#jason will protect his little bird brother with his life

[astorianyxkings]

One of my favourite things to think about is Jason being a mean big brother to the batlings but a shy little brother to Dick.

Tim asks him if he wants to go with him to blow something up and he's super excited but in that annoying little brother way so Jason just grunts "No. Get lost baby bird." And goes about his day as normal.

Damian tries to get him to practice training with katanas like back in the LoA days and he ruffles his hair and says "No demon brat, go bother Dick." Damian swears he'll catch him off guard, Jason flips him off.

Cass wants Jason to sit down with her and watch a movie. Normally he could never say no to his sister but the other day she claimed to be older than him so he's got an ego to protect. He pats her on the head, assures her he adores her and then tells her he'd rather die (again) than binge My Cousin Vinny.

Steph chases him around because Cass is pouting and Tim's recruited her to blow up the warehouse but she has this really nice shade of purple that would look perfect on Cass but now she needs a new test subject. "Just one hand!" Steph yells throwing a well aimed pillow at the back of Jason's head. "No way in hell blondie." Jason huffs, dodging it.

Maybe he should just leave the manor? Solid plan right? Wrong. Duke, having well adjusted to his new life as a Wayne, let's himself into the safehouse Jason's in and asks for help on this case because "Look I know Black Mask is just using the diner as a front. Help me out here." Jason's having none of it, Duke is old enough to be lovingly scorned like the rest, "With all due disrespect, piss off." He tells him, patting him on the back and leading him out of the door.

What he doesn't count on is all of them telling on him. Not to Bruce or Alfred, no. To Dick.

Jason finds this out when he shows up to Dick's apartment asking for a second pair of eyes on a case and Dick sharply cuts him off with a simple "No."

He's flabbergasted because Dick loves him? Dick's his big brother? Why is his big brother rejecting him? He's gonna need a whole therapy session on that alone.

Jason pouts and sulks and goes back to his apartment and Dick rolls his eyes. He loves his brother, really he does. But he needs to be humbled every now and then.

[lazycats-stuff]

if ur requests are open could you do jason todd w brother reader whos like a baby baby, super young and the batfam is suprised he likes jason the most and jason gets really emotional when his first word is 'jay'

This is the most adorable thing I have read in a while. If a baby said my name as their first word, I would have lost any emotional self control l have.

Summary: Jason adores his literal baby brother and nearly loses his mind when he hears (Y/N)'s first word.

Warnings: fluff, just pure fluff, emotional Jason.

When (Y/N) first came, Jason thought that he wouldn't like him. He never liked babies, he thought that they were annoying and loud. But it seems like babies seem to have a power to tell who doesn't like him and make it their mission to make that person like them.

(Y/N) came because his mother didn't want him and the mother gave up her parental rights. Bruce was happy that she did that, knowing that she wouldn't care for him.

The boy won hearts of all the residents, even Damian. But he loved Jason the most. Bruce couldn't figure out why for the life of him (Y/N) liked Jason.

But he didn't mind, but Jason some times acted like a father. A single sound that comes from (Y/N), he is there. And that's why when (Y/N) was sleeping in the living room in Bruce's arms, when he started whining, clearly waking up, Jason popped his head in.

" He is waking up, don't worry. " Bruce calmed down Jason, who walked up.

(Y/N) opened his eyes and started squirming. Jason took him from Bruce, letting (Y/N) cup his face with his hands.

" Hey to you too, little bird. Did you have a good nap? " Jason asked the baby, watching him babble in response.

" Good? That's nice to hear. "

Jason left the living room, making Bruce watch in wonder once more. Jason walked outside, into the soft sun. (Y/N) also like Titus and he knew where the Doberman would be. He saw Damian getting back from his walk and Titus happily walking up to (Y/N) and Jason.

Jason knelt down, watching Titus slow down. Titus gently sniffed (Y/N)'s hands and gave them a nudge. Titus was always soft and careful with (Y/N).

And he was very protective of (Y/N). He was also sensitive to were (Y/N) was and he was vigilant whenever he was in the room with the baby.

" I know, you love him. " Jason said to the dog, petting him too. " Good boy. "

Jason stood up, allowing Damian to say his hellos.

" Did he sleep? " Damian asked Jason, giving (Y/N) a finger to hold.

" Yes, in Bruce's arms. "

Damian nodded, cooing at the baby. (Y/N) made happy noised and reached out for Damian. Damian took (Y/N) into his arms, swaying him in his arms. (Y/N) giggled and was happy to be swayed.

" He is such a happy baby. And easy one to. " Jason commented.

" You really think so Todd? I remember you not liking our youngest brother. "

" Well, he changed my mind, okay. Babies can be cool if they want. "

" I thought that (Y/N) was the only baby that was cool. " Damian said, giving (Y/N) a kiss on the side of his head.

" Well, he is the coolest baby in the world. Other are less cool. " Jason explained, offering to take (Y/N) back.

" Sometimes I feel like you are his father rather than Bruce. " Damian commented, watching (Y/N) settle in Jason's arms and watching Jason being careful with (Y/N).

" (Y/N) is one of the best things to happens to us. " Damian said, making Jason nod. Damian wasn't wrong.

" I know. This baby is the light of this family. " Jason said.

" Come on little bird, lets see the others. " Jason said, swaying (Y/N), making him giggle.

" I know, I know. "

It was dinner and the family was enjoying a family time on the couch, watching a cartoon. (Y/N) was sitting in Jason's lap, watching the Incredibles, watching as if he was hypnotized.

Jason was eating his snacks, also watching this cartoon. He didn't know how (Y/N) could watch this particular cartoon on repeat. It made Jason wonder how baby's brain works. (Y/N) was just babbling, gesturing with his arms.

Jason watched in amusement. His baby brother was so funny. And it was still weird to say that.

" Jay. "

Everyone heads whipped to (Y/N) and Jason froze up. What? Everyone got closer to the baby.

" What was that (Y/N)? " Damian asked, trying to understand the word.

Jason was still frozen, but he felt tears in his eyes. He sniffed as he waited for the word to repeat. What they didn't notice was Alfred recording this moment.

" Jay. "

Jason sniffed, trying not to cry. Everyone watched him, trying to keep his composure.

" Just let it go Jay. " Bruce said, taking (Y/N) into his arms, allowing him to lean forward and to bury his face into his hands. He allowed himself to cry, but those were tears of happiness and joy.

" Oh (Y/N), you are going to put me in a grave. " Jason said, leaning back, a smile on his face, despite the tears.

" Are you jealous old man? " Jason asked, seeing Bruce's facial expression.

" I'm not. I can consider myself lucky that he didn't call you dad. " Bruce joked, tickling the little bird. (Y/N) shrieked in laughter.

" Also, I think a little bat is more appropriate for him. "

Jason huffed at the nickname, moving to take his brother into his arms.

" Give me my brother. " Jason said, taking (Y/N) from Bruce. He made sure to give (Y/N) a kiss on his head.

" Good job sweetheart. " Jason praised his brother, making his brother babble once more.

[dairy-farmer]

Reverse Robins Damitim (this one is romantic as opposed to sexy. Although it could definitely get sexy afterwards 😘)

Damian was in love with his younger brother/father's ward Timothy. At first he had been angry and unsure when his father agreed to take it in the neighbor boy after the horrific accident that killed his mother and injured his father - partly because he was worried about losing his father's regard, also partly because Tim basically blackmailed them with his knowledge of Batman so that he wouldn't go into the foster system.

But those feelings went away pretty quickly as he got to know young Timothy. He was sweet and intelligent and clever and so hard working it was hard not to love him. And then he started to get older and Damian realized he was also beautiful. But of course Damian couldn't do anything about these feelings: Damian was a full grown adult and Tim wasn't even 15 yet, and Damian was supposed to care for and protect him, not take advantage of him. It doesn't matter if he swore he saw love and Timothy's eyes or that he sometimes blushed when he saw Damian shirtless.

...And then Jack Drake wakes up from his coma and takes Tim away. Drake industries was in some trouble what was the coma and everything, so Jack makes the insane and suicidal decision to work with the Joker. Joker had been all 'Batsy has a son and sidekick, so why should I?!?" Jack, give me your son. Also I'm going to shoot you dead just for the LOLs!

Tim is put through torture and conditioning and druggings in order to turn him into Joker Junior. Batman and Nightwing are caught and brought to Joker on the top of a partially constructed building. Joker orders Tim to shoot Batman but Tim kills the Joker instead and takes the bomb (because of course there's a bomb) and jumps with it down an elevator shaft, dying from combination fall and exploding, while sparing Bruce and Damian. Both are obviously distraught. Because of Jack's actions, even though Tim wasn't officially adopted, he gets buried in the Wayne plot with Thomas and Martha and their ancestors.

A few years pass and Bruce meets a little tire thief who manages to make him laugh for the first time in what feels like forever. He adopts Jason and eventually makes him the third Shrike (Damien definitely wouldn't have chosen 'Robin' or 'Batboy' as his name, because he'd want something cooler). And then? News of the new crime lord/antihero/vigilante(?) in Gotham: Phoenix (I don't think this Tim would want to be connected to Joker again, and a phoenix is a bird and something that can come back to life and they're related to fire like dragons (Drake)(Yes, I do feel clever ☺️)).

There is something disconcerting about Phoenix. There's just something so oddly familiar about them, but no one can quite place it. And then he ends up saving Jason. Phoenix wears a combination of gas mask/face filter and domino mask (like the current Red Hood outfit), and the eye mask gets damaged enough that Jason sees that Phoenix's eyes look the same shade of green that people who come into contact with the Lazarus pit usually end up with.

Damian starts gathering evidence, putting pieces together, and eventually just straight up marching into Nanda Parbat and yelling at his Mother and Grandfather until he gets his answers. He rushes back to Gotham and shares what he learned: Phoenix is Timothy.

Now that they know at least some of what happened, they are all determined to find him and bring him back home. It takes a while, a lot of hard work, and no small amount of luck but eventually they managed to corner him. Damian takes point, and approaches the restrained Phoenix. He gets the mask and filter off, and there is Tim. Older, with Lazarus green eyes, almost impossibly pale skin, and faint, barely noticeable scars extending from each corner of his mouth, but it's definitely him.

There's a moment of silence while the Bats process the fact that it really is him, and maybe Tim takes the silence the wrong way and snarkily asks Damian "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost. Is this face too repulsive for you?"

Damian gently holds Tim's face in his hands, presses a gentle, tender kiss to his forehead, and whispers "You are as beautiful as the day I lost you."

Needless to say, that pretty much takes all the wind out of Tim's sails and destroys all his worries about being rejected or hated or forgotten after how things ended. Bruce is obviously not a fan of the killing and stuff, but figures they can work on it (it's not like he doesn't have practice deprogramming League Assassins). Jason is also so excited to meet his other big brother: He's heard so many things about Tim, and Tim also rescued him that time!

There are lots of conversations between Bruce and Tim, and Tim and Damian; there are so many old fears, guilt, and miscommunications that need to be dealt with. And Damian barely lasts a week before dragging Tim somewhere private and finally confessing to the feelings he's held onto all these years: he refuses to be a coward anymore, he already lost Tim once without the chance to confess his love. He refuses to do it again. It's definitely a good thing he does, because Tim had been worried that Damian had simply meant everything he said in a platonic way and he had just been reading too much into it. Tim confesses back, and they share a long, slow kiss and gentle embrace that seems to last for hours.

Things are quiet, calm, and fairly happy in the family for a while... And then they all go to the circus.

~❤️🦇

(And yes, this is based on that scene from How to train your dragon 2)

reverse robins is sometimes too much for my tim-loving self😭😭😭 but that ending!! things are finally getting better, the family is tentatively together and damian is not letting fear hold him back from telling and showing tim exactly what he means. the circus comes to town and they just want to go out together as a family, it had been tim's idea to go. both damian and bruce were hesitant because circus meant clowns and tim's issues with the joker are...complex. not to mention that tim's path to healing isn't linear- he hasn't lived life outside a mask in years and with his very prominent and visible facial scars...more than one small child has startled and started crying at the sight of him and it hurt them to see how tim would recede into himself when that happened.

so tim asking to go out as a family, to go somewhere public, somewhere happy but where there will be clows? they're worried but they don't want to make tim feel worse so they go. they buy tickets and cotton candy, they go to their seats, and they watch a family die and leave their son orphaned.

and its a hard night.

damian and bruce and jason get to work but tim- tim stays in the circus. he stays and waits with little dick grayson until the paramedics arrive and the police swarm the scene.

and dick clings to tim, sobbing desperately and whimpering and even days later when dick is in the manor with them, because tim had refused to let social services shuffle him to juvie because the foster homes and orphanages had been to capacity, he still clings to tim.

he doesn't run at the sight of him, isn't frightened of tim or his face and too pale appearance.

dick is a deeply sad little boy and tim is a deeply pained individual but they connect. and tim is made a little bit more whole with dick around.

[charliedawn]

hi charlie ^_^✧*。i hope you're well. i'm not sure if you're accepting requests atm, but i had an idea which is how would the slashers react to a siren nurse (fem or gn) who walked the corridors of st. louis late at night singing haunting and alluring melodies as they went about their job, or whatever song was in their head? one of their favorite songs would be "curses" by the crane wives. maybe they would sing brahms a lullaby sometimes? but a creepy lullaby that was also strangely soothing to him. anyway, i would just like to see what you'll do with that idea. make any changes or adaptions u like, feel free to put your own spin on it. and take your time bc i know u get a lot of asks ♡

this is that song:

(Thank you for the request and the song ! It’s beautiful. 10/10. 🤩 Hope you like it.)

The Right Wing of St Louis:

Michael Myers:

Michael rarely sleeps. He doesn’t need to and is unable to. Too many nightmares and concerns about his own life and duality. And he usually sleepwalks too. So, really…He doesn’t like sleeping. But, this is why you were put in charge of the night shift.

"Sleep, Michael. Sleep your sorrows away in the darkness of the night. Let your dreams take over…" You whispered to him, but he only looked up at you with a saddened expression and shook his head.

"I don’t dream." You read when he gave you a piece of paper before bedtime and you smiled knowingly before looking back at him. You then stroked his cheek.

"You will tonight. I promise. Rest, Michael. You deserve it."

He seemed skeptical at first, but finally complied and went to bed. You then tucked him in and started humming next to his bed. When you started singing, his eyes started to slowly close and strangely enough…He dreamt that night.

Penny:

"P-Pretty voice. Soooo pretty. Such a pretty bird." Penny giggled and looked at you with a wide grin. He knew you were a siren, but he had never seen one before. He was curious and whenever you would start singing, he would appear behind you and just squeeze you tightly or just start tilting his head to the rhythm.

Penny doesn’t sleep like normal people do, so he can appreciate the music fully. Most people would sleep, but he would take your hand and start dancing with you. Unlike his brother, Penny is no singer. But, he is one hell of a dancer.

He would smile and laugh while you keep singing and he’d even watch over you when it’s YOUR time to sleep.

Penny *watching over you.* : "Sleep sleep, little bird. Sleep well."

Pennywise:

Pennywise also has the power to sing people to sleep. But, he doesn’t use it because a) He doesn’t like to and b) He doesn’t want to. He only ever sang to the children he ate and his past family. It isn’t a memory he likes to keep and he would simply hum along to the songs you are singing sometimes. He’s also move forward and backwards on his rocking chair as you sing. Sometimes, he’d sing with you and even dance when it is the middle of the night and no one is around to witness this moment, but he’d never do it in front of the others.

Pennywise *smirks* : "A siren, huh ? I wonder how a siren tastes…"

He would never eat you of course. He likes to joke a lot, but he would protect you and feel affectionate towards you. He would listen to you and sing along sometimes and then…the most beautiful and sweet melody would put the whole hospital to sleep.

Brahms:

Brahms remained silent as your majestic self walked through the halls of St Louis—your magic voice singing everyone and everything to sleep. Your voice was soothing and deep, so deep he was afraid he might fall asleep and never wake up. He laid down on his bed and waited for your arrival—as per every night.

He never locked his door at night.

When you arrived, you sat next to him and kissed his forehead. He closed his eyes and when you started singing, he felt at peace and relaxed. He held your hand and smiled when you whispered.

"Sweet dreams, Brahms…"

Jason Voorhees:

Jason is the same as Brahms. He likes physical touch and be reassured. He waited for your voice to soothe him to sleep. You usually slept in their room at night because both babies wanna hang on to you and they both feel safe in your presence.

Jason would sleep on your lap and have a good rest. He would slowly fall asleep to your gentle words.

Arthur Fleck:

"Y/N. I knew it was you. Come in. Come in. Please."

Sometimes, Arthur asked for private sessions. The man had nightmares and dark thoughts that none could even begin to comprehend. But when you sang, he forgot his troubles and worries. You would sometimes take his hand and softly lull him to sleep. He liked it.

Freddy Krueger:

"Yo ! Who’s singing ?! Shut za hell up, bitch !" Freddy shouted before shoving a pillow on his head. Freddy is the sleep demon. He isn’t one to sleep with siren songs. He prefers silence. But sometimes…He would stay awake to hear you and a small smile would appear on his face.

Secretly, he didn’t mind your singing all that much…

Bo Sinclair:

"Hello, birdy. Come here. Come to Papa."

He literally tackled you to the ground his first night in St Louis. You must understand that Bo was raised by fishermen and bars. He knows what a siren is and knows that whoever owns a siren is supposed to get extremely lucky. He would want to capture you more than anything and make you sing ONLY for him. Fortunately, Brahms and Jason would never allow you to get hurt or captured. So, they’d defend you and fight the Sinclair brothers if necessary.

The Left Wing of St Louis:

Father Paul:

The first time Father Paul heard you, he thought he was losing his mind. Your voice was like an angel’s and he truly believed his time had finally came. But, it didn’t. And every night, he would hear you and his mind would settle for a little bit. He would hear your song and find mercy in that moment.

The only link the Right Wing and the Left Wing of the hospital ever had: You.

Your voice would make them feel a little better in their misery and Father Paul enjoyed hearing you, when all thoughts of happiness and hope was lost…one beautiful thing remained.

Jonathan Crane:

Jonathan Crane was laid down on his bed—locked up and attached securely. He was staring at the ceiling and let out a small sigh. He was restless. It was the third day in the row that he was being tested on and he had no moment of peace…not until night fell and a voice came from outside. A quiet lullaby. So beautiful and peaceful. His eyelids felt heavy and he finally found a certain inner peace within.

"…Thank you, lady of the night." He uttered in a whisper before closing his eyes and sleeping soundly.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Part one Protective Brothers!!!!!!

At one point he was kind.

Oblivous, naive, pick your poison.

Before he was Timothy Drake, before Red Robin.

He was a little boy who truly believed, Batman and Robin where safe. That mommy would come home.

That people were good.

He flinches away from Bruce's hand, the entire kitchen going quiet.

They were for once all together, Jason was happily mixing a bowl filled with some form of batter following behind Alfred. Dick sitting with Damian laughing about a zoo. Bruce who was congratulating him on his case work, it was a literal pat on the back.

He freezes.

His heart is racing, he needs to move.

Looking at Jason who he can see is starting to look slightly green and Dick who is staring at Bruce with anger even Damian who is reaching for his knife.

It's been a long time since Bruce has hurt him.

It's a simple choice he practically sprints knocking over a plate in haste to get behind Jason. Who is the furthest away from Bruce, who on his best day hates Bruce as much as he loves Tim.

He tries to steady his breathing now that Jason is acting as a physical barrier. Hiding his face in his brothers shirt.

It's stupid.

He's not in any danger, Bruce wouldn't dare.

He safe. Jason would commit an actual crime so would Dick depending on the day.

But he can't stop shaking, he can't release Jay's shirt, he can't.

Dick's voice cuts through.

"Bruce I think it's best if you step out, Alfred could you bring Bruce's plate?"

He doesn't hear any response but he doesn't dare to look. Staying as close to Jason as possible.

"Baby bird, it's just us birds think you might be able to let go of Little Wing?"

He peaks out to look at Dick and Damian. He quickly puts his head back against Jay.

He licks his lip, when did they get so dry.

"I don't want to."

"Alright, Tim is there a reason you would prefer to be near Jay, no one's mad just a little confused?"

He doesn't try to filter letting his mind for once match his mouth.

"I thought Bruce was gonna hurt me, Jay wouldn't let that happen, you wouldn't either but he was right there. You had Damian if he..... Jay didn't have anyone to protect he could take me... I want to stay here."

-------

Jason is furious.

He's keeping his muscles free from tension as to not startle the fucking kid.

It had been a good day before he watched the kid practically piss himself after Bruce touched him.

Everyone had saw it's hard to miss your brother going from calm to having a panic attack. It's another to see him look around the room before diving behind you.

In any other circumstance he would be laughing, maybe even shoving Tim away.

But not now.

His brother who is cowering behind, because at some point fucking Bruce did something.

Who when it came down to it trusted that Jason would guard him with his life.

He is not moving unless it is to rip Bruce's throat out with his god damn teeth.

[absolutely-esme]

Magical girl Robins AU

I had an idea for an au where the Robins become a magical girl team instead of Batman's sidekicks. Any other Gotham vigilante still becomes a standard vigilante. Stephanie Brown might do both.

The little mascot-type critter that hands out transformation trinkets is a little bird.

Dick encounters the bird first and is given the power to fight evil as Robin Wing. Being both the first and the oldest, he is the leader of The Flock. His costume is basically a frillier version of the OG Robin costume, and his powers revolve around aerial combat. His weapon is a set of energy-construct feathers that he can throw like birdarangs or form together into larger things. May develop from flight-capable to full on wind elemental over time.

Robin Wing is supposed to be looking for the other members of The Robin Flock (for reasons?), but doesn't find any until Bruce adopts Jason.

Jason becomes Robin Hood, the second member of The Flock. Instead of it being a case of Bruce giving away something incredibly personal of Dick's without asking, being Robins is something Dick and Jason do together and bond over. His costume has fairytale woodsman vibes. His powers revolve around defense and his weapon is a shield.

(He finds out halfway through the story that his magic shield can unfold into a magic crossbow that fires massive blasts of highly destructive magic and freaks out about it. There's this whole character arc about learning to switch between defense and offense, and learning to trust himself with such a destructive power.)

Jason finds Tim wandering around the city in a fever-like state, struggling with the effects of his brain straining against the magic that protects the Robins' secret identities whether he wants it to or not. Jason immediately adopts the little weirdo into The Flock before he has a stroke or something. This pretty immediately makes Jason one of Tim's favorite people, and Jason loves having a little brother who looks at him like he hung the stars.

Tim becomes Robin Nest. I don't know why, but I imagine his costume having a fancy skirt (with shorts underneath). His weapon is a mirror and his powers revolve around surveillance and omnipresence. He can see through any reflective surface (up to and including people's eyes) and can travel through large enough mirrors. As time goes on, he may develop the ability to make mirror copies of himself which could be either illusory or solid.

Steph briefly tries joining The Flock as Robin Song, but she's got her plate full with more traditional vigilante work as either Batgirl or Spoiler. She does remain a reserve member they can call on sometimes.

Damian initially plans on fighting by his father's side, but somehow ends up getting adopted into The Flock instead. As much as he kicks up a fuss, he doesn't really regret becoming Robin Egg, the healer of The Flock. He will, however, insult his teammates for how stupidly they got themselves injured the entire time he's providing care.

...

Due to the identity-shielding magic of magical girl powers, Bruce thinks he's done an excellent job of keeping most of his kids out of the dangerous superhero life. He's especially astounded that he managed it with Damian.

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 8- Dressed in all black

“Dressed in all black I’m giving the eulogy. R.I.P. to the kid that I used to be.” -Funeral by Neoni

Masterlist Part 7

It was a truth universally acknowledged that when one was a Gotham Vigilante, one was a paranoid Gotham Vigilante. 

So when one fine night the motion sensors of the Batcave rang shrilly in response to an intruder, needless to say it was well earned. 

Jason, dressed in sweatpants and a tanktop, was found in the medbay by a harried Nightwing only a few minutes later. The older man was harried and worn, but still sported a bright smile on his face when he spotted his younger brother. 

“Little Wing!” 

The missing man was half awake and grumbling something about warmth, but allowed Dick in his gear to hug him close. 

“Oh, Little Wing, where have you been?!” 

Jason grumbled again, but wrapped his arms around Dick and crushed his older brother to his chest. 

“Hi, Big Bird.” 

Oh, if that didn’t just make Dick cry ugly tears. It had been years since a tiny adorable Jason had looked up at him, an angry Robin with too many issues, and called him that title without sending a lance through Dick’s heart. 

Where had Jason gone? 

(Where had Jason’s anger gone?) 

Not that Dick was complaining or anything. Not at all, but good things rarely came without strings attached.   

(He had long since subscribed to the belief that his family was cursed.)

The Regent and the Phantom remained out far beyond their usual patrol time. 

Jazz and Danny had successfully entrusted Jason to the Bats’ care while he woke, leaving before they were spotted though having accidentally set off come sort of alarm with their clumsy movements. In their rush, Jazz had to leave using her portal which could’ve been spotted on camera, however blurry thanks to the ecto.

It was odd to be without their silent third roommate; Jazz had gotten so used to sharing her proto-core warmth with her bedmate whenever she slept, untangling her limbs whenever she woke for patrol or daily life became a refreshing constant she was going to miss, much to her embarrassment. 

(Several times she caught herself plotting how to throw herself into his path, just so she could get his arms around her again.)

(She was thirsting for the first time in her life and it was for a former dead guy.)

(Figures.)

Phantom cackled eerily as he let a gang banger slip from his grasp, the mortal terrified out of his mind. The pre-dawn light mixed messily with the ecto green of Phantom’s aura, casting an otherworldly effect over his surroundings- an average mortal would not be able to stand his presence for very long, which was useful to scare off any n’do’wells from sight. 

The Regent sighed, exhausted. It had been a long month, stacks of paperwork had been completed, sparing with Pandora before patrols and sorting through the files Technus had stripped from the GIW servers prior to their destruction. Whatever locations the tech ghost was able to pinpoint, he cheerfully sent to the former Team Phantom for further action. 

Whatever actions they took, the reports crossed her desk afterwards. Needless to say, Jazz had no objections to hunting the hunters- not when it was for the vengeance protection of a people wronged. 

“Phantom.” Regent activated her ecto-comm, an upgrade from the Fenton Phones without the horrible branding, and listened for her little brother’s comm link in response. 

“Yeah, Regent?” Danny returned with a tired emphasis on the title.

That had been the vigilante mantle Jazz took up with Danny returned to the nightlife as his spooky self, the general public unsure what to make of the two new meta vigilantes with varying abilities. 

Phantom had cheerfully informed some camera crew early one morning that being dead was a medical condition. 

(He’s not wrong.) 

They didn’t wear the bat across their chests, which made them unknown. Their abilities were varying and their motives for vigilantism in Gotham unclear which made them dangerous. 

(They were dangerous.) 

(Jazz was dangerous. The blood on her hands proved it well enough.) 

(Phantom might be a Spirit of Protection, but that didn’t mean he backed down from a fight, much less start them.)  

(He’s a King.) 

(He finishes them.) 

“Wrap it up, we’ve been out long enough. You’ve got school soon.”

Jazz ignored the patented younger sibling whine, before she continued in a softer tone, “You’ve been doing good, little brother, and I’m proud of you for it.” 

There was silence for a while as Jazz made her way towards her favorite alleyway, where her trophy still remained to her amusement, ready to fall into bed for a few hours before she had to get Danny up for school. 

(That is, if she was able to sleep without her bedmate leeching off her proto-core warmth.) 

“Thanks, sis.”

“Always, little brother.” 

Jazz knew she set her phone for seven am, just enough time for her to drink her dose of ecto and force feed Danny something that wasn’t just straight caffeine. It was a force of habit for it to be seven am, even though Jazz was no longer in school or had a job.

Years of experience caring for her brother made it so. 

Yet, as Jazz settled down into her soft sheets and warm blankets she knew she wasn’t going to have an easy time falling asleep despite how exhausted she was from the extended patrol. 

Her bed was too empty. There was no steadfast presence at her back as she slept, no fellow liminal or Once-Revenant to share her own warmth with, proto-core or not. 

Despite Danny being just a room across, Jazz had never felt more alone. 

Jason was having both a good morning and a terrible one. 

How that was possible, he wasn’t sure, yet here he was: in his old Manor bedroom, soft sheets pleasant on his rough skin, lack of pulsing green rage in his chest, bones aching from disuse, and muscles suffering mild atrophy thanks to him being in a coma for a whole fucking month. 

Lovely. 

Yes, Jason was very confused (and concerned) about that last bit, to the extent he was willing to stay in the Manor for longer than a meal and to say hi to Alfie. He wasn’t sure what had happened between the last Arkham breakout and Dickwing trying to kill him again by way of an octopus hug in the Batcave. 

He really only recalled the breakout alert on his phone, his chest hurting… some bits in between were fuzzy and Jason wasn’t really sure if he could truthfully say they happened. 

(Like the giant furry monster poking at his chest.) 

(Or the soothing warmth wrapped around him.) 

(The soft lips pressed to his own.) 

(The citrus burn in the back of his throat.) 

He didn’t recall words, per say, only emotions. 

Protect-worry-amusement. 

Worry-curiosity-embarrassment. 

It wasn’t weird to believe that he wanted the simplicity of just sensing what people meant, rather than trying to deduce if they were lying or not. Jason’s patience for that had grown shorter and shorter over the years. 

It was weird to believe he wanted it back. He wanted that warmth back in his arms, to feel safe again, cared for… to know he had nothing to worry about while in that embrace. Someone had taken care of him while he was missing and he was going to find them… and he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to let them go. 

A/N:

Poor Jazz can't catch a break with her love interests. :(

And Danny is out here just living his best Afterlife, waiting for the Bats to do something with the ghost files.

Yes, Jazz inherited the Fenton naming tendency too. Just took the title she has among the Realms and uses it as a vigilante name.

Danny is returning as Phantom, naturally.

Huh, wonder if this will have any consequences? nah.

Part 9

[jamneuromain]

Another Man's Poison - Part 2

Curtis Everett x You

Warning: Shifter!Curtis Everett, Shifter!Reader, wolf transformation,

Summary: You have accidentally come across a scheme that could shatter your shifter clan and your life. Unable to think of any way to stay away from this catastrophe, you turn to Curtis for help.

W/C: 3k

Part 1 | One Man's Meat M. List

The transformation ceremony awaits.

You and the Maximoff twins are stripped until only a sports bra and shorts are left, the bare minimum to cover your skin, standing in the middle of the forest, facing the moonlight.

Margo, being the perky princess she always is, refused to wear so little in the middle of the fucking August, the most scorching time of the year, and chose to have a large T-shirt to cover her body instead.

“Don’t be afraid of your wolf.” Paul remains in his human form, reassuring you four youngsters as the Maximoff twins tremble in either the chilliness of the earth, or the fear of transformation, “Hear it. Tune into it. Unleash it. Your wolf is a part of you as much as your limb or your eyes.”

A few wolves pace around the circle of the ceremony. You recognize Halden and Jason in their wolf form, protecting the perimeter. Sam, being the younger brother of Paul, stands in the circle of pack members, as always. Your parents are here too, watching you with encouraging eyes.

You take a deep breath and feel inside.

Nothing.

As if your wolf is sleeping.

Looks like the plan is on the right track.

The extremely reckless and frankly stupid plan, as Curtis calls it, involves you drinking a carefully measured vial of potion made from Wolfsbane and other herbs. Temporarily reducing your wolf's connection to the moon, hoping it would stop you from turning into one during the ceremony.

Margo, unexpectedly, as you zone out for a moment, is the first to transform.

It starts with a pained yelp, and her body crawls onto the ground, arms and legs are covered by brown fur. When she finally stands, on her four legs, she transforms fully into a large wolf, howling to the moon.

It is at that moment, when Jason and Halden attack from either side of the circle of shifters. Aiming at Paul. Margo, as well as a handful of families, joins them in their wolf form. Others, such as the Maximoff twins, shield themselves from the chaos and the riot.

Snarling. Growling. Whimpering.

While you begin to run.

Run as fast as you could. Run as if you are going to leave all of this behind you.

Twigs snap at your feet. Sharp leaves cut into your skin.

Something briefly makes your heart jump. Not the kind of squirrels or birds that spread their tails or flap their wings all of a sudden. Not the kind of scare that startles you for a second.

No.

Something from the inside. From the bottom of your heart.

Something that … is disturbed. Is cocooned. Wanting to come out. Waiting to come out.

You stop. Leaning onto a large tree trunk. Catching your breath.

You are no expert but you know whatever frightened you wasn’t normal.

It was your wolf. Sensing possible danger and threat. It was disturbed from the slumber you put it – her in.

Not there yet. You tell yourself. If you let go right now, the wolfsbane toxin still lingers in your blood. It could make you and your wolf hurt.

You take a deep breath and lower your heartbeat. You cannot afford your wolf to come out.

Not yet.

Not until you have drunk the antidote in Curtis’ place.

A rustling noise comes from your left, which instinctively forces you to run. Run to the only place you feel safe.

Run to Curtis.

The cabin stands in the middle of the forest, on the very edge of Wilford’s and Paul’s territory. Warm yellow glow shines from the porch, shining from the creek between the door and the door frame, suggesting someone – most likely Curtis – was waiting for your arrival.

You almost break Curtis’ door open before closing it. Panting. Supporting your body weight on the wooden planks that form the door. As Curtis shoves a small vial in your hands.

“Drink.” That’s all he says.

You take his word for it, downing the vial in one gulp, and almost immediately your blood bubbles like five liters of Spritz in your veins. The poisonous wolfsbane evaporates out of every pore on your skin, dissolving into harmless air.

“Better?” His cold blue eyes focus on you, handing you a large bath towel as you almost collapse on his chair, gesturing you to wipe the sweat off your body, “I calculated the dosage. The antidote should outweigh the poison, leaving a little behind to wake your wolf.”

You could have possibly broken a marathon record just now, but at this precise moment, you are too tired to speak, only nod as a reply. You take the towel off his hands, wrapping it around your body, and gently dabbing it on your face. You can feel the sweat streaming down on the edge of your eyebrows.

The towel has a faint scent on it. You are sure it doesn’t smell like Curtis, but something softer.

Lilac.

Catching your breath, you tear your mind from the topic of what kind of laundry detergent he uses, and turn to the more urgent one at hand: “The connection – my wolf,” you pause briefly, trying to recall the jump in your heart, “it stirs a little on my way here, is it alright?”

Curtis grabs a few vials from the kitchen table, nearly knocking down a few glass equipment as he prepares for your ceremony. He sighs, lightly shaking his head, “I not sure … to be honest. We will only have to wait. If she pops out, no harm no foul.”

“And if not?”

Curtis bears his eyes into yours, “If she doesn’t come out by morning, then we will both be in trouble.”

Your body can feel it. It is being called to at the wrong time, the wrong place. The moon is dropping low by the second and the right time has passed. The right time was hours ago.

Thirty minutes until the moon descends completely, you must get the wolf out.

Curtis paces around you.

"Sit down, will you? It's not like my wolf is counting your steps and waiting for the right number." You snap at him, despite knowing that you have dragged him into this mess in the first place. A little snarl slips out of your lips. Your wolf spirit is awakening, but not quite yet. Not quite there to unleash your wolf form.

Curtis has his gaze zeroing in on you. His eyes narrow for a split second before pushing two words out of his clenched teeth:

"Excuse me?"

You have been sitting on the ground for over an hour now. You have tried running, stomping, jumping around, almost everything you can do to alleviate your heartbeat and wake up your wolf. But deep down, the inside of your body has been awfully quiet.

On the other hand, Curtis has intimidated you enough regarding the topic of “what would happen if your wolf won’t come out”. There is a good chance of your wolf never waking up because the wolfsbane poison is too strong. A slim possibility would be your wolf acting out in the wrong place and at the wrong time, similar to how patients wake up from their coma. But nothing is for certain.

According to Curtis, his wolf woke when he stumbled into the woods after running away from his family. It was early, he had just reached the age of 18. And he had no pack alongside him for this process. He shifted quite painfully and nearly caused a stir in the nearby village if it were not for him running into a large tree trunk and knocking himself out cold.

"Excuse me?"

His words reach your ears, his eyes spark a glimpse of a reddish-gold, his hissing pushes and pokes you even further.

With your emotions on edge, there is no way you would slip past this chance to shove his stupid ass into his stupidly handsome face.

“Well, excuse you, but I’m trying to let my wolf out here. So, unless you have a better idea, kindly shut up and let me think.”

“It’s not about thinking.” He snaps back.

“Thanks, genius. Not sure how that’s gonna help.”

You are normally not like this. Angered. Agitated. You are kind and sweet, most of the time, and that’s why Curtis decided to help you. At least it’s one of the reasons.

His blue eyes spare you a glance.

“It’s about tapping into your raw emotions. Your primal instincts. The wolf spirit inside is all about the wilderness, not critical analysis.” He takes a deep breath to calm himself, pointing to his chest as an example, “Feel her here.”

“There’s nothing there!” You cry out due to visible frustration, “I can’t feel a goddamn thing!”

“That’s because you’re not trying hard enough!” He shouts.

“Well, maybe you killed it!” You scream.

A growl.

A growl and there is a jet-black wolf instead of Curtis.

His clothes tore off. His nose twitched. His fangs bared. What remained Curtis is the crystal blue eyes that are practically glaring daggers at you.

Another growl. And you assume he’s cursing in wolf vocabulary.

He – the wolf steps forward. And another growl rumbles from his large body. His snout is dangerously close to your face. If you run, there’s a good chance he rips your head off your shoulders.

But that riles you up even more.

“Don’t you fucking dare yell at me!” You shout back, feeling your heart is about to explode as your anger and the surge of your boiling blood travels down your limbs, “It’s not my fault that-”

Sharp claws land on the ground instead of your own hands, stopping your single-side shouting match and your thoughts as well. It’s silver, like the moon – though your sight feels different, taking a more yellowish color than your human vision. You can see more from the front and less from the sides. And your tail, it feels heavy. But natural, as you sway it like you have seen the puppies do. Your bones, your fur-coated skin, your strong legs. Everything feels new and … different.

Curtis takes a few steps back without you noticing – as you have said, your wolf side-vision is practically shit – and approaches you again in small, calculated steps.

His snout brushes the fur on your neck, sniffing you carefully.

A noise that is close to a snarl escape your lips – your snout. The anger is still running through your bloodstream, so you huff and turn, slapping his chest with your tail.

Curtis grunts in return, trotting up to sink his teeth into your fur. Not really to hurt you, but, you take a wild guess, to assert dominance.

You grumble a few dark words under your breath. You doubt you can speak “wolf”, but your ducking and escaping his bite certainly adds to the obvious fact that you won’t accept his lead.

Shaking your body like you have just emerged from the water, you put some distance between you and Curtis. There’s a tiny voice inside that yips “BITE HIM BACK” and you are fairly certain that’s your wolf. But you do your best to ignore it.

After all, you know that it is his effort that you and your wolf are intact, safe, and secure.

Curtis takes another careful step towards you, and you start to run.

Strong bones and muscles support your large wolf form, carrying you sprinting on the edge of pack territories. Your paws digging into the dirt, your nose twitching for peculiar scents in the forest, and your eyes focusing on your tracks.

Curtis catches up in just a few seconds, running along with you, bumping into your body, whether the act is out of deliberateness is unclear, but you bump into him as well.

You slow your steps into trotting, playfully trying to bite his neck. He yawns, nibbling on your front leg as an act of defiance. Somehow, it has ended up in a strangle. You tackle him on the ground, sprawling over him like it is a blanket instead of a wolf underneath. His teeth are bare and a little rumbling is simmering down his throat before he flips you over easily, howling to the moon – while the moon is practically nowhere to be seen as the sky turns a lighter shade of blue.

You take the chance and shrink to your human form, mounting on him easily as you have been living in the woods your whole life. You are more or less of a climber, which makes you giggle in triumph as you lie on his back and grip his dark fur tightly, just in case he decides to flip you over again.

He freezes.

His soft black fur wraps around your body like a second skin, which your brain realizes, in hindsight, that you ripped through your clothes during the sudden transformation, and now you are lying stripped naked on his back. On Curtis’ back.

Embarrassment floods your face as you bury your burning cheeks into his back deeper, mumbling, “Could you please take me back? I don’t have any clothes on …”

Curtis does not reply, but his action speaks for him. He turns in the direction from which you came and starts jogging towards his place.

You didn’t run very far at the beginning, and it doesn’t take long as Curtis stops at where you transformed.

You jump to the ground from his back, hurriedly covering your body with the large towel he brought in his backpack and shrugging his jacket over your shoulders. Shoes are a bummer, as you left them in your home, and the soft soil under your feet does not bother you to put some shoes on.

Curtis, now fully returned to his human form, takes his clothes to put them on behind a tree, emerging a few seconds later, dressed in a grey T-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Expecting to put the awkward ride behind your head, you whisper a soft “Thank you” and ask, “By the way, that thing you mentioned, the one possibility where the transformation could have less audience, why … or what is that? Is it like … an old ritual?”

The three a.m. tiredness is creeping up towards him. “It’s … an ancient lore.” He fumbles with his words as he walks to his cabin with you, “More like a myth, actually.”

“If we can work on this myth – I mean, it worked on me, didn’t it? Then wolves don’t have to be in their pack when they shift.” You pipe up, still very excited about the fact that you have transformed, “Think about how it would benefit the young shifters -”

“Because it has a critical, almost crucial condition.” Curtis sighs, “Can we not talk about this? It’s almost four and I’m tired.”

“But could you tell me the condition, at least?” You blink, “Please?”

Was he this annoying at the age of 19? He doubts so. But alas, shifters always say that a pair of wolves should be different, that’s what makes their mating bond tight.

Curtis is probably using the ration of sighing for the next year as he reluctantly compels himself to tell the truth.

Well, more like his wolf is encouraging him to tell the truth, or else, he’s going to annoy Curtis till his – their deaths.

He takes a deep breath.

What Curtis didn’t tell you at the beginning, was that he did not knock himself out cold as an accident. He stumbled to the edge of Paul’s territory and smelt you.

A hint of your raw and immature scent.

Lilac.

That put him out cold and restored his sane brain, along with the loss of his energy for running all night.

“The myth tells of only one other wolf’s presence at the transformation. The true mate’s presence.”

By the time Jason finally has his mind free of the trivia from his pack, he agrees with your parents and starts a hunt for you. Halden traces your scent to the cabin in the woods. Curtis’ place. By then you have already gone.

Clothes and necessities packed. His pickup truck driven away. Leaving a room full of dust and herbs and creaky furniture behind.

A few sightings of a big black creature have been reported since then. Myths start to spread, claiming that a bloodthirsty bear is lurking in the forests.

But it’s just Curtis on his herbs hunt.

Such sightings always make you grin that Curtis and his wolf made their way to urban legends.

“Have you thought about joining a new pack? Treating the shifters with your herbs and potions?” You dip your toes into the lake, watching as the “terrifying” big black wolf takes another lap in the water under the moonlight.

His wolf huffs, jumping onto the shore and shaking his body, soaking your shirt with the water beads from his fur.

“Okay, okay! Point taken!” You raise your hand in defeat.

“Firstly, it’s not potions, pup, it’s called herbal medication.” Curtis returns to his human form, dries himself with a towel, and sits beside you with his jeans on. “Secondly, we’ve been near so many pack territories, and nearly nothing grows. And last,” he points towards your backpack which has your laptop and books inside, “you’ve still got your college for three more years, and we’re not going anywhere before that.”

“We could find a spot in the mountains when I graduate.” You lean onto his firm chest, feeling his heartbeat in a steady rhythm and his warmth radiating from his skin, yawning, “Just the two of us, y’know? In a small town, in the woods, with a small patch of land for you to grow the herbs … and … a small cabin … and … beds not creaky …”

Curtis presses a kiss to the top of your head as you fall asleep.

“I know, pup.” He whispers, “I know.”

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[amidst-wonderland]

ELIZABETH LANCE-WAYNE

REAL NAME : elizabeth lance-wayne FACE-CLAIM : olivia cooke MAIN ALIAS : siren OTHER ALIASES : starling ⭑ batgirl ⭑ black canary ⭑ crow ⭑ molly malone KEY RELATIVES : bruce wayne (father) ⭑ dinah lance (mother) ⭑ damian wayne, (half-brother) ⭑ olive west-wayne (daughter) ⭑ ronan west-wayne (son) AFFILIATION : batman family ⭑ justice league ⭑ birds of prey ⭑ teen titans ⭑ suicide squad ⭑ flash family ⭑ team arrow ⭑ wayne enterprises BASE OF OPERATIONS : gotham city ⭑ keystone ⭑ star city ⭑ new york city

ORIGIN & LIVING STATUS

ALIGNMENT : hero LIVING STATUS : alive, formerly deceased PLACE OF BIRTH : gotham city UNIVERSE : prime earth IDENTITY : secret CITIZENSHIP : american MARITAL STATUS : separated, it's complicated. OCCUPATION : wedding planner ⭑ socialite (former) ORIGIN : hereditary metagene obtained from mother, black canary. took on protégé role of starling as a child. CAUSE OF DEATH(S) one | killed by the joker after being stabbed with an electric rod during an arkham aslyum surveillance mission with robin and kid flash in an attempt to blow the island sky-high. two | shot by royal flush gang's queen during 'task force x' operation three | impaled by zoom in an act of revenge against flash iii four | beaten to death by 'death metal' alternative, screech in attempt to protect her children

SKILLS & ABILITIES

expert detective master martial artist and hand-to-hand combatant ultra-sonic scream (canary cry) enhanced strength and speed expert strategist, tactician and field commander trained gymnast espionage utilises high-tech equipment and weapons, such as her element adaptive mono-wire proficient archer sound immunity

RELATIONSHIPS / ASSOCIATIONS

marriage | wally west long-term | roy harper fling | adian cobblepot ⭑ joseph wilson

heroes | bruce wayne ⭑ dinah lance ⭑ wally west ⭑ zatanna zatara ⭑ barbara gordon ⭑ dick grayson ⭑ roy harper ⭑ donna troy ⭑ jason todd ⭑ tim drake ⭑ stephanie brown ⭑ cassandra cain ⭑ renee montoya villains | harley quinn ⭑ magpie ⭑ cupid ⭑ rainbow raider ⭑ royal flush gang ⭑ screech ⭑ mad hatter ⭑ catwoman ⭑ hazard ⭑ poison ivy ⭑ killer frost ⭑ joker ⭑ punchline ⭑ court of owls

MISC.

elizabeth was the batgirl to jason's robin and is arguably the closest with him, post resurrection.

after being stripped of her cowl again by bruce, elizabeth winds up babysitting 'task force x' with long-time friend, roy harper and dawning a new short-term alias, crow. the two find comfort in each-other within the band of belligerent criminals as ex-titans, roy after his split with jade and elizabeth longing for a love she doesn't even know she's forgotten.

she’s viewed as an almost modern day ‘daisy buchanan’ type figure in gotham for better or worse

elizabeth's wayne!persona feeds into the catty high-school popular girl, a little ditzy but applying where it counts. she's no valedictorian but fronting the cheer squad and the debate team whilst earning herself prom queen is no small feat (think torrance shipman) but unfortunately for her date and half the school's male populous, she's head-over-heels for nobody but keystone's cocky redhead with a heart of gold. post-gotham academy, she becomes a hilton-type party girl which doesn't go down well with wally.

even after their separation (in name only, these two would literally die for each-other) wally is still persistent that she keeps her flash button-pin on her person at all times, just in case. even after a fight, yet another break or just a storm-out he'll always be there when she needs him and he knows she's stubborn enough to only press it when she really needs him.

liz was a pretty taken aback by wally's reappearance. learning of a life she once had, the children she'd forgotten and unlike everyone else that accepted wally back almost immediately, liz was a little slower, much to wally's impatience.

she covers for her mother as black canary during league outings whilst dinah is on maternity leave, even keeping with the mantle when teaming up with wally when he returns to the flash role.

dinah and bruce were only briefly together, bruce hadn't even begun his career as batman and dinah was working part-time as a florist and club singer.

liz and dick are the same age.

all three of her costumes incorporate led lining, more-so her time as batgirl with the cowl, her batgirl colour-coding was black and sheer white, whilst starling had an ombre rainbow lining - similar to the bird and siren taking on both aspects with the black and white costume and rainbow led lights.

KEY ARCS / MOMENTS / STORYLINE

MATCHES (UNDER THE RED HOOD PREQUEL)

central characters | elizabeth lance-wayne (molly malone) ⭑ jason todd ⭑ tim drake ⭑ cassandra cain ⭑ selina kyle ⭑ adian cobblepot ⭑ oswald cobblepot ⭑ edward nygma ⭑ carmine falcone ⭑ dick grayson ⭑ barbara gordon

whilst batman is off-world with the justice league, the rest of his team have been tasked to protect gotham so newly returned elizabeth gets a whiff of a developing human trafficking ring, she swiftly adopts the 'molly malone' persona in order to infiltrate their operations and put a stop to it. however, she's met with some resistance from the city's newest mob-boss, the red hood.

notable beats

one | this is elizabeth's first solo operation in gotham since the batgirl mantle was taken from her and since she married childhood sweetheart wally west, who is currently off-world with bruce. two | selina helping elizabeth get into the spoilt mafia brat image with hair as big as her tits, heels as fake as her lips and leopard print dress peaking above her ass. during this, cass watches on at the pseduo-mother / daughter moment, longing back to her own childhood. three | seducing oswald cobblepot's absolute meathead unit of a son, adian as malone's guard-dog boyfriend after 'spontaneously' meeting in gotham's 'my alibi' strip club with the promise of opening a brothel (refuge for victims), playing on his sycophantic eagerness to get impress / out-do his own father, mirroring elizabeth's own ambition. four | red hood interrupting her first meeting with the gotham rogues, removing their attention from her, to him. jason identifies liz immediately, being aware of the 'malone' schtick from bruce but decides to toy with her game-plan just to tick her off. five | jason overhears an argument between tim and liz ordering him and cass to back-off the op, he decides to stir the pot by ambushing the boy-wonder. six | elizabeth returns to her and wally's shared penthouse only to be confronted with the red hood confirming her identity as a wayne and poking at her marriage, "does west know you're hanging off penguin jr?" taunting her to press the alarm, knowing bruce and the scarlet-speeder would return seeing the mess she's made of the op, jason offers her a hand.

ROYAL ROULETTE (THE SUICIDE SQUAD) - breakdown to be added

below is just some fun i had after seeing the suicide squad, enjoy!

SNIPPET

“Joining you, Dubois will be two classified and undercover operatives with decades of field experience between them, though you may find their methods in comparison to your active teammates are rather passive.” Amanda Waller drags out as she walks the marksman through the bleak halls of the prison. “Both parties are, like you doing this with a certain level of willingness, but again like you, they have their own rather elusive baggage.”    Dubois continued to follow the woman into her office before being shown some very familiar inmates, one blond and the other ginger, who’d been a real pain in his-    “Arsenal. Speedy and Red Arrow all known aliases of former Green Arrow protégé, Roy Harper. I know you’re aware of Mr. Harper’s craft, but you may relax. He is your covert second-wave operative on this mission.”    “Does he know that?”    “He’s been warned, whether or not he wishes to push my buttons is entirely up to him.”    “Blondie here, is your problem.”    “That’s not Quinn, is it?”    “Far from, this is Siren. Meta-human.”    “Christ.”    “That’s a moot point a third of your team are meta-humans, but this one, used to be Batgirl.”    “Fuck off.”    “Watch that tongue.”    “I thought the Bats were good guys.”    “Yeah, well some of them have tendencies, including this one.”    “What’s she do?”    “Classified.”    “How’d you get her to agree?”    “Classified.”    “Does the Batman know?”    “He knows his daughter is doing covert work for me.”    “Ooh, lying to the cape-crusader is-“ Dubois furrowed his brows, “Did you say daughter?”    “That I did. Siren is a meta-human with enhanced strength, equipped with a Canary Cry that can shatter just about any form of glass within a two-mile radius. Her mother is Black Canary, her Step-father? Green Arrow and her husband is the fastest man alive,” Waller tensed, “Dubois, no matter what the circumstances may be, I do suggest that you and your team do not cross this woman, specifically Quinn.”    “What do the Gothamites have history?” he joked, although Waller did not reciprocate.    “You don’t spend five years as Batgirl without a run in with the Clown. Joker killed her brother, paralysed her teammate, and critically injured herself to the brink of death that she spent seven months in the ICU, all to enact a grand idea that involved blowing Arkham Island to bits.”    “What happened?”    “Two metal rods, and fifty-thousand volts. Folks said the scream could be heard from Metropolis.”    “How’s she not dead?”    “Rumour is Kid Flash was able to restart her heart.”    “So Quinn’s a sore-spot?”    “I don’t want them left alone, Siren won’t kill but Quinn would in retaliation, and I don’t want the job of explaining to Flash why his wife’s body was left in some South American jungle because of a psychotic jester who nearly killed her as a teenager.”    “The bomb threat?”    “As far as she's concerned, there isn't one.”    “Why?”    “Guess.” “What about Quinn?” “Quinn’s quick and unpredictable, Siren could be dead before I hit the button. They’ve known each other for a decade - know how to make each other tick therefore it is your job to make sure they don’t."    “You want me to babysit two grown fucking women? If she’s this much of a hassle then what use is she to us?”    “Siren has trained with nothing but the best, she is a skilled, heavy hitting fighter, acrobat, tech genius, can speak four languages fluently – one of which you will need – and can be an excellent diversion when the moment calls for it. Her skill set is vital to the completion of this mission.”    “And yet Quinn?”    “Cannon fodder. She’s got more balls than any other man on your team.”

[krilati]

Why no?

Sooo, when Jason was sended to Gotham from LOA, he did it on a ship. And there was a moment when the ship was caught in a strong storm. Jason was thrown overboard. He only survived because he was taken by a research vessel. The only problem was that this vessel wasn't going to return to land for 4 months. And their radio was broken in this storm so they can't just call someone to help Jason. In the samr time Jason wasn't going to hurt innocent people who just saved his life. 4 months he was living in the small ship with 4 people. At first he tried to distract himself from rage that was inside by talking with sientiect. Then he tried to piece them off. Then the ship's crew sat Jason down and explained that they had several more Meians to travel and they could not afford to interrupt their research due to infighting. So either Jason says what's going on, or all of his things and he himself suddenly remain unsecured and fly around the deck. They talked and talked, and Jason was in non-stop therapy for 4 months.

The most intresting moment was when the crew didn't tell him to stop his rebelling against B. Instead, they told Jason to "kick your old man" and "my son at your age rebelled against every decision I made, it's normal to go through this." But they told him to not touch a kid, they always called him his little brother, and Jason didn't notice a moment when he stoped called Tim as Replacment. Even after some of the fury died down, his theatricality never went away. With the full approval of the old scientists, a new plan was built to confront Batman.

--------------------- Batman never thought there would come a time when he would be on the run not only from an angry new crime lord but also from almost everyone in Gotham who had a weapon lived there more than a month. - Give me back my son! Look at my eyes and prove that you are more than a bat incapable of constructive dialogue.

Batman just grunted, the bullets licked his heels, so he was unable to stop and look into anyone's eyes.

Bruce didn't understand how it all went so far; at first, no one from his family took the new criminal seriously, who seemed to be obsessed with Robin. They laughed at the joke about Tim being his son and continued to investigate his identity.

But if they laughed, then the people of Gotham listened. And Batman could only think that if the inhabitants of Gotham protected themselves from criminals with the same zeal with which they hunted him, Batman would not be needed at all.

Tim didn't laught too. Some time ago he starts to get such a messege as "Why you didn't eat a dinner?", "Stop spying, you have a school tommorow" or "You twisted your ankle yesterday, go home, baby bird.". He wasn't scared enough to not be interested in the identity of the sender. Moreover, he thinks that this is Red Hood - new crime lord.

The one Bruce had removed him from. And now Tim had a real chance to find out Hood's identity!

So he wasn't going to tell anyone about the messages.

But now, looking at the fresh food in the fridge, Tim couldn't understand why he hadn't realized that if someone knew your phone number, they most likely also knew your identity and address.

[makethatelevenrings]

Okay, if it's okay for you to write this little idea I had. So, uhm, you know a little angst in which reader is a vigilante (a very good one) but they get hurt protecting some people, Jason has no idea until they see reader in the Batcave sleeping and trying to get better. All this for him to have an epiphany and understanding he wants to be with reader even tho he's afraid and kinda sucks at feelins. Happy ending, please, because reader vigilante is a badass and wouldn't let Jason alone in this big bad world uwu

"Mission report," Jason announced as he climbed off his bike. "Got the victims safely out of the building and to medical care before the warehouse went...boom."

"And did this building go boom because of them? Or you?" Tim asked as he typed Jason's report into the database.

"Need to know, Timbo." He removed his helmet and tossed it onto the desk next to his younger brother. "Am I the last one in?"

Tim stiffened just slightly, but he dipped his chin in affirmation. "Steph and Cass are back with Oracle. Damian is...he's in the med bay."

With you, the words went unspoken. Jason pushed away from the desk and beelined for the med bay. Bruce, still in his suit, was bent over you on a cot while Alfred flitted about the small area. Damian sat next to the cot, his face drawn tight with shame.

"How are they?" Jason asked quietly. "What happened?"

Your eyelids didn't flutter. Didn't crack open at all, giving him a glimpse of the mischievous glint always present in them. You just stayed still and limp against the white sheets.

"It's my fault," Damian explained. "I...they jumped in front of me and took a knife aimed at my back."

Bruce was silent as he bandaged up your thigh. Jason moved to stand next to his father and he reached out to smooth a hand along your cheek. Dirt smudged along your nose and jaw and he rubbed it away.

"Nah, not your fault, baby bird," Jason assured him. He knew the kid was beating himself up. "They're the most stubborn, self-sacrificial motherfucker I've ever met."

It's why I love them, he wanted to say. Hell, he wanted to scream it. He wanted to pull you into his lap and cradle you, keeping away all the violence and rage he had experienced. He knew you chose this life just like he did. You wanted to help in your own way. Didn't mean he had to like it.

"They'll be okay," Bruce finally said. "Bed rest for a week and no patrol for a month, but they'll be fine. It'll leave a scar, but that's about it."

Another scar on your precious skin. Jason nodded, but he didn't tear his eyes away from your sleeping face. "Dilaudid?"

Bruce hummed an affirmative as he secured the bandage and pulled a blanket up to your shoulders. "It'll wear off in about four hours. They'll get a painkiller every six hours. Alfred will make sure they stay on schedule. You'll stay here?"

There was some sort of unsaid hope in Bruce's eyes. Jason hesitated but if it meant you being safe and secure in the Manor with top of the line medical care just a few feet away, then yeah, he would stay.

"Let's go, Damian. You need rest. You can come see them in the morning," Bruce ordered.

"But-" The youngest Wayne clearly didn't want to leave the side of the person he felt he failed.

"Go, demon brat. I'll be here all night. Promise," Jason assured him. Damian looked between him and the sleeping figure between them and then nodded sharply.

"I expect you to care for them to your upmost ability," Damian said. Little shit was terrified of admitting that he cared.

"With my life," Jason swore.

The cave slowly emptied out as people headed to bed. Jason waited until Alfred left before he slipped away from your bedside and returned with a small cloth and a bottle of mask solvent. Carefully, he eased the glue off of your face and removed your domino mask, laying it on the small nightstand next to the cot. His followed shortly after.

"Jay?" you slurred. A small smile lifted at the corner of his lips and he gently moved you over before sliding in next to you. His arm encircled your waist and he nestled his chin on top of your head.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."

I'll be here every day. Every morning and every night. I'll be here as long as you want me to be around. As long as you can stand me. Until I end up in a coffin again and even then, I'd dig my way out and crawl back to you all over again.

[trust-and-jump]

stupid and sad about reverse robins,

no one's probably going to understand what the hell is going on here (and forgive me for bad writing) but

damian as jason's older brother in reverse Robins is everything to me

like

dami hiding brotherly bullying behind training lmao

but also protecting jay as much as he can and prepare for everything

and giving difficult homework, gifting a weapon, being proud, being useful, being good for someone, for once in his life

and spending time with him, and sensing that warm unfamiliar feeling-------------------------------------------------

and going to bruce to say that he's quitting being Nightwing , because he can't live in peace with himself knowing that jason died in his suit, with his toy (because Shrike persona always has been just a toy, he understands it now, humiliated by fate), with his encouragement, with his "You are a good Shrike, Jason, it would be just a waste of talent and training to let you quit now because of some childish insecurities" and how he never should have let jason be Shrike in the first place.

and bruce who is actually guilty because, in the end, jason WANTED to stop being Shrike and create a new hero identity, new name, new suit, because "Gotham doesn't need Shrike anymore". He wanted but bruce freaked out and didn't want to let jason go and asked him to wait a little longer before becoming Bluejay.

and well, Joker doesn't hate Shrikes. not like Robins. they are the part of mistery, Bat's little carnivorous birds, but he does hate jay's Shrike because this one made Batman different, this one made him actually laugh, this one is not like others.

it was just a poor timing, really

but bruce just knows that if only he agreed to jason's plans it wouldn't happen. so he can't. he can't let damian blame himself alone. he knows for sure he can't be Batman, too. not after this.

damian didn't know about jay's plans (because he didn't listen the reasons behind jason's words when jay first tried to tell him why), didn't know bruce's role in this. he does, now, when bruce shows his own mind in response, shows his own crime in response. when he practically begs damian to blame him, to yell at him. like damian did not so long ago.

and they look at each other and just know that nothing they can say to each other is going to erase that guilt, because it's not just a feeling, they ARE guilty.

but damian knows jason wouldn't want for bruce to stop being Batman. and bruce knows jason wouldn't want for dami to stop being Nightwing. wouldn't want for them to stop helping people that way. and they both know they don't want to leave each other alone in field.

so they just agree to try to do their best, still. and that Nightwing returns to Gotham.

unfortunately their best right now is very bad.

nothing works. nothing ever works.

they just have to keep hiding the corpse in the Cave, the body no one but them sees, the guilt no one but them sees. partners in crime, father and son. no one else has to know. let them think it was just a clown, let the others think they don't live with actual murderers.

jay's at cementry, but the memory of him is here. and it's not a good memory.

____

Damian and Bruce being stupid and sad. and I want to hug them so much; they are so not like themselves that they would let me, I think. it's even more sad my guys.

upd: I started posting the fic finally

[theundeadsnake]

Hi I'm new and Im already liking the way you write for slender and offender.

So what about splendor? Friends, lovers, enemies, kinda thing.

Love

Splendor doesn’t have any expectations of ever having a lover, nor a specific type of person he desires. Who he ends up with, really does come down the chance.

Though there are some people he would be more compatible with than others.

Someone sweet, funny, easily excited, or maybe even shy would make a great match for him. They do say that birds of a feather tend to flock together.

On the other hand, if you are a criminal, someone whose name spells danger or mischief, he won’t ever take much of an interest in you.

While Splendor has grown up in an environment full of crime and structure, he doesn’t have any desire to have that in his life. What he wants is a comforting, relaxing life with little to no worries.

He wants to dress you up, spoil you and please you and would go above and beyond for you.

And yet, despite his strong urge to spoil you, he doesn’t need to be around you constantly. He loves spending time with you, it gives him plenty of pleasure, but life needs to involve many small fun elements. So, he wants both himself and his partner to have hobbies, interests, and passion. Fun outside the relationship.

If you are an obsessive little hobbyist or simply have something that brings you a great deal of joy, that sparkle in your eye, is bound to catch his attention.

A sweet passionate partner is definitively his cup of tea, but so is an anxious mess. He finds those types of people to be cute in their own way.

He doesn’t want to scare others like his brothers do, though by nature feels both satisfaction and pleasure from being able to create such feelings in others.

Friendship

As an extrovert with plenty of interests, he visits a lot of social places. His friends include artists, elderly folks at bingo night, and random people one might pass on the street.

At the mansion, a place he visits reluctantly he has a few people he tends to spend time with. Both Jason and Bloody Painter enjoy the arts in their own individual ways, spending time with them brings them can be fun.

While Sally and Toby have their own different individual niches. Sally is probably his favorite friend at the Mansion.

In a sense beings like her play a large part in why he visits. He might as well bring a bit of joy to that depressing place.

Murder

No. Just no.

Murder, killing, hurting others, or bringing suffering to anyone is not something he desired to do ever.

Why others do it when it is not necessary baffles him. Self-defense or protecting a loved one is understandable to him but ending a life for the sake of it isn’t.

Instead of killing, he would rather negotiate or resolve the conflict in an effective way that will not start an inter-generational feud. Splendor has learned a lot from watching his siblings.

[wolfverse-stories]

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Falling in Reverse

Main fic- Damian was the first boy Wonder he chose to create his own path, he became Nightwing. Tim was the second boy whonder path was chosen for him the day he died he became the Red Hood. Jason is the current Robin what will his path be? And how will this affect the path of Dick Grayson the future Robin.

Dreams aren't always pleasant-Damian gets sent to an earth where Tim never dies. He soon learns that might not be a good thing. After everything that happens Damian is forced to review his relationship with all his siblings.

Five times Tim got a hug and the one time he gave-Tim Drake doen't need a hug. His friends and Family disagree

Five times Jason said I love you and the first time someone said it back- Love isn't easy for Jason Todd

The Book of love-A small look into the love life of a Reversed Bat family (Song fic)

Camera one-Tim Drake never had an easy life but maybe his second could be better (songfic)

For more Falling in Reverse check out the Falling in Reverse Tumbler page

The watchers

Main fic-A darker twist on reverse robins. Tim Drake left the life of the bat behind. Or at least that's what he thought until he received a visit from an unlikely guest. Now he leads his own team of misfits known as the watchers.

For more Watchers check out The Watchers Tumbler page

Gotham emergency

Main fic-They may not be crime-fighting vigilantes but they're still the heroes of Gotham City ( Doctors Jason, Cop Dick, Detective Tim, Special needs dance instructor Cass)

For more Gotham Emergency check out the Gotham Emergency Tumblr page

Falling Slowly

Main fic-Tim Drake is the oldest of the Wayne children and that comes with a lot of responsibility that he's not ready for

Wings for protecting

Kids with rough childhoods are given winged protectors to keep them safe. Dick Grayson is the Protector for Jason Todd and Tim Drake is the Protector for Damian Wayne.

Tower of birds

Main fic-Tony never planned on kids so now he has five (Tony adopts the Batboys)

Magneto's Kids

Main fic-Erik Lehsherr thought he had no family left, while he was wrong. In fact, he has three kids Wanda Pietro and Peter. After some random attacks on teen mutants, he decides to move all his children in his house. Things only get harder as they all become part of a team to catch this Mutant hunter. Not to mention the two humans Erik is now forced to work with

Back from the dead-Pietro is back from the dead and has two people he really wants to see. Little does he know his Sister and best friend have some news they're not quite ready to share.

Falling on you-Events that happen prior to the Magneto's Kids Story/ Jack gets an unexpected knock at his door

Sick day-Peter's not feeling too good, luckily Pietro and Wanda are there to help

Our Broken Justice

Main fic-Lorna Dane is Green Lantern sidekick she helped found Young Justice. Her brother Pietro Maximoff is a speedster raised in Cadmus

Other

It's the end of the World as we know it (And I'm not fine)-Most of the Justice League disappeared and a new virus has taken over the world. The only safe place is the Watch Tower however the closest Zeta tube is in Teaxes and the bats are split into two groups. Now it's a race against time to get to the watch tower. (Or reverse bat brothers but with zombies)

More to be add

[magicofrobin]

thoughts on huntress & red hood costume swap + general red hood costume thoughts probably

(inspired by a post from @birds-of-x)

helena asking jason how he can wear all those layers when he's out fighting bc she's HOT as FUCK in his costume and he shrugs it off like, "well normally im not out when the sun is out so? that's not a problem" or "it's usually kind of cold in gotham"

and those are sort of true reasons, but they're not the most important factors?

and i do think at some point he explains it to helena at some point but in a This Isn't A Big Deal Please Don't Make It One (which is usually how he handles telling dick things bc dick. doesn't necessarily overreact but he does empathise rlly strongly and he's got that protective big brother energy sometimes + he. does try to get jason to talk to him)

the reasons for all his layers tho!

protection is a big one. he's got hella armor / padding / protection on his costume bc he knows what it's liking going out in a costume without any of that. robin didn't have that much protection on him and look how that ended up.

he doesn't like feeling exposed. this has lots of different factors playing into it but a big one once again relates back to robin. robin didn't wear as much as he does now and again, it's all about knowing how those injuries feel and not wanting to feel them again. (& i think. just being uncomfortable – even back then – with people being able to see a lot of him. like if you consider how his robin costume changes in utrh, he adds pants and long sleeves to his costume. this is a boy who desires more protection AND wants to be covered up more. ill die on this hill)

this is rooted in a personal hc of mine but i think jason pretty much always feels cold since hes come back to life. like physically he's warmish to the touch but he's ALWAYS cold. so all the layers help fight that a little bit. so where helena ends up too hot under all his layers he'd only?? feel kind of warm.

& he'd be ??? when she questions the full mask / hood. unless he hadn't explained everything abt how & why he came back to gotham lmao. if he hasn't he's going to be like... yeah i didn't want bruce or anyone else to know that i was red hood. it would've ruined the whole revenge plan shit.

then once his identity reveal happened he'd tell helena that he kept wearing it bc bruce and dick found out he's walking around with what's essentially a bomb on his head and they'd didn't care for that much. so it's part of his whole Menace Energy yknow

(in my heart it's tim that told them. it was payback for something)

in the context of the costume swap i Hope that helena already knows his mask has explosives and she doesn't just find out then. while she's wearing it. & once again he's acting like it's not a big deal, as if it doesn't tell people he has a massive death wish.

but basically his entire red hood costume was designed with safety in mind. the explosive mask bc he'd rather die again then be captured and tortured like he was. armor and layers so no skin is exposed so injuries aren't as bad. he's giving himself the protection he needed as robin that bruce didn't think to give him.

this is one of the last things i want to say i think, but if you consider how i picture jason's costume for my interp than he's wearing TWO jackets (hes got his heavy jacket & hoodie) + a long sleeve shirt. helena has to be DYING i feel so bad for her

[dairy-farmer]

Tim is the perfect victim to Dick's grooming. He has absent parents, and later they both died. His introduction to the family was during one of the most difficult times. Bruce was harsh, too harsh towards Tim. Bruce and Tim are still learning how to navigate a healthier relationship than the one they first had. Jason and Damian tried to kill Tim multiple times. Alfred always stays silent. There's a reason why he maintains his position as a butler. He may be family to the Waynes but he will always remain at a distance so that he can continue being the loyal butler.

Tim was and always will be alone. At least until his big brother Dick comes to visit from Bludhaven. Dick is his only true ally. Dick is the one who cheers him up and cares for him. He is the only one who loves Tim. So he should pay Dick back, shouldn't he? Dick says he only wants to do it because he loves Tim. Dick is such a good big brother, it's only right that he fucks Tim's cunny and fill it up with Dick's babies. And Dick rejoices. At last, Tim is his.

Then Bruce dies. And Dick makes a mistake. He was too forceful. Years of grooming and getting to know Tim yet he forgot that Tim responds best when gently coaxed. In his defense, Dick had to shoulder a lot of problems since taking the mantle of Batman. The death of his father and mentor had Dick confronting the mortality of everyone in the family. If his dad can die, then so can Tim. And the incident the night before was proof of that. A rogue was so close. So close to harming his Tim. His baby bird. Then after being benched for only a day, Tim comes to him with tales of Bruce lost in a time stream. Tim was in danger. He was hurting himself. Then Damian had decided it was the best time to come out in the Robin uniform when he told Damian that he can only patrol after he has a talk with Tim. Dick didn't have any plans to start that very night. And now Tim is gone. He left Dick alone in Gotham.

He'll coax Tim back to him when he comes back. He has to come back. For now, Dick contents himself with imagining what he'll do to Tim when comes home. All his apologies and punishments.

That's all I have (⁠・⁠ω⁠・⁠). But I like to imagine Tim coming home either pregnant or no longer pregnant because he lost the baby. Any scenario is good for angst and I can't decide. But the pregnancy might mean gentler punishments and the loss meant harsher ones. The loss of pregnancy might mean a much more susceptible Tim but the alive baby might not because it means Tim was right and good enough to protect his baby.

!!!!!!!!!!!! dick is prime groomer matierial!!! he's well-liked, social, attractive, and tim already likes him. and tim- tim is already 45% groomed just as he is. the way he's isolated, the way there's no strong parental figure in his life, and the fact that dick is the only one in his corner. dick comforts tim and holds him after he's reprimanded by bruce, hurt by damian and jason, or burned by alfred's silence.

tim had to be eased into the touching, he had to understand that dick being able to fuck him makes him very happy and if tim wants to repay all of dick's kind words and late night comforts this was the way to do it. the trick of it is to make sure tim enjoys himself as well. if tim dislikes it, if it scares him, or hurts him then dick will have to try even harder the next time to convince him to let dick fuck into his little princess hole.

when tim gets pregnant dick is ecstatic because now tim will be connected to him forever!! even if tim hates him or leaves him like so many have before, dick will always have a leash to him through their baby that's half his.❤️❤️❤️❤️