#batman and robin fanfiction

[moseslikellamas]

Sorry, we’re fresh out of Batman

Chapter one

Summary: Beck heads out for a routine job and spots the notoriously hard to find Vigilante protecting Gotham

Warnings: none. Eventually Violence. Dubious morality

Word count: 2.3k

This is a Gotham AU where batman dies, leaving robin as the sole defender of Gotham. Robins identity is new.

Beck pulled at the collar of her shirt, it was an unreasonably humid night for September. But she was in her official investigation attire as always, which was a full three piece suit. It started out as a joke, a new age private investigator dressed as a noir detective of old, but people trusted her more this way. Something about a suit just screams, ‘I know what I’m doing’. Or that’s what the old city elites of Gotham think anyway. Beck knew it was all about appearances in the city, put on a good veneer and doors would open for you like you wouldn’t believe. And she was very good at pretending. She loosened her tie and gave up keeping her hair down, the humid air was wreaking havoc on her waves anyway.

Tonight was a routine case, a cheating spouse wandered a little too close to the sun and now their partner wants them to sweat. She’d done a million of these by now. No one ever really wanted a divorce, they wanted power. She could hand them that power, for a price of course. She was crouched on a balcony sixteen floors up, camera snapping photos every few seconds as she watched her mark throw the woman's bra on the ground. She turned away from them, satisfied to know she had what she needed before she lit up a cigarette. She only allowed herself a smoke after she had the evidence she needed. The subsequent hit she took was a sweet symphony in her lungs. She gazed up at the hazy sky, aware that somewhere up there the stars were hidden behind a thick layer of clouds and smog. She exhaled, adding to the toxic environment in her own way.

She was thinking of her favorite sandwich shop. Dreaming of the philly cheese steak she was going to get after this as she finished her cigarette. She put it out before pocketing the butt. Then she carefully folded her tripod stand, looping her camera strap around her neck. She didn’t want to drop the damn thing as she climbed down the fire escape, something she’d done before. It had been a painful learning experience and one she hoped to never repeat. The air was so humid as she began to climb down that the ladder was slick with moisture. She was careful to climb slowly not wanting to slip on the wet rungs.

Glancing up, she was stricken with surprise at the sight of someone leaping across the building tops. She gasped, scrambling to get down the ladder. Slipping in her haste she landed with a thud on the balcony below. She didn’t pause for a second, lifting her camera to her eyes and looking for the person through the lens. She scanned the area frantically. She pulled the camera away from her face when she came up empty. Her back was aching from the fall and she’d missed him anyway! She quickly climbed down the rest of the way grumbling to herself the entire time.

Gotham had a resident hero, Robin. Since she moved here three years ago, she’s been trying to get a picture of him. At first she was dubious of the so-called hero. What kind of weirdo dresses up in tights and goes around breaking guys legs? But then she’d lived in the city a little longer, and heard first hand accounts. There was something compelling about the man in the mask. From all accounts he’d been doing the job over a decade, though no one was really sure how old he was. The man was elusive, evading every curious and inquisitive mind. No one knew anything about him. Aside from his proclivity to drop criminals off GCPD headquarters, cuffed and unconscious. Usually half beaten to death as well but that varied by crime.

She glanced back at the top of the buildings as she stood on the ground, still half hoping he would flip by again. Even if she couldn’t get a good shot of him, she still wanted to see him. After a few minutes of nothing she reluctantly left. Hanging around in alleys in Gotham is never a good idea, no matter the hour. But especially right now, past midnight on a Saturday night. Beck took self defense classes once a week but she also carried half of a steel pipe in her pants. It was strapped to her thigh and hefty. She had never had to use it but she felt better with some sort of weapon on her. She kept her eyes on her surroundings as she walked back to her car. She didn’t breathe easily until she had locked the doors and was driving home.

Her car was the love of her life. A 2007 Infiniti, an extremely outdated car that was in great condition. The man who sold it to her had done so for next to nothing. When she’d looked up the car after, it was clear he could’ve charged her triple his asking price. But the man had said he simply didn’t need it anymore and had hardly used it. That was evident from the crisp inside, the white leather seats were in perfect condition and she loved the dash which lit up a pretty shade of orange. Best of all in her opinion, were the functional seat warmers. Though it was hot tonight, it was perpetually rainy in Gotham. She couldn’t survive without her car, her main mode of transportation for investigation. She took great care to maintain it, getting it maintenanced by a local mechanic she’d helped out a time or two. It’s amazing how far corruption runs in Gotham, even mechanics need dirt on people.

Pulling into the parking garage, Beck sighed, turning her car off and locking it. Then she thought better of it and unlocked it. They would be less likely to bust her windows if she left it unlocked. She hoped the cash and snacks in the dash would dissuade anyone from stealing it if they managed to saw through the metal gate again. It was an ongoing issue but there seemed no way to stop it. So she stopped worrying about it. If her car was stolen, well that was a problem for future her. She pulled her keys out as she approached the entrance to her building, unlocking the side door she slipped inside. After a quick elevator ride and a short walk down the hall she’s finally home.

Stripping off her suit as she walks through her apartment, she flips on lights as she goes. Inside her apartment is messy, clothes are scattered about. Most of them are various parts to different suits. Beck looks around as she walks towards the fridge, looking for any sign of her cat. A long haired domesticated calico with beautiful green eyes. Who was often moody when she was out late. Opening the fridge she pulls some leftovers out before heating them up on the stove. While waiting she turns the tv. She’s half listening to the news, half listening to the rain that’s finally begun to fall. Standing there drink in hand spaced out, cappuccino pounces on her.

“Ah! Cappy! That’s not very nice.” She admonishes the beast for knocking her drink out of her hand, spilling it all over the counter and herself.

Cappuccino flicks her tail completely unbothered walking along the dry parts of the counter. Quickly she dries the spill and fills her ungrateful cat’s bowl with dinner. She leans against the counter looking out at the twinkling lights of Gotham outside her window. It looked so beautiful from inside with its tall gothic architecture. A pretty veneer to cover the foundational rot the city was built on.

“Tonight we go to the upper west side where an ongoing hostage situation is still in progress at the Gotham Museum of Art. Earlier tonight around seven o’clock, during the grand showcase of Stephanie Milroses’ latest exhibition, a masked man invaded the gathering. He is considered highly dangerous. Reportedly the man is known for causing the GCPD problems in the past…”

The drone of the news anchors impersonal voice delivering updates turned her stomach. It didn’t matter that a story like this was on every night. There were real people in there, scared and hurt. Their lives were in danger and this woman was going on like it was the local traffic report. Even after three years in Gotham she couldn’t handle the causal cruelty so freely handed out in the city.

“The GCPD has been unable to ascertain any demands and all attempts to communicate have been strongly rebuffed. It is still unclear what exactly has transpired inside.”

Beck rolled her eyes at the thought of the GCPD doing anything. As far as she was concerned they were another group of organized criminals. She felt guilty at the thought, the commissioner was trying his best. She knew that. She was close to Gordon and his wife, often having dinner with them once a week. He was a friend of her late uncle and had reached out to her when she first moved to Gotham. She loved the man as a person but she preferred to steer clear of him professionally. She was often competing against the police for leads, evidence and hell sometimes cases. The force was mostly useless, usually ruining whatever crime scene they came across long before forensics showed up.

The news cut to helicopter footage above the Museum. Beck thought it ironic that in the wide shot you could spot the Gotham Police Department. They were just down the street and still couldn’t manage to get on top of things. She could hear the blare of sirens in the distance, the constant background noise of the city at night. She’d come here to get away from her life. Fresh out of university and unable to look her father in the eyes anymore, she’d taken the first gig she could find. She’d applied for every agency she could find hoping one of them would take a shot on a fresh graduate with little field experience beyond her internships. Only one had answered, Saldov Inq’est. A private security company that operated in the upper east side of Gotham near the Sprang river.

The man who’d interviewed her had been a character from the start. He’d popped up behind her after she’d wandered around the front of the building looking for a receptionist. Scared the daylights out of her when she realized he was behind her. But the man had only stared thoughtfully at her, an unidentifiable gleam in his eyes. The interview had been less than orthodox as well. He’d mostly asked her about her stealth abilities, how good she was at fighting. Nothing about her education or time in the field. It hadn’t set off alarm bells for her though. Now she knew Rahim was just a quiet man with lots of thoughts behind his silence. The two still worked together on occasion, though she was not open to contracted work anytime soon again. Rahim was a nice man, effective at his job. But they disagreed on how to run the operation.

She turned her attention back to the news which was running some scam operation as their business of the week. She knew that particular business man was selling defective security systems and harvesting stolen data through the front. She knew a lot of crooked business owners now. Word gets around quickly in her line of work. People would sell out their own mother in Gotham if it took the heat off of them. It helped in her personal life to know who to avoid. But if she wasn’t getting paid for it then it wasn’t her concern. She turned the television off having heard enough of the swill for one night. While stretching she yawned. It had been a long day and she had a longer one tomorrow. After she delivered the footage to her client, she had two more to talk with.

She walked over to her sliding glass door, opening it and walking outside. She left the door open so Cappy could sit with her. The drama queen wouldn’t sully her paws by walking out onto the concrete but she would sit just inside the door. Beck sat in one of the chairs and pulled her legs up. The wind had picked up though it was still warm and she had to cup her hands around the lighter to keep the flame lit. As she inhaled she let her head fall back, gazing up at the constant fog of pollution. Exhaling she watched the smoke swirl in the wind. The sound of sirens and car alarms were present around her even though it was nearing two in the morning. Gotham is the only real sleepless city. A refrain she often found herself thinking on nights like this when she was up for too long and stubbornly refusing to sleep.

Beck lived in Old Gotham, one of the more boring parts of the city. As far as crime was concerned anyway. Living beneath the Diamond district she got to see all of Gotham’s best glittering lights from her apartment. She’d been lucky to get this apartment. Gordon had helped her find it. Despite it being one of the nicer neighborhoods, it was still never quiet. The folks around here were nice enough though and she liked being there. Even if there was a persistent superstition among the people regarding magic. But if all she had to deal with was ghost stories of the undead walking in exchange for a low crime rate. Well, she would take that deal everyday. Finishing her cigarette, she reluctantly goes inside. Another day gone. She thinks, shutting the balcony door and closing her blinds. Turning the lights off she finally sinks into bed.

[everwalldigan]

Bruce: *waking up in a hospital that he drove himself to after having a heart attack and telling absolutely nobody* hey…

The entirety of the batclan looking over him with Dick in the centre, an absolute terrifying grin on his face:

Dick: hello Bruce, nice evening isn’t it? Got something to share with us?

Edit: the fic is now out on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/57780508

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

Danny stared at the guy wearing what he could only describe as a superhero cosplay, complete with a cape, a mask, and a symbol on his chest. He had just gone to the lab to grab some spector deflectors for him and his friends since they would be gone on a camping trip for a few days, and his mom wanted them to be extra cautious.

Then this random guy showed up via a portal spawning in the middle of the lab holding the Fenton Portal Gun.

"Huh, so that's where that went." His dad had been showing it off at the breakfast table about a week ago and fired it as a demonstration. Unfortunately, the portal had suction and sucked the device right out of his dad's hand, and the portal snapped shut.

His dad had needed to be cheered up with emergency fudge after that.

In response to Danny's words, the guy gave a glare so chilling that Sam would be green with envy. Okay, maybe this guy was a villian.

Not so super guy pulled out a katana and pointed it in Danny's direction (more points towards villiany), "Where am I? Are you the one who made the device?"

"No? And this is my basement?"

Suddenly, another portal appeared, and a guy who definitely looked like a supervillian with little horns on his head walked through, holding what looked like a sleek black version of the Fenton Portal Gun. Bat logo, of course, because stealing tech and blueprints were never enough for these guys, was it?

The guy stood there glaring with his son(?) when Danny noticed a bat logo on the man's chest, and Danny realized the little horns were actually ears. Ha!

Bat guy starts growling out demands and threats but Danny didn't really pay attention. He'd heard worse from his own bad guys. He wasn't in the business of fighting human weirdos so instead he turned and yelled up the stairs, "Moooom! There's evil furries in the basement again!"

"What?!" His mom yelled back, already running towards them

[olailamajnoon]

Dick, on the phone: *leans away* Clark says hi, guys.

Tim: Hi!

Jason: Hi.

Cassandra: Hi.

Stephanie: Hi.

Duke: Hi!

Damian: Hi.

Dick, on the phone: Clark they all say hi back.

Bruce to himself, so done: Truly a pinnacle of human communication. I say something they ignore me, but it's all 'hi' like synchronized idiots when it comes to Clark.

Clark, faintly audible: Bruce I heard that.

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason (crossing his arms with attitude): What are you going to do? I refuse to apologize.

Bruce stared at Jason in shock, and in his anger, he made a decision that every parent dreads.

Bruce (stern tone): You are grounded!

Jason (this is a whole adult, defiant): You can't ground me!

Bruce (firmly): Grounded!

Jason (shouting, confused): But I don't even live here!

Bruce turned Jason around and pointed to the stairs leading to his old room. Jason was too stunned to respond.

Bruce (stern, but calm): Tonight. Your room. Grounded!

Jason (stammering): I- I- Wait- This isn't fair!

Bruce (scolding parent voice): I'm very disappointed in you. Now go to your room. I'm only doing this because I care for you. Grounded.

Jason (face turning red with anger and sadness): This is some bullshit!

Jason stomped upstairs and slammed the door to his old room. The sound of random items being tossed around echoed through the house.

Bruce (indifferent): He'll work it out of his system. I'm going to bed.

Dick (looking at Tim, then Bruce as he heads upstairs): Did you just ground a 23-year-old?

Tim (surprised): And did it work?

Bruce: You forget I'm Batman.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Brucie Wayne gets into a mild accident in public (read-got hit by a car). And Batman would just walk it off (“it’s barely a bruise”), but Brucie obviously… can’t.

So he has to suffer the ordeal of having civilians call paramedics, getting fussed over, and having-

Having his dead son get into the back of the ambulance with him.

Oh- oh no. He must have hit his head worse than he thought. He thought he was past this…

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

I always have to smile at myself when I read a fanfic in which Bruce immediately catches Jason after he hits with his tire iron.

I get why fanfic writers do it, so they can move the plot along without having to write the chase after Jason or the scene when they do talk in the condemned building that Jason sleeps in. I get it.

But I always have to think about canon then.

Because not only did Jason manage to run away from Batman.

He also called him a 'big boob'.

I repeat. He gets caught jacking the tires. Tries to deny it. Hits Batman with a tire iron, runs away and insults him.

This 12-year old did something that every rogue would never even dream of.

[sundropcass]

99% of what I read is angst but you know what my secret favorite fanfiction category is? Outsider POV. I love a good fic where we’re in the perspective of characters who have no idea what the fuck is going on and are stuck watching our MCs be absolutely ridiculous. I love every version of this trope. It could be mostly text based. It could be mostly social media based. As long as it checks the boxes? I’m all in. You don’t understand. I think the first one of these I read was with Sam and Dean Winchester as kids in school from the perspective of a guidance counselor. I have been ruined. I have read every fic I could find with the premise of SkyGem’s Retirement AU (Yuri On Ice). I read White Collar DC crossover fanfiction despite not knowing or caring about White Collar because I treat it like outsider POV fanfictions with a fun identity reveal element. My favorite My Hero Academia fanfiction of all time is entirely made up of social media bit and bobs (tumblr posts, twitter posts, text message chains, etc). I am currently reading a Carmen Sandiego fic like this and it is such a crack fic. It is so unserious. I can’t put it down. I am so hooked.

[hiroyildiz]

Fanfic idea:

When Jason inexplicably gets out of his grave and starts wandering the streets of Gotham it's not Talia who finds him, it's John Constantine.

Jason: *Zombying*

Constantine: Ah! A zombie!

Jason: *Holds his hand*

Constantine: Ah! Attachment!

Tim: What'cha got'cha there mr. Magic User who isn't supposed to be in Gotham?

Constantine: *Holding a dangerous artifact he stole from Tim's house*

Constantine: *Shoves Jason forward* The old Robin.

Tim: Holy overreaction, magic man.

Featuring tired-single-mom-of-two Constantine™, magical side of Jason, Tim's house full of cursed artifacts, League of Assassins in distress and bat-kids making Bruce re-evaluate his life choices by getting involved with sorcery.

[san-fics]

Marinette: 7 years ago when I first came to Gotham, I sent out an email one Friday to the entire Bat-team inviting them to go on a weekend excursion.

Marinette: Only Damian showed up, so it was like a date, and we started dating from that day and got married.

Marinette: Our 6th wedding anniversary is coming up, and we want to go on that same excursion again.

Tim Drake: Oh, I remember it!

Tim Drake: It was that time when Damian asked me to delete your email from everyone else's inboxes!

Marinette: …

[catgrandpa]

Gotham has always been weird, so when the groundskeeper at the cemetery noticed the Wayne kid’s plot was disturbed, he just chalked it up to more of the same ol’. Alright, so ‘disturbed’ may be a tad too light of a word, but what’s an empty grave in the grand scheme of Gotham? God knows in a city like this one, they could use all the burial room they could get. He figured he’d just jot it down on the website and hope nobody noticed for a while.

Too bad he didn’t account for the 13 year old boy in Bristol who periodically checks the cemetery’s website when he’s feeling particularly lonely.

Plot Removed.

Tim Drake stared at the two words under the heading for Jason Todd’s plot number. Removed? What do they mean ‘removed’? They can’t just remove a plot? That’s a person down there! That’s Robin down there! You can’t Remove Robin!

Calm down. Deep breaths. Assess the situation.

Robin has been dead for 5 months and 14 days. There is no reason for a grave to be removed that early, especially one of a member of such an affluential family. Chances are likely it’s a simple clerical issue. He can call first thing in the morning and make them aware of the mistake. He can have it all fixed in 5 hours.

Just a phone call.

In 5 hours.

…

Tim hates talking on the phone almost as much as he hates waiting.

Well it won’t be the first time he’s snuck out to head to Gotham proper at 1am. It can’t even really be considered sneaking out if there’s no one home to catch you.

Buses stop running at 2, so he layers a couple sweaters under his coat and grabs his best running sneakers so he can comfortably make the trek back.

Just a quick trip to settle his nerves. Maybe get a few shots in if he spots Batman, but really he just wants to see with his own two eyes that things are okay and Jason can rest.

It’s 1:37 by the time he gets to the headstone reading ‘Here Lies Jason Todd’ and the gaping, muddy pit in front of it.

This- This doesn’t make any sense. This is not removal. This is destruction. Desecration. Somebody did this. Somebody-

Assess the situation.

A hole in the ground, approximately 1.5 feet in diameter.

Mud and grass flung outward but with little force.

Large chunks of earth turned over and shoved away.

No signs of tool marks or clean lines of entry into the dirt.

Dragging claw marks.

Staggering, shuffled pairs of foot prints in the mud.

A trail of dirt.

Something… Something large clawed its way out of the ground here. Something large and bipedal and- and humanoid.

Tim refuses to jump to any conclusions he can see all the facts laid in front of him. He’s going to cautiously follow the trail and simply hope to any god listening that he isn’t the world’s first line of defense against the zombie apocalypse.

He’s been walking for 23 minutes and there’s good news and undecided news. Good news: he’s closing in on the target and the trail isn’t taking him out of the way so his trip home won’t be prolonged. Undecided news: The potential Zombie Robin is heading directly for Wayne Manor.

As zombie apocalypse news, this is very bad. From Tim’s collected observational evidence, his not-so-professional opinion is that Batman, faced with a horror movie level zombie of his dead son, would not respond well, and would likely not fight back.

In Batman and Robin news? Tim’s unsure. If Jason is simply back? What could that mean for them? Batman can have his Robin. He wouldn’t have to continue nearly killing others and himself every night in his grief. Jason could-

No. Stop. Do not jump to conclusions.

Hope only brings heartbreak.

What would Batman do? Get close and see if the target is a threat.

Target is male. Mid-teens. Dark hair. Pale skin. Leaning against surfaces as he walks. Appears injured and disoriented.

Minimal risk assessed. Approaching and attempting contact.

Target identity confirmed: Jason Todd.

“J-Jason?” It comes out as a croaked whisper. Jason shows no sign of acknowledgment.

Tim clears his throat, steps right in front of his path, and tries again.

“Jason. Jason, stop I want to help you.” Still nothing.

“Please, Jason. I can help, I promise I can help!”

Why isn’t this working?! Why can’t he just do something right for once?! He wants this to work, he wants to help Bruce, he wants to fix Batman, he wants to not be alone, he wants-

“Robin!”

Robin jerks to a stop.

Tim reached out his hand.

“Robin. Robin please, I’m sorry you’re going through this, it’s really scary, I’m really scared. But I just want to help you. Help you find Batman. Help you get home.”

Jason just stares at him. Of course he does. Of course it’s not going to work. Why did he even bother hoping he could help?

Hope only brings heartbreak.

His sight blurs as his eyes fill with tears and he starts to lower his outstretched hand.

His arm is slowed as a cold hand weakly grasps his own.

“Don’t… scared… Bat… help… Dad… help.”

A relieved sob tears out from Tim’s chest and he gathers himself together. He yanks his extra sweater off and gently pulls it over Jason’s cold shoulders. Jason lets Tim drag his arm over his shoulders to try and carry some of his weight.

“Okay, Robin. Yeah. Your dad will help us.”

Batman will solve everything once Tim gets Robin home.

[rapplesart]

Random fic idea

Tim drake but instead of loosing his spleen he lost part of his leg.

Tim thought it was obvious he was missing his right leg from the knee down. It was a whole leg that was missing after all. Sure he was wearing a prosthetic made by Ra's' best people.

One he painfully earned after that crazy fucker made him fight a bunch of his assassins one legged in order to "proof himself as the true heir of the bat he saw in him" or something. So sure, the leg might be more advanced than most, and it imitated natural steps a lot easier and even made it possible to easily run without switching to a different leg. Truly it was a perfect leg be vigilante with. But he never even bothered to give it human like appearances.

But apparently the Fam didn't notice. When he returned with Bruce everyone was too reliefed to give Tim a closer look and it just never came up afterwards.

Tim thought they just didn't want to ask about it in a weird attempt of being polite or even caring. Bruce surely did enough research on how it happened on his own. The man spend the whole travel back to Gotham with Tim after all. Tim truly believed the world's greatest detective would have noticed his missing leg.

Except he didn't. Not if he interpreted the way they looked so incredibly disturbed by is nonchalant way of handlinh the boiling hot chemicals that landed on his metal leg. He just brushed it off, the battle continued and since nothing seemed to be injured no one pressed him when he said "Must've missed me after all"

Now, how do you deal with a family that didn't notice you're missing a leg? That's right you fuck with them.

First thing he did was buy himself a few more realistic looking prosthetic leg. It had to be custom made to fit his stump so it took a whole but it was a worthwhile investment.

The first one was Jason. Call it a twisted revenge for trying to kill him but Tim just really wanted him to be messed with the most. So one day when he knew it was only Jason and him on patrol he strategically set himself down to fall. Crunching some spaghettis to ass in a sickening way only to stand up and walk away as if nothing ever happened.... With his foot toned the wrong way around. Insisting on nothing being wrong and Jason being delusional whenever the older boy tried to get him to get medical treatment. He switched it up the whole evening, whenever he was out of sight he turned the fool right and wrong. Driving the guy insane.

Jason did not sleep well that night. He was also top weirded out and unsure if what he saw was real to talk about it with anyone else.

Then, he challenged dick to a flexibility contest seeing how far they han bend their knees and feet. Even Mr bones are a social construct gymnast Richard Grayson looked horrified as Tim stood there, food bend almost in half, knee twisted to the impossible and what looked lihe a bend in the middle of his leg. Dick claimed cheating except the thing that greeted him when he demanded Tim to puch up his pant leg to expose his trick was a normal looking leg. The first Robin did lots of stretches in the following weeks. His pride was hurt after all.

Finding a way to mess with Damian was a bit more difficult. The brat still made a bunch of harsh comments again and again and he really wasn't close enough with Tim to be easily gaslit. The kid was a trained assassin and was probably used to a bunch of weird shit considering everything Ra's. So Tim decided he could go a bit more gory on Robin than the others. So one night he sat in front of Damians room, in the dark hallway and waited till one of his pets passed him. Once Alfred the Cat came along he made some louder coping noise that would Definetly make the kid look out to check on his animals. It worked just as planned, Damian peeked out his door to see Tim, crosslegged and barefoot on the floor, seemingly cutting off his toe to feed the cat. In reality it was nothing more than a cat treat and carefully picked, animal safe food coloring.

The kid scremed at him, threatened to stab him, punched him real good for harming his cat and took off with said cat to find Alfred so the older man could check on the poor kitten. Of course not beforeaking sure Tim was in an adequate amount of pain on the floor, with his 'injured' food secured to the floor with another knife. Only to return with a worried Alfred on tow to see Tim, standing two whole bare feet with a confused expression and a bag of cat treats in the hall.

Tim got a broken nose for it but it surely was worth it. Especially once he quietly whispered a 'no one will ever belief you' to the kid in passing. He might have traumatised the boy a little but Tim fought it justified for all the attempted murder he suffered.

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

Danny purposely wrote the worst fanfiction he could think of to mentally destroy Tucker and posted it online for everyone to read.

It was a fic so horrid that is would make Lex Luthor squirm, the Justice League writhe and any bats reading it cringe so hard thier spines would be turned to powder!

...so why were the Justice League at his door? And why are they saying that they need to protect him from the people his fic pissed off? We're supervillians really going to try to murder him over one fanfic?

A nearby explosion was his answer. Huh. At least it wasn't ghosts this time. Unfortunately, his parents are involved all the same, which meant their tech was involved, and he was powerless until he could get away from both them and the Justice League who wanted eyes on him 24/7.

[olailamajnoon]

Headcanon: Jason, after coming back from the dead, decides to fuck with Bruce for revenge and also because it slaps, but mostly for revenge ykwim

Bruce blames coffee and lack of sleep for the fact that the pizza delivery boy looks like Jason, the club bouncer looks like Jason, the clerk in Damian's school looks like Jason

Jason: here's your pizza, mister *shoves it into Bruce's face*

Bruce: 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 can I ask your name

Jason: Percy, but everyone just calls me Purse. Like in "cut purse"

Bruce: *under his breath* jesus, you even SOUND like him

Jason, wide innocent eyes popping out of his chiseled man face: you okay dude?

Bruce, convinced he's finally lost his mind, but still holding on to the "illusion": Do you want to come inside?

Jason, deadpan: dude you're rich white and famous, you really think imma let you take me inside your gargantuan Gothic mansion? Being killed one time's enough

Bruce, turning around: *wHaT dId YoU sAy*

[gothamite-rambler]

Thrill Seekers

Konner Kent: Okay, we're high up, but you just gotta jump-

Tim (Red Robin): Let's go!

Red Robin jumped out of the plane, not wearing the parachute, but holding it in one hand.

Nightwing fell backwards holding the parachute against his chest.

Jason walked out like the plane was on the ground, holding the parachute like it was a lunch bag.

Donna (impressed): Thrill seekers, freaking thrill seekers I swear.

Kon: Is that a qualification for getting adopted by Bruce?

Donna shrugged with a smile and jumped out next with Konner.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

After some very eventful weeks of Jason’s debut as the Red Hood he takes a well deserved night off and decides to crash in one of his safe houses.

He did not count on one of the Bats finding him there.

So to keep his plans from being torpedoed entirely Jason goes with the split second decision of pretending he was held captive by the Red Hood.