#im sorry im just not over jason's death

[catcacophony]

dont you fucking dare imagine jason grace getting to elysium and finding beckendorf and silena and not being able to look at them without them reminding him of leo and piper

[appsa]

Superhero movies are only good when theyre silly and for kids like thats the only time it feels heartfelt 😔

[bruciemilf]

Every time the batkids get into legal trouble (damaged property fighting a villain, entitled old ladies being mad they didn’t get saved first, Damian sueing a classmate for proprietary rights over an OC he drew in class, the ONLY person they want to be represented by is Harvey.

Sure, TEHNICALLY he can’t practice anymore, but this is Gotham, and the law system is made of tangled wires. If you pull the right one, you’re in the clear.

The hardest plaintiff is Jason, by far. Ironically enough, he has the simplest cases.

“Okay, so, HOLD ON— I have to TELL you to get out of the way when Bane throws an ENTIRE truck your way? If you can’t dodge death, it deserves to have you, period.”

“Lady, I’m not going to save your weird ass dog/frog hybrid science experiment , — who BIT me, by the way, — over an entire bank full of PEOPLE.”

“Oh im sorry I forgot to pay for the overpriced 12 dollar latte while RUNNING FROM WILD MANEATING PLANTS. “

Harvey, pouring a violent amount of vodka in his coffee: your honor, my client just needs a nap probably

[redrreign]

another reason to drop this class is that it makes my computer try to kill itself

[jasmines-library]

Hey, I love your Batfam work! Is there any chance you could do a whump/angst one of batsis being kidnapped by a villian(you can choose whoever you want) and she’s tortured for days with it being broadcasted to the Batfam while they try to track the footage. I feel kinda bad but can you do maybe some head trauma md severe burns? Maybe she has to be put in a medically included coma or smth because of the damage? Also is there any way you could include Barb and Duke along w/ the four robins? If not that’s totally cool! Sorry for the long request but I hope you have a great day!!

Anonymous Requested: batfam x batsib reader whos the youngest and newest robin and is just really goofy and doesn’t take anything seriously (ex: them blaring “who’s the (bat)man” on the comms during patrol [that songs stuck in my head i had to mention it]) and something happens, maybe their first close encounter to death or a run in with the joker and they just become a shell of who they were and stuff

Jokes On Me

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Note: My god im so sorry this literally took me forever to write, thank you so much for being patient. I've been trying to write this all week but just couldn't sit down for long enough to finish it.

Warnings: Torture, blood, burns.

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Y/N, turn that shit off.”

Jason grumbled at you over the coms. You had been blasting some wretched song that you’d found on the internet over and over again and it was beginning to drive him mad. 

“Nope.” You said, popping the ‘p’ loudly. 

“Seriously.” Dick deadpanned. He had found it amusing at first, but it was now beginning to test his patience. 

Agitated, you sighed and turned off the music. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” Jason expressed gratefully, turning his eyes back to the road he was patrolling. The night was cool and quiet besides the odd dog walker or couple returning from an evening out. It was one of those nights where patrol would end early and he could return home to take a warm bath and read a book before turning in for the night. Or so he thought. 

You were rounding the corner, humming that tune that was still stuck in your head when his laughter ricocheted across the walls. You stiffened, eyes widening and hands fumbling for your weapon as your breath hitched. No amount of turning and craning your head allowed you to catch a glimpse of the dreaded figure, and you thought for a moment that perhaps it had just been a trick of your mind, or one of your brothers playing a cruel joke on you as payback for winding them up earlier. But then you heard it again, only this time to your left. You clutched your weapon tighter, eyes scanning the area with a new found sense of urgency. 

“Wing…” You whispered into the coms so quietly that you were surprised he heard it.

“What now?” He somewhat snapped. 

“We have a problem.”

Dick’s heart sank through the floor, his ears pricking up and his demeanour changing completely. “Where are you? What’s the matter? He was trying to let his panic show, but you hadn’t been patrolling as a vigilante for very long, and while you were well trained, you lacked the experience to deal with something big on your own. And from your tone of voice, he could tell that you were in some deep shit. 

Jason worked his legs harder to push himself to reach the direction he had seen you head off in. Albeit it seemed even his hardest wasn’t enough.

When he stepped out of the darkness, the first thing you noticed were his eyes. Wide and bright, easily mistakable for a cat’s as they flashed in the darkness; wild. Rabid. As he emerged fully with that infamous twisted grin splayed out on his face, you felt like a cornered animal; a deer in headlights. You froze, unable to move despite how your heart screamed at you to run as it pounded, trying to break free from your ribcage. 

“He’s here…” A mere whisper sliding over your tongue, so fragile that you weren’t even sure if you had actually said it aloud. Jason had heard it. 

“Who?” 

The Joker was circling you now, dragging out his strides in lazy circles. You should have fought but in that moment all of your training had drained out of you, along with the colour in your face. He smirked, leering down upon you as you tried to keep your trembling hand still. He pouted in mockery and at your silence, Jason repeated his question to you, but you never got the chance to respond. 

“Oh…Just an old friend, Jay-bird.”

“Joker.” Urging his body to move faster, Jason grit his teeth. 

Dick paled. “You leave them alone.” Dick spat. It tried to be a command, but the effect was lost somewhere in transmission.

The joker pursed his lips, tilting his head as he analysed. One of his hands had found his way to your jawline and he trailed it with a cold, gloved hand. You wanted to lean away, to run and find your brother but you knew that now he had you in his grasp there was no point in even trying. “And why would I do that? They’re right in front of me. I could just…snatch them up.”

“Don’t you dare!” Dick was frightened now. “Y/N, you stay there as long as you can, okay? You fight. We’re coming, you hear?”

The Joker frowned at you. “D’you hear that? Big brother birdy coming to the rescue. How sweet.”

His grip on you tightened. “Too bad you’ll be long gone by the time they get here.”

With one swift motion, he had thrown you harshly to the side, your head colliding with the wall with a sickening crack. 

The two boys skidded to a halt just a second too late. You were already gone. 

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Your head hurt when you woke up. Your eyes squinted against the sterile light. They did no favours to your pounding headache. With a groan, you tried to twist, to roll over and soothe the crook in your neck but instead all that happened was the jinging of a metal chain. You craned your head and spotted the thick chain that had been wrapped around your wrist, confining you to the chair. Struggling, you tugged on them, trying to free yourself only for them to rattle and scrape against your skin. 

“Yeah, that’s not going anywhere, birdy.” The joker chided.

You glared at him through narrowed eyes, trying to mask the thumping of your heart. The joker grinned wildly at your frightened complexion. 

“It was such a shame that Grayson and Todd didn’t get to you in time, but it was far too easy to catch you, little bird: you completely froze.” He snapped his fingers to emphasise his point. “Didn’t batsy teach you better?”

“Don’t talk about them.” You snapped. 

The joker raised his hands, palms facing toward you in surrender: taunting you as if you were the one with the power in the situation. “Touchy subject I see. Too bad.” 

He gestured above you to an incessantly blinking light. “Smile for the camera, you’re live.”

~

Babs had been monitoring the street cameras when the computer beside her flickered to life. She had been searching for any sign of you ever since Dick and Jason came flying through the grandfather clock. Everyone was on edge. 

The moment the screen flashed on, her eyes perked up to watch it, alarmed. She hadn’t turned it on. And there were very few people who could bypass the caves system. So when she saw a small frame curled up in a chair she knew immediately what was up. 

“Duke…” she called to the dark haired boy who was trying to help decipher your whereabouts. “Go and get B.” 

It did not take long at all for everyone to gather around in the cave. Duke was fast, and everyone dropped what they were doing to race down: even Alfred had taken his leave from his duties to see. 

It was almost like some sick irony because as soon as they were all there, you began to scream. A guttering, perfect scream that cut that through them like a knife: unclean and pinging into them messily again and again. 

The joker had taken a knife to your left thigh, his smile dripping with malice as he watched the camera, somehow knowing that at least one of them would be watching. 

Your face was contorted in pain, twisting in agony as tears rolled flatly down your cheeks from fearful eyes. Damian felt sick, his stomach churning. Jason wanted to leave. But all of them were stuck watching. Barbra was tapping away, trying to locate the signal from the video to no avail. 

“I hope you’re watching this Batsy…” He moved round to trail your face with the edge of the knife. You whimpered. “I’ve got your little bird here and I must say, you need to work on their training. They were far too easy to catch.”

Bruce felt his jaw tightening and Tim had to place a hand on his arm to remind him of his place. 

“Anyway I thought we would play a little game… how long can little y/n survive for. I wonder if it’ll be any longer than our very own Jason Todd.”

Jason twitched. 

“I’m testing you here, Bat. Tick Tock.”

The transmission cut to black. 

~

It seemed hopeless. Even though they had been searching for days, they were no closer to finding you. And to make matters worse, they could see you. Not long after the first transition ended did it start up again. It had been lifestreaming since then, and although they had tried to block it from their minds, it was hard to ignore. Especially when your agonised screams ricocheted throughout the halls. 

You looked like hell. Dark bags occluded under your eyes and there wasn’t an inch of your skin that wasn’t marred or stained with drying blood. The burns were worse. Damian could still hear the scream you let out when the joker first brought the hot poker to your skin. It had bubbled and blistered as the skin peeled away; you had thrashed against your restraints violently. Tim was certain that they were going to get infected if they didn’t reach you soon. 

It felt as if they had searched everywhere. Dick and Jason had even asked around to see if anyone had heard anything, going as far to talk to the Jokers closest associates in Arkham, but even if they did know, nobody said anything. Duke had even gone as far to go back to the area to use his powers to see if he could trace anything, but nothing seemed out of place; they had hit a brick wall. That was…until a small light appeared on the monitor. Babs had managed to trace the signal to a small building on the outskirts of the city. 

They were suited up in minutes, making a beeline for the building. They stormed it, recklessly taking down the Joker's goons before Batman chased wildly after the Joker, his face stony and his fists burning with anger. The other four boys chased down the winding corridors, flinging open the doors until they found one that was locked. Tim wasted no time, picking the lock with ease he peeled it open. His breath hitched when he saw you. 

Your face was gaunt, hanging low by your chest. Your suit was torn and there was less of it on your body than there was ripped away. You looked so fragile as your chest heaved sporadically. 

Jason nearly had to take a step back. This place reminded himself too much of his own encounter with the Joker not too long ago. But he pressed forward, fighting his instincts. He had to be strong. Instead of turning back, he kneeled in front of you, whispering your name. His hand came up to cup your face. You flinched away. 

“It’s okay kid. It’s us.” He tried to reassure you, but you shrank back into yourself. 

“We’re so, so sorry kiddo.” Dick tried placing a gentle hand on your arm before moving to work on the cuffs around your wrists. “We’re going to get you out.”

You said nothing, just continued to stare at the black space before you, and Dami wasn’t sure if you even knew they were in front of you. But when Jason moved away from you to help remove your restraints, your fingers latched onto him and you squeaked in protest. 

He sighed shakily. “Don’t worry kid. I’m not going anywhere.”

Damian twisted from where he was guarding the door. “We need to leave.”

Dick nodded bluntly, finishing with the last of the locks. “I’m going to have to pick you up, okay sweetheart?”

You barely registered what he had said. Everything had grown numb, you nodded anyhow. Moving his arms underneath your legs and slipping one arm behind your back, Jason began to lift you. He nearly recoiled when you cried and whimpered with the way your wounds jostled as he sprinted out of the building to get you back to safety. 

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You were yet to say anything since you came home. You had been back a few days and your wounds were healing up nicely thanks to Alfred’s handywork, but the air was eerily silent around you. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t been communicating with them; you spoke to them with gestures or writing but no one was used to not hearing your voice. The stark contrast between your loud and bustling personality and you now was unsettling. No one wanted to push you too far but the manor was beginning to grow lonely. 

It was one particularly rainy night when you finally spoke.  You were curled up in a large armchair by the window in the library, sinking back into the plush leather as you watched the raindrops race down the glass. Jason had been watching you from afar, contemplating whether to talk to you or not when he walked over. 

“What are you up to?” He asked you, making sure you knew that he was there before he spoke. 

You gestured toward the window,then to the half opened book at your feet and shrugged. 

“I see.” He nodded, taking a seat on the armchair opposite you. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Jason wasn’t much of a talker. He knew more than anyone what you were going through, which was why it was nice just to know that he was willing to sit with you, just so you knew that he was there if you needed him. It made you feel safe. But you also couldn’t help but feel guilty, and frustrated with yourself for being in a place that made him feel as though he had to do that. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. 

Jason had to do a second take. His heart swelled. “What for?”

You sighed. “This. When I saw him…i-i froze. If I had run then this would never have happened.”

“Shh. This isn’t your fault.”

“But-”

“I promise, Kid. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

You nodded, looking away from him. But then you furrowed your brows and turned back to him. “How did you do it? How did you deal with this, Jay? Every time I close my eyes he’s there.”

“I guess I don’t, really. Or sometimes it feels like I don’t. I still get scared sometimes. I still see him in my dreams. But over time it gets easier. I had people around me to help me. And so do you, kid. We’re here. We’ll always be here.”

Jason shifted to brush away a rogue tear and you leaned into his touch and then wrapped your arms tightly around his middle. 

“I’m here. Always. We’ll get through this together.”

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[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

The Joker finds a little kid who looks startlingly like Jason Todd and kidnaps him before hijacking all the tv and radios to broadcast the child tied up and scared.

Joker delighted in the child crying for his daddy to come save him and made biting remarks comparing this to Jason! Robin and Batmans failure to save him.

The window nearby shattered and Joker turned around expecting Batman.

He did not get Batman.

Instead there was an enraged 20 year old Phantom, eyes blazing green as he swiftly beat the Joker to death on air. Luckily his kid (who was likely a clone of Jason) was sobbing so hard that he didn't see anything. Danny blasted the Jokers body, engulfing it in a spectral green fire. He then went over and untied his boy before lifing him up into his arms and comforting him.

Danny made sure to get the heck outta Dodge after that, thinking that the bats were gonna kill him.

Naturally when Red Hood started chasing him via motorcycle Phantom panicked.

Red Hood: Come back, I just wanna talk!

Phantom: Oh, I've heard that one before!

Red Hood: Just listen to me-

*explosion*

Red Hood: Was that a grenade?!

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Phantom: I'm not sorry for killing the Joker. I'm only sorry I didn't make him suffer more!

Red Robin: Uploads an audio file of what Phantom said to batfamily group chat

Red Hood: *replies with "Stop! Im already a lesbian!" meme*

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Just...Jason chasing around a freaking out Danny Phantom and his clone kid trying and failing to ask him out

[aezuria]

Hi! could you do a daughter of hadez! reader x leo valdez headcannons or one shot? Like the reader is really gloomy and Leo is the only one that gets her to smile (like nico and will oops)

*ੈ✎ turn that frown upside down!

content: leo valdez x daughter of hades! reader

╰┈▸ warnings: canon divergent probably, a few cuss words

librarian's annotations: so i was stuck between making that daughter of hades fic with jason angsty or this one, guess which one i did ! (he can never be not tragic im sorry) anyways SO SOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HOPE U LIKE IT

you were not the most joyous person; at least that's what it looked like to other people.

like, did anyone ever see you smile?

(probably nico, but that's about it)

well, leo valdez took that as a challenge

a pretty girl like you with a perpetual frown on her face? he'd turn that frown upside down!

(or so he hoped)

you picked at your food, sitting alone at the hades table once again; nico sneaking off to who knows where doing gods know what

leo took his chance and approached you, not caring about the assigned seating rule

i mean, he couldn't just let you sit there all alone!

"hey there," leo slid onto the bench in front of you, his elbow on the desk as he tried to act all suave.

who is this bumbling fool? you looked up from your food, an ever present glare in your eyes.

yikes, leo thought, laughing awkwardly. "you looked a little lonely, so i wanted to keep you company. is that alright?"

normally (as normal for an abnormal situation like this) you'd tell them to go fuck right off. but maybe you were in a miss-your-brother mood, or maybe you were just hungry and not thinking straight.

regardless, you gave him a shrug and took a bite out of your food. that wasn't a complete no.

scandalous gasps echoed through the pavilion. leo had already gotten their attention when he broke the rule, but you letting him stay? now that was absolutely unbelievable!

you turned your sharp gaze around the hall, wondering what the sudden rise in chatter was about. (they all took it as a sign to shut up because no one wanted to see the daughter of death mad)

your unbothered ass kept on eating because it was hitting especially hard today like-

"so..." leo trailed off, fingers tapping against the table as he tried to come up with something quickly. "who's your godly parent? mine's hephaestus, i found that out like, yesterday."

"hades," you answered shortly. you thought it would be obvious with your whole vibe, but maybe to a newcomer it wasn't. and you were a bit glad it wasn't, because no one bothered to talk to you once they found out.

"oh! yeah that should've been obvious, huh?" leo laughed sheepishly.

you nodded, the mostly one-sided conversation extending for a painstakingly long time.

"y/n!" leo waved eagerly once he caught sight of you leaving your cabin.

you startled, about to look over your shoulder to see who he was waving at as if he didn't just yell out your name. you put up your hand in a weak attempt at saying hello. you were about to go and start walking again when he ran towards you calling, "wait!"

you stopped short and turned back around to see him sprinting towards you. (guess all that running away was good for something)

he put his hands on his knees dramatically and gasped for breath. (maybe not?) leo straightened up, a bright grin on his face. "where are ya going? can i come with?"

you were off to go brood in the woods or something; not much of a two-person job. but for some reason, you couldn’t say no to his cheerful smile.

”sure.” you turned and went to walking again.

he scampered after you excitedly. “great! so what are we doing? do you wanna see this cool bunker i found? look at this bracelet i made! do you want it? i can make another so we match!”

you were a little overwhelmed with the amount of topic changes that happened in a matter of seconds. it was like a conversation with him made up for all the social interaction you deprived yourself of. it was quite endearing, if you were being honest. (maybe you didn't want to be all mysterious and nonchalant anymore! was that so bad?)

principle was principle after all.

"we can go to your bunker if you want," you said after he finally gave you a chance to speak. it's not like what you were about to do was any more interesting.

you didn't know how it was possible, but he smiled even wider. "really!? great! it's this way!" he took your hand and ran in the direction he pointed.

(and if your heart skipped a beat as he did so? well, that was for your information only)

"you like?" leo swung the door open and swooped an arm out proudly. "i'm still cleaning it up so it's a little messy, but there's so much cool stuff here! i don't know why nyssa didn't tell me about this. also! look at this dragon i found! his name's festus!"

he ran over to an astoundingly large bronze dragon. to say you were impressed would be an understatement.

"whoa."

"i know right!?"

"why do you always have a frown on your face?" leo asked one day. his hands itching to tug the corners of your mouth upward.

what? "i'm not frowning. this is my normal face." your face knitted in confusion.

he blew out a sigh, shaking his head in response. "seriously?"

"why would i be joking?" you deadpanned. but maybe that was also your normal voice.

"so like, everyone thinks you're mad at them when you're really just looking at them?"

"wait, people think i'm mad at them?"

"..."

"leo?"

"..obviously, i was not about to just sit there and take that, like it would so not fit my super cool, super funny, super hot and manly vibe-" he cut himself off once he heard a giggle to his right. he looked over to see you, a soft smile on your face.

he thinks he could've died a happy man right then and there. did he, leonidas valdez, just manage to make you smile? and not just that, but laugh? his life goal was complete. zeus could strike him down right there and he'd welcome elysium with open arms.

but of course, he just had to play it cool and not act like he was totally head over heels.

"did i hear a laugh from you?" leo smirked and nudged your shoulder. "y/n, do you think i'm funny? i mean, who wouldn't, right? i'm just hilarious!" he teased.

"shut up," you hid your smile behind your hand as you tried to wipe it off.

"aww!" leo drew you in for a hug, completely forgetting his "play it cool" attitude. he felt you stiffen in his arms, and he immediately let go and scooted back. "i'm so sorry! i don't know why i did that! did i make you uncomfortable? sorry!"

seeing his flustered expression brought yet another smile to your face. (or maybe it was just him in general) "i was just surprised. i liked it, leo."

fuck. if he looked at your precious face a second longer, he'd have to confess his undying love for you right then and there. and there was a lot he had to say.

but actions did speak louder than words. "can i kiss you?"

"yeah."

gods be damned, that boy could kiss.

[wixenburr]

Saw some ppl talking about Reverse Robins and i had thoughts

Talking abt u guys @eldritchdreamss @brucewaynehater101

Why kill Tim when you could kill baby Jason? What I want is for all of them to keep their own backstories and personalities (Developed in line with the story of course) So ofc i had to write a 1,000 word brainrot abt it.

(Also i'll only be going over the main 4 batbros for now i will add more later but these guys are the ones im most passionate about so here we go)

Damian

Let Damian come in, desperate to be of use and be worthy of his father, only for a softer, less jaded bruce (since jason hasnt died yet) to help him open up his heart and let him act as a kid. With no competition for so long, I imagine he and Bruce get along very well while he works with him. Yeah, they need to work on the no killing deal and Damian's... i guess impulse control? But i think it would be easier with very intensely focused reparenting; no distractions of other kids you know? No favoring or anything.

I see Damian growing up as a stoic, jaded adult. He's had a rough life. Maybe he sticks with the vigilante business. but I really love headcanons where he gets out of it, and focuses on something calmer, like his art. (I do appreciate and love the veterinarian Damian AUs, but im going for FULL calmness, you know? And doctor/vet work is Not calm lol)

So yeah, maybe he grows a real passion for heroism, maybe he doesn't? Maybe he goes on to be an artist and that's just what he does. Bro is ready to settle down as a scarred, veteran trophy husband and i adore him for that.

(Sorry lol i just love Damian and i love the idea of him growing out of both of his parent's legacies. Let him live his own life!!! He fights so so hard for at least 15 years. ALL 15 years of his life. He deserves to have some peace.)

Tim

Tim i think would need a much different story to join the Batfam. He still starts out as a stalker who follows batman and. . . . . . . Redimar (meaning Redemption iykyk (I just spend 17min researching names rip)) at night, takes photos, etc... Since Damian doesn't die, maybe he finds Tim? and like, tim is like 11 and Damian is 17 or 18. He's started going out as Redimar less and less, not that B really minds? In fact hes probably happy for his son so...

But then Damian finds Tim, and now he has to keep going out because he can't let this kid get himself killed like this. He would hold himself accountable since hes the only reason Tim keeps going out so much- also i imagine Tim follows Redimar more than Batman.

Cue a classic Tim Joining The Batfam plotline. They get to know each other better, get a grasp on Tim's situation, Damian finally introduces Tim to Bruce... (Probably something like Dami: "Father, this is my new brother. Timothy, say hello to Father," Tim: "Hello, Father," Dami: "Perfect." Bruce: "*falls off the batchair*)

Anyway, so, Tim ends up kinda just merging with the Waynes. They start training him, its all good and nice, and Tim makes his own little hero team unlike Damian, which is actually pretty interesting here; its Tim who made the first young hero team. Damian only ever had Jon (Superboy 1 in this!!) and he finds Young Just Us and becomes a great leader and its all fine and dandy.

Tim and Damian get along well. Damian is the sage older brother whos kinda distant, but only because he has such high emotional walls (but secretly a softy). He is very much like Bruce- nope, nevermind, hes definitely worse than Bruce in this AU, since Bruce is depicted as being much more agreeable before Jason's death, you know? So yeah, Damian is the emotionally constipated bitch in the fam and we love him for that. But hey!! Tim does manage to get through his walls! And Bruce does sometimes too!! (Tho i imagine Bruce and Damian's relationship to be very.. idk let me try to expalain. Dami: "Father." Bruce: "Son :)" Dami: "Tt." Bruce: *nods* "Hrn." Dami: "Hmph." Bruce: "Hm.") DO U PICK UP WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN--- lmfao. They hardly need words.

Tim ends up growing up very very capable. Once his parents die, he gets a little jaded, but hes still Tim. He and Damian become kind of an... ice prince duo? If you get what I mean. But Tim is the one whos actually the ice prince, Damian is secretly a HUGE softie. He is Delicate and Tim protects him lmfao.

Jason

Jason comes along like he does in canon. Has the same backstory. Tries to steal the Batmobile's wheels. Tim is sleeping over at Damian's flat for the night, so its just Bruce. They bond. Shit happens. Jason joins the fam.

I don't imagine them not getting along, but they don't immediately hit it off either. Jason is wary of all of them for a time, but he ends up warming up to Damian pretty fast after realizing what a softie he is. He pokes fun at Damian and Damian just freaking takes it lmao. Hes an adult he cannot be disturbed. Bro has seen too much and he finds Jason adorable. (Dami: "You were never this cute, Timothy." <- he is lying. Tim: *offended* "What the fu- flip!?" Jason: "Lmao Tim just say fuck." Dami: *deadpan stare* Tim: "JASON NO DONT SAY THE FUCK WORD-") ahem.

anywho and then Jason dies rip skill issue ratio.

The whole batfam is heartbroken. Genuinely shattered. Jason was a light in their lives. Not that they were WITHOUT any light, but Jason was the epitome of a sunshine child.

It's been too long since Damian has killed someone. Bro's god oodles and oodles of trauma. He can't bring himself to kill the Joker.

but Tim can.

It's a whole dramatic thing; Damian feels awful that he made his- now only- little brother kill. Bruce is hella upset but feels responsible for not seeing how badly both of his kids were handling the death of their brother. Tim goes a little off the deep end.

Things turn out.... okay. sort of. but not really. Tim changes his hero name to Red Cardinal. He feels pretty lost. Maybe he stumbles into Ra's al Ghul or smthn idk maybe smthn happens there perhaps. Maybe Damian has to put on Redimar again and rescue him? But its less of a rescue and more of a "Stop joining the dark side Tim jesus christ-" (and it does work).

They go home. Tim gets a boyfriend or two. Damian falls into his art. Bruce is throwing himself into work. They're all kind of a mess, but they keep moving.

and then

Dick

(lmao that sounded wrong)

ahem; and then the circus comes to town. The batfam- well, Tim, Damian, and Bruce- all decide to get together to do something fun. Take the opportunities given, yk? So they go to the circus together.

Wham bam rip the falling Flying Graysons.

They see Dick, breaking apart, and they know they have to do something. Bruce is the first to move. Then Tim. Damian is the last.

It's pretty quick getting Dick home, since Bruce is already a foster parent cuz of Tim yk. So Dick doesn't have to suffer in Juvie at all really. But that doesn't change the fact that he is ANGRY.

Dick is SO angry. he wants to kill the person who murdered his parents. He knows what he saw.

The fam of course do their best to investigate. Mostly Tim, who feels unworthy of being around an innocent little kid after his whole.... villain era, i suppose lol. (ofc Dick thinks Tim doesnt like him lol misunderstanding arc GO)

The whole "Dick accepts that justice is better than murder kinda maybe FOR NOW" storyline happens, and Dick becomes the conniving, bright, little Robin we all know and love. (Thinking of the Young Justice Cartoon Robin (but not the characters- just Dick's character) aaaand

Womp womp GUESS WHOS BACK

Jason's Back

but i'll leave that for later.

[jchampionsgf]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where it's Ethan and Reader rehearsing for Heathers and their doing the song "Dead Girl Walking". Please and Thank you🫶

🎧ྀི DEAD GIRL WALKING ethan landry

warnings: dry humping, making out, no smut just plot. lmk if i missed anything 1092 words

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IT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE the opening night for "heathers" a musical you were participating it. ever since you got the role of veronica you've been thrilled, having the lead role was a pretty big deal to you but for ethan who got the role of jd?? he was not only thrilled but euphoric, he was acting out with the girl of his dreams. everyone had already left and it was late but you were re reading anxiously your script rehearsing every line in the rehearsing room. "The demon queen of high school has decreed it She says Monday, 8 a.m., I will be deleted" you sang quietly looking at your script "hey" ethan said scaring you "hey, you scared me, what are you doing here?" stalking you of course, pathetic. "i was gonna rehearse but ill give you some space" he sighed walking out

"stay with me please?" you grabbed his wrist and pouted. you two decided to rehearse your scenes together and after "freeze your brain" you two decided to get some water "okay, what's the next one?" he said "it looks like its dead girl walking" you said looking at the script, ethan's eyes widened. it was weird but you two never actually rehearsed that song together, the teacher would always do your parts separetely so that you could "focus on your movements". "lets start from the part were veronica goes into jason's room" he layed down on the floor preparing for what was about to happen "got no time to knock im a dead girl walking" you sang quietly "wha-veronica what are you doing in my room?" he said standing up, a smirk planted on his face

"shhhh" you gave the smirk back "sorry but i really had to wake you, see i decided i must ride you till i break you" You gazed at him with wide, innocent doe eyes "cause heather says i gots to go, your my last meal on death row" he raised his eyebrows "shut your mouth and loose them tighty-whities" you approached him very closely "come on" you opened your blouse "tonight im yours im your dead girl walking" he put his hands around your waist "get on all fours" you sang as you commanded him to lower down, he landed on his knees "kiss this dead girl walking" now you looked directly into his soul "lets go you know the drill" his hands travelled up your skirt resulting in a chuckle from you "im hot and pissed and on the pill" you rolled your eyes "bow down to the will of a dead girl walking" your doe eyes hipnotyzed him "and you know you know you know, its cause your beautiful" you got on your kness facing him, he was so tall that he was still towering over you "you say your numb inside, but i cant agree so the world's unfair, keep it locked out there, in here its beautiful" you took off your blouse completely "lets make this beautiful" you whispered closely now feeling his breath on your skin "that works for me" he said with a smirk. he grabbed your face and kissed you heatedly "your not acting anymore, are you?" you said in between breaths and kisses "i never did" he said pulling you to straddle his lap, you took off his shirt, and gasped at his naked abs, you kissed him more and more trough his body

"full steam ahead, take this dead girl walking" you sang in between kisses "how'd you find my address?" ethan said "lets break the bed, rock this dead girl walking" you said, smiling "i think you tore my mattress" ethan said, kissing you once more "no sleep tonight for you, better chug that mountain dew" you sang as you rolled your eyes "okay, okay" you two breathed heavely.

"get your ass in gear, make this whole town disapear" you nodded "slap me" he slapped your ass "pull my hair" your chuckled at his unexpected and unscripted action,

"touch me there andthere and there" he got a hold of your breasts and opened your shirt revealing your bra "and no more talking" you put your finger on his lips "love this dead girl walking" you started to hump on top of him, he moaned at the sight and started to kiss you more and more, you sped up your movements.

a/n- i watched heathers for the first time for this 😭😭

- @jchampionsgf on tumblr

[sheluvslani]

Not What It Looks Like Pt. 1

Request: Omg Lani, I’m so fucking high rn and I gots an idea. What about a ghostface Amber fic where she breaks into r’s house as ghostface. I kinda want it to be like in scream 1996 with Tatum where r goes: “don’t kill me Mr ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.” But like ghostface/amber spares them for s*x in return. And then r finds out it’s Amber bc of the way ghostface is fucking them. ITS A LOT, I KNOW BUT I FEEL LIKE IM COOKING UP SOMETHING HERE- (anyway, I love your work ;3, keep doing yo shi bsf)

Pairing: Ghostface!Amber x fem!reader

Summary: Ghostface breaks into r’s apartment, fearing for her life, r would do anything to survive.

Warning: Ghostface, breaking in, red text color is ghostface talking, set in scream 5 but with certain characters added from scream 6🤓

A/n: okay Walter white, I see you cooking up something other than that weed :3 I love this request tho, istg I gotta get high more often to create ideas this good LMAO! No but seriously, this sounds amazing and thank you for asking me to write this! (Plus, I find it funny that you censored sex)

You were at your friend Tara’s dorm with the rest of your friend group, playing uno and getting drunk. You were sat down between Tara and your girlfriend Amber. She rested her hand on your thigh as she watched the game, sipping on her beer. 

“Uno!” You raised your hands in the air as a sign in victory, the rest of the group groaning and slamming their cards down onto the wooden dining table.

As you cheered and gloated in front of everyone’s face, the news on the TV started blaring, the siren blaring in your ears.

“Breaking News: Blackmore University film student by the name of Jason Carvey was found brutally stabbed in his dorm. The mutilated body of his roommate, Gary Bruckner, has been found crammed inside the fridge. A bloody Ghostface mask was found on the scene, police ran a DNA test and concluded that the mask belonged to Billy Loomis,”

“The infamous Ghostface of Woodsboro,” You and the group finished the sentence in unison. After the Woodsboro attack, the group moved to New York to live a “normal life”

But it looks like the plans gone to shit.

Amber reached over for the remote and shut the TV off. When you looked at her, her expression was stone cold, her jaw clenched as she stared at the blank screen. You originally thought it was from shock, but there was something in the way her lips pursed too hard that made it seem odd.

“It’s probably not even Ghostface this time, just some random looking for a thrill.” Mindy said as she got up to grab another beer.

“I’m sorry, Catherine Obvious, but have you been here for the past year?” Chad waved his hand in front of Mindy’s face when she sat down. “It’s obviously him… they followed us.” He leaned back his chair, drumming his fingers on his arm.

The room was silent for a moment, everyone taking in the information that no one wanted to hear.

“We need to go.” Sam stared down in the middle of the table, her eyes burning holes into the colorful Uno cards. 

“Psh, Sam, it’ll be fine. Don’t be dramatic.” Amber smirked as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, her attitude completely different than what it was 10 seconds ago.

Sam threw a death-glance at Amber, about to cuss her out before Anika spoke up, 

“Yeah, I think we’ll be fine. If anything, we have cute boy across the street to help us.” Anika smirked as Sam’s face grew a bright red, muttering something under her breath before beelining to her room.

“Well. I say we call it a night.” Chad said as he stretched his arms over his head.

Everyone agreed and collected their belongings while Mindy was (rightfully) the one to help clean up everything.

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Amber had her arm wrapped around your waist as she walked you back to your dorm. When you arrived, Amber softly kissed your cheek as her other hand traveled up your shoulder, her fingers digging into your skin.

“Be safe, y/n. I can’t handle another one of Sam’s hour-long speeches about sticking together.”

You softly chuckled as she swept a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll try. But if anything happens, I’ll call you. Goodnight, Amber.” You softly squeezed her arm before letting go, entering your dorm as you blew her a kiss.

You locked the door behind you, placing your phone and keys on the entryway table. You stretched your arms above your head, your muscles tense from the game and a pounding headache from the news and the amount of alcohol in your system. 

You walked into your bedroom, taking off your shoes before grabbing a pair of pajamas and heading to the bathroom, your steps slow and relaxed.

The hot water of the shower rained down on you, your muscles relaxing from the aroma of the lavender bodywash that Amber bought for you. The soap suds ran down your curves, collecting at the foot of the shower before being washed away.

When you finished and wrapped yourself in a towel, you walked to the sink to brush your teeth. The spearmint toothpaste lingered in your mouth before being replaced with the strong taste of the cool mint mouthwash you spat out into the sink.

You put in a black bra and a pair of black panties before grabbing your pajamas. The blue cotton antic stuck to your damp body as you pulled the shirt over your head and stepped into the matching pants.

You threw your dirty clothes into the weaven laundry hamper, the bin rocking against the wall for a split second. 

You sat down in front of your vanity, grabbing your brush and running it through the knots in your hair. The brush caught on one particularly big knot in your hair. As you struggled to brush it out, the landline that was sitting on your bedside table started ringing.

“Unknown Number”

The words flashed on the tiny screen as the ringing filled the room.

 Once you brushed out the tangle, you reached over to press the “accept” button on the landline.

“Hello? Y/n speaking. ” You called out as you ran a hand through your hair.

“Hello? Is Maria there?” The voice on the other line was adenoidal and croaky.

Maria was your roommate who was currently out of town, visiting her parents.

“No, she’s not available. Might I ask who this is?”

“I’m Joey. I’m in her trig class” The caller cleared their throat.

“Oh yeah? Joey from trigonometry. How come I’ve never heard of you, Joey from trigonometry?” You smirked as you teased the poor person on the other line.

“You sound exactly like how she describes you.”

“She talks about me?

“I don’t think I can really talk about that.”

“What does she say about me?”

“She says that you’re creative. You love reading and TV and movies.”

“Lots of people love movies.”

“Yeah, but she says you love scary movies and that you guys have that in common.”

“She told me the other day, she wonders…” The voice trailed off for a moment before continuing.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Your ear perked up as you faced the landline, the bright green color of the screen stared at you, blinking the numbers over and over again.

“Well, I really liked “X”. It’s great representation of the psycho-biddy genre.”

“Sounds kinda boring to me. Have you ever seen Stab?”

“Once, i think. At a sleepover when I was, like, 12.”

“You lived in Woodsboro when you were a kid and you don’t know Stab?”

Now that, caught your attention. No one exceopt for the rest of the group knew you were from Woodsboro. You picked up the phone, pulling it to your ear as you made your way back into the living room to grab your cell.

“How’d you know I lived in Woodsboro?”

The voice on the other line was replaced by heavy breathing and the sound of rummaging.

“This isn’t fucking funny, Amber.”

“I told you, this isn’t Amber. But you’re looking particularly fetching tonight. Those blue pajamas really fit you.”

“What do you want?” You grabbed your phone and pulled up the dial button, as you pressed in the 9 and 1, the voice boomed again.

“Stop right there, y/n. You call the cops, you die. You hang up the phone, you die. It’s not hard getting into your dorm. Especially when you leave your window unlocked.”

That’s when you felt the slight breeze behind you. As you turned around, you saw that the living room window was wide open, the wind flowing with the curtains.

You bolted to the window, slamming it shut and locking it. You ran into your room, locking the door behind you.

The voice came on the landline again, “Come on, y/n… Don’t be shy, come and find me…”

You searched every nook and cranny in your room, carefully making sure there was no sign of Ghostface here.

When you searched under your bed, you found a bloody Ghostface mask, more blood stuck to your hands the longer you held it… it was easy to recognize this one too…

Mickey Alteri

The 2nd Ghostface

“What the fu-,” was all you could manage to get out before you heard the doors of your closet adjacent to the bed, crashing open. A black-robed figure sprinting at you was the last thing you saw before being tackled to the ground by Ghostface. A knife was pressed against your throat from the person above you, the voice changer crackled with every heavy breath.

“Surprise, y/n.”

[incorrect-riordanverse]

Riordanverse Characters as quotes by people i know have said

dedicated to @lord-of-pterodactyls, i know you asked for friends in particular but i’m broadening it as even people i consider my nemeses (old ass philosophy teacher) are funny

Percy: i truly feel as if nothing will ever incapsulate my being as truly as the singing monsters water wubbox

Annabeth: *screaming from adjoining room* GET LOST APPLE MUSIC PRIVACY

Piper: *in bikini* i don’t like people with big boobs

Jason: *trying to compliment piper* your hair looks like dementia

Leo: *emerging from the stinky depths of his room after being in there for 16 hours straight and no showers with clothes from 5 days ago, red scabs all over his body and lips so dry it looks like a snake shedding its old skin by how crusty it is* guys on a scale from 1 to 10 how sexy do i look rn?

Hazel: *yeets her foot out and jiggles her toes menacingly at people she dislikes as an intimidation tactic because her toes are particularly hideous*

Frank: *after literally being targeted by a racial ‘joke’* worse than that, you white people eat spam

Grover: *pats air purifier* a good trusted friend

Nico: *drifts into hazel’s room* bro i ain’t even gonna lie, the holidays are better than the black plague *leaves room before she can question him further*

Reyna: *sleeptalking* stallion le meghan

Rachel: *pretending her coloured markers are vapes*

Thalia: *pointing at luke* my bro be the victim and the perpetrator

Tyson: *when talking about doing math* all i have are my fingers and a dream

Clarisse: *sees a sick person in bed* you’re looking pretty vulnerable *proceeds to ransack their room and steal their sheets like some gremlin*

Octavian: i am THE riddler *speaks in riddler voice and puts on devious little expression* what is... a curtain?

Will: *sees a dying person and looks pointedly at nico* and thats because they didnt take their cenovis vitamin c

Luke: i am constantly one snap away from either committing homicide or suicide

Apollo: *feeling face after new skincare routine* gosh my face feels as soft as a silicone tit

Meg: *pointing at apollo after redemption arc* YOU WON’T GO TO HEAVEN BECAUSE YOU ARE A COMMUNIST!

Magnus: *eating falafel* this is an orgasmic experience

Samirah: *substituting random words in english for arabic and not realising no one understands what she’s saying*

Alex: *laughing at the death threats she gets online after posting a meme about BTS in the military*

Blitz: *does something naughty* omg sorry im such a libra（＾ν＾）

Hearth: *walks into room* god is dead.

Carter: *walking into sadie’s room visibly upset with a box of cadbury favourites* here take them. if you don’t im going to eat them all. please, dont make me do this

Sadie: take a shit and be late to school or dont take the shit and be on time hell loop

Zia: my top artist on spotify this year will be xi jinping’s wife

Walt: *simply, appreciatively and completely without context* yeah, buddha is a pretty amazing guy

Anubis: i dislike being emo because i can only go as death note characters for halloween

Bast: *absolutely entranced by watching love island uk and is just repeating everything any person says back in a treacherous essex accent*

Bes: *walking into classroom full of young teens with an oversized ‘free james assange’ shirt* today i am a nice, trendy leftist. tomorrow, who knows?

[franollie]

Random but i've noticed a lack of anti J*ysteph posts when i looked for them and iydm i want your opinions on why you hate it too /nf

of course! a lot of my issues with it come from it being almost entirely comes from fanon and a lot of inaccuracies in terms of characterization especially on steph’s behalf.

my biggest gripe is that it just doesn’t make sense? the characters that steph is closest to are tim and cass. both of whom would HATE jason so why on earth would steph like him? especially considering jason would have attacked tim at titans tower. like im sorry but steph would hold a grudge against that man for forever

also, every one likes to bring up the so called “parallels” that steph and jason would bond over so lets break them down:

1. They can bond because they both died

This argument pisses me off the most because while jason’s death was memorialized and haunting steph’s was an attempt to get rid of her. and then you also have to address the fact that steph’s death got retconned so…no they can’t bond over dying…because technically steph never died. that being said, she was believed to be dead. so she would be exposed to the difference between how bruce treated her “death” vs how he treated jasons and just from that i think she’d dislike jason

2. they’re both “angry” robins

look im too tired to get into the problem with simplifying a character to one trait or facet of their personality so can we just agree that this one is bullshit? yeah? perfect!

3. grew up in similar homes

nope! jason (from what i’ve read) actually did grow up poor! his father was forced to get involved in crime to provide for his family. we know his home life was rough.

steph didn’t really grow up poor. she by no means grew up rich or even middle class but she lived in the suburbs. she lived semi-comfortably. her father became cluemaster for selfish and bitter reasons, and at the time of steph becoming spoiler, crystal would have been a drug addict (this is not a safe space for crystal brown slander btw). so yeah her childhood home was by no means a happy place either but it is significantly different from jason’s

all in all it just pisses me off when people change aspects of steph’s character and story just so that they can make up things for her to bond with their favorite batboy over, and i hate when people take parts of steph’s story and give them to jason instead of just interacting with steph even more.

[nothing-personal-posts]

"I'm The Crazy One?" (Batfam x Batsis) pt 1

Summary: You got hit with fear gas. But something isn't right. And it takes your family a while to relize it might be too late.

CW: Death, mental health issues, hallucinations, violence, mention of blood, guns, angst ect.

You don't usually go onto the field, you help Barbra most of the times. You can fight, no doubt about it. But Bruce knows you have a past about you comitting violence, so he never calls you for help on the field.

But one mission, you needed to be with them. Bruce didn't call you to come, even if they needed your help, he didn't want to put you in a uncomfortable position like that.

You knew he would do that, so you rolled in without notice. Good thing you did, because Tim and Steph looked like they were having a hard time.

So you helped get the goons off their backs

"Y/n? What are you doing here!" Steph looked at you in the suite you had on. She almost forgot how you looked in your suite.

"Heard you guys were having a hard time. Thought I could drop in." You played with the blade in your hand.

"Batman isn't going to be happy with this." Tim mumbled. You frown and throw the knife past Tim, knocking out a goon in the process.

"I don't expect him too"

The mission had ended, Batman scolded you but thanked you for the help. Right before you all were leave, you were hit with fear gas.

When you came to, it had been 3 days for everyone else. When the fear gas took over your mind, you had injured Tim and Duke through your hallucinations. You felt horrbile about it.

But Bruce and the others were there to reassure you, it was not your fault.

It took awhile for you to get back on your feet, but everyone was there to support you. You acted weird a lot, but they assumed it was due to side effects from the gas. Like, when you would space out, be out in the manor at late hours when you should have been in bed. Just wondering, and forgetting what time you were in.

Dick was searching for you, wanting to know if you wanted to it some sweets Cass bought. He asked Alfred where you were, and claimed that you might be in either the library or the screen room. Dick checked both locations and couldn't find you. So he decided to go for your room. But on his way, he passes Damian's room. The door wide open, and you in the middle.

"Why would you say that. . . .? I would never let anything happen to you. I promise." You were talking, but to who? Damian was in the batcave training with Jason.

Dick spoke your name. You snapped out of whatever trance you were in and turned to look at Dick. You then looked around the room in confusion. Dick aproched you slowly

"Y/n. . .look at me." Dick held you by your shoulders. You looked at Dick with teary eyes.

"I. . . where is Damian?" You question. "He's with Bruce"

Dick's reply had you give out a shaky sigh of relief. "I-Im sorry." You chuckled "I've been out of it, so know. Just havn't gotten enough sleep."

Dick frowns and held your arm "Come on, let's get you to bed now. Alright?" He said with a small smile. You agree and have him lead you to bed.

Your behavior had gotten. . .worse? Worse was not the words for it at the moment.

Bruce was deep in sleep, woken up by Alfred.

"Master Bruce. There is a problem down in foyor."

Bruce groans as he sat up from his bed "What is it?"

"It is Miss Y/n." Alfred replied.

Bruce sighed " Sleep walking again?" Bruce began to walk with Alfred down the hall.

"Yes."

Once the two got down to the foyor, they see you walking against the door repeatedly.

The words "I did it" coming from your mouth in a small whisper.

"Alright, let's get you back to bed." Bruce grabbed you by your shoulder. You were quick to suprise Bruce by gripping the wrist to the hand he had on you.

Your eyes were open, a look of desperation in those eyes "I did it! I did- I did it. . ." You spoke breathlessly, cold sweat on you as if you had awoken from a nightmare.

Bruce frowns and glances a look of concern to Alfred, who shared the same look of worry.

Your eyes closed once more, your head layed on the older mans chest. Bruce sighed and picked you up as you mumbled words to him.

"I'm sorry daddy. . .im sorry" Those words came out almost as a whine. Bruce's grip tightend as he walked up the stairs, "It's alright. . . your alright." Bruce avoided your room and took you to his own. And watched you sleep. Already taking note to look deeper into the fear gas you were hit with.

Tim and Barbra got to researching whilst Jason and Cass helped Bruce and Damian seek out information about that fear gas.

It was late into the night, Duke had watched over you the whole day. He was worried himself of what was going on with you. Alfred helped him escort you whereever you wanted to go.

Now, the boy layed in bed. Dreading his upcoming exams.

He then was awoken by something weighing on him. When he opend his eyes. There he saw you, on top of him, eyes closed shut with a screw driver against his throat.

He panicked, his hand wondered to his nightstand where a batarang was. His hand hovered over it, then looked back at you.

Shaking as you whispered words he didn't understand.

He then used one hand to take ahold of your arm, and shake you gently. Saying your name, hoping you would snap out of it.

And when you did. You just stared at the boy. Confusion as to why you were there.

"Y/n, what the hell!" Duke scooted away from you. You dropped the screw driver. Your mind still seemed far away before you looked at Duke, and smiled.

"Duke. . .hi."

"Y/n, what's going on." Duke wasn't the serious type. So seeing him so stern, worried you. Because you didn't see what was wrong. Refused to see what was wrong.

"I don't, know what your say?" You truly looked confused. But your eyes. . . your eyes looked crazed.

It scared him.

"You held a screw driver, to my throat." Duke held his throat. You gave him a look, and shook your head. "No I didn't" you let out a small chuckle.

"Yes, you did! Y/n--"

"No! No I didn't. I wouldn't do that--" Y/n cupped Duke's face. Tears threatening to fall, shaking her head "I wouldn't do that! Id never hurt you I promise!"

Duke held you firmly by your arms. "Y/n look at me."

You stopped talking and stared into the boys eyes. And he saw it, you need help.

Bruce decided that you needed time alone. So you agreed to go to a place Damian was sent to a while ago.

There, you were taken in by the monks. Meditate for as long as needed. Tale the time you need to rid yourself of whatever thoughts that spoiled you.

You were gone for a good month. That was until you received a letter. Saying you were needed back at Gotham. You didn't think to much of it, so you left. And head back to Gotham.

Joker, was a cruel man. When that cruel cought sight of you for the first time. His plans, began.

Joining with a lowly gang to cause enough trouble to force you out and help. And making a fear gas that would drive you insane. That was all him.

And bringing you back to Gotham. . .that was him.

And you fell for it. He has you now, tied up to an operation table. He used a special something he used on Jason way back them, on you.

He put you in a robin suit. Painted a mask over your eyes, spread listick on your lips to form a big smile.

Now before he could present you to dear old bats. He wanted you to do something that will brake you.

You woke up and felt pain all over your body. The floor, you were laying on the floor. That's what you could tell. It was cold and hard.

Your vision was still blurred, even when you sat up. You could feel something on the ground. It was wet. Was it water?

You started to see more clearly. And thats when you realized, that it wasn't water. It was blood

You stared at your hands, the blood. There was so much of it. It was on your cloths too! Wait. . .why are you wearing a robin suit. . .

Your eyes began to wonder further apart from yourself. That's when your heart dropped to your stomach.

"No. . ."

You crawled to a the body in front of you.

"No no no no no no. Wake up! Please!"

You held the body. Tears already falling from your eyes. It was a friend from school. A good friend who you cared for.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Your head whiped to the direction of where the voice came. And there, you saw Joker.

"Joker! You bastred what did you do!" You shouted in anger. The man paused and dramaticly had his hands on his chest

"Me? Oh, that wasn't me. The one who did that. Who made this art. . .was you." The Joker gave his sickly smile. You shook your head.

"No. . .I would never--"

You looked down to your friend. Something had finally come to you. It was, daja vu

"Has it come to you now? Have you relized it." Joker chuckled and walked around you in cricals.

"No. . ." You whispered. Everything was coming back. The things you feared, were forcing it's way back into your mind.

"Those nightmares you would have. . .those hallucinations. Fearing of hurting the ones close to you in the worst ways possible. It's all true!" The Joker couldn't help but laugh at your face. The way you looked when you took in his words.

The look of utter terror and dispare in your eyes was hilarious to him. And he can't wait for the bats to have that same look.

The Joker left you in the room.

You held your dear friends body. Rocking back and forth as you repeted the words "I didn't do it"

Over and over again.

It must be true then. . .all those hallucinations you had, the nightmares of hurting everyone, one by one. It was the future?

You were going to hurt them. Just like you hurt your dear friend that layed lifeless in your arms. Telling from the defense marks she had, along with the scratches you had on your neck and arms.

Your friend tried to fight you back. But failed. Even with this knowledge. You still refused to believe it was you that had done this.

Bruce along with the others stared at you in horror. Under Joker's control again.

Blood still on your little Robin costum. Your painted mask was ruined by the tears you had shed earlier.

"No. . ."

"Oh my God."

". . . ."

Everyone wanted to go in and save you. But Joker stood by your side, he gave the group a sadistic smile.

"Look! It's your Daddy!" The Joker chuckled out. Meaning those words twards Batman himself.

"Come on sweetie. Say Daddy. Go on, say it."

You giggled with a dazed smile and held up the gun you had, pointing to Batman.

"Daddy. . .hehehe, Daddy~" Your movements were sloppy, like a drunken person. Giggling between your words.

"That fucker." Steph growled. Wanting to bash Joker's head in. Anger coursing through the whole group. But mainly fear.

Jason was close to hyperventilating. Past was repeating itself for a lot of them. It was bad enough to experience what you were going through, but to watch it happen again to someone else?

A nightmare the man never thought would come true nor even existed.

Joker's grin widened by seeing the expression on everyone. Especially Bruce. And it was fear. Pure fear.

Joker burst out in laughter "Yes! This, is what I wanted!"

Joker calmed down from his fit of laughter and held you by your shoulders from behind. "Now little one. Listen to me. Your Daddy over there is hurting real bad right now. How about we help him out? Yeah?"

You understood those words and shot at Batman repeatedly. Damian and Dick were quick to deflect the bullets as Bruce stood in place. Staring at you. Staring at whatever the Joker turned you into.

Joker broke out laughing again. Yoir small giggles mixing in. Damian was quick to try and run twards the two of you. But Joker was quick to make the boy stop in his tracks.

"Ah! Get any closer. Little birdy here gets a bullet to her head!" Joker pulled out a gun and held it to your head.

Seeing Damian stop caused Joker a lot of satisfaction. The Joker leaned in and whispered.

"Change of plans. Help little Robin first before helping dear old Dad."

Tears poured out from your eyes as you giggled and held the gun with two hands. Pointing right at Damian, who was ready to defend himself.

But suddenly, you elbowed the Joker in the chin and shot yourself. Joker cursed at the pain. Steph and Cass took the opportunity to get Joker before he starts shooting.

Your groan in the pain. You felt someon take you up into their eyes. You weakly look up to see Batman.

He was carring you like he did before.

"I'm sorry Daddy. . . I'm sorry."

Your words hit deeper this time around. Bruce held you tight. "It's alright. Your alright."

You hummed at his familiar reply and leaned onto his chest. Closing your eyes as the last tear drops fell from your eyes before falling unconscious.

[kiyterra]

Ooooo civilian!Bruce got me thinking about Jason,,, like how does his death go down here? Did he die in uniform and the others (at this point it would be just Dick and Barbra I think??) have to cover it up??? Did he only become a vigilante post-death?? He wouldn’t have as much (if any) angst with Bruce because Bruce is just A Guy here so does he stay away post coming back because he thinks he doesn’t belong anymore????? I’m just imagining the others dragging him back to the manor by the scruff of his neck because god dAMN IT JASON BRUCE AND ALFRED MISS YOU

(Also, you might already know this but: anon is off for your blog! I know from experience people are wayyyy more likely to send asks when it’s on)

so i already answered the first part of this ask earlier and @fanaticalthings made the most AMAZING addition that answers the second part <3 like literally took the ideas in my brain and wrote it out word for word for me thank YOU

jasons motivations are very different since he doesn't have a reason to blame bruce/batman for not avenging him, and instead during argument he has with bruce before he runs to ethiopia, jason says a lot of things he doesn't mean in the heat of the moment. he tells bruce he doesn't want him to be his dad, and that bruce didn't actually want him anyway. this is all wrong of course, but freshly resurrected and traumatized jason can't get over the fact that he yelled all those things at the man who did so much for him. had told his older brother he didn't want him either.

jaosn is so ashamed, so he stays away. he makes his debut as red hood in the narrows, and he almost breaks down when he sees nightwing again, but he goes on. he finds a crappy little apartment, does his dues, and watches over the waynes from afar.

but it's inevitable that dick and the tiny sherlock holmes replica tim drake find out who he is. and dick cries. a lot.

"baby brother, i'm so sorry. i'm sorry i wasn't there, i'm sorry, im sorry."

jason is a bit scornful towards tim at first, with the whole poster rich child replacement, but he warms up to him because tim is a good kid. hes curious and quiet but sharp and not afraid at all to sass jason as much as he respects him. they both try to drag jason right back to the manor because having their brother think he wasn't wanted, had been replaced, had been forgotten- that wasn't just untrue, it was fucking stupid.

but jason just isn't ready. he doesn't feel like he deserves to face alfred again, to face bruce again.

"please, just give me some more time. i need more time before- before."

and when could dick deny his little brother anything? so he stops being so adamant, but he sets a hard limit of two months, because

"bruce deserves to know, jay. he missed you so much, he misses you so much. there wasn't a day dad didn't think of you and wish you were here with us. come home soon, jay. please."

[shattersstar]

facing the gun.

pairing: cowboy!jason todd x reader

series summary: the sheriff of the mining town your farmhouse sat outside of, had never done a thing to help you, and when he went missing, well you didn’t bat an eye. the town grappled with the loss and change while a stranger approached you for work, a black hat wearing rider on a pale horse, bringing violence and life to your lonely home.

warnings: lil angst, violence/death mention, jason n reader don’t actually meet in this one (which i feel like i should disclaim)

a/n: ahh ive wanted to write this for a while and im so nervous about starting a series because i dont have the brain for them but!! here’s hoping!! though this is just a prologue i’m hoping to have the first part out shortly <3 enjoy & feedback is always appreciated ! yeehaww

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prologue. — a stranger shows up in town after a widow leaves, and a quiet farmhouse encounters them both.

It had just been over two months, the mining town starting to come to terms with the fact the sheriff was long gone. Dead or alive didn’t matter—just gone. You could see it in his wife’s eyes, glassy and cold. She moved around town like a ghost, reality setting in and eyes all watching her. It was no surprise she left in the middle of the night, her children loaded into a wagon with her husband’s rifle to her right. You had been the only one to see her leave, sitting on your porch and keeping watch over your land.

She slowed her wagon once her gaze caught the light from your lantern. You squinted, trying discern their faces when you could only see three silhouettes against the deep blue night sky. She stopped at the mouth of your property, before carefully turning down the modest dirt path. It was lined with fenced in cattle on the left and an empty grass field to the right. Your brows pulled together as you watched the wagon move slow and carefully towards you. She stopped short of your lantern's reach, and got off her horse. You knew she could see the gun strewn across your lap, so you weren’t exactly worried.

You were curious if anything.

“I never did believe my husband when he told me you sat out here like this.” She said, the light illuminating her sad face.

“Had to see it for yourself?” You asked, with a raised brow.

“Might as well, girls wanted to know too.” You let out a breathy chuckle at that.

“Pardon me ma’am, but I must say I’m glad to know the sheriff did talk about me, even if he did nothing to help.” Her face didn’t change, no anger for the slandering of her gone husband.

“He used to be a good man. And I’m sorry he didn’t do more for you.” She sighed, sending you a wavering smile before turning back into the darkness.

“Be seeing you.” You called, with a wave of the hand, but she didn’t respond. She stood in front of her horse for a minute before mounting and staring at you through the darkness.

“If he…if he comes back, tell him I’m going east—to my family.”

And then you watched as they were once again into silhouettes in the distance, turning away from the only life they had known and disappearing into the wide world.

You sat outside till the sky started to lighten, an ocean blue instead of the drowning darkness it was hours before. You pushed yourself up, doing a lap of your wraparound porch before heading to bed. Exhaustion had already been pulling at the corners of your mind, and as you got into your bed the interaction with the sheriff’s wife repeated in your head. You dreamt of the moment on an endless loop—her sad eyes staring widely through you before the sound of her broken voice echoed and bled into that of her horse riding away and dragging the old wagon with it. It filled your ears till the point you woke up a few hours later with a jolt, the distant sound of horse shoes clopping hanging in your mind.

You fell back asleep almost instantly after your body calmed down, unaware of the lone rider who had just passed your farm, dawning a wide brimmed black hat and old bandana stained red and something violent. He was the devil who rode a pale horse accordingly, the white streak in the rider’s blacker than night hair opposed the dark grey markings against the white of his mare's forehead.

The pair slunk into the mining town as the sun started to warm the sky, exhaustion tumbling over him as his grip loosened around the reins. His fingers and wrists ached, joints overstressed and burning. He had been riding for a lifetime, just trying to get his furthest away from Gotham, from the life he had made and burned to the ground in the growing city. His only memories stuffed into his pack, and the horse that had been gifted to him by a man who was a father to a boy long dead.

“Put up a tombstone that reads Jason Peter Todd because he is dead from this moment on. To you and Gotham. I will never be back here, not as anyone you know at least old man.”

Jason thought of those words as he passed a farmhouse, sprawling fences with a barn in the distance. He could see a cat walking along one of the gates, keeping an eye over the cows it seemed. He clicked his tongue when he realized his horse had come to a stop at his staring. She picked up her pace again, trotting into the town that had started to awaken. Whispers filled the streets before he showed up, no one even seeming to care for the stranger trudging into the small inn and the weary horse lapping up water from the trough outside. Jason kept his hat on, but pulled his bandana off his face as he stepped inside. It was dark, one candle by the front illuminating the man working and the lone patron eating breakfast.

The keeper seemed to startle at the sight of Jason, who laughed to himself as he approached. “Don’t see many customers this early, sir.” The innkeeper gruffed, earning a hum in acknowledgement. “Not too many passing through these days either.” He added, as Jason set down a handful of coins.

“Don’t need a room for the night, just a few hours and a meal.” He explained, earning a weary glance from the man.

“Were not tha—“

“Kind of establishment, I know. I’ll be leaving this evening.” Jason didn’t add more, holding the man’s gaze. He had just said business was slow, refusing him would be idiotic.

“Get out.” The man apparently was an idiot, and it made Jason scoff. If only this man knew who he had just refused—no. Jason pushed his anger aside, snatching up his coins before he turned on his heels. He wasn’t going to haggle with a stupid man, and arguing only made men stupider. He tied his bandana back around his face as he reached the door, stopping with his hand on the handle.

“Any work nearby?” He asked no one in particular, earning a scoff from the innkeeper before he was interrupted by the man eating his breakfast.

“Nowhere in town stranger, see the mines dried up sometime ago I hear. Some settlements deeper in the valley got work, railroad too, but that’s down West.” He explained between bites.

“Rotten work too.” He replied, earning a chuckle and nod from the bearded stranger, who finally met Jason’s gaze. His eyes were tired, that glassy blue grey colour that seemed to see beyond time.

“Ain’t that the God’s truth stranger!” He all, but hollered, suddenly livelier—younger than he looked moments ago. “Rotten is exactly what that work was—worst time of my life on the tracks.”

“You’ve had your chat, now get going!” The innkeeper interjected suddenly, gearing up to shout more when the bearded stranger slammed his hand on the wooden tabletop.

“Aye—cut it out. You were stupid enough to deny this mans coin for a room, let him buy a meal and chat with me. I like him and Lord knows you need the money.” Jason couldn’t stop the grin pulling at the corner of his lips as the innkeeper stammered for a response.

“F-fine, but you’re both—“

“Getting out after this, we know. Now come take a seat stranger.” The man gestured to the seat across from him. Jason glanced sideways at the innkeeper who seemed scared more than anything. It made his smile fall as he joined the older stranger, taking off his black hat and placing it on the empty seat next to him. The worker vanished somewhere in the back while the two men sat in silence. Until, “Aren’t you—huack—“ He choked before continuing “gon’ tell me your name boy?”

“Call me boy again—“

“Hey, hey. Stranger is it than.” The older man relented, coughing a few times into his shoulder before taking a swig of whatever swirled around his stained mug. “So you’re looking for work?”

“Aye.”

“You picked the wrong stretch of land bo…stranger, its dry and dead out here.”

“How ‘bout that farmhouse, the one few miles outside the town.”

The man laughed, the innkeeper who placed a bowl of what Jason assumed was porridge joined in, both men nearly going blue with their wheezy chuckles. “You would be a fool to take work there, it's where the mothers send their sons for farmhand training or a disciplining.” The innkeeper explained before wandering back to his post.

Jason eyed the man sitting across from him, prompting details with his silent gaze. “Used to be run by a family, all, but one dead and gone. And lemme tell you, the one left is a real son of a bitch.”

“Probably ran the old sheriff outta town—“ The keepers voice piped in from behind Jason.

“Heard they beat the crap outta some miner a year back—“

“They got a temper like no other—“

“Most of the town steers clear unless it’s for business—“

“Damn hard worker though.”

Jason took in the men’s information, downing his food in a handful of spoonfuls before tossing a few coins onto the tabletop. It was more than the innkeeper deserved, but information was always worth paying for.

“Good day stranger.” The old man called from where he sat. Jason slipped his hat back on, about to pull his bandana over his face when the shimmer of the star tucked away under the old man’s coat caught his eye. It was a brief glimpse, but Jason could see the start of the word SHERIFF curved along the bottom of the man’s badge.

It made Jason chuckle, eyes dragging from the badge to the man’s face noticeably so. He grinned as he pushed the door open to venture to this seemingly infamous farmhouse, “And good day to you…deputy.”

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artwork cred: mark maggiori

[helpallthenamesaretakensblog]

my thoughts on the plot for wothd

”Now, to secure his second letter, Percy and his friends Annabeth and Grover must agree to a new challenge – pet-sitting for the goddess Hecate while she’s away over Halloween week”

Are we getting the trio dressed in halloween costumes?? PRETTY PLEASE. Also, i can smell the chaos all the way here

They just need to follow her simple rules

Look after her pet polecat and mastiff like their lives depend on it (because they do).

Don’t touch anything – especially Hecate’s magic potions!

I am already laughing from the number of jokes they’re going to make of themselves just messing everything up. Also grovercabeth being pet parents>>>>

“But when Grover’s curiosity gets the better of him, the friends find themselves with a giant goat, a destroyed mansion, and Hecate’s (terrifying and potentially deadly) pets on the loose in New York City”

There’s so much to unpack here.

First of all….THEY’RE BEING PET PARENTS AND LIVING IN A MANSION TOGETHER???? THE THREE OF THEM??? DOMESTIC GROVERCABETH YES PLSSSSS Sorry this hits so hard after percy’s ideal future in cotg where three of them are living together in a beachside cottage i can’t—

Also, groverrrr no we dont touch magic potions HE’S A GIANT NOW LOL GIANT GROVER 😂

“Now the trio have only days to find the pets and restore the mansion to order – or face the full fury of Hecate and her horrifying three-heads. It’s going to take luck, demigod wiles, and some old and new friends to hunt down the animals and set things right again.

This seems like such a rollercoaster of emotions 🥹 give it to me now richard

Also, OLD AND NEW FRIENDS!!!! Imagine if rick is in a sadistic mood and just make jason one of the old friends and make him spend a lot of time with them to set up for the death news next book hooohooo

But im hoping for rachel, nico, or hey it might be thalia with her mist bending powers that’ll help or piper with charmspeak or—

But new friends, im guessing it’d be a supporting character like that iris girl blanche. Maybe a hecate kid??

GENERAL THOUGHTS:

This book might eat i fear

It sounds like such a bundle of chaos, fluff and even more chaos, the expectations are high. I cant wait to see how rick writes percabeth living together. Also, i know that annabeth has sodnyc and percy has school so it’ll be fun seeing grover being the parent in the situation and making them breakfast and getting them ready to school. And their daily routine. (LOL I DONT KNOW WHY IM DELULUING MYSELF THEY MIGHT NOT EVEN LIVE IN THE MANSION)

Im excited if you couldn’t tell