#and jason robin was just a lil guy doing his best

[christopher-bryant]

Nothing bothers me more than fans swapping their personalities. Jason is this calm, centered and surprisingly friendly nerd and Dick is the angry, zero patience anti social one. People seem to think that Dick is just the happy one full of quips and Jason is a menace but like...for the love of god read ANY issue of any run and you'll see page after page of Jason saying the dorkiest lines and Dick saying the bitchiest remarks often unprompted.

"Jason Todd was a menace of a Robin"

WRONG Jason Todd was a sweet lil lad who liked to read fucking Shakespear

DICK GRAYSON WAS 11 YEARS OLD AND LOOKING FOR HIS PARENTS KILLER TO MURDER

He also beat Joker to death after Jason died, Dick is probably the most angry Robin to ever traffic light his way through Gotham.

[trashmakerarticle]

Okay this may be a lil inaccurate but guys listen, just listen

Every robin has different parents but like obviously with Batman

So Batman and Superman is dicks dads (they acted like a married couple)

Batman and catwoman are Jason’s parents (the divorced couple),

Tim was the parent + plus Alfred being the best grandfather (you’re doing great sweetie)

And dick and Bruce (NOT ROMANTIC!! I REPEAT!!! NOT ROMANTIC!!!) are his dads (dick-baba, Bruce-father) and obviously Talia being his mother.

Basically each of them have Batman but a different step parent??? IS THIS MAKING SENSE???

[punkeropercyjackson]

See,the Hobie and Jason thing is i DO think they'd be close but not in the way people think they would-The assumption is based off vibes that're innacurate to Jason's character and based just on punk stereotypes and horniness over a guy who gets grossed out over being hit on at first meeting.As a Jason expert and afro-dominicano myself,there is no other reaction he would have to meeting the Spiderfam except making a b-line to the lil nigga talking with his hands to someone who's not really listening to ask him to tell him what he's rambling about i.e Miles and they'd like and get along best out of every combo based on their actual personalities and stories and Hobie's closest Batfam member would be Duke for the same reasons,including the similarities between them.But i do support the Miles and Duke instant besties agenda so i raise a compromise:All four of 'em are best friends on sight.Lil quirked up black boys friend group.Jason is the 2000s alt older brother trope but Zuko style(core part of the friend group but significantly older).Miles is a bigender she/they and Hobie is a scrawny ass femme faggot.Duke is metal as hell but also a total geek.They go to Batburger and do petty crime sprees for fun or letting out frustration.Duke and Jason are eachother's Robin and Punkflower is real.The Batband aka 'main Batboys' but it loves black people and isn't lying about being illiterate unless they get to read white people kinks

[britcision]

Alright, not a lot for you this WIP Wednesday, I have been doing a lot of spring cleaning! But here you go, just a lil Jason getting out there to keep an eye on his family

Featuring Harper Row for the first actual time, cuz she’s great and she deserves to be here!

First part of chapter 13, the rest is, as always, in the tags. Title is subject to change

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Hello Crime Lord My Old Friend

About twenty minutes after dropping Danny off at his dorm, Jason was suited up and ready to go.

Well, he’d stayed outside until he’d seen Danny shut the door behind him first. Jason had some fucking manners, though if pressed he couldn’t name who’d taught him them.

Danny’s dorm was about fifteen minutes from one of Jason’s better safe houses, as it happened. Jason had never been to a dorm, but from Danny’s stories?

A step below Teen Titans’ bunks, and those had sucked. Less privacy, smaller rooms, and more people? Who weren’t even part of the same team?

Maybe next semester Jason could offer to let Danny move in. He didn’t need need the safe house.

Red Hood could always buy the building. There were other apartments and while they weren’t luxurious, they beat half his other spots. The neighbourhood wasn’t bad either.

It’d be nice to pay Danny back a bit. Not have him closer. Just. Repay some of the debt by giving him a place to stay, rent free.

And maybe, just a little bit, the part of Jason that enjoyed the romanticism of his period novels kinda liked the idea. An estate for the king on your lands was a big deal back then.

A slightly more modern part of him thought being a landlord for his ruler would also be pretty funny. He figured Danny would enjoy that side too.

And it wasn’t like the guy could complain, since he’d literally given Jason back himself. Yeah, Jason was gonna pull that one out if Danny tried any familiar “oh I can’t accept this” on him.

Fixing his core was pretty damn god level on the favours spectrum. Jason could do whatever the hell he liked and Danny would just have to deal with it.

It cheered him up a little more, kept him in a good mood on the ride back to his safe house. It was more time where he couldn’t help Cass, but seriously?

Danny could change in a matter of seconds and be at her side not much slower. Walls, cars, goons, Jason had this feeling that none of it would slow Danny down.

And yeah, knowing that helped, but there was still a piece of him that only unknotted as he slid his helmet on and headed to the window.

“Hey, Black Bat. Busy?” He asked as the comms switched from earpiece to helmet display.

Of course he wore both. People kept trying to steal his damn helmet. That was also what the internal explosives were for.

The others all piped up when they heard him, Harper and Steph calling cheerful greetings around an ongoing conversation.

“Shit, Hood’s in, this mean I can go back to bed?” Bluebird teased. Spoiler cut her off immediately.

“Hell no, it can’t be a school night, Robin’s here! Great timing though Hood, we’re planning Red Robin’s eulogy and you have some experience there,” Spoiler chirped brightly, and Jason hesitated.

Sucked in a breath. He wasn’t gonna judge anyone else’s coping mechanisms until they got past “heads in a bag” levels.

Best to ignore it, since she wasn’t actually trying to set him off.

What the hell had Tim done since they’d left the manor?

Shaking his head, Jason settled into Red Hood and hopped onto the fire escape, scaling easily to the roof.

“Black Bat?” He repeated instead of answering, and half smiled when Spoiler groaned dramatically.

Black Bat answered in the considerate group pause.

“Not busy. Why?” She sounded amused, not even particularly tired, and Jason relaxed enough to slip all the way in.

“Thinking of going a little out of my way tonight. Wondered if you’d mind a tagalong?” Red Hood asked, hoping he sounded casual.

It wasn’t like he’d been planning to patrol the Alley anyway; his guys had already been told to handle it. He’d have to run around tomorrow night to keep the creepers scared, but he could have a couple off.

The tiny pause before her answer didn’t quite feel like judgement, but Jason muted before blowing out the sigh as she did. It wasn’t like the others needed to know he’d been stressing.

“Sure. Meet at the library?” She’d had his tracker up. Hood nodded, turning and running for the edge of the roof.

“Sounds good.” And they’d probably wound Spoiler up enough, she’d start plotting vengeance for being ignored soon. “So what the hell did Little Red do?”

“Brought Too Fine to the Bat Cave,” Spoiler told him with relish, not noticeably put out by the delay.

Not necessarily a good sign, since she was also this enthusiastic while actively plotting against him.

Wait.

Too Fine was Tucker’s hacker name.

“But he doesn’t know about us,” Red Hood said with a frown, catching an outcropping and swinging on.

“Oh, now you tell me,” Tim groused while the others snickered, “what a shame you didn’t think to when it’d have actually been helpful!”

News to Hood that he was on, probably still in the cave.

“He knows now,” Nightwing chimed in brightly, probably also travelling from the slight strain in his voice.

Hood paused for a moment, letting that sink in before attempting the next jump.

“Is he on comm?” He asked warily, because if Tim brought Tucker to the bat cave, it was entirely possible that they were all outed.

And that Tucker might tell Danny.

Shit, he still had to text Harley. Resolving to do it once he hit the library, he set back to running, throwing himself across another street.

Cass would probably take a little longer to get there.

“He’ll be back, he’s in the bathroom,” Tim explained with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “It’s not all bad, he’s given me the full story on what happened in Amity Park. Witness account and all.”

“From a witness you let down to the bat cave~” Spoiler sang sweetly across the air.

Red Hood could hear Oracle rolling her eyes as she cut in.

“Tone it down, Batgirl. Bluebird, if you’re still thinking of heading in, could you swing past one last site on your way?” She said firmly, then lightening her tone for their current guest.

“Batgirl who? I’m Spoiler,” Spoiler grumbled, but didn’t push beyond that. None of them did when Oracle invoked the name she’d had second.

Bluebird snickered at her before answering the question, a hint of exertion suggesting she was on the move too.

“I’m not actually in a rush to go home, O, I got all dressed up so I might as well enjoy one last hurrah.”

Right, because she’d be going back to school probably when Danny did.

Harper had always been a damn good hero in Jason’s books, but she valued her retirement and none of them really wanted to ruin it. Unless, apparently, seven bats just had to stalk Jason’s new friends.

Hood would have apologized, but frankly if she’d said no, some of the others couldn’t have come to the gala to be a pain in his ass.

And then he couldn’t have had so much fun fucking with them.

Fine. One cool fruit basket for the Row household, and some rainbow cupcakes for Cullen. He needed practice on frosting roses anyway.

Although that also reminded him.

“Hey Bluebird, have the others filled you in on Phantom?” He asked, cutting off some more background chatter from Spoiler and Tim.

Nightwing and the girls had had hours by now.

“What, your new boyfriend?” Bluebird asked sweetly, and Hood rolled his eyes.

Probably hit the important shit then.

“Sent you a picture?” He asked instead, decidedly not entertaining that question.

Nightwing and Spoiler snickered. Hood flipped off their general directions, settling himself comfortably on the roof of the library to wait for Black Bat.

There was a short pause, the others now wondering what he was getting at. Good.

“In and out of suit,” Bluebird agreed, curiosity tinging with mild suspicion. Being out of retirement clearly wasn’t good for her.

Hood nodded, pulling out his phone and shooting Harley a quick text. It might be moot now, asking her not to mention Red Hood shit in front of Danny, but he might as well.

He still had to ask if Waylon knew. No reason not to do both, just in case. And see if Tucker knew when he got back.

“I know you’re outta the game, but keep the light show to a minimum if you see him around, okay?” He asked, scanning quickly over the list Danny’d cleared for public discussion.

He didn’t know if Tucker would have mentioned it, but he might as well. Cause of death was good, but Jason personally would veto “and the effects it may have now”.

Because fuck Bruce and his need for everyone to show him their weaknesses.

Bluebird definitely sounded curious now, and possibly like she was punching someone.

“Oh? He not big on the electricity?” She wondered aloud, and Hood grimaced.

Because if they were both at Gotham U in engineering… there was actually a chance Harper and Danny would run into each other.

Danny was older, but Harper skipped a couple years and he had no idea what year Danny was in. Fuck, they might be in the same classes. He couldn’t believe he’d never thought of that.

“Not exactly. You mighta seen him around actually, he’s a techie boy too. But he’s not a fan of the electricity flying around,” he explained, Nightwing making background noises that told Hood he hadn’t put the pieces together either.

Good. At least he wasn’t alone.

Bluebird made an interested hum, and probably a finishing blow considering the satisfaction when she spoke next.

“I thought he looked familiar. But then, he’s total Wayne-bait. Yeah, I can keep the good stuff under wraps if I see him around. Gonna guess he’s had some bad shocks in the line of work?”

Hood hesitated and in exactly the same instant Black Bat landed on the roof. Sam had given them all the warning about talking about a ghost’s death, so he could leave it at that.

But…

The way Danny had looked when he explained about Vlad. Yeah, he’d rather they took this seriously. He didn’t want any of his family to hurt Danny, even by accident.

“It’s how he died. He won’t spontaneously combust or anything, but it’s a bad memory.”

Silence reigned while the others absorbed that particular detail, Black Bat crossing to crouch on the roof beside him. Hood leaned over enough to bump their shoulders together.

He could almost feel concern radiating off her, which was an extra weird experience after literally feeling all of Danny’s emotions half the day.

Guess that was where Cass’s liminality was going. It made sense, kind of; despite her occasional trouble speaking, she was pretty much the clearest communicator in the family.

Having another back up way to make herself heard would only fit.

On a whim, he tried projecting comfort back to her.

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[just-an-enby-lemon]

Some of My WTNV/DC AU no one asked for:

Janet Lubelle: Then he goes "Janet we can't keep going like that, there's an ethics code for a reason."

Jonathan Crane: What a coward!

Lubelle: Right?! I tried to make him see reason, I went: "Carlos, the pursue of answers should meet no bounds. That what we call ethics are just arbitrary rules created because people are just too emotional over the truth and it's methods" and the absolute asshole just packed his things and left the university! He got transfered to Gotham because his lil baby fewings got hurt. People die all the time. They should be honored they died for science.

Jonathan: Exactally!

Lubelle: Well I couldn't let he have all the fun while not being totaly driven to understand Gotham. So I'm here.

Jonathan: And you want for us to exchange research pappers and text subjects?

Lubelle: Only some of those. Make it peer reviewed.

Jonathan: It'll be a pleasure.

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Kevin: And the family would never ever stop smiling again, not only because of the scars they carved in adoration but because the Smilling God entered their minds and broke them until they were happy even as their house burn with their grandma inside. The end.

Joker: *amazed and a bit spooked* Say what?

Kevin: Oh! You only heard the end part! This is my favorite childhood fairy tale. Is soo heartwarming!

Joker: I like you!

Kevin: *smilling even wilder* Thank you, newcommer. *points to the bloodied spot in Jokers suit* You have a great taste in clothing!

Joker: Why, thank you. I also like yours. I'm Joker!

Kevin: I heard about you! Your smilex killed some of my followers.

Joker: *ready to fight* Oh bummer.

Kevin: No, no, it was great. I never saw them so happy their smilles were so wide. I had to try it for myself. Didn't work unfortunally. *almost drops smille* But not to fret! The Smilling God knows what He does, they were unable to smile by themselfs. I have no such a problem and need no solution.

Joker: And people say I am crazy.

Kevin: *threatning* This is a mean thing to say, don't you think?

Joker: Oh no, my new friend, I consider madness to be a compliment.

Kevin: Friend? Are we friends? I always wanted a friend. The last one gave me a letter and leaved!

Joker: *a bit too much in manipulative mode but also genuinally impressed with this random new crazy rogue* I would love to be your friend. Nay, your best friend. I'm a clown and it's a pleasure to meet other people focused in making everyone smile. What do you think?

Kevin: YES! *jumps excitedly* Best friends, please!

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Charles: All I am saying is...

Tim: Look I am impressed you figured out mt secret identy and you're a really nice guy but I don't think Batman needs your help.

Charles: Carlos helps!

Tim: Carlos is a scientist!

Charles: I could help you with cult leaders and mystical stuff.

Tim: How many cult leaders Gotham even has?

Red Hood: Hey, theologist guy, I just found a third evil cult and I might be needing some- Tim?

Tim: Hood?

Charles: Hi. Jason.

Tim: Wait you know Jason's identity as well?

Charles: Yeah. And Robin's.

Tim: And you don't know who Batman is?

Charles: No clue.

Tim: How???

Jason: Can we talk about it after we deal with the new cult leader? We have two of those minor ones with dangerous cults every day in this hellhole and Huntress and I are the only ones dealing with it.

Charles: Is Helena okay? She and Sage were having some relationship problems.

Tim: I give up.

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Batman: This is an emergency! There is a weird person following me around. They think they are hidden but they are not, they send minions sometimes, others they are there, they aren't tall nor short and dress with things like furry pants and a bow tie, no shirt; a rocking dress with a poncho and other odd combinations and always always has recording equipament . I still don't know the identity of this individual. But it seems to be a new criminal force studying their target and we should be cautious.

Dick: Furry pants and a bow tie? Recording equipament... Oh you're talking about the radio host.

Bruce: Who?

Dick: Me and Babs always listen to his show.

Barbara: I think I recorded today's show just in case we were unable to watch it on time. I'm sending it to you, B.

*recordings*

Cecil: The man who calls himself Batman striked again. Everyday he walks in the night, beats up people and buys a slice of Big Rico's Pizza. No one does a slice like Big Rico's. No one. As of late he again took out a normal family operation on the nightvalean area because apparently the taming and possession of too many antics is "iligal" and "dangerous". Now at first I was a defender of this new guy, yes it is weird he calls himself Batman and isn't visibly part bat but isn't it worse to define he isn't and has no claim on his heritage just because it isn't obvious? And he has a bunch of armed kids! Has Tamika Flyn not showed us we should trust armed heavilly trained kids? But that was then. Now he is attacking our comunity! Arresting and beating up members of our comunity and friends of our comunity. Shame on this Batman and shame on his heavilly trained kids and a bit less shame on his super cute and sexy scientist guy cause he is new and obviously is being tricked because someone as perfect as Carlos would never.

Cecil: On other news Waylon Jones also known as Killer Croc wants to talk with you. He wants to just talk something as friends and to apologize to your neighboor for potentially eating his grandma but also wants to discuss some more important details of your plans, he is going to do it at... my house? *reading* "nanana uh-hu Cecil please keep this friendly get along private" oh listerners, I'm sorry, it appears I was reading my personal text mensages instead of my notes. I'm so sorry. Silly me. The one who is going to visit you is Victor Zsass, he already has a scar with your name and his knife is ready, you know what you did.

Cecil: Finally the neigboorhood concil wants to inform that there is a Scarecrow attack planned for this friday. They recomend you cancel all your apointments and lock yourselfs at home with the aproved gas masks. This is of course the Gotham tradicional protocol. They do add to the protocol however that if you want to be hitted by Scarecrow's fear toxin do not scream degrading things like "Scarecrow hottie hit me hard with your fumes" nor be disrespectfull of his power by being overly friendly, simply go to public spaces and screem "I'm not afraid of you" or idealy scream "please no have mercy". If you are imnune to the toxin decorum also recomends you should pretend to be scared, you don't wanna hurt his feelings, do you?

[zuzuzuko]

Okay... thoughts on Batman 138:

Batman is a super villain now???????? like what he did to Jason is some super villain shit wtf??? i know Zur is controlling him but like he made Zur so does that even matter????

the writers really hate Jason huh

feel like this is really gonna ruin Jason's character if they don't fix it somehow

very confused how this and Batman and Robin are going on at the same time??? like Gotham War is MENTIONED in the first Batman and Robin but it literally doesn't make ANY sense for them to be going on at the same time

Oracle walking around annoys the fuck out of me but whats new

I like that Tim admitted he couldn't take Damian in a fight.

I have mixed feelings about him handcuffing him to a pole. Like on one hand... you're handcuffing my lil guy to a pole. But on the other hand it feels like Damian is being taken seriously and Tim knows he has to get Damian out of the way before he can move on. So like I said.. mixed feelings

hated the whole "you always try to fight him while I always try to save him" like the writers could have absolutely called back to Tim's origin as Robin without putting down Damian. They even do it in a later panel in this same issue so that just felt super unnecessary but what's new.

Batman saying he sees his children as criminals????????? and trying to get them captured so their identities can be revealed?????????

Dick got to let out ✨ The Rage ✨.... and Tim stopped him booooo fun killer

"i don't have any knives" *next panel he's seen cutting the ropes*

Damian getting left behind 😔 although probably for the best bc Batman has gone off the deep end. But I will say AGAIN this makes NO sense in the context of Batman and Robin

I loved the Tim and Damian hug like I know a lot of people hated it but let me have this okay. Definitely a one sided hug that Damian reluctantly allows. Is it super weird timing (after just handcuffing him to a pole)? SURE. But Idk I just feel like even if you have rivalry with your siblings ... like you still CARE about them okay and I like that that was shown.

"how do I stop loving?" okay like if he stops loving like literally what even is the point

[unisexobject]

Chapter VIII. Sirens (Part II).

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: After finding Eddie and learning about Hawkin's hidden world, you share an intimate moment with your bestfriend, revealing your inner most feelings.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of abuse, domestic violence, alcoholism, drug use, lil bit of fluff, two dumb dumbs who don't know how to communicate, etc...

A/N: Part 2 baby!

The car rolled to a stop with a hiss. As all five of you hopped out of Steve's car, panic struck you hard. You had explained on the way over that you were at Eddie's trailer in the morning, only to find police and media crew nestled in every goddamn nook and cranny, like an infestation of flies lining the inside of a rotting corpse.

Whatever you couldn't explain, Dustin did. And while you were albeit confused at his extensive knowledge, you noted his words carefully. You were surprised that Robin and Steve would even listen to Dustin, considering that he was a child and that they barely knew Eddie.

You sensed some sort of undercurrent of knowledge that you did not possess. The knowing glances they exchanged and lingering stares that arised between the four of them, filled you with anxiety and discontent.  

You clicked on your flashlight to illuminate the dark night as Dustin used the pad of his thumb to ring the doorbell of Reefer Rick’s house. Apparently it was an address found in the Family Video computer and because he was in prison, it could be a possible hideout for Eddie. You always wondered who supplied his drugs or how he could even fund his endeavour, but always found it best not to ask - "the less you know the better, sweetheart" he'd say.

When no one answered, Dustin splayed his palms flat and banged on the door loudly.

"Eddie!" He exclaimed wildly. "We just want to talk!"

To Steve's dismay, he didn't stop his unrelenting bangs and bellows. 

You peered your flashlight through the window, hoping to see his rigid form illuminated through the dusty glass. All you could see was dated furniture and the swirling of kicked up dust.

"Rick! Reefer Rick!" Dustin continued, adamant that someone would answer his frantic roars.

As Steve tried to pry Dustin away from the old and dilapidated house, you walked around to the side, noting a boathouse in the distance. Max followed suit, her blinding flashlight casting you in a shimmering radiance.

You turned toward her, motioning to the light which shone arch at the front of the dark boathouse.

"Hey guys?" She called out, gaining the attention of Steve, Robin and Dustin.

The whole group of you decided to walk toward it carefully, peeking through windows once more in hopes of seeing your best friend.

Robin pushed open the door first.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" She posed to the cold night air.

Everyone followed behind her.

"What a dump." Steve remarked, focusing on spots where streams of light from his torch brightened.

You wandered around thinking of nothing but Eddie. You were desperate to find him. Whatever happened, you knew it wasn't in Eddie's nature to hurt anybody - let alone kill. Hell, he wouldn't even throw a punch back to Jason when he was being pummelled into concrete oblivion. 

The thought of him murdering someone felt so far away and illusory. Like a horrible fable told to scare children, but grown adults learn that it was a lie and know never to believe.

As the five of you kept inspecting and searching for signs of Eddie, Steve flicked off his torch with a click. He picked up an ore and started stabbing a plastic tarp that was bundled up in an abandoned boat.

"What are you doing?" Dustin questioned impatiently.

"He might be in here."

You quietly smirked at Steve's incredulousness as the two of them bickered like an old married couple. It was the first thing to make you slightly soften all day. 

"Hey, look over here." Max remarked, pulling you and Robin out of your reverie.

She started to cast her flashlight onto open wrappers and empty glass bottles.

"Someone was here." She muttered, noting the amount of food wrappers that were scattered across the table.

You came up behind her, hoping to find some sort of evidence of Eddie in the rubbish, but saw nothing. Your shoulders deflated as you looked over to Robin solemnly.

She regarded you with pity.

"Don't worry, Steve will get them with his ore." Dustin remarked playfully, teasing Steve and his choice of weaponry.

He continued to poke the bunched up tarp aggressively.

"Well, considering most of us in this room have almost died a hundred times, I don't think it's funny to-"

Suddenly, Steve was cut off as a large black shadow erupted from the tarp and rammed Steve against the shed wall with an echoing thud.

"Woah, woah, woah, Steve!" Dustin yelled, as the four of you backed away from whatever or whoever was attacking Steve. 

As if your heart knew before your brain did, you recognised Eddie.

"Oh my God, Eddie." You exclaimed breathlessly, eyes never leaving his feverish form.

You took in his frantic state as he held a jagged bottle edge to Steve's throat. His hair was unkempt and he was still wearing the same clothes you saw him in on Friday. Eddie's chocolate eyes were widened in fear, his whole body shaking with tremulous convulsions.

He snapped his head to the right, making direct eye contact with you after hearing your voice. Steve squirmed under his forceful grip, writhing against the shed wall where Eddie had him pinned.

Desperation filled Steve's eyes as he struggled to breathe with such a sharp edge near his throbbing throat vein.

Eddie whispered your name in bewilderment, still shaking and manic.

You nodded your head slowly, stepping a little closer. You watched as he followed your figure disbelievingly, almost certain that you were a figment of his imagination.

You looked over at Steve, who appeared as if he were about to pass out any second.

Eddie couldn't believe that you were here, standing before him. He wished for you desperately as soon as Chrissy floated and crumbled before his eyes. In the aftermath of what he was certain was her death, he sobbed violently, afraid of what you would think of him - a murderous deadbeat just like his namesake.

"Eds, you gotta let Steve go. He won't hurt you, isn't that right?" You implored, begging Steve to play along with your implicit glare.

Eddie looked away from you, his dark eyes trained on Steve. He didn't trust him, that is if the past Eddie had with king-of-the-school jocks meant anything. But he didn't want to hurt anyone, especially not someone you seemed to speak of fondly and so often, even if he was a little suspicious.

"Yep." Steve strained. "That's right."

"Why don't you drop the ore Steve?" Dustin suggested.

The loud clank of wood hitting the harsh concrete floor made Eddie push into Steve further.

You took another tentative step closer, standing merely inches apart now. Eddie watched you with a pained look on his face as glistening tears began to escape his chocolate button eyes.

"We're here to help, we swear on Dustin's mother."

"Yeah, on Dustin's mother." Robin hummed in agreement.

He clenched his jaw tight and against his own trepidation, let go of both Steve and the bottle.

The brown sticky glass smashed to the floor with a piercing clink, shards of glass scattered across the concrete like a shattered mosaic. The moonlight peering through the boathouse windows glimmered in the shards.

Eddie huffed a deep breath, almost collapsing directly into your arms as you held the weight of him in a comforting embrace. In unison, everyone had let out a deep sigh, a moment of relief swirled through the air.

You stroked Eddie's wild mane and encouraged him to breathe in time with you, hoping to fall in sync with the boy who had you so desperately worried for the last 24 hours. Eddie buried himself into your neck, breathing your scent in and clutching at the shirt adorning your body.

Dustin rushed over to Steve, who practically collapsed onto the floor from both lack of oxygen and fear of teetering on the edge of death. You liked to think that it was because he had been in such close proximity to Eddie, he seemed to have that effect on people - especially you.

"Eds, it's going to be okay." You crooned, rubbing a circular motion on his back. He didn't dare to let you go. For someone so deprived of touch, Eddie took it willingly.

"We just want to talk." Robin suggested, voice void of interrogative interest.

In the moments between seeing Eddie in such a fractured state and the news on TV, you grew unsettled at the idea of what happened. But that's all it was, an idea. You had no clue as to why Eddie was so perturbed, why there was a dead body in his trailer and why he was currently taking shelter in a boathouse as old as time.

You would be lying if you didn't say that you were slightly worried.

"You..you wouldn't believe m-me." He replied shakily into your neck.

You ruminated on his words. You've always known Eddie to be the most soft hearted boy, a reputation that wasn't entirely indicative of his kindness toward people. Despite being stunned by a mysterious death, you were mostly certain that Eddie was not capable. Of course you were worried, but never afraid of him.

"Try us." Max remarked.

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After regrettably peeling Eddie off of your now cold skin, Dustin, Robin, Max and Steve all gathered around patiently waiting for him to explain. You kept a comforting hand on his lower back, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by the observant members of your group.

Chrissy’s death was more of a shock, a horrendous reminder of the frailty of existence. That life is like a chess game and one wrong move is enough to force us to resign, to lay down our pieces and never return.

You had only spoken to her yesterday, her words of wisdom still ruminated deep within you.

"Her body...just like, floated into the air. And uh, she just...hung there. In the air. And her bones, her bones..."

Eddie clenched his eyes shut, momentarily unable to speak about what he saw. He took a second to gain purchase back into reality.

"Her bones started to snap. Her eyes man...it was like, there was something inside her head, pulling."

Dustin's eyes widened in horror as he watched Eddie's hand movements.

"I didn't know what to do, so I uh...ran away."

Eddie disappeared into his mind, festering on the horror of seeing Chrissy die in such a horrific way, let alone how he reacted afterward.

"You all think I'm crazy, right?" He muttered, running a stressed hand through his wild mane.

"No, we don't. Not at all." Dustin replied comfortingly.

Eddie furrowed his brows and looked at Dustin as if he were insane. A few more wayward tears escaped his eyes and trickled down his flushed cheeks.

"Look, don't bullshit me man. I know how this sounds." He exclaimed, working himself up again.

"We believe you." Both Robin and Max asserted, much to Eddie's dismay.

You pulled him in close, unsure as to what you should say. It wasn't that you didn't believe Eddie, you just found it hard to wrap your head around the whole ordeal. To see Eddie wounded and hysterical somehow rendered your brain unable to comprehend anything at all - let alone the goddamn rapture in his living room.

"You know how people say Hawkins is...cursed? Well, they're not way off. There's another world, hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes, it...bleeds into ours."

Chills started to run through your body, the same chills that traveled up your spine the second you crossed city limits. The sense of dread which permeated the late night air and the feeling of something otherworldly beneath the pavement that you and Eddie would roam.

"Like, ghosts and shit?" Eddie posed, trying to understand what Dustin was attempting to articulate.

"There are some things worse than ghosts." Max replied.

"Like monsters." You retorted, sounding like a statement more than a question. It made you think of your horrible dream the other night.

 He wasn't Matt, it was a monster.

"If these monsters are back again, we need to know."

Initially you found it terribly difficult to believe. You gawked at Steve, Dustin, Robin and Max confusingly, waiting for them to elaborate on these monsters. The way they looked so serious and spoke about this world in such earnest filled you with dismay.

"That night, did you see anything?" Robin asked carefully. 

You turned to face Eddie.

"No man, there was nothing you could see. Or touch. I tried to wake her, but she couldn't move. Like she was under some kind of spell..."

"Or curse." Eddie reaffirmed, looking to Dustin for confirmation.

Both you and Eddie sat in silence, ruminating on the discovery. The idea of an "upside down" interfering with Hawkins through Vecna's curse made your head spin. To think that your day had started so causally, only to finish with a catastrophic end was triggering.

After Eddie's storytime, everyone had decided it was best to keep Eddie's hiding spot a secret, so that they had time to figure everything out and prove his innocence. Instead of going with them, you remained with Eddie to keep him company and stay as a lookout. You planned tonregusely bring him food to sustain him, not caring how long the whole process of clearing his name would take. Eddie hated the idea of you having to babysit him, afraid that you would grow to resent him. But you implored that you could never hate him - let alone for something he had zero control over.

When Dustin, Steve, Robin and Max left, you still remained silent, unwilling to speak about the events of the night.

You and Eddie had also been fighting just before everything happened, and even though you felt that didn't matter now, the tension was still very much present.

You ended up next to Eddie in the boat, curling into yourself and falling asleep for the night.

-

You awoke to a gentle nudge.

"Hey." Eddie whispered softly above you. "It's a little lonely up here, do you mind?"

You hummed quietly, inwardly thankful that Eddie had decided to break the tacit tension.

"Not at all." You muttered in reply, stretching out your stiff limbs - not caring to mask your exhaustion.

You had somehow fallen asleep sprawled across Eddie's lap, with the two of you squished together against the creaky bow of the boat.

Even though you were awake, neither of you made any effort to move. Instead, Eddie played with the loose strands of hair around your ear as you slowly drifted back to consciousness. His touch was feather light and you were melting beneath the soft movement of his fingers.

You forgot that you left the radio on, as I'm On Fire by Bruce Springsteen began to play softly in the background.

"I was really worried about you, Eds." You mustered, teetering the edge of sensibility.

"I know." He replied softly.

"I'm also really sorry about our fight."

You turned over so that you were flat on his lap, with your face gazing directly up at his. Eddie's hands hovered above you as you adjusted, waiting until you had settled again before tangling his fingers in your strands once more.

"S'okay, I'm sorry too. I was being an idiot. Thought I was invincible...but I guess not." He muttered, caught between this moment with you and his harrowing memory of last night.

He chuckled dryly at the juxtaposition.

"You weren't an idiot Eddie." You replied, catching his hazel gaze. You had been the one to push him away, always keeping him at arms length.

Eddie's movements halted.

"I feel like one."

You peered up at Eddie through your eyelashes, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. It was hard to see him in this state - eyes rimmed red, hair a mess, lips pressed into a flat line.

It took everything in you not to shake the boy back into reality, to implore that everything will be okay even if it didn't feel true now.

"Whatever this...curse is, it has nothing to do with you, Eds. Just wrong place, wrong time. You should have been with me, but I pushed you away like a big fat idiot."

Eddie's soft chuckle brought a smile to your plush lips. He enjoyed the moments where you let your guard down and acted silly. He cherished them like a dried flower pressed firmly between two pages of a favourite book.

He knew cared for you too much to bring you into this. Whatever on earth was going on in Hawkins right now was far too dark and dangerous for someone as precious as you. Despite whatever past you might have, he knew that you shouldn't be subjected to this - especially not for his sake.

A small part of him worried that you were far too kind to actually believe him when he spoke about what he saw that night. He wondered if you were just too much of a good person for you own good, lonely but caring in the aftermath of something so impossible.

His insecurities latched onto the thought.

"Can I ask you something?" He questioned, voice gentle and laced with insecurity.

You nodded your head slowly, hair catching on the knee of his ripped jeans.

"Do you believe me?"

Eddie's question pulled you out of your laxened state. You sat up, twisting your body so you could sit beside him properly.

You noted his pained expression, like he were an illustration painted with the vivid colours of fear and shame.

"Of course I believe you, Eds. I just...don't know what's real anymore."

The last few days had been awful. From the fucking rapture occurring in the living room of the Munson residence, to your unrelenting nightmares of Matt taunting you - your life had begun to grow less black and white. Anything could happen at the drop of a hat, including the threat of interdimensional monsters destroying the innocent youth of Hawkins.

It felt as though your life was currently taking place somewhere else and terribly far away. Almost as if you were a helpless spectator suspended behind a film screen, forced to remind yourself that this is in fact your life and not the projections of a crazed mind. You weren't an audience member at all, but might as well be with your unimaginable lack of control over the unravelling narrative.

"I didn't hurt her." Eddie whispered.

"I know. You'd never hurt a fly, Eds." You replied, leaning in and pressing a comforting hand on the small of his back.

With your words, he leaned into your touch and turned to face you.

The boathouse was cold, dark and damp, and the thought of Eddie spending the next few nights in this surrounding made you shiver.

"I said that I'd never be like him." Eddie mumbled in the low light.

His round hazel eyes bored into yours, articulating a feeling that wasn't tangible.

"Like who?" You asked softly, before your mouth formed a silent oh in understanding.

Eddie never really spoke much about his father, not that it was a touchy subject, but rather something that didn't come up very often between the two of you. And it if did, it was always fleeting and sometimes in a joking manner.

Except one night Eddie mentioned how his father dropped a curly headed 8 year old on Wayne's doorstep, clutching a hastily scribbled note scarcely explaining why. The same night while Eddie was fast asleep and probably comatose from sampling his own product, Wayne explained how they both didn't know if Eddie's father were dead or alive, and how he used to drink and often physically abuse Eddie and his mother.

While you sat on the couch opposite from Wayne, he explained how she left in a hurry, driven away by the man who was supposed to love and care for her. Your gut twisted at how she left Eddie behind.

You didn't know what was worse - being abandoned or not knowing why.

Wayne's eyes drifted to a far away place when he mouthed the cruel words that his father would use against Eddie - and if you didn't know any better you'd think that the term "freak" was coined by him.

"My nephew looks tough, but he's gentle."  Wayne had said afterward, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

You were grateful that Eddie had Wayne in his life. He seemed to always have such infinite wisdom, putting things quite plainly in his gravelly voice. He was such a stark contrast to your own parents who had been through a tragic ordeal and hadn't been the same since. You wondered what advice he'd give you if you explained what happened to you before Hawkins.

He appeared to be a man who wasn't phased by very much.

You thought Eddie's chaotic upbringing was why he was kind to the outcasts and took them under his makeshift wing. You were surprised that someone with such a fucked up childhood could possess such love and compassion for those around him. It made your heart soar.

"I'm scared that I'm going to end up just like him." Eddie muttered, voice wavering with each word.

"Why would you think that? You're absolutely nothing like him."

If anything, Eddie was like Wayne. The absolute antithesis to the violent unsympathetic asshole that was Eddie's father.

You scooted imperceptibly closer until your side was firmly pressed up against his. Maybe it was the cold night air or the looming threat of uncertainty, but you wanted to be close to Eddie. You wanted to treat him with care, articulate that you weren't and couldn't ever be afraid of him.

He wasn't a monster, he didn't have it in him.

"He was always on the run, wanted by cops. Look at me now. Aren't I just like him?" Eddie posed, voice dripping with a sincerity the likes of which you couldn't believe.

You winced at his words, you couldn't take it anymore. Gripping both of his hands tightly, you gazed deep into his hazel eyes.

"Listen to me, Edward Munson. You are nothing like your father. You may share a name and a face, but nothing more. I would never look at you and see someone violent or unkind, because you are the best person I know." You started, plaving an emphasis on each word.

You hated how Eddie thought such terrible things about himself. You could only guess how he wouod lay awake each night, tossing and turning as he tortured himself with untrue and fallacious thoughts. A habit that must have gone into complete overdrive since Chrissy's mutilations and subsequent death.

Eddie might look inconquerable, but on the inside he was regrettably insecure.

"Eds, when I first met you, you took one look at me and saw right through. You knew straight away that I wasn't okay, and I think that you're the only person on this planet that makes me feel like maybe one day it could be."

Your conviction was so strong that you hadn't even noticed how close you were to him in that moment. Your hands were still holding his, with your side soft and warm. Eddie momentarily forgot how to breathe, suddenly intoxicated by your lush words and inviting proximity.

"I take it back, this is the nicest thing you've ever said to me." He mumbled, clenching his eyes shut momentarily like he were in pain. In reality he was thinking back to the moment you first met in the woods, where your icy demeanor slowly thawed the longer he spent around you.

He lightly giggled at how far away and illusory that memory felt. Like none of it were even real and the golden sunlight you bathed in on top of the table, was just the imaginings of a terribly sleep deprived Eddie.

When he opened his eyes, his glowing black irises wavered between your eyes and your lips. He studied your face like his life depended on it. Hoping to find some sort of evidence or inclination in your expression that suggested whether or not you were also a crazed imagining. When he realised that you were right here with him, he decided to move in closer.

You didn't move away when his forehead rested against yours, or when a delicate hand made its way to the tender flesh of your neck. Your breaths were intermingling and you could see every fine line and wrinkle in Eddie's soft skin.

There was something so innately boyish about Eddie that you could only see by being this close. He smelt of cigarette, cedar and an undercurrent of thick musk.

He tilted his head to the side a little, his nose brushing yours with the gentle movement. Your eyes fluttered closed in a half lidded haze. His thumb traced the hard front of your throat.

You felt like you had died and awoken in heaven to the desperate touch of your best friend.

"Eddie." You whispered - more of a prayer than anything.

"Sweetheart." He mumbled in return.

And there it was, that nickname that made your eyes heavy and knees weak. You were like clay beneath him, and his clever hands could mold you however he desired.

You wanted to close the distance and feel his lips with your own, but you were afraid. Eddie had just been through hell and back. The whole town was ready to hunt him down like he were the monster in Frankenstein, all they needed were pitch forks and burning torches.

Of course Eddie would be lonely, having a moment of weakness and craving the physical touch of whoever was closest.

It just happened to be you, right? It doesn't mean anything.

He just wanted to be held and you couldn't blame him for that. If anything, you wanted it just as bad. You'd do whatever Eddie needed to feel better about the previous night. But you were too afraid to tell him that he could have whatever he wanted, even if it meant that it would be all over before it had ever started.

Instead, you did what you do best. You pushed him away.

"We should get some rest." You mumbled, tucking a stray coil behind his ear. Your hand trailed down to his chest, lightly pushing him to create some distance.

And oh how you rued sleep and wanted to settle your mouth on his instead. How you wanted to crawl into his lap and kiss his world apart. How you wanted to let Eddie lay you down in that rusty old boat and do whatever he wanted, however he wanted.

The revelation was sobering, you were in love with your best friend.

"Yeah, okay." He affirmed, retracting his affectionate hand from your collarbone.

Eddie tried his best to act like his heart wasn't crushed by the weight of a double decker bus when you pulled away. But what was he even thinking in the first place? What came over him?

Springsteen's words mocked him softly in the background, as he inwardly set himself alight at his ill thought attempt at trying to kiss you. Of course you wouldn't want to kiss him, especially after becoming a fugitive wanted for Chrissy Cunningham's murder.

He tried to stifle a wince as he retracted himself from you, shifting away so he could lay down in the boat and go to sleep. He begged that you didn't see his physical affection for what it was, an invitation to be his and only his.

The rest of the night you slept back to back, far too afraid to approach the inevitability of your misguided interaction. You lied next to Eddie, reeling over your feelings for him and running through a million possibilities of what could happen if you both made it out of this kerfuffle untarnsihed. Deciding to stay silent for Eddie's sake and for the sake of your lives and futures, you drifted off to sleep, imagining a world where Vecna's curse didn't exist, Chrissy was still alive and you could hold Eddie in your arms without the barrier you so miserably upheld.

A world far sweeter than the one you and Eddie were about to face. 

[spacedace]

Honestly feel like Jason would go for St. Olga for a confirmation name, not because of what she's the Saint of officially (officially I don't think she has an official Thing she's a Patron St. Of) but because of just her general vibe.

I highly recommend looking her up (History Puppet Time has a great vid on her) but for a quick and dirty overview:

Olga was a Norse queen of Kiev in the 900s CE who took bloody, bloody revenge upon a group called the Drevlians after they very gruesomly murdered her husband.l and then had the gaul to try and get her to marry their prince (who ordered the husband murder).

Olga's revenge highlights include:

- burying alive the matchmakers sent to try & convince her to marry the guy who killed her husband

- sending a message saying "totally on board, just need to see your best men, send em over" theb barricade said best men in the bath house and burning them alive

- sending another message saying "wedding totally on, but we gotta have a funeral feast for my dead husband first, can we have it at your place?" & when the poor fools sakd yes, brought her whole crew (vast army) with her where they all sat & watched everyone get smashed & then went ahead and started a teeny tiny lil murder frenzy that turned into a year long beige war

- offered them the chance to just give her tribute and they could call it even after a year, which the Drevlians (rightly) were wary that she would do another brutal murder on em, she convinced them they were square & sweetened the pot by saying she'd be cool with a tribute as small as a sparrow and piece of sulfer from every house as the seige had to be rough on them

-upon receiving the Birds and suffering she had her army tie the sulfur to the birds and the light it on fire so that all the panicked birds would fly back to their roosts...which was in the city.

Anyway feel like fresh from the pit and ready for revenge Jadon Todd would absolutely get a confirmation name in honor of the clear (unofficial as she may be) Patron Saint of Revenge

(Also sadly don't think he could be an official Saint himself. No one can be put forward for consideration until at least 5 years after their death and even then there are specific requirements that someone has to meet to be considered. That being said though, thr Catholic church would have to have some kind of feelings about Red Hood apparently being brought back from the dead seemingly by godly miracle and depending on things the Pope could feasibly pull a "earthly voice of god" and say that Jason is a Saint now which I feel like would only fuck our boy up even more with the Catholic guilt)

Unofficial St. Robin of the Alley though 👀👀👀

Like, Robin II with his Crime Alley accent and his Good Catholic Boy (TM) vibes, showing up for midnight mass in his Robin uniform and confessing the wildest sins the father has ever heard and always lits a votive every night at the end of his patrol?

The one they know is gone because Batman starts being seen instead, lighting two candles - one for whoever Robin always lit one for, another for the boy himself- and looking so broken despite the face hiding cowl he wears?

The Vatican might not canonize that boy as a Saint, but Gotham's never bothered playing by anyone else's rules and Crime Alley even less so. They have no qualms at all adding a statue of their lost Robin to the Votive altar, of invoking the name of their martyred Saint for strength or guidance, no one tells the kids getting their confirmation that Robin can't be their confirmed name. That's Crime Alley's Patron Saint right there, and no one is going to say shit about it if they wanna keep their knees - and that includes the Pope and God himself.

Maybe I've just missed it, but I feel like there's not enough discussion on Catholic Jason Todd and his feelings on being seemingly resurrected by God Jeesie-Chreesie style.

Like, we as the readers know that it was a reality bending punch from Superboy Prime that brought Jason back, but in canon no one has any explanation at all for how that happened.

The Lazarus Pit fixed him, but he was already alive (just in super bad shape) to be fixed. He woke up in his own coffin and had to claw out of his own grave and no one in-universe can explain how or why it happened.

And that alone would fuck someone up, but add in Catholic Guilt (TM) and references to the resurrection floating around every Easter and Jason's gotta wonder at least a little bit if the Big G brought him back and if so has to absolutely agonize over what he's done with his big second chance.

I just wanna read 100k words of Jason's complicated feelings on his death, rebirth (resurrection?), Red Hood, God, Bruce and what it all means, if anyone's got any recs please share them I'm begging 😭

[phantomposting]

Honestly been thinking about making a lil au but also I kinda don't trust myself to write the characters correctly. So I'm gonna instead share my ideas here :D if anyone likes them feel free to use them! Just let me know so I can see your awesome work.

This au is a DP x DC au I've been plotting out an entire plot line for this for months now. It's another Batfam oriented one cause I'm absolutely obsessed with this dynamic

Also warning this is super angsty this contains implied Experimentation/Torture, Dissection, and some major character death

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It starts with Jason getting discovered by the GIW for having an ectosignature courtesy of the Lazarus pit. Jason ends up getting kidnapped and Batman catches onto this development. Batman has already failed Jason in the worst possible way and no matter what he's not gonna let there be a repeat of it. Batman is on the case! He's going to hunt down whoever kidnapped Jason and save his son no matter what! Jason wakes up in a glass cell where he notices a small thin kid with white hair sitting hugging his knees in the corner of a cell next to Jason's. The kid doesn't look to be doing so hot which ticks Jason off. Soon the two get acquainted and bond over the whole getting kidnapped and experimented on thing. Phantom is managing to keep his secret from the GIW so he's a bit worse for ware especially since the poor kid is starving cause what ghosts need to eat right? Jason is only in there for a week but he and this kid who calls himself Phantom have absolutely bonded and he would go to hell and back for him. Near the end of the week though Jason overhears the GIW scientists talking about Phantom (who has been there longer than he has) they say that Phantom isn't looking too good and that they expect him to soon destabilize. The Scientist plan to get in one last bit of data while they still can which means its off to the dissection table for Phantom. This absolutely ticks Jason off and this guy is absolutely determined to do whatever he can to stop this. Though he isn't successful. However this is the same day Batman manages to find the GIW hideout and raid it with Robin, Red Robin, and Nightwing. They split up to cover more ground. Phantom is the first to be discovered by Red Robin and Nightwing in one of the labs. Phantom is awake enough to manage guiding the two to Jason and they all proceed to break out. Promptly after being free of the GIW Phantom accidentally reveals his secret to the bats by passing out and reverting back to human. They rush to get the kid help opting to take him to Alfred since the kid is clearly some meta with lots of inhuman things going on and absolutely cannot be discovered or else he risks ending up with the GIW again. After some recovery time it's discovered that Danny is a halfa and his parents were killed in an accident (which involved the GIW and actually is what landed him in the facility). Jason has a sit-down with Bruce and asks the guy to please take the poor kid in and help him. Jason has an internal struggle wanting to take the kid in himself but not feeling like he himself is the best option. Bruce can tell Jason cares a lot about the kid and though he hasn't known the meta long and has a strict no metas rule (in which he has absolutely already broken) he decides to agree to take the kid in. Someone needs to protect the poor kid from their messed up government (in which he is totally gonna have to talk to the Justice League about this one) and it might as well be him. And well by the end of everything Danny ends up with a caring family who wants nothing more than to help him and keep him safe.

Hope you guys enjoy my little rant! I've had a few more ideas but for now I'll live it off on this lil rant/prompt

[bifairywife]

jaystephroy concept:

fashion industry au 🚶🖋️📸

i had way too much fun conceptualising all of this so i'll be posting some edits to help visualize (and explain a bit) this au <33

imagine: jason as a model, steph as a fashion designer, and roy as a photographer - it's basically a power trio in the fashion world

jason is one of the top models of wayne enterprises' fashion branch alongside dick and cass, it's kind of a family business. they all got their share of modelling (tim ultimately decided to go with marketing, damian initiated making a sub-branch for pet clothes, and duke decided to help out with the creatives team in making commercials + social media posts).

steph made her first spoiler costume, so it's safe to assume she designed it too. plus her cute lil red headband as robin? cute and iconic, a statement piece none of the previous robins ever bothered to have. and if you check the notes on her clothing style in wfa, it'll totally solidify my point:

highlights from the notes: young and trendy, likes to customize her clothes → this is a girl that has style and someone you'd want in the designing team (+ in canon she's a good cartoonist too, she got the drawing skills)

now onto roy, i'll admit my thought process really just went: "well he's an archer, right? so he has good eyesight and he can quickly have a good scope of his surroundings taking into account of its details while he's at it - so that'll make him a good photographer." for the sake of this au, i want him on team wayne enterprises already.

some notes on jason:

with dick on men's formal wear & undergarments (hehe) and cass on women's athletic and formal wear, jason got the men's casual and athletic wear covered.

he's been planning on dropping his modelling gig. he's interested in a career change with helping out in a different aspect in the company's fashion branch. but with his popularity, it's a risky move to pursue it.

between him, dick, and cass - jason's surprisingly the best trendsetter. dick can be flat out embarrassing sometimes and although cass is iconic, she's a whole new league of her own for being able to be the only one that can really carry a look the way she does (some can copy her, but they don't hold a candle to her). the looks jason serve on his own is a mix of classic and functional - which is why leather jackets are never out of style in gotham.

some notes on steph:

steph couldn't afford fashion school but she was discovered by selina. she's under a sort of apprenticeship with her (selina gets what steph is going through and she wants someone to take over for her now that she wants to focus on designing jewelry).

she's also very active on social media. she's got a super cute and semi-consistent theme on instagram (featuring a mix of her works and shots of herself), and her stories are a mix of aesthetic shots of her designing process or photos of her snacks.

steph is closest with cass. when she started out, selina assigned her as one of cass' designers. steph and cass work together often and they easily bonded.

steph is also close to tim and duke. she gives them insights on how to appeal to the audience better, and they help her be updated to current trends.

some notes on roy:

i always hc roy as the type of guy that enjoys travelling a lot. he's originally a landscape photographer, doing a lot of mountain-hiking and rock-climbing which are risky but worth it for the view. problem is: he got into an accident so those activities need to be put on halt.

he still wanted to continue photography though. even if oliver doesn't play favourites, he doesn't want to work for queen industries where people can assume he got in the "easy way" so he picked the next best company: wayne enterprises.

he's a generally friendly guy, so having to work with new people was a breeze. the problem lies with how different this particular genre of photography is. he's so used to snapping photos of landscapes that focusing on people (and clothes) is an entirely different level.

[milf-harrington]

Hi hello hi it's been a long time I'm just passing through and i just wanted to say that I am ABSOLUTELY enamoured with the st dirty dancing AU it's starting to take over my brain and so here's your free pass to rant about it if you want !

Sincerely hope you've been doing great! Much love /p

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OH HI HELLO OKAY UHHH

so. stranger things dirty dancing au: ronance edition, here we go.

in terms of characters i've got: steve as johnny, eddie as billy (who is johnny's cousin in the film, but is just steves friend/friend-he's-in-love-with in this au), robin as penny, nancy as baby/francis + then jason as either robbie or that annoying dude (kellermans nephew, cant remember his name bc i dont like him lmao) aand finally higgens as the main boss dude

(this is probably how the characters would work in the steddie version as well except technically eddie would be in baby's character slot but also the way it works in my head is different but this isn't that post so *waves it away*)

in terms of plot: it would still follow the same general storyline of johnny and baby in the film, (they meet, johnny needs a partner bc penny's gonna be out of commission, they practice, they fall in love, johnny's accused of theft, "nobody puts baby in the corner", they presumably live happily ever after) but with some adjustments!!

i'm cutting out most of the conflict with baby and her dad + lisa and robbie just bc it wouldn't fit in anywhere naturally yknow?

okay this is going to get a bit long so it's going under a cut <3

so the Wheelers go to some fancy resort-type thing for the summer and Nancy and Mike are both kinda moody about not getting to spend summer with their friends/doing what they want but Mrs Wheeler is like. trying to fix her family yknow so they're there.

Nancy sees Steve and Robin perform on that first night, after being forced to dance with some dunce and when she finally manages to escape she decides to go snooping, bc she's a Journalist (very much a "this sign can't stop me bc i can't read" type situation), and she ends up stumbling across Eddie who is attempting to haul like three entire watermelons on his own so she gives him a hand (he makes the lamest attempt ever at telling her she's not allowed there, and she ignores him and he's like 'aight') so she follows him to the staff house where they're having their lil party and then Robin and Steve come in again and dance some more but it's totally different to how they were dancing down at the main house and Eddie's like "That's Steve Harrington, he's one of my best friends- he actually got me the job here." and then he's like "And that's Robin Buckley, she's my other best friend and she got Steve his job here." and Nancy's trying to be totally normal about how Robin is moving bc sheesh is that a lot of hip work ("You'd think they were together!" "They're not?" "Nah, they're platonic with a capital P, if you can believe it.")

anyway so Robin is the one who comes over and hip checks Eddie and asks what Nancy's doing here and Eddie's all "she's here with me" and Nancy doesn't quite get why that makes Robin laugh but she's also sort of distracted by how pretty Robin is when she laughs and then suddenly Robin is dragging her on the dance floor to teach her how to dance like the staff kids and it's all sorts of accidentally flirtatious and boom Nancy's got a crush now

and then a few nights later she's being uncomfortably flirted with by whoever-i-decide-that-guy-will-be and he whisks her off to the kitchens where she see's robin curled up in a corner crying but trying to be quiet about it bc holy shit that guy is her boss and Nancy gets him out of there and then she finds Eddie and tells him and then Eddie tells Steve and then Steve immediately starts heading to the kitchen and it turns out Robin was having a meltdown due to sensory overload and Robin's kind of mad they told Nancy bc she's worried Nancy's gonna go tell someone from management that she's not fit to dance there but Nancy just wants to make sure she's okay

she comes back to the staff house another night just to check on Robin and finds out that Eddie's band has their first gig of the season lined up at a bar somewhere and at first Nancy doesn't get why Steve seems so upset about it until she finds out that it's booked the same night that Steve and Robin have a show at the other hotel so Steve won't be able to go and Eddie's trying to tell him it's fine but Steve's like "but i've never missed your first show" and Nancy's like "well can someone fill in for you so you can go?" and they give her the whole spiel about how everyone works there so everyones booked in doing other things and then Robin's like "unless you wanna do it" and then Steve's like "I mean..." and Robin elbows him and tells him it was a joke but then Eddie points out that Nancy can sorta dance, she picked it up fairly quickly that first night so now suddenly Nancy is Robins partner for this show that they've got in two weeks.

all the usual practice shenanigans happen, with the "this is my dance space" and the "see this? spaghetti arms" and "don't put your heel down!" until we finally get to the "are you trying to kill me?! is this your idea of fun?!" "oh yeah- we've got the show in two days, you won't show me any of the lifts, im not sure of my turns, im doing all this just to save your ass when all I really wanna do is drop you on it." "well then let's get out of here." and then they go practice in the woods.

(side note: the reason im so hellbent on figuring out a steddie version of this au is bc i just know they would be so perfect for the above scenes, i can imagine eddie saying the thing about dropping steve on his ass so vividly)

they do the show and Robin is really pleased with getting to wear a suit instead of the dress, and Nancy spends half the night trying not to get distracted by the sight of Robin in a suit, and then when they get back they find out Steve got his shit rocked bc some homophobe saw him and Eddie kissing outside the bar (Steve did win tho so he's got that going for him) and Eddie's like. still too mad about Steve getting hurt (not mad at steve, just heated yknow?) to really be useful and Robin doesn't want to leave them so Nancy like. breaks into the main office bc that's the only place she knows there's a fully stocked first aid kit and she does her best to fix Steve up

later she goes to Robin's room to like. apologise for fucking up some parts of the dance and also for not really being able to help Steve 'enough' and then that's how they have the whole "You're not scared of anything-" "Me? I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw, what I did, who I am. And most of all, I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life...the way I feel when I'm with you." interaction where they wind up dancing in a scene that is probably more sexually charged than any sex scene could hope to be and then they DO sleep together and then they're all couple-y and shit

and then blah-blah-blah maybe someone see's Steve's face or whatever and makes a tasteless comment and Robin rocks their shit bc no one gets to talk bad about her best friend and then that ends up being what prompts someone to accuse Robin of being the thief and there's the whole thing with Nancy trying to convince everyone it couldn't've been Robin without giving their relationship away until she finally admits they were together all night so there's no way Robin could have stolen anything

and they find the real thieves but they end up firing Robin anyway bc the dance staff aren't supposed to mingle with the guests and Nancy is both outraged and upset but Robin's just touched that she stood up for her and she tells Nancy she'll be okay, she's always landed on her feet and they have a teary goodbye and yeah (i've decided that Robin still can't drive, but Steve quit when Robin was fired bc they're a DUO (but Eddie is gonna stay until the end of the season bc Steve and Robin were both like "dont you dare-") so he drives her sjdfshk)

BUT THEN THE NIGHT OF THE TALENT....NIGHT (for those who haven't actually seen dirty dancing, im so sorry about the lack of context for some of the things im saying sjfhsdk bc im aware that this seems to have come out of fucking nowhere) and Nancy's hidden away in the corner with Mike and their parents while they watch the opening but then! who comes through door? it's Robin! and she grabs Nancy (i dont know yet if i'm gonna use the iconic line or not, bc i am thinking of actually having Nancy known as 'baby' throughout the fic and then they can have the "what's your real name, baby?" "Francis" except this time it's "Nancy." but idk yet) and she gives her little speech about she's sorry for crashing but her and steve always do the last dance and seeing as her and steve are technically fired, she's gonna do it her way.

Eddie's already there changing the music bc he's probably the one who helped her sneak in in the first place and then they do their little routine from the show at the other hotel and then Robin jumps into the crowd and all the staff kids are dancing their way and it's chaos in the best way and Nancy joins her in the crowd and they dance together before slipping away and Nancy's mum stops her and just kind of looks at them and then hugs Nancy and then they escape into the night or whatever.

and then maybe there'd be a time-skip and Robin and Steve are now freelance dance teachers and Nancy comes in to show them the article she wrote, fresh off the printer, that boasts the opening of their brand new dance studio.

[stxleslyds]

MY TOUGHTS ON PART THREE OF RED HOOD BY CHIP ZDARSKY :)

A DC RENDITION OF THE SONG “MOTHER KNOWS BEST” FROM TANGLED.

Here I will leave the links to my reviews of Part 1 and Part 2

Well, here we are, three issues in this story of only six parts and i still cant tell if i like it or not. What i know for sure tho is that Zdarsky never read any Red Hood books, i had my suspicions but now i am at least 95% sure.

This Jason has been nerfed. We had a perfectly balanced Jason back in 2005 he was smart, skilled, confident and strategic. Then from 2011 to 2020 (let’s put the fact that Lobdell is trash aside for a moment) Jason was skilled, he had the whole “chosen one” thing going on with the all-castle, and in some moments you could even see him being quick witted and confident. But now in this first half of this story he is extremely insecure, his skill set and expertise is barely there and is presented as just reckless. 

The other day i was talking about how DC treats Jason, how they just can’t decide on who he is, what motivates him or what he wants. His personality is a whole ass mess, it was fine in 2005 and 2010 when Winick wrote him but then Lobdell from years 2011 to 2020 just couldn't decide what he wanted to do with Jason or his relationship with Batman and his rules. After Lobdell finally left Jason was passed around people who either only read Lobdell's work, or didn't read anything from him or didn't take into account Jason's life because their book was set in a future that may never happen. 

What i am trying to say is that Jason doesn't have a personality, and writers don't really add things to the Jason that we “know”, what they do is start his story from zero over and over again. There is no consistency to Jason's character and while you could argue that maybe this new start could be the definite version of Jason Todd/Red Hood i will point out that this nerfed version of him is a major disservice to the character that he was when he was brought back to DC.

It’s simply not nice. 

And in this particular issue the “Jason isn't that good at this whole vigilante gig” is even more pushed because of the whole “batman knows best” bullshit. I am not getting this (anthologies) book with a Red Hood story just for Batman to come in and be like “I am actually good at this job, you know nothing AND i have the moral high-ground”, this is NOT it.

If you are reading a Red Hood story chances are that you will be interested in Red Hood not Batman. 

Oh one more thing, Jason was an excellent Robin. He was kind, smart and skilled. I liked the flashbacks in UtRH because it showed Jason being all that but he also understood a couple of things about the kind of criminals that Gotham had, your common thug is easily scared of the concept of Batman but the dress-ups knew that no matter what they did the Bat would never kill them, that’s what Jason thought about criminals there.

This Robin Jason is treated rather poorly by Zdarsky at times, he feels insecure and inferior to Dick but he is also dismissive of him and the Robin mantle in the first issue, now in this one he is shown as way too reckless (which is kinda bad because it feeds into DCs favorite trope of “Jason’s death was Jason’s fault”) and his stance on “low level” criminals is weird, like it was made clear that drug related criminals are Jason’s biggest issue, thieves were not. 

Those are my general thoughts on this issue and the current state of Jason’s characterization. I have some panels from this issue that i want to talk about in more depth tho, so here we go. 

The issue stars were we left off once more, Tyler defends Jason and when Batman asks who he is Tyler says that he is the Blue Hood, that was really sweet of him, that child is adorable and he needs to be protected. 

Once the Bat distracts Tyler Jason tells the Bat that the man he killed was Tyler’s dad. 

There are a couple of things i want to point out from these panels, Jason feels incredibly guilty, not about killing Andy but about leaving Tyler in a situation that is similar to the one he was left in when his own mother died. He still believes that Andy was not a good man and deserved to be dead, after all he was drugging his own son and was the reason Tyler’s mom overdosed and is now in the hospital. It just hits incredibly close to home for Jason and i understand completely. 

The other thing i want to point out is that Jason says “I know your rules. No killing in Gotham” so, this is (to me) confirmation that Jason hasn’t killed in a long time and that he has been sticking to the Bat's rules (at least in Gotham). Andy (a drug-dealer) is the only person that Jason has killed since the events of UtRH (that are apparently canon in this story because it was mentioned in the first issue). 

Following this conversation the Bat says that he will take care of Tyler’s mother (yikes, i really thought in my last post that Jason was the one who would have tried to get her the help she needed, to me it seems more appropriate if Jason does it given that this is his story but what do I know) 

This is where this Red Hood story transforms into the Batman show.

Not only will Bruce take care of Tyler's mom but he will clean up the mess and shut down the making of the drug all by himself. Jason tells him that he will do it but the Bat tells Jason that if he wants to do it they will have to do it together because there is no way he is letting Jason out of his sight, he made a mess!

Yes, nothing like making the lead character look incompetent at his job. Love that for Jason.

Before the team up starts Batman and Red Hood go to Leslie's place to leave Tyler with her. This is a good moment only because there is a dog involved, well…Tyler, Jason and a dog are involved, best panel in the whole issue? I think yes.

Maybe I have a couple more panels that are my favs in this issue, here they are, a lil bit of positivity in this extra bitter post.

Now I will be honest, I hate Batman (Bruce’s Batman, love Dick Bats he was the MVP) so him saying that he is helping a Robin makes me want to shoot him. You are not helping; you are overtaking, as you do. Never a team player, the Batgod must always be the center of the show.

Back in the new cave Bruce talks to Jason about the drug and who he thinks might be behind it's production. He also makes sure to let Jason know that he is very smart and might be the only person outside of Crane's circle that knows how analyze a very unstable compound…weird flex but okay. He also teases Jason about his detective skills. Yay.

Flashback time! Get ready!

Robin Jason and Batman are at a crime scene and Jason doesn’t seem to be in the mood to play CSI: Gotham with Bruce.

At one moment Jason says “and then we will stomp the guy who did this” (“this” being murder), which makes Jim Gordon (who came to see if batman was done playing Sherlock Holmes) uncomfortable, so Batman tells Jason to wait for him. As Jason is going he sees someone acting suspicious.

Back to present day Batman and Red Hood are visiting the woman that created the compound that makes Fear Gas, the interrogation starts well but because this is the Batman show and Jason is bad at reading people and asking questions we have a scene that shows Jason being a bit too much.

I honestly thought that the first question was fair, but then after they leave the office they were in Batman basically goes on a rant about the things that Jason missed.

Ok, I get it Batman = good vigilante. Red Hood = Incompetent.

Zdarsky is honestly trying to make us believe that Jason hasn’t picked up any of those things, in his years as Robin with Batman AND Nightwing? They both taught him, there is no way Jason doesn’t know the basics of how to read people. Also do you guys remember Jason in UtRH and Lost Days? That guy read people perfectly, how is UtRH canon in this story, did Jason lose his skills in the explosion when he blew up the Joker?

As if that wasn’t enough Batman calls Red Hood reckless after they don’t agree on what to do next.

To this I say the following: Never again make me believe that Jason will willingly work with Batman. They don’t work together and neither are willing to meet each other halfway, even less let the other lead. This makes the idea of Jason following the Bat’s rules and him being part of the “Batfamily” the joke that it actually is.

They don’t work well together anymore; bring duality back to Gotham 2021.

Back in the past where the previous flashback is resumed we have Jim telling Batman that the new Robin seems a bit too rough around the edges. Did Jim ever meet Dick as Robin? I mean, don’t get me wrong, Dick was a sweetheart but he also beat criminals alongside batman every night. It just doesn’t feel like what Jason said was that much of a violent statement or anything, maybe I just don’t get it.

But don’t worry if you don’t get it, because we are shown Robin Jason going after that suspicious man, he is beating him asking if he knows anything about the murder or what exactly he was doing so close to the crime scene when Batman arrives. Through Batman we are told that that man was no longer a criminal, to which Jason says this, “…The guy is a jewel thief! He will always be a thief” and Batman responds “I refuse to believe that. Didn’t I meet you in the middle of stealing the Batmobile’s tires?”

I can’t believe Bruce went full “It’s over Jason. I have the moral high ground” on Robin Jason.

I mean Jason is OOC, we know this, but he has to be that way in order to make Batman look better when compared to a child. DC hates Jason Todd #Confirmed.

It kinda reminds me of that thing DC does with Dick and Barbara, Dick is skilled and smart as long as Barbara isn’t in the room, if she is then Dick will forget to check if there is someone inside his apartment and then be thrown across the room by her and then be told that he sucks at putting security in his living space.

Moving on...back to the present one last time Jason is interrogating a man while he dangles him from the edge of a building (did Dick teach him that? I bet he did.) After getting some information he calls Oracle so he can make sure that the place he is going to is safe. Oracle tells him the she will help him but she did not like the fact that the last time she helped him someone ended up dead.

Now, fair warning, Barbara and Jason big NO for me and after Geoff Johns and his antics in Three Jokers I have zero love for their “team-ups”.

Jason says this, 

Believing in him? Excuse me? Chonky, baby, she only helped you find a building.

All I can do at this point is pray to whichever god or whoever hears that this does not lead to Jason pinning for Barbara. We don’t need it (Barbara doesnt need it), I might be overreacting, I hope I am, but nobody wants that kind of drama right now, thanks.

When he arrives to the place he was looking for I think everyone can tell that it’s a trap, everyone but Jason apparently. 

How on earth does Jason not realize it’s a trap up until it’s too late? Are you joking? Is this a Red Hood story? Are we really doing this? Just how incompetent is Jason in Zdarsky’s eyes?

Freeze…is it Freeze? I don’t care but he is there, he freezes Jason and that’s the end of the issue.

Listen, I wish I could say that this is the worst Jason has been treated and that this book is horrible, I wish but I can’t. I can’t do it because this isn’t the worst characterization or book of Jason, this is still a pretty good story, could it be better? Yes.

I mean this story is written by someone who obviously doesn’t know Jason and that sucks but it still isnt the worst characterization and it messes me up. Three Jokers was worse than this, certain plot decisions in Future State: Red Hood were worse than this (in my opinion) and Lobdell’s New52 RHatO was pure trash (that is the worst book, just horrible please dont read it). 

I am saying this only to make it clear that even tho this issue was painful (mostly if you don’t like Batman) I still have hope that it can turn out to be good. I cant help it, i want and need this story to be good and there is still time for it to get better. 

Alright thats all i have to say, let me know what you thought about this issue and my review, bye!

[comic-brew]

Robin Singing Headcanons

☆ Dick -> Sings his lungs out anywhere and everywhere it hits him to when he's being silly- and sings it out TERRIBLY. Guy sounds like a broken trumpet but makes up for it in passion. Serious Dick though? Dick that wants to impress someone? His songs aren't anything extraordinary but they're certainly pleasant to the ear.

☆ Jason -> Literally has the voice of an angel. Some would say he stole it when he was in heaven but we know it's not true since he could enchant everyone that heard him even when he was still a 12 year old lil nugget. He's also 100% in tune whenever he sings, will need to make a supernatural effort not to punch anyone that dares bend the notes out of tune. The threat might prove to be shallow most of the time but the struggle is real. Protests when he's asked to sing in front of others but will always comply before they can ask twice.

☆ Tim -> Sweet boy can sing in tune alright, but his voice is so rough and raucous that it almost sounds like rubbing metal on a grater. Only sings when it's somebody's birthday or when he's feeling particularly petty and wants to annoy Jason.

☆ Steph -> Sings horribly on purpose. When asked why she may answer that she's "drunk in the brain, what did you expect lol" and while sometimes that is true, secretly she doesn't want people to feel bad about their own voices. She doesn't even admit that to herself though. Only a select few have heard her true voice and can confirm it's beautiful.

☆ Damian -> Will claim he finds it a "complete and utter waste of time" to compare his singing skills with "you imbeciles" but in reality he's just super self conscious of his voice. We're talking skyrocketing anxiety. Family karaoke night Dick accidentally catches Damian gaze longingly at them from the hallway. Big bro mode on, he finds some excuse to leave the room and he spends the rest of the night singing karaoke with Dami. Next week Damian has miraculously changed his opinion on "this stupid activity that I will however engage in". He's not that bad after all.

☆ Duke -> Such a lovely voice. 10/10. He might lose tune a couple times but he's forgiven. A radiant, confident smile can be reason to excuse a few slip ups. He, Jason and Dick sang together for Christmas one time, but due to, uh.. reasons, that involved a rat and a ballroom burning down they won't be performing again. Sorry guys. You can blame them for trying to be extra.

Bonuses:

☆ Bruce -> Sings relatively good. He's not the best, he's actually not even good, now that I reconsider. J guess his singing is mildly tolerable. He will start singing rabdomly at very inappropriate Brucie Wayne times, and in that specifically embarrassing dad way. He's most likely doing it on purpose. His extreme pettiness is common knowledge and with those kids of his? I say let him do it. They've each posted way too many stupid shit to have a right to be embarrassed by him.

☆ Alfred -> Is this man, or rather legend capable of singing? Is he not? Is he simply above the concept? Not a single person that could have alerted the bats has heard him sing. Birthdays? After bringing the cake on one of those rolling trolley things they have in gourmet restaurants he'll stand waiting patiently beside them until the others are done singing and come close again to close the thing of with a wish, like Happy Birthday Master Damian. Sometimes his eyes might shine with tears of pride and that's enough surprise for them all, so it's best that he doesn't reveal his voice in such an emotional moment, if he does ever. Wouldn't be a very flattering thing to write on Steph's second gravestone once she over dramatically dies from shock.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Objectively Miles and Jason are the best dynamic you can get out of superhero crossovers.They're written in ways that would fundamentally make them like eachother on first meeting because of their countless similarities yet significant differences and make for a really deep,equally beneficial and even realistic as much as you can be with superheroes dimensional hoping relathionship(and unlike a lot of certain other Jason hc relathionships,it's based of Miles as a person instead of black hair and blue eyes and superpower fantasies)

So Jason while not the nicest person has no reason to beef with Miles like he does often with others and that makes him give Miles a chance to get to know him and he'd have zero regrets because of what a chaotic little shit yet absolute sweetheart he is and he'd see his Robin self in him too-'You're like me....The me that died'.And Miles has so much banter game and nonchalantness to lack of manners(gracias por la confirmation Gwendita /lh)he'd get along with Jason easily and find his goth boyloser attitude funny and enjoyable to be around.They also have complimentary interests,Miles is an anime nerd and an artist and Jason is a classical literature nerd who's implied to keep secret journals that're written poetically and they have the uniting factors of being gamers and loving fast food so they can combine them and share their hobbies as bonding including parallel play and going to New York arcades and Batburger together and obviously Miles gets Jason to do graffiti with him and Jason convinces Miles to read his favorite books and they get real silly with all of it

There's also the obvious factor of Jason being afro-dominican('THAT'S NOT CA-'Shhhhh,i know you're one of those headass niggas who thinks Jason is a horndog with nothing but edge and that he actually likes Roy and 'Kori' but are a Jayrose and Jaytemis anti and i bet you think Slade is hot too,your Jason opinions are about as canon as that scene we shan't speak of even Grant Morrison regretted and said was ooc but that you still joke about cause you're racist)so like how Miles being afro-puerto rican made it so he has no problem befriending people of all ages thanks to the strong sense of community that's normalized in latino cultures,them being an intergenerational friendship came naturally.Jason wasn't always perfect due to lack of experience with kids but he didn't do damage and it was pretty much just him being a dumbass and Miles fumbled a bit too because a 19 year old is different from a 16 year old,a 14 year old and his mentor in his 30s he's also buds with but it was all gags and they're almost mentally linked.Jason has shoulder length dreads and Miles decided to get them too after he gained a supernatural white streak like him(spoilers!!!)so they could match and uses the fact Jason sobbed a lil over it as blackmail because he recorded it

Jason is 'Big Guy' and Miles is 'Little Man'.They're absolute MONSTERS on the battleground together and a terrifying ass proffessional instigators amature investigators duo.Jason turned Miles into a black death metal fan and Miles' tricked Jason into letting him try out makeup looks on him so he'd be trial run instead of Miles making himself look like a pretty clown.They're Animal Crossing partners(visiting eachother's villages and all that other good stuff).Miles is an 'Us!!!' type of guygirl and Jason loves it,he's like 'Yeah dude we are those two decorated cookies,you're so right'.Miles found a crazy ass Shakespearen item on a mission and gifted it to Jason and Jason bought Miles a replacement collectible.Jason uses Miles' head as an arm rest and Miles is the exception to the 'Don't touch the battle jacket' rule.Miles hates Bruce on the basis he contributed Jason's trauma AND is a rich white dude and Jason would want Jefferson and Rio as his parents if he didn't already have Talia

And obviously we need to adress the Spiderbatelephant in the room that Jason,y'know,dosen't follow the no kill rule and did some pretty bad shit in Utrh.I'll be honest,i'm not all that interested in doing a deep look into it because it's fictional superheroes but Miles is unaware of it for a long while and at first Jason just didn't feel like telling him the full details but as that while passed,Miles naturally influenced him into becoming good again with no effort and he came pretty close to killing too a few times because Jason influenced him back into chanelling his rage instead of surpressing it to be The Nice GuyTM(including giving him the guts to stand up to his bullies to the point they're scared of Miles)and that led to a moral crisis for Miles and time apart but it dosen't last that long because this is comics babie and also to me they're too edgy to be pg but still somehow is siblings protagonists-coded.Miles G showing up also fucks with Miles' head in this context and Jason ain't getting off easy either when Arkham Knight drops in the ruin things a lil more.Meows Morales and Pawson Todd(who's not a cat but a werewolf)and Lego Miles and Lego Jason and at least 5 other respective variants brighten things up though

Stan the Flowerghost Brothers with me.Thanks

[catxsnow]

BELIEVE IN YOU G.L.

Request: Could u do a gar imagine where gar loses control and kills someone and the reader is the only one to come to his defence when the rest of the titans start acting differently around him. I feel like gar needs a hype man bc he's constantly second guessing himself.

Warning: mentions of blood, death, fluff, gar being a lil cutie as he does

A/N: I don’t really have anything to say so I guess I hope you guys had a good day/will have a good day. 

Word count: 3.2k

If there was one person in this world that you would trust with you life, it was Gar Logan. Gar was the kindest, sweetest person you had ever met in you life. He never failed to make you smile and he continuously showed just how resourceful he could be. There was never a time that he would give up, especially when it came to protecting his friends.

Gar never failed to to make sure that his friends knew that he was there for them. Whether it was out on a mission, or within the tower, he was there. When Rachel needed comfort, he was there. When Jason needed someone to talk to, he was there. When you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there.

So when Gar lost control protecting you and his teammates, things changed. All Gar ever wanted to do was keep the people he cared about safe. He was still under the affects of what Cadmus had done to him, and keeping his tiger under control was far harder than it ever had been. He never wanted to hurt people, and yet he had no choice.

The mission Dick had you guys on was supposed to be an easy one. Something that just you and Gar could handle. Things had gone bad, fast. There were far more men there than expected and the two of you couldn't handle all of them on you own. A bullet passed through your suit and into your side. It was just a graze, but it was enough to slow you down.

Gar had no choice but to shift into the tiger if either of you wanted to make it out alive. While he had, he also didn't realize the lack of control that he had as well. When he saw one of the men try to grab you and shove you into their car, he had completely lost all sense of what was right and wrong.

The man that held you was mauled beyond repair. Those who hadn't already been taken down, were long gone. Gar, as the tiger, stood over the man. He hadn't looked at you, but the second his green fur was covered in blood, you weren't sure if you wanted him to notice you.

Finally, he shifted back into himself, realizing what he had done. Blood dripped down his chin, covering his neck and chest. His hands too were dripping with another man's blood. Gar finally looked over at you, petrified that all he would see in your eye is fear. You knew him well enough that this wasn't his fault.

The wound you had caused far too much blood loss and you were starting to sway on your feet. He needed to get you back to the tower, but he also feared of what the others would think.

He was right to worry too.

When you had arrived back at the tower, Dick and the others surrounded you with worry. They tended to your wound immediately, but as soon as you were patched up, all attention was on him. Gar had to explain that he had killed a man saving you.

Surprisingly, it was Dick that had taken it the worse. He had killed many people in his days as Robin, he had no right to yell at Gar for doing so. Not when he barely had control, Cadmus had done this to him, it wasn't like he wanted to do it. Yet, he was still yelled at for killing an innocent man. Even if he wasn't innocent at all.

When Dick stormed off in anger, Gar was the one that reminded by your side. You were passed out from being so weak, but Gar was just happy to see you alive. He grasped your hand in his and pressed them against his forehead.

Tears of shame and anger shed. He hated that Dick was mad at him for something he couldn't control. It wasn't like he had intentions on killing that man, it was the last thing that he wanted to do. He was already haunted by the others, he didn't need another on his list. Gar was furious at himself for losing control again.

But when he saw you getting taken, he couldn't stop himself. You were the person that was always on his side, he couldn't lose you. The tears got worse and worse until suddenly he was sobbing with dread. He had killed someone, that wasn't something that he could just take back.

The blood on his skin was dried up and he was acutely aware of just how disgusting he felt. Gar ripped his hand away from yours and bolted out of the room. He needed to shower, he needed to get rid of every trace that he had ever lost control.

It felt like hours that he was under the water, scrubbing away every drop of blood until his skin was raw. What would you think of him when you awoke? That was his biggest concern. Dick had already made his argument, and by the looks of it, Kori and Rachel were on his side. Jason would be too if he was still around.

Reluctantly, Gar turned the shower off and stepped out. A towel was wrapped around his waist as he sprawled out on his bed. The door to his room was open just ajar, but he couldn't get the motivation to get up and close it. That night wasn't suppose to have this turnout at all.

The creak of his door opening wider caused him to force his eyes shut, he didn't want to hear another lecture from Dick. "I heard you the first time, Dick."

"Didn't hear it from me." Gar's eyes popped open and he jumped up in his bed. You were standing in his door way, leaning against the frame. You skin looked pale from the blood loss and he could see your hands shaking.

"You shouldn't be out of bed," Gar scolded. He joined you at your side a swung your arm over his shoulder as he walked you his bed to sit. You winced as you sat, which didn't go unnoticed by him. It should have been him that got that bullet, not you. Things would have turned out completely different.

"Had to see if you were okay," You shrugged. Gar sat beside you. He didn't notice that his hands were also shaking until he saw them next to yours. You reached out to grab it, stopping the both of you. "Whatever Dick told you, he's a hypocrite for saying it. He's hurt a lot more people than you ever have, and ever will."

"He's not wrong though," Gar sighed. "I lost control. What if I had gone after you next? What if there were more people there? Innocent people?"

"Sleep, Gar," you finally spoke after a long pause of silence. You couldn't deny that for a split second, you worried that you were next. Gar would never hurt you, but the people at Cadmus? That was a different story. Your hesitance spoke loud and clear to him: you feared him.

You stood up from the edge of the bed, pausing at his side to kiss the top of his head. Gar leaned into your touch, soaking up every ounce that he surely wouldn't get again. How many more of these accidents would it take for him to be kicked off the team? How many more until no one trusted him again?

As badly as he wanted to avoid sleep and the nightmares that would follow, he couldn't stop the black void from taking over.

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Gar noticed the difference with everyone in the tower by the next morning. Dick refused to acknowledge that he was even in the same room. Rachel avoided his gaze, she never thought he would be able to pull what he had. Even Kori had trouble sparking a conversation with him. You were the only one to send smiles his way.

The entire day, he moped around the tower, sticking to his room as much as possible. This treatment that everyone was giving him couldn't last wrong, right? He knew that he had made a mistake and he was doing his best to correct it. But how do you fix something that can't come back?

That night at dinner, you had missed the presence of Gar at the table. It had been quiet since Jason left, you didn't think it could get any worse - but without Gar, it had.

You found yourself tossing and turning for hours in bed that night. Your wound still flared up in pain at every movement and would for a while. There was no way that you were going to be able to sleep, and you were sure the boy in the next room couldn't either. That was how you found yourself knocking at his door at three in the morning.

You stood there for several moments, wondering if he was sleeping or even if you had awoken him. Just as you were about to leave, the door creaked open and the small amount of light coming from the hall lit Gar up. He was in his boxers, but eyes wide awake.

"Figured you couldn't sleep either," you told him of your prediction. Gar opened his door wider for you to step in.

"Why'd you come here?" Gar asked. He sat down on the edge of his bed. His sheets were all messed up and you knew that he had the same problem of not being able to stay still. You hadn’t talked to him much that day which led him to believe that you had the same judgement of him as your teammates. 

"Because last time I couldn't sleep you came to my room and slept next to me so I could," you reminded him. It had only been a few months ago, but it felt like years. Nightmares plagued your for weeks on end before Gar finally offered you some sort of solution. You never expected it to work, but you had slept like a baby that night.

Gar huffed out a breath of air as a half smile graced his face. It was the first sign of any happiness you had seen from him all day. Gar remembered that night vividly. He could remember your scream of horror as you woke up from you nightmare and running into your room to see if you were okay. It was a simple gesture of seeing if you wanted him to stay, but you had never been more grateful.

"Did you come here for me, or for you?" Gar asked, finally meeting your eye since you came in.

"Mutual benefit," you shrugged. "It's just an offer, I can leave if you want to be alone." Gar's heart rate rose at your counter-offer. He didn't want you to leave, not when you were the only person that seemed to still trust him.

"Stay," Gar decided. You nodded, crawling into his bed as he turned off the light by his bed. Small cracks of light from the city penetrated his blinds just enough so that you could see the outlines of his face. The two of you laid side by side and quietness over took once more. "Thank you."

"You mean more to me than you know, Gar."

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You woke up to an empty bed and a sore side in the morning. Gar was gone and if it wasn't for you being in his room, there would have been no sign that you had even slept in the same bed.

The bandage that covered your side was shaded red and you knew that you must have popped a stitch sometime in the night. Whether it was before or after you got to Gar's room, it needed to be fixed. So, you left the warmth of Gar's bed as his scent lingered on your skin. You had no idea where he could have gone to, but you had a more pressing matter at the moment.

The door to the med bay was propped open as you stripped your side of the bandage. Blood covered your stitches and it was evident as to wear you had tore them. After washing it down, you braced yourself for the pain that would come with doing a quick stitch on yourself.

It didn't take long to fix what you had torn, but it wasn't a pleasant experience. Your eyes burned with tears as you held them back. As soon as you were done, you put a new bandage on and covered it back up with your shirt. No one needed to know that you had torn them, there was no need to cause worry.

"Where were you last night?"

"Fuck! Rachel! Don't do that," You scolded, hand over your heart to get it to stop racing from the surprise. She was sitting at the kitchen table with her feet propped up and a bowl of cereal in her hand. A coy smile was on her face, curious as to what you had been up to. "I was here."

"Your door was open all night and you weren't in your room," She continued on with a mouth full of food. "Did you just come from the med bay?"

"Yes," you rolled your eyes at her curiosity. "I had a few stitches rip, not a big deal." Maybe if you ignored her first question, she wouldn't push on with it. Thankfully, that was the case. Rachel didn't try to stop you again as you headed back to your room.

Although sleeping next to Gar once again had helped you sleep, exhaustion still wore you out. You worried about his connection with the others. Dick wasn't pleased about Gar's actions and you weren't sure if he would ever change his mind about it. Truth be told, you thought that he was just a little scared of Gar.

As kind-hearted as he was, he was powerful. Losing control like that, but against everyone would be devastating. Although you understood Dick's concern, he wasn't taking it well. 

You knew it too when you heard him and Kori talking about Gar.

Finally, when Dick's harsh words got to be too much, you had swung your door open with anger written on your face. He had no right to be saying that Gar was a lose screw to the team or that he was unsure if he belonged there anymore. Not after everything that he had done - what Kori had done too.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Your chest huffed up and down with frustration. "You're the team leader, Dick. You shouldn't be shunning Gar for his mistakes you should be helping him through them! Don't you think that he fucking regrets what he did? He didn't have control! You know what Cadmus did to him and you're not even considering the lasting effects!

"And you have no right to judge for accidentally killing someone when you've killed so many on purpose. If you wanna keep up at this self-proclaimed leader bullshit, then you better step up to the fucking plate because right now you're being an inconsiderate asshole.

"I would have died if Gar hadn't done anything. If you wanna kick him off this little merry band of heroes you have going on, then count me out too."

"(Y/N)!" Dick called after you as you walked away from all of them. You didn't turn back, but simply raised your middle finger at him. You might have been harsh to Dick about the truth of his actions, but he needed to hear it. Nothing frustrated you more than Dick not realizing how much of a hypocrite he was being.

The door to your room slammed with so much force that it rattled the walls. Dick clearly wasn't expecting an outburst from you - if anything he thought you would have been on his side. You were the one there, you saw just how vicious he could be when he didn't have control. Out of everyone there, you were the only to stay by his side.

Someone knocked at your door as you angrily paced around. "If you're here to talk, Dick, I don't want to hear it," You yelled. The door cracked open and you nearly slammed it back close until you saw the tuft of green hair peak through. "Gar," your voice softened. He slipped into your room and closed the door behind him.

Without having time to say anything, Gar had thrown himself into your arms with his head tucked into the crook of your neck. You didn't hesitate to hug him back. "Where were you this morning?" You quietly asked. He had heard everything you had said for him, but you didn't wish to talk about that at the moment.

"Woke up early, decided to go clear my head," Gar mumbled into your skin. Though he had slept better with you by his side, it still wasn't enough. But hearing you argue against Dick for him? That meant more to him than you could ever imagine. He never would be able to stand up for himself like that, and you had done it without thinking twice.

Gar woke up that morning with you in his arms. That hadn't happened the last time that you had slept with him, but it was a comforting change. The smile on your face as you slept warmed his heart like never before - you had never looked so peaceful before.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from you. You could see the exhaustion written on his face from his previous nights. Gar didn't deserve this, he was the last person in this tower to deserve something like this to happen. Your hand reached up to his cheek, thumb swiping away the tears that he didn't seem to notice.

"Thank you," Gar trembled. His eyes were red and his whole body seemed to shake with anxiety. "For having my back, I know it's not easy standing up to the people you care about."

"I care about you, Gar. It's easy to stand up for the people that you care about, no matter who it's against," You assured him. "This wasn't your fault, no matter what Dick says. I know you, I know in your heart that you would never mean to do something like that. I believe in you, more than you know."

"You mean more to me than you'll ever know," Gar repeated your words from the other night. It was the truth, you meant everything to him. He wished that he could express how much he truly cared for you - just as you wanted for him.

"Stay with me tonight?" You asked. Truth be told you didn't want to let Gar out of your sight. You didn't want Dick to try and lecture him again, and you certainly didn't want anyone to spoil this better mood you got him in. “Mutual benefit and all, right?” 

"I wouldn’t have it any other way."

[anunvalidcritic]

Justice League: Snyder Cut

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

Oh, the time has come my friends! Now, I originally did a review on Batman V.S. Superman and I didn’t care for it, so I deleted it. But before I start, I would like y’all to read this statement made by @verified-villain-fxcker - You can click HERE to read it. As I stated in my repost, I couldn’t have said it better. May Autumn Snyder continue to rest in peace. Let’s get started!

It’s been so long since I’ve made a post I can’t even remember how I do this LOL.

CLARK is outta there to say the least...

WONDER WOMAN and LOIS look flabbergasted, as they should... BRUCE as well.

Talk about a shock-wave scream 

All jokes aside, the hate that LEX has towards SUPERMAN is just to much energy to be giving to another person..

THESE BITCHIES ARE READY

why are they letting a minority approach the fucking the cube?!?!

*insert travel montage scene here*

                      Part 1 - “Don’t count on it, Batman.”

BRUCE knows damn well he’s talking to AQUAMAN. Let’s move this shit along lol

“Oh Gotham? How’s that shit hole?” - AQUAMAN

Ik these bitchies aren’t singing rofl

I’d sniff anything wore by Jason Momoa too.

“Maybe a man who broods in a cave isn’t cut out to be a recruiter.” - ALFRED

TALK YO SHIT ALFRED!!!!

AMY ADAMS can literally take my heart, step on it, throw it in a river and I still wouldn’t be mad. 

Here comes the lovely WONDER WOMAN!

broooo her hands were moving like Donnie Yen in Ip Man!

Fucked that entire ceiling up

Ofc the one who tried to touch it would make the stupid statement. 

STEPPENWOLF is really wildin’ out

Don’t look back! I hate it when they look back!!

These are some strong as women!

                             PART 2 - “The Age of Heroes”

“It’s toxic, that’s good.” - STEPPENWOLF

I can only imagine that this is how toxic people think. 

this dude really just threw that lil demon fella like it was nothin’ lmao

You know you're working at a job for too long when you say this is the first time in a while that they're going home early smdh

Now that shit was pretty lit....

SILAS thinkin’ shit I better check on my son. 

“You know a lot about monsters, don’t you? Especially how to make them.” - CYBORG

If that isn’t teen angst, then I don’t know wtf is lmao

Seeing Gal in this tomb makes me want to re-watch Wonder Woman 1 all over again!

DARKSEID ol’ trifflin’ ass

plopped him down like he was dirty laundry

God bless Willem Dafoe, this man is a fuckin’ legend!

“This world is divided. They’re a primitive species. Unevolved and at war with one another. Too separate to be one.” - STEPPENWOLF

DeSaad kinda looks like Doctor Doom in the Fantasic Four reboot lmao

GREEN LATERNS!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHIT!!!!!!!!

we really need a Green Lantern Corps moving...

ZEUS + ARES = A Dynamic Duo When They Aren’t Being Dicks To Each Other

You know I feel bad for man because all they did was bury that shit in the ground rofl

                  Part 3 - “Beloved Mother, Beloved Son”

BARRY + IRIS = Love at First Sight 

The burger can’t be that good like damn. 

Bro the detail on his fucking shoes and the glass!!

ROFL PLEASE TELL ME HE TOOK THE HOTDOG FOR HIS DOG!?!? 

damn did the car really need to explode...

lol BARRY must really need the job lol

... I would’ve just played dead after he threw me against that rock...

Man of Steel probably has one of the best soundtracks not just for a superhero movie but just in general

Americans love their football!

I have this love-hate relationship with CYBORG being in the JL and not with the TITANS you know since he’s a kid, but he’s a college student in this one. 

Thank God DIANA spoke with VICTOR instead of BRUCE because I honestly don’t think he would’ve gotten him on board.

Everyone can literally zigzag zoom across this planet at undeniable speed except for BATMAN lol

Come on, VIC, help the lady out.

You know honestly, BARRY has a pretty cool pad for someone who's trying to get by paying for a Criminal Justice Degree. 

“A very attractive Jewish boy. Who drinks milk, I don’t drink milk.” - BARRY

“Fuck the World.” - CYBORG

dang Ik DIANA has every right to grieve over STEVE, but damn that man has her whipped!

“You’re looking at the hottest thing on Earth. The exact same thing I said to my prom date. She dumped me anyway.” - RYAN CHOI

Why does MERA have an accent in this but not in AQUAMAN?? (ik the answer)

DAAAYYUUUMMMN MERA TURNED INTO A WHOLE BLOOD BENDER!

                               PART 4 - “Change Machine”

CYBORG just glided over silently

STEPPENWOLF + WONDER WOMAN = EPIC FIGHT SCENE

Seeing BARRY move like that to stop the debris and to ping DIANA’S sword really is amazing..

But he should not be screaming like that LOL

How do you not remember the planet that’s habitants almost killed you?? Because if that was me, I wouldn’t have forgotten that shit at all!

 Would've held a big ass grudge until I could go back. 

“I know we’re all thinking the same thing right now. Who’s gonna say it? I’m not gonna say it.” - BARRY

WOOOAAHHH J’ONN JONES?! (forgot about that)

 “There are six, not five. There is no us without him.” - BRUCE

Damn, no faith at all 

                         PART 5 - “ALL The King’s Horses”

ICONIC DIALOGUE

BARRY - “Wonder Woman. What do you think, man? You think she’d go for a younger guy?”

VICTOR - “She’s 5,000 years old, Barry. Every guy is a younger guy.”

I would’ve kept swippin’ that ID like a cashier at Wal-Mart swippin’ a debit card.

They're movin’ a little too slow for me. Ik they’ve never been on the ship before, but I would’ve been zoomin’ through that entire ship just to hurry and get the job done. 

NOT THE PREGNANCY TEST

Damn, they couldn’t have at least picked up the photo??

The foreshadowing was spectacular! It will always amaze me. 

I’m sure Allstate will cover that person’s car...

Just when LOIS was about to move on. 

CLARK grabbed DIANA like miss me with that Rafiki shit.

I would’ve come back to my senses too after looking at Amy Adams. 

AQUAMAN + THE FLASH = A CONUNDRUM

DR. SILAS takin’ one for the team

                              PART 6 - “Something Darker”

As crazy as radiation is, it’s quite an amazing spectacle.

I wish this Justice League movie could’ve held off until we got some other heroes such as the Green Lanterns, Hawkgirl, and many others. 

Our generation was truly blessed to have an incredible actor as SUPERMAN, and we are not putting him to use!

JONATHAN sounds like President Biden lol

Alright, team?! Break!

AQUAMAN is totally enjoying this fight. He rode that Parademon like a surfboard.

AQUAMAN + CYBORG + FLASH = *THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN*

I swear every scene that WONDER WOMAN enters into does not fail to include the “Ancient Lamentation Music”. 

VICTOR hurry up and say “one” god damnnit!!

SUPERMAN COLD!!!!

Somebody needs to put this fight on WorldStar

BARRY = HE’S A RUNNA HE’S A TRACK STAHHHHARRR!!!

THAT WAS FUCKING IMMACULATE

The Unity  = The Three Bitchies

I bet DARKSEID will remember that shit now

                        EPILOGUE - “A Father Twice Over”

VICTOR = A Final Requiem

LOL VULKO and MERA look stressed tf out!

“Uh, I have too much to live for. And more important things to do.” - LEX

A cocky motherfucker LMAO

Alright, we’re back in this type of dream sequence. 

“Who have you ever loved?” - MERA

Uh, bitch his parents, Robin tf?!

Thank you, JOKER, for stating the facts for Ms. Fish-stick

 Oh shit, they let LOIS die, goddamn it!

HARLEY’S DEAD TOO?!?!?!

BRUCE LOOK SICK AF!!!

Well, the dream is over once again...

I just don’t see how people can live with all those fuckin’ windows. 

“Oh, and some have called me The Martian Manhunter.” - J’ONN

Alright...

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Yes, the movie was long but what needed to be expressed was. As we already the Snyder Cut wasn’t supposed to be seen because a father simply wanted to grieve the death of his child. I’ll once again reiterate what @verified-villain-fxcker you don't have to like the film but at least give it the benefit of the doubt from its predecessor. For me, I did enjoy watching his version, but let’s be honest what he who shall not be named did was just fucked up.