#arkham knight au

[brucewaynehater101]

I’m absolutely obsessed with this prompt of Tim being older than Jason and/or only becoming Robin when he's an adult.

Never has someone seen him and cared about him so much. But he sees how much Bruce mourns. He isn't mourning his sidekick, he is mourning his son.

And Tim will never be his son, will never get the same affection because Batman only made him Robin BECAUSE it wouldn't hurt him as much if he'd lose Tim. Since he isn't a family member, like his parents or Jason or Dick.

And Tim HAS a place of his own, true. But it's empty. It doesn't have anything personal. No family pictures, nothing that shows him that someone cares about him or he cares about someone as much like Bruce cares about his family. Especially with Jason's memorial case in the Batacave

I need fanfics with this. I have to check ou the "Tim joins the Batfam late" tag again

Post in question: https://www.tumblr.com/goodoldfashionedengineer/758997334790225920/after-finishing-batman-arkham-knight-i-looked?source=share

Link here for others

Thank you so much for providing a link.

I have seen some stuff theorizing that Tim was older than Jason in the Arkham Knight game as well.

Which, with your take, makes the game that much more tragic for Tim. Robin literally says, "You haven't done that in a while," when Bruce calls him Jason. Painful as hell.

As far as AU, I'm not a fan of Tim becoming "Robin" as an adult because I see Robin as more of a teenager's role. It helps them to mature into adult vigilantes.

HOWEVER, I fuck so hard with Tim Joins the Batfam Late fics and I can kind of combine those with your idea.

So, Tim is older than Jason, and Jason dies. Let's make Tim seventeen when Jason dies.

Jason dies in April, so Tim is eighteen when he tries to reach out to Bruce to get him to stop beating himself and all of Gotham up.

He's an adult, so he has more power. Bruce can't tell Tim not to become a vigilante. Tim has blackmail and Bruce can't threaten to call Tim's parents (who, for the sake of it, are dead. He got emancipated at 16).

Since Tim isn't a child even though he's younger than Bruce's eldest son, Bruce doesn't need to parent him. Tim is a colleague. He's not family.

They grow to care about each other like good work friends, but Tim's death wouldn't be the same as losing a son (at least for a long while).

Jason, when he returns, is upset about being replaced. However, Tim is an adult (so none of that "child soldiers" spiel), and he never took up the Robin mantle. He became his own identity.

Tim's relationship with the Bats is also different than Jason's was. For comparison sake, it's mix between Huntress or Oracle where Bruce works with them, but they are also highly independent from him. It's also more apparent that Tim undergoes a caretaker role in this. He's the one to patch Bruce up, lug his tired ass to his bed, demand he eats, and assists him with WE work. Because Tim's an adult, Bruce allows himself to lean/rely on him more (even though eighteen is barely an adult at all).

Tim doesn't live at the Manor. Sometimes, when it's really late and he's exhausted from helping Bruce, he'll catch four or so hours in a guest bedroom. Otherwise, he's trekking back to his bare apartment that only has a few photos of his parents and/or friends.

As Bruce gets better, Tim spends less time with Bruce to pursue his own cases/work. Their relationship is mostly about what Bruce needs from Tim and not what Tim needs from Bruce.

Then Jason comes back. He's angry or whatnot, but he's got the vibes wrong. He thinks that Tim is another annoying older brother he has to deal with. Thus, Jason is the first one to admit, sarcastically, that Tim is family :)

[ghost-bxrd]

Jason didn’t think it could get any worse, but the universe just loves proving him wrong on that front.

Beaten within an inch of his life with a crowbar? Don’t worry buddy, I gotcha. How about we make it worse with some explosives?

Your alternate self got kidnapped and tortured by the Joker? Golly gee, really gotta step up my game now! How about we make him so fucking traumatized he will tell you which knife is best to torture him with?

Fuck. Fucking fuck. Jason wants a fucking refund on this whole dimension travel bullshit. Because this? This is some A-grade clusterfuck. He’d rather deal with goddamn Sionis than— whatever this is. Jesus.

— sneak peek of “It Is All True” (aka. the Arkham Knight Au continuation)

[just-an-enby-lemon]

"What happened to the Robin before you?" Spoiler asked. She was sitting on the edge of the building, one of her legs  dangling over the nothingness, restless. She was often restless. Not the best quality to have at a stakeout but Tim couldn't avoid thinking it was cute, in the sense all things Stephanie were. 

"I'm not sure. "He admitted uncomfortably. He always wondered what exactly happened with Jason Todd, why he disappeared one day and Batman was suddenly so full of worry and rage. No one ever told him, not even Dick or Alfred and after a while he stopped asking. "I think he died but B never really talks much about him."

Steph looked disappointed with his answer and Tim couldn't blame her. He wished he had a better answer but he knew when to drop things, Bruce would not accept more questions then the ones he already refused to answer and he had spend too much time proving he could be a Robin, that he deserved the place even that he would be better than Jason (he didn't think it was fair he had to insult Jason to prove his value but he understood that it was what B wanted to hear - even if just as a way run from responsability - so he played his part) and he could not afford to lose it all wondering about a past that wasn't even his. Even when he wanted to. Even when he felt he needed to know. No, Tim was better than that. He had to be. He had to prove he deserved his place in at least one family.

"What a great detective you are." Stephanie mocked, not unkindly but merely with the sarcasm she used to fill the space more often than not. "Do you ever think about doing your own investigation?"

He had.

"Not really. B would never accept it."

"What he doesn't know can't hurt him." She said in a sing-song voice and he could feel her mischievous smile even if her mask stopped him from seeing it. He opened his mouth to retort. She was quicker. "C'mon, Boy Wonder, we won't be doing anything wrong. I just think this kid deserves closure, someone to know his story and mourn him."

"Okay."He said because once again she was right. And because maybe if he lost his place between Bruce, Dick and Alfred he would at least have her and not being completly alone was the final fuel for him to do what felt like the right thing. "Let's do this."

And that's how they discovered the boy hidden under Arkham. Bruce's biggest mistake. Jason Todd. 

[snowy-butterfly]

BATMAN ARKHAMVERSE FIC IDEA PT1

JOKER AND HARLEY HAD A CHILD AU X JJTIM AU (BEAR WITH ME)

So in the arkhamverse it's hinted that Harley Quinn and Joker had a baby. Now obviously this idea was abandoned, but as I was working this morning I had an idea for a writing prompt/potential fic idea. The child was born but Harley thought it was stillborn and in her grief had one of the goons in the gang send it away. While in the middle of disposing the baby, it starts crying and the goon in a moment of panic or goodness (take your pick) drops the baby off at the orphanage. The babe is well taken care of, but the caretakers notice something is wrong with that child. The child tends to laugh at misfortunes that occur in the orphanage and is growing very rapidly, (think like the clones from stars wars).

[the-inkwell-variable]

“Betraying your boss?  That’s not very noble of you, Arkham Knight.  How do I know you won’t betray me once we stop Scarecrow?” He was fully planning to.  He had every intention of putting a bullet in Batman’s skull before Scarecrow’s body hit the floor. [But that’s not how we make friends, is it, Todders?] “My goal is to save Gotham, same as yours.”  He kept his voice as steady as he could, but even the modulator couldn’t hide the tremor that washed through his words.

guess who's writing again <3

[itsdabatt]

Can i interest you in some snibor (reverse robins)

(Descriptions + close ups under cut)

Damian Al Ghul-Wayne AKA “Nighthawk”

Age 26. Formerly known as “Mantis”, Damian was Batman’s partner and sidekick from ages 10-18. During this time he makes a handful of similar-aged allies (and eventual friends) but is ultimately one of few child vigilantes for a while. Tension builds over the years, as Damian is desperate to prove himself worthy of the Batman mantle and Bruce is hesitant to sentence his son to such a bleak legacy. Damian dies and is resurrected at age 18. Shortly after being stripped of his title, he returns as Nighthawk, an aggressive but resolutely non-lethal hero. Over time he and Bruce relearn to coexist, thought not without great difficulty amidst the conflict of Tim’s emergence as Cricket. Damian still feels his father’s rejection and dreadfully anticipates the day he is cast away yet again, but he does his best to include himself in Bruce’s chosen children’s lives, having grown to know it’s not their fault. Nighthawk is now known as Gotham’s most merciful vigilante.

Timothy Drake-Wayne AKA “Draken”

Age 21. Formerly known as “Cricket”, Tim convinced Batman at age 14 to let him join his crusade by leveraging his knowledge of his and Damian’s identities (gained through a mix of process of elimination & a hunch regarding damian’s relation to the league of assassins, his time of conception, and bruce’s travel records). Feeling Damian’s absence, Bruce accepts his proposal, inaccurately assuming he wouldn’t grow as attached to a child who shared no blood relation to him. When Tim’s parents die, he’s adopted at age 16. Troubled by their death, he becomes Draken at age 17. Bruce notices a few concerning statistics in Tim’s patrols but is unable to confront him as he adopts Jason and then Dick soon after. When Bruce is reported to be dead, he left explicit instructions to not allow Damian to become Batman, leaving Tim as his successor. Not long after this, Tim runs off to look for Bruce, leaving Dick and Gotham to fend for themselves. During this period it is known that Tim was exposed to a lazarus pit, but he has done extensive work to conceal the events that took place during his search. Tim eventually returns with evidence of Bruce’s survival, seemingly unchanged by his journey beyond a strip of white hair and green eyes.

Jason Todd-Wayne AKA “The Red Hood”

Age 16. Formerly known as “Firefly”, Jason was adopted at age 12 after being caught stealing the tires off the batmobile. Unwilling to trust Bruce Wayne, Jason was promised the opportunity to become batman’s sidekick, just as Tim (who jason admired) had. At 13 Jason is thought to be dead. In actuality, he was held in an abandoned wing of Arkham Asylum being tortured by the joker for over a year and a half. There have been recent reports of a Red Hood operating in gotham, and while few details are known at this time it is of note that Dick seems to be quite avoidant of any conversation regarding him. Interestingly, the Red Hood has shown a steep decline in fatalities following his initial hostile takeover of the gotham drug trade. While his presence is felt, the Red Hood is rarely seen. Despite this, the Red Hood has been known to protect the children of Crime Alley, and reportedly has only ever spoken directly to children.

Richard “Dick” Grayson AKA “Nightwing”

Age 13. Formerly known as “Robin”, Dick was adopted at age 10 when Tim and Bruce were in the audience as he watched his parents die in an orchestrated trapeze incident. Although Dick is determined to track down his parents’ murderer, Damian and Bruce try their best to convince him otherwise. Before they can break through to him, Tony Zucco is found dead in the harbor with no known cause or motivation behind his death. With the choice taken from him, Dick ultimately accepts Bruce’s terms and chooses to become Robin, being Batman’s sidekick alongside Jason for a little under a year. When Bruce dies, Dick is justifiably upset by the division of the family and Damian does his best to support him alone after Tim disappears. Still reeling from the loss of his parents, then Jason, then Bruce, and now the sting of Tim’s abandonment, he begins to lash out and question the sanctity of the no kill rule. He becomes Nightwing at age 13 soon after Bruce’s return to life, having begun to associate the name “Robin” with death and betrayal. Dick claims he has had no contact with the Red Hood. In an attempt to socialize Dick with non-crimelord vigilantes his age, Damian and Jon formed the Teen Titans, which, in hindsight, may have been more trouble than it was worth.

[guummy]

GODS & MONSTERS

pairing : god!jason todd ⠀𝒙⠀ nymph!fem!reader | words : 1.8k

summary : ‘put your hands on my waist, do it slowly.’

contents. allusions to mistreatment ( from the other gods ), half of this is actual plot, the second half is smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, stalking ( idk )

note. so, I made a post earlier this month abt this fic, and a lot of people took an interest in, so if this flops then everyone lied to me /j, but thank you to that anon who told me to carry on writing it bc I would have forgotten about it. this fic is giving meeting ur celeb crush not knowing that in the future, you’ll be married

#. main masterlist. | dc masterlist. | jason todd masterlist.

OVER AND OVER again, the older nymphs had to follow your every move. They said you had the mind of a curious adventurer, and although your sisters were the same, you couldn’t help but find curiosity outside your own home. So, as you rested your back against a tree, playing with a piece of thread between your fingers, you couldn’t help but wonder how long would pass until they found you.

One of your most favoured pastimes was to watch the supposed god that visited the riverbank every morning. The first time you ever laid eyes upon him, you asked your sister who he was. A god of war, who was supposedly sane enough to accompany the war of mortal men if they worshipped him to his liking. If he was lucid enough to subjugate his godliness to the land of humans, perhaps he was rational when it came to love. Instead of chasing and manipulating women to his enjoyment such as the other gods of Olympus, perhaps he was gentle enough to devote himself to a lover.

And you were one who loved devotion.

As a nymph, you craved it just as you longed for the touch of cold water to soothe your skin.

Now, that you peered around a tree, glancing at the god, you couldn’t help but revel in his presence, watching as he performed his daily routine. You revelled in the way he curled his fingers into fists, his gaze locked onto the soft rushing of the waves and ripples of the water. And apart from that, and the bellowing of the wind, there was nothing else you could hear, not the breathing of either of you or the creatures around as if they were kept silent at the sight of the god.

In the midst of your obnoxious staring, you let out a small yelp in pain as you happened to impale the tender skin of your palm with something protruding from the ground, drawing his attention over to the source of the noise; your incompetent lips.

“Who’s there? Come out,” he demanded, his voice sending shivers down your fragile spine.

Cursing under your breath, you stood up and slowly approached him from your hiding, leaving prints in the soil as you stood before his towering figure.

“Forgive me,” you begged as you bowed.

When you felt his fingers on your chin, your body trembled as he lifted your face to look at you.

“There is no need to,” he replied, his voice deep and hoarse.

You would have expected him to end your life there and then, yet, he gazed at you in a way that beckoned you to say more, your body weakening at his viridescent pupils.

“Are you Jason?” You asked, eyes widening as you realised how close you were.

To be noticed by a god was startling, but to have one touch you whilst you stare at each other was viewed as only a dream.

“And you are?” He asked.

As you told him your name, he repeated it with a small smile, gesturing for you to stand up.

“And what do I owe the pleasure of meeting a nymph?” He asked, circling you slowly. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” he spoke as he watched you step away from him. “I’ve seen you before,” he confessed. “You watch me from over there. And you return to the river when I leave.”

“I never meant to stare at the beginning,” you replied, biting on your inner cheek as you played with the fabric of your clothing, your voice becoming silent as you finished your confession.

“Why do you stare?” Jason asked, crossing his arms.

“Why do you visit the river?” You questioned him, the mischief you were born with as a nymph seeping through your shyness. “You’re a god, you’re handsome, and I cannot stare?”

“I visit these waters to pay respect to someone I lost,” he replied after you answered his question.

Barely any of the gods respected mere humans so his confession had your mouth agape.

“Were they your lover?” You asked.

“A friend,” he corrected.

You didn’t know if he could tell what you were thinking but inherently, you were satisfied he was an unmarried and untaken god. Naturally, gods had affairs and multiple marriages, but the idea of his attention simply being on you had you flustered.

You nodded in understanding as you looked over at the ripples practically telling you to come back.

“I’ve been away from home for too long, my sisters will probably be looking for me,” you whispered, staring back up at the god before you, your heart beating and the pits of your stomach fluttering.

Choosing a pebble from the bank of the river, you held it in front of him before placing it in his palm when he held it out.

“To remember me by,” you muttered before taking a step backwards.

Glancing at him one more time, you made your way back along the river, deciding in your head your sisters would never hear of this interaction.

Not only was he a revengeful and a passionately driven god, he was also wise. The two of you seemed to talk every possible moment; at the break of dawn, sat on the riverbank a few yards away from your home, or late in the afternoons where you showed him your favourite comfort places around the woods you had spent your life in.

Yet, everyday, you had tried to push yourself to offer yourself to him as a sort of gift, if he’d accept you anyways. You were noticeably touchy with him, whether the pads of your fingers grazing over the embellishments and carvings in his armour or making sure your hands brushed against his larger limbs.

One late evening, the confidence you had been longing for finally came as you stood before him in a coven of trees, desperate to tell him of your deep and solid feelings.

“I want you to have me,” you confessed, breaking the silence between the two of you, your hands held out in front of you as your gaze was focused on the ground.

“Excuse me?” He replied, needing reassurance of what you said.

“I want to give myself to you,” you added.

Jason paused for a moment before resting his hands on your hips.

“Insolent gods only want to please themselves, but I don’t wish for the same. I don’t want you to offer yourself to me, but if you truly want this, all you have to do is tell me,” he explained, his hand resting against the back of your head. “I don’t wish to have your body if you cannot have mine.”

Slightly nodding in understanding, your hands drifted to the hems of your clothes.

“Do you want me?” You whispered, twisting your clothing between your fingers.

“In all my life I’ve never wanted someone more,” he confessed, leaning slightly to meet your gaze.

At his words, you began to remove the fabric clinging onto your skin, standing still in front of him as your breath quivered.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands resting on your hips as he pressed a kiss to your jaw, his lips travelling down to your neck.

Your body was cold to the touch, and when he brought your hand up to press a kiss to your palm, your body shivered and grew warm under his touch.

If Jason’s men found him like this, found him making love to a nymph, they’d probably cheer, but you knew he wasn’t simply doing so because it had been so long for him, but because in the last few days, he had grown fond of you, and it was an act of feverish desire to hold you.

“Lie down for me,” he mumbled, yet, his voice was loud.

Doing as he said, you laid down on the sheets of clothing you previously removed, watching as he knelt down, pressing his hands to your inner thighs as he gestured for you to spread your legs.

Soon, he was clad with no clothes, brushing soft kisses across the expanse of your stomach as he gazed up at you, worshipping your body even though it should have been the other way around.

You were already practically his goddess.

Jason was tender with his touch, his hands gripping at your waist as he pushed his cock inside your clenching hole. The girth of it had you gasping as your head lolled back and your eyes shut in both pain and pleasure.

“Please,” you whispered when he paused in his movements. Your small beg led to him beginning to move, slowly pistoning his length in and out of your soaked core, the soft sounds of skin colliding hidden beneath the rustling of leaves and lapping of water.

It was your first time, yet, his gentleness distracted you from how much it hurt and soon, instead of cries, small whimpers soon fell from your lips, your eyes closing as he drove his length inside you.

“Jason ── ,” you hushed, your eyes fluttering as you looked up at him with your blown pupils. His hands gripped tighter at your waist as thrusted into your cunt, your walls sensitive around his length.

You trembled underneath him, revelling in the warmth of his body against yours as the soft winds blew against your skin. Your body had practically welcomed him, and it was then that you realised that you were no longer a virgin.

That you were losing it to a god.

One who whispered your name repeatedly as he pressed against your flesh, handling you with care and the urgency to bring you to your release

You were annoyed that he was so gentle in his touch, drawing you close to tears as he bullied his twitching cock in and out of your chaste and tight hole, but not selfishly that you were in pain and he didn’t boast in his lack of ego. Small pleads and whispers spewed from your lips as his own breath hitched, your walls clenching with every thrust.

Burrowing your face in the crook of his neck, you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, Jason’s hips meeting yours with such a lack of rhythm; you knew how desperately he wanted to claim you as his. And soon, you felt yourself come undone underneath him, your body trembling as your orgasm crashes upon you. Jason soon shuddered as he filled you up with spurts of his hot cum, his groans too godly to be heard by your nymph ears.

“Your mine, and I’m yours,” he quivered, still bucking his hips against yours.

‘You’re already mine,’ he whispered, and at that, you knew he was never going to let you go.

[ky-landfill]

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Mm. Pain.

Project R au where Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and Tim Drake have a kinda sorta custody battle (more like argument) about who should take in Danny.

The twist? None of them want to take Danny in and are trying to force him onto the others. Each has valid reasons not to take Danny in, Jason is a crime lord, Dick has had paparazzi trailing him around lately, Tim is still a minor and can't take in anyone, ect. Theres a million reasons for each of them. Unfortunately no one realized Danny was overhearing all of this from another room.

Danny had spent so much time building his dads up in his mind, thinking that when he finally found them everything would be great. He never even considered his dads wouldn't want him. Heck, how was he supposed to know his dads were adopted brothers? He kinda understands how this was weird but...what about him? He didn't really have anywhere to go but...should he just leave?

Maybe that would be for the best...

[sylvemooniet]

Lil snippet of an AU I'm writing, which AK Jason ends up in Joker Junior Tim dimension in a very unfortunate moment.

“What's your name, kiddo?”

But not-Tim couldn't answer, he was just laughing, but he still sounded in despair, as his body was twitching, if it was still reacting to the constant shocks he was receiving before. The tall figure sighed, noticing the little boy wouldn't easily verbalize anything.

“You can't speak, but can you at least understand what I'm saying?”

He nodded repeatedly, still scared by the mysterious man, however, he didn't attack him yet, so he was safe for a while. The little clown couldn't stop smiling, and his sobbing was choked on his throat.

[ihatebrainstorm]

some late night Rogues Gallery AU doodlydodads

context for the below doodle: in Arkham Knight, the Batmobile destroys literally anything it swerves into

[varpusvaras]

Based on an idea I got from this ask, also closely related to the vigilante!au with @rooksunday

Bail read through the page. He noted down a few things on it to use for the proposal for the next pre-committee meeting. Bail read through the next page. He noted down a few things on it to use for later.

Bail read through the next page. He noted down a few things. He read through the next page. He noted down a few things. He was sure they would be useful. At least in some way. The words in whatever he was noting were correct, at the very least, were the same ones he had seen being discussed in the last meeting. It would suffice.

He read through the next page. He noted down a few things.

There was a small thud on the desk. Sheltay had put down a cup in front of him. Bail nodded and took it. It was caf.

Sheltay's face was pinched. She was worried. Bail knew that she was, and so was everyone else.

Not much that anyone could do about it, least of all Bail himself.

Bail put the cup down. He read through the next page. He noted down a few things.

Sheltay cleared her throat softly.

"Sir", she said. "Would you not like to take a break?"

A kind suggestion, for some, perhaps. But Bail had grieved before, and he knew very well what would happen if he stopped even for a moment.

He did not have the time to stop.

"A bit later", he said. "Thank you."

He read through the next page. He noted down a few things. He read through the next page. He noted down a few things.

"Sir", Sheltay said. She hesitated for a moment. "I know I'm bold when I say this, but...I think that the Commander wouldn't have wanted for you to be like this."

More kind words for some.

Not for Bail, unfortunately.

"No", he said. "I made a promise to him. So did Breha. We would not abandon what we are all fighting for. We would not abandon his brothers, even if he isn't here."

It had been so important to Fox, for them to keep fighting, for them to not lift Fox above their duty. For Bail and Breha to take care of his brothers for him, as he hadn't trusted anyone else to do so.

Bail would do so. He would, no matter what.

No matter how much everything inside of him was tearing itself apart.

Sheltay sighed softly.

"Of course, Sir", she said, and then stayed quiet.

Bail went back to reading. He read through the next page. He noted down a few things. He read through the next page. He noted down a few things.

He had gotten through twenty-two pages more, when Sheltay's comlink beeped loudly.

"Apologies, Senator", Sheltay said. She went quiet again for a few moments, perhaps reading a message, and then she suddenly pushed a datapad in front of Bail. "Apologies, again, Sir, but there are some news that might interest you too."

Bail pushed the datapad in front of him away and watched as Sheltay put on the newsfeed.

Multiple Republic Officials Accused of Treason - Evidence Brought Forward by A Mysterious Operator

Bail watched as the anchor started to list names, so many names, of people who had, apparently, been playing for the Separatists this whole time.

It was- there were so many names, and the amount of evidence just kept piling up higher and higher, so much so that Bail's head was starting to physically hurt from trying to keep up with it.

Not much is known about the mysterious agent that brought all of this evidence to light. No name, no face, though some have already given him a moniker: the Coruscant Knight. We couldn't think of a more fitting name for this fighter of peace and justice-

Bail stopped listening to the anchor as the news shifted to a recording taken from speeder lanes. The Coruscant Knight intercepts the speeder of Officials trying to escape after the evidence of their treason was brought forward flashed on top of the screen in obnoxiously sized letters, but Bail ignored them too.

He watched as another speeder flew next to the one on the video, and from it, jumped out a man dressed in black and red armor. Bail watched as the man landed on the speeder next to his, and with practised moves, unlocked the cockpit and jumped inside, taking out the driver and crashing the speeder to a nearby building's walkway. The man leaped out of the speeder before it hit the side of the building, landing on the walkway after flipping through the air with more of the same practised ease, before walking over to the speeder, closing the cockpit again and short-circuiting the locks in a span of a few seconds, leaving the passengers securely locked inside of the speeder.

Then he turned around, his smooth, black helmet turning up to look directly at the drone recording him, and in a blink of an eye, he had his blaster out, and the drone was shot down in one, precise shot, cutting the recording at once.

Some more letters were flashing on the screen, the anchor kept talking, but Bail could only stare at the now still image of the man in the armor right in front of him.

It was a different armor, in different colors, with a different pattern, and a different blaster than the one he had seen being used before, but Bail knew him.

He knew him like his own heart.

Bail finally remembered how to breathe again.

"Fox?"

[ghost-bxrd]

Jason didn’t think it could get any worse, but the universe just loves proving him wrong on that front.

Beaten within an inch of his life with a crowbar? Don’t worry buddy, I gotcha. How about we make it worse with some explosives?

Your alternate self got kidnapped and tortured by the Joker? Golly gee, really gotta step up my game now! How about we make him so fucking traumatized he will tell you which knife is best to torture him with?

Fuck. Fucking fuck. Jason wants a fucking refund on this whole dimension travel bullshit. Because this? This is some A-grade clusterfuck. He’d rather deal with goddamn Sionis on crack than— whatever this is. Jesus.

[zoraedits]

Cassandra Cain aka The Orphan

By @zoraedits

⟨don't remove watermark & repost elsewhere⟩

[nightmare-foundation]

Arkham Knight Dick AU writing practice

[Tim and Jason are standing on the ledge of a building overlooking the old memorial. It's broken, burnt, and torn apart, scattered in pieces. Amongst the remains are broken and flaming Militia tanks, the Batmobile sitting nearby. Batman grapples up to them.]

TIM: God... it's just... gone. Completely destroyed. Why would they do this?

[Jason growls, hands tightening into fists. He's completely rigid with rage, shoulders stiff.]

JASON: I'm going to fucking kill that Arkham Knight bastard.

BRUCE: Jason.

JASON: What?! As if that fucker doesn't deserve it! Just fucking look at what he did to Nightwing's- no, Dicks memorial! Don't tell me you don't feel the same way!

BRUCE: Jason, I am just as upset as you are. But-

[Their comms crackle.]

Arkham Knight: Ohh, so now you care. Funny, you care more about a statue than your own son. You always did like monuments dedicated to your own failures.

BRUCE: [Growls] Arkham Knight. Don't you dare assume what I feel.

Arkham Knight: Oh please, I know you better than you know yourself. I know all of you better than you know yourselves. This monument wasn't to honor the fallen, if it was, it would be about the man behind the mask. No, no, no, this is a mockery. A sad, miserable attempt at remembering only the good little soldier you trained and indoctrinated.

TIM: He wasn't a soldier! He was a man, a great one at that! Nightwing was a better man than you'll ever be, and far stronger.

Arkham Knight: Strong? Ha! Don't make me laugh. Nightwing was weak. He let himself be ordered around by the likes of Batman. He couldn't save even a single person, and he let himself be captured. If he were strong- he'd still be here.

[The comms crackle slightly.]

CASS: No. You are wrong. He was... strong. Good. The best... of all of us.

JASON: And we fucking loved him, so don't you fucking dare say we didn't!

Arkham Knight: Hmm... let's say, hypothetically, you're telling the truth-

JASON: It's not hypothetical you fucking shitbag-

Arkham Knight: Hypothetically, you're telling the truth. Did you ever tell him that?

BRUCE: ...What?

Arkham Knight: Did you ever actually show that you loved him? Tell him? Hug him, spend time with him, reciprocate what he told you?

TIM: We- we didn't need to.

BRUCE: He knew we loved him more than anything.

Arkham Knight: Did he?

[The comms click, and they're left in silence.]

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