#bruce holding jasons gun away from the both of them

[sidewalk-cracks]

In the wake of hearing that DC is making a Dick Grayson and Jason Todd movie and that they're supposedly gonna be screwing up Dick and Jason's backstories, I started thinking about what kind of Nightwing & Red Hood movie I would want to see, in addition to what kind of batfam movies in general I would want to see. I offer for consideration:

Nightwing and Red Hood: Last Defenders. While on patrol, Nightwing stumbles upon the hints of a truly diabolical plot taking shape to topple not just Gotham, but possibly the entire planet while the majority of Earth's heroes are presently indisposed, including most of the batfam. Batman and most of the JL are off world, the Titans are tied up, even Alfred's away, etc- leaving Nightwing and Red Hood as the only two people left to defend Gotham. This is set in a world sometime after UtRH; Jason's identity has been revealed, and he has an uneasy truce settled with the Bats ("you don't bother me, I don't bother you"). The movie follows them through their journey as Dick tries to convince Jason to work with him, they narrowly escape lots of explosions, and argue about Dick's failings as a brother and everything Jason has done since coming back. It all culminates in an epic 2v1 battle with the Big Bad and resolves with them saving the day and coming to an emotional understanding- a hopeful ending, looking towards a future in which Jason might be able to improve his standing with the Bats. BONUS END CREDITS SCENE: Bruce arrives home to a quiet manor. He goes to the kitchen and makes some tea. Goes to the den, and draws up short in the doorway. Dick and Jason are sprawled across the couch, half on top of each other, dead asleep. The credits of a movie are scrolling on the TV. Bruce buffers for a moment, before smiling and deftly whipping out his phone and snapping several pictures. Then he turns off the TV, drapes a blanket over them, and kisses both of them on the forehead.

The Waynes in: Mission Impossible. Bruce and his sons must attend the fancy gala of Evil Rich Man, and foil his diabolical supervillain plot while undercover as the Wayne family. Ideally, without ruining the gala. (Spoiler: they ruin the gala). This is firmly an action comedy, with maybe some sprinkles of family angst thrown in. Otherwise, though, this movie includes a gratuitous amount of puns, the Wayne Men in really sharp tuxes, Jason blowing up several things, Tim and Bruce holding the only braincells in the operation, Jason losing his suit jacket and tie 5 minutes into the gala, and Bruce being Tired. At a later point in the mission they need a distraction, and without hesitation Damian whips around and punches Tim in the face. They proceed to have a very loud and explosive fistfight. Tim YEETS Damian into the dessert table. Bruce groans into his hands.

The Battle of Wayne Manor. Dick, Jason, and Alfred are the only ones home to defend the Manor against a dangerous team of superhuman home invaders, Home Alone style. As soon as the three of them are aware of the situation, Alfred marches over to a panel in the wall, opens up a secret compartment, and pulls out an AK-47. "I have not spent three-fourths of my life at this Manor for a group of brutish, arrogant thugs to think they can just waltz in and lay claim to the place. As you like to say, Master Jason- let's light em up, boys." This can be a serious film or another action comedy. It's pretty much just Home Alone with some guns thrown in. They blind the invaders with several disgustingly bright glitter bombs and then Alfred whips out from behind a corner with his rifle, they've got booby traps on all the staircases, Jason's throwing pies at people, etc. The most important detail is that they successfully defend their home as civilians. No use of vigilante skills whatsoever. The news are baffled and the boys cheekily only comment that Home Alone is a cherished childhood film in their household. This plot could be edited to include Tim, Damian, and even Bruce as well, I just initially thought of it as just Dick, Jason, and Alfred.

[ky-landfill]

kindly asking for bruce angst

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally Getting Help (prt 8)

Masterpost

The next day was less chaotic but not by much. They had to go through everything they’d taken from the Fenton’s lab, and reluctantly accepted Danny and Jazz’s help with the task because they were familiar with the tech. That was surprisingly needed since all of their gadgets were extremely obtuse and looked like household appliances. It was honestly surprising how good Danny was with all of this stuff, he knew what everything was, how to take it apart and how to put it back together to show the heroes how it worked. 

“They don’t all work for humans. Some have to be fueled with ectoplasm so they need to be constantly refueled. Dad used to wear a backpack full of the stuff ghost busters style but that’s really not practical so this one isn’t very useful to you. I can use it though,” Danny said as he screwed the last part back on the.. Whatever it was. 

“Okay, but why does it look like a blender?” Tim asked, baffled and impressed.

“Oh that’s because that’s what it was built out of,” Danny said with a crooked smile. “We repurposed a lot of household items into tech. Give me a couple toasters and a microwave and I’ll have three specter deflectors ready for you before dinner time.” He said as he pressed his hand against one of the gins and it started glowing intently green.

“Here don’t drop it,” He said tossing it to Batman, who did manage to catch it. “I fueled it with three shots, just in case Vlad shows up or another ghosts threatens you. And actually even with your charms I would feel a lot better if you all had specter deflectors since you’re all involved with me now,” He sighed and rubbed his face. 

“Well… we can get you toasters and a microwave but we can also get you more advanced parts if those will work better,” Bruce told Danny, gingerly holding the odd gun away from himself. It wasn’t a traditional gun so it wasn’t upsetting but he still didn’t like it. 

Danny looked very tempted but he shook his head. “No I’d better do it with what I know, I can get it done faster that way and they work. I’d love to play with some of those more advanced parts though. I’m sure I can come with some fun stuff.” 

Uh oh, Bruce didn’t like that look on Tim’s face, the last thing he needed was more encouragement! But Danny was the child of mad scientists, he would get along perfectly with Tim, Bruce was going to have to keep a close eye on them to make sure they didn’t accidentally make a death ray. 

“You can join me in my lab later,” Tim offered hopefully and Danny glanced up at him with a borderline feral grin. 

“That sounds great, I’m sure you have much better lab safety than my parents. Love engineering, would hate to die a second time.” He said it like a joke, just the way Jason tended to. Jazz laughed, but only to encourage her brother’s coping method, no one else did. 

“Alright, we’ll go to the nearest home appliance store and get you some toasters and microwaves,” Bruce said. 

“Hell ya, I should have been adopted by a rich family years ago,” Danny cackled. Oh dear, he’d been so traumatized yesterday Bruce hadn’t realized he was Feral. Why did this keep happening.

He informed Alfred of Danny’s request and by the time they finished going over the more confusing inventions and left for lunch the appliances were waiting for Danny in the lab that he and Tim would apparently now be sharing. Danny immediately dove on the machinery starting to take them apart with practiced hands. He seemed calm and in his element but Tim stayed to supervise, both just in case something went wrong, and because it was His lab and they hadn’t talked about rules of cohabitation yet.

Bruce left them to it. Alfred had informed him that Jason had arrived and headed straight to the kitchen without saying hello to anyone else. It wasn’t a surprise, he was closest to Alfred, he’s want to help with making dinner, and get the basic scoop from his most trusted family member before having to face anyone else. Bruce knew better than to intrude on that, but God did he want to. 

Regardless of what his children thought Bruce cared deeply for all of them, and he hated that sometimes they doubted it. He wished he was better at telling and showing them, but he’d managed to convince himself it was too late for him to change so he didn’t have to face the years of mistakes and trauma he had endured and inflicted. No matter what what image he tried to project, he was still only human.

He went to his office, but he couldn’t settle to anything, he did a little bit of this, and little bit of that, and just ended up pacing the carpeted floor. He left them alone as long as he could before he gave in and went down to the kitchen.

“Sorry to interrupt, I just needed a cup of coffee,” He said as casually as he could. The looks Alfred and Jason gave him said neither of them actually believed his excuse, which was fair. “It’s good to see you Jaylad, thanks for coming.”

“Well I’m not going to miss out on a new brother am I? You gonna have this one running around in spandex too B?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, it made Bruce wince but it Was progress because he was acknowledging their familial ties. 

“I’m almost two years too late to stop him,” Bruce said regretfully. “It’s been… a lot has happened. I’m sure Alfred caught you up on most of it, but I’d like to talk to you before you meet either of the siblings.”

“Trying to make sure I won’t be a bad influence?” Jason asked and Bruce couldn’t tell if he was joking or accusing. 

“No, nothing like that,” Bruce said, holding up his hands. “I just want to talk.”

Jason hummed skeptically, scrutinizing Bruce before turning back towards Alfred. “What do you think Alfie, can you spare me?”

“I always appreciate your help master Jason, but I can manage on my own,” Alfred assured, sounding amused. 

“Alright, to your office then?” Jason asked, turning back towards Bruce. 

“Or the sitting room, whichever would be more comfortable.”

“Office,” Jason said firmly, this was the distance that he was keeping between them. They worked together now, and Jason cared for his siblings, but he kept them all at arms length. For everyone’s safety really, if they set him off he didn’t want to hurt them, and he didn’t want to be set off either. It always felt like shit. Jason followed Bruce to the office and sprawled in the soft chair across the desk from Bruce’s. He remembered being a kid, sitting properly and nervously in this chair across from Bruce hoping desperately for his approval. How times change.

“I just wanted to talk to you about the new kids” Bruce started and Jason waved him away.

“I’m really not going to corrupt them or anything, I Probably won’t be around enough to make a difference anyway.” Jason said dismissively.

Bruce took a deep breath, controlling his expression and folding his hands on the table. “That’s not it Jaylad, Alfred must have told you that the boy died and came back?” 

Jason tensed and green swirled in his vision, it was the same thing that Bruce had seen in Danny when Zatana asked about Phantom. “Ya he did.” Defensive and insecure.

“It seems like he, and his sister who was sort of a caretaker to him, know a lot more than we do about the effect that that has on a person. To help us take care of Danny she gave us a presentation about it, it… makes a lot of sense. You should probably talk to her and Danny about it really but I just wanted to apologize. 

“I’ve been trying to fix this, fix… you for a long time and I know I’ve been going about it wrong and I’ve been hurting you.”

“You got a new treatment plan in mind, old man?” Jason asked, his arms crossed and Bruce wished that mistrust wasn’t earned. 

“No,” Bruce sighed looking down. “Really Jason I don’t, I know I was wrong. This is something I just didn’t know I didn’t know about,” He hated his own ignorance, he hated to admit it! He was Batman! The way he kept up with other superheroes was always being prepared for everything and knowing more than everyone around him, but he hadn’t even known there was something there to know!

“This isn’t about that, and it’s not about you staying away from the new kids. Exactly the opposite actually, since they know more about this, and Danny might be one of the few people who really understands what it’s like to die and come back like that, I was hoping you’d spend more time here, around them. I think it might help you both.”

“Huh,” Jason sounded, blinking rapidly because that was the most sincere apology he’d gotten from Bruce and he didn’t quite know how to react to it. “Maybe… maybe.” He hadn’t met the new siblings yet after all, maybe they’d hate each other. 

“Can I meet them now?” He asked looking back up at Bruce curiously. 

“Of course, the girl's name is Jasmine Fenton, called Jazz, the boy goes by Danny. Jazz is turning 18 soon, Danny is 16.” 

Right Tim had mentioned that, so Danny was about 3 years younger than him then. That shouldn’t matter too much, and maybe Tim will be right about the sister and can tease Jason about it. He’d been single for a while and wouldn’t mind changing that.

“Of course, I think you should meet Jazz first, she’s protective of Danny and she hasn’t been very involved in all of this. I think she’d feel better being allowed to… vet you first for lack of a better word. Are you okay with that?” Bruce asked Jason politely. 

“Sure, I don’t really care what order I meet them in and… Look Bruce I know I’m mad at you, and I was really hard on Timmy when everything was still raw. But I’m never going to knowingly hurt a kid, or make life harder for them. If I can help them I will,” Jason said sincerely. 

“Jason, the girl is less than a year younger than you. You’re a kid too,” Bruce said sadly. Jason froze for a moment, Yes he was 19, his mind wasn’t fully developed yet or whatever the hell, but he hadn’t felt like a kid since his death. Even before that, the responsibility for his mother, and then the work as a hero. Bruce wanted soldiers, Jason had never gotten a chance to be a kid really.

“Whatever,” Jason scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and standing up, closing himself off from that sincerity. “Do you know where she is?”

“She’s in the library,” Bruce said, his lips twitching up in a smile. “She loves books almost as much as you did, though she seems to be more drawn to non-fiction.” 

Jason hummed and nodded, heading towards the door since he knew his own damn way to the library, Bruce didn’t have to lead! He did follow through, he was clearly protective of these kids so of course he would want to be there when Jason met them.

When he entered the library he saw a young woman sitting at one of the tables with some sort of text book. Her back was straight and her legs tucked under the chair with her ankles crossed. It looked like she was self consciously trying to look put together. She looked up at them, blue green eyes looking him over critically, he could practically see her picking him apart in her mind and he tried not to fidget.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Jason Todd,” He said, walking over and offering her his hand to shake. She was very pretty, but he was surprised by his own complete lack of attraction, she just didn’t register that way, she seemed more… maternal almost.

“Ah, the dead son,” She chuckled, getting up from the table and reaching out to shake his hand, her grip was strong and her hands were soft and cool. “It’s nice to meet you, they mentioned you. Nothing bad,” She added when she saw her face. “And I don’t mean to be rude, I know some people are sensitive about their deaths being mentioned. Danny jokes about it all the time so… I just wanted to let you know that I know, and I accept you.” Jazz said with a warm smile. 

Her easy acceptance caught him off guard and before he could help it he was baring his teeth at her in a snarl, defensive and probing, did she mean it? She grinned sharper bearing sharp fangs at him in a matching sign of… friendly aggression, something inside him settled. He chuckled and took a step back. “Well thanks, nice to meet someone who doesn’t look like they bit a lemon every time I make a death joke.”

“It’s your death, as long as it’s healthy you can own that however comes naturally to you,” Jazz promised, sitting back down at the desk. “I’d love to talk more and get to know you, but we can do that later. You really should meet Danny.”

“You don’t want to come with us,” Bruce broke in, sounding worried. Jason had almost forgotten he was there, he hadn’t realized how… all encompassing the short interaction had been.

“I’ll probably follow,” Jazz said with a shrug, her gaze turning stern as she looked at Bruce. “Remember what I said about never breaking up a fight,” She told him firmly. 

Well if that didn’t make Jason nervous he didn’t know what did. Why would he fight with Danny? Would Danny fight with him? Why? “You really think it’s a good idea for us to meet? Why would we fight?” Jason asked her sharply.

“Of course,” she agreed, her eyes softening as she looked back at him, though her expression remained a little mischievous. “It’ll be good for both of you.”

Next

[clockwayswrites]

Tim Jr., Coffee Machine Extraordinaire

WC: 2314

Dick worried his lip between his teeth as he looked Tim over. His little brother was standing, zombie-like, in front of the Cave’s coffee machine.

Not that it was unusual.

Just the thing was, Tim had been doing better. His dark circles had been fading, his snippy moments less often, his focus better, and he’d even been putting on some much needed weight. Dick had been so proud (as had Alfred and Bruce). But now the circles were darkening again and Tim was staring at the coffee machine like he used to— like it was his only salvation.

Jason stepped up to Dick’s side, joining him in the bird watching.

“Hey Timbit,” Jason said, breaking the silence of the moment. Trust Jason to get down to it.

“Hum?”

“What happened to your hand?”

Tim blinked down at his gauze wrapped hand as if he had forgotten about the injury. Not a good sign with Tim. Dick was betting on over 48 hours without proper sleep at this point.

“Oh.” Tim said, the exclamation was emotionless. “Tim Junior bit me.”

Dick and Jason exchanged looks. Who now?

“Um, did you get a pet, baby bird?” Dick gently asked.

“Hum?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Who’s Tim Junior, Timberino.”

“Oh.” Tim said. The brothers waited impatiently for Tim’s brain to roll over. “My coffee maker. Little brat refused to make me any…”

“Okay, yep, alright. No patrol for you tonight Timtam,” Jason said with a clap of his hands.

“Wait, what? No. Just let me get some coffee and I’ll be ready to go,” Tim whined.

“I think Jason’s right, Tim,” Dick said, stepping up to gently guide his brother away from the coffee machine.

Tim looked back over his shoulder at the machine as they walked away. Dick could practically see Jason building a plan as he lead them over to the vehicle area.

“We’ll go back to your Nest, Timbuktu. We can keep an eye on the ops from there while the rest of the idiots have to run around in this damn cold. Bet it’s going to sleet later,” Jason said gleefully.

“I see how it is, you just want to be warm. Sure you aren’t just faking those broken ribs to get some extra time off?” Dick asked, playing into the show of it. They just had to keep Tim distracted until Jason had him bundled back up in his apartment.

“Oh no. You’ve found me out,” Jason deadpanned as he tossed Tim his helmet. At least Bat reflexes were still in play and Tim caught the helmet without even looking at it.

“I knew it!” Dick cried, dodging Tim’s smacks as he doubled checked that the helmet was secure. “That’s it. I’m crashing your Nest Party after patrol so you better save me some food.”

“What makes you think there will be food?” Jason asked. His words were tough, but Dick watched him tug Tim’s arms until the other gripped him tightly. Baby bird was in good hands.

“Jaybird,” Dick said, “it’s you, of course there’s going to be food.”

Jason’s short was almost lost over the sound of the motorcycle starting. Dick waved enthusiastically as the bike sped out of the cave before he let his hand and smile both drop.

He really hoped that Tim just needed some sleep.

-

Dick landed silently onto the balcony. The lights were on low inside, changing subtly enough that Dick could tell the T.V. must be on. He found the hidden panel to flip up and enter his codes for the door’s locks to hiss open.

Jason was watching him from over the couch and even without seeing it, Dick could tell when Jason’s fingers relaxed around the gun he must had been holding. He raised a finger to his lips, and Dick gave a little nod back.

Dick slunk silently over to the couch, bracing his arms on the back right next to Jason’s head. He had to hold back a coo at the sight of Tim curled up under a fluffy green blanket with his head pillowed against Jason’s thigh. Jason must have known how close Dick was to making a noise because he smacked his hand into Dick’s face.

Hands raised, Dick backed away with a silent laugh. After rinsing off quickly in the shower he dug out some sweats from ‘his’ drawer in the guest bedroom. Tim might act like he never wanted them in his space, but he still kept a drawer for each of them stocked with civilian clothing and relaxing wear. And Dick knew his favorite cereal was stocked in the pantry too. Stomach rumbling, Dick padded back out to the open living space.

Jason must have pulled an Indiana Jones and slipped out from under Tim because he was in the kitchen making up a plate of left overs for Dick. Dick bounded over to peer into the boxes. “Ooh, Thai.”

He skipped back a step as Jason smacked at his hand with the serving spoon.

“How long has he been out?”

“Not long after eating. Food got here right after us, so most of the night,” Jason said, his words a low rumble in his efforts to stay quiet.

“Just tired then?” Dick asked, still hoping that was all it was.

Jason’s frown didn’t reassure him.

“What?”

“Sleep was restless for hours. He kept… dun know. Searching for something,” Jason said with a little shrug. “Not nightmares but not easy rest.”

Dick sighed and leaned back against the counter. He chewed idly on his thumb, wondering what was bothering their baby bird. “New cases?”

“Not from me. Wrapped the last one up last week and B’s out of town.”

“Damian wouldn’t ask. Steph is busy with the girls. And there’s nothing from me. Something made him take a turn.”

Jason just hummed and popped the plate into the microwave. Dick was never sure if Jason knew how much the noise sounded like one Batman would make. He never risked mentioning it. Dick glanced over at his brother and then past him as the shiny red caught his eye. “That it?”

“What?”

Dick jutted his chin at the coffee maker. “Tim Junior”

“…guess it is. Odd looking machine, aint it? Think he messed with it?”

“Someone had to,” Dick said, moving around Jason. The coffee machine did have a distinctly home brewed look to it. None of the knobs matched and the one panel was a slightly different shade of red like it had been spray painted to match.

“Freak’n mad scientist,” Jason groused as he stopped the microwave before it could beep.

“More engineering then he normally does,” Dick murmured. He reached out to flip the top of the machine open. It felt like solid work… the lid snapped back down with a clack.

“Shh.”

“…it wasn’t me. The machine moved.”

“Shut it, dickface.”

“I’m not kidding,” Dick hissed. “I just went to open it—”

The lid snapped open on its own.

Dick reached out to blindly smack at Jason’s arm.

“Stop it. I saw. Could just be a spring—” Jason reached out to touch it and the coffee machine lunged forward, narrowly missing Jason's fingers. "Holy fuck!"

“Did his coffee machine really bite him?!?” Dick screeched.

(Quietly.)

(He refused to wake Tim.)

“Maybe really, really strong springs?” Jason hissed back as he reached for the machine again.

Dick tackled the coffee machine as it sprang off the counter. The machine struggled, snapping its top open and closed as it strained for Jason. It was starting to heat up in his arms.

“Unplug it!”

“It’s not even plugged in!”

“What do you mean it’s not—”

The lock in the front door turned with a click and both brothers froze. The coffee machine snapped again in Dick’s arms and he shushed it without thinking.

The door creaked open.

“Tim? Starlight? You awake babe?” Whoever it was spoke quietly, like they knew how much of a light sleeper Tim was. There was a soft bang and a quiet curse as a slight figure slipped into the apartment hauling a carry-on suitcase and messenger bag that he dumped by the door. He turned away from locking the door and froze.

Three pairs of blue eyes blinked at each other.

“What are you doing to Tim Junior?” the stranger whisper screamed as he scrambled forward.

Dick let the guy snatch the coffee machine, backing up with his hands raised to show he was harmless. Not that he was, of course, he was running through all the places that he knew Tim had hidden weapons.

Not that the guy looked like much of a threat with the way he was petting the coffee machine and cooing at it. “It’s okay baby, the bad man doesn’t have you any more.”

Dick swore the coffee machine was purring back.

“Okay, who the fuck are you,” Jason growled.

Jason only got a single threatening step forward before he froze at a whine that came from a couch. Tim pulled himself up by the back of the couch, draping himself half over it.

“Danny?”

The guy— Danny— glanced at them before looking at Tim. “Hey starlight. So. Um, your brothers are here tonight?” The end of his sentence rose up in a little squeak.

Tim froze, going pale in a way that scared Dick a little as his eyes darted between all of them. “What day is it?”

“Sunday, babe.”

“Oh shit…”

“Want to introduce us, Timmallow?” Jason rumbled.

Dick was pretty sure that answer was ‘no the fuck I do not’.

Seems Danny thought the same as he jerked the hand not holding the coffee machine behind him. “I can just… leave and pretend I was never here?”

“No!” Tim said, scrambling over the back of the couch and sliding to stand next to Danny. “No, um. I should have—”

“It’s fine, babe.”

“No it’s not! I’ve been meaning to introduce you to them but— ugh.” Tim buried his face in his hands.

“Why don’t we go sit on the couch?” Dick suggested. He made sure to plaster on a cheerful smile. “Though, um, maybe without Tim Junior?”

Danny snorted and moved to set the coffee machine down on the kitchen island. Dick and Jason both gave it a wide berth as they headed over to the couch to sit. Dick steered them to stay on one side of the L-shaped couch while Tim and Danny sat on the other.

An awkward silence settled over the group.

Well they couldn’t have that. “So, Danny was it?”

“Yep, Danny Fenton. You’re… Dick? And Jason?”

“Yeah! Tim talks about us?”

“Of course, you’re his brothers,” Danny said. He reached up to rub at the back of his neck. “I guess… you haven’t heard about me?”

“Um, no,” Dick admitted. He could feel his smile falter for a moment at the hurt in Danny’s eyes.

“Danny—” Tim started.

“It’s fine.”

It didn’t sound fine.

“No it’s not,” Tim said. “I kept meaning to tell them but they— do you know how over the top they are? They would have been over here in five minutes to meet you and then for the next, like, week as they all got back into town. They would be everywhere for weeks and…”

Tim picked at his sweat pants, looking small and nervous. “And you just really moved in a few weeks ago and I wanted you to myself for longer.”

“Hey, starlight,” Danny said and reached out to curl his hand over Tim’s. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not and I’m sorry. So, officially, Danny, these are my brothers, Dick and Jason. Dick, Jason, this is my boyfriend Danny Fenton. He’s an engineering student at Gotham U.”

Dick offered his best smile. “I guess that explains the coffee machine!”

“Like fuck it does, that thing is alive,” Jason snapped. “It bit me!”

“You were grabbing him!” Danny said.

“It bit Tim too!”

“Aw, Tim Junior, no,” Danny sighed, taking Tim’s other hand and looking at the bandages carefully. “I wasn’t even gone for a week and you two were fighting?”

Tim whined. “He wouldn’t let me have any coffee!”

“How many cups were you on?”

Tim ducked his head in a mumble.

“How many was that?”

“Seven.”

“Tim!”

“You were gone! I couldn’t sleep,” Tim sulked.

The fight seemed to just drain out of Danny at that and he kissed Tim’s knuckles gently. “Ask your family next time before it gets so bad, okay babe? They’re obviously willing to look after you. And then Tim Junior won’t bite you.”

“Yeah Timmander, we won’t let you suffer,” Jason said with a smirk that had Tim narrowing his eyes at him.

Dick elbowed Jason (which was as effective as going for a brick wall). “We won’t. We’re happy to be around if you’re feeling lonely. Especially if it keeps you safe from your coffee machine!”

“Seriously,” Jason said, “What is that thing, er, Tim Junior made of?”

“Oh! Ectoplasm,” Danny said with a smile.

Dick paused. “…um, what?”

“Ectoplasm. You know, ghost juice?” Danny held out his cupped hand and green liquid pooled in it as if seeping out of his skin.

Jason leapt up and behind the couch before Dick was even registering what he was seeing. “What the fuck!? Why the fuck can your boyfriend make pit juice Timmy?”

Tim buried his face in his hands. “Not pit juice.”

“Ghost juice. Adjacent but very different, from what Tim has explained to me,” Danny said, the liquid fading away.

“That sure looked like pit water!”

“It wasn’t, see, pit water is pulled from the living while—”

“So,” Dick said quietly, leaning over to Tim. “Maybe not just that you wanted to keep him to yourself, huh?”

Tim just groaned and tried to bury himself under the green blanket and into the couch. “I should have just let Tim Junior eat me.”

-----

AN: Thanks to spite, finally got back to this and finished it up! I know not the firmest ending, but it covered what I wanted to~

Make sure to be better than Tim and hydrate and rest! Also stay delightful, darlings!

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

can we have more disowned!Jason pls??

Bruce was thankful for the drive. It gave him time to think. Mostly of things to say.

He'd sent a new washer and dryer, only to have them politely but firmly refused. Not by Jason, which he expected, but by you. You explained that it was appreciated but not necessary. And then before hanging up the phone, suggested that he donate the money to a support group for estranged parents. Electronics for the kids were similarly received- albeit less politely by Jason. Jason outright sent them back in pieces.

It was a risk, and he knew that. But by the time he pulled into town and was driving down tree-lined streets he was resolved. He had grandchildren now. He had a son who was happy. A Daughter in law... It was- well. Not a 'normal' family but, why did that matter?

There was a new baby on the way. Surely you had to need something to make it easier? College funds? Was the house paid for? He went through the options over and over. Considering the things he knew from the court documents. How you'd come to have your niece and nephew in your custody. The long sad story that got there.

You were steadfast and compassionate- that he knew. And proud. An offer that felt like charity would be rejected. Because you were doing it- or had been doing it on your own. Caring for your grandmother and then your mother. Fighting with the courts. Running a business. And raising two kids. You didn't want charity.

He pulled up on the curb and checked his watch, frowning. Both cars were still in the drive. Which was odd. Dick had told him you usually took the kids to school and opened the store.

He walked up the front steps and rang the bell. Greeted by the cacophony of dogs barking and Jason grumbling as he lumbered to the door.

Jason rolled his eyes when he saw Bruce at the door. "Not now-"

"I come in peace," Bruce said holding up his hands.

"Now's not a good time," Jason said, picking up the Yorkie before she could bolt out the door.

"What happened?" Bruce asked, heart dropping. Jason looked tense. Stressed. Upset. "Are the kids-"

"There was a break in at the hardware. Y/N was working late doing the books. Local scumbags busted in looking for tools they could sell. And copper. They didn't know she was there, so when she walked out to see what was happening, they panicked. Busted her in the face a couple times and someone kicked her stomach." Jason exhaled slowly. "Boris got to them and scared them off when he heard her struggling. And then. Fuck. As if it wasn't bad enough, his fucking heart just gave out and her dog died."

"Jason-"

"Now is really not a good time," Jason repeated, swallowing hard.

And all Bruce can do is hug him. Hard. Jason never did do well when women were in danger. When they were attacked like that. And now it was one of HIS women. His wife. The mother of his children. And she hadn't been able to call him for help. "Is... everything okay?" he asked, releasing him when Jason started to pull away.

"They kept her in the hospital for a couple days and they want to keep her on bed rest for a while. They were worried about her back and her ribs. And the stress of it all. But- mostly she just... she's worried about the baby. She's worried about the kids. And she misses Borris."

"A good boy-"

"Her best friend," Jason said, smiling a little. "And then he had to go and prove he really did love her more than me... grumpy old fucker."

"I know it's not a good time," Bruce said, not wanting to add more stress to his son. Or risk upsetting you and making it worse for you. "But if you need anything-"

"Just make sure those scumbags stay in jail," Jason said. "Because if I get my hands on them, I'll break their fucking necks."

"At least you aren't going to shoot-"

"Y/N makes me store my guns and my ammo in two separate places," he sighed. "And she moved it after Ty found it- now I don't know where it is."

[ijustthinkhesneat]

Okay but realistically imagine what Bruce would do when Jason came back.

Chasing this knee criminal who keeps referencing his dead son. Pushing his buttons. How dare he presume to know anything about Jason. The lost light of his life, his baby boy. He can feel that darkness creeping around the edges of his mind. That pit of anger and murderous rage he is scared he will never pull himself out of.

Hearing that robotic voice taunting him about failing Jason, failing to avenge him. He tried, god he tried. He was so close he had the knife against the jokers throat. And then he was being pulled away. Clark stopped him. Told him that he wasn’t acting like himself.

God he loves Clark but he can still feel that small pit of resentment fester whenever he thinks about bleeding that clown.

How dare he say he never loved Jason. He would have given everything to have him back for even a moment. His wealth, his status, Batman, his soul, Gotham itself. There were only three things he would never trade away. His sons. His precious boys. He would destroy himself without a second thought for their happiness. If there was anything he could give, any price he could pay to just see his baby one more time he would do it happily.

Then they are alone. He’s cornered the Red Hood. An abandoned warehouse, a bomb. He should tear him apart where he stands. He dares to make a mockery of his greatest failure? How he failed Jason. His son. His baby. His world. He will make him suffer.

Then the helmet comes off. A young man. Gentle black curls with a shock of white running through them. A domino mask over his face. It can’t be. And the mask comes away. And Bruce sees them. Those beautiful blue eyes that have haunted every sleepless night. Filled with hatred. Swimming with green fury.

But none of it matters. All the anger in Bruce is gone. He tears of the cowl, he has to see, has to see his baby’s face. Jason has a gun leveled at him, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters because Jason is here. He is alive in front of Bruce. Every wish, every regret is washed away in that moment.

Bruce falls to his knees, it’s too much, more than a wretched creature like him deserves. Jason is stunned. His hand shakes slightly. He moves forward, places the gun against Bruce’s temple and still there is no fear, just wonder and adoration in Bruce’s eyes.

“Is it you Jaylad? Please this has to be a dream, please let this be real.” Jason is shocked he expected anger, disappointment, bargaining, but all there is is a father, a broken man looking upon his life’s purpose renewed before his eyes. Bruce reaches up, slowly, reverently, like at any moment Jason will disappear, he takes Jason free hand and holds it against his cheek and then Bruce’s weeps. Not silent tears or stoic crying. He weeps, snotty and red, hiccuping sobs wracking his body. He can only repeat Jason’s name like a prayer.

Jason doesn’t even realize he has dropped the gun. His Dad is caressing his hand, wailing and babbling apologies and platitudes. Jason feels himself sink to his knees. Tears spilling from his own eyes. His Dad still loves him, never stopped, he doesn’t even care that Jason had only a week ago filled a duffel bag with human heads. He is holding onto Jason like he is sacred and he can feel the anger breaking under the desire to be engulfed by his father.

In that moment they both know that no matter what happens, they’ve come home and for the first time in a long time they both feel whole.

[zahri-melitor]

I need to not let jokes irritate me, but for the record:

Tim's morality doesn't come 'from a list on the fridge from Batman' or 'not wanting to be gun Batman'.

Tim, at his core, decided that he could not be a bystander when things were going wrong, and chose to step up and help. When faced with the decision of "someone has to do this difficult thing" he said "I'm someone", after trying to get someone with more training and expertise to take the role. And when he was older and there were others who could take the support role he had found for himself, he chose again to stay with his allies and follow the mission and protect Gotham, because the job was not complete.

"[Dick] taught me to never back away from any possibility that might lead to the truth."

When Tim thought he'd killed a criminal in the course of arresting them? He beat himself up with guilt and trained harder and in even more investigative and fighting techniques to stop it happening again.

But the clone lab/Lazarus water/blowing up Ra's bases/Captain Boomerang! Yes, those are things that Tim did at his lowest, when he was hurting from an enormous amount of loss. And he: chose to stop attempting the cloning and apologised to Conner for it on Kon's return; poured out the Lazarus water; look was admittedly pretty dodgy here but it's not like it's the first time Bat characters have destroyed Lazarus Pits on purpose; and chose to save Boomerang. He did not go through with things when people close to him reached out and acknowledged his pain.

What, other people blew up Lazarus pits? Yeah for a while there Bruce was funding Bane to run around the world destroying them and handing over details of known ones...look it's a whole involved thing due to fallout from Legacy and a conspiracy to convince Bane that he was Bruce's half brother, don't worry about it.

Bruce and Dick have both had to be restrained from killing, on occasion, when caught in rage and despair. There have been deaths that they didn't intervene in, and guilt they ALSO carry over this. Babs' moral code includes working with criminals, stealing money from corrupt officials and international conglomerates and hacking processing power from the Pentagon. Cass, after swearing to never kill again, broke Shiva's neck and hung her over a Lazarus pit to fall in because that didn't QUITE meet her definition of killing. It's not about 'are your ethics pure at all times'. It's about the choices they've made, even after a mistake.

Tim fears he's become too like Bruce at his most rigid and analytical on occasion (16th birthday paranoia; developing protocols when he was older which he insisted he wouldn't when he was younger; 'testing' himself with Boomerang). His reaction has been that it was even MORE important to him to ensure that he's acting in an ethical manner, and he's consistently passed that test.

He's not fated to be evil. There are afaik three (3) future/alternate universe storylines where Tim 'goes evil'. One is DCAU, where he was made Joker Jr because the Diniverse doesn't HAVE a Jason, Tim there is a composite (plus you know, he was tortured to that point). The second is Earth-3, which is, I remind you, the 'good and evil are reversed' universe. The third is Titans of Tomorrow. Future Evil Tim gets occasional storylines because it's a compelling mirror to hold up to Tim's ACTUAL morality.

Plus, if there is one single person who could be said to determine Tim's ethics and appears at the centre of his moral code, it's OBVIOUSLY Dick, not Bruce *waves at Bruce Wayne: Murderer/Fugitive and Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul*

[bluebedo]

I can't stop imagining all of the robins as parents so I'm gonna make y'all cry with me:

Dick, finally with a baby of his own rather than ones Bruce latches on to, is perfect. He knows how to soothe them, how to love them, and he will stop at nothing to protect them. His babies almost never cry in his arms, he's a master of changing diapers, and he even manages to balance being a father with being Nightwing. To anyone on the outside, he is perfection, as the first Robin always has been. Inside, he feels his heart break every time his baby trips and he stays up, late at night, watching the baby monitor, terrified that he'll lose it forever. Somebody will reset the timeline or the Joker will find his apartment or he'll simply blink and they'll be gone. He's so scared of losing another child - like how he lost Jason and Steph and Damian. He can't let that happen to this precious ball of sunshine.

When Jason first makes eye contact with his baby, he isn't sure how he feels. Sure, his heart flutters and his eyes start to tear up, but he's not sure that paternal feeling has kicked in yet. He tries his best (he may not be as outwardly perfect as Dick but he tries) and he acts as the good dad that he never got, in both Willis and in Bruce. As much as he learned that they loved him, they never did it the right way. Jason's always seen his way as the right way, in both crime and parenting, and he'll be damned if this kid gets involved in the vigilante business. Even if he isn't sure he loves the kid yet, he's protective. It isn't until a rogue makes a throwaway comment or his young daughter finds his guns for the first time that he realises that is love. His way of loving is simply protecting, not doting. He loves his baby. He finally cries when he realises.

Tim has no idea what to do. Jason seems to have eventually gotten the hang of it and Dick seemed to have always been a great dad from the moment his kid was born, but Tim? He sees that baby in the crib and, though his heart lurches to reach out and hug her and pepper her face with kisses, promising her the world, he finds himself frozen. Because how is that baby his? How did he survive long enough to live? His baby is solid proof that he can make a difference in this world outside of being Red Robin and that terrifies him. He's given a chance to be Tim Drake-Wayne rather than just the third Robin and he doesn't know what to do with that. He tries, like Jason does, but he's certain he fails where it matters. Raising a kid isn't maths and logic it's compromise and emotions and Red Robin wasn't trained for that. Tim wasn't trained for this.

Steph has been a mother much longer than the others have been fathers. Dick may have been the first to show Batman his child, to give his baby a name, to learn how to change a diaper, but Steph was the first to be a parent. If she ever has another kid (because it's not a definite for her like it may be for the others, she refuses to let it be a definite) she knows exactly how she'll care for them. She'll hold them, she'll love them, she'll kiss them goodnight, she'll take them to all their dance or karate lessons, she'll go to every recital, she'll take embarrassing pictures on prom night, and she'll be there through thick and thin, highs and lows. If Steph ever let herself go through that pain again, this time, she's never letting go.

Damian... Something clicks. He looks at his baby for the first time and the frown that was stuck on his face the moment he learnt he was having one melts away. In one singular moment he understands why Bruce was always so harsh on him, why Bruce tried his hardest to keep Jason around, why Bruce never ever gave up on any of the rogues, nor any of his fellow Bats. The moment Damian got something as precious to him as the robins and batgirls were to Bruce, he understood. And he never looked back. If he happens to adopt his own personal army of children, a carbon copy of his own father with a couple amendments, then that's future Damian's problem. Well, or Alfred's.

[superbat-lmao]

Give me a fic where all of the batsiblings are thrown back in time but think they’ve been sent to an alternate universe because everyone is acting differently except Bruce, who really is the original version of Bruce.

It’s just before Ethiopia, Jason is holding a phone that’s already making a call. This time, Dick picks up and Jason spends all his time in this universe (timeline) wondering if Dick had just picked up if his own time would have gone differently.

Dick picks up and realizes his brother doesn’t have to die, that he wouldn’t have to become the Red Hood.

Both of their interactions with each other and Bruce and Alfred throw each other off because they’re trying to act like they don’t have future knowledge while being wildly weirded out by this alternate universe’s version of their sibling.

Cut to, Tim orchestrating how to meet Steph, Dick figuring out how to get Damian, Jason figuring out how to get Tim, Duke and Steph teaming up and Damian and Cass tracking each other down before being ultimately tracked down by Babs and Dick.

It’s a slow roll of chaos that steadily confuses Bruce and Alfred as more and more children come into the fold and they try and accumulate each other without giving away the fact that they’re “from a different universe” or letting any of the siblings realize that they have knowledge of each other from that other timeline.

Everyone but Dick and Babs is still a child and have varying degrees of training which makes most of them groan at having to relearn/regain their skill and muscle. But they’re all still letting themselves be the ages they are because none of them know the others would realize they’re actually adults/older and judge them for reliving their childhoods.

Jason has to pick a new hero name and reassess his fighting style and whether he wants to keep using guns. He doesn’t have the pit influence, this Bruce hasn’t made the mistakes his version did, and he doesn’t have to let history repeat itself. He also doesn’t get the same build he used to have and the childhood malnutrition really does keep its effects.

Tim and Damian get their own shock of being given the Robin mantle willingly. It’s easier the second time and Steph and Cass both get to think through the legacy of Batgirl and their own hero personas. Duke still has his parents, and eventually, his day job that comes without some of the prerequisite grief of joining the bat family.

But each time something occurs where the siblings get suspicious, they write it off as being a weird alt-universe.

I want to see Bruce and Dick patch up their relationship, for Bruce and Jason to actually talk about their emotions without being clouded by anger, for Bruce to accept Tim and Steph and Damian and Babs and Cass and Duke, to build several bridges without the loss of a child clouding his judgement. For Dick and Jason to finally have a shot at being brothers without resentment, for Jason and Tim to be brothers without jealousy, for Tim and Damian to be brothers without resentment/jealousy. For Steph and Babs to not doubt their places and for Cass to be the only one that suspects since she can read them all trying to hide something but also knowing that if none of them realize they all already know each other they will have room to grow in ways they hadn’t. For Duke to be able to be a part of something incredibly special while still getting to keep his family like Steph does.

I want Bruce and Alfred to just kinda, learn to accept the chaos. To write it off as their special brand of chaotic family and not some sort of secret being hid from them.

[petite-phthora]

Take care...

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 11]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Their first stop was a small café near Robinson Park; Alysia's Boba Bar & Café. After each of them had placed their order, with Jason paying, saying it was ‘his treat’ and that ‘he had promised he’d be the one paying earlier’, they took their food outside.

They did get some stares from the customers and employees, mainly aimed at Jason who’s wearing his Red Hood gear, but they just ignored them minus some intimidation from Jason from afar.

Though, Jason wasn’t quite sure if Danny actually ignored them or just blatantly didn’t even notice them.

Either way, they were currently sitting on a bench in the park. Jason had taken his helmet off and put it next to him so that he could eat, still wearing his domino mask anyway. He’s also still wearing the watch Danny had gifted him.

And he’s never taking that off, holy shit he loves it so much.

Danny is sipping on the leftovers of his boba, having already scarfed down his sandwich. Jason starts his tour, telling him about Robinson Park and pointing out Gotham Zoo right next to it.

After they’re both done with their food, Jason puts his helmet back on and they get back onto his motorcycle so he can point out important landmarks while driving around.

Jason and Danny proceed to chat a bit during the ride as well, just some basic stuff to get to know one another; favorite color, favorite food, how they would disarm someone with a gun and de-escalate the situation, opinions on otters and how they hold onto each other so they don’t drift away, favorite movies, etc.

And Jason is desperately trying to focus on driving instead of Danny’s arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

---

"Over there is the Iceberg lounge."

Danny’s gaze follows where Jason is pointing, falling on a big two-story building with a sign on the outside reading ‘Iceberg Lounge’.

"It's a nightclub owned by the Penguin, one of Batman’s rogues. It’s mainly just a front for his criminal activities, but the nightclub itself is actually pretty good to be fair. Bit posh though"

---

"See that big tower in the middle there? That's Wayne Tower. It's basically the office building of Wayne Enterprises, the company owned by Gotham’s very own multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne." Red Hood says, sarcasm dripping off of his words at the end.

Danny lets out a small non-committal hum.

“You don’t sound too fond of him” Danny inquiries curiously.

“I’m not“ Red Hood states, not elaborating in the slightest.

Danny tries to lighten the mood a little “Well, as long as he doesn’t try to adopt me I guess he’s still better than another millionaire I know.”

Danny smiles as he hears Red Hood laugh.

---

"Over there’s Gotham City Public Library. It’s one of my favorite places in the city. I tend to go there at least once a week. They’ve got a ton of books and are willing to order any they don’t have at request. There’s also some computers there that are free for public use."

"You like reading?" Danny asks curiously.

"Mhmm. I'm mainly in the classics like Charles Dickens, Lewis Carroll, Jane Austen, Mary Shelley, etc."

“Oh, nice. I don’t usually read much. English was basically my worst subject at school, but the teacher was pretty good. Kind of ended up being one of the only ones in my corner and he really tried his best, y’know?”

“He sounds pretty nice. Is there a reason you haven’t read much, like lack of interest or…?” Jason trails off questioningly.

Danny shrugs “I guess I never really had the time as a teenager, with an added lack of motivation on top. And now… I guess I don’t really know what kind of books I’d like or where I should start.”

“I could recommend you some? If you want me to?”

“Sure, that’d be nice”

---

"The large building over there is Arkham Asylum. It's basically a psychiatric hospital. Batman dumps all of his rogues here, though they keep breaking out."

"Oh yeah, I’ve heard of this place. My older sister applied to work here"

"Dr. Jasmine Fenton?" Jason questions, even if he was already pretty sure who Danny was referring to.

"Mhmm,” Danny nods, “she recently gained her doctorate and wants to be a psychiatrist at Arkham"

"... I wish her good luck" Is the response Jason decides on.

"I’m sure she can do it" Danny proclaims, somehow embodying the :D smiley face.

Jason considers the possibility of her having similar meta powers to her brother and decides that if she does she'll probably be fine.

Not to mention she has Danny in her corner… And Red Hood now as well.

---

"What's that building over there?" Danny asks as they're driving on one of the roads on the outskirts of the main part of the city.

Jason looks at where he's pointing, spotting the manor.

"That's Wayne Manor. Do you remember that millionaire I mentioned earlier? The one that owns Wayne Tower and WE? That's where he lives."

Danny sounds a little surprised as he asks "He lives in that huge building? All by himself?"

"Well, not really. He has some kids, most of whom are adopted though you wouldn’t believe the field day the press had when it was found out he had a biological son. Besides them, he also has a butler that lives at the manor”

Once again, it seems Danny has noticed Jason’s standoffish attitude at Wayne, as he tries to lighten the mood a little.

"That manor is still way too big for all of them. Like what are they doing with all of that space? Are they hiding something? I bet they have a huge secret basement underneath the manor with some kind of laboratory and some shit. Millionaires seem to love those."

Jason lets out a surprised laugh at how on-the-nose Danny is, making Danny grin at his successful attempt to lighten the mood a little. Though it makes him question for a little bit…

He doesn’t know, right? Or does he…

"You know, I think the manor is actually missing something" Danny speaks up again.

"Oh? And what’s that?" Jason asks with humor in his tone.

"It would look way better TPed" Danny states confidently, bearing a mischievous grin.

Jason barks out a laugh, a sharp grin on his face.

"Let's save that for the next date, Doll"

Danny lets out a slightly giddy laugh, his cheeks red and heart beating just a little faster at both the 'next date‘ part and the unexpected, but not unwelcome, nickname.

---

“And this,” Jason says, as he gestures proudly towards the streets around them, “is Crime Alley, which is my turf in this city. I’m the one protecting this place.”

Jason had brought Danny to Crime Alley as the last stop on their date.

“Oh yeah!” Danny speaks up. “I was wondering about that!”

Jason turns to him questioningly and Danny takes it as a sign to continue.

“Yeah so, why is it called crime alley?” he asks curiously with a tilt of his head.

Say what now?

Jason takes a deep breath.

“Are you serious?” Jason asks genuinely curious, gesturing at the drug deal taking place behind them, the mugger that’s running past, and towards the right where gunshots can clearly be heard.

To his credit, Danny doesn’t falter at all, giving Jason a smile and continuing.

“Yeah, I thought it was called Park Row or something like that. Did it get renamed?”

Jason closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose before letting out a strained “Something like that…”

He takes another deep breath before looking back at Danny, who’s still looking at him with a bright smile.

“Is there really no reason you can think of why this place would get nicknamed crime alley? Not one reason at all? None?”

A small explosion sounds and some metal shrapnel falls in little pieces around them. A car tire rolls past. Danny and Jason don’t look away from one another.

Danny ‘grew up with mad scientist parents, an OSHA-violating lab in the basement, fighting ghosts, causing property damage, evading ghost police, fighting a king, is pretty certain his parents have been committing some kind of tax evasion for their research funding, etc., etc. though none of that was really an excuse as his friends and sister didn’t turn out quite as blind to danger as him.’ Fenton thinks about it for barely a second before shrugging.

“No, not really. Why?”

“This is where the Joker attacked you.” Jason tries pointing out, causing Danny to take a good look around them.

“Oh, that’s right! I was wondering why this place looked so familiar! I gotta say, it looks different in the daylight. But I mean, that attack could’ve happened anywhere, couldn’t it? What’s so special about this place?”

God, how can he be so smart yet so stupid?

Now is really not the time to kiss him, Jason.

“It’s… just a nickname, given to the district by the Gothamites. Poverty runs rampant and the crime rates here are… above average, let’s say, when compared to the rest of Gotham. Only old rich folks still call it Park Row” Is what Jason decides to say.

“So yeah, it’s probably best if you try to avoid this place, especially at night. Though God knows you can handle yourself, considering the way you went at the Joker” Danny snorts at the innuendo.

“It’s still better to be safe than sorry and keep away from this place, unless you’re with me. The people around here know better than to mess with me and the people I’m with, so there’s no need to worry.”

“Hmmm, are you sure the crime rates are higher here?”

On their left, a guy dressed in a gray hoodie with suspicious dark red stains on it runs at a car, gets in, and drives off as fast as he can with the car alarm still going off.

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll try to keep that in mind then”

God have mercy.

---

Red Hood had driven them back to Danny’s apartment after their date in order to drop him off. Meanwhile, Danny is still not quite over the fact that he can actually call it a date!

After they both get off of the motorcycle, Red Hood walks him the few feet to the front door of his apartment building, and it’s time for them to say goodbye again.

Do they kiss now? Or should he wait till the next date?

Danny really wants to kiss him right now.

But he’s wearing his helmet so it would be awkward as fuck.

Especially if he had to ask Red Hood to take it off.

No, Danny can’t do that. Just no, he’d have his second death, this time of embarrassment instead of electricity. It’s some variation at least?

“See you later, —”

Danny cuts himself off with a not-so-subtle fake cough, cheeks heating up in embarrassment at what he was about to say. He had almost let out another cringy animal-themed goodbye, just like last time.

Great going, Fenton. Despite not going for the kiss, he still managed to almost fuck it up.

It’s like he’s digging himself a bigger hole by the minute.

Red Hood stops walking and pauses. Seeing this, Danny lowers his head to stare at the ground, his body stiff.

---

Jason can’t quite believe he’s doing this, and if any of the bats heard him, he’d never hear the end of it. But… to put Danny at ease…

“Take Care, Polar Bear”

The sentence makes Danny snap his head back up immediately. His mouth is slightly open, as though he’s trying to come up with something to say and failing.

Not waiting for Danny to answer him, Jason starts moving towards his motorcycle again.

Danny, with his cheeks still slightly red, stares at the leaving figure of Red Hood. His gaze is full of adoration, as he just falls a little deeper for the helmed vigilante.

Jason is thankful the helmet obscures Danny’s view of his blushing face as he gets on his motorcycle. He gives one last wave to Danny before revving the engine and leaving for his apartment.

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[blog-moved-lol]

Jason Todd Canon Lore Stuff:

@jashjdh Ask and you shall receive! :D this is sort of part 2 to this post of mine, where I did the same thing for Dick Grayson. Here, since there are so many comics and so much conflicting lore, I read the fandom . com entry for the character and then type out the most important bits of what I learned, both to help myself remember it, and to teach others ^w^

!TW for Batman-like things, such as spoilers, mentions of injury and death, a brief mentions of drug use, a brief mention of sewerslide and r(😬)e, etc)!

•To begin with, a lot of people argue "Jason is the angry Robin!" Or, "Jason ISN'T the angry Robin!" I think for the most part, this misunderstanding happens because originally, Jason was a very calm kid. In his original appearances he had a similar backstory to Dick Grayson(Being an acrobat in the circus) and was much more chill, however in the post-crisis revamp, he became more violent and troubled. In the words of the wiki, "the post-Crisis Jason is impulsive, reckless, and full of rage."

•Jason lived a troubled childhood, with his father being a petty crook. His dad at one point served a jail sentence for his crimes, but even once he got out of jail, he never came back to the family. This left Jason alone, taking care of his drug-addicted mother. He would rip and remove the parts from cars around the city, selling them for cash to make sure they were fed and clothed. His mother eventually died from an overdose so he took to the streets, continuing to take apart cars for cash.

•One night he came upon the Batmobile parked in an alleyway. Batman had just replaced the tires, but had not yet put on his new custom hubcaps. Jason took this opportunity to snag the tires, and managed to get one and out of there before he came back for a second tire. This is when Batman caught him, hence the iconic interaction of him throwing his tire iron at Bruce and calling him a 'big boob' as he ran away.

•Batman tried putting Jason in a boarding school for troubled kids, however this didn't work out either because the owner of the school was actually running a program to train young criminals. When Batman busted the criminal operation, he decided that perhaps Jason's anger could be used for crime fighting, so he took him in because he was worried that if he didn't, Jason would become a criminal. While Jason wasn't an acrobat like Dick, he was strong, and had lots of skills from his time on the streets.

•On their first official mission together, though, it was revealed that Two-Face had killed Jason's father. Despite the fact that Jason's father had abandoned him, he was still enraged by this and he went on a rampage. However, he showed restraint when he allowed Two-Face to be arrested instead of killing him, which made Bruce very proud.

•As much as Jason was a good, enthusiastic student, he was also a very troubled one. His time on the streets had raised him with a tilted sense of morals, and with the tendency to lash out and get violent when threatened because of his street survival instincts. Because of this, Jason often had the opposite ideals and morals to his mentor. He tended to use excessive force when trying to stop criminals, such as how in one adventure he was asked to 'hold off' some villains, and he immediately shot at them despite Bruce's dislike of using guns.

•The most notable of these times was on the case of Felipe Garzonasa, a man who had r(😬)ed a woman, an event that led to her sewerslide. Jason tracked this guy down, and moments after Jason arrived, Felipe fell to his death off of his apartment balcony. While it was never confirmed nor denied, it's fairly possible that Jason pushed Garzonasa off, breaking Batman's no kill rule. (We love a man who respects women ✊)

•Bruce was so afraid that Jason was going to possibly kill someone, either intentionally or with his reckless actions, that he called Barbara Gordon and asked her to work a case with Jason, in an attempt to figure him out. They did work together, however Barbara could come up with no real way to help him, and simply warned Bruce that there was 'a darkness in Jason'.

•Jason eventually discovers that his mother was not actually his biological mother, so he runs away from home on a mission to find his real mom. He follows lots of leads, but eventually ends up in Ethiopia, finding his bio mother Sheila, working as an aid worker. He's incredibly happy to be reunited with his real mom, but he soon discovers that Sheila is being blackmailed by the Joker, being forced to supply him with medical treatment. Sheila herself has been embezzling funds from the agency, and to keep from getting caught, she directly hands Jason over to the Joker who brutally beats him with a crowbar and leaves him and Sheila in a warehouse with a bomb. Batman is unable to save them on time, and both of them perish in the explosion. Bruce is obviously devastated (and starts going crazy because of this a bit later on), and the bodies are both buried in Gotham City with the cause of death on Jason's death certificate being labeled 'smoke inhalation'.

•Jason is dead for at least a decade, his memory constantly haunting Bruce as his 'greatest failure', keeping Jason's Robin suit on display in the Batcave. Bruce begins to spiral over the thoughts that he himself had failed to train Jason properly, and that he had also failed to save Jason from the Joker. (Personal opinion, I don't know if I actually blame Bruce for 'Not saving Jason in time'? Because the way the wiki framed it, it made it seem like Jason ran away and didn't tell anyone that he was going to do this, plus I don't know how Bruce would've known that the Joker was blackmailing Sheila to begin with? Idk, maybe I'm missing some context here)

•Many years later, while Bruce is fighting with Hush, Tim gets kidnapped. When he confront the kidnapped it ends up being 'Jason', but it turns out that this version of Jason isn't Jason at all, and is just Clayface pretending to be Jason.

•Superboy-Prime, trapped in the Paradise Dimension, alters reality. This shift results in Jason's revival, as he's once again given life. He breaks his way out of his own coffin with his bare hands, and drags himself 12 miles before eventually collapsing (since he still has many lasting injuries from the Joker's beating). He's found at some point and hospitalized, where he stays in a coma for a full year, and even when he awakens he has amnesia. At some point he's recognized by a petty criminal, who informs Talia. Talia brings him to the Lazarus Pit, where she immerses him in the water where her father Ra's is also bathing. This restores Jason's memories and his physical health, however it's implied that the Pit's energy + Ah-Gul's energy messed with his mind and personality (Though it's always possible that these changes really just came from his trauma)

•Jason Todd takes up the mantle of Red Hood, and returns to Gotham City.

•Jason goes to find the Joker (who had been run out of town by Hush), and gives him a beating with a crowbar just as the Joker did to him, though he keeps the Joker alive to use him against Batman later on. He also assumes the control of several gangs, and starts a mini war against the Black Mask criminal empire. His general plan is to clean up the cities violence and drug dealings(probably because he doesn't want anyone to end up like his non-bio mother), as well as kill the Joker for revenge. Because of his intense and violent methods, he has many brushes with Batman. It's around this time that Bruce finds a Robin mask in the Batmobile, one that never belonged to Dick or Tim, but looked like a mask in the style of Jason's old Robin costume. He also realized at this time that Jason's coffin is empty, and that's when he starts to believe that Jason may have genuinely come back from the dead.

•Jason, hearing that Tim had replaced him and was supposedly a 'better Robin' then him, he got angry and broke into the Titan tower to confront him. Wearing a newer version of his own Robin costume, Jason makes quick work of immobilizing the other Titans. He was absolutely furious that there was no memorial for him in the Hall of Fallen Titans (Despite the fact that he was only a Titan for a very short time), Jason demands Tim tell him if he was really as good of a Robin as Jason himself was, and Tim stubbornly says 'Yes' before he passes out. As Jason is leaving the tower, he rips the 'R' logo from Tim's costume. However, it's revealed in the epilogue of that comic that Jason actually holds some respect for Tim now, begrudgingly saying an "I'll admit. He's good." As he ponders how he could've been a better Robin had he acted more like Tim.

•At some point Jason kidnaps the Joker and uses him to lure Bruce to Crime Alley, where they had first met all those years ago. Jason is of course angry that Bruce never 'properly avenged' him by killing the Joker, since Jason believed that Bruce would because the Joker had "Taken me away from you". Bruce explains that it would've been easy for him to kill the Joker, that he continuously fantasized about taking the Joker away, torturing him and eventually killing him, but that he wasn't willing to cross that line (Partially because he wasn't willing to stain the memories he had of Jason [that he clung so tightly to while losing his sanity] with blood). Jason decides on a deal. Either Bruce kills him, or he will kill the Joker. So he holds one gun to the Joker's head and gives the other to Bruce, counting to three. However Bruce, obviously not wanting to kill Jason but also not wanting Jason to commit this crime, uses a Batarang to cut down an object that ends up slicing Jason's throat. The Joker uses this time to detonate some explosives and plunge both of them into the waters. (I don't even know what to say about this part, I have a lot of opinions here. I will say though, I think that if Tim hadn't become Robin, Bruce might've legitimately killed the Joker.)

•Jason shows up again after about a year, now as an evil version of Nightwing. Jason uses this costume to taunt Dick, suggesting the two become a crime fighting team, but Dick refuses because he doesn't want to be associated with Jason's violent methods. Not long after, Jason is kidnapped by unknown mobsters. Dick, albeit hesitantly, saves him, and they team up to defeat the Pierce brothers. After the fight Jason leaves New York and drops the Nightwing mantle, leaving Dick a telegraph that says he has returned to normal, and that he still considers Dick family.

•Jason's kidnaps a girl named Mia, wanting to convert her to his side since they both had somewhat similar pasts and he feels they're kindred spirits. She refuses, so he blows up her high school. (WTF JASON???? 😭)

•I dunno how to explain this one too much, but basically he went on a mission with a Monitor that he called Bob? And he met an alternate reality version of Batman, who had started killing after Jason's death.. And then the Darkseid thing happens and Batman 'dies', which makes Jason absolutely furious (Because he cares about Bruce despite not agreeing with the way that he handled things back when he died).

•Jason, back as Red Hood, tries to take control of some gang wars to calm things down, but it actually makes things worse. Since Batman is supposed to be dead, and Nightwing is unavailable, Tim is the one who has to help clean up the mess. Jason asks to team up, but Tim refuses because of Jason's questionable methods. Due to a combination of some things, Jason gets shot in the leg and arrested. When the gang war is resolved, Tim stops by the prison Jason was in, using a disguise and a fake name to deliver Jason the code that will let him out of his cell because he believes Jason deserves a chance at redemption.

•After his escape Jason is summoned to the Batcave, where he is brought in to hear his part of Bruce's Last Will and Testament for him(Y'know, since Bruce is supposedly dead lmao). He listens to Bruce's final piece as he talks about out of all his failures, Jason was his biggest, and how he regretted not getting Jason actual help or showing much empathy over him hardships, instead dressing him up and having him fight. Unfortunately this heartfelt message is what makes Jason fully snap.

•Jason began dressing up in a Batman-like outfit, leaving slips of paper saying 'I AM BATMAN' where he worked, however he used much more aggressive and lethal forms of punishment on the criminals he fought. Due to the violent nature of his vigilantism, Nightwing and Damian are after the fake Batman. Dick figures put pretty quickly that the imposter Batman is Jason, and after an argument, Jason shoots Damian. Tim is also searching for the fake Batman at this time, dressing up as Batman as well to demonstrate how Bruce would've really acted. Tim finds Jason's fake Batcave, but has to be saved from a boobytrap by Catwoman. Jason returns to his 'cave' and finds them there, impaling Tim with a Batarang. Dick and Jason fight, with Jason thinking and claiming that Tim is dead, while Damian and the Squire are actually busy saving Tim. Dick kicks Jason off a moving train, but when he tries to pull Jason back up to safety(Because he still considers him family, just as Jason does him), Jason refuses his help and falls to his 'death', while claiming they'll meet again soon. This is when Dick becomes Batman.

•When Jason returned, having survived the fall, he decided to become direct competition to Batman and Robin, making it his mission to get to all of the criminals before them and become the new Gotham Hero. He even got his own sidekick, a girl named Scarlet. Jason was very public about this, posting things on social media, talking about how killing the villains was the best way to do it, and a lot of people actually agreed. At one point Jason kidnapped Dick and Damian, locked them up and stripped them both naked(😰), claiming online that if the post got enough attention, he'd reveal Batman and Robin's secret identities. However his plan was interrupted by an assassin names Flamingo, that he and Scarlet weren't strong enough to beat. Dick and Damian escaped and saved them from death, though Damian got pretty seriously injured.. Jason just ran Flamingo over with a truck- Jason was taken into police custody and as they took him away, he claimed that if the Lazarus Pit could revive him, why couldn't it revive Bruce too?

•After Bruce's revival, Jason files an appeal to Arkham Asylum, wanting to be released because the tests show that he's perfectly sane, just willing to kill. He ends up being transferred to a Gotham prison, where as soon as he arrives, the sewerslide rates spike and there are several homicides(Though these mainly occurred in self defense from Red Hood killing people in the prison who attempt to kill him first). On top of this, Jason poisons the food and kills 82 inmates, making 100 more sick. He's immediately taken back to Arkham Asylum, but is quickly broken out by some mercenaries. Jason breaks free from the mercenaries and fights them off as Batman and Robin arrive. At the end of this mission, Red Hood and Scarlet escape in a helicopter, warning Bruce and Damian not to chase them because he planted bombs all over the city months ago, and he's willing to detonate them. Dick doesn't do anything about, deciding that Jason was lying about the bombs, and that even if Jason decides to do better he'll only rejoin the family when he's ready to.

•Jason, trying to reform, forms his own hero team called the Outlaws. He changes the red symbol on his chest to a bat, a sign of his somewhat awkward but slowly-beginning-to get-back-on even-ground relationship with the Batfamily. The costume he now wears also used to belong to Dick. His relationship with Tim is now at least neutral, if not a little friendly, as the two can be seen eating together and making some jokes. However his relationship with Bruce is still strained, and a bit hostile. While he keeps his aggressive and lethal style of fighting, he now only uses it when he believes necessary, and doesn't always shoot the second he sees a problem.

•At some point his team disappears, and he goes back to being a solo hero.

Extra Fun Fact! Because of the Lazarus Pit, Jason no longer ages and he heals much much faster then a normal human!

TAADAA! I might do more if I get the motivation ^w^

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 20/?

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Jason didn’t want another situation like Talia to happen, so he asked Raven for help. She was happy to help.

“The spell I put around the house will help cloak it from prying eyes. Even if someone finds out the address and tries to find it, they’ll always end up back in the village. It has an added bonus; you’ll know if someone is looking for your house.”

“Thanks, Raven, I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything. I’m glad to help keep my little niece and nephew safe.”

Jason smiled. He was quickly looking at Raven as an older sister and Roy as an older brother. 

(Is this how it could’ve been with his old family?)

“Still, I want to thank you. How about I make you some waffles since it’s still morning? It’s one of my specialties.”

Raven smiled, “Well, I never turn down free food.”

“Ohh, can I help, daddy?”

“Of course, lad.”

They ended up covered in flour. Danny’s hair was almost as white as his ghost half.

“So, Jason, tell me, how’s it going with your new powers,” Raven asked after breakfast.

Jason sighed, “It’s a bit tough, but I’m getting there. I’m no longer going intangible at random times. I’m flying better, and Danny is teaching me how to make shields and ectoblasts. The ectoblasts are easier. I only have to call some up, point, and blast. It’s almost like a gun.”

“Daddy is really good at paying attention and learning—hey, stop that daddy!”

Jason laughed as he wiped the syrup from his little boy’s mouth. Jazz smiled fondly while she fed Ellie. Ellie giggled, her two little teeth on display.

That’s when it hit Jason like a freight train. He was happy. It felt like it was overwhelming him and going to overflow from his body. He knew everyone around the table could feel his happiness and didn’t care.

Raven gave him a warm smile.

“I’m glad you found this, Jason. You deserve it,” Raven said. She meant every word of it.

He didn’t know if he deserved it, but unlike a certain emotionally constipated billionaire, he knew Jason wouldn’t question it. He would hold on to this happiness with both hands and never let go.  

Danny hugged Jason with still sticky hands.

Jason owed his happiness to his little boy.

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Bruce woke up feeling miserable.

What else was new?

The night before had been tough. There had been an Arkham breakout. Thankfully, the Joker hadn’t escaped. Bruce didn’t know what he would’ve done to the clown if he had.

(Where was his son? He was alive. He was away from the protection of Bruce’s cape.)

They had found Crane and Victor Fries but had yet to find Killer Croc.

(Was Jason dealing with villains and rogues alone?)

Bruce stretched. He bypassed the curtains and left them closed. The sunlight would hurt his eyes. He went to eat breakfast. Alfred put a plate and a cup of coffee in front of him. Bruce ignored the food and went straight for the cup of joe.

“Have you heard from Jason,” Bruce asked the older man.

(He thought Jason would always stay close by; stay in Gotham.)

“No, Master Bruce,” the butler answered with a hint of disapproval.

Bruce frowned.

“He’s my son, Alfred.”

“Hmm, well, your actions speak louder than your words, sir.”

Bruce frowned after his surrogate father as he left Bruce alone at the dining room table. A phantom chill went through the silent room.

(Jason wasn’t supposed to leave.)

The silence damned him.

I hope you guys liked this chapter. Special thanks to BatPeg and Jozette_Rosewood_125. One of them gave me the prompt for waffles, and the other person gave me a prompt for cooking time with Jason.

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[necrotic-nephilim]

"How else am I supposed to learn if you don't punish me?" With Jason x Bruce ship pls 🙏

send a quote and a ship and I'll write a short fic!

fucked up BruJay my beloved. this is. honestly more emotional whump than physical and the romance is implied, but i do like this piece a lot, even if i struggled with it a bit. have 2.2k of Bruce and Jason struggling to get along. enjoy <3

Sometimes, Jason did it on purpose.

He knew Bruce’s patrol route better than anyone. Which was by design. Jason wanted to know where Bruce was, what he was doing, and who he was doing it with at all times. And really, Bruce didn’t seem to be stopping Jason from keeping tabs. None of Jason’s carefully placed trackers were removed, and Jason knew better than to assume Bruce had lost his touch. Bruce knew they were there, and he knew they were Jason’s.

So if Jason wanted to avoid Bruce, he knew how to do it. And when he really did want to get work done under Bruce’s nose, it was easy for Jason to dance around Bruce’s schedule and send him tail spinning just trying to keep up with Jason.

But some days, Jason didn’t want to avoid Bruce. He wanted the thrill of the chase.

So he got caught on purpose.

He picked a gang on the side of town Bruce always patrolled at this hour. He used the loudest guns he had with no silencers. He started the messiest brawl he could.

And he waited.

Jason didn’t have to wait long.

Like it always was with Bruce, the entrance was dramatic. Shattering glass as a large form with an unfurled cape descended from the skylight. Jason smiled under his helmet.

There were already at least half a dozen dead. The rest were running around like ants, either trying to get away from Jason or futilely trying to fight him.

“You’re late!” Jason shouted over his shoulder. He dodged a batarang thrown in his general direction. “I expected you to get here at least five minutes earlier.”

“Robbery a block away,” Bruce said brusquely. He turned to a few gang members with tire irons and shivs lifted, ready to charge Jason. “Run. Now.”

They didn’t need to be told twice.

Jason raised his gun to shoot one. He wasn’t particular about who he picked. He knew it didn’t matter. The bullet wouldn’t actually hit them.

Because just on time as Jason squeezed the trigger, a batarang buried into his hand. He swore and dropped the gun.

“Enough, Hood,” Bruce said coldly.

Jason smiled under his mask. “Someone’s gotta clean up this city.” He lunged for another thug.

Bruce’s body was like a battering ram, slamming into Jason. He was heavy enough to knock the wind out of Jason, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Jason groaned, trying to throw Bruce off of him. When that didn’t work, he went for his belt, grabbing his kris dagger and flipping it around.

“Do you hold any value for human life?” Bruce demanded. He grabbed Jason’s wrist and pinned it against the ground. “These aren’t supervillains, they’re normal people down on their luck-”

Before Bruce could finish talking, one of the gang members bashed him over the head with a wooden plank. Bruce’s cowl was reinforced, but the little bastard had managed to hit hard enough to snap the plank clean in half. A grunt was forced out of Bruce and his whole body buckled.

Now that was just rude. Bruce was Jason’s meat, not some stupid punk’s. Possessive jealousy flared through Jason, watching Bruce wince in pain to a wound Jason didn’t give him.

“Yeah, they seem real grateful to their savior,” Jason sneered. He threw Bruce off of him and grabbed the gang member. A wiry thing, probably still a teenager. Jason twisted them around to hold his dagger against their throat with his fingers buried into their hair, holding them still. A horrified noise came out of them. Not that Jason particularly cared. He wasn’t the one stupid enough to try beaning Batman with some plywood.

Bruce was on one knee, looking up at Jason. “Don’t.” His fingers twitched toward his utility belt.

“You can’t stop me,” Jason taunted, pressing the blade against tender flesh until the person was squirming in his grasp and blubbering out incoherent pleas for mercy. “Hands where I can see ‘em, B.”

If Jason was anyone else, Bruce would’ve stopped him by now. A quick flick of his wrist to hit Jason with a tranq dart, was how he guessed Bruce would do it.

But he wasn’t just some rogue. He was Jason. And that made Bruce go still, actually listening to Jason’s demands.

“You’re just doing this for attention,” Bruce said carefully, keeping his whole body tense, but not moving it. “Let them go.”

“It’s working.” Jason shrugged, adjusting his hold on the stranger. “So can you blame me?”

“There are other ways to do it without-” Bruce briefly looked around the room at the bodies littered everywhere- “casualties. And innocent hostages.”

“Innocent?” Jason laughed. He turned to address the person he was holding. “Do you think you’re innocent? Why don’t you tell the Batman where these drugs were getting funneled.”

“I don’t- please, I just help packaging- I didn’t-”

Jason huffed in annoyance. “I’ll tell him for you. The middle school down the street. And if there was extra supply, the youth center just around the corner from it too. You remember that youth center don’t you, B? I slept there sometimes as a kid. It was warmer than the streets.”

Bruce’s mouth faintly twitched. His jaw was set. Jason could see him grappling with the rage of knowing exactly who these low lives were dealing to, while still wanting to tell Jason off for all the ugly murder.

How contradictory that nasty little moral code of his could be.

“Let them go,” Bruce spoke slowly, “and we’ll work together to figure out how-”

“Oh don’t even pretend,” Jason laughed. “Don’t pretend you would work with me for a second.”

“Let them go,” Bruce repeated. He seemed to pointedly avoid admitting to Jason’s point.

Jason let out a long hum like he was thinking about it. “I don’t know. What’s one more to my body count?” He started to press the blade.

Bruce moved inhumanely fast. He kicked up, knocking the knife out of Jason’s hand without hitting the gang member. His hands went for Jason’s throat and he managed to get Jason back on the ground. The gang member ran off, footsteps echoing until they were gone while Jason and Bruce grappled, trading punches and kicks until Bruce managed to pin Jason down. Blood was pouring from Jason’s nose and Bruce had human claw marks across his cheek.

Rough. Animalistic. Just the way Jason liked it.

“Why do you do this?” Bruce spoke through grit teeth. “Why do you make me do this?”

“Like you said,” Jason grunted, trying to twist out from Bruce. “I like the attention.” His struggles only got him pinned harder. Bruce forced Jason facedown against the concrete, with an arm twisted behind his back. Jason’s helmet was torn off and tossed to the side.

“I never want to hurt you,” Bruce actually sounded choked up about it. “Why do you have to take it too far every time?”

Jason would give anything to see his face, right now.

“Maybe I want you to hurt me,” Jason said. He looked at his hand resting against the concrete, blood still pouring out of the wound the batarang left. it was a bright, pulsing pain that danced across his reality, making his blood sing. He hoped it would scar. Another to add to the collection of ones he’d goaded Bruce into giving him.

“Why?” Bruce’s voice broke on the word. It was an ironic thing. How badly Bruce wanted to show Jason his mercy. His gentle side. And how badly Jason wanted Bruce’s violence. He wanted Bruce to fight Jason until Bruce’s knuckles were bloody and Jason was barely conscious. He wanted to feel Bruce’s violence down to the marrow.

Jason craned his head back to look at Bruce and smiled. “How else am I supposed to learn if you don’t punish me?”

Bruce stared. For a long moment, he was silent. Jason listened to his breathing like a lifeline. “You don’t actually believe that.” his voice was soft and laced with something that sounded dangerously close to concern.

Sentimental bastard.

“No,” Jason admitted. “We both know I’ll never learn.”

To prove his point, Jason grabbed a stray piece of glass from the ground and stabbed it into one of the weak spots on Bruce’s armor. It made Bruce’s grip loosen enough for Jason to roll free and try to kick Bruce in the face.

Bruce wasn’t fighting him. He only blocked Jason’s blows, and even then, let some of them hit. It was like fighting a brick wall. Hard and unrelenting.

It was starting to piss Jason off.

“Don’t be afraid to hurt me now, Bruce,” Jason said through grit teeth, throwing another punch. It sailed uselessly over Bruce’s shoulder when Bruce easily dodged.

“No.” Bruce’s expression was unreadable under his mask. “I’m not playing your game, Jason.”

“Damnit!” Jason could feel his anger threatening to take control. He kicked Bruce hard in the shin, forcing the man to his knees. Jason ripped Bruce’s cowl off. He wasn’t stopped by Bruce. Hard blue eyes stared up at him. Practically emotionless. “I know you hate me. I know you’re itching to rip my head off for…” Jason spread his arms, gesturing to all the bodies. “For this! For everything I’ve done.”

Bruce shook his head, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. “I don’t hate you, Jason. I could never-” He doubled over when Jason’s knee connected with his stomach.

“Well you definitely don’t love me,” Jason snapped, ice dripping from his tone. “If you did… if you loved me, you would let me have this.”

“Killing people?”

“Hurting me,” Jason corrected. He snatched his kris off the floor from where it’d fallen to. He stared at the blade. “I’m sick of your pacificism. I’m sick of you pretending you don’t crave hurting someone and pretending to be someone you’re not.”

“I’ve never pretended,” Bruce looked at Jason through careful, hooded eyes. “That want… that need has always been a part of me. I take too much pleasure in hurting people. Pleasure in believing they deserve it.” He studied Jason for a moment. “I never wanted it to consume you the way it consumes me. Because I know it’s something you can’t come back from, once it takes root.”

Jason hated it when Bruce waxed poetic. It was a whole lot of bullshit that meant nothing to Jason. It did nothing to fight the roar of rage building in Jason’s chest.

“Do you want to hurt me?” Jason asked.

He needed Bruce to say yes.

He knew Bruce wouldn’t.

Even if it was the truth. Which now, Jason wasn’t so sure.

Bruce was silent. He didn’t give Jason any answer, not even a change in expression. Bruce just pushed himself to his feet and looked at his cowl that Jason was still holding.

“I love you, Jason,” Bruce said. He grabbed the cowl, but Jason didn’t let go. “I want to help you. Please let me help you in any other way that’s not… this.” Bruce’s thumb brushed over the still bleeding gash on Jason’s hand.

Jason tightened his grip on the cowl. “I’m not giving you the free pass to sleep easy at night,” he hissed. “You can’t take back any of the scars you’ve given me. And we both know sooner or later, there will be new ones.”

Bruce tore the cowl out of Jason’s hand. Before putting it on, he started to reach out for Jason’s face, but seemed to think against it, hand abruptly dropping. He opened his mouth to say something. An apology, probably.

A muffled, crackly voice came from inside the cowl. A police scanner, by the sounds of it. Jason only caught the words bomb threat and hostages.

So much for Bruce’s attention.

“Come with me?” Bruce offered, pulling his cowl on.

Jason shook his head. “You know you don’t want me there.”

“I always want you-” Bruce cut himself off, seeming to realize how dangerously vulnerable his words were. “The offer to come to me will always be open, Jason. You know that.”

Jason’s fist curled and his blood dripped onto the concrete. “Go to hell.”

Like that, the intimacy was gone. Bruce put his emotional mask back on to go with his physical one and turned heel, walking away. Jason just watched him go, some part of him foolishly waiting for Bruce to turn back and say something. Anything. He could get any other hero to handle the bomb threat. He could spare Jason just a few more moments of arguing and fighting. Maybe even something more.

But of course, he didn’t.

[livingz0mbee]

Synopsis: Batfamily; Tim, Dick, Jason , Damian, Bruce.. get teleported to some alternate universe where they’re all women. The witch who gets them there promises she’ll let them go once they help her. Whatever that is.

Note: This is from me daydreaming constantly, so if anyone seems op then it’s because it’s my mind 😭. I needed to let it out and decided to write, dk if i’ll finish it.

Warnings: Bruce’s version is Black, Which makes Damian’s version Mixed. OOC idrc just for funsies, Tim’s ver has slight anxiety. Coming out, Gun mentions, I’m pretty sure stab mentions, BirdFlash at the end there. Not much in here honestly Just a bunch of yap, The story jumps a lot.. cuz this is me making my daydream into a fan fiction .

What happened? How had they ended up here? Why the fuck is clark a woman? Dicks head pounded as all he could recall was reaching out to tim before some sort of green thunder striked both of them. He’d have to find Tim, once his eyes adjusted to the blue and red blur infront of him, he was greeted with a huge grin and a hand.

“Hi! My name Is Claire, I know you! Don’t you know me?” she asked as she grips his shoulder, easily pulling him up. Dick groaned, giving her a small smile, “I think you.. might have the wrong guy.” He spoke, patting her bicep to signal for her to put him down. She set him down before eyeing him. Her mouth made an ‘O’ shape. “Teleported here by some magical witch? Yeah probably, Anyway let me take you to the league! You won’t believe your eyes! Wait till you see your mo- well dad- I’m not sure.” She kept blabbering, not giving Dick much time to respond before she picked him up bridal style, boosting into the air in almost milliseconds, zooming to The justice leagues tower.

Okay. This is even Crazier. He sat next to his father; who was on his right, Jason on his left, Damian sitting next to Bruce on the right, and Tim next to Damian. They all had.. confused looks on their faces as they made direct contact with the.. justice league? The flash was a woman, her blonde hair flowing down her sides as Jordan, Yes first name Jordan, leaned into her ear, whispering. She covered her mouth as they both laughed a bit. She tried looking away from Damian but she couldn’t help herself. She threw her head back, her laugh cutting through the silence as Jordan slammed her fist on the table, holding her stomach. What could be so funny? Well Wonder Woman was still Female, so.. what was the issue?

Claire cleared her throat her voice more serious, Bailey stopped her laughing, breathing as she wiped her tears. “Sorry, Sorry.” she nudged Jordan once more and they giggled before turning their attention to Claire. “I know you’re all confused, but I’ll explain..” She stood up and adjusted her glasses. “Around … erm I guess 2 weeks ago..” she glanced at Jordan Who shook her hand from side to side before nodding. “Two weeks ago, a lady came here, saying that this world was going to break? Something with it colliding with another verse.. I don’t really know, But our dear Miss wayne-” Damian suddenly stood up with his arms crossed over his chest, “Miss?” he sat down staring daggers at SuperWoman, bruce put a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head. “Yes.. miss? Can you not tell? This world is almost completely opposite of yours. Most of your Men.. are Women with few women being men.

She held out her hand, gesturing towards bruce. “Like you for example. In this Universe your name is … uhm.. how about she com-” interrupted once more, a slightly high pitched voice cutting through her, a dark corner of the room revealed Damian’s counterpart, emerging from the shadows, glaring at Damian. “Danielle. How can you forget? Aren’t you ..” she looked Claire up and down, “super?” she finished before she sat right across from Damian, the long table giving her and Damian some.. needed space. Jason grumbled, “The same damn person.” Claire raised her hand, “Can I finally speak without a pre pubescent child interrupting me?” her hands on her knees as she made a pouty face at both children, Danielle flicked her off earning a Smirk from Damian. “As I was saying.. you’re all female here. Uhm, Jason is just Jaclyn, but I call her lynn! She hates me sorta. Uhm Dick is still Rikkie, By the way, Spelled R-I-K-K-I-E. We just call her Rick Or kie, yknow dick wouldn’t really match but that’s what her siblings call her sometimes. Interesting choice the bunch. Tim is well, Tam, now that i’m thinking about it.. I wouldn’t..” she shook her head.

Jason chuckled as he kept repeating it to Tim, leaning over so he could see him, “Tam, holy fuck what a name.”. Tim didn’t think it was funny, but Danielle giggled. “Well How about I call our dear bat! Wouldn’t it be fresh to meet them?” Claire pulled out her phone, scrolling a bit before she ringed a number. “Speaker, Speaker!” Bailey Yelped as she sped over to Claire, Jordan got up as well as they crowded around each other. Danielle huffed, how was she the first here. “Hello?” A husky voice spoke from the other side, it gave Bruce a shiver, was that.. him? Bailey was the first to speak practically shaking. “Batsy! Come quick you’ll wanna see this! it’s like you but it’s a GUY! and it’s like all your little kids but they’re like guys too!” she had snatched claire’s phone screaming into the mic, She handed it to Jordan who giggled, “Your little devil spawn is here too. With her little boy version. Ugh.. I don’t know how you do it..” Claire took the phone, scoffing. “Sorry, Wayne it seems their.. excited for your reaction. Might be the first we get from you in a while. Just Bring your kids, No need for cass or duke.. Just the birdies. Oh no Steph either.” It was a moment of silence, the sound of a page flipping, “Alright. I’ll be there soon, Suits or..?”

Her voice was silky and Jason groaned in Disgust as he saw Jordan and Bailey jump up in down, Fangirling as if this wasn’t their coworker. “Suits or no suits, all we need is you and them.” the phone made a beep sound, signaling she had hung up. “As I was saying.. That witch, she said something bad was going to happen that involves me and she needed all the ‘Wayne blood that she could possibly get’ uhm whatever that means. But she didn’t say much before she teleported away, then yknow now we’re here.” Bruce narrowed his eyes through his mask, glancing at dick from the side who looked back at him in a questioning way. “Now we wait.” Claire sat in a chair next to Jordan, walking down the the long tables opposite side of bruce, Bailey scrambled next to her practically tripping over feet as she kept chanting “You think she’s gonna wear the suit? Oh god let her wear the suit! I might pass out she’s so hot.” she squat down, looking down as she shook her head. What the hell was up with her and this Batwoman being so Hot???

A few minutes went by and a knock on the door was heard. Jordan Stood up and opened the door, groaning when she saw Jasons Counterpart, “Oh you can’t be fucking serious.” Danielle said as she turned around, “Even Pam is better than you.” she held up the middle finger once more mouthing a ‘fuck you’ Jay slid through the door, mumbling something about children and puberty and disrespect. She didn’t even notice the 3 Boys staring at her, jaws to the floor.

Her streak of white hair covered almost the first part of her hair, a good chunk on the left, the right side being significantly shorter. She wore Her Red hood suit, Gun in her right hand as she slid it into her holster. her sleeves were rolled up similar to jason’s as she held up her middle finger back at danielle. “Man fuck you kid. I promise Once you get past the age of 8 physically… oooh.. don’t let me… don’t let me near you..” she growled , eye twitching as Danielle stuck out her tounge.

That’s when she noticed the Boys staring at her. More so the Boy that Looked identical to her. “Holy Shit. Is that me? like gender swapped?” She lifted a brow, and pointed her finger at him before she looked at Danielle who nodded, “Unfortunately, it’s as ugly as you.” Jay Balled her hand into a fist as she pounced, screaming at Danielle as someone held her back. “AHH! *** YOU ********* KISS MY **** WAIT TILL I **** JUST **KIN WAIT.?!!?!” she said as she clawed at her. Danielle held her hand up to her mouth, gasping. “How rude.” she said as her face changed into a smirk. “Look, Pam meat is here to help you!” Danielle said as Tam struggled to hold Jay back,

“She’s just a kid! Weren’t you like that!!” she huffed, clearly out of breath.. Her boots slid against the floor as Jay kept fighting her. She wore basically the same as tim, Instead of long pants, it stopped at shorts, Her cape was smaller and she didn’t have her mask on. Jay stopped pointing as she chuckled. “Just wait kid.” Tam sat her down , putting a space between the two of them. “Is your name really Tam?” Tim grimaced as he stared at her. Literally him, just had longer hair. She scanned every last inch of his face with a small smile. “No. It’s actually Tammy, Every calls me Me’Me.” she was clearly shy, Before she realized what she said moving her hands frantically as she shrugged; “W-well you know Tam too cuz that’s short for y-yknow tammy but we all knew that right??” Jay planted a hand on her shoulder and laughed, “Chill, not that deep bro.” she sighed, placing her head in her hands.

Claire Coughed, gaining their attention. “Where’s Your mother, and her little acrobat?” She kept glancing into the dark corners which didn’t go unnoticed by bruce. “They were right behind me.” Tams voice was muffled by her hands which made her sulk even more. “So.. surely they’re in here right?” Jordan said. still standing by the door, speak of the devil, Someone knocked at the door as voices could be heard. Something like ‘get your nose out of the book! this is a meeting’ and a grumble. Jordan opened the door, A suited Female version Of dick walked in, and dick smiled. So he’s hot in every universe?

She walked in her hands making a ‘follow me’ motion in which a black boot stepped through the door, The mood switched in seconds, Bruce’s stare never wavering. A woman walked in, Her hair In curls with an eye having a cut over it, that same eye was white as she held a brown book in her hands, her mask was held in her hand as she shook Jordan’s hand. Which made jordan Turn to bailey and silently jump and smile. Rik Stood behind Her mother, placing her hands on her shoulders, popping up with a ‘tadaa!’.

She smiled patting Waynes shoulder, whispering something in her ear. “And Dick has arrived. Ironic name for someone wit-” wayne interrupted her, putting her hand up to Danielle, that shut her up quick and Jay snorted. Jordan went to sit down, before noticing her green lantern suit disappearing. “Are you serious Bree?” She looked over to Wayne, who had her ring flipping between her fingers. “Focus.” flicking the ring back towards Jordan as she shook her head. What an Entrance, shutting up her daughter with one small movement, along with stealing the ring with a small movement. Obviously she had noticed her male counterpart, but paid no attention, clearly not caring. She wasn’t… never mind. Rik took off her mask and waved at Jay giving her kisses back to back, ‘i 💚 you she mouthed to jay who visibly cringed. Making the heart shape and everything. Ugh..

Claire explained everything , being met with Jay almost leaving three times due to “Oh fuck no” and “Multiverse Bullshit, Get me out..” but Rikkie brought her back, soothing her in her own strange way. Everyone stared at Bree waiting for her response. Her bottom face was covered by the book she had her nose in and she peeked up when Bruce spoke, he had taken off his mask and he questioned her back story. “Mind if I ask you, what’s.. how.. did it happen?” the room became thick as Bruce stared right through her soul. Bree sighed, placing down her bruce. Her skin was A tone of brown, which explained why Danielle’s skin was significantly darker than Damian’s. She thought of how to start.

“Well. I’m not from Gotham. I was raised somewhere In Georgia, but my mom died in…” she paused, face scrunching up. “She died in a shooting. Common in the area I was living in, my father took me in, before he told me he wasn’t good for me. He wasn’t able to take care of me and sent me to an orphanage. Luckily That’s when.. I guess Mom came. They had a vactation in Georgia and they went to orphanages. Luckily They found me and took me in. I got a plane back to gotham and for some reason.. My father was mad at that.. I’ll never know why.” bruce interrupted her, “Perhaps Jealousy? Better life.” bree nodded in agreement. “Perhaps.”

“He killed them, Cold blood, In public, Everyone saw, anyone who tried to help he held them at gunpoint. Someone had accidentally shot me trying to shoot him. You know how traumatic kids memory goes, you either remember every last detail or your brain completely wipes it from your memory. I had the latter. Everything is a blur and I only remember little parts. I don’t know who or what saved me.” Bree fiddled with her thumbs, making direct eye contact with Bruce. Dicks eyes softened. She was definitely more open. Rikkie pulled out her phone, typing something before leaning over and handing it to Tam, who glanced at it, then handing it to Jay, who’s head snapped over to Rikkie ‘No.’ she mouthed and shook her head. Rikkie nodded, making her best puppy dog eyes before Jay rolled her eyes and nodded.

A few hours later, Jay and Rikkie were running around, well more like Rikkie chasing Jay, pleading for her to go see a movie together. “We haven’t done anything since we were kids!” “No.” “Please!!” “No.” “PLEASSE.” rikkie was on her knees grabbing at her sisters knees basically ripping her pants, Jay Cringedd kicking her legs violently as to get her off. “Damn! Okay fine! Just get the hell off of me??!” with one final wiggle of her leg, Rikkie sprang off, Easily doing some sort of backflip onto her feet. She cheered tears instantly drying on her face. Jason watched and laughed at Jay before Dick said the four of them should all go. “NO!” both jay and Jason said, Instantly turning to look at dick who put his hands up defensively.

Bree sighed as she made MeMe a cup of coffee, sliding it over to her. She thanked her mother before she held out her hand. Bree took it, using her other hand to read her book. “Something the matter, My Dove?” Almost everyone Turned to look at them, besides Danielle who was kneading some sort of bread with Damian.

MeMe felt her face heat up at the sudden onlookers. She walked around the table, never letting go of her mother’s hand, coffee forgotten on the other side. “I need to talk to you.” Bree made a symbol with her hand and MeMe nodded, feeling her eyes gloss over. Bree sat her book down and let her daughter guide her. “Dove?” Bruce, Jason, and Tim asked, looking at an unbothered Danielle. “Are you Guys idiots? Robin- the bird, Dove- a bird..? Obviously makes sense.” “What does she call you ducky too?” Damian quipped which led to a ball of flour being thrown into his face, he coughed as Jay snickered.

“No you imbecile. Ugh, Disgusting. Anyways- Put a tea spoon of vanilla extract.” Damian followed directions, clearly annoyed. In the other room, Brees gaze on MeMe was gentle. MeMe felt herself struggle to breathe, not wanting to be outcasted of any sort once she said something. “Mo-m” she choked out. She was already crying. She knew it was coming. “I-i-i think I like girls.” It was silent. She looked up to see her moms face sad, but also gentle, her one brown eye seeming more full of disappointment than hatred. She flinched before feeling her mother’s hand on her cheek, wiping the tears off her face.

“What’s wrong with that?” “Are you not upset? l-like the possibility of not having children or something religious?” Bree hummed, admiring her daughter’s beauty. “No.” her response was flat, “Never really wanted grandchildren, Just need you guys. And I’ve never really been religious. Speaking of being gay.. your sister Rik, used to have a crush on KF. They kissed once on her 14th birthday. I saw but never told her.” MeMe laughed, before her eyes opened and she Stood up. “Wait- Seriously? Oh. My. God. I’m totally using that.” MeMe said as she kissed her mom’s forehead, jumping over the couch and heading back into the kitchen. Bree chuckled as she heard a booming laugh from jason, along with a “NO? NO? HOW DOYOU- NEVER I NEVER DID THAT! WH- IT WAS A ONE TIME THING!” she heard a mention of birdflash before she entered the room.

Sliding towards her book, she attempted at leaving but her eldest knew her too well. “MOM?” she turned around, trying to hide her laugh. She slowly backed up the stairs “what? i saw you guys, i thought it was cute, explore while your young, your still friends right?” bree kept going rik flailed her arms around, “Sh-sh-Sh!! I was 14! Why would you tell the biggest mouth her 12 years later! My reputation is ruined! I’m gonna get called ‘birdflash’ by this booming- this booming lesbian now!” she stomped her foot as her mom shrugged. Jay was laughing and pointing at her, as she fell onto the floor. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Fucking BirdFlash! Golden! That’s fucking hilarious.”

“It’s not funny LYNN” “It so is funny DICK.” Jay stood up, still laughing slightly as she kept reapeating it, “Why would you kiss speed kid? out of all people!” Jay couldn’t help but start laughing again clutching onto a wall for support. Riks face was red and she couldn’t help but groan; “14! I was a kid Guys! Haven’t you ever done something stupid as a kid! Well not saying i regret it but- UGH you know what I mean.” Danielle chuckled as her and Damian finished backing whatever cake pops they were doing. “I’ve never regretted anything.” dani spoke as she popped a few cake pops into some cream, coating them in sprinkles shortly after. Rik rolled her eyes, “Need I remind you of the Tim you wanted to Challenge me to a fight because your so clearly stronger? Who wasn’t able to patrol for two weeks?” Rik asked looking around. Danielle growled, “You got lucky Dick”

[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 19

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: violence, suggestions of dismembering a body, smut, penetration, oral (both receiving), marked the smut with *** in case you want to skip

Summary: Joker is out of Arkham and Jason needs to kill him to free himself from the torment knowing his killer is alive brings

Notes: changed my mind about the fancast, I'm keeping Lewis in my posts, not worried about the anon hate I'm getting, figured out how to find/block them so like Jason I am free of my tormenters!

You noticed Jason starting to change as summer turned into fall. He wasn’t distant with you, but with the others he pulled away. He would mostly hide away in his room or in the tech lab in the cave, but only when Tim wasn’t in there. Or he would make excuses to be out, taking you on dates, going on extra patrols, doing rounds in North Gotham. Bruce kept asking you what was going on but, in all honesty, you weren’t entirely sure what was going on in Jason’s mind. As much as you tried to get him to open up fully, he still kept his cards close to his chest. You were trying to give him space, but you were getting to the end of your rope at this point. You needed him to open up just a little to stop you from worrying so much about him.

“Jason please, where are you going tonight?” you asked as you followed him around the cave as he suited up. He shrugged and you glared. “Are you going to tell the others?”

“Nope,” he said, emphasizing the p. You took a breath and he looked at you, then down again as he made sure his guns were loaded.

“I won’t tell them if you don’t want me to but just tell me, please, I’m so worried when you go out like this,” you said.

“Like what?” he asked, trying to sound casual. He had dark circles under his eyes and was gripping the table in front of him enough to whiten his knuckles.

“Like you’re about to explode,” you said, going over and setting a hand on his arm. You were gentle, wanting him to know that you were there for him. It was a bit of a cycle with him, doubt, insecurity first, then he would have days where he knew his worth, that you were there and he could confide in you, but then something in his mind darkened and he would go back to the doubts and insecurity again for weeks. Dr. Thompkins told you to be patient, he was getting better at opening up, and you knew that, but it was still frustrating sometimes.

“Maybe I will and then you can be rid of my annoying ass,” he said. You grabbed his arm tighter then, pushing his face to look at you.

“Don’t say that, ever,” you said. He looked at you and you saw the guilt flash across his face. “Please, you don’t have to tell me details just, generally, what are you up to tonight?” He looked at you for a minute before, turning and leaning against the table. He put his hands to your hips, pulling you close to him, leaning his forehead to yours. You smiled like you always did when he was affectionate with you.

“I’m sorry, I’m heading out to Amusement Mile,” he said. You looked at him, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth. He leaned in and kissed you, taking your lip and licking it gently.

“Don’t worry, I have a lead on Joker and well, I know Bruce won’t do it but I’m going to kill him. May not make everything in brain work the right way but I think it’ll make it easier to forget,” he said. Ever since Joker had escaped Arkham again Jason had been having worse nightmares. You were moved into his room with him by now and every night he would wake you, sometimes wailing in his sleep, sometimes when he had already woken up and just needed to feel your touch. You never denied him, holding him close until he fell asleep again.

“Ok, be careful, I love you,” you said softly. He smiled at you. It was weak, but it was there, and you felt some comfort from it. “I won’t tell the others, but keep your tracking beacon on just in case? I’m monitoring tonight so Alfred can have a break.”

“I promise, I won’t disappear on you,” he said. He kissed you again, holding it for longer this time. “Love you sweetness.” He grabbed his guns and headed out.

Jason prowled the old amusement park, hoping his contact had been right about Joker holing up there trying to gather followers from the houseless population that was squatting on the land. He perched himself at the top of the roller coaster, looking over the rest of the rides surrounding him. He couldn’t tell if the fact that Joker would hide out in the funhouse of the theme park was too on the nose or exactly what he would do. Then he saw a group coming out of the funhouse dressed like clowns, running from a small mob carrying various weapons. Joker walked out casually, following the chase at a slower pace.

“Get them! Have some fun!” he yelled after them, laughing. Jason’s entire body spasmed and he almost fell from the coaster. That laugh, that face, it was in every nightmare he had, it was the soundtrack to every horrible thought he’d ever had. He needed to end this. He desperately wanted to just sniper Joker right now, one through the head from a distance, but he needed to watch him die, make sure he was completely gone.

He snuck down the coaster, following Joker as he followed the hunting party. It was obvious that Joker knew he was there at some point. He stopped, turned and Jason came face to face with him. Joker cocked his head to side before smiling wide.

“What a look! O I love the nostalgia!” he said, almost giddy. “My look was more magician, but I love how you modernized it, just wonderful. Want my autograph?” Jason leveled his gun to him.

“Nah, just your blood,” he said. Joker’s eyes widened in glee, and he giggled again. He held up his hands, mocking Jason clearly but surprisingly Jason wasn’t fazed. Things were falling into place.

“OOO blood lust? My favorite kind!” he said. “Where do you want me? Right here is a little exposed, maybe we go back to my place?”

Jason walked over slowly, expecting it when Joker pulled the blade and slashed at him. He dodged, turning and hitting Joker in the face with his gun. The madman stumbled but recovered, slashing again at Jason, almost catching his chest. Jason hit him again, this time in the shoulder, dislocating it. Joker looked at his arm and switched his blade to the other hand. Jason sighed, just tired of this guy jumping around, messing with his mind, he shot him in the knee. Joker let out a pained scream and Jason couldn’t help the smile that came to his face. Good, let this fucker feel all the pain he could take. The blade fell from Joker’s hand as he clutched his leg. Jason walked over, slamming the butt of his gun into Joker’s head, knocking him out. He grabbed him, starting to drag him to where he had something set up, some fun of his own to have with this monster.

Bruce was back from patrol, seeing you still sitting at the Batcomputer, watching the screen. Jason had been at the amusement park for hours and you hoped it wasn’t because he was hurt. He hadn’t hit the panic button, you still could see the dot, red against the multi-colored satellite view of the city. He waited for you to notice him, but you were too focused.

“Is that Jason?” he asked finally. You jumped, turning to look at him. “What is he doing in…” He froze.

“Let him be Bruce, he needs to finish this,” you said. Bruce put the cowl back on, turning to go back to the Batmobile. You jumped up, running and grabbing his arm. “Stop!”

“I can’t let him do this, fall deeper into this empty well of death he seems so desperate to drown in,” Bruce said. You still pulled despite him just dragging you with him. “I’m going, you can get in if you want but I’m going, the least I can do is make sure he is safe.” You knew he wasn’t going to relent so you climbed in the car with him.

“This will be the end of the killing you know,” you said softly. Bruce glanced at you as he drove.

“You don’t know that,” he said. You sighed. “Once you start…”

“He’s already killed Bruce, you know that, but has he ever killed someone who didn’t deserve it? Drug dealers trying to get kids hooked on crack? Dead, no great loss, he made the rules, they could sell but not to kids, seems fine to me. Poison Ivy had literally killed almost forty people in the Iceberg Lounge, once again, she shouldn’t get away with that. Joker has graveyards dedicated to just his victims, I’m pretty sure the world can turn better without him in it,” you ranted. “Just because you are one death away from becoming a heartless serial killer doesn’t mean he is.”

Bruce stopped the car in front of the amusement park and turned to you. You saw something in his face you hadn’t seen before, shame. Guilt, failure, remorse, not open shame.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe the problem has always been me,” he said. You rolled your eyes, plenty over this sad guy routine that Bruce and Jason seemed to trade off with each other. They could be the same person if not for their taste in costumes.

“Let’s just go find him, and yes you were a problem, but you’re getting better so stop being so mopey,” you said, getting out of the car. Bruce followed you, turning back into his Batman persona. You grabbed your own gun that Jason insisted you carry everywhere, and you walked into the park. You had never thought you would be walking into the lair of the Joker with Batman by your side, what in the hell had become of your life?

“He was in the tunnel of love right?” Bruce asked. You nodded, wondering once again if Jason and Batman were the same with their flare for dramatics. You both entered and looked around for awhile before turning a corner on the dry track and finding Jason sitting on the edge of the track, legs dangling over the side. He was covered in blood just staring.

“Red Hood?” you asked softly as Bruce jumped out of the track and onto the landing. You didn’t care what was up there, you just wanted to make sure Jason was alright. He looked at you. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” he said. He sat quiet again as Bruce came back down into the track.

“Joker is dead,” he said. You could tell that you were right not to go up and see, Bruce looked a bit green. “You should go, I’ll call Gordon and make sure no one takes the…body.” You reached up and took Jason’s hand, gently pulling him with you. He walked out easy, seeming to be in a daze.

“Are you alright?” you asked as you got to his bike with him. He gave you the extra helmet he always had for you, and you put it on, climbing behind him. He turned back to look at you.

“Its quiet, my mind is quiet,” he said before taking off back to the manor.

Jason heard nothing. The silence was bliss. He knew that Bruce would never look at him the same after seeing how he had dismantled Joker, but he didn’t care. He could live with it, as long as he had this silence. He never needed to hear that laugh ever again, that monster couldn’t hurt him ever again. He had thought he would feel more remorse, maybe feel a twinge of guilt like he did whenever he had taken anyone else’s life, but no, this one just felt good. Felt right. He stood under the hot water of his shower, getting all the sweat and blood that had seeped through his uniform off his skin, wash away that maniac forever. He felt free. He climbed out of the shower, threw on some sleep shorts and headed into the bedroom. YN was sitting on the bed in her pajamas, and he stared at her, hoping he didn’t see fear in her eyes like he saw in Bruce’s.

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“Feel better?” she asked, meeting his eyes. She looked at him like he was the most gorgeous person to ever exist. He let out a relieved breath, she still loved him. He nodded and she stood, walking over to him and hugging him tight. He held her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. He didn’t lose her; she was still here. His lips kissed at her neck, hands gripping her hips tight. He was overcome with need to feel her close, know that she still trusted him completely. She made a soft noise as she turned her head to catch his lips, kissing him deeply, fingers tugging at his hair a little. He moved her back to the bed, unsure why he hadn’t thought to take this step with YN before. She fell to sit back and looked up at him, those eyes making him weak in the knees. He leaned in, kissing her again as he pulled her shirt over her head, kissing down her neck as he moved to his knees. He spent time kissing over her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, rolling and gently biting it to drawn out a sinful moan from her mouth before moving to do the same to the other before sliding to kiss further down, pulling her shorts and underwear off as he went. He felt her fingers tangle into his hair as he kissed her thighs. She tugged his hair and he groaned, kissing closer to her core. When he first licked his tongue over her center, he heard her make the most amazing noise ever and he dove in, making sure she kept moaning and whispering his name like she was having trouble breathing. He looked up at her and saw her watching him, mouth hanging open a little, eyes glazed in pleasure, and he was finally rewarded when her head fell back and she cried out, him tasting her completely as she reached her peak. She panted as she came down from her high, sitting up to stare at him.

“You look so good,” he whispered standing again. She moved forward pulling off his own shorts and slid her mouth over his stiff member, tongue sliding up the underside as she bobbed her head. Jason stared down at her, mesmerized by the way she was moving, her eyes looking up at him. They looked so innocent and he nearly lost in at the sight. A noise tore from his throat, a groan he didn’t know if he’d ever made before and she pulled off him, pushing herself back on the bed.

“Come here Jason,” she said, reaching for him. He crawled over, settling over her, feeling her legs open for him as he himself gently against her core. She moaned softly as he entered her, staying still for a moment, relishing in how she felt around him, how her arms gripped his back, nails digging into the skin in a way that felt amazing. He kissed her again, but this kiss wasn’t so needy, this was love, this was a feeling he didn’t think existed, the feeling of pure happiness that he had never felt before.

“You’re perfect for me,” he said softly. YN smiled up at him and pulled him to kiss her again. “I love you.” Another kiss. Finally he moved, pulling almost all the way before pushing back in. He didn’t move fast, setting a pace where he buried himself deep inside her and she squirmed a little, helping him find exactly where she wanted him to strike. The pace quickened as they both started to chase their high. She was already so sensitive from his earlier ministrations that he could see her getting closer much faster than him. He smiled, loving that he made her feel this good, loving that the only word she seemed to know as his hips pushed to meet hers, was his name. She arched to him, nails scratching down his back as she cried out her climax. It was enough to quicken his, a few more thrusts and he reached his own peak, saying her name as he held himself inside her for a few moments. She hugged him close and kissed him again.

“I love you,” she whispered as he settled next to her, letting her go. “I’m going to shower, why don’t you get some sleep?” Jason nodded but didn’t fall asleep until she was back in his arms again, feeling light and free for the first time. He had no nightmares that night.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

DISOWNED!VERSE YOU SAY 👀

Dick waited until you were upstairs, listening intently to the sounds of kids and dogs being settled down for the night again. Taking a second to glance around.

A small bench with shoes around it. Coats and jackets on a coat rack. Helmets and knee pads in a basket next to the bench. It wasn't a pricy house. And it was old. But clean. And well-maintained. Some dog smell. Some kid smell. But it wasn't unpleasant. Just lived in. Homey.

Jason jerked his head toward the kitchen when he heard you open a door, telling Moxie to stay with Lee and tucking them both in. Making sure that he was still asleep. And he smiled a little- That boy could sleep through an earthquake. Unless breakfast was involved. As soon as Bacon hit a skillet he was downstairs and hell on wheels. The one he was worried about was Kylie. But hopefully, if you put Pepper in with her that little demon dog would put her back to sleep.

In the kitchen he took the keys to the shed from their hiding spot taped to the bottom of a drawer and exhaled slowly. He didn't WANT to look back. But if Dick was here, he'd asked everyone else. Because they always asked everyone else first.

"How old are the kids? I mean you've only been gone for-"

"They're her niece and nephew," Jason explained, shouldering the backdoor open. "She adopted them."

"Are you gonna-"

"How long has Bruce been gone this time?" Jason asked, deflecting. No prying. Jason was disowned and no one had reached out since- save for Alfred. And even then, Jason had been reluctant to share much. Not wanting to give Bruce anything to exploit.

"A few weeks," Dick answered following.

"And did anyone think to call any of the people he's fucking?"

"Talia hung up on us and Selina left me on read."

"What about-"

"Either off-world or not dealing with men right now."

"Good to know he's still a whore."

"He's old not dead," Dick snorted.

Jason lead Dick across the grass and unlocked the shed, exhaling internally. This was the compromise. He could keep this in the shed under lock and key. Away from the kids. And he understood. They'd been through enough. And now- well. Thinking about having a toddler running around it made even more sense. You had a point. You always had a point.

He flipped the lights on and Dick whistled, "Now this is the Unabomber setup I expected"

""I got wifi. I got electricity. I got guns. As long as Babs can let me into the mainframe I can know everything you all know." Jason ignored the dig. Or tried to. Arguing with Dick wouldn't get him out of here. And he wanted him to go. The sooner the better. Because he wanted to go Boris out of his spot and go to bed. Not because he was tired, not really. But because none of this felt real. And he wanted to Bury his face in the back of your neck and hold you until it felt normal.