#🗡️ . . . Jason

[forsaken-headcanons]

KillerPoly (Jason x John doe x 1x4) HC!!

Jason, John Doe, and 1x4 sees C00lkidd as their child and C00lkidd sees them as their parents since 007n7 is there with the killers so they have to take care of him instead (Jason mostly takes care of him🙌)

-Jason Anon!!

C00lkidd collecting parents like bricks. CORRUPT NATURE! amiright

[kittenscookie]

One of Luke and Jason's Earliest Interactions in the Modern Epic Au

Luke: Cool scar kid.

Jason: Oh! Thank you sir?

Luke: *Gestures to his own face* I got mine fighting a dragon on a quest for my father—nearly lost the eye—how'd you get yours?

Jason: ...

Luke: *Chuckles* I'm fucking with you! I know you tried to eat a stapler when you were a toddler.

Annabeth: He tried to eat what—?

[mr-dead-inside]

[nikrei]

I've seen a lot of posts about Willis Todd on the lines of "how would he have the Lady Shiva and also a spy in his address book??!!"

(Batman 426)

It's pretty easy actually. Sharmin didn't even emigrate to Isreal until 1982, when Jason was 6-8 years old, depending on how old Jason is in 1989. She lived in Gotham before that. Hell, they could have gone to highschool together.

And Shiva, now that I know her better from reading the Question, 100% hires herself out to random gangsters and spends her time hanging out with the grunts.

He very much could have had her contact info from that, or, if we're assuming he never got into crime before he started working for Two Face, just from hanging out in the sort of bars that gangsters hang out in, where Shiva would also be hanging out in.

[jason-is-alive]

don’t get attached, John dislikes kids and teens as is, and he’ll just start avoiding you. plus Roy doesn’t agree with the idea of you adopting, he’ll always choose John over you.

then you’ll just be stuck with something that made your relationships end, and you’ll hate it just as much. Maybe see if that hunter will want it

-🗡️

First of all, I am not adopting anyone anyways. I am a fucking mess right now, my leg is still healing, PTSD is strong right now and I can barely take care of myself at the moment.

Second of all, if you ever say shit like "Roy will always choose John over you" again, I will find you and rip you to shreds untill no one that finds you will be able to tell what you looked like before I got to you. They are meant for forever, I know that. But I love them and I know they love me, so never kind of imply that they would leave me behinde just like that.

And third of all, I will not give the teen to the hunter that has been toturing and hurting me for weeks. How the fuck you think I would is beyond me.

[coremoose]

(Everyone is calling me an old man cause my source's vers would be turning 30...)

Not our room, just to clarify.. it's the sibling of our host.

[yourlocallgothamite]

The Demon Spawn Surveillance Strategy (The DSSS)

Chapter 1: The One In Which Jon Kent Fails to Lie

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AN: This is my first time writing soo... its not really the best but that's okay. Would love to hear you guys' thoughts!

next chapter ____________ It started with Jon Kent being suspicious.  Which—on its own—wasn’t groundbreaking. Jon was about as subtle as a traffic cone and folded under pressure like origami.

But this? This was different.

The man was fidgeting, avoiding eye contact, and nearly bolting out of every room he entered. Jon was nervous—that much was obvious... But why?

Dick, Jason, and Tim were going to get to the bottom of it. No matter what it took.

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“Damian’s with you again today?” Dick asked casually one afternoon, glancing up from his phone as Jon fumbled with his hands. They were in one of Wayne Manor’s cozier living rooms when Jon walked in, supposedly looking for a charger.

Jon froze mid-step. “Uh. Yeah!” he chirped. Way too loud. Way too nervous. Way too suspicious. “Homework,” he continued quickly. “Group project. Big… uh… chemistry unit coming up. Molecules.”

Dick blinked. “Molecules.”

“Yup! Covalent bonds. Ionic. The works. Chemistry stuff. Hehehe..” He replied, scratching the back of his neck.

Jason squinted from his chair. “Didn’t you nearly set the lab on fire last semester?”

Jon’s face twitched. “That was… unrelated. Different topic. Totally fine now!”

Tim leaned forward slowly, fingers laced. “And this chemistry session is happening at the public library on Main Street?”

Jon swallowed. “Y-yeah. Totally.”

“Funny,” Tim said, eyes narrowing. “Because Damian said you’d be at the Gotham Academy 24/7 library for history.”

Jon froze.

Jason whistled. “Damn. You’re both terrible liars.”

Jon bolted.

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After superspeeding out of Wayne Manor like a man on fire, Jon realized���far too late—that he might’ve slightly overcorrected... and maybe he kinda didn't plan where he was going... and he definitely didn't account for his speed...

He found himself stranded in the streets of Paris.

“…Oh shit.”

As he made his way back home, Jon yanked out his phone and furiously started typing, trying to salvage the situation and alert Damian before the vicious Robin dismembered him.

This was going to be a long day.

But maybe the Batboys wouldn’t look too deep into it?

…Who was he kidding?

He was totally screwed.

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Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:29]: I PANICKED I PANICKED AND I RAN I THINK I’M IN PARIS???

Brooding Batlord 🗡️ [15:31]: You think you’re in Paris? Can you see the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, or the Seine? Confirm your coordinates, imbecile.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:31]: I just wanted to get AWAY Now I’m next to a pastry cart and the air smells expensive I made it worse Dami They KNOW something is up

Brooding Batlord 🗡️ [15:32]: Define your intent when using the word “know.”

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:32]: I said we were studying chemistry You told them it was history TIM CONNECTED THE DOTS IN REAL TIME Jason started whistling And Dick looked at me like I just confessed to murder

Brooding Batlord 🗡️ [15:33]: I should never have entrusted you with this responsibility.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:33]: EXCUSE ME I WAS DOING MY BEST

Brooding Batlord 🗡️ [15:33]: Your “best” nearly exposed a covert operation because you cannot lie under mild questioning.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:33]: Dick used the “I’m not mad, just disappointed” tone 😭 I almost cried bro And did you just refer to Y/N as a "covert operation" NOWAY 😭😭

Brooding Batlord 🗡️  [15:34]: That tone is a fabrication. He is always both. I shall ignore your commentaries. 

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:34]: Okay that’s kinda fair but anyway I panicked I ran I’m overseas And your brothers are assembling a crime wall

Brooding Batlord 🗡️  [15:35]: They are not my brothers, merely imbeciles who think they came first. Of course they are "assembling a crime wall." They are hooligans who have no concept of boundaries.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:35]: They’re gonna FIND HER They’re gonna SURVEIL HER HOUSE They’re gonna SEE THE PINK FLUFFY BLANKET AND THE TEA AND THE—THE CUTENESS 😭

Brooding Batlord 🗡️  [15:35]: If they even approach her property, I will break their kneecaps. I don’t care how many of them there are. Let them come.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:36]: What do we DO??? This is like DEFCON 3 The next phase is PowerPoint presentations

Brooding Batlord 🗡️  [15:36]: Meet me at her residence at 1600 hours. Bring cookies. Do not burn them this time.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:36]: You’re being very demanding for someone who’s about to be exposed by a the devil's helpers

Brooding Batlord 🗡️  [15:36]: I will not be exposed. You will be publicly executed via my kryptonite stash.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:37]: Tell Y/N I love her Tell her I died protecting the fluffy pink rug 😭😭😭

Brooding Batlord 🗡️  [15:37]: Do not ever use such language regarding Y/N, I am the only one whom she harbours feelings of affection for, understood? If you die, I’ll allow her to sketch your gravestone. Make yourself useful and bring Earl Grey. Do not disgrace me again.

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Jon landed with a graceless thud on the L/N manor’s front lawn, breathless and wild-eyed, clutching a slightly crumpled bakery box so hard it bent at the edges, making him freak out even more. He stared in wonder at the large gates littered with guards. This wasn’t as big as Wayne Manor but still, it was huge. “Man I can’t believe I’ve never been to your girl’s house Dames,” Jon tried to ease his nerves, addressing the Arabian boy with wonder that barely covered his nervousness “I mean how long have you two been together? A year? And I’ve never seen her house? Woah.”

Damian was already waiting by the front gate, arms crossed, jaw clenched, and posture so stiff he looked ready to kill. His eyes took in Jon’s disheveled state with distaste.

“We’ve been together for 18 months and 2 days, and why would you see her house? She is my significant other. On another note, you’re late,” Damian said flatly, eyeing him with judgment people usually reserved for war criminals.

“I GOT LOST IN LUXEMBOURG,” Jon whisper-yelled, flinging the box into Damian’s hands. “Don’t start with me, man.”

“First of all, you have the ability to fly and you have superspeed, how could you get lost, you can literally travel the whole Earth in a matter of seconds.” Damian deadpanned as he opened the box with surgical precision, making note to try and fix its bent edges. “These are store-bought.”

“I didn’t have time to bake! You think I carry cookie dough through international time zones?!”

“You were supposed to bring earl grey tea as well you hoodlum.”

“Oh shit!  I completely forgot!”

“Fine. What have you brought along.”

“Well, I panicked and got—” Jon checked the label, “—chocolate chip… and, uh… something called ‘raspberry bubble-unicorn’?”

Damian gave him a look that could end lives. “You disgrace me.”

Jon clutched his temples. “Damian, please. I’m begging you. Focus. This is bigger than tea. Dick made direct eye contact with my soul. Tim’s probably already hacking my GPS. Jason basically called me a ‘liar.’ They know something is up!”

“They suspect. They do not know,” Damian corrected, tightening his grip on the pastry box. “There is still plausible deniability.”

Jon stared at him. “You lied to them. I lied to them. BADLY. You know Tim’s building a dossier right now. He’s probably typing ‘Y/N’ into ten government databases.”

Damian’s jaw ticked. “If they so much as run a background check—”

“What?” Jon interrupted. “You’ll kill them? Hack the FBI? Blow up a satellite? ‘Break their kneecaps?’”

Damian didn’t answer.

“…That wasn’t a no.”

Damian turned, stalking toward the mansion’s front door with obvious anger bubbling inside him. “They know nothing of Y/N. We stick to the plan. We act natural. You do not speak unless spoken to. And most importantly, stop dishonoring me and stop proving to be a liability.”

“Got it.”

“You do not mention molecules, chemistry, history, or Paris.”

“Right.”

“And if you value your kneecaps—do not say the words 'bubble-unicorn' ever again.”

Jon winced. “Understood.”

Damian raised a hand and rang the bell.

The door opened almost instantly.

There you were. In fuzzy socks, an oversized sweater, and with a warm smile that made Damian’s nerves calm and planted a slight smile on his face.

“Hey you guys!” you beamed. “Come in! I made brownies.”

Damian stepped in with perfect calm, voice smooth. “You look radiant as always, beloved.”

Jon followed behind him, smiling too wide. “Hiyeshello! I’mJonandIloveyourhouse.”

Damian subtly elbowed him in the ribs.

You giggled, holding a hand up to your mouth “I know who you are Jon why are you so nervous it’s just my house.”

The door closed behind them.

The war had begun.

Operation: protect the Dami/N initiative has begun.

The biggest challenge? Not letting Y/N feel like something is off… and of course stopping the three huge manchildren from discovering Dami/N.

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Damian’s head rested in your lap, unnaturally still for someone who claimed to be “relaxing.” His arms were crossed, jaw tight, but he let you run your fingers gently through his hair because how could he deny you? He knew you loved it. (No it’s not him who wants you to stroke his hair, you are the one who likes it.)

Across the room, Jon was sitting on your lounge chair tapping his foot like his life depended on it while desperately trying not to tap it in superspeed in front of you.

As soon as you left the room, with Damian begrudgingly letting you because you needed to use the restroom, Jon started pacing around in superspeed like a madman.

“No, seriously, we need a plan,” Jon muttered, practically vibrating. “They're probably already setting up surveillance. You know Tim has drones. Tiny drones. Owl-sized ones. Spy-level stuff.”

Damian didn’t even lift his head. “If Drake sends anything near this property, I will take joy in slicing his head off.”

“I’m not joking!” Jon whisper-shouted, throwing his hands in the air. “They’re probably building a murder board right now. Red string. Pins. Blueprints. Facial recognition software—”

“They know nothing about Y/N, they don’t even know she exists and it shall stay that way. Anything they ask? We deny deny deny. Now stop panicking or our plan will be compromised.”

“Okay. Okay. It’s Okay, I’ll just never come over to your place ever again. Easy.”

“Perfect.”

You entered the room again, bringing over the brownies and cookies, just barely missing the end of their conversation. “Hey guys! Who’s ready for the best evening of boardgames and cookies ever!”

Across from you Jon shifted in his seat, making an uncomfortable noise as he tried to sound excited, and Damian nearly facepalmed then and there.

“Jon?” You asked, “You sure you’re okay? You seem stressed.”

“Mhmm fine totally absolutely amazing YUP.” The blue-eyed boy said, all too fast.

You squinted at him, suspicious but too tired to press. “Fine. I’ll let you be but I’m your friend okay? You can tell me when you’re not okay. Is this about the school project?”

“WHAT!? NONO no worries! I’m okay!” He freaked out. “Anyway—gonna get a snack. Stress makes me hungry. Not that I’m stressed! Because I’m not. Haha.”

He disappeared down the hallway.

You turned back to Damian. “He’s definitely stressed.”

“Tt.” Damian closed his eyes. “He lacks subtlety.”

“Unlike you, Mr. Broody?”

He didn’t respond, but you saw the way his fingers twitched—just a little—against the pink blanket you kept on the couch. His other hand shifted to subtly clutch the hem of your shirt.

You leaned down and brushed a kiss to the top of his head.

“You sure everything’s okay?”

His lashes fluttered. “If it wasn’t, do you think I’d let Kent hyperventilate in your abode while I lay here with you?”

You laughed softly. “I mean... yeah.”

“…Then don’t worry. Everything is fine.”

From the kitchen, a scream rang out. Something crashed.

You stared toward the hallway.

“Should I be concerned?”

“No,” Damian said instantly. “That was… unrelated.”

Another crash. Then:

Jon Kent [from the kitchen, screaming]: “WHY IS THE KETTLE SPEAKING FRENCH??”

You raised an eyebrow, muffling your incoming laughter with your hand.

Damian sighed, eyes still closed. That man was Done With Jon's Shit. “I told you not to let him near your smart appliances.”

“Dully noted.”

You went back to stroking his hair. He melted just slightly into your touch, the only sign that—under all that calm composure—he was seconds from flipping a table.

As Jon came back, you pretended everything was fine and went to put on a movie.

As you settled back down on your couch, both boys met each other’s eyes behind your back and came to a silent agreement: Denial. Denial. Forever.

And you? You were non-the-wiser.

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“Okay,” Dick muttered later that afternoon, spinning slowly in the worn-out computer chair in the Batcave’s dim glow. His eyes flickered between multiple monitors, each streaming fragments of surveillance footage, social media posts, and cryptic messages. He tried to focus on the case open in front of him, but he just couldn't, finally giving up and swiveling in the chair to look at his brothers. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady his racing thoughts. “I don’t wanna be paranoid, but… something about this doesn’t sit right.”

Jason, lounging on the edge of the tech table with a flicker of reckless energy, continuously tossed a Batarang between his fingers. The metal gleamed cold under the cavern’s lights as he caught it again and again with a sharp grin. “No, Dick. Be paranoid. I support this paranoia,” he said, voice amused but certain. 

Tim, perched at the second chair next to dick, fingers flying across the keyboard of his personal computer with practiced ease, pulled up file after file regarding an unsolved murder case, but he, too, was tuned in on their conversation. “Let’s review the data,” he said, eyes narrowing as he sifted through the growing pile of information. “Every little detail, every anomaly. We’re missing something. Where are they now?” "No idea." Dick sighed.

With a determined frown, Tim tuned to the batcomputer, starting his stalking spree and hacking into cameras and enabling his facial recognition feature to try and locate the two liars teens. "Okay, they're not at the public library.." more clicking noises filled the cave "..and they're not at the Gotham Academy library."

Jason chuckled. "Well duh, thought that was obvious."

"Haha, so funny." Tim deadpanned as his clicking got faster "The last working street cams show them heading toward.. 17th St NW"

"Ooh," said Dick "rich neighbourhood~"

"Not too far from here actually," Jason added.

"What are they hiding?" wondered Tim, slowly sipping his coffee.

"Whatever it is, our location is compromised; we can't investigate in the Batcave, Damian has access to that, he can sabotage us." At Dick's words, the three men perked up, deciding the safest location would be one of Jason's unused safehouses.

And just like that—the late night, the murmured suspicions, the compulsive gathering of scraps—the three oldest Batboys’ descent into madness officially began.

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They started small.

Little notes. The facts.

3:01 PM – Damian comes back from school. 3:13 PM - Damian is having lunch with fam. says he is going to the GA library to study history with Jon 3:15 PM - Damian is seen leaving the manor in his personal car, not with Alfred. Weird but okay. 3:17 PM – Disappears off grid. Not on tracker. Sus? 3:26 PM - Jon enters Wayne Manor and goes to the living room looking for his charger... Wasn't he supposed to be with Damian? 3:26 PM - Jon acting super weird 8:59 PM - Damian returns. Ruffled hair?? Acts normal?? 

"Now, what happened between the times 3:17 PM and 8:59 PM? We need a location and we need events," said Tim, ever the detective.

Then came the theories.

“Maybe he’s meeting Ra’s and Talia in secret,” Dick said.

“Maybe he’s in a cult,” Jason offered.

“Maybe,” Tim said slowly, “he’s dating Jon.”

Stunned silence.

“…Oh my god,” Dick whispered.

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Somewhere in the safehouse, a dry erase board appeared overnight.

On it: (Note: Blue marker = Dick, Red marker = Jason, Black marker = Tim)

A yellow sticky-note in the center, "WHAT ARE THEY HIDING!?" written in blue ink and it is cicled intensely in red with black arrows pointing to it.

A blurry photo of Damian walking alone out of the Manor (captioned in blue: “Mid-mission or mid-date??”)

A printed screenshot of Jon nervously sweating, taken from the Wayne Manor security cameras (captioned in blue: "lying liar who lies")

A photo of the car Damian used to leave the manor, a black Rolls-Royce, very expensive (captioned in black: "license plate: GC-319DW - expensive sleek car.") (captioned in red: "Damijon date designated car?")

Blueprints of both the GA library and the public library with each of their addresses (captioned in red: "the crime scene") (captioned in black: "fake coordinates")

A printed photo of Titus, mid-jump, with red and pink ribbons tied around his neck (captioned in blue: “DAMIAN WOULD NEVER PUT THIS ON TITUS!”) (captioned in red: “WHY IS THE DOG IN ON IT!!??”) (captioned in black: “seems unrelated but could have hidden clues. Everything is evidence.”)

on the top right corner, Damian's picture with the printed letters: "MAIN SUSPECT: DAMIAN AL-GHUL WAYNE, ALIAS: DEMON SPAWN, DANGER LEVELS: INFINITE, CRIME: UNKOWN" (captioned in red: “DEMON BRAT UP TO SOMETHING”) (captioned in blue - crossed out in black: “He’s our baby brother 🥺”) (captioned in black: “A suspicious baby brother.”)

and on the bottom right corner, a list of theories:

- Secret boyfriend (in black)

- Secret training (in black)

- Secret assassin stuff (in red)

- Secret hobby? (in blue)

- Secret girlfriend??? (in blue and then striked out in red) Nah not possible (in red) 

- Hypnotized by alien seductress (in red)

- Witchery (in black)

- Gotham Academy has a secret society?? (in blue)

- Cult involvement?? (in red)

- The court of owls?? (in blue)

a sticky note stapled on that list labeled "FACTS:" in black

-- Titus knows (in red)

-- Jon knows, Jon =  weak link (in black)

-- Bruce doesn’t know. He never knows. Don't ask or involve him. (in red)

-- We are not overreacting. (in blue)

-- We are doing our duty as brothers. (in red)

-- ...we are totally overreacting. (in black)

-- Yup but it is fun. :) (in blue)

 Dick (and Jason) added glitter glue. “To make it festive.”

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(I used ChatGPT and Canva to kinda show you what the whiteboard looks like)

_____________ next chapter

This needs so much editing... but anyways.

[forsaken-headcanons]

Family tree time(2)

Mafioso,Bluudud,Pr3ttypriincess and C00lkidd are related,but VERY DISTSNCE (which is why their personality is distant)

Chance is previously gust (he unguest'd himself for the luxury)

Guest 666 and Guest 1337 got kidnapped from Chance(they're siblings),which is why they didn't change

Ringmaster is their Cousin,but their family gone separate way long ago and don't contract anymore

1x1x1x1 and 2x2 is siblings

Azure is older cousin of Chance,she left Chance and joined a cult after an argument (which is why Azure have a limited wizard hat,if I remembered correctly)

Chance isn't aware that Two Time is the one killed Azure,cuz Two Time likely never talk about that fact he kill (plus Azure can't talk,so Chance might not realise)

Brighteyes is cousin of 007n7,their family broke up and they got separated and they don't get to see each other (which is why Shedletsky has some empathy for 007n7 other than feeling bad for his past,cuz 007n7 is related to hsi wife)

Clockwork is related to bluudud like (distant)uncle,but not aware of bluudud existence since he has no/lost contract of bluu's parent member

Stickmasterluke is younger siblings of Brighteyes,is not aware of 007n7's existence due to being born after the family broke up

Valkyrie is cousin's of 1x1x1x1(ik this is wild af,but imagine Shedletsky accidentally turned a Valkyrie into a living things and unaware of its existence,so Valkyrie pretty much live on his own)

Doombringer is distant cousin of Shedletsky

Noli and Phosphorus is siblings

Jeff and Jason is siblings

King is lost cousin of Shedletsky

(I hope I didn't accidentally contradict previously existing family tree I put)

-randomized anon

(part of me wanna add-in the c00lkidd + his variants is born from c00lgui HC but that would contradict Mafioso being related HC,I probably might make adjustments next ask so I can include c00lgui into it)

MOD FERLAND THATS YOU!!! RIGHT HERE!!!! GET YO FUCKIN JUICE /silly -mod tt

AUGHHH WHERE WHERE!!!!!

SLUURRPPSSSSSSSSSS THE JUIIICCCCEEEEEEE

Ringmaster and admins mentioned???!!! IM COMBUSTING. WOAH.

its a joke i swear

[dianorayopi]

When Jason confronts Dick about almost being swallowed when he was Robin 🗡️🗡️

[thewritingfairy]

When I think of nobody's child I feel that one of the most depressing and scary things is that the reader can't learn self defense/will have the hardest time learning it because of how their medical condition is, especially how it's got after Jason's beating.

I was thinking of an idea you can make into an UA where the reader's mother was secretly an ex assassin or a spy or something like that who was so good at what she was doing to the point that even Bruce didn't suspect a thing when he met her. He thought that she was a completely Normal person.

Maybe she left the field when she got pregnant, or maybe because of her medical condition.

The mom believes that the best way to protect someone is to teach them how to protect themselves. so she ends up teaching the reader how to fight, how to read people and how to know if someone is a danger.

I remember reading from a book named Spy secrets that can save your life. It's talked about trusting your sense of danger and knowing how to read people and situations.

It said that one of the best ways to not get in danger is to avoid it in a safe way. Know when to be nice and when to show how much you don't trust.

I wonder how much may change with this. Imagine the reader not telling the fam about how strong they are but the one who started to really see that they are strong are Damian and Cassandra.

Damian attacked them with a katana and in the kitchen and they blocked him and fight him of using a pan. (I took this one from Rapunzel 😅) Like imagine Cass walking in on the 'Normal' kid fighting the son of assassins. 🗡️vs🍳

Also imagine when Damian attacked Tim the reader defended him (using the pan again?).

I believe in this UA they will tell the reader about their nightly activities. Maybe the reader didn't want to join because they know their medical condition and how the vigilant life can negatively affect it.

I don't know how Jason attacking them will go. But if they are strong enough to fight off Damian they will be strong enough to fight him off (?).

Anyway, I love how you portraited Jason. Even if he is a bigger asshole in this fic (I love Jason) he's still believable in a way. I can imagine a universe that has a Jason who is like that. I mean there's a universe where Bruce sacrifices Damian to a Demon to protect Gotham.

Love your work. Please take care.

-😶‍🌫️

Story mentioned: Nobody's child

First off, I absolutely understand why you feel that Reader's inability to defend themselves is one of the most scary and depressing thing. But what I believe is the scariest part about this is, they used to be able too. Reader always had moments of great health. Before Jason's attack Reader was already losing strength, but they didn't know why, after Jason's attack their illness just flared up.

They were able to defend Tim because their mom made sure to keep their health up when their first health flare disappeared. Reader's mama was basically obsessed with preventing another flare up, but did that obsessing in a productive and non-toxic way.

But your au idea is a good one, and Jason's attack would still make sense as well as the other details (to an extent). Health can come in waves, some weeks I do have the strength to carry 4 kilos with both arms. Some days I cannot carry 1 kilo with my bad arm. And I used to be able to lift up to 10 and 20 kilos (something I was really proud of and my doctor too, this was with the help of my bad arm/shoulder. I am advised to not pick up more then 2 to 3 kilos alone with my shoulder as it could stress my birth condition severely if I lift the object wrong).

Reader's health also comes in waves, and their waves are more problematic then mine because due to their drive to get out of the Wayne manor they forget to take care of themselves. And they have no one to help them, sometimes a wave is just too harsh and you cannot get out of it yourself, so their health tends to get worse and worse until their friends (and Duke) can help them or motivate them to try and get their health back.

But I like the pan idea, tangled is my favourite practice new languages movie bcs the humour of the pan hitting Flinn or another character translates in every language.

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𝅭⠀piltover's sweetheart⠀.⠀vi⠀૮⠀don't get her wrong, she was incredibly happy that you were successful in your modeling career, that's for sure. but, gosh, couldn't you spend a little more time at home with your girlfriend? or she'll probably be very grumpy, needy and kinda angry.

▸⠀CHALLENGERS⠀*⠀˖⠀🎾

𝅭⠀the god of love⠀.⠀art donaldson⠀૮⠀living among the humans was normal for most gods, even with some limitations. eros, for example, ventured into the skin of a young stanford student and for the first time in his existence, he wanted to change the course of his arrow.

𝅭⠀yellowstone⠀.⠀art donaldson⠀૮⠀save a horse, ride a... oh, your older sister's advice. the new cowboy from ohio could even try to hit on you, but not without losing his eyes the second your father, the infamous john dutton, noticed it.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✶⠀⠀yellowstone!au

▸⠀DC COMICS⠀*⠀˖⠀💥

𝅭⠀renegade⠀.⠀jason todd⠀૮⠀obsessed with getting revenge for her death, jason was blind, living every day with the blinds closed and his thoughts clouded. it really be insensitive if you told him to get his shit together?

𝅭⠀acrobatics ’n ballet⠀.⠀richard grayson⠀૮⠀he didn't hate you, but he didn't know how to like you either. your past was similar, as traumatic as two children deserved, he had become a bitter former acrobat and you still loved being a ballerina, both irritating and fascinating.

▸⠀DUNE⠀*⠀˖⠀⏳

𝅭⠀good for you⠀.⠀paul atreides⠀૮⠀what could you expect from someone who has genuinely never been interested in anyone else before? an arranged marriage wouldn't make him like you, but maybe, it'd make him realize what desire means when you're proud to be his.

▸⠀FNAF⠀*⠀˖⠀🚔

𝅭⠀mrs. wife officer⠀.⠀vanessa shelly⠀૮⠀the days go by and each day, vanessa takes longer to get home. night shifts, traffic, suspicious behavior or, maybe, you just haven't understood yet that she's not the faithful wife she seems, even with her stupid lying words of love.

▸⠀GEN V / THE BOYS⠀*⠀˖⠀✨

𝅭⠀annie’s body⠀.⠀annie january⠀૮⠀when did america's sweetheart become a bloodthirsty monster? your best friend, killing boys... purely for fun and if you questioned her, well, boys are just placeholders, they come and go.

𝅭⠀high school enemies⠀.⠀jordan li⠀૮⠀they made your life hell all through high school, ruined your perfect years and even if you don't want to, you'll have to put up with them for a few more years, welcome to god-u, sweetie.

𝅭⠀overthinking⠀.⠀victoria neuman⠀૮⠀twenty years, the time it took victoria to realize that you were the only person she could trust, the only one who knew her real name and the only one she feared losing forever.

▸⠀GLADIATOR II⠀*⠀˖⠀🗡️

𝅭⠀disease⠀.⠀emperor geta⠀૮⠀how pathetic did an emperor have to be to lie at the feet of someone like you? begging for the relief that only you could give him, the cure for his disease, he needed you more than you needed him and honestly, you didn't need him at all.

𝅭⠀lady of ashes⠀.⠀lucius verus⠀૮⠀vengeful, ruthless, and resentful, there was nothing that could describe lucius—or rather, hanno—better than that. you weren't to blame for anything, but his hatred for you'd still be the same, even if you were as much of a victim as he was.

▸⠀HOUSE OF THE DRAGON⠀*⠀˖⠀🩸

𝅭⠀childhood times⠀.⠀aemond targaryen⠀૮⠀in times of war, there was no safe place aemond trusted, not even his own home. but, there was you, the closest thing to a safe haven he had in his life, and he'd always look for you, sooner or later, the only one who matters to him.

𝅭⠀dragon’s blood⠀.⠀daemon targaryen⠀૮⠀the rumors only grew louder, those whispers noting that your eldest son was more like daemon than he should be, what was the secret you were hiding and why didn't even the king know? silver hair and violet eyes couldn't hide the truth forever.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✶⠀⠀TW: targ!cest

▸⠀ONE TREE HILL⠀*⠀˖⠀🏀

𝅭⠀sports car⠀.⠀nathan scott⠀૮⠀a player, in basketball and in life. he may have had a son and his things to take care of, but that didn't stop him from meeting you. same time, same place, it'd all end up in his sports car anyway.

▸⠀OUTER BANKS⠀*⠀˖⠀🏴‍☠️

𝅭⠀meaningless kisses⠀.⠀jj maybank⠀૮⠀you could've done anything to him, maybe even hit him in the face, but you crossed the line the second you kissed rafe cameron right in front of him. he doesn't need your shitty explanations, he just wants to feel hate in peace.

𝅭⠀guilty mind⠀.⠀rafe cameron⠀૮⠀a young but renowned detective, involved in several successfully solved cases. the question was: in a small town where you were indirectly and directly involved with all the missings and murders, how would you prove your innocence to him?

𝅭⠀twin babies⠀.⠀rafe cameron⠀૮⠀not that rafe ever imagined he'd be a father, but six months ago, he began to understand a little about it. well, he was prepared for just one child, until two babies appear on the ultrasound.

▸⠀SUPERNATURAL⠀*⠀˖⠀🏁

𝅭⠀tapping the bomb⠀.⠀dean winchester⠀૮⠀there was no competition he couldn't win, even if he had to pass over every other driver, he would. so, don't try to calm him down after a dnf, he's a two-time world champion, he doesn't need your pity now.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✶⠀⠀formula1!au

▸⠀WIZARDING WORLD⠀*⠀˖⠀🪄

𝅭⠀losing his glasses⠀.⠀james potter⠀૮⠀first class of the day, what a beautiful sight. james crawling on the floor of the transfiguration classroom as if this were normal. oh, right, his glasses, where are his glasses?

𝅭⠀beauty and the beast⠀.⠀remus lupin⠀૮⠀knowing he was a werewolf was one thing, clearly caring about his well-being the next day was another, and for the first time, you were there for him—even though he was shit.

▸⠀X-MEN⠀*⠀˖⠀🧬

𝅭⠀too sweet⠀.⠀erik lehnsherr⠀૮⠀condemned to live with his own mind, erik didn't trust himself and thought it was a joke that people trusted him now. but, you did and that was the problem, you became way too sweet for him.

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[ghost-bxrd]

Finished Series for the acrylic charms 💚

Tim Drake - Encryptor 💻

Jason Todd - Lazarus Revenant 🧪

Damian al Ghul Wayne - League Prince 🗡️

Dick Grayson - Boy Wonder 🦋

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[jazzadraws]

🗡️🏛️-RED HOOD AND THE ARGONAUTS- 🏛️🗡️

okay so someone on twitter (Miel, my fave red hood fan account 🥰) said that if jason had a team they should’ve been called “the argonauts” (after Jason and the Argonauts from greek mythology) instead of “the outlaws” and as someone who adores greek mythology i agree 100%.

which brings me to THIS piece!! inspired by the scene in the 1963 movie “Jason and the Argonauts” where jason and his crew fight warrior skeletons. it really got me thinking about jason going on silly quests and using the all-blades to fight supernatural (or mythological 👀) forces.

i really enjoyed drawing this so hope you guys like it too!! :)

[kindlingkeen]

It kills me that rhato has Jason having spent all this time in the mountains with the all caste meditating and working through his inner conflicts and he winds up able to manifest his soul into swords that kill true evil and then he hardly uses them. Also what is true evil? Since it is his soul is it based on his understanding of evil? If so then DC let my boy kill the joker with his soul swords! You owe him one after like 40 years of classism and victim blaming and disrespect!

Friend, I’m afraid you and I are going to be waiting a looooong time for dc to do right by Jason. Pretty sure the world economy will be collapsing in the face of a second viral apocalypse, and dc will still be happily publishing bullshit dragging Jay through the mud.

I totally agree, the all blades are such a missed opportunity. I love the idea of Jason ‘Robin gives me magic’ Todd as Red ‘I’m actually fucking magic’ Hood. And they would totally shish kabob the joker. He’s true evil by anyone’s definition.

In fact, given the joker’s cockroach like tendency to come back from just about anything, seems like magic soul swords are just the thing to kill him dead for good. And is it really murder if it’s done with magic soul swords? Sounds like divine intervention to me. Batman can’t throw you in Arkham for carrying out spiritual destiny, right? Hmm … this is sounding more and more like a good fic prompt 👀

Thanks for the ask, anon!! 💙

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[forsaken-headcanons]

hope u guys r okay considering there is 315 asks as of writing this 😓🙏 erm take ur time with getting to this one I don't want you guys to overwhelm yourselves <3

but um I'm making a silly little au where I'm practically torturing Elliot as he's one of my favourites .. I really like torturing my favs ermm...

but basically the au is that the Spectre decides to make Elliots life even worse and makes every 100 times meaner and worse - they basically get more aggressive especially towards Elliot

I'm already writing a fic for it and it includes Jason .. oh my gosh 🔪🥩 anon writing about Jason!! fork found in kitchen type shit. The thing is that Jason in the fic isn't actually there and it's just Elliots guilt creating him (macbeth ahh Elliot..) idk if I can promote my ao3 here so uhhh I'm just gonna wait till I get permission by yiu guys !!

I do have this (the plan for both the au and fic) written down but id have to get off anon to show soo uhh... I don't have the confidence to do that yet but maybe soon... also my handwriting sucks SHIT 😭🙏

-🔪🥩 anon

Always have to torture your favorites! It's half the fun of liking a character for me - breaking them (more) just to put them back together again~ But I do love this idea- Macbeth aah Elliot real...

As for if you're able to promote your ao3, I'm not quite sure. I've been gone on account of snork mimimi but I'll check back later when mod Leet's awake. Or, if I don't, please presume it's My fault because I forget easily. Yaay!