bluejaysandblackbats

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 96/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Ninety-Six: RICO

Maël giggled as Bette pulled him out of his seat to dance. “Papa, Daddy’s been in a good mood lately. Do you think he’ll want to go out to eat after graduation?” Bette asked. 

“Hm… I don’t know,” Maël lied as he spun her around. “I’ll talk to him and see… He’s been very busy lately with the Dent house, and he’s already working on sketches for Bruce’s place. Oh, and Talia’s building for her company.” Bette stood on her tiptoes. “I said I would ask him, mon chou.” 

“Okay. What about you? Are you nervous about starting your own line?” Bette questioned. Maël lifted her off the ground. 

“How do you know about that?” Maël giggled. “Your father doesn’t even know about that.” 

Bette shook her head at him, smiling as her eyes crinkled at the corners. “You look exactly like your father,” Maël blurted out with sincere affection. Bette tapped his nose. 

“Thank you!” Bette exclaimed. 

Dylan entered the house with groceries and kissed Maël’s cheek on the way to the kitchen. “Your avós sent you a letter, bun. Avô sent me a letter, too. It’s got good news,” Dylan announced. 

Bette screeched, and Maël sent her after Dylan to the kitchen. He followed closely behind while Miette napped on the couch. Dylan unpacked the grocery bags before handing Bette her envelope. She quickly ripped it open. “What are avós?” Maël asked. 

“Aïda’s mom and dad. There was a bit of an upset when Bette was little, and I came out… But things are—.”

“Daddy, they said they’re coming for my graduation! Wait… Daddy, what’d they say to you? Are they still—?” 

“No, they know about Papa and everything’s okay. They’ll be here by the end of this week,” Dylan stated as he set the ice cream on the counter to thaw. 

“Do you think Avô Fia will do my hair for graduation?” Bette asked. 

“I think she’d love that, bunbun,” Dylan smiled. 

Bette stood on her tiptoes and kissed Dylan and Maël’s cheeks before running upstairs. Dylan’s shoulders relaxed, and he slumped in a chair. “You’ve never mentioned Bette’s avós before. Are you upset?” Maël whispered in French. 

“Well, they liked me well enough when Aïda was in danger… They hated the idea of us getting married. They hated the idea of us traveling together… They wanted their daughter back, but they never considered the fact that I wasn’t keeping her away… She didn’t want to go home,” Dylan explained. “She was a stubborn little thing. I didn’t even know I liked women back then, and she knew that… But we’d survived the worst time of our lives together, and we’d seen more of each other than friends probably should… It’s funny because I feel like I’m more of her than I am myself now.”

Maël smiled. Bette ran back into the kitchen. “Daddy, can Cassie stay over when Avô Fia and Avó Nico get here?” Bette asked. Dylan nodded. 

**

Bruce went straight to the mall after work and picked up Beth, Kate, and Bette’s graduation gifts. “Mom, I asked Harvey to pick up the cake. I’m at the mall right now,” Bruce stated. 

“You’re at the mall? Do you see your dad and Alfred?” Martha asked. Bruce looked around. “He’s in the jewelry store getting the girls matching necklaces.” 

“Oh, hold on. I see them,” Bruce grinned. 

“I’ll see you at home, lovey. Love you, bye,” Martha replied. 

“Love you, bye,” Bruce chuckled. 

Bruce crept into the jewelry store and wrapped his arms around Alfred. Alfred pinched Bruce’s nose. “Hello, Master Bruce. If you would like your nose back, I suggest you let me go and behave yourself,” Alfred joked in his usual deadpan tone. 

Bruce let go and laughed. “Oh, Alfred. May I pleaseeee have my nose back? I promise I’ll be good,” Bruce playfully begged. 

“Oh, I suppose you could have your nose back,” Alfred whispered as he pretended to place Bruce’s nose back on his face. 

“Oh, that’s adorable,” Thomas whispered. “What are you doing here?” 

“Picking up the girls’ gifts. Since we’re all here together, do you guys wanna come to the gift wrapping place and eat at the food court?” Bruce suggested. 

“Sure,” Thomas smiled. 

**

Harvey picked Dick up from the gym after he got the cake. “Dick, I gotta talk to you man to man,” Harvey stated. 

“Jesus Christ! So what if I can’t stop thinking about him? This is weird for me, too! I don’t even know if he likes guys, and I’m trying really hard to seem normal about it but—!” 

“Dick, I wanted to talk about Tony Zucco,” Harvey interrupted, “Jiminy Crickets, kiddo. I don’t even know where to start with you. What do you want to discuss first?” 

Dick covered his face and took a deep breath. “I don’t know.” 

“Maybe we should start with what you had to say. I didn’t know you liked a boy. What’s the problem with that?” Harvey asked. 

“I don’t know… I just can’t shake the thought that I have never been this nervous around anybody before… And I can’t believe I didn’t consider the fact that I liked guys before all of this,” Dick replied. 

“I was around your age… And I think the worst thing you could do is try to suppress who you are. I regret not telling Bruce I liked him sooner. Even if he didn’t like me back, at least I would’ve been sure. And I’m not gonna say anything about this. I get how it might feel to be figuring this out,” Harvey reassured him, “You’ll be okay.” 

“But you tell Bruce everything—.”

“No, I don’t. And he doesn’t tell me everything either. It’s what makes it work. I’m a lawyer, he’s a doctor. We have to keep some of our cards close to the chest. And you told me this in confidence… Just like what I’m about to tell you,” Harvey whispered, “This is between you, your parents, and me… But mostly us two. I’m moving in on the Zucco case. We’re bringing him up on RICO charges, and I’m gonna need you to testify… Which means you’ll have to relive that day over and over again. They’re gonna attack your credibility because you’re a kid—”

“It was around six o’clock because the show hadn’t started, but my parents were dressed. I wanted to make sure my mom saw where I put her little yellow earrings, and I heard a third voice in their dressing room. I hid where I could hear them… 

“And I heard the third voice say, ‘You’re gonna fuckin’ regret this,’ and he slammed the door on the way out. I saw his ring when he stopped to tie his shoe. A silver signet ring with a saint's symbol, and he smelled like gunpowder and cologne. Something with heavy alcohol in it. After he was gone, Dad said, ‘Tony Zucco can’t threaten us, Mary. What can he do to us?’ Then, I came out of hiding and asked my mom if she had found her earrings.” Dick interrupted, “I relive this every day of my life, Harvey.” 

“They’re gonna try to rip you to shreds and intimidate you. They’re gonna threaten you and your family and possibly your friends—”

“Good. All it’s gonna do is piss me off,” Dick replied. 

“I need you to be sympathetic to the jury, so you’ve gotta keep your temper in check. I know you’re assertive, but I can’t let you go off the rails on this. If we want to bury this asshole, I need you to let the jury know you were just a little boy when all of this happened. Make them hate him for what he did to you. Make them feel how you felt. 

“I’m gonna need you to be vulnerable and raw on that stand, and you’re probably gonna hate me… But I’m going to tear into you when I prep you in a few months. Right now, I’m just reviewing what we have before we charge him. He’ll probably be in court sometime in the fall or winter. I need you to trust me,” Harvey whispered. 

“I do. I know you’ve got your teeth in this one already… And I know you want him put away as bad as I do. You’d be surprised how determined I am to get justice for my mom and dad,” Dick reassured Harvey. 

“Good. That’s all I can say right now, but I’m giving you a heads up… This is gonna feel like it’s happening way too fast when it starts. Do not lash out. Do not break your routine. Do not start acting out of character because you’ll fuck this whole thing up,” Harvey commanded. Dick nodded. “I’ve never done a RICO… And I’ve never had to put family on the stand. This is the most important case of my career… And I don’t wanna let you down.” 

“You won’t,” Dick replied.

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Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 95/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Ninety-Five: Scripted

A phone call cut into Bruce and Harvey’s peaceful breakfast, seeming to send Harvey into a panic. “No, I’m fine. I just—. I didn’t know you’d be gone this long. How is it out there? Are you having a good time?” Harvey asked as he clutched his bangs in his fist. Bruce reached over and uncurled Harvey’s fingers. 

“It’s been fun. I’m actually talking to someone about my script… And it’s sunny. Extremely sunny,” Gilda replied, “How are things at home? How’s Lumen?”  

“Things are good. Bruce is here, and Lumen misses you… But I got her to eat. I have to put on some of your perfume to make it happen, but it works,” Harvey replied. He sounded joyful, but his eyes were filled with tears. “Hey, I’ll talk to you later… Bruce made breakfast…” 

“Put me on speaker. I want to say hi to Bruce,” Gilda replied. Harvey obeyed before hugging himself. His anxiety hit the roof while he struggled for something to ground him. Bruce held Harvey’s wrist and nodded at him. 

“Hi, Gilda! I miss you!” Bruce shouted. 

“Hi, Bruce. I miss you, too. How’s Talia and Jì?” Gilda asked. 

“Talia’s getting bigger every day, and Jì is sleeping in his bed… But he has to have his bed on Talia’s side, which is a little complicated… We’re working out the kinks,” Bruce answered. 

“How’s his toilet training going?” Gilda questioned. 

“Not as good as Lumen’s, but we’re doing a lot better with him. I think he does better after his visits with Lumen, though. I think he likes the familiarity of being around his sister,” Bruce answered, “I’ll send you pictures.” 

“Thanks, Bruce. And Harvey, save me a kiss for when I get back, honey. I love you so much,” Gilda replied.

“Love you too, schmoopie,” Harvey answered, “Talk to you tonight?” 

“Of course, honey bunny,” Gilda smiled, “Bye for now, cutie. Bye, Bruce.” 

“Bye, Gilda!” Bruce and Harvey exclaimed before Harvey hung up and slumped in his chair. 

“Harvey—.” Harvey hid his face in his hands. “Harvey, she’s gonna come back,” Bruce reassured him. 

“I miss her,” Harvey mumbled. 

“I’ve got an idea. How about we have your bachelor party this weekend while she’s gone? I know a few places where we can go clubbing,” Bruce smiled. Harvey opened his mouth to protest. “Come on. It’ll be fun. We’ve never gone clubbing together.”

“Because you’re a maniac,” Harvey replied. 

“You’ve known that my whole life, though. I love you, and I want you to stop moping around the house,” Bruce replied as he crouched in front of Harvey and looked at Harvey’s lips. “Let’s cut loose.” 

“Bruce… I don’t know. Who’s gonna watch Lumen?” Harvey asked. 

“Talia’s coming to get her in an hour. Lumen and Jì get along pretty well, so Talia thinks they do better when they see each other,” Bruce explained. Harvey made a soft noise. “Bachelor party?” 

“Bruce…” 

Bruce sat on Harvey’s lap. “Give me a kiss? Are we having a bachelor party weekend?” Bruce whispered. Harvey sighed and gave Bruce a peck on the lips. 

“Not this weekend but right before the wedding,” Harvey sighed. 

**

Dick came home from school and headed straight for the rigging system in the back of the house. Martha sat in her lawn chair and watched quietly, sipping her coffee. Dick hadn’t been out there in weeks, but he swung back and forth from one bar to another as if it was nothing. She would’ve been concerned had it not been for the smile that danced in his eyes and crinkled his nose. Dylan jogged over with Miette close behind him. “You look good,” Martha smiled without turning her head. 

“You haven’t looked at me, Mattie,” Dylan chuckled. 

“I have peripheral vision, Dylan… And I’ve got the feeling that you’re going to start blushing the moment I look at you head-on,” Martha replied. Dylan unclipped Miette’s leash from her harness and scratched behind her ears. 

“I wanted your advice. I can’t ask Jacob because he’s so cut and dry about everything. I need someone with nuance to give me some advice,” Dylan whispered as he sat in the grass across from her like a small child. 

“Did you cheat on Maël?” Martha asked, her face twisting into a frown. 

“No. I’d never… It’s actually—. I want to tell him about something from my past, but I wasn’t sure if it’d help or hurt our relationship,” Dylan explained. Martha nodded. “Did you ever talk to Aïda about my past?” 

“Aïda and I had a little bit of a language barrier in the beginning. Thomas was the one she confided in when she was worried about you. If that’s what you want to ask about, I think you’d be best talking to Thomas. He’s kept every one of you and Aïda’s secrets for almost two whole decades now,” Martha whispered, “I’ll watch Miette for you.”

Dylan pressed his forehead to Martha’s knee. “Thomas knows everything?” Dylan asked. 

“I don’t know what he knows. I just know that Thomas and Aïda talked all the time when you first got married. It was very hush-hush,” Martha whispered, “Talk to him.” 

**

Thomas quietly worked on a puzzle while Dylan stood in the doorway. “You’ve gone five seconds without making a pass at me. What’s wrong?” Thomas asked. 

“What did Aïda tell you about me?” Dylan asked. 

“A lot… You kids were so young when you met. You were married for a while… That’s a lot of ground that I’d have to cover mentally,” Thomas whispered. Dylan sat beside him at the desk. 

“Did she tell you about what happened when I was in school? In France?” Dylan questioned. 

Thomas set his puzzle aside and nodded. “Corporal punishment… She didn’t go into detail, but she said you had caning scars. She was very upset about it, and she assumed we’d done it to you,” Thomas whispered. “What brought this up?” 

“Maël… I think I wanna tell him why it’s been so hard for me to—. It’s been better lately, but I was wondering if you think it’d help if I talked to him about why it’s hard for me,” Dylan explained. 

“It could. Dylan, you know I love you, right? You’re the annoying little brother that I never knew I needed… And I owe you a huge apology for not understanding your relationship with Maël. He’s a good father to Bette, and I think he’s matured a little bit. I’m so happy for you,” Thomas whispered. Dylan smiled. “And I’m proud of you. I’m proud of the man you’ve become, and no one can take credit for that but you. You’re gonna be okay.” Dylan hugged him.

Dick worked on the dip bars in the Kane home gym while Beth ran on the treadmill. “Do you remember when we met?” Dick asked. Beth squinted at him. 

“Kate’s gonna be here in like ten minutes,” Beth replied. 

“I know, but I’m talking to you. You’re leaving, too… And I don’t know what—. Don’t you feel weird about going to different colleges?” Dick asked. 

“Of course, I do, but I think it’s good that we’re doing our own thing,” Beth replied. “What colleges are you thinking about? I heard you were leaning toward Hudson.” 

“I am… And most of my friends are leaning toward Hudson, too. Donna’s even thinking about it,” Dick replied. 

“You’re welcome, by the way. You didn’t want to go on that blind date, and now you have a new girl best friend,” Beth replied. 

“ Girl best friend? You watch too much TV. Donna’s just my best friend. There’s nothing more to it,” Dick rolled his eyes as he stood flat on his feet. 

“Change of subject for the man who loves an argument. Are you working on your routines yet?” Beth asked. 

“Not yet. I’ve gotta start conditioning again, and I’ll start working with Coach on a routine in early June,” Dick answered. 

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The Spin Out

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: Jason Todd returns to Gotham after three years for the final time to win enough money to pay off Sheila’s debts.

Chapters: 18/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character

Additional Tags: Street Racing AU, No Capes AU, Jason Todd-centric, Hurt Jason Todd, Bad Parent Sheila Haywood, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Hurt/Comfort, Organized Crime, Jason Todd has Trust Issues, Jason Todd is Not Okay, Good Person Jason Todd, Stalker Bruce Wayne, Secret Identities, Secrets, Angst

Chapter Eighteen: Flashback to Ethiopia

Jason’s head slumped forward, his bangs wet with blood, sweat, and gasoline. He couldn’t breathe or swallow properly. All the fight left his body, but he managed to get his hands loose before he lost his strength. “I don’t know where it is!” Sheila shouted. Jason’s whole body ached, but he didn’t have the energy to cry. 

“There’s only so long I’m gonna play this game with you. Your son only has a few hits left in him. He’s not that big,” the man replied. He sounded so calm as he grabbed Jason’s hair, tilting his head back. “Do you know where the money is?” 

Jason spat in the man’s face, smiling with blood in his teeth. He yanked Jason and his chair to the ground by his hair. He felt it come out of his scalp, but he was too exhausted to shout. He groaned and wheezed as blood and drool spilled from his mouth and pooled on the floor. Jason used all his strength to keep the illusion of bound hands. “Mom,” Jason whimpered. 

“I don’t know! I don’t!” Sheila shouted. Jason groaned as he tried to force out tears. If he could’ve just cried, it would’ve eased his pain. Jason noticed a shard of glass on the ground, and he shut his eyes, grabbing hold of it, letting it cut into his palm. While the man’s back was turned, Jason sliced at his achille’s heel, letting the adrenaline send him into survival mode. Jason found himself on top of the man’s back, slashing and punching until the body under him stopped thrashing. 

“Jason! Jason, stop!” Sheila screamed. Jason’s brain shut down, and he limped toward his mother. 

“Get help,” Jason replied. 

“The body—”

“I’ll get rid of it,” Jason mumbled. It. He couldn’t feel anything. All he could do was watch as his body moved around on autopilot. He looked through his mother’s duffel bag until he found something strong enough to cut through flesh and bone, a hammer from a toolbox in the room to smash the teeth and face, and he went to work. By the time Sheila returned with a car, the man was divided into four garbage bags, and Jason was completely unconscious on the floor. It all happened so fast. 

**

Jason woke up in the hospital, screaming once he remembered what he’d done. It was the last noise he made before his body shut down. He could feel and see and hear, but his mouth wouldn’t speak, and his body wouldn’t react. Sheila looked at him and spoke to him, but it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. He was a killer. He butchered a body. None of it was natural. 

**

Sheila called Jeremy, and he came immediately. He spent the following few weeks trying to nurse Jason back to health, setting aside any animosity he had toward Sheila. And the first six days consisted of Jeremy trying to ease Jason out of catatonia.

Jeremy took one look at Jason and grimaced at Sheila. “What did you do?” Jeremy asked. 

“What do you—”

“You have a busted lip. He is catatonic, Sheila. What are you not understanding? What did you do to him? How—? How old is he?” Jeremy whispered angrily.

“Fifteen,” Sheila answered. 

“No. No,” Jeremy scoffed, “That kid in there is not fifteen. He’s not even one hundred pounds soaking wet. That kid looks like he’s eleven years old. What did you do to my nephew?” 

“I didn’t do anything,” Sheila replied.

“I know. I know you didn’t do anything, Sheila, because that is what you do. You sit on the sidelines and watch other people suffer for your bad choices. I’m surprised he made it this long with you,” Jeremy snapped. 

Sheila shook her head. “This is my first full week with him since he was a baby—” 

“Proves my point,” Jeremy interrupted as he pushed past her to his hospital room. Jason sat in a chair, completely immobile, staring blankly at the wall. Jeremy crouched in front of him. 

“Hi, Jason. I’m Jeremy Haywood. I’m your uncle, and I’m here to help take care of you. Until you feel up to eating and walking around, I’m gonna make sure you eat and drink, and I’m gonna clean you up,” Jeremy gently explained. Jason hadn’t moved an inch. 

**

Jeremy leaned Jason forward and scrubbed his back. “Spitting up isn’t as bad as you might think. I gave you a little medicine for your fever mixed into that pudding. You didn’t like that, which is a good sign. That’s a response. Responses are good,” Jeremy smiled. “You’re gonna feel a lot better once you’re in your pajamas.”

Jason’s hand twitched around Jeremy’s wrist as Jeremy leaned him backward into the chair. “Everything’s gonna be okay soon. I promise you,” Jeremy whispered. Jason wanted to believe that, but every time the memory of what he’d done occurred to him, he retreated further into his mind. Jeremy patiently cared for him anyway. Changing him, bathing him, feeding him… He wondered how Jeremy could do all of that for him. 

Once he was dressed, Jeremy picked him up and carried him to bed. “You did great today, Jason. I’m feeling really good about the next few days for you. We’ve gotta do IV fluids tomorrow, but it doesn’t mean that you failed. You did really good all day today. The medicine threw you off, but I promise to warn you next time,” Jeremy explained. 

**

“Feeling alright today, Jason?” Jeremy asked as he sat down with his pizza box. Jason chewed his bottom lip. “Want something?” Jason nodded. “We both know you can speak. Give it a try.”

Jason’s stomach growled, and he shut his eyes. “Pizza,” Jason whispered. Jeremy grinned and passed Jason the box. 

Jason burst into tears. “I know… C’mere,” Jeremy whispered as Jason fell into Jeremy’s arms. 

“Did you burn him?” Sheila snapped.

“No, he’s fine… He’s just shaken up,” Jeremy explained. Jason pulled away and let his hunger send him into autopilot. “Pace yourself, Jason.” 

“Thank you,” Jason whispered once he finished his first slice. Jeremy nodded. “Uncle Jeremy?” 

“Yeah?” Jeremy asked. 

“Can I have some water?” Jason questioned. Jeremy chuckled as he gave Jason a glass of water.

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The Spin Out

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: Jason Todd returns to Gotham after three years for the final time to win enough money to pay off Sheila’s debts.

Chapters: 17/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character

Additional Tags: Street Racing AU, No Capes AU, Jason Todd-centric, Hurt Jason Todd, Bad Parent Sheila Haywood, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Hurt/Comfort, Organized Crime, Jason Todd has Trust Issues, Jason Todd is Not Okay, Good Person Jason Todd, Stalker Bruce Wayne, Secret Identities, Secrets, Angst

Chapter Seventeen: Unsafe Working Conditions

Jason went to work the following afternoon, staring into space as he clocked in, and he ran directly into Zamora. “Michael, can I see you in my office for a minute?” Zamora asked. 

“Of course,” Jason replied, still not completely aware that they were the only people by the lockers. “You’re wearing the same clothes you were wearing last night,” Zamora noted. “You bad, bad boy, Jason...” Jason snapped back to reality.

“You called me Jason. My name is Michael,” Jason lied. 

“Let’s go back to the office. Maybe you can jog my memory,” Zamora smiled as she ran her hand down his arm. 

 **

Jason stepped out of her office, and quickly shut the door behind him when he ran into Honey. “Michael, are you—” 

Jason backed away instinctively. “I’m fine,” Jason interrupted. 

“Where are you going?” Honey asked. 

“Home. I had an um—” Jason laughed uncomfortably. “I wasn’t supposed to come in today.” A lie. 

“Michael, you clocked in five minutes early. I saw your timecard… I got here three minutes after you… It’s been half an hour, and I haven’t seen you. What happened in her office?” Honey questioned. 

“Nothing. Nothing happened. I’m going home earlier than I thought. I just—” Jason’s voice broke. “I don’t like goodbyes.”

Honey reached for him, and he recoiled. “Michael—” 

“I have to go,” Jason whispered as he slipped past her and out the door. He took his bike home and ran into Jeremy in the hallway. He was on the verge of tears and hoping to be alone after everything that’d transpired in the past twelve hours. “I don’t have the time for this, Uncle Jeremy. I really don’t. I have to get out of Gotham right now.” 

“Are you in trouble?” Jeremy questioned. 

“I’ve got to go. Let’s leave it at that,” Jason mumbled as the tears forced their way out. “I’m sorry.” Jason let himself in, and Jeremy slipped through. 

“Why are you sorry?” Jeremy asked gently. Jason grabbed his suitcase and took anything with his false name on it and forced it into the bag. 

“I can’t look the kids in the eyes and say goodbye. I gotta go. I gotta leave, and I don’t know if I’ll ever see any of you again. I just—” 

“What are you saying? Did something happen?” Jeremy questioned. Jason sobbed involuntarily, and it took Jeremy completely by surprise. “Jason?” 

“I gave her what she wanted, but I know she’s gonna tell him anyway. I know she’s gonna—” Jason swallowed hard before giving Jeremy his keys. “I don’t need the bike anymore…”

“Gave who what?” Jeremy asked. Jason shook his head as he tried to climb out the window to go down the fire escape. “What happened? Maybe I can help you?”

“Nobody can help me. I just need to get out of this city right now,” Jason answered as he wiped his tears away. Jeremy rushed behind him, but he stopped when Jason and Bruce met eyes. 

“Jason?” Bruce gasped. Jason choked and sobbed as he nodded. He dropped his suitcase in defeat as Bruce approached. “Jason, why are you running? Just come home.” 

“No,” Jason wept. “I can’t. I knew she told you. After what she did, she just—”

“Jason, what’s wrong?” Bruce asked. “I’ve been looking for you ever since you left me. Everyone thought you were—” Jason turned away and threw up. “Jason?” Bruce reached out to help him.

“No one touch me!” Jason shouted. Bruce flinched away. “I’ve had my fill of people! I’ve had my fill of everything! I just want—” Jason shuddered as he tried to stave off another wave of nausea. “I don’t deserve your pity…” 

“It isn’t pity, Jason… I missed you every day that you were gone. What’s wrong? Maybe I can help you,” Bruce offered. Jason pressed his palms to his eyelids. 

“No one can help me anymore. It’s done. It’s over with,” Jason answered. Bruce moved to grab Jason’s arm, and Jason knocked Bruce off balance with his arm before slipping away. Jeremy rushed down the fire escape and started chasing Jason, but he lost him in traffic. Bruce caught up shortly afterward. 

“We have to find him before he does something he regrets,” Jeremy stated. 

“Who are you?” Bruce questioned. 

“His uncle. I think something terrible happened, and I think if we use his cell, we can figure out what it is,” Jeremy replied as he headed back to his car. Bruce followed closely behind. “You can ride with me for the time being.” 

**

Jason ran past Honey’s house, and her husband called him inside from the porch. Once Jason was inside the house, Antonio sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Yas’ hurt you… Didn’t she?” Antonio asked. Jason didn’t want to answer. “You don’t have to answer. I already know. Honey called me. Michael, I’m so sorry—” 

“My name isn’t really Michael… And I’m not someone you should feel bad for. I’m a criminal and a—” 

“We’re all criminals, kiddo. You’re not hurting anyone, though—” 

“Last night, I slept with my priest. I’ve never slept with anyone in my entire life, and the first time I do, I upend a man’s entire life… And I let Yas… I wanted her to cover up the fact that I’m not who I said I was. I’m from here… And I did hurt somebody. I did worse than hurt somebody—” 

“Slow down. Go get cleaned up and get some rest. Nobody’s gonna come here and bother you,” Antonio reassured him. “Honey’s gonna be here in a little while, but no one’s gonna tell anybody you’re here. I promise.” 

Jason stayed frozen. “You can get cleaned up in the kitchen if you don’t trust me. I won’t call anyone,” Antonio added. Jason nodded. “It’s okay. Come on. You’re safe.” 

** 

Jason eventually felt comfortable enough to take a shower and change into his extra coveralls and a t-shirt when Honey arrived. She sat with him in silence, and he fell asleep on her lap. “I should’ve done better by him,” Honey whispered. 

“I didn’t think she’d go that far. I’m glad you called me, though… He was scared stiff when he got here. He’s exhausted,” Antonio whispered. 

“I know. I just wish there was someone we could call for him. He’s not okay… And he mentioned he usually lives with his mom, but I—” Jason stirred, and they froze in reply until he settled. “I don’t know her contact info. I don’t even know what state she’s supposed to be living in.” 

“Maybe he’ll tell us once he wakes up. I’m sure he’s gonna wanna go home after all of this,” Antonio frowned.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Spin Out

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: Jason Todd returns to Gotham after three years for the final time to win enough money to pay off Sheila’s debts.

Chapters: 16/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character

Additional Tags: Street Racing AU, No Capes AU, Jason Todd-centric, Hurt Jason Todd, Bad Parent Sheila Haywood, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Hurt/Comfort, Organized Crime, Jason Todd has Trust Issues, Jason Todd is Not Okay, Good Person Jason Todd, Stalker Bruce Wayne, Secret Identities, Secrets, Angst

Chapter Sixteen: Green Supra

Jason stared at the dark green Supra and shook his head. “I can’t drive it. I won’t even get in it,” Jason whispered. His eyes were just as wild as they were in the church with Father Andrew a few days prior. “I won’t.” 

Honey touched his arm, and he jumped. “Hey, what’s the matter?” Honey asked. 

“I can’t get in that,” Jason replied. 

“Why?” Honey questioned. Jason shook his head, and he turned to walk out of the garage. Honey followed him. “Michael, wait—.” 

“I’m not gonna drive that. There’s no way in hell—.” 

“Michael, it’s just a c—.”

“No. I’m not gonna kill you!” Jason shouted. 

Everyone in the shop grew silent, and Honey’s eyes softened. “Okay. Let’s take a walk,” Honey whispered. Jason nodded, allowing her to lead him down the street, and he lit his third cigarette of the morning. “You’ve been unraveling for a while now, kiddo. What’s the matter? Is it the cigarettes?” 

“A few years ago, I was in a race,” Jason paused to take a long drag from his herbal cigarette, “and I got into a bad accident. It wasn’t my fault. Another driver lost control and clipped me, I spun out and hit my head. Someone swerved to avoid me and got killed. I was in a green car. It was the worst accident I’ve ever been in. My legs got trapped, there was a fire. I couldn’t breathe… I’m not risking it. I’m not. I need a cigarette. A real one. I can’t—” Jason took a harsh inhale. “I can’t drive. I can’t smoke.” Jason’s breaths grew shorter and shorter.

“Hey… Come on. What do you smoke? I’ll go get you three packs,” Honey offered. Jason pressed a palm to his aching head, and he tried to remember which brand he liked best. “Michael?” 

“Marlboro Black,” Jason answered as he took out his wallet and gave her the money. “I don’t care about the change… I just don’t feel good.” 

“I know. It’ll be okay… And I’ll talk to Yasmin about the car,” Honey reassured him, “It’s gonna be okay. I promise. Okay… I’m gonna get your cigarettes. Stay right here.” 

**

Jason did donuts in the streets before noticing a classic car in the sea of onlookers. “Shit, Honey, we gotta go now. I know I said I’d do a victory—” 

“It’s good. Are you in trouble?” Honey asked. 

“No… I just don’t wanna bump into someone I used to know,” Jason replied. He didn’t say anything else on the matter, and Honey didn’t pry. 

Instead, she waited with him when he got paid and took him out for pizza and they ate in the parking lot of the autobody shop. Jason had a smoke in between slices, and he pressed his palm against his forehead. “I’m so sorry, Honey… I don’t know what to do with myself,” Jason confessed. 

“Michael, are you going through something at home? Or is it—” 

“No, it’s nothing like that. I think I’m just—” Jason struggled for a breath.“ I’m going home a lot sooner than I thought,” Jason confessed as he walked her to her car. 

**

Jeremy sat on the porch with two mugs of cocoa, waiting for Jason to pull up. “C’mere and sit with me for a little bit,” Jeremy gently commanded. 

“Uncle Jeremy, I need the money. I’m putting in my two weeks tomorrow, and I have to get this money to Mom,” Jason whispered. 

Jeremy frowned. “Jason, I didn’t know you were sending this money to Sheila. She didn’t tell you that I sent her the money three days ago?” Jeremy questioned. 

“The money I saved?” Jason asked in reply. “That wasn’t—” 

“I gave her the money, because I wanted you to keep what you earned,” Jeremy answered. Jason scoffed. 

“No, because—” Jason looked around as he tried to process what Jeremy told him. “No, she would’ve—” Jason stepped away to call Sheila, but her number was disconnected. “Did she change her number? Do you—? Do you—? What’s her new number?” Jason stammered as he forced back tears. His throat tightened around the words. “I have to call her.” 

“Jason, I talked to her on the same number when I gave her the money. If she changed her number, she’s probably—” Jeremy noticed the look of panic written all over Jason’s face, and he reached for his nephew. “Jason, come and sit with me. We’ll work something out.” 

“No, I can’t—. I have to pay you back, and I—. I have to get back to my mom—” 

“Jason, you don’t have to. Maybe she was setting you free. Maybe it’s time for you to settle down somewhere and start your life—” Jason shook his head and sped off on his bike. 

He drove straight to the church and called Father Andrew, who sensed his distress before he even picked up the phone, and he led Jason into his private room. “What’s wrong?” Father Andrew asked. 

“I did all of this for nothing, and I’m—. Where am I gonna go? I can’t start over by myself… And I can’t—. She left me behind,” Jason whispered as he plopped down on the foot of the bed. Father Andrew sat politely beside him. “She left me…” 

“Your mother?” Father Andrew asked. Jason hid his face in his hands and burst into tears. “Jason, I’m so sorry that happened to you. If I could offer—” Jason threw himself into Father Andrew’s arms in a desperate search for comfort as he wept. Father Andrew wrapped his arms around Jason and held him tight. “I’m so sorry.” Jason cried himself to sleep in Father Andrew’s arms, and Father Andrew refused to waver in his gentle support as he took off Jason’s shoes and tucked him into his bed. He lay on a cot across from him, but he couldn’t sleep the way he wanted to. Every time Jason made a noise or moved, he would open his eyes and watch. 

His eyes would droop every few minutes, but Jason’s restless sleep kept his mind flooded with worries and prayers. Just before three in the morning, Jason opened his eyes, thinking the events of the night before was just a dream. When he locked eyes with Father Andrew, he felt grief and relief wash over him all at once. “Do you have time to take a quick ride with me?” Jason mumbled as he stifled a yawn. 

“It’s only three. I think I can take a little ride with you,” Father Andrew gently answered. 

Jason smiled before he could stop himself. “Okay, I’ve got another helmet on my bike. Come on,” Jason whispered. Father Andrew stretched before realizing he agreed to ride on Jason’s motorcycle, and he chased Jason to the parking lot. He didn’t have the heart to say he changed his mind, so he put the helmet on held on tight to the back of the bike, and Jason reached back for Father Andrew. “You should hold onto me.” Father Andrew wrapped his arms around Jason and tensed as Jason started his bike up. 

** 

Jason eventually stopped at an abandoned drive-in theater. “This is where I used to run away to think,” Jason explained. “Everything feels like a bad dream right now…” 

“Jason, I—.” 

“I’m sorry for putting all of this on you. I—” 

“Jason, I love you,” Father Andrew confessed. Jason stood frozen, breathing heavily as he tried to understand what he just heard. “I’m in love with you…” 

“You are?” Jason questioned. Father Andrew nodded. “I—. I can’t lie and say I don’t want to understand my feelings for you, but—. What about your—” 

“You feel something for me?” Father Andrew interrupted. Jason nodded as he watched Andrew approach him. 

“Are you sure you want to—” 

“I really want to,” Father Andrew whispered as he touched Jason’s face. Jason leaned in, and his lips parted before Father Andrew kissed him.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Almost There

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam

Summary: Everyone always knew Bart was eccentric, but the family becomes concerned when he starts talking to someone that doesn’t exist.

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Bart Allen, Thad Thawne, Owen Mercer, Don Allen, Meloni Allen, Digger Harkness, Iris West, Barry Allen, Max Mercury, Helen Claiborne

Relationships: DonMeloni, BarryIris, WallyLinda

Additional Tags: Bart Allen-centric, Thad Thawne POV, No Powers AU, Imaginary Friends, Misdiagnosis, Blind Date, Hurt Bart Allen, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Chapter Five: School Fight

When we were fourteen, Bart finally came home for good, but he wasn’t the same. He spent a lot of his time in our room journaling or drawing pictures, but he didn’t speak or laugh as much as he used to. He took little yellowish tablets, and he spat a lot. Owen looked in on both of us a lot because I worried myself sick sometimes. I used to desperately want Bart to say something, even if it seemed crazy to everyone else. I would’ve given anything for him to say something to me. It wasn’t until I got in a fight at school that I really saw a flash of Bart’s old self. I don’t even know where he came from. I just remembered seeing him drop his backpack and drive his fist into the other boy’s nose before punching him over and over in the face. “Leave him alone!” Bart shouted. And then he cursed at them and helped me up. “Wanna go home?” 

I nodded, and he grabbed his backpack and jumped at some of the other kids before taking me home. Dad opened his mouth to say something, and Bart interrupted with a dry reply of, “It’s not my blood,” and he went into our bedroom and shut the door. 

“What happened at school? Did you guys get suspended?” Dad questioned. 

“No. I got beat up, and Bart stopped them… Then, he took me home,” I replied. 

“Are you okay?” Dad asked. 

“I’m alright. Can I go now?” I asked in reply, and he let me go to our room. Bart already started doing his homework, but he stopped to look up at me. 

“Are you good?” Bart asked. It was the longest he’d looked at me in a long time. I nodded. “He mighta busted your lip, but your lip’ll heal a lot faster than his nose. They beat you up like this when Owen’s around?”

“Not all the time. But he’s got a different lunch than us now,” I explained. 

Bart nodded. “Are you scared of me?” Bart asked. I shook my head. “D’you think I’m crazy?” 

“I never did,” I answered. Bart looked down at his journal. 

I sat next to him on the floor, and Wally came in without knocking. “Hey, what are you guys doing home from school?” Wally asked. 

“Um—” 

“I killed someone with my mind and now Thad and I are gonna run away before the government can catch up with us and do crazy experiments on us,” Bart answered sarcastically. 

“Listen here—” 

“Bart. Wally. Don’t please. My head already hurts,” I whispered. Bart nodded and left the room. 

I turned to follow him, and Wally grabbed my arm. “What’s going on? What happened?” Wally questioned. 

“Just regular school stuff,” I replied. “It’s not Bart’s fault.” 

Bart came back and tossed me a bag of frozen peas and a face towel. I held it to my jaw. “Wanna make a hundred dollars?” Bart asked. 

“Huh?” Wally asked in reply. 

“Can you take us to New York for spring break?” Bart questioned. 

“Why would I take you to New York?” Wally asked. 

“I wanted to go,” I lied. Bart nodded. “I was scared to ask you.”

Bart looked at me and grinned. “Nice job speaking for yourself,” Bart replied. 

“ Oh, sure. What’s in New York that you wanna see, Thad?” Wally scoffed. 

“The MoMA, the botanical gardens, the spy museum, colleges…” I listed them off without really thinking about it. I couldn’t believe I was such a good liar. Wally stared at both of us and nodded. 

“Ask your dad,” Wally replied. 

**

I begged Dad to let us go with Wally to New York until Owen got home, and he helped convince Dad to let the four of us go… if Mom said it was okay. Of course, the first thing she thought of was my swollen jaw, and she didn’t hear anything I had to say. “What happened to you? Oh my god, Donny, why didn’t you take him to the doctor?” Mom asked. 

“I don’t need a doctor, Mom. Mom, I wanted to know if we can go with Wally to New York for spring break,” I requested as she touched my face to see if it was still tender. It hurt, but I was more focused on getting her okay for our trip to New York. “Mom, stop for a second. Did you hear me?” 

“Honey, this looks so bad. When did you get punched?” Mom asked. 

“Mom,” I raised my voice. 

“You’re going to the hospital. Does it hurt to eat?” Mom questioned. 

“I haven’t eaten,” I answered. “Mom, I’ll go to the hospital if you’d just listen to me for a minute.” 

Bart grabbed our backpacks and my arm. “We’ll go to the hospital now,” Bart replied as he dragged me to the car. 

**

I fell asleep on Bart’s shoulder while waiting to be seen, and I woke up to him crying and arguing with Mom. I sat there in silence with my eyes closed, trying to get some of the story. “Every time you bring it up, it’s because you wanna send me away. I don’t wanna go back to the hospital. I take the pills. I don’t complain. I’ve been good for months now—”

“Sunshine, I—” Mom took a deep breath. “Fine. You can go, but I want you boys back home at the end of spring break. No funny business.” 

“No funny business, Mom,” Bart answered. I looked around and then turned to him. He didn’t really look at me, but I knew he was there for me. 

**

Mom gave me an Advil for my face, but they said nothing was broken. It made me sleepy, so I fell asleep really fast after dinner. I never took pills or anything, so I think Bart assumed something bad happened to me. I know that because when I woke up, Bart had a steadying hand on my chest while he played a game on his phone. “Bart?” I whispered. 

“You wouldn’t wake up. I—” 

“I’m okay… Just sleepy,” I interrupted. “What time is it?” 

“It’s eight-oh-seven,” Bart answered. 

“We have to get ready for school,” I replied as I tried to get up. Bart pushed me back down. 

“Mom and Dad are keeping us home today. I didn’t sleep, and nobody could wake you up,” Bart answered. “How’s your jaw?” 

“Better. Are you hungry?” I asked. Bart nodded. “I’m gonna brush my teeth and make breakfast.” It felt like a weird dream. I almost forgot that Bart and I were going to New York in a few weeks because Bart was acting so strangely. He hovered over me the entire time that I was getting ready, and Owen came out of nowhere while I was making pancakes, and he looked me over as if I’d died in my sleep. It was an uncomfortable amount of attention, but I was happy to know that they all cared so much.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Kinker's Stowaway

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: The Graysons take in a young stowaway (Jason Todd) during the Prohibition era and he falls in love with the circus.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, John Grayson, Mary Grayson, Jason Todd, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): John Grayson/Mary Grayson

Additional Tags: John and Mary Grayson Live, No Capes AU, Circus AU, Haly's Circus, Fluff, Dick Grayson's POV, Jason Todd Leaves Gotham City

Chapter Three: The Wanderer

Jason got to watch the show, and I think he liked it. He said he’d never been to the circus before. He’d only seen us come and go over the years. So, I told some of the other folks working, and we decided to do it up big and give it our all for the nighttime show. The early afternoons were great, but the nighttime show was when we felt our best. Yeah, our bodies were tired and sore, but the lights never shone brighter than a circus at nighttime. 

After we performed, we always did some stretches to cool off, and we’d put on our regular clothes and walk around saying hi to our friends between shows. Mom usually ran off to make dinner plans with the contortionists and the target girl, and Dad… Well, I looked for Jason and Dad after the afternoon show. And I found them watching Addy and Mike’s clairvoyant act. Jason tugged on my dad’s sleeve and whispered something in his ear. Dad crossed his arms and chuckled before whispering back. They went back and forth for a minute before Jason pointed to Roger, walked his fingers, gestured with a rolling of his hand, and Dad laughed out loud with a hand on his chest. He took Jason’s hand and led him to the concession stand, where I met with both of them. “Jason, tell Dick what you told me,” Dad chuckled. 

“That clairvoyance stuff… It’s a fancy grift, isn’t it?” Jason questioned. 

“How’d you figure it out?” I asked. 

“That fella in the blue is a pickpocket. He’s checking wallets for ID cards and putting them back. Then, he picks the little number who picks the audience members. She’s gotta remember all the names and depending on a few basic facts… Then, she gives the fella up front a couple of clues by touching the stripes on her dress, or she’ll ask the question a certain way,” Jason whispered, “It’s real nice, but I know a grift when I see one… I didn’t know there was work like that at the circus.” 

“There’s work for everyone at the circus… And grifting’s an art. Not everyone can do it,” I replied. 

“I didn’t say it was wrong. I think it’s okay. It’s kinda like a magician’s act. I like it,” Jason whispered. 

Dad looked at me. “I’ve got a taste for noodles. How about you two?” Dad asked. I looked at Jason, and he nodded enthusiastically.

“Beef,” I added. 

Dad straightened Jason’s jacket out, and he hailed a cab. “In we go, kids,” Dad stated. He grunted as he settled into the backseat.

Jason leaned over my lap to look out the window. “I could eat the shingles off a roof,” Dad whispered. Jason chuckled. 

The city looked nice at night, and Jason soaked it all in. He looked like he was absorbing all the lights at once, looking more and more alive as we got closer to the restaurant. “Gee, Mr. Grayson, this is better than Christmas,” Jason gasped as the city lights glittered in his eyes.

“It won’t be hard to spoil you,” Dad chuckled, “Matter of fact, we should get dessert to celebrate.” 

“Celebrate what?” I asked. 

“We’ve got a new addition to the family,” Dad replied, “I think that’s worth celebrating.” 

**

Dad loved post-performance dinners. It was his time to celebrate our better moments and check in with me to see what I wanted to try the next time. But this time was different. We had Jason, and he didn’t know anything about flying trapeze. “In the next city, Mary and I were thinking we could close out together. You can do a double Arabian, and I was thinking I could catch you in a backend meathook—.” Dad stopped and looked at Jason. “You’re a little lost, and I think that’s my fault.” 

“It’s okay. I’m still having fun listening,” Jason replied. 

Dad grinned at him. “Well, I’m not gonna leave you in the dark. Basically, I’ll be upside down, my legs are gonna be hooked over the bar, and my feet are gonna swing around to the outside of the line,” Dad explained as he demonstrated by hooking his legs around the chair. “Like this… And, I’ll have my hands out and ready for Dick. That’s a meathook. And Dick is gonna swing, jump into a starfish, and turn to catch my hands. He’s got a difficult job, but it’ll be a pretty sight if he pulls it off.” 

“Sounds neat, sir,” Jason replied as he ate his spaghetti. “What kinda meatballs are these, Mr. Grayson? They sure are good.” 

“It’s veal… That’s a younger kind of beef,” Dad answered. I grinned as I watched Jason masterfully wield his fork as he ate. 

“Scungill’?” the waiter asked. 

Jason looked up at the man and swallowed before replying with, “Un ada oda.” 

“You’re Italian?” I asked. Jason nodded without looking at me, and he returned to his dinner. 

“Well, I’m glad you told that waiter no. I got suckered into snails a few years back because I didn’t know what the man was talking about,” Dad chuckled. Jason smiled. 

**

Dad carried Jason back to the train, and I took over when it was time to say goodnight to Mom and go to our cars. I don’t know if Jason was a sound sleeper or if he just wanted to be held, but Jason stayed asleep until I started taking off his shoes. He stirred and shook his head before taking his shoes off on his own. “You can’t sleep in your clothes. I’ll let you have a few of my nightshirts until we can go into town and get you some things of your own,” I explained. Jason nodded before taking off his socks and tucking them into his shoes.

“You sure do have a nice family,” Jason whispered as he gave me his shirt and trousers. I folded the clothes and gave him one of my warmest nightshirts to put on over the long johns Mom got him. He had such a sad way about him, like the world might swallow him up at any moment. 

“We could be your family, too… If you want us to be. There’s more than enough space for two Grayson sons,” I whispered. “I’m sure you can’t sleep… So, I’ll tell a little story… A little tale that’ll help you sleep.”

I let him climb into bed, and I changed into my pajamas. Jason turned on his side, facing me as I climbed in. I told him the story of The Little Bull-Calf. His eyes lit up like dark little jewels. So, I told him the story of The Wanderer. The lights were still there, but he was starting to drift, and I told him the story of Beauty and the Beast. That’s when his eyes started to flutter, and the true fight against a gentle slumber began. Finally, I told him Laotsze, and he sank into the pillows, and he rolled into me. I held onto him, sharing the little bit of warmth we had, and I smiled. It was sort of nice to be warm on such a cold night in the car. Jason shivered in the cold, but it wasn’t as bad with two people.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 34/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Thirty-Four: Nutmeg

Talia returned the following night, waking the boys from their slumber, and she told them to get dressed. They silently obeyed, too nervous to speak or look at one another. Damian’s expression was icy as he walked around the hotel in a daze. Jason was in another world entirely. No amount of meditation could help him with the flurry of anxious thoughts and terrifying memories that swirled around in his head. They ran into each other when Damian came out of the bathroom, and Jason grabbed Damian by the shoulders. “Sorry, Di,” Jason whispered. Damian nodded. 

“It’s okay. Do you want me to call you by another name?” Damian questioned. 

Talia looked at both of them. “It’s best that no one knows I’m alive… or that I’m from here,” Jason explained. 

“You’re right,” Talia replied. “Damian, could you wait here for a moment? I need to speak with Jason about his assignment downstairs.” Damian nodded as Jason gave him the phone. 

Talia led Jason to the elevator, and she held his forearm. “What’s wrong?” Talia asked. 

“Nothing. It’s not about me,” Jason whispered. 

“Are you worried about Damian?” Talia questioned in reply. 

Jason nodded. “I’m afraid about what his father being in the picture means for us as brothers. I slipped away from him once, and I just—. I know what this city does to people, and I—. Who is his father?” 

Talia leaned over and whispered in his ear. Jason looked down as he tried to picture it in his mind, and a woman got on the elevator with them. “If he asks your name for the time being, and you don’t want to tell him… say your name is Omar,” Talia whispered in Arabic. 

“ Did you think of that name just now?” Jason whispered. 

“No. That’s the only other name that would fit you,” Talia answered. “Do you not like it?” 

“I love it, Mama. Are you leaving us here?” Jason questioned. Talia ran the back of her hand down his cheek as she nodded. “I’ll look after Damian. I promise that no harm will come to him.” 

“I know… But I want you to let me know if this is too much for either of you. I would hate for my flowers to wither,” Talia replied. Jason smiled and kissed her cheek. 

Talia sent a text message, and Damian met them when the elevator went up again. “Damian, you’ll call your brother Omar from this moment forward. And, I want you to listen to him. He’s going to look after you, and you’re going to look after him,” Talia explained. Damian nodded before realizing Talia wasn’t staying. 

“When are you going to return, Mother?” Damian asked. Talia crouched so that they were eye to eye, and she kissed his forehead. 

“Whenever you call for me. I promise nothing could ever keep me from you, but you have so much to learn from your father and Omar right now. Never forget that I love you both… And stick together. Let nothing separate you from one another. Promise?” Talia requested. Damian nodded as he linked pinkies with her. Jason followed. 

**

Jason watched from a small distance as Talia spoke to Batman, and he resisted the urge to hold onto Damian. Damian stood perfectly still with his nose in the air. Jason knew that Damian’s feigned arrogance was a protection against the expectation of rejection. Jason hadn’t said a word since they left the hotel, but his mind never strayed from Damian. Batman looked over Talia’s shoulder and gestured with a tilt of the neck for the boys to come over. Jason followed Damian closely, his heart pounding in his chest as something stewed in his stomach. It felt like anger, but he had no reason to be upset yet. 

Batman looked at Damian, and Damian studied him, growing colder as Batman’s expression remained unchanged. “Father… I imagined you taller,” Damian stated. Jason’s throat tightened as he choked his feelings down. 

Batman looked down into Damian’s eyes, and Jason’s heart ached as part of him realized Damian’s hero had not lived up to his expectations. Something was missing. The other part of him was envious that he was never Damian’s hero. Talia squeezed Damian and Jason’s shoulders before leaving them there. That was much easier for both boys to swallow than a formal goodbye. 

“Come with me,” Batman replied. 

**

Jason sat in complete silence while Damian complained to Batman about being forced to wear a blindfold. Jason realized that Damian was well-trained, but he grew more impatient with every assumed slight. Jason focused deeply on the physical feeling of the car turning before using his astral abilities to suss out their location more clearly. He didn’t like to use that ability because it closely resembled the feeling of being buried alive, and his body was left powerless. He could hear Damian faintly in the Batmobile, and he quickly returned to his body when he heard Batman lashing out at Damian to silence him. The Batmobile stopped, and Jason heard the words leave his mouth before he realized what he was saying. “Who are you to speak to him that way? Who do you think you are?” Jason snapped, still careful enough to use a slight Cajun accent. 

“His lack of self-control will not be—.” 

“Stop talking,” Jason replied. “He’s a child. No matter what his upbringing was, he is a child.” 

Batman didn’t speak for a long time. “It’s time to get out,” Batman replied. Jason jumped out of the Batmobile and waited patiently for Damian to join him. “You can remove your blindfolds, Damian and…”

“Omar al Ghul,” Jason stated. Damian cracked a smile at the use of their family name. 

“My brother,” Damian added. 

“Well, now that we’re well-acquainted with one another, Alfred will show you to your rooms and help you unpack,” Batman replied. 

Jason nodded. Damian stood up straighter, and he looked to Jason for their next move. “Thank you. Maybe you’d like to speak to Damian further about how things will be for him here. I’ll be upstairs with…”

“Alfred,” Batman reminded him. 

“That’s his first name,” Jason stated. 

“Pennyworth,” Batman replied. 

“I’ll go with Mr. Pennyworth and leave the two of you to speak in private. See you soon, Damian,” Jason whispered. Damian looked at Jason with a subtle pleading look in his eyes. “I’ll be upstairs with Mr. Pennyworth if you need anything.” 

“Right this way, Master Omar,” Alfred whispered. Jason followed him upstairs to the greater part of the manor above the cave. “How old are you, Master Omar?” 

“Twenty-one,” Jason lied. The more inaccurate the information, the harder it’d be for them to find out who he really was. 

“Would you like something to drink tonight, Master Omar?” Alfred offered. 

“I’m fine for tonight, Mr. Pennyworth. Can I ask you a question?” Jason asked. 

“Of course, Master Omar,” Alfred smiled. 

“Would it be okay if I helped you prepare dinner tonight? I worry that my brother might act distastefully out of homesickness,” Jason explained. “I want to help you prepare a meal that might bring him a little comfort in this strange new environment.” 

“That’s quite thoughtful of you, Master Omar. I would like that very much,” Alfred smiled. Jason smiled in reply. 

Jason had a soft look in his eyes as he helped unpack Damian’s things. Alfred took Damian’s laptop and sword. “Wait, what are you—?” 

“It’s alright, Master Omar. I’m only taking these items temporarily until everyone gets to know each other,” Alfred answered. Jason tensed up. “I imagine that things will be tense for a while, but I hope that we can all get along for the time being.” 

“That’s up to Mr. Wayne,” Jason replied. 

**

Jason sat with Damian at the large dining room table, eating dinner in near-silence. “What is it?” Jason asked. 

“You don’t have to stand up for me all the time… I’m not like other children,” Damian muttered. 

“You’re right… And you were wrong as well. Don’t forget your place here. He’s your father, and Mama wants you here for a reason. Be respectful and patient. I had many instructors that I despised, but I tolerated them because I needed to learn something. Even if he isn’t what you expected, I’m sure that he has something to teach you. Do you understand?” Jason explained. 

“He doesn’t want me here,” Damian replied. 

“You don’t know that yet,” Jason whispered. “Give him a chance. Don’t shame yourself because you aren’t getting what you want. I know you. You’re better than this. Complain to me all you like, but I don’t want to see you complain in front of him again, Didi. Can you promise me that you’ll hold your tongue while we’re here?” 

“I promise, Gē,” Damian replied as his head dropped and he frowned. “I apologize for my behavior.” 

“There’s nothing to apologize for. We start fresh now,” Jason smiled with sad eyes. “And I’m sorry that your father wasn’t what you wanted him to be… I understand that more than you’ll ever know…”

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 33/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Thirty-Three: Pokeweed

Jason woke up around six, expecting to turn and see Josh’s face, but the faint smell of food wafted through the bedroom. Jason got dressed from the waist down, but the apartment was too muggy for his sweatshirt. Jason took a quick shower and got dressed in some of Josh’s clothes. He wanted to smell like him. “Mornin’, ma moitié. I didn’t know when you was leavin’, so I made y’all a few plates,” Josh whispered. Jason stretched his arms in the warm kitchen, laughing as he saw the piled-up to-go plates. “You wasn’t gon’ leave without a proper goodbye. Not this time.” 

Jason kissed his cheek. “I wasn’t planning on it. My mama and brother don’t get back from the hotel until nine. When did you wake up?” Jason asked. 

“Three… It don’t matter. I got a lot done. I figure it might be better than that hotel food they got in Jersey,” Josh whispered. 

“So, you prepared enough food to last a lifetime,” Jason giggled. Josh pulled Jason in by his waist. 

“Wait until you get on that jet,” Josh teased as he grabbed a spoon. “Taste this. It’s for Damian.”

“Mmm! What is it?” Jason asked.

“Bread pudding,” Josh replied, “I’ve got everything separated by name. I—.” 

Jason kissed him. “Wait for me,” Jason whispered. 

“That’s the plan, ma moitié,” Josh smiled. 

**

Josh kissed the back of Jason’s neck. “You alright?” Josh whispered. 

“Yeah. I am,” Jason smiled as he turned toward Josh. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too. What’s got you gigglin’?” Josh questioned. 

“I’m happy that I got to see you. You smell so good,” Jason whispered as he pushed his face into Josh’s shoulder. Josh played with one of Jason’s loose curls. 

“What I smell like, ma moitié?” Josh asked. 

Jason kissed his throat. “I could get drunk on your scent,” Jason whispered as he bared his teeth at Josh’s throat. 

Josh smiled, leaning into Jason’s touch. “That feel real good to me,” Josh laughed. Jason made a soft noise as he stroked Josh’s cheek. “You comfortable?” 

“Never been more comfortable in my life,” Jason whispered. Josh stared at Jason with a gentleness like their first night together. “What?”

“Next time we see each other, I wanna spend some real time with you. This is good. It feels good. It feels real nice to me, but I miss our chats. Looking at you when you got somethin’ on your mind, yeah… Yeah, I want that,” Josh answered. 

Jason’s heartbeat sped up, and he placed a steadying hand on his chest before looking at Josh. “I’d love that,” Jason whispered. Something about Josh asking for quality time with him felt exciting. 

Josh reached out and ran his knuckles down Jason’s cheek. “You shakin’, ma moitié?” Josh asked as he took Jason’s hand in his. “What’s wrong?”

“Where I’m going—. I—.” 

“You call me sometime. You know my number,” Josh commanded. Jason nodded with teary eyes. “What you wanna tell me?”

“It’s where I’m from… And I dread the thought of going back there. It never changes,” Jason replied. 

Josh nodded. “I see. And you goin’ for Damian’s sake?” Josh asked. Jason nodded. “You just keep focused on that, then… And if you need me, I’ll come for you.”

“Promise?” Jason asked. 

“Hell yeah, I promise,” Josh whispered. 

**

Josh saw them off at the airport, but he stopped and whispered something to Damian before they left. Damian smiled, staring out the window as they took flight. “What did he say to you?” Jason asked. 

“It’s of no consequence to you, Gē,” Damian grinned. “Just know that I approve of him.” 

“You approve?” Jason asked without a hint of sarcasm in his voice. 

Damian nodded before settling into his seat. “His intentions are good,” Damian replied. “And he’s friendly.” 

“Yeah, he is… I thought you’d be upset because I—.” 

“Saru wanted you to be happy even if it wasn’t with her. She wouldn’t take this from you… And you shouldn’t feel guilty for falling in love again. She made her choice. That wasn’t your fault,” Damian reassured him. “Stop taking ownership of failures that don’t belong to you. You’re better than that.” 

“I fail, Damian. I fail often—.” 

“Not in my eyes,” Damian interrupted with a gentleness he reserved for Jason. “Even if it is an act of puffery, indulge me this once.” His words sounded mature, but his eyes were filled with the tears of a child. 

Jason nodded and embraced Damian. “I’ll do anything I can to live up to your image of me,” Jason whispered. 

** 

Once the plane touched down in Gotham, Talia asked the boys to check into a hotel and wait for her instructions. She gave Jason a phone to reach her on, and disappeared for the better half of a week. During that time, Jason followed her instructions to take Damian on a tour of the city until she returned. He parted his hair with his pinkie and pulled half of it up into a small bun, leaving the rest of his curls to hang free before glancing at Damian. “I have a few rules of my own for this city,” Jason stated as Damian changed shirts. 

“I’m listening,” Damian replied. 

“Stay with me at all times. Don’t look anyone in the eyes. Don’t call me by my name here because I am supposed to be dead. I’ve been dead for a long time. I’m still your brother. I still love you. You can call me Gē if you like, but please don’t use my name,” Jason replied. 

“Are you going to stay with me the whole time? Even when I meet my father?” Damian asked. Jason picked Damian up and kissed his cheek. “Gē!” 

“I won’t leave your side. No matter what you are to him, hayati, you will always be my brother,” Jason reassured him as he held Damian up to eye-level. 

“Promise me,” Damian commanded. 

“I promise,” Jason whispered as he set Damian down. “What were my rules?”

“Stay by your side, don’t look anyone in the eye, and don’t use your name,” Damian answered. 

“Guāiguāi,” Jason teased as he pinched Damian’s cheek. Damian smiled at the gesture, knowing that he wouldn’t accept it from anyone else. He went silent with his fists at his sides. Jason took his hand and led him out the door, provoking a little smile from Damian. 

“Where are we going?” Damian asked.

“To the ‘U’,” Jason replied. “I want ice cream.”

**

Jason sat on the swings beside Damian, eating garden burgers as he stared outward toward the streets. “Gē? Gē? What’s wrong?” Damian asked. Jason couldn’t hear him. 

Jason’s mind drifted to the feeling of his assailant’s blood on his face, and he closed his eyes. The sun in Gotham felt disgusting to him. A thin sheen of sickly sweat covered his body, making him feel clammy all over, and he lost his appetite. “Gē?” Damian grabbed Jason’s wrist, pulling him out of his trance. 

“What?” Jason questioned. 

“You’ve been sitting there for ten minutes… What happened?” Damian questioned. 

“Nothing. I was thinking about something. We should go,” Jason whispered. Damian stared at Jason with knitted eyebrows and a frown on his face. “Come on. I’ll let you ride on my shoulders. It’ll be fun.” Damian nodded as Jason crouched for Damian to climb on his shoulders, and they headed for the tallest building in the city.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

One in the Chamber

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Titans, Justice League

Summary: AU where Jason dies under different circumstances, changing Bruce's life forever.

Chapters: 7/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Barbara Gordon, Eddie Bloomberg, Danny Chase

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Jason Todd Dies, Bruce Wayne Hallucinates, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson Have a Complicated Relationship, Bruce Wayne's POV

Chapter Seven: Funerals and Birthdays

“It wasn’t my birthday,” Jason’s voice whispered, waking me out of my sleep. I shot up in bed, gasping violently for air. “My birthday is in August. It’s nearly—.”

“You came up with the idea on your birthday—” 

“We both know that isn’t what you meant when you said it. You’re slipping,” Jason interrupted me. I turned over in bed and pulled the pillow over my head. “You can’t tune me out… You’ve been wanting to see me, and I’m here now. I’m with you.” 

I couldn’t bear to send him away, but I didn’t want to hear him pick at what was left of my sanity. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but he wouldn’t stop talking. “

**

Roy, Lian, and Eddie were the first to arrive. Usually, Roy and I would butt heads, but he was so mature and quiet. Or maybe he was hurting, too. Eddie was crying before he walked in, and he hadn’t stopped. I wondered if Dick had anything prepared, since he’d been so preoccupied with digging into Jason’s life rather than laying him to rest. 

I was agitated and unfriendly. My head ached, and I wanted to get things over with. I didn’t want to linger on the thought of Jason being gone for too long. I chose a closed casket for the service because I couldn’t bear to look at him unbreathing and unmoving. Almost everyone was able to view the body before the service, but I refused to go through that again. Clark sat with me outside while everyone filtered in and out of the room. Isabella Talbot arrived, looking around at all the faces. I wondered if she knew who she was looking at. Clark got up for a moment to use the restroom, and I felt a hand touch mine. “Nice setup,” Jason’s voice whispered. I tensed up and turned toward him. “Have you spoken to Lois yet? Don’t you wanna know what she knows?” 

Lois passed by as he questioned me, and I grabbed her hand. “Lois… Why did you ask how he was beforehand?” I whispered as I stood up. Lois frowned. 

“I saw him a few months ago. He was with someone, and they were laughing. I couldn’t see her face, but he saw me… and he waved,” Lois answered. 

“Did you speak to him?” I questioned. 

“I didn’t speak to him right then, but he came and found me later on. I didn’t expect to see Jason, but he popped up out of nowhere and asked me—.” Lois trailed off as she glanced at Eddie. “He um… He asked me not to tell you he was in Metropolis. I think he was afraid that you wouldn’t understand.” 

“Is that all you know? Did he tell you anything about the girl?” I asked. 

“I don’t know anything about her. I just assumed she was a girl because of how close he was to her when they were talking,” Lois answered. “Oh… Whoever it was, they had hand tattoos.” 

“If you see anyone with hand tattoos, tell them that I’d like to speak to them later,” I whispered. Lois nodded. 

“Bruce, don’t let those rumors get to you. Jason was a good kid,” Lois reassured me. 

**

Dick was the first to step up and say a few words. “We’ve all had the pleasure of knowing Jason Todd. I have had the special privilege of being his brother. I didn’t realize how special it was until he was gone… and I don’t want to glaze over how he lived… Because he lived. He survived so much, but he never stopped being warm. Jason had a way about him. He was different from everybody because he was different from everybody. It had to be exhausting, but he managed it… 

“And I hope he knew he could never be replaced… Because the world will never have another person that’s even a fraction of the man that he grew up to be.” Dick’s voice broke, and he turned his back to the podium. Donna stepped up in his stead as he cried. 

“Jason could see a person at their lowest and still look at them as if they had it all figured out. I think he was the wisest—.” 

Almost everyone cried. Almost everyone wept, and I think it made my heart feel a little lighter to know he wasn’t just loved by me. I think Roy’s words were my greatest comfort at that moment. “Parents aren’t meant to outlive their kids, and it’s not a jab at Bruce. I’m commending him for showing up today. Jason was an amazing kid, and we all loved him. He was there for us when we needed him most, and I don’t think we ever really knew him. From what we’re all saying, I don’t know if we ever stopped to ask him before or after everything happened, how he was. 

“And yeah, he wasn’t a kid in the legal sense, but he was a kid to me. I’m always gonna see him that way because he didn’t get to do all the things an adult does. He didn’t live that long… And the only thing about that that gives me any comfort is knowing no one was able to ever truly break his heart… because he wouldn’t have deserved that sort of pain. That’s the only thing about this that comforts me…

“And it’s tearing me apart to think that I can’t start checking in with him or change any of the things that I wish I could’ve done… All I can do is hope that I do that with the next great kid that comes along. I hope that all the love we wish we could’ve given him doesn’t go to waste. And I don’t wanna forget this feeling. I don’t wanna forget him. I just want it to be a reminder of the legacy Jason left behind. He always put everyone before himself. Even when it hurt… He was selfless. He was kind. He was warm… He was everything we’ve all said and more.

“And I’m gonna miss him every single day,” Roy replied, his voice softening and cracking as he held back tears. 

**

After the service, I sat alone, eating and thinking about all the kind words people had for Jason. Detective O’Halloran sat directly across from me and grabbed my hand. “It wasn’t his birthday,” I mumbled. “I told you it was, but I—.” 

“I’m not here to ask questions. I’m here to pay my respects. I brought a roast beef, but your butler said he’d set it on the table over there. This is a pretty big setup for such a small funeral,” Detective O’Halloran stated. 

“I wanted to keep it small… And it’s come to my attention that I didn’t know all of his friends. I knew these ones,” I explained. “And I know you aren’t here to ask questions, but please make sure when you amend any notes you took, to write that it wasn’t his birthday. It was my father’s birthday. October fourteenth.” Dick approached the table, and I held up a hand. “We’re just talking… She’s not here as a detective today.” Dick’s shoulders dropped, and his features softened. 

“Thanks for coming, Detective,” Dick whispered before slipping away. 

“It wasn’t his birthday… It was your father’s birthday?” Detective O’Halloran questioned.

“I was out of sorts when we last talked. I’m still out of sorts, but I wanted to clear things up. I know it doesn’t mean anything, but I wanted the details to be correct,” I explained. I remembered something else, too, but I refused to admit it. I still hadn’t decided what I’d do with that information just yet.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

into the silent land

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Willis Todd is arrested before he can cheat Two-Face and be murdered in this AU. He regains custody of his twelve-year-old son, Jason, and they rebuild their relationship. Can Willis make up for his mistakes, or is he doomed to repeat history?

(The title comes from a line in the poem, Remember, by Christina Rossetti).

Chapters: 14/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Willis Todd, Original Character(s), Faye “Ma” Gunn

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergent AU, Father-Son Relationship, Good Parent Willis Todd, Willis Todd Redemption, Mentioned Sheila Haywood

Chapter Fourteen: E Lucevan Le Stelle

Jason woke up to Willis and Alan sleeping on either side of him. “Dad? Uncle Alan?” Jason whispered. Alan sat up and looked at Jason, squinting at him. 

“Got any more cigs, Bluejay?” Alan asked. Jason nodded and reached underneath the slightly lifted headboard to give Alan his pack of cigarettes. “Go brush your teeth, I’ll make you some cocoa.” Jason smiled and nodded as he climbed over Alan to go to the bathroom. 

Willis sat up and looked around. “Where’s Jason?” Willis asked. 

“He’s okay. I just sent him to the bathroom to brush his—.” Alan’s phone rang in his pocket. “Hey… He doesn’t have chemo this morning. No, I know for a fact he doesn’t… Of course, he’s gonna argue with you about it. He doesn’t know what day it is… Jesus Christ. Put him on the phone… No, I don’t care that he’s being difficult with you. Suck it up… Put him on the phone before I get mad…” 

Alan played with the pack of cigarettes while he sat in silence. “Hey, Ricky… Did you see the calendar I put up? No, I know he’s an idiot… But he’s just relaying what I told him… Mhm… Hm… Mhm… 

“You want someone new up there? I’ll get someone new, but I promise you that today you’re just resting. I take you to chemo. I always take you… Get back in bed, and have the moron make you some soup. That’s all he’s good for anyway… It’s okay. No, I get it… He had no right to yell at you… Where am I? I’m with my little brother. I’ve gotta babysit for him later… 

“Yes, you can still call me… I love you, okay? I love you… I don’t care who hears me. I mean it. And I’ll get someone new for you soon. Bye,” Alan gently whispered before hanging up. 

Willis looked at him and frowned. “Is that Patrick the one who used to sing at the Italian restaurant?” Willis questioned. 

“Yeah, so what if he—?”

“I’m sorry. I know what it feels like to see someone I love get sick,” Willis whispered. “How long have you been with him?” 

“Thirty-two years. On and off, but we’ve been together more than apart…” Alan glanced at Willis and squinted. “Did you know I was—?”

“No, I didn’t know. I honestly don’t know much about you, Alan. I’m realizing that now. I didn’t know you liked kids or cared about me… I didn’t even know you were in a relationship. When—? How did you and Patrick start seeing each other?” Willis questioned. Alan got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. “Wait—.” 

“I’m making cocoa. Come on,” Alan commanded. Willis followed him to the kitchen, and he sat at the counter with childlike excitement. “Remember that old opera song, E Lucevan Le Stelle? ”

Willis nodded. “Well, I was a busboy back then, and I remember going to pick up my check after hours on a Saturday night, and he was standing there at the mic… I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe,” Alan whispered as he looked through the cupboards and started on the cocoa. “And he was looking right at me. After that, I’d go to the restaurant after hours just to watch him sing… And then, I’d leave first, and I’d linger around the restaurant… He’d leave, and I’d ride the train with him to the movie theater. I’d sit next to him if the theater was empty or behind him if there were people around. That was our way of dating in the earlier days. After a year of doing that, we finally started talking to each other.” 

“In public?” Willis questioned. 

“Oh, no. I wasn’t stupid. We didn’t talk in public until after he graduated from high school. We left typed letters in each other’s lockers before that. Never handwritten. If we got caught, we’d just say we were delivering a letter for whatever girl came to mind. If it was from him, it was wrapped in a little pink velvet ribbon. If it were from me, it would have a sprig of rosemary tied with twine attached. 

“Why are you smiling like that?” Alan asked as he squinted at Willis. Willis smiled from ear to ear. 

“That’s romantic. You’re a romantic—.” 

“Oh, shut up, Billy. I’m—. Can I take Jason with me to check on Ricky? He’s confused today, and it’s making him angry,” Alan explained. 

“Of course. And thanks for watching Jason for me,” Willis smiled. 

**

Jason sat silently in the passenger’s seat while Alan smoked a cigarette. “I’m gay… And my boyfriend of thirty-two years is very sick. Do you have a problem with that?” Alan asked. Jason shook his head. Alan smiled and gave Jason his cigarette. “We’re here… Finish that cigarette. We gotta go in before he throws a fit.”

“Uncle Alan, are you nervous?” Jason questioned. 

“Yeah. I’m nervous. You’re gonna step into the place that I call home,” Alan confessed. Jason gave Alan his cigarette back. “Thank you.” Alan took one more drag and put his cigarette out. “Come on.” 

They got out of the car, and Alan led Jason up the steps of a little two-story house. He let himself in the front door, and Jason and Alan immediately heard arguing. “Fine! Don’t eat anything then! Starve!” a man shouted. And a door slammed. 

“I’m right here, Ricky!” Alan called as he pushed Jason behind him. He walked to the family room and kissed the cheek of the man on the couch. “I brought my nephew. He’s got a concussion.” 

Jason peeked out from behind Alan and waved. “Nice to meet you,” Jason whispered. 

Alan pointed to a chair. “I’ll be right back. Ricky, did you eat?” Alan asked. 

“No, and he’s been shouting at me all morning… And he swears he can’t figure out how to use my record player,” Patrick replied. 

“Okay… Well, he’s gone. I’m here. What would you like?” Alan asked. 

“I know how to use a record player,” Jason peeped. 

“Can you play some Engelbert Humperdinck? Any record will do,” Patrick replied. Jason nodded and got up. “And, Alan, can you just make broth like you made the other night?” 

“Sounds good. I’ll get right on that,” Alan answered. 

“Do you want a cookie?” Patrick questioned. He nudged a tray of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. Jason hesitated as he looked up at Patrick. “Go ahead. I can't eat 'em, but I like to see people eat 'em when they come over.” 

Jason thanked him as the record started to play, and Patrick flipped through a book in his lap. His hands trembled as he looked through it. “Don’t be scared of Alan. He’s not as angry as he seems. He’s gentle,” Patrick reassured him. “I um… I don’t remember a lot, but I remember Alan. I know he’s a perfectionist. I know that he’s reserved… And I know that he is so afraid of being known.”

Jason opened his mouth to speak, but Patrick started singing. Alan stepped into the swinging doorway and smiled as he listened before approaching with Patrick’s breakfast. Alan sat beside him, straightening the hat on Patrick’s head. “I fell in love with you the first time I heard you sing that song,” Alan whispered. 

“You were the best thing about that restaurant,” Patrick replied with closed eyes.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Blush of Robins

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Fourteen-year-old Dick, Jason, and Tim run into each other in Gotham while on patrol, and they must race to find a way to get back to normal before Bruce finds out. The only problem is, they have to keep Damian, Duke, and Stephanie from telling Bruce everything.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas

Additional Tags: De-Aged Dick Grayson, De-Aged Jason Todd, De-Aged Tim Drake, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Sibling Bonding, Sibling Rivalry, Multiple POV

Chapter Three: Fowl (Tim's POV)

I think Jason was the first one to wake up the next morning, and he wasn’t shy about it at all. He made breakfast for everyone, and he and Damian were whispering about something in the kitchen. Damian seemed groggy, but he paid close attention to every word Jason uttered with his covered mouth. Jason was a lot smarter than he seemed, but he wasn’t as crafty as I expected him to be, either. I wondered what he was hiding. Dick was the last of us to get up, but he was all business from the moment he opened his eyes. “Everything okay over here?” Dick asked with a hint of disapproval. 

Jason nodded, and I could tell by the way he shut down and went silent that he was pissed off. It was a silent kind of anger. I knew it all too well. That reserved and restrained fury that threatened to burst through if someone knew exactly what button to push. If I knew Dick well enough, I knew he’d push just that button. I don’t want to repeat any of the words that were exchanged, but Dick said something extremely hurtful, and Jason threw a punch that landed. Damian and I quickly pulled them apart, and I looked up once I restrained Dick, and I could see that Jason was shaking and teary-eyed. Damian let go of him, and he went outside to sit alone. Dick still wanted a fight, and it took Damian slapping him for him to realize he was in the wrong. 

“We were having a private conversation,” Damian snapped. “What’s wrong with you? I’m glad you grew up because I wouldn’t have liked you much this way.” Then, he followed Jason outside, leaving Dick and me to sit in perfect silence. Of course, Dick couldn’t let it sit for very long. 

“Secrets can get us killed,” Dick whispered. “If Jason and Damian know more than—.”

“I get where you’re coming from, but it doesn’t make us right. If we don’t trust each other, it can also get us killed,” I interrupted. “If we argue and split up, we might never figure out what’s going on. Or… We’ll get caught by Bruce, and we’ll all look incompetent.”

Dick made a face and nodded before looking in the freezer for frozen food. He wrapped a pack of frozen peas and carrots in a kitchen towel and held it to his eye. “I still think I could’ve taken him,” Dick muttered. 

“Hm… Black eye… Not a scratch—.”

“That’s not fair. I totally would’ve had him if you—.” 

“He’s faster than both of us. And he didn’t even wanna fight you. Imagine if he wanted to hurt you,” I replied. “We’re good, but he’s fast. And let’s be real, I don’t think we’re ready to go head up with Damian just yet.” 

“Speak for yourself,” Dick replied as he leaned against the counter. 

I glanced out the window behind Dick, and I could see Damian sitting beside Jason. It didn’t look like they were talking. It just seemed like they were sitting there, looking out into the nothingness. 

That’s when I realized Robin really wasn’t one thing to Bruce. I think he needed something different from everyone. Apart from the fact that they were his sons, they were all a distinct challenge to how he usually operated. I felt like an unnecessary outlier. Damian taking over had to be inevitable before I even considered taking the mantle. I was merely a placeholder. And that would’ve been okay if I were ready to explore what that meant for me and my dad. It’s not like we were close before, and I liked my independence… If we were time-displaced, knowing about Damian changed everything for me. 

I guess I couldn’t complain, though. It had to be way worse for Jason. I’m sure he felt awful and confused about the whole ordeal. However, I’m a little bit confused about how Damian knows him. 

“Are we close?” Dick asked. “It seems like Jason and I probably weren’t—. Were we close?” 

“Yeah, we’re pretty close. I hang out at your apartment a lot, when I’m not hanging out with Barbara,” I answered. 

“So, do you still have parents?” Dick asked.  

“My dad,” I answered. 

Dick frowned. “Why are you doing this, then?” Dick questioned.

“Because you didn’t want to go back to being Robin after Jason—.” And that’s when I messed up. I shouldn’t have let him know anything. 

“After Jason did what?” Dick asked. I shook my head. “Tim.” 

“No, I already said way too much—.” 

“What happens to Jason?” Dick asked. I didn’t want to look him in the eye, but he grabbed me by the collar. “Tell me.” 

“He dies,” I whispered. 

“No… Damian knows him. And—. And, I—. How?” Dick stammered. 

“You were busy… And Bruce and Jason weren’t—. They were going through something, and he didn’t get there in time. You didn’t want to be Robin anymore because you had your own life and—.” 

“How old was he?” Dick asked. He seemed hurt and desperate to amend something that was completely out of his control. 

“Fifteen,” I answered as I pushed him to hold the ice over his eye again. I don’t think he would’ve heard anything I said after that, so I stopped talking. 

“And I’m how old by the time you take over?” Dick wondered out loud. 

“Twenty-two,” I sighed as I answered him. 

“I get to grow up, and he doesn’t… That’s—. And I—.” 

Jason and Damian came back inside, and Jason extended a hand to Dick in apology. “No hard feelings?” Jason asked. Dick embraced him, and I could see by the smile on Jason’s face that it was long-forgotten on Jason’s end. Smiling ear to ear with closed eyes, he whispered a little, “Thank you,” and Dick moved to let go, but I think Jason might’ve really needed that hug. 

Damian smiled gently and cleared his throat. “We’ve gotta head out. Jason, you’re with Dick. Tim, you’re with me,” Damian commanded. 

“Why? No offense, but they just got in a fight,” I replied.

“Because that’s the order we were Robin in… And you still look like you. All Jason and Dick have to worry about is getting along and avoiding Bruce. Jason doesn’t even look remotely like that anymore… And I trust that they’ll be good partners on this one. Until we find a way to fix things, we’ll work as a team. 

“Dick and Jason, here. Call us if you guys get into any trouble. I already sent you the information. Tim and I will call you if anything comes up. We’ll meet back here tonight and get ready to go on patrol,” Damian explained. 

**

Damian didn’t tell me much about what we were doing or where we were going, but I think all of that was interrupted when we got recognized in the deli. “Shit,” Damian cursed. 

The blonde girl approached us and squinted at me. “Why is he a kid?” she asked. 

“You can’t tell anyone,” Damian replied. 

“Who is she?” I asked. She crossed her arms. 

“I’m pretty sure he hasn’t met you yet… It’s nothing personal. He doesn’t know me either. Tim, this is Stephanie. You two used to date,” Damian explained. I could feel my heart drop into my stomach when he said it. 

“We’re still friends,” Stephanie reassured me with a warm smile and a pat on the arm. “So, what is it? A time travel situation or a magic thing?” 

“Not sure,” I answered. “We used to date? What happened?”

“A lot of stuff, but don’t worry about that. So, is it just you? Or is anybody else a kid now?” Stephanie smiled. 

I looked at Damian for an answer. “Dick and Jason are fourteen, too,” Damian answered. Stephanie took a picture with me, and I flinched away. 

“Okay. Let’s not do that again,” I mumbled. 

“They don’t want Bruce to know,” Damian explained further. Stephanie held back a laugh. “What?” 

“Jason is fourteen right now?” Stephanie questioned. We nodded. “So, he’s walking around Gotham being teeny tiny. Shorter than literally all of us?”  

“Stephanie, I need you to be an adult about this—.” 

“I have to see them. I have to. I bet they’re adorable,” Stephanie giggled. And I was officially in hell.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past.

Chapters: 17/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter Seventeen: Abby and Drew (Jason's POV)

When I dropped Terry off at home the night before, I stopped by the old train station to pick up Abigail. Even though Avery was gone, I still loved Abigail like she was my own daughter. She didn’t have a family of her own, and she grew up in some pretty horrible situations. To her, I was a father, and she was my daughter. When I saw her at the train station, I immediately knew something was wrong. “Dad,” Abigail whimpered as she embraced me. 

“Hi, Abby. It’s so nice to see you, sweetheart. What’s going on? Are you okay?” I asked. She trembled in my arms as she wept, and I just wanted to fix it. I always wanted to fix it, but I knew it’d be better to let her talk. 

“You’re gonna hate me. I feel so bad, but I didn’t know who else to—.” 

And then I saw the clothes and looked at her face, and I knew… She was pregnant. “Abigail… Abigail, let’s get something to eat. I don’t want you to be upset. It’s okay. I just wanna get you to a restaurant where we can eat and talk,” I reassured her. I wasn’t angry. I think I might’ve been hurt, but I was willing to let her talk to me. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings or send her into a spiral, so I kissed her forehead and took her to get a burger at a fast-food place. I got her a burger, fries, and a strawberry milkshake to get her to calm down, and I forced a smile on my face to comfort her. 

“I thought he loved me,” Abigail explained. 

And I felt for her. It didn’t take much. I remember what the kid looked like when Avery introduced her to me. She was wearing Avery’s clothes, and she was sunburned, with a shaved and patchy head. Most people would’ve thought Avery had lost his mind, but I understood the second she said hello. Abigail was a sweet kid, but she just needed someone to love her. Avery did that. He loved her so much that I almost believed it could save him. “Want me to hunt him down?” I asked. Abigail shook her head. “Okay. Okay, I don’t wanna upset you again… Can you um—? Can you handle having another kid?” 

“I can’t, but it’s too late to um—.” 

“No, I know… I can tell. I’ll take over when it’s time, Abigail… Abby, you know you can come and stay with me. Avie still asks about you, and I wouldn’t mind you being there. You’re not in trouble with me,” I interrupted. 

Abigail shook her head. “I screwed up. I know Avery’s your son, and I loved him. I loved him more than I’ve ever loved—.” 

“It’s okay to want to find love again. It’s okay to make mistakes. You can come home. I can help you—.”

“Avery did all the parent stuff. I wasn’t cut out to be a parent—.” 

I led her to the car and smoothed her hair down. “Where’ve you been staying?” I asked. 

“I crashed with a girl I knew in Metropolis for a little bit, but I knew I couldn’t stay there long,” Abigail answered. I nodded and moved her hair behind her ear. She had a burn scar behind her ear like a brand, and I could tell it’d been a few months since something terrible happened. She covered the spot with her hand. 

“Who did that?” I asked as gently as I could. Like I said, she was my daughter. She made a loud noise like she was about to start sobbing, and I grabbed her hand. “Abigail Marie Todd, I’m not mad at you. I’m not mad at all. I just want to know why someone would hurt you like that. Can you at least telll me where it happened?” 

“Blüdhaven,” Abigail answered. 

“Did the father do that?” I questioned. Abigail bowed her head as she shook her head. “Who is the father?” 

“Dad,” Abigail pleaded. 

“Okay… No more difficult questions for now. Do you want to stay with me for a while?” I offered. She nodded. “You can wear some of Avery’s old stuff until we get you something to wear… And I might have some of Ruby’s old maternity clothes—.” I looked at her and frowned. “It’s gonna be okay. I’m here now.” 

**

When we got in, Andrew immediately lost it. “You killed my brother—.” 

“Andrew, stop,” I warned him.

Andrew backed her against the wall. “My brother never touched drugs a day in his life before you—. Why are you here?” Andrew asked. I placed a hand on his chest, holding him back. 

“Andrew, stop. She’s just as much my child as Ave was—.” 

“Was. He was alive. Before she brought her drugs into his life and ruined everything,” Andrew hissed. I pulled him away from Abigail, and she sank to the ground in tears. “It should’ve been—.”

“Andrew Thaddeus Todd,” I chastised him. She covered her face and sobbed. “Abigail, he didn’t mean it. He’s just upset… Go to the room. I’ll be there in a second to check on you. Let me talk to Andrew.” I helped her up, and she left the room quickly. 

“Why did you bring her here? She has a lot of nerve—.” 

“Abby is a good girl. She just had a rough time in life. Avery wanted me to care for her. I promised him that I’d always look after her. If it wasn’t drugs, Avery would’ve found another way to end his life. I hate that he did, but he was hurting so badly he thought no one would ever be able to help him. It wasn’t her fault. They were having a hard time, and no one’s harder on Abby than she is on herself. When she got clean, she made me keep Avie because she felt like she didn’t deserve her,” I explained. Andrew shoved me until he got the anger out of his system, and it turned to grief. It was the first time he cried about Avery. I held him and nodded. 

“I miss him so much,” Andrew sobbed. 

“I know. I miss him, too. Every single day,” I whispered. 

**

Abigail hid out in the room the next morning, and I brought Avery-Marie to see her along with her breakfast. “Mommy!” Avery-Marie exclaimed. Abigail smiled as she opened her arms to her. “Are you staying here?” 

Abigail looked up at me. “Yeah, your mommy’s gonna move in for a little—.” 

Andrew knocked on the door. “Abby? Can we talk for a minute?” Andrew asked. Abigail kissed Avery-Marie’s cheek before heading outside the room. I knew Andrew was done being angry after last night, so I let them have their space. While they were gone, Avery-Marie and I talked about Abigail coming back home. 

She seemed so excited to show Abigail everything she’d learned while Abigail was away, and it warmed my heart a little bit. “And Grandpa? Do you think she’ll let me sleep in her bed like she used to?” Avery-Marie questioned. 

“You could always ask her. I think it’ll be good to let her know you love her very much. Your mommy missed you a lot,” I confessed.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

In The Soup

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: Jason Lives AU where he and Superboy become friends, despite Bruce's disapproval of Superboy. (ft. Jason's service dog, Gromit)

Chapters: 13/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Conner Kent, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Conner Kent is Superboy, Good Friend Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Overprotective Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Disabled Characters, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Developing Friendships, Sneaking Around, Disguise, Fluff and Humor, Secret Messages, Hiding in Plain Sight

Chapter Thirteen: B12

In the hopes that the smell of food would lift Jason’s spirits, Conner brought a heavy lasagna along with two ginger ales. Jason was half-asleep in bed, his eyes drooping as he ran his hand through Gromit’s fur. “You said five minutes,” Jason teased with a placid grin on his face. 

“I thought you probably held off on dinner. And I thought about bringing you soup, but that’s dumb… Isn’t it? I—.”

“Thanks… I can eat,” Jason whispered. 

Conner sat next to him and pulled his books out of his backpack. “Do you mind helping me with my homework? Oh, and I have your notes… And Jason, it doesn’t have to be weird. We’re friends. Aren’t we?” Conner questioned. Jason smiled and nodded. 

“Thanks. And we are friends,” Jason replied as he sat up, feeling a slight twinge in his back. Conner handed him a fork, and they dug in. Jason ate a small portion before dozing off beside Conner, and Gromit wagged his tail. 

“How’s it going, Gromit?” Conner asked as he stopped eating to reach over Jason and scratch under Gromit’s chin. “Sweet boy.” 

**

Jason woke up to Conner doing homework, and he yawned. “Welcome back,” Conner teased, “Still hungry?” 

“No, I’m fine. Thanks for staying… I’ll probably be back at school on Monday, but I’d like it if you—. Or maybe I can spend the weekend over there,” Jason offered. 

“Oh yeah, for sure. You can definitely hang out at my place. Also, I told Mr. Douglas that I’d partner with you on the History thingie next week. Oh, and I got your notes. They’re right here,” Conner replied, “And I met your brother. He seems okay. He took Gromit for a walk a minute ago.” 

“You did? What did he say to you?” Jason questioned. 

“He asked if you ate. I said, 'Yeah.' He said his name was Dick, and I thought he was joking. Oh, and he asked if I was Superboy,” Conner chuckled. 

“What’d you tell him?” Jason asked. 

“The truth. I don’t think I can get away with lying to your family,” Conner replied. 

“We’re gonna keep workshopping your look. Maybe we should make you less handsome,” Jason suggested, “And I’m speaking objectively before you start making fun of me.” 

Conner grinned and stretched his arms and legs. “I did my homework, so it won’t be cheating if you do yours and let me see what you got,” Conner announced. 

**

Jason planted his feet on the ground after Conner left for school, and Gromit waited patiently for Jason to notice his harness. Once he noticed, he grabbed onto the support handle and stood up. “I think I’ve got it from here, Gromit,” Jason whispered as he walked to the bathroom. Dick sat up on the couch, watching as Jason lifted a hand to reassure him. 

“You look a lot better,” Dick smiled, “How’d you sleep?” 

“I slept okay. Do you wanna get breakfast with me? I won’t be long… I just wanted to take a bath and—.”

“Take your time. I’m here for you until tomorrow night,” Dick reassured him. 

“I don’t think I’ll take that long,” Jason chuckled, “Hey, Dick?” Jason looked around for Barbara, but she was nowhere to be found.

“She went to the grocery store. What’s the matter?” Dick questioned. 

“Nothing… Nevermind. I can’t remember what I was gonna ask you. I’m gonna go get ready,” Jason replied. 

**

Jason sat in the front seat, trying to stay awake. “You could go to sleep if you want,” Dick reassured him. 

“No, I’m okay. All I’ve done lately is sleep,” Jason replied. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Dick questioned. 

“Drowsiness is a side effect to something I’ve gotta take… But I’m fine. I’ll take a B12 or something,” Jason answered. Dick glanced at Jason before turning toward the road. 

Dick cleared his throat. “I just don’t want you to bottle up your—.” 

“I’m not. I’m fine. I can handle school, and I can handle having a new friend. I can handle my medication, and I can handle the neurological stuff, too. Don’t worry about me. I’m happy. I feel a lot better, and I—. The neurologist said it’s normal for my mood to take a nosedive after a seizure—.”

“So, you do admit that there was a shift in your mood—.” 

“Dick, I don’t want to play verbal chess with you. What are you getting at?” Jason interrupted. He’d started feeling defensive and caged in. He didn’t want to complain or vent. He just wanted to seem in control. 

“Barbara told me you were crying the other day, and I thought you’d feel better after you saw Conner, but you seem… sad,” Dick answered. 

“I understand you’re concerned, but it was just a tank in brain chemicals. I’m fine. My mental health is good. I’m getting better a little more every day. I’m going back to school soon, too,” Jason replied. He looked out the window and sighed. 

“Depression is also a tank in brain chemicals… It’s still worth talking about. Barbara only told me because—.” 

“I’m not depressed. I had a little seizure at school, and I got sick after. Please drop it, Dick. I don’t want to talk about that anymore. If there’s going to be an intervention every time I cry or have an off day, I’m really gonna have a mental health crisis,” Jason muttered. “I’ll let you know if I’m doing bad.” 

“Okay. I’ll drop it… What do you want to eat?” Dick questioned. 

Jason pushed his glasses up. “Um, can we get drive-thru french toast?” Jason asked in reply. 

Dick smiled and nodded. “Can’t get bacon in a drive-thru,” Dick replied. 

Jason shrugged. “I don’t have to have bacon. I just want hash browns and french toast… Oh, and chocolate milk… Not regular,” Jason replied. 

“Living on the wild side, I see. You’re a dangerous one,” Dick joked. 

**

After they finished eating breakfast, Dick drove around for a little while, and Jason fell asleep in the car with his mouth open. Donna called Dick to check in, and Dick pulled over to answer, putting the phone on speaker. “Are you busy?” Donna asked. 

“A little bit. Why? I’m visiting Jason for a few days,” Dick replied. 

Jason shifted in the passenger’s seat. “He’s not busy. Tell him it’s urgent,” Jason mumbled with his eyes closed. 

“Ignore him, he doesn’t know what he’s saying. I’m very busy with him. He missed me,” Dick teased. 

“Jason, is this guy bothering you?” Donna joked. 

“Yeah, can you come get him? He needs something productive to do. He’s been driving me around all morning, trying to help me,” Jason replied. They all continued to laugh and joke for a few minutes until Jason drifted back to sleep without warning, startling Dick for a moment. 

“Jason?” Dick questioned. 

“Huh?” Donna asked. “What’s—?”

“Hold on a minute. Jason?” Dick asked before feeling for a pulse. “Oh, jeez… Okay. Okay…” 

“What?” Donna asked. 

“I thought he wasn’t breathing for a second, but he’s fine. Um… I’ll talk to you later on, and I’ll let you know if I can help… Is it time sensitive?” Dick replied. 

“No. Not really. I just need some advice later on. Have fun with Jason, though… And try not to stress him out. He sounds fine,” Donna answered. Dick chuckled and ended the call.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

One in the Chamber

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Titans, Justice League

Summary: AU where Jason dies under different circumstances, changing Bruce's life forever.

Chapters: 6/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Barbara Gordon, Eddie Bloomberg, Danny Chase

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Jason Todd Dies, Bruce Wayne Hallucinates, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson Have a Complicated Relationship, Bruce Wayne's POV

Chapter Six: A Way Out

I obsessed over that clip for three days. I pored over every detail, hoping to find something small in the background or her voice that could help me find Jason’s mystery girl. She obviously knew a side of Jason that none of us did, and I had to rule out the existence of a child. I refused to admit he kept a secret that big from me. I wanted to know why he wouldn’t tell me. I wondered if it was a mistake or if it was true. I wondered if he saw it as a way out of the manor. A way out of my life. 

Was that why he was saying it’d be okay? Did he leave people behind? Jason was craftier or luckier than I remembered him being. My stomach ached. I couldn’t eat. Dick listened to the other audio files and a few videos… all of which were in her bedroom. There were nineteen of those videos in total. Each of them was in the girl’s bedroom. I wondered if she was pretty. I wondered if she had a gentle spirit or was adventurous. I wanted to know her. I wanted to know if she was as good for him as I imagined. I would’ve given anything to meet her. But it felt like all dead ends. 

And his funeral crept up on me, taking me by surprise. I got to view the body a day earlier than everyone else, and it broke me all over again. It made things real. 

I stepped into the room, and I saw the casket. Then, I saw him inside it. He looked like he was asleep, and I hated that they did such a wonderful job. I touched his face, and his skin wasn’t right. He was incredibly and unforgivably dead. I heard someone screaming, but I never thought that I’d be able to make a noise like that. It wasn’t until Dick pulled me up that I realized I was falling apart right in front of the mortician. “No! No! No!” I screamed as I clutched Jason’s shirt in my fists. I couldn’t smell him anymore. He didn’t smell like Jason, he didn’t feel like Jason. He was officially gone. I think something like that damages you forever. I felt like I should’ve died right there. It should’ve killed me to see him like that. 

“Bruce,” Dick’s voice called me. But it wasn’t really him. The voice was much younger. He hadn’t sounded like that since he was nine or ten. I must’ve forgotten where I was for a moment because my grip loosened, and I turned to look at Dick. He was only a little boy. He was my greatest challenge, my equal, my son, and friend. “Let’s go home.” I nodded. 

I grabbed his arm and followed him to the car. “I can drive us around for a little while,” Dick offered. I sat in the passenger’s seat. My head ached, and I suddenly felt tired. I felt so tired that I couldn’t keep my eyes open… but I could listen. At least I thought I was listening. 

“I learned to tolerate silence with you,” Dick whispered. He still sounded so small. So young. I assumed I had lost my mind. “But, I learned to understand the silence after a while… And I think—. I don’t think Jason got that side of you. I don’t think he ever learned to understand it.” 

I was too tired to speak, but I wanted to say something. I had to. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you,” I mumbled> I was half-asleep and on my way to a migraine, but it needed to be said. 

“You don’t have to say—.” 

“I meant it,” I replied. 

**

I tried to get ready for bed, but I ended up wandering the halls, following a memory. There was a sliver of light peeking through a window at the end of the hall. I remembered the cool breeze blowing through as the curtains parted and waved me over. Alfred ran out of Jason’s room, brushing past me, and he reached out of the window and dragged Jason inside. My throat tightened, and my limbs felt heavy in their sockets. Without any argument or outward display of emotion, Jason looked at Alfred and me in the dark hallway. He was half out of breath, but his expression was placid and superficially remorseful as if he were only apologizing for waking us out of our sleep. Alfred held onto Jason, checking him for bruises and cuts with wide eyes and shaky hands. Neither of us said a word, but Jason broke the silence with a gentle, stammering, “Good night,” and that was it. We weren’t sure if he was trying to jump or if he was just getting fresh air, but I remember we didn’t sleep that night. We went back and forth all night, locking windows and looking in on him while he slept. I sent him to stay with Dick a few days after that.

He seemed to thrive when he was with Dick. I remembered getting calls and hearing Jason’s speech clearer and clearer with every call. He gained weight. He sounded happy… but I could never tell what happy sounded like after the accident. 

Dick ran into me in the present day, and he grabbed my arm. “Before we bury Jason, I have to know what happened in that video. What didn’t you want me to know?” Dick questioned. 

I closed my eyes. I wanted to see Jason. I didn’t care that it was just a hallucination. I just wanted to see him. Dick shook me a little. “No. It isn’t relevant. I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just focus on burying him tomorrow. Please,” I begged. 

“Can we talk about the girl?” Dick asked. 

“What about her?” I questioned. 

Dick took a deep breath. “Van der Weide. Famke Van der Weide. The girl said her name… And do you remember what Isabella said about Van der Weide having the key to Jason’s heart?” Dick questioned. 

“I do. You think she knows who this young lady is?” I questioned. I didn’t want to meet her. I was afraid of what I’d find out about Jason. 

“I think she knows how he met her… I’m not sure about anything, but I know that she’s got to know something,” Dick suggested. “Maybe we can go after—.” 

“We can go the day after the funeral, but I’m not going anywhere the day of,” I replied, hoping he’d grow impatient and go without me. 

“That’s fair,” Dick replied. “And if your secret becomes relevant?” 

“You’ll hear about it,” I lied. And suddenly, he seemed smaller. “Dick? How are you sleeping?” 

“I don’t sleep long. I keep thinking that he’ll show up, and it’ll just be his weird way of telling us something he was too scared to—. Maybe a baby would be a good thing. He kept going on and on about how we were missing out on the joys of having a baby around… Maybe it’ll make things easier to have a piece of him out there somewhere,” Dick reasoned. I think it would’ve devastated me to find out he really had a child and didn’t tell me. It would’ve solidified my worst fear. Jason no longer trusted me, and he was slowly phasing me out of his life.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Blush of Robins

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Fourteen-year-old Dick, Jason, and Tim run into each other in Gotham while on patrol, and they must race to find a way to get back to normal before Bruce finds out. The only problem is, they have to keep Damian, Duke, and Stephanie from telling Bruce everything.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas

Additional Tags: De-Aged Dick Grayson, De-Aged Jason Todd, De-Aged Tim Drake, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Sibling Bonding, Sibling Rivalry, Multiple POV

Chapter Two: Nightbird Flying (Jason's POV)

I didn’t want to acknowledge Tim. I’m sure he was nice, but I felt like he was insinuating that my worst fears had come true; I was no longer useful to Bruce. It wasn’t his fault, but I couldn’t live with the idea that I was no longer important to the person I loved the most. I wanted to get back to my time to fix whatever I broke with Bruce ahead of time. 

We fanned out in different directions on foot, trying to stay in range with one another before we ended up encircling Robin Four in the alley. By the time we got him cornered, it was too late. It was a trap. He wanted us to corner him, and he knocked us out with some kind of gas. We woke up in an abandoned building, and Robin Four pinched the bridge of his nose. We weren’t tied up or anything, but he seemed to be the one in control. I knew that if we had to fight, I’d have to play a little dirty to even the odds. Not that I’d want to. As far as I was concerned, the costume made us all brothers. “Why did you corner me in the alley?” Robin Four questioned. “And why are you all kids? I just saw you a few hours ago.” 

“We don’t know yet… We’re trying to figure out who you are,” I answered honestly. “And let me guess, you’re fourteen, too. Right?” 

“I am,” Robin Four replied. He seemed to soften up because I was honest. Dick moved defensively, and I stopped him with a gentle arm to restrain him. “You don’t remember me?” 

We shook our heads. “Tim?” Robin Four asked. He said no without hesitation. “Jason?” 

“I’m sorry,” I replied. 

“Dick?” Robin Four questioned. I think that one hurt him a little. 

Silence fell over the four of us, and Dick was the next to speak after a prolonged silence. “I’m sure we’re very close, but we don’t even remember how we got out here. What do you remember?” Dick asked in a gentle tone. 

Robin Four sat up a little straighter. “I got up this morning and trained for a little while, and I—.” 

“You remember this morning?” Tim interrupted. 

“Yes, I remember this morning,” Robin Four answered. 

The three of us exchanged glances, and I looked at Robin Four. “What’s your name? We can’t call you Robin Four. It doesn’t seem right,” I explained. 

“Damian,” he answered as he took his mask off. Dick squinted, and his jaw dropped as he seemed to put together something neither Tim nor I had any knowledge of. 

“Bruce and Talia?” Dick questioned. My jaw dropped when I saw their features in his face. Talia’s eyes and nose, Bruce’s mouth, and there was something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. “When? Wait, no. I don’t wanna know when.” 

“I wanna know when,” Tim replied. 

Damian took a deep breath. “No. Listen, what was your action plan?” Damian asked. We all looked at each other. “Jason. Then Dick. Then Tim. That’s the order you’ll answer my questions.”

“They don’t want Bruce to find out, but we need to find out if we were de-aged or displaced in time,” I answered. I watched as Tim’s eyes scanned the room for escape points. Dick’s eyes darted back and forth between Damian’s utility belt and his facial expression. 

I think I was the only one without an attack plan. I didn’t think we’d need one. “Where does everyone stand on that question so far?” Damian asked. “Dick. Tim. Jason.” 

“Fifty-fifty,” Dick answered.

“Time-displaced… But given the fact that you know Jason, I’m not one hundred percent anymore. I’m still leaning toward time-displaced, though. I was dizzy when I woke up at my post,” Tim answered. It made my skin crawl a little. I was dizzy when I woke up, too.

I sat and thought about it for a second, considering the fact that we were in costume, but we didn’t remember how we arrived at the posts we spawned in. Damian seemed to know us all, and he didn’t seem to have a negative emotional reaction to me. We all happened to be fourteen years old, and Damian didn’t feel the need to attack us even after we cornered him. And he saw us a few hours ago. “I don’t know… Can you tell us anything about the last time you saw us?” I questioned. 

“The last person I talked to was you. We argued. You were worried about me, and I told you I could handle myself. You told me that you didn’t want me to make the same mistake you did… And I can’t tell you any more than the fact that it seemed out of character for you to be so emotional. 

“Tim sent me a message this morning. He was looking for me to ask a question about something weird he saw the night before… I didn’t answer. 

“I talked to Dick while I was training. He sounded strange, like he was half-asleep, but he said he’d meet me tonight. He never showed up,” Damian answered. 

“De-aged. I feel like that’s got to be it. I was acting strangely, Tim saw something strange, and Dick didn’t sound like himself… Maybe it was a delayed spell, something that was supposed to hit around this exact time. But why? Why would they want us to all be fourteen right now?” I questioned. 

“Couldn’t that be as likely as being time-swapped with our present selves? Damian, what are you getting from this?” Tim asked. 

Dick’s eyes finally stopped searching for something to distrust about Damian, but Tim was still slightly on edge about something. Damian seemed more concerned than anything. I started feeling a little nauseous, but I swallowed hard to try and focus on the task at hand. Tim pressed down on his wrist and swallowed hard, while Dick covered his mouth with his fist. “Time displacement seems unlikely because none of you remember anything strange other than waking up at your posts. Also, you’re all very obviously nauseous,” Damian replied. Dick stood up, holding his finger up as a gesture for us to wait, and walked to the corner of the room to throw up. I shut my eyes to fight off the urge to do the same. 

The more I tried to resist, the more it hurt, and I heard Tim vomit before I turned away and threw up. Damian sighed. “Magic. You’ll stay with me for the time being. I don’t want to leave you all exposed to any potential attacks,” Damian whispered. “You three should rest. We’ll talk more in the morning. Until then, the four of us should stay close together.” I reached into my pocket and gave him the fourth walkie-talkie. 

Dick returned to the group and nodded. “So, are we settling on de-aged?” Dick questioned. I nodded, and Damian did, too. Tim still hadn’t budged. 

So, we headed out to Damian’s safe house, and we all dropped in whatever soft and warm space we could find in Damian’s comfy little place. I lay on the rug with a pillow and throw blanket, Tim took the couch, and Dick fell asleep folded up in a chair. They fell asleep pretty fast, but I stayed up for a while, and Damian made me a cup of tea. “Thank you,” I whispered as I sat up. “Are you okay? I’m sorry that we argued… And I think I kind of know what I meant when I said I didn’t want you to make the same mistake I did.”

“What do you think you meant?” Damian questioned. 

“I know things are getting shaky between Bruce and me right now… I’ve considered looking for somewhere else to belong just in case he changes his mind about me,” I confessed. “I’ve made mistakes… And I’m scared that it’s changed the way he sees me. You’re his son, though. On paper and in blood, right? Nothing could ever change that. I know he’d love you more than anything in the world. No matter what you do, he’s always gonna choose you.” 

“Jason, I’ll be honest… The way he was with you,” Damian sighed, “he wasn’t like that with the rest of us. You were special. We all know it. Tim knows it. Dick can tell even now that you were exactly what Father was looking for in a son.” 

“I don’t feel that way. I’ve never felt that way. I always felt like I was one mistake away from losing the best thing that ever happened to me,” I whispered as I took a sip of my tea. “Damian, I’m sorry if I said anything that hurt you when I was older. I’m sure it’s only because we’re a lot alike, and I care about you very much.” Damian smiled at me, and I smiled back. I think I felt more at ease around him than I did around Dick and Tim. Maybe it was because he knew all of us, and he knew how to approach each of us. Dick seemed pretty much the same, and Tim didn’t seem too concerned with me. I think Damian understood how alone I felt. We didn’t say anything else, but we quietly finished our tea, and I fell asleep soon after.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past.

Chapters: 16/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter Sixteen: Batman (Terry's POV)

Jason was in the cave when Mr. Wayne called me back. That scared me. Jason pleaded with me, but he knew that I wouldn’t listen to him. I could see it written all over his face. Defeat. I wanted to do what he asked of me, but I couldn’t. I had to be Batman. But there was something else. Jason looked back and forth between Mr. Wayne and me before something seemed to come together. He made a soft noise as his jaw loosened. “Jason—.”

“Let me talk to the old man by myself. Wait upstairs. I’ll take you home when I’m done,” Jason whispered.

“But—.” 

“Terry, there’s a lot you don’t understand about me and this old man. I’ve got a few personal issues with him. Give me a minute, and I mean it, Terry. Stay put. Please,” Jason interrupted. 

I nodded and headed to the old man’s living room. I waited there for almost an hour before Jason met me in the living room. “You—. You’re just a kid, Terry. I was just a kid, too… And it killed me,” Jason explained with tears in his eyes. 

“I know that working with the old man isn’t gonna be—.”

“That’s not what I mean. I died doing this work. I don’t know how I got to come back, but I did… And I was angry and destructive for a long time before I grew up and realized where to use my energy, but my kids still suffered as a result of my work. Terry, please. I’m begging you to drop this once you get justice for your dad. You’ll be tempted to do this for other people because you think this works, but I promise you it doesn’t. Once you put the mask on, you’ve put numbers on everyone you’ve ever loved’s heads,” Jason pleaded. 

“You’re the Red Hood—.” 

“I was, but I was Robin first,” Jason answered. I think he knew my mind was set, so he sighed and took me out to the garage. I drove with him for a little bit before his phone rang. 

“Hey, I’ll be home in a little while,” Jason whispered. “Oh, sorry—. Wait. Yes, I know who this is… Where are you? I can—. I’ll cook. Can you wait for me? Good… Yeah… Yeah, fantastic. See you soon,” Jason smiled. 

“Are you okay?” I asked. 

“Yeah, I got a visit from someone I haven’t seen in a long time… But I’m serious, Terry. You don’t wanna lose what you’ve got. You’re a great kid, and I have so much respect for you, but you have no idea what you’re getting into. You’re young, you have a social life, you’re healthy. This life will take everything from you,” Jason warned me. 

“Are you gonna tell my mom?” I asked. Jason shook his head. “Why?”

“Because you’ll make your decision no matter what happens… And that’ll force you to be defiant. Besides, Bruce is going to give you an allowance, and I think he’d benefit from spending time with a real human being either way… I’ll pay you to spend time with him,” Jason answered. 

“Seriously?” I questioned. 

“He likes you… And he doesn’t really like anyone anymore,” Jason whispered. I could tell he was a little stressed about something else, so I didn’t say much even though I had a million questions. 

**

I woke up to Jason talking to my mom outside the car, and she was smiling and laughing at something he said. It was nice to see my mom laugh again. I got out of his car, and Mom hugged me. “Jason explained everything. I’m so glad you decided to go through with the mentorship program. I’m so proud of you for accepting such a huge responsibility,” Mom smiled. “Are you hungry? You missed dinner.” 

“I know. It’s okay, though. I’m just gonna head to bed,” I replied. 

“Goodnight, Terry. I’ll see you after school tomorrow to pick you up again,” Jason whispered. “Goodnight, Mary. Remember that I’m just a phone call away if you need me.” 

Mom smiled and nodded. “I’ll see you soon, Jason… And you’ve got to bring your granddaughter over for dinner soon,” Mom offered. 

“Soon, I promise. I’m still sorting a few things out at home, but I’ll call you as soon as things clear up,” Jason replied. 

**

The next afternoon, Jason picked me up from school as promised, and he took me straight to the Wayne place. I still didn’t have much to say, so I sat in silence until Jason spoke. “Bruce doesn’t like anyone… But he likes you,” Jason confessed. 

“If he doesn’t like anyone, how do you know—?” 

“If you know him long enough, you’ll see that that prickly old man contains multitudes… And I know because I love him very much. I didn’t thank you for saving his life… And I’m sorry that he didn’t say thank you. I’m sure he didn’t. To be honest, I just want you to babysit him,” Jason explained. 

I took a deep breath. “Why don’t you move in with him?” I asked. 

“No. I can’t. I’m already living with my own ghosts,” Jason replied. “I can’t do that. I can’t live with him, and he can’t live with me… And I have too many responsibilities right now.” 

“Do you want me to keep you posted?” I replied. Jason nodded. “Are you staying with me for this first—?” 

Jason’s phone rang. “Sorry, Terry. This might be an emergency,” Jason interrupted before answering his phone. “No. I understand. Hey… Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. It wasn’t time. It wasn’t—. No, I don’t want you to do that. We can revisit this—. Can we revisit this later? Yes… I’m very hurt by that, but I’m trying to be gentle. Can we please talk later? I will always answer your calls, sweetpea… Uh-huh. Buh-bye.” 

“Something wrong with Avie?” I asked. 

Jason shook his head. “Nope. I’ve got chaos inside and outside of my house that I’m desperately trying to shield her from, but she is great. She’s reading chapter books and going to her music class on Saturday mornings. She’s a good kid, and I don’t want anything to mess that up,” Jason whispered. “I can’t protect you. I couldn’t protect my kids… I couldn’t protect my siblings… Avie is my last shot.” 

“What do you mean you can’t protect me?” I asked. 

Jason took a deep breath, and his face tightened into a frown. “I didn’t want this for you. I wanted you to live a normal life. I wanted you to be a regular teenager,” Jason whispered. I could hear the break in his voice. “I saw myself in you, and I wanted you to be better than me. I wanted you to escape the path that I was on. You were my shot at redemption, and I failed you miserably… Terry, I’m so sorry.” Tears. I couldn’t believe he was crying. 

“Jason, I’m sorry. I had to get justice for my dad,” I explained. 

“And now it’s in you. It’s a curse. You want to be Batman. I get it. The first time I put on the Robin costume, I felt like I could do anything… I flew until I fell. No one could’ve stopped me. I can’t stop you, and I can still remember how it felt. I know you’re fine now, but you’re someone’s kid,” Jason replied. 

I don’t know. Maybe he was right.