#the dickie and jayjay and dami brainrot is too real

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MUWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA, WRIIIIITHE IN AGONYYYYYY 😈 (/ref)

I kneeeeewwwwwwww the brainworms would integrate themselves into yours as well. Evil hand steeple coupled with over the rim lethal villain stare and grin combo. It's all inclusive!! Hands rated E for Everyone, so to speak.

AAAAAAAAAAA BUT YOUR PORTION- I AM

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Old man Peaches 🍑😭💔 he was like a kooky (/aff) old grandpa towards reader and their ratpack group of street urchins <//3

the one day you and yvette don't pull up to the function (you'd both gotten strikes - both figuratively and physically on the hands. with a very thick wooden ruler :(( - so you guys weren't able to make your grand escapade until after the fact) you'd lost such a dear part of your heart... It was just. Ripped from you. It was so, so painful.

It never stops hurting. Even til presently at the Manor. Some days are better than others. Some worse. On those days where your head and heart overtake your very sense of existence, you become so quiet, quiet as a mouse. Sometimes you barely make it out of bed and stay in your room the whole day.

Those times are different. You'd already taken to staying in your room if nowhere else (excusing all the secret hideouts you've charmed your own, courtesy of Jayjay), but even then, it's open and welcome for your newfound family.

They come in and the curtains are pulled back, a couple of the pets are resting on the foot of your bed or on their personal fluffy mats, you'd have some old records playing or a YouTube channel/video that Timmy recommended playing on the TV, and you'd always be lounging about - doing your own thing.

Quiet, yes, but open and mellow for the better part. Just vibing.

So. When you're having a bad day... Everyone can tell :((. Especially Jason. It's like the sunshine that had reappeared back into the Manor just, disappears. Snuffed out by overhead, ominous storm clouds.

After he stopped by to visit once, couldn't find you in the usual out-in-the-open places you'd frequent and was debriefed by a worried Alfred about your current state of being...

and you looked half dead curled up under your comforter - eyes red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears and an expression so filled with sorrow and pain that it made his heart ache -

Jay made you promise to call him up if you ever felt yourself going down again. He'd be there for you. You don't have to suffer through it alone.

It's tempting, yes. He pets your head gently, his own eyes looking a bit glassier than they did a second ago. Especially when it's the only way you know - secluding yourself, licking your wounds in solitude because you're the only one who gives a damn... Trust him, he gets it.

But you've got them now. Dick, Damian, Cass, Alfred, Steph, Duke, Babs, Timbo... Bruce. (And the only reason he hesitates with Bruce and names him last is because he's still salty about the Sidekick Contemplation Situation lol)

At the very least, you've got him.

And he'll take care of you.

He had gently opened the blankets and- only after being given the green light- slipped underneath with you and scooped you close to his chest. And trust me- being hugged by Jason Todd's big, burly arms and cradled to his solid bosom emanates the feeling of Peak Safety™. It swallowed you whole- his embrace- but you'd much rather drowned in your brother's arms than the spiraling void of thoughts that made you want to disappear with Old Man Peaches.

At least you knew Jayjay wouldn't let you drown. Wouldn't let you die.

"Never." He says, sure and steady, and his voice rumbles through his chest and into your ears. You hadn't realized you'd said it out loud.

He smelled fresh out of a shower: vanilla body wash and a spritz of some soft cologne, but ever with the undertones of leather and cigarettes. It was all comforting nonetheless because that was Jason. That was your Jayjay.

That was your brother.

If you sobbed into his neck that quiet afternoon, Jason didn't say anything against it. Didn't dare. Just held you even tighter, whispered warm reassurances and sympathy, peppered your hairline with kisses and rubbed a large, warm hand up and down your back.

You didn't stop, not for a long while. You never allowed yourself to cry like this before, but here... You just couldn't help yourself.

You let go, came so ungraciously undone, right in your brother's arms.

Cried so much you passed out a couple times- all to which Jason hurriedly leaned up and called Alfred, wiping your hair out of your face and cupping it gently to feed you some water and a nibble of some homemade biscuits. Just a little something to have in your system. Oh honey, he knows you feel like you can't down anything outside of meaner fluids right now but-- For him? Please? Just a little bit, he promises.....

No- no no no, it's okay, he won't force you. Okay- okay, okay- shhh, shh sh. It's alright, baby, you had some water. That's enough, that's more than enough. You did good, you're okay. You're alright. You're safe. It's okay, it's all gonna be okay.

Bottom line, Jason took care of you completely and thoroughly that day. It was the longest he'd ever stayed at the Manor on such short notice, and even when you were up and feeling better, he shirked off any outward tasks that called his name in favor of spending more time with you. Roy and the team can handle it. His baby is more important.

Oh, Daddy wants a cuddle too? HISSSSSSSS no. Piss off, Bruce. (but lighthearted- he's such a mother hen huehieuieihue) (yes he comes around because I'm a sucker for good dad Bruce)

When Jayjay isn't there [lies detected], Dick and/or Bruce is there, close and present, giving you all the comfort you need and want.

I imagine all the siblings have their own little thing with you.

Damian barges lets himself into your room on your Kinder /But Still Bad/ Days and just... Keeps you company. You could be chilling out, both completely doing your own thing but the fact that he's there and with you is the whole point. You could be reading on your bed or watching vids on your phone and he'll be right there painting or sketching by the window. Sometimes he'll even ask you to say a word, something completely random, then he'll draw/paint it and show it to you. During these occasions, he embraces abstract art (even if it's not his expertise) just to get a reaction out of you. Most of the time it's to see you smile and even tho you call him weird, he counts it as a victory.

Dick would be all over you. After That Incident, Dick himself is just distraught and completely devotes healthy quality Sibling Time to you!! On the days you're okay with going out, he takes you for a night on the town! ... A day? So to speak.

He'll take you shopping:

probably gets a little too excited when picking out clothes for you

wants matching outfits sooooo badddd and does a happy little dance in the middle of the aisles when you agree

Trying on silly hats and scarves and modelling in those strip mirrors :(( taking silly selfies :(((((

(STEPHANIE IS SO SO JEALOUS SHE LITERALLY DROP KICKS DICK WHEN SHE SEES THE PICTURES)

("UNLOYAL DIRTY HOE" "IT WAS A SPUR OF THE MOMENT THING YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND" "Understand that YOU'RE a backstabbing BEE-YOTCH")

(But then she just cuddles obnoxiously close to you and whines about why wasn't she invited tooooo?? Ynniiiieeeeeee?? (/□＼*) )

Probably buys you an entirely new wardrobe in one sitting; helps you find a style!!

Oh he's so endeared, so honored, that he's getting to be the one to help develop your obvious taste like yasss girl go you! /gn

Bro gets SERIOUS TOO it's so freakin funnyyyyyyyyyy

"Now that top with those baggy jeans were really cute, but. ☝ if you wanna go for a more ~casual layered look~, you should pair it with the third top from the second outfit and the baggy thermal denim from the other Gothamite Rainstorm combo."

- "Blue... Th-. They're all the same varying shades??"

- "*AFFRONTED GASP* WHAT?? NO THEY'RE NOT!! That's CLEARLY midnight sailing gray, and the patches are soft cloud gray!! And the jeans are sultry midnight with dead bat black stripes!!"

- "My mistake."

you're so done but he looks so cute and childish and passionate you're enjoying it just as much as he is lol

overall you have a great time because Dick actually has really good taste and sense of style!

Helps pick out formal outfits for the galas that will actually be comfortable for you but also appeal to the public :((

he doesn't like when you're shoved into clothes that make your skin crawl and want to clench up like a hermit crab. He remembers his beginning gala days.... He knows.

Snarks at anyone who gives y'all the side eye, but because you've got a venom tongue yourself, he's right behind you as your cheerleader lmaoooo

aside from clothes, he deffo treats you to things relating to your hobbies/interests as well!

y'all walk back with like, a gazillion bags lol

while you're eternally grateful for the goodies, spending time with Dick and seeing just how good of a brother (legit father) figure he is was the greatest gift of all.

the movies,

buys you whatever concessions you'd like. popcorn, candy, soda, hot dogs, a pizza, ice cream, whatever you'd like! get it all.

sees whichever film you want to see! - if you have no clue, you guys theater hop (PLSSSS I DID THIS WITH MY COUSINS BACK IN THE DAY 💕🤌 those summers were the BEST 😭) and end up watching like, 5 different chunks of movies lmaoo.

y'all would get kicked out but then once y'all get home he rents/guys it off the streaming service for you so HA.

When Bruce gets a lil too sassy, talm bout sum "we have a whole ass theater and unlimited access to every film that is, was, and will be??"

Dick bites back with twice the sass with you hanging off his arm and "IT WAS FOR THE EXPERIENCE BRUCE >:(("

and you just laugh because oh Dickie 🥹🩵

totally takes pictures in those cardboard cutouts if y'all find any!

ARCADE GAMES ARCADE GAMES ARCADE GAMES ARCA

he has soooo much fun in there with you, he feels like a kid again :(( you make him smile so much

ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU START WITH YOUR ANARCHIST MOVEMENT OMGGG

- "i hate capitalism. all this money, and for what?"

- "omg you're so right baby bird, FU THE SYSTEM FR"

but it's a little hypocritical because y'all legit spent money on concessions, but Dickie says it doesn't count because..... Man idk i was going somewhere with this but now I feel Hobie Brown's disappointment in me AJSBDJDHDJF

maybe y'all just snuck in snacks from the prior shopping experience HA fixed. ✨🛍️💸

(Help me pls I'm delirious ajshdjffh)

when y'all leave, he deffo carries you on his back back to the car and takes the scenic route home, windows rolled down and stereo blasting.

10/10 experience fr

the park,

He makes you double over with hyena laughter when playing on the monkey bars and almost rips himself a new one

pushes you on the swings

will deffo catch you if you do that swing and jump thing

treats you to ice cream after

y'all feed the birds and watch the dandelions and blow wishes

you craft him a flower crown from a patch of baby's breath and sunflowers and he cries and absolutely embarrasses you but you just laugh and pat him in consolation

carries you on his back if you're too tired,

then cuddles with you at home in the theater room with all the snacks you guys bought that day.

--legit anywhere, he just wants you to be outside and get some fresh air :(( make something positive out of this dark situation because he knows how bad it can get if you let it stew for too long. It consumes you from the inside out until there's hardly scrapes of what was once there, left.

And you have such a bright soul, such a warm, gentle light.. Dick thinks he's in full agreement with the whole family when they all say they never want it to snuff out.

If they can help it, they will always protect that light within you. Damn, it just may be the only one they have to hold on to right now.

Sooooooooooooo~~~ I've got more DC brainworms. I have come to share. 🤲🏼

Picture this, wildflower. *throws arm around your shoulder, gestures to the empty space in front of us, envisioning* A young (eventual) bat!sibbie reader who has a very similar essence to Jason.

and I mean....... literally. a mini Jason. lmaooo listenlistenlisten — yn is a scrappy, free-spirited orphan who comes from the slums of Gotham; they've been here a while, only giving a noncommittal shrug and wry smile when inquired about any of it. same story for a lot of us 'round here.

—and wouldn't it just be hilarious if they came into the Batfam the same way Jase did? By STEALING 👏🏼 HUBCAPS. 👏🏼

except it don't gotta be hubcaps, yn is a ✨professional✨ and a 🔥savage🔥 and just straight up carjacked the Batmobile LMALAOAOAOO (they earn Jason's utmost respect right off the bat [BAT PUN 🦇]; Steph, Dick, and Duke are the runner-ups). Bruce probably gains a new neck vein but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued!

thennnnn you muck up when you give the slightest inclination that you know his secret identity bcz it'd be significantly more terrifying (read: hilarious) than if you were to fall victim to the cliche 'i saw something i wasn't supposed to and now I'm being taken hostage by these randos in masks and oh holy smokes it's actually multi-billionaire airhead himbo Bruce Wayne!? and his KIDS!!??'

time skip because seamless transition, bing bada boom, they're Bruce's newest ward and filling the tabloids. while it may be a hot story that the entirety of the paparazzi froth at the mouths at, it's a different story behind the scenes.

reader has a sweet, dear personality at the core, but they put up a detached front; if anything, their crude humor and witty deadpan sarcasm attests to their harsh emotional walls put up.

it's nothing personal to these guys, they're just... constantly in self-perservation mode. they ain't never had nobody like this before, 'cept for their fellow street rat friends who're like family.....

I imagine those walls get worn down by Jason the most.

I also imagine Jason would be.... angry?? not at you!! never at you — if anything he'd probably steal you away from Bruce every chance he gets because he's scared you'll be readily thrusted into an unwitting role as a cowl-donner — but at Bruce's initial and seemingly impulsive decision to take you in- because of just how fast everything moved. he was a bit withdrawn at first, but he became undeniably protective over you as time went on.

you appreciate this earnestly; one day on your outings with Jason, he passes by the streets where you usually hung out with your friends. sure enough, they're all there, looking horrendously forlorn. you give out the group whistle- one you all made up and agreed on a longgggg time ago- and they all look at you like you're a ghost before you're being yanked into a group hug.

some of 'em are mad tho; they all caught wind, ever since you were printed in black and white on the newspapers lil' jimmy still brought to them fresh every morning. thought you ditched us for daddy warbucks. and some of 'em are genuinely happy, not only to see you, but had been for you. thought you managed to finally get outta this hellhole. we knew you wouldn't forget us, tho.

you're smart, yvette - your bestest friend ever since elementary - murmured as she hugged you so tight you could barely breathe. you're smart and warm and so kind... i'mma miss your candy apple self not being around me 24/7 any more, but heavens above, you made it, ynnie any foster parent would be blessed to have you as a kid, y'hear? anybody and everybody. she pulls you back and rests her forehead on yours, staring into your eyes with her tear-filled ones. don't forget 'bout us, yeah? we still got your back. stay safe and take care of yourself.

and if you silently cried on the way back to the manor, Jason didn't say much about it. just wrapped an arm around your shoulders and took you for burgers.

—i feel that incident would settle you deeper into Jason's heart. he just sees so much of himself in you. in this scrappy kid who puts up such a carefree front, but is actually made of honey and caramel at their center. who has such a strong emotional intelligence at that age that Jason's sure is the only difference between him and you. in this child, who has a pure heart full of love with so much to give and just wants to be loved in return.

reader's softest with Cass and Alfred, as in they feel no need to put up pretenses with them. it's how they both find out that you're perpetually jaded and reminiscent of a long-suffering lamb: soft, tolerant, brokenhearted, shreds of innocence swirling about their heart still, maybe a little lost......

SPEAKING OF THE GRANDLER HIMSELF 🌹🎉: you get roped into baking with Alfred one day, and because Alfred is the actual MVP, you fall into his affections too.

it's when you're kneading at dough when a crestfallen expression suddenly overtakes your expression.

"mr. alfred," you drawl, inner city accent thickening with the melting of your posture. there's a heaviness to your tone that wasn't there before. it catches the elderly man's attention immediately. "you remind me a lot of my old man. not my father, but there was this elderly gentleman who took care of us street urchins. old man peaches. cuz every time we saw him, he sold us fresh peaches from his little milk carton in trade for some colorful bottle caps. dunno where he got 'em, said he grew them out the cracks in the concrete, the geezer. he was always talkin' like that — like there was some deeper meaning to everythin'. we groaned all the time, made all in good fun of him right to his face, but we all really loved it.

"one day, me 'n yvette were scouting 73rd and maryanne avenue; it's the curve that has all those connectin' alleyways that hide the abandoned warehouses, y'know? it's also where we hid out with peaches. had a small space heater and brought anything we needed from the foster care buildin'. sometimes we'd get dragged back but you keep doing something enough times, them folks who don't get paid enough for it just stop givin' a hoot... so long s'we made it back for inspections and didn't pilfer the good stuff, y'know?

"anyway. we went in there hollerin' for mr. peaches... he was usually napping by the space heater or stringing bottle cap jewelry for us, but he wasn't there. searched the whole warehouse, whole perimeter, nothing.

"then, vettie found him... " you pause, a smile that didn't reach your eyes spreading your cheeks. "right by the compost bin outside the back door of that same warehouse, chest not movin' and lips stained with blueberries."

alfred feels his stomach drop, beside himself. you looked up from the dough in your hands and simply regarded the old man, an uncharacteristic nonchalance marring your features.

"he was the only one that really understood and looked out for us the way he did. i ain't been able to eat peaches or anything of the like since then, but vettie is the one who couldn't sleep for the weeks after."

Alfie had long stopped chopping the onions for the dish at this point and all he could think was what has this poor child gone through?

TRAUMA TRAUMA TRAUMA TRAUMA TR

anywaaaaayzzzuh, I'm exhausted BUT yeah I just want to infect you lovingly with the brainworms of Jason bonding with a bat sibling reader who's a lot like him, and how he'd prevent a lot of pain that they ain't gotta go through because he went through the same.

And the things that he CAN'T prevent, because everyone deals with trauma differently, he's always gonna be there for you. And he wants you to know that.

reader is a bit wary of Dick because of his pure bubbliness and aura of flowers 🌸🌺🌻🌹🌷🌼💐and shooting stars — in Gotham?? — but Dick has an affinity to troubled kids and also . he's Dick Grayson, everybody loves him .

so he works together with Jason and soon enough, you're practically his respective child akshdjdhd

you and dami take a bit to come along BUTTTTT I hc that you come into their lives when Dami's a little older and therefore more matured.

I love Damian, I feel he'd be a pretty solid older brother figure.

the more time you spend there, the more you begin to trust your newfound family. (well, your pseudo siblings at least); the more you let your walls down, the more they get a peek into your true self- not just the distant exterior you put up.

you're thoughtful and generous; you like books and animals and know how to make ice cream from scratch with ice and plastic bags; you're resourceful and crafty - you learned how to hot wire cars and pick locks from the older kids down at the foster care home - but you don't try to give anyone headaches for it out of respect for Alfred, you claim solemnly.

you're a good kid.

it just takes a bit more for people to say that, and even more for you to let others see it.

I'LL BE BACK WITH MORE BUT PLEASE NOTE THAT I WROTE THIS THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, CONTINUALLY PASSED OUT, AND IT'S THE FRICKIN MORNING ALREADY LMAOAOAOAOAOOO

OH MY GOD.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

ZEEP.

ZEEP WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME-

I just- Can I just-

If Brucie EVER tried to but reader in a cape Jason would lose his MIND.

How DARE you even THINK about putting the baby at risk? How dare you?

Totally just takes reader and brings them to his apartment until Bruce apologizes for even suggesting such a proposterous thing.

He's eventually forgiven but he's on thin ice okay?

Sleepovers at Jason's are also a very common thing.

Since he lives in the Narrows, it gives you the chance to roam your old stomping grounds and see your friends.

Poor reader has to go to all kinds of fancy dinner parties now.

Public appearences.

Such a drag.

Uncomfy clothes, and uncomfy people.

So, being the feral little street raised shit they are, reader says the most out of pocket freaky crap ever.

"Yeah, living in the Narrows as a kid was hard. Especially after the accident."

"Oh, yeah. I love my new home. The velociraptor in the backyard is a sweetheart."

"What do you mean Jason's supposed to be dead? He obviously got better. I've done it more than once. Yes I've died before. They said I can't tell you what comes after. Who's they? Don't worry about it."

And literally no one can say anything because their new dad is one of the richest men on Earth.

Also their first fancy gala something definitly went wrong.

Like lets says it gets targeted for some kind of robbery 'cus, ya know Gotham. And it's full of rich people.

Reader is literally like, "Fuck no. Get the hell out."

Grabs a bottle of champagne and breaks it over the ring leaders head with a loud shout of "ANARCHY!"

ALFIE AND OLD MAN PEACHES-

OH MY GOD I'M CRYING. I HOPE YOU KNOW I'M IN TEARS-

Also, the little punk stealing the CAR is hilarious. So much potential there.

Dick *interrupting Bruce for the upteenth time*: "Hey, B?"

Bruce *Severly annoyed*: "Yes, Nightwing? What is it?"

Dick: "Who's driving the car?"

*Que Jason wheezing over the comms*.

Dickie gives all kinds of nicknames.

Little wing, hoodlum, baby bird-

Him and Jason compete for your time.

Like there is an underground betting pool for who can get you to spend more time with whom.

Jason shows you all hid hidey places around the manor if you ever need a place to just- be

Tim helps with homework when Jason's not around (which isn't very often, Jason makes a point of visitiing often just to see you)

It makes for wonderful bonding with your busiest brother.

Damian, (though he will never admit it out loud), enjoys it when you join him in taking care of his animals.

Batcow and Jerry love you, and Alfred the cat has taken to sleeping in your room.

The two of you take Titus and Ace for walks, and Damian very smugly rubs it in Jason's face when a tabloid photo pops up of the two of you in matching sweaters and sunglasses.

"Clearly I am the superior brother, Todd. Even the media agrees."

"Well then I know it's bullshit because the media says it's true."

"Tt."

I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN INTO STEPH AND DUKE AND CASS AND BABS UGGHHH

THERE'S OTHER STUFF I wanna ADD BUT I'VE MADE YOU WAIT LONG ENOUGH I'M SO SORRY-