#i'm okay now i'm just happy bruce exists

[hey-hey-j]

last night my family got into some body shaming bs but I started thinking about Bruce and instantly felt better. I may have cried a little bit making these. It's fine.

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[bruciemilf]

Having so many de aged! Jason feelings. I might just burst.

Dick and Tim theorize on how a small, happy little baby winded up in Jason's apartment. It's no secret their brother, a wall of bulk with a tender core, houses the homeless sometimes.

Maybe the baby is someone's? But if so, why was he alone? Jason isn't exactly famous for his unquestionable wisdom, but he's too caring to leave a defenceless infant by himself.

More importantly, why is this baby rolling on his tummy on a familiar brown jacket, evidently craving to be picked up?

"Can you take him? I'm not..." Tim's not good with kids; It's a running joke among them. Even If there's nothing comical about this.

Dick nods. His pride does swell when the baby giggles and coos.

"He has good taste."

" Okay, Narcissus. Let's take him home before your head pops,'' was Tim just a tiny bit jealous this little chubby cheeked thing was snuggling close to Dick, while downright glowering at him?

Maybe. A little. But babies were glorified chunks of meat, shaped just enough like a human to be considered cute. What did they know?

So they get home. It's a pleasant rarity, but they're all in one place.

All except Bruce, of course. Too busy bleeding on the streets to spend any time with them, Dick huffs,

Poor Damian is trying to jump and leap amongst them giants, struggling to take a peek at their young guest, " Grayson! I want the baby!"

" He's not a toy, Dami," they all share a silent look, clearly thinking the same thing. He got it from Bruce,

"What does it do?"

" He's a baby, Steph. He's not even aware he exists!"

" God I wish that were me,"

Duke looks at Babybird, as Dick affectionately took to calling him, with a strange, quizzical look, " He looks familiar. You said you found him at Jay's?"

" Yeah, but I'm taking him to a firestation. I just had to show B. You know he likes volunteering at daycares. Maybe he'll recognize him."

" Recognize who?"

Babybird was chewing on his own foot when the elevator doors slid open. Cass wasn't a wordsmith.

She read movements and actions as one listens to music.

Every member of her beloved family was a song of their own; Dick was motivational and calming.

Stephanie was packed with action, brimming with electrifying energy that just made you want to jump.

Tim was clean and precise with accents of pop. Duke was light and happy and silently confident. Damian was angry, and passionate and brave.

Bruce was powerful, sad, and perfectly tragic.

But when Babybird shrieked, yelled out in happiness and excitement and tried to wiggle out of Dick's arms with a sunshine beam and grabby hands?

Her father was a love song.

"Jay," The name sounds like Bruce is choking. His eyes are burning with tears, marching directly to Dick, " Jay? Jay!"

" Wh--"

"Dada!" Babybird, -- Jason? They only now noticed the white curl bouncing on top of his head, ( their inner detectives groan) " Dadadada, pap papi pap,"

They can't do anything, frozen in place, as Bruce spends the following two hours planting a garden of kisses on Jason's cheeks, full with laughter, while they read and color and build blocks.

"Uh, Bruce? I'm...I'm gonna call Zatanna."

" In a minute."

" DAD, --"

" In a minute."

It wasn't just a minute. It was an entire week.

As ridiculous as it was? They were starting to get jealous.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Arc 2 Part 1

Happy WIP Wednesday! Ghost!Robin was the clear winner of last week's poll. Check out this week's poll if you want a say in what gets posted next. For any newer followers who aren't aware, the entire dinner scene has been written. I'm still working on getting it cross posted to AO3, though. That's going to be my next focus (once I finish editing the last chapter of The Two Ghost Motel, my EctoImplosion fic).

Story Summary: Jazz and Jason have been dating for a while. Long enough that it's time to meet the families. So a dinner at Wayne Manor is set up. Danny took great pains to manage all his Ghost King responsibilities so nothing ghostly would interrupt the meal.

But he wasn't expecting to see the ghost of the dead Robin hanging off Jason's shoulders.

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Jason stared at the ceiling and counted his breaths. Next to him, Jazz’s breathing evened out as she slipped into sleep. Every time he let his mind wander, he saw the ghost grinning back at him. Signing with Bruce and Dick. Hugging Alfred.

Trying to take back his place in the family.

And of course everyone responded well to him! Bruce always hated the ways he’d changed since his death. And the ghost looked to be everything Jason had once been. Green shaded his vision and he grit his teeth.

A glance at Jazz, her face soft in sleep, made him let out a quiet breath and ease his way out of bed. A light in the living room proved he wasn’t the only one awake and, for a moment, rage burned hot in his chest. Why did Jazz’s brother have to come to Gotham and fuck everything up?

But he pushed that thought away. Danny hadn’t broken anything. Just revealed that Jason was even more broken than they had thought.

He stepped into the light and froze again when he saw the ghost sitting in front of Danny. The two looked over at him, silent.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he grunted.

Danny huffed a laugh. “It’s a lot. Especially if you haven’t grown up around this stuff.”

Jason glanced back at the ghost and felt the pits rumble under his skin once more. They hadn’t been this active in years. Not since well before he’d met Jazz.

But there was a ghost who looked like him, was him if Danny was to believed, and he was trying to take over Jason’s spot in the family.

He let out an angry huff of air.

Only for the ghost to roll his eyes and sign for him to get over himself.

Jason was throwing a punch before he was even aware, only to almost fall on his face when his hand passed right through the figure. Who decided to point and laugh at him.

Jason scowled and made his way to the window. “I’m going out. I’ll be back eventually.”

“That… might not be a good idea.”

He paused, one foot on the window frame, and asked, “Why the fuck not?”

“It’s just… Robin’s tied to you. He can’t be too far from you and with the power I gave him, I don’t think he can turn invisible again yet.”

Jason growled and pulled himself back from the window and slammed it shut. He glared at the ghost. “Why the fuck do you have to come in and ruin my life now, just when things are starting to work out?”

The ghost, of course, glared back and signed that Jason had ruined his existence first by pushing their family away. All the while, he was making angry-sounding chirps and trills that had Jason bristling even more.

Then Danny was between them, holding out his arms. It felt like something was pushing down on his anger, trying to ease the pits away. He tensed, not trusting the feeling even as he couldn’t help but give in.

“Okay,” said Danny. “Clearly there’s more strong feelings going on here than I first expected. So, um, should I start explaining what I suspect now or should we wait for Jazz to wake up?”

Jason sat on the edge of an armchair, still tense, and waved him on. “I want to know what’s going on.”

Danny nodded. “So I’m no doctor. We’ll have to go to the yetis for real answers, but I can start with the basics.”

“Yetis?” Jason couldn’t help but ask.

Danny blushed. It tinted his skin green. He’d blushed red earlier, what did the change mean? “The yetis of the Far Frozen,” said Danny. “They’re the doctors I mentioned earlier. Their leader is named Frostbite and he’s been helping me out since, like, six months or something after I died. They’re the experts in part-dead, part-living biology simply by taking care of me. I don’t even think the fruitloop knows as much as them, no matter how much he likes to pretend.”

Jason closed his eyes and took a breath. Sometimes talking to people not trained in giving reports by Batman was a test of patience. He decided to let the fruitloop comment go. It didn’t sound like it’d be relevant to what he wanted to know—at least not yet. Maybe he could find out more and get a second opinion after meeting these Yetis. “So not only will you be taking me to another dimension, you’ll be taking me to a place called the Far Frozen where I’ll be looked at by yetis.”

Danny shrugged. “Yeah, basically. Jazz mentioned you liked to read. If you like, I could take you to the Ghost Writer’s lair after. He’s got a library that contains every book ever written and many that never got published. I’m not allowed in it after an incident the year I died, but he likes Jazz so I’m sure he’d let you in if you promised not to damage any of his books.”

Now Jason was staring for an entirely different reason. There was a place like that? That he could just go to?

A questioning trill made his attention snap back to the ghost and he tensed again.

“Yeah, Robin,” said Danny. “You, too, of course. Can’t bring Jason somewhere and not you, after all! Especially since you’ll both have to be present for the medical examination.”

Jason grit his teeth and forced himself to not flinch at Danny’s use of the name “Robin.” He refused to take his gaze away from Jazz’s brother and ignored the sounds the ghost was making. “When will we go?” asked Jason.

“Soon as Jazz wakes up, if you want. No reason not to. And there’s a few things I’ll have to do in the Realms anyway. I was expecting to be away a single night, not however long this”—he gestured between Jason and the ghost—“will take.”

“But they can fix me, right?” asked Jason. He needed the answer to be yes. That ghost couldn’t be allowed to ruin the fragile peace he’d established with his family or the life he wanted to start with Jazz.

To his frustration, Danny just shrugged. “I’m not a doctor, Jason. I don’t know what they’ll find when they examine you. But they’ll know more than anyone else in either this dimension or the Realms.”

“But you have suspicions.”

“I do.” Danny took a breath. “Remember the sensor? Actually, let me just pull it up now.” He rummaged through his bag and pulled it out.

Jason made an annoyed grunt at the delay, but didn’t say anything as the seconds dragged on while Danny turned it on.

After what felt like ages but was really less than a minute, Danny moved closer so Jason could see the screen.

“See, here’s me.” Danny pointed to a bright orange blob on the screen. “And that’s you, he pointed to a mostly purple blob, half as bright as Danny. But mixed through the purple were shoots of orange and blue. The three shades turned mostly orange as they extended from his body to a mostly blue shape. But orange and purple twined as inextricably through the ghost as it did through Jason. Danny pointed to the blue. “And that’s Robin. You’re mostly purple which means you’re liminal. And a brighter purple than I’ve ever seen outside of Jazz and my closest friends. Robin is mostly blue which marks him as an unknown ghost. I’ll be updating the system soon so he shows up as a friendly, known ghost. But what’s interesting is this part between you. You’re connected by ectoplasm that most closely mimics halfa ecto. And there’s currently only three known halfas in existence.”

“You think we’re a halfa, like you.”

“Either that or you have the potential to be a halfa. But, really, we’ll need to go to Frostbite to know for sure.”

“I just want him gone.” Jay would argue to a second grave that it wasn’t a whine, but he was glad none of his siblings were here. Or Jazz.

The ghost let out a series of angry trills and signed at him. Which Jason easily ignored by simply closing his eyes and cradling his face in his hands as he worked on forcing back the pits.

“I don’t think it’s going to work that way, I’m afraid,” said Danny, echoing Jason’s worst fears.

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Jason is having A Time™️. Will it get better?

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[gothamite-rambler]

Bruce meeting his son Damian pt. 2

Context: After Bruce Wayne has regained his bearings and been dragged to a lounge room at Ra's castle and has been retold that he has a son with Talia, Jason knew and now his in-law is Ra's Al Ghul. (links to the first two parts below).

Bruce, still in his bat suit, rested on the ground in Talia's study trying to remain his usual calm and composed self, but can only repeat a mantra.

Talia: Bruce, my former love, are you feeling better?

Bruce (monotone and stunned): I have a child with Talia. I have a child with Talia. I have a... child with Talia. I have a child with Talia. I have a child with Talia...

Talia: You are being such a drama king, can you not be happy that that our night of passion produced a child.

Bruce (whimpering): Oh God I'm linked to you through a child!

Bruce buried his face on the floor groaning loudly.

Talia (angry): My father was right, you would hate Damian! If you're going to be like this then you won't be around him!

Bruce (clarifying): I do not hate Damian. I hate you. There's a difference. And you are not depriving me of any further time with him!

Talia shook with rage, but chose to not stab him, taking a long sip from her tea to calm herself.

Bruce: I didn't even get the name of Thomas Jr.! Although Damian isn't a bad name. This is not what I needed though, I can't believe I'm a father again.

Talia: Bruce, while I don't care much for your Robins, you raised three kids already! For Ra's sake, you adopted Dick when he was 8!

Bruce: I wasn't secretly his biological father, unaware he existed because the petty mother and her psychotic father refused to inform me of that!

Talia (honest): Well when you word it like that it makes us look bad.

Bruce (calm, but enraged): Talia, how old is Damian again?

Talia (deadpan): He turned eight a few months ago.

Bruce (panicked): That's what I'm FUCKING saying! I missed another birthday, he's been around- Oh my God it just dawned on me he's been around Ra's Al Ghul. Ra is that precious boy's grandfather. Oh… no.

Talia smiled hearing Bruce call their son precious.

Talia: You're stressed and shocked about having a child that I neglected to tell you about, for your own safety as well, but we can co-parent him since you know about him now.

Bruce (V.O.): That's not the point, he is my son you loony tune!

Bruce (outloud): Thank you so much for giving me that option eight years later. I'm not upset I have a son, that's... fine. You are correct about the fact I've raised three kids, working on things with Jason, but yes I'm not new to parenting. I’m having a lot of racing thoughts because the woman I thought I cut off ties with is now linked to me through said innocent child. Oh and the fact you kept him secret for eight years!

Talia (missing the point): Our relationship wasn't that bad. You have to admit we had good times together.

Bruce sat up, bringing his knee to his head and thinking about the good times... Those bad times entered the narrative quickly.

Talia: Bruce, it was for the best I never informed you of Damian’s existence earlier, father would’ve killed you.

Bruce: You refused to tell ME I had a son, because your father who bathes in the pit when he has a cold might’ve killed me? That’s what you’re trying to tell me… you’re telling me that as if I can’t fight for myself!

Talia (hesitantly): I made… what I assumed was the smartest decision.

Bruce: Yeah Kim thought the same thing with J.D. on Scrubs, at least he found out before the baby was born.

Talia: Okay I did not watch much of that crap show, but don’t compare me to that woman, I’m ten times better than her! Plus our night of passion was far different from what they did.

Bruce: No, it was a one night stand. A fun one, I won’t deny that, but one I had planned to be a ONE NIGHT STAND! I'm supposed to be smart, why did I buy those condoms, why did I put one in my wallet?

Talia: You are pissing me off to no end, but slip-ups like this can happen to the best of us. Neither of us expected a condom with the word 'condom' misspelled on it would break so easily.

Bruce: I can't ignore the fact you had him around that man. You let him talk to Damian, be around Damian, probably teach him how to kill. I am burying so much rage at the moment, but it's a thin thread, Talia. It's a thin thread!

Talia rolled her eyes while drinking from her tea cup.

Talia: I'll have you know, my childhood was only filled with normal discipline, he stabbed me in my ankle three times and then stopped. Mostly because I expected those sneak attacks.

Bruce: Talia, I swear to Christ if he has done that to Damian I will murder him three times.

Talia: No... not that I'm aware of.

Talia took another long sip from her cup while glancing away from Bruce.

Bruce (despondent): I've been deprived of that cute boy's eight years of growing up. He could have had a semi-normal childhood. I saw you with the baby too, but I thought nobody would be STUPID enough to have a kid with you. I'm the stupid one.

Talia (smirking): You think he's cute?

Bruce whimpered to signify he meant yes.

Talia: Our DNA worked together well.

Talia giggled, but Bruce wasn't in the mood.

Bruce: You're as delusional as I remember.

Talia: Bruce, get up, sit next to me. Have some tea.

Bruce stood up and sat a good distance from Talia. He removed his cowl and sighed accepting he had a son with Talia, but his worry for his child's safety remained.

Bruce: I'm glad I'm not shooting blanks, the issue is- I mean no offense... kind of do- I did not want a child with you after I realized I can't be with someone like you. You and I have clashing ideals and now we have a child. I have to co-parent with a woman who harassed a Kohl's worker to the point the woman got institutionalized ... and that's the tame shit! What am I going to tell Damian about your entire history?

Talia: Okay first of all, that worker was racist, she had it coming and second, I've made decisions you do not agree with, some that I don't look back on fondly, but for most of Damian's childhood I raised him with the love I barely got from my father. I'm doubting the decision to raise him as an assassin.

Bruce: I can make the final decision there, he's not becoming one.

Talia (chuckling dryly): Guess we'll have to compromise with what Damian wants. To be honest, Bruce I'm not that mad with your overall reaction, but I'm glad the issue isn't our son. Because whether you want to be with me or not, I want you to be a part of his life. Eight years later, yes, but I've known you for a long time and I see now you'll be a great father to him.

Bruce (rubbing his forehead): Freaking reassuring after I missed so much of his life... He's leaving today with me and will never return here again. Yeah, yeah that's a good first step as his father.

Talia: Okay, let's test the co-parenting here. How about you take him to Gotham and spend a few weeks with him so that way he can get to know you more. You're rich, not as much as us, but hopefully he'll be used to your lifestyle.

Bruce (serious): You said that as if he's visiting for vacation and then returning to this kingdom of evilness. He's not returning here! Ever!

Talia: Oh come on, I'm raising him incredibly well.

Bruce: Around Ra's Al Ghul?

Talia: Y- Yes. On his birthday we have him fight assassins and punishments aren't that bad, but last birthday he didn't have to do that I was generous.

Bruce (seething): You had him fight assassins?! What punishments- You got me fucked me, Talia! You got me fucked up! You have me talking like I'm from lower Jersey! I get you find me silly for wearing an awesome batsuit to save the city, but let me make this clear: He's living with me, I am taking... custody of him. I'm getting his stuff, he'll get on my jet and Gotham will be his permanent home! That is my son! Not just yours and damn sure not Ra's! I have a say in my son's life!

Talia (impressed): Okay, I like this energy. He'll want to return here for proper raising, I'm confident in that, but he can spend two or three months with you and then we'll humor him and see who he wants to stay with.

Bruce: Me. Me. He's living with me. I might have him visit- What am I saying?! You can visit him, I won't deprive YOU of being around him. Not Ra because if he hurts him any further, I will BEAT that man to an inch of his life and render him comatose!

Talia (pretending to be ignorant): Yeah, he'll stay for a let's say a year. I'm getting what you're putting down.

Bruce: You're seriously not! Talia look into my eyes, Damian WAYNE will be living with me from here on out. Got it?!

Talia stood up, placing her tea cup on the table.

Talia: Mm-hm, Mm-hm, Mm-hm, we'll see what Damian decides. Aren’t you happy I gave him your last name.

Bruce rubbed his forehead, trying not to cuss Talia out. She wasn't always the most stable person especially when it involved allegiance to her father, but he was resolute in his decision.

Damian would not set foot back in that castle for as long as Bruce lived. Although he accepted there was no point in arguing with Talia.

Talia (standing up): I'll go tell him to pack his things, you're going to have to talk to my father and I'm not sure if you remember this, you blacked out at a certain point, but Jason was fully aware I had the child, kept it secret for this long-term revenge, Damian has visited Gotham to be babysat by him, and he helped raise him for 8 years. He was actually the one who told me a few months ago it was time to let you see him so don't be too hard on the kid. Okay, whew got that off my chest. Damian, let's talk!

Talia scurried out of the room as Bruce stood there, shocked at this new information. He had blocked out that particular part, remembering it now made his face turn red with rage.

Bruce (whispering in rage): He had his reasons. He had his reasons. He had ... his reasons. He ...had his reasons. He had his... reasons. He had me send him that money for three years after I SAVED him and he sat on his information until a few months ago!

Bruce left the tea room in a huff.

Bruce: Jason, let's talk!

"You knew this entire time?"

Bruce find out about Damian

Jason knew the entire time

[devilfic]

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✦: batman | battinson!bruce wayne

✎: series

where two are joined, relentlessly [completed] ↳ gotham city’s bound to discover it’s got a prized bachelor on its hands. selina kyle got it, you got it, and you’d quite like if it stopped there, thanks.

I. go, go, loverboy II. best-kept memories III. sick day IV. nameless V. ballroom blitz VI. favors for a friend VII. clean slate VIII. happy birthday, mr. wayne IX. from now on

right place, right time [ongoing] ↳ you took the hippocratic oath. you swore to help those in need. you didn’t sign up for a man crawling through your apartment window bleeding to death, but you’ve unfortunately seen worse.

I. right place, right time II. of niceties and awkward second meetings III. the tower IV. the hierophant V. curiosity killed the cat VI. do you trust me? VII. twenty-one questions VIII. whatever keeps you around vignette. strawberry candies IX. I'm the well they're gonna drag you down X. we don't fight fair

honeymoon [ongoing] ↳ in a gamble to retake his place as ceo of wayne enterprises, bruce wayne is strong-armed into an arranged marriage with you.

you finding out his secret identity is only one of his problems at the moment.

I. honeymoon II. marriage bed III. on the clock IV. sugar-coating V. sins of the mother

✎: one shots

got you ↳ the wayne family has a special kind of love language.

at the front steps ↳ eventually, the well will dry up. eventually, your patience will wear thin. eventually, you will leave him. of few things he was more certain. unfortunately, how much you loved him wasn’t one of them.

ghosts ↳ there’s a split second between dreaming and waking where the dream exists in the real world: the tender loss of a dream unrealized, and the relief of a nightmare severed. your nightmare is still clinging to you.

good grief ↳ you and batman have something special going on. obviously, people notice.

hard-knock life ↳ even with the riddler locked away in arkham, his followers manage to haunt bruce to this day. thankfully, you’re more than willing to help your fiancé tie up all his loose ends… even if they are a bit ridiculous. or four times the riddler’s followers make a threat on bruce’s life and the one time alfred shoots them for it.

nocturnal animal ↳ okay, maybe the caped crusader is a vampire. and maybe you just want to know what it would feel like for him to sink his teeth into you. it’s not weird.

I want us both to eat well ↳ “It’s so complicated staying alive sometimes.” — your friendship with the elusive vigilante is a special one in many ways.

✎: headcanons

bruce and reader’s mother/misc. headcanons [where two are joined, relentlessly universe]

love languages

bruce making a playlist for his partner

bruce with a gothic s/o

wedding headcanons with bruce wayne

sleeping headcanons with bruce wayne

✎: drabbles

bruce’s first family christmas with you and dick

reader with a villain mbti

dick finds out bruce is batman

bruce's diary [right place, right time]

bruce is a little stalker

✦: catwoman | selina kyle

✎: headcanons

jealous!selina kyle

✎: drabbles

secret admirer and roommate!selina

✦: the riddler | edward nashton

✎: series

boogeyman [hiatus] ↳ he is your shadow as much as you are his. one person, one reflection. you made a deal with the devil and this is the price you pay for redemption.

I. boogeyman II. no god in gotham

✎: one shots

first snow ↳ life wasn’t all pain, there was you. there was you.

✎: headcanons

young!edward nashton headcanons

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lost Boys

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: After Jonathan Lane Kent wipes himself from existence by canceling his own timeline, he finds himself stuck in the afterlife where he meets Jason Todd. He still wonders about the life un-lived on Earth, and how his parents would've felt about him.

Jason Todd, who is making the most of being dead, struggles with the reality of what he's left behind. He has one wish and one wish only: to send his family one final message.

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent (Laney), Jason Todd, Catherine Todd, Boston Brand, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, John Constantine, Raven, Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Relationships: Platonic JayLaney

Additional Tags: Angst, Platonic Relationships, Magical Jason Todd, Resurrected Jason Todd, Queerplatonic Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, POV Multiple

Chapter Five: Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood (Laney's POV)

Do people in heaven get sick? I wished more and more with every passing day that there was Google or an encyclopedia of sorts for the afterlife. Jason started getting headaches a few weeks after the dance. He tried to hide it from Catherine and me, but we could see it in his eyes. Jason was fading.

After the dance, we sometimes flew over the ocean at the beach, and we'd do cannonballs into the water from the sky. Somedays, all we'd do was laugh and play like children. Other times, we'd sit in the meadow and tell each other all the things we'd say and do if we could live all over again. I told Jason about how I grew up, and he told me all about the things he swore he'd never speak of out loud. He told me about his birth father, about what happened to him after his parents died. He told me things no one knew.

By the time he'd gotten really sick, we were in the meadow watching the clouds. Jason didn't want us to see it, but he couldn't hide it anymore. All we could do was pretend not to see it. "I see a little dog where you saw your turtle," I whispered as I pointed to the sky.

"Now, how do you see a dog there?" Jason asked as he started giggling. "That's obviously a turtle. Lookit. See the shell?"

"Jason, no, he's like one of those short dogs with the wolf ears," I argued, "See, because those little wisps right there, those are his ears."

"We're pointing to two different—." He stopped speaking and sat up. I turned and looked at him, and he looked paler than usual. "Sorry, what was I—. We're pointing at two different clouds, Lane." He took a deep breath and came back to me.

I touched his cheek with the back of my hand, and he took my hand away. "You okay?" I asked. Jason nodded. "I still think it's a dog."

"A corgi? You see a corgi up there?" Jason asked. I nodded. "I guess I could see it... Think my ma's still out on her date?" Jason stood up and stretched out his arms.

I sat on the ground and looked up at him. "Yeah... Are you okay with her dating Boston?" I questioned. "I mean, he's really not that—."

"I know he's not that bad... I mean, I actually think I might like Boston for Ma. He makes her laugh, and he's good to her. He might be the first guy that was ever good to her," Jason replied as he pulled me to my feet. "If Ma's happy, I'm alright."

"Yeah, and you gotta admit he's kind of cool too... I mean, he gets to travel back and forth—."

"Laney, come on. Even if we could go back, I don't wanna leave my ma," Jason interrupted. I nodded.

"Jason?" I called as I walked on my hands just like he taught me. "Can I say that I love Catherine? Is that weird?"

Jason raised his brow and playfully tripped me up with his foot. "How do you mean it? Because if you mean it like that, we might have problems, Lane," Jason joked.

I stood up and pushed him with my shoulder. "No, not like that! I love her like—. I dunno, like how you love her... I think," I explained.

Jason offered to carry me home on his back. I rode on his back, and he let me rest my chin on top of his head. "Jason, were you this strong when you were alive?" I teased. Jason chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. I may not be the biggest guy around, but I trained hard. I coulda carried you if I wanted to," Jason replied, "Besides, you're Superman's kid. Of course, you'd be taller than me."

We didn't make it all the way home. He stopped to rest, and he stumbled on the way to sit down. "What's wrong?" I asked. Jason shook his head. "Let me carry you the rest of the way," I offered, and he held up his hand.

"I'm fine, just—. I'll catch up with you," Jason whispered. I wouldn't leave him, so I picked him up and carried him home. By the time we got home, he was fast asleep. I set him down on the couch and waited for Catherine to come back. We never slept, so it was so strange to see him unconscious.

He came out of it for a moment, and he chewed me out for carrying him home, but I didn't care. I knew he didn't mean any harm. He stormed out of the cottage, and I let him have his space. I regret that I didn't follow him.

Catherine and Boston came back around sundown, and by then, I was hysterical. "Catherine, I don't know where he went, but he was sick, and I—."

"What do you mean he was sick?" Boston interrupted me. "He can't get sick anymore." Catherine rushed out of the cottage, and Boston nudged me. "He can't—."

"He is! He's sick, and he's fading in and out. It's like he's a—..." I trailed off, and Boston asked me to take him to the places where I hung out with Jason. He wasn't there, so we circled back around to the cottage. Catherine was inconsolable.

"He's nowhere to be f—." She swallowed hard. "I can't find him," she sobbed, and Boston touched her arm and waited for her to collect herself.

"I'll find him," Boston promised her, and I stopped him before he could go anywhere.

"I gotta go with you. If Jason's anywhere on Earth, I can find him. If he's there, I can find him. Please," I pleaded. Boston looked at Catherine, and she nodded. Boston sighed and nodded.

Boston placed a steady hand on my shoulder, and he told me to remain calm. He was going to take me back to the world of the living as a ghost, and I was going to find my best friend.

[arkhammaid]

i'm curious.. you mentioned that you have many drafts, which would you love to finish? (and maybe post)

literally all of them-

no but seriously. i have a few favorites amongst my ideas which have been written out by a few sentences/paragraphes and just have been stuck like this forever because i just... dunno. don't have enough brainpower to fully write the idea out

much much yapping about some of my fic drafts rotting on the fic graveyard below the cut <3 i warned you... i wrote so much...

f1 fic drafts

son of helios!oscar

this fic is a weird mix between greek mythology and... my love for oscar. basically, oscar's biological father is helios, who, unlike the greek gods, still exists because he IS the sun. his mom did some praying (unintentionally) and asked for a son. helios gave her one. he is also a very present father and also loves oscar's sister's like his own children. yada yada, some background history of oscar's childhood and speculation of the grid about this unknown man who always seems to be around oscar but isn't a family member (can you tell... i'm a whore for outsider pov)

logan/max time travel fic

you guys know these drafts exist, so you should also know that these are just... existing and not doing much more. lol

omega!charles x omega!max

this is... just. brain barfed onto paper, i literally have snippets of outsider pov (ollie, alpha's on the grid, some chat snippets), and a cringe attempt to get back into smut writing... i have failed btw

dc fic drafts

bruce wayne x slade wilson

okay now this one... jason is slade's kid, dies and due to this, bruce finds out slade is actually his father, not willis. (yada yada, someone with an s being in willis' phonebook... it's all connected). bruce, the honorable fool he is, finds slade and brings him the news. slade is.. well, mad, because 1. his kid died and 2. his kid got treated like shit. slade really gets into bruce's head, and it's very much rancid vibes. in the end, bruce aka batman still doesn't kill, but everyone knows that deathstroke does... yeah.... and then jason comes back and is in for a surprise....

damian wayne discovers fanfic

oh boy... this one is a total brainrot. basically, damian spends too much time on his phone and discovers ao3, wattpad, tumblr, etc. he becomes a minor celebrity on tumblr due to his... damianess i would say. bruce tries to cut down his screentime, damian is not happy and as revenge he writes a superbat fic. and then, everytime someone makes him mad, he writes a fic about them. yeah. i have nothing to say for myself

fem!slade wilson x jason todd

a 5 + 1 fic, where jason discovers not only his mommy issues but also the fact that he has a massive competency kink. of course. i have written one out of the six parts

fem!jason, red hood!jason, arkham knight!jason

basically... fem!jason and ak!jason end up in rh!jason universe, they're like "okay we're triplets now" because they've all suffered beneath the same people. it's just pure chaos. as of now, they've already claimed they're clones of either lady shiva, deathstroke, batman or wonderman (with a dash of constantine because how else can you explain the magic swords) and everyone is left scrambling to actually find out if they're their clones. in the end, slade claimes them as his kids, because they were like "we will fight against you and if we win, you're our father" and he was just too amused by it. as you can see, it got crack

game of thrones

time travel robb that somehow became a girl

girl!robb thinks for the longest time, that her 'memories' of boy!robb are a warning of the gods. she has a mental breakdown before the weirwood tree and accidentally makes a blood offering. yada yada, she claims her own wolves, has some ravens as pets. important tho, the whole north is ready for her to become the next lady stark, since for the longest time, she only had sisters and no brothers. ned sees how special she is and gets approval of robert for girl!robb to become the next warden of the north. due to this, he prepares her much better. the south of course, is mad about it, but they can't do shit. meanwhile the old gods continue to torture girl!robb with visions of the future, if she doesn't keep her family north...

greek mythology in the north

basically, the old gods exist but they have the names of the greek gods. people of the north guard their religion more, targaryens grow obsessed with it, once they find out the starks own the winter crown smithed by hephaistos, from the sword and heart of the night king. which can't be true, because obvs someone from their line would defeat the night king (they forgot hephaistos is technically a fire god... yeah not really smart of them). just some ramblings about the south viewing the north as barbarians, while the north is just chilling

crossovers

sansa stark x jason todd

jason dies again, the old gods drag him through the multiverse or whatever (very murky explanation on how he ended up in westeros) and he swears fealty to sansa, when she was stuck with ramsay. i have actually gotten pretty far, but i'm stuck on where the starks search for alliances and end up going to dany for dragonglass. jason is also a son of shiva in this one, because why not

fem!jason todd x marvel

something something along the lines of jason always having potential, be it as robin, as assassin, as monk, as priest, as someone practicing magic in every universe. and in one universe dr. strange comes across jason and takes her in

bruce wayne x sung jinwoo

universe hopping, jinwoo claims bruce as his and that's it. it's well known that robin has a pet monster that looks like a giant ant and everyone in the universe knows that batman is the beloved knight of death. do with that what you will

jjk x genshin impact

yada yada, more universe hopping, megumi ends up in mondstadt, gets a hydro vision and learns the art of healing from barbara. people assume he's from inazuma, and think his father has left the clan due to the war. he does the same thing as the traveler, and just goes around in teyvat. i've gotten until liyue (and zhongli almost wanting to kill megumi because he sensed 'dark' energy from him, similar to the abyss)

got x peaky blinders

the northern nobles somehow end up in the modern world right during the ww1. i don't have much here, only specific scenes. like arya and lyanna mormont walking around with a gian dog (nymeria) and playfighting each other, while tommy is taking a double take at jon snow (who let his hair grow out and looks a bit like a woman from afar so pretty he is) because he has a sword on his back. don't ask me what was going inside my brain, i don't know myself

percy jackson x jason todd

percy has to marry someone or else becomes a god, since he's already a prince of olympus. since annabeth died due to plot reasons during the war, percy goes on search for a mortal to marry. but because gods are assholes, this mortal has to be someone. he comes across red hood who has ties with the all caste and is not immortal, so he is someone to respect. percy approaches jason by offering protection if he would ever need it. they marry, batfam doesn't know, and while they're not in love, they're friends (yes, they will fall in love, why wouldn't they)

jason todd x deamon targaryen

honestly i'm trying to decypher my own notes to this, but basically, jason founds his own assassin group, going around saying he comes of the al ghul family. no one in westeros/essos knows who this is, and he's like, well obviously we wanted it that way. daemon comes across him, has bi panic, they fuck. daemon finds out jason is magic (as in has magic sword and his wounds heal on his own) while jason gets creative with his english master and yaps about the al ghuls being demons and dragon slayers. daemon gets obsessed, while rhaeneyra is on denial because no, he can't be a sword swallower. now i would like to quote a note on this document "jason is very manipulative, fully knowing he can never let daemon run to rhaeneyra in order to prevent war (he's just delulu and likes his dick)". wow, no notes, 10/10, i don't even know if i meant for jason to have knowledge of this world???

[zahri-melitor]

Batman Eternal

I think for a weekly, event comic that was promising to deliver the Bat Family, it underperformed. Some people had a good event, some people had a mediocre event and were underused, and there were a few absolute shockers.

The Good:

In terms of a 'push Bruce to the limit' event, it was interesting in that this one pushed Batman, the Bat Family AND Bruce, separately, to their limits. I'm used to events being 'pick two of the three'. That said, it still underestimated the effectiveness of its supporting cast.

Bruce had a solid event, in that it was focused on him and broke him down to build him back up by running him ragged and keeping him guessing on 'who caused this'. Honestly I don't have a lot to say about Bruce's plot, sorry. It was an okay mystery running through various rogues? I think making Cluemaster Who Dunnit was not the right choice (Arthur should always be a bit pathetic), but I can see why they picked him in the story that's returning Steph and after making Riddler the big bad for Zero Year.

Selina actually had a reasonable event. She got her entire backstory rewritten and ended up controlling crime in Gotham at the end of it, but eh, the former happened to a lot of people during n52 and the latter is something Selina ends up doing every now and then. Her plotline involved organised crime and Carmine Falcone, so it was even something associated with her long term story arcs.

Jim Gordon: look, once we get past the incredible miscarriage of justice that was Jim being arrested and convicted for manslaughter (please, please, explain to me how Jim shooting the signal box input was what caused the trains to crash, rather than the railway routing that meant there was timetabling and no fallback override for two trains SHARING TRACK while running in opposite directions), it was essentially just an excuse to put Jim in Blackgate and start up the plots there. Which you know, went pretty well. Jim got to be the strong man, show off his personality, and presumably this all sets up the Superheavy plotline (sigh).

Julia Pennyworth. Look, I don't hate the idea of Julia, so much as am confused by the very tight timeline constraints required for her existence (post about this coming), and I resent that DC let the team basically invent a new Oracle without being allowed to acknowledge that Oracle is Barbara Gordon. It's like it's an important role in Gotham! Anyway. In terms of what Julia brought to the page, I did appreciate that the writing team seemed committed to increasing the number of women characters populating Gotham, I am happy to have someone not Alfred running comms for the Bats, and I can see several ways she'd be an interesting character to have around, long term, for storytelling. I could grow to like her. But man. I had a really hard time swallowing her existence while Barbara's in the same event having her character destroyed.

Harper Row is so clearly Scott Snyder's pet. Honestly, I really enjoyed her design and the general arc of her story; adding an electrical engineer to the group is actually a relatively unoccupied niche and gives her points of differentiation, but by handing her such a major part of the plot while other, fan favourite characters were appearing and getting not much at all was setting her up to fail in the eyes of the audience.

Steph ranks up in the 'had a good event' category. She essentially reran her origin story combined with aspects of her War Games plot (before everyone yells at me, I particularly noted the correlation with the part of the story where Selina hid her with Holly coming through here with Steph hiding from Arthur and her getting dumped at the Rows for protection. Go actually read War Games). I liked the concept of the Spoiler blog being what she used as her name inspiration here. I again wouldn't have minded if she had actually interacted more with other Bat characters (everyone got very siloed here) but you know what? The story brought her back and set her back up in her default sort of background state. Seriously, they picked from Steph's biggest stories here (her origin, War Games, and actually parts were in conversation with War Crimes, which is a phrase I never thought I would say), and that was a reasonable decision imo.

The Mediocre:

Luke Fox got an interesting plotline with Jim Corrigan and the Spectre. Unfortunately it rarely interacted with the rest of the story (apart from leading to Arkham blowing up). This could have been a separate mini.

Tim got to appear in actual Bat titles, doing actual Bat things, and while being abrasive I could squint at him and see his original characterisation. Tragically despite this he basically didn't get to interact with existing characters he knew for most of the plot. Got handed the idiot ball on occasion to show off Harper. I wish he'd had more opportunities to spend time with characters I know and enjoy him with.

Kate Kane was there, for this event. She got to spend some time with Barbara and Jason. She also really didn't do much of anything. It felt like an obligatory 'you currently have a solo' appearance.

Jason Bard: look this is where I'm conflicted. If this was simply Random Cop #34, I'd have probably bumped it up to good but unrealistic (in terms of the speed run to Commissioner), but as a Jason Bard story? About all they kept or knew of Jason was that he's a cop, he was mentored by Jim Gordon, and that he Has A Limp. I am still outraged they made Babs give him the limp, I think making him a minor antagonist of this was a waste of bringing back Jason Bard, and the endpoint left him in a position where he's moderately unusable by other writers (there was a slight set up for 'transition him over to a detective agency' but there was no resolution on why anyone in Gotham either among the GCPD or the Bats would trust him after this).

The Bad:

Hush. No, not so much in his story (it was boring, it was Tommy being Tommy, yawn), but in the fact for no apparent reason Tommy is running around with his head bandaged. WHY? No reason was given. Using the bandages as his 'costume' is actually painfully irritating, because he wore the bandages during the original Hush as he was healing from facial reconstruction surgery. Here, he was imported into New 52, with his face wrapped in bandages, and no reason given. He wasn't trying to become Bruce and steal his identity. He was just...in bandages. Because that's how he looked in Hush and the fanboys think of him, despite the fact he basically never appeared in bandages again AFTER the initial Hush storyline. I'm infuriated in the pointless iconography that misses the original intent that this is.

Barbara had a terrible event. Even if I excuse everything as she was still grieving over Dick's 'death' and Jim being in jail, and the fact she was undergoing personality surgery in her own title (Batgirl #35 sigggghh), a complete random 'ship Barbara and Jason together' plotline came out of nowhere premised on the fact Barbara was missing Dick? Or something? And their age gap in n52 nonsense is only a couple of years, rather than Babs being ABOUT TEN YEARS OLDER and having babysat Jason. Ugh.

Speaking of: Jason Todd did somewhat better than some of the others in that he got to actually hang out with Barbara and Kate for a storyline, and honestly pairing him up with Kate is a route DC should look at more often in terms of character mediation, but lost 1000 points for the Jason/Barbara stuff. Also had a terrible costume (but what's new there).

Crystal Brown I am so sorry. Not only did you get yet another completely new look and personality, you lost all the few characterisation elements we had for you, you collaborated with your ex-husband, and you betrayed Steph at one point. You should be awarded damages for pain and suffering.

Lincoln March/Owlman: you were in this event SOLELY to confuse Steph and delay her cooperation with everyone else. I resent your entire existence in this timeline and it irritates me that Scott Snyder set up an entire previous event essentially to introduce you to the main universe and then waited going 'did you get it?' You are not Thomas Wayne Jnr sorry.

[steinfellds]

She Isn't Coming Home

Pairing: Mom!WandaNat x Teenager!Reader

Summary: Thanos snapped half your family away five years ago. Five years later, half your family is still missing. Though this time forever.

Warnings: death mentions, depression, cheating, angst with no happy ending, family issues.

1.2K Words

a/n: im changing the plot of endgame a bit cause I cant be fucked to write it all out

/ masterlist / / w.n masterlist /

You were 13 years old when the Avengers lost against Thanos, causing half the universe's population to cease to exist. You still remember the horrible feeling you felt in your gut when you saw the Wakandian guard who was watching over you turn to dust.

At the time, you thought you caused the guard to turn to dust with your recently discovered powers. So you hid in a vent for half an hour until your mother, Natasha, found you.

Only 3 days later, you were told of what happened to the rest of the universe.

You cried for weeks straight about the death of Wanda, and even Natasha shed a couple of tears at the loss of her ex-wife.

Wanda and Natasha had divorced 2 years prior to the blip when Natasha found her cheating on her with Vision.

After the blip, you struggled to return to your normal life as your powers were spiraling out of control, and Natasha was forcing herself to work so she could forget the horrible things that happened.

By the time you were 14 years old, you were diagnosed with depression and were failing half your classes. You would skip school constantly to hang out with your friends and show off your powers.

The first time Natasha found out about this, she was upset and hit you with the "How would Wanda feel about this?" which broke you at the thought of your dead mother's reaction. Though slowly you started to care less and less about Wanda's reaction.

She was dead. She didn't matter anymore.

It was just you and Natasha now.

Your relationship with your mom wasn't bad. Sure, you had your ups and downs but you still loved each other dearly. Sometimes you wouldn't know what you would do if you lost her as well.

"You're telling me there may actually be a way to get everybody back?" You stared at Tony, tears filling your eyes at the hope of everybody's return.

Tony hummed, "There's a possibility of it, yes."

"But don't get your hopes too high, okay? We aren't 100% sure of it." Natasha said to you, a stern look on her face.

You nodded, "It's just crazy that after 5 years, everybody could come back."

"It's been 5 years of hell," Bruce muttered, flicking switches at the control panel in front of him.

Natasha put her hand on your shoulder, making you jump. "Sweetheart, you need to go to bed. It's getting late."

You shook your head with a small laugh, "Mom, I'm not 13 anymore. I'm 18, I make my own decisions."

Natasha raised a brow at you. You have been talking back to her a lot more often than usual.

"Okay, sorry." You apologised, making your mother smile. "Goodnight, everybody!"

It only took a couple of days for Tony and Bruce to figure out how to time travel and retrieve the infinity stones.

"Mom, why won't you let me come with you? Please, I never come on missions with you." You begged, yanking onto Natasha's suit.

"Stop acting like a whiny child, Y/n. I told you that you're staying here and Clint is coming with me."

"But, mom-"

"Y/n, drop it."

You groaned and dramatically threw your body onto Natasha. She pushed you away with a laugh.

"You're a big baby, you know that?"

"You suck." You huffed out, watching your mother walk onto the platform.

"Love you, baby." Natasha sent you a wink.

The Avengers exchanged short conversations before they stepped into the correct positions.

"See you in a minute."

A bright flash of light lit up the platform and everybody disappeared.

It was only a few minutes before everybody started reappearing on the platform, each holding an infinity stone.

"Holy shit, Tony! You actually did it." You cheered, running up to him.

"Did you seriously doubt me?" He asked with a chuckle.

You sheepishly smiled, "Maybe."

A thumping sound made you turn away from Tony. You saw Clint defeatedly sitting on his knees with an infinity stone grasped in his hand, his face stained with tears.

"Clint? W-where's my mom?" You couldn't see your mom anywhere.

"She's...I'm so sorry, Y/n." His voice cracked and he started sobbing.

"Where's my mom, Clint? What the fuck did you do?" Your eyes started to fill with tears.

"I tried to stop her, I promise I tried. Though she's always been better at fighting than me, and- and I couldn't stop her." Clint couldn't even bring himself to look at you, "She's dead. I'm sorry."

All you could do was start to sob. You didn't know what to say or do. You felt fucking horrible. The last thing you ever said to your mother was "You suck." You didn't even tell her how much you loved her, and that tore you apart.

You collapsed into Tony's arms and quietly sobbed into his chest.

The death of Natasha was heavy on everybody's shoulders. Everybody was mainly silent, only talking when needed. Nobody spoke to you or Clint; you both looked like you could break down at any moment.

After many long arguments, it was decided Bruce would snap everybody back into existence. When Bruce snapped, you were almost sure he was going to die. It filled your eyes with tears at the thought of losing another loved one today.

"Did it work?" Rocket asked softly.

A loud sound was heard outside the compound, which caused everybody to run outside. Portals started opening one after the other, revealing the once-dead heroes.

"Y/n? Baby, where are you?" Wanda's voice broke through the loud crowd.

Wanda's eyes widened when she saw you, "Y/n?"

You stared at her, not really feeling anything but sadness. "Hi."

"You're so big! What happened? Why are you suddenly so old?"

"You're going to have to sit down for this." You whispered with a sad smile.

You and Wanda sat cross-legged on your bed. Both of your eyes were filled with tears.

"It's been 5 years since Thanos and Natasha is dead?" Wanda asked for the second time, still not really believing it.

You hummed, picking at the skin of your fingertips.

"That's okay, sweetheart. You still have me."

You looked at her with a confused expression, "Excuse me? What about my mom's death is okay?"

"That's not-"

"No, fuck you, honestly. My mom raised me, you were gone all my teenagehood and now you're saying this shit?" You stood up from the bed and moved away from Wanda.

"Honey, please," Wanda begged, realising she massively messed up.

"Firstly, you ruin this family by cheating on mom with a fucking toaster and now you've gone and ruined whatever family this is." You stared daggers into Wanda's eyes.

"Don't you dare call Vision a toaster."

"Mom died to bring you back! She knew how much I missed and needed you so she killed herself in order to help me." Your voice broke, "I wish you stayed dead."

"You don't mean that." She scoffed.

"Get out of my room. I don't even want to look at your face right now."

"Y/n-"

"Get out!" Your eyes flashed to a blinding white colour.

Wanda quickly scurried out of your room with tears rolling down her cheeks.

You flopped down on your bed and started to cry your eyes out. In the span of a couple of hours, you lost every important thing to you. Your mother was killed and Wanda ruined whatever relationship you were willing to build with her with a couple of words.

You had nobody. You were entirely alone.

And it really, really hurt.

[ravenclawshermione]

Chapter 2 of The May Queen's Crown just dropped!

“So Nightwing, is it just me or has Hood been weirdly evasive lately? Or seems like he’s always busy, which is wild because it’s Hood, and I know Arsenal isn’t in town.”

I grinned, remembering our boy’s night, “Oh it’s not just you. And it isn’t Arsenal keeping him busy.”

Calla keyed in immediately, “Wait, is he really seeing someone?”

“He insists that it’s not like that. But considering the fact that ever since the emergency boy’s night about two months ago he’s been completely unavailable most evenings before patrols, and the hundreds of dollars he dropped buying DVDs for this mystery girl, I'm calling bullshit.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe he didn’t tell me,” she said, amused, “That little punk. I’m glad, though. He deserves some happiness.”

Before I could agree, Babs came in over the comms.

“Oracle calling all hands, we just got a report of a breakout attempt in progress at Arkham,” the modulator couldn’t fully mask the urgency in her voice, “Meeting point Delta Bravo, B is en route now.”

“Delta Bravo?” Calla asked me, looking determined. 

“Rendezvous point just across the bridge to Arkham,” I replied, pulling her close and firing my grappling hook, swinging us through the air, heading towards where our bikes were hidden. 

We dropped to the alley, and she moved the bramble that she’d used to hide the bikes. Her personal ride was a lot nicer than the plain black one she had started using for getting around on patrol nights, but it was also one with a more recognizable paint job. It was one of the drawbacks of our lifestyle, having to worry about being discovered. 

“Any idea who’s involved?” Tim asked.

I could practically feel Cal tense up next to me. With situations like these, standard procedure was to communicate over the open channel. Direct lines still existed, but being able to coordinate as a group was vital. Still, I knew she was only just getting used to the idea of being involved in these Bat-ops. She valued her independence, and she and Bruce didn’t exactly get along.

“Riddler, Penguin, Ivy, and a handful of others,” she answered, “Unclear yet who’s calling the shots, and who’s just taking advantage of the chaos.”

There was a clatter of keys hitting the pavement, and I turned to see Calla standing there, a look of frantic horror on her face. I’d only seen her look like this once, when she’d nearly-

No. I couldn’t think about that right now. 

Right now there were exactly two things that mattered. Making sure Calla was okay, and getting to Arkham as soon as possible. 

[jellyfitzjelly]

Has a bit of a long set-up, but I hope it's worth it! Work Anon.... please, you REALLY do not want to read this at work!

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Dick had to keep from preening as he saw Jason's eyes stare at his neck, going back to surveying the supposed drop site.

"Okay, I'm just gonna say it. What the fuck?" Jason spat.

"What?" Dick jumped, realizing it was directed at him and not the mission.

"You're still with that guy?"

"I talked to him about it, like you said-"

"And he still put that shit on you," Jason accused.

"No," Dick snipped, "I put it on. Didn't take you for a kink shamer."

"It's one thing in public. It's another when you're Nightwing. And what's with the orange shit? We're supposed to be stealthy, not directing traffic. Dick gripped the binoculars tighter. He liked the orange accents he added to the finger stripes.

"Coming from the person wearing a giant, red, metal helmet?" Jason blinked at him a few times.

"Okay, I don't know what your problem is recently, but you're turning into a real shithead. Cut it out," he said a bit calmer, lightly shoving Dick's head. Dick leapt up and locked Jason's arm behind him. "What the fu-"

"Do. Not. Touch me." Dick growled, pushing Jason away. His brother stared at him as he went back to the stake out. Dick had to admit, he liked feeling this powerful. This in control. No one had any right to touch him but Slade.

The binoculars were knocked out of Dick's hands, shattering from the impact. Jason was glaring down at him, crowbars drawn.

"You wanna act like a shithead, then you're off the mission. I can handle this myself," Jason sterned.

"Batman's in charge, not you-"

"B, Nightwing is acting out, I'm sending him out," Jason said, the words echoing in Dick's comms.

"Explain," their adopted dad replied.

"He's being a petulant child, Batman, ignore him," Dick cut in. There was silence for a bit before Bruce came back.

"I'm not far from you. I'm on my way over. We are not doing this over comms."

"Happy now?" Dick glared, cutting off his communicator.

"No, I'm not. Whoever this is is corrupting you, Wing. This isn't you!" Jason bit, shoving him back.

"I said to not touch me!" Dick yelled, drawing and swinging his escrima stick at him.

"Oh-ho, you wanna dance, shithead? Maybe I can beat some sense back into you."

While Dick was quick and light on his feet, Jason had power. And when his hits land, they take a second for Dick to get his bearings. But Dick could tell his brother was pulling his hits, aiming specifically for his arms and legs. One good hit had Dick yelping in pain. Then the sound of metal hitting the concrete roof. Dick looked up to see Slade restraining Jason on the ground, his hand digging Jason's helmet into the concrete.

"Do not touch my things," Slade growled, leaning his knee harder into Jason's spine. Slade smashed Jason's head against the roof hard enough to make his head spin, getting up to help Nightwing to his feet. "Are you alright?"

"You were watching?" Dick panted, a little weak in the knees. Aside from the possible concussion, Dick was a little jealous of Jason having Slade on top of him like that.

"I'm always watching, little bird. We'll work on your counters this week. They were atrocious." Dick could only nod, a bit shocked.

"You're working with him again?" Jason spat, throwing his helmet off. "After fucking everything!?" Jason's eyes went wide, his face slackened in disbelief. "Or... you can't be fucking serious..."

"You're right, Nightwing," Slade said, stepping closer to Jason, "he is a kink shamer."

"I did not need to hear that," Batman sighed behind them. Dick wished he could plummet into the earth and never exist again. "Jason, the drop is happening now. Go handle it." Red Hood hesitated for a bit before collecting his crowbars and jumping off the roof. "Nightwing, report back to base, immediately-"

"He doesn't answer to you," Slade said, putting his arm around Dick.

"Deathstroke, this is between Nightwing and I. Last I checked, you were to stay far away from Gotham."

"Oh, I have recently. Just had to make sure my property was being taken care of." Slade blatantly fiddles with the collar now, unobstructed by Nightwing's lowered suit collar. Batman stayed startlingly still, not reacting one way or another. But Dick knew that meant that he was fuming.

"Nightwing," Batman called, "explain."

"He doesn't answer to you, I told you that," Slade all but rolled his head back.

"Did you concent to this?" Batman asked. Dick just blinked at him. "I need an answer," Bruce said now, easing his voice gentler. "I'm not going to let you get hurt like this again. Did. You. Concent?" Dick realized what was happening, and nodded. Bruce seemed to wilt a little, but nodded. "I still expect you at base after patrol. Attacking an ally does not go undocumented, you are aware of that."

Dick felt Slade's hand tighten dangerously on his shoulder. Slade was incredibly possessive, but also can get pretty jealous. Anyone giving Dick attention made him jealous, even if it was just him getting scolded by his dad. Punishments were Slade's job.

"Tomorrow before patrol," Dick negotiated. Batman hesitated, but nodded.

"Fine. I will get Red Hood's statement tonight. For now, you are suspended from patrol for tonight-"

"What?"

"You attacked Red Hood-"

"He struck first!"

"And I taught you all how to diffuse a situation. Go home, Nightwing. Now." Dick looked like he was about to argue, but stormed off. "A word?" Batman growled as Slade turned to leave. The mercenary crossed his arms and cocked his hips.

"I'm all ears."

"I don't know what you are doing, but I will not tolerate it-"

"I don't think you have a say. As you saw, he concented. There is nothing you can do."

"You've abused him in the past-"

"And that is in the past. He chose this. I've asked on multiple occasions if he was sure. And he says yes. Every. Time." Batman fumed, knowing the secondary meaning behind his words. He was taunting him.

"I don't need to know what goes on behind closed doors. I do need to know that my son is safe."

"As you can see, I clearly am keeping him safer than his own colleagues. I'm sure he'll tell you all about it tomorrow," Slade smirked, his eye crinkling with a mischievous pride, casually leaving to follow his partner.

-

"You did well tonight," Slade praised, trailing more kisses down Dick's torso, feeling how he stretches and arches under him. The poor young man was an absolute sucker for praise. "You stood up for yourself, just like I taught you," he said, his breath brushing over Dick's hip. The hip reached up further for more. "I'll have to reward you tonight. Perhaps it was a good thing old Bat sent you home-"

"Don't mention him," Dick suddenly sat up, glaring at him, all hint if his lust gone. Slade crawled back up to his face, coaxing him to lie back down.

"Of course, little bird. I don't like bringing it up either. You belong to me," Slade purred, lightly nipping at his neck. And like that, Dick was melting again, wrapping his arms around him with a hum. He trailed up his neck till he was kissing the underside of his jaw, tangling his fingers around the collar's pendant.

"Such a needy little bird," Slade commented, bringing his thigh between Dick's legs. Dick gasped and pressed his groin closer, making Slade laugh darkly against him. "And a slut."

"The most desired bachelor in all of Gotham," Slade continued. "The amount of people you've brought into your bed. And you still came back to me. Could they not satisfy you? Ended too quickly?" Dick grinded up against his leg harder, panting now. "That's one thing about a healing factor. I can satisfy you as much as you want. All night."

Dick had enough, pushing Slade over so he was on top, using his entire body weight to grind down.

"Now, now," Slade chastised, pulling Dick closer by the collar. They had tested it already, and the collar could handle quiet a decent amount of force. "I intent to really reward you tonight. I'm going to make you savor every moment." He pushed Dick off gently, getting the most irritated groan from his lover. He opened the nightstand, pulling out what looked like lotion in the dim light.

"I got a present for you," Slade said, straddling Dick's hips as he warmed some in his hands, smoothing it up Dick's chest and neck. The young man preened under the touch. "Know what this is?" Now that Dick thought of it, the 'lotion' made his skin tingle a little. "Thought we'd try it on less... sensitive areas first." He leaned down and started deeply kissing him, Dick's chest and neck warming up as the lotion settled in. All Slade did was run a finger down Dick's chest, over his nipple, and sparks erupted over his skin. He was so fucking sensitive! Dick couldn't help it, and let out a deep, lustful moan. "Perhaps we will just leave it to less sensitive areas for now," Slade laughed. "Get you used to it," he hummed, kissing down his chest. Dick was writhing under him, arching and moaning. If Slade wasn't careful, he'll have Dick finishing before he even gets to proper foreplay.

This was going to be an interesting night.

WHAT AN INCREDIBLE THING TO WAKE UP TO!!!!! WORK ANON ARE YOU SEEING THIS?!

also I love how Jason basically went

stop kinkshaming your brother, Jay 😂

[batmanrogues-scenarios]

Batman Unburied

I wasn't expecting Bruce to work at the morgue but I was like "Alright, they took liberties " but then his parents walked in and I was like "... they took a lot of liberties or this is a Scarecrow joke"

Okay, there's definitely something going on, his memories of alley are blocked, it feels like that Mad Hatter episode in BTAS

The Harvester is creepy, give me Zsasz vibes

The mind fuckery, that is happening with Bruce

Oh Barbara, nice

If Bruce doesn't have an uncle/aunt then dies that means Batwoman doesn't exist?

Nygma knowing Bruce is Batman is always interesting.

"Thank you Jervis!" Took me out lol

Of course Riddler got jealous of Harvester

I like Barbara's and Ed's dynamic 👀

"Am I interrupting?" "Yes" "I don't care" love the dude

Strange twist is nice

Oh he wasn't rogue before

The fucking Ahoy, hoy. What the hell Eddie?

"You're well and truly fucked" I wasn't aware how much I needed for Ed to swear

I'm not sure if I trust Nygma to not stab Gordon but we'll see

Lmao, Bruce brain is terrifying true

The comic bullshit sir

Aw, the lady calling Batman cool is so sweet

… what do you mean Strange is dead

Jervis telling people to fuck off is funny to hear

Stop assaulting people Batman!

Even Jervis calls Tut delusional lol

… Batman saying sorry actually has a meaning, this is Batman.

I'm happy he thinks they deserve better so how about stop beating them! I'm letting it go this time because he was high on emotions.

Ok, so we're just gonna talk about cannibalism. Okay.

The Scarecrow makes people taste better. Okay…

Is it Poison Ivy?

Yep. It's interesting she had powers since she was a child.

Wait so she wasn't known back then.

Oh oh. Yeah, her dad isn't the best.

Her bacstory is so interesting, I will include her in my character writing.

Fuck her father.

Fuck the Dr.

Her music is so beautiful.

That's honesty nice plan.

I will never get used to Bruce having feeling for Vicky after watching Arkham games.

Damn, those people really loved Bruce. They're ready to attack Batman for him.

Pamela not hating people instead trying to help them is nice.

Does everyone knows that Bruce is Batman?

"You choose the word where we were disappointed in you" Oh my God my heart

They're talk is so beautiful.

Not his mother crying 😭

Pamela losing her shit is amazing.

Whoa, he brings up Alex. Nice.

Go Ace!

Are they seriously gonna kill Pamela?

Barbara become Batgirl?

Pamela is alive!

Lmao, suspending trivia nights because Riddler escaped.

Bat calling him Eddie, love it.

Can't wait for season 2! Now time for Batman Audio Adventures !

[johnshis]

Read Batman: The Impostor this weekend. After putting it off for so long, I think it's only obvious I share my thoughts in the last social media I uphold.

It has risen second in my painful lists of favorites. I think there's something so crude about showing a character whose heart is just an open wound. And this takes the cake for me.

I think what the general public mistakes about him would be solved if this was one of the leading comics they read on him. Though I know there's complexity in canon discussions, what matters to me the most is how good the story is being written and told. Primary points of discussion on Batman are tackled, and there's a lot more rawness that people often disregard on him. I haven't read every Batman comic in existence, so don't be a snob and talk to me about which is better. I don't care, this is not a book club.

I don't kill people. Batman does not kill people. That's the phrase that stood out the most, because in these last years, we've seen a rise in the idea that Batman is weak because he does not end the life of the "bad people" and instead believes that people can be rehabilitated. It's the running gag that people think it'll be easier if he just killed Joker for once. When confronted by the idea that he's got blood in his hands, he becomes utterly devastated, a wreck of a man.

Not only does Batman's no kill rule make utter sense to those who are emotionally mature enough to read books that aren't for 1st graders, but in the outlook of a realistic view it's also accurate. Anyone who's ever read any theory on the concept of justice and how the system that's been set up to us manages it is going to understand that one less life doesn't mean one less bad man on the street. The bad men are still running for the mayor, and for positions of power.

In the concept of love within the story, I thought it was cute that Bruce actually fell for Blair. Though it made it more so clear how broken of a person he actually is, this was pointed out on how he could only regulate his emotions when she was with him. How he only felt "peace" when he wasn't alone but with someone who shared his story, his pain too.

I think if you get to the end and you think of it as underwhelming or utterly unfair, then the comic did its job. That's kind of the point; on how things most times won't have a good ending– in the Batman sense. The ending feels bitter in the same way that passing a class with barely a good enough grade feels like you did it, but... nothing really feels rewarding. It just happened.

I have great faith in Mattson now, I'm hopeful the Batman he will bring to us will feel more like the one we've been waiting for to rain down from the sky in the middle of dry season [coughs up... Snyder season...]. About the art; it's perfect. I think the colors and the way they manage with the story are so touching. Andrea had RENT to pay okay. Bruce's design in this might be one of my favorites of his ever. He looks and acts as if the word misery had grown limbs.

Happy late Batman day. Here's a bad review of a comic I cried about while rejoicing on his existence.

[solarrene]

Home Again

Jason Todd X Plus Size reader

A little valentines treat!! ☕💌💐🍰💗 Love again. Love today. Love tomorrow. ❣️

Chapter Twelve

Another declaration right in his very eyes but he could offer nothing. She was slipping away and he was letting her. 

Unfinished Piece

Fear. Jason knew of it. But from his days and nights, he's gotten used to it. Used to it so much as if he didn't feel it anymore. 

But when he was met with the sight of Y/N, her life threatened, a look on her face that he didn't know he'd be dreading—he felt it again. And he felt it so much when he held her hand, feeling it all from her.

Though if hearts exploding exists, he was sure he could be the living example of it as he heard his phone ring the second she pressed that call button. 

What the fuck.

Jason stood there, never in his life that he became so ever still, unable to move, unable to even so much as think while his phone continued to ring. He didn't think his state could have gotten worse the moment he saw her but there he was. With that look she had on, he knew and so, like an instinct, he caught her as she fell unconscious and the flowers and her phone was now on the ground. 

As his hands were wrapped around her and now carried her. The pain of his flesh still being torn apart was at the very back of him; ignored. His own pain was nothing when his blood continued to flow out from his wounds, tainting her. The sound of siren from the distance came closer and he just stared at her. 

This is what had been haunting him then, just as he overcame that, just as he was so close to making another step closer after their beginning, this is where it led him—a broken promise, what haunts him; in his arms.

Fear staring right at him.

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Sore again is what she feels as her eyes fluttered open, blinding lights met her and then came out a gasp as fragments of what was, came back.

Jason.

Y/N realizes she was in a hospital room and she sees Alfred on a chair just beside her, already looking at her with mellow eyes. She opened her mouth, "....That wasn't a dream?" Though she still asks unsurely as that what it felt, she knew the answer to it already.

"I'm afraid so," Alfred answered. Then Y/N turned to the ceiling again and let out a long breath from her mouth. She stayed as she was for a moment, letting countless questions run in her mind. Though one was clear.

What have I gotten myself into?

Then she laughed a little, "She would have killed you, Al." 

Alfred laughs as well, "Yes, indeed she would have," he agrees, at the notion that he lives a life that he has. "But she would have been happy for you, nonetheless." Assured him.

Y/N nods, uttering a small hum of agreement. They never doubted it for even a second. That much was already settled. 

She sat up and she sees that she was still in her clothes from earlier. Then Alfred finally fills her in, "You were out for more than thirty minutes. Thankfully, you were unharmed but because of the adrenaline spike, it was too much for you, you fainted."

"I think it became too much when I realized it." She scoffed, laughing. 

The man of her much interest was none other than the Red Hood, a kid she had been bonding with, turned out to be a sword wielding vigilante that had saved her; two of which that she knows who works with the knight of Gotham, the fucking Batman. Who was Bruce Wayne and the father to them. Fucking hell, the father to all those vigilantes that whom she had been staying with. She cannot even begin on Alfred. 

......What in the fuck. 

Alfred only chuckled a little but it was seen that there was no amusement in his eyes, she sees this and smiled sadly, reaching for his hand and squeezed it. "I'm okay, Al.....it's okay." She assures, he just nods and held her hand.

The boquet and her phone on the table beside her was hard to miss the moment she woke up. Alfred hands the flowers to her, she holds it gently, hands tracing it and she sees blood on them; Jason's. 

Y/N looked down, blinking away the memories and tried not to grip the boquet too tight. "....How is he?" 

"His wounds have already been taken care of, but....he needs some time..." Alfred tells, he leans back on the chair, sighing. Knowing that the said boy was brooding off to whoever knows. He could only hope to blame Bruce for it.

Y/N clicks her tongue and placed back the flowers on the table, already expecting the answer. "I know," she replies quietly and laid back on the bed, met with the dull ceiling again.

"I have to go now, don't I?" Her voice was tired. Tensed fingers slowly gripped the sheets, trying to stop her chest from heaving as she was beginning to find it hard to breathe. 

Alfred, never missing a thing, he reaches for her hand. "It's up to you both. But....yes, I think we already know the answer." Even when far away, he knew what the boy was thinking, and no words could make him change his mind, not even her—to his demise, as much as it is for everyone; he was sure of it. Alfred stares at her, both unmoving as they sink in the happening, then he spoke. "I'm glad you came here, Y/N. I don't regret it." Could it even count as a confession if much of the notion was already known?

Y/N smiles but only so little, "....I know. I don't regret it as well." She holds his hand assuringly. 

God, I want to sleep.

She almost let herself go to rest and maybe be left in her misery, so as she feels—until the door opened to Bruce and Damian.

Or not.

Y/N sat up, smiling softly at the hesitating child and she offered her arms—Damian went for it. Happy to see that she was still welcoming as ever. She hugged the boy warmly, "My darling," she coos as she felt him lean more into her and she gently rocks him. "Thank you for saving me." Says her after they pulled away, a hand now on his face, unable to believe that the boy in front of her was capable of doing what they do. "How brave." She praised and kissed the top of his head. Damian only stayed silent, abashed at the show of affection just after what had happened to her. 

Y/N chuckles and held his hands, having the feeling of what he was thinking. "Now, have your father already told you that you have no fault in this?" She asks, eyeing Bruce after then looked at the child again, not missing the said man breaking into a smile. 

The way Damian was avoiding her eyes because of the subject, reminded her of Jason. Sure she was that he was going through the same thing......just much more worse. 

"He has-"

"And do you believe it?"

Damian's surprised and the faltering gaze that followed, gave his answer, and she sighed a smile. "No one is at fault, my love. No one is." She pressed, tearing off her gaze from him to look at the old men. Hoping that they as well, understand the message. "If anything, it's mine," she almost laughed when she saw their faces but she just bit her lip. 

Y/N truly believe that but alas, "It's been done. I'm unharmed, you saved me, you both did. No more what could have been." She declared, his small face in her hands again. 

Damian was close to smiling but he frowned again, stepping back away from her, leaving her hands hanging. "Are you going to go?" 

The old men in the back looked at each other for a second, their adorned smiles turned into a frown as well. 

But Y/N never faltered. "I am," she began, a small smile rather than a frown. The reality that she'll indeed go immersing in her, she easily accepts it. 

Might as well, rather than drown in dread. 

She held out a hand to him, "We'll be okay." A promise to herself rather, she intends to keep it, dutifully.

Bruce smiled as Damian took her hand again.

Though the hope that he saw from her and him.....for them, had never changed. He knew what his son was feeling. That hope Jason held onto, despite the promise he so willingly broke, that his son accepted to let himself began for a new hope that came. He feels it. 

Yes, Bruce's hope remains untouched but regret comes in easily, knowing that it had hurt his son. Be it on his failure-

"Master Bruce," a firm squeeze on his shoulder. It was Alfred, snapping him out of his thoughts that was beginning to spiral—Bruce knew that Alfred was seeing right through him. "Time for us to go home." 

Bruce huffed, nodding with a smile. "Yes, we should," 

One misstep couldn't let themselves be strayed so far away.

.

.

.

How could I miss all of those? 

Jesus Christ.

Y/N stares at the ceiling of her room, now alone to be in her own—in the process of her disbelief, that is.

Well, the second they left the hospital she started to think about it all. From where it all began, and she went on it until they got back in their home, to her taking a bath, and until now. Despite that it was already past 2 A.M. She was still wide awake. "God," she groaned, her hands sprawled on her face. She figures, who could sleep peacefully at such a time, anyway.

Y/N wrapped herself in her robes and tiredly stepped up from her bed. There she walked in the dim litted hallways, ignoring their words of concern from earlier. Walking again against the cold had her mind flashing of what happened, a chill ran through her body as she plays it all back. Having done it had her feel on edge, snaking her hand on her arm and held it tightly. 

And of course....along all those, there the image of him in her mind; it never left her for even a second.

Whatever is gonna happen now?

Y/N sighed as she sat on the bench, eyes looking up at the sky. She hugged herself, her heart began to pound as she continued to think of him for longer than she could. "I miss you more now."

How could mere words break Jason so easily? If only it could fix him right back up than it did sometimes. 

He walked closer to her and she felt his presence, but she didn't flinch rather turned her head down and closed her eyes, breath shaking from her mouth. "You knew I would come." 

He didn't, he wasn't so sure of it. ".....I was..." hoping. "waiting." For even to even think of that word....it was a high price to pay, so he just stood there, not daring to move an inch further anymore. Afraid that if he stared at her, he'll see her eyes that was once filled with fear that can mirror his own, to see himself again in her eyes but now jaded; almost bare. 

"You knew I'd be here."

"I hoped."

As much as what faces them now, regret was not in her, she couldn't possibly feel even a little of it, not when their time was always fleeting.

"I think I'll know what I'll say when I see him."

"I'm not sorry that I called you, even if it costs me my life." Declared her, aware of the consequence it can bring, it made her want more to say it as all the cards were now placed.

Jason shut his eyes tightly, not surprised by it, though he didn't see it coming. One question had been eating him. "Why me?"

"Because I thought of you." 

Every second that passed, she was even more.....bolder and it seemed like he keeps getting thrown off. Not an ounce of waver as she said those words....she sounded proud. She was and he heard it loudly.

But.....nevertheless that she was proud. She still knew what was going on in him; a glimpse of an unfortunate what could have been.....what can happen.

"It can be a long wait though."

Y/N suddenly chuckled, shaking her head and stood up. "....I remember telling them that I'll wait for you," she says while turning to him, inhaling shortly from her mouth once her eyes landed on his, his gaze turning her weak. So she gripped her robes more, needing the strength. With the feet she tried to steady, she walked to him while he remained still.

Clenching his fists as she grew closer, empty was his mind now that she was in his eyes again. "I still am and will." Her voice breaking him out from his trance. 

How could someone be so near and yet ever so far away?

The decision had been made, the second he laid eyes on her that time, it was made. And he made that decision. But she wanted to hear it from him.

"Should I go?" Their gaze never faltered on each other.

He didn't answer. He couldn't answer, not when he wanted nothing more than to dive her in his arms, to protect her in his hold, to feel her warmth again, not when he was seeing so much longing in her eyes, not when it mirrored his own. He couldn't bear it.

Coward.

Such thought could anger him and it did, but only within himself. He could not blame anyone by it but the truth; she made him weak. And it damn scared him. 

He stayed silent but she heard him. "Huh." Y/N nodded and looked down. Though, even when sadness hits her, she forced herself to stand still and looked at up him again. She exhaled before reaching out to him. Softly, her fingers ghosted his bandaged arms, looking at them with such sad eyes, and even when they were covered, a chill ran through him. Then she hold his hands, he opened them freely.....willingly. Their skins were cold but they were now warming up each other as she clasped them together. That was all that he could give. 

So she took the leap this time.

"....Nonetheless," Y/N began and stepped closer, their distance nonexistent. She laid her head down against his chest, the beating of his heart so strong that it resonated through her own, still he held his head high, and he feels her ease into him, her thumbs tracing his skin. "Thank you....you had your guns but you didn't use it, I remember seeing how your hands wanting to reach for it but you didn't...that was one of the many thoughts that crossed my mind when I realized and up till now." She spoke. More than flattery that she felt by his said actions.

Those words alone can show how much she weakens him so. Yet....he could never question what he did at the time.  

"Thank you." Y/N says again and finally, she feels him at ease. Laying his head on top of her own, no doubt that the scent of her would easily be engraved in his mind again, more than it already is. 

They stayed as they were, eyes closed, their breathing keeping steady as the same with their hearts. Much was supposed to be said but nothing came out from them.....but still they understood each other. 

They tried to. 

Y/N lift her head up gently to look at him while bringing their hands up to their chest. Only the sound of her breath was heard when she opened her mouth, choosing not to say more, she instead kissed his knuckles and pressed them to her forehead after. 

Another declaration right in his very eyes but he could offer nothing. She was slipping away and he was letting her. 

Slowly, she slid off from him, not giving him one last look as their one arm finally untangling from each other as she walked away. 

Jason stares at her while she goes farther. Wounded was her, he could almost see her bleed—he turned away his eyes, a second more of it, he would have had his feet running to her. 

The ground shook from how heavy he walked, one that made him restless, that drained the life out from him each step he made; it was back. 

How he came back alive in his place was a fucking wonder to him. 

. 

. 

. 

A fool, a damn dool what she think she is as she let her tears fall in the hallways until she made it to her room. Quietly sobbing as she sat in her bed. Letting in all what misery she had been feeling. All that she was in the hospital was just a facade after all. A try to make the inevitable less painful, it failed. It failed the moment she saw him. 

Idiot. Idiot. You fucking idiot. 

Out of breath as she continued to cry, but she didn't stay there as for longer than she thought she would, she couldn't possibly let any time that she had left to be wasted. Not when hundreds of words could spill out from her. Sealing it in was out of the question.

Afterall, she's still only a human who wants to sleep without her heart feelings as if it'll tear itself apart.

So as Y/N finished packing up her things, as foolish as she felt, by the way, she cried all the way while she did. She found herself looking for a paper she can write on and after she did—tears and the ink of the pen flowed out like water.

Even when she had spilled what be of her heart, it teared itself apart anyway.

[robinasnyder]

Okay, but, what if Jason doesn't remember who he is and he knows he has daddy issues and Talia uses this? She's like "oh, here's my son. I want him to meet his father, but his father keeps adopting boys and not taking care of them. I'm worried he'll reject Damian over this pretender who already comes from wealth and doesn't need anything from the Bat. It's a vanity project for him. And I'm worried because the last boy's killer is still out there."

And Jason "dramatic and mad about it" Todd, runs off to Gotham to take his daddy issues out on Bruce in Damian's name. Beats the shit out of Tim Drake who would dare to steal another child's spot when he already has parents. Also, Tim's now part of the Joker murder plan. Rather than it being "him or me" it's "joker or timmy. Pick 1, I kill the other". (Really, it's more like "if this asshole picks the kid, I'm taking him with me back to Nanda Parbat, Damian deserves to get his kicks in, and Timmy's smart enough to make a good servant/ninja for Damian and Talia, meanwhile I'llcome back to Gotham and kick Batman's ass", but he's not saying that outloud.)

Anyway, yada yada, fight happens, Hood's helmet comes off, batman breaks the mask, he suddenly realizes it's *Jason* and he's like "Jason?" With a surprised and broken voice, and Joker starts cackling about how the bird he killed is back and how much fun.

Jason's getting a migraine from mixed memories. He's not paying attention. Tim gets out of his restraints, gives Jason a sedative and Batman and Robin manage to get Jason home and put the Joker away.

Jason wakes up in the cave so fucking confused, except that there's Tim who's like "you said Bruce had another kid. Where is he? You keep Bruce distracted by being all sad and angry, I'll get the kid and you Wayne boys can be a happy family."

Jason, waking up realizing that there's so much wrong and he's very confused because his memories are coming back, and oh yeah, he beat this kid for the crime of existing in proximity to Batman, and the kid's rattling off about how Dick will finally come home because his brother's back and he gets a new baby brother too and he'll be so happy to have a whole family.

"So what, you just go home afterwards?" Jason asks, the first words he's spoken since he got knocked out.

And Tim's like "well, I'll keep Robin until you or the kid's ready, and I'll just go full time with the Titans." There's strain in his eyes, and Jason's too disoriented to stop the plan, but is also pretty sure that Bruce Wayne shouldn't be allowed kids if it's gonna turn out like this with all of them.

Tim going to collect Damian, happy to know he's basically got a lock on fixing Bruce, being secretly Big Sad but able to hide it (he isn't). Damian who's already heard Jason chomp at the bit about "Batman doesn't deserve you", also trained to be observant noticing Tim's like that going "perhaps Jason is correct", and Jason being weak because his memories are coming back disjointed and causing raging headaches but he's still trying to fight Bruce because now he's got a lot more beef with Bruce, since he remembers he's the one that wasn't avenged, Damian's about to show up and be heart broken and Tim's a certified mess. Meanwhile, Bruce literally doesn't care if Jason caves his face in because Jason's home, and has also not fully processed the "other kid" part bc he's looking at a miracle. But oh boy, is Bruce's detective about to kick in about the exact second Tim returns with the Batplane and a child.

Red Hood au where Jason has amnesia (thanks to being beaten upside the head before being blown up), but still wants to do his insane revenge plan against Batman. He has no idea why he's beefing with this random ass dude. He just knows he has unresolved daddy issues and pointed it at the most dramatic looking bitch on the East Coast

[alinalioness]

Security Breach FINAL: We forgive everything.

In twelve days.

The heroes rode the DJ calmly while the sun was almost away from the mountains.

Freddy: That's how we decided to move to Highland Isle. We decided to keep a secret when we had lunch with the BWW characters.

Alina: We understand. We all keep secrets about our past to forget about the incident.

Balan: I would have hidden my past myself when I was thrown tomatoes during my very first performance.

Lance: And I would like to talk about my dark uniform.

Carlin: So are the rest of us. But fortunately we saved everything, (to Glam-rock) even though you don't have your own pizzeria now.

Glam-rock Freddy: What are you? Anyway, we have a new Highland Isle house now. Thank you all.

Alina: Actually, I have to thank the Puppet for sending William's soul to hell.

They all looked at the Puppet who was sitting at the end. The doll looked at them and stood up.

Puppet:(Nod) You're welcome.

Later, Gregory approached him while he was looking at his.

Gregory: Is it true that I have his son's soul now?

Puppet: Yes, I decided to save your life from William when I was going to kill you. She used to belong to Fredbear when he was dead. As for his brother, he's in the Glam-rock Freddy animatronics. Her sister is in Baby and her mother is in Ballora.

He hugged the Puppet tightly like the others. The puppet was surprised, but was also glad about their kind hearts. Later they let me go.

Freddy: Fredbear would be proud of you. So would the rest of my friends if it wasn't broken.

Puppet: Well... I have to go (Everyone was surprised).

Bonnie: Why?

Chica: You could have stayed with us.

Foxy: You have no place to exist.

Puppet: I'm just a magic doll that brings someone to life. Your task is to continue your life. (To DJ) Please stop.

The DJ stopped near the forest where the Puppet descended. Later, ono waved to his friends, which they did to him, and then he left. The heroes continued on their way to Highland Isle and just found it. Everyone watched as Vanessa approached Gregory and Cassie.

Vanessa: I am very sorry for your parents who are no longer there. But I'll make you happy. You are for changing now the relatives who saved me from William.

In response, the children hugged him. The characters from wonderworld approached Freddy.

Balan: Well, my friend, how was your condition when you returned to our Highland Isle?

Freddy: It's all good.

Helpy: Freddy, (Freddy looked at him) here the parents want to arrange the boy's birthday for us. Namely, in Highland Isle.

Freddy: Well, since we have returned from danger, we can all prepare together in honor of victory.

All: Hooray!

In the evening.

After the preparation, all the heroes threw a party for the boy's birthday. They also invited monsters and Mr. Gutteria to have fun with them. Gatteria played dominoes with elderly people, including our elderly heroes.

Mr. Gatteria: And after you went looking for the others, did you break down the walls again?

Bruce: Yeah. (The old people are laughing)

Fire monsters were bowling in competition with kikoriki. When it was Barrd's turn, she won.

Barrd:(Happy) It worked!

Kayna: Well done sister.

Krash: Not bad.

Gregory, Cassie, Leo and Emma were playing table hockey while Gregory and Cassie were being watched by Vanessa, who is already their foster mother. The girls watched it all with a smile until the FNAF 1 animatronics came up, which had already been repaired.

Freddy: I want to say a huge thank you. (To Alina) And I'm sorry again for yelling at you.

Alina: It's okay, Freddy.

Later, the same rock music was heard and Glam-rock animatronics appeared on the stage. Everyone looked at it with a smile and even danced.

Daisy: But this is better than what was happening.

Lula: Yes.

Later, the words of the heroes' motto appear on the stage.

Alina: That's our motto.

Glam-rock Freddy:(Speaks through a microphone) Come on, everyone...

All: Together, stronger, hurray!

Meanwhile, with Puppet.

Puppet was in his box and watched the heroes through the big shard. Later, he decided to turn away and look at the top.

Puppet: They're safe now. We are meeting again, friends...

The End.