#thread: pestering jason

[arobinwithoutbatman]

"Huh... cool." Because it was.

Tim wasn't religious at all. Frankly, he wasn't sure where he stood on the topic. Neither of his parents had ever had religious inclinations, but he also knew that Wonder Woman and the Amazonians spoke to the Greek Gods regularly, so obviously that Pantheon existed. At most, he'd picked up some folklore and superstitions from Mrs Mac, the old Drake Manor housekeeper. Lovely woman, very proudly Irish. She'd returned to Ireland a few years ago now and he missed her terribly.

Tim snorted. "Yeah, he wasn't totally wrong. I didn't know how to cover up things from patrol. I'm way better at it now, and also, my suit is way better than it used to be, and I typically don't get hit that hard." He couldn't help the very proud, somewhat cocky grin that was all Robin. "I'm very stealthy."

That was the crux of it, wasn't it? His parents, new money and still desperate to prove themselves to the old money families and ingratiate themselves into that crowd, had been ashamed of him. Sure, Tim was a genius, but that was entirely separate from his autism. Having that kind of lifelong developmental disorder was a stain. A checkmark against them. A dirty little secret that even Tim had kept to himself to the best of his ability until Dick had figured it out and coaxed it out of him.

"...they were. Ashamed, I mean. I remember them bribing the doctor who diagnosed me to not put that on my medical record."

"He doesn't get to be disappointed." Tim replied firmly, punctuated by some unnecessarily firm button pushes as he dealt with a room full of spiders. "I'd imagine your Tim dealt with something similar and if he hasn't brought it up, don't you dare repeat any of this or start treating him different because he will figure it out and the reaction won't be good."

It was the only warning he was willing to give and only because he didn't know how close Jason was with his Tim. What was the Tim of this world even like?

"I remember when Mom and Dad started talking about going back to work. I'd been a good boy at the winter gala and with how they were talking, I thought I'd be going on an adventure with them. I woke up one morning in March to an empty house and a note on the table saying where they'd gone and when they'd be back and my babysitter would take me to school." His expression was stormy, eyebrows drawn as he recounted the memory. "I was six." The room cleared and he moved on. "I was Robin at thirteen. I was his sole carer when he got paralysed on one of his trips. He and Mom could never keep to a schedule and sure they always sent postcards and sometimes brought souvenirs home but that wasn't what I needed and it's taken me this long to finally accept that. He wasn't around. I took care of myself. He doesn't get to waltz back in just because Bruce is dead and he doesn't like Dick that much. So if I want to work with the old money family that showed me love and care instead of trying to improve the reputation and standing of my stupid new money family and continue the really dumb high society crap between old money and new money, he can shove it."

[verse-under-the-cowl]

“Yeah, I’ve tried crack, but have you ever heard of the doomed siblings trope?”: A poem in which Dick stumbles upon Jason after the events of Under the Red Hood and is horrified by what he sees.

OOC: Not a Jaydick poem! Please never twist it to seem as such.

“ Gone like before . ”

In midnight deep , withdrawn from light , Where Gotham’s secrets brew and fight , I found him there , my heart aghast — A ghost , a boy , a haunting past . No warmth flickering in those glowing eyes , No trace of love , no soft goodbyes .

The mask he wore , so stern , so red , A symbol wrought from years of dread . Once, he was mine — my brother dear , A child of light , devoid of fear . But now he stood , with vengeance sworn , A soul reborn from pain and scorn .

“ Jason ? ” I whispered , voice a plea , But he turned away , no face to see . The boy who laughed beneath the moon , The knave with magic , gone too soon — Now lost to shadows , draped in wrath , A warrior stranded on a bloody path .

The laughter gone , replaced by cries , And in his voice — no smugness or sly . The boy who wore my Robin mantle , Now dawned another , much harder to handle — A symbol forged in blood and strife , The mask of death , the end of life .

My chest aches , my heart dies , To see him wear that foreign guise — I do a double-check , To a slice on his neck A scar from fate , a wound so deep , A promise lost — forever to keep .

“ What have you become ? ” I cry undone , The brother I knew , the child once spun In threads of hope — now tangled tight , In anger’s grasp, in misery and plight His voice , so cold , it chills my soul — The one I knew has lost control .

A care I gave , a trust once pure , Now fractured , shattered — gone , obscure . He’s not the boy I lectured that day , The one who teased , the one who’d play . Now a shadow — dark and grim — His light extinguished , stolen dim .

" I thought you left , " he says , so stern , But I can forgive , he can return . He can come back to annoy me again — To tag along and pester my friends — I won’t complain , not anymore . I opened my mouth , but he was gone like before .

[sardonic-sprite]

Ok ok so @quotidian-oblivion has been (lovingly) pestering me to make something of my/our comment thread on "bane" where we were talking about the whole "Ra's wants tim's babies" thing, and what if that actually happened, so here it is 😂 (tw for referenced rape)

So obviously this could only happen if Cass didn't save Tim from Ra's's half-sister so. Hella angst

Poor Cass is devastated that she was too late to stop it. She blames herself, even tho everyone tells it her its no one's fault but Ra's and his sister. She becomes ridiculously protective of tim in response, even well beyond the time she forgives herself

Dick clings to Tim for an entire day when he finds out, trying not to feel rain on his skin, promising it'll be ok someday, that he's there, he'll do anything he can. He's guilty too, wishing he'd been in better contact, gone with Tim, done anything that could have spared him Dick’s nightmares

Damian’s world has shattered. Grandfather... does not want Damian. As his heir. He wants a previously nonexistent child. DRAKE's child. And he has stooped to the lowest low to get it. The carefully built family around Damian is in mourning for something he doesn't fully understand, and Drake now flinches when Damian, in what was supposed to be a peace offering, calls him "Timothy"

Steph and Tim make up as friends when she comes to support him with the shock of knowing that he has (will have, bc they are NOT leaving it with Ra's) a child now that he was not ready for. She doesn't touch him once while she's there, stays at arm's length, and that, Tim thinks, is what makes the visit feel as comforting as a hug

Jason is horrorstruck and breaks out of the rage/aggression and channels it towards hunting down League assassins bc what the fuck how DARE ra's? Tim was fucking 17 and Jason does not care how powerful this bastard is, he's going the FUCK down because NOBODY messes with Jason's baby brother but Jason himself

Barbara is ranting about how Ra's cant even know the genetics are going to fucking WORK how he wants them to, but breaks off abruptly as Tim's eyes well up, changing to enumerating all the baby things she's ordered and telling the dumb science jokes on the onesies because she NEEDS to see Tim laugh

Alfred LOOKS composed but every night he grips that shotgun real tight and has to remind himself that these kids need him, he can't risk himself for vengeance, what matters is Master Tim and the new little master or miss to be. He asks Tim privately if he'd like to choose a room to be the child's nursery. Tim doesnt know, but that's ok, dear boy, that's ok.

Bruce comes home and instead of the joy of reunion (or well, after it) has to struggle not to cry bc God his poor little boy... Damian was a shock too but at least Bruce and Talia loved each other. At least Bruce fucking consented. At least bruce was a goddamn adult. He doesnt think he will ever be rid of the guilt that Tim only found his way to Ra's by looking for Bruce

And Tim himself...

He can't go underground, at all. He redesigns his costume so that he can only unfasten it with a biometric lock, and doesn't tell anyone where it is except Alfred (medical emergencies). Some days, he can't look the girls in the eyes. Some days, he can't look at them at all, not without memories of things he isn't supposed to have seen or. Or felt. He's kidnapped as Red Robin once and chained to the wall, and he dissociates until someone (Jason this time, and who'd have believed THAT a year ago?) comes to save him. He can't get a good night's sleep anymore, not that he ever could but still

He feels paralyzed. There is no putting this off, no playing for time, nothing. They were able to confirm that Ra's's sister IS pregnant, and he knows damn well it's his, and nature waits for no one. In less than nine months now there's going to be a squalling, breathing, tiny, fragile, entire child, and unless he steps in, Ra's is going to raise it. Which means torturing it into a killer.

Every part of Tim screams NO

So they use those months to plan. How do they get in, how do they get out, WHEN is this supposed to happen because they can't well kidnap the child from the delivery room, the poor thing has to be in some kind of stable health, they need to KNOW these things, and thats when Bruce gets a call

Because Talia is fucking livid. She knows Ra's is an asshole, that's why she got Damian to Bruce, but this was a whole new low, her goddamn AUNT pregnant by her teenage non consenting STEPSON? She can't stop that any more than the others now, but she knows what she CAN stop: another tiny child being twisted and corrupted by this absolute monster. They need a spy, right? Well they got one

So there y'are, Q, the horribly angsty beginnings of this Dad!Tim AU. It doesn’t look pretty right now, but it will slowly get happier bc babies are adorable, dammit.

Edit: Part 2

[lustfulheart]

INDIE SMUT RP (PLOT CENTRIC) - YOU MUST BE (PREFERABLY) 21+ TO ENTER PLEASE AND THANKS AND (AS OF 7/23/2023) I HAVE SWITCHED TO BETA EDITOR ONLY.

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LADIES:

Jenny Boyd - Cassie Dunbrow

Ana De Armas - Elena Ortega   “⩥”

Dove Cameron - Bella Grover

Madelyn Cline - Sydney "Syd" Limpkin

Dianna Agron - Violet Monroe   “⩥”

Madelaine Petsch - Kat Hendricks

Grace Van Dien -  Zoey White

Kathryn Newton - Twyla Allen

Zoe Colletti - Liddy Caldwell

Sadie Sink - Kirby Lewis

Holland Roden - Ginny Wallace

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Natalia Dyer - Tori Van Dickson   “⩥”

Camila Mendes - Izabel Torres

Ellie Bamber - Madison Penn

Sydney Sweeney - Charlie Kramer

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Anne Hathaway - Andrea Fernway

Sarah Rafferty - Monroe Danes

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Tyler Hoechlin - Parker Hornsby   “⩥”

Bradley Cooper - Ash Winger

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Grey Sallow - Ryan Gosling

[influenzalake]

Batfam and Superfam + as One-Eyed Doll and Kimberly Freeman songs

shoutout to my favorite band / artists ever, i will never forget yall - lots of love from mythsong

https://open.spotify.com/artist/4w2wxHsHxLp64aXeZ9v1nW?si=NvqYCayTS_C_RqMhlpefxw (one eyed doll ^)

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0nUdXmFNst3mlwjRD5FOcj?si=PQwaENOsTYOCtxAATeKdUQ (kimberly freeman ^)

( i know most of their music has been wiped, but they play eternally in my brain )

- - - 

Bruce: Brief Candle 

*THE CLASSIC* only real ones get it lol jk the context is when you enter a specific area in mythsong to battle chaos lord Kimberly this song plays, thus being one of the first songs one might hear from this band. The "I will die another day" just screamed Bruce to me. 

Alfred: Remember

An instrumental for Alfred. It is a solemn song that holds tunes that carry throughout the album. The song title also holds significance. Alfred is the thread that keeps everything together, using his wisdom to guide others. Remember has a steady rhythm. 

Selina: Fool Me Once

An emotional song, this one is for Selina because of her reluctance to be vulnerable- and what would happen if she did let her guard down and then got stabbed in the back because of it. It is a melancholic tale of trying to learn to love, then being f*cked over because of somebody else's problems. 

Dick: Committed 

I chose this song because of Dick's place in the batfam and vigilantism as a whole. Committed is a song about a girl forced into an asylum and slowly losing herself to it. This reminded me of Dick because of how deep he is into the hero world, especially to the Batman. He does not want to be the Batman, he is unnerved by what it truly means and what he might become of him due to it, yet he is already there whether he acknowledges this or not. During the bridge (i think thats the right song structure) **and in the music video when it cuts from the demon to the angel** gave it away to me. He already is what he swears he "does not" want to be, by different means obviously, but to me- Dick is already committed. 

Starfire: Ponies (Fluffy)

i was thinking about her Teen Titans (2003) depiction when making this choice lol

Jason: Insecure 

This one hits hard for me as Jason's song because it is cynical and sarcastic, like him sometimes. It has painful undertones of "desperately trying to be accepted and if i can't have that- just leave me alone". it is a very "take me as I am or not at all" song and that is Jason's story. 

Roy: Cinderblock 

I chose this song to reflect Roy's difficulties with authority and his mentor(s)*. The lyrics, in my opinion, show how he too struggled as a young person. In this song the main character channels this anger towards their abuser, I see Roy as this song. 

Tim: Mirror Mirror 

I chose this song specifically for the "mirror mirror, what is my gender?" part. In my head this questioning of identity was Tim. also- "I'm not alone. Shadows are me. Reflections of home. Close my eyes to see." Tim know's who he is and where he belongs. Tim knows he can trust his judgement and what he is capable of. Tim is his own worst enemy and the questions he pesters himself with are what brings his downfall. 

Damian: Float Away

I saw this song as Damian's constant struggle to be accepted and recognized. 

"wonder if they'd notice if i disappeared today" 

In Damian's coldest parts of his head he questions his importance and if he has any place, Float Away is about a person who does not feel any self worth and literally wants to "disappear". They think the world would be better off without them and I heard Damian through this song. 

Diana: Army Of Me

This song is if Diana finally snaps. This is what I hear playing when Diana cannot stand the incompetence of man's world anymore."I won't sympathize" "self sufficience, PLEASE" "if you complain once more, You'll get an army of me" "You're on your own now, we won't save you"  trying to correct man's world is a lot of work, Diana sings this to keep her going

Clark: Destiny 

This masterpiece is about holding on to hope for the future, even if the present cannot be saved. 

Lois: Rust

I see this as Lois trying to relate to Clark. So close yet so far. A lot of people talk about how Clark must feel being stuck in a world of humans but nobody talks about how the humans in HIS life might feel. This song is about a person who is in love, but their love starts to lose feelings- they start to "rust" and how in turn that affects them into "rusting" as well. This song can be Clark and Lois not being able to get past their differences, about having a high and then having a real LOW in love, until they just become "one with the water". 

*runner up was To Love A Soldier

Jon: Sylvia 

A beautiful positive song, about embracing others and the world around. It tells listeners that they are going on a journey, that they are answering a call. I see this as Jon's optimism and a "every day is a new day" attitude he has. 

*runner up was Journey Of Art

Conner: Beautiful Freak 

This is Conner's song because it is a song about unapologetically celebrating your flaws. This is Conner breaking through his doubt and seeking the basic love he deserves. Go Conner. 

"all my life, so lonely, didn't know i was a beautiful freak, To my pleasure, You've shown me, Now I love you, My beautiful freak"

Bizarro: Believe In Me

A sweet but short song, throwback to when that one Outlaws comic pulled a "of mice and men" moment, because thats what i thought when I was choosing a song. Everyone has their assumptions of Bizarro because of what he is and what he's been through but this song is about seeking the one person who you think you can trust because they will believe. 

Garfield: Superstar

"you can party like a rockstar, live like a superstar, you can party like a rockstar, die like a superstar"

I saw this song as Garfield's one identity being his superhero persona. He is a public and open figure and I was thinking about how hard he crashes in the latest Young Justice seasons. He loses everything, he dies like a superstar. 

Raven: Afflicted

This song is about how a community has condemned the singer to torture and death. Either a misunderstanding, mass hysteria, or purposeful cruelty who knows. The song is set in the salem witch trials era so it could be one, two, or all three. I saw Raven as this condemned figure who is never given the chance to defend herself. The singer becomes a puppet to the literal devil and that is also Raven. 

Tara: quite literally: Tara        (somewhere deep in my brain i know for a fact this song was written for / about her Kimberly please confirm) but this one is so self explanatory. If you listen to this song after thinking about Tara's arc in Teen Titans (2003) you'll see it too. 

Harley: Crush 

Listen and you'll understand lmao

[verymuchimmortalcat]

The Chronicles of Marinette Wayne

For Bio dad Bruce Month Day 22: Library/Books

ao3

@maribat-bdbwm ​

Marinette had first come to live with him when she had been five and had just lost her mother. The only reason she was coming to stay with them had been Dick, who was much more excited at the prospect of a younger sister than Bruce was about another child and a grieving one at that.

When Bruce had first been contacted about having a biological daughter who had just lost her mother, he had thought it would be better to send her to someone like the Kents. Someone who would provide her with a stable family where she could lead a happy life. But then Dick had found out when Bruce had gone to Alfred for advice and had convinced him to bring her to the manor. Had convinced him that letting her go now might affect her in the future, and he wasn’t wrong (not that Bruce had considered how it might affect her since it would definitely look like he hadn’t wanted her, he just wasn’t sure if he was the best candidate) but the life they lead wasn’t one he wanted to drag a five-year-old into. When he had voiced that thought Dick had retorted with, “well, you’re not planning to put her in a cape and let her fight the rogues, are you?”

Of course not, he had no intention of doing that. She was five for heaven’s sake, and so the matter had been decided. She would live with them.

 .oOo.

 Marinette had warmed up to both Dick and Alfred almost instantaneously. Bruce spent what time he was at home hovering around her uncertainly. She spoke to him occasionally but not a lot. He had learnt (from her, he’d done an extensive background check and looked into all the details of her upbringing prior to this) that she liked pink, her favourite food was chocolate chip cookies and that she had a favourite soft toy that she always slept with. But even though she spoke to him she was never as open with him as she was with Dick or Alfred. It took her a week before she came to him willingly instead of him talking to her.

It had been shortly after he had returned from patrol. The door to his room had opened and tear-filled blue eyes stared at him, he could see her clinging on to her soft toy. He got up and walked towards her, she was still lingering in the doorway. Kneeling to reach her height he asks softly, “nightmare?”

She nods, tears still streaming down her face.

He looks at her unsure of what to do.

“Would you like to go back to sleep?” he asks quietly.

She shakes her head vehemently.

He still is unsure of what to do. Acting on a random whim he stands and picks her up. She clings to him and he definitely doesn’t marvel over how she fits perfectly in his arms.

He takes her to the library and picks out The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, sitting on his favourite armchair he seats her on his lap and starts to read to her, “Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy…”

 .oOo.

 Alfred finds the two of them passed out in the armchair the next morning. The crick in his neck and the lecture he gets from Alfred about how an armchair is not the proper place for either of them to sleep are worth it when Marinette comes to him that night with the book in hand asking about, “Mr. Tumus”

“Mr. Tumnus,” he corrects her gently.

She nods in agreement and repeats, “Mr. Tumus.”

 .oOo.

 Him reading to her becomes an event. She drags Dick into it too, whenever he isn’t with his Teen Titans in New York that is. Alfred provides them with milk and cookies and he reads to Marinette and Dick every night before patrol. They stop once she falls asleep and either him or Dick take her up to bed before patrol.

About a year after they start this routine, he returns from patrol to find a crying Marinette in his room. She just cries harder once she sees him. He holds her until she falls asleep resolving to talk to her in the morning.

He takes her to the cave the next morning, after breakfast, with Dick and tells her about Batman and Robin. When they head back to the manor she heads to her room and doesn’t come out before sundown (Alfred took her lunch to her room and had somehow talked her into eating). He spends the whole day worrying about if telling her was the wrong thing to do. She had lost her mother mere months before, she shouldn’t have to worry about her other parent too. She comes down for dinner and after dinner she still drags them to the library. She doesn’t fall asleep like she usually does, instead when he completes a chapter Marinette asks the two of them to wait, runs out and returns, panting, a few minutes later with something colourful in her hand. She then hands it to both him and Dick it’s a thread with beads on it. She hands Dick two of these, one has red, green and yellow beads and the other is purple, black and yellow, and his has blue, purple and black.

She grins up at the two of them and says cheerfully, “lucky charms. Dick’s is like Robin and yours is Batman.”

“And the other one?” Dick asks

“Batgirl,” she exclaims cheerfully.

Bruce as always is amazed at her never-ending optimism, kindness and hopefulness. Dick offers her a sunshine smile of his own, hugs her and says, “Thank you Sunshine.”

Once she lets go of Dick she looks at him with her big blue eyes, and Bruce ruffles her hair and gives her a smile and tells her he’ll carry it with him at all times. She smiles wider (something Bruce wasn’t aware was possible) and says goodnight before skipping back to her room.

 .oOo.

 Barbara convinces Dick to bring Marinette to the library after he gives her the lucky charm. The two of them leave the manor dressed in casual clothes and treat it almost like a mission to go and come back without causing any news scandals.

When they return Marinette’s carrying the entire Chronicles of Narnia series and pestering Dick about visiting Barbara again.

He points out that they already have the Chronicles of Narnia in the manor library, Marinette opens the book to a random page shows it to him and says, “but look this one has pretty pictures.”

He reads from the newly acquired illustrated copies that night.

 .oOo.

 As Dick starts to pull away more and Bruce tries to get him back, the tension in the house is high on good days. They don’t spend as often reading in the library anymore. He still reads to Marinette after nightmares, but Marinette no longer pulls them all to read while they have cookies and milk.

And then Dick leaves. He still visits Marinette, takes her out or Barbara will drop by and take her to the library. But he doesn’t spend any time in the manor other than to speak to Alfred. But there’s no longer a Batman and Robin. Gotham has Batman and Blüdhaven, Nightwing.

Marinette no longer comes to him with her copy of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe after nightmares,

 .oOo.

 When he first brings Jason home, Marinette had decided to spend the day with Dick in Blüdhaven. When Alfred brings her back the next morning, she’s shocked but she decides she’s going to be his friend. She takes him on a tour of the manor. Bruce trails behind the two, unsure of what to do, before he’s called away by an emergency at WE.

When he returns the two of them aren’t in either of their rooms, the several sitting rooms or the media room.

Alfred is the one who finds him during his search for the two and says, “I would check the library Master Bruce. It seems the young Master Jason has a love of literature.”

Sure enough, that’s where he finds the two. On the armchair that he had used that very first night, the both of them being tiny enough to fit in one seat, curled up and reading. Not wanting to disturb the two he steps back quietly. The two of them come as soon as Alfred calls them for dinner, and Jason’s certainly more animated than he had been the day before.

 .oOo.

 Marinette talks Dick into visiting, Bruce is simply glad to see his son back temporarily even if Dick refuses to talk to Bruce. He forms a tentative friendship with Jason. Bruce finds the three of them in the library before he leaves for patrol, Marinette’s reading The Magician’s Nephew out loud while the two of them sit next to her with milk and cookies in hand. His heart warms at the sight, he wishes he could take a picture but he doesn’t want to disturb them. Footage from the security cameras will have to do.

 .oOo.

 When Barbara’s shot, Marinette’s there everyday that Barbara’s fine with visitors. The rest of them accompany her as often as they can. Even as things slowly return to some what normal, Marinette spends nearly half her time with Barbara.

And then Jason dies. Marinette spends more time outside than at the Manor, or so Alfred says. And Bruce, well he isn’t really sure anymore.

He sends Marinette to Paris for her own safety. He’d met and befriended a nice couple during his travels and they had agreed to let his daughter stay with them for a while.

Marinette doesn’t care about his reasons, when she leaves for Paris she takes all her things but leaves the illustrated set of the Chronicles of Narnia that he had bought for her as a birthday gift after she and Dick had first visited Barbara.

 .oOo.

 Shortly after Robin hits the streets once again, Tim comes over to the Batcave in a panic one night. Rambling about an unsigned package that was just books and a slip of paper with a number on it. He had wanted to check it for any possible signs of danger. Bruce had agreed, it was definitely a strange thing and with the lives they lead no one could really tell for sure.

And then Bruce sees the books and tells Tim there’s nothing to worry about. It’s a new set of the Chronicles of Narnia. There’s a charm hanging from one of the books. She’s gotten better at making them since she was five.

He sighs and says, “The number’s safe. Call her, she’ll probably explain better than I can.”

He doesn’t join Tim, Marinette hasn’t spoken to him since she was sent to Paris and he doesn’t know what to say to her now.

 .oOo.

 There’s a supervillain in Paris, someone new, something about rock monsters. He takes Clark and Diana to check it out. He sent Marinette there so she could be safe, not so that she ends up in another city infested with villains.

When he gets there, there are two children. The girl feels really familiar, the way she speaks when she talks to the flying butterfly head is really familiar but before Bruce can worry too much about it the fight is done and the two kids are swarmed by the press. Before they can move from where they are, the girl- Ladybug says something to her partner and swings out. The next thing he knows she’s standing in front of him and the anger is visible on her face, “Get out. Get out of Paris right now.”

“We’re here to hel-” Clark starts to say when she cuts him off.

“Not you, I want Batman out of this city right now,” she repeats glaring at him. He knows those eyes. They’re the eyes he looks at every day in the mirror. The eyes he shares with his daughter.

“Marine-”

She doesn’t let him continue, “Uncle Clark and Aunt Diana can stay for a while if they can keep their emotions in check but they’ll have to leave too. I want you to leave now.”

He can see Clark and Diana reeling and slowly figuring out what’s happening. Ignoring the two of them he asks, “how?”

She laughs, not the tinkling cheerful sound that he had heard in the manor but a bitter sound, and Bruce wishes he could fix this.

“I was given the miraculous and now I’ve promised to protect this city. Why, regretting your decision to send me here?”

Yes. Very much so. But the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth, and he watches silently as she turns and leaves.

Bruce can feel the weight of Clark and Diana’s gazes. Shrugging off their questions he heads to the nearest teleporter.

His only child that hadn’t wanted this life had been pushed into it.

 .oOo.

 Tim and Marinette have kept in contact. He’s caught several of their conversations, though he’s never joined one.

It’s been nearly a year since he saw her in Paris. And then Tim’s dad tells him he can’t be Robin and that he can’t contact the hero community anymore. Two days later, Ladybug shows up in Gotham worried out of her mind. Stephanie’s the one who finds her and brings her to the cave. When she first starts talking to him, he’s so relieved to speak to her again that he misses out on a bit but the gist of what she said would be, “did something happen to Tim?”

He can tell she’s annoyed with what happened with Jack Drake. But before she can speak, Nightwing walks into the cave to find a detransformed Marinette. And before Marinette can figure out what’s happening, Dick has engulfed her in a hug and Marinette’s laughing. Bruce smiles as he returns to the Batcomputer, it’s been a really long time since he’s heard her laugh.

 .oOo.

 Marinette stays for the next week. She’d apparently panicked and told everyone she had a family emergency and wouldn’t be back for the week. Bruce was glad that she still considered them family, especially after that disastrous conversation in Paris.

She spends time with Barbara, Stephanie and Cassandra. Apparently, Stephanie and Cass already knw her and have spoken to her a few times. She spends some time with him, speaks more to him than she has in the past two years after he sent her to Paris.

On her last day in Gotham, he finds her and Cass in the library. She’s sitting with Cass on the armchair and she and Cass are reading Prince Caspian. They must’ve been here the whole week if she’s gotten to that far. The idea of reading those books in the wrong order is like sacrilege to Marinette.

She returns to Paris when the week ends, but has now added him to her semi-regularly contacted people.

 .oOo.

 Marinette pulls away again after Stephanie dies. From what Tom and Sabine tell him, she’s spending what time she’s not in school, with Alya. Bruce knows that Alya Cesaire knows that Marinette is Ladybug, realises she’s throwing herself into superheroing. Bruce wishes she’d inherited some of his better habits.

She doesn’t visit again for a while. Not until the attack on Titans Tower, and even then he doesn’t see her. He doesn’t know if anyone did.

But when he’s in the library to check something for a case he realises all of Jason’s favourite books that Marinette had with her were back in place.

He doesn’t mention it to anyone.

 .oOo.

 Darkseid happens. When he returns from the time stream, things are different from how he left them.

The whole family comes to the manor, after he returns. They’re all telling stories over dinner. Stephanie speaks of a little girl who idolises batgirl. Dick carries out an over dramatic reproduction of one of his and Damian’s patrols, while Damian complains about how inaccurate it is. Jason’s laughing at the two of them. Cass and Marinette coax Tim into talking about the whole Mr. Sarcastic mess. Dick looks gleeful as everyone rips into Tim’s momentary lapse in a sense of style, before Tim brings up Dick’s first Nightwing suit as a defence. Barbara points out the lack of pants in the first two robin costumes, and the others laugh (Damian grins) while Dick and Jason splutter in indignance. Marinette (who people tend to forget spent a good chunk of time with Dick when she was younger) describes in an exaggerated manner some of Gabriel’s, he’s missed quite a lot, worst akuma costumes and marvels over how he managed to create them while also being a world-renowned fashion designer.

As all of them continue to talk happily, Bruce slips out of the dining room. They deserve a break, but someone still needs to take care of Gotham.

Gotham has unnaturally less crime today, still takes him time to finish his patrol though. Unnaturally less crime in Gotham is still more crime than what most other cities face.

He heads to the library to grab a book to read before he sleeps. There’s a light on in the far corner of the library. When Bruce heads there he finds a large plate with crumbs on it with a few empty or half-finished glasses of milk next to the plate. His children are scattered around. They’ve pushed back the seats and have mostly spread themselves on the carpet. Marinette curled up between Dick and Jason and still reading from the practically ancient copy of the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Jason’s reading one of his classics. Damian’s sitting on Dick’s other side and is animatedly talking about one of his pets while Dick listens to him attentively. Tim and Barbara are going over something on her laptop at the table, and Stephanie and Cass are curled up against each other and talking quietly. Cass is the first to see him and smiles at him and beckons him to join them. Picking a book off the shelf he joins them on the floor.

When Alfred finds them there the next morning, having gotten used to finding them asleep in the library several times over the years, he just sighs and tells them that breakfast is ready and if they’d like hot food, they’d have to get off the floor. All of them scramble up and as they leave the library, he can hear them starting to plot on how to get Alfred to join them the next time.

[lunap95]

Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: Super Sons (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne Characters: Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Maya Ducard, Collin Wilkes, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kara Zor-El Additional Tags: Roommates, Domestic Fluff, adopting a pet, High School, Jealousy, Running Away, Partners in Crime, Fake/Pretend Relationship, getting caught, Heartbeats, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Masquerade, Family Vacation, Marriage Proposal, JonDami Week 2021 Summary:

Hey hey hey!  I'm here pushing my "Jon is a horny teenager" agenda with the next @jondami-week!

Chapter 2: High School | truth or dare | jealous

You can also read it under the cut

When the bell finally rang, Damian left a heavy sigh, stretching his limbs after the nap his last class had been. Not too far, Maya teased him when the first thing he did was pulling his phone out. He ignored her comments and the knowing look Collin was throwing at him in order to open the first conversation lined on the chat thread.

Hey, alien freak, what time do you finish your practice?

Hey, angry gremlin

Coach wants us to practice our strategy for the next match, but probably around 5.

Fine, I will wait for you at the bleachers.

What? No! I will search for you after practice.

Don’t come!

Damian frowned at the message. Usually, after Jon finished playing around with the absurd football team, they would meet on the bleachers where Damian had probably spent the last hour sketching and then they would go to the helicopter waiting for them on the field. Depending on the day, they would either crash at the Kent flat in Metropolis, train on the Wayne mansion or go to the Fortress of Attitude to work on a case. So Damian did not understand why suddenly Jon did not want him to wait for him.

“Do you think he knows?” he asked Maya later while they were waiting on the bleacher, because Damian was not exactly good at following orders. Not too far, Jon and the rest of the team were running around, his blue eyes staring at Damian from the distance.

“About your crush on him?” questioned Collin with a smirk. “Dude, don’t worry, Jon isn’t exactly the brightest guy around, he probably thinks is super normal your best friend has a whole notebook full of sketches of you.”

“I wasn’t asking you,” a wrapped sketch of Superboy hit Collin on the head.

“Wilkes have a point, you aren’t exactly subtle,” shrugged Maya. “But no, probably he didn’t want you to get close to the football team.”

Her words kept floating on his head even after they left and Damian found himself staring at the white paper wondering why Jon would be against him befriending the members of this team. Almost as if summoned by thought, he saw Jon approaching him with one of his teammates next to him. Strangely enough, the kid seemed to be saying something to Jon with a smile that the half-kryptonian was not returning. He almost looked mad. Weird.

“Woah, look at the time, we need to leave superfast, don’t we, D?” Jon said when they reached Damian.

“Not really,” he answered. “Pennyworth had to take Richard to Bludhaven so we have to wait a bit for him.”

“Great!” suddenly intervened the other kid. “Hi, I’m David, one of Jon’s teammates.”

“Yes, I clearly see that,” he raised an eyebrow at Jon who only shrugged.

“Well, let me tell you is an absolute pleasure to meet you, Damian,” to his surprise, David took his hand to place a gentle kiss on it while throwing a wink in his direction.

It took all his willpower to not cringe at the action, but watching how Jon was frowning in a clear bad mood he tried to behave. After all, this David boy must be a good friend for Jon if he wanted to introduce him to Damian. Was this the reason Jon did not want him to come today? Because he was scared Damian was going to be rude with this kid? That could not do, he was going to show Jon that he could be perfectly polite.

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Their routine changed a little bit from there. David ate lunch with them and always joined them on the bleachers after practice. He had to admit the kid was not that bad if it were not for the constant innuendos he had to suffer in his presence (Anyone told you your eyes shine like emeralds; They say painters need to know a lot of anatomy so I’ll be here if you want to practice; The tone of your skin is made of dreams baby, wet dreams). And the worst is that Damian could not tell him to please throw acid on his face if he ever dared to repeat those sentences in his presence, because David was Jon’s friend, and he was trying to be supportive.

Which was one of the reasons why he said yes to that stupid party and why he was suddenly in a circle playing truth or dare with David and the rest of the football team. Jon was there too, but he seemed to be in other of his weird bad moods. He had been having a lot lately and Damian did not know why.

“So, Dami,” he was this close to throwing his drink on David if he ever repeated that stupid nickname. “Truth or dare?”

“Your dares are dull as a doorknob so I will choose truth,” he was also expecting this game to finish soon so he could talk to Jon.

“Do you like someone?”

The whole room seemed to quiet at the question and suddenly Damian felt a thousand eyes on him. He could lie but having Jon in the room meant he would probably notice and ask him later.

“Yes.”

“From this team?”

“I believe the rules of this game forced me to answer only one question,” the other players started to complain and even Collin shouted at him to answer. “Fine, yes, it is from the team.”

His reply seemed to be enough for the next player to continue with the game, but it also made Jon frown harder and leave the room. Damian excused himself in order to follow him, but the boy must have used a bit of his super speed and he lost track of him in the sea of people. So he tried looking outside thinking that maybe the young kryptonian wanted a quick flight but to his surprise, David was following him.

“Do you need something?” he questioned when it was obvious that David was there for him as there was no one around them.

“Actually, yes,” he smiled approaching him. “And I think you know what it is.”

Before Damian could tell he had no idea what he was talking about, David crashed his lips against his, pushing him against the outside wall of the house. It took him a few minutes to finally react to what was happening, but before he could push David away a sudden current hit him sending him over the bushes.

“What the-?” questioned the boy confused for what had happened.

“Don’t you dare to touch a single hair from his head!” Jon was practically hissing at David, his heat vision almost visible.

“Cut the crap, dude!” David got up. “Damian said he liked me, why don’t you let us make out in peace and go sulk about it somewhere else?”

“I have never in my life stated such a thing,” interrupted Damian completely scandalized.

“Yes you did, on the game just a few minutes ago.”

“That was not you, you absolute brainless idiot! I can barely stand you!” he exploded. “The only reason I was doing it was because you were Jon’s friend.”

“He is not my friend!” Jon shouted then. “He had been pestering me about introducing you for months, that’s why I didn’t want you anywhere close to the team!”

“Then why didn’t you say it sooner?”

“Because you seemed to actually like it and I was scared if I said something you would know I was jealous!”

“Why the absolute hell would you be jealous of someone like him?”

“Because I like you!”

“Well, I like you too!”

“Fine!”

“Good!”

“Perf- wait, when did David leave?”

They turned to see that the spot where David was just a few minutes ago was now empty. After having clear he had no chance with Damian he must have decided to leave them to his argument. The interruption made them realise what they have just said and they stared at each other for a second, before Jon erased the distance between them and pushed Damian against the wall in a heated kiss. The smaller boy melted at the gesture and let his hands run through his waist.

“You cannot,” Jon kissed him on the neck. “imagine how much,” he sucked making Damian moan. “I’ve wanted,” he let his tongue lick the spot his lips had touched just mere seconds ago. “to do this.”

“Did you really thought I liked him?” mocked Damian tangling his fingers on his hair.

“And I hated every minute,” Jon kissed him again, resting his head on his front. “I want you all for myself, D.”

“You dumb corn cob,” he kissed his nose. “You always had me.”

[ask-the-camp-of-chaos]

HAPPY FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH EVERYONE!! Feel free to pester Jason, hopefully I'll get to threads and any asks sent in as well!

[awhitehead17]

Whumptober 2018: Day thirteen - “Stay”

Summary: She found that when Tim asked her to stay she couldn’t say no. 

Enjoy! :D 

The first thing she did when she got back to the cave was go over to the medical bay. She wasn’t hurt but her little brother was. Some of the family was already there either attending to her brother or themselves as they call it a night from being on patrol. 

Laid on one of the beds was Tim, his right leg and right arm are now in a cast, his shoulder was bandaged up as well as his ribs, he’s covered in bruising and in cuts.

Cass feels bad looking at him, she doesn’t like it when one of her family members get badly injured. She knows that it isn’t too serious, that any of his injuries are life threatening but that doesn’t help to ease her. 

Batman’s standing by his bedside telling him what the days ahead are going to be like. Why he’s bothering she’s not sure, she can already tell that Tim will ignore his rules and push his boundaries. What she is sure of however, is how much worry her adoptive father is currently in over the third robin. Everything about his body language is screaming protectiveness, there’s a hand running through Tim’s hair, the other is holding Tim’s hand, his lips are curved down slightly in worry and his voice is tight as he speaks. 

Cass watches the two of them interact, it’s a shame that her adoptive father doesn’t show that much compassion to his kids when they’re all okay, he only shows it when they’re laid up in bed ill or injured. 

Looking to the other side of the room she spots Dick wrapping his wrist, but he wasn’t really paying attention to what he was doing. He was watching the scene happening just as she was. Dick looks away and the two of them make eye contact, Dick smiles softly at her and she smiles back as he walks over. 

He places a hand on her shoulder, “You okay Cass?” 

She nods back because she was. No injuries during patrol and everything ran smoothly. 

Dick smiles, “That’s good then.” He looks over at Tim and Bruce, “I think Bruce has this handled. Tim will be alright as he normally is. Anyway, I need to go and check on Damian, Jason was pestering him earlier and I need to go and check he hasn’t gone and actually killed Jason like he threatened too.”

Dick gives her a quick hug before rushing off to play mediator. Cass shakes her head at her brother’s antics before turning back to Tim and Bruce. Bruce was now stood up and playing with the IV bag that was connected to Tim by a tube and needle. She walks over to the bed and stands there looking down at the injured bird. 

It takes Tim a little while to notice she was there but when he does he looks up at her and gives her a dopey smile, “Hey Cass.” 

As he speaks his words slightly slur together. She smiles knowingly at him, Tim is quite amusing to watch when on painkillers. She reaches out and gently runs her hands through his hair like Bruce had done earlier, Tim sends her another smiles and leans into her touch. 

She glances at Batman to find him looking at them with a soft expression. After a moment he says, “I’m going to go change, will you be alright Tim?” 

Tim turns to Batman at the sound of his name, he blinks at the man a few times before leaning back into Cass’s hand, “I’ll be fine.” 

Cass didn’t miss the way that Tim seemed to sort of snap at their adoptive father and neither did Bruce. Batman looks at him for a moment before turning away and heading for the showers. Cass turns her attention back onto her brother, “You okay?” She asks him. 

“I’m fine. He’s just over protective.” 

She makes a humming sound and continues to pet Tim’s head. She can tell that he’s slowly edging towards sleep now, she decides that she’ll leave once he’s out. 

A few minutes later once Tim’s breathing has finally levelled out and his eyes are closed she carefully starts to extract her hand from his head. She starts to move away from the bed when suddenly a hand reaches out and grabs her suit. She turns back to find Tim heavily blinking at her. 

“Stay... please.” 

Cass debates it for a moment but quickly comes to the conclusion that it won’t hurt if see stays. She hasn’t got anywhere to be now and it’s an opportunity to spend some time with her brother even if he is just going to be sleeping the whole time. 

She gently pries his hand off her and move over to the left side of the bed. Being careful she avoids the wires that are hooked up to her brother and settles on the bed next to him. Tim hums happily and leans into her side and promptly falls asleep again. She lets herself relax on the bed and then threads her fingers through his hair like she had been doing earlier. 

Thanks to the painkillers Tim easily falls asleep against her and when Bruce comes through the cave after his shower he gives her a knowing smile before wishing her a good night. Eventually she feels herself relax enough to allow herself to fall asleep but also knowing that if Tim needs her, she’s right there to help.

[roseuscuculio]

lookin’ at me?/ jason and dick

a drabble for @cxrmcnxvis portrayin’ jaybird feelings and reactions to asks sent and current threads happening between the two.

Jason found himself dropping through Grayson’s window frequently. Before and after patrols. Other days he’ll be at the center, dropping off food and now participating so he can shut up the pestering of the teacher he’s bringing lunch too. Not at all to get on the good side of the kids.

( It’s to get on the good side of the kids. ) 

So. He sees Dick Grayson like every damn day. Unless he’s on a long ass mission. He’s getting used to his presence. Jason’s feeling comfortable, falling into a routine. So. He notices things. 

Like when he’s changing, and he feels eyes on him. No big deal. Maybe Dick was staring at the many scars he has on his back. Both old and new.

Then there was that day, he had bought a new belt. Jason was playing around the buckle when the other walked into the guest room with blankets. Another moment of a long pause, Jason ignores the other in order to observe the behavior. Idling around with his belt, his eyebrows raise at the flustered actions. He glances at the blankets thrown onto the bed with haste. What in the world?

“Thanks, I guess!” Is what he had yelled in response. 

Now, the burn medication. An opportunity to test out the waters. Jason had a run in with Gotham’s resident Firefly, before kicking the arsonist’s ass back to Blackgate. He could’ve easily had one of his teammates help him out, but he had left them, Artemis shaking her head in an amused fashion. 

Jason’s not sure how to feel about Dick sighing when he’s about to apply the burn medication. 

What he is sure about?

He’s got a big ol’ crush. 

[babssmithart]

Lecture - What is Sculpture.

The plinth gave the sculpture place. See Rodin until 50'S  First to do this was Segal. 60 years ago.

Anthony Gormely - Relationship with the body as an interactive space. Mostly human scale. The viewer has to get down to the sculpture to encounter it.

Carston Holler why is it sculpture - it interacts with the people and the building.

Carl Andre minimalist laid floors. Respond and belong to the land. 

Robert Smithson using big construction materials. Levels rose and it disappeared it is now visible again. 12 to 18 feet wide.

Donald Urqhart An English Stand.  He has changed the shadows that might line up once a day.

Nancy Holt tubes in the dedert aranged in a cross Sun Tinnels that represent star constellations.

Different materials for the description of different things.

See Meret Oppenheim the functional now not functionsl.

Claes Oldenburg soft typwriter.  

Urich Ruckreim heavy stones.  

We must get material right.

Jason Declaires Taylor underwater people.

The age of anthoposcene how man now affects the earth. This art creates a living space.

Mining head refer to industry and different ryder the padt and future.

Jill Randall - Torment of the metals.

A platform that you can't stand on.

Eduardo Chillida Eulogy to Water baded on the effect of the reflection.

The found objects started with Marcel Duchamp - if he said it was art it was.

100 years later we accept anything can be art.

Tony Cragg uses found objects to describe people and places.

Mark Dion the Thames dig collected materials from the thames made lists and put th in a cabinet.

This is a social comment.

Dali put incongruous images together - lobster phone.

When new material comes available artists use it.

Sculpture involves the creation of new and unique objects.

Richard Serra verbs then proceeded to follow them and instructions to create new work.

A tangible object.

Christo and jean claude wrap things they sell drawings to raise funds an pester authorities to fund creation of temporary sculpture.

Wrapped the German Parliament.

2004 orange gates of fabric

Tone Cragg Abstracted from materials.  

Jaume plensa alabaster crumbles when touched.

Material vital to the success of the art work.

Do ho suh light white transparent architecture from memory.

The material important.

Amish Kapoor The Cloud gate in shiny chrome reflects the city. Polished 2 per day. In Chicago.

Process and its importance.  

David Nash works in wood charred. He refers to the process.

Liza Lou uses beads  

Uses women to stich beads refers to domesticity an kitch and the process.

Sculpture of Tank and the runner on top.the runner was the driving force of the tank.  

Political kinetic.

Instaklation or sculpture. Tenuois link is indtallation is made for a space.

Jim Lambie  

Uses tape on important floors to crated patterns 

Chiharu Shiota keys thread and boats. Keys a symbol of security.

Paul cummins blood shot lands and seas of red poppies. Politics history. Each of the dead

Steven Dixon white flower replacing brick

Almost not noticeable found objects discreet and intimate.  

I enjoyed this lecture, there is a lot of material to investigate with our 3D project in mind. I particularly like the work of Christo, the message interests me as I like the idea of layers. This is with reference to the fact that we often see what we are looking for and each of us sees differently. 

I also like the subtle work of Do Ho Suh, the transparency of the materials  and architectural aspect of a sculpture and subject, has a contraction which is intriguing. 

[arobinwithoutbatman]

"And then you'd have to explain to your family why you have this set up because you and I both know how nosy we all are." Tim replied, semi distracted by whatever game he was playing.

Lots of rapid button tapping as he scowled at the screen and music came out of the small speakers. "That is a terrible choice, the heck am I supposed to do with that and the build I currently have?" He grumbled, mostly to himself. "Devil deal better show up at some point, I could do with something actually useful."

There was a moment of silence, perhaps he was thinking, perhaps he was avoiding the question or focusing but he did respond. "We talked. Briefly. It was Father's Day so we went out for lunch. It was awkward."

A gremlin has appeared and he's hanging upside off of your sofa and playing a game on his switch @arobinwithoutbatman

As long as his shoes are off while he's inside, it's fine.

"You're coming by more often," Jason smirks and raises a brow before kicking off his messy combat boots. Apparently, he was just outside in Red Hood gear. "It's making me think I should just have a Tim set up from now on."

Then he flops on the couch.

"How you been? Did you try hanging out with your old man, yet?"

[lustfulheart]

INDIE SMUT RP (PLOT CENTRIC THOUGH) - YOU MUST BE 18+ (PREFERABLY 21+) TO ENTER PLEASE AND THANKS

Welcome everyone to my page! I’m not new to indie, but have decided to come back after a long absence from the scene. I just missed it so much so I couldn’t resist anymore. I am a mostly mutuals only blog, but if you see an open in the tags you’re more than welcome to answer it even if we don’t follow each other! Some of the best partners are found that way, but just know I might be selective at times when it comes to muse && such. FOLLOWING THAT HOWEVER, PLEASE DON’T PESTER ME FOR THREADS OR REPLIES IF I DO NOT FOLLOW YOU BACK. YOU MAY ANSWER AN OPEN, BUT IF I DON’T REPLY PLEASE DO NOT KEEP TRYING. I HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO AS I PLEASE ON THIS BLOG. (ALSO DO NOT UNFOLLOW / REFOLLOW QUICKLY, I SAW YOU THE FIRST TIME.)

As of right now I play both female && male characters (there is an obvious lean towards females because I can’t help it) && while I’m not here to say you have to double up with one of my girls to get my guys, just know those threads might come a bit slower at times. Not always, but sometimes the muse is just lower for them - but I don’t try to drop threads without at least making some sort of psa post about it, so keep an eye out for them!

When it comes to pairings, all of my men are straight && a majority of my ladies are bisexual! Leading the bulk of my threads to lean either towards m/f or f/f, but at the time of updating this (12/3/2022) I will not be including m/m content on my blog. I have nothing against it, but I will not write it I am sorry 🖤When writing a starter though, I will always include the preferences at the top so there is no confusion. 

All of the normal rules apply here, && please be over the age of 21. Discord is more likely to be given out to people whom I have plotted with a little bit at least on here already, but I am more willing to write there now so that shouldn’t be too hard. I just have to know it’s not gonna flop && go nowhere within a day or two. 

Below the cut is my mobile friendly muse list! It will be updated as I continue to expand the roster, but if you want to write with me && really want a particular face to play against that you don’t see here, I am more than willing to add whatever fc you want (provided they have enough resources)

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR MY STARTERS, LOOK UP THE TAG : starter tag

AS OF 7/22/2023 I HAVE SWITCHED TO BETA AS THAT IS LIKELY WHAT MOST PEOPLE ARE USING NOW.

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IF A “⩥” APPEARS NEXT TO THEIR NAME IT MEANS THE MUSE IS ONLY AVALIABLE UPON REQUEST / DEPENDANT UPON THE PLOT AT HAND! (I just simply do not wish to get rid of them entirely, but they are going to be a lower activity muse by default)

LADIES:

Jenny Boyd - Cassie Dunbrow

Ana De Armas - Elena Ortega   “⩥”

Dove Cameron - Bella Grover

Madelyn Cline - Sydney "Syd" Limpkin

Dianna Agron - Violet Monroe   “⩥”

Madelaine Petsch - Kat Hendricks

Grace Van Dien -  Zoey White

Kathryn Newton - Twyla Allen

Zoe Colletti - Liddy Caldwell

Sadie Sink - Kirby Lewis

Holland Roden - Ginny Wallace

Gemma Chan - Mei Lin   “⩥”

Natalia Dyer - Tori Van Dickson   “⩥”

Camila Mendes - Izabel Torres

Ellie Bamber - Madison Penn

Sydney Sweeney - Charlie Kramer

Kaitlyn Dever - Hayley Sumpter   “⩥”

Amy Adams - Lauren Moore

GENTS:

Tyler Hoechlin - Parker Hornsby   “⩥”

Bradley Cooper - Ash Winger

Robbie Amell - Klaus Weber   “⩥”

Idris Elba - Simon Huntsman

Matthew Noszka - Jaxon Krol

Pedro Pascal - Mateo Soto   “⩥”

Dacre Montgomery - Ryker Collymore

Chris Pine - Ethan Sharp

Jason Momoa - Levi Madden

[arobinwithoutbatman]

That was kinda sad. Jason really only had his neighbors here but it also meant that this world's Tim wasn't about to get treated with pity out of nowhere.

"Obviously there's gonna be some differences, I don't need to tell you that. I love my parents and they love me. I still vaguely remember when they were around all the time, I remember being held and talked to and obviously I remember the circus. Or at least, I have some very clear sensory memories of that night."

Hm... did he want to take the secret way through some levels and do something cool? Or did he want to do a standard run and not think too much? Standard run, he's not in the mood for the focus the secret route requires. Down into the caverns he does then.

"And then I got my autism diagnosis and it all stopped. They didn't know what to do and didn't really do any research. I learned how to repress some of my habits and how to blend in and when I did good enough, they went back to work. Drake Industries was all construction based, they did archaeology for fun and went all over the world. Bills were always handled, housework was for the housekeeper, all I had to worry about was keeping my own room clean and keeping my grades up. My physical needs were met. Emotional needs kinda fell by the wayside which became my normal."

Ugh, stupid trap room taking his attention and focus for a couple of minutes.

"You know I cried the first time Dick hugged me because I was so touch starved?" He said after several minutes of silence and navigating multiple rooms. "He and Bruce were trying to respect my space. We all thought I was touch averse because I shied away from touch so much. I was trying to comfort him because talking about you always made him sad and I knew better than to try and ask Bruce about you. I offered him a hug even though I wasn't a fan of hugs. And then I sort of broke down in his lap and it turned to him comforting me." He sighed. "It's taken me a while to learn that my parents, while good people, maybe weren't the best parents. Because I have good memories of them. I miss my mom a lot, I go to her grave every mother's day. And I do miss spending time with my dad. We're just... such different people now."

"He doesn't get to be disappointed." Tim replied firmly, punctuated by some unnecessarily firm button pushes as he dealt with a room full of spiders. "I'd imagine your Tim dealt with something similar and if he hasn't brought it up, don't you dare repeat any of this or start treating him different because he will figure it out and the reaction won't be good."

It was the only warning he was willing to give and only because he didn't know how close Jason was with his Tim. What was the Tim of this world even like?

"I remember when Mom and Dad started talking about going back to work. I'd been a good boy at the winter gala and with how they were talking, I thought I'd be going on an adventure with them. I woke up one morning in March to an empty house and a note on the table saying where they'd gone and when they'd be back and my babysitter would take me to school." His expression was stormy, eyebrows drawn as he recounted the memory. "I was six." The room cleared and he moved on. "I was Robin at thirteen. I was his sole carer when he got paralysed on one of his trips. He and Mom could never keep to a schedule and sure they always sent postcards and sometimes brought souvenirs home but that wasn't what I needed and it's taken me this long to finally accept that. He wasn't around. I took care of myself. He doesn't get to waltz back in just because Bruce is dead and he doesn't like Dick that much. So if I want to work with the old money family that showed me love and care instead of trying to improve the reputation and standing of my stupid new money family and continue the really dumb high society crap between old money and new money, he can shove it."

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"He doesn't get to be disappointed." Tim replied firmly, punctuated by some unnecessarily firm button pushes as he dealt with a room full of spiders. "I'd imagine your Tim dealt with something similar and if he hasn't brought it up, don't you dare repeat any of this or start treating him different because he will figure it out and the reaction won't be good."

It was the only warning he was willing to give and only because he didn't know how close Jason was with his Tim. What was the Tim of this world even like?

"I remember when Mom and Dad started talking about going back to work. I'd been a good boy at the winter gala and with how they were talking, I thought I'd be going on an adventure with them. I woke up one morning in March to an empty house and a note on the table saying where they'd gone and when they'd be back and my babysitter would take me to school." His expression was stormy, eyebrows drawn as he recounted the memory. "I was six." The room cleared and he moved on. "I was Robin at thirteen. I was his sole carer when he got paralysed on one of his trips. He and Mom could never keep to a schedule and sure they always sent postcards and sometimes brought souvenirs home but that wasn't what I needed and it's taken me this long to finally accept that. He wasn't around. I took care of myself. He doesn't get to waltz back in just because Bruce is dead and he doesn't like Dick that much. So if I want to work with the old money family that showed me love and care instead of trying to improve the reputation and standing of my stupid new money family and continue the really dumb high society crap between old money and new money, he can shove it."

There's a cartoon baby on the screen being controlled by Tim as it wanders a dungeon and fires tears at the various enemies. Was that a monster made of poop?

"It was just as awkward as our text conversations." He replied with a shrug as he made his character fight the monster. "He doesn't know how to talk to me anymore and I've grown up so much that I have no idea how to relate to him."

He won the battle and a pair of items appeared. He selected a book and the loading screen for the next level appeared. A quick cartoon animation of Tim's character trying a wig and getting laughed at by another child.

"The only time he was any kind of enthusiastic was when I said I planned to take back Drake Industries when I was twenty-one." His smile turned a touch vicious. "And then he seemed kinda put out when I said I planned to partner with Wayne Enterprises rather than run against them."

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"You go to church?" He asked, completely distracted now, head tilted in curiosity which looks very odd upside down.

Ooohhhhhh he's been upside down too long. Time to sit up. Very easily done what with Robin training and all; his core muscles were insane, be didn't need to grab onto anything to pull himself up. Woooooaaaahhhhhh, lightheaded... which was he'd gone upside down in the first place. The sensation of righting himself again was always fun.

"...they weren't perfect. It just took me a while to learn, and I don't think I've fully accepted it yet." He continued, slow and unsure as he paused his game. "They never yelled at me or hit me or anything. Got a little curt sometimes and confiscated things, but that was as bad as it got." There was a soft smile on his face as another memory came to mind. "Mom would let me hold her skirts at events as long as I could keep the movements small and subtle when I was being bothered by all the noise and lights. And dad got seriously worried early in my Robin career cause I kept coming home with bruises that I wouldn't explain. He was about ready to try and sue Bruce cause he thought I was being hurt."

"He doesn't get to be disappointed." Tim replied firmly, punctuated by some unnecessarily firm button pushes as he dealt with a room full of spiders. "I'd imagine your Tim dealt with something similar and if he hasn't brought it up, don't you dare repeat any of this or start treating him different because he will figure it out and the reaction won't be good."

It was the only warning he was willing to give and only because he didn't know how close Jason was with his Tim. What was the Tim of this world even like?

"I remember when Mom and Dad started talking about going back to work. I'd been a good boy at the winter gala and with how they were talking, I thought I'd be going on an adventure with them. I woke up one morning in March to an empty house and a note on the table saying where they'd gone and when they'd be back and my babysitter would take me to school." His expression was stormy, eyebrows drawn as he recounted the memory. "I was six." The room cleared and he moved on. "I was Robin at thirteen. I was his sole carer when he got paralysed on one of his trips. He and Mom could never keep to a schedule and sure they always sent postcards and sometimes brought souvenirs home but that wasn't what I needed and it's taken me this long to finally accept that. He wasn't around. I took care of myself. He doesn't get to waltz back in just because Bruce is dead and he doesn't like Dick that much. So if I want to work with the old money family that showed me love and care instead of trying to improve the reputation and standing of my stupid new money family and continue the really dumb high society crap between old money and new money, he can shove it."