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Shattered Pieces
Tw mentions of self harm, suicidal thoughts, and depictions if self harm depression and vague implication of an eating disorder
What happens when Jason todd finds his significant other struggling, struggling far more then he ever imagined, how does he react when he finds that he's missed all of the signs of them spiraling of them coming undone to the point where it finally comes to a head in the most self destructive way possible.. one night he comes home early after patrolling the streets of Gotham only to find his significant other engaging in self destructive behavior one that could be deadly and he refuses to let them push him away he's here regardless of what happens he's not going anywhere he doesn't care if he ends up single at least they'd be alive and healing and that's what matters..
This is a hurt comfort fic there's not necessarily a happy ending in this one but I won't say it's not unhappy either it's an ending of mutual understanding and real love the kind that's gentle and safe
(Starting to think I need to dedicate a blog to fanfiction now tbh)
Jason Todd stood outside the door of their shared apartment, the sound of his boots faint on the wooden floor. He hadn’t meant to come back so early, but patrol had ended sooner than expected, and for once, the city was quiet. The first thing he noticed when he walked in was the silence—an emptiness that clung to the corners of the room. It was late, and they were always up when he got home. It wasn’t unusual for them to stay up, lost in their thoughts or buried in books, but tonight, there was something wrong.
The flickering light of the bathroom filtered under the door.
He was about to knock, but then he heard it.
A soft, stifled cry. A faint sound of metal against skin. His stomach sank.
He had spent months noticing the changes—the way they’d withdraw, the hollow look in their eyes when they thought no one was watching. The subtle but growing distance between them. Jason, always the quick-to-anger and impulsive one, had brushed it off, telling himself they’d talk when they were ready. But now, he knew. He felt it in his bones. The secrecy, the silence. The pain in their eyes. The baggy clothes, the constant long sleeves even though they weren't one to enjoy being overly warm.
“(Y/N)?” he called, his voice strained, unsure if they would even answer.
The sound stopped.
There was a long moment of silence, followed by the soft shuffle of feet against tile. And small soft tinkling noises almost as if things were being moved around, and then he heard it something akin to the sound of metal on tile. Jason desperately wanted to wrench the door open break it down if he had to, but he couldn't risk causing them further distress, he knew how important it was to make his person feel safe secure, so he pushed back the dread, and panic he wanted to tell himself that he's been through worse but nothing could compare to this. Fighting the joker, and killer croc were one thing but this was different. After a long while of strained silence the door creaked open slightly, he gently pulled the door open slowly they turned to face him with a soft smile, though if he knew anything especially with being around dick it's that the smile was the greatest defence to hiding pain, he could see it now the hollowness in they're eyes how unsteady they looked on there feet, looking at them now he could see it the pain, the distress.
“Your back early, I thought you said you wouldn't be home till late tonight”, still with that smile the kind that didn't fully reach the eyes the way they seemed to shift and move as they spoke and how they seemed to keep there hands firmly in there sleeves, the slight tremble in they're posture almost like the act of standing was to much. The dim lighting from the bathroom seemed to make there eyes look that much more haunting the smile they plastered onto there face for him it's what he'd like to call the glass smile the one that begged him not to ask yet he couldn't do that any longer, he wanted to give them space and time to talk to them in they're own but he now understood they wouldn't not unless pushed. Gently he grabbed hold of her hand very softly, when did they get so thin was his only thought but one that was that much more nagging and pressing. He gently flipped her hand palm up and that's when he noticed the smile faltered he swear he saw panic, vaguely he was reminded of a cornered animal or a very frightened child maybe both things were true at once. The moment they tried to pull away from him was the moment he knew it didn't make the dread in his stomach any less he needed to see. But he couldn't push to hard he knew that could result in a much bigger chasm opening between them then before, so he let her wiggle free from him as he did so he saw her take a few steps away from him still with that damn smile.
He took a few steps towards her he didn't wanna corner her that wasn't his wish instead he merely sat in front of her both of his massive legs in criss cross apple sauce, still in full tactical gear from pratolling Gotham, his hope was this way it would feel alot less threatening to her he didn't speak he was trying to find how to start this conversation so instead he merely reached out to her gently he pulled her towards him gently placing her hands atop his mess of curls.
Even with the uncertainty coursing through her and the anxiety she couldn't help but gently trace her fingers through his silly curls, his hair has come a long way since they first met she could recall how it was always a matter tangled mess now it was nothing but soft silky locks, she noted the soft crease of worry forming between his brows and yet he still didn't mention any of it she knew he heard of course he did, he was trained by Gotham's greatest detective, she began to sweat her heart began to race and it felt suddenly to warm in this small cramped room it was suffocating she needed out, god the memories began to flood her mind of when she was a teen what happened when her parents found out about her mental health how she got locked into a room and pushed into a wall with no way out hands gripped her but she couldn't ..all she could feel was that push back into the wall how hard it was to breathe was she even breathing god her chest felt like it was full of burning bees bile began to rise up the back of her throat she was trapped no where to go no escape they wouldn't let her out she needed out.
His heart dropped.
He's never seen her like this not once he recognized it now this was a full PTSD episode she was no longer seeing him what she saw was a monster from the past, he tried to think to what dick and Talia would do to break him out of these episodes he recalled how Talia would take him out into the open wilds so he'd feel less constricted but the way she looked at him it was like he was a demon from hell she was curling in on herself sinking deeper and deeper into the dark. The only thing he could think of to do in this moment was open every window in the room hopefully the cold of the air would be able to ground her a bit he desperately wanted to just pull her into his arms but he knew from experience to do something like that when someone was in this state would do more harm. So he forced open the windows in the bathroom. Slowly there was a light pitter patter that could be heard throughout the room.
As a cold breeze seemed to sputter into the room it seemed to pull her back just slightly he gave her as much space as he dared but he couldnt bear to leave her alone because right now she was a risk to herself. His chest ached and it felt like his stomach was full of lead yet this wasn't about him nor could it be, he'd deal with the fact he's failed her later right now she needed him to be strong.
“(Y/N),” he said again, his voice barely above a whisper as he was on his knees before her trying to look up into her eyes to find some semblance that she could see him. This time, there was no mistaking the hurt in his tone. That seemed to pull her out but now she was trembling she was never one to be vulnerable she hated emotions even sharing them so for her to break like this. When he tried to reach for her she pushed him back ��Why can't you leave me be?!” her voice sounded foreign to her own ears vaguely she was aware she was hurting him but maybe this was better if she could make him see that she was a mistake and get him to leave he could forget, forget her forget she ever existed and she could waste away without the guilt without the exhaustion.
His heart dropped he let her push him back hell he'd let her slit his throat if he knew that's what she needed to feel better and whole. Ofcourse her pushing against him was like a feather pushing against the weight of a boulder not alot of strength in it yet he could see that the mask finally broke, that was progress even if it felt ugly and hard and forced she was feeling things and more importantly acting on them, instead of hiding or burying them.
“Good you can see me now, I need you to show me let me take care of you,” he was still on his knees before her she was standing there looking dazed, trembling, hands curled tightly around each sleeve as if it were a life line though maybe it was he could tell she felt cornered but he couldn't wait on this much longer, slowly he reached just behind her and flipped on a switch suddenly the whole room was illuminated in splatters of harsh yellows and golds. That's when he saw it how pale her complexion was the way her cheeks looked vaguely hollowed, her eyes so full of hidden grief he could feel the panic coming off of her in waves she backed away from him slightly until she hit the toilet seat and stumbled her caught her and gently lowered her to a sitting position but as he did so her shirt began to ride up just slightly to reveal puffy red angry slashes and her bones were starting to poke through..
His heart stopped it was like he could no longer breathe and everything was in slow motion slowly he let himself drop down in front of her he needed to see even if she were to dump him this moment for this even if he lost her forever he had to know it felt as though he was moving through quick sand she tried to push his hands away from her as if they were made out of hot irons. Yet he couldn't be deterred, he caught hold of her hand which was infinitely smaller then his own and softly he pushed her sleeve up what he saw made his heart break, the scars that seemed to pepper her entire wrist some were so deep, softly he moved to the next one and pulled up the other sleeve only what he found was lines of red and little dots forming along those lines. He felt his mind switching to autopilot he couldn't bring himself to speak not at first instead he merely pulled out his first aid kit that he still had on his person from patrol he gently began to clean the wounds she no longer tried to pull away but she refused to look at him her posture was as stiff as a billboard, it was almost as if she were a statue.
As he pulled out the special wound disinfectant that Alfred created it both numbed and eased thee pain of any wound as well as cleaned it making it a hybrid of anesthetic and wound cleaner, “this will sting for a few moments then you shouldn't feel any pain at all and any irritations and swelling should ease”, she didn't respond she couldn't bring herself to other then a mute nod.
Slowly the bathroom began to fill with the chemical smell of rubbing alcohol that nurses would use at hospitals she flinched slightly as he sprayed down the wounds on her arm he never said it would burn she thought yet it was kinda nice it was soothing, next came the gauze he bagan to slowly unwrap a bundle of white stuff and then paused to examine her she wasn't really watching him instead her eyes were fixed on the floor yet he couldn't stand the silence, so he finally decided to break it and ask the one thing he so desperately needed to know.
“Why?!”
They couldn’t answer. Their eyes were fixed on the floor, the shame in their posture so overwhelming it almost physically hurt to witness.
Jason moved closer, the raw, unfiltered anger he usually carried now muted by something else. Something worse. His hands gently cupped their face, lifting it up to meet his gaze. He was careful not to press too hard. He had learned the hard way, long ago, not to force someone to look at him if they weren’t ready.
“You don’t have to do this,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over their cheek. “You don’t have to keep hiding.”
They shook their head, panic infiltrating they're body get again, barely able to form words through the thick lump in their throat. All they could taste as they tried to force out words was a bitter bile, they were suffocating “It’s… it’s the only way I… I can't I.. I'm not …” they're thoughts were a panicked mess they couldn't answer they couldn't say everything on they're mind and God the look in his eyes that was worse it made her want to rip off her own skin. Then he did something that shocked her above all else he slowly turned her wrist over his head bent over them as if examining the wounds and then softly he dipped his head and pressed his lips gently to the marred ruined skin, it took a few moments for it to register what he was doing he was kissing them. She couldn't push it back any longer the damn broke.
He took that moment to pull her close to lift her into his arms her whole body was shaking. Yet she was still silent he understood it though that was her safety so he let her take refuge there in the silence he merely pressed his face into the crook of her neck.
“Nothing you do or say would ever make me leave you, well work through this together even if things aren't okay, and maybe they won't feel okay any time soon but you have me, your not alone anymore your safe now”.
He felt her cling to him so tightly he didn't care about the tears. Softly he gently moved her to one side.
“I'm gonna finish dressing the wound now, it's okay your okay we'll be okay”. His voice was soft he found he couldn't get himself to go above a whisper, she kept her face buried in his chest he wasn't going to force her to look at him not in this moment all he did was just move her so she was more on his side so he could wrap both her wrists with the gauze, all the while humming an old lullaby dick used to sing to him gently rocking her back and forth. Slowly he could feel the trembling in her easing right as he cut the last bit of gauze. He wanted to get a better look at her stomach and side yet he wasn't going to push it all he did was gently brush his hand against that area very gently just to ensure he couldn't feel any wetness when his hand came back dry and fine that's when he allowed himself to stand with her still in his grip and walked them both into the adjacent bedroom.
He continued to hum until she wasn't trembling as much he knew she was exhausted and mentally warn out but right now he couldn't let this be not just yet. Gently he pulled her away from his chest he cupped her face in both his hands so softly he treated her as if she were the world's most fragile piece of china. He didn't push her to hard he knew from experience not to but she looked at him still tears slowly dripping down her face he gently brushed them away, he could see the uncertainty there too and the fear.
“Why?” There was no accusation in his voice nor dissappointment only hurt.
“Why have you hidden it for so long”?
She still couldn't get her mouth to work her thoughts were a blur and she could no longer feel the stinging that helped make everything easier it helped make things less difficult he took the crutch it felt like she was lost in a sea of feelings and thoughts with no true way to get any of them out she was lost in a sea of words and a tornado of thoughts it felt like all of it was going to tear her apart she couldn't get her mouth to cooperate. She shook her head and tried to pull herself out of his grip she couldn't look into hiss eyes not now that he knew the truth he saw all of it all of the uglyness that she was. Slowly he let her pull away soon she had her back to him she was unsteady as she stood but she batted his hands away when he tried to help she walked over to the wall to ceiling windows and just stood before it looking out it watching the lights off Gotham City. He gave her the space to collect herself soon she just sat in front of the window still clinging to her silence it was almost as though a blanket of grief had engulfed the room.
She forced the words out still her own voice sounded foreign to her it felt as if she were speaking from far away it felt like she was watching herself and like this was all some bad dream, maybe if she told him the ugly truth maybe this nightmare would be over and she'd wake up and everything would be just like it's been the last few months…. Yeah a dream that's what this was..
“It's the only way I can keep it from consuming me, it silences the thoughts, and…” she paused considering as her fingers tapped at the glass gently following the droplets of rain as they splattered down the glass he couldn't help but find her beautiful against the dark glow of Gotham, even in this state she was still the most beautiful thing he's ever seen yet he was seeing now just how much she was hiding yet he remained silent just letting her collect her thoughts.
“And I.. I guess it's better.. then being dead, I mean .. I.. sometimes I feel nothing and.. this.. it .. well.. it helps.. maybe I guess sometimes it's like an addiction..” she let out a soft breath continuing to follow the path of the rain down the window.
“Sometimes it's more impulse and sometimes everything is to loud my thoughts,.. the nightmares… all of it it's to loud… and … the. Rage .. it's to much.. I wish I could rip off my own skin most of the time.. even sometimes wishing I could take scissors to all the parts I hate.. or it's a way to get rid of the repulsive thoughts, the sick ones the ones that make me want to take a bullet and put it through my brain.. sometimes it's the only way I can stay alive… and it's all I have left to keep from drowning, people aren't meant to be life lines and you most definitely shouldn't be”-....
Jason before he knew what he was doing or realizing he was moving he had himself wrapped tightly around her just hugging her to himself from behind while leaving all his patrol gear on the ground.. “no don't you dare say it..just don't” his grip tightened around them, but not in anger—more like a lifeline as though holding on might be the only thing that kept him from breaking entirely. “I get it. I do,” he murmured, voice low. “But this? This isn’t it. This isn’t how you heal or how you cope.. it's not,” he stopped himself instead he pushed his face deep into her hair he closed his eyes and forced himself to relax he could feel his eyes taking on a slight glow of green he forced himself to exhale slowly.
“I know this is hard”, they shook there head eyes squeezed shut just wishing he'd stop speaking fresh tears and of guilt came crashing over them. “I don’t know how else to do it, Jay. I don’t know how else to make it stop, make the thoughts stop, the fucking memories all of it this is the only way I know how to keep from killing myself to keep myself alive to keep the rage in check all of it i .. I just .. I don't know what more to do ….”
Jason took a deep breath, the words coming harder now. He had never been good at talking about feelings—especially his own—but he couldn’t stand the idea of losing them to this.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his voice unsteady but full of conviction. “And I’m not going to leave you to deal with this on your own. You don’t have to carry this weight alone, alright? I’m right here. Every step of the way.”
The silence between them was heavy. Slowly, they reached upwards and let held onto him giving a soft tentative squeeze and gently pulling one of his hands out from around they're chest and into there own hands just running they're fingers over the rough callouses and scars that settled across his knuckles.
“I’m scared,” they whispered, their voice breaking under the weight of everything they hadn’t said.
Jason pulled them into his chest, his arms wrapping around them tightly, and he turned them so they instead of the window they were now facing him and he just pulled her into his grip wrapping himself around her. If he could get any closer he would almost as if he could shield her from this from herself if he wrapped himself around her he could be her human shield against the sea of darkness that threatened to swallow them with just his presence. “I’m scared too. But I’m not going to let you do this alone. Whatever it takes. We’ll figure it out, together.”
And in that moment, Jason Todd understood more than just the weight of their struggle. He understood the power of being there, of offering a broken heart to help heal another. There were no promises that everything would be okay, but they had each other. And that was enough—for now. He could feel her just easing into his arms he didn't know how long they stayed like that but it was enough time for the sun to slowly rise above the smaug of Gotham, and long enough for morning sirens to go off all over yet neither of them moved.
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I love this
Heys can you write the bat boys magically get put (stuck) in their robin costumes and have to go on patrol with them on 🫶🏾
OH YES I CAN
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When the gold smoke disappears around them, everyone still coughing and covering their faces, the first thing any of them notice, isn't that the assailant they're fighting got away, it's that none of them have pants on. "Oh my god." Dick gasps as everyone yells in horror, looking down at themselves.
"WHY AM I NOT WEARING PANTS!" Damian's voice brings all their eyes to him; and when he notices their stares, he quickly covers himself with the cape on his back. "Is anyone de-aged?? Everyone get over here!" Dick quickly jumps into action, grabbing three yellow capes and yanking them to a corner. The petty robber they were fighting is already gone, and they have much bigger things to worry about, specifically the fact that none of them are wearing pants.
"What the hell kind of magic is this!" Jason sneers, using his own cape for cover as well. "Okay we all seem to be fine, no age differences, no personality differences. Did that seriously just make us all wear my old Robin costume?" Dick puts his hands on his hips to overlook the four of them. Jason and Damian look murderous, Tim looks embarrassed. "How would that even work? That's too specific of a spell, maybe if it was our old Robin costumes too, but how could they make it just yours? Why?" Tim thinks out loud, frowning as his cheeks turn red, Dick is smiling when he looks back at him. "Get rid of the grin dickhead." Jason snips, and Dick giggles. "I can't help it, our Robin's look so cute!" He says, earning groans from the youngest two.
"Oh let me have this I never got to see either of you in my suit." Dick huffs as Damian shoves past him, still wrapped in his cape as he shuffles toward the door. "Robin wait we need to go to the cave together!" Dick calls, looking over his belt for his beacon, Tim wordlessly reaches over and presses it, making Dick grin again. "I love you, you freaky little stalker." He giggles as Tim groans in embarrassment and walks away. "Get a grip." Jason says, but Dick is still happy, skipping over to where Damian stands, ears red and not looking at any of them as they wait for the Batmobile to come to them.
"Well, that certainly is a sight." Alfred says as the four boys climb out of the car. "Aren't we cute!" Dick says. "We should've checked him for a de-age curse, sounds like he's been hit." Jason grumbles as Dick glares at him, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm having a great time; this was my costume, I haven't worn it in years! And seeing all of you guys wear it is awesome." He says, looking to where Damian is already yanking the suit off. "You could've given it pants, it's effeminate and embarrassing." He sneers, Dick only rolls his eyes. "I was eight when I designed it, and Robin was built around me, so you're welcome." Dick says, watching as Damian successfully frees himself, he grabs one of his backup Robin suits and starts to put it on.
It's silent as everyone watches, as soon as his suit is fully on, it transforms right in front of their eyes to the Robin suit. "You have to be kidding me." Damian sneers through his teeth, yanking it off again, he grabs his hoodie and sweats he wore earlier before patrol, as soon as they're on, he's back in the Robin suit. Both of his own suits still lay on the floor, looking normal and unbothered. "This is a little less funny now." Dick admits, looking to the other two; who look furious. "I can't wear ANYTHING??" Jason yells, and Tim groans, holding his head in his hands. Dick pries at his domino mask. "This at least comes off!" He says, cringing as Jason's murderous glare pierces him.
"What. Happened." Bruce's voice startles them, they all turn and see him standing in the doorway, he's still in a robe, gauze visible underneath as he holds his middle, eyes darting from one boy to another. Damian has started stabbing the practice dummies to let out his anger. "Hey B! We got spelled." Dick says, gesturing to himself. "And the spell...Put you all in the old Robin suit?" He asks, Dick nods, rocking on his feet as he fights back another grin. "Sure did. Dami's already tried changing, but anything we put on becomes this, aren't we adorable? Look at Tim and Damian in the suits it's so cute." He says, hands showcasing Tim, who hides his face in hands, groaning in embarrassment. "I added pants to the suit for a reason." He whines, still covered by the cape. "I'll give Zatanna a call, ask Spoiler and Batwoman to cover your routes for the night, don't go back out there like that." Bruce says, though Dick can see he's amused.
"Make it quick, I'm dressed like a fucking child and I have shit I need to do." Jason sneers, Bruce's amusement becomes more visible as he looks to the second eldest. "I'm sure Red Hood's men would get enjoyment out of taking orders from an overgrown Robin." Dick says, making Jason stomp off, but with the green boots and the yellow cape, it only makes it funny to watch. Bruce nods his goodbyes to the others and leaves the cave. "It appears Master Damian's suit has remnants of the spell, I'll run it on our end and look for a reversal." Alfred says, grabbing the discarded suit on the floor as Dick sits down next to Tim.
"The suits not bad, just a bit embarrassing being this old wearing it." Tim says after a minute of silence, Dick is startled and faces him; before realizing what he'd said, and smiling. "Aw little bird you like the Robin outfit! Then why'd you change it?" He crosses his arms with a glare as Tim groans. "I was thirteen! It was already embarrassing, I just needed pants, I kept everything else original. But when I was a kid? I looked up to you and Jason in this suit, I always wanted to wear it." He says, and Dick hugs him. "I'm glad you like it, I always did want to see you in it." He says, ruffling the younger boys hair.
Both Alfred's testing, and Zatanna's, say they'll be stuck in them for two days. Damian and Jason are furious, but Tim and Dick are only mildly inconvenienced. Bruce has to make arrangements at Wayne Enterprise for Tim's sudden sickness making him miss those days, and Dick has a friend overlook Blüdhaven for him, but other than that they're doing just fine with the situation.
The table is painfully awkward as they eat breakfast. Jason and Damian have a permanent scowl, Tim's face is a constant shade of red, and Dick is totally normal about all of this. Jason and Damian have found ways to pin their capes shut around them so they're covered, and Tim fidgets too much with his so he just holds it or covers himself with a blanket. Dick just hangs onto the cape and wraps himself up in it.
"What are we supposed to do for patrol tonight?" Damian asks, stabbing extra hard at his pancakes as Bruce blinks tiredly. "Cass is still out of country, Kate agreed to help but Steph is busy, that's not enough to cover all our ground." Dick adds, "hn." Bruce glances at Alfred, whose eyes sharpen into a glare. "Still benched." Bruce shrugs, sitting back as he sips his coffee. "Oracle can cover the ground behind the scenes and direct Batwoman on where help is needed, Blue Bird said she'll take Damian's usual route." Bruce says. "I've got help in Blüdhaven, then we just need to find coverage for Tim's route and J-" "keep your nose out of my territory." The second oldest sneers, and Dick rolls his eyes, holding his hands up in defense. "You don't look as intimidating when you're 6'4 in the Robin suit bud." Dick chips back, Jason's glare sharpens, and Alfred takes the knife next to his plate before he can throw it at Dick.
"So about my route." Tim chimes in, smiling awkwardly as they all look at him. "Tonight's the big deal happening on the harbor you two were going to help me bust." He says, and Dick and Damian's faces fall. "Oh fuck." Dick groans, holding his head in his hands as Jason laughs at him.
"I'm going to kill you when this is over." Jason spits. "Get over it Jay it wasn't even my fault!" Dick whispers back hastily. They're on the roof of a nearby building, watching the drug deal happen beneath them. "I share sentiment with Todd, and will be stabbing you when I have my own suit back." Damian's voice crackles through the comm and Dick rolls his eyes. "Again, not even my fault." "All of you shut up it's happening." Tim silences them, and they all see the hand off. "I will also be stabbing Drake." "Now!"
The four of them come barreling down, landing on top of goons and kicking away guns before anyone can register what happened. "What the fuck?!" One of the dealers yell as Tim swipes his legs out from underneath him. "Yo I heard Harry got a spell on them but I really didn't believe it-" "that's fucking Red Hood!" The man is punched in the face before he can say anything else. "Not tonight." Jason sneers, knocking out another. "We're the Robins tonight!" Dick flips over one of them, wrapping his legs around him; and slamming him into the ground. "Behind you baby Robin!" Damian evades the hit and glares at him. "Robin four!" He defends making Dick giggle as he knocks another man out. "My bad! On your six Robin three!" It's a flying mess of bright yellows and green, four Robins taking them down within a minute.
Jason picks up the suitcase and shoves it at Tim, who groans under the sudden hit and wraps his cape around himself. "They recognized me." Jason huffed, kicking the unconscious goon. "They knew we got hit, doesn't take much to tell who's who when you know what four to expect." Dick laughs as Jason glares at him. "Whatever, let's get this fucking night over with." Jason spits, storming away as Dick rolls his eyes, tying up the last of the goons as Tim waddles with both suitcases in his arms, Damian follows Jason as Dick walks slowly behind the three of them.
They end up spreading out throughout the night. To their luck, it is a busy night and they spend a lot of time apprehending thief's, drug dealers, and muggers while dressed in bright colors as grown men. Tim stumbles across a bank robbery, and with a single signal, the other three are beside him within minutes. "This is gonna get messy." Dick whispers as they hear the glass crunching under the men's boots as they step into the bank they've just shattered the glass of. "No alarm, they disabled it, heavy guns." Tim notes out loud, they all stand up from their crouching positions at the same time. "What a perfect night for the Robins." Dick laughs as they grapple down, and into the bank.
The fight is almost effortless. "He's all yours Robin two!" Dick giggles as he flips out of the way, Jason punches the man he was fighting, knocking him out cold, and shoots a glare at Dick at the name. They fight together well, Tim swipes a man's legs out with his bostaff after he gets Damian in a chokehold, and Jason grabs the barrel of a gun and lurches it upward before it fires where it had been pointed at Tim's head.
Dick ties the thieves up effortlessly as his brothers ensure the safe is untouched and call for the police. "Grown men running around in a toddlers outfit, are you not embarrassed?" One of the men laughs as Dick squats near him, setting up one of his unconscious buddies. "Not at all." Dick smirks as the man scoffs. "What you think you can be your big age dressing like a little hero and Batman will like you and take you in? Think he won't bash your teeth in for parading as his dead boy?" The question startles Dick, who glances at his chest, staring at the uniform. This uniform was his, but the last Robin Gotham saw in it, was Jason. Dick glances over to Jason, his jaw is clenched, and he quickly turns away. Dick glances back to the restrained man, and before he can say anything, Damian whirs past him, punching the man. Dick gasps and grabs the boy, holding him back from attacking again. "You don't know anything you pathetic low-life! My brother made this outfit and it is an honor to get to wear it as the first Robin's had! And Batman thinks we're cute!" Damian shouts, Dick actually laughs as he locks his arms around the wriggling boy.
"He's right, you're lucky you got us and not the big man tonight, insulting us while we're spelled, he wouldn't be too happy about that." Tim whistles as Dick grins. "Oh and trust me, he is around. Better hope next time it is him you run into, cause when this wears off, Red Hood gets his guns back." He's grins mischievously, seeing terror take over the man's features. "Have a goodnight boys!" Dick calls over his shoulder as they leave. He sees Jason already on the rooftop across the street, and he and Tim grapple up to him. Once they're on the roof, Dick sets down a still violently angry Damian, who's brushing himself off and cursing in another language as he stomps a few feet away from Dick. "Cmon Robins." Dick swings his arm over Jason's shoulder. "Let's get home." He yawns, the sun is already beginning to rise, and they hear sirens getting close as they leave the scene.
The next night their patrols are covered, and they stay inside, counting down the last three hours until it wears off. Dick eats dinner with Tim and Alfred, the others sprawled around the house somewhere, all waiting it out.
When the curse lifts there's a chorus of groans in relief. Dick and Damian are already back in sweats and a sweater, having changed into something comfortable so that would be what they were wearing when it did wear off, whereas Tim never even bothered to change, so he's still in his Red Robin gear, typing away at his laptop. Dick mentions changing and Tim waves him off, saying he'll get to it. Dick smiles and stretches, wanting to go to sleep, but as he sees Damian sketching and Tim working away, something nags at him, and makes him walk the direction away from his room.
Jason is in the study Dick knew he would be in. He's sitting in the arm chair, staring out the window as the rain patters against it. He's still in his Red Hood gear, helmet sat atop the table. "Hey little wing." Dick says softly, walking further into the room, but keeping a few feet between them. "I'm fine Dickbird." Jason scoffs, Dick hums, shifting his weight. "I was so caught up about it being my Robin suit." Dick says, and Jason sighs, turning so his back is completely to him. "I forgot it was yours too." His voice is softer now, Jason doesn't respond, Dick watches him intently, unable to tell anything just by looking at the back of his head. "I'm sorry, for treating it like a joke, for encouraging us patrolling like that, I didn't think we'd be recognized, I..I didn't think at all." He stares at his feet for a moment, feeling guilt creeping up his spine. "I could've pushed harder against it." Jason's response startles him, and he looks up again, Jason's still facing away from him, but he responded, that was a start.
"It was nice to be Robins together for a night." He sighs, and Dick has to fight back a smile, waiting to see if he's going to say anything else. "It was a lot to be in it again at first. Couldn't stop remembering the last time I wore that suit was when I died." His voice is softer now, Dick holds his breath. "But I saw how happy it made you, and Tim and Dami really did look cute in it. It wasn't so bad." He sighs, turning to glance at Dick. "I still should've checked on you, and I'm sorry I didn't. Good thing it's over now." Dick tries to lighten the mood, Jason shrugs. "It was nice to be Robin with you Dickhead." He hums, and Dick smiles warmly, walking over and hugging him, despite Jason's complaints and pushing against him. "It was nice to be Robin with you. I know I wasn't so nice back then, but I feel different now, it was actually really nice to see all of us, to see the Robin we used to be, to see what Robin has become." He hums, and Jason nods. "The Robin you used to be, it's all because of you." He murmurs, blushing as Dick hugs him tighter.
"You're still my Robin Jay, always will be." He sighs, finally letting him go from the hug, despite still smiling as Jason rolls his eyes. "Alright well I'm glad you got your two nights of enjoyment, you'll never catch me without pants again." Jason huffs, shuddering as he pats his thighs, where the jean fabric covers them. "Good idea, grown men don't rock it like little kids do." Dick smiles as they walk out of the study, Damian and Tim are still lounging in the sitting room, and Alfred steps out of the kitchen, smiling as he sees them. "Well my boys, you've survived your little spell, I thought you deserved a treat for being so brave." Alfred teases, bringing out a tray of cookies. "You're a god send Alf." Jason sighs, flopping down on the couch and taking a plate of cookies for himself. Neither Damian or Tim look up as they're handed some, and Dick sits on Jason's legs, thanking Alfred. "You're heavy." Jason complains, getting one leg free and kicking him. "You're heavier." Dick mocks, sitting back and turning the tv on. "And you're stuck now so we're watching a movie." He hums, earning grumbles of protest, but nobody actually fights him.
"What're we watching?" Bruce's voice startles them, and he sneaks a cookie from Tim's plate. "Still deciding." Dick replies, mouth full. "Well I can say I'm glad to see you all in your normal outfits, Tim why are you still suited up?" Bruce asks, eyebrows furrowed as Tim shrugs. "Didn't bother to change, didn't matter when I could only wear one thing." He replies, not looking up from his work. "Well, I enjoyed seeing you guys as Robin. It was bittersweet to see you in it again." Bruce smiles warmly at Dick, who smiles as well. "It felt nice to be Robin again, even for just a few days. Never thought we'd all get to be Robin together." He says, nudging Damian with his foot, who scoffs and shoves him away. "When you all weren't attempting to stab one another, it was enjoyable to see you all as Robin again." Alfred adds, walking over toward the mantle, "it's not like we were de-aged, I was a grown man in a leotard." Jason grumbles. "But you were Robin." Alfred says, setting a picture frame down, before walking away. Dick has finally chose a movie and watched it load up as they all glance at the mantle, seeing a new picture none of them saw even be taken, four Robins standing together, Bruce in the corner smiling at them. Batman and his Robins, Bruce and his sons.
Even as the mantle passes down, they will always be Robin.
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this was sooo fun to write thank you for the request!! I love my Robin boys and their brother dynamic <3 hope you enjoyed!!
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Lmfao 😂 I'm dead
clicking a pen over and over again is actually fun as fuck its a shame it makes everyone in a 30 foot radius want to kill me with a rock
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I want you to remember:
The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.
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In love with this actually
Jason as a theatre kid means so much to me, so I am here to share a slightly related concept with you - Jason, who helps a small theatre group in local Crime Alley school.
It is obviously nothing grand. The school itself is quite poor, barely functionating, but it is here somehow nowadays, and a small group of five kids are so enthusiastic about the whole thing! They don't have anything else, though, so when Jason notices them, he decides... to help them out. He is great with sewing and stuff, so at first, he starts helping them with making costumes. Then, slowly, he helps them more with others things - scripts of their staging, lighting, decorating. He suggests different plays, reads it with them to see, who is interested. And soon other kids start to get interested, too! Even the ones that skipped the school, deciding to give up on a very poor education system there. Jason inspires them.
(And Red Hood starts sponsoring a school; some of his goons turn out to have a very old teaching licence that they give up, because being an honest man with a work wasn't much of a choice, but that's beside the point.)
And that's how Alley of Crime gets their own theatre with a bunch of talented kids.
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Seeing @therealjacksepticeye back on Tumblr is so fucking funny to me cause now I'm just watching all the memes and posts and the fact he's one of the og Tumblr users the posts alone are taking me out 😂 love that actually does this mean Tumblr is being revived ����
Anyways welcome back Jack (ha that rhymed)
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Could y'all imagine adult Jason todd if he had a significant other that likes to bake especially when stressed or sad or whatever and one night he comes home and finds her absolutely devastated in the middle of the kitchen floor just sitting in the middle hysterically upset over a tray of cookies that just did not cookie (totally not based on something that has happened to me lol) anyways here's how I think that would go..
Jason stepping into the main living area notices a beeping noise coming from the kitchen along with the scent of smoke and what he could only assume was burning chocolate chips? He really wasn't entirely sure though of course he slowly made his way into the kitchen only to find the love of his life curled up in a ball on the floor crying over a tray of what he assumed was some sort of baked good maybe an attempt at cookies... He's quiet as he takes in the situation and tries to assess exactly what happened but after a moment or so if tanaajdng in the walkway he walks over to her and gently lifts her into his arms with one hand wrapped tightly around her and his face partially buried in her hair, he gingerly reaches down and picks up the trayy off the floor.
She said something like "Came full it's pot", which he knew she meant careful it's hot but still he couldn't help but chuckle.
The rumble of his chest made it a bit easier to breathe and relax but still she spent all day on those cookies and it's all she wanted after seeing all the awful things on social media that involved the government and the constant fear mongering on the news, plus with her period all she wanted was a sweet treat and maybe to surprise Jay and they were fucking ruined, she didn't understand the dough acted like cookie dough in the mixing process the oven was at the right temperature why was it such a fucking disaster why was she..
Gingerly Jason placed the tray on the stove still keeping a firm grip on his girl taking care to not drop her nor burn her by mistake he shuts off the timer to the stove and turns that off too, he could feel her overthinking, and gingerly he reached over and broke off a piece of the crispy chunks on the tray and began to munch on it despite it tasting of burned chocolate and a strange salty bitterness, there was also a nice sweetness to it as well, honestly he could see these being really good cookies.
"hey it's alright love, it happens to the best of us, honestly it's not bad they just need a bit of tlc, how about we take a break from the kitchen just for tonight, and tomorrow we'll try again together, no need to beat yourself up over baked goods, ya know even Alfred messes up from time to time".
While she appreciated his attempt she just couldn't find a way to smile gingerly Jason walked back out towards the living room with her in arm and gently placed her on the couch, her eyes were big and a tad bit puffy, he could tell she's had an especially hard day, he wasn't normally one for many words but tonight he felt like for her he had all of them.
"hey love I promise you it's alright what's got you so upset over these cookies, I know your the best baker around even better then Alfred, you make amazing things all the time tonight was just , a flook its not a reflection of you or your worth, messing up a batch of cookies doesn't make you worth any less, I'll love you always regardless of any kitchen mishaps and shenanigans come on we all have kitchen blunders, you remember that time I tried to pressure cook spaghetti and it turned into paste?! And you and Alfred tried your best to at least try it but I just would not let you anywhere near it because even i knew it was awful."
At that she finally did crack a small smile, but it was a bit short lived tears began to well up in her eyes she tried to hide it she hated her emotions more then anything she still struggled to be vulnerable with him, the way she grew up emotions were dangerous he couldn't blame her for her reactions or how she felt about things it's why he always treated her with extra care.
Gingerly he reached out and brushed the tears from her face and gingerly turned her head to face him eye to eye, he noticed the slight red flush that seemed to creep up her neck and it's like he could almost see the anxiety working through her he wasn't quite sure of how he could tell but now he thinks he figured out why she was so upset and heartbroken over the cookies.
"love is it the fact that it feels like you wasted ingredients or food, cause you don't have to worry about that anymore I'm more then capable of providing for you, for us, I know you're also independent but it's alright it was a mistake I'm sure this type of thing happens all the time".
Slowly she nodded her head the redness was still there but slowly she found herself speaking but it was hard because she couldn't fully grasp her thoughts verbally speaking was not something she was good at and her emotions god that was the worst it made her anxious when she tried to open her mouth all she could do was just sit there and cry which made her feel that much more worthless first the cookies now she was soaking her boyfriends shirt with her tears and he probably already had a really long night.
She felt the warmth of his arms wrap around her and vaguely she felt herself getting lifted into the air with a gently muttered command if wrap your legs around me she complied and honestly it was nice to feel his warmth and listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beat, yet even still it was hard to find any real joy when she peaked out from over his shoulder she found he was headed to the kitchen again towards the pan of nightmares, she felt him shift her weight just slightly, it made her a little uneasy but out of all the years she's been with him he's never once dropped her.
Soon there was a scraping noise to be heard of metal on metal when she looked again she could see through slightly blurred vision that he was scraping the burnt mess that was her cookies off the pan and onto a.. plate?!
As he did this one handed he began humming a soft lullaby in Arabic, in a way it was soothing listening to him hum she felt her eyes getting just a tad bit heavy she felt herself relaxing in his grip she knew she was safe when he was here, even from her own thoughts she slowly found herself feeling as though she were drifting and maybe she was in a way she felt weightless and free...
CRUNCH.. CRUNCH..
Her heavy eyes snapped open only to blurrily make out the shape of jay eating some sort of snack off a plate it took a few moments of squinting to realize that's the monstrosity from the tray of doom she wanted to reach over and stop him, what if it made him sick surely eating that much burnt chocolate would make him ill, when she reached out towards him he gently swatted her away and instead pulled her closer to his side wrapped her up in his arms.
"they're delicious I've never tasted anything better, and they're that much better because you made them no one I know can bake like you do, now relax and sleep, don't worry about me I grew up on the streets remember this isn't nearly the worst thing I've eaten in fact it's the best thing I've had in years maybe we could put this on rotation for snacks every few weeks," .slowly he picked up another burnt clump and chomped it despite herself she found herself smiling at him, though still she couldn't fight back the tears that threatened to come down, and she didn't because this was the first time all day today that she wasn't crying from despair or anxiety but because in this moment she knew what real love was and that it existed only with him she found herself pressing herself into his chest nestling herself there taking comfort in the sounds of his quiet crunching somehow she felt better and as though the sun existed again. She began to drift off and the next day she awoke to find Jay by her side with his arms wrapped around her and when she looked towards the kitchen there seemed to be a pile of new groceries on the stove and various boxes that looked like they housed recipe cards.
When she looked over back at Jay she found that he was watching her with his lazy smile and shining eyes.
"I see you've noticed the surprise, today if your up to it we'll bake together Alfred put together a bunch of recipe cards he found in his old families storage and some recipes from Martha and Thomas Wayne, he gave us full access to them and Bruce also gave his blessing, so whenever your ready I'd love to help you in the kitchen and this time I'll ensure nothing goes wrong and if it does regardless it'll get eaten, he said this last part with a playful lazy smile and she found she felt incredibly light and actually happy
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Y'all can we normalize sourcing on this app like if you post a comic panels from x men or batman or whatever just put what issue or run it's from it's not hard like if you have screenshots from like batman a death in the family source that if your posting panels from marvel secret wars post which one and which issue you don't need to say what exact page it's from but if you source it and others that have an interest in that comic or reading that issue then they'd be able to find it without hoping that someone in the comments will inform them or trying to backwards search the image
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Say what you will about Alfred but Bruce is 1000% Alfred's son even if they don't say it they very much have a father son relationship neither of them are perfect but what you can't deny is that they care for each other I mean look at how fiercely Alfred defends Bruce and the estate, and how scared Alfred is of finding out that the Worst has happened to Bruce and the fact that he can feel it in his heart that Bruce is alive
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Well now we know why Bruce is so emotionally constipated
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Proof Alfred was a theater kid
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I love the implication that two face is equal parts good and bad
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Even Gotham cops are assholes lmao
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So many people do not understand the relationship between climate change and cold weather.
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oh no the horrors-
wait hang on. it’s past 9 pm. false alarm, i cannot trust the horrors
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Nah fr
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