#child of crime alley

[camillomea]

Child of crime ally episode 3 reason

here is new episode

Tim’s eyes lit up as he ate the pancake. “Delicious,” he said. Jason said, “Oh bird. I’m sure you’ve had Alfred’s pancakes before. His are better. It’s not like it’s your first time.” He smiled. But he was glad he liked it. But what he didn’t expect was what Tim said next: “No.” Jason said, “Huh? What’s not?” Tim asked. “I never ate at Wayne Manor. Or stayed up to sleep.” Jason took a deep breath to calm himself. “Timbo, Timbuktu, Timothy, Thea.” Tim winced at the last name but didn’t comment. Jason continued as if he hadn’t noticed. “Look, I’m not saying you’re lying, but are you sure about what you just said to me?” Tim looked away but nodded. Jason growled, his fists clenched in anger. Tim winced. Jason said, “I’m sorry, Timbuktu. I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Tim didn’t say anything but calmed down. Jason said “Timmy can you look after me” in a soft tone. Tim looked at him hesitantly. Jason asked “Come on everyone else, is Alfred too?” Tim looked away. Jason clenched his fists “Is that why you stopped even going out to the mansion?” he said quietly. Tim said “It’s not my house, no need to show off to anyone.” Jason took a deep breath to calm himself “Timmy can I hug you?” he asked in a soft tone. Tim winced and blinked. Then he nodded hesitantly. Jason came to him and hugged him. Tim froze for a while then he hesitated and then he responded. Jason hugged him tightly “You know you’re a very brave boy, right? You’re the bravest boy I know in fact.” Tim buried his head in his chest and gripped the back of his suit. But he wasn’t crying, he had understood years ago that he had grown up, that crying wouldn’t do any good. Jason leaned his big hand on his head. He started to gently stroke his hair. Jason held him like that for a while and then asked “Come on little bird, eat it hot before it gets cold, okay?” Tim nodded silently and sat down. He continued eating. Even though Jason was very angry, he didn't show it to Tim. He was watching him and making sure he ate properly. After the two finished eating, they cleaned up the dishes and got ready. When Jason went to his room to change, he sent a message to a close, tight-lipped trusted man. J: Mike, I have a mission for you

M: Sure, boss. What is it?

J: I'll give you a name. He lives in the Alley, I want you to find out where he lives, his family situation

M: Sure, boss. Is everything okay?

J: Yes. A child.

He wrote. He gave information about his identity. Then he closed the screen and got ready. Tim was waiting for him when he left the room. When Jason saw him, a small smile appeared on his face. "Are you ready, little bird?" he said. Tim nodded. Jason handed him a coat. It was thick and warm. Tim looked at him confused. Jason said, "Wear this, we're going on a motorcycle. You'll catch a cold." Tim blinked, but then nodded. The two of them left the house and set off.

***

When the two of them finally arrived at the cave, Tim was slightly cold but he was trying not to show it. He got off the bike and took off his helmet. When Jason got off, he asked, “Are you okay Bird?” Tim nodded, “Thanks for the ride,” Jason smiled, “Keep your jacket on,” he said. Tim nodded, “Thanks.” Jason smiled, “Tea or coffee?” he asked. Tim said, “No need to bother.” Jason said, “I’ll get it for myself anyway. I can get it for you.” Tim mumbled, “Tea, thanks.” He pulled his hood over his head. He sat on the chair. He rubbed his hands together and tried to warm them up. He had relaxed in the chair. He was trying to warm up when he heard footsteps. When he looked over, he saw Bruce. Bruce said, “Timmy, you’re here.” Tim nodded, “I just got here to run a few errands before patrol,” he said. Bruce said, “I understand.”

[deadsetobsessions]

Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Part 1

[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4]

To not turn into a giant raging asshole hell bent on murdering people and destroying the world after everyone he loved died, Danny had ran from Amity with his chosen vice.

A bottle. That’s right. Even after Jazz’s talks about alcoholism as a poor coping mechanism as a form of self harm, he still chose alcohol. Or maybe that’s why he picked it, because it reminded him of her, right before the booze took the sting of grief off of her memory. He was never really all that good at listening to Jazz.

And now she’s gone, so it’s moot point. Danny really hated Nasty Burger.

Danny made it all the way to Gotham, bottle constantly glued to his hand. It’s better than Vlad’s creep-o-self looming over him all of the time. He bummed out on the streets, fitting into crime alley like a native. Danny learned to pickpocket. Not much, just enough for a bottle when his ran out. He stayed human. At first he tried to convince himself that it was because he didn’t want to be perceived as a meta in a city where Batman notoriously disliked metas. Then, as he sunk deeper, he admitted to himself in a shameful curl of a whisper that it was really because alcohol affected his human side much easier.

Ghosts need an ungodly amount of alcohol to even get slightly buzzed. Danny’s human side? Only one full bottle the shittiest tequila he could find could even hope to be more than buzzed. It sucked.

He’s spent two years being an alcoholic that didn’t actually get that drunk. Technically, underage drinking was a crime. But then again, so was being a vigilante ghost. So, whatever. He does what he can to dull the grief. Mostly, he slept on covered and hidden nooks on top of Crime Alley’s roofs. Gotham city had taken pity on him and cleared her smog clouds when he was awake at night. Stargazing helped, at least. It gave him a little hope. It gave him a little wish to change and better and live like he wants. But then the night ends and when the day comes, Jazz isn’t there. Sam isn’t there. Tucker isn’t there. His mom and dad are not there.

Danny always went back to the bottle, in the end. Not that it did much.

Which was why, when he saw three looming figures over a tiny child, Danny’s saving people thing flared with a vengeance and his surprised ectoplasm burned what little buzz he had achieved by downing most of the bottle away, leaving him stone cold sober and pissed.

Danny sighed, dumping the rest of the nasty tasting liquid out. There’s no point drinking that little.

He approached the trio, who were beating up an actual child. Ancients, he hated Crime Alley sometimes.

“Give me your shit, you little punk!” Asshole 1 decided to say like a typical mugger, raising his leg to kick the curled up kid below. Danny doesn’t let him land the kick, smashing the bottle on the asshole’s head before any of them clocked his presence. He pivots, pushing a bit of that extra strength he normally keeps on a tight leash into his hands, and punched the other two in a quick fashion, knocking them out.

With that taken care of, Danny turned back to the kid who was still curled up. Danny sighed again, the trembles in small shoulders plucking on his heartstrings.

“You okay, kid?”

The kid uncurls, and Danny stared. Holy shit, is he looking into a mirror? Blue eyes, black hair, and tanned skin. Holy shit, he’s even got similar jaws to Danny.

“Huh.”

The kid flinched.

“Y-y’er the drunk,” the kid flinched again, eyes darting to the broken bottle still clenched in Danny’s hand. “I- I ain’t got money, honest. Please-”

Danny blinked down at the kid, brain connecting the dots after so long without actual interaction. He’s panicking and staring at the bottle in Danny’s hand like it’ll kill him. Danny raised the bottle and the kid closed his mouth with a click, terror worming its way into the kid’s eyes.

“I wasn’t going to mug you myself, kid.”

“But- y’er the- the Alley drunk.”

Danny blinked. Did he get a reputation without knowing again? Goddammit.

“I guess. Am I famous or somethin’?”

“Nobody- nobody fucks wit’ ya.”

“I also don’t hurt kids.”

“…”

The kid stared at him dubiously and with a sinking feeling, Danny realized that maybe the kid already had some terrible experiences with a heavy drunken hand. He promptly chucks the bottle further into the alley.

“I drink, yes. But I’m also not the kind of scum that would lay hands on a kid, let alone anyone that didn’t provoke it first.”

“Oh.” The kid uncurled more, looking at Danny warily, more at ease now that the bottle has left the chat.

“Yeah. I’m Danny. Stone cold sober, right now.”

“…”

Danny waited.

“Peters.”

“Okay. Peters, do you wanna take their shit?” Danny pointed a thumb at the knocked out would-be-muggers behind him.

“Y… yeah, sure. What’s my cut?”

“All of it.”

Peters stared.

Danny shrugged and started looting.

"Y'er so fuckin' weird."

----

See, the thing is, Danny hadn't anticipated saving Peters- "'s actually Jason"- would result in having a duckling following him around. The kid, Jason, glared at everyone who even looked at them wrong. But that's not the problem, because Danny could take anyone who took issue with Jason's looks, it's more like there's a child following him around now and Danny doesn't want to be the reason Jason turns into an alcoholic. It's- well, it made him cut down on the drinking. He even got jobs- legitimate jobs that sucks out his his poor ectoplasmic soul.

Why? Because Jason's apparently homeless. While that's something Danny's okay with for himself, he can't ever condone that for an actual child. Jason's walking around in threadbare clothes and thin soled shoes in the middle of Fall, for Ancient's sake.

Danny grumbles as he piled a bunch of clothes into the shopping bag as he checked out. Gotham's Walmart is a different kind of hell, but Danny feels right at home.

Sure, the work might suck out his soul and he might hate being sober, but Jason's face every time he comes home to an actual place to live, warm clothes, and food was worth everything.

[seekingxanadu]

Batfam stans trying so so hard to mystify Dick and Jason's relationship when canonically all it is, is Jason never recovering from imposter syndrome and worse, he KNOWS the syndrome is real because he doesn't succeed. Jason keeps trying to BE Dick - wearing Dick's Robin suit, pathetically enraged at 13 yr old Tim for wearing Dick's Robin mantle, wearing Dick's Nightwing suit to commit murder (please stop with the fanon of Jason patrolling Bludhaven when Dick is otherwise occupied; serial killer Jason does not deserve Dick's city), trying to kill Tim (TWICE!) and Damian - the brothers who built a relationship with Dick inspite of Bruce, trying to team up with Dick's besties. I am sympathetic to Jason's original tragedy but Jason's subsequent complaints are not sympathetic; Jason keeps making the wrong decisions and having misplaced motives for those actions. But when his well-laid plans fail, he cries "I died". Yes you did, kid, but NOW? You are a serial killer - who has killed gen pop prisoners, small time thugs and street drug dealers - and you CHOSE that way of action. So NO. Jason's tragedy ain't Dick's to shoulder, not AFTER the actions of Jason -towards Dick's brothers and Dick's city and Dick's people - after he came back.

Dick mourns the boy that once was. Not the serial killer who IS.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 4

Another prompt, but in memes because trying to gather my thoughts is hard sometimes lol.

[ghostofthephantomzone]

Feral child Danny Au pt2

He's like a stray cat, he’ll only tolerate you if you have food. And when that food is gone you better be too or you’ll get bitten.

Also, Jason is definitely feeding him to try to gain his trust. Like, he's basically Pavlov-ed him, whenever Danny sees him he's now hungry. (not that he's not hungry anyway)

The street kids treat him like a secret puppy lol, like

Oh no, someones coming, quick hide him!

They don't know his name though, so he’s called all sorts of names. Like

“Come on, Bandit”

“Billy no! Don't do that!”

Feel free to repost with your own headcanons, I love to see them!

Danny and Jason:

[yeetus-feetus]

so I had this random idea.

You know how Jason helps kids in Crime Alley? What if he like save a tiny little baby but it's parents were killed and are currently bleeding out on the sidewalk and Jason is silently freaking out because what the fuck does he do with this baby. Look he's generally good with kids, but babies? Nope.

Let's say he goes to Dick for help (because he's not asking Bruce for anything) because this baby is screaming it fucking lungs out and Dick is obviously great with this baby because he already has a kid of his own (Mar'i). So Dick's able to calm the baby and shush it and makes all this stupid baby sounds at it until it's happy again.

And he's telling Jason he should adopt the kid, and Jason's like "no way. Not happening." Because his job is dangerous and he doesn't have time for a baby, even if it's a really cute baby and the Gotham foster system is absolute shit and he's worrying himself just thinking about leaving this defenseless little thing in the hands of just anyone.

But then Dick hands the baby back to Jason so he can duck out to get baby formula and, and Jason's shirtless now because his clothes were soaked with blood, and this tiny baby tries to fucking latch on to his tit😂 and Jason gets these wide eyes and just looks at Dick. "It thinks I'm it's mum, what do I do!?"

And Dick just grins. "Be it's mum dude" he laughs and dips out the window.

And Jason is left with this baby looking up at him with equally wide eyes. And it's kinda reminiscent of when he first met Damian during his time with the league, the way he stared up at Jason intently while he read to him.

And now Jason knows what to do.

When Dick gets back with enough baby things to last them at least a few days, he finds Jason reading Shakespeare to the little baby cradle against his chest. The baby is half asleep, like Jason's rumbly voice is sending it off to sleep, but it doesn't want to close it's eyes just yet, doesn't want to look away from it's new protector for even a second.

Because that's what Jason becomes, no matter how much he tries to deny at first, he ends up raising that kid. With lots of help from other heroes he actually trusts with the kid (Jason is the most overprotective mama bear you've ever seen. Not in a funny way, he actually gets really scary.)

This means Bruce doesn't even know about it. Like at all. Not for a long time at least. It also means Jason mellows out a bit and spends more time with Dick, Kory and Roy (the only ones he trusts to leave the kid with).

[officiallyossy-haywooddent]

(Mun)

Felt silly—

Made a new Gotham RP account :]

Also I keep on stealing reactiony images from @gothams-problem-children mun sooo—

thanks babes :]

[camillomea]

Child of crime alley 8did you know this/ first doctor visit

Notes:

new episode here. I hope you like it, express your thoughts in the comments. Have a nice read. Your comments are always my source of enthusiasm

cami

Chapter Text

Jason finally got off the bike when he reached the restaurant. He looked around. Tim was there. He looked exhausted. “Jay,” he said. Jason asked. “Hi bird. How did work go?” Tim said. “Busy but good,” Jason ruffled his hair. Tim hummed quietly. Jason said. “Okay, okay. Here you go,” he said, handing him the helmet. Tim put the helmet on and got in. Jason was on his way when Tim held onto his waist. They finally arrived at the clinic. They took off the helmet and got out. Tim was looking around. Jason asked. “Did you really never come here?” Tim shook his head. “But he took care of me in the cave after the JJ incident. Of course, I wasn’t fully conscious at the time,” he said. Jason said. “Speaking of Joker, I can’t wait to see him again. I’m going to put a bullet in his head.” Tim said. “Have fun,” he said in a flat tone. Jason’s lip twitched. “Thanks bird,” he said. They went inside. They went to the reception. Jason said "We have an appointment with Doctor Leslie". A voice said "You're here". Jason said "Doctor Leslie hello. Yes we are". Tim said "Hello" nervously. Leslie said "Hello". Then "Come with me" they went inside. Tim was late. Leslie said "Let's start with Jason first. His will take less time". Tim said "What exactly are we going to do" he said in a low voice. Leslie said "It will be a general check-up. You don't have any doctor check-ups". Tim nodded silently. Finally he started the check-up.

***

Barbara opened her phone screen and sent a message to Cass.

B-hey Cass can you come by today?

C-now? I was going to bed. What's the matter?

B-you don't have to come right now. Just come by today. It's about Tim.

C-I'm coming there. What's the matter? Is little brother okay?

B-well we found some records. It's about Tim. Jason and I thought you might want to see it

C- I'm on my way.

B – Okay. She wrote. Then she sent Dick the compilation of the recordings.

B- did you know this happened?

***

Finally, when Jason was done with the checkup, it was Tim's turn. Leslie asked, "Are you ready?" Tim said, "Yes, doctor." Leslie said, "If you want, Jason can come out and we can do a private checkup." Tim hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "He can stay." Jason felt relieved to hear this. He wanted to be there to make sure he was okay. Leslie, okay, then we'll first measure your weight and height, then check your blood pressure, then start the physical exam, and then do the other checkups." Tim nodded. Leslie measured his height and weight first. His eyebrows were furrowed. Then he checked his blood pressure, and the numbers were good. When he was done, he asked him to take his clothes off. Tim took them off. Leslie started checking his body. His body was covered in scars. One particularly serious scar was on his back. His ribs were noticeably weak. When I took off his gloves, the crookedness of his fingers was obvious. Leslie asked, “How did these happen?” Tim said, “They broke a few times,” without expression. Jason was angry but remained silent. The same thing happened to Tim’s legs.

It had taken too long to finally get the full check-up done. Tim was exhausted. Leslie said, “It will take about a week for all the results to come back. Now, let’s get to the basics.” Tim was tense. Jason was sitting next to him. He had placed his hand on Tim’s shoulder soothingly. Leslie said, “I already have an idea of ​​your living conditions.” Tim said, “Yes,” without expression. Leslie asked, “What are your diet and sleep patterns?” Tim said, “I eat two regular meals a day these days, with snacks in between. My sleep pattern is usually between 12:00 and 8:00. I leave work around 10:00 or 11:00, then I eat, do my work, and go to bed.” Leslie asked, “So you work nights?” Tim said, “Yes, I work at a café, it’s open 24 hours.” Leslie nodded, “Which area do you live in?” Tim said, “Crime Alley.” Leslie said, “I understand, I’ll give you some medicine and vitamins to start. There’s no charge, try to eat regularly on a full stomach.” Tim said, “I’ll try.” Leslie said, “I’d like you to increase your meals if possible. Your height and weight are definitely inadequate due to your lack of eating for your age. You seem to be slowly getting back on track, though. You’re still dangerously thin right now. It’s also making your health worse.” Tim said, “I can handle it.” Leslie sighed, “I know, but it’ll make your life harder,” he said in a patient tone. Tim sighed, but finally said, “I’ll try.” Leslie nodded, “I can straighten your bones, but not for that,” he said. Tim said, “I know, and no, I’m fine, it’s healed, it’s a little crooked, but it doesn’t stop me. I only get pains when it’s really cold.” Leslie nodded. “You can come back in a week for the results the same day. I’ll leave it to you to get her here, Hood.” Jason said. “Okay, Doc.” Tim mumbled. “I could have come myself.” Jason said. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go, Bird.”

Prew:

[cigamfossertsim]

jason: fuck!

lian: thats a bad word uncle jason

jason: oh mind your own business lian

[druidgroves]

considering a moon druid with the criminal background,,,,,

[riot-of-robins]

One of the great parts of this moment is that Batman didn’t catch him immediately partly because he was too busy being stunned at the sheer audacity of this kid, and then too busy laughing about it.

He thought it was hilarious too.

I always have to smile at myself when I read a fanfic in which Bruce immediately catches Jason after he hits with his tire iron.

I get why fanfic writers do it, so they can move the plot along without having to write the chase after Jason or the scene when they do talk in the condemned building that Jason sleeps in. I get it.

But I always have to think about canon then.

Because not only did Jason manage to run away from Batman.

He also called him a 'big boob'.

I repeat. He gets caught jacking the tires. Tries to deny it. Hits Batman with a tire iron, runs away and insults him.

This 12-year old did something that every rogue would never even dream of.

[foerchen]

IN THE BATCAVE

Bruce: *sitting at Batcomputer minding his own business*

Jason: *getting ready for patrol*

Dick: *asks nicely*

Dick: Jay, could you hand me my escrimas?

Jason: *deadpans*

Jason: Go get them yourself, Dickface.

Tim: *walks in*

Tim: Jason, could you toss me my bo staff, please?

Jason: *no hesitation, tosses Tim his bo staff*

Dick: *shooketh*

Dick: Why do you help him and not me??? I'm your big bro, Little Wing!

Jason: Middle children have to stay together.

Dick: *confused af because Jay and Tim are his only brothers*

Tim: *curious*

Bruce: *frozen before turning around slowly*

Dick: Jason, you're the only middle child... right?

Jason: *laughs nervously*

Jason: Oh, would you look at that! Crime Alley is calling my name!

Jason: *runs*

---

SOMEWHERE IN NANDA PARBAT

Damian: *sneezes*

Damian: Somebody mentioned me.

---

LATER THAT EVENING

Talia: *on the phone with Bruce*

Talia: What! Me?! Hide a child of yours?!

Talia: *looks at Damian and a picture of Jason*

Talia: Never, Beloved.

[officiallyossy-haywooddent]

Do you feel fulfilled in life? Do you really think you can look back on what you've done and be Proud? What are you gonna do when another person you care about dies? Are you strong enough to handle it?

Fuck off.

I didn’t kill Castor, and anyone I did kill left me no choice. Nobody else is gonna die, not if I have shit to say about it.

And yeah, I’m real fucking grateful I’m even alive, fulfilled or not, so piss off.

So, let me ask you, are you fulfilled? Really?

Will you be able to handle the death of your family? The crumble of the world?

I sure as hell hope so, it’ll be put to the test soon.

[camillomea]

Child of crime alley 4- telepathy

Here is the new chapter, I hope you like it. Enjoy reading. Write your thoughts in the comments. I am always open to suggestions and criticisms.

Tim looked at Bruce. Bruce was examining him and asked, "Are you cold?" Tim said, "I'm fine." With a flat expression, Tim said, "I understand." Bruce said quietly. Tim thought, "What does he want?" They were all really weird lately, he was tired of dealing with it. He took his computer out of his bag, it was probably expired, but he didn't want to spend unnecessary money, he definitely didn't have enough money for that, he started to turn on his computer, he leaned back while waiting for it to turn on silently. Bruce was watching him. "Have you eaten?" he asked. Tim said, "Yes, I ate before I came." Bruce nodded.

Jason came with two mugs in my hands. "Here's some tea. It'll help you warm up." Tim said, "Thanks Hood," he said, taking the mug. Jason's eye twitched, but he didn't comment on the Hood. He stuck his head out from Tim's side and looked at what he was doing. He frowned at his computer. When Tim got too close to him, he looked at him as if he was asking. Jason asked, "Can you look at something for me later?" Tim asked, "What is it?" Jason said, “It’s about a case.” Tim said, “Okay. I’ll take a look before I get to work.” Jason said, “Thank you, Little Bird.” Tim nodded silently and drank his tea. Jason had pulled up a chair for himself and sat down. He glared at Bruce before he started to mind his own business. Bruce said, “What happened?” telepathically. Jason said, “Bird and I had a long talk today.” Bruce said, “About what?” telepathically. Jason said, “I wonder what it’s about.” YOU THINK. Bruce flinched and looked away. Jason said, “We need to talk. But we’ll do it after Bird gets back to where he lives.” telepathically. Bruce nodded silently. Jason said, “The rose in my palm turned color after I made contact with him.” telepathically. Bruce’s eyes widened. “No, no, that can’t be impossible. If it was, I would know. We would know. It’s impossible,” he said telepathically. Jason said, “That’s what happened. And you’re too stupid a jerk to realize it,” he said telepathically, angrily. Bruce flinched. Tim looked at them staring at each other. “Umm, is something wrong?” he asked nervously. Jason said, “Oh no, Bird. It’s nothing. He was just asking me something.” Tim blinked. “What do you mean?” he asked. Jason froze. “Little Bird, you know about soulmates, right?” he asked. Tim said, “Well, I heard,” he said, tilting his head. Jason said, “The archetype is usually your parent’s bond. Don’t you have any of those?” Tim shrugged. “I’d be surprised if I did. They’re not my family, after all. There’s a reason I don’t have the Drake surname,” he said blankly. Jason’s eye twitched. “And what’s that?” he asked. Tim turned back to his computer and focused on his computer. “They left me when I was 11 and fled the country. They even took their last name off my ID. I guess my only regret was not being able to go back into that house one last time and get my things,” he muttered. Jason’s eyes flashed green with anger. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Bruce said, “Timmy, are you telling us that your parents abandoned you and left you on the street with nothing?” Tim shrugged, “Yeah. Apparently they got into some kind of trouble and ran away. Not that they were home before, they had been traveling abroad for archaeological digs since I was 4. I didn’t even have a babysitter after I was 6. Apparently I had grown up enough. Anyway, when I was 11 and left on my own, it worked out for me. I was experienced enough to take care of myself,” he said. He flinched when he heard a thud. Jason had broken the glass in his hand in anger. When he saw Tim’s reaction, he asked, “Sorry Little Bird, my hand slipped. It didn’t come to you, did it?” Tim shook his head. “Are you okay, Hood?” Jason said, “Yeah, I’m okay. It’s okay, I didn’t get burned,” Tim said, nodding. Jason cleaned himself up, then said, “Back to the topic. Soulmates have a telepathic connection, so I can curse Bruce’s stupidity without putting money in the swear jar.” Tim laughed lightly. Then he asked, “Oh, so you were talking that way?” Jason said, “Yeah.” Tim mumbled, “Oh, I see.” Jason smiled, but telepathically shouted—HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE? Bruce looked away. Tim was intrigued by what he was saying, but didn’t comment. He didn’t have a soul mate, after all, and probably never would. So he focused on the task at hand.

[malachite22fairytail]

Young orphan adopts a crime lord agaisnt his will.

reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.

[prlssprfctn]

Since we all agree that people of the Alley of Crime adore Red Hood and believe in him, I think it is time to imagine Jason in a scene similar to the one from OG Spiderman, where his identity is accidentally outted in front of crowd of people, and they all are just choose to protect him and help him out.

So maybe Gotham is facing especially nasty trouble, and vigilantes are on the receiving end this time. So maybe Jason is thrown at the dirty Alley in his part of town, wounded, with helmet flying off, and there is just a crowd of people staring as bleeds out, astonished. And Jason thinks, oh, that's the end — he can go and shoot himself, honestly, because he just failed the man rule every vigilante have: never show your face, never reveal your identity.

But people are... helping him? His eyes are half-open, breath laboured and pained, but all he hears is gentle murmuring:

'God, he is just a kid...'

'He must be younger than my son.'

'Poor child...'

He feels soft elderly hand against his cheek as someone from the crowd, an ex nurse, comes closer to bandage his injuries, while a kid, barely with the size of his helmet, brings it back, sticking out their tongue as they try to place it back on his head, to hide his face.

'It is okay,' the old woman reassures him. 'You are safe with us, son. We hadn't seen anything.'

Jason's eyes sting, because, oh.

It is his people. He loves them. He will die for them.

And they love him just as much.

He still waits for someone to out him, though. But the week ends, the villain is out of the picture, and no one says a thing. The only proof that it ever happened is civilians, who keep waving at Jason — not Red Hood, just Jason — when their paths cross somewhere in the shops or streets.

And that's how he knows that it is them; it is them, and they keep him safe as much as he keeps safe them.