#good brother Jason

[ky-landfill]

insp

[lilituism]

Some pose practice. Sorry, 'wing.

[haveihitanerve]

I Wish I'd Never Been Born At All

Red Hood was on his way home, back to one of his apartments, when he spotted a bird seated on the edge of the nearby roof. Against his better judgment, he leapt to the other side, and strolled over. Red Robin didn't even flinch when the knife pressed against his throat. “So far from your nest little bird.” Hood purred. “Hey Jason.” Tim answered back. The words didn't make Jason lower the knife. But the way in which he said it, so monotone, so devoid of any emotion, did. Jason sheathed the knife, taking a seat at his side. “So… what are you doing out here little wing?” He asked, nudging Tim's shoulder. “I fucked up.” Tim answered back, in the same, toneless voice. It sent shivers down Jason's spine. He hated hearing his brother sound like this. He didn't like it. Tim was always chipper, always had such a spark in his step, in his voice. Was always rambling, moving. But the Tim who sat at his side was still. His feet didn't even swing. Jason swung his legs, knocking them against Tim's, getting them to swing slightly. “Oh no. what did you do? Hack the Batmobile again?” He joked. ‘Come on.’ Jason begged him mentally. ‘Join me. Play with me’ but Tim didn't answer. “I'm alone.” he said dully. Jason stilled. “Bruce wont forgive me again. Not this time.” for the first time, Tim showed emotion, his fists clenching in his lap. “Once again, i have lost my family.” Jason swallowed. “And it hurts.” “Timmy,” Jason started. “Tim look, i don't think I'm the person you want to be talking to right now. Dick is much better-” But Tim continued on, like he hadn't even heard Jason speak. “I wish I’d never been born at all.” Jason stilled. “Tim.” he breathed. But Tim didn't look at him, his eyes staring at nothing, looking down at the street, as tears slid down his cheeks. “Tim.” Jason slowly, hesitantly, wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “You haven't lost anything buddy.” Jason said slowly, quietly. Tim didn't react, but Jason plowed on. “Bruce will forgive you. You still have your family. You still have us. You’ll never lose us Tim. And please don't say that. We need you alive. I wish you’d been born. I like that you’ve been born.” Tim still didn't answer, but his fists slowly uncurled. “Bruce will forgive you.” Jason said firmly. Finally, finally, Tim turned to him. “How do you know?” He asked softly, but there was finally some emotion, finally some Tim in his voice. Jason almost went limp with relief. “Because he’s forgiven me.” Jason answered quietly. “And i have done unforgivable things.” Tim looked back at the street, and Jason's hold on him tightened, fear grabbing him so suddenly he almost gasped aloud. But after a moment Tim let his head droop, falling onto Jason's shoulder. Jason sighed lightly, resting his head on top of his little brothers. His eyes were beginning to close when Tim whispered, “I'm glad you were born too Big Wing.” 

[awhitehead17]

Day by Day - Chapter 25

Chapter preview:

The following week, after spending the night at Kon’s, Tim’s finding himself to be submerged in piles of textbooks. He’s studying for finals which now happen to be next week. Tim’s grateful he's not in senior year yet, that being next year, so the grades he gets this year don’t make any difference to his grades next year, that being said it doesn’t mean these weeks aren’t stress free though.

It’s only Tuesday and Tim is done for the week. All it feels like he's doing is revising for the damn tests and nothing else! It’s after school and he’s currently in the library in his usual place with his books spread out across the table, at this point he can’t even remember what subjects he’s supposed to be revising for.

He didn’t have his usual counselling session the day before, for once Dinah is the one to cancel their appointment with sincere apologies. She still wants to help him however and over email she sent him different links to separate website which are supposed to help with studying methods and how to best prepare for finals. While Tim appreciates the help it doesn’t stop him from wanting to bang his head against the table in frustration.

[spicy-apple-pie]

Dickie just gets emotional when it's on pain killers lol

Commission Info / Kofi

[psychokatrixxxy]

Batfam AU

Damian was captured by some villain, and Dick just saved him.

Nightwing: Why didn't you send a distress signal? You could have gotten hurt. What if I didn't get here in time?

Robin: tt, stop your incessant nagging, Grayson. I can handle myself. Besides, I did send out a distress signal.

Nightwing: Really, cause I didn't get it, and neither did B.

Robin, realizing something: Ah, I believe I may have alerted someone else of my capture then...

Nightwing: who-

He's cut off as a red figure barrels through the window, shattering it.

Red Hood, guns cocked as he looks around the room: Who the fuck do I need to kill?

Robin, deadpan: Impeccable timing as always, Akhi.

[farshootergotme]

Occasionally I picture Nightwing calling Red Hood "little wing" in front of others and people looking between this huge, 6'0 feet tall man with growing white hair, and then Nightwing, a shorter man who has flawless skin, probably around his 20's, and a fit but not too buff build and they just- don't know what's happening. Is it some kind of inside joke they aren't aware of? Why is Nightwing acting as if he's years older than Red-fucking jacked-Hood?

Nightwing: Little wing, you actually were decent in that fight! I'm impressed.

Hero, who was helping during this fight as well, listening in to the conversation: little...?

Red Hood: Wow, feeling very appreciated right now. Got any other backhanded compliments in there?

Hero: Wait, excuse me-

Nightwing: As a matter of fact-

Red Hood: Nope! I'm outta here. Screw you!

Nightwing: You know you love me!

Red Hood: In your dreams, dickhead!

Nightwing: Hey! We don't use that-

Red Hood: Not listening!

Nightwing: Jeez, kids these days...

Red Hood: I'm an adult and fuck you too!

Nightwing: What? Thought you weren't-

Red Hood: See you never, I'm out.

Hero: ...

Hero: what the actual fuck?

[todelve-intomy-monthlyfixations]

This panel from WFA devastates me.

[timmydraker]

Tim had a jumper that doesn’t seem all that special, but to Alfred, Bruce and Dick is incredibly important. Dare they say vital to caring for Tim.

It’s a big wooly thing, once a pale mossy green but now with a hint of brown and white from fading and use. It’s too big for him to the point that the sleeves have to be bunched up when worn and even than they hang over his hands.

It looks like a dress on him, which isn’t help but his naturally slim build.

The jumper is held in such high regard because when Tim puts it on it means that he’s not feeling like he usually does.

His confidence, his snark, his wit, and his mental strength is either hard to reach or impossible.

Tim, in the only instance he actually talked about what was going on when he wasn’t wearing the jumper, said he felt both like a tiny little fish in a giant pond and like his skin was a sheet of paper.

Bruce talked to Dinah about it and said it was most likely a form of mental regression, but Tim refused for it to be called him being ‘little’ or anything that would remind him of being a kid again.

Because he doesn’t act like a kid, but maybe it’s not right to associate Tim Drake with a normal child behaviour pattern. He doesn’t babble or whine or want to watch kids shows like Dinah had suggest he might, but he does go non verbal or only say one or two words in response to pretty much anything.

He puts his jumper on and will just… sit there.

Tim is always moving or thinking, always doing, but when he gets in his ‘jumper state’ as Alfred calls it, he tends to slow down completely and just want to sit somewhere warm and feel the fluff of his carefully maintained jumper.

Sometimes, he seeks out warmth outside of heaters and fires and the sun.

It’s on one of those days when Tim stalks down to the Cave with his jumper on, hair messy over his head and hands held up to his chest in an almost shy manner.

Jason notices him first and simply raises an eyebrow in confusion while Damian scoffs, “What on earth are you wearing, Drake? That looks moldy-“

But Tim doesn’t even look at him, eyes on the floor as he goes over to Bruce at the computer and pokes the older man’s shoulder once before retracting his hand.

Bruce immediately turns and opens his arms, an almost heartbroken look on his face as he lets Tim drawl onto his lap and bury his face in the crook of his neck.

“I’ve got you. Anything in particular or just one of those days?”

Tim speaks in a voice like a husk that Damian and Jason only hear because they’ve come closer and sound travels in the cave, “Janet, birthday.”

Bruce Wayne, The Batman, The Caped Crusader, then fucking coos and kisses his head before rocking him slightly.

“That makes sense. Do you need someone here tonight? I can call Dick or stay myself if you need.”

The two other boys in the room look at each other, shocked to hear Bruce say he will give up a patrol to seemingly cuddle someone.

Tim shakes his head, “Alfred.”

Bruce nods, kissing his head again and saying, “Thank you for coming to me so I can help you. I’m so proud of you for not making yourself go through this alone again.”

It’s not exactly a whine that leaves Tim, but it’s not a word that is Bruce’s answer.

Jason comes forward and awkwardly scratches the back of his head, “I don’t really know what’s going on, but can I like… help or something?”

Bruce smiled as Tim nods against him after a few moments, the boy in his arms turning to reach a hand out for Jason and then strangely patting the hand Jason offers up for him.

Damian, not trying to be rude but needing to understand what is going on, clears his throat and demands, “Explain what is wrong with Drake.”

Luckily Bruce had gotten better at understanding how his son communicates and looks to Tim for permission before answering, “Sometimes Tim needs to… be free of responsibility and just feel like a person for a bit. He isn’t always up for talking and just wants to be around people he trust, and me, Dick and Alfred have managed to convince him to actually come to us when he needs that.”

Bruce smiles at where at where Tim is holding Jason’s hand and swinging it around a bit before feeling over the rough calluses and thick fingers with apparent joy.

Damian frowns a little at his father’s explanation but nods regardless, “Very well, we shall set up the family room for the evening before we head out for patrol.”

Bruce smiled and pulls Damian’s head over to kiss his hairline as he hears Jason mutter, “Weird little guy, aren’t ya?”

Tim hums and pinches his finger and smiling at his older brothers yelp.

[batman-soup]

what if in his early robin days when Alfred insisted he come up to the manor Tim got lost exploring and wandered into the library. what if while Tim was just browsing he turns the corner and runs into bruce towering over him. what if bruce absolutely lost it at Tim and told him to get out and stay OUT of the library (the library was Jason’s favorite room). what if even after jason comes back tim avoids the library like a plague. what if jason found out bruce basically banned Tim from reading(drama queen) and gets PISSED. What if he tore into bruce about it who didn’t even remember the whole encounter until now. what if what if what if

[dragonpyre]

Young Dick to young Jason: hey, I can see you’re feeling down. Wanna steal the Batmobile?

Adult Dick to adult Jason (who nearly killed a dude): hey, I can see you’re feeling down. Wanna steal the Batmobile?

[cloakedsparrow]

Dick: Okay, I think we’re gonna have to do ‘Good Cop, Bad Cop’.

Jason: Yeah. It’s tropey but it works.

Dick: Exactly. Wanna flip for Bad Cop?

Jason: You’re kidding.

Dick: Or we could play Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock?

Jason: Dude, I can’t be Good Cop. I kill people, remember? You can’t kill people and be Good Cop.

Dick: Those were traffickers and mob lieutenants. These are Rogue goons.

Jason: What, like that matters?

Dick: Yes, that matters. They don’t care that you took out some mobsters. They care that you revived the Joker after beating him to death and then let him go.

Jason: I didn’t revive him, I just didn’t let him die yet! And I didn’t let him go either! That was Batman! I was gonna kill the psycho!

Dick: Yeah, well, you still kept him alive and the goons probably know it. Just like they know I was happy to leave him dead when I killed him.

Jason: What?

Dick: You heard me.

Jason: You…?

Dick: Killed the Joker? Yes. I thought he killed Timmy and then when I confronted him, he said your name and…I didn’t stop hitting him until he choked on his own blood.

Jason: Then…how is he still alive?

Dick: Batman revived him.

Jason Fucking what?

Dick: Yeah.

Jason: Well, now I definitely can’t be Good Cop. I’m way to pissed for that shit.

Dick: Well, so am I.

Jason: Fuck.

Dick: Fuck.

Jason: So now whadda we do? Try to beat it outta him?

Dick: No, he'll lock down. That's why I suggested "Good Cop, Bad Cop" to begin with.

Jason: So we need a Good Cop.

Dick: Okay, I’m gonna call Timmy and see if he can come play Good Cop.

Jason: Good plan.

Dick [talking into a secure (& Batman-proof) phone]: Hey, Robin, you busy?

Tim [on speakerphone]: Kinda, yeah. What’s going on? You sound weird.

Dick: Hood and I need to get some intel from a goon, and we’re thinking “Good Cop, Bad Cop” is the way to go but neither of us can pull off Good Cop right now.

Tim: Shit. I’m in Bangkok right now-

Jason: The fuck are you doing in Bangkok?

Tim: Speedy needed help with a thing.

Dick: In Bangkok?

Tim: No. She’s in Korea.

Jason: So, again, why the fuck are you in Bangkok?

Tim: Because Lady Shiva’s here and she’s perfect for what Speedy needs, so I’m calling in a favor she owes me.

Dick: You’re calling in a favor from Lady Shiva because Speedy needs help with a thing in Korea.

Tim: Yep. You got it.

Dick: No, that’s- You say that like it doesn’t require any further-

Tim: Can you hang on for a second? There’s an assassin tailing me.

Dick: Shit. Do you need us to send someone out there?

Jason; Starfire should be done with her thing by now. She's not on your shit list, right?

Tim: No, I like Kori. But I’m good now. My assassin got the other assassin.

Dick: You have an assassin?

Tim: Kinda? She defected from the League of Assassins and is up for hire but she always gives me priority since she feels like she owes me a life-debt.

Dick: Again, you sound like you think that statement doesn’t require any further explanation.

Jason: So you hired your assassin buddy to kill the other assassin?

Tim: What? No. Of course not. She didn’t kill him. We’ll question him later. She never kills on my jobs since she knows I don’t like it.

Dick: What about other jobs?

Tim: That’s her business. We aren’t all control freaks, you know.

Dick: That’s-

Jason: That’s good, Little Red. Good that you have healthy boundaries.

Dick: I have healthy boundaries.

Jason: Sure you do.

Tim: Okay, you’re gonna have to argue that on your own. I’m supposed to help my friends out with something after I get Shiva to help Speedy, but I have to handle this interrogation first. So how about I just send my friends the twenty-five plans I drew up and ask Bunker if he minds helping you out before he joins us? He should be able to get inside Gotham in less than ten minutes.

Jason: Oh, Bunker’s perfect for Good Cop.

Tim: Right? They’ll spill everything and probably give him their grandma’s secret family recipes on top of it.

Dick: Wait. Back it up. You have twenty-five plans drawn up? What are you guys up against?

Tim: Nothing we can’t handle. Young Justice figures, why even bother with a plan B if you aren’t gonna cover the whole alphabet?

Jason: There’s twenty-six letters in the alphabet, Little Red.

Tim: Yeah, but plan Z is always the same, so we don’t bother listing it anymore.

Dick: Is it ‘get an adult’?

Tim: Of course not.

Jason: When you were a Teen Titan, how often did you call in an adult when you probably should have?

Dick: Okay, that’s fair.

Jason: So what’s plan Z?

Tim: ‘Fuck it, we ball’.

Dick: That’s not a pl-

Jason: That’s perfect. I love it.

Dick: No. Don’t encourage him.

Tim: Thanks, Red. So do you want me to ask Bunker about helping you? I’m kinda on a time crunch now.

Jason: Yes, please.

Tim: Okay. He’s on the way. Is there anything else?

Dick: Whe-

Jason: No, we’re good. Have fun storming the castle!

Tim: ‘Kay, bye!

Jason: Bye!

Dick: The fuck-

Jason: Bunker and I can handle the interrogation here and Timmy and his assassin friend are gonna be busy with an interrogation there for a bit. If you take off now, you can probably catch up with him and go all big brother like you’re dying to.

Dick: You sure?

Jason: Yeah, I’m sure me and Bunker can handle this asshole.

Dick: Thank you.

Jason: Yeah, well, you did kill the Joker. That’s gotta count for something, right?

Dick: I’ll tell you all about it after I make sure Timmy doesn’t get himself killed or lose another organ.

Jason: I’ll hold you to- Timmy lost an organ?

Dick [already calling Kori to get him to Tim]: Later. I’m on a time crunch now!

Jason: I’m holding you to that!

Jason: *sighs* No one in this family knows how to share.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Another undead Fenton?!

The Fenton family has had an extremely eventful time as of late.

First, Jack and Maddie found out that their son was a half-ghost, meaning they had to go back and correct years of research on ghost sentience.

Then they found out about his clone/sister Dani, whom they of course took in (after tearing Vlad a new one and starting his path to improvement (and becoming the family’s weird uncle)).

And then Clockwork showed up with a redeemed version of Dan, giving them a fourth kid.

And then Danny found out that Vlad’s other clones of him had reformed in the zone as baby half-ghosts, meaning the Fentons were adding yet more undead kids.

But surely that was the end, right? There were no other clones of Danny, no major alternate timelines to pull from.

That was the end, right?

Nope!

One day their portal suddenly flared and yet another undead kid emerged to join their family.

He was in terrible condition, but by now they were well used to treating the undead. And by the time he recovered and introduced himself as Jason Todd, they already considered him another addition to the Fenton family, even if he wasn’t theirs by blood.

[gothamite-rambler]

"How am I the positive influence on this child?" Jason asked, shocked.

Talia walked over to Jason who was playing with toddler Damian.

Talia (worried): You told him?

Jason (holding a toddler Damian): For the... Hundredth time, I have not told him!

Talia: Okay, okay... Not any of his "sons" either?

Jason (annoyed): No.

Talia: Okay, I'm working on how to tell him. Damian is still a baby, I have time, currently convincing father to not kill Br-

Jason (disbelief): Talia... He's 3.

Talia: No, he's at least 1.

Jason looks at Damian as the toddler plays with a squishy ball.

Jason: He is 3. We met up 3 years ago when I saw him as a baby.

Damian: 3!

Jason: He also can talk.

Talia: Oh... I thought he was just an advanced baby. Nutty world.

Talia walked away laughing. Jason pinched the bridge of his nose.

Jason: The revenge will be worth it.

Damian yawned, resting his head on Jason's chest.

Jason (smiling): And you are a cute kid.

First part ---> Jason Todd knew about Damian Wayne's existence way before Bruce

[morganbritton132]

Want to make a minor adjustment to my Steve With Much Older Siblings post from yesterday. I think it’d be a much more interesting dynamic if he’s actually their half sibling from an affair.

Their father had an affair with his secretary and then married her when she got pregnant. It broke up their family and they blamed Steve for it for years.

When they stayed over for their weekend with Dad, they were either outright cruel to him or pretended he didn’t exist. When they were old enough to stop coming over, they did. It’s only after growing up and maturing that (most of) his siblings were able to acknowledge that Steve was never at fault for their family breaking up.

They tried to mend their relationship with him, especially after realizing how absent his parents are, but by then Steve was old enough to build up his own resentment. It’s an uphill battle.

It’s a lot of actually coming around for holidays and a lot of teasing when they do. It’s actually picking the phone when the hospital calls, something that’s happening with increasing frequency.

Steve has never asked any of them for anything until one day, he shows up on Richie’s front porch smelling like death and gasoline. He’s got blood drying all over him and is visibly shaking, and Richie thinks that he’s been hurt in the earthquake but Steve barely acknowledges the concern, “I need you to represent my friend.”

“What?”

“You’re the only lawyer I know, and -“ Steve takes a big shuttering breath. “They’ll kill him, Rich. He never hurt anybody but no one will listen. They’ll lock him up and it won’t be fair, and Dustin can’t… I never ask you for anything but. But I need…”

“Eddie Munson?” He asks incredulous. “You’re friends with Eddie Munson?”

[spicy-apple-pie]

Tim was just trying to make him feel better :(

Commission Info / Kofi