#so Jason left to go home (crime alley) and that's when he found out

[hattersrabbit]

LOVE, ME NORMALLY

yandere batfamily x neglected! rogue! reader | sfw

CW! female reader, meta reader, hurt comfort, manipulation, hurt no comfort, overprotective batfam, misunderstandings, miscommunication, Timothy 'Stalker' Drake, all PLATONIC relationships, reader is described with having hair, yandere aspects near the end (srry possibly part 2 lol)

Summary! You were always the normal one. Another one of Bruce's flings children, who hid you from him and he was distant despite grabbing you the moment you were known. You were normal until this terrifying power appeared. And now their acting like your loved when you finally leave.

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You had a relatively normal childhood. Just you and your hard working mother. A woman of high standing who would bring you to fancy balls and such.

Never had a father you realized at some point. You asked and never got an answer. Then death struck and your mother was gone.

Dead in the bed beside you. The one time you slept with her and hugged her because of a nightmare.

The media going wild when it was revealed that Bruce Wayne; the prince of Gotham had another child.

The man seemed to rush to your side. Icy blue eyes that were cold and dark as they laid eyes on your. Holding a kind hand out to you which you took hesitantly.

You had a father.

And when you arrived at the manor you lost your father once again. You showed your normalcy, and your siblings shared that same thought.

Normal is what you were. Too normal.

Duke, albeit the most sane of them all was distant. Holding a secret, and in fact they all were. Duke running out in the morning was suspicious to you.

Even in the mornings he seemingly ignored you. A quick wave of the hand that deemed to dismiss you than a greeting.

Your father was distant. He didn't come up really in the morning, and when you got home from school he wasn't around. At night he completely distant.

Duke was already in bed after dinner most times.

The entire family, your siblings were distant. Most turning a blind eye to you. There was always some kind of awareness to you guys. Almost like they didn't know how to talk to you.

It took some detective work but you grew to understand the secret that they held. The secret Alfred didn't share with you. A man who was kind but was just as distant.

Never in your god damn life ever expect everyone in the damn family to be Batman and Robin and former Robins.

Dick as the older brother was warm in the beginning. It almost seemed fake, and he was nice to you. He still is but once again; that theme of distance. He was always busy, and especially most of his attention stayed on Damian.

Robin as he was called was always irrational about your appearance at the manor. After all, he was supposed to be the only blood son. It was extremely hard talking to him, and he didn't make it easy with his hard attitude.

You'll give him that you guys shared a bright conversations about animals. He caught you sketching one time and he observed it. He hadnt said anything.

You have no idea if he liked it. He made no indication he liked it, so you only hoped.

Jason Todd seemed indifferent. He was rugged and beaten down by the Joker. You two were the farthest when it came to normalcy. You grew up in some luxury and new happiness. The Red Hood; him grew up in Crime Alley and died a violent death.

This disconnection proved to be both on your sides. Neither of you knew how to talk to one another.

Tim was...Weird. He observed you creepily, while nice and he was busy. He kept a sort of distance to not let you be suspicious which you did. Sometimes you would catch him swiftly walking past your room.

Odd, but you left it alone. Once again distance and wouldn't really allow you to ask him why he was being so weird with you.

Stephanie was some you found you could easily talk to, but there was unwillingness to share. She too grew up with a hard family life, while you had something good. If there's one thing you guys shared it was daddy issues, but that was all.

You were a simple girl that was a little in high standing thanks to your mother's job. Once again the distance to share was limited. Once more there wasn't anything to share.

She and Tim were close. So she too was looking at you albeit a little different now.

Cassandra was...you didn't know how to talk to her. She stare at you with blank eyes. Observing you in a less creepy way than Tim and annoying way (Steph).

Observing and seeing how uncomfortable she made you. Making an effort but once again there was a semblance to hide things from you. Like the past she's killed people before, and that scared you. She turned a new leaf and she was strong.

Her and Bruce's relationship in particular sparked a jealous mark in your chest. The want to be held and spoke to soft. Instead you got a father who didn't speak to you and was too busy too.

Everyone, even Alfred who cleaned up their messes, was too busy for you.

To you, no one noticed your sadness and eventual departure emotionally. No more tries in talking to them, or hanging out in the living room. No more trying to help out Alfred, and no more waves to Duke who was once again rushing to the basement.

You had no idea if they knew you knew. Did Alfred know that you knew? To you it wouldn't have made a difference because you'd only get in the way.

And this power you had was scary.

You're first kiss with a boy and you could have killed him.

In the hallway of the school. With no cameras and skipping class. With the one person you understood you; that being your boyfriend.

A man that didn't neglect you. Treated you like it was normal to be normal. Who wasn't a vigilante fighting people in the streets.

Hands on your hips and pulling you close. With a smile on your face you kissed him sweetly.

And then he went rigid. You couldn't pull away from him. Opening yours eyes you could seeing his skin becoming paler and sickly. Blue veins driving up his skin.

Almost as if glue was sticking you guys together. A rushing of power going through you and you couldn't stop it. It was nice being touched like this; but no. Not this way.

You pushed him away. Your back slamming into locker and he dropping to the floor. His expression blank and close to death. You couldn't help but scream.

Just as teachers were looking what happened you ran out of the school and to somewhere else entirely. You're whole body felt different. Faster and stronger than ever.

Using your sweater you tried to cover your body in the winter weather. Tears falling down your cheeks. Pulsing lips that ached with need.

You didn't know what would happen when you got home. What would they think? If they even cared? Duke was a meta, but he knew how to use your powers. This ability appeared out of nowhere.

If you touched them then you could kill them. You didn't want that at all even if your relationships were strained.

Using your phone you could see a white stream in your hair. Touching it you felt disoriented. Confused because what the hell was even happening to you.

A ding alerted you. A text from your father asking if you were at school. Missing from the school premise. Your blood ran cold at the reveal because what could you say.

You didn't answer and only made your way home.

A home that never really was a home to you.

You would leave because how else could you live. It was obvious touch was a no no. You could kill people and you didn't want that. You only hoped your boyfriend was alive.

God you pleaded that he lived.

You didn't go through the front door. Climbing in through the window was quite easy.

Grabbing gloves, and every piece of clothing that would cover you foot to toe. You felt hot and horrible. The breeze on your skin to never touch, nor would you touch anyone ever again.

No bare skin against anyone ever.

You heard the voices of Tim and Bruce talking frantically. Your heart shook wildly. Eyes looking between the door and the windows.

"He was found gasping for life! And she was missing from class." Tim's voice wasn't quiet. You held your breath trying to stabilize it. You didn't want to be caught.

You wondered why they suddenly cared.

Of course the first time you skip class is the moment their alarmed. Not sticking to your normalcy wasn't normal for you. You were supposed to be normal.

"You think she's a meta?" Bruce asked behind your door.

"More and more people are meta. Born to normal parents but end up having powers. I always felt an inkling about her, and her mother."

"Her mother?"

"She said she died beside her. Hugged her when they fell asleep, and in the morning she was dead. That's what [ ] reported. It's why I told everyone to keep sort of a distance. It could affect us, and her too."

You gasped and back on your mouth you clamped your hand down.

Tim knew?

He figured it out before you even knew. Looking at your hands you realized in horror that you killed your beloved mother. Tears welled up in your eyes.

Sure your power was terrifying but neglecting you in a way. Starved of connection and touch from your own family. It was bitter but you couldn't blame Tim from saying such a thing.

"They haven't found her. She read my text but hasn't texted back."

That's when you knew you needed to leave. Damn footsteps rang hard on the wood. Just as you swung a bag on your shoulder and out the window the door slammed open.

Tim and Bruce calling your name as you dropped from the windows. Tears in your eyes as you dropped to the ground and ran. Running far and away from this place.

They were right to stay away from you. It made so much sense. Waking up that morning feeling more refreshed than ever and then she was dead in the bed.

It was you that killed her. You could have killed your boyfriend that most likely didn't want you anymore. You could have killed all of them.

You didn't blame them.

Not at all.

You understood why.

School was over and the day was setting. Vigilantes were out and bout soon. The Batman would be upon you and you knew it.

They knew it.

They must have.

You were going to hide, even if it got you killed. A being of an ability that only killed people around you.

Never to touch anyone ever again.

The large screens in Gotham already altering of what happened at the school. Your face plastered on it along with your boyfriend.

He survived.

Feeling betrayed he said. Scared of you, and yet saying you were the sweetest girl ever to exist.

The entire Wayne Family underfire and continous questions about you. People calling for your arrest for almost killing an innocent boy. You didn't blame them, but the feel of a cold prison isn't something you wanted.

The manor was a cold prison. No love and affection from them. Afraid of you and this power.

You wondered what Duke felt about you. He was just as distant, yet being like you. However, his power wasn't destructive like you. The slightest touch from you would cause death.

You couldn't pull away anytime it happened.

Your strive for touch was a disease, and needed to be exempt from having such a luxury.

It was night.

You made yourself scarce. At least tried too, especially when your family were vigilantes; for the night belong to them.

"There she is!" You huffed as another goon from the Penguin tried to snuff you out. You knew it was a matter of time until they found you. No doubt Barbara was on top of making sure you were found.

Tim surely wasn't.

"Come quietly." The man spoke lowly. Catching sight how all of you was basically covered. Not a lick of skin other than your face. You're also toxic too. A mocking reminder of what led to this.

"You'll die if you touch me!" You scrambled to get away. Tears flowing out of your eyes. Anxiously looking around for your siblings, or your father.

"That's what we're counting on. Not me of course; but that you have the ability to destroy anyone. Poor girl, everyone's after you."

It was true. There was no one for you and no body to save you. You weren't to be cared for. In reality, you weren't supposed to have existed. Your mother having hid your existence from your father. Then this power appeared, and then he was the Batman.

There were plenty of reasons to not want you. A monster, and a weapon as this man said.

A tranquilizer gun in his hand. A foot on your stomach and holding you down. You struggled.

If you touched him then he'd go down. But you wouldn't be able to pull away and he would die. You didn't want him to die. Surely, yes using for you reasons that were dark, but you shared your father's beliefs in a way.

This power made you dangerous.

You couldn't go killing people.

Society of Gotham already didn't like you. Wishing for you to be taken away, probably Black Gate, and held prison. Such a dangerous simply by touch was horrifying for the public.

And you caused your family pain. They were being asked questions about you. Surely they knew nothing about you because of this power.

Maybe it would be better to end it here. Get the needle of the tranq deep in your neck. Maybe then you'll die and bleed out.

However, the goddess of life and or god of death weren't on your side. Light broke up the darkness. The foot crushing your stomach was gone.

The slam of metal meeting flesh was loud. Bright lights lowered and suddenly gloved hands were holding you. Immediately however your pushed them away. Rolling onto your stomach and on your feet.

Horror in your gut.

Signal and Black Bat right in front of you. Both eyes covered, and no mouth for Black Bat.

"[ ]." Signal, no, Duke spoke to you. A trembling voice. Watching how you backed yourself in the corner of the alley.

"Go away!" You pleaded. Pulling the scarf to cover your face more. Everything to cover you more. Feeling so claustrophobic in these clothes but people would die.

Cassandra and Duke would die if they touched you.

"We found her." Black Bat, or Cassandra. Her voice proved it. It was slightly shaky as she relayed that they have had you.

You were a danger, but the tone didn't make sense to you. Why? Why was it sad and concerned.

Why did Duke step forward without a care in the world. A bright light twinkling at his fingertips. Showing you, and yet you looked away.

"Get away from me-"

"I'm just like you, and I treated you terribly. Ignoring your waves, and above all not meeting you in solidarity." His voice was shaky. You didn't want to listen, because why did he care now.

There was a reason for the neglect, and it was because you were a monster. The slightest of touch could kill him. You didn't wish for that.

"Come home." A hand pulled at your jacket. Covered arms hugging you tightly. In horror, Damian hugging you. "Stop-"

"Never. Not until your home." Nightwing, Dick was smiling. You didn't like that smile. It was something else. "No one else will get you if you don't come home, now." You shook despite the fact his haunting eyes were covered by white lenses.

"Come home?! Why would I after all-"

"I'm sorry for that. I should have been more understanding. We all should have." Along side Red Hood was Red Robin. Jason and Tim looking at you. Feeling a stare.

"We all do, cutie." You jumped in Damian's tight hold. Spoiler, Stephanie poking your cheek with her gloved finger. "Oh, don't run away from us." She giggled behind her mask.

"The old man would be sad." Jason spoke lowly. "You wouldn't want that?"

"Yes exactly." Stephanie agreed. A sly look in those eyes of her. Sickeningly sweet, and toxic.

You blinked.

Yes, you would make Bruce sad. After all, he was your father that you longed to meet. He enthusiasticly picked you up, and then pulled away because of Tim's suggestion.

"It's Red Robin's fault." Damian own hands moving and playing with a strand of your hair. The white part of your hair. "How elegant, sister."

"Stop-"

"Stop what?" Dick giggled. "We're completely sorry for how we've treated you. Tim didn't expect you to find out so soon."

"Or the fact that your power manifested like that. Who knew some teenage hormones flared like that." Tim looked at you. It was familiar and it was still that creepy look. "I'm so sorry. I should have been more forceful with the research, but i couldn't defile your body by taking DNA. I couldn't do that while you were unconscious, especially when I wasn't exactly sure how your powers worked."

Dick's covered hands moved towards your face. You shook to get away but Damian, and Stephanie kept you close. Keeping you from getting away. The strength of yours that you newly gained made you able to twist your body.

"Oh no no. Don't run away from us." Your oldest brother cupped your face. "We're family, dear sister. I've lost too many of them to the darkness. We've all bounced back, and B would cry if you left."

"So come home." Cassandra begged quietly.

"Don't make Father wait, sister."

[sramoonlight]

Love of my life

What if Jason left something to be remember?

Content you’ll see here: weird timeline, separate stories from the comics, female!reader, mentions of death, mentions of pregnancy

English it’s not my first language so pelase be patient

It all started as childhood sweethearts, you were the daughter of a Bruce’s friend, one who always stayed at the manor and he was just his adoptive kid who would come out of his bedroom to play with the new girl

Until it started being a real friendship, Jason begged Bruce to be on your same school and when you were in the same class he was finally able to be with you all the time

By the end of middle school, you were already a thing, an innocent relation that moved to be something else

Jason loved you, he did since he saw you for the first time and all always will

You were the first person who knew his identity as Robin, you loved him, he could be him.

Everyone knew about your relation, there wasn’t a point of hiding it when Jason would carry your backpack and lead you to your next class and back in the Wayne manor you would always come home with him

Bruce liked that idea, a reason for Jason to be good and behave and for you father? He would accept it only because it would unify their companies.

It was a thing you loved, until it was over

When Jason died, all your life stopped like some kind of movie

You didn’t go out of bed, you didn’t eat, just drowning in your own tears like it could bring him back

It hurts you, every damn time

But you had to get up, you had to when suddenly your body started to feel nauseous, when your body ached for food more than anything and when you were throwing up nothing but your own saliva

You realized.

You always thought about having a life with Jason, probably once he retires from being Robin, the life you dreamed was one where you would adopt kids from the crime alley, live in a house on the woods and grow old

So, when you looked at the mirror admiring how your belly started to grow, life on it

You knew it, there was something Jason left for you to remember

It was an accident, you didn’t plan on getting a teen pregnancy but you can’t look mad about it, even you father found it amazing

The best came when you had to tell Bruce, his eyes red from crying shined the second you told him the news

If a man can cry when they don’t have any more tears left, that’s Bruce, because he felt into his knees hugging your abdomen like your life depended on it.

The next months you stayed in the Wayne manor, Bruce told you father since Jason can’t take responsibility he can and that means you’ll stay there until the pregnancy is over

He didn’t mind, because his company started growing since Wayne industries started working with them, a win-win.

Until the pregnancy was over, a kid with your eyes but with Jason’s face

Everyone loved him, your little child came to make everyone’s life shine bright like Jason sent him to make their pain go away, it didn’t, but they had to be strong for the little kid.

When the kid turned five you decided to leave Gotham, you love your city but Gotham isn’t a place for a kid to live, not when your family became wealthy enough to have bodyguards every place they went to

Five years after Jason’s death, you left everything behind

Jason hides small places because they remind him of the coffin he woke up in, he doesn’t like dirt on his nails because it reminds him the way he had to crawl outside of the hole he was trapped in.

There’s a lot of things he started to hate when he came back to life, he won’t tell he hates his family because that’s a lie, even if he fights Bruce he loves him

And a thing he loves, the girl that left town after his death like Gotham didn’t matter if he wasn’t on it, he never blame her for it, it’s Gotham after all

It’s too dangerous for a woman like her to live, he is almost happy to know she’s not here anymore, a small part of him cries at the thought but that’s the best.

That leads us here

— I heard (Reader) is coming back for the fifteen year anniversary celebration — Tim said, his fingers typing on the keyboard without looking up

Dick hummed, Jason was looking at Tim like he just said a big slur

— it’s been fifteen years already? Damn I’m old — He chuckled, Jason looked even more confused

Ah, right, your father’s company has a deal with Wayne’s

You coming back was a thing he would appreciate in silence, the opportunity to see you from the shadows and worship like some kind of goddess

His family looked like they didn’t care, Jason had to suppress his need to ask where you are staying just to see how you’ve been

You sure are a beautiful woman now, even if your young features aren’t there anymore you are going to be the gorgeous woman he will ever see

He left the room, he couldn’t hear the conversation between Damian and the rest of them

— When are we telling him? — the youngest questioned, his eyebrow raising as he looked for an answer

— Tell him what? — Dick tried to play it off

— That he was a son —

Immediately everyone got silent, Damian never had the chance to meet the little boy and that makes them all wonder how does he know

Probably a question they’ll never get an answer for.

— You know what B said, let them have their life without the Gotham shit —

A response Damian didn’t like, he hates when someone hides information from him and he certainly hides when he has something to do with that information, it isn’t a surprise he doesn’t like something like that for his league of assassins’ brother

He gets it the first years he came back, when the Lazarus pit’s madness was enough to make him forget who his loved ones were he wouldn’t complain about leaving such a big stimulation aside but now? He needs to know.

It was slow the way he enters the room, his hands behind his back as he sees Jason fixing something on the Batmobile, no one asked him to do it but he feels the right to do it.

Jason, a person who was always on guard heard his footsteps even if they were the most silent they could be

— Sorry little demon, I can’t train with you right now — He mumbled, his hands moving to take out a tire

Damian hummed making sure Jason knew he heard him, and his plan began

— I have information for you — Jason looked at him, just a simple glance noticing the way his eyes shined

A juicy one, god how he knows how to read that little demon, he’s still not sure if he wants to know

Maybe it’s just gossip, maybe something his siblings did and no one told him, but he sees it, how he can guess it’ll be a fight and he’s not on the mood for that

— I’ll pass —

— You’ll find this.. familiar — damn kid, he knows how to make him crave for information

He turned, his arms crossing against his chest as he looked at the young bat, he’s listening

— You have a child — he lets out a big snort, his cheeks turning red by the heat of the moment

He knows Damian says weird stuff all the time, and this is the worst he ever said

— I’m sorry kid, but I’ve only fucked with your mom and a girl who isn’t here — he turned to keep minding his business, Damian grumbled making Jason smile

He can guess how Damian is so mad for having the information wrong, that little demon doesn’t like when someone scams him, he would like to see-

— Does the name Jackson change your mind? — Jason world suddenly stopped

— Seriously Jay? — a girl laugh made his body feel in heaven, he was actually, only for his brain to know it because that sweet girl was on his arms.

— What? Jackson is a good name for a boy — He chuckled, his world getting better in every chuckle

— Im pretty sure Jackson is a last name — she looked like the way Jason talked about it was a dumb joke

— I like it, so, sorry our future kid will be named Jackson — he received a small slap on his

He doesn’t know why a memory that used to make him so happy now makes his heart ache, he can’t deny it, the only person who knew about his idea of naming a kid that way and the only person he slept with (even if he tells Damian otherwise) is that woman who makes his heart beat

— You should ask father about it — and that little demon left, his hands on his back like he didn’t just say a big thing.

Jason world was spinning, like everything just changed

He had a son? He can’t blame (Reader) for not telling him, she doesn’t even know he’s alive but Bruce? He knows, he can’t be working with her father and not know.

He looked at the batcomputer, no one was there to know he is doing something

And he found himself sitting down on the chair, he found himself typing her name

(Reader) Williams, daughter of Matthew Williams and mother of Jackson Peter Todd-Williams, her pregnancy was a scandal on the media and he can guess how hard it was for her

And she gave him his last name, his kid had his last name but he feels bad for not reading (Reader) Todd.

He can imagine it, a small kid with his eyes and her gorgeous face

Wait a second, how old is his kid?

Even if he tried, there is no pictures of him, like a sacred symbol he won’t be able to see if it isn’t with his own eyes, he gets it, the kid doesn’t have a media persona so he can grow without worrying about it

He sighed, there is no info of him.

— Jackson… — He mumbled reading the first article about her and his kid

Fifteen years ago.. fifteen years ago?!

His world started spinning again, does that mean he is a teenager? How long has he been away? He’s thirty, of course he didn’t plan to see a small kid but a teen?

He lost his first everything! He can feel himself groaning at the thought.

— Are you.. coming back to Gotham this weekend? — His finger caress the photo of his ex girlfriend

An old photo from her young ages, she’s already thirty like him but he can’t but feel enamored from his girl

— Love, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you and our beautiful child —

His heart aches, no, he yearns to see the love of his life again and even if he planned to be out of her life for her own safety

He can’t help how his body wants her back, the love of his life who didn’t changed even if he died

His one and only, the mother of his child

He can’t wait anymore.

[darkleysgarden]

"Jason was the violent Robin!" Uhhhh, no!

Jason was different than every single other Robin for one huge reason. He didn't choose to be Robin. Obviously, he jumped at the opportunity. But, it wasn't the same as Stephanie already being a vigilante or Dick being set on revenge or Tim who just straight up begged for the mantle. Jason wasn't like that, he was asked.

Jason was a street rat who had recently watched his mother die because of her drug addiction, his father was a criminal who skipped (and he later found out had died because of that field of work).

And what Bruce saw was potential where Jason saw an opportunity to have someone to care for him. Jason gained this father figure, becoming the first child Bruce adopted.

And Jason was overjoyed. He was happy. More than any other Batman-Robin duo, they were father and son. Jason quickly started referring to Bruce as his father, Bruce calling Jason son. To the degree that they even used those titles when working as Batman and Robin.

So, Jason was an extremely happy Robin. But, that isn't the extent of it. Jason's childhood never really left him. His whole life he had to fight to live. Survival of the fittest. And if someone moves to hurt him, or anyone who can't protect themselves. He sees reason to become the fittest. To become a fighter that eliminates anyone praying on the weaker. Because he was once the weaker.

And that's where the Felipe storyline comes in. Felipe was a r*pist and Jason wanted justice for the women he had hurt. And this is the spot where people say they can see the signs. The signs that Jason would become a killer of killers. Bruce told Jason not to go after Felipe alone. He did anyway. And Bruce went after him. He saw Felipe fall off a balcony, dying upon impact. But, then, he saw Jason on that same balcony. Making Bruce wonder if he really fell, or if Jason had pushed him. Bruce knew they had different views. Bruce thought people could be scared into not acting again. Yet, Jason thought, "What about the ones who aren't afraid?"

Jason says little to defend himself. Just saying he must have spooked Felipe, causing him to fall. We never find out if that's the truth.

Bruce now worries that maybe Jason's past wouldn't allow him to become a Robin he could have at his side. Jason was forced to take a break from being Robin.

During his break, Jason returned to his old neighborhood in Crime Alley. A friend of his deceased mother stops him and explains that she had saved some of his important documents and photos for him. Jason took the box of belongings back home and went through them. A lot of it had been damaged by water. Including his birth certificate. As smudged as it was, he was able to realize that his mother was not his biological mother. After some detective work, he narrowed it down to three women that could most likely be his mom.

Now here's where I hate it when he is portrayed as reckless. When Jason ventures to the Middle East to try and find his mom, he and Bruce check in with each other many times. And Bruce was in the area too, searching for the Joker.

He finds his mother, Sheila, in Ethiopia. They get along well. Bruce was even there for their meeting. And when Bruce needs to return to Batman work, he leaves the two to catch up.

It's unfair when Jason is portrayed as reckless in this moment too. He didn't go after the Joker on his own. He talks with his mom instead. Assuming she would become a permanent part of his life, he confesses that he is Robin. It's then that Sheila admits something too. She had been working for Joker. The Joker shows up and near instantly he starts to beat Jason with a crowbar. Sheila turns around and smokes a cigarette.

When Jason is on the brink of death, Joker stops. And says he can leave no witnesses. He ties Sheila up and sets a bomb. Then Joker leaves them alone. And with the last bit of life in him, Jason struggles to free Sheila from her binds. Sheila attempts to get the door open to save the both of them, but she is too late. They both died from the explosion.

So, this is to say. I do think calling Jason the 'happy Robin' is far more accurate than the 'violent Robin.' And I think that because, as you can see, he was never really unnecessarily violent or reckless. And it should be recognized that even the more violent acts, like Felipe allegedly, were not premeditated or extremely out there. Jason didn't want to hurt people just to hurt them. In his eyes, he saw it less as hurting this one person, and more as protecting many. That will stick with him. Yet, it becomes much more prominent after his death with the trauma and such. However, entire new can of worms.

It's also important to see scenes like this, where Jason encourages Bruce not to kill Joker. As Robin, Jason never set out to kill. That came much later. And even later, he sticks to morals.

Also, listen to him!!! Modern DC content, please stop pretending Sheila wasn't there and just making Jason go after Joker on his own. You're messing up the story.

Jason always saw the world differently than Bruce. Yet, he hardly acted on it until he was shown just how cruel the world really is. When he became the weaker that needed to be protected, and wasn't. And now, as an antihero, his goal is to stop anyone else from ending up in his situation, even if it takes killing those at the top. Trolley problem. Killing one may save thousands.

[ink3dpag3s]

Bruce isn't an only child

Thomas and Martha Wayne always wanted more children, always wanted to give their son another sibling or two, but that pregnancy was hard on Martha and left her unable to carry another child to term.

So, They went down other avenues, going through treatment after treatment until they had three viable embryos and enough samples from Thomas to ensure at least one of them held. The two elder Wayne's kept their future children in statis while they searched for a trustworthy surrogate when tragedy struck on that fateful night they were killed.

It wasn't until Bruce was nearing forty that he found out about the possible siblings in a way that shocked him and his entire family to the core; The clinic that was responsible for either holding onto them until someone could claim them or they were told to destroy them decided to sell the fertilized embryos instead.

Meanwhile, in Crime Alley, since Jason has yet to get back in contact with Bruce and his other siblings fully had found an abandoned baby with black hair, blue eyes, and a note asking anyone who found the kid to do what they could to take care of her since they couldn't do it anymore.

Queue the chaos...

Bruce & The rest of the Batfam: *Collectively losing their shit trying to figure out where the embryos went and if they had been used or not.*

Jason: *Trying to figure out how to get the baby to stay calm enough in order to get them back to his apartment without attracting any unwanted attention.*

Jason: *After getting home and putting his new daughter in a makeshift crib to sleep until he could aquire a proper one unaware that the child is technically his aunt.* Guess I'm a dad now, *Looking down at the sleeping infant and realizing the note never gave the babys name.* Sleep well... Elizabeth? *Nodding slightly.* Yeah, Elizabeth, that'll be your name. *Kissing his kids forehead lightly.* Sleep well Elizabeth.

[yandereforme]

Yan Jason x Joker’s Kid! Reader (Non-binary Reader)

You found out about your parentage when you were 16. Your mom, the woman who had raised you, had never indicated you weren’t her flesh and blood until that day.

Your mom had gone to school with Harley, and they had been close. They lost touch after a while, however, and didn’t see each other again until Harley was admitted to Arkham during her relationship with the Joker.

Harley hadn’t told anyone she was pregnant, and it was kept need to know. As far as most knew, she was being kept away from others due to illness.

When Harley gave birth, she asked your mom to raise you. Even though she was still somewhat blinded by her love for the Joker, she could still see that raising a kid with the Joker wasn’t a good idea.

Your mom was infertile, and had always wanted a kid. So, after that day, and after Harley was broken out of Arkham, your mom took you and left Arkham, only stopping to have a friend of hers forge papers making you her kid. Only five people knew about you, and her coworkers who helped deliver you died not long after, only leaving three to remember where you came from.

The reason your mom was telling you was because she had been diagnosed with an illness, and would require full time care in a facility, meaning you would have had to go into foster care, since your only ‘relative’ was your goon uncle, who would never be cleared to take care of you. She managed to sort out papers to emancipate you, but she knew that she couldn’t let you leave without his telling you the truth.

Fast forward to the Red Hood Era, you are a book shop owner, having inherited a building from your uncle when he died, and turned it into a bookshop, just on the edge of Crime Alley. You were known to offering homeless people jobs like delivering books or helping you stock shelves in exchange for food, money, clothes, and/or a place to sleep, depending on preference. Your good reputation with the street kids was what made Jason learn about you.

He decided to visit as Jason and make sure you didn’t have any nefarious purposes for your deeds. Not only do you two hit it off immediately, but you also care about the street kids, and aren’t taking advantage of their desperation.

Jason started visiting you every other day, often walking you home at night. He has a few of his men watch your house, and even has them make sure you get home safe when he can’t. However, he was still in heavy denial about his feelings….

Until the Joker Broke out of Arkham

Notes: In this au, the Batfam know Jason is Red Hood. Also, the Batfam will become yandere for you too, don’t worry. Probably won’t be posting much, I’m traveling a lot over the next couple weeks, but I will try. Let me know what you think!

[envysparkler]

Jason tucked himself deeper into his hoodie and tried not to shiver.  His fingers were numb around the tire iron, more from panic than the chill in the air, and he felt like he was being turned to ice, inch by painful inch.

He could still see the cold look on Johnny Six-Fingers’ face, the reek of tobacco, the ultimatum ringing through the air and echoing inside his head.

Jason had a debt to pay, and Six-Fingers had gotten tired of waiting.  Jason had one night to scrounge up two grand in cash, or he’d have to pay it off the usual way.  By standing on street corners.

Six-Fingers didn’t care that Jason was only twelve and didn’t have any way to get a real job.  He didn’t care that the money had all been funneled into the black hole of Jason’s mother’s hospital expenses.  He didn’t care that the money hadn’t even worked, that Jason’s mom had died, wasting away with every breath, and Jason was left with no parents, no home, and a debt to one of Crime Alley’s most infamous money-lenders and pimps.

He didn’t care that there was no way Jason could scramble together two grand in cash in one fucking night.

The wind was biting on his cheeks and Jason took a few deep breaths as his eyes prickled.  No.  No.  There—there had to be a way.  Jason wasn’t going to become a whore.  He’d find the two grand—he’d steal it if he had to, he wouldn’t become one of the empty-eyed men and women standing on the streets, lighting up to detach themselves from reality.

But it was late.  Very late.  No one was out on the streets this late at night, not when the Batman lurked.  Most people in Gotham had better sense than to get in the way of a prowling nightmare of darkness and claws, lest they end up as another bloody body in a gutter.

Jason unfortunately had to sacrifice sense for speed.  The one skill he was very good at was jacking tires, and they didn’t sell for much, but if he found a really good score, he could maybe bargain with Tony at the shop to get the two grand.  He’d owe Tony then, but the mechanic would let him pay it off by working at the shop.

It was a horrible plan.  It relied on Jason basically stumbling upon a pot of gold, and avoiding Gotham’s most infamous murderer while he was at it.  Jason was usually careful to jack tires during the day—if Batman ever caught him, Jason would be seeing his own insides.

At the moment, it was a risk he was willing to take.

It was going to be fine.  Everything was going to be fine.  He was going to find some tires, sell them, get Six-Fingers his money, and then maybe his mom would come back to life and tuck him into bed.  Jason exhaled harshly and tightened his fingers on the tire iron.

He needed to get the cash.

Crime Alley was quiet.  The pubs had closed an hour ago, which left no one on the streets.  There weren’t many cars here, and none of them had tires that would sell for more than a hundred bucks.  Jason was consciously aware of his heart pounding in his ears, like a ticking clock counting down his fate.

Tick tock.

He had to find something.

Tick tock.

He wouldn’t become a whore.  He wouldn’t.

Tick tock.

Please—he had to find something, please—

Tick tock.

He wanted his mom.  He wanted his dad.  He wanted someone, anyone, to tell him it was going to be okay.

Tick tock.

He wanted to find a car that was gleaming and dark and all tricked-up, with massive tires and novelty rims, and—oh shit, that was the Batmobile.

Fuck.  Everyone knew of Batman’s tank of a car, how easily he evaded police and gangs and everyone, blasting through Gotham like he owned the goddamn city.  And given that no one had been able to stop him even once in the last decade, he probably did.

Jason had already turned to flee before his mind caught up to his legs and reminded him that he hadn’t done anything illegal.  Yet.  Running would be suspicious.

He let himself casually ogle the car as he took inching steps backwards, his heart pounding so loud he was surprised it wasn’t echoing in the alley.  Every fraction of his attention was focused on listening for a whisper of a cape, or perhaps the hiss of claws scything through air, his tire iron clutched firmly to his chest.  He was going to get out of the alley calmly and carefully, and—and if Batman was prowling around Crime Alley, Jason’s chances of getting that two grand had just vanished, and he didn’t want to go back to Six Fingers, and—

Those…were nice tires.  Fancy tires.  The kind of tires that would totally be worth two grand.  No sane person would want anything to do with Batman’s tires, but Tony did work for the Families too, and some of them could be interested in trophies.

If Jason actually managed to get the tires off without being murdered or having a heart attack.

He didn’t want to.  He desperately didn’t want to.  But the choice was between Batman and Six-Fingers, and Batman wasn’t here.

“You can do this,” he whispered to himself, his fingers twisting on the tire iron.  Steady and careful.  Silent and quick.  “You have to do this.”

Jason checked one last time for shining claws and white eyes in the darkness, and got to work.

~#~

The combination of fear, dread, and panic helped Jason work faster than he ever had in his life.  He unscrewed the bolts, kicked the tires off, and rolled them to the next alley to hide them below a stack of cardboard.  It was going to be tricky to get them all the way to Tony’s shop, but first Jason had to get them off.  The minutes ticked by, agonizingly slow, as his fingers grew clammier and his breaths grew shorter.

The world had narrowed down to his numb fingers, the bolts, the tires, and his distressingly loud heartbeat.

Jason, working away at the third tire, didn’t realize he had company until he heard the low growl, right behind him—“What are you doing?”

Nerves strained to the breaking point, Jason reacted on instinct.  He jerked away from the tire, yanking the tire iron back with him, and shifted his grip as he spun and swung with the movement.

The tire iron crashed into a nightmare.

The nightmare staggered back with a grunt.

Jason allowed himself a split second to feel—oh no oh fuck oh no—before booking it.

There was a time to fight and a time to flee the fucking country, oh fuck, he attacked Batman, he was going to die, he didn’t want to die and the pulsing sound of his heartbeat was overridden by the too-loud sound of his shoes smacking against loose asphalt.  He didn’t hear Batman, but he hadn’t heard the monster before he spoke up, and there was no fucking way Jason was looking back to check what’d happened.

Run, screamed every cell in his body, run and hide, adrenaline coursing through him and narrowing his focus on the desperate effort to get away.

If Jason had been slightly less panicked, he might’ve remembered that this alley was a dead-end before he nearly brained himself smacking against the brick wall.

Run, everything inside him insisted, and Jason clawed at the wall in an attempt to climb it, but there were no handholds, nowhere he could jam his fingers and hoist himself up.  The chill down his spine grew to a sharp, vicious ache as the weight of silent regard grew heavier and heavier.

Jason stared blankly at the brick wall and felt his face begin to prickle.

He was going to die.  It wasn’t a theoretical.  Batman murdered criminals, everyone knew it, and no one could stop him.  Certainly no one would care if he murdered Jason.  Jason was dead, and every breath he took could be his last.

His face was wet, and he was trembling all over.  He felt curiously detached from his body, like he was in a dream, and when he blinked, the world went dark for a stretching moment.  He didn’t want to die.  He didn’t want it to hurt.  He desperately didn’t want to feel pain.

A footstep echoed right behind him.

“Please,” Jason’s voice said hollowly, the words spilling from his mouth without permission.  Everything was blurry.  “Make it quick.”

One punch of the claws through his back, and Batman could rip his heart out.  It would be done.  He couldn’t hear Batman move, but the presence behind him intensified, and the world retreated a little bit more when a gauntleted, clawed hand settled on his shoulder

A slash of razor-sharp metal through his throat would be equally fast.  Jason let himself be maneuvered, let the threatening grip turn him around, let cold and bloody claws tip his chin up to look at Death.

It was terrifying.  This was the last thing many people saw before they died.  A hulking outline of shadows looming above them, a full-face mask with pointed ears and glowing white eyes, red glinting ever so darkly against the black armor.

“What’s your name?” the growl ground out, distorted and echoey.  It sounded like what monsters in the closet were made of.

“Jason,” he forced out through trembling lips.  Dead boys had no need of names.  A fresh wave of prickling crawled across his face, and everything went blurry again.

“Where are your parents, Jason?”  Oh, Batman was really pissed.  Luckily, Jason had no family for the monster to take it out on.

“Dead.”

Something changed in Batman’s posture, a tightening that some instinctive part of Jason recognized as anger.  There was nowhere to hide though, no kitchen table to crawl under with a dog to wait out the rage, and Jason just cowered against the brick wall.

“Who do you live with?”

“N-no one,” Jason stuttered.  Batman was determined to vent his fury.  Well, a little voice spoke up in his head, you did steal his tires.  What did you expect?

Batman was silent for a stretching moment, studying him.  Jason waited for his verdict, shivering despite his hoodie, cold with more than just the wind.  When Batman spoke, it was worse than all the horrible things Jason was imagining.

“I will take you to a social worker,” intoned the low growl, and Jason felt a new kind of terror rush through his veins.

“No,” he said automatically, his mind screaming in horror—at least with Six-Fingers he would just be a whore, he wouldn’t be a pet, he wouldn’t be owned—“Please—please don’t—”

“Jason—”

Jason was aware that he was interrupting, aware that this was Batman he was arguing with, but Jason was dead anyway, what more did he have to lose?  “Please,” he begged, dropping to his knees to plead for any mercy this nightmare possessed, “Please, just—just kill me, please, don’t—don’t give me to the traffickers, please, I’ll do anything.”  Jason had to break off to shudder through a sob, but before he could resume begging, Batman was moving.

The Terror of Gotham knelt in front of him to look Jason in the eyes.  The shock was enough to startle Jason into silence.

“Jason, I’m not going to kill you,” the growling voice said, “And I’m certainly not going to give you to traffickers.”

Jason…couldn’t tell which one of those was the lie.

“I know of a trusted foster parent that would give you a safe place to stay while I look into these traffickers,” Batman’s voice rang out firmly, “Would you like to stay with him?”

No, Jason would very much not like to stay with a buddy of Batman’s.  It was a trap, that much was obvious, but Jason had no choice but to walk straight into it.  This was Batman.

Jason nodded meekly, and took Batman’s proffered claw-tipped hand—slick with drying blood—to be pulled up to his feet.  “You can wait in the car while I put the tires back on,” Batman said, opening the door to reveal the darkened interior.

Jason wanted to protest, wanted to take his chances to run at the opposite end of the alley, wanted to wheedle his way into getting the tires himself so he could escape, but those glowing white eyes had transfixed him, and Jason’s fingers were sticky with someone’s blood, and he didn’t feel up to arguing.

He silently got in the car.  The tears didn’t stop.

[birthright-syndrome]

fixation (part 2)

part one

Jason kills a trafficker and thinks about what home means to him. Gotham is cold and hard... but anything is worth it if he can come home to you.

gn reader x roommate jason todd

i wrote this all in one go and it is NOT beta read so please be patient with me. sorry for taking so long to update it will happen again (i'm trying)

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Jason laid unseen on a wet, lonely roof in Gotham. He gazed down the scope of his rifle at his where his target, a human trafficker who dealt in illicit, often laced drugs, would soon be conducting a “business meeting.” This was work even he'd rather leave to the GCPD, but in Gotham, the law wouldn't touch those who could pay the bribes, even after Commissioner Gordon’s recent purge of the police force.

…this tarp definitely had a hole in it. Cold rain dripped down the side of his neck, raising a path of goosebumps down his spine and reminding him why he preferred tactical strikes to protracted stakeouts such as these. In theory, they were fine, and he knew they were smart, but in practice, they left him far too much time to think. In the boundless, loud silence of downpour and late-night city streets, his mind turned to the warmth of the home he shared with you.

There was an emptiness, a hollowness to Gotham in the rain, and on nights like tonight, where the outside world offered no solace, Jason often found himself trailing back home with a lost look in his eyes. Home was a luxury he hadn't long been afforded, but on hazy nights like tonight, he felt more sure than ever that you must be home. You were something he couldn't lose, a singular point of stability and ease in a life of risk and retribution.

When he sat next to you on the couch, when you stitched him up, when you made pancakes for late mornings and swapped dog-eared and well-annotated books, Jason felt the fear and anger that clawed at his ribs dissipate. You gave him color in a world that had too long been without it. The concrete rooftop seemed to stretch out in all directions, an infinite, empty plane. Gray. Gotham was gray. Even the people seemed gray, washed out by a lifetime of Gotham-typical misery. You were different--yellows and blues, greens and pinks, lovely pastels and watercolors. You were vibrant in a desaturated world.

Once, he'd been colorful too, beautiful and shining. You made him feel bright again, made him hope that someday laughter would come easily again.

He narrowed his eyes, snapped out of his trance by the entrance of the trafficker he'd been waiting for. He was glassy-eyed and rail-thin, with hands like bones and thinning brown hair combed in an attempt to feign youth. His face pinched uncomfortably when he smiled, saying something to a subordinate Jason couldn't hear. He waited, hands stilling, as cold precision overtook him. It was silent. And then glass shattered, screams rung out, and Jason painted Gotham's gray night red. Red. Jason was red.

He soaked ghostly Gotham in terrible ruby, stained Crime Alley crimson. Red Hood worked in monotone red so that Jason could live a colorful life with you. 

With an exhale he was back in motion, abandoning the tarp and dropping down the fire escape before the trafficker's subordinates could chase him down. He ran, breathing in the rain-saturated air. Not so gray now. Crime Alley lit up with panicked yells, boots slamming against pavement, even a gunshot towards where he'd stood a minute before. He flew, steps ahead of it all. One leg swung over his motorcycle, and then he was untouchable, a streak of red through the streets. 

Eventually, he slowed, having lost any clinging security for the dead dealer. He stopped a mugging, checked his usual patrol sites, but in his mind, tonight's work was already done. He could go home to you.

And that he did, though today he was kind enough to at least knock on the window before he pried his way in.

"Miss me?" He asked, grinning. It was warm and dry inside, and you were sprawled out on the couch in your most comfortable pajamas, flipping through a novel. You were always beautiful, but he liked you best peaceful and warm. 

"Very much so. How'd the stakeout go? I left the soup simmering, so it's still hot," you responded, not looking up. "You're sopping wet. Don't drip all over the living room, please." He only laughed, shaking his head like a wet dog, scattering fine drops of rain.

"Shit, you made spring soup? Smells delicious. Just what I need on a night like tonight," he proclaimed, already soaking your rug. He bent over the counter, eagerly pouring himself a brimming bowl of soup.

"Made bread for the week, too. To your left." You glanced up. He sighed, breathing in the scent of fresh bread and hot soup. He still hadn't gotten used to homemade food, to eating his fill every day, and what a wonderful thing it was.

"You're the best. I mean that. This is why I do it," he mumbled through a mouthful of bread. The cushions under you depressed, his enormous frame sinking into the couch next to you. Conversation waxed and waned, talking about meaningless things. You looked up at him, and were surprised to note the strangely intense expression he had, his eyes fixed on you as though you had your own gravitational field.

Suddenly, words evaded you, and your chatter came to a fumbling halt. He cocked his head, but that earnest look didn't fade. Surrounded by your colorful home, sitting next to you, eating homemade food, he felt... comfortable, free.

He couldn't let this get away from him. Somehow, he had to stretch these moments into infinity. Somewhere along the line, he'd found something he couldn't lose, and he had to hold onto it with both hands. You, of course, heard none of this resolution, but saw all of it in the almost reverent fascination that crossed his oft-dark face.

"Uh," you mumbled intelligently. The moment of total suspension ended, and he chuckled.

"Exactly what I thought." He poked your side, raising an eyebrow. "Must be getting late. Every night, you stay up 'til even Batman's getting tired--I've got no right to keep you up any longer."

Soon enough, he was practically herding you to bed. His hand was light on your shoulder, but it was there. He stopped at your bedroom door. "I'll turn the stove off and put everything away. Get some sleep."

As you shut your lights off and drew your covers around yourself, you found yourself wondering how many other times you'd missed that strange, intense expression, wondering what it meant. Sometimes Jason was hard to read.

He hummed peacefully as he washed the dishes, shut the stove off, wrapped the bread. It was comfortingly domestic--his home, he thought with pride and satisfaction.

Jason had never had something for himself, so surely it was all right to keep you. With all the horrors outside, surely it was all right to have someone to come home to.

[jessilynallendilla]

DPXDC KID DANNY FIC REC

TITLE/LI NK RATING COMPLETED-WORD-COUNT SERIES

DP FIC REC HOME POST

let me know if the links aren't working and feel free to suggest any

KID DANNY 

Eldritch Toddler  T 7,466 SERIES 

Bruce is not prepared for when John Constantine hands over a young boy who has been de-aged. While Constantine goes off in search of the one responsible, Bruce and his family are left to care for the child. Danny is a sweet kid, he isn't fussy either! This should be fine. They quickly learn to take Constantine's warnings seriously. 

I Found Him, He's Mine Now  G 1,810 SERIES 

Damian finds Danny alone in the park waiting for his (imaginary) dog with no parents in sight. That level of negligence is unacceptable and if he has to be this boy's guardian then so be it. 

Mother Of The Storms And Her Star Child  T 

After an accident leaves everyone Danny has ever known dead, and clockwork injured. He brings a now younger Danny to an old friend. His old pal has the perfect place for him amongst her other wards. But Danny is scared and scarred, can the bat fam trace down the young boys origins? Leave it to the family of detectives. 

Danny Finding A Family In The Shape Of A Bat  NR 

Clockwork sends Danny to alt dimension de-aged and injured after the reveal goes bad. Clockwork had a plan and lets Danny know so he can get set in this new world where being a hero is an actual job, and sliding Danny where he needs to be to gain an actual childhood and training. Bruce finds another blood child he didn't know about. 

So You Suddenly Found Yourself The Father Of A Ghost Child....  G SERIES 

Timothy Drake-Wayne would have it known that he did not get infected by Bruce's adoption problem. The kid hanging off of his coat just followed him home. 

Cut Out The Middleman  G 973 SERIES 

Alfred adopts himself a grandchild. 

(Un)Dead Beat Dad  NR 

Danny finally escaped his parents, and in his muddled thought process, went to see his mentor, clockwork. Clockwork, however, had no clue what to do and took Danny to his dear old friend, Gotham. Going along with this game of halfa telephone, Gotham took the now six-year-old boy to her most trustworthy knight. 

It Takes A Mob  NR 8,402 SERIES 

Bill didn't ask for a lot from life. A roof over his head and a job to the pay the rent.  He spent a lot of his adult life being the punching bag of a bunch of furries and has had every single bone in his leg removed on more than one occasion. That being said he wasn't a dumbass. He knew how to read a room and was smart enough to Know when the odds had changed. It's this reason that Bill has found himself in the possession of one tiny Meta in the city known for a strict rule against them. God, Bill should've never left the Goonion. 

Gotham's Youngest Ghost  NR 

Somewhere in Gotham, a small child finds themself alone and lost on the streets of Crime Alley. Nearby, a liminally-challenged vigilante has no idea his life is about to be turned upside down. Again. This is all Clockwork's fault, Danny is sure of it. 

My Boy, My Son  G 18,210 SERIES 

In desperate need of a vacation, Danny has Clockwork turn him into a five year old so that he can have the childhood he never got. Soon, five year old Danny finds himself running wild in Gotham only to be kidnapped by some weird teenager in a costume who decides that Danny is going to be his son. What's Danny to do but accept this new weird guy as his new dad and become a super cool crime fighting vigilante with his new adopted family who have no clue he's a two thousand year old ghost king? 

Uncanny  G 

Jim Gordon sees a boy walk down Park Row. A boy that looks exactly identical to a tiny and terrified kid that he pulled into his arms and comforted after his parents died so many years ago. 

Don't Leave Me In The Dark  NR SERIES 

What's Jason supposed to do when he comes home one night to find a crying child with only one arm, and Lazarus Pit green eyes, wiping their own blood up from his apartment floor? The answer is probably not, "Adopt them.", but, hey, he's never had the best plans and the kid looks like he weighs five pounds soaking wet. (Danny can't remember how old he is - he remembers being sixteen, but he remembers being six even clearer - just that the last thing in his head is someone rooting around his intestines and telling him he's a fascinating specimen.) 

Sunshine  T 2,826 SERIES 

Dick finds a pair of young children outside in the cold. He takes them in as his own. Soon Jazz starts showing worrying signs. 

The Son Of The Red Hood  T 

Clockwork intervenes in Danny's life so that he can learn all he needs to be king of the Infinite Realms, and hopefully this time he can actually be loved and cared for the way he deserves. 

It's Strong, And It's Sudden, And It's Cruel Sometimes (But It Might Just Save Your Life)  T 1,404 SERIES 

[Attempt number-one-hundred had been successful.] When Dan woke up, his very first thought was his usual: ‘Goddamn son of a fucking bitch.’ That was when he realized that he didn’t say it out loud. 

A Ghostling's Second Chance  T 

Due to a problem concerning ghosts, undead, and the reliving happening in lady Gotham's city, she asked for help from her dear friend Clockwork. one thing leads to the other and now team phantom must help the bats with cults, owls, talons, LoA, and... apparently being known as teen dads??? Team phantom also has to deal with being de-aged, good thing that half of them can pass as old beings who can be tracked back to the roman empire, or is the Egyptian empire older?? 

Alfred And The Tiny Attic Squatters  G   

Alfred discovers four tiny squatters hiding in the attic and spends a number of days coaxing them out while keeping Bruce and the rest of the family from imploding after they discover that Damian is not his only child.  It only gets more chaotic when they discover other relations and that the children may be involved in many of the unexplained events going on around Gotham. Jazz just wants to punch Clockwork in the throat for de-aging them and dropping them in a alternate dimension where she is getting targeted by a combat furry crime boss and his bird-themed minions, several of who seemed to have developed a obsession with her that is giving her strong Vlad vibes. 

The Joys Of Fatherhood  T SERIES 

He'd never expected this. It was a complete shock. But he was going to do this right, he was going to be the best dad ever to this precious little boy. His adorable little bird. 

A Second Life  G 159,219 SERIES 

He wakes up with no memories. He knows things, but he doesn’t know why. Who is he? And how did he get here? 

Baby Catastrophe (Literally)  T 

Everyone knows babies exist. Only a few know that Jason has a baby. And none of them know that said baby is a de-aged Ghost King with no survival instincts. 

Imprint  T 

He screwed his eyes shut, held his breath, desperately wished that he was back in his safehouse, alone and blissfully unaware. But the weight in his hands remained, and when he opened his eyes, it was to the bean-shaped 'fuck you' the Lazarus Pit had kindly bestowed upon him, arms and legs folded up against his front beneath off-white muslin while tiny lips smacked softly. What the fuck. What the hell was Jason supposed to do now? 

Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away   T SERIES 

After escaping from the GIW, Danny crash lands in Gotham. He's six years old, his entire life has burned behind him, and one of the Gotham vigilantes is running around with a stifled Core. What's a kid to do? A Jason Adopts Danny fic featuring De-aged!Danny, family feels, and Jason's Grand Master Plan going completely off the rails. 

Dick Grayson V Gotham  T 

It's taken months, but Dick Grayson was finally able to foster Danny Smith, the kid who kept showing up to crime scenes and solving murders. But after reporters learn about Danny's existence, Dick returns to Gotham to wait out the media storm. Fortunately, Bruce is allowing him to help on this new Red Hood case. Danny's not supposed to be here. Not in this dimension, not in this kid body, not without his powers. For the last year, he's made the most of it and even developed a reputation of being a medium detective. But now, his foster dad is taking him to Gotham, where threats new and old challenge the stability he's found. 

Raising Phantom  T SERIES 

Jasmine started working at Gotham's Public Library, while having to take care of her baby brother and going to college. Danny is frustrated at having to be in hiding as well as everything else poor in his life. Also there is something off about the man that comes in to check books out. His family included. Batfamily playing a game to figure out these two's life only for things to get serious quickly. 

The Boy King And The Dark Knights  T SERIES 

Daniel Fenton may be dead, but he wasn’t suicidal. Unfortunately, avoiding Batman and his vigilantes get a lot harder when he’s stuck in a seven year olds body in Gotham. Clockwork so owes him for this. In which Danny Fenton fixes a broken family, grows a bit as a person, and makes another technically-dead friend. Not exactly in that order. 

To Become Blue-Blooded T

Bruce Wayne was named Prince of Gotham for decades. He didn’t though about it much. The Wayne family being called the royal family of America, or the Bat family having great influence and prestige in the superheroes community was just another type of fame, of prestige, sometimes a tool but more of an annoyance. Danny Fenton knew the weight of the Infinite Realms’ Throne. It was the type of power that reached everything around you and changed all your ties in life and death. He took the smart decision when he refused. But the Realms needed a Monarch. And so Daniel existed.

[justanothervigalanty]

Jason and his girls

Age: y/n’s age (20) Jason’s age (21) Madeline’s age (5)

Characters:y/n m/n L/n , Jason Peter Todd and Madeleine/Maz Richard Todd 

info: you found out you were pregnant the day Jason died. You were so excited to tell him but then Bruce broke the news, Jason was dead only dick new about your and Jason’s little girl, Madeleine Richard Todd.

“Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home mama!” You heard your young 5 year old daughter say. “Maz honey we talked about this your father only comes for one week every other month, he was here last month baby” you said sitting up in bed. “No I promise I saw him come on!” She said dragging you out off bed with her two little hands. “Come on mama! Look it’s daddy!” She said pointing to the window. “Oh my god” you said seeing your boyfriend waving to you from the apartment opposite you. Maz opened the window and climbed out to the fire escape. “Madeline Todd you get back here right now!” You said as your daughter waved to her father. With that Jason used a grathaling hook and threw it to your fire escape and jumped over. “Hay mazie!” He said picking her up and bringing he back inside. “Jesus Christ maz don’t do that!” You said take in her in your arms. “Jace what’s wrong?” You said seeing the worried look on his face. “We need to go now” he said “pack all your things we need to leave!” He said grabbing some of maz’s things. “What jason what is going on!?” You said Jason’s hands were shaking as he grabbed his and some of maz’s things. “Maz hon go to your room and grab some clothes and your blanket.” She of course listens to her father which left you shocked she’s normally more stubborn than him! “Y/n were in danger we all are! The joker he’s targeted you, me and madeleine I need to get you both out of crime alley now!”  He said you just nodded and went to grab your bags. When you all finished packing you grabbed an old car seat and left your apartment, forever, your first home that you had raised your daughter in were you had marked her growing you would never see it again. “Babe? You ok?” You herd Jason say holding your hand. “I raised her in there. Since I was 16 we moved in on her first birthday dick helped pay and got some furniture for us and before you started visiting she would bang on the window every time see saw the red hood fighting some criminals and as she got more active she started running around hiding under tables holding her hands like a gun shouting boom at me.” You said trying to hold back tears by wiping your eyes “hay, hay don’t cry. I got you we all do. I know first homes are the hardest to leave behind.” Jason said hugging you “come on I called dick he’s driving us to the manor” 

you all went down stairs to see dick standing by his car. And helped you load it in before Jason and him got into a very quiet argument about who was driving (dick won). As you were on the road you whispered in Jason’s ear “you haven’t told Bruce yet have you?” 

“About what- oh yeah crap he has no idea.” He replied dick over herd and started laughing his butt off. “You mean Bruce has no idea you are a father to a freaking 5 year old!” He laughed “who is buse?” You herd your young daughter say “you haven’t even told her about him! God I question your parenting skills!” He said still laughing “can you shut up!” Jason said “no bad words Jason Todd!” Madeleine said giggling “hay is daddy or dad to you!” Jason said ruffling her hair “what? Mama called you that when she was shouting on the phone!” She said “she also said the b word” she added “no bad words miss Todd!” Dick said “not married!” You and Jason said at the same time. But then you arrived Wayne manor. You hadn’t been here in 6 years and god had it changed. But the worst thing was Bruce and Damian outside practicing hand to hand combat. Jason took a deep breath and when’t out to grab maz “umm nope we don’t need another robin no thank you!” Damian said seeing Jason and his niece (not that he knew). “She is not going to end up a robin! It’s stupid dangerous and dumb!” Jason said back “wait y/n?” Bruce said surprised to see you “god you look well different um when did I last see you?” 

“At Jason’s grave. I was 15. I told you I was leaving and not coming back.” You replied “well here she is!” Dick said closeting his door “Todd who is the child?” Damian asked unwrapping his hands. “Oh yeah Bruce there’s something I need to tell you. But can we go inside first?”jason said handing Madeline to dick. 

You and Jason were sat opposite Bruce. You were staring at the floor and Jason was figiting with his hands. “So what is this about? And who is the kid?” Bruce asked “That’s the thing, umm Bruce the girl is my daughter…” you said quietly but loud enough for Bruce to hear. “So you have been playing step-dad? Bruce laughed a bit to which Jason replied with a nervous chuckle. “No well she’s umm my kid like I am her dad and not like “oh yea I love her like my own kid” no as in half of her DNA is from me” Jason replied. “Ho wow umm ok well she looks a lot older than 2 or 3. That how long Jason had been coming over right?” Bruce said calmer then expected “well Bruce she’s kinda…5 years old…” the room fall silent. Bruce just covered his face in his hands. “So correct me if I’m wrong but if I am not mistaken y/n must off had her at-omg…”Bruce said realising “you got a girl pregnant at 16 and you got pregnant at 15…Jason .” Bruce said trying to stay calm. For the first time Jason actually looked kinda nervous. “Umm yeah Bruce?” “You where having sex at 16!” Bruce said through his teeth. “We were 14” you whispered after Jason put his hand over your mouth you stopped talking . “Ok what did you both call her?” Bruce asked “ho well I named her Madeline but Jason had always liked the name and plus he though up most her nicknames” you said not knowing how Bruce react to this. “Madeline or maz Richard Todd”

[shaddork]

The Star that Wouldn't Die - Chapter 8

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

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Summary:

Jason's mother disappears, an eviction notice appears

Word Count: 2,259

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Nine Years Ago

` Jasons’ mother had disappeared and you only found out a month after. You hadn’t even noticed if Jason had been acting strange. Sure, he’d been eating with you and your mother frequently, but that wasn’t uncommon. Not when afterwards you got to read comic books and discuss the books that you’d been making your way through after eating. 

He’d still been waiting for you in the mornings so that you could go to school together, and then he’d come home with you. Chattering the entire time, the same smile as usual gracing his face. There was no reason for you to think that anything was unusual. Everything seemed normal.  As normal as two best friends living in the bowery could be at least. There wasn’t any running to the local park in the middle of the day to play, not when that was more dangerous than anything else. 

Jason was still bringing new books and comic books for the two of your to read. Whenever you asked how he got his hands on so many of them so quickly, he just grinned and put a finger over his lips, “It’s a secret.” You didn’t question it further than that. He was bringing you new reading material, and that was all that you needed to know. On occasion he’d even have new pencils and erasers for you. 

You were happy, life was good. Your mother took care of you, took you and Jason to school, you got to play with Jason an almost endless amount, Sammy you saw at school, and sometimes you even got to go over to his house with Jason so you could all pile on to his trampoline and play games. 

That was until Jason showed up at your bedroom window late one night. Not odd. What was odd was the fact he was crying. Crying so hard it was almost violent. Fat tears streaming down his face and leaving trails in their wake. Hands clutching a piece of paper in his fist like it was the most important thing in the world at the moment. No other sight could have woken you up so quickly. 

Not when you’d vowed to yourself that you’d do anything in your power to ensure that he was grinning at all times. He lit up the whole room when he smiled, the world felt light when it was directed at you. Something was wrong, and you needed to do whatever you could to fix it. 

The window practically flew open, it was still rusted and difficult to get up, but once it had been pried open enough that Jason could fit his fingers underneath the glass, he was pushing it upward with more force than you’d ever seen him put into opening the window. 

No permission was attained before Jason was stumbling into your bedroom, one clumsy limb following the other until he was inside, and crashing into your bed without bothering to pull the window shut behind him. Something he was normally so conscious of doing. He buried his face into your pillow, pressing it close against his mouth and nose, hiding his eyes with his arms. He was still crying, even muffled as it was through the pillow, it was still audible. 

He’d been crying the night that you met him, but it hadn’t been like this. No, even though his body had been shaking then, that was from an effort to keep himself quiet. This was something that you’d never seen, not on Jason. A deep grief that didn’t make sense. Why would he be crying like this?

“Jason, what’s wrong?”

Jason doesn’t respond, but he does lift one arm up and throw the crumpled piece of paper he’d been clutching in his fist at you. 

You didn’t manage to catch it, but after picking it up from the ground, it was obvious what it was. Any kid living in Crime Alley knew what it was. You’d seen it many times, plastered on people's doors before they were kicked out from their homes for some reason unknown to you. All you knew was that an eviction notice meant that whoever lived there would be gone soon, and after they left you never saw them again. 

The thought of never seeing Jason again was painful. IN reality, you hadn’t known him that long, only a year. But to a child a year was a long time. A year was long enough that you couldn’t picture your life without Jason, not anymore. You couldn’t imagine not meeting to read together, draw together, just generally play together. 

“Jason…” It wasn’t often that you were at a loss for words. People were constantly calling you a verbose kid, able to talk for hours even if nobody was responding to you. Instead of finding anything to say to him, you moved into bed next to him and laid your head onto his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and hugging him as best you could with the way he was clutching your pillow and sobbing into it. 

The position wasn’t comfortable, but it didn’t matter. He needed comfort, and you didn’t have the words, so hugging him was the best that you could offer. Wrapping your body around him like a security blanket, you’d stay like that for as long as he needed, even if it was well after the sun rose. 

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, but Jason did eventually move his chin on top of the pillow, and sniffled twice before speaking. His voice was raw and cracking from how much and hard he’d been crying. Voice unsteady and unstable. “Mom’s gone. The apartment is empty and I don’t know what to do.” 

You still didn’t know what to say, wrapping your arms around his shoulders tighter, pressing your body closer to his. Your life wasn’t perfect by any means, not even close. You were well aware there were other kids who had better lives, hell Sammy had a better life than you. A better living situation where the windows weren’t rusted so badly they barely opened, walls that had paint chipping off them and water damage on the ceilings. Nut this? You’d never been evicted from a home, your mother had never gone missing with no explanation. You’d never been left alone the way that he was now. 

“She disappears sometimes…but she always comes back eventually. She’s never been gone this long. And- and” A hiccup, and more sniffling. Tears still streamed down his face, even if he was trying to talk through them. Trying to tell you what was going on. “They’re not gonna let me stay in the apartment without her. I don’t know what to do.”

If he needed a place to stay, you’d offer sharing your room without a second thought. You had no problem sharing a room with him, you already practically did. He’d never actually slept over, but he spent so much time in your room that it really wouldn’t be that different to you. But would your mother approve? You doubted it. Even when you asked if Jason could stay over for the night for a sleepover in the past, she’d always told you no. No matter how much you and Jason tried to convince her. 

Wait. 

Your mom. 

She wouldn’t be awake for several hours, but there wasn’t any harm in letting him stay for the rest of the night, right? You could ask her what to do in the morning. Maybe she’d know how to solve the situation. Maybe she could stop Jason from getting kicked out of the apartment, and then you wouldn’t have to lose him as a friend. 

“We can ask mom in the morning, see if she knows what to do?You can stay here for the night at least.” 

Several more sniffles, and a nod. “Okay.” 

Offering to read some comic books didn’t seem like the right thing to do right now. You didn’t know what the right thing to do was. But you doubted that it was that. So instead you moved from hugging him, to laying down next to him. You only had one pillow, but he seemed like he needed it more at the moment. 

So you let him have it, laying down next to him until eventually the both of you fell asleep. Using the moth eaten blanket that you’d owned your entire life to gather some variety of warmth. It wasn’t necessarily cold outside, but the window was still open,and the fact it wasn’t cold  didn’t mean that it was warm enough outside yet to be able to sleep without a blanket. Especially with the subpar heater in your apartment. 

That's how your mother found the two of you in the morning, curled up together, Jason with the pillow, and you without one. She didn’t wake you immediately, making breakfast for the three of you first. Then coming and gently shaking you awake. 

Jason was still asleep when she woke you, blinking the sleep out of your eyes. “Morning mama.”

“Morning. Care to explain why Jasons here when I've repeatedly told you that there would be no sleepovers between the two of you?” You were still wrapped around him, and at some point during the night he’d moved so that he was wrapped around you as well. Taking the comfort that you so eagerly extended to him. 

Maybe if you were older you would have known that it wasn’t your issue to tell your mom what had happened. But he’d nodded when you suggested asking her in the morning, and you had to explain why you were breaking her very carefully and clearly placed rules. “There was an eviction notice. He was crying and…I thought it would be okay just for the night?”

“Eviction notice?”

“His mom is gone and…and he was crying, I’m supposed to be nice to people who are crying aren’t I?”

“Yeah…it’s okay…we’ll talk more about it later okay? Just wake him up and come get breakfast.” 

And that’s exactly what you did. Gently shaking Jason until he woke up and then telling him breakfast was ready. He still looked like he was about to cry, but at least he wasn’t outright sobbing anymore. Although he wasn’t smiling the way that you liked to see him though. It still hurt to see him without his smile, causing an odd tightening sensation in your chest, but at least it was better than before, right?

The breakfast that your mother had made wasn’t anything particularly special. She usually cooked something for you, and on days that she didn’t it was cereal. Today it was scrambled eggs and toast. 

Jason brought the eviction notice to the table with him, and he wasn’t chattering while he ate. It was strange. He normally chattered whenever the two of you ate together. But it made sense that he wasn’t in the mood to chat at the moment. After all, the previous night had been rough, and even if you didn’t like the silence, it wasn’t like you could do much about it. And chatting felt wrong at that exact moment. So breakfast was silent, not the comfortable kind of silence, nor was it awkward. More somber than anything else. 

For once, you finished breakfast before Jason, and your mother suggested that you go shower and change clothes. You complied easily enough. Whenever she said that it was time for you to shower, well, then it was time for you to shower. Plus you were still in your pajamas and it had been a day or two since your last shower. 

Leaving Jason wasn’t something that you were excited about. Even if you wanted to just stay by him and hug him until he finally smiled again, you did need to do what your mother told you. You’d be back by his side when you were showered and changed anyways. But when you finished showering and changing, your mother sent Jason to go get a change of clothes from his apartment and then shower himself, leaving you alone with your mother while he did. 

His plate wasn’t empty. 

It was always empty whenever he ate with you in the past.. 

“Jason will stay on our couch until we’re able to figure out a more permanent solution. I’ll make a missing persons report on his mother and see if they can’t find her. But that’s the temporary plan for now.”

“So like an extended sleepover!” 

“Sort of. But I expect both of you to get all your schoolwork done and behave yourselves. I’ll go to the police station while you two are at school and before I go to work. Got it? I’m serious about the schoolwork, no slacking off just because you two get to spend more time together now.”

“Yes mom!”

You waited for Jason to be done showering, and once he was, you decided that he would smile that day, no matter what you had to do. So the day was spent trying to cheer him up, with books, tv, board games, anything that you could think of. And while he did participate, he still wasn’t smiling, despite your best attempts. 

You heard him crying on the couch that night, and you went out to sit with him. Eventually falling asleep on the floor, and you woke up in your bed the next morning. Your mom must have found you at some point during the night and then moved you to bed.

[phantom-dc]

Jason is 9 years old.

Today was his favorite day of the year. Even better than his birthday. He managed to find a bedsheet that was white and (sort of) clean, and had painted 2 black circles on it. He wasn’t going to cut holes in a perfectly good bedsheet. Who knows when he’d find another one? In Crime Alley lucky finds like these were rare. He got up, put the sheet in his backpack and left for Burnley. It was close, and yet the place wasn’t as crime infested as its surroundings. The rich guys there had the cops in their pockets, so they patrolled extra there. But that just made it perfect for today.

Halloween.

The day he could get candy for free.

When Jason got to Burnley, he already saw several other kids going around with their parents. He didn’t want to admit it, but it stung. He wanted to go with his mom too, but Catherine had been too out of it, and he didn’t even know where his dad was. Prison, most likely. It didn’t matter. He put on his sheet. Dressed as a ghost he’d try to get as much candy as he could.

Suddenly he heard someone shout: SPOOK! The next thing he knew he was covered in a weird, green glowing goop. 2 people in weird suits pointed weapons on him. Jason tried to run, but the goop was slippery and he fell. Suddenly a boy stood in front of him. The boy scolded his parents, explaining that Jason wasn’t a ghost but a boy in a costume. Why did he have to explain that? It was Halloween! Of course he was wearing a costume! Ghosts don’t even exist! Jason took of the sheet. He was about to cry, it was ruined! How was he supposed to enjoy today at all? No one would give him anything without a costume! While a girl with red hair scolded the 2 adults that had attacked him, the boy held out his hand to help Jason up. He apologized for his parents. They are weird. Jason was about to go home, when the boy had an idea. His parents brought hazmat suits for him and Jazzy. If they wear that they can pretend to be ghostbusters together! They’ll get more candy if they wear a co-op costume. Jason thinks about it, and agrees. He has nothing to lose and everything to gain.

A few minutes later they are both dressed up, wearing weird suits and weirder weapons strapped to their belts. As they go around collecting candy Jason asks what’s up with his parents. He gets Halloween is awesome, but no one should be so into it that they’d try to hurt a kid. The boy sheepishly rubs his neck. His parents aren’t dressed up. They are really ghostbusters. He doesn’t like it. The other kids at school think it’s weird and bully him for it. This kid Dash locked him up in the school’s janitor closet once. It took 3 hours before someone found him. Jason advices him to punch the guy in the nose. The boy doesn’t think that’s a good idea. Jason advices then to finish it off with a kick in the groin.

After they have raided the district, Jason and the boy return to the van. Jazzy tells her brother to get in before their parents forget him and leave. He says goodbye to Jason and that he had great fun! Jason can keep the suit, maybe he can use it again next year? As the van drives off, Jason notices that the kid left his bag behind. Jason feels bad for him, but now he has twice as much candy! He promises to enjoy it twice as much, and takes it home. In the van Jazzy asks where Danny’s candy went. Danny says he gave it to his friend. He seemed hungry, and with dad driving he’d only throw it back up anyway.

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[klbwriting]

Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 4: But Given Unsought

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: some violence

Summary: Jason goes to Big Belly Burger to see YN after a couple weeks away, realizes he is head over heels

Notes: the incident in this chapter actually happened to me when I was working at McDonald's in 2005 because a filet o fish HAD CHEESE, life feeds art right?

Love sought, is good; but given unsought, is better — Twelfth Night, Act 3 Scene 1

Jason had kept himself busy for the next couple weeks, knowing that if he went to find YN at her home or job everyday it would be creepy. He wanted to talk to YN, figure out how he could explain himself to her and get her to forgive him for being with those people at the open mic, but he didn't know how without you thinking he was some kind of stalker. So he waited, did rehearsal, actually found himself doing well, until one Friday after rehearsal he decided to go visit Big Belly Burger. Just once, see what her reaction was. If she was entirely against seeing him he would leave and let her be, but if she wasn't so angry maybe he would try to get her number, just talk to her. He felt so stupid, why would she want to talk to him? He was just some guy who had ruined her night, some guy who couldn't even make friends when people were throwing themselves at him, he wasn't a good brother, had been a terrible son, and now, what was he? He sighed, the self loathing getting more intense as he drove the motorcycle into Crime Alley. He parked it in an alley a few streets away and walked the rest of the way, entering the fast food joint and waiting in the short line. Not too many people were out on Friday nights in Crime Alley, anyone who went out went to a safer part of Gotham, and everyone else stayed locked up in their homes. The person in front of him left with their order and Jason came face to face with YN.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, looking surprised to see him. She probably thought he had given up after their last meeting. Jason put on what he hoped was a friendly smile and after a second YN gave him a small smile back. Hopefully that was a good sign and not just her customer service skills taking over. He ordered, surprising her with how much he wanted. She didn't say anything, just dutifully took his card and tapped it. "It'll be out shortly." Her customer service voice was kind of cute and he chuckled a little. That was the wrong move, she glared at him.

"Sorry, just you sound different..." he said, trying to explain himself. She looked at hard at him and turned to the staging area to wait for his tray. He sighed, wanting to smack himself. How was he such an ass without meaning to be? She turned again and set his food down. He took the tray and went to sit down, making sure he was near the door, back to the wall so he could see everything in the room. He could feel her eyes on him as she went to a closet in near the bathrooms and pulled out a broom. She swept her way through the empty restaurant down to where he was sitting.

"So why did you come here again? Seeing how the other half lives with our menial jobs?" she asked, but her voice lacked the annoyed edge it usually had with him. He looked at her and found she had stopped actually sweeping, she was leaning on the broom, watching him.

"No, I told you I used to live around here so sometimes I come back, check things out," he said. Which was true, he was trying to find a way to help around there without resorting to Robin-like antics. He didn't need Batman finding him.

"Ok, say I believe you, there are other fast food places around, why this one?" she asked. He looked at her, popping a fry in his mouth to give him time to think of something that wasn't just 'I think you're adorable and want to talk to you'.

"I like your fries," he said. "And the company isn't so bad either." She blushed a little, turning to sweep at imaginary dust and he smiled, liking the reaction. "YN, maybe you'd want to talk? I..."

"Can I get service here?" someone from the register yelled. YN froze and turned, sighing a little as she set the broom out of the way and went to the customer.

"Sorry about that, can I help you?" she asked, plastering on a fake smile. The guy ordered in an annoyed tone and then waited for his order. She brought the bag to him and he opened it up, frowning. "Is there something wrong?" she asked before the sandwich went flying, hitting her in the face. She let out a cry of surprise, grabbing the counter so she didn't slip. The guy's hand shot out and grabbed her arm.

"I didn't say to put cheese on my fucking sandwich," he snarled. She stared at him like he was nuts. Before she could even answer Jason was across the room, gripping the guy's shoulder hard, forcing him to let go. Jason psychically turned the guy around to put himself between YN and the customer.

"How about we talk to the employee's with some respect," Jason said, voice a dangerous bass. He was fighting the rage that was growing in him, eyes drifting towards green, that strange power that coursed through him begging to be unleashed. The guy glared at him, clearly not wanting a fight. He backed up towards the door and Jason looked at YN. "Are you ok?" She nodded and he heard the small ding of the door.

"Your boyfriend won't be here all the time bitch," the guy said. Jason turned, eyes now a flaring emerald, and the guy ran, Jason giving chase. He was a block away before Jason caught up, tackling him to the ground, rolling the guy over.

"Don't you ever go back in there again," Jason said, fist slamming into the guys face. He heard a crunch and stood up, needing to get away before he killed the guy. He could feel the desire, the need for blood in his veins. He went to where he parked the bike, punching the brick wall several times, beating it with the side of his fists, until the rage subsided and he could breathe again. He panted, looking at his bloodied arms and shook his head, driving back home.

Dick was waiting when he came in and he immediately saw the blood.

"What the hell happened?" he asked, walking over. Jason stepped back before he could touch him. He looked at Dick, looking for signs of anger. Bruce would have been pissed if he had come back bloody like this. Dick just looked concerned.

"I almost lost it on some guy, but instead I beat up a wall," Jason said. Dick nodded, and pointed to the bathroom, a strange look in his eyes.

"Get cleaned up, how about tomorrow morning we do some boxing and you can tell me what actually happened," he said. Jason sighed and just shrugged, knowing he didn't have much of a choice.

Bright and early Dick had Jason gloved up at the local gym he owned. He had made sure the place was closed that morning so that he and Jason could really talk without disruption. They went for about half an hour with just sparring, getting warmed up and feeling each other out. Jason knew that the serious talk was coming when Dick slowed down and let him get a jab to his face in. Jason smirked, that felt good, he always liked getting on over on his big brother. If truth be told Jason was a better brawler, could overwhelm Dick if he got more than two shots in a row in, but Dick was fast, which made him a hard target to hit.

"Can we talk?" Dick asked, recovering from the hit and removing his gloves. Jason sighed and sat in the middle of the ring, leaning back on his hands. Dick stood in the corner, leaning on a turnbuckle. "So what actually happened last night?" Jason let out a sigh, he might as well tell the truth.

"I went to Crime Alley to see someone, they go to Gotham Academy and she's well, kind of amazing," Jason said. Dick's eyebrows went up. "She works at a Big Belly Burger near my old apartment so I went there for dinner, try to talk to her, see when I went to that open mic with the seniors from theater they played a horrible prank on her and she thought I was involved so I tried apologizing again, and I think she forgave me? We talked a little, then this guy came in and was such a dick, he threw a sandwich at her and grabbed her. I was seeing red and so angry, I stopped him from hurting her, then he threatened to come back for her so I chased him, I punched him, just once and then I went to beat up a wall before I really hurt him," Jason rambled. Dick stood silent, staring for a solid minute once he was done.

"Ok, I'm going to try and follow this. You met a girl, who you clearly have a thing for," he started. Jason nodded, might as well admit that he was crushing hard on YN. "Then some guy threatened her and you chased him, punched him, then hit a wall?" "Pretty much," he said. Dick nodded and them smiled.

"What's her name?" his brother asked. Jason felt his cheeks heating up. He knew he had to spill now, but he had liked keeping her to himself for a moment, if he said her name then his feelings were real and he did not like having feelings to begin with, let alone ones like this.

"YN," he said. He saw the change in Dick's face, saw him doing some thinking.

"Is her mother sick?" he asked suddenly and Jason stared at him. Did he know YN? Jason nodded. "You should stay away from her, in fact I demand you stay away from her." Jason looked confused, standing.

"Why?" he asked. Dick looked conflicted.

"Just, do as I say, please, she's trouble," he said. Jason shook his head. Figures, another 'father' wanting to control him, not trusting his judgement. He ripped his pads off, throwing them at the floor and walking out of the gym, annoyed.

The sun was high in the sky when Jason got to Crime Alley. He didn't remember that YN was at practice until he was almost at her work. Of course, it would have been weird to just show up after he had ghosted the day before, what would she even think? He sighed and turned back, meaning to go back to the apartment and force Dick to tell him what he was on about with YN when he heard someone cry out nearby. He looked down the alley, seeing a guy with a knife and a woman, clutching her hand to her chest, purse already on the ground, the contents scattered.

"Give me the ring or I'm going to cut it off you," the guy said. Jason glared, sliding the hockey mask he always carried out of his pocket, putting it on, and putting up his hood. He marched down the alley, rolling up his sleeves. The guy looked at him, brandishing the knife at him. "What are you supposed to -" he didn't finish as Jason kicked him in the stomach, knocking him into the wall. He grabbed the guy's wrist, forcing him to drop the knife and then put a forearm to the guy's throat before turning to the woman.

"Get your stuff and go," he said. She wearily gathered her things and ran out of the alley. Jason looked back at the mugger, who was now passed out and let him drop to the ground. He went to the mouth of the alley, calling the police, making sure he heard sirens before he ran off, putting the mask away and heading home. That felt good, helping that woman, protecting her, that felt really good.

[coolunspokenforname]

What happens between chapters 6 and 7 of 'Making Mistakes'

Jason is grounded for life was her first thought as she watched two men drag her son at gunpoint to the man who killed his father. It was the best thing to do, thinking like that. It gave her something to look ahead to, a future for her to strive towards, in this situation. Otherwise, she would fall into panic, and that wouldn’t help anyone. Still, her wrists twitched against the ropes as she watched Jason give him a key she didn’t recognize. What she was being held for. Every so often Jason would look to her, eyes scanning, no doubt checking if she was okay. She was doing the same to him.

After the exchange had been made, most of the gang filed out, all except for Jason, her, and four guards. Before he left, Two-Face turned to the guards and told them, “If this is a trap, kill them.”

When the man left, Jason stumbled over to her. “Mom!” he fell to his knees, trembling fingers working at the ropes on her wrists.

“Jason, baby, what are you doing here?” he shook his head, words coming out a mile a minute.

“Tim’s mom brought me home, but you weren’t there, and I found your jacket on the floor and a note. I’m sorry for hiding the key from you mama, I should have told you about it, I’m sorry.” He blubbered and, this was not Jason. It was a good act, to be fair. A scared kid worried about his mom. A part of it was the truth, she could tell, but this wasn’t her son.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” She played along, laying it on thick to match him. Surely, he had a reason for this.

“Ey,” one of the guards around them said, approaching the two, “Stop with the ropes, you’re not allowed to leave yet.”

“Am I not allowed to comfort my son?” she asked him, glaring. He stepped back, wincing. “Well? Am I allowed or not?” she felt the ropes give way.

“I mean, yes. But he can’t take off your binds.”

“Why not?” Jason asked, standing up. His eyes widened a fraction, the picture of innocence.

“Well, we need to make sure the key is correct, then she can be let go,” he winced as he looked at Jason, “Shit, I did not sign up for this.” In the distance, shouting started up. “What the fuck?” the man’s radio rang out, and he answered it. “Shit, okay, I’ll be right there.” he pointed at her and Jason, then ran out, saying, “You two stay here.” And the room was empty.

“Yeah, we’re not gonna do that.” Jason said, pulling out his switchblade and cutting the ropes that tied her ankles together, then her elbows.

“What’s happening?” she asked, stretching as she stood up.

“Batman.” He said, grabbing her hand and beginning to hurry out one of the doors and into a hallway.

“Uh, what?” she asked as she stumbled after him, “Batman?”

“Yeah, I’ll explain after we get out.”

He seemed to know where to go, turning at certain points and clearly having a direction to head in. As they ran, the shouts became quieter, but they were also heading deeper into the labyrinth. “Where are we going?”

“Meeting someone.” And as he said that, a door opened and a boy stepped through a nearby door.

She recognized Robin immediately. Living in Crime Alley, commuting from work at night, she had seen the boy a couple times, flitting across the rooftops. He had even helped get some muggers away from her a few years before. He was older now, of course. The boy grinned at her.

“Hi, Ms. Todd.” He said, “I’m your escape. Come on.” He opened the door. Jason and her followed him.

Down the hallway men were lying on the floor. Some were knocked out, another couple were moaning and clutching their arms or legs. Robin didn’t seem to notice, hopping over them as he passed, occasionally kicking a gun away. Catherine was careful to step over the men and, when she saw Jason step on one of their hands, she scolded him.

“But they deserve it. They’re working for Two-Face.”

“And so was your father. You can’t know if they are working for him willingly, or if he’s forcing them, or if they just need the money like we did.”

“But mom,” he looked down, “Okay.”

“She’s right,” Robin said as he stepped over another man, “Violence isn’t always the answer.”

“You’re one to talk. Don’t you kick people’s asses every night?” Jason asked.

“Well, I mean, yeah.” Robin fumbled, “But those are criminals.”

“You literally took out all these people ten minutes ago.”

“Yeah, to help save you two, uh,” a gunshot rang out, stopping whatever Robin was about to say. The hallway became quiet and still, except for a man a few meters ahead of them slumping, and Robin stumbling back. “Oh, ouch.”

She caught him automatically before she could fall into her and looked over his body. He hadn’t been shot in the chest or head, thankfully, but looking down, she could see blood dripping from his left leg in a steady stream. Why on earth was the boy not wearing pants? It wasn’t even spring, for God’s sake!

“That’s gonna leave a mark.” Jason muttered from beside them, frozen, eyes wide.

“Jason, give me your sweater.” She said, holding her hand out. That seemed to shock the boy out of it, and he quickly pulled it off, handing it to her and leaving him in a t-shirt. She laid the boy down gently, kneeling beside him and using Jason’s sweater as a makeshift bandage. When it was properly wrapped, she pulled him up with the help of both Jason and Robin himself. Wrapping the teen’s right arm around her shoulder, she told Jason to grab his other arm and help her drag him out.

Luckily, the teen had a high pain tolerance, so he could give them both directions on their exit. Most of the goons were focusing on Batman, so their way was mostly clear of obstacles. They were in the home-stretch, the exit to the abandoned office building/warehouse, when a man came running out from a nearby hallway, crashing into the little group and bowling the three over. Catherine hissed as she landed on her back, pain shooting white hot up her spine.

The man froze as he took in the sight of Robin, Catherine, and Jason on the floor. His finger twitched on the trigger of the gun in his hands. Surprise was written on his face, and he looked down to the gun, then back to her. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut, and pulling Jason to her chest to curl around him. The man had a gun, anything she could do would only lead to the three of them dead. She just hoped Batman would make it in time for the kids.

“You’re Willis’ wife, right?” he asked, and her eyes blinked open.

“I am.” She said, though her confusion made it sound like a question.

“Yeah, Cathy. He told me all about you.” He looked at the boy in her arms, “And you’re Jason. You gotta be in, what, third grade?”

“Fourth, actually.”

“Right, yeah.” The man shook his head and turned back to Catherine. “You probably don’t remember, it was six years ago, but you made a cake for my wife after she had our first kid. She’s been looking for the recipe for ages. Never could get it right.”

“I remember.” She said, thinking back, “Bill, right?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, and it was almost like Bill’s boss hadn’t abducted her, and he had orders to kill them, “I’m sorry about what happened to Willis. He was great.” He looked both ways, then sighed, “Look, I really shouldn’t do this, but I owe it to him. You can go.” He took a step back from the door, then hesitated. “Actually, if I let you go, I might get in trouble. Does one of you want to knock me out? Make it look like I tried to stop you?”

“Hell yeah!” Jason jumped up, out of Catherine’s arms.

“Alright, kid, do your worst.”

Jason began to set himself up for the punch, but was stopped when Catherine said, “Jason,” warning in her tone. He looked up at her, disappointment flited through his eyes. “You’re standing wrong. You need to have a firm stance, otherwise you’ll just fall over. Also, you need to wrap your hand so none of your bones break with a punch.” Jason’s eyes lit up, and he looked around for some cushioning.

“Here.” Robin said, handing him his glove, “It has support.”

“Thanks!” her son said, quickly putting on the glove and, with little extra pretense, decked Bill. He caught the man on his way down, at least, making sure he didn’t get hurt as he fell.

As they walked out of the building, the sky was brightening, welcoming dawn. Jason tugged at her shirt, which was still the one she had worn the previous morning.

“Why’d you let me do it?” he asked.

She shrugged, “He asked you to punch him.”

[madhatter107]

UNEXPECTED MEETINGS

Don't steal or copy my work please and thank you!

Prompt : "He was unconscious when I found him”

Word count: 1186

It was no secret Jason hated patrol days like these. The ones where he just sat on a roof with nothing to do except play with his lighter and try to pick the gum off the bottom of his shoe. Isn't Gotham supposed to be the Country's crime Capital? So where's the crime? Sure, the decrease in crime was good but beating up bad guys is so much more fun! Saving people felt good, protecting the city in the right way.

Jason finished his patrol with a good ole alley robbery. As his bike sliced through the grime air of Gotham, Jason couldn't stop thinking about getting out of his suit and into his warm bed, with his warm blanket, and semi warm partner. Ugh! He really wanted to go home! Jason stopped at Bat Burger and ordered dinner, sure he knew Josie probably already ate but who could resist bat burger?

‘Should I call them? It’s not that late is it? What time is it? It can’t be that late, probably like 1:30ish?’ Jason sat in a booth and checked his phone. ‘3:00…Oh…maybe I should stop putting my phone on, do not disturb, maybe I need to be disturbed. I’m so screwed when I get home.’

“Uh…order for Red hood?!” The kid at the counter looked confused at the order. “Um..two Bat burgers, Joker fri-”

“That's me.” Jason stood up and walked up to the counter. The boy behind the counter looked up at Jason, his mouth slightly open in awe. “First day?” The boy nodded. “Just moved here?” The boy nodded again, which made Jason sigh. “Welp, I wish you well…” Jason turned on his heel and left, swinging his bag back and forth as he walked back to his bike.

Jason leaned against his bike as he called them back, only for it to go to voicemail. ‘You call three times and text me “hurry home” only to not answer when I call. Riiiiight.’ Jason rolled his eyes before mounting his bike and driving home.

After a nice 15 minutes of dodging cars and two flights of stairs, Jason found himself in front of one of his favorite places. Josie’s place, a nice studio apartment in one of the cheapest places in Gotham. That probably isn’t a huge flex due to the fact they also live in the most dangerous part of Gotham.

Jason knocked on the door, he gloved hand making a soft thud noise. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for them to answer the door.

“Uh, h-hey, what are you doing here?” Josie leaned against the door, their eyes shifting about as if they were scared to even look at him. “Don’t you have patrol?”

“Finished early and then I saw your calls and your text…” I looked down at the food in my hand. “I got us food and I called you back but you didn’t answer.” It wasn’t hard for Jason to catch on to the obvious nervous tension. The way she picked her nails, her eyes not staying still, she was hiding something.

“Oh, well, uh…I already ate so….”

“You can still take your food.” I held the bag out, “Plus if it’s ok with you I was wondering if I could-” The sound of a muffled groan rang inside Jo’s apartment followed by a chair hitting the floor. “Jo? What was that?”

“Pebbles, he’s been trying his bark and it hasn’t exactly bee-” Another sound of a chair moving on hardwood came out of the apartment. Jason rolled his eyes and pushed past a protesting Josie to find a guy tied to a chair in her small living room.

“What the heck, Josie?” Jason took in the sight of the wide eyes captive, his hair was tousled about from trying to get out of the rope around his wrists. “Why do you-”

"He was unconscious when I found him” Josie looked at the poor dude who was now in the middle of…whatever this was.

“Why is he here though?” Jason cautiously walked closer, something in his head screamed that he knew this guy. Something about the eyes…

“He was in my fire escape, passed out. So, I pulled him inside and tied him, then I stitched the gross cut he had on his side.”

“You're not a doctor, why isn’t he at a hospital?” Jason raised his voice slightly as the idea of them basically kidnapping someone sunk in. Jason stalked over to the dude in the chair and pulled off the tape.

“Ow! Come on, Jay, seriously?!” Jason looked down confused as Dick screamed out in pain. “You could’ve warned me!”

“Why are you here?” Jason’s voice was strained in confusion and slight annoyance. Why was Dick in Josie’s apartment? How did he find Josie’s apartment? He never mentioned them to his family.

“I was...working and fell. Your psycho girlfriend kidnapped me!”

“You asked me too!” Josie’s voice was strained with the normal anxious edge it constantly held onto. “And how do you know each other?!”

Jason and Dick looked at each other and back at Josie. “It’s a long story, baby….”

“We’re brother’s, how long is the story? She already knows about Red Hood, surprisingly. I mean wait till I put this in the group chat.” Dick smirked widely.

“Do it and I’ll tell them about you and Kori in the Batmobile.” Dick’s smirk dropped quicker then it arrived.

“Nevermind.”

“Wait, wait, wait! You’re brother…is Dick Grayson, like Flying Graysons, Bruce Wayne’s son, Dick Grays-”

“Do you know his relationship status too, baby?” Jason leaned against the wall. “Yes, we’re….brothers through adoption.”

“Wait, so you’re-” Jo looked over at Dick, who was trying his hardest to get out the ropes. “Nightwing?” Dick looked up quickly.

“Uh, maybe?” Dick shifted in his chair. “Can you let me go?”

Josie went behind Dick and untied the rope. “My bad, I was just being cautious.”

“It’s cool, I get it.” Dick rolled his aching shoulders and rubbed his wrists. Dick stood up and rolled his neck. “Alright, I’m gonna get going. Hopefully, Alfred has some stronger painkillers.”

“Alright, see you later, Dickhead.” The apartment went silent after Dick left. A strange tension settled over the two.

“So you're the-”

“Dead Robin.”

“Yeah….why didn't you tell me?”

“Not a good conversation starter.” Jason looked up at Josie, his eyes landing on her face. “I'm sorry.”

“It's ok, I know trusting people can be hard. I'm happy you trusted me with knowing your vigilante identity,” Jo grabbed his gloved hand. “I'm happy I'm someone you trust with that and any other secret you want to share with me.” Jason smiled before rolling his eyes.

“Thanks, lovely. I'll work on being more open, scouts honor.” Jason smiled, before wrapping his arm around their shoulder. “Now I think we should watch a movie, relax and eat a Bat burger.” Jason jumped over the couch and plopped down.

“Did you go to the good bat burger?” Jo grabbed the food bag.

“Of course I did, only the best for you!”

[boopjuice]

None of them would have been worth their salt if they hadn't immediately noticed the new kid.

While Gotham was full of dark haired, blue eyed kids, and while the media absolutely loved to gossip about clueless Brucie Wayne wandering around town and return home with five more kids and not noticing, Bruce kept careful track of all his kids. He could hardly call himself their father, let alone Batman, if he didn't. So the newcomer was noticed almost immediately.

But kids don't just wander onto the Wayne property, let alone into the manor itself, by accident. The grounds were on the very edge of Gotham, the outer edge of the property bordered on the legal city limits and the inner edge was still miles out of the way for any normal Gothamite. For a kid to wind up in the manor they'd have had to walk miles to the property, climbed the walls (which he'd installed with alarms after Dick's first bout of "I'm running away from home to re-join the circus" led to him nearly getting kidnapped by Two-Face), then walked a mile or two more to get to the actual manor.

The kid, whoever he was, was clearly here on purpose. There were easier ways to find places to stay in Gotham that didn't involve trying to get into the Wayne manor. Gangs were always on the lookout for young errand boys, offering shelter and sometimes food for running messages or delivering packages and not asking questions, and Jason made sure to have other options set up for anyone in Crime Alley, especially the kids. No, to willingly walk yourself to the Wayne manor was an inordinate amount of effort for a street kid looking for a place to stay.

It made sense then that the kid sitting in Tim's usual spot at the dining table would take such an extreme path. He hadn't set off any of the alarms when he'd arrived (he'd scared Barbara so bad she'd almost sounded the alarms manually when he first popped up), and even looking like Tim his teeth were a little too sharp and his ears a little too pointed. Not to mention how Jason had seen him phase through a wall once, when he thought no one was looking, or how Bruce had found him passed out on the couch with white hair and glowing green, eyes screwed shut as if having a nightmare.

It had immediately started them all on the search for a missing or wanted meta. It was the most logical explanation for everything going on surrounding the kid, wanting a place to lie low and blend in until whoever was after him stopped looking. Bruce couldn't begrudge him that, and besides that his kids seemed to like the new kid well enough.

He heard Damian talking with him about sword fighting techniques and the merits of different kinds of blades. He'd pull stupid stunts with Duke like seeing who could climb down from the roof of the manor fastest. Jason was so much more calm when he was around. Dick talked with the kid about his plans for college and how he wanted to be an astronaut. And even if the kid largely avoided Tim, he took the time to make sure Tim's room was clean, and Tim left out stuff all the time where he knew the kid would find and mess with it.

Besides, the kid clearly needed somewhere safe. The kid flinched when Dick mentioned some socialite's tacky vampire-like attire at a recent gala. After Alfred mentioned someone in a strange white suit coming to call the kid disappeared for a full two days. Bruce wasn't about to turn away a child in need just because they were a meta, even if they had technically managed to break into his house.

No, he'd wait it out. Wait for the kid to eventually be caught (because for as careful as this kid was he was still so sloppy) and give him the option to explain what happened. Bruce wasn't going to turn him out whether he explained or not. He'd found what Danny was running from, figured out why those people were after him specifically. He wasn't about to let those bastards hurt a child, ghost or not.

Fully haunting a building is easy when you’re a full ghost. It’s instinct, even!

Being a half ghost- can cause some problems though.

But Danny was lucky. He wouldn’t call this Fenton luck, because Fenton luck just meant bad luck. The murphys law of Amity, really. No- this had to be Phantom luck. Which also had never been very good- but it had its moments.

Or maybe the smarts his sister swears he has have finally pulled through.

Haunting the fancy manor in one of the most dangerous cities in the world was pretty easy, despite all of his occasional slip ups.

Who needs to worry about accidentally walking into a room fully human when the manors full of black haired blue eyed boys- and everyone’s mistaking you for someone else.

He’d been mistaken for “Tim” a handful of times! And when he finally met the actual dude, he seemed to be delusional from lack of sleep and had simply nodded and walked past.

The butler had called him “Master Wayne”??? But honestly, Danny can’t blame him. Wayne’s the last name of almost everyone living here, and he’s not sure he’d be able to keep track of that many people either.

And then there’s the interactions. What seemed to be the eldest son had ruffled his hair yesterday and tussled him up- the head of the house had draped a blanket over him when he fell asleep on the couch and dropped his transformation, and the butler kept passing him fruit platters?

Danny’s not even sure how long he has to haunt this place to get his official haunting license- but it’s starting to look like the perfect forever haunt!

[justanothervigalanty]

when I found my love ❤️🖤🤍 (Jason Todd x fem! Reader)

Jason Todd. But you always new him as jay. You were around 10 when you saw a small boy around 11 steeling tires of an old car in the dump. “Hay! You, this is my place back off!” You say to him “ho sorry kid but I need these if I want to eat tonight” the strange boy said picking up the tires. “It will cost you!” You say just as he is about to walk off. “Yeah, ok fair point. What you need kid?” He asked walking towards you. “I can’t give you money though! I have a cigarette?” He said jokingly. “I’m 10 and a half! Plus I don’t want money.” You say with a hand on your hip. “So what do yo-I need something to eat!” You cut him off. “Oh um ok I normally get a sandwich from a soup kitchen but they shut down” he signed putting down a tier and holding out his hand for you to shake. “I’ll share what I can get from this. Ok?” He asked “yes! Oh I’m y/n, y/n L/n” you say “nice to meet you y/n I’m Jason Todd but…around here I go by jay, you should figure out a new name as well it’s safer like idk umm maybe Jen ?” “Ok sure jen and jay sounds cool!”

after around three years you got to know him better and became his closest friend and had maybe kissed once or twice. But then he disappeared. Vanished. Like he was never there. Only a week after Jason’s disappearance you were descoverd and put into foster homes but avenchualy you met the Kent’s. Thay already had a son Conner and he instantly saw you as his baby sister. When you found out that your foster father was the superman you begged him to let you train to become his sidekick along side Conner! And one day he agreed! You were over the moon you may not of had powers but you were one heck of an engineer you had made rocket boots so you could keep up with your brother and dad and not to mention a total badass when it came to hand to hand combat. You were 14 when Bruce Wayne came to your home to ask you to enter the titans who really needed an engineer. “Can I? Please dad please?!” You practically begged him “oh god fine but Bruce if I come round and see her with a fucking stab wound, she comes home!” Clark made it very clear on that but the next thing you know you’re in the elevator with your dad and Bruce by your sides. When you step out every one is in the living room watching some murder mystery movie or something like that. “Everyone I would like you to meet y/n L/n - Kent.” Bruce said as he patted your shoulder. “Ok I got to go be careful n/n” Clark said as he kissed your forehead before leaving. “Hi everyone I’m your new engineer.” You say as everyone comes to meet you expect one a black haired blue eyed teen still sat watching the tv. “Omg hi I’m Rachael finally more teenage girls!” You smile at the girl and everyone comes to say hi and greets you. “Jason.” Bruce calls out “come and introduce yourself”. “No I’m good thanks B much rather be here right now there about to enter crime alley!” Said the boy. You recognise the name Jason and his attitude towards everyone it was all familiar like you knew him from your childhood but didn’t know were. Dick when over and turned of the Tv to get Jason’s attention “what the hell dickhead!?” He said standing up. “Jason we all know you like crime alley but come meet new kid” they both walked over “hi I’m y/n L/n - Kent nice to meet you” you said “Jason Todd good to meet-wait L/n?” He asked you like he had remembered something. “Um yeah that’s me formally L/n now L/n - Kent” you said trying to explain you weren’t born a Kent. “No you’re what…Jen? That’s your nickname right? Jen?” He asked “yes it is- holy shit jay!?” You responded as he pulled you into a hug “I never thought I’d see you again!” Jason said still hugging you “um what is going on?” Asked gar “yeah not trying to reck the mood but do you know echother?” Kory asked “um yeah we dated in crime alley… speaking of which” you said pushing Jason off you. “Where the hell did you go? You just left me i when to bye us some sandwiches and when I get back you we’re gone!” You said still holding his shoulder’s “I know I know Ieft you and I’m so sorry but um can we talk about this somewhere that isn’t in font of my dad?” He said with that stupid voice he used when you argued back a crime alley.

When everyone was getting ready for bed later you Hurd somebody knock on your door you opened it to see Jason “hay babe can we talk?” You pulled him in pining him against the wall. “Don’t you ‘babe’ me, you left that is by far the opposite of being a good boyfriend!”you said you were about to carry on yelling at Jason but just as you opened your mouth he kissed you and you couldn’t help but kiss him back because in all truth no matter how angry you were at him you couldn’t help but miss how he kissed you, how he used to play with your hair after you had nightmares or when he would play a old music tape on his VHS player that you when both dance and sing along to you had missed everything about him and in all honesty so did he.