#jason poured his entirely soul

[aetsiv]

you're going to make me sob op. this is so true and exactly why i despise camp jupiter. also, the fact that they eagerly replaced him as praetor with percy without a second thought despite hardly even looking for jason, despite the fact that jason trained for years to earn his praetorship and percy was at camp for 2 fucking weeks (not even really at camp since he was on a quest).

Whenever I think of Camp Jupiter.. I just get so.. mad. Knowing that even after 11 years of Jason's sheer service, even after the fact that he dedicated his whole life to Rome at the age of 2, a ripe CHILD, a BABY, nobody even cared to look for him even 6 months after his disappearance..??

Nobody went "I miss Jason!" Like everyone did in Camp half blood for Percy, even the hunters of Artemis went out of their way to look for him. Jason's "friends" Dakota or Gwendolyn never spared a glance at his direction, his friendship with Reyna was fractured because of communication issues, etc.

Camp Jupiter was, realistically NOTHING without Jason (and Reyna duh) yet they have the audacity to neglect him.

And then they cheaply "made up" for it by giving him some grand state funeral. What's the point? His body was wrapped in an expensive silk, but his soul left that world feeling useless and unwanted. An expensive fancy funeral isnt going to change that.

His funeral was dark and empty, because not a single one of his Greek friends could make it.

Jason Grace was doomed to be chained to the clutches of the soulless camp of Rome till the very end. Like Michael Varus said "born a roman, die a roman"

Camp Jupiter was more or less a dystopian society covered up with beautiful architecture. Like shiny fake gold that wears off its glow.

[krilati]

Tim, who is not Robin, but still feral

Okay, let's say Tim's parents decide that even if their child doesn't need a nanny, they want someone to check on their son's well-being. So Tim is required to go to the doctor once a week. And after he tried to bribe his first one to just tell his parents everything was fine. Janette decided it would be someone else each time.

Tim gets a car once a week that picks him up to see a doctor he doesn't know.

That way he doesn't have time to search for dirt, and he can't bribe anyone, since everyone drinks his mother more than him.

So after Nightwing turned Tim down (Dick later claimed the boy was black-haired and blue-eyed, but since he was often hallucinating Jason at the time, even he wasn't sure). The guy realized he couldn't go to Batman and insist on being Robin. The first fracture (which is 100% likely to happen in the early days of jumping on roofs and kicking angry adults) and the doctor would hand him over to his parents.

So Tim came up with a Plan.

Batman was angry, for a month now someone, every patrol, has been standing up for criminals. If he's lucky, he manages to land 5 hits (dude, your 1 hit can put a person in the hospital, Tim just has short legs, he still needs to run to the edge of the necessary roof) when someone distracts him.

Last time, they poured a bucket of paint on his head, it became almost impossible to see through the mask. Another time, they shot paintballs at his head until he left.

There was another memorable incident when something small landed on his head, and the next moment he was attacked by bats.

But today he finally cornered the attacker, it was a child whose face was hidden behind a mask that completely covered his face, and his hair was hidden behind a hood. He slowly approached the boy, he needed to find out who he worked for. Who decided that they had the right to interfere with him punishing criminals.

Only when Batman grabbed the attacker by the shoulder he felt dizzy and then everything around him went dark. Tim quietly patted himself on the head for the backup plan of the backup plan.

After waking up, Batman did not feel calmer, on the contrary, this meeting ignited even more rage in him.

How dare this child run around Gotham so carefree when his son was killed, how dare he protect criminals when one of them killed his son, how dare he..

That day, a file on a new criminal with high priority appeared on the Batcomputer, Alfred only reproachfully pursed his lips.

By the time Red Hood escaped from Talia (Yes, he escaped here, I don't know for sure, but I think Talia was pitting Jason against Tim to ensure her son had direct access to Bruce's legacy). Batman and Tim's confrontations became legendary.

Tim even had his own name and merchandise! Several names, actually, he was called Gotham's Whisperer, the Soul of Shadow, or Little Shadow. And in various Gotham stores you could find little figurines of him with various weapons that he demonstrated during this time.

Nightwing adored the little guy, although he had never met him in person. In fact, no one except Bruce had ever encountered the kid. And although Oracle never officially supported the boy, she never warned Batman if she saw a small dark silhouette through the cameras. Although Dick really wanted to know where the kid got the sniper rifle with tranquilizers, or how he hacked the Batmobile to put a sleeping Bruce in it and send him to the Cave, or how he got so many incriminating photos of Batman that he scattered all over the city when Batman didn't take one of his threats seriously.

Simply put, Nightwing was a fan, and had wanted the kid's autograph ever since the kid evacuated an entire alley, including Bruce, by playing the sound of a pack of rabid dogs approaching.

Batman, though he had passed the peak of his rage, still made Gotham afraid if he was spotted trolling alone.

Red Hood was furious, not only did his father not have the courage to avenge him, but he also dared to splash out his aggression on anyone who was not breathing smoothly on HIS Alley of Crime.

[heliosundercover]

Oblivious dick Grayson

Dick, "Am I missing something?" Grayson. A great leader, brother, and friend. But he's horrible at picking up signals, even though he’s a flirt himself.

 

Dick had constantly fumbled the bag. He had a tendency to completely miss signals; it became a joke between his friends.

 

"Wait, you’re telling me she was giving me “fuck me eyes.” Ha, you’re hilarious,” Dick says in air quotes after being told some girl on the street was flirting with him, as if it were unbelievable that he gets female attention. 

 

But with you, he was suddenly hyper-aware, hoping that he wasn't missing something with you. 

 

"Was she flirting or being nice?" He sat on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Today he bumped into you at the supermarket, and you complimented his hair, saying that it looked soft. You even leaned in super close, like you wanted to touch it.

"Dick I don't know. How'd you get that from what do you want on your pizza, dude?" Jason replies, rubbing his temples. 

 

Everyone thought this crush on a random civilian was getting a bit ridiculous, especially since she was clearly interested. But in his mind, he couldn't fumble this one. You were different, like you were too good for Gotham when you first met; he knew almost instantly but somehow missed the blatant attraction you had for him.

Dick wasn't the type to believe in love at first sight. 

But that night, he started wondering if it was real. When he first saw you, you were sitting in a bar drinking with a group of friends when he walked in, and he couldn't take his eyes off of you, and neither could you. At some point, you said fuck it and went up to him, chatting it up; it was an instant connection. But of course he missed your signals, thinking you weren't interested at first. It wasn't until you wrote your number on his hand and hearts around it that he realized you were attracted to him, but somehow he still felt like the guest could be friendly. The simple gesture has him thinking the entire night.

 

It took so long for him to ask you out officially; he had been too afraid to ask you out, afraid that he had misinterpreted your feelings. But when you agreed, his face lit up. Weeks of torment were finally over. You agreed to go to a small cafe for something casual.

 

Dick was on mission today. He was on a mission to not miss a single thing about you. Over the past few weeks, he has been meticulously honing his observation skills, pouring over self-help books, and practicing mindfulness. He's been so deep in this self-imposed mission that he has ended up ironically missing the most important thing: your clear, no longer subtle, signals of affection. 

 

You look up from your phone, and your lips curl into a smile that could make any man's heart flutter uncontrollably. You tilt your head gently, and he swears your eyes shimmer with a playful glint. That's your signal. It's always been your signal. But Dick, bless his soul, misses it entirely. He's too engrossed in everything, down to the intricate details, missing the big picture in the process. 

It was driving you crazy. Weeks of flirting felt like it was going nowhere, then suddenly he asked you on a date. It was so confusing. It had you thinking you were the issue. 

"Do you want to order anything?" Dick asks, his eyes glued to the menu. You giggle softly. He was cute, all focused like that, like the menu was the most interesting thing in the world. Gently shaking your head, suddenly it clicked. He was just nervous, overthinking, or both. After you've been trying to get him to notice the signals for weeks now, Dick was just being a bit awkward.

 

"Hey, Dick," you murmur softly, extending her hand across the table to gently touch his, causing him to finally look up. You meet eyes; you can see him searching your face for anything, and you giggle again.

"Im going to be honest here, Dick," you squeeze his hand softly. 

"I've been flirting with you for weeks, and I can't tell if you're not interested or what, but it's driving me mad."

 

His eyes go wide, and the irony of the situation kicks in almost immediately. This whole time, he was so focused on not missing something that he missed weeks of flirting that he wanted to kick himself. 

"No, no, it's just," he laughs, like the weight of the world is off his shoulders. 

 

"I like you too; I like you a lot, actually, but I was so afraid of reading the situation wrong that I ended up doing just that."

 

He laughs again. His laugh sends relief down your spine, so you weren't crazy; he was just overthinking it. It was kind of cute knowing that you made him flustered. 

 

The date pretty much flies by after you get over that not-so-small hurdle. The connection had been there for weeks, so it was easy for you two to talk. And when the date ended, neither of you wanted it to end, so he walked you home.

 

"I really liked spending time with you. Do you want to see me again?" 

He asks when you get to your apartment door. The question makes you roll your eyes. 

 

"No, I don't want to see you again," you say jokingly, but you see the panic on his face.

"Of course I want to see you again, Dick. I really, really like you."

You step closer to him, and suddenly the hallway is fifty degrees hotter. Dick looks down at you, and his breath hitches.

You stand in the hallway for what feels like eternity, just looking at each other. 

 

"Do you want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss you right now?" Dick breaks the silence. 

 

"I thought you'd never ask."

His hand cups your cheek, and his eyes look so beautiful that even in the horrible lighting of your apartment building's hallway, they never leave yours. You suddenly realize how close you are standing—close enough to see your reflection in his gaze. You see anticipation, desire, mirrored in your own eyes, and something else. Something deeper, something that makes your heart flutter. It was a really intimate moment. 

 

But Dick just had to make a joke.

"Just making sure I'm not missing something, and you like me, right?"

You can't help but giggle, playfully pushing him away.

 

"Yeah, this means I like you."

Laughing softly, you place one more kiss on his cheek before going into your apartment.

 

Dick couldn't help but celebrate silently when your door was fully shut. When he got back to the manor, he had a noticeable smile on his face.

 

Damian looks at Jason with a raised eyebrow when they see him happily skipping by. 

“So do we think that girl is real? Orrr…”

 

“For his sake, yes.” 

Jason looks back at what he was doing, and the room is back in a comfortable silence. 

So i just wanted to say thank you sm for loving my Jason fic! I started on wattpad and stuff on wattpad takes forever to get noticed/ popular i look forward to writing more but i genuinely expected it to not take off how it did:)

Im working on a thank you piece with more dc characters called “how they talk about you”

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

People who complain that Bruce Wayne is a bad person cause he "doesn't do enough" are so annoying fr.

"He just dresses up and punches mentally ill people" yeah and sends them to a facility to help them (of which many HAVE gotten better [see Waylon Jones]). A facility that has had the corruption ripped from the roots up purely for the sake of helping his own enemies. No matter how many times they break out and try to kill him, he sends them back to be rehabilitated. He only fights them because they have ice rays and mind control and all that. But even in fighting them, he usually only goes all out on the clown. He canonically tries to be soft with Harley and even temporarily gave her a job.

"He doesn't do anything with his money" bitch?? What do you think Wayne Enterprises does?? What do you think the Jason Todd Foundation is??? Why do you think he's poured his money several times into fixing Arkham Asylum??? Like bro there's literally an entire cult of other billionaires who unironically spend their time and money dismantling Bruce's efforts. He's doing the best he can with what he's got.

"He brings children into his war" Dick, Jason, Barbara, Harper, Stephanie, Duke, and Lance all either did or tried to do vigilante work without Bruce's help. Other characters like Tim and Damian refused to accept a no. He instead gave these kids a support network to do vigilante work safer and more efficiently and have them people to call family.

"The kids die or get hurt" Jason died after being betrayed by his own mother, Stephanie "died" after directly going against his orders, Tim was blown up by drones controlled by Steph's dad, Barbara was paralyzed in an attempt to upset her father, and Lance died after taking the costume and getting shot all without Bruce's knowledge (hence why it's important he takes the kids under his wing).

"He doesn't affect crime rates" in Gotham maybe, but see the Court of Owls mentioned above. He works with the JLA and JSA to take down crime all across the world and galaxy. He founded Batman Inc, a network of Batman ripoffs across the world who keep in touch, use each other's resources, and get backup from each other to fight crime in their corners of the world.

Hell, even "he's a bad father" is just bad writing. He's actually a very caring father, even if he does maybe struggle. He gave Jason his own damn library and he allows Damian to keep a whole army of weird pets (including a literal demon). He took Damian in upon learning about his existence, allowed him to express himself as Robin, sent him to school, taught him morals and compassion, and LITERALLY WENT TO HELL TO RETRIEVE HIS SOUL WHEN HE DIED. He took in Cass despite knowing Shiva would retaliate. He taught her to speak and he encouraged her to learn ballet. He even officially adopted Dick, Jason, and Tim in 3 separate emotional moments. And also bro literally adopted a piece of an alien hivemind (Jarro best Robin).

Like he was raised by Alfred-motherfucking-Pennyworth. There was never a chance he would turn out as corrupt.

[shortnotsweet]

[ “PATIENCE” ]:

Give me one more sigh to the top of the mountain—baby, roll those eyes to the top of the mountain. Close your eyes, be patient, it's coming! All my dreams have been weighing me down, like an anchor to my bed.

— BAD SUNS

It’s only a second—a split second—but in that moment Jason wonders who has dreamt up Nico Di Angelo before.

It’s not strange for godly children to be granted prophetic visions, or omniscient images from a greater force not buoyed by themselves—Fate, a god, the recesses of their own trauma, what have you. But—no. Jason wonders who else has dreamt of Nico, not as a distant figure blotted out in the plotted landscape of some prospective quest, or as an omen of all things foreboding and unknown, but really dreamt. A real dream.

The Nico in front of him—for this split second, mind you, and isn’t this second stretching longer than any second before—has his face upturned to the wind, and his eyes closed to the sound below them. The city sprawl, honking and screaming and polluting the air with its babble. Jason can barely hear it now, can only observe with a sudden micro-awareness the thinness of his fingers and the delicate bones of his wrist as he extends them. The skull ring glints there, the darkness of the band cutting into the pale of his skin like a shadow cast, and Jason remembers, dumbly, Oh, yeah. Summoning the dead. There’s a lot of that in Chicago.

Jason doesn’t care about scrape of skeleton bones clawing themselves out of asphalt or the lingering of unresolved souls. Instead, it’s the feathering of Nico’s lashes against his own cheek, the downward slope of his mouth, sharp jut of his jaw belaying a quiet softness to his face that was easy to miss. For someone as unsubtle as Nico, it seems that it’s easy for a lot of people to miss crucial things such as this. By the time Jason had started noticing, he just couldn’t stop.

Nico exists, sometimes, as if he is not entirely of this world. It’s not a stretch for some godly children, a child of Death especially, but with Nico it has become increasingly more evident in the little moments, the subtle gestures. Maybe it’s Jason’s own godly genes—he can almost feel the texture of the wind against Nico’s skin as it kisses his cheek, the inhale of air—or maybe it’s just Jason. Freakishly detail oriented Jason, who stares at his ceiling at night, awake, but doesn’t dare toss and turn, who pours over blueprints and Lego models in his spare time and fixates on this kind of thing.

That’s the kind of thing Jason sees in his dreams, the image that flickers under his eyelids between memories of a life half lost to him and a visage of what comes next.

[igotanidea]

Flutter: Jason Todd x reader

Honestly can you imagine touch starved Jason x touch starved reader?

Imagine her touching his cheek with a trembling hand, not sure how far she can go and how he'll respond and most importantly - how she will react to feeling his skin under her fingertips.

Imagine him shivering at first, closing his eyes, freezing under the soft caresses of her shivering hand.

Imagine that for a mere seconds they just enjoy the moment, taking it in, feeling something they have never ever experienced before in their entire life.

Tenderness.

Care.

Love.

And then-

Their eyes meet.

Their eyes full of all the contradictory emotions, but full of them regardless.

And they are gone.

She's in his arms, touching, feeling, devouring, wanting more. In the gentlest way to avoid startling each other. Testing the boundaries, pushing the buttons.

now, now, now.

Her body presssing into his.

His body and mind breaking as he barely hold himself from crying at the thought that this is all real.

She's real. She's here. She's touching him, wanting him, needing him, letting him feel her so close, so intimately.

And all that just from holding each other.

Two pour souls finding a way to each other.

Becoming one in the purest form of affection and bond-building.

Finally getting what they've always deserved, but never dared ask for.

[xixovart]

my rrverse headcanons that i will save in my drafts until it explodes

possible tw for mentions of weaponry and violence!! (bullet point no.5)

nico with heterochromia?? im?

a LOT of aphrodite kids are pansexual. somethinf about love knowing no bounds or restrictions to gender because love is a connection to the soul or whatever

actually on that idea a lot of aphrodite kids are under the non binary umbrella :)

spreading the deaf will solace agenda

annabeth goes to a shooting range to relieve stress

she got that from thalia

i just need you to picture how unbelievably destroyed thalia must’ve been when they told her about luke.

alex fierro really likes cupcakes. but he’s like. ashamed of it?? for some reason

one time magnus walked in on her while she was eating some red velvet? hilarious interaction.

“magnus it’s not what ir looks like i swear.”

”what? you use someone’s blood to make those?”

rip bianca di angelo you would’ve loved ratatouille. i don’t know.

kayla really likes mac n cheese. i really don’t know.

chris wnd beckendorf have an unmatched ‘our gfs are best friends but ngl we’re kinda gay for each other’ bromance

percy is REAAALLLYYY good at makeup

thalia is surprisingly good at volleyball?

frank once accidentally knocked down an entire grocery store isle… somehow.

hazel really likes ladybugs

“long day?” “tell me about it. keep em coming.” except it’s kayla pouring will grape soda into a wine glass when they were 12 after a day in the infirmary

unpopular opinion: will relentlessly finds loopholes for rules (and sometimes blatantly breaks them) while nico hates rule-breaking. one was raised in rich 1940s europe and the other is texan. guess who.

annabeth and will bonded over their shared love of true crime podcasts

hazel gossips like a hairstylist

“don’t look at me like that, you’re not my real dad 😒” -11 year old annabeth to chiron after the ares cabin caught fire “unexpectedly. somehow. for no reason.”

percy used to swims in fountains and steals people’s coins

piper blasts chappell roan at unhealthy volumes. so does will. they bond over that

zoë nightshade was in the theater abe lincoln was killed in. don’t know where this came from.

piper and leo were the most chaotic duo that wilderness school ever bore witness to. there were several science room “accidents.” and the food in the kitchens went missing every week “unexpectedly”

magnus hearth and blitz used to sit on rooftops and throw water balloons at tourists. fathers-son bonding i lobe them

frank likes tarzan and kung fu panda an unhealthy amount (he was a horrible influence on hazel)

hazel once made random hand signals at a boy who was bothering her told him she cursed him

bianca was surprisingly good at sports?

thalia had to put saran wrap on every outlet in the house for two months when jason was a year old because he would NOT stop sticking his fingers in them

reyna cannot cook. she only knows how to make a surprisingly good lemonade. it’s insane.

hedge, on the other hand, is a freaking chef. he’s like the love child of a really smart goat and gordon ramsay

annabeth and thalia are both master pickpockets because of their time on the road

luke had a soft spot for gummy bears

silena was very calm and collected but the SECOND this girl stepped FOOT in a rage room she lost her SHIR

mallory hates math. like actually loathes math.

magnus is math smart and mallory is english smart

(book 1) halfborn and magnus are the prank lords of floor 19

alex joined them the second he showed up (he destroyed half the hotel withing his first 24 minutes there? duh?)

cecil hates twizzlers

lou ellen cecil and will are VERY competitive go kart-ers

rachel and hazel are artist buddies and go on drawing dates

chiron gets father’s day presents

someone proposed the idea of achilles and patroclus training nico post-ttc and pre-botl???? stop right now im losing my mind i love this

spreading the multilingual nico agenda

mr. d gave will his tattoo

grover and percy unironically watch rom coms every saturday while eating vegan candy and cry for the characters

grover and rachel’s friendship is INCREDIBLY??? underrated

i think we forget that grover bianca and nico went to school together and bianca and grover were friends. imagine the chaos.

lester and kayla had regular arm wrestling matches (kayla always won btw)

whenever austin’s mad at his cabinmates he wakes them up at the asscrack of drawn by playing we are the champions on his flute.

idk why but malcolm seems very gumball coded.

“wait, where are you going?” “to the brony convention in lietchenstein. where do you think im going????” -canon conversation between malcolm and annabeth

wasian grace siblings wasian grace siblings wasian grace siblings.

ethan is a really bad liar in non-greek related matters

will’s love language is that he points at literally the two most random things and says “us” to nico

“nico look it’s us!! :D” “solace those are two dead leaves on the floor” “yeah but they’re next to each other :)”

sally knows taekwondo. no one knows when or how she learned, she just does and it’s terrifying

alabaster is a plant mom

dakota seems like the type of kid to slump so deep in a chair that he ends up falling off. and then he just like. lays there.

castor and pollux have a concerning attraction to fire

travis stoll likes strawberries :)

connor stoll chunks strawberries at travis from half a km away and calls is “aiming practice”

katie has the temper of a chihuahua

(post-tlo) percy and clarisse pretend to hate each other but they’re actually friends who fight like siblings and it’s surprisingly endearing?

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

"Do you have a favorite, Jason?"

It's been over twenty four hours Red Hood has broken up an entire prostitution ring, and shot fourteen idiots who don't understand what the word no means.

Finally he got home got out of all his gear was about to eat his left over pasta before his idiotic older brother decided he needed to sit on his couch, and ask very stupid fucking questions at three in the god damn morning.

He would just shoot the stupid bird but he doesn't need big bad bat knocking on his door. Time to play whatever game is going on in his head.

"Big Bird get to the god damn point I'm fucking tired."

He looks straight at Dickhead he looks nervous yet, he's still which is never a good sign Nightwing is only a statue when something horrible happened. He runs quickly through the locations of all idiotic birds and as far as he knows they are all locked up in FortManor under Alfred's tender care.

"I asked if you had a favorite?"

-----

Dick isn't really functioning on all cylinders right now.

It was dangerous to come here not that Little Wing would hurt him, but he feels off like his entire soul is stripped bare for all to see.

He doesn't leave, he doesn't think he can.

-------

"Are you talking about the family big bird? You have got to give me something."

Jason's watching for a hint of where this is going if this is gonna be a sad big brother who needs a hug. Maybe he's gonna have to kill someone.

Or call Bruce.

He doesn't want to but there's something in the air like a bomb is going to explode. He can almost feel the seconds counting down.

"I have a favorite Jason don't you?"

"Maybe I do Dickie what's it to you?"

It can just be that right, big brother not living up the hype something deeper has to affoot he wouldn't show up just to be insecure.

He can practically hear Bruce's voice in his head look deeper.

Analyze.

Dickie worried about favorites it's not a secret that Jason isn't it.

That would be the baby birds Damian or Tim.

Tim is his little protege wearing his colors, stealing his guns. Which reminds him He has to get that back. It's no secret he has a favorite they call themselves team red.

He's not getting anything.

"Alright I bite Baby bird, which you knew?"

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He can't think before he can even control himself he has Jason pinned escrima cracking at his neck looking into his brothers eyes he doesn't seem surprised it's almost enough to let go. Yet little wing opens his mouth anyway.

"Let me guess feeling jealous dickie, not the perfect older brother? Alert the news golden boy ain't perfect"

He wants to wipe the smirk off his face he wants to break his teeth in feel his blood coat his fist.

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Jason wants to be angry standing with a pissed off older brother on top of him yet even as he goaded something bugged him.

He missed something.

What happened tonight he's wracking his brain.

Where was Nightwing, patrolling with Red Robin.

Ok so how did we get from Point A to Point B.

Is it?

He forces his pulse to relax while he pokes the bear.

"It's not Damian is it Wing?"

Nightwing steps back releasing him he looks horrified Jason can't tell if it's from the murderous jealous rage or caring about Tim in his experience they go hand in hand.

"It's not Damian why isn't it Damian?"

Oh in a way he feels guilty but it's almost vindictive in nature.

Damian is a good kid he's the baby has a special spot but for Jason he's nothing not someone he wakes up everyday wanting to check on.

He can't trust the kid to watch his six he would take a bullet for him.

Yet he's not Tim not his Baby brother who had the sweetest tech badassness pouring out of him.

Why is it so surprising that Tim is the favorite.

As he thinks he feels himself getting angry why can't the kid who threw his entire life into it get a bit of fucking recognition. The boy who still looks at Dick like the sun shines out of his ass why can't he be the favorite.

Maybe it's cause he knows Tim loves him even but he wants Dick out of his fucking sight.

"Get out."

"Wait hold on" Dick trips as Jason pushes him out straight to the front door.

"I don't care get out that kid he worth it all and you might be a shitty older brother but I'm not go fuck your self."

As he goes to slam the door he looks the man that he would have died for killed for a man that he has always called his brother and he gets it.

For once he understands why Dickie always guarded the birds why he always looked two seconds away from loosing it.

"Don't bother ever coming back I only have one brother and it sure as shit ain't you and I will do you one. I won't tell any of them about this convo but let's make one thing clear."

Looking straight at Dick.

"Tim is a better man than you will ever be stick with the demon brat I got Red."

He slams the door sinking down to the floor he wants to sob.

Scream instead he goes to the manor tommorow pretends nothing ever happened.

But it's never the same cause he will always be Jason Todd.

Red Robin will always be his Robin.

But he will never be Tim Drake''s.

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 3: I can explain

You have a few prerolled blunts and joints on the bed sometimes you like you roll your whole stash at once to make it easier for you when you’re in a pinch for time or just wanting to rip the hair out of your head. Deciding on the joint rolled in a strawberry flavored rolling paper you pull out your zippo and spark up your joint & take a big hit letting the smoke sting the back of your throat know before blowing out a mushroom cloud of smoke you decide your thoughts are way too loud at the moment getting up to walk & go pop my Stevie Nicks cassette into the stereo & flick up the volume as I plop onto the beanbag chair in my room taking another long hit out of your joint as Silver Springs starts to play & you get into your feelings listening singing along and smoking waiting for the inevitable. 🎶”Don’t say that she’s pretty did you say that she loved you baby I don’t wanna know…”🎶 you huff in annoyance then jolt at the sound of the doorbell. Stubbing out what’s left you lead to the living room to open the door to none other then the gorgeous man you’ve been so worked up over. He gives you a small smile as you gesture letting him inside & closing the door. “Do you want something to drink or something??..” you look at anything but him while speaking. “Yeah that’s be great what do ya have?” You walk you way to the fridge “um.. we have pop,milk,homemade white peach tea & some whisky…” he giggles “wow makers mark the good shit uh.. it’s a little too early for that right now.. homemade tea huh I’ll take some of that” he says grinning at you. Taking two glasses from the cabinet & loaded them up with some ice you pour the both of you a glass. Eddie starts to check out the living room as he sips from his glass his eyes pop out of his head “holy shit this is some good tea you made this all by yourself?!” You fully belly laugh “yeah why do you sound so surprised?” He walks towards you “well sweetheart where I come from everything is out of a jug carton or you can microwave it not too many homemade things in my neck of the woods” he tilts his head towards your bedroom and gives you a devilish grin “ohhh I smell that you sneaky little thing you holding out on me princess?” You blush “uh I didn’t know you.. smoked..” he takes your hand back to the main source of the scent. He starts checking out the photos on your walls “you know you have a real beautiful voice not just a beautiful face and personality” you feel like you’re gonna combust. “Well I’m not too sure about that the girl I saw you with definitely has me beat by a long shot” Eddie looks at you with a look you can’t quite read “Look it’s not what you think & that’s not true I wish you’d stop that shit seriously it’s just a customer i sell to help my uncle with the bills okay she met up with me to ask if I could sell at a party she knew if Jason asked me it would’ve been bad dudes had it out for me since the 5th grade he’s a grade A dickwad a real neodorky zoom dweebie & she’s so not my type I could sneeze and she’d blow away she’s not funny like you & she surely doesn’t make me feel like my hearts gonna explode the way it does when I’m around you!!!” You stare at him wide eyed in bewilderment “Eddie.. I don’t.. I’m..” you start to cry again but this time of embarrassment before the first tear even reaches your cheek Eddie steps forward wiping it from below your lower lash & cups your face with both his hands and looks into your eyes. It feels like he’s looking right into your soul brown eyes like hot chocolate keeping you warm like a hug you’d never want to part from. “Jamie… you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my entire life you make me feel things I thought this metal heart of mine would never feel I thought at one point that maybe I was hollow inside that nobody would make me feel things like this & then I walked into that store and I saw the most gorgeous person I’ve ever laid eyes on & I wanted nothing more then to make her mine” he caresses your bottom lip before coming in for the most intimate kiss you’ve ever experienced. To be continued….

[the-sound-of-her-wings]

WIP: Jason Todd Oneshot?

This is repurposed from a rewrite of a different fanfic that I think could probably work as a one shot or like. A short series.

TLDR: You get thrown into Gotham, end up working for Penguin as a singer, end up being Selina's roommate. You've met Jason as the Red Hood. Tonight, he climbs in your window.

Excerpt under the cut, appreciate any feedback and thoughts 🫶

The nightmares, it seemed, were in escapable. You sigh, throwing the blankets off of your body and slipping into your newly purchased slippers. You heads downstairs, pouring yourself of cup of water and throwing it in the microwave. You rummage through the kitchen cabinets, moving Selina’s stack of tea out of the way to reach the box of hot chocolate mix. You head back to the microwave, careful to shut it off before it finishes as to not awaken the entire house. You add the mix to the packet, stirring it with a spoon, and heads back upstairs.

You've barely set foot in the door when you notice a familiar red figure lingering at your window, “Red?” You whisper.

“Hey, sweetheart. Mind if I come in?” He asks.

“Are you a vampire or something? Can’t enter uninvited?” You reply, a small smile on your lips, your free hand resting on your hip. You close the door behind you with your foot.

He huffs as he climbs through the window, “You shouldn’t sleep with the window open. You could catch a cold, or worse.” A deliberate avoidance of the question, just like his father taught him. He shuts it behind him, locking the chill of winter outside.

“Or worse.” You repeat, taking a step forward and a sip of your hot chocolate, “Like strange men climbing in my window with unclear motives?” You tease, walking around the bed to meet him by the windowsill.

Jason’s finger traces your arm, “Missed you.” He murmurs, “Wanted to see you.”

“You could’ve dropped by the Lounge.” You reply, allowing him to caress your arm. Your skin reacts to the continuous touch, goosebumps forming on your shoulders.

“You were busy. Didn’t want to interrupt.” He replies, pulling his hand away from you.

You raise the cup to your lips, hiding your disappointed sigh by swallowing more of your drink.

The truth, you know, is that he didn’t want to see his older brother around you. Didn’t want to know what you would sing to him, didn’t want to see how the two of you would interact, didn’t want to feel jealous. Jason spent years in Dick’s shadow only to die there. And when he came back, he’d been replaced.

“I would have made time for you,” You respond, placing the cup of hot chocolate on your nightstand. Would have preferred to spend the time with him, if you were being honest.

“It went well?” He asks.

“It did. Dick is… charming. Beautiful. Any girl would be lucky to have him.” You recall, remembering the night. Dick’s eyes sparkled the purest blue. He had a laugh like a warm summer breeze, like an ocean wave breaking on the shore. The perfect man, some would say. “But he’s not my type.”

Because, at the end of the day, Richard Grayson is not perfect. As a child, he was wild, reckless, and angry. So angry that he tried to avenge his parents’ death by killing their murderer. So angry he began fighting crime. So angry that he yelled and screamed and fought Bruce over petty things, over big things, sometimes just to have an excuse to fight. He’s grown since then. He’s now a man who knows how to manage that anger, who takes on the role of father and older brother and uncle and whatever else he needs to be because there are more important things than his emotions.

He is Dorian Grey personified.

“I thought you couldn’t love a man you can’t look in the eye,” Jason’s hands remain at his side, the white eyes of his red mask seeming to bore into your soul.

You did say that, at first. Because you were scared, because part of you can't help but look at him and think of the thousands of people who voted for him to die. Because you don't want to hurt him if you leave.

You smile, a small, pathetic sort of smile, “Everybody lies.”

Jason chuckles and your heart flutters. You stand there, dumbly, staring up at him and waiting for him to do or say something, forgetting that you too have hands and a mouth. Jason begins to slowly peel his jacket off, revealing an shirt identical to the one she you last saw him in. As he slowly takes off his gloves, pulling at each finger, he says, “I hear you wear my jacket often. Heard you wore it tonight.”

“I never leave home without it.” You reply, twiddling your thumbs, “I feel safe when I wear it.” You add, sheepishly.

Jason makes a noise in his throat, one so primal that you know it must have turned him on, must have satisfied his possessive nature. He reaches out with his right hand, his calloused finger tips running up your neck. Your skin reacts to the touch, gentle but full of desire, sending a pleased shiver throughout your body. His fingers stop when they reach your chin, the index, middle and ring hooking into the curve, the middle stretching ever so slightly so that it grazes your lower lip.

“Tell me what you want to do,” He whispers.

[batchilla]

UNO REVERSE Rae did a breakdown of her favorite parts of my fic. It made me feel positive feelings. How Dare. I will have vengeance. SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO PREPARE FOR GLORIOUS VENGEANCE @heavysighing-dreamyeyes:

"Jason Todd claws his way back to you. Through the haze of the Lazarus Pit and the aching in his bones,"

WHAT A START??? the visual? the way you describe resurrection as painful and leaving him bone tired and what makes it worth it isn't a second chance at life but a second chance to love you? AHHHH

"Sometimes he doesn't feel right being there."

oh that ... that hits something in my heart. Baby boy you dying was a tragedy and we are so, so, so happy that you came back, even if you don't think your family is.

"He knows in what's left of his soul he came back for this. For you."

cut to me staring into the middle distance and wanting to be loved that deeply holy shit. Just ... the way you describe the depth of his affection is masterful and I hope you know that. It manages to be so ... simply put yet simultaneously perfect. All the awards. Also, what's LEFT of his soul? such a sad yet beautiful insight into how he sees who he's become. In his mind death didn't change him, it destroyed him, and he's the ruin and rubble that remains and I am UNWELL.

"He swears in that moment he'll keep proving he is. That he deserves to come home to you."

Excuse me??? Jason Todd inferiority complex I will duel you to the death. Its such good soup, pour it in my mouth till my fucking throat burns. Look. I'm not saying this line served as major inspiration for my Knight Jason. Except that I am. Honestly this entire fic but this line in PARTICULAR.

his henchman, don't understand what they have, what you are to him. They don't know that you're not to be touched, not to be bothered or harmed or frightened. How could they? He was so careful.

Well. Okay. Thats... fine and I am normal about it. Jason has effectively protected you so well that he's come in a circle. Also... Just again. The guard dog energy. The devotion. The protectiveness and the willingness to cross any and all lines for her. So normal about that. HNNNNG.

"He doesn't really remember what happens between finding out you were gone to the next moment you have your arms around him."

call an ambulance I am having a heart attack. Brutal, efficient, and endlessly loving towards his chosen people? dead. Cancel the ambulance call the morgue.

"He registers the smell of iron in his nose, the soft murmurs you're whispering into his hair. He's kneeling on the ground, crumpled over, shaking. His face is against your neck, tracking the beats of your pulse, his arms around your waist, holding you so close he's not sure where he ends and you begin. Is he holding you too tight? Is he hurting you? Are you hurt?"

Batchilla! I hear you say! you just copy pasted an entire paragraph! YES I DID. It's a wonderful description of post fight Jason and the smell of iron is so good a sensory description and the idea that he's scared to hold you as if you'd break? Cancel the morgue this resurrected me.

"He thinks he might be crying behind his mask."

rabid. Let me take it off and kiss his cheeks till the tear tracks are gone. please. it would fix me.

"He knows he needs to get you out of here, bring you back to the apartment you share. Beg you not to go and not to be afraid of him."

No one thinks Jason is a monster more then Jason and no one disagrees more then the reader and I am SCREAMING.

"the only light he knows."

Well. That hurt. See you in 3-5 business days when I emotionally recover.

Let Him Be Worthy

Jason Todd claws his way back to you. Through the haze of the Lazarus Pit and the aching in his bones, he drags himself all the way back to Gotham and into your arms.

Sometimes he doesn't feel right being there. His hands feel too big, his legs too long. But when you guide him to the couch, put his head in your lap to play with his hair while humming soothing melodies? He knows in what's left of his soul he came back for this. For you.

If he remembered how to cry he would when you clean the blood from his hands, so gentle and careful like you're afraid he'll break. He doesn't understand why you do that. He's the one that breaks things. Not you. Never you.

You don't run, don't shy away or scream in terror when he tells you what he is now. What he'll always be. What he does when he leaves your bed cold at night. You smile at him, instead. You cup his face like he's something special. He swears in that moment he'll keep proving he is. That he deserves to come home to you.

He'd burn Gotham to the ground for you. Lay siege to anything that stands between you and him.

He wants– needs you safe. He's so careful, so diligent about never letting what he does under Gothams moonlight go back to you in any way.

That's why when Black Mask gets his hands on you, he sees red. Black Mask, his henchman, don't understand what they have, what you are to him. They don't know that you're not to be touched, not to be bothered or harmed or frightened. How could they? He was so careful. But it's so easy to be in the wrong place at the wrong time in Gotham. To step into the wrong store. Walk on the wrong street. Become an innocent victim in a game you didn't even know was being played.

He doesn't really remember what happens between finding out you were gone to the next moment you have your arms around him. He knows he felt the crunching of bones beneath his hands, the heat of blood not his own seep into his armor and gloves.

He registers the smell of iron in his nose, the soft murmurs you're whispering into his hair. He's kneeling on the ground, crumpled over, shaking. His face is against your neck, tracking the beats of your pulse, his arms around your waist, holding you so close he's not sure where he ends and you begin. Is he holding you too tight? Is he hurting you? Are you hurt?

He moves to pull away, scared to break you, scared to leave blood on you, to make you fear him, to drive you away. You pull him back against you.

He thinks he might be crying behind his mask. But you're here. And you're safe. You're tracing lines up and down his back. Telling him that it's okay. He's okay. You're okay.

You're surrounded by bodies. He's not sure if they're knocked out or dead. He knows he needs to get you out of here, bring you back to the apartment you share. Beg you not to go and not to be afraid of him.

But he just needs one more moment. One more minute in the comfort of your touch. Just one more second in warmth you always bring, in the only light he knows.

[pennzance]

Ghostbusters: Port Huron (Episode 17)

Episode 17: Avoca Redux

September 21st, 1998

Incident report by Eric

Ah, milk runs. That’s the name for the routine calls, a term we picked up from Amber. Simple jobs, the everyday work. And on familiar ground, no less. The house in Avoca, my first report.

Okay, so it turns out the big purple slime thing we caught here is what’s known as a ‘free repeater.’ In Ghostbusting terms, it refers to an entity that keeps coming back, usually because it’s a symptom of some other issue. Our purple slime guy proved to be one of those, driving the poor couple we… inconvenienced last time quickly out of the property. It helps that they got just a whole bunch of money from us for the damage we did last time. I never got a thank you note for that. I think they moved to Lapeer. Anyways…

The Avoca house hasn’t been big on our radar for a while. We visited it twice more after my last report, both times to bust the ghost again and try and identify the cause of its repetitions. Today, however, its going to serve a different purpose: a fine introduction to the job for our new part-timers.

This is great. I’ve been in a few D&D groups where we introduced new players to the group by revisiting old adventure locations and this is that, but in real life and no real physical danger. Big, purple and slimy is an unruly and rude little pus, but he’s not the ‘throw sharp objects’ kind of violent. Just to keep things simple, I left my Proton Gauntlet back in PoHo. Classic busting times.

Jason is a lot like I was the first time out; skeptical that there’s anything to this job aside from talking to some crazies and putting minds at ease. I’m looking forward to his initial reaction. Kelly is a different problem. To start with, she is constantly both distracted and distracting. I told her four or five times to zip her jumpsuit up all the way, and all that did was make her flirt with me. Not entirely unpleasant, but not what the day was about.

It was sort of sad to see the Avoca house be empty of human life. The last time I had been out here it was to trap the slimer so the young couple could finish moving out. He kept scaring them away from their kitchenware. I did that job solo, so this was going to be a cakewalk. I stayed by the Ecto-908 and showed them how to power up their equipment, and then sort of intentionally sabotaged them by handing Kelly the PKE Meter, almost exclusively for my own amusement.

“Go get it.” I said.

“I just wave this around until it beeps?” Kelly asked, and a small part of my dark soul sang with delight.

“Sure,” I told her with a smile.

Jason looked a little uneasy. Possibly my face had given away something, but they both went into the house, stepping a little less cautiously than they probably should have. I looked at my watch and made a bet with myself. Ten minutes before I heard a scream, and I’d buy them ice cream on the way home. Five and I’d buy them dinner.

Seven minutes and forty-two seconds. That’s how long it took.

The first scream came from the second floor, generally the slimer’s preferred hangout so I had sort of expected that. What I didn’t expect was for Kelly to come crashing through the window and onto the roof trying to get away from it. I caught sight of the thing as it came to the window, slime pouring out of its mouth, and I think it saw me because it instantly darted back inside. A minute later Jason came sprinting out of the front door as Kelly sobbed on the roof.

“We found it,” Jason told me, his face a few shades paler than before.

“So I see,” I replied, trying very hard not to smile. I was failing.

“We left the traps in the car,” Jason said.

“Oh, no, did we?” I feigned shock. “I’m SO sorry. Here, I’ll get the trap ready, and you go help Kelly off the roof.”

“Um,” Jason said, looking around, “do we have a ladder?”

“Ladders aren’t standard equipment, I’m afraid. You’ll have to go up there and get her from the window.” I was so happy I had turned around, fake rummaging in the Ecto-908 for the trap because I was grinning so hard my face hurt. I took a few deep breaths to contain myself as Jason went back inside. For a little while, the only noise I could hear was Kelly’s manic, hyperventilating sobs.

I sauntered inside the house myself with the trap, powering up my own pack just for show. The floor was a mess. The slimer had been all over the house in the absence of living tenants, and the place was a mess. I heard a thump from upstairs as Jason brought Kelly back inside.

Then there was another scream that got muffled. I heaved a sigh and went up the stairs. The upstairs hallway was full of activity, with Kelly on the ground thrashing around while the purple slimer drooled all over her, and Jason frozen in terror, just watching this all unfold. I put the trap down, kicked it over near Kelly, and zapped the slimer with the Proton Pack. I talked through what I was doing as a learning experience, guiding the ghost over the trap with the confinement stream, opening the trap with the step-pedal, and taking off the stream as the ghost was sucked up.

Jason helped Kelly to her feet. She was covered in slime. I cracked a smile as she complained that it was seeping into her underwear. “That’s why you zip the jumpsuit up all the way,” I told her. “Come on, we’ve got towels in the Ecto-908. I’ll get you guys some ice cream.”

I called the realtor on the sign in front of the house when I got back to the office and told her about the ghost. Her tone of voice on the phone with me told me she was aware, and when I offered our services to investigate the cause of the repeater she declined. She mentioned that she might take us up on that later but heading into October she wanted to monetize the property as a haunted house. I wished her luck and filed my report.

End of report.

ADDITIONAL: I’ve had a talk with Kelly about what kind of undergarments are appropriate and preferred for Ghostbusting. I’ve also had a long talk with her about makeup, which kinds are ecto-soluble and which ones aren’t. We also spoke at length about appropriate behavior on the job. She might have heard some, all, or none of it, but I at least tried. I also spoke severely with Eric about forgetting the camera he was supposed to bring on this job. For official reasons, of course. – Amber.

[linuxgamenews]

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[yourmomxx]

The Batboys and…

(basically just some extremely random headcanons)

♡ … Music

Dick Grayson: Cassettes (he makes his own Mixtapes)

Jason Todd: Vinyls, but uses AirPods when he’s out

Tim Drake: Uses wired Headphones (for the aesthetic), he also has and uses an MP3-Player

Damian Wayne: Spotify Premium and Air Pods Pro

♡ … Music Taste

Dick Grayson: ABBA, Queen, Billy Joel, Disney Musicals, Taylor Swift

Jason Todd: Hozier, Panic!At the Disco, Mitski, The Neighborhood, Lana del Rey

Tim Drake: Arctic Monkeys, Nirvana, Mitski, Doja Cat (also his guilty pleasure is Did I Mention from Descendants)

Damian Wayne: Classical Music, Ruelle, Mitski

♡ … Cat or Dog Person

Dick Grayson: Dog Person

Jason Todd: Dog Person

Tim Drake: Both but more of a Cat Person

Damian Wayne: “Oh you’re an animal within my seeing range, I WILL take you home with me”-Person

♡ … Sitcoms

Dick Grayson: Brooklyn 99

Jason Todd: New Girl

Tim Drake: How I met your Mother

Damian Wayne: The Office

♡ … Bragging Rights

Dick Grayson: I’m the OG Robin. And the oldest.

Jason Todd: Yeah, but I died

Tim Drake: Ra’s Al Ghul said I was a better detective than Batman himself

Damian Wayne: I’m the blood son

♡ … their Villain Bestie

Dick Grayson: Harley Quinn

Jason Todd: Killer Frost

Tim Drake: Poison Ivy

Damian Wayne: Killer Croc

♡ … Cooking Skills

Dick Grayson: probably can cook but doesn’t really, but he pours his heart and soul into making a PBJ

Jason Todd: when he cooks he’s a “go big or go home”-type, but mostly he doesn’t have time to do major cooking

Tim Drake: is banned from the kitchen for three turtle’s lifetimes

Damian Wayne: Probably familiar with the basics, but he’s used to someone cooking for him

♡ … Lover Song

Dick Grayson: Lover

Jason Todd: Paper Rings

Tim Drake: Cruel Summer

Damian Wayne: The Archer

♡ … things I have said

Dick Grayson: I have known my entire life that I was bi, I just never knew if it was bisexual, bipolar, or just a bitch.

Jason Todd: Sometimes I take people out to eat, sometimes I eat them out, it’s whatever-

Tim Drake: My room decor is a mix of ikea-core and gay.

Damian Wayne: I hate humanity and everything it stands for.

[melony-lemony]

do people just. forget how nice Bruce is

he has literally done so much

and he may be strict as batman, but he's strict with the justice league too, because he has too, no one else would, and if no one else did they would all fucking die

when I say he makes mistakes I mean not communicating clearly with dick and Jason, making dick feel like he was replaced even though that wasnt his intention, making Jason feel like joker was more important even though that wasnt his intention

Bruce adopted Jason not because he was looking for a new partner, a new kid, but because he saw a kid who needed help and also a need to do more than they're capable of and he can't just leave him be

he does the same to dick, he's not adopting dick to replace his parents, not adopting Jason go replace dick, not adopting Tim to replace Jason

Jason doesn't know yet why Bruce couldn't kill, but he does now

and it pisses me off when people portray Bruce as a shitty person, as a shitty dad

because he's not, and the animated stuff shows that perfectly

kid shows are usually better because they're not shying away from vulnerability and being NICE

I'm all for darker shows but I'm getting really tired of edgy and "mature" content with no emotion other than rage and anger

but that's not what batman is god fucking damnit

and I hate that some of the comics and games and movies fuels this fucking misconception of batman

to throw away Bruce's empathy, his kindness and compassion, is like throwing away his entire fucking character

batman is great BECAUSE of his contradictions, human yet strong, feared yet respected, violent but gentle, striking fear into the criminals of Gotham but providing comfort to the innocent, that is what makes him great.

why do you fucking think he's doing this?????? do you really think he would pour his heart and fucking soul just because ohh haha punching bad guys bad coping mechanism no it's because he fucking CARES. he pours his heart and soul into saving Gotham because he fucking cares. both as Bruce and as batman, he knows he can't do some stuff just as Bruce, on the side of law, because of his fragile public image, and he can't do everything as batman, sometimes he would need to go by the law to fully help, both sides of him are still him, both sides of him are compassionate and full of kindness and he does NOT FUCKING HELP AND LOVE AND CARE JUST FOR SOME IGNORANT FUCKS TO THINK HES AN UNFEELING COLD HEARTED PERSON.

the reason he's doing this at first is because of his parents, his parents goal were always to make Gotham a better place, and he wants to continue his mission, he did not fucking master everything for 17 years just for you fucks to think this doesn't matter to him. that Gotham doesn't matter to him. that the people doesn't matter to him. that he doesn't care. he didnt think so far to keep the justice league safe and for the kids he saved to not fear him just for you to think he's a violent man beating peace of shit. he did not fucking take in kids who needed a parental figure in their lives, who needed to do things more than they can right now, who would do things they would surely regret in the future, or who would turn out much worse without him, just for you to fucking think that he would abuse them and treat them like garbage.

batman isn't fucking crazy. he isn't unhinged. he's not punch first ask later. dude if he could he fucking would solve things out peacefully and by the law as Bruce but he fucking can't. he's literally THE FUCKING BRAINS OF JUSTICE LEAGUE. AND YOU THINK HES VIOLENT???? the reason people think he's oOoo sO viOlEnt IS BECAUSE HE NEEDS TO PUT IN MORE FUCKING EFFORT TO TAKE DOWN HIS ENEMIES. HE CAN'T JUST NONCHALANTLY DEFLECT BULLETS LIKE SUPERMAN. HE CANT JUST STRIKE FEAR INTO CRIMINALS BECAUSE THEY FEAR HIS POWERS BECAUSE HE HAS NONE. HES SO VIOLENT BECAUSE HE NEEDS TO BE. HE CANT JUST WALK UP TO SOME PEOPLE AND TAKE THE GUN OUT OF THEIR HANDS AND BE LIKE LOL SCRAM. HE NEEDS TO ACTUALLY TAKE THEM DOWN??? USING STEALTH??? AND INTELLIGENCE??? AND PLANNING??? HE DOESNT FUCKING BEAT DOWN EVERYONE??? MAYBE MAKE THEM UNCONSCIOUS YEAH BUT HES ONLY VIOLENT TO PEOPLE WHOS LITERALLY TRYING TO KILL HIM?????

BATMAN ISN'T GOING TO FUCKING LOSE IT AT THE NEXT SECOND, ONE OF HIS STRENGTHS IS HIS AMAZING GODDAMN SELF CONTROL AND WILL. HES MUCH MORE SANE THAN WHAT PEOPLE THINK.

do you REALLY fucking think that Alfred would let Bruce fucking abuse his kids.

do you REALLY fucking think that Bruce would adopt these kids just for him to ruin their fucking lives?

Bruce did not fucking give rogues a second chance at life, to just want the best for them, to want the best for his children, to give a support group for the adult heroes and give them resources they couldn't have on their own, to use his riches to make Gotham a better place, who uses his strength and intelligence to save people, just for you all to fucking talk shit about him

people fucking forget that Bruce doesn't want his kids to be crimefighting, that without him they would all be fucking dead in an alley anyways, dick would be stuck in a fucking system that doesn't care about him, and if he finds out who his parents killers are, would foolishly think he can take them down, but he fucking can't, and Jason was a crime alley kid, he would get stuck in a middle of something and fucking die a meaningless death with no one to fucking care for him, Tim would be stuck with his parents negligence, until the future, with no siblings no father no grandfather to care for him, until he had to take over his parents job, until he had to die living a life he did not enjoy. Stephanie would've suffered because she had a fucking villain as her dad, she would receive consequences no matter the fucking outcome. Cassandra is even worst, being abused by your parents who are the world's best assassin is going to fucking suck obviously and she would've been another fucking assassin and done so much worse if bruce wasn't there. dick would've ran off and try to avenge his parents anyways, except he doesn't have any training and will get himself killed. Bruce begged Tim to not become a robin, not after Jason's death, not after he lost his son.

he's not forcing any of his kids to be a vigilante, it's the fucking opposite of that

he's just so kind and I wish more people saw that

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Batfam hcs pt. 10

Tim and Steph are always partners at just dance and their go to song to do is Bad Romance (when patrol gets too slow they will preform this song on the rooftop of some abandoned building)

I'm gonna tell you what is their go to karaoke song:

Bruce: Hotel California by Eagles. It's a classic everyone knows the song. His voice it's not too bad he can keep up with the tune.

Dick: "Oops I Did It Again" by Britney Spears. With the choreography and all. He can do this with his eyes closed, easy peasy. He can sing decent.

Tim: "Gotta Go My Own Way" by Troy and Gabriella. He can do this with someone else or he can sing the two parts. He loves the drama of this song. Has a horrible voice though.

Duke: "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley. Will rickroll everyone on purpose and he does it with gusto. Sings kinda okay, a bit off tune because he's laughing his ass off.

Steph: "Love You Like a Love Song" by Selena Gomez. She has a decent voice but never takes karaoke serious (like certain someone. cough tim cough.)

Cass: "Dancing Queen" by ABBA. And it's amazing she has te pretties voice in the family and it shows.

Jason: "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen. And he fucking nails it. The range, the different voices, everything. He pours his entire soul. No one knew he could sing.

Alfred: "My Way" by Frank Sinatra. With a whiskey in the rocks in his hand. He sings amazing like everything he does. Everyone is clapping by the end of the song.

Damian: "How Far I'll Go" from Moana. Zero explonation, he loves that movie and does an excellent job, has a pretty good voice.

Bruce always carries snacks but they are not your typical snacks, kinda inconvenient but they're packed with protein. Ex.: a can of chickpeas or pinto beans. Chicken jerky or a tupperware with just a piece of boiled chicken breast. A protein shake but it's just nuts and greek yogurt. Dead ass a single hardboiled egg. The kids just know not to ask him or mention that they are hungry because then they would get lectures about this is real food and not to get close to the vending machine and they have to eat it because bruce is very persuasive.

They all would pull the "is it because I'm adopted?" card on Bruce to get away with things (except Damian and he hates this)