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battymommastuff · 9 months ago

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The Other Side

Batmom x Batman, Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: While digging through the attic, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd uncover a secret about their adoptive mother. A secret that reveals the true, and dark story of the most loved couple in Gotham City

!!TW!! - MENTIONS OF SA AND OTHER DARK THEMES

Part 1 Part 2 Masterlist

!!DISCLAIMER!! - This likely won't be comic accurate (Obviously), but I did draw inspiration from the comics. If you are looking for something accurate, then this fanfic isn't for you.

You didn't get a chance to address the deep voice before a cloth was covering your face and the world went dark. A throbbing pain came next when you awoke. You were laying on a very luxurious bed. Looking down, you saw that you were still in your same clothing. Just a silk robe that covered your underwear. Your heart was racing as you looked around the room. Whoever lived here, lived in style. Everything looked as if it would cost you bodily organs to own.

Before the shock could wear off, the two massive double doors opened, and a man walked into the room. A mask covering his face, and his eyes watched you carefully. Your body visibly shrunk as you stared at the intimidating man across the room from you, "Ms. (L/N), I do want to apologize for the rather harsh retrieval of you. We have to take precautionary measures these days." The man said while stepping closer to you. He stepped into the moonlight, and you finally saw every detail of his mask. A golden bird mask...no owl mask. What the hell is going on?

"W-What do you want with me?" You asked, moving off of the bed once he got too close to you. The bed now served as a barrier between you and your kidnapper, but it didn't provide any comfort for you. All you could think of was being raped, and sold on the black market. Gotham City wasn't the safest city, but you never thought this would happen to you. How did this happen? There was always security watching over the bunk area every night to make sure this never happened. How did these men get in to kidnap you? Whatever the reason, you didn't feel safe with the circus anymore.

"To give you a chance...a chance to be apart of something great. My organization works from the shadows to ensure the safety of our beautiful city..." Beautiful isn't a word you would use, but sure, "You possess a talent that could be beneficial to our cause." The man picked up a remote and turned the tv on. What played was several of your acts and some of your rehearsals. All taken from vantage points, and places that you wouldn't have noticed someone watching you, "We've come to realize that our organization is seen as a myth, a boogeyman. Many criminals fear us, and with your talents...we could harness that fear." He stepped around the bed and started making his way towards you once again. The fear you felt kept your legs from moving, so this time he got uncomfortably close to you, "Join us (Y/N). Join us and help us purge Gotham of everything that taints it."

The Court of Owls. One of Gotham's scariest myths. You've heard whispers of them while spending days in the city. Some of your fellow performers even mentioned them once or twice. Everything you've ever heard was never good. This cult believes they are doing the right thing, but are harming so many in the process. You couldn't join them...you couldn't live your life in the shadows. What could ever be so wonderful about someone so full of darkness? It seemed that the man saw what you were thinking, and he backed away, "Such a shame...you would have been such a valuable asset. I'm afraid if you won't join us, then we have to do away with you. You will pose a risk to all of us." The man turned his back towards you, and you knew now was your chance. Grabbing the closest thing to you; a lamp, you hit him over the bed. The man dropped to the ground, and you ran to the window. Luckily you weren't too high from the ground, so you pushed the window open and climbed out.

You could hear voices and yelling as you dashed into the dark, raining city. You hadn't a clue where you were going, but anywhere would be better than this. The circus would be the first place they would look, so you had to find somewhere new. You could hear footsteps behind you as well as some above you. They were after you, and they were fast. Thankfully, your breathing training worked wonders. Still you were no match for these skilled men. They managed to corner you into a dead end alley. This is it. The place where your dead body would be found. It all ended here. The vile smell of puke, piss, and garbage filled your nose as you looked around at the court members closing in on you, "P-Please...I promise I won't tell anyone. Just let me go." You pleaded, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. From behind you were pushed to your knees, and you could see your reflection in the blade meant for your death.

The member lifted the blade up, but before it could meet your skin...a rope wrapped around their wrist. With a scream, they were pulled into the darkness. It felt as if all sound in the city stopped...everything went quiet. You felt fear before, but this was a new level of fear. A fear that you never would forget. A black shadow flew by, grabbing another member. This caused the rest of them to ignore you, and turned their attention to their surroundings. Now would have been the perfect time to run, but your legs were screaming. The adrenaline was wearing off, and it felt like you couldn't move an inch. A bolt of lightning flashed through the sky, right as a shadow covered the alley...a shadow of a bat. The mysterious savior dropped down on one of the members, and a fight broke out. You could only watch in awe as your savior took down every single member without much struggle. Once it was over, the figure turned towards you. Again the lighting allowed you a glimpse of him. The bat symbol of his chest matched the one in the night sky.

"Batman..." You whispered, with relief before your eyes rolled back and you slumped to the ground. Batman walked towards you, and gently picked you up from the ground. He didn't see any visible injuries besides little scrapes on your knees from being pushed to the ground. Even now you were just as beautiful as you were while performing. He held you close and summoned the Batmobile. No hospital in Gotham would be safe enough for you. He needed to take you to the batcave. There you would be safe, and he could question you.

"Alfred, get the med-bay ready. We have a guest." Batman said into his comms, after sitting you in the passenger seat. Your head leaned on the window, but your lips were starting to turn blue. Judging from your attire, you must have been getting ready for bed. With one final look over to make sure you were secure, he raced off into the streets of Gotham to the batcave.

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mutable-manifestation · 2 years ago

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tw: panic attack, mention of maiming

Jason Todd has never had occasion to meet Hal Jordan - being dead and then being a gang leader would do that. The Space Cadets never came to Gotham and Red Hood never left it.

Jason's eventually return to vigilantism and tentative re-initiation of regular contact with his fam- with the rest of the bats changed that.

After a few months of kind-of-joint patrols and a few actually joint patrols Dick was whining about introducing him to the JL at large. It was a waste of time given he never left Gotham and wouldn't, by the way. What followed was:

"Well what if aliens attack Gotham? They should be able to recognize you at least!"

"Literally why would aliens attack Gotham specifically? Or first?"

"Why wouldn't they?"

"...shit. Fine."

And that's how Jason found himself masked up and dragged into a meet-and-greet with the Justice League. It was just as annoying as he'd expected.

Literally all of the bats-and-birds tagged along.

Superman, of course, just had to recognize him as an ex-gang leader which lead to a long-winded speech by Batman about head injuries and bygones that left half of the heroes giving him side-eye anyway.

Tim was in the middle of introducing his baby-league allies when Green Lantern finally strolled in.

"The party has arrived! So, Bats, where's the not-new newbie?"

Jason's eye caught on his ring as his hand lowered; ice shot down his spine and his stomach lurched.

The Pit railed harder than he'd ever felt, but for once there was no anger.

There was terror.

Tears hidden by the hood he'd insisted on wearing slid down his cheeks. The ball that had formed in his throat was the only reason he hadn't lost his lunch.

He took a step back, ducking just behind Dick and barely registering he and Tim's confused looks.

Everything but Green Lantern, his Ring -

(shockhorrorfeardisgustfearfeARFEARRUNESCAPE)

- and the door out had been reduced to blurs in his vision.

Then Green Lantern Turned To Look At Him.

Jason couldn't breathe, but he choked out a gasp when he took a step closer.

He couldn't tell what Dick was saying, barely registered the hand on his shoulder that just kept him from falling on his ass when he stumbled back in response to the approaching threat.

Then Green Lantern backed away and Dick dragged him through out the door and away, Bruce and Tim and Duke and Damian and Cass and Steph following close behind.

They end up in the medbay, Dick coaxing him to sit on a bed.

He doesn't know why they're here, but he sees Bruce lock the door behind them - he still barely feels safe.

He rips off his mask anyway and pulls his knees up to his chest to sob into, fear and disgust and dread still swimming in his veins.

And helplessness. He hadn't felt that helpless since his death.

He catches the scanner running over him from the light that hits the corner of his eye not covered by knees or arms. Then a heavy blanket falls around his shoulders.

He falls asleep sobbing, with a sibling pressed against either shoulder and his back, a hand in his hair, and a guard by the door.

He wakes up in a bedroom of Wayne Manor, surrounded by family, feeling like he'd been blown up again, and with one thought ringing through his head.

Green Lantern eviscerated someone to get that ring.

Short DPXDC Prompts #487

Power rings are just concentrated ghost cores. Hal is picking up an unidentified Power Ring and it’s coming from inside of Jason Todd.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #jason todd #justice league #green lantern #power rings are ghost cores #the first lanterns did unspeakable things to ghosts #remember how pariah dark was a horror story to the ghosts?#that they told around a campfire like the boogeyman?#yeah #the lanterns are like that to them

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charliedawn · 3 months ago

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Hi Charliedawn! Are you still doing requests? If so, how would the slashers react if Y/N pranked them of leaving forever? (You may ignore this if you want)

Freddy:

"Hey now ! Where d’ya think yer goin’ ?!"

Freddy shrieked and was so loud he alerted every single slasher in a 50 miles radius and they all came to see you with your bags. In an instant, they all came forth and pulled you back. You thought you could leave ? Ah ! Nope. Better luck next time.

Penny:

Penny doesn’t sleep and can hear a pin drop from China. You aren’t going anywhere as long as he has decided he still wanted you around. Besides, he can also read minds. So if you plan to skedaddle ? He’d be the first to know and stop you. Or else you could also include him in the prank. That would make more sense.

Jack Torrance:

"Darling ? What are those bags for ?"

Jack saw your bags and immediately understood. He clenched his fists and felt angry…but he then calmed down. He looked at you and sighed before asking.

"Is that…really what you want ?"

If you confirmed, he would let you go. Jack would understand that you want to leave. However, that doesn’t mean Jack wouldn’t try to dissuade you. He would tell you that the others would miss you—and so would he. But he wouldn’t stop you.

Michael Myers:

The moment that man’s eyes would fall on the bags ? You can forget about freedom. He would wrap his arms around you so tight that you would almost be suffocating before carrying you bridal style back to your room and close the door behind him. After you told him it was a prank, he stared at you for a few seconds and you felt his need to murder you at that moment.

Do NOT prank the boogeyman.

Bo:

Bo *sees you*

You *see Bo*

Bo *sees the bags*

You *start running*

Bo *runs after you and tackles you to the ground* : "Where ya goin’, darls’ ? Thought ya could run away from me, huh ? C’mere. I’ll show ya what happens to those who tryna leave my ass behind !"

When you told him it was a prank, Bo stared at you and it took a few minutes for him to calm down. And when he was calm again, he started yelling. Because, WHATCHA MEAN IT WAS A PRANK ?!

Brahms:

Brahms rarely leaves you alone, so he wouldn’t exactly give you the time to plan a prank about leaving. But the moment his eyes would settle on your bags ? Yeah. Not happening. He would stick to you like glue and refuse to let you go. Even after you explained that it was a prank, that boy wouldn’t budge. He has severe abandonment issues.

Pennywise:

"Go on. Leave. I am not gonna stop you, nurse."

Pennywise has seen everyone he ever cared about die or leave him. He has learnt to be impassive and cold when it comes to people leaving him. He wouldn’t stop you. But he would secretly hate seeing you leave. But when you told him it was a prank ?

He was mad. Very mad. He didn’t speak to you for days afterwards. Pennywise likes a good prank, but not about this. He has abandonment issues himself, but they manifest by his desperate attempt to not care.

Jason Voorhees:

He went head first in the fountain of the hospital in his hurry to stop you. He saw you leaving and ran to stop you, only to end up tripping and rolling to fall in the fountain. You—of course—went to help him right away. You forgot all about the prank and checked that he was alright. You helped him out and he immediately hugged him tightly—refusing to let go until you reassured him that you weren’t going anywhere.

Norman Bates:

Norman didn’t say anything. He simply stared at you as you pretended to leave.

But you could feel his eyes on you—daring you.

I DARE you to leave me, Y/N.

When you turned around, you saw that his face was relaxed—but his eyes were still staring at you. He was silently waiting. Waiting for what ? You didn’t know. You were about to step out the door when you felt cold sweat running down your back. Your hand shook as it reached out for the handle. And just as you were about to open the door—his hand enveloped yours. His other hand wrapped itself around your throat as he whispered in your ear:

"…Are you sure that this is what you want, darling ?"

You gulped and felt unable to breathe for a moment—even though he was barely squeezing your throat.

"It…It was a prank, Norman." You finally revealed and Norman smirked. He knew it was a prank. Or else, you wouldn’t have MADE it to the door.

He kissed your temple.

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I did something similar if you are interested?

#freddy krueger x reader #fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 2017 #slashers #pennywise x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #bo sinclair x reader #brahms heelshire x reader

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lovebugism · 1 year ago

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hiiii 😊 i LOVE your writing, especially shy!reader!! i heard you wanted more spooky/angsty requests, so...

maybe one with eddie where they're camping with the group around halloween and everyone is telling scary stories around the campfire, but reader gets really scared and doesn't wanna hear any more, but she can tell eddies having so much fun that she doesn't say anything. eventually eddie notices something's wrong but reader won't tell him what, then he figures it out and comforts her?

ty lovie! hope you like it! — eddie comforts you when your imagination runs too wild, maybe a little more than best friends are supposed to (shy!reader, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, 1.5k)

fictober leftovers (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

You know you shouldn’t be as scared as you are, but you keep torturing yourself anyway.

Robin Buckley, as it turns out, has about the same storytelling abilities as Edgar Allan Poe. She spins a web of horror with nothing but a couple wretched words and a wild imagination. Lit up orange by the simmering campfire, you listened to her in wide-eyed horror — like a child just learning about the boogeyman.

She’s stomping out that fire now, laughing loud and pretty after telling Nancy some dirty joke, and acting like she didn’t just get done telling the gnarliest ghost story of all time. You’re frozen on the rickety bench that overlooks the pitch-black lake, too busy convincing yourself that there’s a figure in the treeline — a Jason Vorhees equivalent on his way to murder you in your sleep.

Eddie’s sitting beside you, though. The warmth of his presence puts you at ease, like a belly full of food or a warm bed. You nearly jump out of your skin when he rises from the picnic table.

“Me and Steve were gonna go smoke,” he tells you, pulling a smushed carton of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. “You okay here?”

You blink at him for a moment. It takes you a second too long to hear him, having been so stuck in your own head. You don’t trust your voice, so you just nod and try your best to smile something convincing. It’s a grimace, at best.

Eddie sees right through you. You’re rarely so passive with him. He’d only asked ‘cause he doesn’t like to smoke around you much. He knows you don’t like it. Now he’s scared he might’ve offended you in some way.

“You sure?” he presses, bushy brows pinched in concern.

You nod again, much slower this time and far more dramatic.

Eddie smiles down at you, pink and lopsided. This quiet, sarcastic version of you is much more familiar. “Well, are you gonna speak, or are you gonna do the not-talking thing for the rest of the night?”

He flicks a strand of your hair. You squint. What not-talking thing? you’d argue if he didn’t know you so damn well. Instead, you just tell him, “I’m okay,” in the firmest tone your mousy voice can muster.

“Do you wanna come with?”

He cocks a thumb over his shoulder, where Steve’s brave figure ventures up the darkened trail to his dad’s lakehouse. You cower under the weight of his chocolate stare, wringing your clammy hands in your lap.

“Is that okay?” you ask in response.

Eddie scoffs. “Of course, it’s okay! Want you everywhere I go.”

You try not to get all flustered about it. Friends aren’t supposed to burn up like a stove-eye when their best friend is nice to them. It’s impossible not to, though, when Eddie’s leather-clad arm wraps around your shoulders — to keep you close, maybe, or to keep you warm.

Your stomach is in knots about it either way.

You lean further into his warmth. He smells like cologne and boy and a weekend on a lake. You wrap your arms around yourself when a crisp breeze prickles your skin. You clench your jaw to keep your teeth from chattering.

Eddie sees everything you hide from him and holds you tighter. “Told you to wear a jacket.”

“It was warmer earlier!” you retort without missing a beat.

“Well, that’s why you listen to me.”

“I didn’t have a jacket big enough to wear over my sweater!”

“I told you to borrow mine, you loon!”

“But then you would’ve been cold!”

The married couple arguing fills the darkened woods, illuminated only by a dim moon and some amber lanterns hung every couple yards. Something rustles in the pitch-black, and the bickering ceases.

Your heart lurches into your throat. You gasp, almost cartoonishly so, and your sneakers scuff along the gravel when you freeze.

Eddie laughs it off like he always does. The warm, honeyed, boyish noise doesn’t comfort you like it usually does. “It’s okay,” he tries to assure you through his chuckling, squeezing your shoulder with a warm hand. “It’s probably just, like, a rabbit or something.”

You remain frozen and unswayed. “Sounded heavier than a rabbit…”

“What? You are, like, an expert on wildlife now?” Eddie teases, if only to make you smile. You do, but just barely. He holds you tighter and juts his chin back to look down at you, grinning wide to make up for the lack of yours. “You spend one weekend in a cabin, and suddenly you’re a know-it-all on nature?”

You start smiling wider despite yourself. The sparkly feeling Eddie swirls in your chest is much more powerful than the tiny, lingering fear in your tummy.

“I just know what footsteps sound like, dork.”

The rustling returns, louder now. Tree limbs crack when they’re broken beneath the weight of something definitely heavier than a rabbit. When two figures appear from the blackened forest, you stumble into Eddie on instinct. He presses you closer to him without thinking, pulling you backward from the lanky silhouettes across the trail.

One step closer, and the shadows have faces. Jonathan and Argyle stand shoulder-to-shoulder in the tall grass. They’re starry-eyed, gazes rimmed red. The latter lifts the hem of his t-shirt, forming a bowl of something you can’t see.

“Hey, brochachos!” Argyle greets, perhaps a little too loud for the late night.

Jonathan is the only halfway sober one of the two, so he notices the fright dancing in your features before his best friend can. He mumbles, much quieter in comparison to his brightly-dressed counterpart, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“The hell are you guys doing out here?” Eddie wonders with a partly forced laugh.

“Scavenging for mushrooms,” Argyle answers like it’s obvious. He brings down the bottom of his shirt and flashes the makeshift bowl of mushrooms he’s collecting there.

The brunette boy nods. Slow, dumbfounded, and a little impressed. “That is a… totally normal thing to be doing in the middle of the night… We’ll, uh— We’ll leave you to it, I guess.”

“I’ll make sure to save you some!” the Californian boy promises as the two of you head up the trail.

Eddie’s hold on you doesn’t waver. His leather arm is firm in its grip and its delegation to keep you close to his side. You’re halfway stumbling to keep up with his longer strides, but you don’t mind it. You’re just happy to be held.

“You can breathe now, you know?” he teases.

You manage a trembling laugh. You know you have nothing to worry about, but you’re still high-strung and worried without cause. “Sorry. I just… I don’t know— I got a little scared.”

“Yeah. I can tell,” Eddie scoffs. “Feels like I’m hugging a rock right now.”

Your laugh is more genuine this time, but still a bit forced. Eddie can tell. You’ve been quiet all night, reserved and a little standoffish. You’ve always been a little timid in your way, just more than he’s used to now.

“Was it those dumb ghost stories everyone was telling earlier? ‘Cause I said we shoulda just played Spin the Bottle instead.”

You lean further into him to nudge him with your shoulder. “It’s fine. I’m just a baby.”

“No, Robin is just the second coming of Stephen fucking King.”

“Yeah, that’s also probably true,” you concur with a shrug, feigning a sort of nonchalance despite your racing mind. “My imagination is just… a little crazy sometimes.”

“Trust me, I know,” Eddie sighs, then slows down so he can face you more. His features are softened beneath the amber glow — more so when he gazes at you with a honeyed fondness you’re not entirely sure two friends are supposed to have for each other.

You’re cold when he unwraps his arm from around your shoulders — warm again when he holds your cheek in a calloused palm. You hope you’re not burning him with how hot your face has gone.

“I wanna know what’s going on in here,” he murmurs quietly, tapping a ringed finger to your temple.

“It’s a scary, scary place,” you joke back. It’s mostly true, but you figure it’s easier than saying that your brain is so often filled with thoughts of him.

“Well, I’ll protect you from whatever nasty horrors your mean ol’ brain conjures up,” Eddie promises, nose scrunched and dark eyes sparkling.

Your chest swells with a foreign warmth, so hot it burns. “Thanks, Eds,” you mumble, trying your hardest not to melt into a puddle at his feet. The two of you fall into stride once more.

“I’ll even let you sleep in my bed and put your cold feet on me if you want.” He offers it begrudgingly. Like it’s some kind of burden. He doesn’t mind it, though. He’d beg you for it if you wanted him to.

You scoff and roll your eyes. “How chivalrous.”

“You’ll have to put up with Harrington’s snoring, though.”

The two boys are sharing one room while the rest of you girls share the other. You pinch your brows and flash him a pointed look. “Eds, you snore.”

His face screws up in offense. “I do not!”

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble #event: fictober!

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bruciemilf · 2 years ago

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So I recently learned Harvey and Jason's dad had BEEF and Harvey killed him apparently??? Okay. So. I propose we all imagine this:

You're Jason Todd. You're 4 years old.

You know, because the only reading material you have is your birth certificate. A copy of it, wilted by dry ink. You're always hungry. You get food sometimes, but no hugs, no kisses, no soft words. You're still hungry.

Your father only touches you with his belt or shoe or anything else he can grab and a small crumble of you welcomes it because it's better than nothing.

You're Jason todd, age 4, and you haven't seen your mother get up from the tub for 3 weeks. You try to shake her and wake her up but nothing worse. Your father takes his shower and doesn't care.

You're Jason Todd and you hear a voice -- gruff and thick but smooth and raspy, " Jesus fuckin' christ, Todd."

" I'm tellin' you I don't got the money. It ain't my fault that whore of yours left you and you're In a bad mood--"

You're Jason todd, hiding in a closet, when you hear the terryfing sound of your father being quiet for once. For once, he doesn't yell. For once, there's peace in your house. Gun smoke and all.

You're Jason Todd, age 4, when you meet Two Face. He's scary. He says he's gonna take you somewhere, and for you that's a Boogeyman's promise, so you trash and you scream and you yell, and he just holds you tight.

You hold back; He's big and warm and could crush you in paste, but he doesn't. He just rocks you and shushes you and promises he'll take you somewhere you'll like. He doesn't tell you to stop crying.

You do anyway, because you're 4, and you're tired, and you haven't had your nap all day because you were doing chores.

You're Jason Todd and you meet Bruce Wayne at 3 o clock in the morning.

He's tired; those dark clouds under his eyes indicate he hasn't slept, there's a hollowness to his sharp cheekbones, and he looks nothing like does on TV.

He doesn't look dazzling, or glamours, or dashing. He looks like someone whose adopted baby got taken back by their neglectful, dog shit parents, and he's never been more devoured by misery than then.

" harv..."

" thought you might know what to do with him," harvey shrugs, still keeping a tight hold on you, like he might lose you too, and you tremble and cry when you're moved away.

You don't make noise, thought. Making noise always gets you in bigger trouble. Bruce Wayne holds you like you're the most precious thing in the whole wide world.

He holds you're made of love and light and all things right.

And you still cry in his arms, because you just want your mommy, and you want to nap, and you want to read and you want to be kissed and hugged and cuddled you want everything you never got.

" Oh, Jason. Oh, sweetheart. "

You're Jason Todd, age 5, because today's your birthday. You spend the first 10 minutes of it sleeping gentle and teary in Bruce's arms, while another pair holds you both.

You're Jason Todd, and you might be the reason Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent start talking again.

#the rehomed baby is tim!! jack and janet.....count your blessings #jason todd #harvey dent #bruharvey #bruce wayne #twobats #dc #dc comics #text #text post #alternative universe #angst #fluff #sea glass and christmas lights au

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spookybaby23 · 1 year ago

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Some of my favorites 👻

#oracle cards #horror #horror fan #bates motel #friday the 13th #freddy krueger #halloween #michael myers #the boogeyman #hellraiser #jason voorhees #ghostface #scream #frankenstein #texas chainsaw massacre #it stephen king

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iwannascreameurekaa · 1 month ago

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pjo characters as quotes part 2

Will to Nico: "Here's your Benadryl, it appears Kayla has ripped up a piece of the flooring so if you go to the bathroom just be careful not to stub your toe"

Nico: "...okay"

Jason: "I am not a dog"

Leo: "Yes you are"

Piper: "i bet on loosing dogs"

Leo: "Is it possible to have an autistic dog?"

Will: "wtf"

Piper: "I'm sprinkling sexual tension on them like Parmesan cheese"

*Taylor swift music blasting while they're watching tv*

Hazel: "is Will able to turn down his music or"

Nico: "will turn down Taylor swift"

Will: "you're not a swiftie!!" *music immediately turns off*

*lightning strikes*

Rachel: "Looks like the gods are telling you no!!"

Hazel, in an extremely gleeful voice: "Do it again circus monkey!!"

Annabeth: "You know how to use the microwave, I'm not worried about your happiness"

Will: "*mockingly* "The boogeyman's gonna get you" *normal voice* I will kiss the boogyman. On the mouth."

Nico: "what"

Piper: "greys anatomy is one piece for white people"

Leo: "I am a fricking car"

Jason: "cars can't speak"

Pipers: "he's kinda proof that they can"

Hazel: "what's thunder thighs? Does it strike lightning"

Jason: "I'm sorry since when was I a twink"

Piper: "since your birth"

Jason: "then what is Leo????"

Piper: "a double twink"

Random person: "turn to god"

Piper: "turn to Chappell Roan"

Will to Nico: "DO YOU NEED A LAMP? I CAN STAND IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM SILENTLY PLEASE"

Will: "my parents chose normal daughter but something happened in the process and they got Hamilton son"

Nico: "I wanna be a bibically accurate angel when I grow up"

Leo: "you're a bibically accurate plastic bag"

Leo to Piper: "You poked me with your long fricking female nails"

Percy: "I'm a strong boy"

Annabeth: "if you're such a strong boy can you help me put away towels"

Percy: "I said I'm a strong boy not a smart boy"

Annabeth: "the gods are gonna strike you if you touch his stuff"

Nico *pointing at every character that has died in the series*: "DEAD DECEASED KILLED MURDERED"

Nico *pointing at Jason*: "CYBERPUNKED"

Hazel, just learning about Bluetooth speakers in cars: "i would be a bad driver bc I would be listening to music and swerve to the beat"

Percy to idk who:*pointing to a tv that says "predator"* "thats YOU!"

Leo: hi Frank!

Frank:...I wish I had a prosthetic leg so I could take it off and throw it at you

Leo: what 🧍‍♂️

(Note: I love their beef sm make them kiss now)

Will to Nico: "Time for sleep!! *pause* oh wait I forgot you can't sleep the city needs you!"

Annabeth: "Don't make enemies if you're allergic to peanut butter."

#will solace #nico di angelo #leo valdez #jason grace #piper mclean #hazel levesque #frank zhang #annabeth chase #percy jackson #percabeth #valgrace #valzhang #solangelo #trials of apollo #heros of olympus #rick riordan

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year ago

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Hellooo, I was wondering if you could write a fic on how the bat family would react to the male reader having a mental breakdown. The male reader always acts like he is the best. And all of a sudden he just broke down and started crying and they all feel bad for him. Idk if this makes sense I'm sorry 😭😭

It does, don't worry. My poor baby boy...

Summary: (Y/N) thinks he is the best. The pressure amounts and eventually (Y/N) breaks.

Warnings: mental breakdown, (Y/N) is just lost, supportive family, crying, (Y/N) is just overwhelmed, everyone feels bad

This has been a long time coming. It was inevitable and honestly not that surprising. (Y/N), one of the Wayne kids, often felt the pressure from both his normal life and his hero life. When you are a Wayne kid, everyone's eyes are on you.

You are criticized for every little thing you do. Something that a normal teenager does, (Y/N) is criticized. He knew he shouldn't take it to heart and Bruce often told him that, the papers just want some drama and more reads and clicks.

Of course, (Y/N) has tried to let it go, but it has been going... Well, as well as you would expect it. (Y/N) has honestly tried to let it go, but the words have hurt. From the papers and from the many people online who put their hate out there.

(Y/N) had always assured his family that he is fine and that those comments are not affecting him.

Now that is one big fat lie.

He didn't want anyone to worry. Damian and Jason would fly of the handle and then there would be real trouble and actual backlash. (Y/N) didn't think he could handle the pressure of it.

Not to mention that there is the pressure of being a vigilante under his father, under Batman. Batman or rather his dad, is a legend. Batman became a boogeyman for many criminals, both in Gotham City and all around the world, of course depending who you are and how powerful you are.

Batman is coming for you.

Of course, there is always pressure when you are out in the field, but people have an impression that you are going to be great, just like Batman is and not some sort of d-tier vigilante. More so when Batman doesn't have any type of powers.

Just a human in peak physical and mental condition.

Now that is hard to beat, no matter how you look at it. And if (Y/N) made a mistake on the field, he would take it really hard. Everyone knew that mistakes were normal, but (Y/N) is taking it way to seriously. He just wanted to be the best.

But every ambition has it consequences. Every single one of them. (Y/N) has been more exhausted, he found it hard to smile anymore and before he smiled a lot.

There were times when he cried in his room, seemingly out of nowhere. Of course it isn't seemingly. The pressure from every single part of his life was piling and he couldn't identify it. For now at least.

He didn't notice how he withdrew from everyone. How he lost interest in doing things he loved doing before. He just focused on being the best of the best.

He had to be. Failure is not an option.

Bruce never pushed for perfection and he never will. He only wanted them to be able to protect themselves. Not to mention, every part of them gets sharpened. They are able to think quickly on their feet, observant in their environment...

But of course, there are the negatives. Mental battles and nightmares, not to mention trauma that comes with this... But there have to be both negative and positive sides for something to work.

The patrol was pure hell tonight. Nothing went right and (Y/N) got his ass handed back to him tonight. It seems like everyone targeted him tonight. Every single villain. (Y/N) was utterly pissed and frustrated. Bottled up feelings from months before didn't help at all.

He just wanted to go to his room and sleep. Just sleep it off and then punch boxing bags in the gym. For at least an hour. Or two. Depending if he is exhausted or not.

" (Y/N)? " Bruce called out to his son, who stopped on his way to the locker rooms. (Y/N) turned around, hands itching to take this suit off and just get under a warm shower.

" Yes? " (Y/N) asked, trying not to sigh.

" I need to talk to you about tonight. " Bruce started, thinking how to approach this. (Y/N) sometimes got frustrated and he would just blow up.

" I just want you to know that one night doesn't define you. Is it awful? Yes, but you can't always be that good. Some nights you are the best you can be and some you are just God kill me please. " Bruce started and (Y/N) looked down.

The boys were still in the cave, looking at the interaction. They felt that something was off with (Y/N) for some time now, but they couldn't approach him until they had more evidence.

Now they could see if Bruce is going to have some success with him.

" Not for me. "

" What do you mean? " Bruce asked concerned and confused.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened and now he knew he slipped up.

" What does it mean? "

" It means I'm always best. Not just one night. " (Y/N) started and Bruce tilted his head.

" What do you mean always? " Bruce repeated.

" Just like you heard, always. Doesn't matter with the suit on or off. " (Y/N) said and his voice cracked slightly at the end. The boys glanced at one another. Uh oh.

" What? "

That one word and sheer fact that Bruce couldn't understand pushed him over that edge. Everything boiled over and he couldn't even contain it anymore.

" Because everyone expects me too! The media, the other heroes, everyone! No matter what I do it seems that everyone has something to pick on! " (Y/N) yelled, his voice echoing through the cave. " No matter what! So by becoming the best I could, I could avoid the criticism! " (Y/N) yelled and afterwards he started crying.

Bruce wasted no time in hugging his son tightly. His poor son. The others joined in. They all felt bad. How didn't they act on their gut feeling?

How could they have been so stupid and blind?

" Oh my son... " Bruce said into (Y/N)'s hair, feeling the way that (Y/N) shifted to completely hide his face. " Why didn't you tell me? Or anybody else? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) didn't bother answering.

Not that he could anyway. It has been to overwhelming for him. He is taking out the feelings that were bottled up for a long time.

Everyone the others hugged (Y/N) tightly too. Their brother was suffering and they were too blind and to scared to approach him. How stupid could they be?

But they were going to make this right. No matter what.

#dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader #batfamily

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nokomiss · 10 months ago

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If you are still doing a requests, could I potentially have a short fanfic drabble for Jaytim where Jason interacts with Tim during the Joker jr. situation? Or how about one a short domestic drabble for the ship where Jason and Tim live together and are baking together in their kitchen? If not, otherwise have a good day! :)

“Heard you beat me to the punch.” Jason couldn’t quite keep the bitterness out of his voice, though he kept the anger out. Didn’t want to scare the kid off. It had taken some doing to find the kid alone – he’d had to break into the Manor, and then find the kid tucked away in the dark corner of the attic like a forgotten wife in a gothic novel.

On his way through the Manor, he’d seen a bedroom set up for the kid; the bars on the windows weren’t iron, but he knew a safe room when he saw one. The attic must be where the kid escaped to, a private space that Jason was invading.

The kid doesn’t even look at him. Jason’s not sure that he heard him, but he’s not going to repeat himself. The kid just sits there, staring at nothing.

He can tell they’ve tried to fix him up, but some things can’t be fixed.

He’s hard to look at. Jason can feel that last bright, hot moment before everything went black when he looks directly at him, a miniature version of Jason’s personal boogeyman. He tries not to let it show. He’s betting the kid’s broken more than his share of mirrors.

He knows the kid should be sounding the alarm – Jason was a stranger in a safe place, a place that should be impenetrable, but he doesn’t react. Doesn’t do much of anything.

Jason had been like that, before the Pit. Is that what it would take to get this kid back to something approaching human? Jason pushes the thought away; what happened to this kid was something entirely different, and the Pit would likely make it worse.

He imagined that face, those laughs, combined with the liquid green madness that had clouded Jason, and knew he would never let that happen.

“You got anything to say?” he reaches out and nudges the kid’s foot with his own. The kid hunches in on himself, cringes away, and Jason feels the sharp edges of his bitterness soften under the sheer understanding that this kid has been shattered just as surely as he has. Had his identity blown to pieces.

Is left scarred in ways that others can’t imagine.

Jason took a deep breath and sat down next to the kid. Tim. His name was Tim, and he wasn’t Robin, not anymore, and even though Jason doubted he felt much like a Tim – Jason hadn’t felt human enough to feel like he needed a name for a long while, after – Jason knew it was important.

He didn’t say anything, and Tim didn’t outwardly react to Jason sitting there, just continued to stare and occasionally let out a strangled little laugh.

The sound made them both flinch.

The thing was, Jason hadn’t planned on coming back to Gotham this soon. He’d had a whole plan in mind that he was fine-tuning, a way to make Bruce really understand what he’d done wrong. He wanted to make everyone pay, because sometimes the rage filled him to the point that it had to explode out somehow, and it might as well be in the direction of the people who had turned Jason into this in the first place.

But then he’d heard a rumor.

He’d heard a rumor so outlandish that he had dropped everything and came back to Gotham.

He hadn’t expected it to be true.

So here he was, trying to wrap his head around a world where the Joker was as dead as Jason always dreamed, and the fact that it was his replacement that had done it.

Not Bruce.

Not Jason.

But this broken kid who had been warped into something monstrous and then somehow managed to do what none of the rest of them had.

“You did good.”

Finally, a real reaction out of Tim– he whipped his head around, stared at Jason with eyes that were too old and too young at the same time. It was like looking into a fucking mirror and Jason hated it, but he couldn’t bear to look away.

“Seriously. The–” The name caught in Jason’s throat, even though he’d spit it out a thousand times before. “That bastard. You did good. He didn’t deserve…”

To live.

Life, Jason had found, could be as much a curse as a blessing, and what Tim’s life had become wasn’t something anyone deserved. He took a shaky breath and tried to continue. Words had never escaped him like this, but words had never felt quite this important.

“Fucker deserved to be put in the ground, and if I couldn’t be the one to do it, I’m glad you did.”

There. Not the entire truth – if Bruce had just done the fucking deed back when Jason was freshly dead, then this kid wouldn’t have gone through whatever nightmare he had. Wouldn’t have the face he had. Wouldn’t hiccup tiny little giggles that made his eyes widen like he thought that the Joker was right there behind him.

Yeah, Jason couldn’t be mad that this kid had stolen his revenge.

Something garbled came out of Tim’s throat – a word, he thought, something that wasn’t one of those horrifying laughs – and Jason tilted his head. He’d forgone the helmet – he hadn’t known if Tim would understand the reference, but hadn’t wanted to chance it – and that left him feeling strangely vulnerable as Tim stared at him, wild, mad eyes searching Jason’s domino mask.

He stayed quiet, waiting for Tim to repeat whatever it was.

His second attempt at speech was more clear, though his voice was raspy. Jason knew the sound of a voice that had screamed itself hoarse, and said nothing. “You’re not mad?”

“Kid, I want to burn the fucking world down, I’m so mad,” Jason said honestly. “But not at you.”

Not now, not when he’d seen the wreckage the Joker had left behind.

A ghastly smile, then Tim said, “Thanks, Jason.”

Jason’s eyes shot open. He shouldn’t know, there was no way he could know who Jason was. No one knew, not outside of the League. There was no fucking way this shell of a Robin could clock him.

But that explained why he’d sat there, when Jason had slipped into the Manor and into his private sanctuary. It explained why he kept flinching away when he laughed. It explained why he’d hung onto Jason’s words like a lifeline.

He had somehow figured it out. He’d read up on Tim when Talia had told him about the new Robin, and even the League’s write up on him had emphasized his intelligence, and how well-suited he was to taking over Bruce’s role as a detective.

Jason took a breath in, let it out slowly. “If you ever need out of this place, let me know,” he said, in lieu of almost anything else in the fucking world, instead of all those things he’d thought he would say when he broke into the place. “I saw that room. A fuckin’ jail.”

“Sometimes I can’t be trusted.” Jason could tell Tim wasn’t sure if he meant by Bruce or by Tim himself.

“Join the fucking club.” He tucked a slip of paper into Tim’s pale hand – contact info, in case he decides he needs away from all this – and then pauses. Squeezes Tim’s hand. Doesn’t say anything else, because he doesn’t have to.

Last time he left the Manor, he’d been a child, optimistic, and had thought he would be back, armed with answers and family.

This time, he knows he will.

#my fic #batfamily #jason todd #tim drake #joker jr

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