#big brother jason

[crybabycinna]

Pt 7 This is correct and no I will not take criticism

(I hope y’all know that I pull these out my ass and I love that y’all love these)

*jason currently in the league*

Jason: *panicking cause he can’t find his baby brother* oh my god moms gonna kill me

Talia: Jason

Jason: *gets scared* oh god! Hi mom

Talia: what’s the matter?

Jason: nothing

Talia: *sighs* don’t lie to your mother

Jason: *mumbles* I lost damian

Talia: speak up dear

Jason: mom I lost Damian!

Talia: what?

Jason: I lost my baby brother!

Talia: no you didn’t

Jason: ma I did

Talia: *turns Jason around and takes Damian off his back then turns him back around to face her*

Jason: DAMIAN!

Talia: you know he’s very attached to you

*bonus*

Jason: *tried calling rose in his panic when he was looking for Damian….she never answered* she doesn’t love me!

[justrandomfanfictionskh]

Mary Todd pt 18

The Last Chapter

ao3 Beginning Previous

Marinette did not regret moving up her trip to Themyscira. She and everyone around her agreed that she needed to complete her training with Hippolyta as soon as possible. Still there was one thing she did regret.

“You’ll come back soon, right?” Lian said as she tried to squeeze all of the air out of her.

“Of course,” Marinette said, “I think I’ll be coming back to Gotham many, many more times. And I’ll always make time to see you.”

Lian nodded and released her as she went to stand by Artemis. Marinette then turned to Jason and sighed. “I feel like we just found each other.”

Jason shrugged a sad, but proud smile never giving way, not even as he pulled her into another bone crushing hug. “And we’ll find each other again. As many times as it takes. Now, go and show those Amazons what we Todd’s are made of!”

Marinette laughed, whipping away her stay tears as they separated. “Never change Jay-Jay,” she said. “And don’t forget, my parents want you in Paris in no less than one week’s time.”

“Got it!” Jason laughed. As the took one more moment to just look at each other.

“I’ll miss you,” she finally said.

“Miss you too Pixie,” he said, and he kissed her forehead before stepping back.

Marinette looked around the Cave at everyone assembled. Her family had practically doubled in the short time sense she had left Paris, and she couldn’t be happier. They had each said their good byes, and she had thanked them each in turn. But there was still one person left. Finally, her eyes landed on Roy, who was watching her with such love and adoration, Marinette barely knew what to do with it.

She opened her mouth trying to find the right words, but in the end, she didn’t know what to say. Fortunately, he did as he stepped forward, taking her head in his hands and kissing long and deep. Marinette melted into it, smiling in spite of herself as everything else vanished around them.

“Get a room,” someone shouted.

“Lian don’t look,” some else called.

Someone pretended to gag in the corner of the cave, but Marinette didn’t hear any of them. All of her senses were focused on this moment, with this man who needed her. Who loved her. Who was letting her go, but still chose to hold her. Roy ended the kiss but still kept her close as he whispered, “I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Promise?” Marinette said still smiling.

“All we need is right now,” he said. “That’s enough.”

“Time to go,” Wonder Woman declared, as Donna and Cassie put the last of her bags onto the jet.

Marinette separated herself from Roy, and yet despite the fact that she was saying good bye she couldn’t stop smiling. Yes, she was leaving, but she had a mission. She had two homes. And she was loved. And there was an amazing man waiting for her when she got back. What more could she want or ask for. She was moving forward with her life, and for the first time in a long time, her path was clear.

So as she waved good bye, she smiled and called, “See you soon!”

THE END

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[leafykeen]

New chapter (finally). It's been written for close to a year, but I couldn't end it, and I'm still not happy with the ending, but it is finally done!

[awhitehead17]

Day by Day - Chapter 21

Chapter warnings: Description of kidnapping and references to beatings; a character throwing up.

Chapter preview:

The next morning Jason greets them with breakfast with a side of a suspicious look. As Tim and Kon take a seat at the table Tim glares back daring Jason to make the retort he wants to. After glaring for several seconds Jason smirks at him before putting his hands up in surrender, the action makes Tim want to establish how nothing scandalous actually happened, however he doesn’t because it’s easier to let Jason think whatever he wants to than know what really did happen last night.

Kon’s wearing the same clothes as the previous day and Tim checks if he wants to go home to grab fresh stuff but Kon denies the offer and simply asks if he could use their bathroom. Once ready the two of them head to school together with Jason reminding Tim he’ll be picking him up that day and offers Kon an open invitation to come back if he wishes to.

The walk to school is silent. Tim attempts to break it but any effort at conversation is futile as Kon only replies with one word answers or a sound. Tim leaves him be after that, at least until they get a block away from their destination.

[writerlovestropes]

Master list (all 28 prompts, 1 per chapter!)

Chapters: 28/28 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Jack Drake, Janet Drake, Original Male Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, but fluff and humor too, Hurt Tim Drake, Hurt Jason Todd, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, 5 year old Tim drake, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Dimension Travel, Blood and Injury, Panic Attacks, Rated T for Jason's swearing, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU) Series: Part 1 of A Second Chance at Happiness

Summary:

Job opening: Housekeeper/Babysitter/Bodyguard for five-year-old Timothy Drake

Requirements: None. Pretending to be Mrs. Mac's son won't even cause the Drakes to do a background check (they won't even bother to check if you're a crime lord that accidentally traveled from another dimension either)

Hours: Negotiable. No extended home visits. Must only drop off food and water twice a week because a five-year-old boy and a houseplant apparently have the same needs.

Start Date: Immediately

Or: An accidental interdimensional teleportation causes the Red Hood to end up pretending to be Jason Mac and being Timmy's babysitter.

This is my story for Febuwhump 2023. 28 Chapters of Whump, Hurt/comfort, Humor, and Fluff! Updated once every day of February.

[prlssprfctn]

Dick is kind of a big brother who knows what effect he has on his siblings's friends, and he never misses an opportunity to make himself look even cooler in their eyes. But Jason? Oh, Jason has no idea that people even consider him pretty and interesting.

It pisses his siblings even more.

Jason, on his bike, with the most insane face card: Hey, Replacement, hop on. We have work to do.

Kon, twirling his hair: Is your brother, like... free?

Bernard: Yeah, on Friday

Tim, with his eye twitching: I will kill you.

Jason, absolutely unaware of what is going on: ??? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO

***

Jon, waving enthusiastically at Jason, who passes by kitchen: Jason is so cool!

Damian: ...

Jon: And kind!

Damian: Calling Todd kind is definitely a choice.

Jon: But he read me a bedtime story the last time I was staying here 😕

Damian, frowning: ...

(Damian, later that day: Why did you read bedtime story to Jon and not me.)

***

Jason: Why Tim's and Damian's friends keep fucking glaring at me? Or stumble when I am around? What tf am I doing wrong?

Dick, trying to hide his laughter: Eh, no idea

Bruce, absentmindedly: I, actually, have the same problem when I am around other people

Alfred, amused: No DNA test required, that's for sure

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

I need in my life Tim Drake who does rely on adults but really only one and Bruce is jealous as fuck about it.

"Tim where's your spleen, why haven't you told anyone about this"

"I told Dick what you talking about"

"Tim you played baseball in outerspace why didn't you call for backup?"

"I called Dick"

Why didn't you tell us you were bisexual"

"Dick's known for years? Wym?"

You see my vision Bruce, Alfred, Jack Drake I need these adults pushing for Tim to talk to them or ask for help and this boy to just constantly be like Dick knows, I called Dick, why would I call you.

Dick's sitting pretty knowing everything not surprised by a single fact because if it's the stupidest thing or the most important guess what Tim called him.

The man knows and sees all because Tim heard once that you tell a trusted adult important stuff and well Tim has only ever trusted one.

[trainer-sean]

I feel that Bruce is more immediately concerned that a pair of children have been forced to face against a villain and lost all their backup and mentor, and hes somehow hasn't heard of it all.

Jason:

Alfred:

Jason:

Alfred: No.

Jason: But Alfie!

Alfred: No, Master Jason. You can't just go out and adopt a sad teenager.

Jason, clutching Marinette: But why not? How is this any different than what Bruce does?

Marrinette, muffled: I'm not sad, I'm stressed and overworked and haven't had a full night's sleep in ages.

Tim: Sounds like she's practically already one of us.

Bruce: She might have parents, Jason.

Jason: As if that has stopped you before!

Marinette, still muffled: Yep, I actually have parents.

Dick: She's pretty adorable.

Jason: Right?!

Afred: Master Richard, please!

Cass: *koala hugs Marinette from the other side and gives Bruce a long stare*

Damian, spoiling some of the kwamis: I have decided that she shall join the family.

Jason: See? Even the brat claimed her as family and he barely wanted Dick!

Marinette, sandwiched between Jason and Cass and trying to speak louder: Actually I'm only here because I really think we might need help against our Parisian villain.

Bruce: You're fighting a villain? I assume you're a sidekick? Who's your mentor?

Alfred, dangerously low: Master Bruce.

Marinette: Not a sidekick. Since our Mentor lost his memories and our temporary heroes got exposed it's just my partner and I.

Bruce:

Alfred:

Bruce: So-

Alfred: OH FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!

[psychokatrixxxy]

Batfam AU

Damian was captured by some villain, and Dick just saved him.

Nightwing: Why didn't you send a distress signal? You could have gotten hurt. What if I didn't get here in time?

Robin: tt, stop your incessant nagging, Grayson. I can handle myself. Besides, I did send out a distress signal.

Nightwing: Really, cause I didn't get it, and neither did B.

Robin, realizing something: Ah, I believe I may have alerted someone else of my capture then...

Nightwing: who-

He's cut off as a red figure barrels through the window, shattering it.

Red Hood, guns cocked as he looks around the room: Who the fuck do I need to kill?

Robin, deadpan: Impeccable timing as always, Akhi.

[yj-polycule]

Actual sibling behavior We love to see it

[crybabycinna]

Pt 14 this is correct and no I will not take criticism

*set during Jason being in the league*

Jason: *sitting in the passenger seat* alright dami you ready?

Damian: *in the drivers seat* yup

Jason: what do we do first?

Damian: seatbelt

Jason: good *puts on his seatbelt* now what?

Damian: *puts on his seatbelt* start the car

Jason: mhm

Damian: *starts up the car*

Jason: now what?

Damian:….floor it

Jason: mhm very goo-Wait what?

Damian: FLOOR IT! *puts the car in drive and slams on the gas*

Jason: OH GOD MOMS GONNA KILL ME

*bonus*

Talia: so what happened to my car again?

Jason: I just wanted to teach him how to drive

Talia: JASON HES EIGHT! DAMIAN DOESNT NEED TO KNOW HOW TO DRIVE YET!

[justrandomfanfictionskh]

Mary Todd pt 17

ao3 Beginning Previous

Marinette had told Artemis, that the only thing they could do, was live their lives until destiny called. But that didn’t mean they had to be idle, so that was what they did. For the three months between Marinette coming to Gotham, and her scheduled departure to Themyscria, they lived their lives to the best of their ability. Jason and the Batclan got to know Marinette and soon it was like she was always there. Using Longg, she often went out with them at night, but she stayed out of the press and away from the big cases.

When the gala came, everyone agreed that the Wayne’s outfits were to die for. And while everyone expected the designer to draw inspiration to the heroes because of her work for the Heroes Gala in Paris, Marinette surprised everyone by paying homage to the city itself. A negative of the distinctive Gotham skyline was embroidered on Bruce’s solid black coat, which faded into golden stars up his back and chest. Tim’s grey marbled suit was patterned after the Wayne Building, and Dick’s dark blue suit flowed and shimmered in a way reminiscent of the river at night. Barbara’s silver and blue gown was perfectly fitted to her wheel chair, and paid homage to her father who escorted her in with a smile. Cass’s black dress swept the floor with a thousand silver stars, and no one knew that the train was detachable. And of course, Damian’s Forest green suite was embroidered with the flowers and animals found in the Botanical Gardens.  

But Jason, Stephanie, and Duke’s suits were her favorite. Taking inspiration from the neighborhoods where they grew up, Marinette made them the most elegant and royal outfits she could in their favorite colors, and then ruined them. She did it artfully and with intention. Ripping the tulle in Stephanie’s skirt, staining the Gold of Duke’s jacket with browns and blacks, and printing newspapers on the lining fabric of Jason’s coat. If anyone less skilled or intentional had attempted it, the work would have looked messy, and they would have ruined three very expensive outfits. But Marinette had done them, in such a way, that at first glance, you didn’t notice anything wrong with their outfits. It was only on closer inspection that you noticed, the patches on Stephanie’s bodice, the rip in Duke’s tie, and the mismatched fabrics of Jason’s jacket.

The press most certainly noticed what she was doing, and they kept her at the front door for at least forty-five minutes demanding answers. Marinette smiled and explained patiently. “I was adopted from Gotham. In fact, when I was a child I lived in Crime Alley, before my parents, who were visiting, found me and took me home. When I took the Wayne’s commission and these three told me their story, I asked for their permission to share our shared experience with the world tonight. They were very happy to agree, and I’m so glad they did…”

She then proceeded to rave about every single charity, legitimate adoption agency, and foundation available, until Roy, in a more understated but still fabulous suit she had made for him, pulled her into the ballroom. He laughed as he checked his phone when a notification went off. “Looks like you started another internet war.”

“What?” Marinette said as she snatched a champagne flute. She looked over his shoulder.

“Apparently,” he said, “Revealing that you were originally from here has Gotham and Paris fighting over you.”

Marinette laughed and shook her head as she selected one of the tweets. “‘I can’t believe,’” she read, “‘There’s a black-haired, blue-eyed orphan from Crime Alley that Brucie Wayne hasn’t adopted. Someone make sure he doesn’t try to get her by marriage! #whippedGothamboytoy and #badassParischick for life!’ Oh kwami! People are ridiculous!”

Roy chuckled as he put his phone away. “I just can’t believe that hashtag is still trending. Oliver hasn’t shut up about it.”

“How’s that going by the way?” she asked gently.

“It’s good,” he admitted. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now. If you don’t mind, I think I can see the d’oeurve table, and I want to drown myself in it. Care to join me?”

Marinette and shook her head as they moved toward the table. “Always…thanks for coming with me by the way.”

“Hey, it was my honor,” Roy said gently, “Besides what kind of whipped Gotham boytoy would I be if I didn’t escort my bad ass Paris girlfriend to her boring work functions.”

Marinette giggled, as she leaned on him, “Well next date night, you get to pick where we go.”

“So, it’s official then!”

“Zatanna!” Marinette cried as she embraced her friend. “I didn’t know you were going to be here!”

“Yeah well,” the Sorceress said flicking her hair, “Thought I’d crash the party see how my favorite power couple was doing. You’d be amazed the places I can get into with a snap of my fingers. And how are you, Roy?”

“I’m good Z, you?”

“Thriving, mind if I borrow your date for a second?”

“Only if you point me to Jason and/or the bar. I refused to be cornered by the vultures.”

Zatanna complied, and then she and Marinette vanished into the crowd. Roy smiled after them and then, with the skill he’d been honing since his early teens, promptly faded into the background of the party. He made his way to the bar where Jason had predictably latched himself.

“If Marinette comes and asks for a wine, then I’m going to have some severe déjà vu,” Roy said as he ordered a glass of brandy.

“I thought you we agreed you two weren’t going to flirt in front of me!” Jason groaned. “It’s disgusting.”

“It’s not my fault, your sister drives me crazy, and that you’re an overprotective jackass.”

Jason muttered into his glass, and Roy laughed as he leaned back to watch the dancers. In the end it was Jason who broke their easy silence. “Has she talked to you yet? About the whole Paris, Executioner, Arbiter, thing?”

Roy sipped his drink and nodded, “We have. She was very insistent on it. Said it was important.”

“It is important,” Jason said.

“Do you believe you’re the Executioner?”

Jason sighed and knocked back the last of his drink, he ordered another one and then lead them into a secluded corner of the party where they could talk a bit more openly. “I don’t know,” Jason said running a hand through his hair. “I thought I was. When Marinette first explained it, it sounded…right. It would make this whole mess make sense.”

“But…” Roy prompted.

Jason shook his head as he sipped his drink. “Whenever I think of leaving Gotham, even if I’m leaving with her, it doesn’t feel right. I…I tried leaving this place. There have been moments, on missions, with the League of Assassins when I thought, yeah, I could be happy outside of Gotham. But then…”

 Roy waited for Jason to get his words. Jason raised a hand and touched the lining of his jacket. A slight smile tugged at his lips. Marinette had shone him the articles she had printed there. It was a clipping of Jason’s debut. The head line had read, “Robin cusses out the Penguin!” and Jason had laughed when he saw it.

“This city,” the antihero said calmly, “It’s a part of me. I don’t know if I can be what she needs me to be. I’m too…broken.”

“We’re all broken Jay,” Roy said, hand on his shoulder. “And Mari will always need you, even if you’re not some divinely appointed warrior sent to protect her.”

Jason scoffed into his glass as he shook his head, “Shut up, before I have to say something rude to keep my reputation.”

“What reputation?” Roy scoffed.

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“It’s coming,” Zatanna asked quietly. She and Marinette had hidden themselves in a dark hallway away from the party. “Can you feel it?”

Marinette sighed and opened her bag. Plagg and Tikki flew out and greeted the Sorceress Supreme with uncharacteristically somber moods. Zatanna’s eyes bulged at being in the presence of the two most powerful beings in the multiverse. She turned to Marinette and hissed, “Are you wearing both of them?”

Marinette sighed and nodded as she removed her evening glove to show the slender rose gold ring in her finger. “The city’s energies have been swirling for weeks,” she said calmly, “I think Jay-Jay knows somethings up. Roy definitely does. I might have rushed things a bit in order to spend more time with him.”

“You’re going to take the mantel yourself,” Zatanna said somberly.

“I can’t take Roy from Lian,” Marinette said shaking her head, “And I can’t do this to Jay-Jay. His personal balance is too precarious, and I’m running out of time.”

“Do you know when it will happen?”

“I was going to say tomorrow, but I guess that’s wishful thinking.”

“Why do you say that?” Zatanna asked, and Marinette looked away. There was so much pain and exhaustion in her eyes that Zatanna wanted to wrap her up in the biggest hug, but she refrained as the two small gods floated up in between them.

“Because you are here,” Plagg said sadly.

“What?” Zatanna asked startled.

“Sorceress,” Tikki said, “You have been called by the universe to bear witness on behalf of the magics to the ascension of the Executioner, and the completion of the three. Tonight the Keepers shall be made whole, and we of the divine energies of the world might finally be permitted to act and restore balance to the world.”

Zatanna drew in a long breath as Marinette dapped at her eyes in an attempt to preserve her makeup. Zatanna closed her eyes and centered herself. Her friend needed her. She cursed; Marinette shouldn’t have to go through this. She had already given so much to save the world; she shouldn’t have to give more. Zatanna felt like a little girl again, watching her father taking the Helmet of Fate. It had taken years to get him back. Would something like that happen to Marinette? Would Jason and Roy have to fight tooth and nail just to get one hour a year with her.

Zatanna shook herself. This was not helping. She centered herself again and opened her eyes. “What are you going to do?”

Marinette sighed and said, “What I’ve always done…I’ll do what the universe demands of me and pray that it’s enough.”

Zatanna nodded and pulled her into an embrace. “I’ll help,” she whispered. How long they stayed like that, neither of them could say. But they only broke apart when the sound of glass shattering and screams echoed from the gala. The pull of the universe tugged at the hearts of the two most powerful magic users in the world. And so, Zatanna stepped to the side and bore witness.

There are three Keepers of Balance. The Guardian who protects the Miraculous, the physical tethers for the embodiment of the Universe’s divine energies. When the Keepers are called, the Guardian gives the Miraculous away to those who are worthy, and who are in need. But of all the miraculous given, two are reserved for the other Keepers, and none others. The Miraculous of Creation, which is given to the Arbiter, the one who passes judgment. And the Miraculous od Destruction, which is given to the Executioner, the one who sees that judgment done.

Others might wear and use the miraculous, should the need arise, but on the Keepers may use them to fulfill their divine purpose. Only the Arbiter could use the Ladybug to pass judgment. Only the Execution could use the Cat to fulfill justice.

So, Marinette closed her eyes and called upon the magics. The kwami nodded their respect to Zatanna and went to their Keeper’s will. But even as they were drawn into the jewels, they could not help but smile. In a way, they had always known it would come to this. Ever since that final fight with Hawkmoth. Their chosen just needed time before she caught up to destiny. Time and a reason.

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Jason fell to the ground as soon as he saw the large windows shatter. Goons dressed as clowns carrying everything from tommy guns to bats with nails swung in and quickly surrounded the guests. Jason scanned the crowd and cursed. Bruce was in the middle of the floor with Cass. Tim and Steph were right beside them. Barbara and Dick were with the Commissioner. Duke and Damian were in the middle of a group of socialites who had decided to cling to them. Damian looked like he was about to stab one of them, which was fair, but now wasn’t the time for that.

It looked like he and Roy were the only ones in a position to sneak away, but he wasn’t going to leave until he saw Mari. Roy had said that she had disappeared with Zatanna, so she was undoubtedly safe, but they were no where to be seen in the ballroom.

“Come on,” Roy hissed, and they started to rise in an attempt to make it to one of the nearby exits. But then the main doors burst open in a rocking explosion.

In walked the Joker. He wore a brand-new eggplant purple and line green suit. People screamed as he tossed his fedora at a nearby goon, revealing his stretched and twisted smile.

“What’s this! A party? But where are the balloons? The cake? The party games? Old Brucie! Did you even think to hire a clown?” Joker cried as he sauntered into the middle of the dance floor. The crowd parted before him like the red sea. Only Bruce stood in his way. His face twisted in the fear of his “Brucie” persona, but the hand he used to shield Cassandra was steady. And stood tall and firm, as he stared down the worst villain in Gotham.

“Joker,” Bruce said, allowing a single quiver of his voice. “I’m assuming you want a check?”

“Half right there, old Brucie, old pal!” The Joker sang as he lightly tapped Bruce’s cheek. Jason felt himself growl, and green began to creep into the edges of his vision. That was his father, and the man who had killed him. There was no way in hell, he was letting the Joker get in between them again. Not now, after they had worked so hard to finally get to a place where they could actually talk to each other.

Someone tried to pull Jason out of the room, but he was rooted to the spot as the Joker continued his taunting. “I want every diamond, every ruby, and every gold encrusted bobble in this joint. Laughter ain’t cheap folks, so fork it over or you all get sprayed! But! Before I leave, there’s one more thing I need to see.”

“Whatever it is,” Bruce said as calmly as he could while a goon with a bag began walking around. “I’m sure we can come to an understanding.”

“Yes, I’m sure we could!” Joker sneered, “You see…there’s a rumor floating around Arkham. A rumor of a little China chick, who likes to judge others? Specifically, their fashion. I hear Gotham’s practically in love with her, and their all dying to have her judge them. So, come on Brucie! I’m here to get with the trends! Where is she? I want to be judged! I really, truly want to know what she thinks of me!”  

The Joker’s smile practically doubled, as Bruce’s face paled. And if Jason had been in his right mind, he would have been able to guess the cause. However, the moment the Joker had mentioned Marinette, Jason’s vision went pure green, and he began to stalk towards the Joker. Someone was trying to keep him back, and he went to break their hand.

“So, you wish to be judged!” A voice echoed through the assembly.

Jason blinked as the green vanished. He froze and saw that the wrist he was holding was Roy’s. He was about to break Roy’s hand. Roy, however, didn’t seem to be paying attention anymore. His face had gone a deathly pale, but he wasn’t looking at Jason, or even the Joker. Instead, he was staring up at the ceiling, his face twisted in regret and awe. Jason spun and followed his gaze, and his heart sunk even as it soared in wonder. The Joker had called for Marinette’s judgment, and she was here to give it.

Descending from the skylight like an Old Testament angle, A masked warrior dressed all in black stared at the Joker with blue cat eyes that glowed with a fire brighter than the chandeliers that she was among. Her solid black breast plate faded into an emerald green at her arms until it looked as if her hands had been dipped in poison. Her billowing black skirt faded to red until it looked as if she had been wading through blood. She flew on four wings eagle wings. The two that came from her shoulders were a shimmering red as if they were encrusted with rubies. The two that came from her back were green and were like emeralds. Her ebony black hair fell to her waist, but some unseen wind was blowing it about her so that the golden tips resembled a glowing crown about her head.

She was beautiful, wonderful, and terrible all at once. But Jason knew, despite the golden mask covering half of her face, it was Marinette. He didn’t know what had happened to her, but he could guess. Just as he could guess what was about to happen. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run to her, tell her that this was his place. He wanted to stop her…But he couldn’t.

Something rooted him to the floor, and he couldn’t move. And even as he watched in shame and horror, he also watched in pride and wonder. Because that was his sister. That powerful being coming to bring, just a little more peace to Gotham, their home, was his sister. And he couldn’t have been prouder. So, he stayed exactly where he was. He didn’t fight the force holding him back, even as he blinked back tears.

“Joker,” The Keeper declared in that echoing voice that filled the innocents with hope and sent the guilty trembling, “You have asked to be judged, and so I judge you. I judge you guilty. I judge you evil. I judge you a threat against the natural forces that govern this world. I judge that you have destabilized the balance between Order and Chaos, and have turned the world towards evil. You have polluted the rivers of chaos and distorted the natural ley lines.

“I judge you disserving of Justice. And so as Keeper of the Balance, justice shall be met.”

With the last line, the Keeper drew the sword at her waist. The ruby hilt was graceful and elegant, but the emerald blade was twisted and cruel. A slender line of gold ran down the center of both, and caused the sword to glow with the same light of her eyes, dimming the rest of the world with it.

The Joker didn’t even have time to open his mouth before his neck met the blade. There was utter and complete silence as the body slowly fell to its knees in a final act of respect before the Lady, and then fell to the ground. Jason expected the head to role off, but it did not. Instead the Joker just lay on his side, and not even his ghastly makeup could hide the look of pure terror on his face.

“So it is done,” the Keeper said, and she flew away.

For exactly five minutes, no one, not even the goons, moved. Then someone screamed, and the ballroom erupted into chaos. The goons ran out the way they had come. Gordon was on his phone, as the Wayne’s disappeared to get changed. Jason flinched when a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. He spun and saw Zatanna, her face firm and unyielding.

“Come,” she said quietly, “We have to bring her back.”

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Roy was shaking. Zatanna had teleported them to the top of Wayne Tower, and it was freezing. But that didn’t matter. They had to find Marinette, and as Zatanna explained the more his panic grew.

“Did she know that could happen?” Jason asked as they scanned the night sky for two pairs of glowing wings.

Zatanna nodded as she worked on a spell meant to draw her to them. “It’s one of the reasons the Keepers are traditionally three. Acting on the will of both Creation and Destruction is…seductive. Imagine doing the thing you were always meant to be doing, you’re whole life, and then having every single barrier removed. If we don’t act quickly, she could lose herself in that state forever.”

“But why?” Jason demanded, “Why did the Universe bring her to us, if we were never meant to help her?”

“You are meant to help her!” Zatanna shouted, “Just not in the way you guessed. Right now what Marinette needs is an anchor, not a protector. So, one of you…anchor her!”

“How?” both men shouted at once.

“We don’t even know where she is?” Roy shouted.

“Where who is?”

Roy jumped and spun to see Marinette floating off the side of the building. She lazily rose up and down with the beat of her wings. Her inky black armored dress blended almost unnaturally with the night sky, making the glow of her eyes and the tips of her hair only that much more luminous in contrast. She stared at them with an innocence that belied the power she radiated, but it didn’t matter. Because she was there, and she was beautiful.

“Mari!” Jason cried rushing forward, as Zatanna approached more cautiously. “Can…can you come down please!”

“Why?” The Keeper asked with that same questing innocence, like a child who couldn’t understand why climbing on the furniture was dangerous.

“Because its dangerous!” Jason cried gesturing to the thousand foot drop beneath where she lazily went up and down, up and down with the beat of her powerful wings.

The Keeper smirked and say, “Silly Jay-Jay. Nothing can harm me! I am one of the forces of nature. I cast a magic spell and make everything better. I hurt those who hurt. I help those in need. I give mercy. I give justice. There is nothing you every need to protect me from again.”

Jason looked like he was about to choke on his tongue. He was so desperate, he couldn’t lose her again. But before he could say anything else. Zatanna stepped forward and said, “Marinette you need to come back. You need to train with Hippolyta. You need…”

Marinette giggled and shook her head. “The universe is guiding me. I am beyond Hippolyta. There is nothing she can teach me. Besides, what I need doesn’t matter. I serve the needs of the world now.” She looked out at the Gotham skyline, the city lights turning the smog into a golden hue. She looked so blissfully happy it was heart breaking. “It’s amazing,” she whispered, “To be so needed. To be able to help so many. I cast a magic spell and make everything better. It’s amazing!”

“But—" Jason started.

“I have to go know,” She said twisting in the air.

“But Mari—"

“The world needs me. Goodbye.”

“But so do I!”

Marinette froze in the sky, as everyone turned to look at Roy. Roy ignored them and took a breath stepping to practically lean over the railing guarding the edge. “Marinette,” Roy said desperately. Praying that his longing and panic seeped into his ever words. “Marinette, I need you to stay. Lian…she still has a lot to learn from you.”

“I can’t stay Roy,” the Keeper whispered, but the wind carried her voice anyway.

“I know,” Roy said, “And I’m not asking for forever. I’m not even asking for tomorrow. But please, just right now. Can you give us right now? That’s all we need.”

For a moment no one moved. There was not a sound on the roof top aside from the swish of the wind, and the beat of her wings. Finally, slowly and gently, the three moved back to give Marinette space in the roof beside them. She dropped her transformation and promptly collapsed into Roy’s waiting arms. Jason rushed forward and clung to his sister. Tears fell down her face at the loss of her power, and the kwami cuddled into her neck and cheek, as she struggled to become mortal once again.

Roy just sat back as he breathed a sigh of relief. It was done. For now. It was done, and Marinette was ok.

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Go away, they're kinda busy right now.

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Day by Day - Chapter 15

Chapter preview:

Things were starting to look up. Or Tim naively started to believe so. Over the last few days he’s been feeling okay, better, much better than he’s felt in a long time. He knows he's not healed yet, there’s still a long way to go but for the first time in a while he’s feeling good, like things are actually working out.  

On Saturday after his and Kon’s date Tim went home and was immediately cornered and interrogated by Jason. His brother, for whatever reason, wanted all the details of his date and then proceeded to lightly tease Tim about it for the rest of the night. The only way Tim escaped it was by locking himself in his bedroom and turning the volume up on his headphones when he sat down to play his game.

Sunday had been a quiet day, Tim ended up accompanying Jason to work. Tim helped out on several different cars and it allowed him and his brother some quality time together outside their home.

[farshootergotme]

Occasionally I picture Nightwing calling Red Hood "little wing" in front of others and people looking between this huge, 6'0 feet tall man with growing white hair, and then Nightwing, a shorter man who has flawless skin, probably around his 20's, and a fit but not too buff build and they just- don't know what's happening. Is it some kind of inside joke they aren't aware of? Why is Nightwing acting as if he's years older than Red-fucking jacked-Hood?

Nightwing: Little wing, you actually were decent in that fight! I'm impressed.

Hero, who was helping during this fight as well, listening in to the conversation: little...?

Red Hood: Wow, feeling very appreciated right now. Got any other backhanded compliments in there?

Hero: Wait, excuse me-

Nightwing: As a matter of fact-

Red Hood: Nope! I'm outta here. Screw you!

Nightwing: You know you love me!

Red Hood: In your dreams, dickhead!

Nightwing: Hey! We don't use that-

Red Hood: Not listening!

Nightwing: Jeez, kids these days...

Red Hood: I'm an adult and fuck you too!

Nightwing: What? Thought you weren't-

Red Hood: See you never, I'm out.

Hero: ...

Hero: what the actual fuck?

[sl33pyobatfamo]

Tim: *half asleep*. I fell of a building

Jason: *kidnapped him*. Oh? who pushed you off?

Tim; myself

Jason:

Tim:

Jason: *calling bat man*. Take your child back-

Tim: COWERD!