#jason todd is tired

[phantomskeep]

I missed WIP Wednesday SOBS. So, have a belated WIP... Friday? All are from Putting the Fun Back in Funeral, my lovely Dead on Main fic <3

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The two brothers ate in silence for a little while, Jason fully expecting Dick to start up conversation again. For now, though, he basked in the presence of his older brother. It was almost like they were years younger, Jason still struggling to find his place within the small family and Dick fighting to keep his own. They had a rocky start, at first. With Bruce and his first ward fighting at almost every opportunity, it had reminded Jason a bit too much of Willis and Catherine’s screaming matches, back when Willis wasn’t in jail and Catherine hadn’t succumbed to her illness. Everything had seemed better for a while, when Dick handed down the Robin colors after Jason and Bruce’s many attempts to figure out the younger’s sidekick identity. Of course, as per Todd luck, everything seemed to have gone rapidly downhill after that.

“Jase,” a toe poked his thigh. “I hope you know I’m glad you’re back.”

Jason swallowed heavily, gaze turned down to where Dick’s socked foot was gently resting. It was familiar position the two had, with the older doing whatever he had to do in order to remind himself that Jason was here. That he was alive, not six feet under and stuffed in a too-expensive coffin. Something grounding for both of them - to remind each other that no matter what, they were brothers again. 

“Yeah,” Jason managed to choke out. He lifted a hand, resting his large palm on top of Dick’s muscular ankle. “Yeah, I’m glad I’m back too.”

Neither needed an explanation to what Jason meant. Instead the younger hurriedly turned on The Never Ending Story so the brothers didn’t have to acknowledge the tangled emotions between them.

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Unlike the last time Danny had entered the Ghost Zone, he was not greeted with the sight of lines of ghosts waiting for him. The area surrounding the Fenton Portal was void of any denizens of the Realms. It wasn’t something that was inherently odd- in the years before Danny was crowned many ghosts avoided passing by the unnatural portal. But it still sat oddly with the halfa, despite how it shouldn’t.

As the young king traveled towards his Keep, he felt the air around him shift. It became lighter, less oppressed. Green eyes caught on the colorful forms of his people as Danny effortlessly moved through the green-coated dimension. A few of the ghosts waved or bowed as their King passed them, prompting Danny to greet them in return. It put a small smile on his young face, gently easing him out of the funk seeing his parents put him in.

Minutes passed without Danny noticing as he ducked and swerved between various ghosts and structures. The closer he got to his new lair the more populated the Zone seemed to become. Small, floating islands seemingly appeared overnight with colorful stalls built on top of them. Undead vendors of all shapes and sizes occupied them, some shouting out their wares and others content to wait until others approached them. Strung between the uneven islands were bright fairy lights, flickering gently against the pale green void.

The Ghost King floated up to hover before a string of lights. His face was a perfect picture of awe as he reached a gloved finger out to poke at the little flower-shaped bulb before him. The small petaled light reminded Danny of Sam, making his young heart ache with the thought of the friends he left behind. When his finger connected to the tiny object a pulse of purple echoed across the great green expanse around him. Excited chattering erupted around him and Danny couldn’t help but gape as flora gently grew over the exposed rock surfaces, roots tangling underneath the bellies of the islands in intricate patterns.

Danny let out a small laugh, spinning upwards to hover over the marketplace, watching in fascination as various plants sprouted over the rocky outcrops like a gentle wave. His people cheered and he witnessed a young ghostling happily pick a tiny daisy from the ground, spinning to present it to their guardian who took the flower with a grin.

Contentedness flowed over the white-haired man as he followed the surging greenery towards the castle he could just barely see in the haze of the Zone. The Keep, Danny noted, had changed greatly from the last time he was there. Gone were the ugly reds that once stained the ancient bricks. Instead the walls were washed in a calming blue tone that seemed to sparkle like the first icicles of winter. The harsh, aggressive architecture of the Keep was slowly being rebuilt by the Zone herself - the structure was shifting, bringing in the precariously hanging towers to more gently branch off the main structure. Danny happily noted the large stained glass windows that were gently forming alongside the castle’s walls as he flew underneath the gaping entrance to the belly of the Keep.

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Only Jason's POV has been beta'ed so far, so please excuse any mistakes! This chapter is the longest one yet - sitting at roughly 8k right now, but I'm still writing the last POV. The final product should be around 10k or so? But I'm honestly not too sure haha. This has been a very hard chapter to write and I'm soooo happy it's almost done! Then the fun really begins >:)

Hope you all enjoyed the late WIP day ^-^

[marskiiii]

TOOK FOREVER BUT SOOOOOO WORTH IT!

aka mY IDEAL BATFAM UNIVERSE TYVMUCHBYEEE

[wellensittich01]

Dick 9 times out of 10 failing to hide a severe injury from the rest of the batfam because without fail when he’s tired or drugged or generally not firing on all cylinders his native accent comes out as thick as the day he met Bruce.

- - -

Bruce: Dick come down for a check up I saw you take that hit for Tim.

Dick, halfway towards the cave exit and still going, in the quietest voice possible: im fine

Bruce: Say squirrel and you can leave.

Dick:

Bruce:

Jason:

Tim:

Damien:

Dick: …skweeerrehl.

Jason: Get him boys.

[redsray]

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

As Bruce grows older into his 50's or 60's the paparazzi and people crowding him becomes less and he thinks that people have finally decided that Bruce is too old to be attractive or mainstream and he's actually super fine with it and makes jokes( more like sarcastic remarks) about it. But in reality they've grown more freaky cause instead of looking wrinkly and a sappy old man the level of cunt he serves grows everyday,he doesn't look like a snack he looks like a buffet, 13 year olds are using his pics as the cover pages of their mafia wattpad stories, he looks majestic, absolute dilf, we don't talk about the amount of tags he's birthed just by ageing on ao3, and hes still an absolute UNIT, the reason he's not heard about it yet cause the batkids are blocking the shit OUT with all of their will and strength cause it doesn't matter if all of them are full grown adults they're still all like-THATSMYDADGETAWAYFROMHIMHEDOESN'THAVETIMEFORYOUHESBUSYBEINGOURDAD

[waveoftheocean]

wahoo finished this in time for superbat week day 5: tired dads!!

[londrya]

*The kitchen in Wayne Manor*

Clark, drinking a coffee: And then I was like, i don't need....

Jon walking in, not fully awake yet: Morning...

Clark: Morning? What are you doing here? You where supposed to be at kon's?

Kon walking in with Tim in tow: Well technically he is with me.

Wally sapping in to get something from the fridge: Wow, in what kind of family reunion did I stumble into here?

Roy, also there to get something to eat: I dunno man.

Bruce, appearing out of nowhere: The real question here is, why tf you all are at my house.

Alfred: It seems like the boys had a sleepover. Just like old times.

Roy: Hah, tell that to the hickeys on Jason's neck

[batataran]

Tim: *opens fridge to get an energy drink*

Jason: Hey Timmers

Tim: H'y J'sin

Jason: What's the date and time right now?

Tim: Mmm...last I checked it was Jan 5, half past ten pm

Damian: TT *readies net*

Jason: Baby bird, today's January 9

Tim: *tenses, ready to run*

Dick: Get Him!!

[theaceofarrows]

[Dick walks into the room with a black eye]

Tim: How'd you get that? I thought you took the night off from patrol?

Dick: Well, I was sitting down next to Jason when he was reading, and I noticed the book had a Penguin Classics logo on it

Dick: So I went, "Holy moly Batman! You're telling me a penguin wrote all those classics?!" And so he hit me with a copy of Beowulf

Tim: How did he give you a black eye though? It's not even a big book?

-

[Flashback]

Jason: [repeatedly hitting Dick and screaming] Grendel's mother was just about to come to AVENGE HER SON, and now you've RUINED my headspace, you IDIOT!

[End flashback]

-

Dick: [rubbing his eye] He really didn't find my joke funny

[iamliquid]

Damian and Jason yelling at each other. Arguing about something again.

"YOU AREN'T MY MOTHER YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO" Damian yells.

"YEAH WELL I WAS THERE WHEN YOU WERE BORN, I HELD YOU IN MY ARMS, TOOK CARE OF YOU, I FED YOU, I EVEN READ YOU CINDERELLA DURING BEDTIME" Jason yells back.

The yelling continues.

"..You met baby Damian?"Bruce says with a little sadness. He also wanted to see his little boy as a baby :(

"OKAY!? I DON'T CARE"

Jason gasps dramatically, tears welling up in his eyes (He cries on command) "HOW DARE YOU, FINE YOU DON'T CARE THATS FINE BUT YOU WILL CARE AFTER I FUCK YOUR MOM AGAIN"

Damian stops in his tracks, and so does Dick.

"..You fucked Talia?" Dick says with a worry in his voice "I knew you liked older women but-"

Then Damian starts yelling again in retaliation.

"Steph no." Tim says but it was too late

"Like father like son."Stephanie says before bursting out in laughter doubling down on the floor.

"SO WHAT I FUCKED YOUR MOM!? AND I HEARD THAT" Jason yells from the living room

"So how did this start?" Duke asks while drinking from his cup.

"Jason found out Damian dog tagged his copy of the great Gatsby." Tim says while being dragged down by a dying Stephanie.

Alfred in the meanwhile is mixing sedatives into the batch of cookies he's making, and the coffee, and the whiskey because he knows that Jason will down that entire thing after the argument.

Yes Bruce is still on the baby Damian thing.

[somnoir]

My father's secretary

Danny Fenton did not expect to be secretary material but after 7 years of being a hero and having Jazz as his elder sister, he was damn good at it. He needed a job, he knew that, and Wayne Enterprises was willing to hire a 21 year old taking online college classes for aerospace engineering.

And he was fucking thankful for that cause Mr. Wayne was pretty neat and bought him good food and coffee whenever he looked out of it. Half his family were already in Gotham with only his parents in Amity. They were finally reformed and now their research finally advocated for the rights of ghosts and spread awareness on their culture. Good for them.

Jazz and Dante were in Arkham working as a psychologist and guard. Elle was still in school, enrolled into Gotham Academy once Vlad insisted on paying her tuition. To be fair, he was paying for Danny's tuition too.

But back to his secretary duties. His boss was Bruce Wayne, yes, but he did often work with the man's son and the current CEO. Tim was nice and had the same caffeine addiction as him. (Jazz highly discouraged this friendship in case they both made a monstrosity of coffee and energy drinks.)

But Mr. Wayne was the best. He was rather clumsy and a bit airheaded but he was the best fucking boss he could ever ask for. The man's paternal instincts were on point and Danny was almost intimidated when the man started handing him extra cash whenever Danny came to the office looking more tired than usual. When that failed, Mr. Wayne resorted to giving him more material things.

Now, he doesn't want to take advantage of this ridiculously kind man with a lack of self preservation (God, was this what Jazz felt about him?). But Mr. Wayne had given him this amazing coffee maker and then proceeded to give Danny the best toaster ever. And Danny has always been known to resolutely be against Billionaires adopting him. But Mr. Wayne?

Danny had honed his back talking skills to perfection to talk down arrogant elites that kept demanding for his boss. He mastered his customer service voice and that condescending look he saw the receptionists give people like they were tantruming toddlers. Danny was ready to fight for that man (Vlad was choking somewhere as the Fentons worriedly look at him).

Jason has heard about Danny Fenton a couple of times. Tim, Dick, and Bruce had mentioned him a lot. Bruce's new secretary that looked like he'd woken up from a coma and was comparable to a grumpy cat on his best days. He's seen the guy a couple times, noticed how he was almost as tall as Jason. Honestly, he kinda looked like a twig (but then that was because of Danny's suit that he made sure didn't completely fit him).

Seriously. Danny was willing to fucking fight anyone and everyone for Bruce Wayne.

The guy was strange. Very strange. Especially when the pits seemed to either become frantic or calm whenever he was around. It depended on the situation really, but mostly the pits grew calmer around Fenton. Like a cat that finally saw its favorite person. It was so weird.

He was drawn to Fenton, sometimes finding himself walking towards the man before he snaps out of it.

It's on this day where Danny was by Bruce's side, a stylus and tablet in hand. He was furiously tapping away at his phone, cursing under his breath about bothersome and stuck up cialiteses.

"Jason!" Bruce happily greets, "Don't mind Danny for a bit. He's telling of some investors for trying to meddle with the company. Tim is too sleep deprived to handle it."

"Where is Tim?"

"Danny threatened to throw the company's coffee maker out the window if he doesn't take a nap." Bruce chuckles, glancing fondly at his fiesty secretary. "Danny?"

"Give me a minute, Mr. Wayne. Some people are trying to squeeze into your schedule when I specifically told them that they can't." Danny says, clearly irritated but looks at Bruce with an apologetic gaze. "No—Mr. Luthor, neither Mr. Drake nor Mr. Wayne are available on that day—"

And it dissolved into Danny telling of what Jason assumes was Lex Luthor to stop his attempts. In other words, corporate for Fuck off.

"He's good, isn't he?" Jason humms as he follows Bruce down the hall, glancing at the tired employees that looked utterly exhausted and horrifically motivated. "Looks like adoption bait."

"Unfortunately, Danny is a very much against Billionaires adopting him. His godfather is one and has attempted multiple times." Bruce sighs, feigning a sorrowful look as he sends Danny a small pout. "What did you do when he tried the fifth time again?"

"I blew up his car, Mr. Wayne." Danny nonchalantly says, "But that only made him want to adopt me more."

Jason blinks, baffled before he's laughing at the utter absurdity of the situation.

"That sounds similar to—"

Gunshots tore through the air as people immediately screamed. At the entrance of the building was the Joker in all his insanity, guns blazing. Jason froze, sucking in a deep breath as he took one step back. They weren't in costume, they weren't the Red Hood and Batman in that moment.

"Nightwing, Robin, and Spoiler are on their way." Oracle says through the comms but that doesn't comfort him in the slightest.

It's chaos in moments and people are ducking their heads to avoid the bullets. Jason and Bruce look right at each other, taking cover as bullets ruin the walls and furniture. But Bruce is dragged from his spot, pulled towards the Joker who laughs maniacally as he pressed a gun against Bruce's head.

"Mr. Wayne!" Many people yell as they all stared in horror as the Joker threatens Gotham's beloved prince.

Jason immediately remembers an explosion and a crowbar.

(Reminder, Danny Fenton was very much ready to go to war for Bruce Wayne).

A tablet and a stylus was suddenly shoved into his arms. Jason blinks, turning to Danny who tugs at his tie and rummages through the counter for something. The Joker sees this, clearly irritated.

"You! Eyes on me!" The Joker practically demands, hysterical that not everyone was paying attention.

Danny apparently doesn't give a damn before looking the Joker straight in the eye.

"Eyes in me." Danny repeats.

A second later something was thrown and a cutter was cutting through the Joker's eye.

Jason gaped at the seemingly harmless secretary, unable to comprehend that this man had just thrown a fucking cutter into the Joker's eye.

Bruce is set free.

Everyone is frozen in place.

Everyone watched as Bruce Wayne's tired and overworked secretary beats the shit out of the Joker, saying something about how he wasn't going to lose a good boss.

No one particularly knows what to do once Danny pulls out the cutter with the Jokers blood and... Fucking shit, was that his eyeball?!

Dick and Damian arrived at some point, also too shocked to do anything. When Danny was done and satisfied, with the Joker still alive, groaning and whimpering from the pain that Danny inflicted.

As if he hadn't almost killed the Joker, Danny turns to them with a tired smile.

"Mr. Wayne, I implore you not to die. I can't lose the best boss that I've had." He plainly says and takes the tablet and stylus back from Jason.

Jason thinks he might just marry this feral man.

Yeah.

Yeah, he was definitely going to marry Danny Fenton.

Part 2 | Masterpost

[sourkreem]

guys i dont think ill finish this by christmas

[kartsie]

Little Jay has a run in with an unknown bat on that fateful night

Day 1 for @jasontoddweek2025 prompt for “time travel” and “the Batmobile tires”

[razzledazzle0]

spike

Dick: hey have you guys realized that Jason has been a lot more calmer lately?

Tim: oh yeah I've been spiking his drinks

Dick: what.

Tim: you deaf? I said I've been spiking his drinks

Bruce getting ready to take a sip of his own drink: wait- you haven't spiked any of our drinks too right?

Tim: no not yet

Bruce: that's good- wait not yet?

Tim: 😚

Dick: TiM?

[pinklotushere]

Ok I had this rotting in my mind for days now

Bruce *going live as brucie Wayne because he saw a tweet about him saying he was acting weirdly (it was actually damian shit posting) and paranoid abt his identity he decides to up the brucie effect to 100* : and then he winked at moi! Like, can you believe itttt~

Dick *kicks the door open, bursting into the room full on sobbing* : bruuuceee

Bruce *immediately stops what he was saying and gets up to comfort him* : what's wrong chum?

Tim, steph, cass and duke *run into the room in various levels of crying*

Bruce *actually starts to panic* : kids?

Damian*walk in sniffing* : baba!

Bruce *pale and looks about ready to cry himself* : what's wrong?who was it? Give me names,descriptions, anything-

Jason-youre-not-my-dad-i-dont-live-here-fuck-you-mothefucking-todd *walks in red-faced and barely keeping it together*: dad..

Okay, picture this we've got Bruce pale and sweaty, holding a still sobbing dick and and surrounded by steph,cass,duke and picking damian up all quietly crying and/or sniffing and we've got tim pressing his face to Bruce side, shoulders chaking and then jason of all people starts sniffing and Bruce literally goes even paler (of that's even possibe) and pulls him in

Bruce : What's wrong? Talk to me, sweetheart

Dick : it-it's they- * Starts wailling*

Bruce : they? Who's they? Did you get their names?adresss? Social security number?

Steph : n-no it's not- *hiccups and buries her face on him, you can hear her crying*

Jason :..I don't think I'll ever be the same

Bruce : from what? What is it?

Barbara * Wheeling in, popcorn in hand, eyes red and sniffing:

Bruce : Barbara?

Babs: hey b

*Que lots of sniffing*

Bruce : what's going on?

Babs:Oh, we watched a movie

Bruce: excuse me?

Babs: Yeah, grave of the fireflies, man that was heartbreaking

*higher crying*

Bruce:

The next day

Headlines go like this :

*brucie Wayne secretly just a loving father*

*brucie Wayne threatens whoever hurts his children*

*Wayne children being dependent on their dad no matter how old they get*

Social media similarly is bursting with :

"I love how he was ready to commit murder for them lmaooo"

"Is it just me or did brucie just get 10 times hotter*

"Man, dick grayson crying is something I didn't know I needed, that man is such a pretty crier"

"Damn, I love how tim drake and Stephanie brown just buried themselves in their dad"

"My God I always thought damian wayne was bratty but he's actually really cute?"

*God brucie holding damian, dick and still hugging all his other children is so hot"

"Hold on, isn't jason todd dead?"

(And no, this isn't me projecting. grave of the fireflies did not emotionally destroy me. What?)

[tiger-grace]

Wayne Gala Event in which Jason is still publically deceased:

Journalist: Would you say you’ve been trying to fill the void that grieving your second son left with all of the new children you’ve adopted over the years?

Bruce, staring at Jason “legally dead” Todd, inching away from the snack table with half of its contents: uh. I would definitely say there is a void being filled.