#i love big brother jason todd

[disastertwins9000]

again i come bearing offerings for @sunlitlemonade because of your fic small hands, big hearts in which dick gets de-aged and jason is the cutest big brother ever

[yeagerbitchh]

I like to think Dick would react like a crazy big brother when he found out about Jason and Roy getting together.

Like he'd feel so betrayed, how could his best friend and his baby bro start dating and not even tell him for months? And oh god now he'd have to see them kiss? He could never get that image out of his head. He'd have to get used to seeing Roy at the family dinners and sure Jason looked happy but couldn't it be with literally anyone else? Didn't Roy know better than to go after his little baby brother? I mean seriously he's just a baby he is not ready to be a dad. How could he take care of Lian if he can't even take care of himself and-

And that's when it hits him, that technically Jason's her dad now, given the seriousness of the relationship and the fact that he did overhear the girl calling Jason Jaydad, so Dick is oficially her favourite uncle.

He is suddently very ok with their relationship.

[methoughtsphantom]

halfas are the found family trope foster child

they all adopt each other. it’s the reason Vlad wanted so badly to have Danny as his son and the reason Danny immediately went with sure you’re my cousin now with Dani. it’s a survival mechanism from being so very few of their species. Sooo, halfa!Jason except he sorta isn’t yet cause Jason’s core is extremely ruptured from the lack of ectoplasm involved in his forceful resurrection. So when Danny finds Jason in his catatonic state he can’t quite tell the dude’s been dead and remains some, just that the guy for some reason seems very friend-shaped. Danny doesn’t mind his friend is braindead, and is also a john doe, he gives familiar vibes and that’s apparently enough for Danny to constantly find himself in the hospital doing his engineering homework on the room with the guy, and talking for hours about the updates on the absolute clusterfuck of the city and how he was from a freaking ghost town and he can almost even draw comparisons. he blabbers about how he’s not homesick enough times to even corner himself to talk about a ghost lore many times and how he’s just finding himself a little more prone to violence and in constant pain since none of the people he has adopted as his family are here with him and he can’t consider a place a lair if there’s isn’t someone of his in it.

But Danny could never drag someone with him just because of some it, after all it was Danny’s choice to come to Gotham to collage and not stay where at least his parents (good parents Jack and Maddie) were in Amity.

Ironically, Danny essentially can’t feel that his core has been spoon feeding ectoplasm to Jason. As months go on, the little ball of energy builds in anticipation practically vibrating in the waiting pulse of something (Danny doesn’t know but more often than not has he found himself laughing in happy confusion. it weirds him out in a good way) It’s really that he’s feeling the slow healing process of his friend (brother brother brother) ‘s core.Imagine it’s just about to properly, correctly heal when canon strikes back and Jason gets snatched by League assassins. Danny is left feeling like his core got torned out. His core had spend months helping another’s only to feel the other’s imprint and to not be able to protect it in return is— forget it being an obsession; thats like having your newborn baby being ripped out of your arms. An all assuaging feeling of helplessness that is devastating. Danny just beginning to feel like home lair when out of nowhere the rug is swept under him. Danny suddenly struggling to not flunk all his classes and beat every single liminal that he can feel crossing paths with him to the ground. Danny suddenly having his chronic pain (that hadn’t been so bad lately) dialed up to the point that there are just bearable and bad days.

The worse thing is he doesn’t know why.

Jason had only been a guy.

…

It’s only a three weeks before Jazz tells him she accepted a job offer in Gotham.

(and the guilt only makes him feel worse when he can feel himself feel better because of it)

…

now

whimsical time skip ✨

Danny is now on his feet again and friends with a Wayne of your choice (or maybe they were friends a little before Jay dissapeared and it was badTM cause Waynes? liminal 🥲) Danny definitely didn’t enjoy snapping off to his friend like that. anyways it’s been a year since that and he and his friend are having a grand time playing civvies, uhh let’s say dick because I want them to meet while ice skating, Also Dick because he definitely turns a blind eye when Danny goes airborne for a second there yep. He’s just having too much fun.

anyways as alwaysTM Danny doesn’t clock celebrities and like why would he, Dick is just the random guy who’s was fast to turn Danny’s slow day in the ice ring into a competition one day and brighten when Danny matched up his puns. So he totally doesn’t get why the guy’s so gloomy one day, anyways as you can figure, it’s Jason’s deathday and Dick is a deprecating bean, Danny tries to cheer him up by having him remember his brother instead and Dick attempts to, but even skipping through some photos in his phone make his eyes burn.

It is because of that that he doesn’t notice Danny absolutely freeze up at the photo of his friend Jay (Jay because he’s a John Doe, but that’s just too impersonal and so the first letter is J *wink wink*)

Danny absolutely doesn’t know what to do with this information, barely catches himself from asking Dick how did his brother die. Most importantly when because Danny just saw Jay—Jason less than a year ago, and this somehow doesn’t feel too recent.

Annd that how we find Danny digging into the Wayne second son tragedy. Staring at the date of death while the knowledge that they met almost six months after burns his forefront of his mind. Danny spends a day going over all the questions running through his mind over how the fuck he couldn’t sense Jay was a ghost—err was… in past tense?? what the fuck?? Danny would really like a refund on his ghost sense.

Anyways Danny goes check out the grave (now that he knows there is one) and boom although intangible he somehow triggers those shitty ass sensors/alarms that somehow didn’t go off when jason was literally digging himself out.

Obviously the bats get in the case immediately. And boy are they absolutely enraged that someone would steal Jason’s body.

[wondersinwaynemanor]

thinking how Dick always finds ways to hang out with his brothers. but reality is that, they have grown with different schedules and locations and responsibilities. his brothers have partners now. Jason is a dad for goodness sake.

Dick finds himself often emotional. he is a man nearing his 30's, but he still often misses his younger brothers.

so Dick tries.

Dick, calls Jason, who is in Star City: Hey, Little Wing. You free this Saturday? There's a new action movie. Want to check it out?

Jason, pouts at the other end of the phone: Sorry, Dickie. I have to attend to Lian's reading playdate at her friend's house. Roy refuses to go.

Dick, feels a pang on his chest: Oh, of course, yeah. I'm glad you're there to teach Roy how to read.

Jason, laughs which makes Dick smile: Hey, lay off! But maybe we can watch another movie next month? My schedule is kinda booked this month-

Dick, doesn't mean to cut his brother off: No problem, Jay. Next time, yeah? Maybe me and Wally can visit soon.

Jason: You both should. Lian is asking for her favorite uncles. Please don't tell Tim and Conner I told you that.

Dick, laughs: I'll see you soon, Little Wing. Miss you. Say "hi" to Lian for me. And "fuck you" to Roy for me.

Jason, chuckles which makes Dick smile again: You got it, Goldie. See ya!

Dick keeps trying.

Dick knocks on the door of Tim's room and cherishes this moment, because Tim is barely at the Manor. Well, none of them mostly are at the Manor for years now. He enters when Tim says "come in".

Dick: Timmy!! Want to try this new coffee-

he closes his mouth when he sees Tim in front of the mirror, wearing a suit and fixing a tie.

Dick, frowns: Oh, you leaving already?

Tim bites his lip as he concentrates to fixing the tie. Dick chuckles and approaches Tim to do it for him.

Tim: Yes, going to Metropolis for a business meeting. Then off to New York after, booked that hotel for me and Kon.

Tim gestures to the packed bag on the floor.

Dick, feels a pang on his chest: Oh, right right. I almost forgot.

he backs up and smiles at his brother.

Dick: Well, looks like you're ready to go. You look handsome, Baby Bird.

Tim, smiles: Thank you, Dick.

he gives Dick a quick hug and Dick wishes it was longer.

Tim: See you next week, Dick!

Dick: Have fun! See you, Timmy!

before Tim exists his room, he turns around.

Tim: You were saying something a while ago? Sorry, I didn't catch it.

Dick: It's nothing.

Tim: You better tell me when I come back. Bye, Dick!

Dick, says to the empty room: Bye...

and Dick keeps trying.

Dick is barely with Damian during patrols anymore, so he's glad his brother called for back up, since Bruce was in another planet with the Justice League. Damian has grown so much, he's been using new suits, because he has outgrown a few of the older ones.

Nightwing: Hey, Robin. Want to catch some Big Belly burgers after we freshen up?

Robin: I think I'll have to pass, Nightwing. Superboy is picking me up in a few.

Nightwing, feels a pang on his chest: Right, right. He better not drop you.

Robin, snorts, but he smiles so Nightwing smiles also: He would never.

before Nightwing leaves Robin on the rooftop, he leans down to kiss the top of his head. it hits him that very long ago, he acted as his father figure when Batman was gone.

Nightwing: Take care, okay? Love you.

Nightwing thought he would not get a response, but as soon as he turns around to head for home, he hears Robin.

Robin: Love you, Akhi.

Dick has come to accept that his brothers are grown up now. that maybe he wasn't part of their lives anymore, he could honestly cry-

so when the door opens of their house, he expects to see Wally, bringing flowers and food like usual, but he sees his brothers instead. Jason has a box on his hand, which happens to be a copy of the movie they were supposed to watch. Tim has a bag of coffee from the new cafe place. Damian has a bag from Big Belly Burger. and if there tears on his eyes when they hang out that night, at least he's got his brothers to cuddle with on the couch.

[bruciemilf]

HAVe YOU thought about chubby baby Jason?? Like he's this sweet round cutie pie with curls? and slight freckles on his little button nose??

EVERYDAY.

You CANNOT convince me Bruce wouldn't dot on him 24/7. Pursuing him to actually leave his baby's side in order to do, you know... Anything else is a losing battle.

Additionally, Bruce's reputation as recluse is practically gone.

Baby Jason loves wobbling around the dog park, convenience stores, Gotham Academy halls when Bruce brings Dick his forgotten lunch.

It's not out of the ordinary for the billionaire to lightly jog after that screeching little cherub baby; It's the cutest sight.

Like a cat tracking down it's wild kitten. Or at least, that's how Clark Kent eloquently describes it in the newspaper.

Baby Jason is just as clingy to Bruce, thought.

He wouldn't hide in Batman’s duffel bag, in the Watchtower, otherwise.

It's the first time the league sees Batman actually, truly terrified.

"Turn this around."

"Batman, our mission cannot he annulled. I-- oh. Yes, Jason, I would love to see the bug. Yes. Pretty bug."

Jason coos, setting the little thing free, and makes grabby hands for his dad, who picks him up so fast Clark nearly misses it.

They just can't fathom how this sentient ray of sunshine is related to their Bat. But Bruce is a natural at it.

The only problem with Jason being here is that A) Jason is here.

B) Bruce cannot and will not stop kissing his chubby cheeks, which postpones a lot of their work. Not that they mind. Clark certainly doesn't.

Oliver, something furious and familiar smoking behind his mask, pulls Diana and Clark over.

" Okay. Which one of you did it?"

"Uh, what?"

" I'm not a toilet, so don't bullshit me, boyscout. Which one of you is responsible for THAT,"

He gestures to Hal projecting butterflies in the lunch room, so Jason can chase them. For once, Bruce doesn't look like he wants to burn him to dust. Clark tries not to let that bother him.

"WHAT."

"Amazonian, kryptonian, -- I'm not leaving options out. But my bet is on Diana."

[the-bat-bros]

Some of my favorite pages and panels from Nightwing Annual 2021

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

Dick: Bruce! How dare you do this to Jason! Bruce, embarassed: I just tried to make him a cake for his birthday. Dick: Well, congratulation. You almost killed him!

[yuripira4e]

I love the trope of “kid without a mother/father figure discovers magical world and gains 4 of them”

[littlefankingdom]

I need more fics where Dick acts just like in the comics when Jason comes back.

No more "Little Wing! I missed you so much! I'm fine with you killing people, I don't care! You're right, B is an asshole."

Bring back the original "Jason?! Wtf are you doing??? Stop killing people, you little bitch! I'm gonna kick your fucking ass! B is way too nice to you, because it would be me, you would be in jail!"

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Where the Bats Come to Hide

Part 2

So to kinda build on to my Titus post I bet Damian does crawl into his siblings/fathers beds. Depending on what exactly the nightmare was, or what scares him decides who he goes too.

If it's Ra specifically Tim ends up with a baby bat tucked under the same pillow where his bow staff is. He knows that if it come down to it Tim can defeat Ra outwit him and see what his plans are before anyone else. Timothy stays up while Damian is in knowing his brother wants an active guard. His staff next to his computer with his chair facing the doorway. He knows Timothy will protect him from grandfather by anymeans necessary. Even at the expense of assassin lives. His grandfather can come but his Brother is ready and waiting.

Red hood finds a Robin sleeping under his pillow when Damian can't feel safe where he sees things of the corner of his eye. Where he can feel the cuts of blades or see the green of the pit. He goes to the brother who is always armed who's willing to pull the trigger. Damian goes when the only safety he can find is in the art of killing.

Nightwing finds his Robin tucked under his blanket curled around Zika when the world is scary when he's sad. The comfort of his Batman the warmth of the Brother who is ready with kindness as well as electricity luring him back to sleep when the memories of what he has done and gone through are too much.

His Father the great Batman can find his littlest tucked away in his room with the lamp still on when the dark is too scary. Who better to guard him in the shadows then the dark knight himself. The comforter feeling the same as the kevlar cape his father wears at night.

[greenlantrns]

big brother Jason Todd !! cw: swearing

Jason cursed as he fumbled with his keys; his fingers were numb, frozen through from the cold. For being Gotham born and raised he was a wuss in the winter and had been weighing the pros and cons of an added thermal layer in his gear since early October.

After an eternity fiddling with the door knob Jason felt his injured wrist begin to weaken when the lock finally gave way, he pushed the door in but was met with a familiar resistance.

“Fuckin—” he sighed as he narrowly avoided tripping over a ratty old pair of sneakers. His breath came out in a cloud before him and he glared at it disdainfully. “Hey didn’t I tell you to move your goddamn shoes?”

Jason shrugged out of his jacket — careful to mind his wrapped wrist — and tossed it across the back of the couch before toeing off his boots. They were caked in snow and slush which by the alleys standards meant grey sludge but he lined them up all the same. They sat straight and neat next to the door and before he walked away he did the same for the stray pair of sneakers.

The apartment was dimly lit and the tv had been left on but there were no other signs of life beyond the layer of congenial clutter across nearly every surface. Jason bypassed the living room and the kitchen, peering briefly into the second bedroom, and knocking on the bathroom door before arriving lastly at his own bedroom.

The door was ajar in a way that it hadn’t been when he left and he was unsurprised to find his sheets and blankets twisted out of their place with a familiar lump in the middle. His blackout curtains had been drawn and darkness settled into the far corners of the room but his bedside lamp created a small hallow of yellow light near the bed.

He contemplated taking a quick shower. He’d rinsed off before coming home but the grime of the city seemed permanently embedded under his skin. He found he didn’t have the energy and opted for getting dressed down instead; shedding his outer layer in favor of worn sweat pants and a threadbare t-shirt he’d gotten from the thrift store.

Before he left the bathroom he inspected his bandaged wrist wearily. He’d wrapped it hoping the compression would help with the ache but he had the sneaking suspicion he’d managed either a deep tissue bruise or a sprain. He was lucky to have gotten away with only a minor injury — really he was lucky any night he was able to drag himself home — but no matter how minor, any injury that impeded the use of his hands would be a pain to deal with.

Returning to his bedroom he worked as quickly as he could one handed to maneuver the pile of things you’d accumulated so that he could slide under the blanket. You didn’t stir even once but that was to be expected, you’d always slept like like a rock for which Jason was grateful considering the ambient noise Gotham had to offer at nighttime — no one wanted to wake up to gun shots.

Jason plugged his phone in and was unsurprised to find it nearly dead. He considered finding something mindless to scroll online but instead started to comb through the things you’d left strewn across his bed.

There was well read copy of Oliver Twist, dog eared to hell and back with annotations in the margins, all in messy, juvenile scrawl. A few pages of torn out notebook paper — one consisted of grocery list and a few corners filled with various doodles including the Nightwing symbol that Jason scoffed at. He did fold the paper and set it on the nightstand for safe keeping however, the grocery list would probably be important later.

Next he moved on to a discarded cellphone, pressed half underneath one of your arms and sighed. It was overheated and Jason couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he tossed it onto the nightstand as well, he’d been trying with no apparent success to keep you from using your phone before bed so much but you still frequently managed to fall asleep with the device tucked somewhere on or under your person.

The soft thunk of the phone hitting hardwood cause a stirring in the blanket pile and Jason watched with thinly veiled amusement as your head emerged from underneath a rumpled pillow and you blinked sleepily at him.

“Don’ touch my stuff,” you groused, still half asleep. Jason huffed again and rolled his eyes as he stole your — well more accurately his — pillow before you could burrow back under it.

“You’re in my bed,” he pointed out to which you had no rebuttal other than to flip him off.

“You’re such a brat,” he sighed, while you resolutely stayed tucked into the warm indent your body heat had made in the mattress.

“Don’t know why I keep letting you in my place,” Jason mused. “‘Specially when you keep leaving your shoes right in front of the door.”

You blinked a few times to clear the cobwebs and gave a good stretch before finally trying to articulate a coherent thought. “Didn’t mean to, I’ll go take care of ‘em.”

Jason snorted when mid sentence you broke off to yawn, one of those big, jaw clicking yawns. “I already took care of it, kid, just don’t do it again. Got it?”

You nodded as you went to slump into his side only to grimace at the way the winter weather clung to his skin.

“Jesus, you’re cold,” you complained.

“Yeah, sorry kiddo, it’s fuckin’ freezing out there. Guess it’s just my luck a little space heater is hogging my blankets.”

You stuck your tongue out at him before sitting up on your knees to rearrange the blankets so they were equally over the two of you. It was then that you caught sight of Jason’s bandaged wrist and the careful way he’d positioned it.

You inspected it without a word, squinting at the compression bandage. Your voice was quiet when you looked back at Jason with wide eyes.

“What happened, are you okay?”

Jason attempted his usual bravado in a bid to sooth your worries but it was faulty at best. “I’m fine, I’ve had worse. Barely hurts.”

You arched an eyebrow at him before poking his wrist just barely but more than enough to elicit a pained hiss from Jason who silently cursed your mean streak.

“You’re a shit liar,” you deadpanned.

“Well you’re a blanket hogging freeloader so what’s worse?”

You gave Jason one of those looks you had that was far too grown up for your own good — the one that basically said ‘you done?’.

Jason gnawed on his lower lip for a moment before sighing again. “Okay, it hurts like a bitch but I’m okay. I promise.”

You contemplated his words before you finally leaned into him despite the lingering cold. You rested your head on his chest and enjoyed the odd cadence of his heartbeat against your ear. Its rate was always too fast or too slow but its erratic pattern had long since become comforting to you.

Jason allowed you to lean against him peacefully for a few minutes before he nudged at you with his good arm. You nudged back in retaliation.

“Tell me about your book,” he murmured.

“You’ve read it before.”

“Yeah I know, but I want to hear about it from you.”

You thought about it for a second. Your fingers played with a loose string on Jason’s soft, well worn t-shirt and you enjoyed the ride and fall of his chest beneath you. After a beat of contemplation you began talking about Oliver Twist; haltingly at first, not sure what all Jason would care to hear.

Jason seemed tired — the bone weary kind that came with the kind of night life he lived — but he hummed at all the right places and cracked the occasional joke. You talked about your favorite parts and least favorite parts and at some point Jason’s hand started a slow card through your sleep tangled hair.

Jason wasn’t sure at what point he fell asleep and would likely feel bad later for passing out on you but you didn’t mind especially when Jason started to warm up from the blankets and proximity. He was warm and close and solid and decidedly still alive, it was easy to let your sentences trail off as you succumbed to sleep nestled close under Jason’s arm.

[wonderstrevors]

Dick and Jason bonding in Nightwing #107 - side storie

[dukeofthomas]

Pikkuveli by PMMP is such a Dick to Jaybin song...

[spacedace]

Haunted by thoughts of an AU i don't know enough Batman/DC lore to write where instead of bent on revenge, Jason comes back obsessed with a need to make sure no other Robin (or any BatKid) faces the fears and horrors he faced and absolutely he will not let any more Robins die. (AKA writing prompt for whoever is interested)

He still comes back to Gotham, still takes over Crime Alley as Red Hood, but he never reveals who he is. He's just this new mystery vigilante that sticks to Crime Alley and uses more violence than Bruce would like but is always, always *always* there to look after the kids.

Red Hood becomes the over protective big brother of all the younger BatKids, showing up out of no where whenever a fight starts getting dicey to kick ass and keep them safe before shuffling them off to whatever of his safe houses is closest to get them some snacks and do a check in on how they're feeling/doing.

He makes sure Tim gets some sleep and isn't burning himself out. Has some heart to hearts with Steph about their similar childhoods. Sets up a safe quiet space for Cass when she feels overwhelmed. Drags them all off to Dr. Thompkins, gently bullies them i ti getting therapy, helps them with homework, things like that.

He avoids Bruce & Dick generally- too painful - but Red Hood is always there to have their backs, even if he never sticks around long afterwards.

When Damian shows up things get a bit weird. Damian knows him from the League, but won't say who he is. Red Hood seems to have a way with him and manges to treat Damian like the kid he is without Damian blowing up or getting angry about it.

Jason nips Damian's idea of killing Tim in the bud before it gets past the initial planning stage and slowly manages to get the two to some kind of understanding.

He actually sticks around to talk to Dick & Bruce after fights longer than a few seconds and gives advice on how to work with Damian on his issues. Some of the distrust starts to go away for Bruce after that, he starts trying to pull Red Hood into the fold, Dick helping as much as he can.

And Jason is so tempted to tell them. Make the reveal, face his fears and go *home* finally.

But then Bruce dies.

And Dick has taken up the cowl and made Damian Robin and Tim is left drifting, so sure that Bruce is still alive and Jason looks at it all and how close they all are to shaking apart and thinks "I'm not losing anyone else"

He talks to Tim and works with him to try and find Bruce and keep the little bird as far the fuck away from Ra's as possible. Tim takes the mantel Red Robin in honor of his adopted big brother Hood when the dust finally settles.

And when The Heretic comes for Damian, he finds that he has to get through the living tank that is Red Hood first. He doesn't, in the end. Jason swore he'd never let another Robin die and he'd reshape the universe with his bare hands if that's what it takes to do.

They all get on the same page finally, they work together and get Bruce home and well it's not like there's a better time to let them all know he's back.

[notfeelingthyaster]

let me propose an au: jason never dies, never stops being robin, but very soon it gets to a point where he just DOESN'T want to be robin anymore, so he starts searching for a replacement, because he isn't letting bruce kidnap another nine year old

is he finding recently orphaned stalker tim? solo vigilante spoiler (before that on track to being batgirl)? both? he training them in secret before passing the mantle, as it should be

[dontttmindmeeeeee]

kidnapped (different)

I feel like when Dick (Grayson) is kidnapped and he hears that his siblings would come save him, he wouldn’t approve right? Well.. he’s really hurt. And he hears that Jason came to save him but sense he has 0 self care, he fell unconscious. (Lack of water, food or sleep. And fighting people? Worst combo) so, feral dick? Yes please. He hears that and pulls his restraining, anything that’s holding him back. This isn’t Dickie Grayson anymore. It’s Nightwing. Mostly raged Nightwing. You ain’t touching his little brother. So yeah, just a little idea :3 (Uuh, if you ever find any fanfic like that 💔 tell me pls🙏😔) AND HE GOES FERAL. Like ACTUALLY feral, hurting but not killing. (They’re prob gonna bleed out anyway)

so yeah that’s it