#jason todd is not red hood

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #23: The Custody Battle Turned Romance

A freshly resurrected Jason is found by Single Dad Danny raising a de-aged Dan and Dani who goes "surely one more kid can't hurt?" and takes him in. Danny helps him deal with his catatonia, trauma amnesia, and other side effects of being undead without the need for a Lazarus Pit.

He takes the kid to a therapist Jazz recommended and supports him thoughout his recovery. They did some bloodwork and found out pretty early on he was The Jason Todd-Wayne but then he decided not to reach out and let Jason decided what he wanted once he was recovered.

Danny, Ellie and Jordan love and treat him like family in a way he's never quite had before even with Bruce. They’re just so open and honest about their feelings and never make him feel out of place. So when Danny ask if he’d like to reconnect with the Waynes or stay with the them, Jason chooses to stay with them.

The world has moved on around them, and so has the Batfam. Jason knows about Tim (and talked through his feelings in therapy). He knows about the foundation Bruce created in his memory and the way he very publicly grieved. He witnessed the news over Nightwing nearly beating the Joker to death. He knows enough to decided it’s better to let the dead remain dead. Instead, he becomes Jason Nightingale, eldest adopted son of a mechanic in the Narrows. The family welcomes him with open arms officially accepting him as a brother and son.

Danny supports Jason to finish his high school and college education and Jason decides to be a doctor as an homage to Thomas Wayne and aspires open a free clinic like Leslie Thompkins. They get his death certificate revoked under circumstances of resurrection (which is a thing that actually exists in public documents due to the resurrections that tend to happen in the DC universe) and legally adopt him so that he can go back to school. However, Batman monitors public records to a degree and this gets flagged in the system bc it’s Jason’s death certificate.

Suspicious, but optimistic Bruce informs the rest of the family what he has found out and ask them to come as back up for when he goes to find Jason. He’s investigated and is sure that the family who helped rehabilitate Jason is clean and nice people but he wants his son back. They others also wanna see Jason but are worried if this is a good idea since Jason hasn’t reach out himself and there is paperwork for an adoption in the system. But Bruce decides to track them down anyway.

Bruce shows up as the Nightingale’s door and asks to see Jason. Danny, sympathetic, agrees on the condition Jason wants to see him. Jason is hesitant, but decided it would be good way for both of them to get closure and agrees. Bruce and Jason have a tearful reunion and a long heartfelt conversation at the end of which Bruce says “Let’s go home son”. To which Jason has to awkwardly break it to him, but he has no intention of leaving the Nightingale’s and returning to the Manor. He lets him know that he’s open to meeting the rest of the family at least once more but that Danny is his dad now and Ellie and Jordan are his little siblings.

Bruce is devastated.

He lets the rest of the family know and they all make their visits while Bruce wallows in despair. Normally he wouldn let it go, but he just can’t stand to lose Jason another time. So he decides to take Danny to court in the hopes of getting visitation rights if not split custody.

It’s one of the weirdest cases to hit the Gotham courts: two dads who were never together in any capacity but aren’t antagonistic of each other, are trying to come to a custody agreement over their adopted resurrected child in family court.

Over the course of the court case Bruce sees what a good dad Danny is and bonds with his two “bio” kids. Meanwhile Danny gets to meet Dick, Tim, and Cass (Bruce’s legal kids as of rn) and gets to talk to them about their experiences with Bruce and how much they want to form/reform relationships with Jason. They do form a healthy respect for each other, and accept each other’s places in Jason’s life.

Court case ends up working out in favor of Danny. It’s split custody but he gets custody of Jason majority of the time (as per Jason’s own wishes) and Bruce and the Wayne's still have partial custody and open contact with the Nightingales.

Over the years kids all start to see each other as siblings and both Bruce and Danny as their dads. By the time Damian shows up Bruce and Danny have been functionally co-parenting each others kids for years. They provide support to each other’s kids that the other parent may not be well equipped to, but helping each other improve.

When Damian does arrive his superiority complex is quickly curbed and Bruce puts him into counseling on Danny and Jason’s recommendation. It takes a while, but Damien slowly finally opens up and gets to act like a real kid. Ellie and Jordan, who are around the same age (maybe a bit younger?), love having him over to roughhouse and play princesses/knights/dragons (but with politics and consequences). Sometimes they’ll go out and trick people into thinking they’re triplets.

It’s actually Damien who first suggests parent-trapping Bruce and Danny so that they can be one big family. He obviously gets Dan and Ellie to agree first. Then the three of them bag Tim and Cass. The five of them approach Dick next. Jason is actually the hardest to convince but the manage to get his approval. Thus, these guys try to set up the Oblivious Danny and the Emotionally Constipated Bruce.

And for Flavor, just when it looks like they’re about to get together, one of their past love interests comes into the mix, re-entering their parents’ live just to stir the pot. (Which ex is up to your imagination: Sam, Talia, Val, Selina, Tucker, Wes, Minhkhoa, Harvey)

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Date of creation: 03.02.2024

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[haruu-luv]

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

Wild Eyes

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Rogues

Summary: This is an AU where Jason ends up in Peña Dura with Bane after stowing away on a boat trying to escape Gotham.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Bane DC, Jason Todd, Birdy, Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Parent Bane (DCU), Canon Divergent AU, Father-Son Relationship, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Unconventional Families, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Chapter One: Peña Dura

I was twenty-two when someone smuggled a castaway into my home. The prison. He was a child. Most men would've thought the child was better off dead, but I thought differently. If he could survive the waters that brought him to Santa Prisca, he'd more than earned the right to receive help. I refused to let him die. "He won't make it through the night," Bird whispered, "I don't know why you waste your time—."

"I spend my days as I please," I whispered as I tended to the child's wounds. "And I disagree... He'll live. You'll see." The child burned with fever, but I would not give up on him.

The child opened his eyes briefly, grabbing my wrist with both hands as he opened his mouth. He wanted to speak to me. Tell me something... But he lost consciousness. He struggled against his sickness for days, and everyone believed he would succumb to his fever. I knew different.

My clothes swallowed him, but I was sure they'd keep him warm through the night. I slept on the floor beside my bed, waking at his every shiver and whine. I woke him up for breakfast and tried to push him to eat. "No—."

"Eat," I commanded. The boy grabbed my wrist with both hands. The look in his eye was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Wild. Untamed. Fierce.

Lightning struck the prison, knocking the power out, and we sat in my cell, staring at one another. His hair plastered against his forehead as illness seeped through his flesh. He wanted to speak. To protest. In the dark of my cell, it was the child's will against my own, and he was unafraid. "Pain," the boy whispered through clenched teeth, and then he released me from his grip. The boy lost consciousness, and my breath returned to me.

"He's not going to make it, Bane," Bird muttered.

"He'll live. I saw it in his eyes," I replied. My eyes were still fixed on the child. "He's stubborn."

And I was right. The boy fought his fever for several days, and on the fourth morning since his arrival, I felt his eyes. I turned to see him standing behind me, reading over my shoulder. "I've read it before... Would you like me to start from the beginning?" I offered. His legs gave, and I caught him. "Sit with me... You're still weak."

He didn't fight with me or protest. Instead, the boy sat quietly on my knee while I read the book aloud from the beginning. Halfway through the first chapter, I received my meal, and we ate together. "I'm Jason… Sorry for eating your food," Jason whispered.

"It's nothing," I replied. Jason was too small to eat a meal by himself. He was no burden to me in that respect.

I liked him. I wanted him to see that. "Where do you come from?"

"Gotham... Where am I?" Jason asked.

"Santa Prisca... Peña Dura," I answered, "You're far from home... When I get to Gotham someday, who should I return you to?"

"I don't have anybody to go home to," Jason mumbled, "But maybe I could show you around when you get there." I smiled.

"I would have it no other way, my friend," I replied.

"What's your name?" Jason asked.

"Bane. What is your name?" I questioned.

"Jason... I'm eleven years old," Jason paused, staring into my eyes before he continued. "And you're the man who saved my life."

"Jason, I didn't do anything. You fought for your life... And you won," I replied.

We talked for hours that day. He told me about movies and music and buildings so ancient, so ornate, and arcane that they seemed like a thing of dreams. Jason intrigued me. I think he intrigued Bird as well. "My church is so huge, and the windows are stained glass... They finally got the bell fixed-. Are you Catholic?" Jason wondered.

"My faith is nothing compared to yours," I replied, "But I suppose I am."

"God doesn't compare... He only loves," Jason whispered. His words were pure. Untainted by ulterior motives or feigned kindness. Jason meant what he said... And it gave me comfort.

*

As the months passed, Jason and I were inseparable. He imitated my behaviors, learned my ways, and with time, I shared my innermost thoughts with him. Jason understood that prison was only a state of mind. He never verbalized this belief, but his actions showed me he could not be imprisoned. Jason was free.

“My church has fruit trees as far as the eye can see and horses roaming free… There’s a lake, and the nuns are all kind. They smile a lot,” Jason whispered.

"My church is a home for all the children the world forgot. My church has no locks or gates. My church is freedom and warmth,” I whispered as Jason curled into a ball beside me. It was a game we played together at night. We described imaginary churches. I suppose most people would’ve thought I kept Jason around as a form of entertainment, but I didn’t. I’d grown to love him as a father would love a son, and I was unwilling to turn him away. He would be beside me in the world I built. He would be the prince of a new era in Gotham. The son they discarded like trash would rise above and become king.

“You don’t belong in prison. You would’ve made a good foster father,” Jason whispered. I looked at him for clarification. “A foster father… When kids lose their parents or when parents lose their kids-. They’re temporary family placements until kids could go home, or sometimes kids that don’t go home get adopted, and the foster family becomes their real family.”

“Could I have been your foster father?” I questioned. “Would you have wanted that?”

“Of course, I would’ve. I would’ve been lucky to have you around. I never would’ve run away if I had somebody like you,” Jason replied, “You’re nicer to me than my father was. Your church sounds like a good foster home...”

“I’d like you to be my son,” I whispered. They were the only words that managed to escape my mouth. Jason looked up at my expression and nodded.

“I’d like you to be my father,” Jason replied, shutting his eyes. I pulled my blanket over his shoulders. “I love you, Bane.”

I swallowed his words. Love. And he meant it. Unselfish love. “And I love you,” I whispered.

Jason drifted away sweetly beside me while I sat beside him, planning. I would rebuild Gotham for both of us. A place where he would never be cold or afraid or forgotten. Gotham would be our church. I moved his curls from his face, watching his expression soften. His chest rose and fell with every breath, and he murmured something in his sleep like a prayer.

[forestgolem]

I just had an idea. What happened if Jason Todd didn't go to Ethiopia to find his birth mother and was subsequently killed, Jason instead talked it out with Bruce and made up with Dick. He then decided that he didn't need his birth mother because he already had a family. So after that, he decides that once he was old enough to become his own hero, he would pass on the title of Robin, which both Dick and Bruce agreed to. So he instead decides that since the mantles name was Robin, why not continue with the bird theme.

So Jason becomes Woodpecker (because you can not tell me that Jason would not use guns anyways and people have mistaken Woodpeckers for the sound of guns), and Dick decides that he likes the bird theme so he goes as Bluejay. So when Tim comes in and becomes Robin and then gives up the mantle to Damien, he becomes Cardinal.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk 😊

(His new name now is Phoenix.)

[fic-ive-read]

Link To The Fic

[pinkiemachine]

I made a thing….

[jellllllo-bowl]

gotham rainy nights

i firmly believe in Duke doing silly things with his power

hiding under your dad's cape when it's pouring outside can be something very special + bat-rain-poncho, several years later

[flyrobinflyy]

NOBODY FUCKING MOVE.

[se-qo]

alfred gave them the sheets

[starspilli]

a little comic for jasons birthday. on being robin & batman and being brave & scared

[abisalli]

All our times have come, here but now they're gone

[haruu-luv]

batman x miraculous

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Wild Eyes

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Rogues

Summary: This is an AU where Jason ends up in Peña Dura with Bane after stowing away on a boat trying to escape Gotham.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Bane DC, Jason Todd, Birdy, Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Parent Bane (DCU), Canon Divergent AU, Father-Son Relationship, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Unconventional Families, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Chapter Two: First Blood

Jason worked beside me every day. If I did one thousand pushups, he did twenty. If I read a novel, Jason sat on my shoulders or on my lap, reading along. If I smiled, he laughed. When I frowned, Jason despaired. He was a true companion. Perhaps more. I did not understand the first thing about the relationship between a father and son, but it must have been close to what I shared with Jason. So, when I was separated from him one afternoon, it shattered my entire world. I dreaded the thought that some careless beast tore my beloved companion from me. I searched frantically for him, shoving men out of my way as I sifted through the crowd. Jason emerged from the shower stalls, fully dressed and soaking wet, with blood on his hands. He staggered forward, and I crouched low enough for him to meet me at eye level. “Jason—?” His face contorted. His features twisted as tears fell from his eyes.

He apologized to me in my language, using words I taught him. “I killed him. I had to… He wanted to kill me,” Jason whispered in Spanish. It was his first blood. He was thirteen then. So small. So pale. His hands were crimson with the evidence of his triumph against his assailant.

“What happened? Did he hurt you?” I asked, pulling at the wet fabric of his clothes to check his skin for injuries. Jason shook his head, and I picked him up. He trembled in my arms as I held him. “Jason, where is he?”

Jason shook his head as he pressed his face into my shoulder. “You can’t hide from this… Tell me where he is, and let me help you,” I whispered, “Trust that I can help.”

“I had to kill him. There was no other way. Please believe—.”

“I do believe you… But I need to see where it happened,” I whispered. I set Jason down, and he swallowed hard, nodding at the horrible reality of what he’d done. Jason reached to run a hand through his hair, but I grabbed his arm. “No, don’t touch your hair.” He nodded and led me to the end stall, where a man lay covered in cuts and scratches. Some wounds were done by Jason’s hands, but others were inflicted by a single knife. “What happened?”

“He said I had to go. I don’t know why he said it, but he started trying to stab me, and I—. Papa, I had to fight,” Jason explained. I nodded.

“It had to be done. Wash your hands,” I commanded. Jason obeyed. It was his first kill but not his last. I told the men it was my doing, but I don’t think they believed it. Jason was subject to attacks and forced separation from me for the next year or so, but I spent all my free time preparing him for the worst. Jason was strong. Stronger than sometimes he believed.

In between those times, we enjoyed new games. Jason stole a flashlight from one of the guards and made shadow puppets for me. Soon, I learned to make my own, and we made shows. “How do you make an elephant again?” I asked. Jason took my hands and gently maneuvered them for me.

“Here you go, Papa,” Jason whispered. Papa. He started calling me that shortly after his twelfth birthday. But he was thirteen now, and he showed no signs of animosity toward me. Jason never blamed me for the violence that constantly threatened to separate us. I noted a new scrape on his chin. “Papa—.”

“Who did this?” I asked.

“Papa, it’s not a problem. I handled it,” Jason replied. I rustled a hand through his mess of curls. Jason shut his eyes and smiled at my display of affection. “Can I ask you something?”

His eyes were full of sadness. “Anything, my friend,” I whispered. Sometimes it shocked me to know how quickly he picked up the language. I let him sit on my knee as I always did before bed.

“What will you do when I get too big to share a bed with you? What if I take up too much space?” Jason questioned.

“There will always be space for you… And if we run out of space, I will make more,” I reassured Jason. He yawned. A good sign. “Time for bed.” Jason groaned, but I knew he meant nothing by it. It was all part of our game.

Jason stood up, and I followed him to bed. Birdy was already asleep on his side of the room. Jason curled between my side and my arm. He was always so cold at first. His hands and feet were frosty to the touch, and it cooled my body being near him. I didn’t mind, though. I always slept better with him beside me. I couldn’t imagine parting from him. But the time would come soon when I needed to fulfill my destiny.

*

When Jason was seventeen, I told him about the final part of my plan. He was no longer small, and I needed him to know we’d only be apart for a while. Jason grew to be quite large and impressive. His shoulders were broad, his weight heavy, and his hands and feet were nearly triple the size of the boy I nursed back to health six years before. Our bed no longer supported our weight, so we slept on the floor. I had never known love like the love I felt for Jason. He was my son in every sense of the word... So as his father, I was willing to kill to build a world worthy enough for him to live in.

“Papa, it’s too dangerous,” Jason whispered in the dead of night as he held my wrist. “Please… There has to be another way out—.”

“Have I ever lied to you?” I asked. Jason shook his head. “I promise we will be together again. We won’t have to part this way again. I need you to keep everyone in line. We will be together again soon, and you won’t have time to miss me.” Jason wanted to cry. I know he did, but I was relieved he held them back for my sake. Had he cried, I would not have been able to speak any further.

“We must be together again soon. You promised me, Papa,” Jason whispered. We shook hands, and he kissed my cheek.

I smiled. “A promise,” I replied. Not even death could’ve kept me from fulfilling my promise to him.

“I’m going to buy you a Triple Belly Flopper when we get there,” Jason grinned, “With the works…”

“I have no idea what that means, but I look forward to it, my dearest friend,” I replied. Jason chuckled.

“I’ll show you when we get there, Papa,” Jason answered. I grabbed his face with both hands and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be okay.” Jason nodded at me. I needed him to tell me that. I needed it more than he would ever know.

[ultimate-marysue]

It's raining nonstop where I am so I'm just picturing the Batfam during a flood.

Red Robin uploads a TikTok from the safety of a roof saying "watch him go!" As Red Hood keeps trying to drive his bike against the current. A big wave comes by and he's slowly dragged downhill. The caption reads "don't drive during floods".

Batman and Robin are on the ground helping civilians out of cars when the intensity doubles and in minutes Damian goes from wading knee deep in the water to swimming. The emergency batfloaties get triggered and he floats away as Bruce fails to grab him by half an inch. "Robin serenely drifting in the current" becomes a meme.

Someone takes a picture of a very flustered spoiler trying to squeeze the water out of her cape. The second she lets go the weight of the water makes her fall ass over backwards. Black Bat ends up giving her her waterproof cape.

Signal makes mirages of sharks in the water to scare the shit out of any criminals. Oracle uploads the recordings with Benny hill as background music. Bludhaven escapes the worst of the storm and Nightwing sends pictures to the group chat patting the barely wet concrete just to rub it in. He still slips on a puddle and eats shit, Barbara sends that to the group chat.