#am I refering to when dick saw jason

[erinwantstowrite]

Halloween AU!!!

hey so. i put SOOOOO much effort into this au and for what? at least it ended up looking cool? anyways Halloween is my favorite holiday and i just HAD to make something for them!

i had a LOT of ideas for what everyone would be, but i really wanted to stick to a certain theme cause it's based around Halloween. i knew i had to have a vampire, werewolf, and a witch. cause like... obviously. iconic Halloween stuff!! but i took some liberties with everyone else and i think they turned out pretty cool!!

Jason was originally a fox shifter (which i still love and might draw art for some day) but i went with a bear in the end. is that because i thought about tiny bear cub Jaybin and wanted to cry? yeah. yeah it is. i KNEW Steph was going to be my werewolf though i started doubting myself when i went to draw her. turned out to be my favorite drawing on here which makes sense cause she is my light my love my daughter my will to live and all that jazz

Tim was actually gonna be a harpy but thank god i didn't go for that in the end. Duke was the one that was a bitch and a half trying to figure out BUT!! comments on the post asking what y'all thought led me towards Psychic so THANK YOUUUU everybody that commented!! (specifically those who thought of ghost!! Duke and Tim ended up being a perfect duo in this au)

Babs was pretty easy to figure out what I wanted for her. I read somewhere that they are seen as protectors of forests/ are considered spiritual authority figures and also.... she looks cool as fuck. Did not expect how easy it was to find a ref for a deer in a wheelchair though? I can never find the right hand or face angle reference but that was super easy???

For Bruce there was literally no question he HAD to be human. it's literally so funny that everyone who knows Batman thinks he's a spooky vampire but he's human. his first son, however?????? THAT'S the vampire. I knew Dick had to be a vampire too. A little nod towards that one comic run but in my au nothing bad happens ever 🥰 Damian also being a bat shifter is very on purpose because how funny is it that he's a bat man. Literally not a single person in the League thinks that Bruce is telling the truth about being human. Bruce you are NOT beating the secretly a vampire allegations.

adding in Jay's hilarious joke it's so fucking funny:

Alfred is actually a demon. I CAN NOT remember who made this post so if someone can help me find it, it would be appreciated!! because this was inspired by them!!! but somewhere i saw someone talk about Alfred being a demon that Thomas and Martha made a deal with (i think it was for an au idea?) and I just HAD to put it here. Alfred looks so human and everyone expects it, but he's definitely not. I put the ??? because it's so fucking funny. see if you can spot the 1 hint i put on his drawing that something is amiss!!

Peter is from an alternate dimension still, but it is not a world of creatures like him, it's just the same as LoF canon except Peter grew some extra limbs and eyes. He finds that it's actually pretty easy to fit in with the Waynes. Hard to feel like a freak when a guy can turn into a fucking bear, or your dad is a vampire, and the teenagers in the family are trying to summon ghosts or make potions.

additional doodles for this au:

i am still debating whether i am going to draw something for this au or write a oneshot, but i DO want to do something with these for Halloween

[alisonwritesimagines]

If Bruce and Batmom Divorced ~Bruce Wayne Imagine~

Summary: The final straw was Bruce officially cheating on you.

Author’s Note: I saw a TikTok about a comic of Catwoman having Bruce’s daughter and I thought of the angst between Batmom and Bruce.

This is not canon to the Batmom Universe

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Mentions of divorce, angst, cheating

Do not repost this anywhere!

You were a smart person after living with Bruce Wayne who is also Batman. You learned his tricks and gadgets while being his wife. So when you left without word the day after finding out Selina was pregnant with Bruce’s child, everyone grew into a panic.

“It’s like she just disappeared,” Tim said in disbelief.

“Now I know how she felt when I left the mansion,” Dick says.

“Where could she have gone?” Jason asked.

“Alfred, are you sure she didn’t say anything to you before she left?” Cassandra asked him with a sad and desperate look.

“If you think, she would disappear without telling me, you’re wrong. I do know where she is however, she asked me not to say anything. She only gave it to me for emergencies.”

“Then tell us, Alfred! We won’t tell Bruce,” Stephanie begged.

“I’m afraid I cannot do such thing. Not until she calls me and tells me that she is ready.”

Selina had showed up to your doorstep one afternoon and told you the news of her being pregnant with Bruce's child. You spend the first hour in shock before gathering your stuff that you had packed and left without saying goodbye.

It broke everyone when you left. Even Bruce.

Bruce would rather kill Joker and all the villains if it meant keeping you with him. He would murder every single person with bad in them if it meant he could have you with him. But what he did that finally broke you would never change your mind.

Then came the day when you finally showed up. But with a surprise.

"Mom?" Dick asked in shock.

"Hi honey," you smiled softly. Dick engulfed you into a quick hug before looking at you.

"Are you okay? How are you?" Dick asked.

"I'm okay. I'm doing well," you tell him. "Is Bruce home?"

"Yeah. He's home."

"I need to talk to him," you tell him.

"Yeah. Okay."

You followed Dick inside the manor and found Bruce sitting at the dining room table with Alfred and Damien.

"Ummi!" Damien said the moment he saw you.

He rushed over and hugged you tightly before realizing your condition.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's okay sweetie."

"It's good to see you Ms. Y/n," Alfred said, giving you a hug as well.

"I need to talk to Bruce really quickly. Alone," you tell everyone.

Everyone rushed out of the room so you two could be alone.

"Y/n-"

"I don't want to hear you talk Bruce. I am here to have you sign these," you say as you took out the divorce papers from your purse; "And I am here to let the kids know that I am okay."

"Y/n, can we talk about this? Is the baby mine?" Bruce asked referring to your pregnant bump.

"It's yours. But I don't need you for them. I am going to raise this child alone and we do not need you. You are having a child with Selina so if you want to be a father, go be that child's father because you have no right to be in my life anymore," you tell him.

"I put up with so much with you. And I am done. I am exhausted and being away from you for the past four months made me feel so free and relaxed. I have a good home now and it's in a good city and good neighborhood. I just want you to sign these papers, and let me go."

"I don't want to let you go. I don't want to lose you," Bruce said, looking up at you with tears in his eyes.

"Bruce. You lost me when you went to Selina after you told me you wouldn't go back to her," you tell him, tearing up as well.

"At least let me give you alimony so you don't have to work anymore. If I am going to lose you, at least let me do something good for you one last time," Bruce begged.

"Fine. But I don't want contact with you. I'll talk to the kids gladly and they are more than welcome to visit me or live with me but I am done with you Bruce. Until our child asks about you and wants to see you, then I will tell them about you and that they can visit you with the other kids as supervision. But for now, I don't want anything to do with you," you tell him.

"Y/n-"

"You can mail the paperwork to my lawyer," you tell Bruce before walking out. You found Damien and Dick standing by the door after you opened it. You gave them a hug and a kiss on the cheek before walking out. You looked over at Alfred and gave him a small nod.

Alfred walked over to the two boys and handed Dick a piece of paper.

"If you kids want to visit her," Alfred tells them before walking off.

Damien rushed out after you. He wrapped his arms around you, stopping your tracks.

“Don’t leave me Ummi. Please.”

“I’m sorry Damien. Alfred gave my address to you kids so if you want to visit me, you can. But I need to go right now,” you tell your son. Damien nodded before letting you go. You kissed his head once more before getting into your car and driving off.

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Bruce never interacted with you again after that day. He knew where you lived due to following the kids over to visit you. But he never went down to talk to you. He knew that you were stubborn and that you were holding your ground on not wanting to see him again. He just wished that he could take everything back to have you back in his arms.

The years went on and the kids began to grow up and move out of the house. That was until he got a knock on the door one day.

A girl who looked too much like you stood in front of him as she stared up at him. She couldn’t be older than ten.

"Are you Bruce Wayne?" She asked him.

"Yes I am."

"Hi! I'm Ella. I'm your daughter," she introduced.

"Ella," Bruce sighed in awe. He kneeled down to her height so he can look at her better. "Where's your mother?"

"She doesn't know I'm here. Which reminds me. I need to call her to tell her that I'm okay and that I'm sorry for running away to find you," Ella tells him.

"She will definitely have a heart attack. Come on," Bruce said, holding her hand.

He watched as Ella talked on the phone with you before she looked up at him.

"Mama wants to talk to you," she said, handing the phone over to him.

"Hi, Y/n."

"Is she okay? Is my baby okay?" You asked.

"She's okay. I got her."

"I don't know how on Earth she managed to get to you! I know I said I never wanted to see you again but please bring her back home. We can talk about her seeing you every weekend or something," you tell Bruce.

"Of course."

"I know you know where I live. Just come over with her please. Now," you say.

"I will."

Bruce took Ella back home where you waited for them.

"You young lady are grounded!" You sternly tell your daughter.

"But mom-"

"No buts. Go to your room!" You ordered her. Ella hugged her father before running to her room.

"Y/n-"

"Thank you for bringing her home safely. I can drop her off every weekend if you're not busy for her to see you," you tell Bruce.

"If you think that's best for her."

"She’s been asking to meet you,” you tell him. Bruce stayed silent for a moment.

“How are you?”

“Fine. How are you and Selina? Have you two been raising your child together nicely?” You asked him.

“We aren’t together. She put the child up for adoption,” Bruce explains.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“And I’m sorry for everything. Are you happy?” Bruce asked you.

“I’ve been better.”

“You know, I never stopped thinking about you.”

You stared at him for a moment.

“I’ll drop her off next weekend after she’s grounded. You can have her for the weekend as well as Father’s Day. I’ll have my lawyer draft up a new custody agreement,” you tell Bruce.

“You could always come with her,” Bruce said.

“No. Like I said years ago Bruce. I’m done with you. I can forgive you. But you also proved to me that you will never love me as much as I loved you,” you tell him.

“I’m sorry Y/n. For everything,” Bruce said before walking out of your home.

[sanguineterrain]

"they're giving me a few minutes to try and talk some sense into you." With Jason? As either the speaker or the one being spoken to? ��

This one was a thinker to come up with an idea for but it was fun to write!!

jason todd x gn!reader. reader is a civilian turned rogue from experimentation and is jason's ex. reader has poison ivy-esque abilities. tw violence, threats, angry reader who tries to hurt jason. happy ending.

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You've lost count of the days. You're not even sure where they're keeping you. It's a cell, but it's not in an asylum. It's not in a prison either.

Wherever it is, it makes your teeth itch. You haven't seen another human since you got caught. Once, someone tried to leave you food through a slot in the door, but you messed that up by grabbing their hand and trying to claw them.

So now the food trays get dropped from the ceiling. You're too weak to attempt any crawling ivy up there.

You're sitting against the wall dozing when the door slides open with a quiet chirp.

Jason Todd walks in, dressed like a civilian. He looks comfortable in his Gotham U sweatshirt and jeans, but you know better. You see the small blade in his pocket and the way he sets his shoulders. You knew him too well and for too long to think that this is a regular visit.

Still, you're shocked to see him. After all, he broke up with you.

"Well, this is special," you say, unable to keep the bitterness from your words. "Am I finally being interrogated?"

Jason looks at you mildly. "They let me have a few minutes to talk some sense into you."

You scoff. "They sent you to do that?"

He's quiet for a moment. Then he walks over and sits across from you, on the floor. He crosses his legs.

You can touch him from this distance. Hurt him.

"I can help," Jason says. "If you'd let me."

"Is that Batman I hear coming out of your mouth?"

That renders him silent. You take the chance to speak, drive the knife into his gut.

"So I wasn't enough to stay for before, but as soon as I cause a little trouble, get experimented on and become a real threat, you come running? Was my old self too boring for you?"

"You didn't bore me. You know that's not why we broke up."

"I don't know, actually," you snap. "You dropped off the face of the earth one day and now you're here."

Jason shakes his head. "I know. I'm sorry. I should've—you deserved better than me. I thought I was doing you a favor by leaving."

"Oh, God, you're a cliche!" You throw your head back and laugh, the sound hollow. "Don't give me that martyr bullshit. We were happy. You were a coward."

"I was," he says. "I was cowardly and selfish and stupid."

Your eye twitches. Jason's softness rankles you. What happened to the Red Hood who beats rogues into submission? Talking sense wouldn't mean an actual conversation.

Then again, Jason probably doesn't take you seriously. He only remembers you as the harmless civilian that would tend to his bruises and make him eggs in the morning. He didn't see you break out of a lab or destroy everything in your path until Batman restrained you.

He thinks you're good. Gentle. Easy to love. You'll prove him wrong.

"I could've killed if I wanted to," you say. "Did you see what I did to Dick? I did a lot of damage."

"I saw," Jason says, leaning back on his hands.

You grit your teeth. "Well, I'm sure he'd prefer me locked up. Bruce, too. And you. Two problems solved in one."

"No one wants to lock you up. Anyway, I wouldn't let 'em. I know how to recognize someone in need of a second chance."

That pushes you over the edge, referring to you like you're just a common thief on the street in need of mercy. You don't need anyone's mercy, least of all his.

You lash out, savagely bracing your arm and aiming for Jason's throat. He feints your attack and catches you both, landing on his back on the floor. You just as quickly wrap your other hand around his throat.

Your powers are weak in this cell after they injected you with something that burned, made the hatred inside of you shrivel up for a brief respite. In this weakened state, you have to make skin contact to inflict any real damage, and Jason knows that. Jason's beyond smart enough to figure out how your abilities work.

You manage to push out a single vine from your hand. It's a little brown, a little dead, but it's strong enough to curl around Jason's neck and hold on.

You hear noise outside, a muffled shout of alarm. Jason raises a hand calmly, signalling them to back off. You feel him swallow against your vine.

"'S okay," he says, loud enough to carry outside of the cell, steadily looking at you. "We're just talkin'."

"Is that what we're doing, Jason?" you ask, rage tunneling your vision.

"Sure it is. If I say we're talking, then we are."

"Even if I hurt you?" you snarl. "I'm a criminal. I went crazy. That's why they put me here."

Slowly, Jason rests a hand on the middle of your spine. It's warm and solid. Your stomach jumps at the feeling. It's been so long since he's touched you. It used to be your normal, Jason touching you, holding you, sharing your bed.

"You're not a criminal and you're not crazy," he says softly. "You're in pain, and you're angry, and this feels like your last resort."

Something cracks in your chest. The day you said those words to Jason rushes back to you. It had been raining and you'd found him on your fire escape, helmet off, eyes thick with tears. He hadn't been able to go through with his plan for Bruce.

"Why don't you use the knife in your pocket?" you ask. He could sever your vine at the root. It would sting and make you cry. He could make you weak.

"'Cause I don't wanna hurt you," Jason says. "If this is what you need to feel in control, so be it."

Your grip tightens. Jason grunts and rubs his hand up and down your spine. His other hand goes to your hip and squeezes.

"I can hurt you," you say, trying to believe it.

Jason nods. "That's okay, baby. It'll heal."

Tears spring to your eyes and you close them. "Don't call me that. You left me."

"I'm sorry. It's the worst mistake I ever made."

More tears pool. Your voice shakes. "They did awful experiments. They—I'm not normal anymore. An' I'm so angry."

"I know, sweetheart," he murmurs. "I know. 'M so fuckin' sorry. I'll kill 'em. When I find 'em, I'll hunt down every single one that did this to you."

"You just came back because I'm a case to solve," you say. Your vine is slipping. You want Jason to hold you instead.

"I came back because I missed you and because I wanna help you. It was a mistake to leave."

"What if this is how I am? Permanently?" you whisper. It's been in your head since you were lucid enough to realize what they did to you in that lab. What your attackers called a blessing feels more like a curse. And it might not ever go away.

"Then we'll go on from there," Jason says. His hand goes from your hip to your face. He strokes your cheek.

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

Your vine thins out and slackens completely. Tiny, red flowers bloom as Jason pets you. You quickly retract the vine, hot with embarrassment.

Jason graciously doesn't say anything about it.

"I wanna go home," you confess.

Jason nods. "I got you. Let's go home."

[luciaintheskyainthi]

HI HOW ARE YOU, i promised i would be here, i come from "An even keel"

I love this, I could read a thousand chapters and one from each family member, it never happened (i said that fine? English its still difficult, sorry for some wrong sentences here, 😞) to me that they could be even more sincere about loving each other from another perspective, the unconscious gestures and jayyy (pookie)

I found it so much fun that dick had such different ideas of who Jason is, it reminded me of what i think its the last chapter of ecm when he believes his brother could turn Peter into a weapon, and its when jay replies that dick thinks it's like he sees his brother for the first time. And I was also offended at the same second as Jason, man, how can you believe that about him? You're DEAF??? But its okay, its fictional, i have to calm down, HAHA, no

Don't you see the whole point that Jason has always tried to make? I was also a little stubborn when I saw that he don't find Peter attractive, and i agree with steph of his painful heterosexuality, BUT MAN-

I want to believe he thinks that it's because peter was just starting to feed himself, taking shape, deep into the trauma, I remember that near this range of chapters he was described emaciated and thin, so I want to forgive dick that Peter has nothing particularly special, but I'm glad when I remember that also in this range of chapters and later, Jason always sees nice things in Peter, deer eyes, freckles, and I know, I don't remember exactly the words or the exact chapter, but I put my hands in the fire and swear that Jason described Peter's physique as well as empathically (from seeing him malnourished) noticed and called him openly attractive, still denying any feeling or directly disregarding it yet, and still, seeing Peter with good eyes, and burying me with that idea. After all, I imagine Jason saying, "I have to like him, not you."

And i am here fighting with dick and you are the author HAHA but i continue

Also, i am not saying that dick its bad or something, i am just a team jason, anyways

And dick comparing Peter to artemis and the other girls, that was an amazing detail in dick's character, i continue arguing, HOW DARE YOU DICK GRAYSON-

He literally said "that powerful goddess artemis, and, this guy, this creature" sounds so STRAIGHT, and it also made me laugh

I think thats all(? But i'll probably come back 🦅

I thought about commenting on this in the fic on ao3, but i started to write more and more, and i want to share this with you here

Have a good day 💗 (i hope k have fed the muse haha)

I'm not gonna lie, your outrage at Dick not finding Peter attractive has made me cackle for a while now. 🤭 But as you say, it's Jason that's gotta like Pete, not Dick hehe

I think the chapter you're referring might be chapter 15? The cuddle chapter:

Jason pulled back so Peter did too, offering Jason a sleepy smile before looking out at the city. The night hugged the slowly refilling contours of his cheeks and his long, thick lashes. The expression in his dark eyes was unreadable, but Jason’s gut swooped at the sight. Beautiful, a traitorous voice offered. He looked away and focused on Peter’s slowly warming weight in his lap.

Augh I loved that scene ☠️ Fun fact, the original chapter name for that chapter was "Don't think about the eyes don't think about the eyes don't think about the-- shit". Then I wrote the additional scene to the chapter (the one at the start) and the chapter name changed to fit hehe.

Thank-you for your lovely ask, you have indeed fed the muse well 💖💖💖🍽️

[parker-artio]

Batfamily head cannons I have- in no specific order:

Jason went back to school/got his GED, then went to college and got his English, History, teaching, and musical arts degrees, just so he can shove it anyone’s face when they try to say he’s dumb or say he’s a drop out.

Damian fosters animals in the manor. He’ll show up with two boxes of kittens, and everyone will see like 10 kittens around the house until it goes back down to just Alfred- wait did he always have that cat named Knives? Yes? Okay, well then the 10- 9 my bad, the nine cats find homes and he’s left with Alfred and Knives.

Dick IS the male equivalent of Barbie, he’s got a full wall just dedicated to the degrees he’s accumulated over the years. He’s got an art degree and a business degree. No one knows where he gets the time and he refuses to elaborate.

Tim has albinism. Now I know some people hate the Asian Tim HC because of the stereotypes it makes him fall into, but I personally HC him as mixed (Wasian). I like to think that Jack was Armenian and Janet was white- can be interchangeable-, but Tim came out with albinism, white wavy hair, blue eyes, and skin whiter than paper. But because of how much he looked up to Robin and found him cool, he started to dye his hair black (kinda like Jason back when he was a ginger/strawberry blonde).

Duke is trans. This is a projection so don’t say anything about how we saw him when he was young. I know. He’s just one of my favorite characters and I love to HC my favorite characters as trans like I am. But I think he’s specifically a Demiboy or a trans man- I’m kinda on the fence. But either one works for me.

Cass is the shortest batkid- by a LANDSLIDE. I personally think she’d be like 5’2 (157cm) while all of the other bat kids are like 5’5+ (165cm+). I have no reason beyond the fact she’s scary. Like imagine you’re being attacked by this 6’5 (195cm) man who’s wearing a red helmet just for this girl over a foot shorter than him to be the reason you should actually be scared?? Id shit my pants.

Duke can SNIFF out a bargain. If you’ve watched the amazing world of gumball, think about Nicole and the way she straight up sniffed out a bargain and we met her parents. That’s how I think he is. They go into a store and Tim picks up a game and Duke pauses, for a second thinking, then shakes his head ‘Nah, it’s cheaper by 32 cents at Walmart. Trust’. Tim does not gaf about its price. But he puts it down just to please Duke.

Jason has all of his foster parent licenses and shit. He got them before he was even deemed legally alive again. Then proceeded to get them again as actually Jason Todd. He has his address listed as the only Safe House with normal neighbors. The apartment complex probably has like two-three rooms and the neighbors all have kids too.

Cass choreographs ballet dances to Tik Tok sounds and posts them and they go viral, to the point people don’t even know who the OG dancer is. (It’s her.)

Tim will not acknowledge someone if they don’t refer to him by name. If he’s at a gala and they try to talk to him by calling him ‘Drake’ or ‘Bruce’s son’ or anything else he just turns around and walks away. But as soon as they do refer to him by name he starts to talk about how shitty the world is. (From the verity of ages he says it to, they either don’t like what he says or agree 100%)

Dick can and will yell in your face if you try to disrespect someone in his presence. If you’re talking to someone and you keep cutting them off he will yell at you to shut the fuck up and let the other person say what they need to say.

Damian is that person who people will always go to if they need advice on how to get a new animal. Say you want a bird, you’ve never had one before, Damian will be the person you trust to ask the questions to. And he’d answer you no matter how dumb the question is. ‘How many times do I feed her?’ ‘Two to three times a day.’

[theliliesofthevalleies]

Bruce is Tim’s Godfather AU (with a little bit of Tim never becomes Robin thrown in for drama.)

Ages and time in this AU don’t line up with like anything that is canon. You know why? Because ages in canon don’t matter and time is an illusion. May whatever gods you follow bless you when you read this absolutely convoluted mess of an AU that I thought of at like 3 am.

For reference Dick is 7ish years older than Tim and Jason will end up being 3ish years older than Tim in this AU eventually when I get to him. If I don’t lose interest and abandon it like I do with so many of my AU’s.

Also. Bruce’s age is irrelevant because.. well.. fuck that I’m not touching it with a ten foot pole.

I’m also not really going to include the girls in any of this not because I don’t love them but because it’s going to center around mostly the three older boys and adding the girls just gives me too many people to keep track of.

Anyway. On to the AU

Being the only child of the richest family in Gotham Bruce grew up meeting and making connections with the other children of wealthy and influential families. He at the very least knew of every child of every millionaire and billionaire on the east coast. Naturally that meant that he grew up with Jack Drake. They were fairly close being that their estates were Nextdoor to each other, not as close as some other children of the rich and powerful but close enough that when Jack married Janet and they started their family they named Bruce as their son’s godfather.

Bruce was elated by being named someone’s godfather, despite his absolute lack of knowledge about babies or children in general. He was just happy that someone thought of him. Of course since Jack and Janet named him godfather he made time to get to know the kid and he grew attached and protective over the child. Obviously he was already Batman so Tim became the first light in Batman’s life. He vowed to keep his moral compass to be a good example for Tim.

When Tim was five him and his parents went to the circus. Tim’s parents argued about whether or not Tim was old enough to not be scared of the circus despite the fact that he had begged to go on multiple occasions and had even convinced his Godfather to take him multiple times and not tell his parents. He was invested in watching Dick Grayson, his idol, on the trapeze while they were arguing and amidst their bickering Tim was the one out of the three of them that witnessed two out of the three Flying Grayson’s deaths.

In all the chaos of everyone getting the hell out of there Tim saw the bodies, a crying Dick Grayson, and Batman kneeling to comfort him. When they got home Tim looked at a picture he had gotten with Dick and his parents that night. Being a sweet five year old he asked his nanny to print off another copy and he went to Bruce to ask if he’d help him find a way to get the copy of the picture to Dick.

A few weeks later Tim was visiting Wayne manor while his parents worked and his many had the day off when Alfred returned home from an urgent errand. He ran to greet him and when he got to the door there was Dick Grayson. He almost screamed, well actually he was five, the kid squealed in delight. Bruce explained that Dick was going to be staying with him for a while. Then he took Tim to calmly give the copy of the photo to Dick.

Dick looked at the picture and broke down into tears. He collapsed on the floor of the foyer and bawled his eyes out. As he cried he felt a tiny hand on his cheek and heard a tiny voice. “I’m sowwy. I didn’t mean to make you cwy..”

From that moment forward Dick was Tim’s big brother and no one would ever convince either of them that it was false.

By the time Tim was six Bruce’s relationship with Jack and Janet had started to deteriorate due to them leaving Tim home alone with his nanny for prolonged periods of time. He viewed it as neglectful, it was only solidified by the few interactions with their child Bruce had witnessed when they were home. All they ever wanted to know was how school and tutoring was going and then left Tim to do his own thing and basically ignored that he existed, sending him to his nanny whenever he needed anything.

Bruce made sure that Tim’s nanny knew she could bring Tim to Wayne manor whenever she needed a break. She knew that Tim loved it there so she did take Bruce up on his offer. She didn’t want the poor child growing up with no one else around other than when he was in school so they basically lived at Wayne manor whenever Jack and Janet were gone for months at a time. Tim would get to see his godfather all the time and his big brother whenever he wanted. She noted that he acted completely different at Wayne manor than he did at Drake manor.

Tim was there when Dick was officially adopted and celebrated with them happily. He felt like part of a real family. The only time his illusions were shattered was when his parents would come home. Bruce noticed the shift in Tim, he was outgoing and excited while he was at Wayne manor but when he found out they had to go back to Drake manor he would withdraw and isolate himself from everyone but his nanny. He would stop talking to the point that at one point Bruce feared his once bright and happy godson had gone mute.

Eventually Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Tim’s Nanny and Tim started learning sign language for the times Tim would learn he had to go home. Bruce never felt he could confront Jack and Janet about their neglect because he was worried they would take Tim away from him and their treatment of Tim would worsen until there was irreversible damage done to the small boy. Bruce just did his best to remind Tim as often as possible that no matter what happened Tim had people who loved and cared about him.

Bruce was the one that realized Tim liked taking pictures. He was always asking if he could take pictures of everything, everywhere, all the time no matter where they were or what they were doing. So for Tim’s seventh birthday Bruce gifted him a very nice camera that Tim promptly started taking everywhere with him. They would print off his pictures and hang them up everywhere even if they weren’t good. Dick said it was to be able to have originals when Tim inevitably became a famous photographer/artist.

Tim would attend galas with Bruce and Dick despite his parents not being around and would stick near Dick. Dick would introduce Tim to people as his baby brother and even though pretty much all the adults knew that, one Tim was in fact not a Wayne and not Bruce’s child, and two Dick was definitely not his older brother, no one wanted to be the adult that pointed out that Tim was actually a Drake and that at some point he would have to go back to permanently living in Drake manor.

Even though Dick was older Tim would always defend Dick to the other high society children who were all just parroting with their parents were saying about Dick since he was adopted and being raised by a single father. It got so bad once when Tim was seven and Dick was fourteen that Tim punched an older kid in the face shouting at him to be nice to his big brother before being promptly scooped up by Dick and taken to Bruce. They went back home after Bruce apologized to the kids parents with the subtle undertone of a threat that if he found out their kid was repeating anything an adult may have said around him about his son again there would be hell to pay, all with his signature Brucie Wayne smile that left little room for argument.

Of course Tim being as attached to Dick as he was, and idolizing Dick for his gymnastics skills it meant that Dick had to do a lot to avoid being found out when he became Robin. It obviously didn’t work because one day just before Tim’s eighth birthday, he was watching a video of Batman and Robin and noticed something familiar. He went to Dick and asked him about a specific gymnastics trick that required a high level of precision that most gymnasts trained their whole lives to achieve. The Flying Grayson’s quad somersault that Tim knew for a fact that before Dick’s parents deaths only three people knew.

Tim didn’t let Dick know why he was asking as he watched Dick perform the trick in the gym inside Wayne manor. He asked how many other gymnasts in the world did Dick think could do that trick. Dick answered honestly that it was a highly difficult trick that if they hadn’t been trained to do it from an early age they would probably never achieve it.

Tim just left it at that, smiling at Dick with a knowing smile. Dick didn’t even notice.

No one noticed when Tim stopped going to bed after dinner. He would instead let his nanny put him to bed and after an hour he would sneak out. He would grab his camera and run around the streets of Gotham unsupervised at night and snap photos of Batman and Robin, who at that point he knew were Bruce and fifteen, year old Dick Grayson, his idol, his only friend, his big brother.

Tim was around and watched as Bruce and Dick’s relationship began to strain. They would try to hide it from Tim, whose parents seemed to be around less and less as he got older but put more and more pressure on him to be the best and achieve only perfection.

Tim saw it anyway. He saw it in the way Batman would scold Robin and the next day Dick wouldn’t talk to Bruce all day, or in the way Dick would ignore Bruce benching him and go off on patrol anyway on his own. Tim continued to go out and follow them around and by that point he had gotten even better at photography and had many SD cards packed full of photos of Batman and Robin.

Fast forward two years. Tim’s parents were missing. A plane crash. They couldn’t be located, and while technically legally Tim should’ve been placed with Bruce as he was his designated guardian if something happened to his parents Gotham CPS was never known for doing things the way they were supposed to. For six months while they were searching for Tim’s parents he was bounced around from foster home to foster home while Bruce fought to bring him back home with him and Dick in the wake of his parent’s accident.

Eventually they found all the proper paperwork proving Bruce should’ve had Tim in the first place in the event that something happened to his parents and he was allowed to bring ten year old Tim back to Wayne manor.

Seeing as how Tim had already been looking at Bruce as if he were his parental figure it came as no surprise that upon learning about his parents death ten months after they had gone missing he turned to Bruce for fatherly love. And since it was the only fatherly love he could clearly remember the familiarity made him feel safe.

Fast forward about another year and two months to Dick leaving behind the Robin mantle, becoming Nightwing, and moving to Blüdhaven. Tim was devastated. His idol, his best friend, his big brother was leaving him behind. Tim was still too young to really understand the strain on Bruce and Dick’s relationship stemming from Bruce’s strictness with Dick when it came to him being Robin.

Completely unaware of Tim’s knowledge of their identities Dick sat with Bruce to have, what he hoped would be a civil conversation, about the future of Robin. He explained that he knew Tim was the first light in Batman’s life and that would never change. He told him he would have preferred to be Robin longer to give Tim time to train since he knew Bruce would eventually want Tim to be his new sidekick or partner.

“I would have liked to stay longer and give you time to tell him and let him train and become Robin.. i would prefer it if he were Robin and not someone else or you not having a Robin at all.. but I cant do it anymore B. If we keep going at this rate I’ll end up hating you and you’ll end up resenting me.. plus he’s too young now.. you can’t ask him to be Robin yet.”

It was obvious by the way Dick was speaking though that he obviously didn’t really like the idea of anyone else—Tim included— being Robin, seeing as how the name Robin had been a nickname given to Dick by his mother.

Eleven year old Tim, who had known the two were meeting that night, crashed the meeting by throwing himself into a window and rolling into the room they were in of the run down apartment building they decided to have their meeting in.

“I know you’re my dad and brother!”

Tim brushed the glass and dust off of himself as the two older men turned and stared at him. He had looked back up at them and sighed.

“And I don’t want to be Robin.. especially not if it means you leave..”

The nineteen year old Dick kneeled on the floor and hugged Tim close to himself and told him he would always come back when his baby brother needed him no matter what but that he couldn’t keep going the way he was going.

Tim had known Dick would say that so instead of arguing he opened the SD card slot on his camera removed the extra SD card that was full of just pictures of Bruce and Dick out on patrol together that went back for three years starting the night he figured it all out. After a heartfelt goodbye Bruce took Tim home questioning him the whole way there.

Once they had gotten home Tim pulled out photo albums, a box of SD cards that were all full, and opened his laptop he had for school and showed Bruce everything he had on them and their identities. But most importantly all the photos he had taken of the two of them on patrol, taking breaks on rooftops.

“You’re not allowed to let this ruin your relationship with Dick.. I’m not choosing between you two. But I won’t let either of you say anything bad about the other either..”

Bruce looked at everything and agreed.

A few months later Bruce went back to the Batmobile to find a kid not much older than Tim stealing the wheels off of it. He was promptly hit in the stomach with a tire iron and the kid ran off.

And that’s where I’m going to leave off for this post. Hopefully I don’t for get this exists because I honestly do have most of the info for the AU already in my head it’s just a matter of writing it all down. ❤️💙🖤

As for the Tim never becomes Robin thrown in for spice don’t worry my loves Tim becomes a Vigilante. Just not Robin in fact the only other person in this AU that will ever become Robin after we get through Jay’s year and a half of Robin is Dami and only because his Akhi tells him cool stories about being Robin.

P.S. the fact that y’all like my stuff despite the fact that I am being mean and writing really sad stuff is making me feel great because I’m trying to get past my fanfic author curse of I have tried to die three times since I started writing fanfic in the last four months so.. thank you. Because I haven’t posted anything up until now because I said “fuck it if I’m going to wind up in the hospital anyway might as well actually post what I write” so thank you. ❤️❤️❤️

[zyhkoo]

☆ while you were sleeping i fell in love.

Jason Todd x GN!singer

Jason knew that he should keep his distance, but he can’t help but fall of Gotham’s most beloved singer. part 2

a/n: can you count all the references i did? also.. i reached the word limit i’ll post the other part soon

Jason wasn’t really a fan of music till he met you.

You were a famous singer, born from the city of Gotham. Anyone who lived in Gotham would take pride in you as soon as someone talks about you.

You had such an influence in your hometown so much that if you hosted a concert there, the majority of crime would stop just to watch you. It was hilarious.

But Jason didn’t get the appeal, the music was catchy sure but you were just.. singing.

You had looks, you definitely had talent but there were other things to worry about right?

Then, a mysterious vigilante started to work in Gotham.

No one knew who they were, or what their background was. They were just.. there helping the police.

After some background check, Batman approached you and you gladly joined his crew. When he first introduced yourself, the bat-family gladly welcomed you with warm smiles.

When you removed your mask, most of their jaws dropped.. it was the most famous singer in all of Gotham!

Though, Jason didn’t quite trust you yet.

“Are they really someone we can trust?” he mutters to Bruce. “We’ve seen how they work right? I am sure they mean no harm.” he replied.

Jason scowls as he sees you getting along easily with the others. Stephanie absolutely fawns over you while Dick tries to impress you. Tim wanted to talk to you while Duke wanted an autograph.

What’s so special about you?

He hated how easily everyone took a liking to you, how they smiled with joy as they talked to you.

He couldn’t exactly explain why he had such a negative view of you.. but it’s there.

Maybe it was because he never understood your talent? Or maybe because he thought that you only wanted fame?

Who knows.

One day he left a restaurant to see a crowd. Curiosity got the best of him and he checked out what the commotion was all about.

As he peeked through the crowd, he saw you. Your face was covered by sunglasses and a black facemask. People tried to take a photo with you as you looked around uncomfortably.

Jason pushed through the crowd and shooed the fans and grabbed your wrist.

“There you are, don’t run off like that ever again.” he says “Everyone back off.” he said with a cold stare. Your fans scrambled, your bodyguard was too scary for them.

You pulled down your facemask “Thank you, um.. sorry I forgot your name.” you scratched your head.

Jason looks back at you “Jason, what are you doing out here?” he asked.

You shrugged “I wanted something from the convenience store.” you answered. Jason raised his brow “Without a bodyguard?”

You blinked “I have one now.” you smiled at him.

His eyes widened as he sees your smile, he only huffs as he crosses his arms. “Don’t be so careless.”

After the whole incident Jason kept seeing you everywhere.

You two would always end up running into each other.

It was strange, your eyes were always on him, you always greeted him with a smile. At first he ignored it but slowly he just responded back.

Jason was someone who valued his personal space, it bothered him when people invaded it but it was worse that you were doing it.

And the thing he found more annoying than anything was your smile.

You always had a smile on your face and your eyes were always filled with joy. To him it looked fake, it’s like you were forcing it.

Whenever you came up to him he would always reply with snarky comments.

He would always roll his eyes when you spoke to him, the sight of you just made his veins pop. Something about you was getting to his nerves.

When he was out patrolling, you would just randomly pop up beside him and try to make small talk.

He would always just push you away, walk away or ignore you.

There were times where you wouldn’t disturb him, your attention would go to Steph or Damian instead.

Whenever that happened, he would watch from the other side of the room. While you bonded with the others, his eyes would stare at you.

Why does everyone like you? Is it because of your career as a singer? Was it because of your looks? Your popularity?

He wasn’t used to you not pestering him whenever you saw him. So to fill the void he was watching you from a distance.

His mood would worsen whenever you talked to Dick, or whenever Dick would make you laugh.

His jaw would tighten and his eyes would turn cold as he watched Dick make you laugh so easily.

It irritated him that you and Dick got along so well.

One day Jason was in the bat cave, fixing up his motorcycle as he heard footsteps walking up behind him.

He doesn’t bother to look up as he knew it was you.

“Hi Jason.” there you were with that stupid smile again.

Jason didn’t bother to look up as he continued working on his motorcycle.

“What do you want?” he bluntly replies as he tightens the screws of the motorcycle.

“Nothing, my manager let me out early so I wanted to visit the cave.” you told him while sipping your drink. “Is your bike broken?”

Jason stopped for a second and glanced back at you for a moment before going back to work.

“Nah.. just doing some tune ups..” he answers. “Are you here to see the others?”

You nodded “Yeah, but no one is here. But you of course.”

Jason huffs as he continues what he was doing “You’re wasting your breath by talking to me.”

You pondered a bit, thinking if you should tell him what was on your mind “I can’t help but wonder.” you said “Do you hate me?”

Jason was about to answer with a ‘yes’ but he hesitated for a moment.

He hated everything about you.. but at the same time, he felt something stir within him whenever he looked at you.

Jason’s hands paused “Why are you asking?” He muttered.

“Well, you always look upset whenever you see me. Especially when I talk to the others. I try to talk to you but you ask me to go away, did I do something..?”

Jason clenched his fists as he turns his head to look at you.

“I just find you annoying.” he answers bluntly. “I don’t like the way you make people fawn over you, the way you just.. get along with everyone..”

“Your smile, your stupid laugh, how popular you are, everytime I hear your songs play I can’t stand it.”

You stood there like a deer in headlights “Oh.”

Jason looks at you, he expected a reaction but you were just silent.

He expected some fight back, some anger, some hurt in your voice.

Instead you just looked at him with shock, he wanted a reaction out of you but he felt uneasy when you didn’t give any.

His voice softened “Sorry.. that was a bit too far.” He muttered.

“I’m gonna see if.. Babs is there.” you said, walking away like a sad puppy.

Jason watches as you walk away, your shoulders slumped and your head hung low.

He looks back at his bike, sighing to himself.

He felt a guilt well up within him, he felt like he went too far.

He lets out an annoyed huff and follows you.

He catches up behind you and gently grabs your wrist.

“Hey.. wait..” he mumbled, pulling you to a stop.

You looked back at him with sad eyes.

He hated the sight of it, it made him feel guilty.

He slowly released your wrist and sighs, “Look, I’m sorry.. okay?” he mumbled, looking away.

He felt a knot form within his chest, seeing how you were so bummed out made him feel a pang of guilt.

“..don’t take it personally, it’s just..” he paused.

“I just find you annoying. It’s not that I hate you, I just don’t understand why you have to be so..” he didn’t know how to finish that sentence.

“..so damn good at everything you do.”

“I get what you mean,” you gently held his hand and looked at his eyes.

“And that’s fine. I’m sorry if I made you upset. I just wanted to talk to people, I never expected to join a group of vigilante’s so that’s why I wanted to get along with everyone.” you explained.

Jason’s eyes widened as he felt your soft hand on his.

“That’s not- it’s not that..” he muttered, looking away from you as his face started to heat up.

“You.. didn’t make me upset..” he said, avoiding eye contact.

“Then.. what do I make you?” you furrowed your brows looking confused.

He tried to avoid your gaze but your puppy eyes made him fold.

Jason’s heart thudded loudly in his chest as he met your eyes, the look on your face made him stumble on his words.

“Fuck it, bye.” he walked away, embarrassed.

“Jason, wait!” you called but he was already going out.

Jason heard you call out but he didn’t look back.

He was practically sprinting to get away from you.

You watched as he got away “Your bike..” you muttered.

Slowly, Jason can’t help but be drawn near you. Jason knew he wasn’t supposed to get close to you. He shouldn’t get attached. But you were.. incredibly easy to get along with.

He learned about you more, you were an orphan as well.

Your mentor took you in and taught you both the art of performance and the art of combat.

He found he had more in common with you than he thought. Both orphans being raised by someone else, your interests, how you were as people, how you reacted when you were upset.

You never knew that one day you’d be a star.

You wanted to be perfect for everyone, no flaws, no imperfection, just a perfect constellation. You wanted to shine.

But stars don’t shine, they burn. Jason thought that you were perfect as a normal person.

He tried to tell himself over and over to not get attached, to not fall for you. But the more he knew about you, the more his resolve weakened.

He loved how you seemed to be a walking contradiction. On stage, you were loud and extravagant, a star that shines and glitters. Off stage, you were soft, sweet, quiet. But there was also a hidden fire within you, a fire that you hid well.

You were a god on stage, absolutely magnificent. But some things are best enjoyed behind closed doors.

It was a boring Thursday, and you have decided to spend this day with Jason at your apartment. He’d been here more than one time, often with Stephanie or Dick just to hang out.

But today it was just the two of you alone, he liked that.

“Jason, do you want to hear this song I came up with?” you smiled, as you held your guitar in front of him.

“You wrote a new one?”

He was already interested in what you would play. Jason doesn’t listen to music much but your songs on the other hand…

He found himself listening to it more often than he should.

He lets out a huff and leans back on the couch, “Yeah, sure.”

He loved listening to you sing.

You started to strum and sing, he loved when you sang acoustic songs. It felt very calming.

Jason felt himself relax, it was like a little lullaby that put him at ease.

He imagined that you wrote that song just for him and him only.

He watched you with a soft expression, he knew deep down that he was becoming soft for you.

Though you two were close now, your bond wasn’t perfect. Sometimes you would fight, but it was only a short matter of time till you both forgave each other.

Bruce was hosting another Gala event. Your manager insisted you come, but you did not want to because you didn’t want to face Jason.

The two of you got into a heated argument a day ago and ignored each other.

Of course, because of your affiliation with Bruce you had to go.

When Jason came to the event, he was looking for you.

That argument you had was still bothering him. He couldn’t even remember what it was about, but for some reason it still annoyed him.

He saw a crowd forming around you, you felt pressured by the sudden crowd as you tried to answer their questions.

It was typical really, he was almost sure the main reason they wanted to get close to you was because of your fame.

Jason got worried and walked towards the crowd. He took hold of your wrist gently and looked down at you. “How about a dance?” he asked softly.

You stared at him for a moment then nodded “Ah, yes.”

He was glad that you agreed rather than make some kind of excuse.

Jason slowly led you towards the dance floor and turned to face you.

He placed his hand on your waist and took your hand with his other one. They both began to lightly sway in time with the music.

He should keep his distance, but the more he looked at you, the more he forgot why he wanted to remain distant.

Jason kept his eyes on you as you both slowly danced. His arm stayed firmly around your waist, pulling you close.

He had a million reasons to tell himself to keep his distance, but at the same time they were stupid reasons.

“I’m sorry” he muttered, “I didn’t mean any of those things I said.”

You stared at him, looking a little dazed. “It’s okay, I forgive you.”

When you forgave him, it was like a huge weight was lifted from him.

“I really am sorry though” he said a bit softly. “I didn’t mean to say any of that stuff, I was just being an idiot, like usual.”

You shook your head, looking at his eyes to reassure him “I’m an idiot too, I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

“Yeah, maybe you are an idiot,” he scoffed. “Then again, so am I. I guess we’re just a pair of idiots then, huh?”

He saw your lips smile softly. Jason couldn’t help but stare at your smile.

He loved seeing you smile, more than anything. Especially that soft little smile, the one that was only for him.

What was the point in trying to push you away? He’d already dug his grave and fell in too deep. There was no point in trying to fight the inevitable.

And even though he would never admit it out loud, having that argument also showed him how worried he would get if something similar were to happen again.

Time passed and Jason has known you for months now, and in that time Jason doesn’t recognize himself anymore.

Jason wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but he liked this new version of him.

He found himself smiling softly at things more often, he wasn’t as grumpy as he used to be, he found himself wanting to do more things he’d never thought of before.

Jason was definitely getting mocked for being so soft.

The bat-family, especially Dick and Tim, always had a little grin on their faces. They would joke around and talk about how ‘whipped’ he was.

Roy, on the other hand, was more than happy to join in on the fun. Teasing Jason was definitely something he enjoyed seeing.

But Jason honestly didn’t care anymore. He used to scoff and walk away when they joked about his feelings.

Though at the end of the day, he didn’t care. He was used to their usual jabs and mocking.

So he just ignored their words as he headed down to meet with you.

He knocks the door at your apartment, you open the door and immediately smile.

When he saw you open the door, he felt his heart thump a bit harder. Seeing that smile of yours always managed to make him speechless.

Jason looked at you for a moment before smiling back.

“Hey, mind if I come in?” he asked.

“Hi, what brings you here?” you asked as you sat down on your couch.

Jason walked with you towards the couch and sat down beside you.

“Well” he started to say, “I just wanted to spend some time with you.”

“You can do that anytime.” There he goes again, falling for your simple words.

Jason had to stop himself from smiling.

“I know” he replied back, “Thought I’d come over now.”

He leaned back a bit on the couch, looking over at you. “I didn’t interrupt anything, right?”

“No, I was just watching TV. Oh I got to show you what I’m watching right now.” you smiled as you rewind the movie you were watching.

As always, he stayed there for hours. Night dawned and it started to rain hard.

Jason looked up to the window and let out a small sigh.

Great, it was pouring rain. It was definitely not safe to be out in that weather.

You looked out the window and frowned “Oh no, good thing we don’t have patrol today.” you said.

He leaned back against the couch and crossed his arms. “Damn” he muttered.

“You have an umbrella?” you asked. Jason shook his head, “Nope, I left mine at home.” he replied back.

He knew that no umbrella would cover him from the downpour. At this point he was definitely going to get soaked through.

You stared at the rain for a moment “Maybe you should stay, the rain is too hard.”

Jason glanced back at the window and then looked over at you.

He didn’t want to go out in the rain, but he also didn’t want to stay over and bother you.

“You sure?” he asked, “I don’t want to trouble you if I crash here for the night.”

“I don’t mind, Steph and Cass slept here once and they were fine.” you shrugged.

Jason felt more reassured after you said that.

He gave a small nod. “I don’t think anyone would even be able to force me out of here in this weather.” He said, “I’ll stay over for the night.”

You smiled “Great, our first sleepover.” you clasped your hands.

Jason smiled at your excitement “Yeah, our first sleepover. You won’t mind if I stay on the couch right?”

“You can sleep in my room, I got an extra mattress.” you said.

“Works for me.”

Jason’s eyes were wide open as he stared up at the ceiling.

Despite how tired he was, something was keeping him from sleeping. He let out a sigh and turned his head over to glance at you.

He watched your sleeping form on the ground. You looked so peaceful, so content.

He sat up and stared down at you some more. Why couldn’t he sleep?

Then it hit him like a truck. He realized this wasn’t just a crush, it was love.

While you were sleeping he fell in love.

Jason couldn’t believe it. He was in love with you.

He suddenly felt his heart speed up as he silently tried to process what he just realized.

He was completely in love with you, no going back now. And to his annoyance, there was nothing he could do about it.

Jason knew he adored everything about you.

He loved your voice and your touch and your presence. He loved your skills with the guitar, your songwriting. Hell, he even loved how easily you’d get lost in a movie, forgetting the world around you.

But he didn’t love it when you tried to be perfect for everyone. He didn’t want you to be a star, he wanted you to be yourself.

Jason sat up, watching you as you slept on the floor.

He couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever feel the same way about him. Was he supposed to tell you about his feelings or was he supposed to keep them a secret?

“Are you awake?” he asks.

Jason felt stupid for even asking. Of course you weren’t awake, you were literally asleep on the floor.

He let out a small sigh before quietly getting off bed and crouching down beside you on the floor.

He sat there, just staring at you while you slept. He couldn’t help but think about how beautiful you looked.

His heart was thumping fast as he started to quietly speak.

“I love you” he muttered out. He couldn’t believe he was actually saying this outloud, even if you couldn’t hear him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, even if I try” he continued to quietly confess.

Jason could feel his heart thump as he continued to pour his heart out.

“I love everything about you. I love your voice, and your stupid jokes, and your passion for music, and your stupid obsessions with movies.” he continued.

“I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. You keep me up at night wondering how in the world I got so lucky. You’re perfect in my eyes.” he admitted.

“I think about you so much, it’s driving me insane. I look at you and all I can think about is how I want to hold you, protect you, keep you safe.” he continued.

“Fuck, I just…love you so much.”

Once Jason was done, he just sat there, in complete silence.

He listened to your steady breathing as he tried to calm himself down. His heart was thumping and he felt like he could barely breathe.

He couldn’t believe he just said all that outloud, even if you couldn’t hear him. He knew he was an idiot for just blurting it all out while you were fast asleep but he couldn’t help it.

Unconsciously, you grabbed his hand. Your grip wasn’t tight, but it still brought butterflies to his stomach.

He slowly and gently grabbed your hand back and laced his fingers through yours.

Jason couldn’t understand how he ever hated you.

[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part Seventeen: Crawling Back to You)

Jason Todd x Reader

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Hey guys idk what’s possessed me to write so much but here we are and I’m not mad about it (I am super tired tho so excuse any mistakes). Anyways sorry everyone’s kinda a villian in this part but hey I love drama. Hope you enjoy!

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, Arkham Knight, The Batman, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. Reader is referred to as she/her btw.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad), talking about intimacy (not graphic), struggling with eating, topics of grief, violence, panic attacks, PTSD

Part Seventeen: Crawling Back to You

“When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her” -Work Song, Hozier

You woke up in what looked like a hospital room. Only it wasn’t a hospital room, you were in a room off the batcave. Your thigh had been stitched up, no doubt Alfred’s handy work. You heard voices outside and quickly closed your eyes, pretending like you were still asleep.

“I’m so worried about her,” Rachel says.

“I know, I don’t know what we can do,” Gar says.

“We have to tell her, she needs to know,” Rachel says.

“I know but Dick wants to figure out if that’s really even him,” Gar says.

“You saw the guy,” Rachel says.

“I know but she doesn’t need to get her heartbroken all over again,” Gar says.

“If we don’t tell her and that really is Jason she’ll never forgive us,” Rachel says.

“She’ll come around,” Gar says. “And she’ll thank us for waiting to tell her if it’s not him,” he adds. You hear the door close and a sigh. Gar left so now it’s just you and Rachel.

“What about Jason?” you say opening your eyes.

“Shit,” she says as she walks to your side. “How much of that did you hear?” She asks.

“All of it, what’s going on Rachel?” You ask.

“Dick told us not to tell you, not till we know for sure,” she says.

“What the hell happened,” you say as you rip your iv out of your arm.

“Y/N!” Rachel says. You jump out of bed dispite the pain that shoots through your leg. “You need to lie back down,” she urges.

“I need to find out what new secret Dick is keeping from me,” you say as you open the door. What you see is odd, Alfred, Kori, and Gar are all standing in the batcave outside the medical room in silence. Dick and Bruce are nowhere to be found. “What’s going on?” You demand. All that you’re meant with are sorrowful blank stares.

“Y/N,” Alfred says calmly. “Your still injured you should-“

“No!” You interrupt him. “Don’t tell me I need to lie down I need to know what about Jason you’re not telling me!” Everyone goes quiet again. You try to walk towards the elevator when everyone moves in your way. “Seriously!” You say angrily. You try to push past them when Kori grabs you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay Y/N,” she says calmly.

“What’s going on!” You yell. “Where the fuck is Dick!” She puts you down and nobody moves out of the way to the elevator. “What’s going on and what’s it got to do with Jason!” You yell “what’s it go to do with Jason,” you yell again this time as tears escape your eyes.

“Come on dear,” Alfred says as he brings you back to the medical room. You figured Alfred stepped up cause he was sure you wouldn’t try to fight him.

Once you’re back in the medical room as Alfred puts your iv back in you ask again, “where is Dick.”

“He’s just sorting some things out outside, he’ll explain everything soon,” he says.

“What’s it got to do with Jason,” you ask again. Alfred walks over to the door and leaves closing it behind him quickly. You try the handle but it’s locked. “Alfred! What’s it got to do with Jason!”

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Alfred says through the door. ��But it’s for your own good.”

Like hell it is you thought as you ripped the iv out once more. Dick is outside, you need to get outside and see what the hell is going on and what it has to do with Jason. You stand on the bed and undo the screws to the vent as quietly as possible. Still in your dirty bloody clothes you climb into the vent trying to not undo the stitches on your thigh. You try your best to navigate your way through the vents and eventually you see the wooden floor of upstairs. You drop down into the kitchen and a shooting pain travels through your leg. You hurry outside and see two figures by Jason’s grave, digging. You run but your leg slows you down. The closer you get the more you can make out that it’s Bruce and Dick. They’re digging up Jason’s coffin.

“Shit,” Dick says as he sees you approaching them.

“Say what you want, that girl is resourceful,” Bruce jokes knowing you escaped a locked room in the batcave under Alfred and the titans watch.

“What the fucks going on,” you say, practically in tears. They’ve almost unburied it, almost unburied him.

“Y/N you need to go back inside,” Dick starts to say.

“What are you doing,” you cry as you look in horror at the coffin no longer covered in dirt.

“Come on I’ll take you inside,” Dick says softly as he drops his shovel. Bruce is quiet, he just keeps glancing at the pool house in the backyard.

Dick tries to grab your arm but you slip away. Bruce once again glances at the pool house. “Why are you digging him up!” You shout as tears stream down your face. “You said Jason’s name earlier! When you came to get me…you said his name when you looked at Red Hood, why? Why Dick!”

“Just come inside I’ll explain everything, I promise,” Dick says. You remember the countless promises Dick has broken. Everyone including Rachel is hiding something for Dick. The one person you truly trusted’s grave was being defiled. You notice Bruce glance at the pool house again and you start running towards it. Your leg is killing you but adrenaline allows you to fly to the backyard. Both Dick and Bruce chase after you which only encourages you to get the pool house faster and find whatever they’re hiding. “Y/N!” Dick shouts. You keep running. You get to the pool house and rip the door open knowing Dick is only a couple seconds behind you.

You can’t believe your eyes. Lying on the ground handcuffed to a curtain rod in the Red Hood suit minus the mask is Jason. Your Jason.

“Jason,” you say almost quietly as you run to him. You’ve never been so confused in your life. You kissed his corpse then saw him get buried. You’d held his bloody corpse in your arms. Now here he was before you, eyes slowly opening, chest moving up and down as he breathed. “Jason,” you say again confused. You kneel beside his body and lightly brush the hair out of his face. You notice he’s got the white streak of hair but the “J” that was craved onto his face has healed. For a split second he leans into your touch on his face then he pulls his head away almost violently. He pulls at his hand that’s cuffed to the curtain rod trying to break free. “It’s okay…” you say as you put your hand on his. He stops pulling and looks in your eyes. His green eyes look back at you; the same eyes you’ve looked in so many times before.

“Y/N,” he says. You smile for a moment then Dick runs inside.

“Shit,” he says. Bruce comes running in after him. Jason begins violently tugging on the cuffs again. You sit in front of him on the floor, protecting him, against what, you weren’t sure yet. When you put your hands out to block Jason he stops tugging on the cuffs you notice. It’s a minute before anyone speaks. You’re filled with confusion and sadness but mostly rage.

“What the fuck is going on,” you say angrily. Dick just looks at you then looks at Jason, and back at you and back at Jason. His eyes say that he doesn’t know what to do.

“The Lazarus pit,” Bruce finally says. Dick turns to look at him. “It’s no use hiding it now,” he says to Dick.

“Hiding it?” You ask. “You two used the pit on Jason? And didn’t tell me?”

“It wasn’t us,” Dick says quickly.

“Then who the fuck was it!” You demand.

“Talia,” Jason groans. You quickly turn to look at him. “Ra’s and Talia,” he says. Jason’s unhand-cuffed hand slowly slides over to find yours. He softly strokes your hand.

Dick noticed this and steps forward, “Y/N he could be dangerous,” he says.

“Dangerous?” You say in outrage. “Look at him Dick,” you say with tear filled eyes.

“We don’t know that’s really Jason, it’s why we’re digging the coffin up,” Dick says.

“You can see him clear as day. Bruce is this not the kid you took in? Not your brother Dick?” You say.

“The Lazarus pit can make people go mad plus there’s been cases of people making human faces and wearing them before. Gothams a crazy place we have to be sure,” Bruce says.

“So run a fucking DNA test,” you say.

“We’re doing that too,” Dick interjects.

“Yeah so you run a DNA test and check the coffin, you don’t cuff him to a wall unconscious and lie to me! You fucking lied to me Dick! Again!” You yell. Jason moves his hands again to your wrist, like he’s reaching for you.

“Y/N seriously he could hurt you,” Dick says.

“Hurt me,” you say. “Really Dick he can barely move. Give me the key.”

“What?” Bruce says.

“The key…to the handcuffs give it to me,” you say.

“Absolutely not,” Dick says.

“You wanna lock him somewhere lock him in a fucking medical room you asshole. He’s back from the dead and you hit him, he needs medical attention. Seriously Bruce I’ve seen you treat criminals better,” you say.

“He’s killed people Y/N, you do know that don’t you,” Bruce says.

“Yes and although I’m just overcome by grief over dealers selling to children I’m a little more concerned about Jason,” you say. Dick and Bruce exchange looks.

“Fine but back up incase he tries anything,” Dick says as he grabs the key from his pocket. You get up and as Jason’s half limp hand falls from yours your heart breaks a little bit. Dick kneels down and undoes the cuff from the curtain rod. Swiftly he puts both Jason’s hands in the cuffs behind his back. You see Jason struggling to stand and try to help him as best you can.

“One rule…” Bruce says. “I have one rule I ask to not be broken.”

“Unless you want me to be the next to break the rule I suggest you get out of the way,” you snap. Bruce steps aside. Although Jason’s out of it and not in the best situation, at least he’s gotten back to you.

Hey hopefully you don’t hate me too much after the villainy that was going on in this part lol. I was inspired by the line it’s something like “you never hit joker that hard” or something like that yeah but in my opinion and from the lore I know Bruce did NOT treat Jason good after he was resurrected so I guess this is my take on that. Also it’s fanfic so if it’s not perfect it’s okay🤓💀 Anyways I’m gonna post some more parts of this fic and then post the backstory for this fic. Remember to check out my Masterlist for the other parts and if your interested in any of these characters x readers, Anakin Skywalker, Dick Grayson, Peter Hayes, Christian Ozera, there’s fics for them x reader as well. If you liked this part remember to like, reblog, comment, and/or follow. Any positive feedback is much appreciated it helps me stay motivated to write and post parts. Hope you enjoyed reading have a great night:)🩷

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[galaxymagitech]

hiiii ⭐️ and ❤️ for the “jason writes fic” fic??

Thank you so much for the ask! I am really excited to share stuff about this fic.

Really Cool Ask Game (anyone can ask questions for any fic if you want! or reblog it and then people can ask you questions!) | Jason Todd vs. The AO3 Curse

♡ SMALL THINGS: pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite minor detail from it!

I think my favorite minor detail is the fic titles. I didn’t explain them anywhere, so they probably went unnoticed, but I’m very proud of them:

“No Net Ensnares Me” comes from a Jane Eyre quote: “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” I think this quote fits Jason perfectly, from his rejection of his time as Robin to his refusal to be constrained by Bruce’s code to his desire for independence and power over his own story.

“Don’t Fly Too Low” refers to Icarus. Perhaps Jason flew too close to the sun as Robin, but this emphasizes that there was pressure from both ends—I think that Jason firmly believes he would be kicked out if he wasn’t Robin.

The last two titles are lyrics (or modified lyrics) from Poison Idea songs. Jason is canonically a fan—he has a Poison Idea poster in his Crime Alley hideout. I know nothing about Poison Idea, but I looked up some of their songs to find ones that fit.

“started with nothing (ended with less)” — This is from “Feel the Darkness” and I think encapsulates quite a lot of Bruce and Jason’s fraught relationship from an older Jason’s POV. Highlights include “Meet a man who'll make your dreams come true / Your worst nightmare has just begun for you.” Bruce made Jason Robin, gave him a home, gave him magic…but it ended with a nightmarish death. And later “I can't think about running back to (you) / You started with nothing, but you ended up with less.” And this is basically Jason screaming “you’ve lost me” at the top of his lungs. “You’ve lost me, and you’re never getting your son back.” Jason starts this fic while things with Bruce are still good, but it carries him into the darkness and beyond his death.

“Soul of a Washrag” — This one’s from Taken by Surprise. At first glance, the song’s lyrics fit Jason and Bruce again (references to an “imperious aura” and lack of emotion). But I think parts of it also match up really well with “I just wanted to believe we could be family again.” Highlights include: “For a moment, I thought I saw something in your eyes / That's when I was taken by surprise.” Like, Jason genuinely believed for a moment that he and Dick could be Nightwing together, as crazy as it was. “You said, ‘it takes two to start a war.’” This line just kills me. Because Jason is reaching out, but he’s also partially at fault for burning all his bridges, and it’s tragic all around. And “soul of a washrag” refers to just feeling wrung-out, and could refer to any of the three characters.

So yeah I put waaaay too much effort into something with very little chance of being noticed, but I love these details.

✰ NEW SHAPES: send me a fic and I’ll give you an alternate direction the fic could have gone!

Well, to start off, this fic was originally supposed to be a Tumblr post. And then I thought, well, maybe it’ll be multiple Tumblr posts and I’ll make a master list of Jason’s A/Ns. And then I remembered I could do HTML formatting in AP3 to make it actually look vaguely like actual AO3 notes, and my programmer brain was hooked. A couple things I considered as well:

Canon divergence—I was seriously considering having the Batfamily find his author’s notes while he was just starting out as Red Hood and then have the story play out secondhand.

Focus on comments—I wanted to have a comment section, which would have involved Tim’s account and eventually other characters as well. But I couldn’t figure out the HTML. I prefer it with just the notes, though, because I like the flow from note to note.

I was originally going to not include half the Red Hood stuff I did and instead focus on Jason’s responses to commenters and random (non-canon) anecdotes. I eventually chose to follow canon pretty closely to make us all “in on the joke.”

[storm-and-starlight]

so a while ago I saw this post going around that talked about, like, when you're picking names for genderbent characters, sometimes just going with the masculine/feminine version of their original name isn't going to work because the context and connotation is completely wrong, and I was like yes! good! excellent! but it used some batfam characters as examples and the name it picked for a genderbent Damian went so completely against the tone of the name "Damian" that I immediately went "nope I'm doing this myself" so uh. here's the Storm version of a genderbent Batfam + reason why I chose those names.

Bruce "Brucie" Wayne -> Elizabeth "Beth" or "Lizzie/Bessie/Buffy" Wayne OR Berenice "Bunny" Wayne Elizabeth, at least in my head, feels like the same kind of "classical english name" as Bruce -- it's well-known, not particularly tied to any one era, relatively formal, and makes sense for an old-money family that doesn't really have East Coast WealthyTM names (think Throckmorton). "Beth" feels like a good parallel to "Bruce" in that it's a short, workaday name, and there are plenty of silly nicknames for the ditzy socialite side - I am enormously amused by the idea of Beth Wayne, Batwoman, going by Buffy in public, but if that's too much of a reference "Lizzie" or "Bessie" also exist. Berenice, meanwhile, is on here largely because of the nickname "Bunny", which is even better, imo, than Buffy. Bunny Wayne. It delights me. (Berenice is. fine. It's a bit fancier than Bruce, imo, which may or may not jive with the tone of any given fic, but it probably wouldn't be my go-to.)

Richard "Dick" Grayson -> Dorothy "Dotty" or "Dolly" Grayson I pulled this one directly from the original post bc I really do like it and think it works well - it's all about the nickname. It needs to be something that was once a legitimate, unremarkable name that is now a deeply ridiculous thing for someone to unironically call themselves and Dotty and/or Dolly are about as close as you can get to that without it being. actual slang for penis. "Dorothy" also works well as a counterpart for "Richard": a well-known, somewhat old-fashioned name but one that's still in use in modern times.

Cassandra "Cass" Cain/Wayne -> Cassander "Cas/Cass" Cain/Wayne This is one where I actually do think just using the masculine version of the original name works quite well. Cassandra is a name from Greek myth, and given Cass's history and parentage, I think that that context is one of the most important things about how that name works with her character: it's a non-English name, pulled from a culture commonly treated as a "lost golden age of civilization", it's long, it's complicated, it's elegant and a little bit strange. "Cassander" was the name of a king of Macedonia, according to behindthename.com it's the masculine version of the name Cassandra, and to me it has that same sense of slightly eerie elegance.

Jason "Jay" Todd -> Jessie "Jess" Todd This one is more about sound and and vibes than anything else - Jason is a well-known, plain, fairly workaday name that gives me the impression of someone who is strong and no-nonsense, and Jessie (not short for Jessica) gives me the same impression, especially if she habitually goes by Jess in public. Also, they're very sonically similar, and I liked that.

Stephanie "Steph" Brown -> Sidney "Sid" Brown OR  Zachary "Zach" Brown I'll be honest, I don't know nearly as much about Steph Brown as I would like to, so this one is based mostly off of sound, nickname quality, and some context - Stephanie sounds relatively modern, to me, it's a name that wouldn't fit a pre-1980's character (at the earliest). I went with "Sidney" and "Zachary" because they both also have that relatively modern feel with a well-known short form. "Sidney" is here because it starts with S and I think "Sid" fits okay? with the character despite being pretty sonically different from "Steph", "Zachary" because it has a closer sonic feel to "Stephanie" despite the name "Zach" being a little further, vibes-wise, from "Steph".

Timothy "Tim" Drake -> Cordelia "Cora" Drake OR Theresa "Tess" Drake Okay, okay, listen. I know "Cora" sounds nothing at all like "Tim" BUT. in my heart. the name fits the character better than any others I could find. "Timothy" feels very Victorian Boy's Name (or like. animated movie about talking animals set in the 1920's/30's) to me, and in modern days it's a longer, very formal name that's basically never used full-length, but the shorter form is plain, well-known, and still very common. "Cordelia" was also popular in the Victorian Era, would be a familiar-but-uncommon name to most people, and having "Cora" be the everyday name I feel just. fits the character well. Theresa is on here as a closer-sounding alternative because "Tess" is the closest I could get to "Tim" without just stealing Tamara's name (although come to think of it, in an "everyone is genderbent" world just swapping Tim and Tam's names would be very funny), and it has that same "common short form of an uncommon, slightly old-fashioned full name" element, and because "Tess" is a better fit for the character than the other two candidates ("Tori", short for Victoria, or "Tilly", short for Matilda - I liked those two because they give me the same vibes as Timothy, but the short form is the more important part).

Duke Thomas -> Blue Thomas Okay. I know, this sounds nothing at all like "Duke", but again. in my heart. same vibes. It's a name that's very modern-sounding without being Trendy, it's a single syllable, it's a name that is also a common word, and just. idk, they feel similar to me. A little bit cool (in multiple definitions of the word), a little bit laid-back, like they'd both work as nicknames for a 1920's jazz singer. You get it.

Damian Wayne -> Alecto Wayne Yes. I know. Hear me out on this. The original name proposed for a genderbent Damian is what prompted me to make this post in the first place (and no I'm not saying it because I don't want to rag on OP too much) because Damian, as a name, has. just. so much meaning and so much context that is so important to my perception of Damian as a character. It's a Greek name, meaning "the tamer" - it's clearly non-English - it's strange and unusual and stands out among a modern American crowd - it's older, darker, dangerous - it's pulled from a long-gone civilization that for a long, long time was treated as one of the pinnacles of human achievement and yet was just as fucked up as any other society and often was significantly more so - and, most importantly, it is such an Edgelord of a name. It's the name of the overdramatic bad guy in a vampire play (not movie. play.) who stands in a tower drinking blood out of a jeweled goblet. It's a name given to a baby who was raised by assassins and the grandchild of an immortal assassin bent on destroying civilization in an attempt to make the world better. Damian is a sharp prickly pompous brat of a ten-year-old and part of that is looking down at a little kid with a sword with a name like Damian. It's just. how do I even explain this. it makes perfect sense for the League to have named him like that and it makes perfect sense that part of his personality is trying to live up to that and yet he can't because he's like ten. I picked Alecto because of all the names I found, it was the only one that gave me that same, immediate sense of "this is the name of a villain in an overdone fantasy novel, with over-the-top Meaning and Symbolism". It sounds Sharp and Strong and while recognizable, it's clearly not something people are typically actually called. It's Greek, meaning "unceasing" - it's the name of one of the Furies. I just. It works. (I know it's gonna get read as a TLT reference. I don't care. It's use in TLT is exactly what I mean by "it's the name of the villain in an overdramatic fantasy novel" tbh).

[goldenvulpine]

ok here is a helpful guide for Superman fans in Tumblr when referring to different eras of Superman:

Golden Age Superman: Kal-L. The Original. Very cocky. Very charismatic. Couldn’t fly as a kid. Has no solid code against killing. Chaotic Good. Can actually fly now. Has a disturbingly high kill count. Loves Toxic Women (Lois Literally Drugged him one time). Literal WW2 veteran. Not from Kansas. Smallville, East Coast (likely New York). Is now married to Lois. Head of the Daily Star (not Planet). Is Power Girl’s cousin. Is very aggressive. Still saved people from suicide canonically. Canonically religious (Married Lois in a Kryptonian Ceremony). “What trauma?” Seen everyone he loves die.

Silver Age Superman: Kal-El. The Most Popular. Speaks fluent Kryptonese. Total “50’s Dad”. The Strongest. Also the most conformist. Strict Code against killing. Lawful Good. From Smallville. Is canonically Religious (For Rao, his culture’s God). Has multiple cousins. From Smallville, East Coast (likely Maryland this time). Says he wouldn’t hit a woman. Probably has. Sneezed a Solar System Away. Somehow the WEIRDEST one. Also the biggest Prankster. Was Superboy. Was part of the Legion. Saw Pa die. Refuses to acknowledge his trauma. Needs a hug but won’t say it. Works for the Daily Planet. Alan Moore loves him.

Bronze Age Superman: Kal El. Actually just Silver Age Superman but “weaker”. Still the Strongest. Your favorite writer’s favorite Superman. Neutral Good. Originator of the Clex Drama. Met God. Is a pure scientist. Has Three Canon Endings. All of them are literal tragic endings. Is best bros with Batman. Is the Original Nightwing. His cousin is the Second Nightwing. Dick is actually the Third Nightwing. Loves his bro Jimmy Olsen. Smarter than Batman. Made a vow to protect life. Newscaster. Grant Morrison and Mark Waid love him.

Dark Age/Byrne Superman: Clark Kent (Kal El). Still moody. Weakest Superman. Thinks he’s Neutral Good, still Lawful Good. Doesn’t like Krypton. Designer Baby. Best Journalist. Canonically a Porn Star. Died. Came back. Most insecure Superman. Loves ‘Murica. Killed like three people one time. Strict code against killing. “Superman is what I do, Clark is who I am”. Legion who? Superboy who? Supergirl who? Football Star. Pure Sarcasm. Agnostic. People say they hate him but is the reason Smallville, Man of Steel and STAS exist. Literally wants to fuck Jimmy’s Mom. Triangle Era (90’s) Superman: Clark Kent (Kal-El). Is less moody now. Makes more Jokes. Still a drama queen. Smarter. Stronger. Wants to write a Novel. Married Lois. Jimmy is the Best Man. Good Leader. True Lawful Good. The Superman you probably think of the Most. Coolest guy. 90’s Superboy (the best) 90’s Supergirl (Matrix). Was once Gangbuster (Chaotic Neutral). Mind so strong, he killed a psychic in his sleep without knowing it. Christian (Married Lois in a Church). Still knows Kryptonian Kung Fu (Torquasm Vo/Rao). Dick Grayson’s 3rd Dad. Tim Drake’s 4th Dad. Slept with a Mermaid in Collage. Is fun.

Post-Crisis/2000’s Superman: Clark Kent (Kal El) Retcons out the ass. Kara comes back. Knows Boxing now. Knows Kung Fu. Held a Black Hole in his hand. Destroyed Moons. Agnostic. Still Lawful Good. Loves his wife. Loves his adopted son. Chris Kent. His son is Nightwing. His other son is also Nightwing. Walked the earth one time because of war crimes. Saves people from suicide again. Was a Kryptonian general one time. Literal Genius. Smarter than Batman. Is the GOAT. Hates the President.

New 52 Superman: Clark Kent (Kal-El) Very cocky. Very charismatic. Couldn’t fly as a kid. Has no solid code against killing. Chaotic Good to Neutral Good. Lower kill count than Post-Crisis. Loves Toxic Women (Loves the craziest version of Diana). Had a Mid-Life Crisis in his Mid-20’s. Was a Wrestler. Talks like Jason Todd/Wally West/Nightwing/Peter Parker/every mid-20’s white boi in the 90’s-00’s. Everyone hated him. Wasn’t as bad as they say. Is the Andrew Garfield/Spider-Man of Supermen. Killed off without good reason.

Rebirth Superman: Clark Kent (Kal-El). Is literally just Triangle Era Superman. With kids. No Chris tho. Still Lawful Good. Strongest of the Post-Crisis versions. Tries to be a good dad. Is a decent dad. Except for the time where he left Jon alone. So he’s a bad dad. I’m still not over that. Bendis loves him. Says please alot. Watches Anime. Kind of a dead beat. I miss Chris.

if you want summations of other Supermen I didn’t cover you are welcome to ask.

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Every time I see any reference to Gar asking if he could be the next Robin, I think about that one specific scene from No Place Like Home. -Rotten Anon

I totally get it, because that's what I think about too omg.

I also think about the super long extended re-write of No Place Like Home that I want to do. it is going to be a project that literally fucking consumes me whole someday

also, in case anyone is curious about what scene we are referring to, here, have a random treat

Excerpt from No Place Like Home (Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd):

Warnings for sexual content, threesome, extreme overstimulation, dom/sub relationship, probably other things I am forgetting but those are the major things.

...

As you made-out wildly with Gar, Jason dissolved into tiny whimpers, ebbing out the last of his orgasm. 

He went to pull out of you - but you were quick to reach around and dig your nails into the flesh of his ass sharply, shoving his cock back inside of you. Jason choked on a groan at this. You clenched down on his cock, giving him no opportunity to get soft. He let out a pathetic whine at the feeling of sharp jolts of overstimulation curling through his body. It caused him to stiffen his muscles and unconsciously fuck his hips deeper into you. 

“I came.” Jason told you, his voice breathless and breaking under the attention. “I came. Fuck - fuck, it hurts.” 

It was a brand new, wild feeling. It drove hot, sharp fire under every inch of his skin. When he had been with anyone else, even when he had masturbated, he had never pushed himself past an orgasm before. It was never something he had thought to do. He hadn’t even thought that he was capable of staying hard like this. It wrecked him so good and he fucking loved it. 

You took a moment to give Gar a few more sloppy, satisfying kisses before you pulled your mouth away to speak to Jason. 

“You wanted to cum, so cum.” You told him, your voice blatant and cocky. 

Jason choked on his own spit. Gar laughed. 

“Give me another one.” You told Jason, wanting to make the instructions clear. “Fuck yourself with your own cum, and maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you rest after that.” 

Jason gasped. It would be difficult if this cock was already feeling this sharp and used. But fuck, he was up for the challenge. 

Gar fondly remembered the first time he had been given this punishment. 

It was actually on the day you and him had first met Jason, when you, Kory, Dick, and Rachel had all been staying at the safehouse in Chicago. The entire reason that Gar had invoked such a punishment from you?

He mentioned wanting to be Robin. 

It was a stupid, mindless comment from him. He loved superheroes, that you already knew. He had been so excited when he met you that he almost creamed his pants. Knowing that you had superpowers, knowing that you could fling bad guys around with your mind. It was one of the first things that had attracted Gar to you. So when he saw another hot guy with a cape (even just imagining Jason wearing it) - he got over excited, yet again. His mouth ran off with the words before he could fully comprehend what they meant. 

But when Gar asked ‘can I be Robin?’ all you heard was ‘I’m moving to Gotham to go fight a bunch of serial killers, drug dealers, and psychopaths. You’ll never see me again. Goodbye!’ - and you quickly became pissed off with him. 

So he had spent the night with your panties in his mouth as a gag - so the others, so close by, wouldn’t hear his pathetic moans, as you worked him over and made him promise that he would never, ever leave you. (“Do you know how many freaks there are in Gotham, Gar? Do you wanna get murdered? Do you wanna go off and get killed?”) At first he had tried to convince you that it was only an implication, that he had absolutely no intentions of going where you couldn’t follow. But once you got your hands, your mouth, your pussy bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him so hard that he literally cried - he was glad that he had pissed you off so greatly with that singular comment. 

He fell asleep that night trembling and covered in his own cum, and yours, and he woke up cozily tucked into bed, having been cleaned up by you, and he had been bound to you like a lost puppy from that day. 

Gar was pulled out of that lovely little memory when you tugged on his hair again. 

You gave him another kiss before you removed your hand from his hair altogether. You had noticed that Jason wasn’t moving inside of you and sought to correct it. You moved your other hand down to join the first on his ass and began fucking him into you forcibly. He needed a reminder of the task at hand and you were going to give it to him. 

Jason squeezed his eyes shut, unsure how best to handle the waves of pleasurable pain. His cock was somehow harder than ever inside of you, alight with pin-needle nerves as he was fucked into his own pool of cum, feeling your hot, tight warmth closer than ever. Everything felt so good and so overwhelming at the same time, like he wanted more but it was also too beautiful and painful. It was like staring directly into the sun. 

“Y/N, fuck.” Jason gasped out. 

[dreameroffandomsblog]

Title: In the Shadows of Silence

Summary:

Gotham is a city that demands its heroes' full attention. But what about those left behind? You are part of the Batfamily, but slowly you start to realize that your role seems smaller compared to the others. As time goes by, the loneliness grows, and you begin to wonder if you truly belong in this world.

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The sound of typing echoed through the Batcave as you sat beside Tim, who was furiously typing away on his computer, searching for new leads on a recent case. You had been there for hours, watching the usual hustle of Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Damian as they came and went for patrols, without anyone really acknowledging your presence. The silence between you and Tim was heavy, but it wasn’t a comfortable silence. It was the kind where you felt like you didn’t exist.

“Tim, do you need any help with that?” you asked, trying to involve yourself in some way.

“Oh, no, I’m almost done. But thanks for asking,” he replied, not even glancing up from the screen.

That “almost done” was something you had been hearing for days. Since Bruce had taken you in, there was this hope that you would become a vital part of the Batfamily. But as the months passed, you began to realize that the dynamic was far different than what you had imagined. They were close-knit. They had their own routines, inside jokes, and ways of communicating that didn’t include you.

Dick, always the warmest, wasn’t around enough to notice your absence. Jason was always distant, and you didn’t have the kind of bond with him that the others seemed to have. Damian… well, he barely spoke to you, seeing you as an outsider who had intruded into his territory.

You stood up from the chair and left the cave. Upstairs, Wayne Manor felt even emptier and colder. Feeling the sting of silence, you climbed up to your room and collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Am I really part of this? Or am I just fooling myself?" You whispered to yourself. They were a family, but you were starting to wonder if you actually had a place here.

It was hard not to feel abandoned when the nights of patrol came and you were left behind. Bruce rarely called you out for missions. He said he was still "training" you, but you knew how to fight, knew how to defend yourself, knew the tactics of Gotham. Yet, you were always sidelined. The most painful part was that, when they returned, exhausted, they exchanged brief words among themselves and quickly dispersed without anyone truly stopping to ask how you were doing.

The clock read 3 a.m. when you heard footsteps in the hallway. Dick had returned, and you could hear the low murmurs between him and Alfred. “I think I’ll rest now, Alfred. Thanks for patching me up,” Dick said, likely referring to some superficial injury.

You wanted to go downstairs and try to connect with him, maybe talk about the night or at least feel seen. But the emotional exhaustion was too heavy. Instead, you closed your eyes, trying to push away the growing ache in your chest.

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The next morning, you woke up to the sounds of training in the main hall. Bruce and Damian were sparring. Tim was, as always, absorbed in his gadgets, and Jason was likely somewhere in the city dealing with his own demons.

Taking a deep breath, you walked downstairs, and when you arrived, you saw Bruce and Damian fighting with an intensity that made you pause for a moment.

"You need to be quicker, Damian," Bruce corrected as he effortlessly dodged Damian's strikes.

Damian, of course, was trying to impress his father, but to no avail. They were so focused that they hadn’t noticed your arrival.

"Bruce," you tried to speak, but he was absorbed in the training. You tried again, stepping closer. "Bruce, can I train with you today?"

He finally paused and looked at you, but before he could respond, Damian had already shut down your chance to join.

"You're not ready for this. You’ll only get hurt," the boy said with a coldness that made him seem older than he really was.

Bruce hesitated, looking between you and Damian, before shaking his head. "Maybe it's better if you just observe for now. We still have some techniques to go over."

Those words hit you like a punch. It was as if your presence was an afterthought. No matter how hard you tried, you always seemed to be on the sidelines of something bigger than you.

Without saying anything, you turned and left the hall, the weight of neglect growing heavier inside you. Once again, you felt invisible. Just another shadow, standing on the edge of a family that never truly saw you.

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To be continued...

[tritogeneia]

Fan Casting James Gunn's DC Universe's Teen Titans

I have been on Tumblr for about 10 years now(good god I'm ancient) and have mostly reblogged but today have decided to put my comic knowledge to the test: by fan casting James Gunn's DC Universe's Teen Titans because why not. I will be including pictures and links to Youtube videos when I reference them, but otherwise, enjoy. This was mostly fueled because Creature Feature or whatever it's called had a still that included Starfire, confirming her existence in this universe.

Side note: there's like 50 members of the Teen Titans across comics and I ain't doing all that so to make it easier for me(and you), here is the team I've made to make it more digestible.

Also, I want to make it clear that ages don't really matter here, because this is tumblr, but I do mention them just for sometimes. However, I did try my hardest to actually get actors and actresses in, and not just models because not all models can act, and also because they are called the TEEN Titans, but several of them were on the team when they were in college and not teens anymore.

Obviously, there's the Perez + Wolfman team of Nightwing, Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven & Cyborg, but also some of the other obvious ones: Arsenal(Roy Harper), Wally West, Rose Wilson/Ravager, Cassie Sandsmark/Wonder Girl II, Speedy II, Miss Martian, Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle III, Bart Allen/Kid Flash, Kiran Singh/Solstice and, of course, Tara Markov/Terra. That's a lot of people so let's get into it!

Dick Grayson/Robin I/Nightwing

So, there aren't a lot of Romani actors that are both

a) young enough/alive to play Dick

and/or

b) actually able to match his skill set

So, I decided to think outside the box a little bit. A youtube video I watched recently casted an actor from the Ms. Marvel show, the one who played the love interest character for Kamala Khan as Dick Grayson. And while I don't think it's necessarily a bad choice, I just don't think it's one that I personally would pick because the actor himself is pretty beefed up. I honestly would have him play Jason instead because of his build. Anyways, for my pick, I decided to essentially look at old maps of Romani populations pre-World War 2, because that's when their populations in Eastern Europe would've been the largest. Romania housed the largest population of Romani people pre-World War 2, and Romania was apart of the Ottoman Empire, and Romani people had civil rights in the Ottoman Empire dating back to the 15th Century.

With all that said, I decided that a Romanian actor would probably be a little bit more fitting, since it was a little more historically relevant(unless a young Romani actor becomes huge in the next few years, in which I will edit this and add them in here instead). Without further ado, my choice for the role of Dick Grayson is... Stefan Iancu.

Stefan is 27, and has starred in a number of projects since the age of four. Most notably, for people in the states, he was in Killing Eve! I chose him mostly for the reasons above, but also because a lot of his projects have been either physically active projects(such as war/spy/historical wartime projects) and also because he has won several awards in Romania for his acting prowess.

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Koriand'r/Starfire

Okay, so this isn't going to be controversial because while I have never seen the show Titans(mostly because half the time the screen is basically pitch black so you can't watch it anyways), I actually don't mind Anna Diop as Starfire. And ever since I saw Megan Thee Stallion's Starfire cosplay for Halloween last year I was FLOORED. So no, I am NOT in the "black women can't play Starfire" camp. I think a black woman SHOULD play Starfire. But who?

To start, she should be tall. Most incarnations of Starfire show her as being as tall as or even taller than Dick. Stefan Iancu is 5'7"(sorry anyone who uses the Metric System- that's about 1.702 meters). So we're aiming for someone who is 5'7 at least or taller. And that person is Tati Gabrielle. So I did originally want someone taller, but Tati is the same height as Stefan and also while I don't exactly love the idea of wedge heels , regular degular heels will also work, or shoe inserts.

She is slated to play the protagonist in the newest Naughty Dog game, and also starred in You season 3, The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Uncharted(movie) and so much more! Miss girl IS the moment.

~~~

Garfield Logan/Beast Boy

So Beast Boy is a little bit of an interesting case. For Dick and Kori, their backstories are pretty cut and dry. But Garfield's is pretty long and complicated, and also he's been around since the 60's, and he was a member of the Doom Patrol, and also he was experimented on(but sometimes he's not? Comics are weird), but he's smart, but he's also not. And he has a healing factor, but then he doesn't.

So, yeah. For Garfield, I think it would be better to just give him the most basic of basic backstories, and just do that. Since I know this will(probably) only be read by like four people anyways, I will continue on as if you, the reader, know this already. Garfield comes from a family of scientists who live in Africa studying animals and sometimes they're trying to bring back extinct species, and sometimes they run animal sanctuaries. Either way, they are animal lovers. His race isn't necessarily a huge part of his identity, considering he's... you know... GREEN. So honestly any actor will do here.

And that actor, I have decided is going to be Josh Heuston. So this man is Australian(and tall at 5'11), and he's also very pretty. I am very slightly tempted to switch this man and Stefan Iancu, because LOOK AT HIS EYES AND JAWLINE. But, I stand by my decision, because I did all that research and I'll be damned if I let it go to waste. I think him having green eyes is just the cherry on top. Now, let's move on!

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Rachel Roth/Raven

Raven isn't hard to get right and I am tired of people acting like it is. Raven isn't a teenager who is looking for attention or some random kid that's just losing her mind for fun, she's a tormented soul. Her powers are connected to her emotions, so she genuinely can't allow herself to feel any emotion, positive or negative. Think of trying to jumpstart a car. You have to be careful because if you're not you could hurt yourself or mess up your car, right? That's Raven's power in a nutshell. I have OCD, and so I can relate to having that shadow hanging behind me, saying "you are everything bad they think you are", which is still something I struggle with. All in all, Raven isn't someone who just has these crazy freak outs- she loses control because Trigon deliberately makes her by controlling her mind.

Anyways, rant over. Raven is one of my favorite characters of all time so this was more of a passion rant than anything else. My pick to play Raven is Barbie Ferreira!

Now, I have never seen Euphoria, I honestly haven't really been interested in watching it. It's always felt kind of fetishy and exploitative to me and I don't want to consume content like that anyways, so it's never really been on my radar. But, from the snippets I've seen on social media, I think Barbie can really pull it off, because it seems like she has a skill that I also share- no one ever knows what I'm ever feeling. I'm very good at chameleoning my way through life, and no one can ever read my body language or facial expressions very accurately, because I've mastered just... not giving them up. So Barbie is my choice.

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Victor Stone/Cyborg

Victor is definitely one of those characters who needs to be the most human of the team. Getting him right means getting the reason why the Titans work so well right. If you've seen the teaser trailer for the new Fantastic Four movie and saw how they behaved and talked around the Thing/Ben Grimm, Victor is essentially the Titans' version of Ben. He holds the team down, and he also knows what humanity means, even though he's surrounded by Gods and Monsters and often feels like a monster himself. Anyways, for Victor, I have chosen the amazingly talented Jharell Jerome! I was originally going to go with John Boyega, but then decided to go with Jharell because he's from the Bronx, and it was really important for me that for Cyborg at least, that he was African American, so that there was that cultural understanding of POCs in the US and already not trusting police or law enforcement.

With Victor, he basically goes into hiding immediately after his transformation, and it was important for me to have that connection of why he would be so afraid to go outside(aside from the normal, I'm now half robot stuff) and why he would be such a rock for the Titans, and it would give him motivation to be that person for others as well.

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Okay so now that we have the MAIN FIVE Titans out of the way, I'm going to start going into the other Titans that I want to see and would love to see be included, as well as my dream casting for them.

So to start, there's Roy Harper/Arsenal, Wally West and Donna Troy, who are all founding members of the original Titans but haven't been members in decades(looking at you Wally and Donna). Donna I am keeping off this list because her comic background is just so weird and confusing that even I don't get it(and that's saying something), so for everyone's sanity I am keeping her off this list.

For Wally, most of the comics have him either die or "disappear into the speed force" before returning after a while, so I'm thinking of either having him as a background character that's mentioned as dead already OR have him actually just be the Flash because for a really long time Barry Allen actually was just dead for a while and Wally was the Flash.

Roy is simply Roy. He's had three names, has a daughter with Cheshire(this is important later), and sometimes is a clone, sometimes is the original and has 3 other clones, and sometimes he's hooking up with Starfire who's also hooking up with Jason Todd(THANK YOU NEW 52 #THENEW52SUCKS). So let's just take it easy and start with Wally.

So don't throw pitchforks at me, but I actually hate when studios change red headed characters from red headed to people of color. NOT because they're now people of color but because it's really lazy. Like, really? You couldn't just CREATE a new charater with a similar-ish name and call it a day? MCU's Spiderman did it with Michelle Jones-Watson, and it worked perfectly because she's not MJ. Sure, her name is MJ, but it's not Mary-Jane.

Anyways, all this to say that Wally, Roy and Miss Martian will be sporting their red hair because those are my rules. Bart has brown hair so he doesn't count. And Starfire was already established to basically be a woman of color at her creation anyways so she also doesn't count. So, interlude over, let's continue.

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Wally West/Kid Flash

So, for Wally, I actually was pretty quick with choosing him because apparently there's an abundance of ginger actors in Hollywood but also I already had someone in mind. And that someone is Cameron Monaghan!

Now, not only was he hilarious on Shameless, but he's just genuinely talented in general. Most people consider him to be a GOOD Joker in Gotham until the writers did the split personality type thing and ruined all the plot they had built up. And that's a feat few people have under their belt. Especially for a pretty "meh it's okay" TV show. I think he would work as Wally either as the Flash or even as a flashback because he just is able to adapt as an actor, which is what makes him so talented.

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Roy Harper/Arsenal

So I also got Roy figured out pretty quick, only because I was looking for someone who just kind looks rough. Roy in the comics usually has a past with addictions, and also he is almost always portrayed with long hair and a trucker hat. So for Roy, I found someone who has long red hair and looks a little rough around the edges(which is fine, I also look rough about 90% of the time). And that person is Caleb Landry Jones!

Caleb is most well known for being in Get Out, but he's been in other films and projects since then. He was pretty menacing in Get Out, which is also why I picked him, because Roy has a pretty complicated relationship with Green Arrow and even the other Titans at certain points in the comics.

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Rose Wilson/Ravager

Okay, so this one might be my magnum opus. Rose Wilson is the second child and only daughter of Deathstroke. As a child, he wanted her to be exactly like him so he blinded her in one eye to match his. Rose has enhanced strength, speed, stamina, durability, agility, reflexes, senses, intellect, accelerated healing and decelerated aging. She's also an expert marksman and swordsman like her father.

Originally I was going to try and find a Black woman with albinism to portray Rose, because Rose has stark white hair, just like Deathstroke. But there sadly aren't any actresses that fit the part. So we are going to have to break the mold a little bit.

Thando Hopa. She's a South African model with albinism. She is the first person with albinism to strike the cover of Vogue magazine. She's a little older than my age cutoff, but honestly she's clearly been blessed with the no-age gene because she looks like she's in her early 20s

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Cassie Sandsmark/Wonder Girl II

Wonder Woman is my favorite superhero. There, I said it. She is the moment, and Cassie is probably my favorite sidekick ever because she's just so unique. Something that the writers at DC did that really surprised me is that they actually took tropes from Ancient Greek myths when they wrote Cassie's stories in the early 2000s.

One of Cassie's follies is rage. Like the story of Heracles, she becomes enraged to easily and often just relies on her strength and lets her anger fuel it. So, naturally, Ares gives her a lasso that can channel Zeus' lightning bolts, but only when she gets angry. Ares wants Cassie to be his champion, and often tries to fuel her own anger to convince her to join his side.

Obviously, this is metal as hell and needs to be a plot point, so we need an actress that can actually portray mad. Who can portray that primal feeling of anger and show no remorse for nearly leveling a town because of it. And that can only be done by one person specifically(at least for this role): Samara Weaving.

I don't know if you guys have seen Ready or Not but she absolutely slays the house DOWN in this. She takes no prisoners, kicks ass, and has no remorse for it. She is absolutely perfect for this role.

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M'gann M'orzz/Miss Martian

Hoo boy. You thought my rant on Raven was bad? Put your seatbelts on, we are about to enter a new level of rant.

I grew up watching Young Justice. It was the show I would watch everyday before going to school. And M'gann's story of desperately wanting to fit in and doing anything to achieve that? Yeah, super felt. Being constantly rejected or left behind left me clinging to this character like a life line, waiting for life to reel me back in. And honestly? I'm kind of still waiting.

But anyways, M'gann is one of my favorite animated characters, and she is so complex. Her motivations, wants, needs and even attributes are all in an attempt to hide her true Martian heritage.

In DC lore, there are 2 main races of Martians on Mars. Green Martians(duh) and White Martians. They were once the same, some stuff happened, they split, and now they're somehow the same but different? Comics are weird. Anyways, M'gann is a White Martian that 'disguises' herself as a Green so that she can have more acceptance due to the constant rejection and bullying she received as a child. So, she uses the name Miss Martian and shapeshifts her skin green.

This is a SUPER important part to her character and cannot be fudged up. It's the ultimate motivation for her, and her slowly coming to accept it and be more open with her true self.

The reason why I say her appearance is so important is because in the Young Justice show, she ties her appearance to a show that her uncle, Martian Manhunter, used to send to Mars when she was a kid that she latched onto. So, her appearance is super important and it's why whenever I see her being played by someone who just kind of looks normal or doesn't look recognizable, it does a giant disservice to M'gann and her character. So, I chose Sadie Sink as the actress to play M'gann.

The reason why I chose Sadie is because Sadie is recognizable. You know what she looks like and can instantly say "oh, that's Sadie Sink". I think that either Stranger Things or something similar that Sadie has been in that is very recognizable to the audience should be the reason why M'gann uses this as her "face" essentially, because then it would be more relatable to the audience, and make M'gann's reasonings and motivations more clear. And, they could literally just essentially paint Sadie green it would still work- that's how committed M'gann is to keeping her true form a secret. She doesn't need to be unrecognizable, she needs to look like Sadie Sink but green.

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Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle III

Oh Jaime, how thankful I am that the Blue Beetle movie exists. Xolo Maridueña is somehow my dream casting and the perfect role for Jaime, so thanks for doing my job for me, Blue Beetle movie!

~~~

Bart Allen/Impulse/Kid Flash

Sooooo, two speedsters on one list? Shocking, I know. But Bart is one of the funniest characters known to comics(at least for speedsters) and that's saying something because Wally exists. There's this great comic of Bart getting a Green Lantern tattoo or something(because he can't get a Flash one, that would give away his secret identity, duh!) and from just him going from tattoo shop to the Titans Tower, he shows the team(who are all thoroughly unimpressed) and it literally disappears due to his metabolism and healing factor. 100 bucks down the drain, my guy.

This makes me laugh every time I think about it. Truly one for the ages. Also those bangs and headband combo on Cassie? Iconic.

Anyways, I think that Wyatt Oleff would make a great Bart, just because of his one-liners in It and It Part II. I think with a good script, it would be a match made in heaven.

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Kiran Singh/Solstice

So Kiran is someone who is really important because good Desi representation in Western media is lacking, and with the release of Ms. Marvel, that gaping hole of Desi representation is becoming more and more visible. So, I added Kiran because we need good Desi and good South East Asian representation. Kiran has been described by her creators as "a positive spirit - influenced by the various cultures she’s encountered during her travels throughout the world. She embraces life and all the adventure and experiences it offers". She manipulates light and can fly. She basically can blast you with light, and therefore I believe she should be played by someone who just radiates kindness and light and smiles as bright as the sun.

And obviously is Desi or Indian. I was kind of stuck trying to find an actress that fit into this idea that I had until I found her- the brightest star(because all suns are stars) in the galaxy of actresses who could play Kiran- Alia Bhatt.

She is SO gorgeous and just has that radiant energy, even through pictures. She is also the moment.

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Tara Markov/Terra

Alright, now we have a heavy hitter. Terra is definitely one of those characters that is both a good character and a bad character. At her worst, she is a CSA victim that is used and abused by Deathstroke and then tossed aside when he has no more use for her, only for her to then take revenge at the last second, killing both herself and Deathstroke in an act of... self sacrifice? At her best, she is a complicated, abused character who has questionable motive and is manipulated by Deathstroke into betraying her family/team because he has convinced her that he is the only one that actually cares, only for her to break free of those chains and redeem herself and become a hero(thank you Young Justice season 3).

Terra is another one of those characters who you really have to understand to get right. If you don't get her right, then you're misunderstanding why The Judas Contract was such a big deal for the Titans history and why it keeps being adapted. Terra herself is both a martyr and a villain, but she's also someone who makes mistakes and has to work hard to earn forgiveness for those mistakes.

Now, do I prefer her and Beast Boy together or Beast Boy and Raven together? Honestly, I prefer Terra to be Beast Boy's first love- the one that got away, the one that he really thought was going to last forever and it just... didn't. Raven and Terra are so opposite from each other, but they're also very similar.

Anyways, rant aside, I truly believe that Terra needs to be played by a scream queen, because that girl is extremely emotionally stunted(which is totally okay and makes sense with her history) and has these outbursts a lot. So, I chose Jenna Ortega to play her.

If you haven't seen the clip of Jenna screaming in X, then you need to see it because that girl KNOWS how to scream like she means it.

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Mia Dearden/Speedy(aka Artemis Crock/Tigress)

Okay LISTEN. You really didn't expect me to just not include my girl Artemis in this list? Hell no.

So, Artemis in the comics is actually a villain. Like a super crazy big villain. She's actually married to Icicle Jr.. Her father is Sportsmaster, her sister IS Cheshire/Jade Nguyen(told you she'd come back!). But, Artemis has mostly been unused since, which sucks because the Young Justice did such a good job with her. So, I'm bringing her here. I'm kind of mashing both Mia Dearden and Artemis Crock together, mostly because Artemis was never a hero in the comics.

Mia's backstory is really dark- she's also a victim of CSA, and a victim of human trafficking. Now, Mia is eventually rescued by Green Arrow and becomes 'Speedy'. So, I'm kind of mashing their characters, with Artemis' origins being the same, but having her taking the Speedy mantle. So, Artemis is half Vietnamese, half White, but I'm choosing to just have a Vietnamese actress play her, because wigs exist but also, like I've said- South East Asian representation matters. So, I chose Lana Condor(who is Vietnamese) to play Artemis.

I think it would also be a good subversion of what we're used to seeing from Lana, we're used to seeing her play these rom-coms, and seeing her play a tough and mean character that fights dirty is something that I think that would ultimately boost her even more. Sis can ACT, okay, and I want to see her in more roles, not just the To All the Boys type films.

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Alright, so that was all my picks for the 2025 Teen Titans draft. I tried to include as many POCs as possible, but if you have any other suggestions let me know!

[madds-is-ace-trash]

Chapter 8: Visiting Hours

Summary: Danny gets to go to the library, Jason meets the baby, Dicks co workers thought they saw this coming, and Clark talks to the boys.

Come read on Ao3

This chapter took a while but here it is!

Warning this chapter dose include this Fics mandatory dick joke but its one and pretty short.

Ok Serious warnings, This chapter includes more mentions of Dannys injuries, References to past child abuse and trauma. This chapter also includes a bit of self digression. If any of this makes you uncomfortable please feel free to skip.

Dick woke up with a yawn. As he stretched his arms up over his head, he felt a weight tug and wiggle against his side. Looking down, he spotted a mop of messy jet black hair, sticking up off his son's (and yes dick had made that mental leap dammit) head as if defying gravity. After Danny’s display of power and their talk with Clark, Danny refused to let Dick leave his sight. He thought it was cute the way Danny clung to him. 

  The kid had obviously been touched-starved, melting at any sign of affection and Dick was glad to provide it last night but… But this morning he had to go into the station. He had already skipped yesterday and he could only have so many “family emergencies” in one year. Gordon would have his head if he was late. 

  Wait…. frick! Who was going to watch Danny? All his brothers either had school or work. Cass had a case she was working on, same with Steph, he… he can’t leave him with Jason.  Don’t get him wrong, he loves Jaylad but they aren’t on the best of terms at the moment. B would drop whatever he had in a heartbeat but he can’t just leave Danny with Bruce. Danny can barely coexist in the man’s presence. He can’t ask Al. He’s got too much on his plate already. 

  Well, only one option left. Looks like he's gotta call Babs. 

  And as if on cue, seriously could Danny read his mind? Danny’s eyes flutter open as he pushes himself up. “ Pa? Good morning” Danny grumbles sleepily. 

  “Morning, North Star,” he ruffles Danny’s hair, sending the already chaotic mess in every direction. His chest swelling at the name. Danny had called him papa last night as he drifted off, it seemed like it stuck. “How would you feel if you got to spend the next few days hanging out at a library while I’m at work?” 

  “A library!? We can go! Really?” Danny shot up, eyes lighting up with excitement, the boy curls in a little pulling tension away from his stitches.  

  “Yes, buddy! Imma ask if my friend can watch ya for a bit. She works at the library. I'm sure she would love to have you.” Dick grabbed his phone.

  You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

Of course I would love to watch Danny 

  Disco-Never-Dies

I didn’t even..

  You know what, whatever, thanks a ton babs I owe ya!

  You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

You can pay me back by making sure you pack that kid a lunch when you send him 

  Disco-Never-Dies

Np! 

  “ She said yes, we’re in the clear little man.” He ruffled the boy's hair again only for him to squeak in retaliation, but did not actually pull away from the touch.  Dick hopped out of bed, wandering over to his closet as Danny hung on to his sleeve as he floated behind him. 

  Dick laid out the pieces of his uniform on his bed. Then he reached over by the night stand and pulled a bag off of the floor. Out of it, he pulled out a t-shirt that had a cartoon bear made of stars and a pair of sweatpants. He also laid out Danny some clean underwear and socks. Duke had dropped the bag off this morning, apparently he stopped by a little mom and pop clothing store that morning when he ran out to grab something for Al. Why the store was open at 4:30 am Dick will never know. Danny hovered, peaking over Dicks shoulder as he arranged their outfits for the day. 

  “Ok Danny, can you take your shirt off so I can clean your stitches?” Danny curled himself into a ball mid air, defensively clutching the shirt he had on in his hands. He was still so protective over his chest, he had trusted dick enough to sleep next to him but not to clean his wounds? “ We just need to clean the area with some alcohol wipes.I promise no more, no less.” He raised his hands into the air showing the pack of alcohol pads he held in one hand and the dry gauze in the other. 

  “Promise?” Danny asked, his voice low and soft. Like if someone overheard him the world would crumble. 

  “Yes, of course.” Dick thought for a minute about the boy's past instances about doing anything related to his chest himself.”Tell ya what, how about we do it together? Would it make you feel better if you got help?” Danny nodded. Dick scooped the boy out of the air and into his arm and made his way to the bathroom attached to his bedroom. 

  The rest of the boys' morning went relatively smoothly. Danny’s stitchings looked good. He let Danny dress himself in the bathroom. While he got into uniform, on the other side of the door in the room to give him some privacy, Dick helped Danny comb his hair, and then the boys brushed their teeth and headed down stairs. When they got downstairs, Alfred had packed Danny a To-go bag. It was in a black drawstring that Damian had brought home from school one day. Al had packed him lunch and some snacks. Dick couldn’t thank him enough. 

  Danny scarfed down his breakfast and he and Dick were off, borrowing Cass's car (she had picked up a car seat) and making their way to Gotham library. 

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James was having a lovely morning, he really was.  Shoot, he even decided that he was going to walk to the station this morning. You know, exercise and all that jazz.  However, that nice peaceful morning was thrown out the window when Officer Grayson pulled up by the library as he was walking past. 

  Grayson just pulling up wasn't what ruined his morning. No, in fact, James thought Dick was a swell guy. It was when he walked around to his back seat and pulled out a kid ! Like a whole ass child. Young too, no way it was his youngest brother. And the kid was small, so very small. When did Bruce Wayne pick up a new kid?  Was this the family emergency he called out for? His dad scooping up another kid? Grayson didn't even live at home any more. Why was it his problem? 

  “ Star shine if you don't calm down, you're gonna float away at this rate,” Dick giggled at the boy in his arms. 

  “But papa, I can't help it!” The boy jumped for joy as Dick set him down to lead him up the steps. “Do you think they're gonna have a book on the Mars rovers?” Wait a minute, Papa. Shit this wasn't just some kid his dad picked up, this was Grayson's kid. When the hell did he have a kid? He looked like he was what, maybe 3, and to his knowledge, Dick was still sleeping around.

  “Ok Danny, one sec. Can I get a picture?”  The boy, whose name is Danny apparently, whipped around an eager expression on his face, “ I'll be fast, promise. Then you can go have your day with Aunty Barbara.”  

  “Ok but just a quick one!” Danny smiled for the camera holding on to the straps of a drawstring backpack with excitement. 

  “ Ok got it! Have fun and be good, ok? If you need anything, you can have Babs call me, ok?” the boy nodded in agreement. “I'll come get you after work.” With that, Barbra opens the door to the library, gestring for the small boy to follow her inside. Dick walks back to his car, glancing over his shoulder at the library one more time before driving off. 

  James stood on the sidewalk, blankly staring off into space, trying to process what he had just witnessed. By the time he snapped out of it and checked his phone, there was no way he was going to make it to the station on time. There went his peaceful morning as now he was going to have to run to work!

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  Danny followed the women through the doors and into the library. His core was humming with excitement as he tried his best to keep his feet on the ground.  Danny took a moment to take in the size of the library, the multiple floors lined with books seeming to stretch for miles.  He hopped in place, flapping his hands so fast he might generate enough lift to get him off the ground with that alone. 

  “Glad to see you're excited,” the woman chucked off to the side as she shut the door. “ Honestly you might give Jason a run for his money.” 

  “Which ones Jason agia-” Danny cut himself off as he turned to face Barbra. Her hair was red, like the warm tones of a sunset.  Fuzzy memories danced through Danny's head of smiles and kind words, of safety, of warmth. He felt himself lift into the air; shoot, he wasn't supposed to do that. But she nevered cared. The one who made sure he got the feed. The one who sat by his side and held his hand when the yelling was too loud. He can't. Why can't he remember her name? Why did she leave? This isn't her. this woman's different.  She's not-

  “Danny, are you ok?” She asked in a calm voice, a hand outstretched,offering for him to take it. Danny scans her up and down, noticing the woman is on wheels, yet despite that Gotham wraps around her. She is one of hers so she's safe. She has to be safe.  “ Danny, it's ok. I'm here.” 

  Red was safe.

  Red was home.

  Danny’s core screamed SAFE, LONGING, SAFE, TRUST, LIKE HER.

  So Danny takes her hand, letting her guide him back to the ground. When his feet make contact, he remembered to breathe. “Your chair is cool.” He blurts out trying to break the tension.

  “ I..oh.. my.. pfff” she chuckles, placing her hand over mouth in a attempt to hold the laughter in. A gentle smile settles on her face, “Are you alright? You kinda froze.” 

  “Yhea I’m sorry,” Danny tugs on the strings of the backpack, twirling them in his fingers. “ You just reminded me of someone for a sec. I'm sorry.” 

  To Danny’s relief, she seemed to move on from it pretty fast. “ We’ll let's get you set up for the day, hm? “  she rolled over to a group of tables set up behind the front desk of the library. It was probably meant so people could sit in the library to study. “ You can pick a table and set up shop. That way if you need me, I’ll be right here,” she gestured over to the raised front desk, “ Dick said you like to read,so if there’s anything you would like I would be more than happy to help you find it.”

  Barbra took her place at the desk while Danny set up. He hung his bag on the back of his chair, pulling out the metal thermos of water he had been sent with. He placed it on the table so he would have it when he needed it. He remembered someone always nagging him that he needed to drink more water( as well as get more sleep, and study ect.) He asked her where the astronomy section was. She pointed him in the direction and off he marched. Scanning the shelf of slightly dusty books at his eye level, he still wanted to see if he could find a book on rovers.  

  When the books at eye level didn't seem to hold what he was looking for, Danny looked around, making sure no one else would see him forfeit gravity. He lifted into the air sitting with his legs crossed as he scanned the shelf. When he found a book,  cataloging the building and launch of Spirit and Opportunity, the book was big, about the same size as his whole torso. But Danny didn't care, as he landed back on the ground and made his way back to the table with his new treasure. 

  Danny laid the book out on the table, his core humming with content excitement. He hadn't gotten to read much lately; not from what he could remember. So he buried his nose in his book, the sound of thunder rolling gently over the library. 

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  The day dragged on and on  and Barbra was busier than she thought. Between helping Signal  on his patrol and the watch parts that Tim sent her, she got pretty busy. So busy in fact that Danny pretty much went ignored all afternoon. Not that he seemed to mind. The boy sat at the table taking books back and forth from the self to the table. Even after Barba informed him he could just leave them on the cart and she would get them.  

  One or two other people stopped by early afternoon, Danny seeming to tense when he was walking by. Sad really,the poor boy. “Excuse me miss,” a male voice called from the front of the counter. 

  “Oh yes I’m sorry. How may I help you.” She tucked away the Tech she was working on. 

  “I need some help finding a book? I went and checked the cards but I can’t find it on the self.” The man in his 50s explained politely. 

  “I’ll be more than happy to help you find it. what book are you looking for?” 

  “It called—“

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  Jason sat in his apartment reading a book on his couch, a rare occasion these days. But something itched at the back of his mind. This weird desire to go, protect, help.  But where, Jason had no idea. He felt so restless. 

  He pulled out his phone scrolling threw last night’s group chat. His brother brought home a kid. Planned to keep sucker too; the whole family worked out his cover story late last night from the sound of it, though he was in pretty bad shape. He hated it when people targeted kids. He wouldn’t stand for it. 

  Wait,Babs said she was gonna watch him right? Maybe if Jason met the kid, he could get a lead on who’s skull he needs to cave in for thinking they can get away with torturing children. Maybe it will quit this never ending itch to go do something . 

  Jason changes into his civis, still Bolstering a leather jacket and a hidden gun. He hops on his bike and sets off for Gothams library. 

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  “Danny, what are you doing!” Barbra calls as she returns to the front of the library only to see Danny at the table tinkering with the watch. The busted watch that Tim had sent her because he couldn’t fix it. 

  “I…I!” Danny stuttered and froze a screwdriver in his hand.

  Barbra Rolled over and snatched the device from the boy.” Danny! that could be dangerous what were you-“  she looks at the watch in her hand. The now fixed and working watch is in her hands. “Danny did you?”

  “I’m *hic* sorry please I. I just wanted. Help” Danny started sniffing, tears falling down his cheeks as he held his arms  up to shield himself. Did? Did he think she was going to hit him? Oh no. 

  “Danny I’m sorry for yelling. You fixed it! That’s amazing!” She set a hand gently on his, guiding his arms back into his lap. “ I was just worried you could have hurt yourself. I’m sorry for snapping.”  He held his eye shut,still leaning away like he was waiting, waiting for something Barbra would never dare do. “How did you know how to fix it? Do you like fixing stuff like this?” 

   “I’m sorry I just….” His breath was shaky as he opened his eyes and fiddled with his hands. “ I just. I fix stuff, I like to fix stuff I used to help sometimes I just.”  His breath picking up again almost to the point of hyperventilating. 

  “Hey it’s ok. Thank you for helping me. I appreciate it. How about next time you just ask first ok?”

  “Mhm I…I can do that.”

  “ Ok how about we have some lunch hmm? I heard Al packed it. He would be sad if you didn’t eat it.” 

  “Ok Yhea, I can eat.”

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  You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

The van is definitely connected to Danny. The  watch that me and Tim couldn’t figure out. The kid just fixed it in the 10 minutes it took for me to help someone find a book. 

  Caffeine-High is typing…

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Dick walked in through the front doors giving the receptionist a polite nod as he made his way to the check-in clock. 

  “Officer Grayson! Good to see you’ve made it in time.” The commissioner called from his office that was down the hall from where the check-in clock was, his door wide open. 

  “Yhea, I’m sorry about yesterday,” Dick gave the man an apologetic smile, “ I had a bit of a situation I had to take care of.” 

  “ It’s quite alright, emergencies happen. However Officer Grayson, your reports are still due by the end of the night.” The older man said, his voice gave away no malice. 

  “Yes sir. I’ll be sure to have them in.” Great. Now he would have to stay cooped up at the station. He was hoping to at least get to go on patrol. After all, he wanted to swing by that alley in the daylight to look for any more clues to where Danny had come from.  From the looks of it, he was gonna have to see if Duke could make time. 

  Hours rolled on with Dick filling out his reports and paperwork. And on top of that, he was also reviewing some of his colleagues’ reports as well. A few of Gothams police officers aren’t above tweaking reports for their own gain. 

  “Hey Grayson, so when were you gonna show us your little guy?” James leaned up against the side of Dick’s desk leaning on both of his arms. Dick quickly closed the reports he had been checking. 

  “Ok wait, hold on there Kirk, first of all, I don’t typically swing that way. Second of all, we’re at work man. I’m not just gonna whip it out. Third of all-“

  “No! Oh my God,no. Your kid man! When were you gonna tell us you had a kid? “ The sudden shout had caught the attention of all of the officers in the office space. 

  “I um uhh-“ Dick stumbled over what to say. What in the world was Officer Kirk talking about.

  “Grayson has a kid!?” one of the other officers rushed his desk. “Since when?” 

  “Guys I-” James cut Dick off again.

  “Must have been for a hot minute . Saw him dropping the kid off at the library. Kids gotta be like 3 or 4.” Shit this wasn't happening, not yet. Dick was gonna claim Danny anyway but he hoped he had more time to get the paperwork in order for the cover story. 

  “Look guys I just,” the other officers gathered around his desk. Those who weren't were doing a terrible job at pretending they weren't listening.

  “I wanna see the baby!” Georgia rushed his desk, pushing through the small group to get to the front.”Show us a picture!”

  Dick stuck his hands up in the air leaning back in his chair away from the ecstatic women who rushed his desk. “ He’s not exactly a baby, guys.” 

  “I don’t care, you do have photos don’t you?” Of course dick had photos he took plenty yesterday but those were the only ones he had. But if he had all those photos of Dami he always showed, and none of his supposed son. 

  Dang it photos it was. “ Fine, fine just give me a second.”  Dick pretended like he couldn’t find the photo app given him enough time to send a text saying that whatever cover story they had they were going to have to stick to it because the cats were out of the bag. “Oh and here we go!” He turned his phone around the image of Danny he took this morning on his screen. 

  A rupture of coos and complaints followed. “He looks just like you!” she leaned into the phone. “ his nose is different though and his freckles! Oh my look at him!” 

  “What's all this commotion?” Gordan barked as he made his way into the office space. 

  “ oh nothing just that Grayson has been hiding the cutest little munchkin.” Officer Georgia Leimon bounced on her heels. 

  “ A munchkin?” The commissioner questioned. Dick wasn’t exactly hiding Damian, in fact he showed him off like a-

  “Yhea Grayson has joined the dad club.” Kirk added. “How the mighty have fallen.” 

  “Get back to work, all of you.” He said exasperated, dick felt him, sometimes the station felt more like a high school then a police station with all the drama. 

  “ Grayson, may I talk to you?”  The commissioner asked, a hand placed on his shoulder after everyone had gone about their business.

  “Yes sir,” dick stood, his stance slumped. He was so tired his muscles were still aching from the bust before he found Danny. His shoulder felt awkward in its socket where Danny had grabbed him in panic. 

  Gordan led dick back to his office, closing the door Behind him. “ you look tired son,” gordan said gesturing for dick to sit down on the opposite side of his desk.  Dick took him up on the offer. 

  “You have no idea,” dick chuckled to himself. It's not the first time dicks come to work half dead and most likely won't be the last. Especially not until they figure out where Danny came from. 

  “I understand new babies can be hard, if you-” the older man began.

  “Dannys not a baby,” dick released a breath sinking into the chair. “ He's about 6 actually, I only found out about him the other day.” 

  “Oh? If you don't mind me asking why only now. I know you well enough to know if you did have a kid you would never shut up about him.” 

  Here go’s nothing, dick pulls out his phone, sending the group chat a quick text saying the story made its way to Gordon. Then he pulls up the photo album he had( yea he already made Danny his own folder sue him) of danny on his phone. Handing the phone to the older man. “ I met his mother when we're teenagers, she never told me she got pregnant. After a bit she just cut contact I just figures she was done with me. Apparently, she had Danny in secret and married some guy. “ Dick elapsed his hand over his knees. “She didn't want Danny but I guess she felt obligated to keep him, lets just say that didn't exactly lead to the best environment.” 

  “So how did you find out about him?” the older man asked gently. Gordan could tell by looking at the boy that he was not well taken care of. He was small for a boy his age, And his wrist to thin, his eyes had heavy bags, and his skin was pale.

  “ His uncle took him, rescued him even. Then the guy called me, I have no idea how he got my number. He called me saying that he had my son and he was bad and he needed me.” Dick began to fidget with the sleeve of his uniform. “ Even if there was a chance Danny wasn't mine I couldn't just leave this kid there so I drove to meet him the night before I called off. When I got there I just knew, I took one look at him and knew he was mine.” A soft smile crossed his lips,” took him for a check up and the blood work all but confirmed it.” 

  “and when you say he wasn’t in the best environment, is that affecting him?” Gordon handed dick his phone content with the pictures he saw. 

  “You have no idea,” dick chuckled grimly. “ obviously other than the lack of nutrition and him being way too small for his age, he’s kind of sickly and his socialization is totally messed up. He’s clingy and easily scared. He doesn’t really understand normal social cues. And that not even getting in to all the signs of abuse-“ dick stops himself

 taking a shaky breath. 

  “I’m sorry that sounds difficult ,” Gordon try to reassure him. 

  “Yeah I just… I just wish I got to him sooner” dick couldn’t bring himself to look the older man in the eyes. He was supposed to be a cop, he was supposed to be a hero, yet Danny managed to slip through the cracks. Something so terrible happened right under his nose. 

  “Don’t beat yourself up Grayson, you couldn’t have know. What matters is you're here for him now.”

  “Yeah well we’re on the topic I really need my weekend off, you know normally I don’t mind coming in but we’re still trying to get him settled.” 

  “Yes of course, if you don’t mind me asking where is he now?” 

  “He’s actually spending the day with Barbra at the library, little man loves books.” Dick smile returns his shoulders releasing some tension he didn’t realize he was holding.

  “Perfect, I was going to go out to dinner with her anyway. We can go together. I would love to meet your son.” 

  “Yeah ok,” dick said, doing his best not to internally panic. “Just um come get me when you're ready to head out I dove today.” 

  “Of course,” he got up, walking out of the office and shutting the door behind him.

  Shiiiiiiiiiit

  ———————————————————————

  Jason’s head was fuzzy, something rumbling in his chest. He parks his bike behind the library tucked away from prying eyes. He locks it just in case.

  He then walked to the front, something scratching at his mind to go. Something telling to find.   No matter what he did he was having a hard time ignoring it as the storm that had been brewing finally decided to drizzle. Forcing him to the entrance faster in fear of being soaked. As he crosses the threshold he spy’s a suspicious amount of tennagers all cluttered around the tables that take up the library’s open space. One of the schools must be doing a big project or something. Danny is nowhere to be seen amongst the hoards of students. He sends a wave to babs who seem Stuck helping groups of teens find books. She shoots him a smile and then gives a nod Towards one of the isles of books. 

  That must be where Danny went. As Jason makes his way through the strangely dimly lit corridor, the static in his head reduces itself to a soft hum in the back of his ears. He sees a small figure in the distance back turned as they gaze off into Gotham's dark stormy sky through a bay window. As he moves forward quietly and slowly, he doesn't realize he's holding his breath until a cool chill shocks him forcing him to take a gasp of air. Before Jason can even blink-

  ~Thunk~

  Something metal crashes in his skull as he fumbles to catch it in his surprised state. Holding the object in his hand, he realizes that it is one of Tim's thermoses. Did? Did the kid just throw a thermos at his head… he slowly trails his gaze back to the window. Ice blue eyes staring into his soul. The boy before him propping himself up on one hand, his other still outstretched like it froze the minute the metal container left his hand. He's panting his whole body shaking like a newborn foul.  Princkling cold stabs at the back of his neck. The noise in his head screaming mine, scared,  fix, mine. 

  Thunder rolls threw the clouds outside the window framing the boy's shaky state. O̴̙͑ú̸̮r̸̝̈́ś̷̠ ̶͕̍ . The static from the storm corrects. A presser Jason was holding in his chest released as Danny leaned back still shaking but instead of fear, it was with the strain of holding back tears. Jason stepped forward, his hand out reached and Danny leaned in to meet it . A silent conversation passes between the two as they make contact. 

  ᴴᵘʳᵗ, ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ

  Safe,  ours

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ, ᴳᵒⁿᵉ

Safe, same , here

They said nothing yet everything as Jason continued forward his body meeting Danny's at the seat to the bay window as he pulled the boy into a hug. If Jason could he would shield him forever. Something deep inside him sang. This boy was important, this boy was home, this boy was meant to be safe. As Danny went slack with exhaustion, Jay loosened his grip, sliding off his jacket and draping it over the child's shoulders. Pulling the kid into his chest as he joins him on the soft surface, gently guiding his head to rest in his chest. 

  Tears trickled down Danny's face as he tugged on Jay's shirt. “ I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry.” the boy mumbles softly and Jasons knows it's not just about the thermos that he threw at him. It is deeper, a sorrow that Jason feels with every fiber of his being as Danny's hand easily finds the spot on his head where the crowbar hit him, to the center if his autopsy is scar, even without being able to see it. He feels seen, an apology so sincere ,as Jason rubs his hands along Danny back doing his best to get the boy to sleep. 

  “Me to kid, me to.” Jason finally manages to choke out as the kids' eyes flutter shut. Jason takes his other hand as wipes away his cold tears from the boy's cheeks. The rain pattering against the window pain. Jason welcomes the sound like an old friend. 

  After all the rain had been the first thing to greet him as he clawed his way out of the dirt. When his lungs were full of soil and he couldn't even scream, it had been the rain that came to welcome him. 

  Jason's eyes finally felt heavy danny's bone deep 

exhaustion becoming contagious, for the first time since he clawed his way out his grave His head is quiet. He goes to close Danny's abandoned book. A white flower adorns the page. 

  White Chrysanthemums

        These flowers are often left at graves as a sign of grief and lamentation……

  His eyes trail the first few lines and he shuts the book. A deep Sigh escaped his chest. With the rain, his new nephew and the newfound silence, for the first time he truly rests. 

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Clark hovered in front of Lois’s door unsure of how to break the current situation to Jon. He already called Lois the other night telling her to keep the boy home from school and he had been pretty bummed. He always looks forward to his classes with Damian now that they both went to Gotham Academy. But how does he explain this? Even he doesn't have all the details. Kon already shut down according to ma locking himself in his room, culled up under his covers. He doesn't want to freak out jon too, but he needs to make sure he doesn't go sneaking off. 

  Lois flings the door open eyeing Clark with a disappointment look, “ please don't tell me buces is 

Brooding is contagious. Is not a very fitting look for you boy scout.” 

  Clark lets out a strained chuckle. Things may have not worked out between them but she would always be a dear friend to Clark. “Bruce's boys said the same thing, “ he lets out as sighs some of the tension in his shoulder relaxing at the exhale. 

  “Do you wanna come in? Jon said you've been standing here for like 5 minutes.” a slight tinge of worry creeping into her voice. 

  “Yes that would be nice thank you,” Clark crosses through the doorway only to be slammed in to by Jon. He pulls him in to a big hug but he can hear the boy's heart quiver with worry. “Why hello there, it's good to see you too baby.” Clark chuckles as he rubs the boys hair playfully. 

  “Dad! Why can't we go to Gotham? I was supposed to have a sleepover this weekend with dami.And what about school?” Jon pulled back, pouting slightly. 

  “Well I have good news about that, but I umm…” Clark rubs at the back of his neck, “I also have some bad news, I think we should sit for this.” 

  Lois guided the two to her living room, Jon clinging to Clark's trousers with anxiety. As they walked around the well-loved sofa to take a seat. 

  “ What's going on Clark,” Lois finally breaks the silence that had fallen upon the room, her interviewing gaze forced upon Clark. He hated being on the receiving end of that glare, it's pointed and demanding despite its polite appearance. 

  “Well let's start with the bad news,” clack leaned forward lacing his hands together, “ we think we found another clone.” 

  Lois flinched, “ ok that's bad news but I don't see how that bars you from going to Gotham, shouldn't you be there to help handle it?” 

  “No because it's not just a clone,” he glances at his little boy knowing that if he kicked him out he would only listen in, “ we believe he was used to test and exploit Kryptonian weakness. He also has a different power build then me, Jon or conner.He.... was left abound in an alley, there was a lot of blood, and a note, but no body. We have no idea where he came from.” 

  “Why do you think he was being tested on? Did he say so?” 

  “He’s… shoot Lois… he’s covered in scars from head to toe, he thinks you play tag with guns,  and they…”

  “They what Clark?”

  “They vivisected him, and put a piece of that damn green rock inside of him. It’s in his bloodstream,when he bleeds it contains green flecks. We can’t even get him properly tested because he’s terrified.” Clark squeezed his hands together, his knuckles going white, “ and on top of all that they kept him a child, he didn’t get aged up like Conner did.”

  “How..how old is he?” A new voice called from the entryway to the kitchen. It was Kon, shock in his tear stained face and his fist shook at his sides. 

  “Oh my baby boy”, Clark called, stretching his arms out for Conner to join him. 

  Conner did not come closer.

  “How. old. is. he. dad.” 

  “Six at most, but he's small,so very small.” Clark gestures about Danny’s height. 

  Tears once again fall down Conner's cheeks he collapses forward into Clark’s arms. He lets him sit there and sob as he brings his hands up to hold him. 

  “But dad, you said there was good news?” Jon tugs at his shirt, his voice begging for a twinge of hope. 

  “Good news is, he bounded with Dick so he is in the care of the bats.” Lois made a sound of agreement, the gears in her head clearly turning. “ and he and Dick are coming to the farm this weekend, I'm sure if I ask Damian can come along.” 

  Jon gave Clark a weak smile clearly still worried but doing his best to look on the bright side. 

  “Does he have a name?” Lois asked,” leaning back in her chair, hand on her chin. 

  “Danny, his name is Danny.” 

  “Yhea well when we find the fuckers who did this to Danny… they're gonna have hell to pay.” Kon muttered in to his chest. 

  And for all Clarck was a Boy Scout, he couldn’t help but agree. 

  ————————————————————————

Tim sat at his desk in his office, his head in his hands. He can’t focus. He had even more blood to test when he got back to the cave, Duke swung by the crime scene to do some ground work. 

  His prognosis, little sign of struggle, little actual blood, the rain having rinsed most of it, and one way out. No other massive clues. Even his ghost vision had picked up very little, only being able to as far back as when dick found Danny. 

  If only they had known sooner, if only it never went this far. If only there were just a little bit faster. 

  But that was Tim’s life wasn’t it, it’s never enough. Something always slips through the cracks. 

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Dick was tense the whole time on the way to the library, the commissioners following behind him in his own car at least.  

  Dick wasn’t worried about Barbora. He knew that all of the bats could keep the story straight. His worries were with Danny himself. The boy had a habit of just blurting things out, thinking it was a totally normal thing to say. 

  Which dick knows isn’t necessarily Danny’s fault, but he’s gonna make keeping the cover story harder if he says things that contradict it. He just kinda prays that he’s asleep in hopes any words he might say can be written off as dream grumble. 

  When he makes his way up the library steps, Gordon joins him. Barbara is there to meet them at the door with a small smile. Dick looks around, scanning for any sign of Danny. none

  “Ah, babs where…” 

  “ don’t get your panties in a twist, mama hen. He's just asleep.” Babs siad , chuckling at his expense,  the commissioner gave the pair a soft smile.

  “Then where is he, I can go get him?” 

  “Don't worry jay is bringing him,” babs said with a slightly pointed look telling dick not to panic.  Which meant Danny was fine.

  “ Shhhhh,” his brother chimed in as he strolled over carrying Danny's bag as he carried his jacket draped over his chest. It takes dick seeing the mess of Dannys once combed hair for him to relax. 

  Jay stood in the doorway removing his jacket with his free hand after handing dick the kids bag. 

  It was only after the jacket was removed did the commissioner really understand what dick meant by small. The jacket that Jason had wrapped around the boy was a short cut, the kind that rested above the hips and it had been able to hide the child’s full form as he laid boneless in his arms. His features were sunken, and his skin was pale. If Gordon didn’t know any better, if he couldn’t see the boy taking shallow breaths. He might have mistaken him for dead. 

  He watched as the two men awkwardly figured out how to pass the child off without waking him. But when his head was lifted gently off Jason’s chest the boy sprung to life  jerking and swinging at the air. 

  “No no please no more stop!” The boy yelled in a panick.

  “Danny it ok it me buddy it me,” dick called keeping his voice low. Danny flung himself back forcing Jason to shift his weight to keep his grip.  Danny took a wide swing clocking Jason square in the nose. 

  “Star light it’s papa,” he siad holding his soft tone. Sliding his hand acros the boys back as he took the still flailing boy in to his arms. “Shh. Shh. Shh.” Dick repeated as he he placed the boys head in his chest. The child clinging to his shirt like if he let go he would surely sink into the darkest depths. 

  Danny relaxed, but still clung to dick. Light tears running down his cheeks. “I'm sorry.” the boy mumbled before finally drifting back off. The little energy he gained was lost in the out bust. It was only then the trio of adults realized that Jason’s nose was bleeding. 

  “Oh shoot ja-“ Jason stuck one of his hand out cutting off dick. 

  “I’m fine he didn't break it ,it’s just a nosebleed” Jason said cupping his face as the blood started to dip through his fingers. “ Barbra do you have like.. I don’t know tissues?”

  “Yes come on Jason,” the pair headed inside to tend to Jason's nose leaving dick and the commissioner on the steps to the library. 

  “ I’m approving you for some paternal leave.” Gordon said after the pair had left. 

  “Waite what… But what about- I already missed so much work this year. I can't.l” Dick fumbled on his words, he had to stay at work. He was so close to outing some of the cops involved in a smuggling ring he just needed more time. 

  “ Grayson, you're a great cop and one day you'll make an even better detective, but right now that is not what you need to be.” He places a hand on his shoulder, “We need more officers like you no doubt but, Gotham has plenty of heroes and right now Danny needs you to be his.” He looks dick in his eyes, his gaze soft at the edges, “do you think you can do that, not for me, not for you, do it for him.”  he pats Danny on the shoulder frowning at how he jerks away from the light touch. 

“Yeah I hope I can” dick swallows a growing lump in his throat. “ Yhea for him I think I can try.” Dick wasn't a hero, he would never call himself that but for this kid his kid, he would try .

Next chapter ,Chapter 9: Already to late, In which the computer finally gives some results back and it not what they where hoping for. Now having a clear view of Dannys DNA what conclusions will they draw and how will Danny fair being out side of Gothams influence. How will Kon handle having to finally intact with Danny. How will ma and pa react upon learning of Dannys supposed origins. All of this next time on "oh god these chapters are just gonna keep being longer."

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The Batfamilys ages don’t make sense.

Or me dissecting the timeline of when the bats first met and why their ages are fucked up!

This is a lot of math that I did mentally while washing the dishes, I apologize if some of it is inaccurate, but I did the best I could.

(And yes, well all know their ages are fucked up, but I realized they’re a lot more fucked up then anyone first notices)

-I am ONLY doing the main family btw-

SO-

The very first Batfamily members to meet were Bruce and Alfred, it was kinda straightforward, Bruce was a baby Alfred was around the same age as his parents at early to mid 20’s.

List of the ages so far:

(I will be doing this every time)

Alfred Pennyworth: 24 ish

Bruce Wayne: 8



The second was Bruce and Dick (obviously), but this is kinda a odd one, but it’s still straightforward, Bryce went to The Flying Grayson’s show, he saw his parents die, and Y’know he decided right then and there he was going to be a foster parent. Good for him. But Dick is mentioned to be about like from 8 to 9 here. It’s more implied that he’s 8, because it’s supposed to be a parallel thing, to Bruce, with both of his parents dying in front of him at 8- so that the age I’m going to use for the beginning of this.

Bruce was supposed to be Batman for about 2-3 years before he took in Dick, so that’s what I’m going by to assume his age. (DC admit this man is mid fourths to early fifty’s , stop saying he’s early 40’s- he’s clearly not.) So he dropped out of college pretty early on, so I’d say like 19? Then he went on his trip around the world for a year or so and ended up at the League of Assassins to where he stayed for like- 2 to 4 years before he came back to Gotham. So I’m going to use the median of 2 and 4 and get that it was 3 years. (Same with the years before he took dick in, rounding out to 2.5) therefore Bruce was about- 23.5 ish when he took in Dick. And if you do some subtraction he’s only 17 years older than Dick, which works in a basic timeline of there being a couple references to Bruce being a ‘teen dad’.

Ages so far:

Alfred Pennyworth: 39 ish

Bruce Wayne: 23.5 ish

Richard Grayson: 8

Say what you want, but Barbara is apart of the batfam- I know some people like to say she’s a bit like Huntress and isn’t- but to me she is. She is the original Batgirl, and is very much apart of the Batfamily to me.

So she’s older than Dick, I’m not sure how much older, but I’m her first appearance (when she wasn’t being shipped with Bruce) she was about 2 years older than him (?- I think I can’t find anything on google with any confirmation and I don’t have old comics on hand rn).

But her first appearance was when Robin (dick) was about 12-13, I’m just gonna put 12.5 for the sake of putting 12.5.

Meaning her first appearance was when she was about 14 ish. And was about- 6 years later.

Ages so far:

Alfred Pennyworth: 45 ish

Bruce Wayne: 29.5 ish

Richard Grayson: 12.5

Barbara Gordon: 14

The next is Bruce meeting Jason. To figure out the ages here we first need to figure out the amount of time between him meeting Dick and meeting Jason. So let’s talk about the age gap between Jason and Dick.

It’s believed that their age gap is from 5-8 years, so let’s just go to the middle and say it’s 6.5 years. Jason is supposed to be 12 when Bruce first meets him, when he trying to tirejack the Batmobile. So if we add 6.5 to 12, Dick is about 18, meaning it’s been around 10 or so years. Which actually lines up believe it or not. (The old writers could actually stick to a timeline unlike the newer ones.)

But I can’t find any older comics to figure out if Bruce took Jason in right then and there, or he saw him again about a year later and took him in then. So let’s just say Jason is 12.5 when Bruce takes him in.

Ages so Far:

Alfred Pennyworth: 49 ish

Bruce Wayne: 33 ish

Richard Grayson: 18

Barbara Gordon: 20 (This also would be post paralysis as she was 19 when it happened)

Jason Todd: 12.5

When Tim comes into the family is when it gets confusing. We’re not even starting with the first time he met the family, we’re starting back with Flying Grayson’s Show.

So, Dick as we’ve established is 8. Jason is about 6.5 years younger than him. Making Jason about 1.5 when the show happens, but a very often mentioned age gap in all of the batkids- is between Tim and Jason. As Tim was 13 when Jason died. Jason was 16. Tim was 16 when Jason came back. And Jason was 19.

It’s a three year gap, therefore, Tim couldn’t have attended that show. But I don’t think anyone did the math there, meaning that’s where the first timeline inconsistency starts to occur. But it’s okay, because in a few versions Dick was said to be about 11, meaning Jason would’ve been 4ish and Tim about a year old. Most babies don’t remember stuff that happens in this time, but it is possible, so I’ll just scratch it up to multiple different world and the writers forgetting.

But when Tim does finally meet the family he is 13, as it is right after Jason’s death when he is 16, he becomes Robin because Dick basically hands him the suit, when Tim tells him Batman needs a new Robin, and yeah.

So a three year gap. Timeline a bit messed up, but it can’t get that much worse, right? (Wrong.)

Ages so far:

Alfred Pennyworth: 52 ish

Bruce Wayne: 36ish

Richard Grayson: 21

Barbara Gordon: 23

Jason Todd (assumed dead): 16

Tim Drake: 13

So the next person is always a bit confusing, some think it’s Steph, others think it’s Cass, but Cass was batgirl first, however Steph was Spoiler first- They kinda started at about the same time- so I’ll just smush em in together.

So Cass is said to be older than Jason by only months. And they both come in at about a year of Tim being Robin, putting Cass at 17, which also doesn’t line up with the timeline, as Bruce says she is 16 (I can’t find the panel but it’s in one of he 2000’s runs I believe I can’t confirm exactly) but it’s close in age, so I’ll let it go.

Steph is said to be both the same age as Tim, but other times older, so I’m going to place her at 15 here. A year older than Tim since it’s only been a year since Tim started as Robin.

Ages so far:

Alfred Pennyworth: 53 ish

Bruce Wayne: 37 ish

Richard Grayson: 22

Barbara Gordon: 24

Jason Todd (assumed dead at 16): 17

Tim Drake: 14

Cassandra Cain: 17

Stephanie Brown: 15

So the next is Damian- obviously.

So Damian is 10 when he comes, it’s mentioned multiple times. Yay an easy to confirm age, we love it!

Jason also comes back.

However Tim is mentioned to be 16 here, so we can easily just get everyone’s ages from doing the math from their ages previously. Most people when calculating their ages skip Steph and Cass and say it’s a six year gap between him and Tim, which does line up, but without Steph an Cass there it still fucks with the timeline a bit.

Ages so far:

Alfred Pennyworth: 56 ish

Bruce Wayne: 40 ish

Richard Grayson: 25

Barbara Gordon: 27

Jason Todd (now alive again): 19

Tim Drake: 16

Cassandra Cain: 19

Stephanie Brown: 17

Damian Wayne: 10

Now we’re on Duke. Which is where it gets all fucked up.

So Google says Duke is four years older than Damian, and his first appearance is when Damian is 11 or 12iah, making Duke about 15 or 16, in his first appearance. But also in this time, DC stopped aging Tim all together, they supposedly aged Cass down, and Steph closer to Jason’s age. Which fucks the whole timeline up, but let’s not get into that.

We can just go from Damian’s age to get the rest, meaning it was a two or so year gap from Damian arriving to when Duke first started in the ‘I Am Robin’ movement and soon after became Signal

Ages so far:

Alfred Pennyworth: 58 ish

Bruce Wayne: 42 ish

Richard Grayson: 27

Barbara Gordon: 29

Jason Todd: 21

Tim Drake: 18

Cassandra Cain: 21

Stephanie Brown: 19

Damian Wayne: 12

Duke Thomas: 16

This is what their ages would’ve been if they didn’t continue to age Damian up and no one else, so here’s what ages they SHOULD be. (This is for you Tim.)

Since Damian is 14-15 in comics currently- everyone should be a bit older too- but DC refuses to age them up. (I’m going to use 15 just because, making it a THREE year difference.)

Ages they should be:

Alfred Pennyworth: 61 ish (I don’t care if he’s dead)

Bruce Wayne: 45 ish

Richard Grayson: 30

Barbara Gordon: 32

Jason Todd: 24

Tim Drake: 21

Cassandra Cain: 24

Stephanie Brown: 22

Damian Wayne: 15

Duke Thomas: 19

Someone needs to ask Duke how college is going, or ask Tim how it feels to drink. Maybe someone should ask Dick how a mid-life crisis feels, when you’re actually close to the mid-life age. (He’s had them before, but now he’s actually closer to the midlife age.) Have someone ask Bruce how it feels to be in his 40’s and still get called hot, to get called ‘beekeeper age’ by people- and still get voted hottest man of the year, yearly.

There’s so many untapped humor opportunities that come with their chronologically accurate ages. But DC is full of pussies.

#DCpleaseletTimage