#but also the call of jaysteph

[ladytauria]

The prompt list. Listen. I think Jason deserves a kiss to the thigh. Whoever you want to give it to him

nonny you are SO right

i went with jaytim bc i'm predictable like that~

Tim challenges anyone to find a more comfortable pillow than one of Jason's thighs. (Well---alright. They actually come in at a close second to his chest, while his stomach sits at a narrow third. But---still.) There's nothing like reclining on the couch, his head pillowed on Jason's lap while the TV plays in the background.

Tonight, Tim's foregone his laptop. For once in his life, he's had enough of numbers. He just wants to relax with his boyfriend.

Jason's hand drops into his hair, stroking idly through the strands. Tim's eyelids droop. He raises his hand, wrapping it around Jason's knee; thumb pressed to the back of it. Jason's leg shifts to accommodate him.

He smiles, humming softly. He turns his face, pressing a kiss to Jason's thigh. Jason's fingers pause in his hair for a moment, and then continue; the gentle scratch of nails against his scalp making Tim wish he could purr, pushing into his hands.

Jason laughs; a soft huff of air that turns Tim's insides soft and fuzzy. "Overgrown kitten," he murmurs.

Tim's mouth twitches. "Meow~"

Jason snorts, flicking his ear. "Hush, I'm watching a movie."

Tim nips him through his sweats, earning a light tug to his hair. He heaves a put-on sigh, drawing his blanket higher up his shoulder.

Then he settles, letting the low murmur of the television and Jason's fingers in his hair lull him to sleep.

[ sultry prompts list ]

[demonandangeltwins]

Steph: why does Babs call you baby girl?

Dick: why do you call Jason baby girl?

Tim: let’s never talk again.

[mollyannice]

Why are people tagging jaysteph (or dickbarbara) fics as batcest/ incest ship when they aren’t siblings or actually related? Tim and Stephanie used to date, they weren’t canonically siblings back then or ever. The same goes for Jason and Stephanie, they have also canonically called each other friends, not siblings. You can also have people in your family circle that are friends.

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

Aaaaaajjjjjjj not this "sibling dynamic" Bullshit again! 🙄🤦‍♀️

Listen up please and I'm talking specifically about the Batman universe in the webtoon Family Wayne adventures:

If you are a timstepher is fine, if you are a Stephcasser is also fine but as Jaystepher I'm done with both shippers trying to label as siblings Jason and Steph based on their banter in FWA 🙄🙄🙄, what they are doing is called being BESTIES and I have to call out the hypocrisy because Steph dynamic with Tim isn't that much different than what she has with Jason the literal difference is the Jason and Tim's different personalities but regardless she is exactly the same menace she is with both and if you label Jason as her brother because of that then you'll have to think of Tim as his brother too 🤨🤨 and for Cass... they don't have that much banter I'll say Steph behaves better with her 😆 (I'm still talking about FWA universe) anyway the only sibling dynamic she has is with DAMIAN and we all know that is because the age difference otherwise we'll have more shippers (and still those shippers actually exist and wrote fanfics about it, siblinghood won't stop anyone)

The day Jason or any character call them siblings my life will be ruined but I'll still ask for an universe where they can be together... There's a webtoon Jason is with Artemis and in DCeased he married Rose Wilson why is too much to ask for an universe where Jaysteph becomes true and nobody calls them siblings 😫😫😫?

[nokomiss]

For a prompt: How about JaySteph, established relationship, hijacking a boat (you can pick what kind) for a mission.

@hollie47 I hope you enjoy!

“I feel like that’s the wrong thing to do,” Steph said. “Like. Morally. I get your bigger-picture talk but. Come on.”

“It’s just temporary,” Jason argued. “We’ll bring it right back.”

Steph gave him a look. “When have we ever returned anything we requisitioned in its original form?”

“I mean.” Jason said, thinking. “Once I brought the Batmobile back with a full tank of gas.”

“And missing a fender,” Steph said. “I remember that clearly, because it got brought up the next time I asked to borrow the Batmobile.”

Jason sighed. “I just really don’t want to swim, y’know? Do you know how heavy this outfit is?”

“Mine’s not exactly a bikini either,” Steph said.  The river flowed sluggishly, and it would be doable to swim, but Jason brought up a good point there. She also knew from his previous bitching that not all of his supplies were waterproofed, and she felt like that was a bigger factor. Just not one he wanted to say out loud in public, for fear of rogues with water guns. 

Water balloons? She tried to remember if she’d ever come up against someone throwing evil water balloons and drew a blank.

She turned her attention back to the boat. Well, canoe. It belonged to the troop of Girl Scouts snoozing in their tents in a nearby clearing; they had taken care to avoid the group. The den mothers were still awake, sitting around the fire chatting quietly, and here were Steph and Jason, contemplating stealing what was clearly their transport back to civilization.  

“We have to bring it back,” she said firmly. Taking down a human trafficker was important, but stranding a group of Girl Scouts in the forest was decidedly not great. “Like. In working condition.”

“It’s a canoe, how hard will that be?” Jason asked. He shot her a grin that made Steph a little weak in the knees, not that she would ever tell him that, because only an idiot would hand Jason Todd a weapon like that.

She climbed in, and after a few moments of fumbling they figured out the whole paddling rhythm, and soon they were on the other shore and chasing down the bad guy.

Which went fine!

Steph was pretty proud of the fact that they got both the trafficker and his contact, and they rescued four teenagers, and all of that was very, very good.

Unfortunately, though. Unfortunately…  The vigilante curse had struck again.

She and Jason stood on the bank of the river after having arranged for the pickup of their captures, had handed over the evidence, and had done a by-the-books job! Except for one minor detail.

“When the hell did it even catch on fire?” Jason despaired, looking at the canoe. “It’s in water.”

It was still smoking, the flames having been doused as soon as they’d gotten there.  Ironically enough, Steph and Jason were now soaked through, having been forced to dive into the water to splash river water directly onto the flames.  

“Maybe it’s not as bad as it looks?” Jason said doubtfully. “Let’s get the water out of it.”

They tipped it enough to get the water out, then settled the canoe back into the water.  Immediately water gurgled back into it from a gaping hole in the bottom. “Yeah, this guy’s toast. Burnt toast. We should go tell the Girl Scouts.”

“We’re not waking up a bunch of nine year olds to tell them we killed their canoe,” Jason said. “I refuse.”

“We can’t just leave them!” Steph argued. The canoe dipped deeper into the water. “We have to replace it.”

“Yeah, that’s fair,” Jason said.

A few calls to some slightly shady people Jason was familiar with later – neither willing to call Babs in, unwilling to face the level of mockery that she would send their way – and forty five minutes of sitting on the river bank contemplating what to do with the charred remains of the canoe later, a boat was delivered.

A pontoon boat. It was big enough to host a small party. 

“Thanks,” Jason said, staring at the boat. “That’s… exactly what I wanted. Good work.”

“You got it, boss,” said the guy who was absolutely not a goon because Jason didn’t employ those any more said, and merrily went about his way, oblivious to the concept of sarcasm.

“Good help is hard to find,” Steph said, patting him on the arm.

They left a “Sorry about your canoe :(“ banner pinned to the side of the pontoon, decided to leave give the canoe a burial at sea so the Girl Scouts wouldn’t be distressed at the sight of their canoe’s sad remains, and left it at that.

And they would have left it at that! 

But the next night Babs called them both in to check out a lead on something, and when they arrived at the Clocktower, they were greeted with multiple headlines displayed prominently on some of Oracle’s biggest screens, ranging from positive (Girls Scouts Receive Gift From Mysterious Benefactor!) to bland (Girl Scouts’ Missing Canoe Replaced With Pontoon) to derisive (Thief Destroys Girl Scout Property).

“Hi Babs, lookin’ good today!” Steph said, trying her best to ignore the headlines.

“Really, Steph? Flattery?” Babs said, raising an eyebrow.

Steph shrugged. It sometimes worked! Granted, not on Babs. She looked over at Jason, who was cleaning under his nails with a batarang. It was definitely her batarang, specifically her goop-a-rang. She wondered if she should tell him the danger he was in, then decided against it. He was putting a lot of effort into not looking Babs in the eye, after all. She didn’t want to ruin it.

“I can’t believe I have to say this, but guys, you can’t steal from Girl Scouts. Or any other children. Actually, let’s just keep stealing off the table altogether.” Babs looked like she was lecturing wayward children.  

Steph protested, “We were going to give it back!”

Babs raised an eyebrow.

Jason continued to not look anyone in the eye. 

“It was Jason’s idea!” Steph added. “Also, I’m not even sure how it caught on fire? But it was beyond repair. So we replaced it!”

“You could have replaced it with something that wasn’t wildly conspicuous and created headlines I’m having to monitor!” Babs said. Steph got the impression Babs was fighting the urge to stick out her tongue. 

Shift the blame time, then. “Again, Jason’s fault,” Steph said. “His goon needs training.”

Jason mouthed the word goon before saying defensively, “I don’t have goons!” 

“That guy was absolutely a goon.”

“He’s a buddy! He did the best he could!” Jason said, looking as though he couldn’t believe he was defending a goon to them.

Babs took her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Leave. Both of you, just…leave. And don’t do this again!”

“We won’t!” Steph promised, and grabbed Jason by the arm to drag him out the door. “Love ya! Bye!”

After all, what are the odds that anything about that scenario would happen again?

Two Months Later:

Steph stared down at the burning remains of the canoe. “Jason, did you do this on purpose?”

“You know I didn’t!” Jason hissed back. “It was Firefly!”

“Babs is going to kill us,” Steph said blankly. “We promised her.”

“So I hear that the Caribbean is nice this time of year,” Jason said. “A few hurricanes, but…”

“Pick an island, I’m there.”

[dg-outlaw]

Shuffle your favourite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favourite mutuals <3

Getting to this a bit late because some life stuff has happened recently.

From my JaySteph playlist: a random mix of songs that give vibes for either Jason Todd or Stephanie Brown, the both of them, the other Batfam members, or just inspire scenes or a mood for living life and/or fighting crime in Gotham.

All These Things That I've Done - The Killers Such a Jason coded song, especially at the end with the lyric, "I've got soul but I'm not a soldier" as I see it as Jason's fuck you to Bruce and the Robin plaque calling him a 'good soldier'.

Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival Just a fun song that I could see as a teaser for some big bad on the way at the end or beginning of a story. Also, I HC that Jason likes classic rock thanks to Alfred, Willis, or maybe even Roy.

Come Around - Rosi Golan Definitely one of those songs that queues up in the background of some CW-style romantic scene between Jason and Steph, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. P.S. via the YT comments this was on 'One Tree Hill' back in the day, so my CW vibe was correct.

Broken Bones - Kaleo Another Jason song that gives off a lone gunman vibe that I feel Jason has sometimes, especially after some shit has gone down and he's riding out of Gotham, alone again.

I'm So in Love with You - Jill Andrews (fet. Seth Avett) If you've read any of my JaySteph stuff (or have just seen anything from me), you've likely figured out that I'm a softy and I like a slow burn, so yeah... more love songs.

[darknesswillfall]

Fuck you Jaysteph haters on tiktok and why

So, I was peacefully scrolling tiktok a while ago and my page and I saw a video about ships etc, you know, normal stuff. I check the comments and people are going on how shipping Jason and Stephanie is bad? Weird? Considered batcest of all things?

And I was fucking baffled. Taken to ancestral tree, slapped by my great-great-great-great-grandmother and came back.

Because what the fuck?

I don't ship them per say, because #Jayroy is one of my favourite ships of this fandom, but you know, different tastes and all. If I see a good Jaysteph fic I'll read it, because it's fun and interesting and usually well written. And that's fine.

But when I saw some of those takes - mind you a couple of weeks ago - they just forced itself into my memory. So I'm gonna go one by one and tell you why the fuck this is wrong. I wish I could find the original tiktok, because god I wanna say this to the face of those people.

I saw a comment that Jason is way too old for Steph. And ym, no?

There is 3/4 years difference, depending when and which canon you're going for. It doesn't help that Jason was dead for more than 6 months, but hey, lets settle on 4. I know we don't like to talk about ages in Batfam and how nobody is really ever questioned here, but if Jason is 26ish that would put Steph at 22ish. In the worst case scenario.

Really they're more of a 2 year age gap , since most people put Tim at Jason at 3 years and Steph is 1 year older than Tim.

Another thing - one of the most popular ships for Steph is her and Cassandra Cain, who is THE SAME FUCKING AGE as Jason. Or even older in some runs. If you don't have problem with StephCass , but do have one with JaySteph and say it's because of age difference I would check if you're not infantalizing WlW relationship or Cass, for whatever reason.

The other one said "but they're like siblings"

Fuck you too, random internet commenter on tiktok.

You have 2 options here.

Either 1. Treat StephCass also as Batcest, move on with your life and shut up.

OR

You acknowledge that Steph was never adopted by Bruce, she is not his daugther and other people seeing her more like a big sister is not an indicator that she is their sister. Tim sees Barbara as his older sister, but does that mean that Dickbabs is inherently incestual? No.

They are not siblings, therefore it is not incest.

I get that you can just don't like the ship. That's okay. Go see the content for the ship you like.

But going on and on how a ship is bad for moral reasons and being wrong at that?

I'll buy you a one way ticket to hell and personally call Satan to tell him that you're being a little bitch on the internet.

That's actually my main two points. Anyway, I need to go to work and be a productive human being who doesn't hate on totally normal ships on tiktok.

And remember friends and my sworn enemies - you are responsible for your online experience. Don't like, don't read - amen.

[abyssal-ali]

Bomb Threat: A Declaration of Love?

Pairing: Jason Todd x Stephanie Brown

| Rating: T | Ao3 | Masterlist | WC: 650 | CW: Kissing |

A/N: Inspired by a meme shared in the JaySteph Server (18+): '“I’m not sending flowers to your job; that’s basic. I’m going to send a bomb threat so you can have the day off. Love you boo.” -Jason'

Steph sighed for the fifth time in as many minutes. Her job was extremely slow today, moreso than was normal for a Claire’s in Gotham. Emo kids were always coming in for a new piercing.

The paperwork was done, the windows were shined bright enough to reflect the few weak rays of sunlight that made it past Gotham’s smog cover into passerbys’ eyes, the top shelves were dusted, even the coffee maker in the staff room had been deep-cleaned. 

Cleaning spree over, Steph propped her chin on the handle of the broom she’d been sweeping the floors with. Everything was polished to a fault and now there was nothing else to do. She should’ve swept slower, spent an hour sweeping up the final line of debris into the dustpan or something. Wandering over to a tower of costume jewelry, Steph straightened the few cardboard folders holding cheap chains and glittery charms until everything was balanced neatly.

Jason had apparently read her message bemoaning her boredom, but he hadn’t responded. For all she knew, her boyfriend hadn’t even seen the message, simply having their chat open and conveying the signal that it had been read.

The phone on the wall rang and Steph leapt behind the counter, snatching the phone off the hook. “Claire’s in Kane Mall, Steph speaking.”

“Steph, hey, it’s Matt.”

Why was her manager calling her on his day off? “Hey, Matt, ‘sup?”

“I’ve just received word that there has been a bomb threat made against your store by a Rogue. I need you to follow the protocol for active Rogue threats in your area. Is anyone else around, do you see anyone suspicious I can relay to the authorities?”

“I’ve been practically dead all morning, Matt. There’s no one around outta the usual. I’ll be fine, thanks for letting me know about the threat.” Steph hung up and turned with a smug grin. Finally, her day was looking up.

The Kane Claire’s protocol for Rogue threats included taking the rest of the shift off. Steph could now go home to her boyfriend and cuddle him and get fed delicious meatballs and rigatoni with homemade sauce made with love by said boyfriend, and they could do face masks and watch Legally Blonde and make out and enjoy the time off together, which was rare with their respective jobs and night jobs.

Her spideyBat-senses weren’t tingling in the slightest, so she went about her usual closing routine, even though it was four hours early. 

Skipping into the apartment, Steph tossed her keys into the bowl and called out for her boyfriend. The delicious aroma of vegetable broth simmering and onions and garlic sauteeing greeted her in lieu of Jason.

She found him in the kitchen, quietly singing along to the radio as he stirred a pot.

“Hey, Jay.”

“Hey, sweetheart. How was work?”

Steph leaned against the kitchen door frame. “Short. You seem a little unsurprised that I’m home halfway through my shift.”

Jason shrugged, coming to greet her with a kiss and a spoonful of broth for her to taste-test. 

“You wouldn’t have anything to do with the bomb threat my manager called me with a warning about, would you?”

“I have a lot of C4 in storage right now, I gotta find something to do with it before it expires. Whatcha think?”

She smacked her lips, considering. “Good, but I think you could maybe add a bit more garlic?”

He rolled his eyes fondly, smacking her butt as he turned back to the stove. “Garlic fiend.”

“You know it! Also, C4 doesn’t expire. And a Claire’s, Jason, really? That’s so lame for the Red Hood.”

“Not lame if I get to spend time with my beautiful girlfriend.” He stirred in more sauteed garlic. 

“Sweet talker,” she scoffed gently, hopping up on the counter beside Jason. 

“Sweet kisser,” he returned, leaning in for another kiss. 

“Just for you.”

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

AND A TIMELOOP AU??? oh? I am. Intrigued.

apparently I have a LOT of Steph-centric WIPs right now bc this is yet another one! Steph gets caught in a time loop where the only constant is that Bruce/Batman dies. to break the loop she has to keep that from happening. BUT. she can't do it alone. and it might take her a liiiiittle too long to figure that out. long enough that by the time she starts going to the others, she's exhausted, and by the time she has any kind of real support within the 24-hour confines of her own personal hell, she's about at her breaking point. I once saw someone with a timeloop fic tag "Trope-Typical Suicide". yeah. and, predictably, I made it hints of Jaysteph. :)

It's 11:40 and B is going to die at 11:45 and the loop is going to reset at 11:47, and she's standing on a roof in the Narrows and wondering if there's anything left to try to change it. She's tried everything she can think of alone and even more with help but it's 10:41 and she wants it to be over. She just wants it to stop, wants to be anywhere but here, on a roof with the Red Hood because of all the geniuses in their team, the one person who's quickest to believe her claims about a timeloop is also the one other person who's died before.

Tim watches Doctor Who, sometimes, because he's a nerd and time travel, even the campy BBC kind, fascinates him. Stephanie thinks of stone statues and paradoxes and tops of buildings and- she doesn't think about what she's doing, stepping confidently, or as confidently as she can this exhausted, this desperate, this frustrated and tired and deprived of hope, to the edge of the roof. Normal, everyday chatter feeds through her comm.

"Hey Tim," she says abruptly, without activating her voice channel. Only Babs can hear her right now and she doesn't care. "Remember that episode of your stupid time travel show where the nurse jumps off a building to save everyone?" She feels, utterly and completely, like she's going insane.

"Spoiler," comes Hood's mechanized voice behind her. She ignores him and then feels bad about that but she's too worn down to care enough to change her mind. "Steph."

She steps one foot onto the raised lip of the roof and suddenly wonders if she even has the strength to lift herself all the way up, to push herself over the edge. She doesn't have to, though, because just as she steps into open air, something — someone — slams into her, strong arms coming around her and dragging her back into the middle of the roof.

"What the hell," growls Jason's voice from directly above her. He says something else, but she's not listening.

"Just let me go," she mumbles, even as she sags against him. "Please."

"No way, Sunshine," Jason replies, voice shaky even through the helmet. "It's gonna be okay. Just... stay with me, okay? Stay with me." His arms tighten around her and Steph leans into his solid form, rocking her carefully back and forth. "I've got you."

In one loop, not the last one but the one before that, Steph had climbed through the window of Jason's safehouse and explained the timeloop and he'd asked "Have you tried doing nothing?" And then made her sit down on his couch and eat something and sleep for awhile, because waking up in her bed every morning on the same morning doesn't count for real sleep, and when she'd woken it had been 11:44 and she'd held her breath, figuratively speaking, for two minutes before the phone call came. Tim, weak-voiced and in shock, calling Jason because their dad was dead. Steph had stared at her hands helplessly as Jason sat there in shock, then turned to her and asked, "How long do you have before it resets?" She'd told him, two minutes, and all he'd done was hold out his arms in an offer of comfort and then he'd just- held her, until she woke up again at the start of a new loop.

This is like that, and some small, not suicidal part of Steph's brain registers that even considering all the body armor, Jason is a really good hugger. "What time is it?" She manages, finally, after she counts out thirty seconds of silence through the comms and steady breathing from Jason.

He stops rocking her. "11:47," he says, and Steph stops breathing.

"Really?" She asks, barely daring to hope, but it's the first flicker she's felt in so long that she can't help it. It's in her nature.

"Yeah. I'm gonna let go of you a second, take the helmet off, 'kay?" Steph nods, misses the security of his hold on her for the few seconds it's gone. "Hey," Jason says, helmet and voice modulator gone. He says it like a greeting even though they've been together all day. It's a day, now, not a loop. It's a day.

"Hey," Steph whispers back.

[f-o-x-t-r-o-t]

Okay so I have been having absolutely filthy thoughts about JaySteph + Artemis or even just Artemis with Steph for the last several hours. They have ranged from Jason and Steph getting tied together and blindfolded by Artemis with a thick, double-ended dildo in their asses, getting methodically broken down by the amazon until they're both quivering, sobbing messes, going through the five stages of grief during sex from her technique.

To trans!Stephanie trying to subtly dom Artemis before Jason got back from his mission only for Jason to walk in on the amazon railing Steph like crazy, the blonde either screaming herself hoarse from getting her ass opened by the redhead's b i g fucking dick or drooling from between grit teeth as Artemis had a stupidly muscular arm wrapped around her throat as she fucked Steph from behind, with her free hand jacking Steph's dick off even though she'd been shooting nothing but blanks for so long.

To Artemis just straight up walking in on the two fucking, pulling up a chair, and going 'Keep going, don't mind me.' and just stares at them, womanspreading to assert dominance. Or show off the bulge in her jeans. Possibly both.

You'll be so happy to know that in my "And I love, I love, I love you" series I have two Steph/Jay/temis threesomes and one aftercare oneshot planned. The first one I plan to finish for August 18th, Day 5 of Bottom Jason Todd week. It'll be the 6th part of the series (4 parts are set to publish in the week prior to this one) (If all hopefully goes according to plan and everything gets complete; fingers crossed) (I also just have a stephtemis wip on my wip list sooooo....)

Jason calls Artemis "Daddy" in bed because as you'll come to learn I am literally incapable of writing Jason without his parental trauma making him a tad overwhelmingly Freudian. (his overbearing love for others makes him a little incestuous whoops)

Steph calls Artemis either "Sir" or "Ma'am" depending on how the redhead is feeling that day. It's a headspace thing. Sometimes her dom side feels more masculine and other times it feels more feminine. She's usually stricter in her masculine domspace and more dehumanizing & patronizing in her feminine domspace

FUCk I don't even know how to address that second paragraph, that's so hot. Steph is so assertive when she doms so she totally believes she can dom Artemis. The amazon slowly breaks her down into a moaning mess. Steph making direct eye contact with Jason as she cums again and he's just standing there with a Gaping mouth because "OOohhh myyy God" Artemis invites him in asking what took him so long and they've been waiting for him. She drags him into the bedroom and strips him down, pushing him onto the bed, and stroking his folds. Stephanie, so burnt through, can only lap and suck at Jason's breasts and nipples. Tears dried all over his face, hair like a bird's nest. God damn....

Artemis gripping herself, whether dick or cunt, and just lazily squeezing like "don't mind me. You two just continue what you're doing."

Artemis gets Steph and Jay matching collars. She links them together so that when they get broken down into whiny messes, the two of them are pulling against each other (slightly choking the other out) because they forgot they had to work in tandem. What should they be...Purple with silver hardware and red with gold hardware? Or should they be more matchy to show Artemis' dominance? Green with white stitching and bronze hardware to call back to her old uniform? Black with red stitching and gold hardware (and stars charms!!!!) to highlight her new costume? Oh my, the options.

[skylarkblue]

WIP Game

I was tagged by @aimmyarrowshigh!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Listen, before we get into this, I am going to remind you all that I am getting a lot better about finishing what I start. That being said:

a party girl’s guide to the mystic arts

ad astra per aspera

all i want for christmas is family therapy

aminadurga

arkytior

assorted drabbles

bat drabbles

Black Mask’s Bad Day: A Story Of Revenge

california

cass vs poison ivy

ear piercing fic

five times bobby canero-reed comes out and one time he doesn’t have to

harley kidnaps bruce and gives him therapy instead

jason car fic

jaysteph dress fic

kate yelena five times

Lay All Your Love On Me

mittens

olympics fic

parent teacher interviews

poe and finn are in love

pokenatural

rysposito baby

say it ain’t so, i will not go

something to be admired from a distance

st finans

steph chronic pain

stephcass thing

sweet girl

the bat family do their best

the girl who would be king

the healing power of a cup of tea

the universe must have divined this

thirteenjenny

treat yo self

Vellichor

I know in my heart there is also an unfinished fic somewhere on either the hard drive or my other laptop called “clemma fourth”, but it’s not in this folder.

Ask away!

I tag @altheterrible @cre8iveovadose @deansmultitudes @nokomiss

[mollyannice]

It makes sense that there are people who read Jaysteph as ince$t, even though they are not related at all in either by biology or by adoption. I have seen people call Tim and Stephanie siblings and they were canonically in a romantic relationship where if they didn’t have sex at one point they were definitely playing tonsil hockey together. I have seen also people call dickbabs also an incest ship and they are canonically dating and Dick has had conversations with others about how he wants to marry Barbara one day. Neither of these couples were related by blood or adoption. If people can call these canonical ships that aren’t ince$t inces$t, why not non-canon ships that aren’t ince$t as well? The annoying thing is a ship can be questionable with out being ince$t and you can also just dislike a ship because you don’t like it”

[nokomiss]

for a prompt, would you be interested in writing jaysteph established relationship on a mission in a college/uni setting? love your writing! ♥️

“This is so dumb,” Jason said. “Steph, my darling, my cupcake, just let me burn this place down and then I’ll take you out for dinner.”

“Absolutely not,” Steph said. “Some problems can’t be fixed with arson, and this is one of them.”

“I’m pretty sure arson would fix it,” Jason said. “Or at least improve it enough that we don’t need to be involved.”

They both took a few moments to stare at the problem in question. Bludhaven Community College’s library was somehow worse than the rest of the campus. Dick had asked them to take over a case he didn’t have time for.. He had called the place a possible money laundering front; it was now obvious that it was also an illegal gambling den. They’d narrowed down the possible physical location to the library.

They had been here undercover for two entire days. Jason had taken on the humanities department, believing firmly it had been a front (“They don’t even offer a Shakespeare class. This place is a travesty. A mockery of education.”) but had come up empty handed. Steph had centered her sights on the dining hall – well, more cafe, as there were no dorms, but it served breakfast and lunch, and Steph firmly believed them to be evil for charging ten bucks for a grilled cheese. Unfortunately price gouging appeared to be their only crime. That, and the lack of seasoning.

Steph had noticed the library early on the second day. It was a small, shabby building on the left side of campus, identifiable as a library only by the small sign outside, and what had drawn her attention was the lack of foot traffic heading that way.  At the very least people should have scoped it out as a prime napping location – she had taken some incredible naps in the Gotham U library – but no one seemed interested.

So they’d infiltrated it. Meaning they hadn’t even been asked to flash their (fake) student IDs at the door, just wandered inside. Once inside, they were surprised at the lack of, well, anything in the library, even given that it was Bludhaven. No books, no  media, just some empty shelves with a few sad newspapers spread out on them, a few tables with some computer monitors on them – all powered off, Steph wasn’t even sure if they were connected to anything –  and a couple of sad uncomfortable chairs that had clearly come from a waiting room somewhere. They’d been ready to give up when they’d found the stairs claiming to lead down to the main stacks.  

There were no main stacks. Instead they’d found a locked door, which Jason picked the lock on easily enough, only to lead the way down to a room filled with clearly-rigged slot machines. It was currently empty, thankfully.

“You know, we really do run into shockingly few gambling dens in Gotham,” Steph said thoughtfully. “Wonder what’s up with that.”

“No one wants to use their luck up on winning a few bucks,” Jason offered. “Probably think they’d rather use their luck to avoid getting caught up in supervillain nonsense. Plus, you know, Two Face.”

“That would be like a homing beacon for him, wouldn’t it?” Steph said. Then she remembered that they were not actually wearing their costumes, since they’d gone to the trouble of pretending to be students at Bludhaven Community College, and that there were probably multiple cameras down here to safeguard the machines. “Hey, wanna  make out?”

“Always, but is now really the time?” Jason said. Steph suspected he was still a little annoyed that she had shot down the whole ‘burn the library down’ plan.  She was honestly shocked that he would even suggest that, in case the books that ought to be present were hidden away somewhere, but probably Jason wanted to burn the library down as revenge for the removal of the books.

She rolled her eyes. “Babe. We’re on camera. Coming down here to make out is the normal reason to break into a secret casino.”

She’d spotted and recognized the camera models; they didn’t record sound, so their conversation was private. Their presence, though, would clearly be noticed. 

“Oh. Yeah, okay.” Jason smiled at her. A devastating smile, one that she never quite got used to being directed at her, even though they’d been together for a few months. But also one meant to distract her from the fact that she had been a step ahead of him for once, and she absolutely was going to bring it up later.

For now, though, she grabbed a handful of his ass and pulled him closer to her. “Plus, I wanted to. I haven’t seen you in forever.”

Maybe an exaggeration, but one that made Jason lean down to press a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose. “I still can’t believe it took me two weeks to get back from that Outsiders mission.”

Steph hummed a vague answer and hooked her other hand on his neck, tangling her fingers into his hair. It always surprised her, how soft it was. “Gonna make up for lost time.”

Then she caught his mouth with her own. The kiss started off gentle and sweet – nothing at all like the bruising first one they’d shared, both wild-eyed and a little bloody after a brawl with a half-dozen bikers, that had sparked their relationship. Steph sighed into Jason’s mouth and let the softness of his embrace relax her, feeling tension she hadn’t realized she was holding in her shoulders fade away.

The kiss continued, soft and slow, until Steph remembered she still had a handful of Jason’s ass, and squeezed it. She could feel his smile against her mouth, then he stepped in closer and closer, crowding her back until they were pressed up against one of the slot machines.  

Jason licked at her mouth, and Steph obligingly opened her mouth, deepening the kiss. She ran her tongue along his, and loved the tiny sounds he made in response.  Her hand traveled up his back under his shirt, and she traced little shapes along his back.

If she traced a heart and their initials together along his spine, he didn’t say anything. But the way he was kissing her showed his approval.  

Jason kissed along her jaw to mouth at the spot on her neck that never failed to make her weak-kneed. She put more of her weight against the slot machine, tilting her head to give him easier access.  

If only all missions were this fun. 

Jason’s mouth worked at her throat, and she let out a breathy sound that was honestly embarrassing but made Jason intensify things. He lifted her up, propping her between the slot machine and his body, her legs encircling his hips to hold on tighter.This angle was better;  Jason didn’t have to lean down as far, and she could grind her hips against his. She’d missed this, missed him so much.  Steph gave a little nibble to his earlobe, just to hear his breath catch.

But when Jason’s hand dipped under her waistband, she stopped him. 

“Cameras,” she whispered. Steph was having a good time, but she didn’t want to give the criminals that much of a show.  

“Oh, right,” Jason said, his embarrassed tone clearly giving away that he had forgotten they were there.  Steph felt a surge of something like pride that she’d distracted him so thoroughly.  

He nuzzled her neck one final time, planting a tiny kiss on her earlobe, then pulled away. “Explore a little before we go?”

It was fun, moving through the rows of gambling machines while peering around trying to notice clues while trying to look like college kids just exploring. Steph jabbed at Jason’s side in his ticklish spot to make him let out a giggle, and he retaliated by tugging at her ponytail.

She wondered if this is what they would have been like, if they’d met outside of the cape, if they’d led different lives.

It should have been a bitter thought, but instead Steph found it comforting, that they’d ended up here anyway.

In the back corner was another door. Steph figured it could either lead to a way out of the gambling den – only an idiot would set up somewhere illegal without a back exit in case of cops – or maybe an office.  

Either way, it was clearly a space they’d need to investigate while wearing their costumes, because making out in the casino was one thing, but breaking into the office with their faces just out there was another. 

“We done here?” 

Jason nodded, though Steph didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on her mouth for just a second too long. 

“How about you buy me that dinner you were talking about earlier, then we come back here and bust some heads?”

“Sounds like a date.”

*

Eight hours later, they stood in front of the burning library of Bludhaven Community College.

“I can’t believe you actually burned it down,” Jason said admiringly. “Only thing better would have been if I’d gotten to use the grenade launcher.”

Steph didn’t love his use of the word the, and wondered where he could possibly have a grenade launcher stashed. “Well, babe, it was a total accident, but a serendipitous one.”

How was she supposed to have known that she’d knocked a lit Zippo lighter out of the wannabe-mob boss’s hand right into a crate of illegal fireworks? The backroom of the illegal gambling den had been a frankly embarrassing hodgepodge of illegal goods that spoke of poor planning and lack of vision.  

She didn’t entirely hate the outcome, though. They’d already snagged a bunch of paperwork to use as evidence, and the slot machines would still be recognizable after the fire had been extinguished, so there was no chance of the guy getting off because the evidence had burned.

And the community college could use the insurance payoff to build a better library. One that perhaps contained books and/or media for the students to use. She’d put in a word with Dick, there were definitely funds floating around somewhere to improve things here.

And she’d gotten to see Jason downright giddy as the wannabe-mob boss had cried while watching his ill-gotten gains go up in flames, gone forever instead of sent to Bludhaven’s police evidence locker to be stolen and sent back out on the streets.

Definitely a win-win.

“We should go undercover together more often,” Jason said. “This was great. I got to argue with a professor about Mary Shelley, make out with you, take down a case Dick didn’t solve, and got a bonfire to boot.”

Steph high fived him. “Dream team.”

“Hell yeah.”

[dg-outlaw]

Batfam Retail and Character Agency

So I've been thinking about how some people take issue with certain ships in the Batfam, especially in fanfic or general fanon. For example, JaySteph and how people will cry "ince$t" when these two or other characters are paired up in a ship.

One, I don't think these people know how biology/ancestry works because the only blood related members of the Batfam are Bruce, Damian, and Kate Kane despite them being called the BatFAM. Two, most of Bruce's adopted children were older or barely interacted in a sibling way as far as growing up together. Sure, they might have a sibling-coded relationship and are legally related, but the best example I can think of in how the Batfam works is not the Brady Bunch or Cheaper by the Dozen, but that they all are or have been co-workers at the same minimum wage retail store. Friendships, drama, dating, rivalries, and other such nonsense is sure to happen. It's called forced proximity and shared experience.

I'm thinking of writing up a humorous parallel of who's who in the retail realm when it comes to the Batfam, but including it here would make this post WAY too long

The other annoyance, that I sort of get IF looked at from the POV of DC editorial or writers (if that's their ill-conceived intention), is the idea that a character, more specifically a female character, is just getting "passed around". Instead, my only guess is that whoever is complaining about this is saying that the male character should be given a new, shiny, fresh off the showroom floor love interest and not some high-mileage used model. I use a car reference here because that's exactly how that female is seen when a person says this, whether they acknowledge it or not.

The female character, for example: Stephanie Brown, is no longer a person with her own autonomy and ability to choose or have agency. She's an object to be owned, possessed, or used for the sake of forwarding the male character's arc or to add drama (e.g. fridging or damsel in distress). To imply that Stephanie Brown (or any other character) is being "passed around" from Tim Drake to Jason Todd is to imply that Steph doesn't have nor did she ever have choice in the matter (again, JaySteph isn't even canon, but if it were to become canon, some people would still have a fit). And yes, these are fictional characters, but in writing them (whether officially by DC or in fanfics) they should be treated as real people with real choices and not some object or virginal "bride" for the male protagonist where you'd retcon past relationships.

Has Stephanie Brown always been treated fairly in comics? No. Has Jason? Also, no. Would pairing these two be some sort of "passing around" or "sloppy seconds" for Jason? If I have to answer that for you or you think 'Yes', then you probably don't see women as people. Canonically, I think Jason has had more love interests so if anything Steph would be the one getting someone else's "sloppy seconds", thirds, fourths, etc.

Again, see the above about retail co-workers. Steph once dated Tim. It was their first job and their first real, young love. It was good, it was bad, they made out in the break room, they broke up in the middle of Customer Service, etc. Former employee, Jason, comes by and picks up random shifts when Bruce is really desperate. Steph and Jason meet and hang-out over a few shifts, even though Bruce doesn't trust either of them and would rather they work somewhere else. Maybe they got stuck working Black Friday and the holidays together and boom, sparks happened. It's maybe weird or awkward for Tim, but Tim fell in love with the snack and soda machine vendor, Bernard, so it's really no big deal.

So if someone can date their co-worker, break-up, and then date another co-worker, it should be none of your damn business (assuming everything is legal, consenting, and above board) if none of those people are you.

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.

[precursorgod]

@galkyrie ask and you shall receive

combine this with 3rd robin steph. actually while we're at it let's swap the other robins and non-robins. since it starts with duke... lark 1 to signal duke. batboy 1 to oracle damian. lark 2 to assassin leader orphan cass. lark 3 steph. (throw in a little au of an au where a stephcass amalgamation becomes uh. idk, maiden shiva, renegade to deathstroke? a la joker junior) alvin draper (more informant/stalker and less vigilante) to lark 4 to killed by drones tim. (later retconned to have been abducted by aliens or whatever at the last second.) batboy 2 to character assassination (v important that it sucks) red hood to wingman/arkham knight jason todd. then batboy 3 tim. lark 5 babs. robin dick.

ok back to cass. first canon jason parallels. killed by shiva, gets dunked in the pit, comes back crazy and kills shiva and david cain and calls herself orphan. (that's where the bruce vs cass conflict comes from /j) takes over the league. she still hates killing, so she's decided to kill anyone who refuses to stop killing. 'but cass aren't you killing people yourself-' god forbid women do anything. if jason's pit madness was anger, then cass's is tyranny. she's very much a villain in this arc.

we also need to do to her what fandom does to jason todd. she's in charge of the league of assassins, or at least a large part of it. maybe the loa is having a civil war, between her, ra's, and talia. deathstroke? villain decay time: less crazy now, cass stops killing people and starts horrifically torturing and crippling them instead. brings the loa back to its roots of improving the world by bloody force. tyrant cass. thats the core of the cass vs bruce conflict. sure, bruce wayne has social programs and stuff, but batman is always reactive, rather than active. fandom is with her bc we all wish we could blackmail/torture shitty rich people into doing the right thing, bc they sure as hell won't do it by themselves and the system's fucked. fandom is against her bc thats far too much power for one person to have; absolute power corrupts absolutely; it's unsustainable bc either she dies in which case her system collapses or she abuses the lazarus pit and becomes ra's.

titans tower equivalent: cass goes after steph for canon to establish her as a villain. fanon interpretation is it's bc steph came a little too close to breaking batman's golden rule a few times and pit-mad cass wanted to scare her for that, or cass wanted to scare steph, previously a regular civilian, out of the dangerous vigilante life. something something replacement angst.

evil!jason arc: very important that it sucks and is ignored by fandom except to lambast dc for their terrible writing decisions. jason was previously beaten into a coma by the joker as batboy 2, and the next time we see him he's a classist stereotype, power hungry greedy misogynistic druglord or pimp or whatever. can take the boy from the street but can't the street from the boy. 'be my robin' except it's said to steph. due to backlash, this is retconned as brainwashing via chip the joker inserted to sow discord within the batfamily. lmao just realised that due to his gender this arc would inspire hundreds of mafia boss!jason x author insert!steph jaysteph fics. correction: the evil!jason arc is ignored by everyone except wattpad girlies.

what if we utilised the evil!cass arc for a reverse robins au

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Jaysteph dynamics (platonic or romantic or familial, pick your poison good friend) that may or may not have made the rest of the bats go all "???"

I like all of those. So here’s a variety of random thoughts (mostly platonic and romantic tbh), not sure if this is what you had in mind but this is where my brain went

Watching footage from a justice league fight and calling out diving scores every time someone jumps off a building

Fake dating for a case but then they don’t stop but they also don’t acknowledge/realize it and suddenly it’s been like two years

Giving new henchman pointers during a fight

Referring to each other as the platonic love of their life

See above but then follow that up with making out on a rooftop

Treating villain monologues like they’re theater auditions including saying “NEXT”

Mocking Tim incessantly for an hour and then jointly glaring at someone who looks at him weird

The best (worst?) pranking duo

Giving a running commentary of someone else’s fight like they’re Johnny Weir and Tara Lipinski

Calling Bruce a furry to his face

Interrupting a gotham rogue team up meeting and treating it like an episode of project runway

Pet sitting Harley’s hyenas

Getting married but telling no one so they can wait and see what happens

Taking Damian to Disney World and only leaving a note and then also not answering any calls or texts from Dick when he tries to complain

Showing up to the Watchtower with a large bowl of popcorn and otherwise not contributing anything

Cooking together and taste testing everything but slapping hands away when someone else tries to

Developing and speaking exclusively in a language that basically just moved all the vowel sounds two inches to the left

Spending an entire fight going “did you know…” followed by increasingly esoteric facts

Spending a fight talking only to each other and completely ignoring the villains even as they’re fighting them

Donning the worst aliases possible and seeing how much they can get away with (think Steph’s mustache in WFA)

Giving collaborative birthday and Christmas presents to everyone for three years and wondering why someone asks if they’re dating

Treating justice league briefings or reports like mystery science theater 3000

Someone makes a joke about them sharing a single braincell and they reply that they’re taking turns so it knows it’s loved

Double teaming on threats against other batfam members in the interest of self-care

Being allowed in Alfred’s kitchen

Refusing to talk about what happens in Alfred’s kitchen (making edible food is what, but also it’s nobody’s business so)

Hardly see each other let alone work together yet somehow have more inside jokes than anyone else

Steph stealing Jason clothes all the time

Being the most aware of everyone else’s love lives and being the best people to go to for advice that requires emotional competency yet being completely oblivious to the fact that they’ve been essentially dating for a long time and are practically just a couple of signatures away from being married