#tag: jason browning

[zalder]

🎄✨ Merry Christmas, everyone! 🎄✨

I’ve had the privilege of witnessing the strength, kindness, and dedication of people every day. This season reminds me of how important it is to celebrate those who give their time and hearts to make our world a better place.

May your day be filled with love, laughter, and the warmth of cherished moments. Here’s to making beautiful memories, appreciating the blessings we have, and looking forward to a bright new year ahead.

Sending love and gratitude to you all—stay safe, stay joyful, and have a magical Christmas!

Thanks for being part of what makes my life special.

Love,

Zarah

Enclosed is gifts for @owenryder , @lenavaz, @jaceeverett , @yoon-nyeon and @theobrowningfd. If you weren't mentioned and your kid is close to Zarah, I apologize. Pretty much everyone who knows her is kgetting the brookies.

Ryder:

Lena:

Jace:

Sam:

Theo:

[redsray]

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

[starspilli]

batkids game night. they’re playing fortnite

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[zalder]

There hadn’t ever really been any question about him being interested in it. There were a lot of people in this world that had peculiar interests. While taxidermy was probably not high on the list of most the hobbies that people wished to pick up, she completely understood why it made sense for him. Some people might have thought it was a weird choice but she didn’t. It wasn’t something that she felt particularly inspired to pick up herself but she respected it as a form of appreciation for nature and science. “I think it’s a good way to learn about animals when they can no longer thrive in nature,” she admitted. “I feel like if I had a son who came home asking for books on it, I might would have questions but that’s just me. I have a lot of questions.” She knew some parents were more likely to just look the other way though. “I mean, curiosity isn’t always a terrible thing.”

She bit her bottom lip, thinking about what he saying listening quietly to what he was saying. Zarah was definitely not a person who dwelled but she was someone who liked to think about life and all the possibilities in it. There were a million and one choices and with every decision made, every movement made they were shifting their fates. Even though it didn’t make a difference, she still sometimes found her mind drifting off onto tangents about the people in her life and who they might have been if their lives have been if they’d gone different directions. “What is meant to be tends to be,” she admitted with a nod. “I lean heavily on life taking different directions depending on what we choose to do but ultimately ending at the same place but sometimes I look at the consequences of one decision or another and think – maybe it can change things.” She raised her now lukewarm drink to her lips and took a sip. “I feel like no matter what you still would have ended up the same you … maybe because current you was always in there, you know? I mean, like just because a strand of Christmas lights isn’t plugged in, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t have the potential to shine.”

"To be fair, I was also interested in it," but that came down to his interest in anything nature-related. It wasn't something that he had ever thought of taking up, or learning himself, but he admired the work that people could do, how skilled they were in the craft. And the books had fit in well with the ones on his shelf about the animals when they were still alive, and had been an interesting type of reading material late at night when he couldn't sleep and needed to keep his mind occupied. "She just bought it and didn't ask questions. Probably for the best. That's how it normally was," with Jason even more so than his siblings, he had always felt. They at least had grown up with goals and aspirations, whereas Jason had always been a little bit of a wanderer.

"I don't really think about it," he said honestly. One thing that Jason had learned very early during his time in the military was that it didn't do any good to focus on what could have happened, what might have been; what happened, happened, and it was in his best interests to focus on the present and what he could do with that. "I'd like to think that I still would have ended up a park ranger, it was something that I always wanted to do, but I was also a kid and a bit aimless, and the military helped straighten out my head in some ways," and probably fuck it over in a lot more, but again, focus: the present. What mattered was that he was where he wanted to be.

[hopefully-helpful-daemon]

*batkids going out in gotham for the night*

Bruce: And what do you do if you get stopped by the cops?

All of the kids: let Tim or Jason deal with it as the two white passing ones.

Bruce: Good, now go have fun.

[who-always-pays-their-taxes]

im obsessed with the idea that gothamites 100% know who all the batkids are, like “ for sure Dick Grayson is nightwing #thebuttsmatch” and they figured out all their identities and who it correlates to, “ofc the newest robin with all the swords is Damian Wayne!!” but they refuse to even consider Bruce and The Batman being the same guy. it just doesn’t make sense?? Brucie Wayne, dressing up as a bat and calling himself vengeance???? as if???? also he’s from bristol???? can’t possibly be Brucie. Like they genuinely believe that Bruce is the father to a whole gaggle of themed vigilantes and just doesn’t know it. Anytime his kids disappear during a gala, he gets a bunch of pitiful looks and he can’t leave bc everyone’s looking at him now??

This actually works into a lot of ppls theories that Brucie is The Batman’s sugar daddy, bc clearly they’re together and co parenting the batkids??

[violent138]

Bruce showing someone his kids' pictures from when they were little: "And this is Jason--"

Jason: "That's a picture of Tim, actually--"

Bruce, fumbling with his wallet: "This is Barbara when she was younger--"

Babs: "Steph isn't even a redhead, how are you messing this up?"

Bruce: "This is Cass--"

Steph: "That's literally a cropped baby picture of you. What are you doing?"

Bruce: "You can't see it fully but this is Alfred with Dick--"

Damian: "That used to be a picture of me and Grandfather."

Bruce: "Here's a picture of Tim."

Batkids: *examining it*

Tim: "That... actually could be anyone."

Damian, simultaneously: "It's not ugly enough for Drake."

Bruce, oblivious to the fight breaking out: "And this is Duke."

Duke, spitting out water when he sees it: "How the hell do you have that?"

Dick: "Well at least he's two for ten."

Jason, going through the photos: "Why are some of these fucking stock photos?"

Dick: "You think that's bad? He's got a picture from the circus with Tim circled in the crowd."

[tims-missing-spleen]

I remember seeing someone say that Bruce wouldn't deny the Batman allegations. Like he will proudly tell everyone he is most definitely the Batman whenever he's asked, and it would actually do wonders with keeping the secret hidden.

Like it would be more suspicious than anything if billionaire playboy Brucie Wayne so adamantly denied any connection to the vigilante.

And yeah, so i was thinking what would his kids think about it? like they get asked during interviews and whatnot what they think about their dad being Batman.

I feel like Dick would just play along and say some shit like "if B is Batman, then I'm Nightwing" and get a look from the man

And Jason would take any opportunity to shit on B and say something along the lines of "B's Batman? I call bullshit. He's not even a man"

Tim would either:

a. pull up a 99 slided presentation about how Bruce Wayne is, in fact, NOT Batman and be internally laughing the whole time cause he is funny, and people just dont know what they're talking about.

Or b. (only when he's been up for a few days) confirm it and go "Well yes, of course he is. It'd be weird if he wasn't since the cave's under the house."

Cassandra would just smile and stare into the person's soul until they move on onto the next question.

Steph would deny it and claim that she's Batman and that Bruce is her Robin. She'd probably also manage to convince a few people to join her.

Duke would be like "He's Batman? Ohhh that explains the explosives I found in the cellar!" or something else, just as worrying.

Damian would just nod and go into a full length speech about how Batman is the best superhero (after Nightwing of course) and completely disregard the question. And before anyone can re-ask, he'd just walk off.

[pacificwaternymph]

Did you guys know that Duke's tag on Ao3 only has 7,000 fics? Because I didn't.

[gildedlead]

Steph: I don’t think Jason likes me very much.

Duke: Huh? What makes you say that?

Steph: He cut my grapple line, just cause I tried to pass over Crime Alley!!

Tim: Eh. Jason doesn’t really like anyone. I wouldn’t take it personal. Just be glad he didn’t shoot at you.

Duke: Are we thinking of the same Jason right now?

Tim: Is there some other Jason we should know about?

Duke: Look, I’m not saying I don’t believe you guys, it’s just hard to picture. Look, here he comes now.

Jason, dapping Duke up: Narrows! You coming to book club tomorrow?

Duke: Wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Jason: Glad to hear it, and don’t be afraid to bring your own work, too. I’ve seen your writing, it’s powerful. Really. I’ve gotta bounce, but you think about it, alright?

Duke: Yeah, yeah…See you, Park Row.

Tim:

Steph:

Tim & Steph: Hey What The Fuck.

[scarlett-witch-simp]

SNL in the DC Universe 100% made a skit about Bruce Wayne the himbo billionaire with a chronic adoption addiction.

The Batkids 100% guessed starred in it without Bruce's knowledge or permission

[t2316m]

Cass is face blind, not like oh she’s bad at remembering faces but in an actual cannot for the life of her know who she’s looking at kinda way. Instead of faces she uses context clues, body language, and voices to tell who she’s interacting with. She’s gotten pretty good at it each of her family members having an obvious tell that it’s them. Some of them include how Dick always has blue incorporated into his outfit. Jason always smells slightly of gun powder and cigarettes. Tim’s posture is so bad Cass can tell it’s him from a mile away. Damian has green eyes, Steph has blonde hair, Babs has red hair. Cass wishes all the boys had different colored hair, as it would simply make her life a lot easier.

The face blindness really doesn’t impare her abilities during patrol cause all of the Gotham rogues and heroes wear such dramatic outfits Cass doesn’t need to see their face to know who they are.

Unfortunately problems often arise when she’s in civilian form,

Cass: *at starbucks*

Dick: oh my god Cass! is that you?

Cass: *confused but polite* hello.

Dick: hey, how’s your day been?

Cass: *is unsure why this random guy is talking to her but once again polite* good.

Dick: *confused on why his sister is acting weird*...that’s good.

Cass: *grabbing her order and attempting to leave.*

Dick: Wait don’t you want a ride back to the manor?

Cass: No. *rushing away and is very uncomfortable.*

Cass: *halfway down the street, realizing she’s heard that voice before, immediately pulling out her phone*

Dick: Hello?

Cass: Starbucks?

Dick: Yea..

——

Jason: *recently dyed his white streak black cause he was feeling insecure about it*

Cass: *stands next to no streak Jason sitting at the batcomputer* Bruce?

Jason: I beg your finest pardon

Cass: Oh, Hi Jason.

Jason: *on his way to bleach his streak back cause never again.*

——

Bruce: *brings Clark to the manor, they’re both in civilian clothing looking identical.*

Cass: No metas, too confusing.

Cass: *staring directly at Bruce thinking it’s Clark* I. Don’t. Like. You.

Bruce: *has not been this heartbroken since Khoa Khan.* Clark, I think it’s best for you to leave

——

Cass: *staring at the blonde person in the kitchen thinking it’s Steph* oh wow your hair..

Bernard: *also face blind.* Tim…You sound different.

[neptunezo]

The idea of the batkids scaring Bruce with “a new grandchild” to only show an animal is so funny to me, because imagine Bruce is so used to it that when Jason wants to introduce him to his new grandchild Bruce almost falls out of his chair when there’s an ACTUAL KID!

Dick: You’re a granddaddy now Brucie!!!

Bruce: WHAT?!? Who?? When??? How??? Actually don’t tell me how. Who is she??? When did she give birth???

Dick: What? No, meet my kid *holds up a cat* her name is biscuit and shes the love of my life!

—

Steph: Cass and I are adopting…

Bruce: Holy shit, actually???

Cass: Yes, it was a tough choice, but we want to adopt

Bruce: Do you need any help with paperwork and stuff? It’s kinda my thing. Also consider the fact that you might be too young.

Steph: Too young…?

Bruce: Yes, I mean you’re only in your 20’s, are you sure you can handle a kid?

Cass: Too young for an iguana?

—

Damian: It happened again, I have a kid.

Bruce: What do you mean AGAIN?!?

Damian: This is my second kid, duh

Bruce: Are you talking about goats?

Damian: Of course I am father

—

Tim: BRUCE YOU’RE GOING TO BE A GRANDFATHER!!!

Bruce: Tim I didn’t think I was going to have to tell you this again after the whole thing with Stephanie, but just kissing someone doesn’t get them pregnant

Tim:

Bruce: Is it a dog?

Tim: No it’s a tiger

—

Jason: I have something to tell you

Bruce(not looking up from his paperwork): Okay, what’s up?

Jason: I have a kid, I want you to meet your granddaughter

Bruce: I can’t possibly imagine what type of animal you’ve gotten, but I’d love to meet her

Jason: What the hell are you talking about?

Bruce (looking up to see an actual child): You actually have a kid????

Jason: Yeah, Roy and I thought it was time I adopted Lian

Lian: Hi Grandpa!!!

Bruce: I’m going to faint, grab me some ice will you?

[theaceofarrows]

Red Hood: I'm a team player

Nightwing: Team player, my ass! You pushed Red Robin off the ROOF!

Red Hood: [shrugs] He isn't part of the team anymore

Robin: [nods] I like this team much better now

Spoiler: [over the comms] Why is RR dangling from a fire escape?

Nightwing: Because-

Red Hood: Because he's not a team player!

[zalder]

It was odd in a way to think about returning home. She couldn’t immediately answer the question. She didn’t know what the future had in store and she wasn’t the sort of person to say never. Every day was different and there could easily be a day where she woke up and decided that she was ready to go back home. “More of the latter,” she admitted. “I’m pretty content with my life here. It’s not so black and white though. I mean, there are a lot of reasons why I’d go back. I don’t particularly want to though.” It wasn’t that she didn’t love Alaska. She did. She just had things she wanted to do here. She’d moved there because there was something in her that just felt like she was meant to be there. Maybe it was just a step in the journey or maybe it was where she’d become one with the earth one day. For now, she was just content waiting to figure it out. “You are allegedly older and wiser so I could let you have that one,” she mused with a smile. She believed in science and facts but she also could believe that the heart of it all was theory and hypothesis. Just because something didn’t make sense logically, didn’t mean it couldn’t work. There were outliers for everything. Fortunately for them, this wasn’t that serious. “It’s all about perspective. The glass can either be empty or full,” she said with a nod. “I’ll just make sure to not call you for any piercing parties.” She nodded as they’d been walking for a while. “I’ll stop jeopardizing you,” she said with a hand gesture. “Go do some actual work. I’ll bother you later.”

"That's true," some people loved their childhood, others hated it, some fell square in the middle. Sometimes, it could determined where you ended up and how you felt about your home, or even more pertinent to their line of conversation, whether or not you decided to come back to it. "Do you think that you'll ever go back to Alaska someday, or is that one of those things that you don't think about?" Jason supposed that for him, he had always known he would go back to Merrock eventually. The timing had worked out; he had gotten to witness so many things and would get to be a part of so many more, but he had always known that one way or another, he would wind up back in Maine when the time was right. "I don't know about that," Jason shrugged a shoulder as she argued that the lack of population never stopped people, knowing that getting permits and or interest in building could in fact be stopped by demographics and feasibility, but he wasn't sure how that applied to tattoo shops. Wasn't really too concerned with it when he figured everyone in Merrock was pretty happy with what they had, thankfully. "I think we've got the opposite view there," he laughed, "life is not always long, so you might as well do something that you want when you want to. For me… that absolutely does not include piercings," he grinned, pocketing his hands and gesturing down the trail. "Since we're almost back to the lodge, I suppose I should check in with the other hikers, the kids normally end up having some good questions."

[st7arlight]

the family group chat gets a text from Damian at 5am while Bruce and Dick are both out of town. this is what happens when you leave a bunch of teenagers in charge of Gotham