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Imagine:

Damian finding out you and Bruce not having a proper wedding and he wants to fix it, he wants to be part of it.

Bruce found Damian in the conservatory, sitting cross-legged by the koi pond, absently tossing fish food into the water.

He knew that posture—stiff shoulders, but hands steady. Something was brewing.

“You’re up early,” Bruce said gently, settling beside him.

“I’m always up early,” Damian muttered. “Unlike Grayson.”

Bruce smirked. “Fair.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the quiet splash of koi fins filling the space.

Then Damian spoke.

“Why didn’t you have a proper wedding?”

Bruce blinked. “We did. Courthouse. Quiet. Just your mother, Alfred, and—”

“That doesn’t count,” Damian cut in, frowning. “No dress. No music. No speeches. No vows.”

Bruce tilted his head. “We said vows.”

“You muttered them. And Alfred sneezed during Mom’s.” Damian threw another pinch of food into the water. “I want to be there. This time.”

Bruce was quiet. He studied his son, too sharp for his age, too thoughtful for someone who used to believe emotions were a weakness.

“You want us to renew our vows?” Bruce asked, voice soft.

Damian didn’t look up. “She deserves it. A proper dress. Flowers. Maybe a stupid cake with lace on it.” He grimaced. “Don’t let Todd pick it.”

Bruce chuckled under his breath.

“And I want to walk her down the aisle.”

That made Bruce pause.

“You know I’m already standing at the other end of that aisle, right?”

Damian finally met his eyes. “Then I’ll walk beside her. It’s her wedding. She should get two men who love her walking her forward.”

Bruce exhaled slowly. His throat tightened.

“That’s… a beautiful idea.”

Damian shrugged, suddenly embarrassed. “Don’t make it weird, Father.”

“I won’t,” Bruce said, placing a hand over his son’s shoulder. “We’ll plan it. Together.”

Damian nodded, lips twitching toward a smile. “Good. I already told Alfred. He’s looking at venues.”

Bruce blinked. “Of course he is.”

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I love nights because they don’t expect anything from me.

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one last angst for the road...

Who took care of Eris' hounds while he was UtM? They they know what was happening? That their dad was trapped?

They refused to eat from the workers hands, since Eris fed them himself or took them out hunting.

A few months pass and no Eris...

They bark and growl all night and day, almost asking "Where did you go?"

A few more months later the growls turn into whines

Multiple years pass and the hounds collectively agree that Eris abandoned them.

The older ones go out to hunt while the younger still stay in the first house. They take care of themselves while Eris is trying his hardest to break free so he can go home to them.

It takes half a century, for Eris to be free, and the first thing he does is winnow in the forest house, calling to his pup, preparing himself for the worst.

One after another they come out of hiding, tackling him to the ground, licking all over his face while he laughs for the first time in 50 years.

His hound snuggle up around him, in his warmth, cause Eris didn't abandon them.

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isolation the most goated coping mechanism i love talking to no one and losing my mind alone

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i think when we used to point out that a story didn't need a sex scene what we meant was "this story reduces its women to mere sex objects and gives them no interiority so the sex scenes are gratuitous and geared towards the male gaze" it wasn't the sex that bothered us per se it was the objectification of female characters while givig them little to no consequence to the overall story but nowadays people mean "sex is icky and gross and has no merit to ever be portrayed in our arts which should be good and pure and never ever make ME feel discomfort" and it's like. i bet a bowl of unfrosted flakes looks real good to you rn

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Poor Clark just wanted some advice on a case...

Guess who finally watched the Superman movie :) and I already threw a young Robin/Dick Grayson at Battinson, so now he’s everyone’s problem.

Kinda related to this post

I picture something like Bruce just came back from patrol, Robin doesn’t exist in the public eye yet, and Clark only knows Bruce and Dick through an interview. During that, Bruce and Clark figured out each other’s secret identities. Now Clark shows up at Wayne Manor needing some insight on a case or something...

and dick is a menace

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the true elation and dopamine hit I get when I have a friendly random conversation with a stranger in public needs to be studied

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as long as i'm not pregnant my life is never at its very worst

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Y/N: Hey, Jason, can you help with the zipper?

Jason: Sure.

Y/N:

Y/N: UP, Jason.

Jason: Right, sorry.

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Jason Todd being a freak of a man ♡

AKA weird/borderline red flag behaviors that Jason exhibits. TW mention of self harm in a passive way.

You got a period? He's tracking that.

Watches you sleep. The worst part (or the best for him) is that he's so good at being quiet that you've never woken up to catch him.

Jason gets the building plans for your apartment/house so he can identify weak spots, renovations, etc. He also likes to identify places that he can hide in. Just in case. :)

Jason's memorized every squeaky stair or door hinge in your place so he knows what to avoid so he won't make a sound.

He would hurt himself for you if he needed to. Take a bullet, break his wrist, whatever. Jason won't tell you because you'll get all concerned which is SO unnecessary because it's not going to change anything. You may not realize how precious you are but Jason does.

Sometimes Jason cups your neck and you think he's being sexy but he's actually checking your pulse.

He's made a copy of all of your keys. He knows all of your passwords. He doesn't break in or login to your laptop or phone (he doesn't need a password to do that anyway) but he has them for emergencies.

When you were first dating, Jason secretly ran an allergy test on you (don't ask how. He just did.) This was because he didn't want to bring you food you'd be allergic to or take you somewhere where you might have an allergic reaction.

Jason has a blood sample from you without your knowledge. He knows your blood type and significant DNA markers.

Sometimes Jason gets afraid that you're losing interest in him (because he's paranoid) so there are times where he brings you food every day and runs errands for you and makes himself extra available. It... borders on Pavlovian training.

He has a secret cabin far from Gotham, in case you ever want to leave for whatever reason. Jason mostly has it in case he or you ever committed a serious crime and needed to go on the lam.

He would break you out of jail, if that wasn't obvious. You'd have to do something disgustingly unforgivable to make him leave you there. Seriously. Jason has a low bar.

If you two had to leave the country, Jason also has several contingency plans for that.

Jason has at least sixty plans for what to do if you fall into some kind of danger or if he becomes indisposed and can't get to you. You do not know about these plans. You will never know about them unless they're needed.

If you get pregnant, Jason will know first.

He has hidden weapons in your place. No, you won't find them. No, they're not all guns.

Jason can do any kind of shopping for you. This is because he's so observant that he's memorized what kind of food you eat, what clothes you wear, what products you buy, what furniture you like, etc.

Jason has a shameful, repressed fantasy of you becoming a supervillain and making him your partner in crime. He would consent to this in a heartbeat. He knows you'd have a very good reason to turn evil.

Jason Todd would kill for you.

Sometimes he has nightmares that you're gone and Jason has to rest his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat to fall back asleep.

Jason has another buried fantasy of you being a mad scientist and doing experiments on him. Do you want to do experiments on him? Please say yes.

At least three of your belongings (jewelry, headphones, shirt tags, etc) have an embedded tracker in them.

Jason always seats you so you'd be able to escape an area quickly (i.e., putting you in the aisle seat at a theater).

When Jason's on a mission and he's trying to force himself to do the right thing, he'll say "(Your Name) would want me to be good. I'll be good for them." You're kind of his god. Whatever works, right?

When you were first dating, Jason made a little shrine of your things in his apartment. He also stole some of your clothes so he could smell you at home (he replaced them so you wouldn't notice! So thoughtful.)

Jason has a lock of your hair for... reasons. You never know when you'll need someone's hair. 🤷‍♀️

The last person who figured out Jason's civilian identity and commented on you landed in the ICU. They didn't make it. So sad.

Jason replicated your scent in a lab and bottled it as a perfume. He sprays it when he's away on a job and misses you.

That's all I have for now! Perhaps there will be more weirdo Jason behaviors in the future 🥰