#silena Kyle

[sunsburns]

not you too (ii).

pairing: jason todd x ex vigilante!reader

summary: after spending days trying to crack a case that's starting to haunt gotham, you've reached nowhere but a dead end. now, all of a sudden jason todd wants to talk and nothing could've prepared you for what he's asking from you and in hours your life just flips.

or: you never would've thought that taking this case would've caused so much fucking trouble.

word count: 7.1k+

warnings: mentions of violence, gore, death, major character death, blood, angst, reader is super stubborn, jason is lowkey an asshole, damian being damian, you don't need to read part one to get this lol

The next few days passed in a haze as you threw yourself back into your routine, trying to shake off Jason’s visit. Yet, no matter how hard you tried, his voice still echoed in your mind, his figure leaving a dark red stain in your memories and on your carpet, reminding you of all the things you couldn’t forget. You told yourself you had to focus; you couldn’t afford any distractions, not when Gordon especially with the case Gordon had dropped on your desk that morning.

The file was thicker than usual, the weight of it unsettling. Gordon hadn’t said a word when he handed it to you, just a slight nod as he left the precinct floor.

Usually, a note scrawled in his familiar handwriting was tucked inside. "Would be a shame if this got in the wrong hands," it would read, a crude smiley face scrawled beneath the words.

You knew Gordon's system—files left just so in his office, waiting for the quiet turn of dusk so the Bat could collect them under the cover of night. But he was slipping these directly to you now, his trust implicit.

But there was no silly note this time.

And what made you pause was the material itself: crime scene photos, and not the kind you'd pass off to Batman with a nod and a handshake. No, these were disturbing, brutal enough that even in Gotham, they warranted concern.

No usual suspect, no familiar mugshot of some abuser that needed to get beat up by the Bat or his birds; instead, it held haunting images of bodies, each more graphic than the last.

You scanned through the pages, your stomach churning. Each victim had been carefully posed, twisted grotesquely, as though some sadistic artist had orchestrated each shot. Their eyes were gone, darkness where they once were, tears of blood coating their cheeks, mouths twisted in gasps or grimaces. The blood was still dark in the photos, pooling and splattered, smeared in a way that almost looked intentional.

The victim profiles had a disturbing similarity—they were known to have ties to the criminal underworld, men and women whose names you faintly recognized from past reports and even your past when you used to run rooftops at night alongside under another alias. But they’d never gone down like this.

This wasn’t an accident, nor the signature style of the usual Gotham criminals. This was personal, with an intensity that cut deep, a method to every violent stroke. As you turned the page, each new image seemed more deranged than the last, the brutality escalating in what felt like a sick crescendo.

This killer wanted attention.

Almost a week had passed since you first opened that file, and despite your best efforts, sleep had been elusive, as though every image from the case clung to the back of your eyelids. Each night, you’d lie awake in the dark, replaying the grainy, haunting crime scene photos in your mind, the details sharper each time you thought of them. The taste of coffee on your tongue had grown stale, and bitter, as you poured yourself another cup just to make it through.

It was Friday again, and the precinct was as chaotic as ever. Phones rang, the background chatter of detectives comparing notes, typing reports, and bantering.

It was Gotham’s white noise, but for you, it barely broke through the pressure building in your head. You sat at your desk, bent over a stack of notes from the latest case briefing, trying to pretend the room’s sounds didn’t grate on you. This killer had changed the routine, breaking through the monotony of cases that always felt solvable, if not predictable.

You wonder when Gordon will give you the green light to hand the papers over to Batman.

Just another Friday. That’s what you told yourself as you tapped your pen on the desk, skimming through yet another detail on the case. But your mind kept circling back to that first folder, Gordon’s barely there glance as he dropped it on your desk without explanation.

Across from you, your partner tossed you a knowing look. He was holding another file, new and thick like they always seemed to be lately. He gave you a little shrug, pushing the folder toward you with a smirk. “Looks like you’re the lucky winner today. Courtesy of Gordon. You’ve got yourself a special addition.”

You sighed, muttering, "Fuck off," but took the file anyway.

Flipping it open, you braced yourself for what you might find, already steeling yourself against the shock. Just as you suspected, another crime scene, another gruesome display, and yet another criminal with a dark past—a past that made them seem almost deserving of what had happened to them. This killer was doing his work publicly now, practically begging for the precinct’s attention. As you flipped through, the images seemed to scream at you, vivid, twisted displays of violence so calculated it felt sickeningly theatrical.

You’d seen it in person last night, called out to the scene when you and your partner happened to be nearby on patrol. It was a bakery in Old Gotham, the call coming in after midnight when the owner discovered the body dumped in the alley out back. The scent of old pastries mixed with the acrid bite of death, and you remembered the bile rising in your throat as you stepped closer, squinting under the harsh glow of police lights. Your instincts had told you to look away, but you forced yourself to examine the details. If you looked away, you’d miss something crucial: the jaggedness of the cuts, the wild angles of the wounds. They weren’t clean, but deliberate, like an artist who’d chosen chaos as his medium.

"Feels kinda like déjà vu, no?" Your partner’s voice cut through your thoughts, bringing you back to the bustling chaos of the precinct.

“Hm?” You glanced at him, distracted

He perked up as you met his gaze, leaning forward with a grim look. "The bodies—don’t they remind you of something?"

You stared, waiting. You felt sluggish, as if the endless coffees you’d downed had backfired, leaving you hollow and wired. Sleep had been a fleeting luxury.

Detective Andy leaned in, his voice barely a whisper. "Red Hood."

A chill shot down your spine. “What?”

He pointed to a photo, tapping it thoughtfully. "The patterns. Big murder scenes, violent displays. Doesn’t it remind you of when Red Hood first came on the scene?"

You fumbled for a response, your mind stumbling. You hadn’t been in the GCPD during Red Hood’s first appearance; you hadn’t even joined the academy yet. It wasn’t so long ago, just a few years back, but it still felt like ages.

You do remember those days, though.

You’d been younger, wilder, and always running right along the edge of Gotham’s underworld. Back then, you’d worked for Selina Kyle, a phantom in leather with a knack for pretty gems and diamonds. Under her tutelage, you’d learned to break into penthouses, crack safes in under five minutes, and disappear without a trace. All the things Gordon had to turn a blind eye to when he personally hired you.

You remember one night, a supposed to be an easy job, just a simple heist in the wealthier parts of Gotham. Selina had given you explicit instructions: break in, grab the diamonds and get out before anyone was the wiser. But Gotham had a way of twisting “easy” jobs into something darker, something that left marks on you that never truly faded.

It had been just after midnight, the air was crisp and heavy with the city’s usual grit. You were supposed to head down Boulevard, make a left by the old brick post office, and hit the target—an art collector with more money than sense. But a wrong turn later, you found yourself in a different kind of darkness, somewhere off the beaten path, where street lamps flickered and silence took on.

You’d felt it before you’d seen him—a presence, sharp and cold, lingering like a predator waiting to pounce. At first, you thought it was just nerves after you realized you had just broken into the wrong apartment. All you could think was: shit.

You’d handled your share of tense moments, after all; but this was something else. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled, a warning you hadn’t felt in years. You were no stranger to danger, but this was a different kind of threat, something that felt personal.

Then you saw him.

At first, it was just the faint gleam of red in the darkness, like a shard of blood against the shadows. But as he stepped into the faint light, you saw him more clearly—a figure clad in leather, the infamous helmet covering his face, standing over a man slumped on his knees, visibly trembling. In the Red Hood’s hand was something you couldn’t immediately make out, but as he turned slightly, the dim light cast a glint off it, and you realized with a shock that he was holding a head—a severed head.

You froze.

The man was pleading, begging for his life in a low, trembling voice. But the Red Hood only tilted his head, silent. There was no rage in his stance, only a dark calm that made the scene feel disturbingly deliberate.

You could see his fingers flex around the hilt of a blade, the kind used to skin prey, and he held it with a confidence that said he’d done this before—and would do it again without a second thought.

You didn’t want to look, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away. The man’s pleas grew louder, more desperate, words spilling out in garbled, terrified sentences, but Red Hood was unmoved. Then, in one swift, final motion, he silenced him.

You weren’t sure what made you react then, but a sharp gasp escaped your lips before you could stop it. Red Hood’s head snapped up, his gaze locking onto yours.

Your heart thundered as you ducked out the window, into the shadows, pressing yourself against the rough brick, willing yourself to become invisible. You knew better than to run; Selina had taught you that too. Quick movements drew attention, made you a target. And you weren’t exactly eager to test your skills against this fucking guy.

As you held your breath, you could hear his footsteps drawing closer, a slow, haunting rhythm that echoed down the narrow street.

For a second, it felt like he would find you. You could practically feel his gaze searching the darkness, his eyes tracking every inch of the alleyway. The fear was unlike anything you’d felt before.

And then he stopped. The footsteps paused, and there was a long silence. When he turned away and his steps faded back into the apartment, you felt your shoulders relax. It wasn’t relief, not fully. You’d seen something you weren’t supposed to, and you had a feeling Red Hood had let you walk away for a reason.

A part of you, distant but insistent, wondered if Jason could be behind these new killings. The thought twisted uncomfortably in your mind before you dismissed it. Jason was… different now. He had to be. He was reckless, sure, but this? Even if he wasn't currently on good terms with Bruce, he’d never return to those ways.

Right?

“Didn’t think of that,” you lied, the words tasting hollow as you struggled to find a convincing way to deflect Andy’s suspicion.

The last thing you needed was for anyone to start seriously considering Red Hood as a suspect. Wanted posters of that stupid red helmet already lined the precinct’s walls

Andy laughed a half-hearted chuckle. “Guess old habits die hard, huh?”

You could barely crack a smile, but you tried your best.

A voice behind you interrupted the uneasy silence. “Detective?” You turned to see a uniformed officer standing stiffly at the edge of your desk. “You have a visitor at the front desk.”

You blinked, momentarily thrown off. No one was supposed to come by today—maybe your mother had stopped by on one of her random check-ins. The officer’s expression, however, was tense, and you felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The precinct wasn’t exactly an open-door policy; even visitors to officers needed a reason. A visitor, especially unexpected, was rarely a good sign.

You nodded, swallowing the bitter taste in your mouth. Setting the file aside, you rose, your heart pounding faintly as you walked through the maze of desks and toward the elevator, half-convinced that this "visitor" was your mother showing up with her usual worried expression and a container of food because you’d forgotten to call her recently.

But the moment the elevator doors opened, your heart faltered.

Jason. Standing right there in the precinct lobby, dressed casually in a worn leather jacket, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other resting casually on the front counter as he flashed an ID—one that was definitely fake.

Of course, it wasn't real, because Jason Todd has been dead for who knows how many years.

You used to think that Jason wasn't stupid enough to walk into a police department swinging around a fake ID with a stupid name like Trevor Duncan.

It was that same old card he used to keep back when the two of you were together. He’d only ever had to use it a handful of times, mostly when he got pulled over for speeding on his bike, but he always had it ready, a smooth grin on his face, acting as if he had nothing to hide. But now? Now it looked out of place, almost surreal. Jason Todd standing here as if he were just anyone off the street.

As he looked up, his eyes met yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his face before he offered a familiar, almost casual, “Hey.”

You took a sharp breath, trying to steady yourself. Words failed you, stuck somewhere between disbelief and frustration. Jason never showed up here. Not as the Red Hood, and certainly not as himself. Not after the way he left things a week ago.

Some fucking nerve he has.

You never wanted to strangle someone so badly.

Glancing over your shoulder, you moved closer to him, lowering your voice. “Jason,” you hissed, barely able to hide the shock. “What the hell are you doing here? You’re—”

“Wanted, yeah, I know,” he just shrugged, an almost defiant glint in his eyes, the same one that used to drive you mad. He lets you grip his arm and pull him toward a quiet corner of the lobby, away from prying eyes. “Technically, that’s Red Hood who’s wanted, not Jason—”

“Don’t. What the fuck is wrong with you?” you cut him off, voice barely a whisper but heated nonetheless.

His face hardened slightly, his voice dropping. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.”

Right, of course. Important. And yet, it was unnerving how familiar he looked like this, standing just close enough that the faint scent of leather and gunpowder hit you, reminders of nights spent together in places you weren’t supposed to be.

Your gaze flicked around the room, anxiety prickling your spine. “What do you want, Jason? If Gordon sees you…”

“I think I’m being set up,” he said abruptly.

You blinked, momentarily thrown off. “What?”

“The murders,” he continued, voice steady but jaw clenched. “They’re not—it’s not me.”

“I know that.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You know—?”

“How do you know about—”

Jason scoffed, crossing his arms as his gaze bore into you. “C’mon. Don’t act like it’s some big secret behind closed doors. This shit is happening in my alley. Of course, I fucking know. And sooner or later, a lot more people are gonna know.” He paused, “And besides… Grayson might’ve filled me in on a few things I missed.”

Of course. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Dick had called you a few nights ago, asking for an extra set of eyes on a case he’d brought back from Blüdhaven. You’d tried to brush it off as usual, but there’d been something familiar about the weapon in the photos he’d sent, the way the scars on the victims matched the fresh crime scenes here in Gotham. You’d let it slip—against your better judgment—that those wounds looked eerily familiar.

You sighed, trying to push down the wave of frustration. Jason knowing more than you was one thing, but Dick going behind your back to clue him in? That threw you off.

“Right,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead. “Okay. So what is this? You just came here to make a statement? Give an alibi?”

“No.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Then what?”

He glanced down the hallway behind you, tense, as if he half-expected someone to overhear. Before you could turn to look, he grabbed your arm and pulled you aside, his expression unreadable.

“Listen—”

“I’m listening,” you replied, shrugging out of his grasp.

His voice dropped to a murmur, and you had to lean in to catch it. “I think you’re in danger.”

You scoffed, pulling back. “What are you talking about?”

“Haven’t you noticed? The people turning up dead—this isn’t random.”

“I know that—”

“No, you don’t. Have you actually looked into their criminal records?”

“Yeah.” You spat it out, feeling a surge of defensiveness. Jason’s words were cold as if he was accusing you. This asshole, came in here, acting like he knows your job better than you do, acting like you haven’t pored over every detail, every link, every goddamn scrap of evidence that’s crossed your desk. “I looked into all of it. They’ve got some minor offences. A few of them were tied to Randolf, but they’re hardly worth anyone’s attention. I thought you took down Randolf Industries months ago.”

“I did.” His jaw tightened, and you know him well enough to recognize the anger in his clenched teeth. “But that doesn’t mean they’re done with us.”

You almost hate how much sense he makes.

“What does this have to do with me?”

Jason’s gaze shifted, softening just a fraction, and that subtle pity—pity for you—lit a fire in your chest. He’s looking at you like he’s sorry like he cares, like he still feels something. And for a split second, you wished he’d go back to hating you. “You worked under Randolf.” he said, reminding you of what you’d rather forget. “You were at their last event. A gala… an auction, remember?”

“Jason, I’ve worked dozens of events like that. Please stop wasting my time.”

He shook his head, frustration seeping into his voice. “Think, okay? It was an auction. You had a mission there. Probably to take some fucking diamonds or something. The night ended with a shootout in the south hall.”

The memory saw a slap in the face. You saw flashes of that night—the glittering, polished faces of Gotham’s elite, the diamonds, the weight of them, heavy in your hands. You remembered the gunfire, the chaos that tore through the hall. The blood. But to you, it had been just another job gone slightly wrong, another task to be done and forgotten. Sure, it may have been the end of Randolf but you never really liked the guy anyway.

Jason was still watching you, his expression dark. “Every person who’s turned up dead was there that night. And they all had ties to Randolf. And I know you used to do some of his dirty work with Silena. Whoever’s behind this isn’t stopping until they’ve crossed off everyone on their list… including Silena. Including you.”

Fuck.

You swallowed hard, clenching your fists. You kept your expression neutral, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing your fear. Jason Todd, standing in your precinct, coming into your life after months of silence—after shutting you out, after telling you to keep your nose out of his work—telling you now that you should listen to him, that you should be worried, that you were doing your job wrong. Who does he think he is?

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust his judgment, but you were sick of hearing it. He used to shame you for what you do for work, hated that you had turned against him.

“I’ll look into it, I guess. But I don’t need you to tell me how to do my job.” Your voice shook, but you pressed on, words spilling out before you could hold them back. “You always hated what I do—if it was stealing or fighting crime or getting my badge. Now, what, you’re here to play saviour? To swoop in like none of that matters anymore?”

Your eyes met his, and there was a look there that almost made you falter. It’s that mix of distress and conviction, a look that carries the weight of all the things he never says. You recognize it immediately because it’s the look he used to give you—before everything turned sour. But now, it feels almost mocking. Desperate and pleading, like he’s here to convince you of something, to beg you to understand.

He doesn’t say anything though.

It just fueled the anger that’s simmering in your chest. The thought that he could come here, to your work, and act as though he’s still allowed to care as if he’s entitled to it—that he can swoop in and remind you of things you don’t want to feel.

But he must care, right?

If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t be here, right? If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t be this close, standing right in front of you, risking everything to warn you about a threat he thinks exists. He could’ve just called, could’ve left a message when you purposely didn’t answer.

He could’ve sent a text and kept himself safe, kept himself out of your life. Holy shit, you knew him well enough to know he’s capable of watching from the shadows, lurking without getting involved. But he was standing there, in a police precinct of all the fucking places, surrounded by detectives who would do anything to bring the Red Hood to justice if they realized he was right in front of them.

He’s here, looking at you like he’d do anything to pull you out of this.

The thought wrapped itself around you, both comforting and infuriating. God, you wanted to kill this guy.

“I… I don’t know what you’re asking of me right now, Jason.”

He searched your face, frustration flickering across his expression like he was fighting the urge to shake you, to make you see something you just couldn’t. His mouth opened and closed as though he was running through every possible way to explain himself, to say whatever he came here to say, but the words... the words kind of just... died there. They died in his throat, stuck.

And now he looked… scattered, disarmed, like he hadn’t thought you’d put up this much of a fight.

“I…” he started, his voice dropping almost to a grumbled whisper. “I want you… you need to get out of town.”

You stared at him.

And you stared and stared and just kept staring.

And you probably stood there for a minute or two before biting back a bitter laugh.

Out of town?

He couldn’t be serious.

Your patience, already thin, was practically shredded at this point. You’d spent years building your career here—your life here, and he wanted you to drop everything because he said so? Because he had suddenly come back with some vague, half-assed—a fucking hunch—warning? Because he had a suspicion—with no real proof—that you could—possibly—might be in danger because of an old shady job you barely remember?

The words barely registered at first, almost as if they were so absurd that your brain refused to even process them. You blinked, your mind catching on his audacity—his audacity—to just show up out of nowhere and think he could tell you what to do. This man had left you, shut you out, made his choice to push you away, and now he thought he could waltz back in and tell you to pack up and leave the life you’d clawed your way into?

“What?”

“Go to Metropolis,” he urged, more insistent now as if saying the name of a different city was going to convince you. “Anywhere. Just… get out of Gotham until I’ve figured this all out.”

His words hit you wrong, each one stacking up like bricks in a wall between you. “Until you’ve figured it out?” you repeated, eyes narrowing, glaring.

“Yeah,” he muttered, the confidence slipping. He was realizing now, seeing just how badly this was going. “Just… just lay low until then.”

“Lay low?” you spat out, barely containing a scoff. “Jason, I can’t just drop everything and leave. I’m not some pawn you can just move around. Do you get that? This is my job. My case. My fucking case. I’ve earned every inch of ground I stand on here.”

He tried to say something else, tried to push back, but you didn’t give him the chance.

“You think I don’t know the risks?” you continued, stubbornly digging your heels in. “I knew the risks when I took it. I know what I’m fucking doing.” You paused, the words heavy and unyielding. “Do you have any idea how it would look if I just disappeared because things got tough?”

The frustration in his expression deepened, but there was something else there now, something almost pleading. He looked at you like he wanted to say more like he needed to make you see something he was too damn stubborn to say outright. You could tell he didn’t want to fight you on this, that he was wishing you’d just listen, but that only made you stand your ground harder, and dig your heels in deeper.

He was the same Jason he’d always been: relentless, unyielding, pushing at you even when he knew you wouldn’t budge. And you? You were no different—just as stubborn, just as unwilling to give an inch. It was one of the reasons things had fallen apart between you. Two forces constantly colliding, too similar in their defiance yet too different in their methods. Like opposite sides of a magnet, doomed to repel each other despite every effort to hold on.

“I don’t care how it looks,” he muttered, his voice rough and low, but there was a crack in his resolve. “You’re not getting it. This isn’t about the case—this is about you.”

“Me?” The word escaped before you could stop it, sharper than you intended. You squared your shoulders, leaning into the bite of your tone. “If this is about me, then you should know better than to think I’d just leave. I don’t care what you think. If Randolf’s involved or not, this is my case, Jason. My responsibility. And I’m going to solve it, no matter the risks—because that’s my job. And I’m really fucking good at it.”

“Good at it?” His laugh was low and bitter like he couldn’t believe you were still fighting him on this. “You’re not listening. You’re going to die, and you’re standing here talking about responsibility like that’s going to protect you.”

You squared your jaw, rolling your eyes and scoffing.

“You sound just like him.” The words left Jason's mouth before he could stop them, his voice raw with anger and something deeper, something almost… horrified. “You sound just like Bruce.”

The words landed heavier than you expected, and you felt them settle uncomfortably in your chest. He meant it. Jason wasn’t just being dramatic; he wasn’t here to stir up trouble or drag you into another one of his wild theories. He was scared. Scared for you in a way that made your stomach twist uncomfortably because he still cared—too much.

You could hear your own heartbeat in the silence, the weight of what he’d just said hanging between you like a physical thing.

Bruce Wayne. Batman.

You? Similar to him?

The was new.

You opened your mouth to respond, but a voice called your name from down the hallway. Jason turned, his body instinctively tensing like he was preparing for a fight, his broad shoulders blocking your view until you leaned to the side.

It was Andy, jogging toward you with a grin that faltered the second he saw Jason. His eyes narrowed, flicking between you and the man standing far too close, his hands gripping your arms like they belonged there. You don’t remember when he held you.

“Uh… bad time?” Andy asked.

Jason let go of you immediately, stepping back but not far enough. His glare hardened as he sized up Andy like he was trying to determine whether he was a threat—or maybe just because he didn’t like the way Andy had interrupted.

“Yes,” Jason muttered flatly, not bothering to hide his irritation.

“No,” you said firmly, “He was just leaving. Weren’t you, Trevor?”

Jason’s head snapped toward you, his jaw tightening at the fake name. “Right,” he bit out, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he turned on his heel. His broad shoulders stiffened as he stalked off.

Andy watched him go, raising an eyebrow as he turned back to you. “Trevor?” he asked, the question loaded with curiosity.

“Don’t ask,” you said quickly. But your hands trembled slightly as you stuffed them into your pockets, Jason’s words echoing in your mind: You’re going to die.

You cleared your throat, your voice much steadier than you felt. “What’s up, Andy?”

He smiled a warm, familiar thing that barely reached his eyes. “I thought we could pick up a call. Something small, just to ease your mind. I’ve noticed how tense you’ve been, so I figured something like a missing bike or a dog would help take your mind off things.”

You hesitated, the idea of a mundane, easy case almost too good to pass up. You’d been running on fumes for days, your mind still tangled in threads of murder, mystery, and now, whatever the hell Jason was trying to get across.

“Yeah, okay,” you agreed, a little too quickly, though a quiet relief followed your words. The idea of a short break, even a small distraction, felt like just the kind of thing you needed. Still, your instincts told you to keep pushing, to go back upstairs and keep raking through the case files, questioning witnesses, tweaking the map with the locations of the bodies. You couldn’t shake the sense that you were missing something—something crucial.

But Andy’s eyes were a little too glazed over like he’d stared at one too many corpses, and maybe he needed this as much as you did. You could tell by the way his shoulders sagged that he was running on empty.

Maybe a clearer mind would help, you thought.

You reached out and grabbed the thinner file from his hand, glancing over it briefly. “Okay, let’s go,” you said, a bit of your usual confidence slipping back into your voice, even as the anxiety from the case lingered.

Andy’s grin was wide, a flash of his usual spirit. He waved the keys in front of your face like a kid with a new toy. “Fuck yeah!” His excitement was enough to snap you out of your darker thoughts, at least for a moment.

You just hoped Gordon wouldn’t kill you for this detour.

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The drive to the supposed “missing dog” case felt like it dragged on forever.

Andy hummed along to whatever random song played on the radio, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the case you had been working on. Your mind buzzed with the same unanswered questions that had been hanging over you all day.

What was Jason’s real point? And more pressing, what was really going on with the bodies? Randolf, the name haunted you. Have you been missing something this whole time?

The moment Andy stopped the car, your stomach dropped. The “case” turned out to be a dead end, no missing dog, no clues, just another pointless distraction. You both spent hours going over the same circle of leads that led nowhere, retracing your steps, looking at things from different angles, but it was all for nothing.

Andy finally threw his hands up in frustration. “Nothing,” he muttered, clearly over it. “This is a waste of time.”

You swallowed hard, trying to push the growing feeling of dread away. You were already getting that itchy, restless feeling again—the same one that told you you’d just wasted precious hours when you could have been moving forward on the real case. “I know,” you said quietly, nodding absently. “But maybe we missed something. I think I should—”

“No,” Andy cut you off, his voice blunt, but it wasn’t unkind. “It’s time to call it.”

You wanted to argue, to push on, but his tone made it clear that it wasn’t worth it anymore.

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Andy had left you at your apartment, and by the time you reached the door, exhaustion was pulling you down like a weight. You fumbled with your keys, your thoughts disjointed, still tangled in the mess of the case that had led nowhere, hours wasted, your mind too worn to keep up.

The door clicked shut behind you, and you dropped your bag by your feet. The thought that had been haunting you all day echoed once again, a sharp, intrusive whisper. You’re going to die.

You’re going to die.

The words gnawed at you relentlessly, a constant hum that never stopped, lingering just beneath your conscious thoughts.

You sighed, trying to shake it off, but the dull ache in your chest remained. You slid off your shoes and left your jacket crumpled on the floor, not caring for the mess. Your apartment was quiet—too quiet. The stillness in the air felt wrong somehow, like something was out of place.

You reached for your phone in your pocket, the buzz startling you slightly. It wasn’t Gordon—who you expected to hear from—but a message from Silena.

Your fingers froze over the screen as you read: Are you in Gotham? We should get lunch or something.

The message didn’t make sense. You hadn’t heard from Silena in a few days, and the last time you checked, she was halfway across the country, doing who knows what. The timing of it unnerved you.

You shook your head, trying to push away the instinct to feel like something was wrong, and a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips despite yourself. Silena was one of the few people you trusted, but the oddity of the message made you pause.

Yeah, I’m around. Let me know when you’re free.

You tossed your phone onto the counter and stepped into the living room. The space was dim, lit only by the soft spill of moonlight from the windows. The glow from the streetlights outside filtered in, casting long, strange shadows across the floor, and stretching the furniture in odd directions.

The silence was muggy. It felt like something was waiting for you, something just outside your perception, making the hairs on the back of your neck rise.

You’re going to die.

You stepped deeper into the room, your senses sharpening as you instinctively reached under a chair where your gun was always kept. Your fingers brushed the cool metal, and your grip tightened. It wasn’t like you to jump to conclusions, but something about this moment made you feel like you needed the reassurance.

You paused, listening carefully, your breath steady. The shadows in the room shifted slightly—flickering, moving. The moonlight played tricks on your eyes, making the figures dance just beyond your sight. You narrowed your eyes, peering through the dark.

You’re going to die. You’re going to die.

The movement was subtle, but you saw it again. There were figures standing just beyond the edge of the light, still as statues. You couldn’t be sure, but something told you that they weren’t supposed to be there. You raised the gun instinctively, aiming it in the direction of the shadows, your finger lightly on the trigger.

You’re going to die. You’re going to die. You’re going to die.

And then, as if on cue, they moved.

You’re going to die. You’re going to die. You’re going to die. You’re going to die. You’re going to die.

Two figures stepped forward, emerging from the darkness.

You’re going to die. You’re going to die. You’re going to die. You’re going to die. You’re going to die. You’re going to die. You’re going to—

Your heart skipped a beat, and you froze, staring into the dim light as the figures came into sharper focus. It wasn’t an intruder, wasn’t some random threat.

It was Robin, eyes cold and calculating as always, his posture rigid as he crossed his arms. Beside him, standing just out of the reach of the light, was Red Robin, his body language tight with tension. His mask didn’t hide the unease that flickered in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched slightly.

It wasn’t the first time the birds had slipped into your apartment unannounced—Jason had certainly made himself at home recently—but there was something different about this. Something formal, purposeful. The silence was heavy, the air thick with the weight of unspoken things. It wasn’t a casual visit, not even close.

They didn’t come to grab a snack from your fridge or hang around on your couch, not this time.

For the first time all day, the familiar tension in your chest felt like a vice, suffocating you. You lowered your gun slowly, the metal was cold and heavy in your hands.

Robin gave you a quick nod, his eyes darting to the weapon. He made a small, annoyed sound under his breath—TT—but said nothing as you deactivated the safety and set it back down where it belonged. The tension in the air didn’t fade, though. It only deepened.

“Our apologies if we startled you,” Robin said, his voice tight, almost mechanical, like he had rehearsed the words a hundred times before they came out. His tone lacked its usual sharpness, and something about that made you frown.

But the formality of it all—the serious way they stood, barely moving, as though waiting for something—made your gut twist.

“No worries...” you muttered.

You reached for the lamp on the side table, flipping it on. The room flooded with warm, yellow light, and you blinked against the sudden brightness. Robin’s face was still shadowed by the low light, but you could see his face better now, the sharp edges of his gaze unwavering. Red Robin stepped into the light fully, his jaw clenched, the skin on his lower lip raw from constant biting.

“Damian, Tim,” you greeted them, but the words felt hollow.

Damian didn’t say anything, his arms still crossed, his posture unwavering. He only tilted his head slightly, observing you.

Tim stepped forward, his footsteps muffled by the carpet. The air seemed to thicken with every passing second as he came closer, his expression unreadable beneath his mask. When he spoke, his voice was softer than Damian’s, but there was a finality to it.

“We need to talk,” he said, his tone low, heavy with meaning. “Maybe you should sit down.”

You stood frozen where you were. “What’s wrong?”

Tim hesitated, his gaze flickering briefly to Damian before he let out a slow breath. “We know about your past with Selina Kyle, we know what she meant to you,” he started, the words heavy, “and we thought you should be one of the first to know… She was found dead in her apartment less than an hour ago.”

Your world seemed to halt.

The words didn’t land right. They didn’t make sense. Selina Kyle? She was—she had been so alive in your messages, in your mind. You had just texted her, just now—how could she have been dead? How could this be real?

Your breath caught in your throat, and the room tilted for a second. “That’s… impossible,” you whispered, more to yourself than anyone else. How could she be—?

Tim’s expression softened slightly, but his eyes stayed serious. “That’s what we thought too.”

His words felt distant, almost muffled like they were coming from the other end of a tunnel. You couldn’t process what he was saying. None of it made sense. Selina—dead? You had just texted her. She’d sent a message barely five minutes ago, her words still fresh on your screen, vivid proof of life. Your phone felt like it weighed a thousand pounds now, sitting on the counter where you had tossed it, mocking you with its silence.

Tim shifted uncomfortably, dragging your attention back to him. “The cops should be arriving at the scene about now. But, uh, B wants to see you. He was the one who…” Tim hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “He was the one who found her. He said—”

You stopped listening. The words faded into a hollow hum, and your mind spiralled. Selina was supposed to be untouchable. Smart, agile, always one step ahead of the chaos in Gotham. And now, she was just… gone? And you were just... supposed to live with that? The thought slammed into you like a train, impossible to reconcile with the image of her that lived in your memory: vibrant, sharp-tongued, alive.

Jason’s warning echoed in your head, louder now. You’re going to die.

Your stomach churned. Jason wasn’t exactly known for his optimism, but there was a pattern here, a thread you couldn’t ignore. The timing, the dread you’d been carrying all day—it all felt too calculated, too deliberate. As though the universe—or someone—was playing a sick game, tightening a noose you hadn’t even realized was there.

Your legs felt weak, and you sank into the armchair beside you, the cushions swallowing you whole. You stared at the floor, the edges of your vision blurring as you tried to process the words. Nothing added up. How could she be gone when she’d just messaged you? Had you imagined it? No, you couldn’t have. You’d replied.

Your hand twitched toward your phone, desperate for confirmation, but the thought of seeing her name on the screen—knowing it could never light up again—made your throat close up.

Tim’s voice broke through the haze, but you only caught the last thing he said. “You’re gonna have to come with us.”

It didn’t sound like a suggestion.

And Jason. Jason had warned you. You’d brushed it off as paranoia, his usual tendency to jump to the worst conclusions, but now… Now you couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew something you didn’t. Something he hadn’t said.

You pushed yourself upright, your legs shaky beneath you. “I need to see it,” you said, your voice stronger now despite the storm raging inside you. “I need to see her apartment.”

Tim and Damian exchanged a look, and Damian had a wicked smirk on his face. He turned toward the open window, his cape swishing as he moved. “Try to keep up.”

[ambriel-angstwitch]

Batman Hush Part 4

(Batman 614-616)

Bruce really does try to kill this man. But people keep stopping him. First Superman now Catwoman.

I do like Bruce’s monologue and I do think it’s could be true. He’d 100% feel guilty about it and probably get mad at himself for it after the rage fades but I don’t think he’d truly regret it. He wouldn’t want to undo it I don’t think.

I think it’s interesting his commentary on his sons. Dick was remarkably talented but one thing Bruce fails to mention here is that Dick also had something Bruce wanted to help him work through just like Jason. Dick had grief which Bruce understood better than rage. (Though let’s be real Dick has also had rage. I mean he wanted to kill his parents killer.)

Once again somebody else stops Bruce from killing for his son, and everyone else the Joker hurt. It’s interesting that every plea not to end Joker is usually not a moral plea rather a plea for Bruce. They know that the world won’t be worse if Batman kills Joker but they don’t think that Batman will surprise.

Though all these people stopping him makes me wonder why he failed to mention any of this to Jason. Like I feel like when Jason asked “Why didn’t you avenge me?” saying “Superman stoppped me and then Catwoman and then Jim said he’d send the entirety of the police department to hunt me down if I did so” is a pretty good defense

Not Tim and Dick gossiping at their Dad’s friends funeral. That’s such a brother thing to do though. Tim’s like “Are we supposed to know this guy?”

I love Bruce’s comment on his sons how they fill his life. I just love when he expresses love for his children (even if not directly to them)

That’s definitely not traumatizing at all to see your dear friends face overlayed on top of your sons

What about the relationships he’s had with men? (I’m going to be honest I can’t think of any of those that ended well either)

All jokes aside Dick does have a point and while Bruce brushes him aside at first he will come to realize that

I love when the Robins or Bruce question whether Robin was a good thing. Like it’s always just such an interesting thing to consider. Like Bruce’s concern that he ruined his kids lives. But he loves his kids and he’s admiring Dick’s gifts and I just love that.

I love how clear it is that Talía loves him and not just in a self centered way. Like Talia’s not perfect but she cares about what he wants. She wants him to want her but even more so she wants him to be happy even without her.

Some villains in love with a hero might destroy what that person loves so that all they have left is them but no Talia chooses to heal the person that he loves even though that doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll choose her.

And she has a final conversation with him to make sure he knows the risks of what he’s doing and will do it anyway.

I love Alfred looking out for Bruce, and I love him expressing the feelings the Bruce will not. He knows Bruce, he cares for Bruce, He raised Bruce and I love seeing that portrayed

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[sunhighriptide]

I know I am late, but here are my thoughts on Harley Quinn season four ending.

I am very confused and intrigued by Harley Quinn season four's ending. I figured out they were setting up Gotham City Sirens or Birds of Prey when they called Barbara from the moon. Very excited to have more Silena.

But also. Are they giving Nightwing Jason's arc? Because Jason already exists. Harley has his number, he showed up in her phone. Talia is just reanimating all the batkids now. She's like "hah Bruce, I took ALL your children." Now the question is wether Tim exists. And poor Alfred. Someone help him. Maybe Jason will break you out.

We clearly got Oracle. Nightwing going on some Red Hood arc.

Gotham City Sirens. More baby Damian. Yeah lets get more of the batfam and more Sirens. Also loved Talia al Ghul.

I also appreciate the show now seems less afraid to also have emotional or serious beats along with the parody messes. At least it seemed so to me. Hope we see more of Nora and Ivy's protogees. Volcana, Terra, and Tefe?

Do love all the crack characters. This is the place to show them.

As a jewish person, I noticed Harley talked about passover and hiding the afekomen (I have nod idea if I spelled that correctly.) So good on that, but also, a single line is kind of baseline.

So many questions. So many curiosites. This show is doing really well.

[megamindsupremacy]

Bruce you fucking idiot this is why you cannot get bitches

[nephleft]

i think i need more battinson/silena and baby dick grayson fics bc i’m about to finish them all 😭

[gece-misin-nesin]

Selina Kyle

don't know much about her, bc im hyper jason focused. but she seems cool. she deserves so much better than bruce, her standarts must be horrible.

thx for the ask and have a nice day!!! <333

[thealtoduck]

My Little Love

Selina Kyle x Son!Reader

Bruce Wayne x Son!Reader

Warnings: Fluff…

BatCat!Bro Masterlist

Summary: Bruce finds out you snuck out again alone at night and decides to follow you…

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Bruce had just finished up his patrolling for the night when he got a call from Alfred. ”Master Bruce, you wouldn’t happen to know Master Y/n’s wherabouts?” He questioned. ”I thought he was at home, didn’t he say he’d be studying” Bruce said.

”Apparently not, his window was open and we suspect he snuck out again” Alfred explained. Bruce let out an annoyed huff and said ”Track his phone and send me the location”. Bruce made his way to the Batmobile as Alfred sent him the data.

Your location showed on the Batmobile’s map, you were inside a bus and it was moving, Bruce started the car and drove to follow you. The map showed you were on a bridge leading out of Gotham, Bruce wondered what you wee up too. He sped up the car and drove towards the bridge.

After driving for a while he saw your icon had stopped on the map, it had stopped next to an old gas station. Meaning you must’ve gotten off the bus there. Soon Bruce arrived and parked the Batmobile in the gas station parking and got out, you were nowhere in sight.

He walked around the corner of the closed station where he found you, leaning against a wall, back turned to him. Bruce silently made his way behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You suddenly turned around with a balled up fist, punching Bruce in his armoured chest.

Which was a mistake on your part. You let out a small wince in pain. ”Don’t sneak up on me, Bruce” you said annoyed rubbing your now bruised fist. ”What are you doing out here?” Bruce questioned plainly. ”None of your business, now go home” you told him.

”I thought Dick talked to you about the whole sneaking out thing” Bruce said. ”I didn’t ”sneak out”, i just left without telling anyone and i had a good reason too” you defended yourself. ”What do you mean, you ”had a good reason too”?” Bruce asked. ”Like i said it’s ”none of your business” now go, i’m waiting for someone” you said looking around. ”Who?” Bruce questioned.

”I think he’s looking for me” a familiar voice spoke up from behind Bruce.

Bruce turned around and was met with Selina, you immediately ran past Bruce and in to your mother’s arms, as you were wrapped in a tight hug. ”Hi, my little kitten” Selina said lovingly in your embrace. ”Selina?” Bruce said suprised.

”Hi Bruce, it’s been a while” she greeted. You and your mom spent about an hour catching up on what the other had been up to, since you moved in with Bruce and the others and since she went on the run. Bruce stood silently and listened, not wanting to interrupt knowing how much you had missed your mom.

”Are you coming home soon?” you asked her hopefully. ”Not yet, they’re still on my tail but as soon as i can, you’ll be first to know, okay?” she explained. ”Okay” you uttered disappointed. ”Y/n, can you give me a moment to speak with your dad?” she asked. ”Sure” you said walking towards the parking lot of the gas station.

”You know, i’ve missed you too, Bruce” Selina said giving him a kiss on the cheek. ”I’ve missed you too, Silena” Bruce said warmly. ”So, how has he been behaving?” Selina asked referring to you. Bruce gave a slight smile and started ”Well…”.

”He’s secretive and tough, he steals from his siblings, he sneaks out without telling anyone, gets in to fights at school and somehow has decided he thinks Black Canary is cooler than me” Bruce explained. ”That’s my boy” Selina said proudly and quickly added ”Our boy”. Bruce smiled turned slightly saddened. ”I think he sees himself mostly as your boy” he said.

”That’s my fault” Selina admitted and continued ”I should’ve introduced him to you sooner and let him get to know his father before just leaving, but he loves you, i can tell”. ”How?” Bruce questioned. ”Otherwise he’d sneak out and not come back” Selina explained.

She and Bruce then walked up to you waiting on the gas station. ”I’ll need to get going soon, Bruce, can you go wait in the car” she said and walked towards you. Selina grabbed you and pulled you in to another tight hug. She then said softly ”Look Y/n, you need learn to trust your dad, i know he’s been gone for 13 years of your life and that was a bad choice on my part”.

”Don’t hold it against him that he wasn’t there for you, okay?” she finished and you nodded. ”Now run along your dad is waiting” she said and put her biking helmet on. She then started her bike and drove off. You went back to the Batmobile and sat down in the passenger seat.

”Sorry, i snuck out again, B-… Dad” you said, the word dad feeling strange in your mouth. ”It’s okay, Y/n, it was ”none of my business” after all” Bruce said jokingly and started the drive home. By the time you two got back to the manor you had fallen asleep resting your head against your dad’s shoulder.

[justsomerandom-nerd]

Gotham’s (2014) Villains

I think people fail to acknowledge just how good of an adaptation Gotham is. Like it takes a lot of creative liberties with certain characters and their backstories. But I love how they portray the villains.

It’s probably one of my favorite Batman interpretations and we don’t even get Batman until the last episode. I just think it has such interesting interpretations of characters and their origin stories. The Red Hood Gang? Penguin, The Riddler, Poison Ivy. Solomon Grundy!!!

We get to see these villains as children a lot too. The Joker, Jerome, is a teenager. I really loved how they tied his origin story to the circus, specifically Haley’s circus (I loved the Flying Grayson’s references). And while I know the joker changes to his brother, he was such an interesting interpretation.

Firefly is a scared little girl, abused, and forced into becoming a monster. She’s afraid of fire when we first meet her, but in the end it’s how she is freed. Because there was nobody to save her she had to do it herself.

Scarecrow, Johnathan Crane, is a boy who puts far too much trust into his father. And he becomes his father’s experiment, in an attempt to rid him of fear. He is a victim, his mind completely destroyed by his father’s experiments, because the police are too late to save him.

These two are literally my favorite interpretations of these characters, they’re just so heart wrenching. Because if they’d had a Batman, they wouldn’t be villains.

Silena Kyle in this show kinda reminds me of Jason Todd, a street kid, who gets mixed up with the wrong kind of crowd. Except Bruce saved Jason, made him Robin, but nobody could save Silena. Nobody really tried. She acts so much like an adult, is independent and dangerous, but she’s a child.

Poison Ivy, is just a scared little girl. When Gordon meets her, she’s so small and tiny, and the first thing we find out is she lives in an abusive home. And after her father is killed by police, after her abuser is killed, it doesn’t get better. She’s forced out onto the streets, alone, with nobody left to take care of her.

I think the reason it’s so good is because it’s not about Batman but about the people who needed Batman the most, the ones who needed to be saved but in the end, nobody came for them. The villains, the victims, and the heroes who came before him. The reason Gotham needed a hero. Because as much as Gordon fights it, the police are corrupt and outmatched. Because if they’d been a little faster, fast enough to save these kids, half of Gothams rogues wouldn’t exist.

[sageiii]

So this is Mishaaaa,

she's Selena Kyle's niece(Maggie's daughter) who was born out of this whole plot line I have in my au, but long story short Maggie gets unalived and Misha gets taken in by Selena when she's 8, a buncha stuff happens, and she becomes Ragdoll when she's 9 (against Selena's wishes). This takes place when Silena's been catwoman for about 8 years give or take.

[ariamuses]

complete muse list.

this is a collection of every character i have ever considered writing.  ALL ARE OPEN TO MEMES AND PLOTTING, they just may have varying degrees of interest from me at any given time.

television.

9th doctor,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎doctor who.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/they, asexual). 10th doctor,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎doctor who.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/they, asexual). 15th doctor,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎doctor who.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/they, asexual). abigail hobbs,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎nbc’s hannibal.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, lesbian). anna zhu,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the vampire diaries.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). annie january,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the boys.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). aria montgomery,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎pll.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). brooke maddox,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎mtv scream.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). cate dunlap,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎gen v.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). claudia de pointe du lac,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎amc’s iwtv.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, lesbian). daniel molloy,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎amc’s iwtv.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/him, bisexual). ed nygma,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎gotham.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/they, pansexual). elle greenaway,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎criminal minds.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). erica reyes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎teen wolf.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual ). gina porter,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hsmtmts.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). jackie taylor,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yellowjackets.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, lesbian). jason gideon,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎criminal minds.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/him, bisexual). jenny humphrey,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎gossip girl.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, demisexual). lola pacini,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎degrassi next class.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, pansexual). marie moreau,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎gen v.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, pansexual). meredith grey,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎grey’s anatomy.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). natalie scatorccio,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yellowjackets.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(they/she, bisexual). nell crain,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the haunting of hill house.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, heterosexual). quinn fabray,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎glee.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). rhiannon lewis,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sweetpea.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). rose tyler,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎doctor who.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, pansexual). sam evans (as spiderman),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎glee.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/him, pansexual). selina kyle,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎gotham.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/they, bisexual). shauna shipman,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yellowjackets.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). steven crain,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the haunting of hill house.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/him, heterosexual). suki,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎atla.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). vernon boyd,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎teen wolf.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/him, bisexual).

films.

elizabeth sparkle / sue,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the substance.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). elphaba thropp,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎wicked.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, pansexual). galinda arduenna upland,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎wicked.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, lesbian). gillian owens,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎practical magic.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, pansexual). obi wan kenobi,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎star wars.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/him, demisexual). padmé amidala,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎star wars.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/they, pansexual). satine,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎moulin rouge.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, pansexual). sophie piper,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎halloweentown.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her).

literature.

clint barton,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎marvel.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/him, pansexual). delly cartwright,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the hunger games.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, pansexual). lucy gray baird,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the hunger games.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/they, pansexual). luke castellan,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎percy jackson.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/him, bisexual). madge undersee,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the hunger games.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). peeta mellark,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the hunger games.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(he/him, pansexual). silena beauregard,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎percy jackson.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, pansexual).

video games.

alice liddell,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎alice madness returns.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, lesbian). victoria chase,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎life is strange.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, lesbian).

original.

agnes lee,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎original vampire.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, lesbian). anna “angel” dallas,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎original vampire.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, lesbian). ashlyn taylor,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎original twin witch.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/they, pansexual). audrey evans,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎original yellowjacket.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, lesbian). juliette king,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎original vigilante.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, pansexual). marley pace,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎original criminal minds agent.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). penny calico,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the hunger games.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, bisexual). victoria shein,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the hunger games.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she/her, lesbian).

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Bloodlines of the Red Hood

by Ashy_pride Jason Todd, Gotham’s Red Hood, is more than just the second Robin—he's also the son of the goddess Nemesis. After his resurrection in the Lazarus Pit, Jason struggles to balance his life as a vigilante with his godly heritage, a secret he keeps hidden from his family. As he battles Gotham’s criminal underworld, the power of his divine blood begins to surface, forcing him to confront a legacy he never wanted. Torn between his fractured relationship with the Batfamily and the darkness of his past, Jason must decide whether to embrace his heritage or continue his fight on his own terms. Words: 1094, Chapters: 1/34, Language: English Series: Part 1 of demigod batkids Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians (TV 2023), Percy Jackson & The Olympians (Movies), Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics), Red Hood: Outlaws - Patrick R. Young & Nico Bascuñan (Webcomic), Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Dick Grayson, Haley | Dick Grayson's Dog, Wally West, Bart Allen, Roy Harper, Lian Harper, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Kon-El | Conner Kent, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Bat-Cow (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred the Cat (DCU), Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Drew Tanaka, Charles Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, Nemesis (Percy Jackson) Relationships: Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Wally West, Roy Harper & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain, Jonathan Samuel Kent & Damian Wayne, Selina Kyle & Bruce Wayne, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Hazel Levesque/Frank Zhang, Jason Grace/Leo Valdez, Piper McLean/Drew Tanaka, Annabeth Chase & Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase & Jason Grace & Percy Jackson & Piper McLean & Reyna A. & Leo Valdez & Frank Zhang, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Good Sibling Jason Todd, Demigod Jason Todd, Child Of Nemesis Jason Todd, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Protective Jason Todd, Protective Bruce Wayne, Protective Dick Grayson, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Lazarus Pit Madness (DCU), Lazarus Pit Mad Jason Todd, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing via https://ift.tt/KL8Fgvw

[t4tails]

can batsies and kitties ACTUALLY be friends!?!? (showing you photos i keep in my wallet of bruce wayne and silena kyle)

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

Me: I am not a shipper. I hate shippers. Okay not hate but like… they do to much. Also me:

Adrienette: Adrian x Marinette: Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir

Marichat: Marinette x Chat Noir: MLB

Kyella: Kyle x Gabriella: Best Foot Forward

Alyino: Alya x Nino: MLB

Arinysus: Ariadne x Dionysus: Greek Mythos

Silenadorf: Silena x Beckendorf

Hadsephone: Hades x Persephone: Greek Mythos

Rayllum: Rayla x Callum: The Dragon Prince

Percabeth: Percy x Annabeth: PJO

Ladynoir: Ladybug x Chat Noir: MLB

My Best Friend x Whatever New girl He’s Dating Every 2 Weeks (God Save Us 🙏🏿)

Jordi (tiktoker) x Whatever boy she’s simping for

My mutual (she knows who she is 😉) x Whatever boy She’s Interested in: Im rooting for you girl ♥️

More Shall Be Added Cause I love Ships

[b-theshittyhuman]

i can do more than just ten.

... I need help

That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime (Tensura)

Shion

Shuna

Luminous Valentine

Hinata Sakaguchi

Shizue Izawa

Haruna

Carrera

Testarossa

Ultima

Milim

Rain

Misery

Chloe Aubert

Ramiris

Chronoa

My Hero Academia

Mina Ashido

Tsuyu Asui

Kyoka Jirou

Momo Yaoyarozu

Toru Hagakure

Camie Utsushimi

Nemuri Kayama

Rumi Usagiyama

Ryuko Tastuma

Himiko Toga

Ochaco Uraraka

Itsuka Kendo

Yui Kodai

Kinoko Komori

Ibara Shiozaki

Pony Tsunotori

Setsuna Tokage

Reiko Yanagi

DC

Dinah Laurel Lance (Black Canary)

Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy)

Harleen Frances Quinzel

Barbara Gordon

Selina Kyle

Diana Prince

Shayera Hol

Tatsu Yamashiro

Rachel Roth

Zatanna

Marvel

Natalia Alianovna Romanov

Wanda Maximoff

Jean Grey

Maria Hill

Gwen Stacy

Mary Jane Watson

Cindy Moon

Felicia Hardy

Pepper Pots

Janet Van Dyne

Pride & Prejudice

Jane Bennet

Elizabeth "Lizzie" Bennet

Mary Bennet

Catherine "Kitty" Bennet

Lydia Bennet

Georgiana Darcy

Charlotte Lucas

Lady Catherine de Bourgh

Riordanverse (PJO & HOO specifically since I haven't gotten past MOA)

Annabeth Chase

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano

Hazel Levesque

Piper McLean

Clarisse La Rue

Silena Beauregard

Sally Jackson

Thalia Grace

Calypso

Ella

Name ten female characters you like, you get zapped if it's jsut a male character you call a babygirl or other feminine nicknames because I can't see people calling Lestat coquette again

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