#radio free jason

[ktkat99]

I have a job that requires me to use a walkie talkie. That has led me to the opinion that, whenever the batkids are bored, they play around with the comms.

Red Robin- Someone just did a freakishly accurate Scooby-Doo laugh and if they do it again I'm showing up in their closet tonight

Nightwing- Ruh-ro

Red Robin- I am in the sewer. It is pitch dark. I do not need you scaring the shit out of me

Red Hood- Ruh-ro, Raggy.

Red Robin- Hate you all

Yyyyy

Batwoman- And you wonder why I'd rather go solo than team up with any of you?

Nightwing- Well, we needed an objective, unbiased opinion

Batwoman- You all failed

Robin- But who failed the least?

Batwoman- The next time you brats call me, someone had better be dead

Red Hood- Deal. Now come on, who won?

Batwoman- You called me to judge which of you could sound more like a Wookie. None of you won

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Every single member of the Batfamily lies about their taste in music

Damian will claim that he only listens to classical music and that everything else is beneath him.

Damian will unironically listen to trashy Arab pop and the absolute worst Bollywood songs known to man (Dick introduced him to them and he hates the fact that sometimes he gets Sheila Ki Jawani stuck in his head during missions)

Tim will put on the most ear grating hyper pop you've ever heard and claim with full chest that these is the peak of humanities capabilities with music (Damian, Jason and Steph have all tried to kill him for this take) He will also play stuff like the living tombstones and sing it obnoxiously loud when he's working on the computer.

Tim however loves his 90s grunge and it's all that's playing in his headphones. (think nirvana, pearl Jam, Melvins, Alice in Chains etc) He has tracked down so many shirts and concert posters and watched every bit of content from the older shows.

Jason will claim he only listens to east coast rap, biggie, Nas, Jay etc and maybe some older metal. He will fight you on east vs west coast music, there will be weaponry involved.

Jason likes rap music... he unfortunately prefers west coast rap and has listened to no vaseline like 500 times. He will deny this till the day he dies...again. (Dick knows and threatens to tell Steph)

Steph will steal the aux and play Taylor Swifts greatest hits until one of the Boys threatens mutiny. Every single one of the bats has had style stuck in their heads during a stakeout at least twice. She will claim that the only rap song she can tolerate in Eminem and the 7/11 is Beyoncés best song.

Steph is an underground fan, think the dude selling mixtapes on the subway type shit. She also unlike Jason genuinely loves East Coast Rap music more than anything and knows every single wu-tang clan song by heart, same with Biggie. Not only does she love the music she also spends any free time binging those "history of rap and its consequences" videos and has been a firm believer that P.Diddy had a hand in a lot of the Death row records well...deaths.

Cass, well everyone thinks Cass has really good taste bc its Cass and she has zero flaws (don't @ me) she never takes the aux and will usually listen to her music while she's chilling or doing stretches. None of them have heard or seen a single one of her playlists except Duke.

its all 2010s top 40s pop music and like the trashy kind too, Beauty and the Beat, Kesha, Katy Perry. It's her turning of her brain time and she will be straight vibing to Rude! by magic or Boom Clap or Shower. she has shown this to Duke, smirked and told him that even if he tried to tell anyone they wouldn't believe him.

Duke is the only one who doesn't... lie. He just hides a few things. Lies of omission don't count as lies when the bats will lie to you about what they had for breakfast, while they are visibly eating breakfast. Duke says he listens to everything and he does. Literally everything. His patrol Jam is offensive bc it with start with Norwegian death metal and immediately switches to "like a G6" followed by kendrick Lamar and then descendants Disney channel movie music.

Bruce... Bruce is just weird, everyone asks him and gets a different answer. Bc he doesn't... like music. Like at all. It's all noise, his mother played instruments so he learned like 14 and he hates how they all sound. He just like vague batwings fluttering in dead silence.

Dick Grayson will obnoxiously play top 40 and radio music religiously around the bats. He claims it's the best music for rhythmic acrobatics and trapeze work and that true! Jason hates this kind of music the most, it's formulaic and holds no substance and drives him insane.

But Dick only listens to that music when he's moving, flipping doing high energy stuff. When he just wants to chill? This man has the most depressing music taste you've ever seen. You know that sad song from ur favorite artist that you can't listen to without crying. Yeah that's his bread and butter. Every single song is just flat out tear inducing, some of these bands have like 100 listeners and he is one of them and it's just their saddest song that reads like suicide note. The titans have conducted an intervention bc its just... concerning. He just thinks it's neat!

[theglamorousferal]

Just found out about the Enough Stuff Non-Profit in Illinois and it got me thinking about Crime Alley and about if there was a place like that, they’d work hard to keep it going.

Now I’m imagining Danny, ghost king with its coffers, things at relative peace, but not having to actively work. He’d want to still be able to give back I think even if it’s not actively fighting. What if Danny started an Enough Stuff shop. Everything there is free. Everything is donated. It runs on donations. (The first few months it runs on his savings; ghost money translates thankfully).

Danny lives in the apartment above the store and the store has two floors. Sam moves in next door and runs an apothecary and plant store. She ends up running a vegan bakery and coffee shop too. If you perform or write a poem, you get a free coffee and scone. If she has the chance, she’ll teach you about basic herbal remedies and also some basic first aid because while honey is an antibiotic, it doesn’t do shit for something needing stitches. Jazz moves in and opens a free pediatric clinic. Tucker can be found running the business side of the non-profits and pushing Sam to “just get an EMT certification already, you’re more than qualified, and you know you want to.” Val travels a lot, she’s an Olympic martial artist, but when she settles someplace to train it’s usually with the trio in their Frankenstein apartment made up of the top two floors of three connected buildings. Between Danny finding he enjoyed training from his years as a hero and Sam wanting to always be in top form there’s a gym there she can train in and Danny’s usually free. She helps with whoever needs it when she has free time so she doesn’t feel like a mooch for living there only part-time. She ends up saving some kid from a thug and deciding to train him up. This leads to the kid bringing more kids to learn from her. She ends up buying a building on the block and renovating it to be a gym and training facility for her and it gets added to the list of non-profits Tucker is running. (He only leaves his corner office, he insisted, during working hours for lunch or meetings and the occasional lunch meeting).

Tim losing his mind trying to find anything about them. Him constantly hitting firewalls of binary, Egyptian hieroglyphics, Esperanto and some other language he could only describe as auditory Zalgo text. Tim desperately wanting to investigate in person but he promised Jason he’d stay out of it until he asked.

Jason coming back from a long mission with the Outlaws seeing the “cute little trust fund kid’s experiment” not only flourishing, but growing. He goes to research them only to find they’re mostly squeaky clean. There’s some stuff about disturbance of the peace and minor property damage when a teenager, but that doesn’t mean anything for someone setting up in Crime Alley. He watches them for a while, listened to what his guys said about them and the general opinion. He decides they’re above board, but he’d still watch them.

Then he got shot. More accurately, a shot grazed just under his armpit where there was a gap in his armor. He ended up stumbling out of an alleyway and directly into the pathway of one red headed doctor.

Kinda want to add more Amity Parker’s at some point. Debating having Paulina run a fashion house in the fashion district because she couldn’t convince her dad to let her move to a place known as Crime Alley, and just spend a bunch of time at Danny’s shop and maybe drop off ‘fits she made there. Star and Wes running a local radio station. Dash becoming a mechanic (after freaking out about not making it in football). Kwan opens a vet clinic. Eventually the Amity Parker’s own a full two blocks of housing and businesses.

[mutable-manifestation]

Ghost Chirps AU Part 3

Part 1 & 2

Around half past midnight, Jason is losing his patience.

They've been searching for hours and finding a whole lot of nothing, and statistics about the odds of finding kidnapping victims and the first 72 hours.

It's been almost 48 since he saw the kid and he's cursing himself for not doing more sooner.

Cameras are finding nothing, Signal is finding nothing, everyone is finding a whole lot of nothing.

And Jason...

Jason chirps.

He doesn't know if it'll help, but it's the only idea he's got. Even if it's a shallow chance. It's all he's got; he has to try.

And if Bruce decides that Jason being meta is the line? Then he'll cope.

He won't refuse to do something just because he's scared when his- when the kid's well being is on the line.

He won't be like Bruce, who'd let his killer walk free rather than do something about it because his feelings were somehow more important when Jason died.

He won't.

The first chirp yields nothing.

He does it again pushing to try and make it as loud as possible.

Again, nothing.

Again, he chirps, something in him certain that if he just keeps going it'll work. Somehow. But he's learned to trust his gut - or weird meta instincts?

And it works.

Because after the third chirp the kid chirps back.

Except.

The kid is not in Gotham.

He is very, very not in Gotham.

He chalks it up to his weird meta-bird instincts that he somehow just knows it came from somewhere hundreds of miles that-a-way.

Kidnapping is looking more likely given just how far the kid got, but now?

Now Jason has a way to find him.

He ignores Oracle asking about mask static in favor of hopping down from the balcony he'd paused on and heading back to the batbike - Bruce's paranoia meant it would have more than enough gas to take him as far as he needed to go and then some.

'And more than enough weapons to level a block, if needed,' he thinks viciously.

"Hood!" Oracle’s sharp voice shakes him from his thoughts.

"Found the kid," he shoots back, hoping to avoid the inevitable questioning.

Mixed exclamations of relief and confusion echoed over the radio.

"How!?" Nightwing cries. "I was literally right next to you! What did I miss!?"

"What are you, deaf?" he grumbles back irritably, uncomfortable. It'd be easier if they were, he thinks. Then he wouldn't have to explain.

"Does this have something to do with the static noise your helmet was producing previously? I had worried it was damaged," Oracle asks.

"Static?" Jason echoes, not slowing a bit - nearly to the bike.

"Oh yeah!" Nightwing says, as though she's making perfect sense.

'Ah,' he thinks, 'A shred of mercy in this vastly cruel existence.'

Aloud, he just says, "Yup. He's not in Gotham anymore, though, and I don't know how far he'll end up going or how long I'll be gone. Anyone who wants to come with can catch up, because I'm leaving now."

15 seconds later he's leaping onto the batbike and peeling out.

***

Jason doesn’t chirp again until he’s nearly to Illinois. 

He wants to. He wants to chirp nonstop the moment he hears that first reply, wants to spend the whole hours-long drive listening to nothing but a litany of chirps that reassure him that his kid is alive alive alive.

He won’t risk it. 

He doesn’t know where, exactly, the kid is. Doesn’t know if his family didn’t hear him because the chirps are only audible to him and the kid or if it was really due to a helmet malfunction covering for him. 

But there is a chance that whoever has the kid can hear his chirps, so Jason won’t risk having him respond more than he absolutely has to in order to find him.

The next time, the kid answers back to the very first chirp, and Jason knows he’s heading in the right direction.

He gets turned around just once, overshooting and heaving to loop back, but he curses himself for it anyway - wasting precious time when the kid is going through who knows what.

Then he’s entering Amity Park: a nice place to live.

A nice place to die, for whoever it was that took his kid.

Several chirps later he’s in front of a school - of all things.

He doesn’t waste time doubting himself - kidnapping victims could be stashed anywhere - he storms in, batbike left idling at the base of the front steps.

Three chirps later he’s slamming through a door into a classroom. Full of kids. Taking a totally normal class - aside, of course, from Jason’s interruption.

One last exchange of chirps later and he finally lays eyes on his little shadow - who has the audacity to also look surprised, as if he wasn’t the one to lead him here in the first place.

Jason takes a moment to feel relieved, adrenaline beginning to crash before it revs back up with his indignation.

What happened to ‘goodbye!’ Who in their right mind would disappear from Gotham and not think that those left behind would assume they were kidnapped!? It’s Gotham!

Oh. Oh the child was in Gotham alone.

The child was in Gotham for a vacation.

Oh the child’s parents didn’t even realize he was gone? He’s worried about them putting him in an iron maiden!?

Jason’s eyes may be green, but oh, how his vision is red.

He barely hears the school’s alarm going off when he finally drives off-grounds, laser focused on following the road to the dot that’s popped up on his helmet just a few streets off, sending a curt thank-you to Oracle for saving him the effort of finding the kid’s address himself - she’s done him the courtesy of leaving everyone muted from his end, but he has little doubt they’ve all been listening to him. He’s only surprised she’s willing to condone the murder.

But then, of course she didn’t, he thinks as he pulls into a decently shadowed alley full of bats and birds. He’s torn between being touched that all of them came and being annoyed that he isn’t already in the process of murdering the kid’s parents. 

“New Brother?” Orphan asks the moment the bike is off, head tilting in question from her dumpster-top perch.

A second, smaller sense of outrage bubbles up next to the first, and it is a testament to his impeccable self-control that his hand only twitches over his gun at the question.

Bruce - Batman - tries to say something, but before he can finish even just the first syllable Jason’s head is snapping around to glare hell at him, and a low, animalistic growl practically rips itself from his throat.

He can see the way everyone tenses - subtle to anyone else, but a glaring neon sign in Jason’s vision. 

He curses himself for it; he asked them to be here. He specifically requested their help, and they gave it. The more of them there are involved, the faster they can help the kid into a safer environment.

But Jason came here to help the kid, not to offer him up as the next sacrifice in Batman’s long line of child soldiers.

“You wanna help? Great. Rule One: YOU,” he points at the bat for emphasis, “can’t adopt him.”

He chokes on whatever he was intending to say next at Orphan’s delighted clap and exclamation of “nephew!”

He wants to correct her, but… he doesn’t. 

Crime Alley is no place to raise a kid; Jason knows that.

He knows it more than anyone, having spent his early years there and his most recent years trying to make it better. He knows that.

But h- the kid is a meta. 

Looking at the facts: the kid is meta.

The kid is meta whose first concern with rule breaking is punishment via torture device.

The kid’s parents are neglectful enough that he spent over a week in Gotham and they never even noticed.

The kid went to Gotham to escape his home.

Whether his parents know that he is a meta or not, it is clear to Jason that the kid needs to be Out Of That House. Yesterday.

But he also knows just how metas are treated - even the MPA can only do so much against the tides of hatred and fear. 

And he’s seen the maps - he knows this state is one of the worse ones for metas to live in, let alone a meta child at the mercy of a foster family that has even odds of neglecting him, being just as bad as his original family, or possibly actually caring about him.

Crime Alley is no place to raise a kid, and Red Hood is far from the right person for such a job.

But Crime Alley isn’t all that Gotham is, and perhaps Jason Todd could very easily decide to get an apartment in a nicer area.

He won’t lie to himself, he knows he isn’t parent material, but he’ll at least be a step up from what the kid is used to while he works to vet a real family to transfer him to. 

He’s halfway through his mental checklist of the options for the safest place for an apartment and other such logistics when he’s reminded of where he is by Oracle’s voice in his ear.

“Hate to interrupt the group brooding you guys have going on over there, but I managed to dig up… a lot of information about the boy and his family situation.”

He notes how the others all perk up from where they’d been…staring at him. 

Ah, that was why it was so quiet. They were staring in disbelief when he didn’t deny the nephew thing. Well. A conversation for another time.

“Lay it on me,” he says to Oracle, ignoring them.

“His name is Daniel James Fenton, goes by Danny, high grades throughout elementary and middle school until they took a steep drop at the beginning of highschool - likely related to whatever happened when his metagene activated. 

Has one sibling, a sister named Jasmine Fenton - no middle name. She goes by Jazz. High grades across the board with no notable dips. No indication of possible metagene in any of  her records or in Danny’s, beyond the grade drop and your own first-hand experience.

Parents Jack and Madeline “Maddie” Fenton. They have their own personal website where they describe themselves as “ectobiologists” and as ghost hunters. The pictures in their gallery show a vast array of weapons - dubbed “ectoweapons” - in the same chrome-green style with the name “Fenton” stamped somewhere on them. Some of the weapons are for sale on their site, advertised for defending oneself against ghosts. There are some pictures of what must be their lab, all of which look to include at least 12 different types of OSHA violation, and the image in their site’s “about” section has the whole family standing in the lab in front of what looks like a vertical Lazarus Pit.”

“What,” Batman says more than asks, voice tense.

“And judging by the staircase seen reflecting off of one of the guns in the picture, it seems that this lab is in their basement - I can’t see why it wouldn’t be, given they were fine with putting an enormous monstrosity of a satellite on top of their building.

There are plenty of cameras in the house itself, but for some reason all I can get from them is static. Any video or audio in the house that they don’t put on their site appears to be unusable for some reason. 

All told, there is plenty of cause to get CPS involved. If their lab safety is even half as bad as it looks and it’s in their basement it’s pretty much a sure thing that the kids’ll be taken from them. 

Given the small-towny nature of the area it’ll be best to contact someone from outside of the community for the case. It’ll move things along significantly if we have somewhere to send them.

They have an aunt, Alicia Walker, but she’s already marked down as a “no” for taking them in in the event something should happen to the Fentons. 

This leaves their godfather: Vlad Masters. An incredibly reclusive billionaire, pursued the same Paranormal Science degree as the Fentons did when they were in college, but suffered an accident that put him in the hospital for two years with an unknown illness that Masters was allowed to name “ecto-acne.” Lost all contact with the Fentons until he invited them to a reunion party last fall and was named godfather three weeks later.

Masters got his wealth through a series of suspicious business deals. No one has been able to prove foul play yet, but just glancing over some of the early papers is already showing plenty of inconsistencies.

No other relatives - the Walker parents passed away some time ago, and while one of the Fentons remains, she’s in a nursing home. And also disowned Jack. And went out of her way to disown both Jazz and Danny as soon as she heard about them.”

“Great. Make Jason Todd a long lost cousin, set CPS on them. Red Hood is here because Danny ran away to Gotham and stuck his nose in crime alley so I tracked him down because I thought he was kidnapped in my territory, the Bats chased down Red Hood thinking he was gonna hurt the boy, CPS is there because your research turned up the potential unsafe living conditions and you overheard that the kid was gone for a week without anyone noticing - which scream neglect. Now we’re cooperating because we’re all annoyed at the parents that let their kid wander all the way to Gotham and convinced him that a torture device was a possible grounding option.”

He turns to Batman. 

“You can claim to have done a DNA search to find the connection, and I’m sure you can find a reason to dismiss Masters as an option. Make sure to have them call Jason as soon as possible. Oracle-”

“Already routing incoming calls through Gotham. Also, both of Masters’ residences have inaccessible cameras similar to what I’m experiencing with the Fentons. He can be dismissed under suspicion of having an OSHA nightmare in his home. I’ll see if he has his own vertical Lazarus Pit while you all work on exfiltrating the niece and nephew.”Jason doesn’t dignify that with a response, hopping back on his bike to follow the new route - this time actually to the Fenton household.

[loveinhawkins]

When Lucas Sinclair starts to apologise for missing The Cult of Vecna, Eddie initially thinks that he’s hearing things.

Well, actually, the first thing he thinks is something along the lines of ‘what the fuck are you talking about?’

It takes him almost a solid thirty seconds to even vaguely remember his campaign; the last day of school before Spring Break feels dreamlike, as if it happened to someone else, as if he just watched everything through a fogged-up window.

“Jesus, Sinclair. I’ve got an ongoing list of folks who owe me an apology since, like, sixth grade, and trust me, your name’s not on there. Can pretty confidently say it never will, okay?”

Eddie sees Steve tilt his head ever so slightly from where he’s walking just ahead of them, like he’s listening in. Spots his faint nod of approval.

Eddie can’t decide if he resents it or finds it endearing—kind of gets the ridiculous feeling that Steve’s vetting him on behalf of the kids.

“Okay,” Lucas says, and he’s smiling, but there’s a sort of sombreness to it, too. “Still, I should’ve—”

“Hey, hindsight’s twenty-twenty,” Eddie says, firmly cutting off whatever self-critical bullshit he was about to hear. He knocks his shoulder against Lucas’s, adds a dry, “Like, I would’ve been a dick about it no matter what.”

Lucas laughs, but it’s muted. Then he takes a deep breath, and Eddie suddenly realises that he must’ve been using the apology to get himself started, to work himself up to what he really wanted to say.

“I’m… I’m sorry about… about Jason and… I thought I’d thrown them all off the trail, but—”

“Oh, don’t—don’t worry about it, man,” Eddie says faintly.

There’s a flash of Jason in his mind’s eye, the savage twist of his lip as he ran into the lake; he thinks of Lucas lying to his face, the danger of him being found out, and feels sick.

“Seriously, you could’ve told them… y’know. Wouldn’t have held it against you.”

Eddie doesn’t mention that him getting caught still feels inevitable, like he’s just waiting for the walls to close in.

But right now, at least, he can breathe a little easier. The shire might be burning, but there’s people leading him through it. He’s not alone.

Lucas looks appalled. “What? No, I couldn’t—I couldn’t do that to you.”

It’s said with such conviction that Eddie has to fight through a sudden tightness in his throat—doesn’t really know what to do in the face of such undeserved loyalty.

He settles on saying, “So, how was the game?” which is embarrassingly inadequate, but a genuine question nevertheless; the past few… Jesus, however long it’s been, he’s been in permanent need of a distraction.

Steve slows his walking pace—to anyone else it might’ve seemed subtle, but Eddie’s used to noticing such things. He somehow gets the feeling that Steve is no longer scrutinising him, not exactly; his posture’s relaxed and open, his forehead free of frown lines.

It’s more like he’s simply curious about Eddie’s behaviour. The way his eyes drift over, then down to the forest floor, then back again silently seems to say what are you thinking?

Or maybe Eddie’s projecting because he asks the very same question whenever a muscle jumps in Steve’s jaw.

“Oh, um…” Lucas says hesitantly. “I was on the bench for most of it, so—”

“Quit being modest.” The quiet whir of a tape being rewound; Max Mayfield comes up to Lucas’s side. “He made the winning shot,” she tells Eddie pointedly. “It was a buzzer-beater.”

“Oh, holy shit. Well done, dude.”

From the way Lucas is staring at Max with wide eyes, it’s obvious that he’s barely registered what Eddie’s said.

“How do you know that?” he asks. “You… you weren’t at the game.”

“I, uh.” Max looks down for a moment, fiddling with the headphones around her neck. “I listened to it on the radio.”

Lucas smiles so brightly. There’s an earnestness to him; Eddie spotted it a mile away, ever since that first day back at school, when all the new freshmen were anxiously lining up to get lunch.

Max softens—her arms are still folded, but she drifts a little closer to Lucas as they walk, all studied casualness.

(Oh, Eddie’s been there before: forced to run track in middle school Phys Ed, and the only saving grace was ‘just so happening’ to run at the same pace as any boy who’d smile at him.)

Eddie catches Steve’s eye, and this time Steve gives him a very deliberate expression, nodding fondly at Max and Lucas.

Look at them, he’s saying with his eyes, as if he and Eddie are on the same team, as if Eddie at all deserves to be let in on whatever shared history Steve has with these kids.

Eddie kicks at a stray twig. You’re not going to get a lump in your throat about this, damn it, don’t be stupid.

“S’gonna be historic, Sinclair,” he says. “Last time the Tigers won a championship was, uh, lemme think… twenty-two years ago.”

Lucas stops in his tracks.

“I know that,” he says, eyes shrewd, “but why do you know?”

Eddie raises his hands with a grin, it wasn’t me, officer. “What, I can’t repeat a few years without retaining a little school knowledge?”

“Oh,” Lucas says, and it’s like Eddie can see him mentally replaying every cafeteria speech. He grins back. “So you’re a hypocrite.”

“Maybe,” Eddie says. He glances further afield, where Dustin is animatedly explaining something to Robin and Nancy. “I know you’re not gonna give me shit for it, though.”

“Huh, guess you don’t really know me,” Lucas says, and Max snorts.

Eddie smirks. “And it’s, like, doubly historic since the last person to score a buzzer-beater was—”

He cuts himself off, because Steve abruptly turns to him, like they’re in alliance, and draws a hand sharply across his neck.

But Lucas is already hooked. “What? Who was it?”

Eddie gives Steve a helpless shrug. Sorry, man.

“I’m looking right at him,” he says.

Lucas rounds on Steve. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because,” Steve says, flustered, “that was your thing, Lucas, I didn’t wanna be all…”

He trails off with a vague hand gesture, and Eddie thinks he somehow gets what he means—smiles at the thoughtfulness of it.

“That makes, like, no sense,” Lucas says vehemently. His eyes practically have stars in them. “Damn it, we shoulda got a photo.”

Steve laughs in surprise. “All right, noted.”

“I mean, Wheeler works for the school paper, right?” Eddie says. “They’ve probably got old issues. Hey, Sinclair, you could have, y’know, side-by-side photos. Yours and then…” He waves a hand at Steve. “Ancient history.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Ancient, sure.”

“Oh, Lucas,” Max says, batting her eyes excessively, “I’d frame a picture of you. Pray to it every night.”

Lucas blushes. “Shut up,” he says, elbowing her gently; Eddie thinks that it’s the first time he’s heard Max Mayfield laugh.

Steve’s watching over them again, and his eyes go pensive when Lucas mumbles something like, “I wouldn’t mind a frame.”

The expression Steve has is something Eddie’s only seen once before, and it was on Wayne’s face. Eddie had privately dubbed it the ‘found something for your birthday’ look when he’d noticed it: him and Wayne on a road trip, Eddie not so secretly mooning over the secondhand acoustic guitar in the shop window.

“Your picture should be bigger, Sinclair,” Steve says, sounding both teasing and sincere. “My shot didn’t win a Championship Game.” In an undertone, he adds, “As Brenda so helpfully reminded me.”

Oh, Eddie’s not letting that go.

“Do mine ears deceive me? Did you take a date to a high school basketball game?” Eddie cackles. “You sure know how to woo ‘em, Harrington.”

“Hey,” Steve says defensively, “she could only make that day. Told her I had non-negotiable plans: it was either the game or it was a bust.”

Huh, Eddie thinks, that’s actually… really sweet.

Lucas looks torn between being embarrassed or touched. “You didn’t need to do that, Steve.”

“Sure I did. C’mon, you thought I was gonna go to every match and then miss the Championship?” Steve’s eyebrows furrow. “Where was Erica, anyway?”

… Ah.

“Mea culpa,” Eddie says. “She was, uh, at Hellfire.”

Lucas scoffs. “It’s fine,” he says. “Last time she was at a game, she kept shouting that she loved my tactics.” He looks out into the middle distance. “I was on the bench the whole time.”

Steve chuckles. “Yeah, I missed her being there.” He’s sporting a smile that’s somehow the perfect balance of fond and mischievous; it, quite frankly, has no business looking as attractive as it does. “We had, um, alternative commentary for every game. That kid should have a radio show.” He comes closer, adds in another aside, “Would’ve made the date more bearable if she was there.”

Eddie stifles a laugh, has a moment of respectful silence for Brenda.

Max and Lucas cut in front, keep walking until they’re almost out of earshot; Eddie hears Lucas faintly say something that sounds like, “Was I totally tubular?”, soon drowned out by Max’s laughter.

There’s a short silence.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Steve says suddenly.

Eddie blinks at him, quickly turns his genuine confusion into a bit. “What for, Harrington? My devastating wit? Devilish good looks?”

Steve shakes his head. He smiles for a moment, in on the joke, but then he looks over at Lucas and Max again, and… there.

A muscle jumps in his jaw.

“It’s just… they’ve got a lot to carry, y’know? So…” He shrugs. “Thanks.”

It’s said so quietly, so without fanfare.

Eddie’s hit with the realisation between one footstep and the next: that he’s earned Steve Harrington’s trust.

It feels… weighty.

But Eddie doesn’t mind it; he doesn’t think it’s going to crush his ribs. If anything it feels like they’re sharing a load.

“Don’t gotta thank me for that, Harrington.”

Steve smiles, pushing back his hair; Eddie’s brought back to the moment he did the very same on the basketball court, just as the ball sunk through the net, and Eddie decided fuck it, wholeheartedly embracing his hypocrisy as he jumped up and down with the band kids.

I cheered so goddamn loud for you, Eddie thinks.

He doesn’t say it.

But he keeps walking next to Steve. Feels a little young, a little bit like he’s running track—checking his pace just so he could see a boy smile at him.

[batsythoughts]

Could I request a plantontic yandere batfam x singer female reader

Context - they got concert tickets, and as they heard the reader ring, it reminded bruce on his mother singing voice

This is adorable and made my heart hurt thinking about Bruce's dead mom. But we cope with delusion in this household! And I tried to keep descriptions to a minimal about outfits so if would be as inclusive as possible for all the readers and styles out there! Also made this a little angsty before the kidnapping because I needed at hurt/comfort really bad, even if it's kinda toxic. But I hope you all enjoy!

Here is Yandere Batfam x Female Singer Reader!

Dick had won a couple of tickets from a radio station... correction, Dick, Stephanie, Duke, and Barbara called different stations multiple times until they won enough tickets for the whole family to go to the concert together

Bruce was initially going to refuse going with the fact that he knew nothing about what the artist was like, but the kids were able to convince him after an hour of debating

The day of the concert, they arrived to find the venue filled with only half of what the maximum capacity was

Dick just shrugged it off when Bruce asked about it, saying it was because you were still somewhat new to the whole music scene

They stood around in their spots somewhat close to the stage while waiting for the show to start

Bruce still felt unsure about the whole situation as he watched the kids excitedly take group pictures

He always smiled when they had him in the picture, but still held internal doubts about enjoying the style of music that this singer used

It also didn't help his concerns with the fact that he could clearly see the empty spaces in the venue

Damian also looked around with a small scowl at the empty spaces before looking up at his father with skepticism in his expression as well

When the singer finally walked out onto the stage, Bruce's older children let out loud cheers while he and Damian respectfully clapped

The introduction was short with an acknowledgement of the people and happy wave before the show started

The kids happily sang along with the songs as they danced in the spots they had with eagerness

Bruce nodded along with them, though he didn't quite seem to understand the deeper meaning of the lyrics that he knew was in a few of the songs

The most important thing was that all the kids were enjoy themselves and having fun together at this concert

It was the final song when Bruce felt a tug on his heartstrings at the slow melody and melancholy words that sounded through the speakers

He went back to his childhood when his mother would sing a lullaby to him when Bruce was upset or couldn't go to sleep

The girls noticed the miniature grin that appeared on Bruce's face as the song got close to the end

They all applauded with more loud cheers to the performer gave a small bow with a wide grin

"Thank you, wonder citizens of Gotham! I really appreciated singing for you all tonight." You cheerfully spoke into the microphone. Slowly walking around the stage while looking at everyone in the audience. "And I'm glad to spend the next few days performing here. So if you see me around the city, feel free to come up and say hi!"

Stephanie and Barbara hollered in encouragement at the news while Duke and Jason whistled and clapped. Everything was going well in the whole venue until a some guy a few rows behind them yelled at the top of his lungs. "Kill yourself, talentless bitch!"

Most of the people around the area started loudly scolding the guy, the boys included as the girls made sure to hold them back

Bruce kept his eyes on you as he watched your smile falter as you looked down

He could feel the sadness radiating off you as you took a moment to breathe before raising the mic and speaking in a soft voice, "Alright then, have a goodnight Gotham."

They all turned back around to watch you quickly walk off the stage without the excited energy you had at the start

Bruce made sure to stay behind a few minutes longer than necessary

He didn't want them getting into a yelling match in the parking lot if they caught a glimpse of the guy

They each got an souvenirs to keep as a momento of the night before leading everyone out to the car to return to the manor

He had just unlocked the doors when a car pulled into the parking lot and stopped a little ways away from them

Before any of them got in the car, the door opened and you stepped out and headed towards the door

The kids shared individual looks before briskly walking over to catch up to you, Bruce even joining them after a moment

"Hey! Wait up!" Jason hollered as they all finally caught up to you. Though they did stop a few feet away to give you space.

You turned around while wiping your cheeks with your jacket sleeve. Forcing a weak smile to your face as you looked at each of them. "Hey. How are you all doing? Having a good night, I hope."

Duke nodded his head as his arms crossed over his chest. A glint of concern in his eyes as he looked you over. "We're doing good. We were just about to leave for the night."

Barbara nodded along as she took a step closer. Her voice holding a cheerful note when she spoke, "Yeah! The show was fantastic and you have such amazing songs."

"Thank you. I'm glad you all enjoyed yourselves tonight." You tell them all with a absent-minded nod. Rubbing your arms before looking at the ground. "I'm sorry the end sucked though."

"That wasn't your fault, so don't apologize." Dick cut in with a soft, but firm, tone. Shaking his own head as he crossed his arms. "That guy had no right to say that to you."

"Are you alright?" Damian asked, a touch of tenderness in his eyes as he looked upon your form.

You give a hesitant nod to the young boys question. "I'll be okay. Just have to get through the next couple days and then I'm taking a break. Spend some time out of the public eye, figure out some new songs, and just figure a few things out."

Bruce took notice of the pain in your eyes, even though you weren't looking right at him. He knew it well from seeing it so many times in his own children. He took a moment to find the right words before finally speaking up.

"You do have a great talent. It is shameful that not everyone can acknowledge that without being understanding of your emotions. We are all sorry that you experienced that hatred tonight."

The moment you looked at Bruce, with what he could only describe as pleading eyes, he felt his heart tug. Placing a hand on your shoulder, Bruce gave you a gentle smile while reencouraging your confidence. "You did great tonight. We, along with almost every else that saw the show tonight, thought your music was amazing."

The look in your eyes with the glow of the street lights softening as you give a final nod. Finally giving them all a small, genuine smile. "Thank you. I appreciate the kind words." Looking over the group, you bite your lips before hesitantly asking, "Is there anything I can do to show my thanks?"

Most of them started to deny the idea, even dismissively waving their hands. "Actually," the voice of Stephanie cut in as she reached into her pocket, "do you think we could get a picture?"

One picture turned into a couple with each of them before Bruce eventually got everyone in the car

They hadn't even gotten home before Tim and Steph had seen you post on multiple platforms about taking a break after the end of your current tour

What seemed worse to them was the fact that all the comments were mixed with encouragement for the decision along with more disheartening messages for you to simply quit

Bruce clearly told everyone that they wouldn't involve themselves in the online drama

They each hesitantly agreed before letting their attention drift to other topics

The next couple days went by like usual for the family, but the kids did occasionally checked each time you posted to make sure everything was alright

How could they not still feel that little nagging worry in the back of their minds? You were a good person, even if they didn't know you all that well

Occasionally, Bruce would hum one of your songs to himself and one of the other members would hear

They never said anything about it until one night at dinner, Alfred asked him what was intriguing about the singer they saw perform

When Bruce finally admitted that your voice reminded him of his late mother

All the kids shared a look as they realized that Bruce was feeling an emotional connection towards you

With it being the last night of your tour, Dick, Barbara, and Duke all decided to go to the venue in hopes of getting Bruce an autograph while the others kept him distracted

They had pulled into the parking lot as all the cars had begun to leave with the exception of a few, including the one they remembered watching you drive

They waited for a few minutes before watching you and a couple others come walking out

They watched you all share a few words before the others got in a car and drove off, leaving you alone

Each of them waited for a moment before leaving the car and cautiously walking over to you

Each hesitated being the first one to call out to you as you simply stood there with your head down

"Hey. Are you alright?" Barbara finally called out in a soft voice. The boys standing close by with equal concern as they watched you.

You lifted your head up in surprise at the sudden appearance of the people in front of you. Rubbing your hand over your face before nodding your head. "Yeah, just... my manager and I had creative differences on what I should do with my next few months. So he decided he would give me a card for someone else for when I wanted to get back in the game."

Dick scoffed at the action of your 'manager'. Crossing his arms as he glares in the direction the car went in. "Some people, huh? Can't even see you as anything more than a way to get rich." A grunt of disapproval leaves his throat before looking at you with softer eyes. "Are you alright?"

"I will be. Just figuring out what to do for the night," you admit to them with a sigh. "I can't go back to the hotel and have them continue the disagreements. Do you all know of a nice motel nearby?"

"Absolutely not." Duke immediately shot down the idea with a frown. Dick and Barbara nod along in agreement at the thought of you in this town by yourself. "However... the manor has plenty of room. I'm sure it would be fine if you stayed for one night."

You looked at them with a small bit of shock at the offer before waving your hand in a dismissive manner. "I couldn't do that. I don't even know you all that well. I can't impose you all like that."

"Don't worry about that. We wouldn't offer if we didn't want to," Dick reassures you with a smile. Getting his keys out of his pocket again before walking towards their car. "We can stop by your hotel and Duke and I will go to your room to grab your things."

Which grab your things they do, with Barbara waiting in the car with you as she texts the others to inform them of the situation. The boys don't take longer than 15 before coming back and putting your things in the trunk.

When they get back to the manor, Damian is waiting for them in the entry way. His arms crossed as he glared at his older siblings. "Father knows you were gone. You need to tell him what you did." He then turned his attention towards you with a small nod. "I can show you to an available room."

You followed after the young boy with Duke carrying some of your things. Barbara gave Dick a pat on his shoulder. "Good luck with that. I'm going to grab some comfort food and drinks for our guest."

Dick stood there for a moment until he gave a sigh and made his way to Bruce's study. Finding the man sitting in his chair as if he was waiting for one of the kids. Closing the door, Dick waited a minute before finally speaking, "So, we were trying to do a thing."

Bruce listened patiently as Dick explained the whole situation. Rubbing his temple before standing to go and look for you in the room Damian had helped Alfred prepare less than an hour ago. When he got there, he saw all the girls lounging around with you resting on the bed.

He made eye contact with you before sending you a comforting smile. "You are welcome to stay as long as you need. There is bad storms coming through in the next few days, so don't worry about rushing to find a flight if you don't feel comfortable traveling in the weather."

You gave him a small smile before looking back down at your lap. Bruce looked at the girls who all smiled to show they would look after you. Stephanie was picking out different nail polish colors and holding them up for everyone else to see when she spoke, "Girls night. We'll get you if we need anything."

Bruce quietly closed the door behind him after telling them goodnight

He made sure to tell the boys to be on their best behavior while you were staying

None of them seemed to mind as Dick had informed them of what happened and how you were feeling from the ordeal

They all made sure to treat you well over the couple of days while you stayed

Each of them did their own thing to show that they wanted you to feel comfortable and welcome

Cass and Steph baked cookies with you, Jason read his books as you and Damian listened with the cat on dog relaxing with you, Dick would show you fun memes to make you smile, Tim and Duke invited you to movie nights, and Barbara made sure to do a nightly skin care routine to help calm you down every night before bed

It was about a week since you came to stay, and all the kids were worried because you had begun packing your things

Bruce had seen how anxious they were with idea of you leaving, and he himself also felt the worry deep in his chest

He went to your room with the intention of talking to you, finding you sitting on the bed while looking through your phone

He sat down on the bed next to you, seeing you looking through flight times with a message from who they all learned to be your ex-manager

He didn't read it all before you swiped it off the screen with a sniffle, but he saw enough to get the idea of how hurtful the whole message was

He made a small suggestion about you staying with them for a while until things got better

You made a comment about not wanting to impose on them and over staying your welcome

Bruce pulled you into a hug while saying, "We want you to have a system of people you can trust. And if that means you stay with us, then we want to do that for you."

Nothing else was said as you both sat there as you closed the tab for the flight tickets, weakly thanking Bruce as tears pricked the corner of your eyes

You both just sat for a couple before Bruce got up to give you space and inform the others of the new development

All the kids felt excitement for the fact you were staying, but didn't show it so you didn't think they were glad for your misfortune

Everyone continued to show you unconditional support, especially when you started to begin writing songs once again

Though they could tell you were struggling with figuring out the instruments of each song

Tim was able to convince Bruce to buy you a few programs on the computer they had put in your room

The grin that they saw after you began to look through the programs made the family feel the joy with you

Each time you got a new song composed, you played it for the family and get their thoughts of what could potentially be improved

Each time, they gave honest thoughts of the songs while keeping it as supportive of your feelings

You did single releases after every song got written to still remain in the music scene, but the family could tell something was off

Bruce eased into the topic one night at dinner between all the other conversations

At first you hesitated to open up, but with a little encouragement, you finally admitted to being worried about your career with the fact you were doing any live performances

Everyone listened to your worries about what to do for the foreseeable future

Jason was the one to finally ask the most important question for your choice

"Do you think you would be okay if you ever did another tour?"

You thought for a moment as you thought about all the possibilities of what could happen if you did a tour again

Finally, you shook your head as a mumble came from your mouth. "I don't think I could survive another tour like the one I had. But I don't want to burden you all."

Bruce shot down the notion of you being a burden, claiming they would never leave you alone to deal with everything by yourself

Everyone else chimed in with agreement as they talked about they would worry if you every left and got in the same state of mind again

Bruce stated that not matter what, you would always be welcome to remain with the family because you were now apart of it

A flicker of a grin appeared at the corner of your lip before you gave a nod in understanding

Each of them felt a sense of accomplishment for making you feel relaxed enough to remain with them, even if there was a tiny voice in their heads saying it was selfish to keep you in the manor

What did it matter anyway if you were happy with people who cared about you? The important thing was that you were safe with them.

[soapyghostie]

Cipher from fogposting here, I have been thinking about the reader living in the slasher / dbd killer house idea!

And what I would be interested in is how chores would be distributed 😂 who does what? Do they let Bubba cook?

(not sure if this counts as request, but feel free to ignore it if you don't want to write anything about this!)

Horror House

Since there is a big group of them that live together, the slashers have a humongous house so it’s right that everyone has to pitch in (at Norman’s demand).

Jason handles the house’s exterior maintenance, ensuring the walls and gates are secure, and also takes care of the yard work. He’s actually really good at gardening if you mean by growing a never-ending supply of deadly traps and pitfalls.

Michael is in charge of plumbing, but his fixes often lead to eerie, dripping sounds, and he also handles the house’s lighting, but only installs dim, flickering bulbs that cast ominous shadows (he purposely does that to scare the shit out of Danny, Billy, and Stu). His cooking skills are limited to boiling water, but he insists on making everyone eat his infamous Michael’s Mac ‘n Cheese of Doom. 

Freddy manages the house’s electrical system, but loves to play tricks with the lighting to try and scare the others (it doesn’t work). He also helps with running the house’s music and entertainment with his razor-sharp glove-uitar (Freddy named it that). It’s just him running his glove blades over the strings of an actual guitar and it doesn’t sound that great.

Bubba cooks meals for everyone alongside Hannibal and it’s some of the most fine homemade cooking you will ever taste. He also helps Norman with the house’s cleaning. He is actually very good at doing laundry. He makes sure each piece of clothing is neatly folded and put in the right person’s pile.

Nubbins assists Bubba in the kitchen, but mostly makes ruckus and gets in the way. He does actual gardening, but is not very good at it. The plants usually die within 3-4 days and maybe a week if he’s lucky.  

ChopTop does a lot of carpentry and woodworking, but his creations end up looking sinister and unuseful. He ends up antagonizing Bubba With his creations by chasing him and waving them around in his face. He also helps Drayton with finances, but only embezzles funds to make more of those twisted projects of his.

Drayton oversees the house’s finances and handles the house’s decorating using human skulls and bones (Norman and Hannibal had to take them down because it was making some of the other residents sick to their stomachs and relieved Drayton from decorating duty). He tries to help out with gardening, but it always ends with him chasing Nubbins around with a broom, leaving the garden unattended for hours (maybe that’s why the plants die so fast). 

Thomas takes care of the house’s leatherwork and upholstery, but uses human skin, and also handles the house’s security, but only installs traps and alarms that have led to endangering some of the residents. He’s actually a pretty good cook, but prefers to let Bubba and Hannibal do the cooking so he can keep his eye out for danger. 

Bo manages any machine or car maintenance. Since the slashers have to use reusable stuff, Bo is there to make sure that everything is intact and working. He tends to be out in the huge garage-like barn in the back of the house for hours, with Amanda, always fixing something.

Vincent oversees the house’s art and decor with the help of Brahms. He’ll spend hours down in the basement (his art studio) creating pieces to hang up around the house. He also handles the music being played around the house with his radio. He finds Freddy’s attempt at making music annoying. He’ll help out with the laundry sometimes too. He treats laundry like he treats his artwork.

Lester doesn’t stick around the house; he’s out of the house early to attend his roadkill pile. However, whenever he is home, Lester will assist Norman with taxidermy and chores. He’s only tried helping cook dinner once and almost burnt the whole house down. Let’s just say he was never let back into the kitchen again.

Norman takes care of a lot of the house’s cleaning and keeps the house pretty tidy for an extremely worn down house. In his free time, he does a lot of taxidermy to put up for display around the house to give it more personality. He can cook, but no one likes house cleaning so that takes up a lot of his time. 

Hannibal is the main chief of the house. He prepares exquisite, gourmet meals. He’ll prepare separate meals for anyone who is no in favor for his special ingredient, *cough* human *cough*. He also runs therapy sessions for anyone who needs it. He’s a great listener and gives great advice. He also helps with gardening every once and awhile if he’s not busy with other things. Nubbins is trying to find Hannibal’s secret to growing a successful garden because his plants last for years. 

Amanda spends her time designing and building traps for pests and rodents that are crawling around in the house. She’ll help Bo out with his projects if he gets stuck on something because she gets tired of hearing him groan and complain. Listen, the girl needs her concentration okay? 

Billy Loomis refuses to do almost anything that requires him to be responsible: Norman was lucky enough to even get him to clean his room. However, he does like to pull pranks on the other slashers and make mischief. He may or may not have gotten his throat slit open by Michael once for it though…

Stu works with the technology and gadgets of the house. However, he only uses them to play pranks on the other residents of the house and nothing really useful. Hannibal and Norman had to provoke his technology privileges quite a few times because the others were complaining. 

Chucky only exists to insult and annoy the hell out of everyone. What is he gonna do? He’s literally a doll. Actually, he does help with organizing stuff. If he sees something misplaced or moved, he’ll put it back into its original spot. He also helps his wife Tiffany out with her fashion work. 

Tiffany handles a lot of the house’s fashion and style. She designs and creates outfits for everyone so no one has to go clothes shopping. She is also another one who is a really good cook and helps out sometimes. Her specialty is baked goods and always makes the best desserts for after dinner.

Brahms helps with decorating. He’s very picky with how the house is decorated and wants the house to be decorated with only the finest things. Most of the stuff he hangs up is Vincent’s art pieces that range from canvas art to sculptures.

Billy Lenz looks after the ‘household’ cat (it’s actually his cat) Claude. He feeds,waters, grooms, and plays with the cat. He makes sure that no one has to think twice about taking care of Claude. He likes to keep Claude with him at all times because Michael tried to kill and eat him a few times.

Pyramid Head is the guard dog of the house. He makes sure the younger slashers aren’t getting too out of hand and staying out of trouble. The slashers are really trying not to draw too much attention to themselves.

Carrie helps out with chores and does most of the laundry. She uses her powers to make the clothes spontaneously combust and move things around to dust the spaces underneath objects. 

Jennifer takes care of the house’s beauty and makeup. She critiques the other slashers on their work ethic and tightness around the house (It’s much appreciated by Norman). She’ll make sure that everything is put in its proper place and looks presentable. She does Bubba and Carrie’s makeup a lot and is your go to girl for when prom rolls around. 

Danny surprisingly is a very efficient cleaner and will get random bursts of energy that has him deep cleaning the entire house. He will disinfect the entire house in an hour and a half, insisting that Norman takes a break for the day since that’s literally all he does everyday 24/7 3/65. He also cares for the firearms and weaponry.

[artbribery]

Following the trend of the Lazarus Pit being part of Ghost Zone or ectoplasm-adjacent, what if the Pit Madness was just a connection to the Ghost King?

As in, whatever the voices and the intent in the pits are just a leftover of the king’s emotions. So long as the king was Pariah Dark and he stayed that way in stasis, the waters remained in anger and madness.

So when the ruler changes, suddenly the madness is gone and instead it’s Danny’s feelings in Jason’s head like some sort of soulmate au (except only one of them is in on it).

Maybe general intent:

Danny feeling happy and content and loving his sister (and all those feelings are sent through the Force)

Jason: ‘Positive feelings? Positive feelings in my Pit Madness? It’s more likely than I thought apparently?’

Jason suddenly wondering why he likes the stars so much when he can’t even see them in Gotham. He responds to this by reading about the myths.

He knows he loves his sisters but suddenly he feels an acute appreciation for them.

Weirdly strong feelings about clones that make him wonder if he has clone, or is one himself, and he’s only known about it subconsciously and recently.

The occasional badgers-suck-and-fruitloops-too sentiment

If voices are a thing:

Jason is chilling on a rooftop at four am and out of nowhere:

‘Is green cheese made out of ghost milk?’ ‘Would that be considered vegan because the cow is already dead?’ ‘No, wait, that’s not right...’ ’do ghosts dream of electrical sheep?’

Danny being sleep deprived, accessing the ghostly radio satellite and Jason asking himself Why, Mulaney style, Why is this Tim-like monologue plaguing my Pit Madness?

Plus? (on the topic of radio?)

Free mental podcast w/ our host Danny and his audience of one: Jason (who maybe figures out how to make calls live; it’s not like it broadcasts anywhere else, right?)

(cue a certain demographic of the ghost zone, as well as select members of the League of Shadows, tuning in to this soap-opera)

Alternative to this: Danny uses this as a help-line for the ones affected by the pit and heckles them until they agree to get treatment. 

“It’s the one place you can’t escape.”

Potential for angst though: 

It had been a while since the Pit changed and Jason had gotten used to it sometimes being cranky/irritated/annoyed and happy/mischievous/light and so on in the wheel of emotions

So he is worried about the increasing feelings of hope/trust/love mixed with paranoia/wariness/anxiety coming in the last few weeks

The crawling dread and nervousness seeping through that starts mid morning and rises steadily, like anticipation or pulling teeth slowly 

But suddenly fear spikes and it is PANIC and DESPERATION, BREAKING DOWN---

H E L P

[thealtoduck]

Big Energy

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Content: Y2k teen movie-ish AU

Warnings: Smut, Bottom!Reader, Top!Jason, Big dick Jason, Reader is 18 and Jason is 20, blowjob, anal sex, backseat-car sex, missionary, fingering, friends with benefits, Jason fucks reader during a phone call, Jason takes some pictures…

N/n = Nickname

Summary: Reader takes a late night drive with Jason and the two go to the towns make out point…

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Jason was driving the two of you home after going to the the movies. You and Jason had been at the movies and seen a newly released action movie you two had been wanting to see for a couple of weeks. As Jason drove you both shouted the lyrics to the pop songs playing on the radio.

Jason then looked over at you as he slowed down for a stop sign and asked ”Hey, can i show you a cool place before taking you home?”. ”Sure” you answered and Jason turned the car at an intersection. About fifteen minutes later he had stopped at the top of a big hill looking out over town.

”Did you take me to a cliché make out spot?” you asked amused. Jason smiled and said ”I did, but that’s not why i wanted to come here, come on”. He opened his car door and stepped out and you followed him outside.

The two of you went outside felt the soft breeze hit you, you leaned yourselves against the hood of Jason’s car. Jason then said ”Look up” and you glanced up at the dark sky seeing the stars glittering brightly in the distance.

As you looked in to the starry night you felt somthing graze your hand, you looked down and saw Jason’s hand hanging down next to yours. You took Jason’s hand in yours and brought it up to your face and placed a quick kiss on it and you continued looking up at the stars.

After looking for a while the two of you got back in the car, Jason was about to start it and take you home but you leaned closer to him and said ”Jay, can we stay a bit longer?”. ”Sure” Jason said and gave a knowing look.

A few minutes later you the two of you were passionately making out in the backseat, Jason helping you strip out of your clothes leaving you in you underwear. You unbuttoned Jason’s pants and pulled them down a bit. His big bulge poking out.

You felt his big manhood through his underwear, squeezing it softly, making him give a low groan. You pulled down Jason’s underwear setting free his cock, you leaned down and licked his tip, making Jason shiver from the feeling of your wet tounge against his length.

You took Jason’s big cock in to your mouth, he held you by your head and started moving you up and down on his shaft. He loved the feeling of your warm soft mouth sucking his dick. ”Yeah, baby, taking it so well” Jason said dirtily.

You raised your head from Jason’s crotch and licked your lips as you tasted his pre-cum in your mouth. Jason then layed you down on backseat and pulled off your underwear. Jason then traced a finger over your hole and slowly started pushing it in to you.

Jason must have lube hidden somewhere in his car as you felt the slick feeling of it as his fingers slid in to you. He made quick work of fingering you open as he wanted to get to the main course. Jason then pulled out his fingers as he looked at you fondly.

”Come on Jason, fuck me now” you whined.

”I'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty” he charmed as he put lube on his dick.

He then pulled his pants and underwear off, he positioned himself betweem your legs. He slowly started pushing his tip in to your tight ass, his hung cock filling you up. ”Come on baby, take it” Jason whispered.

When he had pushed all the way in he let you accomodate to his size. He held your thighs spread as he started moving slowly in and out of your warmness. You moaned passionately feeling Jason inside you.

Jason moved one hand between your legs and started jerking you off. ”Feeling good, N/n?” Jason asked as he fucked you in a steady rhythm. ”Fuck…yeah, Jay” was all you could get out in between groans.

The car was rocking side to side from Jason’s powerful thrusts as he plowed you in the backseat. The two of you were interrupted when you heard your cellphone ringing in the front seat. Jason pulled out of you and reached to the right front seat getting your phone.

He looked at who was calling and handed you your phone saying ”It’s your dad”. You took it and looked as it rang when Jason said ”Answer it”. You pressed the answer button and said ”Hey dad”. You then heard your father’s voice on the other end saying ”Hi Y/n, are you and Jason on the way home?”.

”Yeah, we just got in the-the car” you stumbled in the middle of your sentence as Jason had reinserted his cock inside you. ”Really, i thought the movie was supposed to end like 40 minutes ago?” your dad questioned.

”Yeah, we uhh… stopped by the convenience store, we wanted some more snacks” you said letting out silent gasp towards the end of your sentence as Jason slowly fucked you with a smirk on his face.

”Okay, just wanted to check, see you at home” your dad said. Jason hit a spot making you say through a moan ”Yeah… uh see you”. Jason then exclaimed ”Bye Mr L/n” as you hung up. He took your phone as he roughly thrusted in to you.

Jason went in to the camera setting looking at you through the phone. You looked so pretty getting fucked by his cock. ”Smile for the camera” Jason said and took a couple of pictures. You didn’t stop him, it felt good.

You soon felt you climax approach saying ”Jason, I’m gonna cum”. ”Me too baby” he said through the slapping sound of his thrusts. You moaned loudly as you came all over yourself. Jason pulled out of you and jerked off himself as he came all over your tired out body.

”One last picture” Jason said and a clicking sound and a flash came as he took a picture of your tuckered out cum covered body. He then went in to his contacts and texted the pictures to himself. As he scrolled past your dad’s contact he said ”God, i wish i could send these to your dad, he’d get such a shock seeing his only innocent son covered in my cum and taking my junk up his ass”.

”Jay, you better not, he’d litterally murder you” you said. ”I know, plus, you’d be mad at me and that would kill me before your dad got to me” Jason said softly. You put a hand on his cheek, stroking it softly and you brought him in to a passionate kiss.

”Jay, you’re everything to me” you said as you ran a finger lightly through his hair and he said:

”N/n, you’re everything to me too”

[theodorecanaryhood]

The ride or die

Jason Todd x Male reader

Jason has a boyfriend who is Bruce Wayne’s assistant.

Warnings: swearing, sex, violence and mentions of death

10 years flew by as you moved from place to place, spending some time in London, then Europe, then back to London. Moving to Gotham for work.

I guess you could say you were trying to find yourself, but it was not easy. Maybe you were running away, from yourself or something. But you felt ready to stay in one place.

Bruce Wayne took you in as his assistant around 7 years ago, then you worked your way up higher.

‘Good morning, would you mind passing this on to my dad please?’ The man asked, handing you a small file.

You smiled and nodded, taking it from the man. He stood tall, at least 6ft plus, big arms, big form, black curly hair, handsome features filled his face. His eyes pulled you in, they were bright but had a hint of darkness to them.

You’d always stood by that eyes are the gateway to the soul, and his told a story without speaking.

‘Sure, he’s just in a meeting but I’ll grab him when he’s free’ you replied, the man smiled as he seemed to take your form in.

‘I’m Jason, Jason Todd’ he introduced, holding his hand out to you.

‘Y/n y/l/n’ you responded by taking his hand, shaking it.

Jason stood leaning over the counter a little as he watched you, catching up with you a little.

‘Jason? I see you’ve met y/n’ Bruce appeared from his office.

Jason walked over to give his dad a quick hug and chatted, disappearing into Bruce’s office.

You spent the last bit of the morning catching up on some deals, organising meetings for Bruce. Occasionally hearing Bruce and Jason laughing I the office.

‘So, I will see you Friday for dinner’ Bruce said as he patted Jason in the back.

Both leaving the office, the two smiled as Jason headed toward the door, him winking at you before he left.

You blushed a little as you watched Jason walk away, hearing Bruce clearing his throat, you picked up the file and handed it to Bruce.

A black tie gala was all you needed right now, Bruce asked if you could come with him as part of a new promotion he’d offered you.

Bruce didn’t want you as his assistant anymore, he wanted you as a partner. A business partner, a man responsible for half of Bruce’s work.

‘Hello again’ Jason caught your attention, his black suit, black leather gloves, flower rested neatly on his jacket.

Jason looked very handsome in this form, he looked like a man who would steal hearts with a look.

‘Hi Jason’ you smiled back, the two of you stood beside each other as Bruce made his speech.

Bruce noticed the two of you talking a lot and getting drinks together, Bruce smiled to himself, he hadn’t seen Jason like this for a long time.

‘He’s gay, and single’ Bruce whispered to Jason quietly as the two stepped away to get a drink.

‘Why are you telling me?’ Jason asked as Bruce shrugged.

‘Just saying’ Bruce chuckled, Jason glanced over to you.

You sat at the bar and began talking to another man, older and well dressed. Jason was about to have a heart attack with how much he hated to see you talking to another guy all of a sudden.

Jason pulled you away from this older man and took a leap.

‘Can I take you out sometime?’ Jason asked, looking into your eyes.

‘Yeah’ you smiled, no hesitation in your response, Jason blushed a little as he leant down and kissed your cheek.

5 years had passed since this moment, 5 amazing years of you and Jason. Bruce refers to you as not only his business partner, but his son in law. Referring to you as this with pride.

It was a long drive through the roads as Jason sped in his Porsche, his sports car. Holding your hand, radio playing tunes as the two of you stared at the road ahead.

Jason’s skin was always the best feeling as you held onto his hand, it was another hour or so until you arrived at the hideout house.

You knew of the other lives, Bruce told you a few years back that he is Batman. Then you figured the others are Nightwing, Robin and so on.

Jason’s white muscle tee complimented his physique well, a physique you would never grow bored of.

The first time you saw Jason without his clothes was a blessing, he took his shirt off and you nearly fell with the sight in front of you. He took his underwear off and you almost screamed with the size. Jason’s manhood swung around as you saw, it would probably be the death of you.

Jason stared off into the distance as his head dropped to what he was doing, not even noticing that you were drifting into a deep sleep.

Jason gripped the steering by wheel as he glanced over at you, his boyfriend, fast asleep and dreaming.

Jason patted your knee as he allowed you to remain where you were, the sun falling down and turning the sky into a black night. The grey skies were filling the road, Jason figured he would need to take a break at some point, pulling over into a parking lot and filling the car with gas.

In these silent moments when Jason’s brain was his own, he remembered all the bits of his life that he tried to forget.

His death, his resurrection and all the things that followed. Jason distracted his brain by remembering all the memories with you.

After another round of driving, Jason parks neatly in the bay as he rushes out of the car. Opens the passenger door for you, holding his hand out and ‘princessing’ you out of the car, gives you a big kiss. Then Jason finishes it off by giving your ass a slap, the big one where he grips on impact.

The two of you get inside the base, a simple getaway for just the two of you. Escaping from Gotham for a night or two. Jason walking behind you so he can have the best view as you walk.

Jason wraps an arm around your waist as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, you managing to lock the door as you turn to face Jason.

‘Fuck, you’re so cute’ Jason growls as he kisses you, deepening the impact t as he lifts you off your feet.

You wrap your legs around Jason’s waist, holding onto his arms as Jason kisses you, him smiling into it.

The feeling of the wall against your back and being pinned against Jason’s giant form, makes your groin ache for release, Jason knows this and has power over you.

‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard’ Jason pants in between kisses, you dig your fingertips into Jason’s muscles as he presses further against you.

Jason pulls your top off over your head as you do the same to him, running your hands down Jason’s body.

Clothes scattered all over the place as Jason pins you against the wall once again, shoving his length inside you, you threw your head back, eyes rolled back and big grunt.

‘Fuck, baby’ Jason moaned as he began to pump inside you.

Remaining where you were as Jason pumped at an unbelievable pace, you were floating in the air as Jason hit all the right spots.

Jason rested his forehead against your collarbone as he released himself inside you, you gasped as you felt his seed rushing inside you. Kissing the top of Jason’s head as he smiled.

Jason rinsed you down as the two of you stood under the shower, grabbing your face as he kissed you again. The steam from the shower filled the room.

Jason could never go too long without kissing you, he had to be touching you in some way. Jason loved without saying it too much, showing it was always Jason’s thing.

Black tank top, grey sweats and leaning against his Porsche, Jason lit a cigarette as you approached from the house.

‘Ready to go back home baby?’ Jason smiled as he blew smoke out of his mouth, you nodded as you kissed him.

Jason held the passenger door open for you as you got in the car, him finishing his cigarette before driving the two of you back home.

Hand resting on your thigh, you nose deep in a book, Jason listening to the light music from the radio. Jason smiled a little as he sat next to you, his love.

[cluelessbees]

A List of Reference to Previous Seasons in Season 4

I'm making this list to show how much detail they put into referencing past events. (These are everything I've noticed feel free to add more!)

1- The stalkers/What are you stalking me?

2- That's Presumptuous of you.

3- The Snow Ball

4- Pennhurst

5- Radio Shack

6- Benny's (Aka where Jason and his friends hung out)

7- Max’s Michael Myers Mask

8- The Bite/El's Scar

9- Max driving Steve's Car

10- El killing the Agents in Season 1

And probably a bunch more I didn't mention

and yet they forget Will's birthday?

Hmmm...

[1theemptyvoid1]

Feel free to tell me if I missed anyone!

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason being terrible at flirting

Villainess (Mayra): Mike, his team took our schematics—God damn!

Mayra removed her eyeglasses and stared directly at Red Hood.

Mayra: OOOOH, you are—Dang it, I can't see without these—

She put her glasses back on and looked the confused man up and down. A smirk spread across her face as she removed her scrunchie.

Mayra: I give up, and I’m single!

Mike, her estranged villain husband, gasped as the surprise divorce hit him.

Mike: I thought you wanted to work things out!

Mayra: I lied to get the blueprints for the bomb, but seeing that piece of hotness in front of me makes me want to give up. I throw myself at the mercy of—

Mayra sashayed over to Red Hood, tossing her hand dramatically behind his neck and pretending to faint.

Mayra: This stud, because respectfully, you look like you could shatter my spine after we have sweaty, hot sex for hours. I’m free later tonight.

Red Hood whimpered, unsure of how to respond, while Batman stifled his laughter behind a hand.

Red Hood: Batman, help.

Batman (crossing his arms, amused): We’re not leaving until you give her an answer.

Red Hood (thankful for his helmet): Of course you’re enjoying my embarrassment. J- Just arrest this woman's partner.

Batman: On it.

Batman calmly approached the somber villainous scientist while Mayra pressed herself against Red Hood’s body.

Red Hood: Ma'am, you should really work things out with your husband. I don’t want this.

Mayra: Come on! With good behavior, I’ll be out in a few months, and then we can do this—

She leaned in and whispered next to Hood's helmet, right by his left ear. Her words sent a jolt through the usually calm and collected man, stirring feelings he thought he had buried long ago. He was with Rose, but even if he weren't, and even if this woman wasn't a villain, he wasn’t interested in that kind of freaky proposition.

Red Hood (pushing her away): Okay, nobody should suggest that!

Mike: She wants to do that with you? Mayra.

Mike fell to the ground as Batman attempted to cuff him, while Batman nodded, struggling to suppress his laughter.

Mayra: You have the body of a Greek God, and I want all of that—

Red Hood (quoting Star Trek): My vow of celibacy will stay intact! Batman, hurry up!

Batman: I’m on my way. Just trying to drag her heartbroken husband here.

Mike: I did everything for her, man! I gave her my heart—and my eyeball last year!

Batman (dragging Mike): Been there, Mike.

Red Hood shoved Mayra away and tried to walk off, but she clung to his leg, making him grumble and blush like a tomato.

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Later in the Batmobile, as they drove home, Bruce hummed along to the music playing on the radio while Jason sat in silence.

Bruce (finally speaking): I really enjoyed going on a mission with you.

Jason (resting his head against the window): Don't talk to me.

Bruce (teasing): I’m surprised you didn’t get that young woman’s number. She seemed to really like you—left her husband for you.

Jason groaned, his brow furrowing in irritation.

Jason: You’re enjoying this a little too much. I'll get you back for this.

Bruce (chuckling): Sure you will, kid… You can whip up explosives without breaking a sweat, yet you turn into a total mess when a woman flirts with you. That line about your vow of celibacy? Classic!

Bruce’s laughter filled the car as Jason covered his face in embarrassment.

Jason: Sometimes I hate being attractive.

Bruce (agreeing): It’s a tough life to live. At least you don’t have a child with a crazy woman.

Bruce laughed at his own joke, and for once, Jason joined in, shaking his head with a smile. The tension from earlier began to dissipate, leaving behind warmth and camaraderie in the air.

[lightofthemoonglow]

kinktober day nine

Glory Hole | Lactation | Stripping

Jason Voorhees

The room underground is dark, cool. The mattress is a little thin, but the blankets Jason brings keep you warm. He brings you food, he lets you wander the tunnels, but only to a point. There are books, a Gameboy and a radio. It’s not exactly exciting here, but it’s safe and you’re sure in time, it will be better. You must hope because in less than a month, the baby is going to be here.

You had been pregnant already when Jason had taken you, barely in your second trimester. But you had been showing and that felt like why he had spared you. You had figured out that he had loved his mother very much. And it had also become clear that some of that affection had been transferred to you.

It had started with the staring. Long, lingering looks. And then he had started touching you. Your hand, your hair. It built up over time and had come to this. Jason kneeling in front of you, slotted between your legs, not a stitch of clothing on your body. He likes the warmth of your flesh, being able to feel your heart beating, such a contrast to how his body seems to run cool, how infrequently his heart beats.

Chapped lips wrap around your nipple. “Be careful, Jason. They’re sensitive.” You tentatively stroke his head as he suckles. It had happened by accident. After he had come back from taking care of some intruders, he had come back needing contact. His greedy hands had squeezed a drop out. Just one had been enough to fascinate him, make him want more, to see what else he could get.

“Good boy,” you whisper, trembling as one hand squeezes the free breast. He looks up at you, eyes begging for more approval and you give, unsure of where this would lead.