#dad! jack

[jackmanbj]

happy wife, happy life

summary: your pregnancy mood swings are killing jack, he tried everything to get you happy but everything he tried fails.

requested by a lovely anon!💕

jack had just left the house to go get you some food, you wanted to stay home because this baby was kicking your ass.

jadore went with jack to go get your food so she could get some to.

stinka💕-baby what do you want?

you- i told you, canes.

stinka💕- i know baby, what do you want from canes?

you- oh sorry, can i get a 3 piece please?

stinka💕- of course

you put your phone down and started watching me before you.

not even 10 minutes into the the movie, you in tears, but it was to good to turn off.

jack helped jadore into her seat and placed her food down.

he quickly went to go get you so you can eat.

jack opened the door to seen you crying, eyes still glued to the screen, tissue in one hand and remote in the other.

“baby whats wrong??”

jack made his way over to you and wiped your tears off with his thumb.

“nothing..the movie is so sad though jack..” “baby, lets go eat mmh?” “ok..”

jack helped you up and started helping you make your way down the stairs to jadore and your food.

“whats wrong mommy?”

that made you cry even more, just jadore making sure her mommy was ok made you cry.

jadore noticed you starting to cry once again so she hopped out her set as fast as she could and ran over to hug your leg.

you bet down to pick her up.

“mommys ok sweet girl, lets eat eat?”

“yes!”

you brought jadore back to her seat and your both started eating.

“mm jack this is so good, want some?”

jack walked over a took a huge bit of your food and you just looked at him.

“really jack? i dont even want it anymore.” “baby finish your food!” “no! i dont want it anymore.”

you got up and picked up your phone and started walking back upstairs to watch your movie.

a few minutes later jack walked into the room with the word sorry written on his forehead that looked like it was written by a three year old.

because it was.

“read my forehead babe.”

you looked at his forehead and immediately giggled.

“really? i hope thats washable.”

“it is mamas, now do you forgive me?”

“yes baby boy i forgive you.”

jack had the biggest grin on his face as he walked over to you.

he stood on the side of the bed where you were, arms open.

you quickly got up to hug him.

“jack..”

“yes ma”

“i love you.”

“i love you more baby, more then anything in this fucking world.”

jack leaned down to kiss you and you quickly kissed him back.

jack started rubbing on your stomach, bending down to talk to her and kiss her.

jack planted 3 kisses on you before opening his mouth.

“hi baby, mommy and daddy cant wait to meet you, you’re going to be so spoiled by everybody, i love you so much. you have an amazing mom, sister, and uncles.” jack planted a few more kisses over your stomach before looking up to fine you once again crying.

“babe.”

“im sorry! that was just so sweet!”

jack chuckled and pressed play on your movie.

every once in awhile, sad scenes would come up making you cry but jack would always calm you down.

until the movie ended.

you were right expecting the most happiest ending ever.

but it wasn’t, in fact it was the saddest ending you genuinely ever seen.

and you wouldn’t stop crying, lord knows it was just the baby but jack knew it was hormones and the only way for you to stop crying like this would be for you to go to sleep.

“baby how about you go to sleep.”

you shook your head no then got up and went to the bathroom.

“wheres jadore?”

“taking a nap mamas why?” jack got up and made his way to the doorframe of the bathroom.

“nothing, i was just checking.”

you reached for the shower handle losing your balance but jack was quick to catch you.

“unt unt, mamas go lay down, you can shower later fuck that.”

“jack! i wanna shower now!” “no ‘cause you almost bussed your fucking ass, go to the bedroom.”

jack pointed to the room implying for you to go there.

you simply huffed and rolled your eyes.

at this point, you simply wanted to take your shower and relax, but no.

‘just because i was about to fall doesn’t mean im not capable of taking a fucking shower.’

you thought to yourself as jack finally walked into the bedroom to join you on the bed.

“ma.”

you simply looked at him before pulling out your computer.

jack reached over and took the computer out of your lap and closed it, placing it on his side of the bed.

you quickly pulled on his earlobe.

your nails pressing together slightly as jack whined in pain.

“give me my fucking computer jackman thomas.”

“yes ma’am.”

as soon as you let jack go he reached to grab your computer rubbing his ear in pain.

you took a look at jack to realize he was pouting and rubbing his ear.

“aww come here stinka.”

you pulled jack into your chest as he fake cried.

“jack baby im sorry.”

“you almost killed me!”

“dont you think thats a bit dramatic?”

you moved jack curls out the way exposing that huge forehead and kissed forehead before gently placing them back.

“jack your forehead is huge, i hope sarija doesn’t have a forehead like that, i was so happy when jadore didn’t”

“THATS UNNECESSARY! you know what, i hope they dont have your high. since you know, your 5’5 on a good day.”

jack leaned up to whisper in your ear “its never a good day.”

you push his head off your chest while giggling and jack was full out belly laughing.

“are you finally happy ma? youve been crying all day.”

you quickly pouted.

“im kidding babe.”

jack placed a kiss on your lips and you quickly smiled.

“im going take my shower jack.”

“take it in the morning, lets go to sleep.”

“fine.”

you laid down once again slightly agitated, jack reached over to rub your bump and of course you let him but you let out a angry huff

jack realized you were once again upset but decided to let you sleep and not speak on it.

‘im going to have to deal with this the whole rest of this pregnancy’ jack thought as he kissed your cheek rubbing your belly.

[picklesinabottle]

I don't really understand why people only consider destiel jack's dads, not just because sam is also there, but also because it's infinitely funnier if Jack says "I have more dads than most people" and means 1. the devil himself 2. the president of the united states 3. a fallen angel 4. that guy's situationship 5. number 4's brother

who is doing it like him

[mishaesque]

my issue is that just rewatching Supernatural isn’t enough. It takes too long. I want it all at once. I need a room covered in 327 monitors that feed me every single episode at the same time. I need the DVDs melted down and put into an IV drip. I want every single minute of the show tattooed on the inside of my eyelids. I need to live inside its flesh.

[a-moment-captured]

“We have to be quick, in and out okay girls?”

The minute he said this, I knew it was all going down hill! Every parents famous last words before whatever disaster awaits in the store! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Early Costco runs:

Thank you anon for this request! ☺️

“We have to be quick, in and out okay girls?” Jack bent down and spoke to both Hazel and Jade at eye level.

It was grocery day which he hated and you knew that. You told him several times he didn’t have to come with you and that you’d do it alone but he didn’t like that idea either so he always put his feelings aside and went anyway.

The four of you would go as early as humanly possible, which left room for two very grumpy little girls. You found it easier to dodge fan interactions and the general public that way.

“Daddy, I am sleepy” Jade whined and you softly smiled knowing already how today was going to go down.

“You can sleep in the shopping cart” Jack laughed and Hazel walked over to you.

“Are you ready to go Mommy?”

“I am, let’s go Harlows!” You smiled and started to walk out of the door.

Once the four of you were in the car you gave your husband a kiss knowing in about forty-five minutes he would be slightly grumpy and less welcoming, it happened every time.

“What do we need today?” Jack winced as the sun was rising, and hit him directly in the eye.

“Here baby” You handed him his sunglasses and he quickly put them on.

“Can we get toys at the store?” Jade exclaimed.

“No Daddy said we are only going for the necessities” Hazel huffed and the girls bickered back and forth.

“Did you say that?” You whispered with a giggle.

Jack shook his head, “No but I don’t disagree.”

You knew better than anybody that he was always the parent who said yes when the girls asked for new toys and you were the one who thought logically.

When you got inside the store Jade sat in the cart and Hazel kept her hand on the cart as Jack pushed it through the store.

“Did you make a list?”

“I did, you looked on your notes app. We need laundry detergent and toilet paper but everything else is food related” you hummed and he nodded.

Everything was fine for a while until Jade started to get restless and Jack felt the same as well.

While you and Jack weren’t looking Jade pulled on Hazel's hair, starting an argument between the two of them.

“Don’t pull on my hair” Hazel raised her voice.

“I didn’t!”

“Don’t lie! I’ll pull your barrettes out and throw them in the trash” Hazel threatened.

“Girls, enough!” Jack told them both sternly.

“She started it!” Hazel replied clearly annoyed.

“I don’t care who started it, you’re both not being very nice” Jack gave them both a look of disapproval.

“I sorry. I’m bored. ” Jade pouted.

“If the two of you play nice for the rest of the shopping trip, you can each get a toy” he sighed, “but only if you both are on your best behavior.”

“How much longer?” Jade frowned.

“We are almost done, promise” you chimed in.

Both girls apologized to one another before quickly ignoring each other once more. Hazel walking beside you now, far from her little sister.

“Only the necessities huh?” You teased whispering to Jack.

“I mean, I told you I never said that” he laughed, his face softening as you leaned in to kiss him.

[egophiliac]

DOGS

IN

SPACE

[drulalovescas]

Husbands with a son

the son even looks like their dads

[sailorsallyart]

Destiel Pride, day 4 - divine purpose

maybe the divine purpose it to love your family and to live life to the fullest 😇👼🤠 🤲✨💕

[voiider]

Okay alright I'm tired of giving more children to Bruce Wayne I think we need to start taking some away 

Tim getting kidnapped (but in a way they don't announce Tim Drake-Wayne as missing??) and is given Something that induces amnesia but he escapes or maybe just literally wanders away but like he's in the middle of Ohio and he's walking down the road unsure of his own name or where he is and a weird looking camper pills over and a large man leans out the window and says “you doing alright there, sonny?” 

And he doesn't really know so he sorta shrugs so they pick him up and the man introduces himself as Jack and this is his wife Maddie and their two kids Danny and Jazz and they're just heading back from a camping trip and they can take him into town (Amity?) and take him down to the station and help him get things figured out 

The police take his picture and upload it to a “found” database or smth but there's no active or recent cases in Ohio for missing persons (or teenagers) matching his description 

(But also, Amity is pretty disconnected from the rest of the world digitally. They mind their business. Sure they run this boy's face in the newspaper and let the neighboring precincts about him but there's not much more they can do until this kid gets some memories back)

So he goes to stay with Jack and Maddie (idk how i don’t care about LAWS) while they wait to see if they get any hits or until he gets some memories back and they register him under Alvin (“hmm maybe... Tom? No, definitely not. Caroline? Alvin? That sounds the best I guess”) Fenton at the local high school so he can keep getting an education (and Alvin isn’t sure why, but this sort of feels like a waste of time, he already knows all this math stuff and why would he want to read Of Mice and Men he’s pretty sure someone told him John Steinbeck was a hack. Or maybe not. He can’t remember) but it’s simple enough and he likes the Fentons even if they keep trying to convince him ghosts are real 

And maybe they are. Actually. Real that is. He saw one the other day and had to double check if knowing ghosts were real is a common knowledge thing that he forgot of if he never knew in the first place. Jazz tells him that ghosts are pretty much an Amity specific thing but that they appear other places and then Jack and Maddie set him down and give him the entire history of ghosts that night and then show him their lab which is pretty cool

And maybe he accidentally suplexed someone who startled him in the halls on his first day and also fell asleep in science,but give him a break! he’s going through a lot right now

But his new brother roommate friend? Is helping him adjust at school by telling him who to avoid and what not to eat from the cafeteria and Jazz is in most of his classes but also he’s not sure why they’re trying to act all sneaky about this Inviso-Bill/vigilante situation because like. That’s clearly just Danny with white hair? He looks the exact same? Also he literally saw Danny walk through the bathroom door last week if it wasn’t obvious enough.

So Tim really isn’t expecting Danny to be surprised that he picked up a thermos that Phantom dropped when he and his friends ran off to fight another ghost

[jackmanbj]

daddy daughter time

summary: you and sarija dont feel to good so jack takes jadore out to a daddy daughter date.

“jack are you sure yall going to be okay on your own?”

“yes baby, i have extra snacks, drinks, toys, blankets, and stuff animals.”

“okay babe, if you need anything call me uhm if anything happens come straight ho-“

“baby you worry too much, i got this please calm down.”

“fine.. i love you.” “i love you more and take your medicine and make sure sarija takes it to babe.”

“i definitely know how to take care of us, bye babe.”

jack walked out the room after kissing your forehead and kissing sarija’s cheek.

“you ready to go jadore?” “yes daddy!” “ok, now when we go you have to listen to daddy ok? if i tell you no that means no or you can get hurt, understand sweet girl?”

“yes daddy!”

“ok now you remember the rules right?” “yup” “alright lets go baby.”

jack took jadore by the hand and started bringing her to the car.

jack placed her into the carseat and started making his way to the trunk to place the rest of her things.

you just decided to take a nap while you could being as though sarija was sleeping and you knew she would be up soon.

jack had just pulled out of the driveway and jadore was asking to listen to his music.

you hated when sarija or jadore listened to his music because it was ‘to inappropriate’ for them at there age.

jack being the chiller parent would let them whenever you weren’t around.

jack put on his playlist of his music and the first song that cane on was I wanna see some ass.

jack usually wouldn’t mind them listening but he felt you would find out because jadore had a habit of mumbling whatever song was in her mind.

jack switch the song to sundown knowing it was one of her favorites.

jack and jadore got to the park and jadore played while jack pushed her on the swings, caught her at the end of the slide and watched over her.

jadore played for 30 minutes before she ran to jack saying she was hungry.

jack got her a snack and put her back into the car so they could go to the restaurant.

“daddy!!” “yes baby?” “can i listen to your music again?” “not right now baby.”

jadore let out a huff and kicked her feet while jack looked at her in his rearview mirror.

“jadore tovi, stop.”

jadore looked at jack and started to cry while kicking her feet.

jack sighed and went to call you.

sarija had woken up around 10 minutes ago so you were feeding her when jack called.

“hi baby.” “hi, is that jadore screaming like that?”

“the one and only.”

“put me on speaker.”

jack put you on speaker and you started to talk to jadore.

“jadore tovi harlow, you cannot be screaming just because daddy told you no, you have rules follow them or your coming home. understand?”

you heard her sniff before she answered you. “yes mommy..”

“thank you baby.”

“you’re welcome jackie, text me before you get home so i can have jadore things ready for a nap or bed.”

“alright, i love you.”

“i love you more, i’m still on speaker right?” “yea”

“i love you jadore!”

“i love you to mommy!” giggled as jack hung up the phone.

“after we get some food where do you want to go dore?”

“home! i miss mommy and sissy!”

“alright baby.”

sarija was only two months but jadore already loved her with her whole heart.

jack texted you and let you know after they left the restaurant the would be coming back home.

it was only 4:30, you thought they would be out basically until jadores bedtime, you knew you weren’t going anywhere after this so you decided to get out jadores pajamas anyway.

it was 5:24 when jadore and jack pulled up at home.

you went to your room trying to avoid jadore as to not get her sick when you heard the door opening.

jack walked in and was bringing jadore to her room when he got a text from you.

you- brush her teeth, give her a bath, then put her in her pajamas. shes not going to sleep right now but its to make it easier for later tonight.

stinka💕- i got you baby.

jack did exactly what he was told and after it was jadores nap time anyway, he put her in the bed and kissed her forehead and went to your room.

he walked in to see saija being feed and you slightly sitting up with your eyes barely open.

“do you want me to bottle feed her my love?”

you shook your head yes and jack walked over and took her from you.

“thanks jack.”

“of course, go to bed baby. i got it.”

you rolled over on your stomach after fixing your t-shirt and started to drift off to sleep.

after around twenty minutes jack came back with a sleeping sarija baby in one hand and two bottles in the other.

jack put sarija in her bassinet next to your side of the bed and walked over to his side.

jack came over and cuddled up on you but you pushed him off.

“i dont want to get you sick babe..”

“if anything im already going to get sick because i’ve been around sarija all day, i dont mind baby.”

jack gave you a kiss on the cheek before coming back to cuddle you.

“jackie..”

“shh, go to bed mamas. i know your tired..”

jack rubbed your hip up and down and pushed you into him.

[tending-the-hearth]

*stares at jack darby and miko nakadai and raf esquivel and charlie watson and noah diaz and kris diaz*

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

military training

[calibrationneeded]

So this is the “pilot episode” for a comic I’d like to keep adding onto just for fun, the basic premise is that it’s a post canon fix it comic about Dean discovering who he is outside of his macho persona while also repairing his relationships and building new ones.

It is a Destiel fic but it’s gonna be a slow burn because Dean has decided he can’t talk about his feelings until all his emotional issues are resolved (spoilers that’s not how things like that work).

I also plan on peppering in some lore explaining how Cas got out of the empty, how they ended up with a house, and who is currently God in universe. I’m not sure when I’ll get to work on another installment but hopefully it won’t be long because this has been an AU rolling around in my head since 2020

[middlechild404]

Loved this!!❤️🙌

Sooo request: what if Hazel and Jade are asleep and Jack and the reader are having a lil fun. But then they hear Jade crying. So Jack goes and check on her and she tells him she heard her mommy screaming and wants to know if she’s okay 🥺🥺🥺

“Is mommy okay?”

You let out a sigh of relief, making Jack chuckle. “Oh yeah? Tell me more” he smirked, his curls were pressed against his forehead with sweat.

Your legs were intertwined in your messy bedsheets, you were still naked.

“Stop babe. Hand my clothes, please” You covered your face as he continued to smirk to himself.

“I think you forgot we had kids for a moment” he continued to tease you as he handed you the pajamas you were previously wearing.

You stood up to think for a moment, “I’m actually going to take a quick shower, rinse off real quick” you smiled as you carried your bunched up pajamas into the bathroom.

Jack gave you a kiss and slapped your bottom as you walked by. You had only been in the shower for less than two minutes when you heard crying coming from Jades room.

“Probably a nightmare, I got it” Jack let you know as he quickly left the room. You rushed the remainder of your shower, wanting to see what was going on for yourself.

Meanwhile, Jack made his way to Jades room and she was sitting up in her bed. He was concerned, they had just made a transition to a “big girl bed” and he had assumed she was having a hard time adjusting.

“Oh sweet Jadey, daddies here. What’s wrong?” Jack whispered as he flicked her light on.

Jade was heavily crying, coughing as she chocked on the limp in her throat. She was sat up in the center of her bed.

“Dad- daddy!” She coughed as she held her hands out for him to pick her up.

Jack immediately picked her up, bouncing her in his arms as if she was still a baby, after all she was still technically “the baby.”

He rubbed her back as she cried “where’s mommy? Is mommy okay?”

He realized her concerned tone and before he could reply you were in the doorway, watching the soft exchange.

“Is she alright?” You mouthed and he shrugged, you noticed his eyes were widened and still full of worry.

“Look Jadey, mommy is here” he turned her to face you and she immediately held her hands out for you to take her from her dad.

“Do you wanna tell me why you are crying?” You hummed as you mimicked the motions Jack was just doing, bouncing her up and down and rubbing her back.

“Mommy, I heard you scream. You was being loud” she sniffled.

Jack almost instantly stifled a laugh, covering it the best he could with a cough.

“I thought you was hurting” Jade whimpered as you continued to soothe her. “You okay?” She looked at you full of concern.

“I’m okay baby, I’m so sorry” you tried to avoid looking at your husband who was doing all that he could to hold back from laughing.

“Mommy was just having a scary dream” Jack chimed in, his voice cracking from almost giggling.

“Yeah, but I’m okay and you should go back to sleep Jadey bug” you softly placed her back in her bed.

“Prowmise?” She looked up at you with her big brown eyes, still full of tears.

“I promise” you smiled and both you and Jack gave her a kiss goodnight before checking on Hazel who was sound asleep.

When you got back into the bedroom, Jack bursted into giggles immediately and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

“That’s actually so mortifying” you covered your face, in embarrassment, Jack walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

You leaned your head on his chest, feeling it move as he continued to laugh. “Yeah, yeah get it all out” you rolled to her eyes and he rubbed your back as he did.

“I’m sorry but admit it, it’s kind of funny” he snorted and you laughed too.

“If your laugh wasn’t so cute, I’d be mad” you hummed and he blushed, bending down to kiss you.

“Every time you say that it makes me blush, even after all this time” he confessed.

“I know that’s why I do it” you winked.

“Let’s go to bed” he whispered, and you looked at him up and down.

“Shower first Harlow!” You said sternly and he clicked his tongue at you.

“That’s what I get for laughing huh?” He smiled as he made his way to the bathroom, and you giggled in response.

[bluerosefox]

Fenton Coded

Tim... Tim just stared.

He...

Huh.

He had once entertained the idea that he wasn't really a Drake, a very long time ago when he overheard his mom and dad arguing and some words were said in the heat of the moment, but to be honest Tim always thought the obvious culprit of anyone being his dad would most likely be Bruce (Bruce even admitted he had a small fling with his mother but that was two years before her marriage)

But before little Tim's curiosity could really take hold on the idea, he had saw on the news Robin performing a Grayson flip and the hint of Tim not being a Drake left his mind. Robin was Dick Grayson! And if he was Robin that had to mean Bruce Wayne was Batman!

Then well... his stalking of the Bats started and the rest became history.

But now, as Tim was staring at his own DNA test, something he never bothered to do until that damned Demon brat wanted to make sure he was ONLY blood son of Bruce (and doing a DNA test something even Bruce never thought of doing due to well… how he was towards Tim during his first months as Robin)

He well…

He kinda needs to find out who this Daniel Jackson Fenton is.

(Tim finds out he isn’t a Drake, but also not a Wayne (because Damian wanted to make sure he was only blood son) but is instead a Fenton)

[thedevilrisen]

Cradle Me

Father!Quinn x Son & Wife!Reader. Word Count: 1,1k Authorial Note: My next voted WIP! I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I did while writing it! Don’t know if it’s my best piece then. Warnings: Swearing, mentions of birth.

Elliot Samuel Hughes came screaming into the world at 4:12 p.m., Quinn only knew his son for a matter of awed, breathless moments before the world sharpened—and chaos erupted.

Nurses swarmed you, dabbing and cleaning with sodden warm towels. A warm, slimy bundle of swaddle-blanket and baby reached your chest as the obstetrician stepped back from your glistening body. Quinn's reddened hand slipped from your grip, instinctively cradling the baby to your chest. His other hand, shaking slightly, gripped the bed's plastic rail. Leaning forward, he rested his right arm limply across your shoulder, his forehead gently touching yours as the two of you gazed down at your son.

"How’re you doing, Dad?" the obstetrician asked from the sink as he scrubbed his hands clean.

Quinn blinked, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "I feel sick... but in a good way." He laughed softly, joy plastered permanently on his face. "We created a human... that's fucking scary but awesome at the same time."

Even in your post-birth haze, a smile graced your lips. It was an awesome thing indeed. This was your person now, a culmination of Quinn and your love. Despite this baby being considered a gift, he clearly was sent to test you and Quinn’s love for each other. No parenting class could have prepared you for the unfolding chaos that was leaving the hospital and heading home. The first day at the hospital was incredible, the nurses gently guided you and Quinn in the ways of parenting. But once you left and arrived home, the learning curve turned into an aggressive crash course.

Emotions ran high for every family member. Every nap missed, messy feed, spit-up, or nappy mess that needed cleaning up frayed the string further. Quinn and you had been remarkably naïve to think that this journey would be easy, even though you’d been dreaming collectively of this moment for years.

Quinn, along with self-proclaimed uncles Elias, Brock, and JT, spent hours working on the perfect nursery for baby boy Hughes. From wall decorations to the crib and changing table—which you insisted had to be powder blue with clouds and a grassy field with cows in it—the boys poured their hearts into it. Once they had finished assembling the room and you'd let it air out due to your hatred of the smell of fresh paint, you added the final details: books, blankets, nappies, and wipes, along with baby clothes hanging neatly on tiny coat hangers.

The first night home from the hospital was powered purely by adrenaline. You and Quinn took shifts with baby boy—changing, feeding, and sometimes just comforting him to sleep. By the second and third nights, the exhaustion set in. Leaving the warmth of the bed became a Herculean effort, especially for you. The physical toll of birth weighed heavily on your body, and sustaining new life felt overwhelming.

Quinn tried his hardest to take the load off, seeing how hard you were working to make the transition smooth, though it felt futile. His patience held up remarkably well for the first four days, but by the fourth night, tension crept in. Snappish words replaced your usual playful banter, and the distance between you felt like a growing chasm. Quinn’s touch, once so comforting, now felt foreign. Exhaustion tangled both your nerves, and intimacy between the two of you became a distant memory.

That night, an abrupt “goodnight” was shared, accompanied by a peck on the cheek. You both lay there in the dark, separated by a wall of fatigue, each praying for sleep that never came, as baby boy woke again at distasteful hours of the night.

Night five was the killer. Some ungodly hour like 1:03 a.m. glared back at you from the microwave as you ambled around the kitchen for the second time that night. You’d fed him twice now, but much of the milk had come back up in spit-up. Quinn had changed baby once and had checked on him again 45 minutes earlier.

There was one distinct problem: the baby only slept when he was held. You could do as many laps around the kitchen as you wanted, Quinn could rock him for hours, but as soon as baby landed on the bassinet’s mattress, it was like laying him on lava.

"Still no luck, darlin’?" Quinn’s voice came quietly from the doorway, his tired form silhouetted by the dim light of the stairs. He met you halfway, his brow furrowed with concern.

You let out a soft, frustrated sigh. "Every time I put him down, he cries," you whispered, blinking back tears. "I’m so tired, Quinn."

He stepped closer, reaching for your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "C’mon, let’s go back to bed," he murmured, leading you gently up the stairs. Exhaustion had blurred the edges of your world, and you forced a tired smile as he kissed your hand again.

"He’s just going to cry when I put him down, Quinn," you stated tiredly as he threw back the covers for you. The softness of the bed felt like heaven against your aching body, and you settled in without a second thought.

Quinn, now shirtless, pulled baby from your arms and nestled him gently on his chest, holding him snugly as he propped himself up with pillows. He tucked you in under his arm, pulling the blankets over both of you.

"Sleep now, darlin’," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. Baby wriggled slightly in his swaddle but quickly relaxed against Quinn's warmth. "If this is how we have to do it from now on, fine."

Quinn sighed, his grip tightening around both of you. "At least we have good chiros at the rink."

[radiance1]

Killer Croc's little bro was apparently in Gotham.

How did everyone know? Because he was seen physically dragging said older brother out of the sewers and into the nearest cafe.

And Killer Croc was just. So docile??? He was shy, a bit nervous, amused, and was practically harmless. Which wasn't something anyone would have associated with Killer Croc.

And the fact that said little bro can lift him up easily too? What kind of parents did they have for their son to be able to lift up the Killer Croc so easily?

Meanwhile, Jack just doesn't get why everyone reacts negatively to his big brother, it's not like he was a ghost for goodness sake and yea he's working on not being like he was before his son revealed himself to be part ghost, but still.

His brother was still human, just extra.

Why did Jack come to Gotham? He was kinda maybe forced out the house to go and find his brother because he liked talking about him but never actually went out to find him.

Jack and Croc may be half-brothers, yes, but he's still family.

Jack strongarms Killer Croc into not living in, well, the sewers and at his house he bought when he came to Gotham and they both caught up with each other's lives. Jack told Croc about his family, and by extension the shit views he's had on ghost because it was a major part in their family dynamics, and Croc told him about his own life in Gotham.

Minus the more gruesome, parts.

Killer Croc lives with him for a while and notices that he didn't really seem to care for his life. Which is a major no to Croc, who tries to get him to gain some amount of self-preservation, yes he knows that his little bro is more durable than the average human has any right to be but please for the sake of your big bro's heart, please take care of yourself.

Jack is a bit floored by this, and tries to wave it off as a non-issue. But if Jack can strongarm Croc into living with him, then Croc can definitely strongarm Jack into things as well.

Busting through walls is fine, alright. He gets it, it's very fun. But please don't stick random things into your mouth that can kill you, nor follow strangers down an alleyway and shrug off a stabbing (Killer Croc had some choice words and actions for the person who did such a thing.), and please, please practice stranger danger, little bro. Please.

No, he doesn't give two, three, four, five or ten fucking shits if you have microsurgeons in your blood that gives you a superhuman healing factor, you can still feel pain little bro, and stop skipping meals and sleep to work on your inventions! No, you cannot substitute either for energy drinks!

The batfam keep an eye on the two brothers and find it to just be the both of them strongarming the other into healthy behaviors basically. (With a lot of verbal and physical "I love you"'s, the Batfam could NEVER. slash joke teehee.)