#and jason mute the whole time

[nosyrobin]

I got a request for mute twin reader imagine them getting mad at someone in the family and cuz barely anyone is fluent in sign language (except for damian) they just sign the whole time they are mad to make them not understand and damian of course joins their little plan by only talking to the twin in arabic

“Angry Silence”

Batfamily x Mute! Twin reader

Summary: getting angry at a certain first Robin, you started to sign angrily and fast. Losing dick Grayson quickly as he tried to figure out what you are saying. Damian contributes to your anger.

Keys:Green=arabic Italics=signing

“I hate you! I can’t believe you played my favorite tv show without me you dick head!” The twin of Damian Al Ghul-Wayne, you, signed angrily and quickly in the fast of the first ever Robin. Dick Grayson. Dick had played your favorite tv show you wanted to watch later when you came back from school with your beloved twin. The most reason to be angry was that it was live, keyword. Live. So it passed when you came home when dick could’ve saved it to play again.

Dick looked confused and worry as your face was red, angry is what he sensed. But he couldn’t tell what you were saying. Looking over to Damian for help. Damian scoffed, understanding his twin’s anger.

“How evil of you Grayson.” He says in Arabic. You nodded quickly. Now dick was even more confused, frowning as Bruce and the other boys came in.

“Ooooh, I see dickie bird got the double troubles on him.” Jason says with a smug grin.

“Jason shush!” Dick says, looking away from the two ten year olds glaring at him.

“He’s idiotic, isn’t he sibling?” Damian says turning his head at you. Crossing his arms as well.

“Very.” You signed at him

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS SAYING?!” Dick says, he was going to lose his head if he didn’t know what his siblings were talking about.

Only for the twins to look at each other, smirk and walk off laughing. A time laugh, calculated. Dick felt his ego drop, he wanted to know too!

Chasing after the twins he yelled out for mercy.

“PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING, JUST LET ME IN YOUR SECRET.”

[caleism-1]

Ok. Here me out.

I need an au where no one has heard them talk before until now. Like, people probably assumed they were mute because of this and were shocked when they randomly say something while… I don’t know.. The fam was having an argument or can’t decide on something. They don’t even say a lot too-

(Kinda like this)

“He can talk!?”

Tcf ver

After his hyungs died krs spoke less and less until he just didn’t. He still lead great though (signals, arm movements, power points kinda, notes, actions, etc). It’s just, by the time the switch happened, it didn’t seem weird for him to not speak.

Speaking of which (pun kinda not intended).

After Jour’s funeral, Cale had also started speaking less. BUT DON’T THINK THATS GONNA STOP HIM!! He has a pretty mean glare-

By the time he was around 11 - 12 he stopped (a slow process like Roksu).

You know that noble meeting that explained why he had a black set? I can just imagine him darkly smirking.

Anyways-

The first time someone would here him speak would probably be the touching moment Choi han and Cale had to boost morale (hug <3)

(But before that, Cale would probably whisper in someone’s ear and they would probably think that person is crazy if they try to tell someone else. lol. This doesn’t have to happen)

DP x DC ver

Everyone was there. The whole fam was there. A pretty big argument was happening. Probably Batman and Jason.

Danny walks in drinking a smoothie, says something, and walks out.

And everyone was like “???!!”

Because Danny-

Has been there for at least 11 months almost a year.

Danny who has never spoken all this time just-

Huh???

[lovelylonelymoonlight]

Any dc writer with balls should have Bruce go through a whole ass mental breakdown when Jason dies

I don’t mean just yelling no at the sky and then punching people in the face- I mean going catatonic for hours at a time, refusing to eat or sleep, he goes mute again like he did as a child, he maybe even makes an attempt on his life, and yeah he’s also punching people but he’s Lettjnf them Hit him Hurt him because Alfred took away anything he could use to hurt himself with at home

It drives Dick away not because he doesn’t care but because he Can Not Do this. He’s also grieving and his dad looks through him like he’s not there. He doesn’t talk or even look at him most of the time and so he can’t be home he physically cannot fucking be home

And then Tim comes along. And Tim will talk to Bruce even if he’s not listening, even if he’s not there because he’s used to talking to himself. And he’s said robin died but he’s not in grief like Bruce is- he follows him out on patrol where if Bruce gets hurt or refuses to talk Tim could get hurt a Child could get hurt. Bruce is forced to eat and sleep and take care of himself because Tim is there and Tim needs him, or at least he pretends to and that’s what matters

[sanguineterrain]

could I request a fic with insomniac!reader and tim? i love your writing im excited to see how you make his character your own! <3

thanks for the request! first time writing tim... kinda nervous like I'm on a first date 🫣 hope you like! this one isn't as mushy gushy as my usual fics (jason) so yeah. also my knowledge of yj is purely through fic 🤙

tim drake x gn!reader. tw insomnia, tim being so awkward but maybe... there are feelings... who can say. tim's character is so interesting to me (probably because I identify with him the most lmao).

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It's really, really nice of the team to let you stay over tonight. Like, really nice.

You haven't even done much. You're pretty much a nobody in the superhero world, not even a D-list hero. Certainly not anybody that should be hanging out with the likes of Wonder Girl and Superboy and, God, Tim freakin' Drake.

Kon was just overly generous in his cool, brash way, herding you into a spare room after last night's battle. After tonight, you'll politely break away from the team to give them some reprieve. It didn't escape your notice that they didn't hang out last night like they usually do.

You've been awake for an hour now, listening for sounds of life in the corridor. If you were home, you'd already be on the couch watching crappy TV. But you really don't want to run into anyone here.

Maybe you have some chamomile tea leftover from the last time you stayed over. You hadn't stayed the whole night, slipping away without interference as most of the team had gone to their own homes.

You get up, stretching and popping joints. It's always a little cold in the Tower, and it wakes you up as you walk to the kitchen first. You're as quiet as you can be in heating the water and finding the tea.

You take your mug and head to the den. As you enter, you freeze.

Tim turns his head from his place on the couch. The blue light from the TV makes him paler, and his eyes bluer. Sometimes, he looks so much like Bruce Wayne, it startles you.

"Oh," you say, unsure what else to say. Your brain is tired and fried. "I... was just looking for my watch."

That's definitely your dumbest lie. You don't have a watch. Tim sure as fuck knows that.

His eyes flick to your wrist, as if reminding you both how stupid your lie is, then to your mug. He mutes the TV.

You stay where you are. Tim stands, obviously shouldering his own bout of insomnia.

"It's... you can come in," he says, just as awkward as you.

That's comforting. Tim's usually so suave, the few times you've interacted. He's all Gotham Heights, his upbringing never quite sloughing off no matter how many times he's probably tried to blend in and not be so... private school.

"I was just going to bed," he says quickly.

"No, you weren't," you say. You don't mean for it to come out so shrewd. Tim looks a little startled.

"I mean, you don't need to go," you add. "I'll take this to my room. It's fine. Sorry."

"No, I've been here too long anyway. I should work on my case."

Here's the thing. It's not that Tim avoids you because in order to do that, you'd have to see him more than three times a year.

But there's a distance. You've tried not to take it personally, tried to chalk it up to the fact that you're introverted and Kon and Bart are Kon and Bart, and Cassie's too straightforward to beat around the bush, and you've somehow won her over, which is nice.

And Tim is just... cautious. Paranoid.

Those are understatements, and you can't imagine the psychological damage caused by being raised by Batman, but, well, you've seen the previous and current Robins, so you can hazard a guess.

Anyway, Tim kind of acts like an unsocialized cat with you. You once mentioned it to Kon, in nicer words, but he dismissed you, saying, "Whaddya mean? Rob likes you!" Which had assuaged nothing, but whatever.

"I won't be here long," you say, as a last-ditch effort to not make it feel like you're kicking Tim out of his own space. "I just, uh, couldn't sleep."

He watches you in that freaky Bat way, like he's trying to determine if you're a threat or not. Jesus.

"It's hard for me to sleep after a battle," you add, trying to show your belly. That's how it feels, being around Tim Drake. Like you always need to be vulnerable first. Like you're in a battle of wills you didn't know you entered.

He doesn't sit down, but he does say, "Me too."

You nod and drink your cooling tea. "There's more tea in the kitchen if you want. Chamomile."

"I'm... good. Thanks."

You edge over to the armchair diagonal to the couch and sit.

"You can work in here," you say. "Unless, uh, it's too distracting. I'll keep the TV muted."

His laptop is on the other side of the couch. Tim is still, only his eyes moving from you to the laptop.

"I don't wanna push you out," you say.

"It's really fine," he replies immediately.

It's so not fine. This isn't boding well for your insomnia. You're definitely going to be agonizing over this interaction all week.

"I won't bother you," you say.

"I didn't say you would."

Then what's the problem?

Slowly, Tim returns to the couch. You look away, so it doesn't seem like you're watching his every move (you are), nor is Tim clocking your every move (he is).

He settles on the couch and opens his laptop. You drink and try to figure out what's playing on TV. It looks to be a rerun of Columbo. You smile.

"You like Columbo?"

Tim looks spooked that you're still talking to him, but he answers. "Yeah."

"Me too."

You watch Columbo silently look for clues. Tim types, fingers flying over the keyboard. Then his fingers pause.

"I used to watch it with Dick," he says. "When I first became Robin."

You nod, giving him your full attention. "Yeah? He seems like the type."

"He does a pretty good impression of him. He likes detective shows."

"You don't?" you ask.

Tim shrugs. "They're fine. I guess I just hate how predictable they can be."

"Of course the boy genius would say that," you say, smirking.

Instantly, Tim's face turns to stone. He hums, looking back at his laptop. You blink. What happened?

"Sorry. That was a joke," you say.

"I know," Tim says, any trace of warmth gone.

You're startled by the shift. "I don't—I wasn't making fun of you. I mean, you are smart. Really smart."

Tim carefully looks at you. "...Thanks."

You nod clumsily. You should've just stayed in bed.

It's quiet for a long time. You're trying to muster up the confidence to escape to your room when Tim speaks again.

"People have said stuff like that to be facetious. I... reacted without reading your tone."

It's not an apology, but it's probably the closest thing you'll get.

"It's okay," you say.

Tim nods. His shoulders aren't so tense, though his posture is atrocious when he's off-duty.

He gets up and gives you the remote. You take it, smile small. Tim retreats.

"You can unmute it if you want. I don't mind."

So you do, and you and Tim spend the next hour half-watching Columbo and half-watching each other. Eventually, your tea finishes, and the episode ends, so you get up.

"I think I'll try and sleep," you say.

Tim nods. "Good luck."

You hum. "Thanks. Good luck with the case."

"Yeah. Thanks."

You wash the mug and leave it on the dish rack. Then you escape back to your room. You really do feel like you could sleep again. Maybe Columbo reruns are the magic ingredient to a good night's sleep.

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Overachiever

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Time Written-12:01 a.m.

Jason Todd/fem!reader smut (gave up looking for an image for this guy so yea)

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Faint blotches of muted blues and crooked gray shadows shroud your closed eyes, your heartbeat drumming in your head. Loud, thick gurgles ring in your ears, forcing all thoughts from your head.

Short, guttural grunts erupted above you. The sting along your scalp from a fistful of hair being clutched helped control your involuntary speed, coming to a sudden halt.

“I said,” his voice breaches through your muddled mind. “Keep those eyes open.”

On demand, you do so. Your watery eyes opening to a blurred vision of him; a rugged, sweat dampened mess, still clad in his leather uniform.

His hand eases off the back of your neck, allowing you to pull yourself off his fat, curved cock with a loud, lung expanding gasp. You cough after short chokes, a mix of spit and thick precum dribbling down your chin, seeping in between the valley of your breasts through your own suit.

“Look at you,” Jason huffs, guiding his heavy cock again to press against your glistening lips, feeling a sparkling pride over your ruined makeup.

“Pretty little whore. Y’see that?” He questions, guiding your head with his free hand to gaze down at him in question, focusing on the faint ring of bright red lipstick marking a good three quarters along the length.

“You’re getting better at this, Princess,” he breathlessly chuckles, tapping your outer cheek with his drenched dick.

“Bet your throat hurts, huh? Be honest.” His question has you nodding without much thought, feeling the muscles in your neck tingling after getting bullied and bruised by an eagerly horny vigilante.

“Tsk tsk. New hole’s just getting used to me, sweetheart,” Jason cooes with highly detectable mockery before leaning down, grasping your chin with two fingers to have you look at him, taking in his crinkled, amused expression.

“All that big talk when you’re stealing shit, now you got nothing to say.” After a condescending chuckle, Jason traps you in a hot, tongue heavy kiss, feeling himself throbbing at the sounds of your measly little whimpers.

“Aww, What’s the matter? Too fucked out already?” He whispers in between short pecks, swiping off a hint of spit along your chin before bringing it towards his lips, sucking the digit clean.

“Maybe it’s a little too much for ya,” Jason insists in a second guess attempt, fighting back a smirk from your growing eyes loaded up with denial. “Bit too big for you to take—“

“N-no!” You insist, your once balled up fists reaching up to grasp along his wrists. “I can do it, I know I can. Please, Jay.”

“Easy, easy. Fun’s barely starting, babygirl.” Jason displays his full smile, sharp teeth making an appearance with his chuckle.

Alongside pride, he was still giddy that he got you to agree to this.

“I know you wanna make me happy. Know you wanna earn your little reward.”

A hot, gushy load down your throat became your solid priority in an instant. Jason had that ability to suddenly render you absolutely starving in seconds, manipulating you into wanting what hadn’t come to mind before.

Your answer was a solid nod, eyes glowing in anticipation to further please him. His heavy palm clasps your throat in a snug hold, holding your head in place. His voice is low, quiet and lustful, but you hear him loud and clear.

“Tell you what,” Jason proposes with a quirk in his brow. “You take all of me; every last inch, an’ I’ll give you what you want.”

Eagerness leaves you automatically agreeing; pretty, kiss swollen lips with a pretty pink tongue eager to lap at the fat bead that threatened to drip off his length.

“That what you want, pretty girl?” He questions. “Want to make me happy? Wan’ me to make you come?”

You feel your whole body heating up from the fire that's burning deep inside you; your pussy painfully untouched and drenched. Jason promised he’d give you what you wanted if you played along in being a pretend thief, the motivation keeping you barely stable as it is.

It was like your brain was hard-wired to urge him towards his release. Or, maybe the mix of arousal and oxygen deprivation swirling around in your head was making you more submissive to set your own desires aside for him.

Eagerly nodding was your only form of answer, but Jason would gladly take it.

“Prove it then,” His hands leave your neck and head, settling them back along his sides. “Show me.”

Adjusting your sore knees against crooked gravel, you greedily lap up the fat, clear bead of precum that called your name, the saltiness drowning your tastebuds.

He lets out a short groan, brows furrowing slightly as he watches a bit of himself disappear between your lipstick smeared lips. His hum rumbles low in his chest as you bob your head back and forth at a steady pace, swirling along him with your tongue.

He's quickly drunk off of your persistent eagerness to please him, peering up at him through wet lashes. You were more focused on his reactions, watching his head slightly raise, threatening to tilt back if he wasn’t so stubborn to watch every second of it.

You looked a gorgeous sight already as you changed direction, pressing your glistening lips along the underside of his heavy cock, feeling the majority of his heavy dick rest along your face, settling against the corner of your cheek, nestled beside the small grove of your nostril.

A perfect picture to capture the memory, if it occurred to him to pull out his phone. His obedient, needy girl eager to please whenever he needed you.

He's panting harder now, shoulders rising quicker with his slightly labored breathing.

“Ready?” He had the decency to ask, waiting for your muffled hum in response before grasping hold of himself.

“Open.”

You obey, sticking out your pretty tongue.

“Eyes on me,” he taps the fat head along the muscle at least three times, too impatient to warn you of what happens if they close.

His hips lurch forward, sliding himself deep in your throat with a relieved groan. He fills your mouth up easily, his tip pushing past something hard in your throat until he's blocking your airways. You try to settle your reflex, nearly choking on him at the start.

Your soaking wet lips slowly passed where you last reached, your nose brushing against thick curls at his base, taking in his musk while choking on cock, hooking your fingers over the tight harnesses securing his meaty thighs.

You furrow your brows, trying your best to keep your throat from rejecting him, but you're not able to hold him there for long before you choke.

The vibrations left him shivering, watching spit bubble from the corners of your mouth, dripping slowly down your chin and neck, disappearing down your constricting suit zipper.

“That’s it,” he grunts, his head tilting back in pure, raw pleasure, feeling his balls tighten with every constrict of your throat as he fucks your face.

Maybe it was his fault, getting off on your vile, arousing gags, your sickly gray tears rolling down your ruined face. The ultimate ego boost, nothing could ever top this.

You could've cared less of the mess you became, focused on him and his pleasure alone. His deep, aggressively hot tone serenaded through your brain like melted dark chocolate, leaving you addicted for more.

A rich, heavy moan left his mouth, vibrating through his chest as his head tilts back, Adam’s apple bobbing with thin beads of sweat as the nightly breeze bats against his shivering skin.

The sight of those gorgeously shiny lips clenching along the base of his drenched dick left him teetering on the very edge, your eyes watering from the sheer size of him being a bit too much for you to take.

Jason raised you higher up on his cock, nearly forcing your buckling knees off the ground.

The sounds that came from your pretty little mouth as you reached your limit, forcing you to take more than you were used to were vile and filthy, but he loved every second of it. A private symphony just for him alone.

“Nice and messy, babygirl,” Jason rasps out, glancing down at your flushed face with heavy lidded eyes.

“Gonna clean up that messy little pussy,” he murmured through heavy panting, reinforcing his interlocked fingers behind your head. “Then fuck those wet tits next.”

[lovepeachh]

Can you write something about Jason talking really dirty?

Hi lovely anon, sorry for the delay. I hope this is ok I did my best. Here you go.

Warnings: 18+ content, penetrative sex (p in v), overstimulation, dumbification, dirty talk, swearing

Dividers from here.

"Take it, sweetheart." Jason orders as you whine underneath his large frame.

The world around is unfocused, muted, and the only thing you can think of is him and the white hot pleasure searing through your veins.

You have no idea how long this has gone on for. All concept of time has faded and all that exists is him.

The man who is currently pounding you into the mattress.

"Look at you, baby," he coos, slamming into at an inhuman pace. "All pretty and stupid for me."

You babble out an incoherent whimper as he pinches your clit, just to make you squirm.

"Look at this greedy fucking pussy, I could probably fit my whole hand in there and you'd just take it."

He pushes down on your stomach, and you let out a pathetic noise.

"Can feel how fucking deep I am in you, princess. Fuck. You like that? You like me buried so deep in you that you can't even think?"

You nod desperately as he rubs your clit, tracing his name, you realize.

You whine and writhe as yet another orgasm washes over you, with his name on your lips like a prayer.

You tremble and pant. And he has that same fucking smirk on his face that tells you you're not done until he says so. "Jason-"

"Oh, you can still speak. Guess we'll just have to fix that."

[chosokamosbf]

⋆L⋆I⋆G⋆H⋆T⋆H⋆E⋆A⋆D⋆E⋆D⋆

☆ 18+ only/no minors. | jason todd x male! reader.

SUMMARY: a nsft fic where jason puts his boyfriend into a chokehold. WARNINGs: 18+, established relationship, choking, m! sub! reader, dom! jason, (reader receiving) light degradation, overstimulation. WORD COUNT 700+ NOTEs: second person & no plot. insert/reader is a woozy in this one sooo they act a bit "silly." ["Stupid/pretty boy," and no pronouns used to refer to the insert/reader.]

Your pants are caught around your knees; everything else is pushed aside to the barest amount so the desperation leaking in between an otherwise gentle make-out wouldn't have been left unattended. His boxers are ruined—stripped right to his thighs after a near hour or so of caged between them and the man sitting on his lap.

His head was resting in the crook of your neck the whole time, so every hitch in it was caught straight away whenever you had to adjust your sitting.

Whatever movie was playing ended long ago, and now some senseless drama is playing on mute.

You don't know how long you've been doing this.

He hasn't let you move much to even see the clock sitting by on the nightstand. Your only sense of passing time other than the building ache is how the sun is now descending over the city and, in turn, your two's little slice of paradise of a mediocre apartment. It cascades on one side of the room in a dark orange glow after hours of singing in a brighter tone through a small opening in the curtains.

It's all fun and games with someone with a trunk load of stamina until your endless pleas have gotten your eyes rolled back to the very edge, a hazy mind overwhelmed with every single sensation. It's almost painful, even.

Your stomach convulses as you come over and over on his cock while you're stuck being pulled back on it by the hip. His breaths are coming out in heated pants as he bottoms out in you again, pressed against your back like he's using you for support.

Words almost don't process through the fog. "You like this, huh? Fuckin' nasty." 

"Yeaa—yeah. Love it so much—love you. It feels so... so good."

Jason doesn't want to hold it in, so he doesn't—and so a snort carries through before he's mimicking how your voice slurs. He barely gets through his sentence before laughter bubbles up, and his chest is softly trembling against your back from the restraint.

"Awh, you looove me? Stupid boy's drunk on some dick."

An arm braces itself right next to yours, and then a hand toys and intertwines the tips of both your fingers.

The other hand wraps around your jaw to turn your face to the side, and he doesn't bother containing the smile that comes with watching the way you have to crane your head to meet his gaze. The few tears streaming down your face catch what little light is still in the room.

He presses a kiss against your own lips, and it ends right after so he can dry your face with his sleeve. That arm wraps around your neck to keep you against him—make you feel how fast the pace of his heart is through the fabric.

The thrusts of his hips into yours stutter, and he uses those few moments of peace to round his arm further off, bit by bit, so his hand can squeeze nicely around you. His teeth catch on his bottom lip, almost slipping through an old cut on it as he tries to muffle some groans.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder as most thoughts fade into the background with the fleeting air.

Jason presses down on the evident bulge in your lower stomach where his cock shows through, and he rubs it gently, knowing how overstimulated you have to be by now. Your body retracts back into his, moving away from the assaulting hand, and he just laughs despite his sore throat.

And he tries to make sure you share the feeling by tightening the grip around your throat.

Slowly, he settles you on your stomach.

He keeps your bottom half propped up by the knees, your legs pressed together so he can push in deep still. The arm holding the two of you up only seconds ago traces your back to rub rough calluses at the tense muscles building up around the top. He keeps your face from getting buried in the sheets and listens close to every sound that comes from the drooling mouth.

"C'mon." His voice trails out into a rough drawl, making sure you take every inch. "Be a good boy and cum f'me again, okay?"

[aalghul]

I actually think a lot about Kyle meeting and hearing about all of Jason’s family out of context and just completely misinterpreting the situation for ages.

Like the first few times he meets Dick he’s just hanging around Jason’s house being relatively normal so he doesn’t think much of him until Rose (an assassin) mentions Dick trained her (presumably to be an assassin) via orders from her dad (another assassin) and goes oh fuck Jason’s brother is an assassin.

Then it just spirals from there with everything he hears. Jason mentions his parents met in Nanda Parbat and he lives in hope that thats a fancy yoga retreat for a week before he caves and asks someone in the league. He meets Jason’s mute ninja sister and just gets a brief “Cassie wasn’t exposed to the concept of language until she was a teenager so that she’d be a better fighter so she prefers to sign but don’t worry I can interpret!” and Kyle doesn’t even know where to start on that one but yikes! Connor’s catching him up on his adventure at the death tournament he and Rose went to with Jason’s younger brother where (plot twist) turns out the whole thing was a set up by their crazy undead great grandma to summon a demon and Kyle’s trying not to hyperventilate.

Basically Kyle goes ages thinking Jason is the most heroic member of his murdery family instead of the most murdery member of his heroic family. He’s so fully accepted that his in-laws are going to be assassins that when the identity reveals finally happens it’s weird for whole new reasons.

this is so funny because it implies that kyle hasn't connected the dots between jason todd (dead son of bruce wayne, who kyle knows is batman) and jason todd (gotham vigilante, known for being at odds with batman). and kyle's never looked that deep into bruce's life + he lived on the other side of the country when jason died and the media was loud so why not

cass wouldn't be mute at that point in her timeline (if this happens at any point after jason's returned. we're long past that now) + signing isn't her main form of communication, but the backstory's still going to have the same effect lol

[bigfan-fanfic]

Star Shower (Batdad Pokemon Fanfic)

Can you do a fic where the batboys seeing batdad do a pokemon contest performance for the first time in real life? Batdad used to be a top pokemon coordinator and sorta quietly stopped being a coordinator because of Bruce disappearing and the whole family of vigilantes and having to take care Wanye Enterprise. Now that the batboys are adults and (mostly) stop vigilante-ing, batdad decided to re-debut.

Bruce, of course, leads the family down the red carpet.

He's so very proud of his husband. He has always felt a little guilty about the fact that you had to take an early retirement from your Coordinator career to run Wayne Enterprises and watch over the family after he came back.

But now you're back in full form, and the press is on fire, calling it "The Return of the King" and other such dramatic claims.

You were known for the powerful combination of your Lucario and Gardevoir - a glorious display of simple martial prowess combined with psychic illusions and effects.

But there's been a surprising development.

Instead of Lucario, you've registered with Gardevoir and Cubone.

The very same Cubone you raised from an egg.

People are intrigued, knowing you're bringing something completely new, but totally unable to keep from speculating.

"B, did you ever go to one of Pops' shows?" Dick asks. He, Bruce, Tim, and Barbara head down the carpet - Jason and Damian and the others have sought out a more discreet entrance.

"I did, once, before I left for training. It was... beautiful. He actually pulled me onstage and kissed me in public for the first time, after the performance. Honestly, I can't recall much about that show, but I remember the cologne he wore that night." Bruce sighs happily.

Tim rolls his eyes. "Some help you are. I still don't know what we're going to see tonight."

"I sent you a whole file of Contest performances last month to get you up to speed!" Barbara protests. "Do you... mute the group chat?"

"It's just not as fun now that it's... just a normal family chat."

Dick laughs. "I don't think we're that normal, Timmy."

They do a few short sound bites for the press, making it clear that tonight they are here for you. And backstage, Jason and Damian have come to give you good luck hugs.

"Awwww, my baby boys." You chuckle.

"Papa, are you sure you'll be alright that Brown and Cain and the Rows and Thomas won't-"

"Don't remind him of that!" Jason growls. "He doesn't need-"

"It'll be fine. Alfred's watching them all, and I don't blame them for avoiding the press. It doesn't mean they aren't with me." You smile. "Plus, I know Tim will be recording it for them."

Jason hugs you. "Go get em, Dad."

You smile softly, then look down to Damian. "Dami? You alright?"

Damian gives you a little shaky smile. "I suppose I'm just... excited, is all. To see you perform."

"Me too, kiddo. Go find your seats, okay? I want you to make sure you stick by your dad. You know he gets anxious when you're all out in public."

As they head back, you don the classic hat and tailored suit you were known for as a young Coordinator, adjusted and updated for the man you are now.

And you walk out on stage to thunderous applause from the audience - the loudest cheers from your family. The other Coordinators flourish on their entrance, throwing their Pokeballs into the air wildly, but you simply open your hands and let them exit. A little shy to debut, Cubone tries to hide behind you, but Gardevoir lifts the little thing up with psychic power into your arms for a quick cuddle, making the audience "awwww."

Eventually the show continues, each Coordinator doing their set, leaving you for last. Which definitely sets them on edge, you can tell.

But you're here because you wanna show the world that you didn't lose yourself all those years ago.

You start out cross-legged on the stage, sitting down. Cubone cuddles in your lap before tumbling out, seemingly eager to show you something.

The audience gives a little chuckle at the orchestrated adorable tumble.

Cubone withdraws a large bone and begins to slowly swing it around, twirling it like a baton. And when it tosses the bone into the air, it... lifts.

And then another, and another. Seven bones float in a large oval, continuing to revolve faster and faster as they spin across the stage.

The spotlight darkens, as light fractures behind you both - the stage becoming a prismatic field of light. Gardevoir appears, floating in the middle of the circle of spinning bones.

Cubone gives an excited cry and hurls a Bonemerang and one by one the bones break open in bursts of glitter powder, which swirl and swirl like a nebula forming into a planetary ring.

Gardevoir twirls in midair, the center of the nebula, and sends the shining rainbow powder running down to the stage-

-only for Cubone to use Icy Wind to freeze the powder in midair, making a beautiful mix of rainbow and snow, in an intricate swirl as Gardevoir manipulates the crystal formation.

As a grand finale, Gardevoir levitates Cubone into the center of a globe formed of ice and glitter, only for it to use Earth Power, bursting out in green and gold light, dissolving the ice and sending the glitter drifting like stardust across the audience.

There's a moment of stunned silence. And then in a great wave, the audience stands, and as they applaud, you see your husband practically glowing with pride and awe.

Of course, you win the Contest, and you hold your Cubone close in reward. The press calls it the greatest Contest Comeback of all time, but you're too busy watching your family gently praise your shy little Cubone and elegant Gardevoir.

And your husband never leaves your side the rest of the night.

[rzyraffek]

hey I hope this doesn’t sound like a weird request but could u like slashers (preferably Michael Myers, Jason, maybe Billy loomis or Stu?, and the Sinclair brothers) kidnapping “adopting” reader? Like them kind yknow unaliving (Child) readers family then like having to like care for reader???? Idk if it makes sense but it came to me in a dream about me being a kid and Michael myers becoming my dad 😭

ALSO ITS COMPLETELY PLATONIC OBVS ‼️‼️‼️

IM SORRY FOR 2WEEK BREAK I HAD TO!!

This request is such a cute idea!!! I made so much content about perent!slasher and kid!y/n cuz its way more entertaining for me to write!! Authors note at the end!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers trying to be decent dad figures

Jason Voorhees

First of all, why on earth would your perent take you all the way here??? Your a smal baby and this is dangerous! Not only cuz jason is here, but wolfs? Boars? Huge forest AND lake???

So basically he didnt expect a child here

When he was in one of cabins he heard crying from bathroom, after few seconds of planing a murder he realised that is a child crying

His heart skipped a beat and he kinda begun to panic. HUH??? A CHILD? EEE eee oh god the whole backyard is covered in blood... oh no did I scare them?? Oh no

Dude gets more spooked than a child

After they got along he kinda makes them live in his cabin, he spends good portion of time just hanging around

Y/n gets used to their new mute friend and learns their own ways to understand him

Dude is that type of dad who will let y/n paint his nails and he will dress up in cute outfits just to make his kid happy

100% checks under their bed for monsters (and closet too!)

Wants to teach them all about nature! Which plants are good, how to find animals to eat, how to avoid humans

He dodges the topic of slaughtering y/n perents... where are they?? Ermmm idk didnt see them

Micheal Myers

Dude is pretty passive when it comes to kids

He exists, they exists, but as far as kids don't bother him, he won't bother them

But oh lourd..... your his little girl/boi/kid and he is going to do everything to keep it that way

He sees it differently than others, he helped you, took you away from those horrible people (no matter if y/n past perents were bad or good people) why would you want to leave? Or miss them?

But no matter how he feels, he is still Micheal, he won't be very cuddly or clingy. Then y/n needs comforting he will sit next to them, let them talk, tbh he is okay with them giving him some physical attention but he won't hug them back

Steals dolls, figurines, crayons for y/n

He never gets rid of his stalker nature, he is always there, watching, making sure there's noone in their way. Noone bothering or looking at y/n. He sometimes watches them sleep, just looking, he is the only monster in their closet

Huge fan of stickers btw

After good few months he takes off his mask when with y/n! He knows they accept him and love him! I mean his face is as emotionless as its owner but it still matters(at least now you know where he is staring at)

Billy and Stu

Dudes probably were like "eeeerr billy? That *instert y/n perents name* eee you didn't tell me they had a kid?" "the WHAT"

*stu giving y/n chocolates while billy panics in room next to it wondering wtf to do with y/n*

"We can't just keep it! Who is going to take care of it?"

They kept you btw, Billy will say that they did that only so you don't go and call police but they got really attached

Stu is the fun dad while Billy is the serious dad

"Hi baby we bought you happy meal" "child did you do your homework"

Billy rages over monopoli and stu cheats in uno

Sinclair brothers

"Lester who tf is in your truck?" "Eeee I found it?"

Vince lets y/n sleep in his bed when they have nightmares. He also really wants y/n to do arts like him😊

Lester just vibes, you like cars kid? Let's go on car trip! You like wildlife? I know where deers at!

Bo teaches y/n how to shoot while they are way too young to even hold a gun

Y/n will be extremely spoiled btw

None of them know how to cook full meal

Lester will call y/n buddy, pal, kiddo

Bo will call them child, goblin, spawn on satan, little princes(or a prince)

Vincent will see them as little creature and a baby

Vincent let's y/n play and decorate his hair, they also make wax figurines together and play with dog. He is more like older shy brother than a father figure but if you want you can work with this

Bo lets y/n sleep on him and draw on his arms, he also hopes y/n never grows up cuz they are tiny and cute. He also sometimes gives them his hat

Lester loves showing of his skull collection and driving around forest, just talking. He also enjoys lisening to y/n monologues while he is working

All of them get little heart attack when they hear y/n swear. All bets on Bo accidentally saying bad word next to y/n and them just repeating it

Bo and lester love to just put you on their shoulder! And vince just pickes y/n up like sack of potatos (but gently)

Tickle fights with Vince

Arm wrestling with Lester who pretends that y/n is too strong and lets them win

All x reader tags are here only to reach bigger audience! Im sorry if there's any misstypes or anything weird! I kinda wrote it in rush cuz I feel bad for making yall wait for requests so long! I should make this hc list longer but I am very tired. Goodnight

[n0cturn4]

Series In every universe - 1. Jason Todd

Character: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: "Did you know you’re my favorite part of the day?" Word Count: 530

He stood there, leaning against the coldness of a world that had never given him respite. The shadows of Gotham surrounded him like old ghosts, and for a moment, he wondered if there could ever be peace for a soul like his. But then, you appeared — like a faint ray of light breaking through the darkest clouds — and he felt the weight of existing soften, even if just for a brief, precious instant.

When your eyes met, something blossomed between you, as if time itself had granted him a rare grace. There was a vulnerability in Jason's eyes that he would never show anyone else; it was something he didn't even know how to show himself. He sighed, and the sound was a muted lament, a veiled relief at finally being able to confess a truth that burned silently in his chest.

"Did you know you're my favorite part of the day?" he whispered, his voice low, almost broken, as if each word had been pulled from the depths of his being.

You smiled, a delicate smile, and tilted your head with a tenderness that nearly made him crumble. "Really? And why's that?"

He hesitated, his gaze lost on the ground, searching for courage in a universe that had always denied him the chance to be loved. "Because... when I'm with you, the world just feels... right."

The words floated between you like a sacred secret, a promise he had no right to make, yet his heart insisted on declaring. In your eyes, he found the beauty of everything he had never dared to dream — a peace, a wholeness that eluded him, and yet there you were, a living reminder that there was still something worth feeling.

Your fingers touched with a trembling lightness, a gentle touch laden with all the words Jason had never known how to say. His cold skin met the warmth of yours, and in that brief contact, the entire universe was contained. He wrapped you in his arms, as if in that embrace he could shield the pain tearing at his soul. He rested his face in your hair, inhaling that soft scent that felt like his only solace in the world. That moment, so fragile and full of meaning, felt like a stolen eternity.

You leaned your head against his chest, listening to the unsteady beats of a heart that, by some miracle, still believed. He held you with a desperate intensity, as if he wanted to imprint you into his memory, into his body, into his soul — as if that moment were all he could ever have.

"With you, I'm not my scars," he murmured, his voice thick, as if speaking to a part of himself he had forgotten. "With you, I'm someone... someone who might, one day, be happy."

He closed his eyes, savoring every second by your side, as if he were sealing the moment in a secret corner of his heart, a place where he could, just once, hold onto a sliver of peace. Deep down, he knew his fate would call him back to the darkness. But as your hearts beat together, he dared to dream that, perhaps, not every light had to disappear.

[plussizefantasia]

CozyTober Day 3: Chilly Fall Day

Eddie Munson x gf!reader

wc: ~ 0.9k

warnings: none

a/n: I haven't for Eddie in so long so forgive me if he's kind of ooc. Thanks for reading, if you liked the story reblog so more people can see it! I'll see y'all tomorrow for day 4!

You loved spending time with your boyfriend, honestly, you really couldn’t spend enough time with him in your opinion. Which means you need to take all the moments you get. Even if it means eating your lunch outside on an old picnic table while your breath clouds out in front of you. Eddie had offered you his jacket but you declined, you love Eddie with all your heart but he has no meat on his bones and you don’t want to be responsible for getting him sick especially because you’ll be the one who has to take care of him if he does.

It is quiet out here, peaceful. You don’t have to worry about Jason and his cronies. You don’t have to put up with the gossiping gaggle of cheerleaders and you definitely don’t have to breathe in the cloud of B.O. that seems to coat the whole cafeteria. It’s nice out here, fresh and relaxing. Well as relaxing as spending time with Eddie ever is.

Currently, he is ten minutes into a vivid explanation of his plan for the Hellfire Club session this week. He said he wants your input on some of the puzzles he’s going to use to trap the party and hold them in the labyrinth he had created. You’re lying with your back on the table, staring up into the sky. In the corner of your vision;  the yellows and oranges of the tall oak trees that boarded the school property dance and sway. And straight above you is the blank canvas of the sky. It looks dreary from this angle, grey and muted; a complete antithesis to the bright blues of only a month ago.

“Do you think a math question is too easy, babe? If it was just the old guys I wouldn’t be worried but that new kid Dustin is pretty smart he might be able to chew right through it.”

“I don’t know Eds how hard do you want the puzzle to be?” You ask. 

“Well, I don’t want them to get stuck forever and die ‘cause what the fun in that ya know? But I do want there to be some stakes.”

“What if you did a riddle? Like a really hard one. Maybe a Shakespeare reference? I can let you borrow some of my anthologies.” 

“Hmm, maybe. I don’t know I guess I’m just worried that the campaign is getting lame.”

“Why would it be lame?” You sit up and look at him raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know. But there was this one kid who came with the new guys. I think his name was Carl or something but he keeps ditching us for basketball practice and I’m like… am I not making it fun enough?”

“Eddie, baby. You’re an amazing dungeon master. Who cares what some freshman thinks of your campaign? Especially if he’s choosing to hang out with Jason in his free time, obviously he’s got issues.” You deadpan. You will not let some snot nose thirteen year old make Eddie feel like shit. 

“God babe you always know what to say to get my brain to stop going like ninety miles a second.” Eddie pops up from his own reclined position and leans into your space to plant a big wet kiss on your cheek, equally endearing as it is kind of gross.

“I know. It’s like my superpower.” You wiggle your fingers at your boyfriend and raise an eyebrow at him. You both fall into laughter. 

“You look nice with leaves in your hair.” He changes the subject.

“I have leaves in my hair?!” Your hands shoot up to the crown of your head and search for the offending foliage. You find three and rip them out with a ferocity not exactly warranted. 

Eddie, the bastard just sits there laughing at you and doing not a damn thing to help. A thought pops into your mind. You stand up and hop down from the bench. Your boots crunching the leaves where you land. 

Eddie, still occupied with laughing his stupid butt off doesn’t pick up on your plan for revenge. You bend over and scoop into your own arms, a pile of leaves from the ground. Turning abruptly and throwing them up into the air above Eddie. They rain down on him, covering his hair and shoulders, falling into his lap and even sticking to his socks. His laugh peters off at the same time yours erupts from your gut. 

Eddie tries to stop the smile from spreading across his face when he takes in your relaxed pose and the sound of your laughter. He stands up and raises an eyebrow at you. 

When you see the mischief on his face your laugh stops and you begin to take careful steps away from him. Eddie, not waiting a second longer practically launches himself from the table and onto the ground. Seconds later he has tackled you towards the ground, flipping the two of you at the last second so you land on his chest. 

One, or two seconds go by before you both start laughing once more, much calmer this time. You stare into each other's eyes and help to pick the leaves out of each other's hair. 

Yeah… spending time with Eddie really is your favorite thing.

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Harrowing Holidays

After a few months of dating, Danny invites Jason to Amity Park for Fenton Thanksgiving—both Danny & Jason have convinced themselves, despite all evidence to the contrary, that the other is their normal civilian boyfriend, and don't want to mess things up by revealing their secrets.

Written for the Ghouls and Gangs @dpxdcbigbang with art by @spatulella-art which you should check out on her blog!

Sequel to Bothersome Bonds but can stand on its own.

You can also read Harrowing Holidays on AO3

It was late Saturday morning. Jason was working on his laptop in the living room of his safe house, familiarizing himself with intel his guys had just sent him on a gun-running operation Black Mask was planning so that the Red Hood and his crew could intercept it.

The plan was already forming in his head. Black Mask liked to over-complicate things, to confuse his enemies. But if you knew what he was doing, it was easy to unravel. All Jason had to do was take out one part of the equation and Mask's whole operation crumbled.

"Can you lift your feet for a sec?"

Jason looked up to see his boyfriend, Danny, holding a damp towel, and obligingly removed his feet from the coffee table. Danny wiped down the surface, lifting coasters and books out of the way.

He didn't look to see what Jason was working on.

Even after eight months of being in a relationship, Danny still didn't know about Jason's career as a crime lord. Jason didn't want him to know, and neither did Danny. He said that he wanted plausible deniability if the cops ever came to his door, so he at least had a sense that Jason's work wasn't 100% legal. He had, after all, immediately assumed that Jason was a criminal when he'd said he worked in Crime Alley, and apparently Jason had done nothing to change his mind about that.

Still, Jason liked it that way.

He liked having Danny as his normal, willfully oblivious civilian boyfriend. It was... grounding, in a way. His little slice of ordinary in his otherwise wild and chaotic life.

And if Danny's eyes glowed sometimes, and the air around him was a little bit colder, and he was abnormally light and abnormally strong for someone his size, well... Jason could be willfully oblivious, too, when the need arose.

"What are you cleaning for?" Jason asked. "Expecting company?"

His safe-house may not have been perfectly spotless, but he kept it pretty clean most of the time. There wasn't really any reason for his boyfriend to be wiping down his coffee table. Not that he was going to complain, but he was kind of curious.

Danny shrugged mutely.

In the eight months since they'd both been kidnapped and escaped from that mysterious facility together back in February, Jason had gotten pretty good at reading Danny. Not that it was especially hard to tell when Danny was restless. He would find anything—literally anything—to do with his hands, whether it was cleaning, baking, building a pillow fort, folding origami ghosts—those were pretty cute, actually, and Jason kept a couple in the drawer of his nightstand.

"Danny, I can tell when something's up with you," Jason said, closing his laptop and setting it aside. "If you want to clean my apartment, I'm not gonna stop you, but if something's going on, you can also just talk to me."

He finished wiping the coffee table, then stood up straight and stiff for a few seconds before collapsing onto the couch next to Jason, wringing the towel in his hands.

"Okay, so my parents, right?" Danny started, then he took a deep breath and held it.

Jason had heard a lot about Danny's parents and, at the same time, knew nothing of substance about them at all. He knew that when he was in high school he had not gotten along with them. That, when he was a junior, he'd had a falling out with them about something he refused to tell Jason anything about, and did his best to avoid them, despite still living under their roof, until he turned eighteen and immediately moved out. Jason also knew that in the past year or so, his parents had been trying to mend their relationship with him and vice-versa.

What he didn't know was what they'd fallen out over, or why it had taken them years to try to fix their relationship.

He could make some educated guesses, of course. He knew that, like himself, Danny had died once, and been brought back. For Danny, it had been almost instantaneous, or so he claimed. Jason still wasn't clear on why Danny had an autopsy scar like his own if that was the case. Regardless, Jason knew how that sort of thing could make things complicated with one's family.

"What about them?" Jason prompted when Danny had been silent for several long seconds without continuing.

Danny finally exhaled.

"They asked me to come to Thanksgiving this year," he explained. "They did last year, too, but we'd only been on speaking terms for a couple of weeks at the time, and I told them I wasn't ready to spend any holidays back home yet. This year... this year I thought I was ready, and I told them I would come, and that was two days ago, and now I am second-guessing that decision big time."

Jason nodded thoughtfully. He knew the feeling.

When he'd first met Danny, Jason had been severely on the outs with his family. If he saw any one of them, his vision went green and he could hardly think straight through his rage. That had changed since the two of them first met and started dating.

There was something about Danny that kept the madness from the Lazarus pit under control—even when he wasn't actively with Jason, to a certain extent. It was a small part of why Jason was so drawn to him, and probably a very big part of why their relationship had been able to last as long as it had without Jason royally fucking it up.

A side-effect of that calm that came from spending time with Danny was that Jason had been able to start to reconnect with his family... just a tiny bit... mostly with Alfred. However, he was still angry with them, and he didn't think that was going to go away any time soon—after all, he had plenty of perfectly valid reasons to be angry and have mixed emotions regarding them. Plus, he was still a crime lord and a killer, which they didn't exactly approve of, no matter how much they wanted him to be 'part of the family' again.

But he could talk to them without the pit madness taking over his reason now, though he still didn't exactly want to get close to them. And they had switched from trying to outright stop him, like he was some common crook, to trying to save him, like the beloved but misguided family member they perceived him to be. He didn't actually want to be saved, but of course, they didn't care about that.

Recently, Dick had run into him on patrol and extended an invitation from Alfred to join them for Thanksgiving as well, putting Jason in a very similar conundrum to the one Danny was currently complaining about.

He'd told Dick he would think about it, but all he was really thinking about was how he could get out of it without disappointing Alfred, the only family member whose opinion of Jason still mattered to him. Being able to have short conversations with them without trying to kill them was one thing, but Jason just knew that if he spent a whole day with them, it would inevitably end in a violent screaming match, and that would disappoint Alfred even more than if Jason just ditched.

"You can always call your parents and tell them you changed your mind," Jason pointed out. "They might be a little disappointed, but if they accepted that you weren't ready last year, they'd probably accept it again."

Danny shook his head. "No," he said. "I mean, I'm anxious about it, and it's kind of a big step, but... I think I am ready for it, and... I do miss them. I haven't seen them for a long time."

"Then go," Jason encouraged. Then, seeing an opportunity, he added, "I can go with you, if you want. For moral support or whatever. You clearly want to see them again, you're just nervous about it. Maybe not having to go alone will help."

Plus, it was the perfect excuse for Jason to turn down his own family's Thanksgiving invitation. If he told them things were getting serious enough with his boyfriend that he'd been invited to spend Thanksgiving with him and his family, they'd probably be more happy for him than upset for themselves.

"You would come with me?" Danny asked, sounding rather skeptical. "Are you sure? My family can be... a lot."

"I doubt they're any worse than mine."

"You might be surprised," Danny insisted. "It would be nice to have you with me but... I wouldn't want to risk them scaring you away."

Jason raised an eyebrow, recalling the way they had met, kidnapped and trapped together in some vaguely military facility, and thought that if he was going to be scared away from dating Danny, it would have happened a long time ago.

"I swear on my life, that no matter how bad your family is, I will not allow it to affect my opinion of you," Jason promised. "My birth parents were an abusive prick who worked as a henchman and a bitch who sold me out to the Joker and ultimately got me killed. I have absolutely no grounds to judge you based on your blood relatives."

Danny actually laughed at that, a soft, nervous laugh. "Alright," he agreed. "I'll let my parents know I'll be bringing a guest."

"Can't wait."

Jason had just over a week to inform his own family of why he wouldn't be coming to the Wayne Thanksgiving dinner, but since he refused to let any of them have the number of his burner phone, it wouldn't be so simple as sending them a text.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long for his chance.

"Hey Hood, fancy seeing you here, in Crime Alley, where you live."

Jason glanced up to see Tim, AKA Robin, sitting on a fire escape looking down at him.

"I could say the same of you, nosing in on my territory heedless of the consequences," he replied. "What brings you here?"

"Intelligence gathering," Tim answered with a shrug.

"Is that your way of saying Agent A wants my answer about Thanksgiving?"

Jason leaned back against the grimy wall of the alleyway to get a better angle to watch the pretender fiddle with his bo staff in boredom.

"That, and some Black Mask op I'm not supposed to tell you about, even though I'm sure you're already on top of it. He wants to use the good china, so he needs to know how many place settings to dig out."

"Black Mask does?"

"Obviously I meant Agent A. You're being deliberately obtuse."

"Tell him I won't be able to make it," Jason said.

"Why not?" Tim asked immediately. "You know if I just tell him that without an actual reason he'll get all mopey, and his shoulders will be marginally stiffer than usual and his mustache and coattails will droop and it'll bring down everybody's mood. I can't live like that, Hood."

Jason crossed his arms and smirked under his helmet.

"Don't worry, I have an excuse. I think he'll even like it."

"Oh?" Tim raised an eyebrow above his mask and jumped down off the fire escape in his curiosity, a daring foray into melee range.

"I agreed to do Thanksgiving with my partner's family."

"This would be the mysterious partner you won't tell us anything about but that makes you not want to kill all of us on sight?" Tim gathered. "Must be getting serious if you're doing Thanksgiving together. Is it with their family, or just the two of you?"

"Family," Jason said. "This will be the first time I'm meeting anyone from their family since none of them live in Gotham."

Tim pursed his lips and slowly nodded, evidently deeming it a satisfactory excuse that wouldn't make Alfred's mustache droop.

"Alright, I'll pass it along," he said. "Good luck with your partner's family. Try not to shoot any of them, alright?"

"I'll do my best, squirt," Jason replied. "Now don't you have some spying to do for old Batsy?"

"Yeah, yeah." Tim vaulted back up onto the fire escape and in moments, he was gone from sight.

Grudgingly, Jason had to admit the kid was pretty good.

Early Thanksgiving morning, Jason and Danny tossed their carry-ons in the backseat of Jason's car, and then Danny drove them both to the airport. Early in their relationship, basically on day one of dating, Danny had unilaterally decided not to let Jason drive him anywhere anymore. Ever. He claimed that Jason drove like his dad, and emphasized in no uncertain terms that that was not a good thing.

Back then, their relationship was new, and Jason worried that it would be brittle, so he had elected not to bring up the numerous high speed chases and getaways he'd managed just fine with his driving skills. Although, in fairness to Danny, a lot of them had involved other cars colliding, though never his own. He'd also never bothered to get an actual driver's license, but that was just a formality, anyway.

Danny parked in long-term parking, and they headed into the airport. Since they were only planning on staying one night and coming back in the morning, they'd decided to just pack carry-ons rather than having to check any luggage. It would be faster and easier that way.

Airport security was, as always, a pain in the ass.

As they approached the metal detector, Jason felt a spike of anxiety and checked himself over to make sure he wasn't packing. At this point, he was so used to carrying a gun on him that he genuinely could have had one and not realized, which would obviously be a problem in this situation.

Of course, he knew that he'd anticipated this, and made absolutely sure that neither his person nor his luggage were carrying any firearms—not that it stopped the spike of anxiety. Still... it didn't hurt to check again.

He was not carrying any firearms.

He was carrying a pair of switchblades in the thigh pockets of his pants, which he'd forgotten about.

They'd probably already been in his pockets before he even got dressed that morning. Stainless steel didn't set off the metal detector, though, so he didn't get stopped. It wasn't until they found seats in their terminal that he even realized he had them and thanked his lucky stars he hadn't been caught.

They were some of the first people there, so they could pick whichever seats they wanted while they waited for their flight to arrive in a few hours. They sat by the huge window where they could watch the planes coming and going on the taxiway.

"That's a Wayne Aerospace SWF-198097," Danny pointed out a jet taxiing out toward the runway, painted a sleek black with gold detailing and a WE logo on the tail fin. "I tested that one last December, and they were approved for commercial use two months ago. There aren't many in use commercially yet, since they're so new."

"I thought you were a test pilot for experimental air-crafts, not commercial planes," Jason said.

"All air-crafts are experimental until you know for sure they work," came the reply. "Although I don't do all that many crafts designed for commercial passenger flight. It's been known to happen, though."

Jason nodded thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on his boyfriend watching the planes out the window.

"You're pretty nervous about this whole thing, huh?" he observed.

"What makes you say that?" Danny asked, but Jason didn't miss the way his shoulders tensed and his lips pursed.

"When you're nervous, you fall back on safe topics like work or video games so you don't have to talk about what's actually bothering you."

"You know what's bothering me."

"I know," Jason agreed, nodding. It would be the first time Danny saw his parents in person since he was eighteen, and Jason knew he hadn't left them on the best of terms—even if he hadn't seen fit to brief Jason on the details of what had happened between them. That kind of thing would be stressful for anyone. "You can still talk about it if you want. Or not."

"Let's go with not," Danny said. "Thinking about it more isn't gonna help me calm down, it'll just get me even more worked up about it. I know once I'm there it won't be nearly as bad as I'm worried about it being, but until then...."

"Until then, we can talk about planes."

Danny smiled gratefully and launched into an explanation of all the SWF-198097's features, and what made it unique and advanced compared to its contemporaries.

Jason had never known as much about air and space travel as he'd learned in the last eight months of dating Danny. The subject had never particularly interested him. But he loved to watch Danny's animated expressions and gestures as he gave detailed lectures. Plus, seemingly unimportant knowledge had a way of coming in useful when you least expected it, especially in Jason's line of work.

The longer they sat there, the more the terminal filled up with a crowd of people on their way to spend Thanksgiving with their families until the terminal was standing room only. Finally, the flight attendants started letting passengers board the plane and find their seats. Jason sat in the aisle seat, and Danny in the middle with a stranger in the window seat.

As soon as they took off, Danny said, "This captain has never flown a plane that wasn't empty. That was one of the most poorly balanced take-offs I have ever experienced."

Jason snorted a laugh, but he saw the stranger in the window seat's grip tighten on the purse in her lap. She turned on an in-flight movie and put some headphones on about ten minutes after that as Danny kept griping about the pilot's ineptitude.

The flight was just over two hours, and Danny spent almost the entire time complaining, judging the pilot's skills when it came to handling turbulence and wind resistance, and speculating that it must've been their first real passenger flight because they sucked at it, or so Danny claimed.

To be honest, Jason didn't really notice much of a difference compared to other flights he'd been on. Maybe it was a little bit jumpier, but nothing too disturbing. Danny's flying, he knew, was always extremely confident and when Danny brought it up, even Jason could sense the hesitance in their captain's choices—although maybe he was just imagining it.

Sure, it was mediocre flying, Jason couldn't really deny that, but it wasn't as bad as Danny was making it out to be; he was still just trying to distract himself.

When the plane landed, there was a buzz on the intercom and the pilot made an announcement.

"Hello, this is your captain speaking," he said. "We have completed our descent and are currently taxiing to the terminal to allow you all to disembark. Thank you all for joining me on my very first commercial flight; it was a big day for me. And for those who celebrate, have a happy Thanksgiving."

Danny looked over at Jason with an incredibly smug and pointed look.

"No one likes a know-it-all," Jason teased.

Danny shook his head with an amused smile.

When they disembarked from the plane and headed out to the front of the airport, no sooner had they reached the passenger loading area than a booming voice called out Danny's name. It wasn't hard to spot the source of the shout—or the way Danny's body tensed with anxiety upon hearing it.

Jack Fenton looked exactly as Danny had described him, but even so, Jason was still unprepared for the man, who was nearly seven feet tall and massive. He looked like one of those comically large plush toys, wearing an orange jumpsuit and a striped tie.

He thundered over to them and scooped Danny into a hug, lifting him right off the ground, even though, at six-foot-three, Danny was hardly a small man himself. Danny stumbled a bit as he was dropped back onto the ground.

"And you must be Jason!" Mr. Fenton greeted with a frankly jarring amount of enthusiasm, and before Jason could protest, the man scooped him up into a hug just like he had his son.

It had been a very long time since Jason had been lifted with such ease, and he froze in shock, uncomprehending of the experience which was halfway suffocating and halfway comfortable. Jack Fenton felt like a plushie as much as he looked like one. On the rare occasions that Jason had gotten them as a child, Bruce's hugs had never been this soft.

Finally, Jason was dropped back to the sidewalk and Danny's dad gave him a fittingly huge smile.

"It's good to meet you, Jason, I'm Danny's Dad," he said. "You can call me Jack. I've been looking forward to finally meeting Danny's boyfriend, he has a lot of good things to say about you." Jack nudged Danny slightly and winked. "You sure found yourself a looker, huh?"

Danny blushed and Jason couldn't help the stifled laugh that escaped him.

"Anyway, I'm technically parked in a loading zone, so let's get going before I get towed," Jack declared. Illegal parking practices weren't typically the kind of thing people bellowed at the top of their lungs, but Jack didn't seem to have gotten the memo. He didn't seem to know how to lower his voice, or so it seemed to Jason.

The crowd parted to allow Jack to stride easily through it, with Danny and Jason following close behind, watching the looks of alarm and annoyance on people's faces as they leaped out of his way.

He led them to a souped up armored RV covered in small dents and dings obviously procured over a long and rough lifespan. It looked more like some kind of tactical assault vehicle than anything else, and had a huge green logo of the letter F on the side.

It was about an hour drive from the airport to the Fenton house, and Jason got to know first hand why driving like Danny's dad was a bad thing.

He spent the whole time wide-eyed, gritting his teeth, and holding onto the arms of his chair with a vice-like, white-knuckled grip. If Danny thought Jason's driving was comparable to Jack's, then maybe he really should be more careful behind the wheel from now on.

Mentally, he moved 'get an actual driver's license' higher up his to-do list.

When they finally stopped, Jason had to pry his hands up before he unbuckled.

Much to his surprise, Danny seemed to have calmed down considerably. He'd been sitting in the passenger seat next to his dad while Jason was in the back, fighting for his life, and the two of them had kept up an easy chatter the whole way. Occasionally they shouted back to ask Jason's opinion on something, which he always tried to give in as few words as possible to avoid tossing his cookies. He'd never really gotten motion sick before, but he felt very queasy as he finally stepped out of the RV, already dreading the drive back to the airport tomorrow.

The Fenton home was... unique.

It had a huge sign on the front pointing to it that said 'Fenton Works', and what appeared to be a flying saucer on the roof. It looked like they'd repurposed an old broadcast building into a townhouse, which had then been re-repurposed into some kind of... Jason didn't really know... night club? Store of some kind? What was Fenton Works?

Walking in the door, Jason was met with a perfectly ordinary living room, a set of stairs near the back wall led up to a second floor, a door to one side led to the kitchen—at least if the smell of onions grilling in butter was any indication. It was almost noon by the time they got there, and it seemed like the Thanksgiving dinner was just starting to be underway.

"Maddie! We're back!" Jack called out.

Seconds later, the door to the kitchen swung open, and a woman with short auburn hair, wearing a white apron over a teal jumpsuit walked in.

"Welcome back!" she greeted cheerily. "Oh Danny, it's so good to see you again! You're even taller than when I last saw you. Oh, and you must be Jason, what a handsome young man, I hope you're treating my Danny right."

"He is," Danny assured her.

She nodded approvingly. "Good. Well, in that case, you're welcome to call me Maddie, if you like," she told Jason. Then said more generally, "I've just started on dinner. It should be served around five, but there's a tray of sandwich fixings on the table to tide you over until then. Help yourselves."

"Don't mind if I do," Jack said, carefully pushing past them all into the kitchen.

"Would you like some help with Dinner?" Jason offered. "I know that's a big job, I'd be happy to help."

"Absolutely not," she refused. "You're a guest, I couldn't ask you to work on Thanksgiving."

"Are you sure?" Jason asked, remembering when he was younger, how frazzled Alfred had always looked trying to cook up ten dishes at once and refusing any assistance until Jason forced his way in.

"Jason's an excellent cook," Danny added. "You should let him help. Jazz isn't here yet, and you won't let me or dad help because I always drop everything and he always eats everything."

Maddie hesitated at that. "Well... I suppose I could use a kitchen assistant...." She seemed reluctant, but ultimately sighed and agreed to accept Jason's help, at least until Jazz got there. "But have a sandwich to eat first, I don't need a taste-tester."

"Whatever you say," Jason agreed, following her into the kitchen where Jack was already chowing down on a sandwich that looked like four or five layers of various cold-cuts and cheeses.

Once Jason had eaten a light sandwich—he wanted to make sure he'd have room to try everything when it came to dinner, not wanting to upset Maddie by not eating her food—Maddie handed Jason a light blue apron with a ruffled hem and put him to work chopping up vegetables for the stuffing.

They worked in silence for a while. The knife hitting the cutting board, the tick of an egg timer, and quiet breathing the only sounds to be heard. Until Maddie spoke.

"Thank you," she said.

"Hm?"

"Ever since he met you... Danny's been happier," she continued. "He loves his job, and I know he was avoiding us—he had every reason to. But I think he was a bit lonely in Gotham." Her lips pursed. Discomfort? Not dishonesty.

Jason guessed she was worried about overstepping her motherly jurisdiction, which would be limited after... whatever it was that had made Danny avoid her for years—'every reason' as she'd put it.

"Jack and I made him miserable for so long... not on purpose, of course, but that hardly matters," she said, only making Jason more curious. "So thank you... for making him happy."

"You're welcome, I guess," Jason said.

"You should know, though," she said, almost stepping on Jason's own words as she spoke with a hard voice. "I'm a ninth degree black belt, and a nationally ranked marksman. Danny has been through a lot. I strongly advise against breaking his heart."

Jason blinked in shock. He had not been expecting that from his boyfriend's Midwestern mother. Honestly, though, he felt more impressed than threatened. Danny was the best thing to happen to Jason in a long time, so screwing everything up wasn't on his itinerary.

"Noted," he said. "Sounds like you're some kind of badass; I'm surprised Danny never mentioned that. I'd love to see you in action sometime."

"Oh, well." She stood up straighter, and Jason could see her suppressing a smile when he glanced down the counter at her, basting the turkey. "I'm not all that, but it's sweet of you to say," she said.

Jason could tell it was just Midwest polite modesty. On the inside, she was obviously preening from the flattery. Just like that, he'd won her over, and the two of them continued to talk casually while they cooked. Jason was glad she'd gotten the threats out of the way early, freeing them up to talk about guns while they stuffed the turkey and prepped the side dishes.

It was late afternoon when the doorbell rang, presumably indicating the arrival of Danny's sister.

Jason could hear voices through the door as Danny and his dad greeted her. So far, there hadn't been any yelling or arguing from that room, so Jason figured the two of them had been getting along pretty well on their own, which was a good sign. Danny had said he would be fine once he was there, and that he was just anxious beforehand.

After a few minutes, the kitchen door swung open, and Jason turned to see a young woman who could only be Danny's sister. Just as Danny had said, she was taller than he was, close to six and a half feet tall.

Spending time with Danny and his family had been the only time Jason had felt short since his dip in the Lazarus Pit cured his malnutrition and he'd shot up like a weed. Compared to everyone in this family, besides Maddie, Jason was a pip-squeak at six-foot-even.

"Sorry I'm so late," Jazz apologized as she entered the kitchen, tying her hair up into a messy bun. "My flight got delayed like four times. I hope I'm not too late to help out with dinner."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Jazz, dear," Maddie said, waving a hand dismissively. "Jason helped me cook. The food's just about ready."

"Jason?" Jazz looked him up and down with a scrutinizing frown. "Danny's boyfriend. I'm his sister, Jazz."

"Nice to meet you," Jason said. "I'd shake your hand but..." he lifted his soapy hands out of the sink where he'd been washing dishes.

"No worries," she replied. "It's nice to meet you, too."

Maddie opened the oven and stuck a meat thermometer into the turkey to see if it was ready.

"You can just sit in the living room and relax with your father and Danny," she told Jazz. "I think they're watching the game."

"More like playing checkers with the game on in the background," Jazz corrected with an amused smile. "You remember Dash, Danny's high school bully slash frenemy? He's playing for the Detroit Lions against the Green Bay Packers."

The sound of Danny cheering loudly cut through the air.

"I don't know anything about football," Jazz said laughingly, "but judging by that, sounds like the Packers must be getting their asses handed to them."

"I didn't know Danny was into football," Jason commented.

They'd been together for eight months, and it had never come up. Danny wasn't much into sports in general, as far as Jason had been aware, although he did tolerate basketball when Jason wanted to watch the Gotham Knights' games.

"He's not," Maddie assured him. "He just hates the Green Bay Packers for some reason." She put the meat thermometer on the counter and grabbed some oven mitts to take out the turkey.

"It's 'cause Vlad is obsessed with them," Jazz pointed out.

Jason had no idea who Vlad was, but Maddie obviously did.

"Oh, that's right. I forgot about that," Maddie said, sliding the turkey onto the kitchen tabletop. "I had just about managed to wipe Vlad from my memory entirely."

Jazz snickered. "God, I wish that were me," she said.

Through the doorway they heard Danny cheering again.

"I guess I'm gonna go hang out in the living room. Let me know if you need help setting the table, or bringing food out, or anything."

With that, Jazz left the kitchen, the door falling quietly shut behind her as she went to join her dad and brother on the couch.

Jason and Maddie worked in silence for a while, transferring food to serving plates, carving the turkey, washing dishes. But Jason's curiosity got the better of him after a minute, and he had to ask.

"Who's Vlad?"

Maddie groaned. "Some guy Jack and I were friends with in college," she answered. "After we grew apart, he ended up being wildly successful, and then we got reconnected at our college reunion, and...." She sighed. "It took way too long for us to realize he was a massive creep, obsessed with me and Danny, not to mention a supervillain."

"A supervillain?" Jason repeated, shocked.

In the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn't be that surprised. He didn't plan to say anything, but ever since they'd first met, he'd suspected that Danny might be some kind of meta-human, and that often led to involvement with supervillains, whether they wanted it to or not.

Maddie waved a hand dismissively and went back to carving the turkey.

"He's nothing to worry about anymore," she said. "He was locked up years ago, don't remember where, or by whom, but we haven't seen hide nor hair of him since, and that's all that matters to me." She moved the turkey to the counter and started moving the cuts to a serving dish. "Could you get five plates out of that cupboard there and put them on the table, then go let Jazz know she can start doing place settings?"

"Sure."

Once everything was ready, even Jack and Danny got up to help place the food on the table before they all found their seats, Jason between Danny and his sister, and Danny's parents on the other side. The Fentons didn't say grace, even on Thanksgiving. They just started serving up food and digging in.

"These candied sweet potatoes are even better than usual," Jack commented. "And the turkey is cooked to perfection."

"Mom's turkey is always good, as long as it doesn't come back to life and swear revenge," Jazz joked.

Maddie lightly smacked Jazz's shoulder for the barb. "The sweet potatoes were Jason's doing, actually. I think he tweaked the recipe a little, but he's definitely good in the kitchen, just like Danny said he was," she said, then turned to Jason in particular. "You were such a help with everything, sweetie, thank you."

"It's no problem, I was happy to help."

Danny leaned over and said under his breath, "She called you sweetie; that means she likes you."

"I actually picked up on that myself, but thanks," Jason whispered back.

"He tweaked the stuffing recipe, too, something about the herbs," Maddie added. "I like it much better than I usually cook it. I'll have to get him to write down the recipe for me before he leaves."

"I told you he was a good cook," Danny said, beaming. "He cooks me homemade meals for date night sometimes, and they're always amazing."

The amount of praise they were showering him with was actually starting to make Jason a bit bashful. He was proud of his cooking skills, but he didn't get to share them too often, so he wasn't used to this kind of enthusiasm—not from anyone besides Danny, at least. And it only continued as they all tried the various different dishes he and Maddie had cooked up.

So far, so good—embarrassed though he may have been.

Then the interrogation began.

"So, Jason, what exactly do you do for a living?" Jazz asked. "As much as Danny talks about you, he's always been pretty vague about the details."

It was an easy enough question. He and Danny had discussed their cover-story for all the basic questions his family might ask, like what Jason did and how they'd met. Since Danny still didn't know what Jason actually did, he wasn't about to tell Danny's parents that he was a Gotham crime lord.

He recited his prepared lie, "I work in private security. People hire the company I work for to protect... events, assets, property, that kind of thing. We get pretty good business, being Gotham based. There's always somebody who needs bouncers to keep the villain of the week away from their block party or museum showcase, or whatever."

It was a good story, interesting, respectable, and plausible. He may have been small compared to most of the Fentons, but even they could no doubt tell Jason had a solid stature himself.

"Sounds exciting," Jack commented. "Is that a dangerous job?"

"Sometimes, but not as much as you'd think." Jason shrugged. "Usually if anyone really dangerous comes out of the woodwork, the Bats do, too, so we don't actually have to do much."

"So how did you and Danny meet, then?" Maddie asked.

Again, Jason had a lie all prepped for this. "Wayne tech hired us for some additional security while they were moving some sensitive equipment or something to the airfield where Danny works—my guess is some new experimental jet fuel or radar technology they haven't released yet, although we weren't allowed to know what it actually was. Anyway, I met Danny there, and we hit it off right away, so I asked if he wanted to go out after work, and the rest is history."

They had not hit it off right away.

In fact, they had both been extremely frustrated with each other when they'd actually first met—although Jason was inclined to blame that on the stress of having just been kidnapped and locked in a room with no apparent escape. He couldn't tell Danny's mom that, of course; she would freak.

"Ha! Danny must have some good game to win you over that fast," Jack declared. He winked and nudged Danny with his elbow conspiratorially. "Well done, son."

Danny just laughed.

The conversation eased off of Danny and Jason's relationship for a little while after that.

Danny told a funny work story. Jack spilled cranberry sauce, prompting Maddie to recall a story about a past thanksgiving mishap, which in turn reminded Jazz of a funny story from her and Danny's childhood, which Jason followed up with a story from his own childhood, a story about a time Dick had come to visit, back when he was still living at the manor with Bruce, before he'd died.

He tried not to think about that time, not because he'd been unhappy back then, but because now, all those memories were colored by his death. It was hard to laugh about the few occasions he'd been able to hang out with Dick, without remembering that his older brother had been in space when he'd been brutally killed.

It was hard for Jason to think about who he'd been before, once he'd become the person he was after.

But the memory had come to him anyway, and he'd shared it, because that was what one did at Thanksgiving dinner with their partner's family. Danny made it easier, but once Jason finished telling it, the pangs of anger and disappointment and loss came to him still.

Easier wasn't the same as easy.

"Oh, that's sweet," Maddie told him. "Are you and your family still close like that?"

Jason hesitated. He and Danny had prepared for this, too, but that didn't make it easier to talk about in practice.

"No, not really," he answered after a moment. "For a while things were very tense between me and them... but... things have been getting a little better lately—slowly but surely. It's still tense, but things were way worse before. I could barely even stand to talk to them without it turning into a screaming match."

Across the table, Jack and Maddie exchanged guilty looks, and changed the subject almost immediately. It seemed Danny was right on the money when he said that response would get them to talk about something else fast.

"That's... too bad," Maddie said. "But... uh...." She shot an urgent look at her husband.

"So how do you feel about ghosts?" Jack asked loudly.

In the corner of his eye, Jason saw his boyfriend tense.

The question was admittedly strange, but they seemed to be reaching for any topic that would steer the conversation away from Jason's family issues. Which Jason was relieved for, though admittedly, he didn't really know or care much about ghosts in particular.

"Ghosts, huh?" he said, "I guess I'm open to the idea of them. With all the crazy stuff I've seen in my life, I'd have to be stupid to write off the possibility completely. But I've never seen a ghost before, so I guess I'll believe it when I see it."

All the Fentons glanced at Danny.

They looked like they were trying to be subtle about it, but they were not doing a very good job. For some reason the subject of ghosts suddenly felt even more loaded than the subject of Jason's family, and now he was the one reaching for a subject change.

Feeling awkward, Jason cleared his throat and asked, "So, Jazz, Danny tells me you're a brain surgeon. That must be a pretty intense job, huh?"

"I'm just a resident right now, actually. I don't have the experience to perform surgery myself yet, but I do get to be a surgical assistant a lot," she said, a hint of relief behind her smile that told Jason he'd made the right choice. "It's really fascinating. A little gross, but I've long since gotten used to the gore of it all."

"Not at the dinner table, dear," Maddie chided gently, a soft laugh in her tone.

And just like that, the loaded atmosphere was gone, and the other Fentons were talking more about themselves, rather than interrogating Jason.

He learned that Jazz had wanted to be a brain surgeon since middle school—except for a brief stint during med school where she'd seriously considered switching to psychology before ultimately deciding to stay on the track she'd started with.

He learned that Jack and Maddie were both paranormal scientists. That they'd been written off as crackpots years ago, but as aliens, meta-humans, magicians, and other supernatural entities gradually became more commonplace over the years, the two of them had also gradually become highly respected experts in their field. Jack even invited Jason to go ghost hunting with them, which Jason apologetically declined, reminding the enthusiastic man that he and Danny would be returning to Gotham in the morning.

The more time passed, the more the conversation shifted.

There was a little more talk about cooking and trading recipes. It caught Jazz's attention when Danny mentioned how much Jason liked books, although the topic quickly petered out when he revealed his preference for fiction and especially classics, whereas Jazz was more inclined toward non-fiction, particularly scientific and medical journals.

After dinner wound down and they got up to put away the food and dishes, Jack and Maddie remarked what a wonderful time they'd had, and invited Danny and Jason back for Christmas.

Jason opened his mouth to accept, jumping at the excuse to turn down Alfred's inevitable invitation to spend the holiday with his own family, but Danny spoke before he could say anything.

"Sorry, but we can't," he said. "I'd love to, but unfortunately, I'm gonna have to work this Christmas, and I can't get out of it."

Jason furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. Thankfully, after Danny's statement, no one was looking at Jason, or they would have no doubt seen the skepticism on his face.

"Oh no, are you sure?" Maddie asked, pouting.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Danny insisted apologetically.

"But it's Christmas!" Jack moaned. "They can't make you work on Christmas! I thought Bruce Wayne was supposed to be a good guy!"

"I know, but I really really have to. Sorry, but maybe next year."

His parents pouted and complained, but didn't challenge him further. Jason didn't either, even though he happened to know for a fact that Wayne Enterprises gave Christmas off for everyone but a skeleton crew of essential employees who volunteered to spend the holiday at work for a massive bonus—and test pilots were not essential employees. In fact, the entire aeronautics and space department got a week off for the holiday, whether they celebrated or not.

However, if Danny was lying to his parents, Jason figured he had to have a good reason. Lord knew Jason lied to his family all the time, so it wasn't like he had any room to judge anyway. So he kept quiet and let Danny have his lie.

After an hour to digest, Maddie broke out the desserts, and they all partook in ice-cream, brownies, and the best key-lime pie Jason had ever had in his life.

Then came a few hours of board games: Clue, Monopoly, Life. Jason won Clue, but Jazz claimed victory at Life, and Maddie absolutely smoked them all at Monopoly—he should have known that would be the case when she pulled out a custom green ghost monopoly piece, which Jack had apparently given her for her birthday a few years ago.

It was getting very late when they all decided to turn in. Jazz headed up to her room first, but the rest of them quickly followed after deciding against a round of cards.

Danny led Jason up to his childhood bedroom. The walls were pale blue, with posters for NASA, and some band Jason had never heard of called Dumpty Humpty. There were glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, and video game figurines on a shelf above his desk.

Everything was slightly dusty after years of disuse. His parents had clearly tidied up before he came to visit, but not that thoroughly.

The two of them changed into nightclothes and climbed into bed—he had a full-size bed, rather than a twin, so it wasn't as cramped as it might've been. Danny turned the lights off before climbing in after Jason, and they turned to face each other in bed, both tired, but neither ready to fall asleep just yet.

Jason looked into Danny's eyes, which always seemed to glow a faint Lazarus green in the darkness, and wondered, not for the first time, if his own eyes did the same. He never asked, though, afraid he wouldn't like the answer.

For a long moment, they just watched each other in silence.

"Why did you lie about working on Christmas?" Jason asked softly.

The question had been nagging at him all evening. He just couldn't figure out why Danny would make up excuses to skip out on another holiday when Thanksgiving had gone so well. Unless Danny didn't think it had.

Danny's lips pinched into a sour expression for a moment, but then he sighed.

"Christmas with my family isn't like Thanksgiving with my family," he explained. "Even before I fell out with them, Christmas was like torture, and I've always hated it. I haven't celebrated Christmas since I moved out at eighteen, and I don't ever want to again, especially not with them."

Even though his voice was level, Jason could tell how strongly Danny felt about this. It actually surprised him to hear his boyfriend so intensely serious about such a typically light-hearted holiday.

He swallowed and then cautiously spoke again.

"Do you want to spend it with me, then?" he offered. Then quickly added, "We don't have to celebrate or anything. We can just have a regular date; I'll make dinner, and we can just hang out together.... Only if you want to, I mean."

"You don't want to celebrate yourself?" Danny asked, quirking his eyebrows.

Jason scoffed quietly. "More like I want to be able to tell my family I have plans so I don't have to celebrate with them."

"Ah, gotcha. Understandable," Danny said. "That sounds nice... but actually...." He seemed hesitant to say anything more, but Jason waited patiently and eventually Danny continued. "There is a winter holiday that I do celebrate around Christmastime, not always on the same day, but usually pretty close."

"What's that?"

"It's called Truce... it's... it's... a holiday." Danny replied, sounding nervous.

After a beat of contemplative silence Jason said "... uh... okay? I've never heard of it before. Tell me about it? Is this some religious thing? Because I thought you were an atheist."

Danny shook his head and quickly jumped to explain. "No it's not... I guess you could say it's a spiritual holiday, but it's nothing to do with religion," he said. One hand poked up over the top of the blanket to gesticulate awkwardly between the two of them. "Basically, on Truce, violence of any kind is strictly off limits. It's a day of peace, where you put aside all your grudges and hatred, and spend the day celebrating with the people around you, friends and enemies, good and evil, right and wrong—for just one day, none of it matters. No crime and no justice"

Jason nodded slowly. "That sounds... nice," he said cautiously. In truth it sounded vaguely culty and Jason was starting to get a little bit concerned about the kind of stuff his boyfriend was apparently into without his knowing.

"Learning about it was basically the only thing that saved me from writing off the entire month of December as unsalvageable." Danny admitted.

"It also kinda sounds like a cult thing." Jason decided to voice his concerns, just in case Danny really wasn't aware of that fact.

"It's not a cult thing! It's a cultural thing... or... subculture?" His conviction wavered even as he spoke, which didn't really ease Jason's suspicions. "I don't know." He shook his head. "You don't have to celebrate with me if you don't want to, but I'm gonna have a couple of friends over for it and—" Danny cut himself off with a huffy sigh.

"No, I want to!" Jason said quickly. "I mean it sounds very culty, but if it's important to you, I want to be a part of it. And if it is a cult thing, I want to know so I can determine how much danger you're in."

"It's not a cult!" Danny insisted, and he yanked the pillow out from under his head to whack Jason with it.

Jason laughed and pretended to spit feathers out of his mouth, even though it wasn't a feather pillow, and Danny laughed with him before putting his pillow back where it belonged.

Jason wasn't entirely joking about the cult thing, but he knew it would do no good to press the issue when all he had was suspicions and no evidence.

"We should get some sleep," Jason suggested instead, faking a yawn for good measure which almost immediately turned into a real yawn. It had been quite the day. "We can talk about it more tomorrow."

"Alright," Danny agreed through a yawn of his own. "Good night, Jason."

"Night, Danny," Jason said.

He rolled over once so Danny couldn't see the concern on his face, but he quickly fell asleep.

[brucewaynehater101]

I miss the feeling I had when I first joined this fandom, I knew virtually nothing so everything was correct and I loved everything, even if that stuff just isn’t true, i was like

Bruce is a bit emotionally constipated but loves his kids? Hell yeah sounds legit

dick is a silly happy flippy man who is a bit promiscuous? Love that for him

Jason is a mega feminist literature nerd who is also buff and takes care of the street kids? Perfect man honest

Tim is a nerd who never sleeps and is queer and has never known the touch of a man nor woman? Sweet

Steph is waffle obsessed goofball? Well I prefer pancakes but right on

Cass is a mute badass who loves her fam? I love her

Duke is a normal dude? Well someone has to be and he seems neat

Alfred can do no wrong? Aight, I love old perfect tea men

Damian is a little prick? So are all middle schoolers give him time

But then I had to go learn about the characters and now I have complex opinions about them, and can see the inherent racism and sexism in how they are portrayed

You know before I joined the bat fandom I did not use the exclude tag in ao3? Like tmnt and dp have some bad stuff but usually I could just scroll past.

but now I am having to avoid fics where whole ass adults are bullying and/or oversexulizing a child

Im constantly on the look out for untagged batcwst

I struggle to find fics that don’t describe dicks ass

I have been in this fandom for probably about two years now and y’all I swear

sorry for ranting, and don’t worry I love all your stuff and I know the just back click don’t leave mean comments rule

I’m just tried bc most of the stuff I thought was true turned out to be false

Mm. I do find it a little exhausting trying to navigate the lines of what's canon, what shouldn't be canon (but is due to racism/sexism/homophobia/etc.), and just having fun.

I'm also trying to cultivate the mindset of what I've seen on Tumblr about not policing other people's ships/ideas. I am highly uncomfortable with some (particularly underaged people and adults dating), but I'm also not leaving hate comments. Like you said, the backspace exists for a reason.

Idk. There's a toooon of takes/ideas about the batfam that are inherently false, but as long as they aren't racist/sexist/etc takes, I don't see the harm in them. So what if someone wants a coffee obsessed Tim? So what if Jason's kill code is very strict? As long as they don't claim it's canon, let them be

But yeah. I have a mile long exclude list for fics on AO3. I used to use it only for triggers (I can not do stockhold syndrome, my lords), but now it's got other weird ass shit I've stumbled upon (I saw a fic where the batkids were spanked as punishment??? Like I said, not gonna leave hate comments or single anyone out. Just not my cup of tea).

I also am usually not a fan of romance/sex. It's why the batfam intrigued me so much (found families usually don't have that in it). I like exploring dynamics outside of romance and thus love the batfam. They've got so much going on that romance/sex is not needed. They are such a mess without that dynamic being added (talking about the Bats getting with a third party, but, again, trying not to yuck anyone's yum).

However, I agree. There's a ton of misinformation within fandom. I like how complex canon gets with the characters, but there's also widely different takes with them (mostly talking about Bruce here. He can either be trying or just a straight up horrible dad).

[deadendwips]

Dead on Main Prompt.

But it's just Jason's wedding vows on their mostly "arranged" marriage, it's a fanfic quote no one expected but it surely is the most romantic shit everyone has ever heard and Danny's crying while listening.

Anyway you can imagine the quote but personally I chose the: "I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion." - by The song of Achilles.

I don't know it just fits their vibe so well it makes me cry 'cause I want that for me.

Like... Their marriage wasn't something expected, they didn't know each other before Danny got to Gotham, but it sure was great matchmaking from their little wingman Damian. The little gremlin got their show running and after a few "accidental" encounters, a few awkward small talks, lots of chemistry and losing their mind on not being able to talk with each other like normal people do, they finnaly got to go on dates and appreciate each other and their respective interests and passions.

We got ghost courting rituals, Joker losing some limbs (and his tongue), we snowball fights as a bonding exercise with the whole family, a long engagement with slow burn (but not that slow!), someone hitting Batman on the shins for being a stuck up bitch about killing (we don't kill in this city, we only incapacitate forever time and Danny will make use of the loophole), we got sibling bonding time with hunting the city for good gifts, burning down the government of the US, leading a rebellion, saving the turtles and the planet while on it, you know... the works.

(I got to thinking [never a good thing for me lol] about this prompt because of my decent into dcxdp rabbit hole and @kuroishuuha post about Damian wanting the guy-who-doesn't-need-a-magic-flute-to-enchant-animals-and-can-bring-extinct-species-back-to-the-mortal-plane into the family by way of marriage. Can't blame the guy 'cause I woukd do the same)

[bunnyathy]

my favorite and funny silly headcannons (not rlly) and ooc ideas about the batfamily:

Damian Wayne:

- has a dedicated social media accounts for his pets. he gets income and sponsorship from luxury pet brands all the time because of it. he doesn’t really care about the money he’s just happy his pets get to have free stuff that give them a better and spoiled life.

- bro’s a gen alpha he’s probably a brainrot humor kind of kid but he hides it well but it comes out at random times

- he’s a dedicated hater, he loved kendrick lamar’s drake diss songs

- his personal/ official Damian Wayne tiktok account is literally just a hate page for his brothers (but in an endearing way he still loves them)

- prefers watching reels over tiktok bcs of the funny comments and the unhinged reels that come out there

- Damian Wayne is a weeb… he was absolutely there during the Anime tiktok lockdown era (if he was even born yet idk) so he knows all the cringe weeb shit.. he quotes it at random times….

- Damian was strictly shoujo mangas and anime but Jon showed him My Hero Academia and he LOVED it. he respects Koda and likes his quirk. MHA was one of the only mangas he read that’s not shoujo lol. (lets ignore the part where there was official damian wayne art where there was a chainsaw man manga with him (i dislike csm))

- he probably did one of those kpop pc decora things out of a printed picture of his fave anime character cough bakugo and tamaki suoh cough (he got influenced by flatline nika)

- he most likely listens to Twice bcs Flatline suggested it to him (this is not bcs I am a once (yes it is))

Batfam:

- to be able to keep up with Brucie Wayne’s diva it boy appearance he occasionally does those derma clinic facials and time to time he invites his kids. Stephanie absolutely is always with him, Cass as well but she’s only there because Steph seems to love it so she’ll always do what Steph loves. It came to a point where Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Duke Thomas started to become pretty boys (Jason is not there he could not stand Brucie persona)

- there has been rumors of Brucie Wayne having a bbl and to prove them all wrong Brucie posted a gym workout where his focus was his ass. lets just say BRUCIE JUICY ASS?? on twitter was trending and the kids HATED it. maybe haha certain heroes liked it a little more than others lmfao

- Damian got hyperfixated on into the spiderverse and across the spiderverse he forced his whole family to rewatch it with him

- Jason got asked to come over to the manor by one of the siblings and took a sneaky pic of his whole body just to put it in one of those “dance if you love your family” ai dancing thing on tiktok. he never came back to the manor….

- Tim and Damian have this online feud in tiktok where they comment unhinge and insulting comments to their public official account each other but ofc its filtered so it can cross the tos. Damian once commented “I hope to see you hanging in the streets” and almost got banned from tiktok

- whenever any of the fam asks something from Cass that she doesn’t wanna do she goes “sorry I’m mute” (she takes advantage of her not so disability) Stephanie taught her that she said it would be funny. it works sometimes bcs the other was probably too tired to notice or just goes along bcs they think Cass learning gen Z humor is funny.

aight ive ran out of ideas they were just mostly damian and batfam AHAHAHAH