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patchiko · 4 months

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what do u think ak!jays love language (i think that’s what it’s called 😭) is? also, what type of love language do you think he’d like?? like acts of service, words of affirmation, etc.

also random headcanon but i feel like both ak and comic jay r both good cooks it’s just the vibe i get

-🪽anon

Ahkendidhso Ive written about this before but my brainrot my lovely 🪽 anon…

tw; religious themes but their very very very super metaphorical i pinky swear chat. #i love religious themes as a way to metaphorically talk about devotion

Jason Todd is as devoted to his lover as a martyr to their grace. His faith to his loved one is almost insufferable at its core.

Like in a,’ My lungs only breathe because I have faith in your purity. ’ way, so anyways yeah Quality Time and Acts Of Service.

Quality Time- Jaaon can barely pry himself from your presence at times, and yet he does. Though every moment he’s away from you feels sardonic, like that viscous black ooze that he’s named ‘hate’ is getting bigger. Once he even gets a moment of your time his mind melts. He slowly allows himself to indulge in your presence, but in the most unhealthy way possible. Jason tried to keep himself away, he really did, but he always found his feet dragging to you.

Maybe its the little sacrificial lamb in him, the yearn for a greater good in his destruction. Thats what he believe he was conditioned to be, ’The Greater Good.’ Batman cleaned him from the dirt-stricken filth of Gotham alleyways; Batman would make his coat pure and holy, he learned to achieve that ‘Greater-Good’ when Batman wrapper that rope around his neck and lead him to that devil, or saint, he couldn’t tell the two apart sometimes. They both look the same as his depraved reflection.

When his red branded rebirth came he couldn’t help himself trotting to you like the holy little lamb he was conditioned to be. You, the only compass he had, a sense of direction he couldn’t bear to lose. He sits in your presence waiting for his rapture. When not, he’s stuck in a state where can’t tell if he’s more scared of being lost or alone. Jason finds he’s neither when with you, with you he’s stained red but his neck is no longer painfully warm, his body can be mangled, his mind can be mortal. He always trots back to you, because it is the first place he is welcomed to with open arms, yes, you are the warm light of the heavens he was conditioned to bask in. The personification where the death of his self is meant to be.

Acts Of Service - I believe this side of him comes more when its towards the part of the relationship where he’s most comfortable! He’ll run errands, do your dishes, maybe if the guilt of getting your floor a little bloodied gets to him he’ll pay your rent. It takes him awhile to loosen up and stop acting like a house maid. He still does everything he can for you but in an mundane way, like a little routine. (like a little wife omg chat i love him)

Whenever he slips through that window he takes armor off and sets them down on your floor. He’ll walk over to where you sit and kiss you on the cheek, whispering in your ear on how he ordered take out. He’ll come back to you with clean clothes and washed hair, sitting close to you, yet not closer if not allowed.

He’s much like a Saint Bernard now, for he always finds his way back to your side. A gentle giant, neither of you can keep yourselves away from each other; tenderly caring for each others needs. With you, he gave up on his divided sense of pride, his fundamentals and foundations that gave his name meaning were reckoned meaningless, he gave it up and swallowed the bitter pill of which he found the unsatisfactory taste of forgiveness; and with that pill he allowed himself to grieve.

He’s much like a Saint Bernard now, he can guide people to the place they believe to be heavens for their sake of peace. He holds someone in his arms the way they need to be held, he says those things that make someone think, leading them back to the path they left. But most of all he always comes running back to you.

sorry chat this is so bitter sweet i love his self destructive mentality that would take him decades to weed out.

#sorry chat #i love religious themes as a metaphorical way of talking about ungodly devotion #jason todd #jason todd x reader #arkham knight x reader #red hood x reader #red hood #arkham knight #jason todd headcanons #red hood headcanons #arkham knight headcanons #jason todd x you #red hood x you #arkham knight x you #i ramble about arkham knight heheheej #|| 🪼krash responds to u #|| 🪼krash responds to 🪽 anon #jason todd deserves better #jason todd imagine

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suzukiblu · 1 year

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Expanded version of Tim's next scene in the Core Four poly-pocket soulmate AU, with a read-more for length.

The adorability of Pockets as a concept y'all can thank @bucky-boychik-barnes for.

Tim's Pocket refuses to wear a mask, which is an issue. He doesn't want to wear the tiny wire-rimmed glasses either, or even change out of his weird straps-and-belts version of the Superman suit into . . . literally anything else, at this point. Tim would take anything else. They've given him options, but he's refused them all. He won't take off the costume.

Also he won't stop flying around the cave like a bat out of hell, and it's seriously annoying.

"Have you successfully selected a name for your Pocket, Master Tim?" Alfred inquires as he pours everyone tea at the table while Bruce is staring assessingly at Tim's Pocket, including four little Pocket-sized cups' worth–one for Bruce's Cat ("Kitty" to the tabloids), one each for Dick's Red and Star, and one for Tim's . . . whoever.

Alfred doesn't have a Pocket of his own. Tim's always felt too awkward to ask about it.

And Jason never got a Pocket at all.

"No, not yet," Tim says, because the whole no-mask/yes-cape issue has been a lot more immediately concerning than naming him. He can't take a Pocket Superman home to his dad. Pocket Clark Kent is going to be bad enough.

Assuming Tim's Pocket ever puts the stupid glasses on, anyway.

"You should get on that," Dick advises as he picks up his teacup with an appreciative nod of thanks to Alfred and takes a sip. "Red got really mad at me when I didn't name her right away. I mean, like, naming Pockets is so . . . outsider, you know? And kinda gilly, too. But that's how Babs grew up, obviously, and I don't know how they did it on Krypton, but Uncle Clark was raised by gadje too, so . . ."

Tim understood absolutely none of that, but just nods like he did and makes a note to go do some research later.

"Sure," he says, just hoping he can convince his Pocket to ditch the damn cape sooner than later. Red wheels her tiny wheelchair over to the Pockets' nicely-set little tea table and ignores Star floating down to land in the seat across from her. They don't usually get along very well, which is a little weird to see in Pockets who didn't come from people who are, like, on the literal opposite ends of the ethical spectrum, especially ones that belong to the same person, but they both settle in all the same. Cat does an artful flip off of Bruce's caped shoulder down to the table and then strolls over to join them. Tim's Pocket looks curious, but stays hovering in the air just over his shoulder.

Is his Pocket, like, antisocial or something? Is that a concern? Usually Pockets group up really easily, from what Tim knows. Not that he's ever had one before, and admittedly his parents' had always mostly ignored each other, but . . . normally they do, right?

Cat chirps impatiently and makes a beckoning gesture at Tim's Pocket, but he, very weirdly, sort of floats backwards and almost . . . hides behind Tim's head. Just for a moment, but . . .

Weird, Tim thinks. Weird, and not very Superman-like. Pockets are usually a bit more emotionally honest than the people they come from, but Superman's met Cat as many times as Bruce has met Laney, so why would a Pocket that came from him ever hesitate to go over to her?

Star chirps too, holding out her arms and starting to glow with intensely bright solar radiation that would only be an encouraging gesture to a Kryptonian, Tim is sure. It does the job, though, and his Pocket pauses for just a moment longer, then goes to the visible effort to put on a bright grin and darts over to land beside her. She immediately starts chattering at him in Pocket-talk and he chatters back easily, and Tim then has to witness his own damn Pocket start undeniably flirting with one of Dick's Pockets.

He has never been more mortified in his life, he thinks right up until his Pocket turns his head and starts flirting with Cat.

Tim disassociates a little. Like. Just a bit.

Or a lot.

"Hm," Bruce says while Tim is busy dying of mortification, his eyes narrowing assessingly. Star is happily flirting back at Tim's Pocket, to Tim's absolute horror, but worse, Cat is actually humoring him.

Tim has died and this is hell. There's no other explanation whatsoever for this.

Cat reaches over and scritches his Pocket behind the ears. He looks startled, then visibly zones out for a moment, and then leans into the contact and purrs. Cat chirps approvingly, Star laughs, and Red snorts, but fondly.

Tim is definitely, definitely in hell right now. Oh god. What is happening right now and why is it happening to him?

"Well, he's got aspirations, I'll give him that," Dick says wryly as he leans back in his chair. "Though I don't think Lois Lane would appreciate them."

"It's not Superman," Bruce states matter-of-factly. Tim and Dick both blink; Tim's Pocket immediately scowls.

"You sure, B?" Dick asks skeptically. "He looks just like him. And he literally showed up wearing the El crest."

"I knew Smallville," Bruce says, ignoring Tim's stubbornly glowering Pocket. "He was nothing like this Pocket. And Superman is undeniably dead. Believe me. We checked."

Of course Bruce checked, Tim thinks. They know so little about Kryptonian physiology, after all, and even less about how Kryptonian physiology works under a yellow sun. It's not as if Earth is spoiling for other Kryptonians.

And Clark Kent was Bruce's friend.

So of course he checked.

"It is true that Mr. Smallville did have a markedly different personality from the one our new young Master Pocket seems to," Alfred says, delicately setting a tiny tray of tiny Pocket-sized treats on their tea table. Tim has no idea how Alfred even makes cookies that small, but he does it. "I don't think I ever once saw him in any semblance of Superman's costume at all, in fact."

Tim's Pocket looks briefly puzzled, and then very worried. Tim isn't sure what to think about that, but it makes him feel a little useless. He doesn't know how to take that worried look off his Pocket's face, but he feels like he should be able to do something about it all the same.

He tells himself–soon. Once he knows him a little better. He'll be able to do it then.

Or he hopes he will, anyway.

Star and Cat get Tim's Pocket to sit down at the table and scoot their chairs in to pin him between them, which seems to help more than Tim was going to be able to figure out how to. At least, his Pocket looks a bit less anxious about the conversation now.

He's still shooting Bruce sullen little glowers, admittedly, but one step at a time.

"Maybe your Pocket's just really work-focused, Robin," Dick observes wryly, and Tim's Pocket immediately laser-focuses in on him and jumps back to his feet so fast he knocks over his chair and nearly Star and Cat and the tiny tea table too.

"Rob!" he shouts excitedly, definitely not in Pocket-talk, and Tim blinks down at him in bewilderment, trying to figure out if he just hallucinated hearing that or not. That was–that was so fast for a Pocket to have picked up their first non-Pocket word. Most Pockets don't even care to learn more than a handful of those, and certainly not so quickly. And Tim's not an expert on Pockets, obviously, but . . .

"Hm," Bruce says.

"You probably do need to name him pretty soon, if he's already latched onto your name this quick," Dick says, leaning forward a little bit to peer a little closer at Tim's Pocket. Tim's Pocket ignores him to grin delightedly up at Tim, which Tim feels very weird about. No one ignores Nightwing for him. Ever.

He guesses if anyone would, it'd be his Pocket, but still.

"That's not technically my name," he reminds Dick. Dick had it first, after all, and Jason had it too. Tim just . . .

He didn't even inherit it, really. It's not like Jason deliberately left it to him or anything. He doesn't even know what Jason would think of a Robin like him.

His Pocket scowls again.

"Rob!" he insists loudly, flying up into Tim's face so fast he nearly smacks into it. "Rob! Rob!"

"Tim," Tim corrects, although obviously his Pocket isn't going to pick up two words on his first day of existing, it's just–

". . . Tim?" his Pocket repeats uncertainly, his brow furrowing as he stares much too intently at Tim.

Tim has absolutely no excuse for how red his face turns.

"Hm," Bruce says again.

#tim drake #kon el #batfamily #timkon #the whole fic is Core Four polyam but this bit is Timkon so that's what we're tagging for lol #dc robin #superboy #rinfic #wip: a pocketful of kons

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silverheartlugia2000 · 2 years

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DCXDP prompt

Ok, so there's plenty of Danny laying low or freaking out about the no meta rule, but I have this CRAVING of someone for once just explaining it to him? Like whoever bird or birds he's talking to just leans in and whispers "Wanna know a secret? That's mostly just a mind control precaution. I mean would you want to see Supes jacked up on fear gas? If the league do come over he prefers to be called first so he's close if something happens."

Danny- "Oh... yeah that makes sense actually, that shit isn't fun to be under.."

"Wait is THAT why you have that string of robberies on your record?!"

"That and the time my whole town got possessed in order to make me look bad and get arrested.."

The bird then drags Danny into the cave to open Bruce's file on him, and they both sit down and fill in the gaps on the shadier spots of his record. Heck Danny eventually gives Bats a few thermoses and other less harmful but still disabling device blueprints to add to the contingency file cause even if Dan is in therapy and on probation he knows his shit luck will probably make it needed sooner rather than later and he knows how fast it will go bad.

It comes in very handy at the next gala when Vlad attempts to have a duplicate overshadow Bruce who refuses to take his business propositions. Vlad gets nosey before Danny pulls up his king rights and makes vlad take an Oath (the magic binding kind) to not mess with Bruce or his family or reveal any of their super identities to anyone at all. Constantine is there beforehand to read over the contract and outthink any loopholes before vlad can take advantage of them.

Danny gives them samples of ecto-dejecto for medical emergencies, the Bat's keep them refreshed and in stock especally after they meet Ellie and hear about her stability problems. With help from Frostbite and Danny's ok they start working on a more reliable formula just for Ellie's sake.

Yes Jason is calmer around the halfas and he is slowly stabilizing enough form a proper core from it, (not an instant fix this time!) whether hes becoming a true halfa, more towards a remnant, or both they arent sure. But one night when the phantoms arent around Jason is having a bad time, reacting from something he was hit with during a fight. Tim just grabs one of the ecto-pens on a whim and it just flushes out the toxin so fast Jay passes out. When he wakes up his core has had a good growth spurt, its still not complete yet but he's beginning to get some minor abilities, the Phantom sibs start coaching him before it gets strong enough for Jason to turn completely intangible and if Jay starts complaining? Clockwork whisks them ALL up to the tower for a home movie night of Danny's greatest fails. Grampa has a collection, good and bad XD. Yes Danny is cringing in shame while eating Clockwork's ecto cookies but Jason is slowly starting to understand the importance of getting the basics right cause he does NOT want to accidentally sink completely under the ground without being able to get back out no thank you!!

What core type would he get anyway? Shadow's like Johnny because of the stealth perks? Earth to prevent being buried again? Would he have literature as a secondary obsession cause obviously he's gonna follow Danny into the family/protection category but since Danny also has a space obsession why not?

He puts Jazz's name in the list of superhero safe therapists, the fact she's already making waves at Arkam is only boosting her reputation. Especially once they read her paper on ghost obsessions and how sometimes they are comparable to hyper-fixations in autistics in the way they both satisfy and promote healthy growth for a ghosts physical and mental state but also how being deprived of them or forced to go against them can be severely harmful to their literal health.

And that was one thing the birds kept tripping on to understand whenever they needed to bench one of the halfas but they would end up just hovering around NEEDING to be helpful no mater how much they are told to go back to bed. They also get a whole new understanding on what happened to Dan cause yeah his whole timeline is based on loosing his family and retaliating out of grief.

So from then on the halfas are allowed to help with little tasks as long as they do not strain their recovery at all. Whenever Danny gets sickly and depressed they take him up to the watch tower, Ellie gets lessons in different languages so she can interact more when they let her join them on international trips, Jason gets set loose in a newly discovered bookstore when the manor's or Bab's library isn't enough, and Dan.. they're still figuring him out but he seems to enjoy wrecking little play city set ups and games where you play as the monster like Godzilla or Rampage along with general ghost sibling rough housing. (Lilo and Stitch is his favorite movie but you'd be hard pressed to get him to admit it,)

As for ships, definitely anger management. Jason becomes an unofficial fourth Phantom sib. Platonic everlasting trio cause Danny loves his friends and they will pet him like a cat for hours while his tail coils around them possessively like a giant snake and still make memes of it when he's grumpy. Brain dead is fun also, especially if Danny or the others are capable of Little Baby Man form and Tim has to fight Damian for cuddle rights! Bats has his usual girls but hey superman isn't that bad to hang around either.

#dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #silverlugia's free prompts #danny phantom #batman #jason peter todd #danielle phantom #dan phantom #halfa jason #tag me if you use this #little baby man danny?

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redhoodinternaldialectical · 5 months

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I don't know if you're still doing the ask game, but how about 1, 22, and 25? For Jason, and Steph too if you're up for it :D

--Cologona

Because I could still find it: yes! Still doing this ask game :3 Sorry it took so long to answer!

1) Why do you like or dislike this character?

I spent like seventy years attempting to find the post with this meme on it so I could give credit lmao, but I could not for the life of me, so uh, just know that I'm remaking this thing from memory I guess???

Jason is the bee in my bonnet, the rock in my shoe, and I am chewing on him forever and ever - meanwhile I will enjoy pretty much any comic about Steph simply because I love watching her do her thing :3

But to go into more detail I really enjoy Steph's narration style and the way she navigates the world. She feels very refreshingly street level and hopeful. Also as someone who grew up as the only "girl" (trans man but egg) in my martial arts class which was taught by a detective with a very drill sargent/tough-love approach to teaching and got an extra helping of PTSD as a result... watching her struggle, get dismissed bc of her gender, and go on to become a great hero despite Batman and his bullshit feels really fucking good. Def love Batgirl 2009

Jason on the other hand is just so deliciously messy. He's hurt a lot of people, but at the same time his anger is super justified! He's intimately familiar with violence in a way that I think makes him unable to conceptualize trust and gauge what an 'appropriate' response is. There's been several times where he's expressed the idea that serious violence by him against others is just normal and forgivable and not a big deal. There's something so compelling to me about that bc I think he really does see it that way, and it comes from a place of him being extremely used to receiving violence and being expected to forgive and not hold it against them. That wall of text in the meme picture is a tiny fraction of one of my essays on him. He's got so many fascinating layers and I love peeling him apart and putting him back together like a robot performing surgery on a grape.

Sometime after I finish Chained, I really want to write Four and Twenty Blackbirds, which is a fic concept I've had for ages now that puts them together in a lesbian/gay man queer relationship. The premise is that somehow or other Steph comes back to Gotham secretly/early and Jason is the first one to find her and they end up building a weird organized crime/community support organization called The Blackbirds.

Not sure on the timeline. Maybe it'll start before Under the Red Hood? Maybe after a modified Hush plotline?? In any case: Jason offers to preform High Vengeance against Black Mask either for or with her. She does not want him killed! She would feel like that went completely against everything she died for. However, she does want that fucker taken down, and is touched that Jason clearly genuinely cares. Also I'm going to have Jason assume without question that she is fully competent and his equal. Unlike every other vigilante in town, she will never have to prove herself to him. So anyways she tells him that yeah, she wants her revenge, but it's gonna happen her way, and the plot moves on from there, as together they destroy and co-opt Black Mask's organization and establish a territory for themselves :3

22) If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

Unless given a reading suggestion by someone else, I exclusively read JayTim fanfiction, which heavily skews what I look for and see in fic. I'm also pretty damned picky lol I write much more fic than I read these days

Even the most basic, stripped down version of Stephanie's core concepts and background ought to be enough to conclude that she would have very complex feelings about both Jason and Tim and them dating each other. She had a supervillain father and a character arc about learning to value the lives of even her worst enemies. Now her ex is dating a guy who had a henchman father and the same character arc in reverse, a guy who specifically targeted her killer in order to get back at the mentor who bears some responsibility for both her death and his own. They are so uniquely poised to understand each other from across this fascinating chasm, both in terms of approaches to vigilantism and dating Tim. You could not ask for a more fertile storytelling ground, regardless of if you want her to be supportive or not.

So yeah, for Stephanie I like it when she has a personality outside of cheerleading Tim while being vaguely sweet and quirky.

The bar is in Hell here folks, and out of the hundreds of fanfics I've read I've only ever seen it cleared twice. And that's only if we include my own goddamned writing. This goes beyond normal fandom simplification, especially when you factor in that Cass, famously against all killing Cass, gets similarly denuded of all internal motives and qualities in favor of being (sometimes literally) wordlessly supportive for no apparent reason, while in those same fics the male characters get to have opinions and internal viewpoints. JayTim nation, I am praying for us to learn how to write women, truly.

Now on to Jason!

I think of Jason as someone who is intense in every facet of himself. He can be cruel and mistrustful or tender and romantic, but no matter what he is I want him to be a little unhinged with it, a little too deep, a little too incapable of not giving a fuck. I want this man lost in the sauce, whatever that sauce may be.

I dislike him being overly apologetic, which practically translates to me disliking most fics in which he is apologetic at all lol I do think he would come to regret some of his actions, but I tend to think those would be different actions than the ones he's usually depicted apologizing for. For instance, I can absolutely see him apologizing to a victim of the Joker for not killing him when he got the chance, but I don't really think he'd have the framework to consider his fights with Tim to have been all that far out of line.

25) What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Ohhhhhhh boy that was fuckin ages ago??? I'm not honestly sure I remember, though I do know that I read JayTim fanfics before anything else that involved these characters, so it had to have been based on that.

...Gah, I don't even remember how I found this ship lol! I mean I started with Boostle?? Maybe JayTim was in the background somewhere of one of those fics? idk

I suppose my first impressions were that Jason was a Big Mood deeply traumatized and lashing out bc of that, and Stephanie was gir waffles XD random rawr means I love you in dinosaur.

Anyhow, thank you very much for the ask @cologona! As per usual with these things I hope it was a fun read and you have a good day and all that jazz :3

#damian's tomfoolery #jason todd #stephanie brown #jaytim

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cheshire-silent-cat · 1 year

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Peas in a pod

Pairing: Jason x fem! Reader

Warning: suggestive, cussing, angst, dramatics and exaggeration, made up location .

Scenery: Let’s imagine that the titans forgave Jason but still had mixed feelings about his presence or what he stood for, and even though he wasn’t a titan anymore he still worked with them when necessary from time to time, and this was one of those times .

***************story begins here************

📞“Dick?? Look this is a pretty shitty time to call” Jason said as he hid behind a wall to dodge rapid fire bullets from multiple angles.

📞”sorry to interrupt but it’s urgent” dick spoke from the comfort of his computer room, as he researched his next mission’s location.

📞 “Alright so what’s up” jason said as he heard the last man fall to the ground.

📞”it’s about our next mission, at a hidden kingdom, the aim is to recieve intel about it and include it in the database. Dick spoke proudly

📞“Tch. That sounds like a job for explorers, why am I needed” Jason said mounting his motorcycle.

📞“Your mission is to go undercover and retrieve the all powerful seer, they are said to serve as a core battery for the attacks of this kingdom” dick continued as he read the files.

📞“Oooo sounds exotic, anyways I do need a vacation, alright I’ll meet at the tower now” Jason spoke loudly as his motorcycle roared to its destination.

The next day the whole team were briefed about the plan and before they knew it they were standing on the grounds of innominatam, now all they had to do was journey to the floating capital which was reached by a special aircraft during their journey they learnt a number of things, they learnt that the capital floated over a ridiculously deep pit that could not be reached by any aircraft’s known to man, “it’s a special day here at innominatam, there will be an important meeting at the capital with all sorts of noble people, the seer will be one of them visiting us, bringing us good fortune” the pilot said excitedly, “can you tell us about the seer” korry asked, “well from what I hear, the new colony (land claimed) is quite promising which means more rich resources for us, although progress is currently being thwarted by a very small amounted group of rebels, I guess because of that our leaders have summoned the team of diplomatic members (usually kept away from the public) of innominatam to investigate among those diplomats will be the seer, I’m so excited” the man giggling while landing the aircraft, “enjoy the sights that innominatam has to offer”.

They all walked, keep a good distance from the other people while scheming, “now we just need to find away to get Jason close to the seer-“ dick spoke but was interrupted by a white robe wearing important looking coordinator “you there!” He yelled and Jason pointed to himself, the man briskly walked towards Jason “yes you! Aren’t you supposed to be with the seer? What the hell did you do with your suit!” The man scolded and behind his mask Jason just looked confused so he stayed silent, “hello? You are one of the seer’s guides are you not?” The man asked again, “yes? Yes! Yes I am! I just got lost could you umm help me out?” Jason said with sweaty palms trying so hard not to seem suspicious, “ugh you guards of nowadays are so stupid, come along” he said practically pulling and shoving Jason in the right direction, “hmm that was easy” gar joked, “gotta hand it to him, the kid is good” korry laughed sarcastically, “we are actually screwed” Rachael chimed in. “Alright everyone you know the plan, now move out” dick orders and they all split up disappearing into the crowd.

Meanwhile with Jason, it was like he found his people, barely an hour in and he found it easy to talk with the other guards they all walked infront of the seer, and Jason had to steal a few glances, you were stunning, your skin glowed, you were adorned in gold and moved gracefully in your black dress, your short tight curls covering your eyes at all times but you managed to see clearly, you were the same age as him or maybe a year younger, but as the other two guards talked Jason couldn’t stop staring at you well that was until the other guards started talking loudly and you twitched a bit, it was such a slight movement that even if he being a detective in his own rights, had blinked he would have missed it, this made his attention shift towards the guards in-front of him.

“I’m actually looking forward to those rebels showing up” one of the guards giggled loudly

“When they do show up I’m going to smash their skulls open” the other guard replied

“Well I’m going to take them down for good and then that will be the end of the rebellion” the first guard spoke again, trying to turn it into a competition. “What if I just fight you” the second guard replied again landing a punch on the shoulder of the first guard as they yelped in pain. “Let’s focus guys our main goal is to protect the seer and anyways we can just take them down together when they come, that’s why they sent uhhh three of us” Jason spoke up trying to verbally separate them, the mere words of teamwork and togetherness disgusted Jason to his core but he had to sell the part.

And even though Jason did the right thing by trying to diffuse the situation before they drew too much attention, at the end of the day the other two guards were jug heads (honestly a miracle they managed to keep you safe until now) “three this” one of the guards said throwing a huge punch at Jason, Jason crosses his arm to block it taking a step back to stiffen his stance bumping into you and knocking you to the ground, a large number of gasps could be heard, followed by a pin dropped silence from the entire room. Now Jason was never nervous, never ever had he not been outspoken or struggled to speak, he was a confident man and yet here is was a stuttering mess at the attempt to explain himself to you, a girl he just met tf? Who was he right now?? “I’m umm uhh I’m so sorry.. I uhh, the thing is they ummm, let… let me help” he said stretching his arms to you already halfway up “I’m fine” you said looking up at him, both your eyes hidden, “what?” He asked confused as to why you didn’t feel embarrassed “it’s okay, it was bound to happen really” you spoke in your usual soft voice, “I uhh umm…okay” Jason said finally giving up on explaining himself and just accepting your forgiveness, “now please wait here, i must now attend to my duties”

You said walking by the now saluting guards into a tent and as you disappeared into the curtains of the tent Jason followed your every movement with his eyes.

You being summoned was a rare occurrence because not just anyone could summon you, however today you had been summoned by the leader herself specifically for the purpose of sharing the knowledge your visions provided you of the future. “My Kuria (leader, this is what nobles and diplomats call the leader) I have arrived” you said entering the tent. The leader wasted no time and spoke “y/n tell me what will happen in my nearest future” she said with authoritative hand gestures and you clasped your hands together elegantly as though you were praying “my Kuria I foresee the rebels staging an attack on this very day in this very place, however they will be cornered but before then they kill seven aristocrats which will include 2 of my guards and myself once I am dead the rebels will be apprehended and the rebellion will reach its demise here” you concluded, with a relieved tone the leader spoke again “thank you y/n, that’s all I needed to know, you may go” she said and you did. From the moment you stood on the grounds of the floating capital you knew you would be a casualty but you weren’t fazed by the facts after all it’s not like you didn’t already know how exactly your life was to turn out and as for your death you had already accepted it,

You walked out of the tent now standing next to Jason once more, “the capital is very beautiful this time of the year, I truly wish I could have seen more of it” you said as you turned to Jason who was surprised you were speaking to him, “well uh there is still a lot of time” he said trying to lighten the mood, “that’s quite a nice thought but no” you lowered your head and smiled in defeat, you spoke so softly it tickled the ears of Jason in a sweet sensual way even when you were being serious, just then there was a loud explosion and as the smoke cleared a voice boomed through the crowd “leader of innominatam, leave our land alone, this colony has reached the end of its timeline now leave” they spoke, and according to your vision the time of the attack was punctual and without any warning they began slashing those who stood in their way and the aristocrat’s began fighting back, your guards lunged at the rebels with the first two getting taken out almost immediately, the rebels may not have looked like much but they were quite strong, now it was between them and Jason, they ganged up on him dislocating his shoulder forcing him to lay on the ground conscious but unable to fight or do much of anything really, now standing before you was a rebel towering over you it’s blade over his head threatening to strike you down and yet you refused to move, standing and watching thinking to yourself that afterall this was your fate all along. “Thank you guard you did your best” you spoke and suddenly Jason realised what you had meant, you had known that Jason would fail, that this would be the outcome, you had accepted it with all of your heart, but for some reason Jason, HE COULD NOT.

Using what little strength he had left, he lunged at you pulling you out of the way forcing you both to roll away from the rebels and him unto you, being the purest thing in the land it was ghastly to think that someone would touch or be seen with you in such a way, you both stared at each other for what felt like hours, shaken by the situation the rebels lost their focus and had to retreat, realising where you both were you both separated from each other, touching your head as it hurt from the impact of the floor, the furious crowd closing in on the both of you, it was unspoken of to touch not to mention lie on the seer in such a provocative way, “unbelievable” someone shouted, “disgusting” another yelled, “this is unheard of” one shouted trying to topple over the large number of voices shouting protest however the one that tore through the crowd was the leader in all her glory “the rebels have fled, y/n this is not the scenario you predicted” she said angrily, “this…. This isn’t what I saw….I-I don’t know what happened I-” you protest, still dazed as to what just happened, “hang on a second, this was my fault” Jason sat up coming to your defense, “Jason? Jason! What’s going on there” dick asked from their spy communicators laced in his ear “clearly it was your fault GAURD, how dare you interfere with the duties of a member of my court, how dare you touch a deer so provocatively!!” She said enraged “forgive me I-” Jason pleaded, knowing fully well that he did not have it in him to fight, but the leader interrupted “you will be executed for this” she demanded and the crowd closed in on you two but came to a sudden stop at the appearance of the titans “you have two options let them go or face us” dick said taking a stance with the rest of his team, the crowd continued their movement closing in once more “it’s always the harder choices” he said preparing to fight, in a panic you took Jason’s healthy hand “run” and raced to the edge of the capital “wait!!!!!! What are you doing?!?!!!!!” without even the slightest hints of hesitation on your face you both leaped of the edge and into the large deep pit below, the titans quickly looked at the edge with no sign of either of you, their new mission was to escape this fight and hide.

Meanwhile with you and Jason, as you fell into the very deep forbidden pit, still holding Jason, fuelled with determination once you caught sight of the ground below you, you took Jason’s steel pocket knife and fiercely dragged it into the pit walls to slow your speeds, the blade managed to drive deep into the wall stopping you both from falling any further, you both were now a reasonable distance away from the ground and Jason took the first leap down, and then you let go of the knife, not like he doesn’t have more replicas of the weapon, “what the fuck just happened” Jason said taking off his helmet, simply forgetting he hadn’t disclosed his identity to you, as he revealed his face at that moment it began to rain, it never rained on the capital because it was too far up in the sky but it did rain below. “Who are you” you said moving back practically quaking in fear, he certainly wasn’t a guard he had no markings and he had hair, he wasn’t a civilian because he spoke English that you had learnt in your many studies rather than the native language of innominatam. “Hey it’s ok, I don’t want to hurt, I would never, ummm my name is Jason, fuck this is a mess” he said his tone mixed with frustration and concern but all still genuine so you knew you could trust him “y/n” you said “huh?” Jason looked confused “that’s my name….y/n” you emphasise looking away to hide your blushing smile, it was weird to say your own name since you were constantly referred to as seer and nothing else.

Jason gave you a heart stealing smile before looking up to observe the situation and recall the event that had taken place before looking back at you, gaze filled with concern “I have no choice” he said “what do you mean” you replied “you know exactly what I mean” he spoke again “n-no” you protested, “don’t be stubborn, I have to get you back up there” he yelled with a concerned tone, and you stayed silent “why would you do this” he asked “they were going to execute you” you tried to fight back. “Who gives a damn, there are tons of heroes like me in the world” he said waving his arms, he stopped to look at the rain, your thin clothes already drenched and as much as he would have loved to gaze at how nicely the fabric stuck to your figure, his main priority right now was to seek shelter, and it didn’t help that he already knew that you sprained your ankle during the fall and just wouldn’t admit it, but what he knew for sure was that if you both stayed in the rain any longer it would not be a good start to surviving the night, pacing around he inspected the vast valley, pacing up and down and his frustrations began to build, “you’re a seer, what do we do now” Jason asked and for the first time ever you did not know, you felt frozen in place with actual ice frost grabbing unto your shoes as you tried to breathe, wasting no time, Jason picked you up (bridal style) and began marching, as fast as his legs could go after a while of walking he found a cave.

He placed you on the ground gently, feeling sorry for your drenched state but still finding so much beauty in you. Using your hands you parted your hair, showing off your crystal like eyes fixated on his, “thank you” you said softly and Jason actually turned into a blushing mess right in front of you, he was so out of whack, that while attempting to shield his face from you all he could spout out in response was “I’ll umm start a uhh fire”. It’s not like Jason did not have experiences with girls it was that they were not usually so gentle and kind hearted especially to him, it made his heart flutter without explanation.

Sitting closely to the fire in silence the atmosphere of the cave was tense, “are you normally that rough with all girls” you said staring at the fire, “n-no I was trying to-“ “save me, I know… I’m grateful, but still it felt different” you interrupted him, staring at you own palms before abruptly crawling to his side with eager eyes, and spoke “you’re a hero, does it usually feel like that…. When you save someone”, “what? No, it never feels like that, whenever I save someone, it’s usually just for fun or as a duty, this was different” Jason said staring at his own palms, “duties suck” you added before laying your head on Jason’s shoulder, at first he tended up so hard if you weren’t so oblivious you could almost hear how nervous he was but after a few moments he relaxed himself fully and your soft body felt amazing.

For the next few days both you and Jason got to know each other better although neither of you had confessed their feelings you found comfort in one another, the pit was hellish with such little to eat but compared to the past traumas in both your lives this predicament was a vacation, without reception Jason could not reach the titans all he knew was that they were still on the island because he had you so they would come eventually, to make matter worse your ankle never healed and with every passing day the pit got colder, on this particular day, your thin fabric clothing was doing you no favours, insisting you were fine your body shivered, unwilling to deal with your stubbornness Jason took off his leather jacket and dumped it on your head, you reluctantly put it on, feeling his body heat and smelling his cologne up close, it actually smelt good.

Later that night you were restless, tossing and turning at your side of the cave, “something wrong princess” he asked, that was a new one, putting your hands to your face you turned away from him “I can’t sleep is all” you spoke and after a few moments of awkward silence Jason finally replied “then why not come sleep over here, promise I’m comfortable”, reluctantly you scooted beside him, sitting you tried to imagine how you would make this work exactly, when suddenly you felt the pressure of his hand at the back of your head gently guiding your head to his chest, which to be honest was surprisingly comfortable, once asleep you wrapped your arms around him and when sunlight hit your face, determined to remain comfortable you turned away, Jason also still asleep had one hand on your back and the other behind his own head, after what felt like an eternity of peace and silence, you began hearing voices from various directions, “should we wake em” gar said, “they are kinda cute like this” Tim added in his most fan gushing voice ever, feeling irritated and thinking it was Jason messing around you raised your hand to cover his mouth, “gotta agree with Tim there” kory added, “yeah we don’t have time for this, Jason!” Dick ordered, “Jason shut up” you whined, turning further to the other direction, “sorry princess, that’s not me those are my friends, shit friends but still friends” Jason spoken eyes still closed clearly ignoring his rescuers, “we will meet you at age plane then” dick said and the titans left, “but seriously we do have to go” Jason concluded, annoyed you rose up, “so annoying” you muttered, “ahh so you do admit that I am very comfortable to sleep on” he teased, puffing your cheeks and looking away, “your friends are waiting” you tried to get a pass, “not until you admit it and trust me they will not wait forever” Jason said with a half serious tone, “fine, yes you are very comfortable to sleep on” you said rolling your eyes, “see was that so hard” he teased further, “no” with an amused face you shook your head, “atta girl” he concluded and you were more than ready to go, “oh yeah before I forget, do you want to come with me to back to the city” jason asked looking away bashfully, “really?” You asked, “ummm yeah, it’s a bit dangerous, and unstable but it would be….. nice having you around you know” jason tried gathering his words as he scratched the back of his head, “jason I would love to” you said, and you could see the joy spread on Jason’s face, “alright let’s go then” Jason said giving you a piggy back ride, as you both walked off to meet the others.

The end

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #teen titans #robin #red hood #red hood x gender neutral reader #red hood x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood x you

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mangoisms · 1 year

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Gotham war opinions?

honestly seems sooo dumb. and like. Ok disclaimer. i have not actually read it so take all this with a grain of salt because i've only consumed information secondhand through people posting about it (someone made a comprehensive review of what's going on right here) but it just seems silly

like i am a big proponent of the 'batfam' Needing to return to having drama and conflict because the weird push for happy happy nuclear family batfam and no drama whatsoever has had very weird and ooc consequences (looking at you tt making dick call bruce dad) but this particular brand of conflict is just. Dumb. and not what i want in terms of That. and also seems to implicate selina as some kind of mother figure??? to them??? which is so insane and incorrect and butchers her character completely... i mean it seems like the general conflict of her v. bruce is already way out of character but that right there is the final nail in the coffin LMAO i saw those panels of her about jason and i just. selina honey i'm so sorry i know this is not in your heart....

like intuitively i know it will never be like 90s/00s batfam like in bruce wayne: murderer?/fugitive where, when bruce was acting like a bitch and dick was having an issue with that, they got into a fistfight and dick crashed into the display case holding jason's old robin costume during it like?????? we are never going to get that ever again. but i think they're trying. but they're still trying to lean into this nuclear family ideal (or a version of it anyway) where uhhhh mom and dad are fighting LMAO and it's just. idk. it seems bad.

i've also seen and NO ONE quote me on this because it was in passing and again. haven't read it and yes i know i should read it before speculating but i don't have time for that. anyway. i was seeing something about how bruce's evil batman alter ego thing is supposed to like... make up for the abuse he's done to them? like some panel about his 'evil alter ego' calling tim a soldier and the 'real bruce' being like No!!!! That is my son!!! so i feel like it's some weird roundabout way of absolving him of the emotional and physical abuse he's inflicted on them? which is again stupid. and atp too core to his character to really fix other than having a thorough reconciliation which is never going to happen. and then i recently heard about the shit with jason and it's just like. what is going on here. what we doing right now. idk

(also i was seeing something about that alter ego thing being maybe ableist? i can't speak on that but i know that was brought up at some point... also the name origins being a tad suspicious... idk)

but again. haven't read it. just seen other people talking about it and panels. but i do feel reasonably good about concluding that it's not good LMAO

#dc just doesn't know balance anymore #they're swinging to extremes #and its all bad #like og 'batfam' wasn't all happy happy but it wasn't all angsty and depressing #it was better at acknowledging that everyone had their own thing to do on their own time #but when there was a time of need - like no man's land - they would come together #and it wasn't perfect. there were issues. but they had nice moments #i always think about jean-paul and cass's relationship in nml that was like never addressed ever again #anyway. yeah #inbox #anonymous

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wuxiaphoenix · 2 years

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Worldbuilding: Icy Reflections

I don’t care how the calendar marks it. As far as I’m concerned, winter starts when it gets Really Freakin’ Cold. Which it did this past weekend. Call it an arctic blast or a blue norther, it’s really cold.

(Also, it tends to blow ragweed pollen down off the Great Plains, adding allergic injury to insult.)

Extreme cold, like extreme heat, is tailor-made for adding both setting details and increasing the level of difficulty for any situation your characters find themselves in. Both physical and mental. It’s hard to aim when you’re shivering so hard your arms are shaking, and it’s hard to think your way through a clock-is-ticking plan when every thought has to crunch its way through ice-crusted snow in your brain.

Not to mention manual dexterity of the bomb-disarming kind very much depends on your nerves, tendons, and muscles all working fluidly - and that only happens when they’re warm. Exposure to cold robs you of this long before you risk frostbite. It adds tension if your character has to decide when to literally take the gloves off, and if they guess wrong....

Don’t leave out fumbles due to stiff feet, toes, or knees, either. Exercise may help keep your core temperature stable, but if your skin is continually stripped of heat, the joints just under it will not be happy.

And that doesn’t even begin to touch the pure glum and grump that may be affecting your character because everything hurts, or just because they hate being cold. Which led to this....

Jason (burrowing under blankets): I’m not getting up this morning. You can’t make me. There’s snow out there.

Writer: ...I put you in Korea in the spring. There’s no snow on the ground.

Jason: On top of the mountains. I can see it. Anyway spring here is cold as a Gulf Coast winter, and why did I ever think this was a good idea. Why. I mean, even before the dragon.

Writer: Critical saving throw against depression, remember?

Jason: ...Why do you have to think in terms of gamebooks.

Writer: Because good sourcebooks are pure awesome! And I can picture you guys and your world as an Eberron-style sourcebook, artwork and all. Given how bad I usually am with all the visual stuff, that’s got to mean the idea’s working, right?

Jason: Still no excuse for snow.

Writer: I have it on good authority that people get used to the cold. You ought to acclimate in two to three-

Jason: Months?

Writer: Years.

Jason: (Facepalm.)

Writer: At least your knees can take it now?

Jason: Snow. You know what loves snow? Tigers.

Writer: ...Well, yes. The tigers were kind of a given.

Jason: I’d blame Korean historical dramas, except I know you devoured Man-Eaters of Kumaon and never got so much as a nightmare.

Writer: At least you’re not on Lake Baikal?

Jason: Yet.

Writer: Sheesh. You get one little idea for demons rising from the vasty deep of a rift lake and no one trusts you anymore....

Jason: Still not getting up.

Writer: They’ll drag you out. Archery practice. Among other things.

Jason (burrows deeper): They can try.

#creative writing #worldbuilding #origfic

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quillium · 2 years

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Tim and Damian Sharing Robin

Think of it this way: A cafe only needs one barista at a time, but there are multiple baristas who cover different shifts

Scheduling errors where BOTH of them thought they were gonna be Robin that night and the ensuing fistfight

Scheduling errors where both of them thought the OTHER was gonna be Robin and the panic that ensues. Damian planned a trip to the art museum. Tim planned a date with Bernard. Bruce is like “I don’t NEED a Robin” and they’re both like “YES YOU DO”. Jason ends up being Robin. Everyone assumes Robin simply got hit by a magic spell that made him Buff and Twice His Size

Tim and Dami sometimes getting mixed up for each other. Tim is mortified that he’s short enough that people think he might be the same person as his ten year old brother

People who think there’s just one Robin assuming that Robin just brings his sword out when he feels more murdery and his bo staff when he feels less murdery

Bernard being like “I have a conspiracy theory where Red Robin sometimes acts as Robin because of the bo staff, different looks, and different character”. Tim is like. Wow my boyfriend is so smart. Time to gaslight him.

Tim and Dami switching Robin shifts without informing Bruce and letting Bruce be absolutely baffled and off-footed when a different son shows up.

Bruce is like “tonight Tim is Robin so we’ll look into [investigation that requires computer skills]”. Dami shows up and Bruce is like uh oh. This is why Bruce has like 50 different contingency plans, because his children just do stuff without telling him and it destroys all his og plans

One time Tim and Dami switch and Bruce doesn’t notice for a solid 10 minutes because he’s so sleep deprived

Core Four invites Tim to a group get-together so he asks Damian to switch shifts with him, Damian demands a bribe, Tim gives Damian a new set of brushes

Damian wants to go see an animated movie with his art club, tries to ask Dick to ask Tim to switch with him, Tim appears very smug and tries to ask for a favour in turn but then Dick being a DICK says that Tim has to be the “older brother” and “if he’d do it anyways he should just do it” and “as the older brother you can’t take advantage of a ten year old”

Tim: I’m supposed to be MATURE and just allow the switch without forcing you to take my weekend shifts-- Damian: HAH Tim: --BUT I’M NOT MATURE SO TAKE THE WEEKEND SHIFTS SO I CAN STAY WITH THE KENTS ON THE LONG WEEKEND.

Tim and Damian forming a union and presenting their terms and conditions to Bruce saying that they’ll strike unless he agrees. Bruce, exhausted, points out that he has literally been trying for over a decade to get Robin to stop existing and that THEY were the ones to force him to accept them as superheroes. He gives into the union’s conditions anyways.

#dc #batfam #Tim Drake #Timothy Drake #Damian Wayne #Damian al Ghul #sharing robin au #tim and damian: you will have no robin unless you have a movie night with us once a week!#bruce who literally fired dick from robin bc he was scared for dick's health and told tim he refused to have another robin and didn't even #appoint damian as robin and literally only has robin bc his reckless children will go whether he approves or NOT and it may as well be #with his support and supervision so that he can try to keep them safe:#i literally would've had movie night with you anyways bc i love you and also yes please stop being robin please stop #tim and damian BOTH being robin allowing each other to explore more of a normal non-cape life + have better overall health #bruce being so pleasantly surprised by his sons going OUT with FRIENDS and CHOOSING to spend nights at home etc #alfred looks at bruce like. so when are YOU getting a coworker batman. b is like. idk what you're talking about??? i'm fine???#bruce is btw like. in his forties or fifties and his joints are COMPLAINING about all his time as batman #clark shows up one day like 'i can be your coworker batman!!!' and bruce is like #first of all you are already superman. second of all you can't work in gotham. third of all. i refuse.#it's clownery your honour

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symeona · 4 years

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Your Honor, Duke Thomas is insane. Or at least, kind of a thrill seeker and a dumbass.

When all the Batkids tell Bats to FUCK OFF OLD MAN, Duke is like Sure, dude. Tell me what you need. And Bruce is like

Yes Duke, follow the big man in the fursuit. Very wise and sane of you.

The thing is, I don't think Duke is very good at distinguishing between what's dangerous and what's outright idiotic. Trying to outsmart the Riddler? Dangerous. Fighting the Court? Baby wtf r u doing why. Attacking GLs? Baby....

But he's charming and he's a very good kid so it's easy to say hey, he's just a good kid. *Admiral Ackbar voice* It's a trap. Because he just fooled you into believing he has a single brain cell left!!

Now, I do call him the cinnamon roll of the Batfam for one reason, during Robin War he was helping the Nest because it was the right thing to do. But, the entire time his primary focus was finding his family.

Unlike Bruce or Dick, unlike Jason, unlike Steph and all the kids, Duke never had his eyes on revenge or finding answers for WHY his parents had been victims. No extra violence. No bravado just genuine concern.

That concern for others is his core, is everyone in the room feeling okay? And then it's, okay so I found a bomb maybe we should take care of that soon..

Anyway, back to his parents, he wasn't looking for a fight. Unlike the kids that grew up as Robins, he can actually take a step back and not fight when he doesn't need to. He doesn't want answers for why the world can be cruel, I don't think he cares much. He just cares about doing the right thing and the right thing is to keep others safe (and yes that's a different mindset from I MUST REMOVE WHAT'S BAD FROM THIS WORLD OTHERWISE I CAN'T FUNCTION). And that's a guu baby, I love him.

He's insane. He's just not as interested in violence as the rest of them. Or maybe, violence isn't something that comes naturally to him. It'd be nice if writers tried to work that into more stories but I'm done asking for the same shit from DC. .... What's the definition of insanity again?

Anyway that's my case, I haven't read much of Rebirth after Ric so his character might be different now. Who knows.

#duke thomas #batfam #batman #dc comics

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elareine · 3 years

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Tim realizing that since Jason has been in the pit, Jason is always cold. He cant get warm. Tim throws himself into working this out, there has to be something to warm Jason.

Hi, anon, thank you for your patience. I… took the sappy route with this. Since this got longer than 1k, I posted it on ao3, too.

Attempt One

“How’re you doing?”

Tim eyes the bundle in front of him critically. Jason dropped by his safe house thirty minutes ago, teeth chattering after an encounter with Mr. Freeze, and he only looked marginally better. The chattering stopped; that can be a good sign or a very bad one.

Jason gives him a weak grin. “Alright. No danger of turning into an icicle any time soon.”

Hmm. Tim will see that for himself.

When he moves, Jason lifts a hand in protest. “Hey, no—“

Tim completely ignores Jason’s protests—he’d feel worse about it if it wasn’t the only way to handle injured Bats—and sticks his hand between the isolation blanket and Jason’s neck… just to flinch back. “Holy shit!”

“Nah, it’s—“

“It’s hypothermia, is what it is!” Whatever bullshit is coming out of Jason’s mouth, Tim is not listening. “You’re going into shock! We gotta get some extra heat in here, or maybe actually call the hospital; I’m not equipped for this—“

Jason’s hand closes over his mouth. Tim gives him a second to remove it, then he licks it.

Jason just grins. “As I was trying to say: It’s always like that. My body temperature never went back to normal after daying.”

“Nnr?”

“Never.” Jason shrugs. He looks completely unbothered in a way that leaves Tim incensed. That’s just stupid. Did Jason just accept the fact that he’s in constant discomfort as if that’s not a thing there should be—should be—multiple solutions to, what the fuck. Tim is gonna fix this, so God help him.

Tim is so busy coming up with 315 possible solutions that he even forgets to bite Jason’s hand for a moment.

(Only a moment, though. “Ouch!”)

Attempt Two

“I’m not sure how you think piling more blankets on me will help me raise my core temperature.”

“Of course it’s not.”

Jason raises an eyebrow at the three blankets currently on top of him. “Right. Silly of me.”

Tim rolls his eyes. Men. So ungrateful. “Your core temperature is obviously affected. That’s why I brought heating blankets.” Many, many heating blankets. Jason ends up looking somewhat like a disgruntled duck by the end. Tim has pictures to prove it.

Thirty minutes later, Tim takes Jason’s temperature. Still way, way too low for a human. He sighs. That would’ve been too easy, huh.

“You know,” Jason waggles his eyebrows, “there’s a rather more traditional way of warming up under the blanket.”

Tim swats his head. “Keep it in your pants.”

“Even if I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be able to tell under all these blankets,” Jason tells him mournfully.

Tim decides that retreat is the better part of valor. For today. Just until he can stop imagining what Jason could do to… warm up.

Attempt Three

“A hot bath.”

“…you think I haven’t tried that?”

No. No, actually Tim doesn’t, and his expression must adequately convey that cause Jason throws his hands up. “Okay, no, I haven’t, not really. My place isn’t that fancy.”

“It certainly doesn’t have this tub. Now shoo, get out of these clothes.”

“Why, darlin’, you only ever had to ask.” Without ceremony, Jason pulls off his shirt, then begins working on his belt. “Alright, tell me: What makes this tub special?”

“From observation, I conclude that your resistance to high temperatures has also increased,” Tim begins in an excellent mad scientist voice, just to drop it right after. “Or you wouldn’t be able to wear that fucking jacket in summer. So I engineered a tub that will slowly heat up to a temperature just above 50 degrees Celsius.”

“I sure hope so,” Jason grumbles as he climbs in, unabashed in his nudity, “cause right now it’s really fucking cold, babybird.”

Funny cause Tim thinks it’s definitely getting hot in here.

Hoping his face doesn’t heat up—haha—, he looks down at his phone and activates the heat settings on the tub. “At least,” he says thoughtfully, “we don’t have to worry about accidentally causing a heart infarct or anything like with normal freezing victims. I think.”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“We’ll take it slow, anyway.”

Almost two hours later, Jason’s skin is red and wrinkled and covered in glitter from Tim’s bath bomb. He’s still cold to the touch.

Attempt Four

“Tea? Really?”

“You like tea.” Jason has been hanging around Tim’s place often enough that the younger man knows. (If there’s a corner of the top shelf just dedicated to Jason’s favorite blends, well, they don’t talk about it.) “And anyway, this tea is special.”

Jason put down the cup. “Tim.”

“Yes?”

“Tell me you didn’t get this from Ivy.”

“I didn’t get this from Ivy,” Tim recites just a little too dutifully. Truthfully, he hasn’t—it’s of his own creation in the lab—but seeing Jason squirm is just too funny.

“The things I do for you, babybird,” Jason sighs and exes about half of it. When nothing obviously terrible happens, he drinks the rest in small, careful sips.

“Nothing?”

“A hint of chamomile—I get that one, soothing—and… bergamot?”

“Yeah, that’s your favorite, right?” Tim’s taking down notes and is only half-listening. “How do you feel? Any warmer?”

When Jason doesn’t reply right away, Tim does look up. “Jay?”

The older man has a slight smile on his face. “A little warmer, yes.”

Tim brightens and jumps up. Jason lets him stick the thermometer under his tongue without any objection. Tim is a little disheartened when it climbs up to 33°C and stays there, again, though he tries to stay focused on the positives: “I guess it’s a start, though. After all, the perception of warmth is just as or more important than the objective temperature.”

“Uhuh.”

“Also, you didn’t turn green, so that’s good.”

“Tim!”

Attempt Five

“Okay, if this doesn’t work, I don’t even know anymore.”

“Please tell me you’re not hooking me up to electrodes.”

“Sorry, that’s too dumb a lie even for me.” Tim is about to demand that Jason takes his shirt off again—an unfortunate side effect of this type of experiment, really, how terrible that he has to ogle those pecs and abs again—when he pauses. “Wait. Is that… a bad thing?”

Which is terrible phrasing for Is this something that was used to torture you? but Jason seems to get it cause he shakes his head. “Nah, just didn’t know you’re into that.”

“I’m not!” Tim isn’t.

…at least, he doesn’t think he is? There’s certainly something to be said about the inherent homoeroticism of applying gel to another man’s skin and attaching electrodes. He’s so caught up in the entire thing—and the way Jason’s muscles jump and twitch when Tim applies his own brand of stimulant ray to them—that he doesn’t notice how quiet Jason is, too.

However, in the end, the thermometer still reads 33°C.

“Fuck,” Tim mutters. “I really thought I had it.”

“Guess I can put my shirt back on.” Jason makes no move to do so.

“Yeah.” Tim is looking at his notes again, trying to figure out where he went wrong. His joking words at the beginning aside, there are still options, avenues for him to pursue. It’s just that these are the most promising ones, and Tim can’t bear the thought of failure. The idea that Jason will just—will just have to live like this, forever cold and disconnected—

He lifts his face when he hears Jason putting his shoes and jacket on. “You don’t have to leave. I can still—“

“Nah, it’s fine. There’re only so many sex jokes I can make before even I can take the hint,” Jason sighs. “Thanks, though, Tim. I really appreciate the effort.” He turns toward the window.

It takes 4.7 seconds for Tim’s brain to catch up with that, and then another 2.4 for it to convince his body to move.

“Jay! Wait!”

The Solution

The afternoon sun throws golden rays into their bedroom. Tim can feel her rays tickle his face, his eyes, so he turns further into the embrace that’s been offered to him all night. Jason doesn’t wake up, just snuffles out a slight snore and pulls Tim half on top of him as if his boyfriend is some sort of overgrown teddy bear.

Tim snuggles into the crook of Jason’s neck contently. In his opinion, there’s no better place to be: His lover underneath him, chest rising and falling with every breath he takes, warm and alive and here for Tim…

Wait.

Warm. Jason’s warm.

Tim scrambles up and frantically reaches for his bedside, where the damned thermometer has a place of pride after the last time he got sick, and Jason returned the favor by taking his temperature every five minutes.

“Babybird…?” Jason’s voice is rough with sleep. Tim feels a little bad about waking him up, but: !!!!

The thermometer climbs. And climbs. When it stops, it reads 36°C degrees.

“That makes absolutely no sense,” Tim whispers, awed.

“Nope,” Jason agrees amiably. “You’ll figure it out, though. Can I have some more snuggles first?”

On the one hand, Tim is dying to look this up in the literature and maybe talk to someone who knows Lazarus Pits better. This doesn’t make sense scientifically, so there has to be some magic involved, right? Perhaps the pits are more into metaphors than they thought, or—there are so many possibilities, and Tim can’t wait to explore them.

On the other hand… Jason’s looking soft and warm, opening his arms for Tim, and he’s smiling. It’s no contest, really.

Tim presses a kiss to Jason’s cheek and sinks back into his embrace, scientific pursuits forgotten.

#elareine writes #jaytim

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timelesslords · 3 years

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So Under Freezing Stars is finally done 😭I’m incredibly sad it's over but also so happy with the finished product and with the response it's gotten over the past few months <3

I thought it might be fun to compile some little details about the fic- easter eggs and callbacks to the original books, little thematic details and symbols I included, chapter parallels, stuff like that! Everything is below the cut to avoid spoilers, but hopefully y’all find it fun and it’s an interesting way to top everything off :’)

Symbolism/Theme

the first time Annabeth drinks nectar, she can’t put a taste to it. This is because she’s in a transitional period with her identity, where she hasn’t quite solidified a sense of home. When she wakes up after being given nectar for the second time, her mouth tastes like apples because her and Perseus had split one together back on the ship. It’s the first food they shared together after she starts associating him with the concept of home, so the nectar takes on that taste. also apples are a sacred fruit of aphrodite so, ya know ;)

Water plays a big role thematically. There’s the obvious connection to Perseus (whenever Annabeth is looking out into the sea during an unrelated conversation, it’s sort of supposed to indicate that he’s on her mind) but also the more traditional symbolic meanings of water— washing someone/something clean, renewal, rebirth, etc. all of which are themes of the book anyways so it worked out!! Chapters to watch for water symbolism would be 18 and 32 in particular but really anytime there’s an emphasis on the sea

the quote I chose for the epigraph (”Understand this if you understand nothing: it is a powerful thing to be seen”) is from Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi, one of my favorite books! In the context of Freshwater, this quote is when the main character (spoiler) meets someone from their culture who helps them realize they’re a god. It just felt like a particularly perfect way to start off the story, given how many parallels there are to that moment in Freshwater to the entirety UFS. Even without context it frames the story of one of self discovery, but particularly self discovery in tandem with another, which is exactly what I think UFS is about at its core. Freshwater is an incredible book that I owe so much to in terms of inspiring UFS thematically and I def recommend it, though please look up TWs for it beforehand bc it does contain a lot of triggering content.

another more obvious meta thing, the chapter titles switch from Latin to Greek after Annabeth realizes she’s Greek and not Roman

Chapter Parallels

ch20 is called divinity because Annabeth views the sex as akin to a religious awakening— sleeping with her lover is both an act of worship and a revelatory experience wherein she comes to terms with the godly side of her identity. But chapter 33 is called mortal because the thing that makes them special together isn’t necessarily their parentage or their godliness, it’s their humanity. Gods can’t bare their souls to one another because they don’t have one. But mortals— vulnerable and breakable as they are— have that advantage, and when they sleep together the second time Annabeth is fully cognizant and appreciative of that fact.

The drooling in sleep thing is obviously a callback to the OG books (it’s such an iconic first line I had to include it somehow lol) but it also has a thematic parallel (one that Annabeth actually points out within the narrative). That was one of the first moments she recognized he was human and not some unattainable figure, so it comes back to her later in ch33 when she's thinking about their mortality

In ch14, Piper offers to fix Annabeth’s hair as a peace offering. In ch33, Perseus untangles her hair for her because the idea of doing it herself is overwhelming for her. I just really like the idea of caring for someone else’s hair being an act of love towards that person :’)

Easter Eggs/OG Book Callbacks

Blackjack asking for fried dough at the end of chapter 4 is a reference to him always asking for donuts in the original books (yes I did google “did they have donuts in ancient rome” for that lol)

The way they fight the hellhound in ch6 (Percy distracting in the front and Annabeth sneaking around the back) is their go-to fighting strategy in the books, which Percy comments on in BOTL

Obviously Jason passing out every 30 seconds is a reference to Jason getting knocked out like 3x a book in HOO (#brason)

Fai turning into a lizard in the Athens chapter is a callback to Frank the Iguana from MOA

the masthead of the ship being a dragon is meant to be reminiscent of Festus

Other stuff!

Chapter 16 is named calm and chapter 17 is named storm bc 16 is the calm before the (literal) storm

Annabeth saying “is your head full of kelp” to percy in ch13 is the closest I could feasibly get to her calling him seaweed brain lol. I think in chapter 15 she also comments to herself that she feels like his brain is made of seaweed sometimes <3

When Annabeth decides to let Jason and Piper wake up on their own instead of waking them up herself in ch32, it’s sort of a callback to previous comments she’s made about Jason not being a morning person. She’s still scared that he’ll be mad at her, and she doesn’t want to exacerbate that by waking him up early because she knows he’s in a worse mood in the morning.

In the final conversation with Jason, Annabeth says “you’re always too hard on yourself” which is kind of a play on her last words to Luke in the original books (“you always pushed yourself too hard”). I don’t know why but I’ve always really liked that line, it feels very Annabeth, so I wanted to include it somehow. Jason isn’t dying but she does love him like a brother so that felt like a good place for it to go.

something to generally look out for is how reliable or not reliable Annabeth’s narration is. She’s not like a Holden Caufield where she straight up lies to the audience, but her thoughts and observations are not always the most true version of what’s going on. This is probably most obvious in the Luke conflict (particularly chapters 21 and 23) but also when she has to read other people’s emotions and make assumptions about what they’re thinking based on that. A lot of times she’s straight up wrong and just doesn’t realize it (this is particularly relevant in ch14 lol)

another general thing to look at is chapter titles, particularly in the second half of the book. A lot of times the title of the chapter is one of the main themes of the story and that chapter is either an important plot point for that theme or a resolution of it!

That’s all I can think of right now! I might update this later if I remember more but this is already stupidly long lol. I would apologize for turning my fic into an English assignment but if you made it this far you probably thought it was at least a little interesting, so 😂

thank you guys again for reading <3 love you all!

#UFS #percabeth #don't read this until you read the ending!#i just had to post it now so I could link it lol #last chapter is coming in 2 minutes!

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can anybody please explain the appeal of tim drake because ive been into the batfamily for a while now and tbh im really confused on why people like his character so much compared to the other robins. like they all have their own thing going on and he just... doesnt?

Have you read his Robin solo? Because if not and you want to try to like him but just don’t understand why people do, that’s what I’d recommend. That and like, Young Justice 1998.

Because Tim definitely... does have his own thing going on. Maybe not in the same way as the others, but like, there’s a reason he has a 183 issue long solo comic that ran for like 16 years: he was fun to read about!

But I will give some more specific thoughts on the subject as a Tim Drake Appreciator™ (this got long im sorry)

The appeal of Tim (especially early on Tim) is kinda the fact that he’s this more normal kid. For a while that is his ‘thing’. He was basically designed to be a self-insert (he definitely became more than that along the way, but from the start he was meant to be relatable) in a different way than how Dick and Jason had been before him.

Like the role of Robin from the start was this way to create a character young readers could identify with more, could see themselves in more. And Dick and Jason did that, but they still had this element to their lives and stories that was more... unattainable for the average reader. Dick was a circus prodigy, Jason was either also a circus prodigy if we remember pre-crisis or if we go with his post-crisis story he’s this street-wise orphaned kid who had a really tough life but still went on to be a hero anyways. Obviously those lives are relatable for some people, but those’re definitely not as broadly recognized as common upbringings especially not by DC trying to market to the ‘average’ kid/young teen.

But the creation of Tim changed the game a bit. Dick and Jason were these aspirations a kid could look to like ‘wow I want to be cool like that!’ but Tim was a Robin designed for kids to look at and go ‘wow, his problems and civilian life are just like mine AND he’s a hero, I want to be cool like that!’, ya know? Tim was... just a clever kid with an average life who managed to connect some dots and had enough drive to want to fix things he saw were a problem, he didn’t have the same kind of heightened drama backstory the others did. The Robins that came after Tim definitely didn’t have this idea of relatability in mind the same way either. Unfortunately Steph’s time as Robin was much more of a marketing ploy than an actual like... decision to make her Robin, so it’s hard to really fit her into this conversation. But Damian from the start was first of all initially created not to be Robin but just as the son of Talia and Bruce back in the 80’s, but when he was later reimagined into the character that would become Robin he had the whole ‘raised by and is the heir to the league of assassins and is the son of batman’ thing going on still. He just was not supposed to be relatable that same way, he was a character designed with different things in mind.

I really think it was more just DC’s 90′s era younger-audience comics in general that tried to push that relatability thing (like in YJ how Cissie even after quitting the team stays a major character as a civilian throughout, and the civilian aspect that’s super present in Bart’s 90s solo too, etc), but later in the 2000’s that idea was definitely pushed to the side in favor of... putting in even more dramatic superhero-y stuff.

And the other thing that’s... such a more normal thing but it actually made him unique here, was that Tim’s dad was still alive until like 2004 (so 15 years into Tim being around as a character). This gave Tim a lot more typical ‘family school girlfriends normal life etc’ problems on top of/in contrast with his superhero problems. These just manifested in very different ways than they could with the other Robins because of that unique situation with a living civilian parent who doesn’t know about hero stuff (until he did find out which lead to that whole Unmasked thing, but there was only the brief time around War Games & Identity Crisis where Jack knew Tim was actively Robin and he was... still alive) Tim also had his life at school expanded way more than most other Robins, like, he had such an extended supporting cast of civilian friends which is a really interesting thing to read about (and the fact that he hasn’t had that stuff since the New 52 I think really hurts his character)

And then related to that loss of his dad... Personally another thing about Tim that really interests me is how a lot of things were more... his choice. if that makes sense. A lot of characters in the Batfamily were struck with tragedy/extreme trauma before they became heroes and that’s what spurred them into this life of becoming heroes. Tim’s situation wasn’t like that at all! When he first got involved in everything during Lonely Place of Dying, the only tragedy he’d experienced was watching Dick’s tragedy happen. Which sure yes traumatic obviously, but that’s not the same as how pretty much all the other Bats had gone through these very personal losses or other sorts of very first-hand personal traumas that served as motivators. Tim didn’t start to experience those things until after he got involved in the hero life, and aside from his Mom’s death which was more of just an unrelated incident (that technically happened before he was officially Robin but it was during his time training to become Robin), pretty much all these other tragedies and things... would not have happened or been experienced by him had he not become Robin.

That’s not me placing blame on him or anything like that, because god no that’s not how that works, but it’s very interesting because from his point of view he definitely feels that guilt because he knows him being Robin played a role in a lot of it (Thinking specifically about in Adventure Comics #3 when Kon even says “I know what guilt does to you” to him like it’s... it’s a thing with him!). His dad was murdered because he was Robin. He only met Steph and started dating her through being Robin, and thus he would not have experienced the loss of his girlfriend dying like that had he not been Robin. Tim met both Conner and Bart through being Robin, and would not have had a personal connection to them when they died otherwise. The whole Bruce’s death thing after Final Crisis, like. I could go on honestly, that was only talking about losses not even his own experiences nearly getting killed, but yeah, all these personal tragedies were experienced by him specifically because he chose to bring himself into this life, which I think in turn plays into how throughout his comics you see him go from having this really optimistic view on things and being really hopeful to seeing him at that low point he reaches by the time of Red Robin. (thinking about that one post that points out how Tim started out in the 90′s as an optimist and Steph a cynic and by the time they were Red Robin and Batgirl in 2009 they had switched outlooks...)

I also think that him having had such a great team book with the original Young Justice can help contribute to people liking him. His friendships with the rest of the core four and that team in general are really compelling. (and that’s something like again when looking at the other Robins, while Dick had the Titans ofc, Jason never really found footing with a team outside of like one mission with the Titans and then We All Know How Damian’s Teen Titans Stuff Went. Steph also only ever really worked with a team outside the batfam on very brief occasions) and even though I’m not as big of a fan of the 2003 Teen Titans run that came after YJ, people who read Young Justice and also that could follow and be attached to those same characters over a pretty decently long period of time.

Idk man, I don’t really have an ultimate point here i’m just rambling. I can definitely understand not seeing the appeal to him right away (honestly i’ve been into Batfam since like 2013/2014 and Tim did not become one of my faves until 2020) especially if like... idk when you say ‘into the batfamily’ that can mean a lot of different things. If you’re reading more like the bigger events with the batfam sure Tim can kinda fade into the bg a bit, if you’re more talking about fanon the fanon version of him is prettyyyyy uhhhhh not really the same as how he was in pre New 52 canon, if you’re mainly reading New 52 era Batfam stuff then that Tim I also don’t understand the appeal of bc thats Not My Boy, if you’re interested in a different member primarily and only familiar with Tim when he shows up in things focused on that other character then it’s easy to not really understand the appeal right away bc he’s more there to support that character rather than shine in his own right.

I think it’s also worth mentioning he’s just not everybody’s cup of tea, and that’s totally fine. Like, these are fictional characters and sometimes you just will vibe with a character and sometimes you won’t! idk if this helped at all or even made sense. but yeah. I just think he’s neat 😌

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