#cause jason literally ruined it all

[amomentsescape]

Slashers handling ovulating s/o?? 😚

Btw I love your work so much! You’re amazing

Slashers with Ovulating! Reader

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo

Warnings: MDNI, suggestive and mature content (It gets pretty steamy but nothing too crazy)

A/N: Definitely the most NSFW fic I've posted on this page. As a reminder, I don't write smut so this will probably be as steamy as I get for my posts. But this was a fun request, and I enjoyed writing for it! Thank you, Anon!

Freddy Krueger

Your dreams give you away

(Yes, he'll watch your dreams if he's not already controlling them; there's no privacy with this man)

And he's very interested in these dreams you've been having recently

It only takes a couple for Freddy to quickly snap

You'll go to sleep one night only to find yourself immediately in Freddy's domain

The setting and environment feeling very familiar somehow

You won't see him at first, but you'll definitely feel him around you, his voice echoing around the dreamscape

"Wanna make those dreams come true, baby?" he cackles throughout the darkness

Before you'll be able to respond, you'll feel his hand slide over your waist

The question was mostly out of politeness

He's not going to let you say no now that he has you (not that you were going to anyways)

Michael Myers

He picks up on everything in an instant

Your smell, your actions, your voice- literally everything is screaming at him

Now, Michael has a lot of self-discipline

He could just go about the day like usual and not need to indulge in anything

But he wants to

Don't mistaken this for "giving in"

It's just another way for him to put himself in control

You're just so desperate for him that he can just about get away with anything he wants

A simple touch has you weak in the knees, a slap on the ass has you arching your back

He could just absolutely ruin you these next few days

And he is very much planning on doing so

Jason Voorhees

Jason is fairly innocent when it comes to this sort of topic with you

But unlike Bubba, he does pick up on your teasing after a bit, he's just too flustered to do anything back

He loves the attention, but the way you're making him feel is causing him to freeze up and blush wildly under his mask

He knows you love him, but he can't understand how someone like you could possibly desire someone like him

He can't even hold eye contact with you when you're looking at him like that

When you've finally grown too impatient, you'll hop on his lap and grab his cheek, forcing him to look at you

He'll give you a big sigh and concerned eyes, silently asking if you're sure

"Jason. I want you. I want you and only you."

Those words must have been laced with magic, because a switch flips, and he's suddenly standing up, holding you bridal style

He'll toss you onto the bed and crawl on top, suddenly more confident than earlier

Looks like all he needs is a little bit of reassurance during this time of the month

Thomas Hewitt

It might just be the primal side of him, but he can literally smell it

Your pheromones during this time of month are always consistent to the point that he anticipates this weeks in advance

He lingers around you more often than normal (which isn't saying much since he stays near you 99% of the time anyways)

He's just waiting for the moment that you'll let him take a bite

And if you bump into him just slightly, his breath hitches and he'll freeze, hoping maybe you'll turn that bump into something more

Stands a little too close to you so he can breathe in your scent

But he's also hoping it'll increase the chance of you rubbing up against him on "accident"

This only makes things worse for the both of you until you two are finally alone together

All you have to do is give him that look, and he's throwing you over his shoulder, locking you two away for the night

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is a very innocent man

He didn't even really know what the concept of "sex" was before you

So unfortunately for you, pulling out all stops will quite literally do nothing

You could stand there completely bare in front of him, and he'll sweetly think you want to shower

That's not to say you're constant touches and flirting don't do anything for him

They do, he just doesn't understand what that feeling is yet

When you finally get to be alone with him, you'll gently let your hands wander, watching carefully at his reactions

Once you hit a sensitive spot, you'll know

His breath will hitch and he'll give you this soft, pleading look

And once you kiss him, that fire inside him will quickly engulf his body

You just have to give him a sweet questioning glance, and he'll be feverishly nodding his head, grabbing at your wrists to continue

Brahms Heelshire

To be honest, whether or not your ovulating doesn't really change how Brahms acts around you day to day

Because he is always down bad for you

But he does appreciate how quickly you seem to return his advances during this time of the month

He enjoys turning it into some sort of game when he can too

You'll feel his breath on your neck, only to be met with an empty room

You'll feel his gaze on you all throughout the house without a single sight of his whereabouts

When you finally have had enough, you'll break

Turning on the shower peaks his interest

And the moment he sees that first button of your top open, he's revealing himself from the walls

You've been working so hard for him today

He thinks it's time for you to finally relax

Norman Bates

Norman knows before you do

The sweet man tracks your cycles for you, always wanting to be prepared to care for you in the way you need

But this time of month isn't one where he feels too bold

He becomes even more shy somehow, having trouble holding eye contact

Every kiss or hug from you sets him aflame, and he turns into a blushing mess

It's honestly like he's the one who's ovulating

And all you have to do is hold him for just a little bit too long and whisper in his ear to make him break

He'll quite literally fall to his knees in front of you, waiting for anything

He'll do whatever it is you ask

Like I said, he wants to care for you in any way you need

Billy Loomis

He tries to be smug about everything

You're more affectionate than normal, even doing some PDA that he's not used to from you

He just acts like his usual self out in public

But the moment you two are alone, he confronts you

He'll pin you against the door, his free hand wandering across your skin while he looks at you with dark eyes

"You think I can't see what you're doing? It's not very nice of you to be such a tease."

His voice is barely above a whisper while his grip on you tightens

His wandering hand finds the most sensitive spot on you and squeezes, causing you to let out a whimper

He smiles in return

"You're going to have to do better than that to make it up to me," he whispers, leaning in gently

Stu Macher

Look at this guy

He literally can't keep his tongue in his mouth (sorry, bad joke)

He can tell something is up though

You're more cuddly than usual, practically sitting on his lap at all points during the day

And Stu does not mind one bit, but he isn't sure what's gotten into you

You're hoping he'll take the hint, but he's as oblivious as he is happy

It's only when you straddle his lap and kiss him deeply that he understands what's going on

His hands are on you in an instant

He'll happily oblige to your "demands"

Just be careful when and where you decide to break though

Because the moment you open that door, Stu will be having you in that instant

And if he has to pull you into a broom closet in public to do so...

He will

Vincent Sinclair

Despite barely seeing the light of day most of his life, he's fairly knowledgeable about everything

But unlike his brother, he doesn't really get driven up the wall by this time of the month

He just wants you to be happy, so if being flirted with and touched every two seconds is what you want, he'll happily go along with it

Even though his face feels like it's going to burn off again every time

He won't initiate anything, but he also won't say no to anything you do

Just guide his hands and tell him what you need, and he'll be helping you out instantly

He doesn't even expect anything in return

But when you smile at him just like that, his brain might short circuit

He'll be your slave if you ask nicely

Bo Sinclair

Bo is, well, Bo

He sometimes acts like he can't tell or that he's too "deep" into his work at the moment to be bothered

But he knows

And he loves the feeling of being needed and desired

You'll come up to him, hugging him for a bit too long, your hands lingering on his chest and torso

He likes to play coy

He wants to see you break first

He'll happily make it worse for you too

Hands on your waist, a gentle caress of your neck, that piercing gaze of his

He can see your face flush and body practically tremble at his actions

But he won't do anything about it

It won't be until the end of the day when he finally comes back home to find you already waiting at the door

You about have to throw yourself onto him before that smile finally breaks out onto his face

"So impatient, aren't we darlin'? Gonna show me just how badly you need me?"

[luludeluluramblings]

Okay, I'm so sorry but I'm laughing at an alternate timeline for pregnant Reader in my head.

Cause imagine if Jason had won the pole and the story had continued as it's been written thus far? If Jason found out he got Reader pregnant after she beat the shit out of him for eating the gender reveal cake? Finding out he's having a son because he ruined the surprise for Reader would be a hell of a rollercoaster. The guilt would be even worse.

And because he wouldn't know that Reader doesn't remember it was him she slept with? He's going to assume he's been such an ass that she wasn't going to let him be in the kid's life. That she was hoping he'd be a deadbeat or was planning on moving out before having the baby so he'd never get the chance to be near them.

He's making up scenarios that keep getting worse, but Reader literally doesn't know he's the dad.

Hey, this isn't what you had in mind. But, it's been sitting in my drafts for a good long while. So enjoy.

Jason's POV on THAT night if he had won the Poll for the Pregnant!Reader Fic.

Warning: Technical Pseudo-Incest (Reader DID NOT grow up with the BatFamily), Fem!Reader, NSFW themes, Yandere themes

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In Jason’s defense, he was an idiot. He never claimed to be the smartest Robin. Never claimed to have it all figured out. He had street knowledge, but that didn’t mean shit if you couldn’t pick up the context clues of a delicate situation.

He’d been in a foul mood for nearly three months. Since that night you didn’t remember. The night were you drunk and giggling after coming home from a party. Gave him an adorable glare before climbing in his lab and demanding he explain why he hated you.

Oh, he didn’t hate you, Princess. Himself? Yes. But, you? Not one single bit.

Now, he wasn’t stupid enough to have a rough fuck right there in the middle of Bruce’s living room. He had more self control and more willpower than that.

So, he did his duty as Bruce’s ward and hauled your ass to your room over his shoulder. Listening to you squeak and squawk with a smirk on his face.

And, then you started giggling. Fuck, he loved your giggling. So fucking cute. He may have accidentally squeezed your legs to fight himself for wanting to choke you in a hug.

He could feel himself slipping into hell as soon as he heard that little moan you let out from his grip.

He couldn’t just drop you and runaway either like a saint would. No, he had to see this through.

And, he did. Passing through your door like they were the gates of Heaven and gently setting you on your bed like it was your personal cloud. Because he couldn’t let himself be rough with you. Just couldn’t.

But, it was over the moment you kissed his cheek so fast your teeth grazed his skin.

Completely over for him.

The next morning he snuck out as soon as he felt you stir. Wanting to hold you as long as possible. Leaving you to wonder where those loving bruises had come from.

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A/N: I'll be going in a different direction when I write the AU Pregnant!Reader where one of the Bat Boys is the baby daddy, so as I said enjoy. This mostly just to play around with Jason's character.

[witherby]

Everyone immediately folding to mouse is adorable

Omg mousey that’s so cute

Ooooo imagine everyone’s reactions if mouse gets bullied when they’re older

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That's an excellent thought experiment! Let's play around with that scenario!

What would everyone do if you were being bullied at school?

Featuring: a black eye, a concerned/angry Batfamily, a doting Justice League, and a kid who fucked around and is about to find out.

Alfred:

He's the information collector. He's calling the school. He's asking to see the footage from the incident that sent you home with a black eye. He's firing your body guard. He's reigning in your youngest brother so he won't storm the elementary school and start throwing down with every adult in sight. He's fetching the cold compress and extra blankets. He's prepping your favorite snacks. Anything you require, Flittermouse, you just need ask. Grandpa is livid, but he's also keeping everybody's lids from blowing.

Bruce:

He's walking right out of an important meeting (like, multi-billion with a B dollar investment type of meeting) and driving straight home to assess the damage. Daddy's here, let him see, tell him what happened, Mouse. Bruce stays home for the rest of the day with you, honestly kind of overdoing it with the fussing and babying, but his arms are so secure around you and his heartbeat in your ear is so steady, which you love. In the short bursts of time he lets you go, it's to call Commissioner Gordon to pursue charges against the school and the family of the kid that gave you a shiner. He doesn't need Batman for this; Daddy's got it handled.

Dick:

No worries allowed! No tears allowed! Big Bro Dicky is all smiles and distractions. When Bruce gets too suffocating, he's there to take over and take you someplace fun. You wanna hit up the playground? Done and done, hop in his car. You want ice cream from that one vendor downtown? Sure, get the biggest size and as many flavors as your tummy can fit. Bet that nasty bruise doesn't hurt as bad with all these cool distractions, huh? It's mind over matter, Flitty. You'll be okay, pinky promise.

Tim:

Your cool brother Tim's orchestrating the narrative. What do you want, Mouse? You want that kid expelled? He can do it, say the word. You want him just suspended for a couple days? Done. Easy work. Child's play. You want him to systematically ruin his and his parents' social standings among the Gotham Elite until their names are worth little more than the dirt under the boots of this city? Because he can do that, too. If you want. No biggie. Oh, you just want to be cuddled and marathon Bluey for a while? Hell yeah, M, settle in, we're using the theater room for this. He'll whisper cool facts about the show to you in between the credits while you share the popcorn.

Jason:

Your actually cool brother is gonna ruffle your hair and give you a pep talk about bullies, conflict resolution, and the best ways to handle a situation like this if it ever happens again. He's also gonna teach you how to throw the nastiest right hook anybody's ever seen. With the right technique you could fell a grown fuckin' man, Mousey. Just cause that's your nickname doesn't mean you have to have the matching demeanor. You're gonna come back from this with your chin up and, if need be, your fists clenched. You don't have to pick up the vigilante mantle to avoid becoming a victim. Maybe he'll... also buy you a stuffie and teach you how to milk your injury for extra goodies, whatever. All his tips and tricks don't need to be based in violence!

Damian:

Oh man. This boy's got no chill when it comes to you, for real. He's spent so many years being the baby of the family and that was never a title he wanted. Now here comes you, who used to be an actual, literal baby, growing up faster than anybody wants, and you've come home hurt? Give him the name of the pathetic whelp that dared lay a hand against you, Flit. He'll make them pay dearly. He's your big brother. He's your protector. He's come to love you like a blood sibling, and he won't stand for any injustice committed against you. Damian's hands are rated E for Everyone; he'll punch out a child without hesitation and make them wish they'd never even thought about touching you.

Of course, the Justice League is your family, too! They used to look forward to seeing Bruce bring you to the Watchtower in your little car seat and portable playpen. They come to all your birthday parties. They're your aunties and uncles through and through.

Hal:

Uncle Hal (who eventually becomes your step-dad Hal, or Papa) is sympathetic. He used to get into fights at school, too. His more down-to-earth advice for dealing with the problem — ironic, considering his intergalactic occupation — is really helpful. Sometimes you just need a comforting squeeze, a kiss on the forehead, and a classic everything will be A-okay, kiddo. You just gotta take life one step at a time and don't let it keep you down. 10/10 most reasonable and normal reaction to the whole thing, honestly.

Diana:

Y'know I think she's only slightly more chill about it than Damian. She's infuriated that any mere mortal would dare harm your previous head. She's trying to convince Bruce to grant her temporary custody so she can take you to Themyscira for intensive warrior training. She's offering to end the bloodline of the soul that caused you injury. She's commending your fortitude and the fact that a black eye isn't dissuading you from going back to school tomorrow. She will go to battle about it if you just ask.

Clark:

Baffled that children are this cruel. (<- This motherfucker was getting bullied way harder than you did when he was your age, but his invulnerability made it really easy to deal with and he just pretended to be hurt by his aggressors.) He's offering to fly you to the Kent family farm to hang out with the animals for a day in a nice, quiet environment. He's gonna give you a little pep talk like Hal did, but again, he's invulnerable, so it's going to sound disingenuous coming from Uncle Clark. It's the thought that counts, though. Thanks man.

Long story short: you're getting bullied and injured. It's blown just a little out of proportion, but you feel no less loved for it, and you can rest assured that it won't happen again.

[ocielsdemon]

Jason Todd Imagine

Expressing himself with f!reader

TW: creampie, p in the v (get it over with guys reader is on birth control)

minors dni!

Okay so, Jason Todd wouldn’t directly say those three words you yearn for often. However, he would literally express himself in small gestures.

“Hey, Jason?” You called out to him one day as you went through your Pinterest feed, spotting an orange cat reminded you of something you found today.

“Yeah?” His nonchalant tone was visible, his eyes were focused on wiping the blood off his ak-47.

“I saw the cutest orange cat in the alleyway!” Your cheerful voice happily exclaimed as you turned to face him. He raised his head slightly, your choice of words catching him off-guard.

He’d question why you were in the alley in the first place, a bit upset, and would ask you not to go back there again. “It’s too dangerous in those alleys, don’t go back there again. You got it?” His acerbic tone was noticeable, causing a slight sting in your chest.

The next day, however, once you returned to your shared apartment you’d find five cats roaming freely around the apartment.

He could only envision the gleam of happiness in your eyes, the way your beautiful smile and slight tint of red on your cheeks would form once your eyes landed on the cats he caught from the alleyway.

Oh yes, he rescued and made sure those cats were vaccinated.

His tiny gestures in buying multiple of your favorite snacks, his gentle touch on your shoulder or holding your hand, and playful banter between the two are his ways of saying “I love you.”

However, if we were to talk about bed-wise.

After a boring late night patrol, he wasted no time rushing home and slamming his cock into your tight pussy the moment he saw you. He loves the thrill of it all, loves to absolutely ruin you.

His cock would be buried deep into your sloppy wet cunt ramming his cock into your tight hole with powerful thrusts. Squelching noises filing up the room with the head board slamming against the wall, leaving indents.

Jason is holding you in his arms, his neck buried in your shoulder and your arms wrapped around his back, digging crescent moons with your nails, his cock would be twitching once he felt the tears drop from your eyes down to his shoulders.

Your quiet sobs filled his ears as he buried his cock deep inside you, his balls tightening as his hot cum fills your womb, you scratching his back as he groans in your ear how much he fucking loves you.

“I love you. You heard that? Did my princess hear that?” He would groan out, his heavy breathing right by your ear. You would rapidly nod your head in response, but he knew your orgasm had not yet arrived.

Jason was sensitive as shit. That, however, did not stop him from sloppily thrusting his sensitive cock into you. He was now facing you, staring into your teary red eyes and one free hand rubbing your sensitive swollen bud.

Your orgasm would soon approach, rippling waves of pleasure causing your toes to curl and back to arch. That mischievous grin would proudly appear as he stared down at your quaking figure.

“I love you too, Jason.”

[demon-at-peace]

DP + DC Danny/Dick p2

so hello here’s a p2 of this, cause people wanted more and I thought it would be fun. You should probably read the p1 for it to make sense.

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Jason spent several minutes staring at the driveway before he looked at the others wearing the same shell shocked expression. “Dicks dating someone?" he asks them.

"I guess?" Tim answers, "did you know?"

"Of course not!" Jason retorts.

"That's hardly the issue, we need to know who Richards paramour is," Damian announces looking stricken.

"Sh*t he's right, we need to give him a shovel talk," Jason agrees, "Babs did you get his face on camera?"

"Of course I did, and yes I've already run him, looks like he's dating one Daniel Fenton, living at 232 Anderson Ave, Apartment 24," she answers easily.

"Sweet, thanks Babs, come on Dami hurry up!" Jason yells as they pile into the car. They rip out of the drive way with almost as much speed as Danny had.

They make their way to the apartment breaking every possible speed limit. And clamber out in a rush, pushing open the doors and heading up the stairs. It's almost a race, Jason in the lead, Tim and Damian shortly behind them.

They burst into the apartment and are suddenly on the ground. "I told Danny this would happen," a young female voice says. Tim glares in offense at the green furry thing pinning them down.

"What is it? Jason mumbles as he tries to sit up but finds himself stuck.

"CUJO UP!" the voice yells again and the furry mass jumps up so they are able to sees it's a massive green... dog? "Small Cujo," the girl, who they can now see looks like adoption bait commands. And the dog shrinks. "Good boy," she coos. Then she trust to glare at them. "What are you doing here?" she demands.

"Who are you?" Jason asks instead of answering the question. "And what is that?"

"I'm Ellie, Danny's sister, or cousin, or maybe my daughter? I don't know? Our relationship is kinda weird, I'm here to prevent you from ruining his date though. " she crosses her arms "And that as you so kindly called him, is Cujo."

At his name Cujo jumps up growing bigger so he can plant slobbery kisses on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry about my brother, he doesn't understand animals are as intelligent as a human," Damian snorts. Jason groans, Damian's love for animals had clearly overpowered his urge to demand answers from the girl. "By the way what breed is he?"

"Actually just a normal German Shepard, his unusual capabilities is because he's a ghost," She explains.

"A ghost?" Jason asks bewildered.

"Oh crap he told you literally nothing, wait did he just speed off?" she asks.

"Yes," Tim admits with pursed lips.

"That's gold!" she cackles. "Anyhow yeah Cujo's dead, Danny's kinda dead, like died and came back, and died and came back, like a bunch so now he's like Schrodinger's cat, both dead and alive. I'm like that too, and so is Dan. Don't worry though Jazz is fully alive, I think.....:"

"What?" Tim asks just shocks.

"It doesn't matter," Damian waves him off and continues giving the dog scratches.

"Yes it does! She said that the dog's dead Dami!" Jason groans. "That dog that belongs to Danny, Dicks boyfriends, who we need to find?"

"Right," Damian agrees but doesn't stop petting Cujo.

"You really are an idiot," Ellie giggles "No way in hell are you ruining my brothers proposal," she glares.

"P-proposal?" Tim chokes out staring at her in shock. "What the heck? We haven't even met Danny?"

"Ugh DAN!" she shouts, within seconds an elder boy who looks just like her is there.

"Oh it's Dick's family, wait did you spill the bean about the proposal? Ellie come on, we told you to keep it quiet!" Dan complains.

"I'm a blabber mouth, you know that, I kept it from Dick at least," she pouts crossing her arms, Cujo leaves Damian and licks her face in an attempt to cheer her up.

"Tell us where they are? You all have clearly done something to Dick, he would tell us if he was dating someone!" Damian argues.

"... Pfft- AHAHAH" she cackles, "You think we did something to him?" she asks laughing even as she says it. "Please as if, your bats aren't you? You don't talk to each other, I'v heard birdy's rants," Dan rolls his eyes.

"See he wouldn't just compromise his identity to anyone!" Jason stares them down. "And why do you call him birdy?"

"Danny came up with it like four years ago, Birdy was showing of his tricks and Danny decided he must have hollow bones, so he's a bird, really he got lucky Danny almost called him Tweety bird instead of Silly bird." Ellie says with a grin.

"Fine we won't mess with it," Tim relents, "but we want some damn background information."

"Jazz," Ellie says at once.

Dan nods "We need Jazz, I'll get her." He salutes and falls backwards through a portal.

"What the actual fuck?" Jason asks, though Cujo jumps on him the second he swears. "Huh?" he asks dazed once again pinned down by the massive dog.

"Danny trained him to pin Dan down when he swears, apparently you look enough like him for Cujo to jump you," Ellie giggles.

"Get him off me" Jason grumbles.

"You can wait for Jazz," Ellie shrugs,

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this was so fun to write, and It made my day, which consisted of a presentation I definitely failed, and a breakdown, so yeah glad i got to write this.

Also @itsbushytailedfox cause they wanted to be tagged if I did a second part.

edit: we have a part three here

Bye :)

[athenagc94]

Dear Daddy Long Legs - Chapter 18

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

TW: Blood and injury (tending to a wound), slight body dysphoria

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Chapter 18

Well, this wasn’t how he expected his night to go.

Your little stunt caused a scene. Shoving a curio cabinet over would do that. By the time people filtered out into the hall, you were long gone, leaving Jason as the prime suspect with Luca hanging limp from his closed fist and a mess of priceless antiques broken at his feet.

It looked pretty damning, even to him.

The night was already a bust, but this sealed the deal. Had anyone else ruined his plans, Jason might have been a lot more upset, but in this case, he was relieved the guests had found him instead of you. Jason could handle being a wanted man, and like the misogynistic prick he was, Luca would rather die than admit a woman—nay—the help knocked him out.

He had a contingency plan for a situation like this. Mind you, not this exact situation because nothing could have prepared him to run into you. Fortunately, relationships between the different mob families hung by a tenuous thread. Simply uttering another family’s name as he reached for his gun had them turning on each other.

If someone asked him who shot first, the answer would be yes. He used the chaos that ensued to slip out and find you.

You were bound to be a little jumpy after your run-in with Luca. He blamed himself.

Luca surprised him.

Some innate Bat-trained part of his brain wanted him to maintain the charade. Focus. You’re on a mission, it practically barked—sounding a lot like a stone-faced Bat he’d rather not think about. That battled with the more empathetic part of his brain that wanted to keep you as far from Luca as humanly possible.

Which resulted in a complete mental shutdown.

Blue screen.

Not a thought behind his eyes as he tried to figure out how he was going to explain the situation to you.

Then Luca laid his fucking hands on you.

You beat him to the punch. Quite literally, which was probably for the best. If it had been him, Jason couldn’t have promised Luca would still be breathing.

He was still reeling. You landed a clean punch with enough power behind it to knock him out cold. Where did you learn to punch like that?

He’d have to ask.

Later.

After he processed everything else.

Like the fact that you'd made the connection between Red Hood and Jacob. He planned to tell you eventually, clearly, but this wasn’t how he wanted it to happen. You were too smart for your own good and he’d gotten careless with all these loose threads that led back to him. It was a wonder you hadn’t figured it out sooner.

A single beam of harsh light came from the naked bulb overhead as he plucked bits of glass from your palm. The soft plink of shards hitting the metal tray at his feet filled the air. His glasses slipped down his nose as he peered closely at the cuts.

As far as safehouses went, this was his worst. The garage, more of a glorified storage shed really, had a few boxes with tarps thrown over them to mimic furniture. It smelled of mildew from a leak in the roof that he hadn’t gotten around to patching. Standing water pooled in the corner near the dented sink. He didn’t come here often, but it had running water, a first aid kit, and was a convenient ten-minute walk from the Riviera estate, so it worked.

Jason was only slightly embarrassed that this would be your first real impression of his life outside of the time he spent with you.

You hissed as he dabbed one of the larger cuts with antiseptic.

His fingers tightened around your wrist to keep it steady. “Sorry. I know it hurts, but I gotta make sure it’s clean before I bandage you, but you won’t need stitches. Lucky you.”

“Is that what we’re calling this?” you grumbled as you stared off into the darkness, eyes narrowing. The day your eyes didn’t narrow with suspicion would be the day he feared for his life, but for now, they were a familiar sight that eased the tension locking his jaw.

“Are all your safehouses this depressing?”

A distinct heat bloomed under his collar. “No, my other places are better.” Not an outright lie. At least the other safehouses had furniture. Granted, none of them were ideal for bringing a girl home, but that wasn’t their purpose. He didn’t want to impress you. He wanted to make sure you didn’t get an infection.

“I don’t stay here unless I’ve had a rough night.”

Namely, it was his fallback whenever he found himself working with a member of the Bat-brigade. He slept there if his work required him to be within spitting distance of the Batcave.

“Would you consider tonight rough?”

“I’ve had worse nights.”

You hummed, your expression shifting to something thoughtful as you pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He went a little cross-eyed to track the motion. As you drew back, you trailed down the curved length. His eyelashes fluttered as he refocused on your face.

“Thanks.”

“Mhm.”

He set the tweezers aside and grabbed a roll of bandages from his kit, content to work in silence if it meant pushing off the interrogation that was sure to come next. You probably had questions. A lot of them, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get into the nitty-gritty of his tragic™ backstory tonight.

Silence was a small mercy until the bandages were snug, and he had nothing to keep his mind and hands busy. You flexed your fingers to test his work, a small wince betraying your discomfort.

“Too tight?”

You shook your head. “It’s fine.”

“Good,” he said as he started to clean up, “You’ll want to change them in the morning.”

Your hand fell back to your lap. He half-expected that interrogation, but you stood instead. He swallowed thickly as he gazed up. It wasn’t too often he looked up at people. He was always looking down at the world, be it from a rooftop or due to his general height, but the sudden shift your dynamic made his stomach bubble like soda fizz.

Before he could dwell on the sensation too long, you headed over to the dented sink. Dampening a clean cloth, you returned a second later and knelt in front of him. He shivered when it touched his skin, rough and cold, but your strokes were gentle as you brushed the cloth over his cheek.

“I got blood on your face earlier,” you said.

“I didn’t notice.”

You didn’t respond, focusing instead on cleaning the blood from his face. Jason held his breath as you leaned in, trying and failing not to remember how nice it had felt to grip your hips and draw you in. You had been so close to—

He stopped that thought before it flirted too close with a painful truth. He read your letter, after all.

In amongst the drunken ramblings that made his insides fill with butterflies, somewhere between the third and fourth page, you wrote a sobering declaration that stomped those butterflies dead.

This is silly. Stupid. Stupidly silly. I can’t remember the last time I had a crush. Let alone two at the same time, but that’s all they’ll ever be... crushes. Nothing will ever come of them.

I have too much to worry about between school and ensuring my bills are paid to add dating into the mix. It would complicate things, and my life is complicated enough. I don’t even know how dating would work with Red Hood. Are vigilantes allowed to date? That seems illegal. Why would he choose a civilian like me? That’s like Batman choosing to date Vicki Vale.

Scratch that. At least Vicki Vale is a household name.

I’m literally no one.

Whatever I feel, be it for Red Hood or Jacob, it doesn’t matter. It can never matter. I would never let my personal feelings get in the way of this opportunity.

Talk about a clear fucking message.

By some miracle, you liked both sides of him. The first half of your letter confirmed that, but you never act on those feelings, especially now that you knew Red Hood and Jas—Jacob were one and the same. You didn’t need the distraction.

Jason respected that.

But…

He wasn’t quite sure how to handle all the touching. Equally scary and exhilarating, he didn’t want you to stop. God, not at all, but if you didn’t stop soon, he would convince himself that your declaration had been a fluke and that something could come of this.

You paused in your ministrations to trace the scar near his mouth. He caught himself before he pressed his cheek in your palm.

Sensing that you wanted to say something, he said, “The J doesn’t stand for Jacob if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“It’s usually the first thing out of someone’s mouth.”

Your expression remained thoughtful as you ventured higher to trace the pale scar on his cheekbone. “Since the day we crossed paths.” Your face scrunched cutely, and you amended, “Since the day Hood and I crossed paths, I wondered what you might look like under the helmet. Now that I know, it’s a little surreal.” You pushed his glasses up to settle on top of his head. “I don’t know why, but I couldn’t ever settle on what color your eyes were. I supposed blue makes sense but so does green or hazel.”

Your touch left him wanting, wishing, hoping for more. Anything that might fill this yawning pit in his chest. It was selfish to want, and yet, he did so earnestly. It caught on his resolve like a drug, the worst kind. Being without it wouldn’t kill him outright and the symptoms of withdrawal were fabrications made up in his mind, but he yearned for it.

“You’re so—” You stopped yourself.

“So?” he breathed.

You retreated. “Forget it. I’m rambling.”

A soft whine crept into his throat, but he squashed the noise before he vocalized it. “I think I’ve rambled enough that you’re allowed few roving thoughts to compensate.” He forced himself to laugh, to smile, to pretend that he didn’t want to press his forehead to yours and inhale your scent until his head spun. “I can take you home.”

“That’s not necessary. I can take the subway.”

“I want to take you home,” he emphasized though it killed him how desperate it made him sound. He wanted to spend a little more time with you. It seemed unlikely that you would want to spend the night with him as you processed everything. He didn’t blame you, but he hoped you would grant him this small indulgence.

“I wouldn’t say no to the company.”

He loosed a sigh of relief. “Let me change quick.”

Jason shrugged off his ill-fitting sports coat before fiddling with the buttons on the front of his shirt. You watched carefully from your spot on the floor with that familiar quiet intensity. It made him feel oddly exposed as he peeled his shirt off to reveal the plain white shirt underneath.

He tossed the clothes off to the side and walked over to his stash of miscellaneous weapons and supplies. As he sifted through the mess, he made a mental note to tidy this place up. This wasn’t the best look, and he didn’t want you to think he was a lazy slob. A minimalist and a bachelor, absolutely, but never a slob.

He found an old leather jacket and his Red Hood helmet. It wasn’t the same quality as the one he currently wore, this one older and more prone to glitches due to crack on its shell but it would work for a quick ride across the city.

When you saw the helmet, you frowned. “You don’t have to wear that now that I know, do you?”

“I only have one other helmet here and that’ll be for you.”

You joined him by his stash. “Why would I need a helmet.”

“We’re taking my motorcycle.”

Your expression shuttered, several emotions playing on your face before you settled on something appropriately neutral. “Right. I heard that Hood drives a motorcycle.”

“I drive a motorcycle. Period. No need for the distinction between us anymore.” He pulled a standard helmet out and handed it to you. “If we leave now, we can make it back before midnight. There shouldn’t be too much traffic at this…”

He trailed off when he noticed you weren’t listening. You stared at the reflective surface of the helmet, your expression growing less neutral the longer you gazed at it.

“Everything good?”

“Is your motorcycle like other vigilante…” You pursed your lips. “Is it safe?”

Ah, that was a fair question. “This is a regular motorcycle. No big red buttons to accidentally push or hidden explosives if that’s what you’re worried about.” His gaze fell to your bandaged hand before he added, “And I promise to take it slow, especially with your hand.”

His assurances seemed to put you at ease. “Perfect.”

He removed his glasses and slipped his helmet on before heading over to where his motorcycle sat in the opposite corner, hidden beneath a tarp to protect it from the dust and mildew. Jason tugged it off, releasing a small cloud of dust that made you sneeze.

Okay, now he was sufficiently embarrassed.

The motorcycle was a vintage cruiser with a black shell. He usually preferred a sportier bike, but this had been a gift… from Bruce. It appeared one day outside one of his safehouses last year around his birthday. Jason hated to see a beauty like this one out in the cold, and took it in. It didn’t count as accepting the gift if he didn’t use it and he hadn’t before today, but these were extenuating circumstances.

He threw a leg over the seat and settled lower to the ground than he was used to on his other bikes. It felt like his knees were tucked around his ears. He readjusted before motioning for you to join him. You slipped into place behind him, the subtle curve of the seat forcing your hips to sit flush against his back. His fingers flexed around the handlebars, trying to play it cool.

He couldn’t be normal about anything, it seemed, so he wasn’t sure why he bothered pretending now.

“Comfortable?” he managed through clenched teeth. Jason was grateful this helmet came with a modulator to hide the tension in his voice.

“All good.” Your voice fed into his ear through his comm.

“Great, awesome, cool.”

There had to be a better word for the situation. Great and every subsequent synonym didn’t seem to cut it, but that was what kept spilling from his mouth. He wasn’t about to exhaust a thesaurus for the rest of the drive and caught his tongue between his teeth as he flipped the control for the garage door.

Once it lifted enough to let him through, the engine roaring as he peeled off down the street.

The first leg of the drive passed uneventfully as he whizzed down the side streets he had memorized like the scars on the back of his hands. Despite the winter chill, he burned hotter than a furnace.

Every hitched breath and gasp fed straight into his ear, clear as day. Your thighs tightened around his hips, anchoring you in place whenever he took a turn a little too sharply. But it was your hands that—oh, hey now—where were they doing?

Your hands tightened around his middle, shifting under the hem of his shirt as it rode up past his beltline. Alarm bells went off in his head as your palms flattened over the soft planes of his stomach. You didn’t seem to notice the way he froze, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Soft hair covered his stomach, and he wasn’t as toned as he liked with a thin layer of fat cushioning the hard muscles beneath, and of course, there were the scars that created rough patches of skin just above his—

“My hands are cold. You’re warm.”

His doubts evaporated like morning mist over the harbor. If not for his comm, he wouldn’t have heard your quiet admission over the growl of the engine, but it did a better job at quieting the voices that tried to tell him he was a disgusting monster.

Your thumb stroked a soothing line down his incision scar, nearly coaxing a groan from him. “Should I stop?”

“It’s fine,” he grunted as he turned onto Park Row.

Another swipe of your thumb. “You sure?”

He wasn’t sure what game you were playing, but it wasn’t going to work. He had more self-control than that. “We’re almost to your place.”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

Fucking hell, he was trying to respect the boundaries you set in your letter. Why did you have to make this harder for him? “I like it.”

He swore he heard your smile as you said, “Was that so hard?”

Painfully so. Your palms were like ice against his skin, but he burned so hot that it hardly registered. He decided it was safer not to say anything about the situation as he stopped under the fire escape that led to your apartment. A normal person would have taken you to the front door, but normal people didn’t wear vigilante masks with a civilian on the back of their bike. Nothing about this was normal.

“We’re here.”

You stayed where you were, fingers roaming idly over his stomach. He shuddered.

“Do you want to come inside?”

“I don’t know if that’s—”

Your fingers dug into his sides with enough force to smother his opposition. “Let me rephrase that,” you said more firmly, voice dripping in his ear like syrup, “Come inside. Please. There’s still time before midnight.”

“What happens at midnight?” he asked breathlessly.

“Well, aside from the obvious start of the new year, I think I’ll wake up and realize this was all a dream.”

He laughed despite how weak he felt. “I guess I can stay for a bit.”

“Good, I would have hated to see you run from me again.” Your arms unwound from his middle, and you hopped off.

Shedding your helmets and stowing the motorcycle behind the dumpsters, you led him around to the front door. Entering like a real person rather than through a window shouldn’t have been as thrilling as it felt, but honestly, Jason never thought he’d make it this far.

Once inside, the glow of several table lamps bathing the space in a soft yellow light, he came to his senses. What did you do now? You couldn’t go back to the way things were before.

“I—”

“Did you want to read a few chapters before we call it a night?” you asked before he could make things weird, “I wanted to start Frankenstein next.”

He wiped his palms on his pants. “I guess.”

You smiled as you put your bag and phone on the kitchen table. “On the bright side, we don’t have to read back-to-back anymore. Do you want something to drink? I don’t know if have much, but I should have a few cans of—”

“Are we really going to pretend like nothing changed?”

You hesitated, rolling your lower lip between your teeth. “No.”

“It feels like we’re pretending everything is fine. I’m sure you have questions. Why aren’t you asking questions? I’ve been waiting and you haven’t—” His voice rose the octave, cracking. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, he could feel the lump swell in his throat. Crying was the last thing he wanted to do right now, but he was a bundle of frayed nerves between the identity reveal and all the touching.

Your expression softened to something more sympathetic. “I had no idea—I’m sorry. Obviously, I have questions, but I’m not going to force you to answer them. I already took away how you shared your identity with me.”

He released a shuddering breath. “I mean, you can ask questions. I owe you that much.”

“If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll ask two questions.”

“Two questions,” he agreed, bracing himself.

“I’m going to change first,” you said gently, “It’ll give me a second to decide where I want to start. Is that alright?”

The knot in his throat loosened enough for him to speak. “Yeah.”

“Make yourself comfortable.”

You grabbed the clothes at the foot of your bed and ducked into the bathroom, leaving him to do the exact opposite. He shrugged off his coat, draping it on the back of your kitchen chair and paced.

If you had a lower neighbor, they likely heard his heavy footfalls because he couldn’t be bothered to care about stealth right now.

Two questions could blow up in his face.

Hell, a single question could unravel his carefully crafted lies like a spool of thread. He didn’t have to do this now. You didn’t want to pry, but he couldn’t fathom sitting with you tonight whilst pretending everything was fine.

When the door to the bathroom opened, he stopped his pacing. You wore the yellow hoodie, the plastic on the strings chewed to the nubs. “I said get comfortable, not wear a hole in my ground.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’d rather stand for this.”

“Alright,” you conceded as you sank into one of your rickety chairs, “Question one: Say you get sick one night, could you ask Batman to cover your patrol for you or are we civilians just shit out of luck?”

You lobbed the softest of balls at him and he still fumbled. “I, uh, what?”

“What part confused you?”

“No, it’s just, that’s your first question?”

Your gaze sharpened. “Would you rather I ask what drove a twenty-something book nerd to become a gunslinging vigilante slash crime lord, because that’s on the list too, I just thought I’d start with a silly question to take the edge off. An emotional chaser, if you will.”

He choked on a laugh. “First question it is.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Park Row is my territory. I don’t allow other vigilantes onto my turf.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s mine,” he said plainly, “I grew up here. I know how this place works, and I don’t trust anyone else to do it right. The others, they’re too analytical. They’re looking for the most efficient way to—”

God, he sounded like Bruce.

He tore his nail to the quick. The sting hardly registered. “To answer your question, no, I don’t have a rolodex of people to pick from if I’m down for the count. I have underlings as a crime lord, but they’re not exactly the ones I turn to for stopping crime.”

You nodded, your expression painfully dispassionate. “Fair enough and good to know. I’ll be sure to get mugged when you’re on the clock.”

“What else?”

“I already asked two questions. That explains why I don’t see other vigilantes out here. I thought they just hated us.” You laughed despite how depressing that sounded. “Consider my curiosity sated for now.”

“Bullshit.” He settled in the chair opposite you. “That last part didn’t count. I’ll let you have one more.”

“Fine.” You shifted your chair closer so that your knee bumped his. To his credit, he kept an even demeanor despite his nerves crackling like sparklers on the Fourth of July. “Are your other safehouses really any better than the one I saw tonight?”

He should have known. “No, they all have barebone essentials.”

“A minimalist. My place must drive you batshit then.”

“I like it here. It’s very…” He glanced around, taking in all the plants and trinkets littered throughout. “Green.”

He meant it as a compliment. Here, among the items that reminded him of you, he felt warm and secure. Green evoked a similar feeling for him. Was that weird? Probably, but it was the truth.

“Green,” you mused, “I like it.”

“It’s been a while since I considered someplace home.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. He hadn’t meant to admit that, and now that he’d spoken it out loud, he heard how pitiful that sounded. He wet his lips. “I, eh, I didn’t mean to say that.”

Your brow pinched. “We can’t have that,” you mumbled under your breath. Slowly, you stood and drifted over to your bookshelf where several plants of varying sizes decorated its surface. After considering the options, you picked a medium-sized succulent with deep eggplant-colored leaves edged with light green.

You set it in front of him and returned to your seat. “This is Viola. She’s named after the character in Twelfth Night. I’m quite fond of her.”

He stared at the succulent. “You name your plants?”

“That’s no way to speak to her.”

Jason fought a smile. “My apologies. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“That’s more like it. It wouldn’t feel right to give her to you if you didn’t treat her with the respect she deserves.”

His smile faltered. “You’re giving her to me?”

You smiled wistfully. “Not only will she liven up your space, but any time you look at her, you’ll think of me and maybe you’ll feel more at home.” You avoided his gaze before quickly adding, “She’s also made of plastic, so it’s impossible to kill her.”

His heart thumped against his ribcage. Jason was just supposed to ignore the fact that you wanted him to think of you. News flash, he was well past that point. A plant wouldn’t change how you were constantly on his mind. Even when he should focus on other things.

A distraction.

But maybe, tonight, you both needed it.

“You’re always—”

Your phone vibrated, revealing the time—12:01—and a long string of texts from various group chats. Jealousy tightened his gut when he saw the names. Steph, Cass, and even Tim had sent you a message. His phone was noticeably quiet in his back pocket. He expected as much, but it still stung.

You flipped your phone over without opening any of them and faced him. Your hand fell over his fist that sat clenched on the table. “Happy New Year, Mr. Darcy.”

Jason swallowed another lump in his throat. All those people vying for your attention, and you chose him. He couldn’t remember the last time he was anyone’s first choice, be it as vigilante or in his personal life, but he supposed there was a first time for everything.

He uncurled his fist to lace his fingers with yours as he whispered, “Happy New Year.”

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A/N: I went to a convention this weekend and there was exactly one Red Hood walking around. *sigh* I would have liked to see more.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this mini-arc. Back to college next week.

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What if you do angst x fluff? where Jason Todd fights with Y/n, had he just fought with Dick or something and he accidentally hurt his girlfriend? 👿 I like this dynamic, but I want it to be a real fight, you know? he enters a PSTD.

Im gonna do headcanons , warning( check the request)

Jason todd x y/n - he hurts her

out of all batboys he is most likely to lash out in aggression, by a landslide actually, especially fresh out the pit jason/ nightmare jason/ jealous jason.

He is also very very hard on himself about it.

Lets be honest here, this dude grew up on the streets , was trained to be a vigilante , got tortured, died, blah blah. He doesn't know how to control or regulate his emotions at all. He was never taught how to and the pit rage still is a part of him. He is really broken and so its very likely he lashes out

He is also very very insecure, he gets all in his head and he just cant control it and pushes people away.

You make him believe he can be better, that he deserves love and that you get what he is going through. Early on in the relationship he would just leave and not come back for weeks out of guilt.

once you convinced him to not leave and explained how much it hurt you, and once he explained how much at risk you could be but you accept the risk- after a very long discussion he learns to stay.

later on in the relationship he does overcome his insecurities and lashes out much less, so for him to actually physically lash out on you could only be one cause.

You betray him. He is either very jealous, maybe you have a childhood guy friend you refuse to leave. or maybe its a very hot coworker you refuse to stay away from in the name of professionalism. Or maybe jason just had an encounter with his past tormentors and they said something that got to him head and then he sees you laughing at the joke of your cute neighbour with the dog that likes you too much.

Now he is yelling and you're aggravating the situation. you had a bad day at work, and though you're usually calm and understanding , since you know what he has gone through, but you were just so annoyed that day or had a bad day yourself.

So when you start yelling back at him, he smashes a vase against the wall away from you. what he did not calculate was how the glass shard could fly and hit/scratch w2 you right in the arm. the second he sees you injured time stops

He crumbles, literally . crawls to you sobbing, hyperventilating - he might have a sezuire. this was his literal worst nightmare, and now its happened. you know he wasn't aiming the vase at you. you could either immediately realize or storm off and lock your bedroom, in the latter case he lies on the ground in front of the door the whole night sobbing out how sorry he is.

But if you comfort him and tell him its okay, he will just hold onto you and cry.

it takes him a while to forgive himself( a long while) so rough sex is gone, play fighting also gone. he goes silent , withdrawn almost depressed. You need to be patient, let him understand he didn't do it on purpose and this changes nothing in your relationship.

overtime things go back to normal, but he refuses to fight with you. He wont do it ever, he will leave , not for weeks but he will never put you to risk again. its like the cycle restarts and it takes him a while for him to trust himself around you when he's mad.

the thing here is, and stop reading the fic if you want to remain delulu (cuz I do too)

jason had a shitty past, he is not gonna be a perfect partner. he is going to be complicated and difficult to be with and you really cant expect anything else. it is very possible he straight up slaps you and then runs away to space for a month and then turns up on your doorsteps sobbing. He will often moan and cry about his past to you, bring it up often, often ruin the mood. He wont let you get a propers night sleep or let you have guy frnds and that an get annoying. ofcourse with love commitment and communication it could hcnage but you do at least for a while have to deal with that. No one expects you to clean up your lovers mess. this is only fiction and should not be romanticized. unless your irl partner died and was tortured for 2 yrs - you shouldn't deal with their shit. you have enough shit of your own to deal with

as a person who was with a guy who is depressed, I can tell you how hard this sort of relationship is. you sacrifice a lot. He developed depression one yr after we started dating, I left him 10 months after that. For 10 months I stayed with a guy who was cheating on me then calling em and crying about how "violated he felt" after consensually getting blojbs from random girls, randomly dissapearing for 4-5 days without a single text, who never wanted to talk anything about me not even for a minute, who couldn't listen to my problems but expected me to stay up 4 hours till like 6am even though I usually sleep at 11pm and then get up at 7am for practice. And I did it all, because he was depressed and I felt guilty about leaving him . But you need to prioritize yourself no matter how hot or broken a dude is. unlike jason, you can not "fix him".

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I 'hate' Cats

──► a random stray cat adopts our precious boy .

Jason leans against the cafe wall as he he blows on his coffee before he takes a sip. It's a normal day today - that's funny considering there's always something to do like maybe cleaning his guns or sharpening his knife, but today he just feels lazy.

Jason watches the bustling streets of Gotham go by with a poker face on until he felt something brush up on his leg. Jason screeches , his coffee spilling all over himself before he looks down to see a small fluffy ginger kitty rub against his leg.

Jason scowls . He hates cats because they're so much work to take care of and so bloody hard to bond with . Jason shoots the cat a glare as he begins walking away furious , his slow afternoon ruined by some feline .

The kitty eagerly follows after him through the busy crowd , their little ears perked at him. Jason groans at the sight . " Look, I don't have any treats," Jason says dismissively. The kitty meows in response as they rub against his leg.

Jason groans in annoyance, but he can't argue with the fact that the kitty was cute . Before he could even do anything , someone from the crowd accidentally kicked the feline while they were walking past, causing the cat to whimper in pain.

Jason saw red and literally scooped the kitty in his hands and kissed them all over . " It's okay baby , daddy's got you," Jason coos at the cat. The kitty purs and rub their furry face on Jason's cheek. Jason smiles . Okay, he still hates cats it's just that this one is cute and lovable .

I wrote this bcz I miss my cats sm shout out to oreo , ranni and Bubba my beloved cats.

Also yes Jason is a cat dad .

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Why Batcest is a Thing

I was talking with my friend the other day and while she's not a batcest shipper, she asked me why I was. I said that I don't think I take it to the same extremes some other people do, a few things that aren't a personal favorite of mine would be any of the REALLY younger kids with Bruce or say Dick and Damian. It's mostly the age gap that gets to me.

But she asked why I liked JayTim and I had a time explaining it to her and I wanted to bring it here as a sort of explanation, I suppose for people who might not enjoy batcest ships.

first of all, the name. Batcest is... an interesting name. A lot of arguments you'll come across is that they're not actually related, or there are some fanfics out there for aus where one of them (most commonly Tim or Jason) were never apart of the Batfamily in the first place. Of course, there are some where they are! Because, at the end of the day, in Canon they do share a family. But the implication of it being incest can be a real no no for people, even if it's not. Dick wasn't adopted into the family for quiet some time (I think he was adopted around the same time Tim was but I'm not a 100% sure, not to mention he acted as his ward and then aged out of it), Jason was adopted but after his return to life has regularly denied his part in the family (Look at literally any Red Hood Comic, though I do prefer to look at the New 52 Red Hood and The Outlaws for his feelings towards Bruce and the Wayne's in general), Tim was adopted but was later emancipated (in Red Robin), and Damian has a blood relation to Bruce only. Morally, there can be a problem with it but for mow shippers, since this is fiction, the lack of blood relation means there's no problem. Remember! They're not real people. Adoptive relationships, or pseudo familial ones, they don't see these relations as any reason to not ship them! And in later points, I go into why. And if people really had a problem with this pseudo familiar relationships, take for example Tim and Jason who have never once lives under the same roof nor have any legal connection to each other through Bruce, then on principal alone they should have a problem with Cassandra and Stephanie - Cass is adopted by Bruce, yes, but Bruce has also claimed Stephanie as part of the family and includes her in family talks. Does that not make them family members? No. They're friends or girlfriends, depending on how you want to interpret them.

Secondly, the canon relationships that any of the Bats have with their partners. I could go through all of them and explain the nuance of the relationships but I'll simplify for the sake of the post. In Bruce's sake, whether it be Talia or Selina or for the more fanon ones like Clark and Min Khoa (i think that's how you spell that, I'm not sure though!), there's no denying that in Canon these relationships don't pan out. Talia and Bruce have moral problems, even if she was originally a spy and didn't kill, and Selina and Bruce have an entire history of problems. For Dick, himself and Barbara are much of the same. A sweet beginning until something comes in to ruin it and they break up. Take, for example, the newest Nightwing run (on webtoon and not technically canon, i know). Barbara breaks up with Dick because she feels disconnected from him and like he's still preforming for her, but they have no conversation about this prior to it. With Kori, I'm not as knowledgeable about why they broke up, all I know is that they did and it was ugly. Another example is Tim! Himself and Stephanie didn't work out because she couldn't trust him, due to now knowing his identity, and then she faked her death, causing the distrust between them both. These are only a few examples of how relationships work out for Bats and in my personal opinion I think it's because of a ack of understanding for the characters, their love interests I mean. And in fanon, partners for Batfamily members tend to be washed down - Kon acts as an emotional crutch for Tim, Roy has morals he simply does not stand with anymore in Canon in JayRoy fics, Barbara is an anecdote in DickBarbara fics, and Selina is barely featured in Bruce fics. Not to mention the simple lack of wlw fics in the fandom that aren't background.

Due to this, the shipping of Batfamily members together is only natural. The characters share similar morals or in the case of Tim have such complicated morals that in fandom you can pick and choose what to use. They're fleshed out, have a canon relationship with multiple layers to it, and complete each other in many ways. In comparison to some of the fandom favorite ships like SuperBat or BirdFlash, where we only see a two dimensional aspect of their relationship recently, then the shipping of characters like Jason and Tim or Tim and Dick together is a natural conclusion to reach.

And Finally, History and old characteristics. It was mentioned before in another post that I'll try to hunt down for you guys and link in a repost because it will be WORLDS better than what I could write and have much more research thrown into it than this does, but originally there were a lot of implications under their relationships, specifically Bruce and Dick. Wardships programs were used by a lot of gay people when gay marriage was illegal, so were adult adoptions. It was to have a legal connection in whatever way possible. And I think in a really old comic, Dick has a dream where he's living in the manor as an adult still with Bruce. Bruce has a portrait of them together. They eat breakfast together in their pajamas or underwear, and spend all their time together. Batman regularly saves Robin over civilians and for his relationships, sometimes they wouldn't work out simply because of Dick. It worked this way for many Superheroes and their sidekicks in the "golden age" of comics! Batman has always had queer undertones since his creation but adding Robin into the mix just proved this. Like it or not, Bruce and Dick had sexual and romantic implications to their relationship since the character was first introduced in the 40s.

As for Old characteristics, in the New 52 i feel as though some of the characters have been washed down do their base characteristics. They lack depth in a way some characters don't or in a way some do, particularly in fanon. Dick's possessive originally and I see people talking about his anger issues as a child a lot, especially in comparison to Jason's Robin run, but either way - the characters have changed throughout the years. That doesn't mean that people can't cling on to their old relationships or even their old personalities. People are so fond of making Jason insane and crazy and Hella mean when in recent adaptations, he's a normal vigilante for all intents and purposes. He's not even a crime lord anymore, I'm pretty sure he still owns the Iceberg Lounge. That's all to say that the boys used to be a lot closer than they are now, especially Tim and Dick and Dick and Bruce.

The conclusion to my explanation to her is that batcest is much of the same as any other ships - picking and choosing what to take from canon to put two people together into a relationship that you like. It's a work of fiction and while that's important to remember, it doesn't say anything about you in real life! you don't enjoy real life incest if you like JayTim. That's all to say si that there's reasons behind it that some people like and some people don't. She wasn't swayed by my answer but accepted it since she couldn't deny that the Batfamily has been explored on and their relationships together so much more than their relationships with anyone else, canon or fanon.

[cynthiav06]

Annabeth stans and Percabeth shippers are talking about how ooc Annabeth is in WOTTG with her thinking Percy is stupid as if she hasn't constantly made fun of Percy's intelligence since the very beginning. As if she doesn't do it in every book, multiple times. Rick's characterization of Annabeth isn't changing, people are finally just growing up and realizing their fave ship when they were 12 isn't healthy. But instead of actually acknowledging that it's a bad ship they just blame the author.

Warnings: This is going to be a rant; bear with me. People from the "take everything as a personal offense" group stop reading. Will give us both the luxury of a peaceful mind.

It's easier to blame Rick, I think, given his series of shit decisions. The Wrath of a Triple Goddess is a complete abomination, and so is Chalice of the Gods in many ways. But at least it has helped readers understand the glaring flaws of Percabeth as a ship. How Percy's character is butchered to hype up Annabeth.

And I am completely exhausted of trying to get any of them to think rationally and in an unbiased manner. I can't make a willfully blind individual see sense after all.

But yeah, Annabeth has many, and I mean many character flaws throughout the series. The number of times I have made a post on Annabeth's flaws or even why Percabeth is incompatible.... At this point, I believe open-minded and careful readers are going to see and make their own conclusions, and the blind shippers will keep doing their own thing. This , I think, was my most recent post and will probably be one of my last ones on a similar topic. Unless I get newer asks that have some different viewpoints that I can actually explore cause, all has been said so far, I think.

I had a feeling that things would get better as they got older, more mature, you know, an Annabeth character arc of some sort. Maybe exploring the positive and negative nuances of Percabeth or even Percy's suicidal thoughts, non existent self esteem and how Annabeth has been unknowingly feeding into those.

She is one of the more iconic characters to people even outside the fandom. One from a very, very , and exclusive pool of actually strong female characters and the way her character is devolving isn't helping anything.

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All of Riordan's characters have such high potential, and the amount of plots he could explore is staggering, and yet he still dishes out the same generic plot again and again. He is in it for the money now, has been for a while, and so there's no hope there.

This might be a very hot take, but I think romance ruined the series. Rick kept slapping romantic relationships on every character as if that would suddenly make things better. Give them a relationship rather than explore their trauma. I guess it's the easier of the two.

But seriously, Caleo? Jiper? Solangelo ? (I can see the hate comments already). Whatever he was doing with Reyna, but at least she wasn't completely butchered.

Rick's problem is that he keeps giving more importance to romantic relationships and makes that the entire personality of a character.

He butchered Percy, even Jason at times, Leo bloody Valdez and Nico more prominently.

The way Percy and Nico's very deep and volatile bond and heavily dynamic relationship was butchered and distorted to feed into Solangelo and Percabeth, and I can't possibly understate how highly that's been going on.

Then Luke and Thalia's relationship was completely butchered for no absolute reason. I have no idea why. They were in love or at least had romantic feelings for each other, and Thalia just woke up and wanted to kill him? He literally gave all the angst to Annabeth even though Thalia had known him longer, and they had a more nuanced bond.

Jason's relationship with Camp Jupiter individuals was completely scrapped, his and Reyna's dynamic completely watered down, or even his and Leo's great friendship discarded all for Jiper or whatever else was shoved at him.

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As opposed to this whole shit show, I loved the relationships in the Magnus Chase series and Kane Chronicles. That was good stuff. Both character relationships and romantic ones even though I am pretty sure he got a lot of diverse representation wrong or so I have read recently.

Then there's the stupid, blind, bigot part of the fandom that just can't help themselves. I mean dumb Percy takes, Annabeth stans ruining Percy's character arcs and overinflating Annabeth's character, which in turn made Rick do the same.Then the boring Jason thing? What the hell was that? It's like everyone missed the point of why Jason is the way he is. I am going to make a post on that soon, but seriously, the shit that's been going on.

Then the shippers. Solangelo stans and Percabeth stans. They have single handedly ruined the ships for me with their distorted ideas of character dynamics. And their blatant and brutal hate against other Percy or Nico ships is just ridiculous and heavily toxic.

It's a fandom, not a monopoly. Everyone can have their own little thing as long as you don't meddle in someone else's own thing. Let everyone enjoy their own thing.

And for all our sakes, at this point, just pick your own version of canon. Choose which books to stop at. Trust me, it's less frustrating that way.

[theflashjaygarrick]

What I want from a Red Hood story is for the child of one of the people he murdered to become a vigilante in an attempt to kill him. Someone who is a lot like him too. A lot of people act as if Jason only kills the worst of the worst or people comparable the literal joker but that isn't strictly true. Clearest example of this is when he's in prison and poisons the food supply killing 82 prisoners (that's actually why he ended up in Arkham).

So what if the child of one of those prisoners heard that their father was murdered in prison in a mass poisoning? That it was by Red Hood, the feared crime lord who oversees and manages all the organised crime in Gotham. The guy who (from what they know) is just profiting on a whole bunch of systems that can cause death and despair and suffering in their neighbourhood and sure, he didn't start these problems, but he damn well didn't fix it either. The same guy who cut off the heads of all the deputies of his rivals and shoved them in a bag to prove a point. That guy is the reason their father is never coming home. That their family's chief breadwinner is dead. Why their life will have a permanent hole in it.

So they decide they'll get revenge. And if the Bat won't deal with the Red Hood properly then they will have to. So they spends their days train and prepare themselves for the day they get to go face to face with the Red Hood. The man who killed their father. The crime lord who ruined their life.

And so they come before the Red Hood the same pain and fury that Jason recognised in himself. The same belief that sometimes the only way to get justice is vengeance and sometimes the only vengeance is bloody. How would Jason even respond to that? Someone who sees him as a villain of Gotham City and not its protector. Someone who in another life could be him?

[amomentsescape]

Hey a while ago I requested a oneshot of the reader giving jason voorhees a shirt that said "thot destroyer 9000" but what if you did that with other slashers? Like giving bubba a shirt that says "everything is bigger in Texas" and freddy in a basic "dream guy/boat etc" shirt or one of the nightmare before Christmas shirts that say "what a wonderful nightmare"? And maybe other slashers if ya can think of shirts that'll fit em? (Shirt quotes not mine and merry post Christmas)

Slashers React to Custom Made T-Shirts

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

A/N: I think this would be absolutely hilarious to see! Thank you so much, and Merry (Very Late) Christmas and Happy New Year!

Freddy Krueger

He lets out his notorious laugh the moment he sees it

"I am pretty dreamy, aren't I?"

Puts it on over his sweater

Will pretty much always have it on, especially when he sees you

He ends up wearing it during his future killings, even asking them if they like the shirt or not

If any of them answer no, he makes their deaths a lot more painful

Will also want you to get a similar shirt so you both can match

He'll probably end up asking for a sweater version a few months later

Michael Myers

He just kind of gives you that disappointed parent look

"Barely even looks like me"

Will refuse to wear it unless you beg him repeatedly over the course of a few days

Finally gives in and puts it on underneath his overalls

He is honestly kind of embarrassed to wear it, but you no longer bothering him about it makes up for the embarrassment

After wearing it a few times, it gets to the point that he doesn't even think about it anymore

It's pretty much all he wears now

But only because he's grown used to it, not because he likes it

Or so he tells you

Jason Voorhees

(I couldn't quite find a shirt that fit the description, so I went with the closest I could find)

He tilts his head at you in confusion

Poor boy doesn't even know what a "thot" is

When you explain it to him, you can tell he finds it kind of funny

Will put it on jokingly for you, only to realize it's pretty comfortable

Will wear it under his jacket

Even if he doesn't have it on, he'll carry it around with him

He insists it helps his killing ability and is a good luck charm

But he pretty much just cherishes ANYTHING you give him

Thomas Hewitt

He lets out a few chuckles at this

Will pull you into a big hug as his way of thanking you

He'll only wear the shirt on special occasions

He's worried it'll get ruined if he wears it when he's working outside or tending to "dinner"

But he does love the shirt

Will probably show it off to the family and receive some laughs and head nods

Will make you wear it sometimes as a joke since you're practically drowning in the shirt

Bubba Sawyer

He loves receiving anything from you

So he happily takes the shirt and gives you some gleeful giggles and kisses as his thank you

But he honestly has no idea what it means

You have to make the connection of what his family eats and the shirt in order to get a true response out him

He'll laugh like crazy

He immediately puts it on

You'll have to quite literally fight him in order to wash it or take it off

If anyone accidentally stains it or causes a tear, he'll go into a frenzy

Brahms Heelshire

He immediately gets it and smiles

You've made a mistake though

Because he ends up putting it on his list of actual rules

Will make some dirty jokes about it

He quickly puts the shirt on and stands there, giving you a "well, go on" sort of look

Anytime he wears the shirt now, he expects you to follow what it says...

Good luck, because you've made Brahms just that much harder to handle

Norman Bates

Will give you a gentle smile and thank you for the shirt

He definitely thinks it's funny and will happily wear it around the house

It mostly becomes a pajama shirt, not that you mind

He doesn't fully understand the joke, but he likes that you think he's cute

Will hang it up in a special place in the closet so he'll always see it

He likes when you wear it too

"I-I think it may suit you better, dear"

"That's so sweet, Norman... wait a minute"

Billy Loomis

He rolls his eyes at it but with the widest smile on his face

It doesn't take much for him to give in and try it on

He secretly thinks the shirt is hilarious, but he doesn't want to inflate your ego and end up with 30 similar tees

Doesn't wear it in public though since he's worried people may become a little suspicious

He likes it better on you though

So you both sort of trade off the shirt every week or so

Stu Macher

Practically the opposite of Billy's reaction

Stu will hold it up and immediately exclaim on how much he loves it

Thinks it's hilarious and will immediately throw it on

Does a couple funny twirls to show off how it looks

Honestly doesn't care what people think

He'll happily skip around in public with the shirt on, you right by his side

If anyone points it out he just shrugs and says "it's pretty sick, right?"

Eric Draven

He breaks out into a big smile and even laughs a little bit

"I see what you did there"

Flashes the shirt to his crow

"They look just like you"

He gives you a sweet kiss as a thank you

Will wear it on dates and stay-at-home days with you

He doesn't want it to get all beat up while he's out taking down criminals

But even after months of owning it, he still smiles whenever he puts it on

[ofc-vi-writes-too]

Batfam members and what they’d get cancelled for/their apology

Just watched ItalianBach’s youtuber apology tier list video and inspiration STRUCK.

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Bruce: there are SOOOOOO many things. So so so many things. He has been cancelled so many times that there is a blog dedicated to keeping track of BW apologies. the user is probs something like bruceissosorryagain. Personal favorite was when he ruined a pretty popular and well liked socialite by knocking over a champagne tower directly onto her great grandmother’s wedding gown. For some god foresaken reason the champagne had been dyed red to match the victorian vampire aesthetic of the wedding?? The hashtag “BWmeetscarrie” will forever haunt wayne manor.

Dick: He was literally a cop in 2020. his goose was GOT. He was trying to prove that not all cops are bad by posting to that macklemore song with the little black fist painted on his cheek and BLM on the other. u know the one. It didn’t go over very well. Even macklemore commented “c’mon bro..” This was followed by a 45 minute long apology video explaining how he now understands the harm it can cause to lump all marginalized groups into one category and how he regrets his action severely and yada yada yada hes so sorry, at the end there was a 2 minute long acrobatic performance to the song Nina Cried Power by Hozier. He also donated to several black charities following the whole ordeal. Didn’t leave his house for a week.

Jason: Ran a rage bait account on tiktok when he was like 13-15 where he posted cringe alpha sigma male mogging content, and someone somehow found out it was him, and his apology wasn’t so much an apology as much as it was “I’m sorry you were stupid enough to believe the bs I was posting, and I’m sorry i got caught. Fuck you guys btw now I have to find a new hobby 👎🏽.” The videos are still saved to his phone when he needs a good chuckle.

Tim: Said BTS was ass and BP was even worse (he tweeted it out of boredom, knowing it was gonna be bad, but not knowing exactly how bad). Armies and blinks tried to dox him MUTIPLE times but tim keeps it on lock so his info was safe. There was a boycott for WE so Bruce made him post and official apology. It was half assed and there are kpop accounts to this day that say “Fuck tim drake” in their bio. Either that or he got “cancelled” on some Jynxzi stuff. Like the whole situation to a T. Maybe both are true. He also had a ukelele in his apology vid.

Damian: called an old lady a “stupid ugly stinky bitch” on national television because she “asked father too many questions.” (it was an interview) Jaws were dropped. Nay, jaws were dislocated. Damian was too young at the time to have social media, let alone post his own apology, so bruce did it for him and sent that poor old lady a lot of cash.

Duke: Unironically said “if it’s snowing I’m not going.” the dudebros thought that shit was hilarious. No one else laughed. Duke was serious, but he felt so bad about offending people that there were tears in the apology. At least thats the story he’s currently running with.

Cass: A video of her saying the F slur surfaced. Her apology was her coming out.

Steph: Said something offensive without realizing it and didnt know what she did until she tweeted saying “why is everyone being so wierd around me?? did I do something wrong??” everyones response is either “girl please bffr” or genuine actually helpful input. She apologized less than a day later in a quick and concise apology vid.

Barbara: compared herself to marsha P johnson in an interview and when she was asked to elaborate she simply could not. The truth is, she had no idea who that woman was other than the fact that she was a good, cool woman so she was like yea omg im so her. Her apology was also a mini documentary about Marsha P Johnsons life.

[siconetribal]

Put it on My Tab (22)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Warning: Color theory...sorta? Grayson strikes again!

A/N:

I really am sorry about the delays, but I think I can safely say things are finally settling down! Here is the next installment, I hope you'll enjoy it as much as the rest of the story.

Please comment/like/reblog. If you’d like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know! I’d also greatly appreciate it if rebloggers remember to add the tags (or some at least).

As always, a huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you get your ass out of that room this instant or so help me God, I will break this door down and drag you out myself!” Citlalli pounded her fist against the closed bedroom door for the umpteenth time. She was fully dressed and ready to go join in on the fun at one of the famous Wayne parties, but there was one thing missing: her best friend, the reason they got invitations

“Do you really want to do that? I mean, think about the cost of damages and repair!” The voice of reason came from the inside.

“Yeah, all of which will be your responsibility because you made me!”

“Can you really prove that? I mean, I didn’t physically make you. I may be a reason to cause heightened emotions and illogical reactions, but not literally guiding your hands to do the deed.”

“¡Ay, Dios mío! ” She reached up for her hair to yank at it, but stopped just in time to not ruin it. Instead, she reached to rub her face, but quickly ripped her hands away to keep from smudging her make up. “Y/N, you have until the count of three. If this door does not open before three, you will regret it!” She firmly warned. Silence came from the other side. “Uno,” she began. “Dos,” she heard the sound of shuffling from the other side. Just as her tip of her tongue hit the back of her top front teeth, the knob jiggled, and the door swung open. “There, was that really so difficult?”

“Yes, and I only opened because who knows what you’d do if I didn’t.” Y/N grumbled, wanting to stomp out childishly, but the dress restricted her motions. “C’mon, let’s go before common sense strikes me again, and I lock myself back in my roo-,” her body lunged forward at the yank to her right arm.

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” The eager and excited voice of her best friend was impossible to ignore, a small smile cracking on her painted lips as she reluctantly followed her out to the awaiting taxi.

The ride to the venue was long, literally and metaphorically. The affluent side of Gotham felt like it was across the country, and they were in some side-car strapped to a tricycle slowly inching its way through the maze of the city. It was the perfect torture for anyone who was second guessing decisions, overthinking every little interaction ever had with the Waynes; and praying to anyone and everyone out there that a certain roguish-book-loving-rich bike was absent while simultaneously hoping that he would be there to ease the boredom and awkwardness that was bound to fill her evening. She was a rigid paradox of spiraling thoughts.

“Breathe , chica, you’ll be fine! We’re going to have fun. If he sees you, he’ll regret not replying and if he doesn’t, well his loss and another man’s win.” The casual shrug and infinite confidence was reassuring and vexing.

Oh, if I could have even an once of your carefree attitude right now. A pressed smile was all she could muster.

“Hey, look at me, really look at me and listen, you will be fine. You’re going to have a blast with or without hunky biker dude, ok? This isn’t about him, this is about us celebrating your debt free status. What better way than partying like an heiress? Better than some seedy club or sticky stuffy bar, right?”

“Y-yeah, you’re right. This isn’t about him. This is about us having fun after working my ass off.” Y/N nodded her head. “Yeah, you are right!” She sat up a little taller. “We’re going to have fun and that’s that!” She confidently stated, looking out the windows to see the slums shift into sleek. 

All that newfound bravado was instantly zapped away as they stood at the revolving front door, a deep red carpet rolled out for the guests with guards at the door to check for invites. With shaky hands, Y/N fumbled with opening her bag and attempted to turn away with a feeble excuse of forgetting the invitations, but Citlalli had an arm hooked through one of hers and dragged her to the entrance.

“Invitations please,” the man to the right drawled.

“Absolutely,” Citlalli flashed him her prize winning smile and elbowed Y/N hard.

“R-right, here.” Y/N magically managed to confidently pull out the invitations and the two were ushered into the building with a bow. They followed the directions of the staff posted to guide the guests to double doors, which were pulled open for them. Dazzling lights, glittering glass, and luxurious fabrics filled the room. Opulent, tasteful, and refined. The two stood there, mouths hung open in awe. They were mere humans peering into the lux world of Olympus.

Like a poorly made souffle, Jason was instantly deflated at the face of the woman. She was pretty, but it was not whom he was expecting. Coupled with the bitter disappointment was the sting of embarrassment. Why was he expecting to see her here anyway? She was not part of the filthy rich of Gotham, and she had no other connections to the Wayne family aside from himself.

And like the dumbass you are, you never gave her an invite, let alone texted her back. The rectangular device felt like a ton of heated lead, burning a hole in his pocket. “Stupid, stupid, stupid .” He muttered to himself, turning away as he sipped his wine. The world around him was a blur of grey once more. Nothing was interesting. All of it mundane and artificial. The expensive wine was too dry and the hors d’oeuvre were either bland or too salty. Anything good was too small to be considered satisfying. No, stop it! It’s better this way. You don’t need to drag her into the shit show that’s part of being a Wayne. She’s better off forgetting about me. He reasoned, but he hated it. Why? Because as easy as it might be for her to forget him, he was not sure if he could forget her. It had only been a few meetings in person, but she left her mark on his soul, and it was not one that was going to come off easy. The tiny voice in the back of his mind even dared to wonder if he would be able to forget her at all. 

What were the chances that the person he gamed with online was the same person he saved from getting, and he left with a ridiculous hotel bill? He thought it was impossible, but clearly the universe wanted to prove it was slim, but never none. And as much as he blamed poor Magnus for getting him tied up in this mess, he knew he had to fix it. 

But shouldn’t fixing it mean that there’s an end to it?! I paid her the amount due, why can’t I just let it go?! He heaved a heavy sigh as he dodged a crowd that looked like it was going to try and swallow him whole and keep him imprisoned when he heard something. Not just any something, a name, a very specific name. Turning around completely, he watched Dick walked right up to two women. Both of whom he knew and one of whom was the reason why he was such a mess in his own head.

“Y/N, you made it!” He cheerfully waved.

You made it, what the fuck does he mean you made it? How the hell does he know her? Oh he fucking didn’t. I’m going to fuckinng wring his neck, I told him not to do anything! That little shit! Jason glared at the back of the elder Robin’s head.

“Officer Grayson, you’re here too?” Y/N stared at him in wide eyed disbelief. Even with a look of such childish stupor she looked beautiful. Jason sidestepped a group to have a better look to see what she was wearing. His heart stopped for two reasons. One, she looked absolutely stunning in her dress. It was effortless and exuded modern luxury. The deep richly colored fabric draped like liquid, hugging her curves just right. It was simple and clean, refreshing and yet oh so infuriating which led to the second reason for his heart screeching to a halt. It was navy, which was blue. Blue was not his color. Blue was the color of the walking deadman in front of her. She should have worn his color, red.

She’d look just as good, no, fuck that, she’d look way better in my color. How dare she come here wearing someone else’s color! He grumbled under his breath. “Yeah Magnus, I know, I didn’t invite her.” He rolled his eyes, hearing his stoney friend reprove him in his mind. “But that’s not important right now! What I need to focus on is why she is here, how she knows Dickhead, and what way I should beat his ass.” He mumbled, observing for any clues.

“Yeah, I try not to let it be known, but I’m Bruce’s first adopted son.” Dick rubbed the back of his neck. “We were in an interview when we last met, so I couldn't exactly bring up the fact that I'm part of the host’s family.” Y/N merely nodded in understanding, grateful to see a familiar face but internally screaming at how it was possible that she ran into two of the Waynes.

“Oh, completely understandable. You had a job to do.” Citlalli stepped forward, unabashedly eyeing the tall and handsome brother. “You look great in a suit, I can only imagine you look just as great in uniform.”

“Thank you, I do try a little to keep myself in shape.” He flashed her a swoon worthy smile. “I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Citlalli, you can call me Cici.” She extended a hand to him. He smoothly took the hand and turned her knuckles upwards and placed a kiss on the back.

“Richard Grayson, but you can call me Dick.” Y/N could see the web spinning in her dear friend’s mind. She found a new prey and there was no chance of escape. 

Maybe the two of them deserve each other. He can invite her to these parties and she won’t drag me to them. Plus she can’t say I never introduced her to a rich guy. And he comes complete with uniform and handcuffs.

“How about I get you two ladies a drink?”

“I’m good, but Cici would love one. You know she has an uncle who knows a thing or two about police and precincts.” Some of whom are on the other side of the bars, but she does have a big shot lawyer uncle. "You two would have a lot to talk about. Why don't you two go have a chat? No, no, don't mind me. Please, I insist,” Y/N practically threw her friend at the detective and shooed them away, smiling triumphantly. Don't say I never did anything for you! “Crap, now I’m all alone!” Her puff of pride instantly blew out and her shoulders slumped. Looking around at the packed room, she never felt as lonely and out of place as she did now.

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[trekkele]

omg i always felt this weird sense of 'something is wrong here' when i read batkid centric fics when it comes to bruce's characterization in terms of how he treated them when they were kids and overall treatment of bruce by the fic's narrative especially in fics where the central idea is supposed to be empathy or reinforcement of boundaries and you articulated it so well especially with jason or anyone else specifically bringing guns into the batcave or the manor.

i recently saw a few takes that went along the lines of "bruce isn't THAT traumatized with guns because he works with other vigilantes who use them and goes out crimefighting where he knows that he can get shot " to justify that he would (and should) be okay with jason using guns or keeping his guns in the manor or batcave. another reason i see a lot is that bruce is the one who taught the robins (mostly mentioned in relation to jason) to use guns safely so he isn't truly all that bothered by guns.

the thing about that that people don't seem to understand is, bruce being desensitized to other vigilantes or criminals using guns is something that has occurred over time because it is a necessary part of his life as a vigilante because he cannot be a functional vigilante if he freezes or panics every time he sees or hears or is around a gun. It is an absolute necessity. it DOES NOT mean that he is okay with his family (here, SON) members using guns or is completely unbothered by being near guns, especially in his civilian home (the manor) or his personal workspace that he shares with his children and occasionally with his other co-workers. and, bringing a gun specifically with the purpose of causing him discomfort out of spite as a "fuck you dad" is a massively shitty thing to do. bruce may have a lot of rules (and THE ONE rule) for himself but he doesn't have a lot of boundaries (which I think plays quite a bit into his reasonings when he is the one violating other people's boundaries).

also i don't think the guy who uses guns as a spite move against bruce is particularly owed a free pass to do so when he has literally used a gun to shoot bruce's youngest son in the chest and has attacked both his successors and committed extra-judicial murders in his predecessor's suit for his new persona and almost gotten him shot by the new york police as a consequence. why do the good things he did when he was robin absolve his very very harmful actions he chooses to do later on? he uses what he learned as robin to cause harm and hurts people whom he would have earlier sympathized with and wanted to protect (children and low level criminals and his own goons). he is convinced that bruce can only prove his love for him through the act of ruining himself and betraying everything he ever stood for. jason is a very complex character and I do think he is valid in his feelings, but not in his actions. defending his actions (recently saw takes that were trying to defend him taking large cuts from prostitution during his crime lord era when it was pointed out as a criticism to people calling him the "most feminist") because his feelings of betrayal and hurt are valid ends up glorifying his actions.

just because a character suffered doesn't make their future actions stemming from that pain correct or right and it isn't a moral failure on the part of the other characters to not superimpose the past goodness of the person onto their current horrible actions, even more so if the person isn't particularly interested in changing or letting others challenge their perspective on things. this goes for every character and I think is essential for interesting interactions among characters. characters don't live in each other's heads, their perception of other characters' actions aren't going to be shaped by what that person's internal monologue is.

this being said, I do think bruce (and dick, to a certain but smaller extent) will always be more forgiving or tolerant of jason because of the crippling guilt and self-blame he holds when it comes to jason and would allow him to get away with violating his boundaries more than he would allow any other rogue committing the same crimes. but that doesn't mean it should be narratively treated as something jason deserves from everyone or everyone owes to him. the younger heroes and the other older heroes hold no such thing that would make them excuse jason. but there is a limit to that and that should be acknowledged without painting it as an attack against jason. how many out-right crimes can you excuse from a person just because of your love for them, just because they are your child? can you really never hold your child accountable for causing major societal harm without being dubbed a bad parent and the sole problematic one? can a person's suffering ever excuse the suffering they cause to others (here, crime alley residents, low level goons whom he killed, the children he attacked, other vigilantes he antagonized, the children and families of all these people)?

as for alfred, i do agree with you on it being rational because the manor has been attacked when he was alone and that he would keep the gun hidden. i don't think he would hide it out of a "i am purposefully violating bruce's boundaries" thing but more of a "this is necessary but it would make bruce uncomfortable so i will hide it so bruce doesn't have to see it" thing and bruce would know about it and never be able to be okay with it but also never say anything to alfred so alfred will never really realize on his own how much it bothers bruce. though depending on the way it's written, i can just as easily see alfred using the fact as some sort of weird psychological power move when he disagrees with bruce as an adult but won't talk about it because he is british and incapable of not pretending to be only his butler.

i know i talked mainly about jason but that's because the trope shows up with him a lot more often, i find jason to be a very interesting and sympathetic character and i can't agree with a lot his actions but that does not make him any less interesting to me. i love jason's character and think his stories have a lot of potential to explore several themes but i don't particularly think he needs to be considered to always be correct in what he does in order to do that. once again thank you for helping me articulate my own thoughts on this, i loved your takes and posts on the matter

Aw thanks I'm glad my own rambling on the matter made sense to you!

But specifically on the subject of guns in the manor, I dont even think Bruce's trauma/lack of trauma is even relevant. I used the example of peanut butter in the tags somewhere, but if I say my house is a peanut free zone, my peanut allergy is actually irrelevant to you respecting that boundary. I don't think it even matters wether Bruce is scared of guns (canonically not in controlled environments and when he's Batman, but yes when someone is being threatened or he wasn't expecting it) I think the fact that he doesn't want them in his house is the important part.

As for "well it's Jasons house too!!" No it isn't. Not anymore.

And I believe Alfred uses the guns for both protection and a little but of a power move, depending on how much of a bastard he's being written as.

Jason can be sooo interesting, I'm just not that interested in him, if you understand what I mean? Like I can enjoy seeing other people poke at him but I think I've done it enough and am tired of it.

[jasonsknight3]

Welp, it’s time, the new story has officially begun. This story takes place in Arkham knight. The Halloween that ruined so many lives and brought o the worst of the worst. However, what part do you play in it? How do you fit into the story? Well, fear not because I have to e answer.

Side note: this story is planed to literally take place during the time of the Arkham game and comic book. I will keep it as accurate as possible however, I will be taking and changing some things because I’m adding you in it. It will largely stay the same though. Enjoy!

The longest night

Chapter one

“Memory lane”

Jason. The closest thing to love you felt. Being with him felt good. Even though you were only 15, you felt that you could marry the guy. A match made in heaven. He was your voice when you couldn’t speak up, you were his reason when he had none. The emotional connection between you two was undeniable. Jason was also Robin, a hero, a boy with a heart of gold. Maybe that’s why you felt for him. Despite his rough upbringing and living on his own from 13-15 with his troubles his heart had golden roots.

Shrugging on your jacket, you left your apartment to buy a week's worth of groceries like you usually do every Monday. The fall air was a little nippy but not too bad. The only downside was there wasn’t much foliage in gothams cores so, no colorful leaves to be found unless you went outside the city. The walk to the store is a good fifteen minute walk, your family only had one car to share between the parents and you hadn’t paid your monthly bus pass card yet so, that’s not an option either. However, a nice long walk was just the medicine to clear the chaos at home from your mind. Your family wasn’t bad, not at all. You loved your mom and dad and they you. It’s just that money is extremely tight. Sometimes parents argue. Say things. That’s just how it is.

Whistling a tune the sound of an engine slowing down a little too close for comfort made you pause and turn your eyes to whoever was deciding to cause trouble. All of the unsure feeling melted away the moment you laid eyes on a familiar face. “Well if it isn’t trouble chaser Todd.” You comment with a wide grin. “You flatter me, such high praise (y/n)” he replied, sliding off his bike helmet and setting it down to rest between his legs on his bike with a lopsided grin. “So, where’s a girl like you heading on this…fine evening?” He asked, mimicking a British accent. “I happen to be going to the market on this chilled eve.” You respond in the same manner. “Would thou like an escort fair maiden?” Laughing, you drop the accent. “This fair maiden would love a ride.” Jason held out the biker helmet to you “your chariot awaits.” The helmet was a little big but still would do its job. Jason was special, Everyone would know that if they just took a closer look. He was smart, loved literature, funny, and kind. The ride was nice, clinging to Jason, your head resting against his back as the wind blew your jacket behind you. Since Jason showed up tonight, everything felt like a moment to remember, a moment to think about when you felt low. A core memory. Pulling into the parking lot, he shut off the engine and kicked the motorcycle's kick stand before helping you dismantle the bike.

Walking inside “Got the list?” Jason asked, pulling his hand out of his pocket to take it. “Yea, I got it.” Handing him the list his eyes read over the scratchy writing. “This is the same list from last Monday.” Jason stated his eye locking with yours. “Well, it's cheap and still keeps us fed. Besides, even with all three of us working, my mom, dad and I make only enough to get by.” Looking over the list again he smiled. “I think I can spice up your food selection a little.” You open your mouth to protest but he beats you to the punch. “And before you say “oh you don’t have to do that” I know. I can and want to.” The smile and warmth you felt in your heart was involuntary. Throwing an arm around your shoulder he said “Come on, let’s go get some good stuff.”

As you went through the isles you guys talked about your week so far. His was the usual excitement, fighting crime, school, all the things. Yours was the same as usual as well, school, work, a few screaming fights between the parents about money. Jason enjoyed giving you small gifts and little things here and there for you. Jason selected some produce, fruits, healthy and unhealthy foods. After checking out a d bagging the items it was time for the awkward ride home. It was a small struggle, you held on to a few plastic bags, some evenly divided on the handle of the bike. You had to stop only once to pick up the bags you dropped. Honestly, you were impressed with how well you both did hanging on after the one incident. When you guys got to your home, Jason helped you and your mom unpack the groceries and put them away. Your mom liked Jason but your dad was a little skeptical, as expected. Jason’s kindness earned a homemade dinner and a movie with you, your mother, and himself.

A fond day to cling to now

The sounds of laughter and cocky attitudes echoed in the batcave. “Remember (y/n) keep your hands up to protect your face and or swing, elbows low and in to protect damage to your ribs. Keep light on your feet so you can move quickly. Also-“ cutting him off you lunge at him tackling him to the mat on the floor. Jason cried out in surprise. “Oh shi-“ Alfred cut him off “language Master Todd.” Jason looked up at Alfred. “Sorry Alfred.” Alfred nodded and turned his attention back to nightwing and tending to his physical ailments from the night’s festivities. Jason turned back to you. “Now that wasn’t very fair of you.” Giving a triumphant smile you retort “Aren’t you supposed to be ready for anything?” Pursing his lips he thought about it. “Yea, I guess you're right.” In one swift moment he flipped you on your stomach having you I. A choke hold. No to together though, his legs wrapped around yours locking them I. Place. Your hands automatically shoot up to try and pry his hold off. Jason's breath tickled his ear “admit I’m the best.”

You: “you stink.”

Jason: “say I’m the coolest guy you know.”

You: “You're the weirdest guy I’ve ever met.”

Jason: “Admit I’m smart.”

You: “You have the brain of a toddler.”

Jason: “Say you think I'm sexy.”

You: “Look like a wet dog.” You snicker enjoying the banter. “Ugh, if I wanted to watch teenagers get it on I would rather watch a trashy romance movie. You guys are ridiculous.” Dick commenter to which Jason snapped back. “You’re just jealous I’m able to maintain a relationship.” The expression on Dicks face spoke volumes. Jason definitely hit a nerve. “Oh yea?” He inquired. “Yeah.” Jason nodded. Dick got off the seat. “Get up Todd.” Jason let go and whispered in your ear. “Watch this.”

Getting up you decided to stand next to Alfred who protested against dick fighting falling on deaf ears. Alfred realizing that this was happening whether he wanted it to or not he sighed. “I don’t know what to do with those boys.” Sitting back the duel began. Jason was bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Come on chickenwing! Bawk! Bawk!” Jason taunted with a wicked grin. “It’s Nightwing.”Dick corrected seething. The battle of honor began. Jason swung first, his fist connecting with Dicks lower run cage which seemed to just make Dick angrier. Dick swept Jason’s leg knocking him to the floor before pinning him and having Jason in a tight choke hold. “It's not so fun when it's not your girlfriend is it!” Dick said with a smug look. “Screw you!” Jason yelled anger very apparent in his voice as he jabbed his elbow into Dick’s rib again making him let go. With the new found freedom, Jason straddles him and starts pounding on him, punching him where he could. It was honestly a little scary watching from the outside. “Master Todd! Master Grayson! Enough of this childish behavior!” Jason stopped looking up at Alfred with a guilty expression before a fist connected to his chin knocking him off of Dick. Alfred and you intervene, you take Jason while Alfred takes hold of Grayson. “You mother-“ Dick cut Jason off “I will always do better than you, be better than you.” He said venom in his words. “At least I don't dress like I’m going to a fuckimg disco party to fight crime and look like a little bitch.” Jason yelled at him, that caught you so off guard. You had to fight to stifle the laugh. “I designed the suit myself you ass!” Dick retorted. “Yea, I can tell, Dick.” “Boys, enough for the last time! Separate or so, help me I will tell Bruce to keep you both off missions for a Week!” Alfred is clearly fed up.

Both boys went to their rooms to calm down. “You really did a low blow going after the wardrobe.” You started breaking the silence as the both of you sat on the bed. “He’s an ass.” Jason was still very clearly in a mood. You take his hand, “I dot. Have siblings, but I do have a family. Family can be your worst enemy and your best friend. The rough patch will pass.

It’s a terrible thing, just as they were starting to work things out. He was gone.

Harsh words sounded through the off white walls of the apartment. Same old thing, money this, money that, we have to this, we have to that. After a day of work and school, arguing was the absolute last thing you wanted to hear. What better place to go to escape the noise than the fire escape.

There you were, eyes closed, the breeze gently cooling your skin. A wonderful feeling. That’s when another sensation touched your cheek, a warmth, something soft. Opening one eye you see what you knew was there. Jason’s lips left your cheek. “Hey.” He smiled. You wave your hand in front of your face trying to wave away the smell. “Geez you smell, and you're sweaty, wanna shower?” You offer jokingly but with kindness. “That would be amazing. Thanks.” He commented. “Oh, uh don’t be alarmed by the way. They are just arguing. That’s all.” Jason nodded knowingly, “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.” Following him inside he tossed his duffle bag to the ground and pulled out some clean clothes and stuffed his sweaty red shirt in the duffles bag before disappearing to the bathroom and turning on the shower.

A few minutes later you found yourself reading a magazine. Something about Bruce Wayne and another charity he supported. Seems like a nice guy. Shortly after you thought maybe you’d be nice and wash his clothes. You needed to do your own laundry anyway. It was starting to pile up. Reaching into the back you pull out the shirt with just your pointer finger and thumb and the shorts. That’s when something caught your eye, something bright yellow. Touching the fabric it felt soft. Pulling it out more revealed the rest of the suit, the yellow turned out to be a cape with black on the other side. Under the cape however…was a suit. Not just any red and green suit, the Robin suit. Your mouth practically dropped to the floor. Is Jason Robin? Is this fake? No it could be, the suit is too well made to be a costume. Wait, if Jason is Robin does that mean Bruce knows? Wait…is Bruce Batman? No that can’t be right could it? The sound of the bathroom door opening snagged your attention. There stood Jason with worry in his expression. “YOU’RE ROB-“ Jason tackled you to the bed, his hand cupping your mouth, his face panicking. “Shhhhh, please, just be calm. Relax. I’ll explain everything.” He took a moment to look at you and recompose himself. “If I let you go, will you be quiet?” After you nodded in agreement he let go and got off of you help g you sit up. “Okay, um, I am Robin. I’ve been Robin for a while now. You know, fighting crime and helping Batman.” You listened as he spilled everything. Putting his trust in you. “I need you to keep this to yourself, okay?” Nodding you agree. “I promise.your secret is safe with me. On a lighter note-“ you smile feeling excited “you being Robin explains so much. Would you be willing to…can you put on the suit and show me. I wanna see it up close!” Jason laughed and agreed,

Sometimes you wonder if you didn’t know if Jason suddenly disappearing and never being able to come back would have made it easier.