#and damian sees jason as his akhi so he is ok by it

[rainbowdrop]

Yes! yes! yes! yes! pls, omg I just have been obsesses with fanfics of Tim and these ones are always so cute!!

Like if it's when Tim is Robin Jason it's like "B doesn't deserve you, you are now mine. And I will also force you to take care of yourself since you can't do it on your own"

I haven't read one where Jason adopts the two of them, but I also would think it could be pretty neat

I have an obsession with my third Robin having the worst life and then BOOM found family at his finest!

F@%& you.

*Makes adoption AU's where Jason adopts Tim.*

*Makes adoption AU's where Tim and Bernard adopt Damian.*

*Makes adoption AU's where Jason adopts Tim and Damian.*

*Makes adoption AU's where Jason adopts Joker Jr.*

I just think they're neat.

[sugardaddy-glucoseguardian]

DPXDC IDEA:

Ok so, angst. Dead on main, and demon SIBLINGS not twins. Soulmate AU where only you know the name of your soulmate and it is guarded jealously.

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Danyal is the 1st son of Bruce and Talia was deemed too much like his father, so they had Damian to replace him as the true heir, Danny became his guard.

Danny dies protecting Damian in an attack on the league, before he dies he tells Damian the name of his soul mate and asks him to give him his love if he ever finds him and tell him sorry he couldn't be there.

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Danyal gasps through the hole in his lung, blood pours out of him. But he did it. He did his job. Damian was safe. He killed all the intruders after him.

He drags his feet toward Damian room, he has to be sure he's ok, then he can rest. Alarm bells ring in the back of his head, soft and incessant. Danyal ignores them.

Pain pulses from the many punctures and slices on his body but he makes it. He pushes the door open.

"Ahki!" A small voice cries out, Damian only seven looks terrified. He rushes over and Danyal looses the fight with his body to keep upright. He collapses in the middle of the room with Damian supporting his head.

"Ahki?! Please we need to get you to the medics or or the Pit! You've lost so much blood." Small hands press on his wounds trying to staunch the bleeding.

Danyal suddenly realizes he's dying. The blood loss and what he now realizes is poison are extensive. He's not going to make it. Mother won't waste the Pit on a failure, but at least he'll die with Dami.

A though strikes him, one last selfish request, then he'll rest.

"Dami-" His voice breaks and he coughs up a bunch of blood. Damian mutters at him to - shut up you're fine, stop talking you're making it worse.

"Damian, please, I have a request." Distantly Danyal registers this is the first time he's seen Damian openly cry.

"A-anything Ahki, but you'll be Fine!" He sobs pressing harder on his chest. Danyal feels the edges of his vision fading.

"My soulmate-" Damians eyes go wide- " is named Jason Todd, if you meet him pass on my love? And tell him... I'm sorry I couldn't....... meet him. "Danyals struggles to focus on Damians face, he can't hear his sobs anymore, all he can see is Damians bright green eyes,

"ahibuk....akhi."

And Danyal knew no more.

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Years pass, damian goes to Bruce's. Damian realizes Todd is Danny's SM. He also realizes hes not going to want to talk to damian, so he lures Todd to the manor. He uses his skills to restrain Todd in the dining room. While everyone freaks out, he kisses Jason on the cheek. Everyone freezes.

Damian whispers " Danyal is sorry he could not be here to meet you, he sends his love through me, he died an honourable death."

Jason is stunned and Damian walks away.

Jason had never told anyone his soulmates name.

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AN: I had ideas to keep it as he died or that he becomes Danny phantom but this is all I have energy for rn.

[harpersdragons]

New Fic!

Theft in the Family...By Jason Todd

Talia tasks Jason with taking Damian to his father, and a few things change

Primary Tags: jason and damian met in the league, mainly fluff

I've written through half of chapter 4, i'm expecting 5-6 chapters

Chapter 1 under the cut:

word count: 1327

Jason’s life changed (for the third—fourth? Fifth? Fuck Jason’s lost count—time) the day Talia burst into his room in the league headquarters.

Jason snaps to attention, drawing the knife from under his pillow.

Talia may be like a mother to him, and he may love her little boy more than anything, but this is still the league. If you’re not hypervigilant, you’re dead. Threats are everywhere, even where you don’t expect them.

“The clown is dead.” She announces.

Jason relaxes, then tenses up again once the words register.

“You’re not kidding.”

“No. I have personally ensured it.”

“What…what about the plan?”

“It has been changed. You will still go to Gotham, but you must take Damian with you.”

“What.” He didn’t mind Damian coming with him, but taking him from Ra’s was declaring war on the league.

“I need you to deliver him to his father. It is not safe for him here.”

When Jason agrees, she hands over a letter.

“Give this to my Beloved. Come, you leave now.”

“I’m—I’m not packed.” He didn’t want to see Bruce, maybe he could keep Damian for himself?

As soon as the thought pops in his head, he dismisses it. He wouldn’t be able to give Damian a fulfilling life, he’s barely 17 for fuck’s sake. (He thinks, anyway, the whole being dead thing makes knowing his age difficult).

“You will find everything you need on the plane.”

They weave through the labyrinth of corridors, eventually reaching the plane Talia’s arranged.

Damian is already there, sitting primly in one of the chairs in the cargo hold.

Talia exchanges a tearful goodbye (on Damian’s side, Talia is as immovable as ever) with her 6 year old, and Jason readies for takeoff.

When they arrive in Gotham, Jason lands at a private airstrip just outside of Gotham. Bruce would probably find out about it, since he seems to know fuckin’ everything, but that’s really not Jason’s problem right now. Talia had provided a small car, so he packs Damian into the backseat and drove off towards Bristol.

“Alright, Princeling, the rules are different here. Your father has two other kids, and you need to get along with them. No killing, no maiming, no trying to assert yourself as the rightful heir.”

“But I am the rightful heir, am I not?”

It still shocked him how formal Damian was. No matter how many times he heard it, hearing a six year old talk like he’s an old monarch or some shit is something you never get used to.

“It doesn’t work like that here. Bruce…Bruce loves his children equally,” Jason may not believe it—the Old Man has favorites, and you can never convince him otherwise—but Damian needs to. Bruce needs to accept Damian, and that won’t happen if the kid is trying to kill his siblings. “No killing and no maiming are the main rules, but make sure you listen to whatever Bruce and Alfred say, alrigh’?”

“Ok, Akhi.” Damian’s voice is sleepy, and Jason can practically hear him drifting off.

He smiles softly, having Damian around helped tremendously with getting the Pit Rage under control, and he’s sure that’s what Talia’s plan was. The rage is useful for some things, but if she wanted to get Damian out of Nanda Parbat for his safety, she had to make sure he wouldn’t be overcome with pit rage and kill the kid.

The drive passes pretty quickly, though he does catch a few glimpses of Bats on rooftops on his way to the manor. He makes sure they haven’t followed him, and then parks in the woods about a mile from the manor.

“C’mon, Habibi.” He grabs Damian out of the backseat and settles him on his hip.

“I can walk, I am not a child!” His voice is still sleepy, but the exclamation is still there.

Jason couldn’t help but snort.

“Actually, by definition, you are a child. I’m not making you walk a mile, I can carry you.”

“I can walk, Todd!”

“Quiet, Habibi. You’re not walking.”

“Tt.” Damian huffs but settles down.

The walk passes quickly, if you ignore Damian’s annoyed grumbling, and then they’re standing before the gates of the manor.

Well, kind of.

They’re standing off to the side and in one of the camera blind spots.

Jason takes a second to analyze the fence line, and finds a shorter tree they could climb and hop over.

Hopefully Bruce didn’t drastically change the security measures on the grounds.

He carries Damian over to the tree and prompts him to grab the lowest branch. Once he is safely sitting in the tree, Jason climbs up after him.

”Can you jump over the fence and land safely?”

Damian tosses a scathing glare (well…as scathing as a six year old can be) at Jason and prepares to jump.

”That wasn’t an answer, and I really need one. The ‘safely’ was the most important part of that.”

”Tt.” Damian throws himself off the branch, flipping in the air and lands softly on the ground.

”You’re gonna get along so great with Golden Boy…” Jason mutters before following. He doesn’t flip, but he does manage to land almost as softly as Damian. He eyes the yard for a few seconds, trying to spot the security triggers.

He scoops Damian up again and picks his way across the yard, heading for the Manor.

He stops a little ways away, within view of the driveway and front door. “Ok, I’ll stay here until you’re inside.”

Damian furrows his brow and turns his inquisitive gaze on Jason. “You are not coming with me?”

”This isn’t my home anymore, Princeling.” He smiles sadly, “Your father won’t want me around, this is somewhere you have to go alone.”

”I do not want to live there without you! Why can’t I stay with you?”

”You need to stay with your father. He can keep you safe.” Jason crouches to be eye level with him, and runs a hand through Damian’s soft hair. “I will always come if you call, Habibi. I promise you.” He tugs two letters out of his jacket, one for Bruce and one for Alfred.

He wrote the one for Alfred specifically. Damian needs to know how to contact Jason, and therefore someone in the family will too.

“Give these to Alfred Pennyworth when he opens the door.” He hands them to Damian, “Go on now.”

”No! You can’t leave me.”

”Damian.”

”Why do you have to leave me?” Damian’s eyes started watering.

”I don’t belong here, ok? I can’t stay.”

Damian huffs and glares at him, tears still leaking out of his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but you need to go.” Jason pulls him in for a quick hug. “I love you, Habibi. If you need me, tell Alfred, alrigh’? He’ll be able to contact me.”

Damian doesn’t respond, just buries his face in Jason’s chest, in an uncharacteristic show of affection.

Eventually, Damian pulls away and wipes his eyes. “I do not want you to go, Akhi.”

If Jason stays any longer he just might stay, damn Damian’s convincing.

“I can’t, Dami. Bruce doesn’t want me!”

”How do you know?”

I’m not your father. I don’t have to deal with your teenage rebellion.

I’m not your father

I’m not your father

”Because he fuckin’ told me so, kid.”

”Tt.”

”Dami…” Jason sighs, “I’ll visit, how ‘bout that? I’m sure we can figure it out.”

”That is acceptable, I suppose,” Damian’s tone is sullen, and he refuses to meet Jason’s eyes.

”Good. Now go on, the bats will probably be back from patrol soon.”

Damian darts in for another quick hug, then makes his way towards the door.

Jason watches as he knocks, then a few seconds later Alfred opens the door. Damian hands over the letters and is ushered inside.

Time for Jason to head out, then.

“Bye, Habibi.” He murmurs, then leaves the way he came.

[harpersdragons]

Theft in the Family...By Jason Todd Chapter 4

finally finished chapter 5, so I can post this one! sorry it's shorter than usual, the next one makes up for it though.

Chapter count has gone up, so we're looking at around 7 chapters now.

Damian had passed out against Jason’s chest shortly after Jason finished cleaning up, so he turned on a movie, relishing being able to hold Damian. It’s a testament to how much the kid missed him that he’s letting it happen.

When the movie is over, he debates waking the kid up—they really need to change safehouses before it gets too dark—but ultimately decides not to. A sleeping Damian is a rare sight. He carefully shifts so Damian is on the couch, and puts his gear back on.

Once he’s ready, he grabs Damian and heads out the window, making sure to reset his traps.

Damian wakes up not long after they leave, looking around as Jason lands on a nearby roof.

“Incoming Bat.” Damian states sleepily, words slurring slightly, and rests his head on Jason’s shoulder again.

“Which one and where?”

“Robin, approximately 20 feet behind you.”

Jason does not startle, ok?

He just spins around really quickly, that’s all.

Sure enough, Tim Drake is perched on the gargoyle behind them. “Give me the kid, Phoenix.”

Damian tightens his grip almost imperceptibly, and Jason rubs his hand over his back.

“No. How do you know he isn’t my kid?” He adjusts both Damian and his cape so the kid is wrapped in it.

“He matches the description of a missing child from Bristol.”

“Well it is Gotham, kids go missing all the time.”

“Give me the kid, Phoenix.” Robin jumps off the gargoyle.

“Incoming, Akhi.” Damian murmurs in his ear. Jason can see the confusion playing across Tim’s face,

Nightwing lands lightly, much closer than Robin. “Hand over the kid.”

“Nope, finders keepers!” Jason backs up a step, eyeing the distance between him and the edge of the roof, and readying his grapple. He lowers his voice to say to Damian, “Ready to fly, Habibi?”

“That is not how it works with kids! You kidnapped a child, give him back.”

“That’s how it seems to work for Batman, does it not? Besides, is it really kidnapping if the kid asked me to take him?” Jason watches as the implication of his words hits them, and steps off the roof. Damian grips his neck tighter.

Jason enjoys his free fall for a bit longer, then fires his grapple at a nearby roof. He barely pauses before aiming at his next location, he knows the bats are right behind him.

He leads them in circles for a while, at one point letting Dick get close enough he can snag and deactivate one of the spare trackers.

It takes a while to lose the bats, but eventually he does. He heads off towards one of Bruce’s safehouses (Jason hasn’t had time to set up more of his own, ok? …no other reason).

Before he gets there, he triple checks the tracker is deactivated, and just to be sure stashes it in a different location.

He makes sure to overwrite the security when he gets to the safehouse, ensuring Bruce won’t be alerted. Damian is asleep by the time he’s done, and Jason sets him on the couch once he gets inside.

Jason gets his gear off and stashed around the utilitarian safehouse in record time, and puts Damian to bed and takes the couch for himself.

They just have to remain undiscovered for a few more days, then Jason can return Damian and possibly steal him for a couple days every so often.

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Dick can barely see Damian when he lands on the roof, the kid is tucked securely under Phoenix's cape.

He’s calmer than Dick had ever seen him, arms wrapped around Phoenix’s neck and head resting on his shoulder.

Phoenix steps towards the edge, and then off, and his parting words ring in Dick’s head.

Is it really kidnapping, if the kid asked me to take him?

Damian asked Phoenix to kidnap him?

Why?

They haven’t been bad to the kid, hell, Dick was pretty sure they were leagues (heh) better than the League.

Why would Damian want to leave?

“Nightwing.” Tim breaks him out of his stupor. “I know what he said, but we have to go if we want to have even a chance at catching him.”

Dick nods, and together they jump off the roof, flying through Gotham after Phoenix and their little brother.

The crime lord leads them in circles, always ahead of them.

WIth the exception of one time, in which Phoenix was close enough to catch, but Dick had gotten distracted and the vigilante darted away before he could.

Phoenix continued the game, because it truly seemed like this was a game to him, for a while. They were chasing him for nearly an hour and a half, before Phoenix lost them.

Dick landed heavily on a rooftop, staring in the last direction he saw Phoenix go.

Tim lands behind him, and Dick kicks the ledge of the roof in frustration.

“N, we’ll get him back.”

“Will we? You heard what Phoenix said. Damian asked to be taken.”

“He might have, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that Damian is six. He’s in danger, and he doesn’t realize it!”

Tim is right, of course he’s right.

But something feels off.

Damian is a smart kid, raised by assassins. He knows danger.

He knows how to protect himself, even against assailants three times his size.

But there was something else.

Something in the way Damian was acting.

“Do you think Damian was drugged?” He surprises himself when he voices the question aloud. “He was …sluggish. Overly tired, slurring his words.”

“He’s also six, and it’s nearly midnight. Besides, according to B he had some sort of head wound in the alley.”

“So he likely has a concussion and he’s currently being towed around the city to god knows where with a crime lord known for cutting heads off. Great.”

“We’ll get him back, ‘Wing.” Tim, at least, sounds sure of his answer.

Dick wishes he could say the same for himself.