#something about a man jason thought was so strong and unable to be truly hurt

[frownyalfred]

Role reversal idea: Bruce Wayne dies and comes back instead of Jason. Maybe instead of the Joker beating up Jason Shelia makes a trade for the Batman. Mostly Jason and his family have to see and hear Bruce getting hit with crowbar and blown up.

Bruce willingly trading places with Jason and enduring being beaten to death via crowbar in lieu of Robin makes a lot of sense for his character, you're so right.

[catxsnow]

HOME D.G.

Summary: Just a little fluff with your favorite Dick Grayson. 

A/N: My first imagine, hope that you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this! I’ve been sitting on this for a while and couldn’t decide if I wanted to share it. Let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated. Also let me know if you want more!

GIF is not mine.

Word count: 3.8k 

Gotham had been your home your entire life.

It was where you were born, grew up, and made memories. It was the place where your mother had sent you off to kindergarten and where you had learned not to wonder around at night. Gotham has taught you that the world was a horrifying, dangerous place where no sanctuary could truly be found. The city would tear you apart and eat you up the moment you were caught off guard. This was no place to call home.

Your home was not a place, but a person. Dick Grayson to be exact. The boy that had caught your heart in seventh grade and carried it with him past graduation. Dick Grayson was the love of your life for as long as you could remember what love truly was.

You felt safe with him. The cold air never seemed so rigid nor did the gloomy sky scare you away when you were with him. The relief of never having to fear the city by his side. You had felt this way before learning his secret.

Dick was the most kind hearted man you had known. Although at times he was rough around the edges or on the brink of aggression, you knew his true personality was nothing but desire to be his best. He has thrived for that even more upon meeting you.

It was a particularly stormy night among the streets of Bludhaven. The power had went out and candles were displayed across the apartment you shared with Dick. He had been out on patrol that night and you were sure he would come home earlier than normal.

Instead, however, hours had passed without his return. You had learned to force yourself not to worry about his whereabouts, there was no point in panicking when he always returned in one piece, though battered and bruised on some occasions. You had drifted off to sleep in the large bed. With the cold from outside seeping in and the empty space under the sheets you had grown cold.

It was nearing three in the morning when you had awoken to the sound of the shower running. Dick had made it home and in minutes crawled into bed with a wince. His normally bare torso carried a bandage.

Your eyes could barely open as sleep tried to over take you once more. "What happened?" You grumbled, snuggling into his side even more, cautiously trying not to hurt him.

"I'll tell you in the morning, go back to sleep," Dick kissed your forehead. You knew that if he had made it back on his own then there was nothing seriously wrong with him. Without being able to reply, you had fallen back asleep once again.

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Training. After your long day of classes that's all you knew was training. Not long after finding out the Wayne family secret, they had convinced you to train with them. You didn't have the desire to go out at night and join them on patrol, something they were all happy about. But, they wanted you to learn how to defend yourself in case something were to happen.

Dick was out of commission for the night, his wound from yesterday was still healing and though he wouldn't tell you, he still planned to go out and patrol that night. Instead, it was Tim who stood in front of you with sweat dripping down his forehead. You had been sparring for nearly an hour and both of you were getting out of breath.

Tim had landed you on your ass several times and you had only gotten him twice, both times you were sure he was going easier on you. You would never be as good as any of them - you knew that. It was something you accepted and we're fine with. It wasn't because you were a girl, no, it was because you didn't have the same kind of heart as they did. Each of their lives were filled with heartbreak, something that they attached themselves to and drove it into everything they did as they were alter egos.

Tim had caught you by surprise and you landed on the mat with a loud thud. "Hey, watch it Timbo. Don't need you breaking my girlfriend," Dick jokingly snapped over by the computers. They both knew Tim was too scared to hurt you in any way, not that he ever wanted to. You had been apart of they Wayne family longer than he had.

You had met Dick a couple years after him becoming Robin. Several more after that you had been with him the passing of his adopted brother, Jason. The two of you weren't close but you cared for Jason all the same, you mourned him right beside Dick and Bruce. You had learned about all their secrets not long after that.

It hasn't surprised you that much. You had known the Wayne family forever and had always known that there was an underlying secret. However, you had never pried about it through the years - if they wanted you to know, they would tell you. And they did.

Tim stuck his hand out to help you up. You gladly accepted but instead of jumping up, you had flung him to the ground and locked your legs around him so he was unable to move. A slight chuckle passed your boyfriends lips. You and Tim had decided to take a break, joining the eldest brother by the computer. Your arms snake around him and a kiss was placed on his cheek.

"I'm going to shower, want to join me?" You mumbled. Tim, unfortunately was too close to you guys and overheard what you had asked. You could see Dicks eyes brighten up in the reflection of the screen and the small nod of his head. Tim gagged as the two of you walked out of the batcave hand in hand.

"Please don't get her pregnant I'm too young to be a godfather!" He called after them. You chuckled at him while Dick stuck his middle finger back. It wasn't long until you were soaking in the hot water that pelted down at you.

Faint outlines of bruises covered your skin, ones that matched the much darker ones of Dick's beautifully tanned body. You couldn't help but admire him as he stood under the stream of water. His black hair matted down to his forehead and his toned body glistening. Your fingers delicately ran near the cut he had received. It wasn't nearly as bad as you first imagined, though would still take time to heal.

Your time with Dick was often short lived and you took the moments you could with him. Soon, ten minutes in the shower turned to twenty and eventually nearly forty when you had decided the water was too cold to stand under for any longer. You knew you would be sore in the morning and not just from the training.

"I love you Dick, more than I ever thought I could love," you whispered. The two of you were dressed but still remained cuddled on his old bed. He leaned down to kiss you, a deep kiss that would have caused your legs to wobble had you been standing.

"I love you too, (Y/N), from the day we met I knew I would grow to love you," Dick brushed the wet strand of hair out of your face. He kissed you one more time before pulling you close to his chest.

The two of you had drifted off without even noticing. Dick had planned to go on patrol that night, Tim had known that. The younger Robin had quietly opened the door to his brothers room after not hearing a reply from his knocks. The bright lights were still on though the couple was deep asleep. The corner of his lips turned up before turning the light off and slipping back out.

"Is Dick coming out tonight?" Bruce asked. He was suited up and adjusting the utility belt around his waist. Tim shook his head and told him that they had fallen asleep. Bruce loved you, not to mention he appreciates everything you had done for his son.

Dick Grayson could often be a handful to take care of yet somehow you had managed to tame him at his wildest of times. Grieving Jason, his transition to Nightwing, and most importantly, the constant pain from the loss of his parents. You had given him nothing but love, something Bruce knew he couldn't always express.

It wasn't just Dick that you supported either, it was Tim. He knew that he would be trying to live up to the Robin that Dick and Jason had created, living in constant anxiety that he would never be good enough. You had given him the confidence needed to prove that he could be a better, smarter, Robin.

Bruce nodded at his youngest son. The two of them exited the bat cave for a long night out in the city of Gotham.

The next morning you had woken up with your boyfriends arms tightly wrapped around you. It wasn't rare for him to wake in the night with a nightmare still fresh in his mind, but he hadn't that night. It shocked you to see him still sleeping as well.

You tried to quietly get out of bed to not wake him but as soon as you moved he pulled you back into his chest. "No, don't," he whined. You didn't argue, waking up like that was a luxury.

"I want to wake up like this for the rest of my life," Dick contently sighed. You had thought about the future with him, many times to be quite honest. With your final year in university, you had the rest of your life ahead of you. And to be quite honest you want that time to be spent with Dick Grayson.

The two of you had managed to fall asleep once more. It had been a while that you were cuddled in his arms before getting woken by none other than Tim himself. "Come on guys it's almost one in the afternoon we have shit to do!"

You groaned at the thought of having to get up. Slowly, you pulled yourself out of the warm bed and dragged your boyfriend with you. It didn't take long for the both of you to get dressed and head down to the batcave where Bruce, Tim, and Alfred already were.

Passing by Jason's old suit brought up hard memories you didn't want to think about. It was hard losing him, not only had you lost apart of your life, but you were also put in a reality check. The life the Wayne family lived was dangerous, and no matter how strong and smart they were, there were always chances of not making it back home.

You parted from Dick and gave Bruce a quick side hug and Tim a kiss on the top of his head as he typed at the keyboard. "What are we looking at?"

Tim barely glanced up at you before telling you about the case they were working on. Unsurprisingly, Black Mask was shipping weapons out of Gotham to who knows where. Whatever he was getting out of it couldn't be good for anyone.

The life that the boys lived was a hard one, and yet you couldn't help yourself get sucked in by it more and more each day. It wasn't for the thrill that you got being with them, it was the love you had for each of those boys. They were you're family, a family that you looked up to and admired every single day.

"Anything I can do to help?" You asked, now standing behind Dick and fixing the fly away hairs he had from sleeping. Though he wouldn't admit it, he loved when you played with his hair.

"Not much that can be done at the moment anyways," Bruce answered. "We have to wait on the scanners to pick up on activity before we can figure out what Black Mask is really up to."

You nodded and moved over to the small desk that had your textbooks on it from the previous day. Even with the life you lived among the bats, you still had a final year of university to study for.

Hours had passed and you were getting tired of reading words. Dick and the others hadn't come up with much which meant they would go scout out Black Mask's territory that night. Before that however, would be a short family supper that Alfred has prepared.

You had left as the guys continued to hover over the screens to go wash up before dinner. Instead, as soon as you reached your boyfriends old room you couldn't help but fling yourself onto the bed.

Your head had began to ache from reading for so long and your brain fried. It was barely fifteen minutes of peace when the door opened and Dick walked in. Without a word, he snaked himself around you and rested his head on your chest.

"My head hurts," you mumbled. Dick looked up at you with his vibrant blue eyes, a small frown hidden on his face. Though he knew this pain was nothing compared to the dangers he faced on the daily, it didn’t make him worry any less. "Did you figure out what Black Mask is up to?"

"No," he answered simply. "Are we staying here tonight or headed back to the apartment?"

"Up to you, I'm fine with either. I guess it depends on how your night goes," you shrugged. "Because I assume you're going out tonight even with that wound whether I want you to or not."

"You know me too well, babe," he pecked your lips. He knew you didn't like him going out when he had an injury, but he also knew you would never try to stop him. "It'll be a short mission. Just scouting."

"I know. That doesn't mean I still don't worry about you though," you sighed. "I love you Dick. And you've been apart of my life for so long now that I don't know what I would do without you."

"Then it's a good thing you'll never find out because I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Except for right now because I can smell Alfred's cooking and I'm starving," Dick kissed you one more time before running out of the room with you chasing behind.

The two of you were the last ones to make it there, not to mention that you had been running full speed and had hit your boyfriend as he suddenly stopped. You both fell to the ground right at Alfred's feet.

"You may be adults now but I swear you two are the most childish people I know," Alfred stated, looking down at you. You sheepishly smiled and took your spot at the table, which was beside Dick and across from Tim.

"Trust me, this one gets even weirder when we're alone," You jabbed your thumb in Dicks direction. He stuck his tongue out at you just to prove your point even more.

Dinner was as expected. It was the only time that they felt like a normal family that didn't live a second life. They talked about school, work, stuff that they wanted to do around the house. It made time go by too quickly.

Within the hour, Dick and you were washing the dishes while everyone else was doing their own thing. "Be safe out there tonight, I just have a bad feeling," you nudged Dick with your elbow.

"You know I'm always safe," he looked down at you.

"We both know that not true," you nearly snapped. There were too many occasions that your boyfriend barely made it home. Too many times were you were the one that had to stick him up or make sure he was still breathing. You wouldn't try to stop him from going out, but there was only so much stress you could take.

"Hey," Dick replied softly. He set down the towel he was holding and pulled you into a crushing hug. "I know sometimes I take risks out there but it has to be done. As much as I don't get along with Bruce, I do trust him with my life, and Tim. We get each other back home."

"Then what happened with Jason?" You pulled away, looking at him with tears swelled up in your eyes.

"Jason was reckless," he stated. "From the moment he put on the suit he thought he was invincible. What happened to him is a reality check that we all needed. We're not invincible and we have to always stay on guard."

"Jason wanted what was best for everyone, same as Bruce, same as Tim, and especially same as you. That's why I worry, because I know that when it comes down to it all of you would put your own life on the line to save another," You jabbed. "I can't lose anyone else."

You left the kitchen at that. Worrying was something you tried to avoid because it was useless to stress about something you couldn't change yet you always found yourself doing it anyways.

Needing some space, you decided it was best to go back to the apartment that night. You packed what you had scattered around and scurried down to the bat cave before they left.

You were just in time. They were all in their suits standing around the batmobile. "Please stay safe out there tonight," you said it every time they left and would continue to until the day they stopped.

Bruce only nodded at you while Tim dove in for a hug. He was still rather new at Robin in comparison to the rest of them, but you could tell that he would one day out smart all of them.

As soon as Tim let go of you Dick was quick to press his lips against yours. "I'll be home before you know it."

He knew you went through phases like this of over worrying. Past memories of the times any of them had gotten badly injured resurfaced and it was hard to focus on anything but the danger in the job. Dick couldn't blame you, sometimes those memories scared him too.

You stood by Alfred as everyone wheeled out of the batcave, arms wrapped around yourself in the cold room. There was no point in waiting around the manor, you wanted to be in your own bed at your apartment. It was a long enough drive and Dick and the rest of the boys were gonna be out for god knows how long.

"Good night Alfred, thanks for supper," you stood at the entrance of the manor, your car parked right out front. You had told Dick hundreds of times that you could pay for your own car but he had insisted that he would get it for you. However, you were sure that Bruce had a hand in it as well.

"It's always a pleasure to have you here Ms. (Y/N)," Alfred opened the door for you. "Drive safe."

And you had. No matter how reckless your boyfriend and his family was, you always tended to the safer side. It was out of habit from your parents, but you also wanted to keep yourself safe so that Dick had one less person to worry about when he was out on patrol. There was no point in both of you worrying about each other.

Your apartment with Dick was on the side of the city closest to Gotham. It made it easy for either of you to transit from one home to the other on a moment's notice. Driving on the empty highways late at night had always brought you peace. You didn't know why it was so calming, but it was.

Maybe because the quiet music that played in the background let you think properly or because it was because without the city lights you could actually see the stars. Either way, that drive had been just like the rest, calming, peaceful, and quiet. It was much the same when you walked into your apartment.

After not being in there for several days, the place felt cold. You flipped on the light and tiredly made your way to your bed room. It wasn't that late into the evening but you were wiped after the day that you had. When you shared a bed with Dick, generally the night ended with both of you sleeping without clothes, since he wasn't here, you settled on just one of his shirts.

You hadn't been able to fall asleep. Dick promised that he would be home earlier than normal that night but that feeling that filled your chest wouldn't go away. For hours you flipped and turned looking between your ceiling and your clock by the bed. Still no sign of him returning.

The utter desire to call and see if everything was okay nearly outweighed your knowledge of knowing not to call while they were out. You knew that with Bruce and Tim with him, Dick would be safe. He had been doing this for years, he knew what he was doing. You tried to shake off this feeling and fall asleep.

By the time that it passed three am, you finally heard the door open and close. You had been half asleep and by the time that you were fully awake, Dick Grayson stood at the foot of your bed, trying to not wake you. He had been all cleaned up from his night out and back into his civilian clothes.

Dick didn't take long to strip down to his underwear and join you in bed. Your warm limbs wrapped around him and your head on his chest. "What's got you all worked up like this?" he chuckled. After all these years, you were used to not worrying about him during the late hours of the night.

"Nothing," you told him. It was the truth, you really didn't know what had gotten over you that night. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Dick kissed the top of your head and squeezed you a little closer to him. He didn't like when you worried about him but it also gave him a constant reminder of what he had waiting for him every night. No matter what he faced, he knew that you were going to be the one to welcome him back with open arms. You were the reason that he fought so hard to bring safety back to the city.

"You're my home, Dick Grayson. You always have been."

[phoebehalliwell]

AU where Piper doesn't give up the godhood and instead disappears to parts unknown to cause chaos. Leo, up in Elderland, is drowning himself in his work as an escape. Phoebe, unable to deal with the trauma of losing yet another family member to magic, swears off magic and moves to Hong Kong with Jason. Paige is left trying to raise Wyatt and fight demons with only Chris for support.

yoooo fuckin grunge rendition & a perfect kickoff for a dark future tho in this dark future i don’t think it’s be like Evil Wyatt™ i think it’s be more like the world falls out of balance with the charmed ones severed and piper’s off fucking up shit i think we’ll put paige & henry together somehow in this au but like eventually they’re gonna have to leave the manor bc it’s such a seat of power and without the charmed ones they’re really vulnerable so henry’s like okay well i know you haven’t spoken with your sister in like almost a year but don’t you think it’s time let’s just go there so paige is like alright everyone pack your bags and chris is like i’m not going and paige is like what don’t be ridiculous of course you’re going and chris is like no i’ll stay here and protect the manor and paige is like you’ll die and chris is like i’m dying anyways. well, ceasing to exist, more like and paige is all like what sudden plot device are you springing on me now and chris is like well um in short i kinda fucked up and paige is like noah fence but i sorta got that when you made piper a god with no plan to get it out of her and chris is like yes okay i mean like globally i fucked up there but like on a personal level i also sorta fucked up? yeah. piper’s my mom. and paige is like !!!!!!! okay What??? and chris is like i needed to get close to the charmed ones to stop the dark future from happening i figured i could pose as your whitelighter you know stop the world from turning evil but that meant i had to get rid of leo. my dad. and paige is like okay i Need to sit down what the fuck What The Fuck and you did all this- and you- and now everything’s worse- and chris is like if it’s any consolation i’m pretty sure i at least got us off the evil dictator wyatt timeline and paige is like WHAT and chris is like yeah :/ but you’re- you’re doing a great job paige. if anyone can fix this, you can. sorry. and paige like goes downstairs and henry has wyatt and like a duffel and is like where’s chris and paige is like he’s staying behind and henry’s like what he can’t and paige is like no. he can. let’s go. and she orbs them out meanwhile chris’s math is telling him he’s got like a week maybe a week and a half til his conception so if there’s any time to use witchcraft it’s now i guess and he begins a ritual to tether him to the house. as long as it still stands, he’ll still be with it, guarding it from evil. it takes him almost a week to get the spell right, but he does it, unknowingly fusing himself with the nexus in the process. leo notices paige is gone and the house is empty and orbs in fearing the worst, only to find a chris that isn’t entirely chris well more like he is entirely chris and then some. he can tell he’s fused with the nexus. he’s also see-through, stuck permanently in the fade out of existence, but not to truly die until the house is gone. and leo has nothing to say. he has nothing to say bc everything here is his fault and this is all his doing and oh my god the world is falling apart and now there’s a ghost chris haunting the manor and he’ll never see his wife again and oh my god so he just sorta sits down in defeat and chris sorta sits down next to him like sorry i fucked all this up and leo’s like it’s not your fault. i did this and chris is like you can’t take all the blame i made the moves to put you in that position and leo’s like yeah and i still made them gods that was my own choice. and chris is like. did beat the titans tho. and leo’s like yeah lmao looks like we saved the world huh and chris is like yeah. it’s only going up from here. and it’s quiet for a minute and chris is like can i need to tell you something and leo’s like okay and chris is just like quiet and leo’s like are you actually gonna tell me and chris is like yeah but then he’s quiet again and leo’s just sorta like gonna sit there like let him take his time and they just like Sit There and after a while chris is like i’m your son and you know it’s not like leo was necessarily expecting anything but he really wasn’t expecting That and leo’s like like you’re my. like my son, like me & piper’s. son. and chris is like yeah :/ and leo’s just like oh. sorry. and chris is like for what? and leo’s like you had to come back to save the future clearly i fucked that one up to and chris is like no you didn’t. you... and leo’s like what and chris is like you never stopped believing in good. and he’s not entirely sure why he’s saying all this bc up until this very moment he thought that was his father’s biggest flaw and it’s what he hated about him but like right now. like what else can they really do but hope for the good in people. and leo’s like were we close? and chris is like no not really. and leo’s like oh :( and they just sit there. and after a while the elders chime and leo’s like i gotta go i guess. and chris is like yeah. and leo’s like i’m not giving up. not yet. we can still save the future. and chris just looks over at his dad and like leo means it like he’s got this look in his eyes this newfound fire and it sorta makes chris hope too and leo tries to pat chris on the shoulder but his hand sorta just waves through him but chris almost smiles like he gets the sentiment and leo orbs out and for the first time in like a long time chris just. cries. over in hong kong phoebe is hosting paige and henry (& baby wyatt) and she’s being cordial but it’s obvious she’s on edge and she’s practically begging paige to stay with her, to bind her magic. they’re protected and cloaked and they can live a normal life like they always wanted and paige is like i never wanted a normal life. i don’t want to live in a world without magic, i don’t want to live in a world without my sisters and phoebe’s like a world with magic is a world without your sisters. i should know. please don’t let it take you too.

okay this keeps going for another 3000 words i have no self restraint. the rest is under the cut

and paige really has to grapple with that because it’s sort of true. either she hides or she goes down fighting because it doesn’t seem like she can make it out of this one alive. and she knows if it was just her, she’d fight. she’d fight to the bitter end but it’s not just her it’s her and henry and baby wyatt it’s not just her. so it’s not just her decision to make. and phoebe says she can stay as long as she wants so long as she doesn’t practice any magic. demons can’t really track them if they never actively use their magic, and with the most basic wards phoebe set up, they’re practically invisible to the other side (jason has been informed about magic but he stays on a need to know basis). & paige hates it. i mean for starters she’s miles from home in a foreign country and while she still has her whitelighter gift of omnilingualism she sees phoebe tense up whenever she speaks mandarin so she stops using it around the house. and jason’s place is really nice and spacious and it’s not like they’re all living on top of one another but like paige feels insanely cooped up and she keeps watching the news and sees all these things happening and they’re like wow this is so unexplainable. experts are baffled. no scientific explanation. and she knows it’s magic and she knows she has to do something about it and henry can sense she’s getting antsy and he wants her to know that no matter what she chooses he’s behind her 100% and paige is like no it’s way too dangerous and henry’s like i don’t care paige i’m not going to sit on the sidelines and do nothing especially if this is as dangerous as you say it is and paige is like i can’t let you get hurt and henry’s like you don’t think i feel the same way? if we go down, we’re going down together. i’m with you in this. for better or worse. and paige is like okay. but just one thing first. and henry’s ready to argue to put up a fight but is completely caught off guard when paige says marry me. and phoebe is overjoyed to have a wedding and like jason’s completely willing to cover the whole thing because he hasn’t seen phoebe smile like this since piper went missing but paige and henry really don’t want all the bells and whistles so they just have a super lowkey ceremony in the living room which to be fair is huge & extravagant and has a beautiful view of the hong kong skyline and phoebe’s feeling like this happiness and hope that she hasn’t felt in such a long time and she even lets paige conjure a wedding dress even though paige said she was fine just getting married in one of phoebe’s nice white dresses phoebe’s like no this is your special day this is your wedding it should be yours it should be you and paige smiles and gives her a hug and even though phoebe’s powers are bound she can feel this tug from her empathy as if it’s trying to bubble to the surface. so blah blah blah paige and henry get married and they’re getting ready to like you know do their best to try to save the world namely to get piper back and they’re leaving wyatt with phoebe and jason but paige pulls phoebe aside like come with us. piper’s your sister too, you can save her. and phoebe’s like i can’t. i couldn’t then, i can’t now, i’m not strong enough. and paige is like i think that’s bullshit i think you are strong enough i think you’re just scared. and phoebe’s like paige you might think you know me but you don’t know me that well. i’m not scared; i’m terrified. and if i was strong enough, i’d stop you. i’d stop you from going on a suicide mission and i’d stop you from leaving me the last man standing but if there’s one thing it seems i’ve never been strong enough to do it’s save my sisters. and paige is like you saved me. way back in s4, you saved me. you are strong enough. come with me. and phoebe’s like i can’t blah blah blah henry’s been talking with jason because jason’s like oh are you gonna go save the world and henry’s like nah i’m probably just gonna die and jasons like oh. . is that like your game plan? and henry’s like paige is gonna try to find piper. she hopes if she can bring her back, she can fix the balance. and jasons like bring her back from where and henry sorta sighs that sigh that you sigh when you’re in way over your head and he’s like godhood and jason’s like excuse me and henry like yeah know all the freak storms that have been happening lately and jason’s like that’s piper? and henry’s like yeah and jason’s like shit. and he sort looks over at phoebe who’d like now in the kitchen and she’s got a death grip on a mug of tea and looks like she’s trying not to feel anything and henry looks over at paige who’s like basically putting on her war paint and stocking up on potion ingredients and this that and the other and both these lads know this situations fucked up and jason’s like look not that i’m trying to rush you off to your death but and henry’s like great start and jason’s like i own a satellite company or some bullshit blah blah blah basically we’ve been tracking these storms trying to figure out where the next one’s gonna hit and henry’s you can track piper. and jason’s like. yeah. i had no idea, but yeah. and henry’s like where’s the next one gonna be and jason makes a call blah blah blah it’s all in mandarin so henry has no idea what’s going on and jason’s like it looks like you have home field advantage. the next one’s gonna be in san francisco. and so paige and henry orb back to the manor and paige is like brewing potions like nobody’s business and henry’s like so what’s the plan and paige is like uhh to be perfectly frank there is no plan we’re just gonna wing it try to talk her down and if that doesn’t work... and henry’s like if that doesn’t work? paige is like try to stop her. and henry nods and paige is like it’s not too late to back out. and henry’s like not a chance. and paige is like brewing potions when chris floats in a paige is so shocked she almost blows up the whole attic adding an ingredient to a potion. and chris is like what’re you doing here? and paige is like you still exist? and henry’s like wait what does that mean? why can i see through you? and chris is like i tethered myself to the house. as long as it’s here i’m here. and paige is like that works?? and henry’s like you’re a ghost?? and chris is like i don’t think so. dad- leo says i’m the nexus. and paige is like you’re the nexus??? and henry’s like leo’s your father??? and paige is like yeah wait circle back you’ve talked to leo?????? and chris is like is like yes to all but can you answer my question and paige is like what was your question and chris is like why are you here and paige is like oh. and she’s looking at all her potions and like wondering whether or not she should tell chris she's here to throw hands with his mom when henry cuts in and says piper’s coming. and chris is like what? how do you know? and henry’s like jason’s weather tracking. a giant storm’s gonna hit in an hour, maybe two if we’re lucky. and with it- is gonna be my mom. and chris is like okay. what’s the plan. and paige is like there is no plan. and chris is like what do you mean there’s no plan? and henry’s like we’re gonna try to talk her down. chris is like and if that doesn’t work? and paige is like well then we try not to die. and chris is like well what are you going to say and paige is like ...i don’t know yet. it’ll come to me in the moment. and chris is like you’re joking and paige is like well do you have a better idea? and chris is like orbs out but when he does it’s like polluted with a dark smoke that paige recognizes as the nexus and she’s just like god this is so fucked up and then like lightning strikes and thunder rumbles and rain starts falling down and henry’s like i think it’s about to get worse. and paige like grabs a fistful of potions and she’s like you ready? and henry’s like there’s no one i’d rather face the end of the world with and takes her hand and they go out to the front steps of the manor and paige starts yelling to the sky like piper! piper it’s your sister! it’s paige! please come talk to me! piper! and like she and henry are already soaked to the bone and lightning strikes and brings down a tree near the side of the house but henry and paige stay standing and paige is like piper i’m not going anywhere! you’re my family; i’m not leaving! and piper’s like i don’t have a family. and she’s like a far cry from the party city goddess we saw in the season five her hair is long and wild and there seems to be vines growing intertwined with it and he dress has been soaked with mud and seawater and earth so many times it’s now like a fucked up brown and it’s got rips and tears that have been patched over by moss that seems to grow out of her skin and when she moves the earth seems to bend towards her. meanwhile in hong kong jason’s like why didn’t you tell me it was piper and phoebe’s like what and jason’s like this the world ending the apocalypse why didn’t you tell me it was piper? and phoebe’s like would it have made a difference? and jason’s like yes! phoebe she’s your sister, she means the world to you and phoebe’s like she’s not my sister anymore and jason’s like what and phoebe’s like that thing inside her, that power, it’s taken over. it’s not piper; piper would never do this. and she just sorta starts crying and jason pulls her in close and phoebe’s just like it’s not piper. i wish i had piper. and jason’s like i think you should go. with paige. i think you should go save her. and phoebe’s like what? and jason’s like i’ll watch wyatt. i can get you off the ground within the hour and have you land the as close as you can to san francisco, and i’ll- i’ll get a car to be there for you can you can drive the rest of the way but phoebe you need to be there. and phoebe’s like to do what? and jason’s like to tell her how much you need her. and phoebe just sort of wipes off her tears and is like okay and jason’s like i call the pilot and phoebe’s like there’s no time. i just need some rosemary, cypress, and yarrow root. and jason’s like what? and phoebe’s already like dragging stuff down from the cabinets and mixing it all in a bowl and like grabs a knife and jason’s just sorta like !!! and phoebe’s you know like power of the witches rise / course unseen across the skies / magic that i must unbind / a lost sister i must find and she looks over and jason and she’s terrified and jason kisses her and says i love you and phoebe says i love you too and she cuts open her finger spilling blood and chants blood to blood i call to you / blood to blood i return to and like a swirl of witches orbs and she’s gone and jason just hopes she comes back bc he’s got a ring ready for her when she does. and phoebe finds herself in the manor in the middle of what feels like a hurricane. and she can hear paige screaming outside. you do have a family, piper! we’re your family. and she hears piper scream and the earth shift and phoebe’s terrified like she might actually have a panic attack like terrified and she wonders if she should just go home where it’s safe but she looks around and. she is home. this is her home. and she can’t run anymore. and paige is still trying to talk piper down like wyatt still needs you! your son, wyatt, he needs his mother! and phoebe just hears a crashing sound and henry yelling like paige we need to get inside. and paige is like i’m staying right here! you hear that, piper? you’re gonna have to kill me, because there’s no way i’m leaving you! and phoebe like runs out in the pouring rain because she’s like 90% sure piper is about to kill paige so she just like. throws herself in front of paige, placing herself firmly between her and piper and yells piper! piper this isn’t you! you’re not a god you’re a charmed one! you’re my sister! you’re our family! and piper stops moving and it looks like tears might be running down her face but it might just be the torrential rain and phoebe starts walking towards her like you were there. when i was born. right in the living room piper you have been with me every second of my life! you taught me how to ride a bike! you let me back in after i ran away! and when i had lost myself to the greatest evil, when i thought i could never come back, you saved me, piper. come back. and she’d like a few feet away from piper and she can see how much this women changed how inhuman she’s become but it doesn’t matter bc she can still see piper and she just repeats like come back piper. come home. and thunder stops rumbling and the wind stops howling but it’s still a downpour of rain and paige hands all of her potions over to henry and runs over to piper and piper looks like a cornered animal and she just looks scared. she looks scared and angry and upset and she’s looking to phoebe and paige like she’s begging them to have the answers and paige is like you have a family. we’re your family. and piper’s like no. my family is gone. and phoebe’s like we’re right here. and piper words are just catching in her throat and she can’t even speak and when she hears the words i’m sorry, i should have never left you. the rain just stops all together and as she turns around to see leo her dress starts to disintegrate deteriorating like it would if it wasn’t held together by magic and she’s looking at leo like she can’t believe her eyes and leo just holds out his hands and is like i miss you, more than words can tell i miss you and i love you i never stopped i’ll never stop, piper... and there’s this insane amount of lightning and it just crackles everywhere and henry calls out because he’s sure paige just got fried and the whole place smells like ozone and when it clears and eyes adjust it’s piper, still a god, but different. moss no longer grows from her skin and vines don’t sprout from her hair, her ruined gown is back to a pristine white, and she’s holding leo’s hands. and leo’s just like come back home piper. and she hugs him, still crying as the essence of a god leaves her body. and phoebe and paige immediately make this a group hug completely forgetting boundaries bc like it’s piper again and they have waited so long to see piper again and piper just sort of. laughs, mixed in with a sob. and they all hold her so so super tight and she’s like okay people. can you let me breathe and uhh like Everyone is crying a lil bit (save for henry who’s just like. a lil bit confused) and piper goes back into the manor and sees like nexus!chris and she’s like woah why are you a ghost and chris is like it doesn’t matter. i’m gonna- i’m gonna go move on. it seems like the future’s saved, so... and leo’s like you don’t have to go. you could stay. and chris is like this isn’t my world. i’ve been clinging onto existence for too long, it’s time to let go and leo like looks at chris and he knows that he’s made up his mind and there’s no changing it so he just goes in to give chris a hug and when he does he actually cna make contact and he squeezes him tight and chris’s final words are just i love you, dad before he fades out of existence and piper’s like i’m sorry. dad? and leo’s like yeah um it’s a long story and piper’s like uh huh. and paige is like also i got married! and henry’s like hi. and piper’s like uh huh! okay! and she turns to phoebe like any surprises from you? and phoebe’s like no. um i’ve been going to a lot of therapy. and piper’s just like. alrighty then. and she’s sorta looking around the house and it’s sorta a shitshow like it’s been near destroyed by the storm and she’s just like you know looking around like fuck i really did all this oh god i just did like a lot of this i did a lot of damage around the world and leo notices her and is like. you know. by magic done can be magic undone. and piper’s like excuse me? and leo’s like whatever you did as a god. it can be reversed. it won’t change the memories of the time lost but... and piper’s just sort of nodding and she’s like it sounds like we’ll need the power of three and paige is like i can’t tell you how good it feels to hear that again and the girls all hold hands and close their eyes and phoebe starts off like a world out of balance a sisterhood broken / reunited and healed with these words spoken and paige is like we call on the power of three to guide us / drawing on good magic to save us from crisis and piper’s like to reverse the damage and harm that was done / we three witches ask as one and like top it off with an in unison as we will it / so mote it be and like you know a soft gold light like pours out and flows over everything you know the clouds part and the sun shines and the trees right themselves and glass repairs itself and henry’s like woahhh bc like he’s never seen magic on this level before and paige can’t help but smile and she kisses him and like piper’s with leo and phoebe’s like word. cue the screech of burning rubber sound of pounding footsteps and desperate knocking on the door and phoebe’s like i’ll get that i guess and she opens the door to find jason dean red faced and out of breath on her doorstep and phoebe’s like surprised and she goes in to hug him but as soon as he sees her he like drops to one knee and still trying to catch his breath pulls out a ring like phoebe halliwell will you marry me? and phoebe’s like !!! yes! and like jason’s driver comes up the front steps holding baby wyatt and he’s sorta hovering behind like is this jason’s baby he seems a lil busy right now i guess i’ll keep holding this kid when wyatt sees piper and is like mama! and orbing right out of that man’s handing into piper’s arms and jason’s like yeah uh pretend you didn’t see that and the drivers like yeah. i’m gonna go wait in the car. blah blah blah happy ending wyatt telekinetically closes the door.

[shattersstar]

hello i love you!! would you please write viridity with jason whenever you get the chance? you are such a gem 💗

viridity: (n.) innocence + jason todda/n: somewhat inspired off little lion man by mumford and sons. Also i read gem as germ and i was like, yes i am a germ snsnbs but ty for the request, sorry for taking a while & feedback is always appreciated 

Jason was already smiling before he opened the door, the thought of coming home to you had him grinning like an idiot. Home, such an odd concept for Jason to feel so content in. He had lived places before, but remnants of home often vanished far too quickly. Often left him alone in hollow walls with very full tears. That loneliness had always been terrifying, for when that happiness was torn away, it would hurt so more than anything. But, than again it would hurt too much to keep you at arms length. The thought of denying you any of his joy was another ache Jason couldn’t live with. It was one or the other and, now, was all he cared about. The future could wait.

His boots were undone and jacket hung up as he called out your name. Another story danced on his tongue as he headed towards your bedroom. It felt like a million years ago when he would insist on sleeping in the couch, only for you to drag him down the hall. You would brush of his protests, telling him that if he wanted to sleep on a couch, he can do it at his place. Now his place was here, with you.

The door creaked open, “You’ll never guess what Mrs. Wal–” Jason’s voice died as you looked up at him. Your lashes were slick with tears as you a gun laid in front of you, along with his uniform. Save his trademark helmet. “What the fuck Jason?” You breathed, not moving from your spot on the ground. Jason faintly remembered each time you’d smack his arm when he swore in public, “there are children.” You’d frown, as he raised his hand in a palacating manner.

“Y/n, I–”

“Can explain?” You snapped, eyes glazed over with unsheathed tears. Looked like the future had no intention of waiting.

He sighed, “Yes.”

“Than go ahead, tell me how you can comeback to bed every night after murdering people! Explain why you never told me, why you dragged me into this with no say in it. Go ahead, you’re always so good with your words, so explain.” Normally, Jason wouldn’t have entertained an explanation with anyone who talked to him like that, but it was you. Anger was itching in his mind, but he wasn’t angry at you, not when you were crying on the bedroom floor all because you put your heart on the line for him.

“How’d you find it?”

“Seriously?” You scoffed, leaning back on your hands.

“I wouldn’t ever hurt you.”

“That provides little comfort Jason.”

“I mean it.”

“How can I believe you? How can I believe anything you’ve ever said? What if I was just some, some mission for y–”

“You weren’t.” Jason stepped passed the threshold, voice straining in his throat.

“So what? That’s not what matters, don’t you get it Jason? I have to move now because I don’t feel safe anymore.”

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to you!” He shouted as his agitated hands tugged at his hair. This was all slipping away to fast and Jason felt as if he was trapped on the sidelines watching it all happen.

“That’s the thing, you shouldn’t have to do that in the first place. You shouldn’t worry I could be killed because of the life you lead and if you did, than you should’ve told me.”

“But you would’ve left.”

“Exactly, and it would’ve spared us all of this.” You were standing now, gesturing around you. “I have to give up part of my life now.”

“You don’t have to move or chan–”

“I meant you. I have to give up you.” Jason suddenly couldn’t fill the air with anymore explanations or remarks. And his silence broke something in you as he stood there, staring off to the outside world, while the world you build crumbled to dust. You gritted your teeth, screaming before you could calm yourself, “You’re not the one losing it all!” Hot tears stained your skin as your nails dug into your hands. “It’s not only moving, or a not having you, it’s everything. The news I’ll never watch, the lies I’m gonna have to tell people about us, all the memories of us are tainted!”

“I’m losing you.”

“Stop. Please. Besides me what’re you really losing? Who’s going to have to second guess every memory, wonder about each story from ‘work’, why we never did certain things, think about all those cover stories, I get nothing, bu–but pain for this. And what if I died Jason? Who would my family blame, my friends, who would you?”

“Christ, babygirl you know I’d protect you.” His strong hands came to your biceps, thumbs brushing over the fabric of your shirt just like he’d always do when the world got too much.

“You still don’t get it. Doesn’t matter who did it, wouldn’t it still be your fault for dragging me into this shit?” Jason recoiled from you, you were always so kind and understanding. You’d kiss the wounds that bared his soul, but now you were the one to tear him apart.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you.” He spat, that anger finally getting too consuming. You nodded, tongue swiping over your chapped lips.

“There he is, the Red fucking Hood.”

You walked passed him, not letting him reach for you wrist as you slipped into the living room. You were doing up your laces, fingers shaking as you used the back of your hand to dispel your tears. Jason appeared not too long after, pinching the bridge of his nose. You yanked your jacket off the back of the chair, swiping your keys and phone from the coffee table. “I’m staying at my mom’s till I find a new place, but I want all your stuff gone by tomorrow.” You said, flipping open the deadbolt. Jason didn’t say anything, only crossing his arms over his broad chest. Your fingers wrapped around the handle, but you remained unmoved.

“Were you,” You broke off in a sob, head resting against the door. “Were you ever gonna tell me?” Jason resisted the urge to pull you into his chest, fingers just pressing harder into his arm.

“I don’t know.”

“I think that’s the most honest thing you’ve said.” You looked over at him, biting your cheek as you squeezed your eyes shut. Jason only swallowed, eyes unable to hold your gaze. You nodded to yourself, a dry laugh falling from your lips. You had loved Jason, truly, but you knew you could never forgive him for this. If you found out today, tomorrow, or Jason ended up telling you, it wouldn’t have changed anything. Jason had lost you the day he chose to keep part of him locked away.

You left without another word, the door closing with a soft click. Jason wished you slammed it, leaving some sound to resonate in these now hollow walls.

[schweeeppess]

“But I must also feel it as a man.”

A/N: I don’t need an excuse for writing cdbfvw what are you talking abouttttt. 

This takes place in the regular comics, with only two things amended: Bruce slit the side of Jason's neck open like he did in Under The Red Hood, and Jason hasn't attacked Tim, at all. Damian isn't in the picture, and neither are Cass and Duke.

Jason's about nineteen-twentyish.I really hope you guys enjoy! I banged this out in, like, three hours? Four, tops?

Warnings: Jason curses

Batman stared at the boy-come-man sitting across from him, hands cuffed to the table, green eyes bright in self-vindication. The white streak of hair over his eyes didn’t lessen the passionate fire that burned in the green oceans.

“You killed again.”

It wasn’t a question, but Jason still answered him.

“Yes.”

Shoulders tightening at the answer, and fists curling, Bruce said, “We don’t kill, Jason.”

“I haven’t been part of your collective ‘we’ since you slit my throat,” Jason hissed, the fiery green in his eyes flaring up, his own hands balling into fists, and the muscles on his arms tensing and visibly straining under the fabric of his grey long-sleeved shirt. “So, next.”

“You promised.”

“They were child traffickers that raped the kids and got them hooked on drugs to force them to stay! You know how my mom died! You know my childhood!”

“We had a deal, Jason.”

“I don’t give a shit about your moral superiority, Bruce!” Jason shouted, slamming a fist down hard on the table, making the glasses of water jump a little.

Bruce merely blinked, unbothered by the outburst, and Jason kept talking.

“Fuck you, Bruce, fuck you,” he seethed, eyes flashing again. “Maybe I’d put up with this shit if it was on a different case—just maybe—but no. No. Not this one. They were child traffickers. They were rapists. They were drug dealers that forced addictions on these children.”

Jason’s hands shook and Bruce was struck with the feeling that Jason wasn’t seeing him, instead seeing something or someone else.

His voice lowered to a whisper.

“Do you know how many bodies I found, B? How many ten-year-olds and eight-year-olds died of overdosing?” His eyes re-focused on Bruce, and Bruce simply sat there.

“Ask me.”

Bruce decided to comply, though dread was coursing throughout him as surely as blood did, weighing his heart and limbs down like anchors.

He inhaled a little then forced the question out.

“How many?”

“Thirty-eight.”

Bruce’s mind spun at the number and his breath hitched. He was left reeling, struggling to maintain his composure, and Jason sat there, gazing emptily at a wall.

“Thirty-eight,” Jason repeated, voice lackadaisical. “And I don’t know how many more are going to be struggling with their addictions and rehab.”

Still struggling, Bruce chose that sentence to grasp hold of and re-center himself with. “Didn’t you count the children?”

“Oh yeah. I know how many I removed from those warehouses.” Jason’s eyes lazily slid back over to Bruce, and his body loosened up as he leaned back in his seat, feigning boredom or indifference. “I just don’t know how many of them are going to kill themselves.”

And that kicked Bruce back down the flight of stairs he’d just struggled to climb with truth.

“I…” Bruce closed his eyes and took a breath. “I’m sorry.”

He heard a loud crash and his eyes snapped open to see Jason standing, chest heaving, his glass of water in shards on the ground.

“You’re fucking sorry?! Are you fucking kidding me?” Jason laughed bitterly, throwing his head back.

“Oh, oh that is just rich!”

Jason looked back at Bruce, who hadn’t said a word, and still smiling joylessly asked, “And what, dare I ask, exactly are you sorry for?”

Bruce didn’t hesitate with his answer.

“All of it.”

He stood, Jason tilting his head back a fraction to look Bruce in the lenses of his cowl, and moved to take the cuffs off.

Stunned, Jason merely stood there as the hand cuffs fell off his wrists and Bruce returned to his seat, easing himself into the chair again.

“I know that saying I’m sorry won’t do anything, Jay, and that is… unfortunate. So, I’d like to try this all again.” He gestured to the empty chair with a gauntleted hand.

When Jason didn’t budge—didn’t even blink, actually—Bruce sighed and lowered his cowl.

Lifting his blue eyes that seemed to grey right with his hair, Bruce met Jason’s strong green gaze.

Jason was in every way Bruce’s opposite, but in those very ways he was almost exactly like Bruce himself. His passion that fueled what he did, his stubbornness, his iron will. They even bore physical likeness. Jason was almost as tall as Bruce, and the older man had a suspicion his son would grow taller, his broad shoulders, his massive build. One would look at Jason beside Bruce and could be forgiven for mistaking them as biologically related.

But certain aspects of Jason were far from similar to Bruce’s. The way he forgave, the thirst for approval, the need for acceptance, his compassion, the way he would do anything for family, friends, and even literal strangers. Jason planned things to the very letter, but would throw those plans right out the window for somebody. Bruce planned things the same way, and was only forced to abandon them; he never willingly disregarded them for anybody. The only exception had been Jason, in Ethiopia, but nothing had been planned, then.

None of that was Bruce.

Yes, he forgave, but not as readily as Jason did. Yes, he was compassionate, but not to Jason’s level. Yes, he would do anything for his family and friends, but that was where he drew the line at anything, and even then he had one exception: He wouldn’t kill, not even for them. Jason had no such reservations.

And it was just part of what made Jason, Jason. Bruce hated that he was only just realizing that it was as much a part of his son as Batman was a part of Bruce; he hated that it took Jason’s fury, Bruce containing him in a room against his will, and a shouting match for him to understand and even try to grasp the concept.

Because Jason was still his son.

Jason died.

But he came back.

Maybe he came back different, but he came back all the same.

As Jason gritted his teeth and forced himself to take his seat again, it suddenly wasn’t grown Jason moving.

It was Robin Jason, and he was steaming about a case involving a rapist and murderer, those teal eyes aflame in the very same passion that burned within adult Jason’s permuted green eyes.

Bruce’s mouth went dry.

Jason crossed his arms, suspicion pulling at his lips and eyes.

“Try what again,” Jason deadpanned. “This?” he gestured between himself and Bruce, “This isn’t one of your romantic relationships, where you can fix it with a box of chocolates, some roses, and an ‘I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again’ Bruce.”

“I understand,” Bruce said, clearing his throat a little as his mind shook off the brief memory. “And I’m not going to treat it like one. I want to try and fix it, Jason, but only if you will let me.”

Jason didn’t say anything for what felt to be an eternity, instead looking for something in Bruce’s eyes.

Bruce waited.

When he finally seemed satisfied, Jason’s entire body went lax and he leaned back in his seat and gazed up at the rocky ceiling.

“Why now? You just arrested me for murder, and I’m pretty sure you were gonna cart me off to Blackgate or Arkham as soon as you realized that I’m not like your Rouges gallery: I’m irredeemable, unable to rehabilitate, and a psychotic killer who just adores breaking promises he makes to his friends, family, and himself.”

Where there was once a raging fury and passion in Jason’s eyes, there was now nothing but exhaustion and pain. There was confusion and resignation.

Bruce owed him a straight answer after two lifetimes without one.

“Because I love you, son.” His grey-blue eyes flicked to the scar just visible over the collar of Jason’s jacket, and he grimaced. “Hurting you is something I regret every second of every day. Adding a scar to the myriad on your body makes me want to puke, and I hate myself for it with every breath I take.

“I… didn’t react the way I should have when you came back, Jason,” Bruce whispered, looking back to Jason’s eyes. “And I am very sorry for that. I tried not to let my emotions bias my actions, but regardless they did, and I see that now.

“When you were Robin I told you that everyone, no matter who they are, has a chance at changing their lives. I told you that it’s why we never kill; because every life taken is one that didn’t get a second chance. The Joker I don’t believe will ever change, and I don’t kill him now because that would be betraying myself. If I were to stab him, or shoot him, or break his neck, I’d be stabbing myself. I’d be shooting myself. I’d be killing myself. If I kill, Jason, I’m betraying all of you right along with my morals.

“I expected you to hold fast to my morals—expected you to take them as your own—so I was hurt when you took lives. I feel betrayed when you kill. And I realize and acknowledge my mistake now. I thought that you killed because it was the easiest thing to do.

“Jason, I am sorry for forcing my values onto you and holding you to them. I am sorry for hurting you, I’m sorry for fighting you and making you feel unwelcome, unloved, and abandoned.

“I’m sorry for betraying you.”

Bruce held his son’s gaze throughout the entirety of his speech before pausing to close his eyes, collect himself again, and opening them to continue.

“I can’t promise that it won’t hurt me in the future if or when you kill, but I can promise that I won’t make you feel like an outsider or an outcast because of it. You are my son, you always have been, and I truly apologize for being blinded by the very thing many people believe me incapable of having—my feelings. If you’d give me the chance to be part of your life again—to be your father—I promise I won’t throw it away or mess up as badly as I did the first time.

“Even if you don’t want me to be your dad, and reject this, I ask that you at least try and not be so openly hostile with your brothers. They all want you back, Jason, even Timothy, who hasn’t even met you yet. Don’t let your grudge against me get in the way of having your brothers, at least, if you feel you won’t have me.”

Now finished, Bruce waited for Jason.

Minutes passed in silence before Jason did anything more than breathe and blink, and the moment he seemed to return to himself moisture collected in his eyes.

His voice cracked a little as he spoke, and it broke something in Bruce’s heart to hear his son’s voice so vulnerable.

“But you replaced me, Bruce. How am I supposed to take that? I die, and not six months later you’ve got a new Robin flying next to you.” Jason didn’t bother to wipe at his eyes as they welled up with tears, instead continuing to stare at Bruce unashamedly. “What am I supposed to do then?”

Pain floored Bruce internally, and he felt his own eyes start tearing up with Jason’s. He tried to blink away the tears.

“Tim never replaced you, Jason. Never.”

“Yeah? ‘Cause that’s a pretty convincing suit he puts on, albeit with pants.”

“I didn’t go looking for him.”

“Did you go looking for me?”

“I—you know what I mean. He came to me, Jason. Literally knocked on the door and blackmailed Dick and myself. What was I supposed to do? He knew I was Batman, that Dick was the first Robin, and that you were the second. He knew that the cover story was a lie. He knew, Jason. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t risk Dick’s safety, Alfred’s safety, just because the neighbor boy was insistent. I tried using the Brucie act, but he stole the Robin suit and went out. I sent him home. He did it again the next night. And the next, and the next, until I took him in because he and had no training, and the approval of Dick and Alfred. He would have gotten killed if I didn’t, and damn me if I was going to watch another Robin die.”

His voice nearly took a pleading note as he asked Jason, “What was I supposed to do?”

The tears in Jason’s eyes finally started slipping down his face as he tried to keep his twitching lips in a thin line and he fisted the cloth on his arms.

Bruce licked his lips and finished with, “I love you Jason. Nobody could ever replace you.”

“The plaque says ‘A Good Soldier’,” Jason tried to argue in a shaky voice.

“That was me being an ignorant idiot, and I’ll go destroy the case as soon as—”

“You’d really do that?”

Bruce paused, brow twitching a little in confusion. “What? Destroy that insult to you? Of course, son. I’m sorry I ever put it up.”

Jason stood, shoving himself up and out of the seat, and pointed a shaking finger at Bruce.

“If you mean that, then let’s go. Let’s destroy that thing right the fuck now.”

And Bruce stood up and said, “Okay.”

He walked out of the interrogation room he had in the Batcave and left the door open for Jason, who was right on his heels, heading for the emergency axe he had by the Batcomputer.

Bruce grabbed it and handed it to Jason, taking a second for himself.

For a minute his hand was there, extended out toward Jason, holding the axe for his son to take, and Jason hesitated.

Then he snatched the weapon and Bruce went to walk toward the memorial case.

The entire time both were silent. The entire cave was, even the bats who usually squeaked often enough for there never to be true quiet. Dick was on patrol with Tim. Alfred was probably in the Manor. It didn’t matter, because that meant that this moment would belong to Bruce and Jason alone, as they stood before the case.

Bruce’s gut twisted in disgust as he re-read the plaque.

In memory of Jason Todd

Robin

A good soldier

What had he been thinking, making that thing?

Face contorting into a scowl Bruce lifted the axe and swung as hard as he could at the glass, hitting it hard enough to watch several satisfying cracks spiderweb from the spot he’d hit it.

He did it again, and it cracked even more.

The third time, Jason swung before he could, hitting it with force enough that probably matched Bruce’s.

The glass was almost broken.

The final blow Jason and Bruce made at the same time.

As the case cracked and splintered to the ground, Jason threw the axe on the ground and himself at Bruce, arms wrapping tight around his father as he started crying into the Batsuit.

Bruce dropped his own axe and returned the embrace tightly, putting a hand on the back of Jason’s head as the other held his son close. He rested his mouth on Jason’s head, squeezing his eyes shut as emotion flooded him.

The last time he’d held Jason he couldn’t remember, and he hated himself even more for that.

A tear slipped down his cheek and he held his trembling and sobbing son closer.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so, so, sorry.”

Jason replied between his silent sobs.

“I forgive you, dad.”

“I love you, Jaylad. God I missed you.”

And they both cried in each other’s arms.

                                                “I shall do so,

                                     But I must also feel it as a man.

                              I cannot but remember such things were

                     That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on

                         And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,

                        They were all struck for thee! Naught that I am,

                             Not for their own demerits, but for mine,

                     Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now.”

                                 —Macduff in Macbeth by William Shakespeare

The title comes from Macbeth :D

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[slashed-dreamzzz]

Hey i really love your writing and what would be the slashers reaction that their s/o was goddess of war?

Hmmm….Okay

Jason would be utterly shell-shocked once you had decided to reluctantly tell him the truth of your long, long past as a once revered deity of war. He had always known something about you was more….venerating than everyone else. Even before you had revealed your secret as a goddess gone into hiding, Jason had always treated you as someone he would gladly worship at your feet, a byproduct of his undying devotion to you. But this puts everything into a whole new perspective. Jason would bow his head in reverence and kneel at your feet, feeling more than humbled in your divine presence. You can’t help a slight chuckle at this act of submission from this hulk of a man, and slowly cross your arms in amusement. “You may rise, Jason. I don’t expect anyone to kneel before me anymore.” His head rises to meet your eyes, and he stands to his full height with an air of awe. You approach him with grace and proceed to wrap your arms around his wide torso. “I’m still just me, Jason. I don’t want any special treatment.” You give another chuckle. “I’ve had enough of that to last me the rest of my eternal lifetime.” It takes him a minute to get over the shock until he finally reciprocates your gesture, thinking how truly lucky he is such a divine being such as yourself sees him worthy of your affections.

Freddy wouldn’t even believe you at first, thinking it was just another one of your shitty jokes or pranks you tended to subject him to. He quickly changed his mind once you summoned a legion of swords in a divine light and pointed the tips right at his scarred face, giving a slight smirk at the absolutely dumbfounded look he was sporting. It’s the first time you recall Freddy actually acting nervous. You can’t help but feel smug at your ability to make even the most hard headed of mortals cower in awe. He too was once a mortal, as much as he vehemently denies his human past, and such concepts about gods have not completely left him, it seems. Freddy’s first thought is how he suddenly regrets giving you so much shit about about your poor sense of humor. How the hell was he to know you were a fucking goddess? Apparently a kick-ass one at that too! Once you decide to stop holding the swords over his head ready to impale at your command, Freddy’s a bit unsure with how to proceed. You being a divine being and all that is going to make him question whether it’s worth it for you to hang around a demon such as himself. You keenly observe his inner turmoil, and decide to solve it the best way you know how ( going to war over petty grievances had stopped being appealing centuries ago). Clearing your throat, you begin with a slight grin. “What do you call a fake noodle?” Freddy shuts his eyes and groans. Your smile grew even wider. “No, don’t even-”  You giggle in delight.“An impasta!” Another groan, this time louder. “Are you gonna smite me if I don’t laugh at that thing you call a sense of humor?” “I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to.” “Goddammit.”

Michael would simply stare at you, thinking you were just referring to what you wanted to be for Halloween next year. He would quietly agree that yes, being a goddess of war could definitely be an acceptable costume. While not the scariest per say, he would go along with it since you seemed so adamant about it. You could see that your words weren’t quite getting through to Michael, as he seems to be nodding at something only he can see. You give a small sigh and drop your head. With a slight wave of your hand, a bright light begins to shine throughout the room, and before Michael can pull out his knife in self defense a magnificent sword is resting in your palms, worn yet still sturdy even after centuries of use. Knife now raised in mid air, Michael gapes at the unearthly display before him. Apparently being a goddess of war was more than just a costume for you. You let Michael carefully observe the sword for a few more moments before speaking. “Sometimes, Michael, I forget how many lives I’ve taken. Far more than you’ll ever be able to conceive. Perhaps it’s for that reason why I find the two of us so alike at times.” You gaze absentmindedly at the weapon in your hand, memories flooding forth in waves. Michael looks up from the sword to your face and notices how your eyes have glazed over slightly, lost in a time he was never meant to bear witness to. From now on, Michael is more wary of you, still unable to accept the idea of a divine being truly being on earth. His stalking only increases as he struggles to process your true identity.

Leatherface would gaze in astonishment at your revelation, it only serving to make you even more beautiful and powerful in his eyes. While your summoning sword trick is incredibly neat, he can’t help but feel intimidated now. A strong goddess such as yourself shouldn’t settle for someone….like him. Bubba thought you were totally beyond his reach as a human, but now that he knows you are an eternal being, one fully capable of demolishing entire continents if need be, his inferiority fears are brought once again to the surface. In the back of his mind he knows you do love him….it’s just the reason why he can’t figure out now. You’ll notice how Bubba seems to be retreating from your company bit by bit, too overwhelmed by what you truly are to be in your presence. Every time you try to approach him with a warm smile, he visibly tenses up. Your face falls, and a sharp feeling of despair pierces your immortal soul. All you had wanted was to share an important part of yourself with the one you love. All it did was push him away. In your melancholy you berate your rush to reveal such an overwhelming aspect of who you are. Bubba is a sensitive soul, you know should have taken that into more consideration in the first place. To regain the normality of before, you begin to leave him small offerings of sweets around the Sawyer house and his basement, more than willing to wait for him to feel comfortable again. Eventually Bubba comes around to who you really are, but not without weeks of questioning both himself and you.

[coffee-randomness]

Hugs and prayers

Word count: 1,394 (I got a bit overboard with this, sorry)

Warning: Religious mentions

Tagging: @speedypan @maruthor @nightwing-rules @insideoflit

At night, the church seemed like a whole different place; more sacred, more private and ironically, less religious. Somewhere to truly connect with God and not with people; and perhaps that was exactly what he needed.

He glanced at the suffering expression sculpted in the face of Jesus Christ and lifted his fingers to his forehead like he had saw the people doing at the mass from a couple days ago.

Jason knew that it was a stupid idea. But he didn’t care; he needed to proof himself that he didn’t belong in some place like Arkham, or worse, in hell. He laughed at the thought, hell was pretty much close to being all he knew, so why was he so afraid of it?

The truth is he felt ridiculous somehow. People go to churches to find acceptance and approval, and he felt like he was in the wrong place to look for forgiveness, especially when all the company he had there was himself.

He sat in front of the altar, thinking that maybe it would be more comfortable to say all the things he haven’t and won’t say again, that way. Taking a deep breath, he let his guards down and closed his eyes.

That’s why he didn’t notice Lucy walking with careful, little steps a couple meters behind him. And she didn’t notice him until she tripped and hit a foot with one of the stalls closest to her.

All while hissing and tilting her head up, her eyes stumbled upon the unfamiliar figure sitting by the altar. It was a tall, masculine figure, with strong arms and an extensive back. That was all she could register before she heard him cry. A little, broken sound that made her heart shiver. Lucy fixed her gaze on his shoulders, watching them shake, almost violently, and not so sure of what to do next.

Inside her mind, she made a list of all the reasons why someone would come at a church late at night: They needed a place to spend the night, a meal… or consolation. Taking a good look at the built body of the man, he didn’t look like needing the two first ones. That left her with consolation, and a feeling of uneasiness started growing inside her stomach.

The sisters were the ones in charge of comforting people; talking to them about God and making them feel loved. She had seen them doing so, but she knew better than anyone the differences between thoughts, actions and experience. Besides, physical contact wasn’t exactly her thing.

She approached him silently, trying to have a better view of the intruder and to decide on her course of action.

Close enough to see his clothes, the color of his hair and, if he turned around, his face, Lucy realized he was wearing a leather jacket and jeans that, by the shape of the bundles on them, had some kind of weapon hidden underneath; weapons were clearly banned from the church.

But weapons had never scared her, growing up in Gotham city; they were a common object for her, like a chair or a light bulb. Furthermore, they weren’t a threat to her life.

It was his voice that made her freeze on her spot.

‘’Hello God, if you’re really there’’ Deep and rusty with sadness, Jason’s words echoed through the walls, filling the air around them for a brief moment, and even though she was told to close the main doors by the father, she couldn’t find the courage to tell him to get out; after all, that was not what the sisters had taught her.

‘’We haven’t talked in quite some time, how are things up there? How’s mom? ... You know? You better not answer that’’ Lucy saw him lifting a hand to run it through his hair, an uncomfortable gesture. ‘’Look, I know I pretty much fucked up by doing what I did, and I know I haven’t been the best of your sons… damn it, I feel ridiculous doing this’’ He let out a sigh and another cry escaped out of his lips.

Lucy took a little step in his direction, she felt as if she was interrupting a private moment, but she also felt like she needed to do something for the sake of that man. He sounded broken, lost.

‘’Look, I’m just so sorry, even if they fucking deserved it, I know I shouldn’t… It’s just… Shit, I don’t promise anything, all I’m asking for is a chance to do better, so… I need you holy crap, I need to know at least you are here for me, that at least you will…’’ His voice cracked and he was unable to continue talking, for a couple minutes, whines and cries filled the room.

‘’You know, God is always there, whether you need him or not. He’s there, and he’ll always be’’ She didn’t know where she found the strength to talk through the knot in her throat. ‘’I don’t think you are as bad as you say you are, I don’t think God thinks it either’’

‘’You don’t know me’’ He replied shaking his head, without moving to look at her. She wondered if he knew she was there all along.

‘’I don’t need to. Bad people don’t feel guilt’’ Jason turned around to look at her, his eyes a light shadow of red, tired, his gaze cold. ‘’God loves and forgives everyone, no matter how…’’

‘’It’s easy for you to say that, sister’’ He responded sarcastically, taking a look at her nun habit.

‘’I’m not a nun yet’’ Lucy clarified ‘’and that doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that God loves you’’

‘’Go away; you don’t want to get close to someone like me. I could hurt you, I could…’’

‘’I’m not scared of you’’ Lucy cut him off, standing in front of him and connecting her golden eyes with his blue ones, trying to let him know that she was being sincere. ‘’I’m sure you’re not a bad person’’

Jason gave the impression of danger, like the kind of guy the sisters would tell her to avoid because he came followed by sin. But he also seemed fragile and lightweight to her, like the kind of guy who needed warmth to confirm his right to exist in the world.

And that’s why she decided to surround him, a total stranger, with her arms; aware of the uselessness of the action, but willing to try it anyway. Kneeling down, it felt weird at first, and he restarted his crying, giving up to her and ignoring the tight squeeze around his shoulders, where her chin rested.

‘’You’ve been given a second chance tonight pal, you don’t have to right all your wrongs, but you can try to go on with your life, try to make things better’’

Biting her lower lip, Lucy shifted the weight from one knee to the other, surely, she’ll have red marks on them the next morning, but that wasn’t what preoccupied her at the moment. Maybe he didn’t want her to hug him; after all, they didn’t even know each other’s name. Maybe she was making him feel uncomfortable.

Feeling insecure, she tried to pull away, but was surprised when Jason rested his hand on her elbow, preventing her from moving. She felt his other hand in her high back and let out a sigh of relief: he was hugging her back. Letting the self conscious thoughts slip away, she fidgeted till her head was pressed against his chest, and he imitated her moves, his face nesting in the space between her neck and shoulder; his tears still falling, getting her blouse wet.

It was not for her to care about who he was and the horrible things he claimed had done. All that Lucy cared about was that he regretted it. Regret it to the point of willing to stop his cries and turning his regrets into actions persecuting his own forgiveness. Regret it to the point of willing to be better.

‘’Thanks’’ Jason said after a while, truly meaning it. Hugging Lucy like that gave him a feeling of calm, like he was being granted with a piece of heaven for a short amount of time.

And before she could answer him, they heard the shots coming from outside.

[abovethedead]

Right Man for the Job

By Mike Decker

 Writing prompt: Holiday Spirit

   It was almost like blizzard conditions; a complete whiteout, yet you could see the fear of god in their faces as they sail through the air, crash landing to the ground, with the fear transforming to complete hysterics while Nick, and his daughter, Joy, work hard to regain control of their speeding sled. Tumbling off and rolling to the ground as the sled goes on without them, they lay there on the ground unable to rise from the extreme laughter of their wild adventure.

 His laughter continued after they finally rose and the first thing out of her mouth was, "Can we watch Halloween, when we get home?". He pointed out the irony of watching a scary movie at Christmas, but she insisted by simply stating, "But I love it", and of course he gave in, but not without a few tickles to her belly and a warning that she's still too young for anything other than the tv version. "I know you're going to grow up to be the next Tim Burton someday, but not this day!", he adds as he picks her up over his shoulder (Joy laughing) and heading up the hill demanding one more ride. It was the first white Christmas of her life and the best overall, of both their lives...

 The following morning, it got even better! With Joy soon turning 9, Nick knew it could be her final year with an imagination young enough to believe in the magic of Santa. He wanted the North Pole to deliver something more special than before, and deliver they did as Joy was in complete "joy" with the high spirited kitten who was leaping over and through the gifts with more speed and dramatics than her sled ride with Dad! It was almost an hour before she even began on the other gifts, which completely stuffed the entire room...

 Less than an incredibly long year later, the joy was over. Joy laying in her hospital bed, head shaved and fighting for her final moments; has one final wish to make. Before pronouncing her love for him one final time; she made her dad promise to look after Chrissy, and to give her the best life ever. She passed moments later, and it was a lifetime of extreme emotions before Nick could leave her side...

 Once alone, Nick was fighting the anger that kept disrupting his emotions. He simply wanted to be sad. But he could not help looking upward (at God) while trying to restrain that anger. He was losing that battle. "Not a god damn thing I've begged you for, have you given me", shaking his head with too many emotions to continue, until, "And now, when all I want to do is be done with this cold lonely world", again fighting back the emotions, before going on, "You go and make her request something (crying out rest of sentence) I can't provide her with." Nick bawling as he confesses his desire to die and pleads for the strength to continue on...

 The years go by (using food rather than drugs he is now quite heavy). It's a hard life. It always had been, for Nick. He came from a family that expressed no love. As an 9 year old boy he remembered dreaming of the day he'd have his own family. Once Joy came into his life, it was the best of times yet still the worst. His love for her was like nothing before. But the abandonment of her mother was a reminder of his own family. He was strong, though. He promised himself his daughter would never feel what he felt as a child. He had made good on that promise. In doing so, it was his own happiness. Making her happy blessed his heart with all the blessing it desired. But now, it was empty. He would not let Joy down, as life continued for both himself and her cat. It was all that kept him going...

 Well, perhaps there was something else, in which kept him going. Something he could not shake. It was there as a young boy, it was all over the place while raising Joy, and even now, it still found him. The spirit of the holidays. He knew it too. He didn't always understand it, but it gave him relief. Always cold and lonely, not a single person or medication that helped, it was the sight of his neighbors Christmas lights each and every year that temporarily seemed to heal his "lifeless" heart. Just seeing a simple strand of lights over their window, did something that was almost magic. There were certain Christmas songs that sounded, to him, as if they came straight down from Heaven. He almost felt as if the world was Heaven at Christmas; everyone just seemed happy and even friendly, unlike the rest of the year. He could not help himself but to decorate, and yes even celebrate the holiday.  

 It's not all he did. There was something else. He imagined, he created and he prayed. What he imagined and even created, was the North Pole and the magic of Santa. How would it all work, if it were real. Why couldn't it be real? That is what he prayed about! Why not make it real! He pleaded to God and/or the powers that be, to provide this world with such a piece from heaven. Why not? What could it hurt? It could even be under the radar, only for those who truly believe, or happen in a way that no one could prove is real. "Hell, I'll even take the job", he offered, as he looked upward. He went on to confess how he wept like a baby the day he learned it was only the parents of children playing the role of Santa. "I mean, why else does this holiday do to me what it does?", he asked. "Why do I feel like such an unrealistic prayer, is so possible to be answered? I knew you wouldn't save my Joy, when I prayed, yet I do believe, in at least some small sense, that this prayer is possible. Am I just crazy? I don't feel crazy", still looking upward as he stops to think before going on, "I don't feel much of anything. Then Christmas comes and I do. I feel a need. A need to not just provide gifts but, to fill imaginations...to deliver the spirit of it all"...

 Through the years, he now found himself praying like this every Christmas, and every Christmas he appeared to believe more and more in those prayers. His imagination of how it would all work, were becoming a story in his head, in which he inserted into those prayers...

 It had been almost 20 years since his last Christmas with Joy. He was becoming quite impressed and proud of himself for coming through on his final promise to her. Just over 20 years old, Chrissy laid there in his lap, purring. They both seemed happy. As his door bell rang, he was excited to provide candy to the trick or treaters outside, but not without a major scare that came from the teenage neighbor kids, who were on his porch dressed as Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers. It was quite the scene! The little kids thanked Nick, who then thanked the teens for their help in scaring/entertaining the trick or treaters. Once back inside, and returning Chrissy to his lap, he turned on the tv, to the movie Halloween. Tears dropped down his cheek as the creepy theme music began to play. But there was something different. He seemed happy. Happy to remember her in such a beautiful way, rather than the painful way it had always been.

 A few minutes later there was another knock at the door. This time as Nick began to rise, he noticed Chrissy was absolutely lifeless. He instantly knew she was gone. Braver than he ever thought he could be, he somehow provided the kids at the door with their candy, politely said goodbye and closed the door. He could not turn back around to face the cat. At least not without a moment and a deep breath. He turned, and lost it. One last time those emotions that had haunted his life, were at full display. He eventually laid himself down on the floor below Chrissy, exhausted from the emotion, from life...

 He woke warmer than he could ever remember. Yet the first thing he saw was a window where snow was falling like he'd never seen it. Jumping out of bed he quickly realized he was far from home. The room was toasty from the burning fire and Christmas was everywhere you looked. Out the door he went, to the scene of a Thomas Kinkade painting and the sudden applause from elves, reindeer and all the people of the North Pole. His prayers had been answered! He knew it instantly. Or did he?

 What could only be the head elf, Nick was approached and filled in by someone he instantly felt love and appreciation for. He explained the magic of Christmas, the rules and how it all worked. Just how big the North Pole was, and how it'd take all of Thomas Kinkade's paintings to describe it.. He told him how it was the previous Santa who had heard his prayers and chose him as the right man for the job, as his successor...

 Nick only had one question. When his job here was done; when his days were done; he can move on, right? "Cause if the North Pole is real, I certainly know heaven is out there somewhere", Nick joked with a laugh and waited for an answer. Goosebumps and/or chills would rock his body as the answer was revealed...

 "It certainly is...and you're already there, my friend; the North Pole is heaven, at least a small part of it...How do you think it's real?", came his answer. "Your life on earth may be over, but your contribution to it, is only beginning, and...you don't think we'd kick off the holiday season without a gift, did you? The tears are already sliding down his face as the "head" elf continues, "In the spirit of the season, and what truly makes you jolly and merry..."

 Song "Joy to the World" blasting on speakers from above as Joy joyously screams for her dad, running toward him (with Chrissy in her arms) from a crowd of celebrative Christmas town citizens. Nick drops to his knees in complete joy and relief as she reaches his arms embracing, laughing and crying. "My daddy is Santa Claus!", she proudly announced as he then delivered the loudest, merriest Ho Ho Ho, there has ever been; followed with more holiday spirit that season, than there has ever been...

THE END

[darkcrowprincess]

for the role reversal au: What if Jason was still in the room watching Bruce get beat by a cowbar. I'm imagining a last of us part two type situation where Jason has a small head wound on the ground and can't get back up. And he has to watch Bruce take his place. Has to watch the joker beat his dad in front of him and he cant do anything to help. All while the joker is taunting the both of them. Than after all that. Bruce still somehow has a little bit of strength left to help Jason break a window and get out of the building, but not enough to save himself before the building blows up. And Jason ends up like that next to the blown up building.

Role reversal idea: Bruce Wayne dies and comes back instead of Jason. Maybe instead of the Joker beating up Jason Shelia makes a trade for the Batman. Mostly Jason and his family have to see and hear Bruce getting hit with crowbar and blown up.

Bruce willingly trading places with Jason and enduring being beaten to death via crowbar in lieu of Robin makes a lot of sense for his character, you're so right.