looking at him, keeping his eyes on the dancefloor instead.  

“And we want the drinks now not in an hour,” Jason retorted quickly.

“We all know if any of us go it’s completely hit and miss when the bartender acknowledges us and with the bar as busy as it is, it could take a while.  But every time you go up, he makes a beeline straight for you.” Tim continued flatly.

“Heh, straight,” Roy chuckled.  

Dick rolled his eyes but got up anyway.  “Fine. I’ll just buy all night long.”

“Now that’s what I call a good night out,” Jason cheered, holding his beer up toasting Dick.  “Get me two.”

Dick pushed through the crowd and finally settled into a spot leaning against the bar.  As soon as he appeared, the bartender made his way over to him, bypassing patrons who had been waiting since before he got there.  Dick sighed at the proof the others were right. He ordered their drinks with a smile. No use upsetting the man pouring their drinks and controlling whether they got served or not.

He looked up and down the bar while he waited for their drinks.  His eyes caught on a woman a few people down from him.  She was waiting patiently and gorgeously for her drink.  Her dark hair was pulled up in a high bun, but tendrils had fallen around her face from vigorous dancing.  Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat and her long-sleeved, bright blue crop top looked like it was meant to flutter lightly over her top but instead it clung to her sweat-covered body as she moved, occasionally giving a flash of the black bra underneath.  She was flushed from dancing giving her a luminescent look.  But the thing that truly drew his attention was her smile.  She had the most gorgeous, welcoming, exuberant smile on her face.  It lit up her whole face, causing her eyes to crinkle.

He started to push away from the bar to talk to her when he saw a man drape his arms over her shoulders. His head was positioned so the back of his head was blocking Dick’s view of her face so he couldn’t see if her expression was happy about the intrusion or upset, and his yellow and red shirt that hung loosely off him blocked Dick's view of her body language.  Dick leaned back against the bar, but kept an eye on her in case the embrace was not welcome.  How bad was it that he kind of hoped it wasn’t?  However, it quickly became apparent that it was not unwelcome.  “Come on Bugaboo, let’s get back out there.  I want to have fun tonight.  Maybe find someone to finally make out with me.”  

The woman rolled her eyes at him.  “Adrien, almost anyone here would make out with you.  Straight men would make out with you if you asked.”  She and the man nodded to the bartender in thanks when he dropped off their shots.

“It can’t just be anyone though.  I’m looking for a sign.  I’m waiting for the universe to show me my future.”  He stretched out his hand in front of him as if showing off his future.

“In a nightclub that is probably a front for one of the mob families,” she deadpanned.  He shrugged at her.  “I cannot stress enough how much that’s not how this whole thing works.  The universe isn’t going to give you a sign, especially not in a dive bar while you’re drunk.  You make your own destiny, my child, this isn’t Serendipity.  Now, drink,” she commanded.  

Dick watched as they clinked their glasses together and downed the shots before returning to the dancefloor.  His eyes followed her as she started dancing.  He hummed to himself, clearly together but not together.   Their boy’s night had been going on long enough, hadn’t it?  They had been talking long enough that it would be acceptable for him to get on the dancefloor himself soon, right?  He hummed to himself.  He might have to try to find her later.  He tore his eyes away when the bartender brought his drinks.  He winked at the bartender in thanks and returned to their table.

He brought the drinks back to the table, joking and reminiscing with the three of them.  The point was to get closer to each other, after all.  All throughout their conversation, he kept an eye on the bar for the woman he had seen earlier.  The next time she went up to get a drink, Dick excused himself to get one as well. They were close enough.  He wanted to get closer to someone else now.  The others at the table raised their eyebrows, giving each other knowing looks.

By the time he made his way through the crowd to get near the bar, the woman was facing off against a man who was easily twice her size and mostly muscle. “Hey, asshole!  Back off!”  

“Excuse me?  What the fuck business is it of yours?” he growled, crowding her personal space in an effort to intimidate her.

The woman clearly didn’t get the message, furrowing her brows in an angry glare.  “Grabbing someone’s ass and attempting to grab other areas as well without their permission is sexual assault, fucker!  She clearly does not know you and does not want you touching her.”

“You have no proof of anything,” he snarled at her.  “Now sit that pretty, tight, little ass down and maybe I’ll let you kneel in front of me a little later.”

The woman’s mouth dropped as she stared at the man.  “Yep, that’s the expression you’ll be making later.”  He reached to pat her on her ass.  Dick lunged to grab his hand before he could reach her, but he was just a beat too slow.  Instead, the woman grabbed the man’s hand and twisted along with his momentum, pushing him down as she twisted.  She moved her feet slightly to trip him, throwing him even further off balance.  She twisted his arm at an uncomfortable angle as he fell, forcing him to turn over on his stomach so she could pin him to the floor once he finally landed.  “Also, sexual assault?  Illegal, asshole.  Doing it to more people, surprisingly, doesn’t make it less illegal.”

“It isn’t sexual assault if you want it,” he jeered at her.

She scoffed at him, making sure to keep the pressure on her hold as she did.  “I doubt there has ever been anything living or otherwise that has wanted you looking at them let alone touching them.”  Dick chuckled at her response.

“Excuse me, what is going on here?”  A man Dick recognized as the bouncer asked.  He was eying the woman who was pinning the man down with heavy suspicion.

“That man sexually assaulted that woman and when this woman pointed it out he tried to sexually assault her as well,” Dick answered for her.

The bouncer looked between the first woman, the second woman, the man on the floor, and Dick.  He finally nodded and grabbed the man by his jacket collar.  “Come on mother fucker, we’re going to get your picture then you are never coming in here again, understood?”

“Do you know who I am? You’re making a monumental mistake,” the man screamed as he was getting dragged away.

The black haired woman didn’t bother watching the man as he was hauled away.  She shifted her focus entirely onto the blonde woman who had been assaulted.  “Hey, are you okay?  Can I get you a drink to steady your nerves?”

The blonde shook her head. “No, thanks.  I’m okay.  It happens. You go to a club, it’s going to happen.”

The black haired woman and Dick both gaped at her.  “It shouldn’t happen ever.  If anyone ever does anything like that to you again, kick their asses or call someone over to do it for you.  He had no right to touch you.  Going out to have fun doesn’t make you an open target,” Dick interceded.  “Assholes like that should feel unsafe in clubs not you.”

The blonde shrugged at him. “Thanks for your help anyway.  Can I buy you a drink?”

The black haired woman shook her head and gave her a gentle smile.  “No, thank you.  I just refreshed mine.  Have fun, yeah?”  The blonde nodded and waved before returning to the dancefloor.

The black haired woman collapsed onto a barstool with a sigh.  She chuckled and shook her head as she looked at her drink.  “Thank you by the way.  I don’t know if the bouncer would have trusted just my word.”

“Not a problem.” He took a seat next to her.  “I’m glad I could do something to help.  I tried to grab him before he could get to you but I wasn’t as fast as you.  You were really impressive.”

She shot him a glance from the corner of her eye but didn’t really stop to look at him.  The charming smile he shot her faltered when she didn’t look close enough to actually see it.  His liquor fueled mind frowned at the lack of attention.    “Thanks,” she mumbled.  She drank the rest of her drink in one gulp, which Dick thought was quite impressive considering it was full and not a shot.  

She laid the glass on the counter harder than it seemed like she meant to and continued to stare at it for a few moments.  “Hey,” he leaned a little closer to her while still giving her space.  “You okay?  You want another drink?” He motioned to the bartender for two more drinks for them.  

She rubbed her face and took a beat before turning to finally face him with a thankful smile.  “You really don’t have to.”  

Dick’s charming smile made it back to his lips, even wider than it had been before.  “No, but you deserve it for protecting the club.”

She shook her head.  “It wasn’t…”  She looked down at his shirt and balked, staring at it suspiciously. After a few moments, she looked up toward the sky with an annoyed scowl that still looked adorable, like an irritated kitten.  “Am I a joke to you?” she called out.  

His charming smile morphed into a look of confusion.  “I’m sorry?”

She waved her arms like she was waving away the concern.  “It’s nothing.  Interesting shirt.  Fan of ladybugs?”

He looked down at his shirt as though seeing it for the first time, “Oh… uh… I just liked the pattern. I don’t think I would have even recognized them as a ladybug if you hadn’t explicitly pointed it out.”  The woman looked back up toward the sky with a menacing look he didn’t quite understand.  He thanked the bartender when he served their drinks and turned back to her.  “Do you… uh… like ladybugs?”  

The woman gave a defeated sigh and looked down to her shoes.  When she looked back up, a resigned but amused smile was on her lips.  “No, it’s just… my friends used to call me their everyday ladybug.”

Dick cocked his head to the side studying her curiously.  There was something going on, but he couldn’t quite make it out yet.  But there was no way he was going to miss an opportunity to dance with a beautiful, strong, sweet woman.  “I’m Dick.” He stuck his hand out to shake hers.

She took his hand and gave him a bright smile, “Marinette.”

He looked over to the dancefloor and back to her.  “Do you want to dance?”  Her smile brightened, making his heartbeat pick up.  She pulled on the hand she was still holding and guided him onto the dancefloor, drinks still in hand.

Chapter 2

@dickinette-february

[alecmagnuslwb]

Love Me Tinder - @doubleredweek Day 5

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Roy doesn’t know why, but he’s fairly certain that Jason Todd is trying to kill him. There’s no other explanation for the scene before him. Firefighters don’t actually do this; he should know he’s been one since he decided to drop the sidekick gig at eighteen and never once before has he seen a firefighter actually wear nothing but tight-fitting jeans and suspenders while washing one of the firetrucks.

It’s just not something they actually do except maybe for the annual charity calendar which it’s nowhere near being the time for that photoshoot and no one has a camera. Well no one except those two girls he saw across the street about twenty minutes ago that were definitely not being subtle as they took a few shots he’s sure will make their way onto Instagram and then from there turn up in some tabloid later.

He can see the headline now: Bruce Wayne’s sexy ward gets wet. It’s like a bad porn he kind of wishes he was starring in.

For a brief only slightly insane moment he contemplated chasing after the two women and asking them to forward him whatever videos and photos they took for his own personal use. Luckily his logical brain took over for his horny brain before he could do anything so absurd.

Roy lets out a literal groan when Jason pauses in his work and runs a soapy wet hand through his hair the little white streak near the front being pushed all the way back.

“Go to your bunk if your gonna start making noises like that,” Dick says as he leaps up beside him twisting himself into an impossible sitting position on the picnic table out in front of the station that Roy’s been happily planted at for forty-five minutes now pretending he’s reading the book in his hand.

Haley, their own personal little firehouse mascot comes trotting out. She pushes up with her three strong legs and settles on the bench beside him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Roy says indignantly looking down at his book that he realizes now is definitely upside down. Dick chuckles clearly seeing the realization cross his face. Roy hastily flips the book right side up ignoring his best friend.

“If you’re gonna ogle at least make your decoy convincing,” Dick says reaching down and picking up Haley cradling her in his arms like a baby.

“I am not ogling your brother,” Roy huffs casting his eyes down to his book. He starts reading and realizes he has no clue what’s going on, he’s pretty sure he just kept turning pages to seem like he was accomplishing anything but daydreaming about Jason’s six pack.

“You are totally ogling my brother,” Dick says as he starts literally rocking Haley to sleep. “You should just ask him out already, I’m like 99% certain he’d say yes.”

Roy gives up on his book tossing it off to the side. The thud of it against the table disturbs Haley from her drifting slumber the small grey pup giving him a warning look. He scratches behind her left ear the way she loves in apology before looking up at Dick.

“You want me to ask out your little brother?” he says in disbelief. He always assumed Dick would be very much against the concept of his best friend and his little brother.

Dick just shrugs. “Yeah, why not? Little Wing’s been a hell of lot better off since he finally quit the whole Outlaw gig and if it weren’t for him randomly running into you that never would have happened. Your good for him and considering how lovesick you look all the time when he’s around I’d say he could be pretty good for you too.”

Three years ago on a random chilly Gotham night Roy walked his way into a hostage situation by accident, the infamous Red Hood had broken it up, but not without a little help from the former Speedy.

Jason had been grateful for the help, but behind those eyes he could also see a hell of a lot else going on. He looked tired, worn down by life. Roy knew the look well; it had hit him before he could even legally rent a car. Mostly Jason looked like he could use a friend, so Roy decided then and there to be one.

Within the year Roy knew more about Jason’s life since being brought back from the dead than even his own brother and six months after that he’d convinced Jason he didn’t have to hit the streets anymore if he didn’t want to.

Getting him the training and into the vacancy in their firehouse had been easy with Dick vouching for him as well.

“Batman might beat me up though,” Roy says leaning back and finally letting his eyes stray back to Jason who it seems has sadly finished his job. A dry t-shirt now covering his Adonis like chest, suspenders hanging at his sides.

Dick whacks him on the shoulder with a huff. “Batman will not beat you up, I’ll beat up Batman if he even thinks about it.”

Roy chuckles at that his eyes still following Jason as he talks to a few of the other guys.

“Okay, since you’re willing to protect me from the big bad bat I’ll ask him to have dinner or something sometime,” Roy concedes looking at Dick with a ‘does that make you happy’ face.

“Fantastic,” he says with a big grin slapping Roy on the shoulder once before tumbling gracefully off the picnic table to stand in front Roy, Haley still perfectly held in his arms. “I got a shift with the other job,” he says with a wink lifting his shirt to reveal the Kevlar of his Nightwing costume. Roy gives him a playful salute that Dick returns as he wanders over past Jason.

“Hey Jay!” he shouts as he passes him by. “Roy wants to ask you something!” And then he’s off blowing Roy a condescending kiss before he disappears into the firehouse.

Jason turns his attention to Roy those perfectly white teeth showing as he makes his way over to the bench. He sits down straddling the same side of the table where Roy sits those tight pants stretching perfectly over Jason’s thick thighs that have been the star of some of Roy’s most pleasant dreams of late.

“What’s up?” he says ruffling out his rapidly drying hair. He’s so bright, so much happier than the fatigued anti-hero Roy met all that time ago.

He’s also annoyingly handsome with his hair sticking up in an array of directions from drying in the hot summer sun. Roy thought being best friends with an absolute smoke show for years was frustrating, this is so much worse. One day he wants to ask Bruce if there’s some sort of pre-requisite that Robin’s needed to look like they’d grow up insanely handsome to get the job.

For a moment Roy pauses and considers chickening out, Dick ran off so it’s not like he can force this to happen.

The thing is Roy really wants this to happen, plus Dick will continue to stick him in situations like this if he doesn’t just bite the bullet so he takes a deep breath and the biggest leap he’s taken since he was literally jumping across rooftops.

“You want to get dinner with me some time?” he asks holding his gaze with Jason those blue green eyes of his shimmering in the slowly waning evening sun.

Jason squints one eye at him the start of a smile on his lips. “Dinner as in a date or dinner as in two friendly firefighting friends?”

Roy smiles. “While I find your alliteration fun I was thinking of it more as a date.”

Jason’s half smile grows full and he swings one leg over the bench. “Sounds great, it’s about time you asked.”

He stands and starts walking backwards eyes still on Roy’s.

“Well you could have asked me,” Roy says holding his hands up in a why not gesture.

“Pfft,” Jason says still cautiously walking backwards. “I’m way too emotionally stunted for that and you know it.”

Roy huffs out a little laugh kind of in awe that Jason had ever considered asking him out first.

“You still off shift Friday?” he asks just as Jason has one leg in firehouse the other out.

“Yep.”

“Good, I’ll pick you at seven,” Roy says catching Jason’s bright smile and nod of agreement before he disappears inside the firehouse. Roy opens back up his book with a smile starting it from the beginning knowing good and well he won’t comprehend a single word of it once again. Just this time his distraction won’t be watching Jason, it’ll be thinking about Friday.

[slashy-ashy]

I love dickkory, dickkory is my favorite ship because those two were literally my first ship. I grew up with watching the Teen Titans and I instantly fell in love with them. It sucks that comic writers did what they did too Dick and Kory, I mean it pisses me off so badly, I hate how they made Dick sleep with Bab’s right before getting married with Kory to perpetuate this idea of theirs that Dick is a ladies man that can’t be chained down to one woman even though he loves the idea of having a family and the fact that Dick loves Kory so unconditionally it isn’t even fucking funny, and Kory loves Dick so unconditionally back too and the fact that she was the one who helped Dick be more open about his feelings and to be more loving towards himself and she’s basically the reason on why the fandom writes him as this mother hen, happy go lucky guy. Kory was the one to bring him out of his shell, along with the Titans because they helped out A LOT with bringing Dick out of his shell because depending on which retcon you want to go with Bruce is definitely not an entirely open guy especially when dealing with his emotions, I hate that when Dick was raped by Mirage (because they did have dubious sex, one party of the duo didn’t know that the other was a shapeshifter who turned into the love of his life and slept with him then turned back into their original form and laughed in his face when she revealed her so called master plan) they had the team, the team of SUPERHEROES WHO DEAL WITH THIS SITUATION IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER POSSIBLY ON THE DAILY VICTIM AND SLUT SHAME DICK, and it says a lot when the fans actually agree with the teammates who slut shame and disrespect their leader and not bat an eye at the fact that the literal SHAPESHIFTER is practically jumping with joy after emotionally manipulating and raping their leader, and people are so quick to say that after seeing Kory yelling and blaming Dick say how in character that is but don’t talk about how in a different issue Kory fucking attacks (as 👏🏾she 👏🏾 should👏🏾) Mirage because “how dare you sleep with Dick” and they don’t site how truly THAT is in character because it is in the character of her. She loves that man so fucking much she really does, and Dick is so fucking gone on her too it isn’t even funny, and I have nothing against DickBabs I love their dynamic too but I didn’t grow up with them and I wasn’t as introduced with them as I am with Dickkory in a sense and I truly just enjoy Dickkory more than Dickbab in my opinion but it’s mostly due to the writers and how they just fucking wrote Barbra like I just feel like if they took the time to rebuild their friendship, and to stop and look at her characterization over the years and learn to write her properly then yeah I would love DickBab’s but as it stands I’m hesitant to follow canon DickBabs and I honestly will accept fanon DickBabs more than likely.

Dickkory is such a wonderful ship because they have so much history with each other and honestly at this point most of my ships for Dick are just him with the fab five, I love DickRoy, I love DickWally, I love DickGarth and I love them even if they’re romantic or platonic, outside of the fab five I will say that I like DickJoey but only for the reason that I don’t really know Joey.

One gripe I have will be the fact that due to how writers have written and mistreated canon, people believe all of what I said up above to be canon behavior for Dick, I hate how hyper sexualized he is and I hate how it comes to a point that it becomes this running gag of “I wonder what I can get away with” and by that I mean the in canon instances of people touching Dick without his consent but it ends up being laughed off because the predator is just so good looking that it makes it okay, or how people will just say how good his ass looks, or even wonder out loud how good in bed he probably is and some old flame will just come out of the wood works with a smirk on their face being all “well ladies I can say that he is fantastic in bed” while Dick just stands there while listening to this all go down and being so used to this but he still will get flack if he says anything to show how uncomfortable he is with the situation because he “asked for it” or something else as disgusting and ridiculous, and after a while it just gets so old like honestly just find a new gag okay, it’s not that hard.

And finally J**Kory , J**Roy and J**KoryRoy are not my favorite ships whatsoever ever. They’re not even my favorite friendships to be honest, because I legit cannot see a world where like my older sibs friends would ever just decide to hang out with me and spend so much time with me and I would just be okay with that. No, no, no,no,no,NO! It just boggles my mind on why DC decided that Jason can’t possibly make friends with people himself and it irks the hell out of me that they nerfed Kory and Roy that hard it isn’t even funny.

Like it kind of is funny when you think about it because if they weren’t then I doubt I really doubt that those two would have just been like “ yep, I’m just going to hang out with the love of my life’s little brother” like I can see, just them from time to time just going to check in sometimes with Dick and him just being like “hey you guys want to come with me while I check in with Jason” and they could be like “yeah sure, I haven’t heard from him in a while” but for the most part no I just don’t see them realistically just deciding to just hang out with Jason because Kory has a planet to run and Roy has a daughter that he needs to parent and Jason has a lot of trauma and anger to get through in a responsible and reasonable way that doesn’t include running a drug empire, killing people, trying to kill his family, and just constantly blaming his actions on his trauma because I don’t want to sound too critical of him but at the same time it’s like when are you going to let go of all of this anger and just try to start healing because you keep taking the easy route of things and you decide to walk away from the problems eating you up inside and you just default to distancing himself away from his problems and family but when are you going to do the most important and difficult step, of beginning the process of healing and coming to terms with your actions and on how they don’t just affect you but also the people around you? If I saw an issue like that than I would most definitely pick up an red hood book but as it stands no. It’s a no from me y’all.

And DickKoryRoy is honestly where it’s at. They have DECADES of content and storylines that you can just be like “hmm, I want to write/draw about the Brother blood arc or I want to write/draw about how Dick went to save Lian and how this affected Roy” the content is there it really is.

I love how this post just devolved into me talking about my love for Dickkory, my hesitance towards DickBabs, me talking about the ships I love and like, how I hate how they (the writers) mishandled Dick and how they mishandled real problems that people go through in real life, how Jason with Kory and/or Roy is my first and ultimate NOTP, and how Dickkory and/or Roy is elite in my opinion.

[flashfuture]

hi!! re: your tags on a post not too long ago—what do you mean by dick’s previous love interests not respecting him? i haven’t read a whole lot of his stuff and tend to avoid romance-heavy plot lines in general, so this is 100% a genuine question and not me trying to start anything i promise, it’s just that i’ve seen dickb4bs and dickk0ry shippers in the past claim it’s sexism when people dislike his partners?

Ah well DC are big brain and they think peak humor is the boomer meme of the nagging wife. 

So basically Dick and Kori were an absolutely fucking amazing couple. But then there was the issue of Mirage where she pretended to be Kori and tricked Dick into sleeping with her. Which is r*pe. Dick was slut shamed and victim blamed for this. DC has an absolutely awful track record with male victims of sexual assault. Ollie was always victim blamed for happened to him. And Dick they didn’t even acknowledge that he was assaulted. As well they had Dick sleep with Babs before the wedding I think. And that is so ooc it’s not even funny.

And when Dick started dating Babs they slowly chipped away at his skills to prop Babs up. And I’ll say it again if you have to tear down another character to make one look good you haven’t proven any skill. Character A just got butchered for no reason and Character B stayed the same. So Babs started mocking Dick for a lot of things. And it carries over into modern stuff. Where she’s the big brain and her dumb himbo boyfriend. Dick Grayson is not a fucking himbo. He’s smart as hell and dangerous as hell. 

So they write Dick wrong to make him the butt of the joke. No one is laughing with him, they’re laughing at him. You see it in the newest Nightwing comics where Babs is there to make sure the reader knows how silly Dick is. 

The issue is with the writers being incapable of writing a het relationship well. Literally, the best ones I can think of is Dinah/Ollie (though Gail Simone and Judd Winick tried their best to fuck that one up) Big Barda/Scott Free, Clark/Iris, Barry/Iris, Wally/Linda (but DC keeps fucking my Flashes)

So yeah DickKori got a bad rap because the writers want to over-sexualize Kori so then it’s like she and Dick were only sexual and I just- they were gonna get fucking married. And I literally could care less about DickBabs except that it contributes to the character butchering of both Babs and Dick by the way. Because when Babs is mocking Dick she just looks like a bitch. They reduce Babs over and over again to Dick’s ex-girlfriend. 

So uh yeah those are my thoughts. People do indeed like to throw around sexist the same way they like to call Gail Simone a feminist because she thinks men are bad. She’s also the ally who says read this book because it’s got a gay character and that is about as surface level as you can get🤷‍♀️ I mean sure call me a sexist cause I don’t think the woman nagging and mocking a man all the time is a very good relationship dynamic. Lol yeah when people say that a lot of the time they’re just angry you don’t like their faves. As long as you aren’t you know actually being sexist (which really is not that hard to tell) then it’s best to ignore them. 

I’ve got some scalding takes on characters who are there just to be women for the sake of having a het love interest. They’ve certainly evolved Babs since then but every time she’s with a batboy she gets snapped right back into that box of 60s housewife. I’ll never exactly ship Babs with any of the Batboys because she was made to be Bruce’s love interest and keeps getting shifted around to fit with each and every other batboy. 

It is usually best to avoid Dick romances as the writer just uses the women to cause him more man pain cause of course they do. DC is traditionally written by men and lots and lots of white people. These people are older who have older views of relationships based on what was on TV but it’s still lame.

For example, there is always the age-old Babs and Kori fight over Dick storyline that absolutely no one wants to read. Women being pit against women over a fucking man??? Seriously? And if I see one more writer claims the only woman Dick has ever loved was Babs I’ll scream. It’s the tiniest smoothest brain take I have ever seen. 

Bea was lovely the cherry on top of the Ric mess. She was adorable and fun and she really cared about Dick as a person. I miss her. Which is I think the post you were talking about? Idk I can’t remember what I tag where lol. 

I think to derail for a quick sec the reason so many people turn to same-sex relationships in fiction is that the relationship between two women and two men will almost always be more developed than whatever het thing is going on. 

Dick is much much closer to Roy, Wally, Garth, and Joey than he ever was to Babs. Now DC is retconning that Dick and Babs were childhood friends. But they still imo have no chemistry outside of they both work with Batman and ones a girl ones a boy. 

Kori and Dick had real chemistry they were trying to both find freedom and safety within one another. The writers didn’t constantly have to hammer home that they loved each other or have random thought bubbles to try and make some connection happen. They just did happen. 

Anyone who knows me knows I am not the biggest Babs fan. However, I’ll still protest the unfair treatment of any character. I don’t have to like a character to not want them to be butchered by bad writing. Like confession time I don’t even like Jason that much but I talk about him all the time because I want him to have a good story. So to me DickBabs is directly connected the butchering of both characters and it just doesn’t work. 

so yep rambles on top of rambles. I’m not character bashing here just to make it clear. And I am a little bit relationship bashing but more so writer bashing. 

[secondgenerationnerd]

Any Lian Harper headcanons? sry to bother!

Never a bother!! I have one big one that I was talking to @wasnt-expecting-that about 😂

First, Lian absolutely smokes pot. Roy knows. He knows she could be doing worse so like...he doesn’t really mind as long as she doesn’t go into the field high.

Roy, Wally, Dick, Jason, and Donna decided to stop by Omega tower to surprise the team.

Lian was not aware of this as the team had just gotten back from a Plasmus based mission. She needed a long shower.

After good natured ribbing by the others, Roy says “Fuck you, my kid is fine!”

Lian walks in at that moment, eyes looking down at her phone, noise canceling headphones in as she sings along to Rihanna’s ‘S&M’ with a joint in her hand.

When she looks up, she just blinks because...yeah that’s her luck.

Jason and Roy don’t help AT ALL

Jason: yep she’s definitely your kid.

Roy: Hey, I’m not into chains.

Lian makes a break to jump off the building but Jai picks her up, shouting “YOU CAN LIVE WITH THE SHAME LIKE THE REST OF US!”

Donna is shaking her head, Dick’s cracking up, and Wally isn’t sure how to react.

[writingblock101]

Insufferable (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Request for anon: “Would you write a Damian fic that’s him basically being a total brat in the beginning and immediately starting an antagonistic or combative relationship only to be thrown on his ass when he’s like wait?? I think I actually like her?? How do I get her to stop arguing with me??

Word Count: 3,700

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish @mayahoelland2013

You and Damian are 12 at the beginning of this. Enjoy! 

“That was awesome!” Jon grins. “But watch this!” He fires laser beams from his eyes at the target down the range. 

“Whoa!” You cheer. “Oh, I got another one!” You notch and fire six consecutive arrows, hitting the target in the pattern of a smiley face. 

Jon laughs. 

“Can you do any other shapes?” 

“I’m working on doing animals. Roy thinks it’s funny, and Jason wants me to learn how to spell out messages,” You grin proudly.  

You started as a street rat in Star City inspired by Green Arrow and Arsenal but you bit off a little more than you could chew. Good thing Arsenal was there to watch your back then he found himself in possession of a protege. To this day, Roy swears he still doesn’t know how you talked him into training you, but Jason told you he has a soft spot for street kids. 

You’re at the Justice League Watch Tower because apparently the Justice League wants to work out a deal with the Outlaws or something. You think it’s stupid, but you guess you can give credit to League for trying to bridge the gap between themselves and the Outlaws. Batman has failed for years to do so effectively, but then again, for the world’s greatest detective, Batman is kind of a dumbass. 

Luckily, you didn’t have to sit in on the shit show because Superman brought Superboy with him, and apparently Batman is bringing Robin. Jon speaks highly of Damian, but Jason refers to him as the “demon child”. Then again, Jason didn’t like Tim for a long time, but you think Tim is cool, so maybe Jason’s wrong about Damian. 

“Oh, great, another arrow,” A new voice groans from behind you. 

“Damian!” Jon grins. “This is Y/N, Black Falcon!” 

“I was expecting someone more impressive, but perhaps I had my standards too high for an arrow,” Damian narrows his eyes. 

Okay, maybe Jason wasn’t wrong... 

“Funny,” You raise an eyebrow. “I thought Robin would be taller.” 

“I am a perfectly adequate height,” He growls. 

“Okay, pipsqueak.” 

Damian rolls his eyes again. 

“It’s clear you’ve been living with Todd by your childish insults.” 

“At least I don’t get mistaken for a nine-year-old.” 

“Perhaps that is a problem you have. I am twelve.” 

“Could’ve fooled me.” 

You watch his jaw clench, a smirk working onto your face. It’s almost cute how hard he is pretending to not be annoyed by you. 

“Y/N was showing me her archery skills! Look, she can make shapes!” Jon points toward the target downrange, probably hoping to diffuse the situation quickly building between you and Damian. 

Damian rolls his eyes, looking unimpressed. 

“What tactical advantage does shooting your arrows in a smiley face give you?” 

“None,” You admit, slinging your bow over your shoulder. “But I bet you can’t do something more impressive.” 

You see him rising to the bait as he glares at you. 

“I don’t stoop to childish competitions to prove myself.” 

“Come on, Dami,” Jon pleads. “Show us the trick with the Batarang and the apple!” 

Damian whips around to glare at Jon for exposing him partaking in “childish competitions” while your mischievous smile deepens. 

“Unless you’re scared of your party trick looking lame,” You taunt. 

“It’s not a party trick!” Damian barks. 

“Right because I’m sure you have a lot of use for being able to throw Batarangs at apples in the field,” You roll your eyes. 

“Target practice,” Damian snaps.

“And a normal target wouldn’t work?” 

Damian glares at you for a long minute. 

“Whatever,” He mutters, shoving past Jon toward another room. 

“Does this mean you’re going to do it?” Jon asks hopefully.

“Fine.” 

“Yes!” Jon grins, then motions for you to follow him. “Come on! We’ve gotta go get apples from the cafeteria!” 

“There’s a cafeteria in here?” You dazedly question, following Jon and Damian.

“Tt,” Damian rolls his eyes. 

While the Outlaws have some cool technology (especially Kori’s ship!), most of their technology pales in comparison to the Justice League’s resources. Damian retrieves apples while Jon explains some of the other technology around the Watch Tower. The three of you return to the training room then Jon tosses an apple into the air. 

Damian throws three Batarangs, slicing the apple into six even pieces in midair. He glances back at you, looking smug. You will admit, his accuracy is impressive. You’ve thrown knives before and it’s hard to be accurate throwing one knife at a moving object, much less three and slicing the target evenly, but of course, you can’t show that you’re impressed. 

“Hey, Jon, can you slice one of these apples mid-air with your laser eyes?” You ask. “I’ve got an idea.” 

Jon grins and eagerly throws an apple in a high arch, then cuts it with a blast of his laser eyes. You notch an arrow and fire it through the two apple halves, pinning it to the wall before it can hit the ground.

“Nice,” Jon praises while Damian looks bored. “My turn,” He hands you an apple to throw.

You toss it for him and Jon flashes his laser eyes again, but this time when the apple hits the ground, there’s a zig-zag pattern wrapped around it. 

“That was cool!” You grin. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Damian looking at the apple with an impressed expression. 

“Toss two at once,” You tell Jon, notching an arrow. 

He throws two apples into the air, then you fire your arrow through both apples, pinning them to the wall. 

“Tt,” Damian rolls his eyes. “Throw two more,” He tells Jon. 

Jon grins, then throws two more apples. Damian throws a Batarang, one side of it catching one apple and the other burying itself into the other apple so that by the time the Batarang hits the floor, both apples are embedded on either side of it. 

“I bet I can hit an apple before you can slice it with a Batarang,” You challenge Damian. 

A smirk crosses his face. 

“Be prepared to be disappointed.” 

. . .

By the time Roy came to get you, you, Jon, and Damian had ran out of apples. Instead, Damian was throwing one of his Batarangs with a hole in the center of it while you tried to fire an arrow through the hole. 

You notch another arrow then nod at Damian. He tosses the Batarang. You follow it with your arrow through the high arch then release, the arrow flying through the air and through the hole in the middle of the Batarang. 

“Yes!” You cheer, high fiving Jon and Damian. 

“Damian! Do you think you can hit one of Y/N’s arrows mid-air?” Jon asks. 

Damian glances over at you for a moment. 

“I can hit one of Y/N’s arrows easily, but will Y/N be able to hit one of my Batarangs?” He taunts. 

“I could hit it in my sleep.” 

Before Damian could remark with something witty, Roy interrupts. 

“And as much as I would love to watch that, I don’t feel like replacing all your arrows yet. Come on, let’s go home.” 

You frown at Roy but turn to Jon and Damian. 

“Next time,” You promise, then follow Roy out of the room. 

Jon and Damian watch you two leave then Jon turns to Damian with a grin. 

“Y/N is cool. I like her.” 

Damian rolls his eyes. 

“She’s insufferable.” 

“Sure,” Jon agrees knowingly. 

Damian glares at him, ignoring the mischievous smile on Jon’s face. 

. . .

You’ve never been to the Manor before, but a few months after the Justice League meeting, Jason had to retrieve some intel from Batman, and Roy sent you along with him to make sure Jason doesn’t start a fight with his foster father. He says Jason wants to set a good example for you so he won’t get in a fistfight with Bruce while you’re there.

“Alright, come on,” Jason ruffles your hair. “I know you want to see the Batcave.” 

Currently, you’re sitting in the kitchen, chatting with Alfred, but at the mention of the Batcave, your face lights up. 

“Thanks for the sandwich, Alfred!” You grin, chasing Jason out of the room. 

“Of course,” He smiles. 

Jason leads you over to the grandfather clock then moves the hands on the clock to a specific time. The clock shifts, revealing a doorway. 

“Whoa,” You breathe, following Jason down the stairs into the huge cave. 

You walk around the room slowly, taking everything in then you notice a figure sitting in front of the Bat computer. 

“Tim!” You grin. 

Tim spins around in his chair and smiles at you. 

“Hey, Y/N, hey Jay. I didn’t know you guys were going to be here.” 

“I’m picking up some intel from Bruce,” Jason tells him. “Roy made me bring Y/N to make sure I would be on my best behavior,” He rolls his eyes. 

“And I wanted to see the Batcave,” You add. 

“Bruce is in the back,” Tim jerks his head back toward a different area of the cave. “Come on, Y/N, I’ll show you around.” 

You grin and eagerly follow Tim around, soaking in all the information. He shows you the various souvenirs Batman has collected from the Rogue gallery, the collection of Bat suits and past Robin suits, miscellaneous technology, and the vast array of weapons. 

“This one is yours, right?” You ask, taking the bo staff off the wall. 

“Yep,” Tim confirms, tucking his hands into his pockets. “You ever used one?”  

“No,” You admit. “But sometimes I use my bow for hand to hand combat when I’m in a pinch. I’m not very good, but I’m getting better. Jason is helping me.” 

“I could show you a few moves if you want,” Tim offers.

“Yeah!” You grin then Tim leads you onto the mats in the training area. 

In comparison to Dick and Jason, Tim is fairly skinny. He doesn’t have the advantage of lots of muscle mass, so he has to compensate in different ways which is perfect for training you. While Roy and Jason are both good teachers, they are also both jacked while as of a year ago, you were starving on the streets, so you’ve been building your muscle back up, but you’re nowhere near their muscle mass (and probably never will be). 

Tim shows you a few moves with his bo staff and even finds a bow for you to practice with so you can translate the moves over to your choice of weapon. He also shows you a few moves that allow you to flip someone over, even when they are heavier than you. 

You push with your legs, driving your hips forward and pull down on Tim’s left arm, forcing him over your shoulder. Tim hits the ground with an “oof” but grins up at you. 

“That was good,” He praises then you hear a familiar scoff behind you. 

“That was child’s play,” Damian cross his arms. 

Tim sighs, sitting up. 

“Oh yeah?” You cross your arms. “Come on the mats, I’ll show you child’s play.” 

Damian rolls his eyes. 

“If I wanted an easy fight, I’d spar Drake.” 

“Thanks,” Tim remarks sarcastically. 

“Afraid you’re going to lose?” You taunt. 

“Tt, I’ve fought against opponents twice your size blindfolded and won. I don’t fear losing.” 

“Sounds like a lot of excuses to me.”  

“I spend my training time improving, not fighting those beneath me.” 

“Beneath you?” You question. “You’re three feet tall. There’s not many people beneath you.” 

Tim snickers from the mats while Damian glares at you. 

“I am not short!” He protests. 

“Sure you aren’t, champ,” You smile condescendingly. “You’re just fun sized!” 

Damian glowers at you then steps onto the mats. 

“Fine. I’ll partake in your pathetic training exercise.” 

You grin then Tim steps off the mats to let you two spar, watching from the side. You will admit that you may be a bit out of your depth by sparing Damian. It’s no secret that he is very well trained and an extremely talented fighter. You’re more a long-range type of fighter, but he’s too damn smug for you to not at least try to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. Somehow, you manage to shake out of Damian’s hold, flinging him off you. 

Damian is a good fighter, but you know you’re putting up one hell of a fight right now. He lunges forward, and that’s when you see your opportunity. One minute, Damian is upright, in fighter’s guard, ready to strike, the next minute, he’s on his back staring at the ceiling, all the air knocked out of his lunges. 

“Nice job, Y/N!” Tim grins while you cheer, running over to high five him. 

“It worked!” You grin. “That was so cool.” 

Damian slowly sits up, looking a little dazed then Jason walks over and announces that it’s time to go. 

“Bye Tim!” You grin then smirk at Damian. “See you later, Bat Brat!” 

Damian doesn’t even have a witty remark to shoot back at the insulting nickname you yelled to him. Once you and Jason leave the cave, Tim looks over at Damian with a knowing grin. 

“You look a little starry-eyed there, Dames,” Tim shoots him a shit-eating grin. “Someone has a crush.” 

“Shut up, Drake,” Damian growls. “I do not have a crush.” 

“Oh please, everyone in this family practically falls in love when they meet someone who can knock them on their ass. I know that look. You like Y/N.” 

“No, I do not,” Damian snaps, getting to his feet. “She is insufferable and you’re even bigger idiot than I thought if you think I would ever be attracted to someone like her,” He storms out of the cave while Tim grins. 

. . . 

Initially, you didn’t want to join the Teen Titans. You think something similar to the Outlaws is more appealing than the Teen Titans, but Roy and Kori convince you to give it a chance. The Titans had an especially big mission that they needed some extra manpower on so you agreed to help. 

Low and behold, no one other than Damian Wayne is leading the team. You stroll into the tower with an overnight bag slung over your shoulder, Damian not noticing you until you say: 

“Wow, Robin. I remember when I was taller than you. Then again, everyone was taller than you.” 

Puberty was kind to Damian, finally blessing him with his father’s height. While Damian doesn’t have near the muscle mass of Bruce (what seventeen year old does?), you predict that Damian will eventually be taller than Bruce. 

Damian sighs, slowly turning to face you with an unimpressed look. 

“I see your humor hasn’t improved with age.” 

“I see you still have a stick up your ass.” 

It’s been a few years since you’ve seen Damian. Both of you have grown more into yourselves and improved skills, but some things never change. 

“Why are you here?” Damian demands. 

“Didn’t you hear? I’m your extra manpower on this mission,” You grin viciously. “I’m Y/N,” You introduce to the few Teen Titans you don’t recognize. 

“Great, the Justice League is dooming us to fail,” Damian rolls his eyes. 

“They did that when they put you in charge,” You snap back. 

“Yes, and I suppose you’ve had lots of experience leading your nonexistent team.” 

“Cute,” You sneer, shifting the bag on your shoulder. “I’m going to go claim a bed,” You announce then wander further into the tower. 

“So, Dames,” Gar asks. “Who’s your friend?” 

“Not a friend,” Damian growls. 

“You wish she were more than a friend,” Jon grins. 

“No, I do not,” Damian snaps. 

“I dunno,” Gar trails off. “It seemed flirty to me. What do you think, Jon?” 

“Definitely flirty,” Jon agrees. 

“Shut up,” Damian growls. “I was not flirting with Y/N. She is insufferable,” Then Damian storms off. 

Gar and Jon exchange a look. 

“He’s so into her,” Gar insists. 

“Has been since we were twelve,” Jon confirms. 

. . . 

You’ll admit it. Damian is a good leader. He’s a smug dick, but he’s good at what he does. Of course, just like any other of Damian’s talents, you would never admit this to him. His ego is big enough without you inflating it anymore. 

And while Damian is a good leader and a fantastic planner, sometimes, plans go astray, like this plan, right now.

“Shit,” Robin curses. 

You frown from where you’re keeping watch while Robin hacks into the compound files. 

“What is it?” You ask. 

“They’ve got a highly advance software on here that will recover any deleted files from the hard drive,” Robin frowns. 

It was a rescue and extraction mission from a highly advanced facility experimenting on kidnapped kids to make super humans. The rest of the team was evacuating the facility while you and Robin went to extract data and destroy files. 

“So, we have to destroy the computer system,” You frown, looking at the vast system which spreads across the huge room then look in your quiver. “I only have two exploding arrows left and they aren’t strong enough to take out everything.” 

Robin curses in Arabic. 

“I don’t have enough explosives on me to destroy the whole system either. Perhaps Superboy could--” He’s cut off by the sound of footsteps running your direction. 

You draw your bow again, ready to fire. 

“Looks like we’ve been found.” 

As the first security guard rounds the counter, you let the arrow fly, shooting him in the shoulder. Robin uses a flying roundhouse to knock out the guard while you fire an arrow at a guard attempting to sneak up on him. You fire another arrow then punch a nearby guard in the face. Before the guard can recover, you backhand him with your bow then knock him backward with a front kick. 

“Black Falcon!” Robin calls, then flings a guard toward you. 

You fire an arrow into the guard’s shoulder and knee, the man collapsing to the ground with a scream. 

“We’ve gotta figure out how to destroy that computer without blowing up the building,” You grab Robin’s arm. “Come on, before they send more guards!” 

Robin nods, running back to the computer room with you, emptying the small explosives he carries with him. 

“These will take out some of the systems, but it won’t destroy the whole thing,” Robin frowns, digging through his utility belt. 

“What if I fire my explosive arrows at them? Between both of the explosives, that would be enough, right?” 

Robin pauses to think for a moment then begins arranging the explosives in a specific pattern. 

“Can you fire both of your explosive arrows at the same time?” 

“Pft, easily.” 

Robin nods then finishes arranging the explosives. 

“We need to get to a higher vantage point,” He pauses, looking around the room, then spots a vent. “There.” 

“Uh… You’re a little big for a vent, don’t you think?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at Robin’s broad shoulders. 

“Getting into small, high places is Nightwing’s specialty. I am more than capable.” 

You shrug. 

“Whatever you say.” 

“I’ve set the explosives to be a chain reaction. Fire at that one,” Then Robin points to the explosives at the top of the chain and you two make your way into the vent. 

While it’s a tight squeeze for Robin, he’s true to his word and maneuvers expertly into the vent. The only feasible way to hold your bow is sideways, but you’ve shot sideways plenty of times. 

“You ready, Bat Brat?” You ask. 

Robin nods curtly, clearly unimpressed with the old nickname. You grin at him then fire at the explosives. 

. . . 

The rest of the mission goes smoothly. All of the people experimented on are getting medical attention, any of the Titans that were injured are being patched up, and there were no casualties. You don’t mind the Titans. Heck, you might even join the team. 

Currently, you’re sitting on the roof of the tower, your feet dangling over the edge. While the Titans are cool, you enjoy your tall perches. You blame Roy for introducing you to the thrilling world of heights. 

Someone silently sits down next to you. You don’t even have to turn your head to know who it is. 

“You’ve got a good team, Dames,” You tell him. 

“They’re adequate,” He says simply. 

“That’s pretty high praise coming from you,” You tease. 

Damian rolls his eyes. 

“You were also… adequate on the mission.” 

“Aw sucks, Dames. You’re gonna make me blush.” 

Damian rolls his eyes again. 

“You weren’t too bad yourself,” You tell him, bumping his shoulder. “You’re a good leader. This team is lucky to have you.” 

You see Damian look down out of the corner of your eye. You turn to see him hiding a blush. 

“Aw, Damian, are you blushing?” You tease, poking his cheek. 

“Shut up!” Damian snaps, his face growing darker. He bats your hand away. “I’m not blushing!” 

“Sure you’re not,” You grin, leaning back on your hands and admiring the city. 

You two sit in silence for a few minutes, watching the sunset over the city. Maybe Roy and Kori are right. Maybe it’s time for you to join a team of your own… 

“I…” Damian starts slowly. “I enjoyed having you in the field today.” 

You look over at Damian with a shit-eating grin. 

“Careful, Dames. With words like that, you might make me think you actually like me.” 

Damian blushes again, looking irritated. 

“Your personality is insufferable, but you have good skills.” 

“Uh-huh,” You nod, not buying anything he is saying. “Is that why you’re sitting on the roof with me and not your teammates?” 

Damian doesn’t say anything which only deepens your grin. 

“I enjoyed today too. We work well together,” You say. “I think I’ll have to tag along on another mission soon.” 

“...I’d like that,” Damian admits. 

You grin again, laying your head on Damian’s shoulder. 

“You know, you may be a cocky son of a bitch, but you’re alright, Dames.” 

“You’re still insufferable,” Damian tells you but leans his head on yours anyways. 

“I don’t know who you think you’re fooling with that line.” 

“I don’t need to fool anyone, it’s the truth!” 

“Uh-huh, Dames. Sure it is.” 

Me? Write a Damian fic where I’m happy with his dialog and characterization? It’s more likely than I thought. 

Part 2

[sohotthateveryonedied]

We Dream in the Dark, for the Most Part

Read here on AO3!

Summary:

Jason is in the middle of lathering his hair with shampoo when suddenly the lights go out, leaving him in darkness. An instinctive chill runs down his spine, only to be replaced with annoyance. Of course. Beyond the shower spray, he can hear Lian shriek in fear, followed by Roy muttering curses.

Jason sighs. “Roy?” he calls.

“Handling it!”

It was a grueling patrol, but Jason is relieved to be home. He missed having Roy by his side tonight, but their usual babysitter, Mrs. Peterson from next door, came down with pneumonia yesterday and canceled. She doesn’t seem to have any idea that her neighbors are vigilantes, but they pay her enough that she doesn’t ask. Lian is coloring at the coffee table while Jason toes off his boots, leaving them at the front door. She’s wearing her fluffy Stitch pajamas, which she’s been practically living in for the last week and a half. “Hey, princess.” Jason drops a kiss on top of her head as he passes. “Where’s your dad?” “In the kitchen. He’s playing with the electricity again.” “Oh, good. Because, you know, I was actually hoping our place would explode, just to spice things up.” Lian giggles. “Has he fed you yet?” She shakes her head, her black pigtails swinging back and forth. “Nope. But he promised me special sushi if I cleaned up all my books.” Jason will never understand Lian’s passion for her “special sushi,” which is just deli ham slathered in strawberry yogurt and rolled up like a spring roll from hell. Jason gets nauseated just thinking about it, but the kid loves the stuff. “And did you clean up?” Lian points over at the bookshelf against the wall. They don’t have a huge apartment by any means, but Jason insisted on dedicating an entire wall to his books. That was one of the conditions when Roy first asked Jason to move in with him and Lian. It took weeks of finagling to convince Jason to relinquish a small section of the bookshelf for Lian’s picture books, which are indeed all in their right places. “Then it looks like you’ve earned your sushi, little miss. I’m gonna shower first and then I’ll make it for you, alright?” “I can make it by myself.” Jason snorts. “After what happened last time? I don’t think so.” It was his own fault for thinking a five-year-old could prepare her own food. It took a solid hour to scrub the yogurt stains out of the carpet. Jason pokes his head in the kitchen on his way to the bathroom. “Tell me you’re not burning the building down.” “Okay, then I’m not burning the building down,” Roy says around the screwdriver trapped between his teeth. He stands in front of what was once a light switch, tinkering with something that he most definitely should not be tinkering with, but Jason is picking his battles today.

“I’m not going to bother telling you that you’re on your second strike with the landlord. If he has to come up here again, I’m not defending you.” “You know what I miss? The old days when people would greet each other by saying things like, ‘hi, sweetie, how was your day?’ ‘Oh, it was lovely, darling. How about a kiss after spending hours apart and missing each other dearly?’ ‘Babe, it’s like you read my mind!’ You know, stuff like that?” Jason arches an eyebrow. “I’ve got mobster blood caked in my hair. Still want a hello kiss?” “Not really, no. Go shower.” “Try not to blow a fuse in the meantime, please.” Roy salutes with his screwdriver. “Aye, aye, captain.” Jason goes to the bathroom and relishes in the feeling of peeling off his armor and the bodysuit underneath, every layer soaked with sweat and blood. It’s a good thing his Red Hood getup is all dark colors, or he’d have scarred Lian for life ten times over already. He turns the shower knob as hot as it’ll go, letting his muscles slowly unravel under the spray. He takes his time scrubbing off the blood and dirt, whistling some shitty pop song that Dick paid Barbara to blast through the comms all. Night. Long. Jason has plans to add that to his repertoire of torture techniques if he ever needs some extra edge. It’s definitely effective. Jason is in the middle of lathering his hair with shampoo when suddenly the lights go out, leaving him in darkness. An instinctive chill runs down his spine, only to be replaced with annoyance. Of course. Beyond the shower spray, he can hear Lian shriek in fear, followed by Roy muttering curses. Jason sighs. “Roy?” he calls. “Handling it!” Another sigh. This is what he gets for leaving Roy alone. It’s Jason’s own fault, really. He quickly rinses the shampoo from his hair and leaves the bathroom, and towel wrapped around his waist. He navigates the pitch black apartment and finds Roy lighting a match in the kitchen. He’s got Lian tucked in one arm. “What did I say?” Jason asks. “I know, I know—” “I said not to blow a fuse. That was your one job.” “Technically, I didn’t blow a fuse. I just overloaded the circuit and cut off the electricity for the whole building.” Jason smacks himself in the forehead. “Wonderful.” Remind him again why he’s in love with this man? “I’m sure it’ll be fixed in no time.” “You can’t see it, but I’m rolling my eyes.” “You’re overreacting. It’s just a little blackout.” “We have ice cream in the freezer.” “I’ll buy more.” Jason runs a hand through his wet hair. “You’re killing me, babe. Again.” “It’s just one night without power, right? I’m sure it’ll come back on in the morning.” He bounces Lian a little, who’s got her face buried in Roy’s neck. Poor thing is terrified of the dark. “What do you think, pumpkin? You think you can be brave for one little night in the dark?” “I don’t like it. It’s scary.” “I know it is, sweetheart. But do you want to know a secret?” He leans in close to her ear, mock-whispering, “Jaybird over here is afraid of the dark too.” Lian looks at Jason with wide eyes. “Really?” Roy nods. “Yep. But you know what? He’s so brave and strong that he overcame that fear and now it hardly bothers him anymore. Do you think you can be brave like that?” “I can be super brave.” “That’s my girl. Not, sit here for a minute, ‘kay?” He sets her down on the arm of the sofa. The match has fizzled out by now, leaving them in complete darkness. “I know I have some scented candles around here somewhere. Dinah keeps getting them as gifts and pushes them on me when she doesn’t like them.” Jason’s eyes widen. “Wait, watch out for the—” Roy trips with a shout, glass shattering as he falls. “—coffee table.” Roy just groans in response. “Hang on, let me get a light.” Jason makes his way to the drawer they keep the emergency flashlight in. He turns on the beam to show Roy on the floor, surrounded by glass shards and clutching his leg. There are several small cuts peppering his knee like he crawled on a beach made of broken bottles. Jason gasps. “Oh my god, Roy! You broke Lian’s crayons!” Roy flips him off, angling his hand so Lian can’t see. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” Jason helps him up and hands him the flashlight. “Lian, honey, will you help him get to the couch? I need to put some clothes on.” And he’s almost positive there’s another flashlight somewhere in Roy’s nightstand. They’re going to need all the light they can get. Jason gets dressed and retrieves the flashlight, plus one of Lian’s Disney princess glow sticks. When he returns, Roy is on the couch with his leg propped up on what remains of their coffee table. Lian is shining the flashlight on her tiny first-aid kit which Kori gave her last Christmas. She sifts through her collection of band-aids. “One to ten?” “Barely a two,” Roy says. “I already dug the glass out, and none were deep enough to need stitches.” Jason checks him over anyway, just to be sure. He wipes away the blood and applies some ointment over the cuts. He turns to Lian when he’s finished. “Can I trust you to finish this up while I make dinner?” She nods enthusiastically. Perfect. Lian can keep herself busy plastering Roy in Hello Kitty bandages, and Jason will have time to figure out what the hell they’re doing, food-wise. “How do you expect to make dinner without electricity?” Roy asks, reading his mind yet again. “What, did you never have to eat cold leftover pizza in your million-dollar mansion growing up? Weird.” He dodges the pillow Roy throws his way, laughing. “Those jokes don’t count when you also grew up in a million-dollar mansion.” Thirty minutes later and the three of them are sitting on the couch, Roy and Jason eating cold mushroom casserole while Lian enjoys her ham and yogurt. Once you get over the temperature difference, cold casserole turns out to be just as tasty as hot casserole. Gordon Ramsey should take notes. Jason managed to track down the candles Roy was talking about earlier and set them in various places around the living room, lighting the room in a dim glow. It’s not perfect lighting by any means—not even good lighting, really, but at least no one will be falling into another coffee table anytime soon. Roy’s knee is covered in Hello Kitty band-aids, some of which are in spots that weren’t even cut up by the glass. Roy doesn’t seem to mind. Jason took a picture for potential blackmail reasons. “I’m bored,” Lian says after a while. “You could always go to bed,” Roy suggests, “given that your bedtime was fifteen minutes ago but your daddies are nice enough to let you stay up this long.” “That was nice of us,” Jason agrees. “I think we’ve earned a quiet night to ourselves.” Lian pouts. She grabs Jason’s arm, clinging to his bicep like a koala. “But it’s dark in my room.” “It’s dark in there every night.” “It’s really dark tonight. Can I stay here with you instead?” Her eyes are big and innocent, perfectly disguising the mischief lurking within. This girl could be a successful con artist one day. (Not that Jason or Roy will ever let that happen. She’s going to grow up and become a veterinarian or something equally harmless.) Roy and Jason meet eyes, having a silent conversation over Lian’s head. Finally, Roy sighs. “Fine. You can stay up with us a little longer, but only because of the blackout, okay? Don’t go thinking that this trick is going to work tomorrow night.” Lian claps her hands, bouncing in her seat. “Can I have coffee?” “Absolutely not.” She isn’t deterred in the slightest. “This is gonna be so fun! We can stay up all night long, even past midnight and three o’clock which is when the ghosts come out.” “Ghosts, huh?” Jason says. “Yeah, Aunt Stephanie told me all about it! Three o’clock is when the witching hour happens and witches and ghosts come out like Bloody Mary and Freddie Cougar and they call come into your house and walk around but you can only see them if you’re awake, which I’m gonna be because I’m not even tired, I could stay up all night long and for a million, bazillion years, and—” She lasts seven minutes. Lian is fast asleep now with her head in Roy’s lap, her tiny feet dangling off the arm of the sofa. Jason drapes a blanket over her, kissing her on the forehead. He’s careful not to jostle Roy’s bandaged leg as he takes a seat beside him, putting his arm around Roy’s shoulders. “Well, I’m fucking exhausted.” “It’s cool if you want to go to bed,” Roy says. “I don’t mind sticking around here with Lian until the power comes back on.” “Nah, it’s fine. I like it better in here, anyway.” In here, where the light is. Roy doesn’t comment on the hidden meaning that he definitely catches on to, and Jason loves him for it. He just kisses Jason’s cheek, settling against his side. Jason doesn’t mention the darkness thing often. Or at all. After all, grown men don’t get scared of the dark—especially when they live in a place like Gotham and were raised in a literal cave. But if Lian insists on having the hallway light on in addition to the night light next to her bed, then Jason isn’t about to discourage her. Roy never says a word about it. Every night he keeps the door to his and Jason’s bedroom cracked open just enough so a sliver of hallway light floods in, and it’s good for both of them, really. Jason feels safer with the light on, and they both feel safer being able to hear every creak and draft in the apartment, falling asleep knowing that nothing will sneak up on them. Even when Jason was living on his own, post-resurrection, he always kept a lamp on when he went to sleep in whichever safehouse he was squatting in that night. Back before he had a place to call home. On especially bad nights, he would turn on the lights in every single room, even the one in the microwave. Only then could he sleep soundly. He can’t exactly do that now, but he doesn’t need to. Whenever his head gets too heavy to bear, he’ll simply wrap his arms around Roy and fall back asleep to the sound of Roy’s heart beating under his ear. He falls back asleep in minutes. Jason isn’t entirely sure what caused the light issue in the first place. Sometimes he can’t remember if it arose before or after he was adopted by Bruce. Other times he’s sure it’s lingering trauma from the coffin, from waking up in pitch blackness six feet underground. No bearings, no sense of what was happening or where he was. The only thing in there with him was the thick, cloying darkness on every side of him. Jason shivers just thinking about it. “We should get her a new night light,” he says. “Battery powered, not a plug-in. It would be a good investment if you ever try destroying our electricity again.” Roy hums. “We can pick one up tomorrow. I need to take her clothes shopping anyway. And it might be a good idea to have a couple for the living room and bathroom so we don’t have a repeat of tonight.” “Good idea.” God, Jason’s craving a cigarette right now. Every nerve in his body urges him to get one and soothe the anxiety buzzing in his brain, but he has a rule against smoking in the apartment or anywhere near Lian. He’d settle for a beer instead, whatever keeps the buzzing at bay, but he doesn’t drink at home either out of respect for Roy’s sobriety. He’s stuck. Roy must notice Jason’s twitching fingers because he reaches into his pocket, careful not to wake Lian as he pulls out a stick of nicotine gum. “Here.” Jason unwraps the gum and shoves it in his mouth. He takes a deep breath in as he chews, letting it out slowly. It takes the edge off some, but not completely. Still, it’s better than nothing. “You’re just carrying these on you now?” "Came in handy, didn't it?" “And I thought Bruce was the king of being prepared for everything.” Jason straightens the wrapper until it’s flat like a card. He holds it over the nearest candle until it catches, watching the flame consume the paper, eating away at its edges. He blows it out just before it gets too close to his fingers. “When I was a kid,” he says after a minute, “my mom and I used to light candles like these. The heat would get turned off pretty often since she was usually too high to remember what day it was, let alone when the bills needed to be paid. But whenever it happened, she would send me to the store with a couple dollars and I’d buy a bag of marshmallows. We’d roast them over the candles and pretend we were camping.” “That sounds nice.” “It was. I mean, now I realize that it’s actually really fucking sad that we had to resort to candles ‘cause my mom wasted all her cash on drugs and couldn’t pay the heating bill. But at the time, it was nice. It’s one of the few good memories I have of that time.” He feels more than sees Roy’s fingers lacing through his own, clasping their hands together. “I was telling the truth earlier, you know. You’re brave and strong and badass all the way.” Jason snorts. “Even if I get freaked out every time the lights go out?” Roy doesn’t laugh with him. “Yeah, even then. And you know why?” He rests his head on Jason’s shoulder, lets Jason feel his warmth. “Because of all the things to be afraid of, you picked the one that can be fixed by just turning the lights on. Once you do that, there’s nothing left in the world that can scare you. And that’s pretty damn badass if you ask me.”

[sweet-sammy-kisses]

You’re the Only Sweet I Want

Written for day 1 of JayTim week. Prompt: Chef/Bakery Summary: It has been five years since Jason Todd has laid eyes on Tim Drake since he walked away from the Bat-family and left Gotham behind. So imagine his surprise when he is talked into visiting a bakery by Lian.

Tim Drake put his life as Red Robin behind him. He moved on beyond his heartbreak of losing his family and found a new one, or that is what he tells himself. When Jason Todd comes back into his life everything comes rushing back including his feelings for Jason.

Now that Jason has finally found Tim he doesn't plan on letting him slip through his fingers again and he is finally going to get a taste of what he has been dreaming of. Notes: This is a chapter story it will be four chapters using the first four days prompts for the JayTim week. This is also my first time writing JayTim.  Rating: it will be Mature It is also on AO3

"Hey, boss man we have another order for your mocha coffee cakes!" Owens announced as he entered the kitchen of the small bakery.

Tim Drake blinked at his friend and co-worker. "We have already sold out the ones I made this morning?" Tim knew that it was a hot seller but he didn't think they would sell out this early.

Owens grinned at Tim, taking delight in the flour that dusted his cheeks. "Yep," he made sure to pop the p in the way that he annoyed the other baker.

Pru glared at Owens, she knew he did that just because it made her eye twitch which it did. "If you bothered looking I just finished up another batch." She growled out.

Not at all effected by Pru's glare, Owens grinned at her, "Thanks, love." Picking up the new batch that had been off to the side cooling he exited through the swinging door and back out into the main part of the bakery.

Tim Drake shook his head if anyone told him five years ago that after saving Bruce from being lost in the timeline he had hung up his cape, left Gotham in the dust, and started over in San Francisco with his friends. It was completely Conner's fault that he opened up a bakery with three former assassins.

After saving Bruce Tim had found himself adrift from the those he once called family, his relationship with Dick had been torn to shreds by the actions before he left, Dick taking Robin from him, thinking he was crazy, suggesting that he go to Arkham and leading to his creditability being destroyed in the hero community. The only ones who believed him and stood by him where Conner, Bart, Cass, and Cassie after Conner talked to her.

Tim loved his brother, he truly did. Dick had been the first person to hug him and show him any kind of love to have it ripped away from him had left deep scars that still haven't healed. He thought Dick had truly thought of him as a brother but the moment Damian arrived it seemed that Dick had slowly begun replacing Tim with Damian. The fact that Dick never spoke up when Damian verbally and emotionally abused him, told him he wasn't wanted or part of the family and the fact that he stayed silent when Damian tried to kill him showed Tim how much he meant to Dick.

It hurt.

Tim had nothing left in Gotham and he had found a new family in Pru, Z, Owens and he had Conner, Cass, Cassie, Bart, Gar, and Raven. Tim might have lost the Bat-family but he had created a new family from those who cared for him, he was happy.

+*****+

Jason Todd grumbled under his breath, he couldn't believe that Kory had talked him into this. "It was a dirty trick using Lian like that." The famous and feared Red Hood brought down by a pair of doe-eyes and a sweet "Please Uncle Jay?"

Kory smiled sweetly as she turned her head to look at Jason from where she was walking ahead with Lian holding her hand and skipping along beside her. "You know I play to win, Jason."

Roy, Jason traitor of a best friend, just grinned as he flung his arm around Jason's shoulders. "Cheer up Jaybird. I heard this place is the bomb. It is like eating ambrosia itself."

Jason, who had learned to cook at the hands of Alfred Pennyworth very much doubted that. "I guess we'll see when we get there."

Roy could only shake his head, "Don't be such a food snob. Not everyone can compete with the great Alfred."

Jason had to admit that Roy had a point, "Fine I'll give this place a shot."

"I knew you would see it our way. If you didn't Lian was prepared to unleash her puppy eyes." Roy happily informed Jason who snarled at his friend smile.

So wrapped up no one noticed two sets of eyes watching them and widening when they realized where they were heading.

+*****+

Tim had just finished up his raspberry and chocolate scones that were sitting beside his chocolate-dipped strawberries ready to be taken out when a breeze blew his hair to one side. Tim let out a deep breath, he was used to Bart and Conner using their super speed to arrive at his shop. "Your stuff is its usual place."

"RedHoodStarfireRoyandLianareontheirwayhere," Bart informed Tim as he vibed in and out of his spot.

It took a second for Tim to understand Bart's words and when he did he turned a worrying shade of white.

It had been five years since he left and not one of the Bat-family but Cass had looked for him or reached out to him and now Jason Todd, Tim's Robin, his first crush was on his way here. "There has to be a mistake."

Conner, well aware of Tim's feelings for Jason shook his head. "Sorry man but we saw them with our own eyes. You don't have to see them just let Owens or Z deal with them."

Tim knew that his friends would do it without question but no he didn't want that. "No. This is my place and I am tired of hiding from them. It has been five years and while I doubt that Jason has come here actually looking for me, I want him and the others to know that I have moved on from them and they no longer have any power over me."

Conner couldn't help but grin, this was the Tim he remembers, his best friend who wouldn't let anyone walk over him. "You go! We have got your back!" Conner reassured him.

Bart nodded, "I mean I doubt we can take Red Hood but we will try." He promised.

Tim felt a smile appear on his face, he loves his friends, his family.

+*****+

"Robin's Sweets? Really?" Jason rolled his eyes, he did find it odd that the store colors were more in replacement's colors when he changed his suit to reflect on when he lost Conner.

Jason shoved the feeling of longing deep down, it had been five years since Tim disappeared from the family and Gotham after he saved Bruce. It took six months before anyone did anything. Dick had reached out to Gar and Raven of the Titans if they had seen Tim only for them to tell him that while they had Tim wanted nothing to do with them. Jason couldn't blame Tim, not after the way they treated him. Now that he was free of the pit madness he wanted nothing more to make amends with Tim. Only he couldn't find him. The only one in the family who had any clue as to where Tim was is Cass and she wasn't talking, everyone knew that Tim was her favorite.

"Brother hurt. Reach out when he wants to. Not push him."

Cass's words haunted Jason as he knew they did Dick and Bruce, he wasn't sure about Damian but the demon spawn had mellowed somewhat under Dick's teachings and he seemed to understand how he treated Tim was wrong.

All of them realized how they treated Tim was wrong. Dick carried a lot of guilt about what had happened when Bruce had been lost in the time stream. For the first year, Dick had swung from rage at himself to weepy over the fact that he lost Tim. He had gotten better but Jason knew that he still blamed himself for how he treated Tim.

Bruce, well he had shut down. Jason hadn't understood it until Alfred explained it to him.

"Master Tim was a light when Master Bruce needed it the most. Losing you sent him into a dark place and it was only Master Tim's arrival that pulled him out of it. Master Tim has done so much for this family and when he needed us the most we let him down. I let him down. I should have talked to Master Dick more when took Robin from him. I should have made sure he knew that he had my support."

Jason had never seen Alfred look so broken. It wasn't just Bruce who had lost his light so had Alfred, "Don't worry we will find baby bird and let him know how much we care about him."

Jason was pulled out of his thoughts when he was pulled into the bakery by Roy and he came to a complete stop.

The last thing Jason expected to see was three of Ra's elite assassins working the fucking counter. "What the hell are you three doing here?" Jason hissed, wishing that he had his guns and grateful that no one else was currently in the shop, he didn't want anyone to get hurt.

Kory recognizing Jason's tone gently pushed Lian behind her, ready to get her to safety if the need calls for it.

"What are you doing here Todd?" Z asked with a raised eyebrow.

"None of your freaking business." Jason made it his goal not to swear when Lian was around him.

Tensions began to rise but before anyone could do anything the long lost bird, the young man who haunted his dreams exited the kitchen with his two best friends behind him.

"Hold it! There will be no fighting in my shop!" Tim Drake growled out in his best Batman voice, one that demanded you listen to him and obey or he will kick your ass.

"Tim." Jason couldn't believe it after five long years Timothy Drake-Wayne was standing before him. Jason didn't care if Tim had dropped the Wayne from his last name he was still a Wayne and a part of the family.

"Hello, Jason." Tim could feel his heart pounding at the sight of his first love standing before him, the man he had never been able not to stop loving. "Z, you are in charge make sure that there is no fighting. Bart, get Lian the coloring books and crayons. Jason, you come with me." Tim turned on his heel and headed back into the kitchen.

Before Jason could move to follow him Conner appeared in front of him. "Hurt Tim and I will end you," Conner growled out.

Jason would admit, not out loud of course, that he was pretty impressed with Conner's guts. "I won't." He would do his best not to hurt Tim, not again.

Conner studied Jason for a few more seconds before he nodded and let Jason pass him.

Tim had his arms crossed his chest as Jason entered the kitchen. "So when can I expect the rest of the Bats to arrive?" Tim demanded to know, he wasn't sure if he was ready to see them again.

Despite the brave act he put on Jason could see a hint of fear in Tim's eyes. "They don't know you're here. Lian heard about this place and she used her doe-eyes to convince us to come here. I won't tell them you are here baby bird, that isn't my place." Jason promised and he felt his eyebrow raise when he saw a faint blush appear on Tim's face at the nickname. 'Interesting.' Jason would file that way for future use.

Letting out a sigh Tim ran his fingers through his hair, Jason never thought that he would be jealous of fingers. "I don't know why but I believe you. Come on let's join them before Lian has my employees wrapped around her little finger."

Jason let Tim go first and he found his eyes drawn to a certain part of Tim's body, he felt his mouth go dry at the way those tight jeans clung to Tim's body and highlight his ass, leaving little to the imagination and Jason had a very good imagination.

Exiting the kitchen Tim and Jason both smiled at the sight of Lian having taken command had everyone sitting around the table coloring.

Lian's face lit up at the sight of them, "Uncle Jason! Uncle Tim! Come join us!"

"You don't want to disappoint her, no do you baby bird?" Jason purred in Tim's ear as he passed him.

Tim hadn't even noticed when Jason had gotten that close to him and shivered as Jason's body brushed against his. Tim found his eyes drawn to Jason's thighs and licked his suddenly dry lips as he recalled his fantasies of riding those strong things. 'Nope now is not the time.' Tim firmly told himself as he moved to join them.

+*****+

Jason had to admit that Tim certainly knew what he was doing, "Alfred would be proud." He told Tim as he finished off the last of the caramel nut muffin he had ordered.

"Thank you." That was high praise to Tim.

"It was so good Uncle Tim," Lian added from where she was finishing up her warm brownie with ice cream, smears on chocolate on her face.

"Thank you, Lian." Tim could see why Lian had everyone wrapped around her little finger, she was adorable.

"Dude so good," Roy added as he finished off his blueberry scone.

Kory let out a moan of bliss as she finished off the last of her chocolate cheesecake, a sound that had almost everyone feeling envious of that cake.

"Yeah baby bird, we will be stopping by quite a bit while we are in the city," Jason vowed.

Tim could only stare at him, "You're staying for a while?"

Jason grin was pure sin as he leaned in closing the distance between them, "Oh yeah, there is something special I want to try but I plan on working my way up to it." Jason purred out.

Tim didn't know what to say as he watched Jason and his friends pay and then leave, he could feel the worried eyes of his friends on him. "I'm sure Jason didn't mean it. I bet they will be gone tomorrow." Tim ignored the pang in his heart at the thought of not seeing Jason again. 'No, it is for the best. Jason is part of my past that I have moved on from. It would be better if he left.'

+******+

Tim knew he was in trouble when he arrived at his bakery first thing in the morning to find Jason leaning against the wall, two cups of coffee in his hands, and a smirk on his handsome face.

"Hey baby bird, I told you I would be back." Jason wasn't leaving until he made amends with Tim and maybe got a taste of what he had been longing for.

[gobydana]

Could you do a reader x Jason where when he’s with the outlaws he comes across the reader who was his ex that he never got over and finds out that due to an accident she lost all memory of him.

Hope you enjoy. This got way too long but I think it turned out well. (side note, next time you might want to mention happy ending cause damn I had fun with this.) 

Simple coffee shop stakeout, that was all this was supposed to be. Instead it landed him down a rabbit hole of memories once he saw her. Y/N looked as gorgeous as always as she drank her coffee and wrote. The memories, good and bad, were floating into his mind. No doubt he would regret it later as he got no intel on the store clerk who was suppose to be selling drugs. That’s why he came here, to watch that person. Not his ex, who he still very much loved. 

He kept tabs on her when they first broke up/she left him with his heart in pieces since he was never around. He stopped because he knew it wasn’t good for him, but at this moment he thought elsewise. Quickly, he shot a text out to some mutual friends to see how she was doing. It was creepy he knew, but he just had to know she was okay. What he didn’t expect was to get a phone call that might change everything. 

He exited the cafe to answer the phone, no use her hearing. Their mutual friend broke it all down for him, the accident and the memory loss. In fact he was worried about their friend being out as she still got loss sometimes walking home. Afterall, she didn’t move to Gotham till shortly before meeting Jason, so she doesn’t remember the city as well. Jason took that as a cue to keep an eye on her. 

That night, Jason took his patrol of Red Hood towards the apartment she moved into after she moved out of his. It was a small flat with not a lot in it. Her job kept her traveling a lot. Now though it looked more lived in. Not like someone just using it to crash once in awhile. What was missing though was anything showing a story of the person who lived there. No pictures of her or anyone. She use to keep a picture of her family hung up but even that was gone. 

In between patrol and gigs with the outlaws, he kept an eye out on her. He debated with Roy a lot. This could give him a chance to start over, fix the mistakes he made the first time. Yet somehow he couldn’t do that, knowing he was lying. If she gave him a second chance, it had to be on her own terms knowing what happened. Turns out though, fate had other ideas. 

One night he was patrolling when he saw her. Two thugs had her pinned against a wall asking for money she kept saying she didn’t have. Anger burned in him as he got closer in full Red Hood gear. The thugs saw him and decided to run letting her go. It was no use as he slammed the first thugs ahead against the wall and shot the second thugs kneecaps. He turned around to see her still glued to the ground and shaking. 

He couldn’t stand to see her hurt and scared. Blood was coming from an arm that got cut. He silently cussed while walking towards her. Quickly he bandaged her up and offered to walk her home. While this town still confused her foggy memory, she had heard of Red Hood often. Knew he wouldn’t harm her, so she took up his offer. 

The walk home was quite. Jason felt awkward near, something that had never happened before.  Her though, she kept the chatter up. That was something he missed about her, always keep a conversation open. SHe talked about her new job and how odd Gotham was. It wasn’t until they reached the apartment that he finally talked. He bid her goodnight and walked away. As he left, she thought she did something wrong. He left suddenly and had barely talked the whole. She chalked it up the hero lifestyle. 

For the next few weeks he would follow her home, making sure she got home safe and then would go to normal patrol. If he wasn’t there, Dick or Barbara would watch. They knew it would help Jason. Both could see the hurt in his eyes though, the pain that was very present after the breakout not that long ago. 

He thought he was sneaky, but her memory lost did not stop her ability to know when something was up. It didn’t take long before she figured he was watching her walk home. After a week, she decided to test her theory. For some reason she pegged him as a cookie type of person, so she left a plate on the fire escape. That night after Jason watched her walk into the apartment and turn her lights on he turned around. IT was the sound of the window opening that got him to turn back. A plate of cookies was left. 

He laughed and debated going but he knew those cookies anywhere, they were his favorite she made. He decide to go check out, maybe she remembered. 

“So is this like Santa? Put a plate out and get catch a Red Hood?” She asked while holding out a cookie towards him. 

“Yep, just don’t let Black Mask catch on,” He joked back while shoving a cookie in his mouth. Same recipe and just as good as he remembered. “Why though?” 

“Thought you might need it with the extra activities of watching me.” SHe mentioned. 

“Well not many walk in this part of town at night alone. Not wise.” He stated. 

“Yeah well I am not from here. Plus don’t remember much. My friends suck and don’t let me go anywhere alone, so the only chance I have?” 

“What happened?” He found himself asking before he could stop himself. “Sorry don’t answer that if you don’t want.” He quickly added. 

“It’s okay. Doctor says talking may help. I got in a car accident and hit my head badly. Lost memory of the last few years. My friends are annoying since they are always like do you remember? Like I can’t just please let me be. The worst thing is I only know what is told to me. For instance I know I was in a serious relationship but they won’t talk about it. Like keeping part of my life from me and ugh.” She said while sitting down in defeat on the window. 

“I am sorry.” Was all he could say. 

“Sometimes different things trigger it but lately I don’t know. Honestly I am trying to piece it together but need people to stop hiding stuff from me.” She said and then yawned. She wished him good night and went back in leaving him with the cookies. 

That night he was munching on cookies while crashing with Roy. His head was so deep in thought that he didn’t hear Roy until a cookie was waved in his face. 

“This is Y/n’s recipe, I know it.” Roy about shouted. 

“Yeah I saw her tonight.” Jason said and then explained about his night. Of course this resulted in Roy jumping and demanding he should take his chance. Jason shook his head and told him he needed to get away. It was dumb following her. 

It wasn’t until a week or so later that things took another change. Red Hood was doing his best at avoiding her, hell he was even at the opposite side of town. The Gotham rain was coming down heavier than normal and gloomy Gotham looked horrible. He was focused on a drug deal at the docks below when he heard the scream. It was a sound he only heard in his worst dream. 

He ran towards the sound as quick as he could. THe rest of the bats could deal with the drug issue at the moment. He was running towards it with full force praying to every god he knew she was okay. A small part hoping the scream was all in his head, but that thought would soon be proven wrong. For as he ran around the corner, he saw her bleeding out under the dim street light with a thug rushing the opposite direction. 

Roy, who he didn’t know also abandon the drug deal came up behind him. Without words spoken, the archer knew to chase the thug while Jason tried to stop the bleeding. The flash of red was the last he saw of his friend before he knelt down next to the person who first showed him what love was truly about. 

He used his jacket to push against the wound in hopes the bleeding would stop. While thankfully the bullet went straight through, so not left somewhere for more damage, it created a second hole. More blood was soaking though and soaking the dark ground beneath them. A quick shout over the comns let him know that medicis were on their way. 

He took off his helmet, hoping to see her better and give her some comfort. The sound of his robic voice through it was not helping them stay calm. He kept whispering words of sweet nothings truly hoping they would grab onto something and stay awake. Every time he saw their eyes about to close he would beg her to stay awake. He didn’t care if they remembered him or not at this moment, as long as they stayed alive. 

“Y/N please just stay awake. Stay with me.” He kept asking. Most of the time they didn’t do much more than look at him. But if they did that, at least it meant the cruel world had yet to take them. 

“It hurts too much.” They whimpered when Jason put more pressure on the wound. In the background, the faint sound of sirens could be heard. Help was finally coming if they hung on long enough. 

“‘I know sweetie. Nightingale, I need you to hang one for me please.” He begged, letting his nickname for her accidently slip up. 

“Jay,” she said while turning to face him, recognition in their eyes for a brief moment. “You came.” They whispered with the last bit of energy left. With that, their eyes closed and their heartbeat weaken. 

“Please don’t,” He said as paramedics came up behind him and took them away, out of his arms. As they left, he could still feel her in his arms as the rain came pouring down. It was Batman who finally came to get him. Yet Jason couldn’t ask, too scared he already knew the answer. 

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