#alfred if ur reading this ur cringe

[ms-nesbit]

how would jason be as a dad?

Jason Todd - Father Edition

do i think he will be like anakin/darth vader, despite his writing (mostly) being depicted as DC's tragic fallen sidekick? no

he will probably be incredibly apprehensive the entirety of the pregnancy (if he impregnates someone)

but will read every single parenting book in the gotham library

and he will learn every nook and cranny about various parenting styles

PTO parent

threatens karen w a knife bc she was intimidating/using fear tactics to scare the kids

"why dont u pick on someone ur own size" - jason, at karen, at approximately 8:57pm

reads a book a night to his baby

and doesnt miss a night. ever.

self-identifies as a DILF

(until he gets hit on by women. then he cringes.)

teaches the importance of boundaries, self-respect, and self-defense

yes, hes a karate dad. his kids take karate and he refuses to elaborate further

doesnt understand cocomelon

and bans it from his roof

but loves cookie monster and gonger's food truck adventures

sings lullabies to his babies

but the lullabies are alice in chains or metallica hits

he even bought matching black sabbath shirts for him and his baby

HOME COOKED MEALS FOR HIS KIDS

and those really cool homemade lunch kits you see on pinterest, with the star shaped sandwiches and dinosaur carrots

will literally dropkick anybody who hits on his kid

"they are a fucking child, karen. why are you making comments about 'waiting till he's 18'? what're you gonna do, RISE from the grave and snatch my child? fucking crypt keeper."

"Oh, shit. Did you hear that? This creep wants to hit on my baby, who still shits herself and can barely hold her head up. How about I take you on a date, and show you exactly what I'd do to you if I catch you makin' those comments about her again, hmm?"

doesnt care about being a single dad, and doesnt use his kids as pawns to flirt with others

he trusts duke the most (aside from alfred) with his kids

then tim, then damian, then dick.

"what the fuc- he's 11!1!" - dick, when walking in on damian babysitting jason's child

"yes, and you stick your escrima stick wherever it fits. stay humble." - jason

bruce is the second best grandpa in the world

alfred is the world's best pop-pop

and jason goes to him for parenting advice, or when he's feeling doubtful about himself as a father

and it usually ends up with him in tears and alfred comforting him because he's a better father than he's ever had

[ask-aph-angel-canada]

the only time i think i ever visited a retirement home was for girl scouts (i am not a girl though just to be clear). although i think i also went to one once up in new york when i was visiting family but i can't remember that very well. i do agree though, i like old people a lot. my maternal grandmother came to live with us for a bit before she passed away (because hospice) and i loved having her around. am definitely not a fan of the reason she had to be here though

I’m so sorry for your loss man. But living with older people is usually always good :]

[squiddybeifong]

Omigosh the tattooed first words soulmate au would be rlly interesting for CassRae 🖤💙🖤💙 work ur magic squiddy love ya 💕💕💕

8.i: The first words your true love(s) will say to you are tattooed on you and why the fuck are their first words something really ridiculous

From this list of AU ideas:

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Raven wasn’t all to sure about her supposed ‘soulmate.’ For as long as she was alive, a phrase had forever been inked on her wrist, proclaiming that “Homemade waffles kinda suck.”

It wasn’t until she left Azarath that she even knew what a ‘waffle’ was. And once she did? She had been aghast. In what conceivable world, universe or multiverse could her one true love not like waffles?

It was quite a conundrum. One that didn’t plague her for long. So what if she had a supposed ‘soulmate,’ that didn’t mean she couldn’t fall in love with other people.

And so she had opened herself up to the possibility of never loving her soulmate and their horrific taste in breakfast foods. She lived her life with no concern in looking for romance. Sure she had had crushes; her time on the Titans ensured that. But none ever came to fruition until her twenty-first winter, when Dick invited her to keep him sane at the Manor’s ‘Winter Wonderland’ gala.

She had taken his arm as they exited the car, her pupils wide and her cringe barely off her face as paparazzi crowded the two, their blinding lights going off over and over and over again. Used to such annoyances, Dick easily guided her through the throng of anticipation and aggressiveness (because dear Azar some paparazzi were like blood-thirsty sharks), keeping himself calm as she latched onto his emotions through their bond.

But an emotional bond was a two-way street. So, when Dick felt a burst of attraction (not lust, but attraction) not half an hour into the party he glanced down at his long time friend, quickly catching sight of a woman dressed in black. His grin widened and his eyes lit up; not just any woman, but Cass.

Raven let out a little gasp when he pulled her to his side, leading them both towards his sister. Through their bond, he asked, Do you know ASL?

Still flustered as she was lead through the crowd, Raven bit back a groan at how suspiciously excited Dick was. You’re meddling again, she chided. He shrugged his shoulders, beaming at her and after a second she added, I know sign language well enough.

The mage bit her lip, looking down at her own dress, the blue velvet conservative enough for the cold weather and (hopefully) enough to catch this short mystery woman’s attention. Accepting that she wasn’t getting out of this, amethyst eyes glanced up at her friend, Who is she, exactly?

Dick didn’t answer, instead sliding up to Cass and wrapping an arm around her bare shoulders. “Heya, Cass.” He was reaching cartoon levels of giddiness. Raven was half expecting him to jump and click his heels midair, “I’d like to introduce you to one of the many bicons I surround myself with.”

The demoness pinched his side and put on a cool front as warm mahogany eyes settled on her. Brushing her braid back over her shoulder, Raven held out a hand, “Ignore the idiot, please.” Cass tilted her head to the side in surprise, her brows jumping in recognition. She looked the mage over and smirked, leaning forward to grab her pale hand. A little shock went through both of them as their skin touched and their eyes met.  

Trying to keep the blush from dusting her cheeks, the mage said, “I’m Raven.”

Letting go of her hand, the shorter woman signed out, I’m Cass.

From his spot next to them, Dick was practically vibrating as he watched them, his hands pressed to his cheeks. Remembering to act casual, he spotted and called a waiter over, “How about some drinks?” Without waiting for their answer, he plucked the two glasses off the tray.

A fake sigh escaped him in a huff, “Oh, shoot. All out, looks like I’ll have to go find some more.” Both women rolled their eyes at his horrid attempt at being subtle, a blush settling on their cheeks as he added, “Juuuuust so you know, she’s my sister and both of you are single. So have fun you two!” Snickering at how they quickly glanced at each other and then the floor, Dick snapped his fingers, gave them the finger-guns and a wink, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Cass and Raven both knew that he went to the hors d'oeuvre table to spy on their conversation, of course. But they didn’t let that stop them.

You know sign language?, Cass asked, a lazy smile on her face. She took in Raven’s stance, trying not to dwell in how mind numbingly gorgeous she was and instead focusing on the cute way she fiddled with her rings and shifted her weight from foot to foot. Nodding eagerly, the mage’s fingers fluttered over her glass’ stem, her other hand awkwardly answering a beat slower than her words, “I’m not fluent, as you can probably guess. But I know enough to hold a conversation.”

Cass watched as she shifted again, her feet rising nearly imperceptibly in her heels. You can fly; I’m guessing you must be a Titan, she noted. While she didn’t show it, the Bat was impressed when Raven immediately countered, “And you’re one of Bruce Wayne’s children. I assume you dress up like a bat to fight crime as well?”

Chuckling, Cass tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, Do you mind if we leave and continue this somewhere else? I hate these parties.

Raven smirked at her, tilting her chin towards one of the hallways, “The balcony might get crowded. Library or kitchen?”

–

Not even four nights later, Raven jumped up and out of her bed, nearly tripping as her blankets tangled around her feet. Eyes glowing, she slunk into the shadows and bolted into her kitchen, surprised at the sight of the Black Bat hunched over her counter.

Wordlessly, she decided not to question how the Bat knew where she lived and instead teleported to the bathroom, pulling out one of the first aid kits. She returned to Cass’ side, eyes widening at the numerous cuts and slashes that adorned her body.

Together, they peeled the neoprene suit off her, violet eyes taking note of which injuries would require stitches and which could wait. Despite the pain of her injuries Cass blushed when Raven’s fingertips ghosted over her collar and above the top of her sports bra. She forcibly kept her gaze on her lap as Raven peeled off her mask, unable to stop the blush from erupting on her face when the demoness looked into her eyes.

Cass knew that she was only checking for a concussion, but that didn’t do anything to lessen how intimate the move was. Raven cupped her chin, her fingers healing a nasty scrape right under her lower lip, and moved behind her. Lazily, pale fingers started to heal the already scarred expanse of back. The Bat heard as the healer inhaled, the sound sharper than usual, as her pasty fingertips slid over the tattoo on her back.

Most of it was concealed under the fighter’s bra, but the letters “iot, please” were clear as day.

A disk of black magic manifested under Cass and softly deposited her on the hardwood floor. Pale hands began to glow cerulean and set about healing the rest of her injuries. The two were quiet, save for Cass’ near silent hiss whenever Raven began to heal a particularly deep wound.

As the mage prepared a sling, Cass watched her guiltily, noticing the tired bags under her eyes. I’m sorry for waking you this late, she signed, the movement awkward and only partially understandable with one hand. Spelling out her words, the Bat added, Thank you.

Snorting as if she’d heard a joke, Raven glanced up from Cass’ wrist, “No need to apologize. Healing doesn’t take too much out of me.” Humming as she secured the Bat’s arm, mindful of her broken wrist, the mage murmured, “Especially when I have such great company.” A quick surge of surprise and happiness hit her emphatic shield and she grinned up at Cass.

Clearing her throat, Raven pointed a thumb over her shoulder, “Vic bought me a waffle maker and taught me how to make the batter. Wanna try it out?”

Teasingly, Cass smirked at her, Promise you won’t poison me?

The demoness stuck out her tongue as she read her words, chuckling as she made an ‘X’ over her heart, “I’ll try not to.” She helped Cass to her feet and floated into the kitchen, her brows furrowing as she re-enacted Victor’s instructions.

Although it was hard to remember everything when Cass was sitting there. The Bat wasn’t even trying to be distracting, but the way she rested her chin in her palm and the dimple that showed when she bit the inside of her cheek was entirely too cute to be ignored.

Victor would be proud, though; only the first waffle burned while the rest were edible.

Raven slid into the seat next to Cass, resting their shoulders together as she placed the plates of waffles in front of them. Taking a sip of water, she waited for Cass’ response. In the short time they’d know each other, they subsisted on frozen foods and Alfred’s leftovers, so she was anxious to see if the Bat actually liked her cooking. 

Cass nudged her hip before taking a bite; she chewed slowly, a bit confused at the overly airy texture. She poked at her waffle, prodding around with her fork. She looked up, as if to sign, but then realized that she couldn’t, not with a fork in one hand and the other in a sling. So, lazily, she deadpanned, “Homemade waffles kinda suck.”

Raven paused in her eating, her breath catching in her throat. Cass glanced at her and she tried to brush her surprise off her pale face, but the astonishment was running under her voice, “Yeah?”

Humming, Cass smiled a bit how how the cute the mage’s voice was when she was nervous, putting her attention on lazily fiddling with her fork again, “Frozen is better.”

A breathless chuckle escaped Raven and her shoulders rose an inch, her mind obviously racing a mile a minute behind her forced calm demeanor, “Um, yeah… yeah! Do you want me to put some in the toaster?”

Nodding, Cass stood, grabbing their plates. She tried to peek over the taller woman’s shoulder as she opened the freezer door, “We have blueberry?”

Raven hummed out a “Yes,” and Cass started for the sink. Feeling bold, Raven turned her head and pecked the Bat’s cheek, a lazy smile curling her lips.. Cass nearly stumbled, her years of training keeping her standing. Mahogany eyes snapped to the mage, her eyes wide as a blush started to dust her cheeks.

Raven bit her lip, “Two okay?”

Still in a bit of shock at the mage’s move, Cass blinked up at her, her eyes flicking from violet eyes to pale pink lips and back again. Raven gave her a coy smile, trying to keep her face from getting too hot and the Bat nodded eagerly, “Yeah, yeah! Two is good.” She put the plates down and scratched behind her ear, looking up expectantly.

Raven raised a brow and Cass turned up her cheek. After a second, she cleared her throat, “You said two.”

“Oh?” Biting her lip, Raven cupped her chin and kissed Cass’ cheek again, unable to stop a short peal of laughter from escaping when the shorter woman timidly wrapped her up in a hug. The empath rested their foreheads together, vigilant for any sign of uncertainty, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” Staring into Raven’s eyes, Cass went up on the tips of her toes and let their noses touch, “This is okay.”