#(but it’s mostly because i want this fandom to die and tim and ****** to be unemployed :))

[seddair]

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[haleswallows]

coming at you live, with a news series.... Promises, Promises

Part 1: Cross My Heart (Hope to Die) Fandom: DC x DP Crossover Pairing: Dead Tired (Danny Fenton/Tim Drake) Rating: Teen

Teaser:

"Are you really doing the 'FBI, this is our case now' shtick? What are you, a cop?"

Phantom makes a retching sound. "Sorry, reflex. Any sort of implication I'm government adjacent, can't help it."

"You know being Justice League makes you government adjacent," Red Robin helpfully points out. He weighs a net-launcher in his hand. "If not affiliated with the UN, the League works with the organization often to be called an ally."

"Not me," Phantom says with cheer, pushing a narrow cylinder towards him. "That's essentially a light saber, by the way. Nah, they keep me pretty far from the UN shit. I'm not built for it. I'm there to hit things real hard and share tech."

A light saber? Hell yeah. Tim grabs it and wonders if he can keep it.

"Can I keep it?" he blurts out, because why not?

Shrugging, Phantom says, "Sure, I have like five more. This one is green, but I think I can change the color. Red would match your like —," he waves expansively at Red Robin, "Vibes and aesthetic. Very cool branding, by the way. The cape is dope."

Huh. Tim didn't expect the compliment. He chooses to ignore it, mostly because he just doesn't know what to say in response. 'Thanks, I like your cyber-gothic vibes too'?

"Green's fine, I always wanted to be a Jedi." A red light saber would infinitely more on brand, but Tim would never consider being a Sith. Wait, absolutes. Shit.

It fits perfectly next to his bo staff on his bandoleer. Which, sick and feels like a divine happenstance, as if Red Robin was meant to have the energy blade. He helps Phantom reload the bag, though the ghost keeps the thermos out before pushing the entire duffle back inside his chest.

God, that's even weirder up close. Tim examines Phantom's torso, mind spinning through possibilities on how it works.

"Alright," Phantom's voice breaks his concentration, Red Robin snapping to attention. A truly feral grin spreads across Phantom's face as he lifts into the air, hair swirling and catching the last dredges of sunlight. "Let's go ghost hunting."

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They're wrapping up in one of Tim's more 'civilian' passing safe-houses. Mostly because it was the closest, and Phantom said something about 'ley lines' and 'easier to open a portal'. Cool, whatever. Tim wanted to burn this safe-house soon anyway.

Tim, as always, gets himself into trouble. Chronic Thinking Too Much Disease, they really ought to make a cure for it. He reflects, paused in the middle of writing the report and watching Phantom eat Cheerios right out of the box. Phantom perches on the counter, looking like he belongs there, shoveling cereal into his mouth with the relic sitting innocently at his hip.

When the fuck did Tim get Cheerios?

There's no denying it. Tim likes working with Phantom. The guy is good in a fight, doesn't rely on his powers too much, and kept up with Tim. Not just physically, but intellectually. And he's shockingly earnest when he isn't being a trash-talking little shit.

So. Tim gets an idea.

"Hey," he says before he's even thoroughly thought it out, "we should date."

Phantom pauses, gloved hand suspended in the middle of shoving another handful of cereal into his mouth, wide eyed and gaping. Attractive.

"Huh?" he says eloquently.

"Not for real," Tim scrambles to explain. "I mean fake dating. Just hang around some, be a bit performative, nothing out of masks. We can say we're taking things slow and break up amicably. Nightwing keeps trying to set me up with a date. This will get him off my case."

"Oooooh." Phantom resumes inhaling cereal. Why a ghost needs to eat, Tim would like to know, but it's probably rude to ask. Slowly chewing, Phantom seriously thinks it over. "You know, the council has been bugging me, too. About dating. This could work out for both of us."

Council? Tim would like to know why a council is interested in Phantom dating. So he asks.

Phantom sighs explosively. Finally, he sets the Cheerios down. "OK, so like, this is need to know basis only. I haven't even disclosed it to the League. And like, Nightwing only knows because he's my friend and the Observants crashed one of our missions and outed me. Hard to lie about why a floating eyeball showed up to demand I actually show up to the next council meeting, instead of blowing them all off again to play heroes with my living friend."

Pulling a face, Phantom waves an arm in an arc over his head. A crown appears, spinning and shooting off beams of light like an Aurora Borealis.

Tim doesn't gape, because Red Robin doesn't gape. But, you know, that's unexpected.

"I'm the Ghost King. It's a whole thing, no I am not taking questions on it at this time. Well, technically, I'm the Prince of the Infinite Realms because I'm too young to take the throne. So, there's a council and a regent. Whatever, not important!"

Phantom claps, getting himself back on track. "What that means is there's a council and Observants that are really interested in my personal shit. Including who I date. But like, I'm enjoying my brat girl summer and being single right now, not that they care."

Tim blinks. Then blinks again, slotting the new information in place alongside everything he knows about Phantom. That's... something.

"That sounds annoying," Tim says, instead of one of the approximately 23 questions in his head that are quickly spawning more by the second. "Fake dating would solve both of our problems."

Because Tim is a professional, they make a contract.

Phantom watches with great interest as Tim bustles around the apartment, setting up shop at the kitchen table. He doesn't think he's ever actually sat at this table. Mostly, he's used this apartment to sleep, a crash-out spot that has a nicer bed and isn't as sparse as the other Bat-affiliated safe houses.

As soon as Tim sits, stretching out his wrists, Phantom kicks off from the counter to hover around Tim's shoulders. The box of Cheerios balances precariously on the ghost's stomach. Tim eyes it briefly. Then sets to it.

"So, uh," Phantom starts, arms folded behind his head. "How casual is 'casual'?" Under the weight of Tim's judging eyebrows, Phantom defends himself. "I'm just asking! Like, how far are we both willing to go to sell it? Are we exclusive? Facebook official?"

"Facebook official," Tim echoes, typing. "Christ, is anyone Facebook official? Do ghosts have Facebook?"

"I don't know, I could get one. If, like, you think it'd help." Absurd, this entire thing is absurd. But they're here and committed to the bit. Or committing to the bit. There's 'selling it', and then there's…. whatever Phantom is saying. Facebook, what year is it?

"Red Robin doesn't have a Facebook, and I refuse to make one." Tim barely manages to keep from sounding snide.

"I won't mog on you referring to yourself in the person, even though I'm really tempted." How gracious. "Alright, so just. Seeing each other, feeling it out, not seeing other people."

[lemotmo]

You've all earned a break 💚

Okay, so I posted yesterday that I was going to turn anon off because I am not spending this hiatus like I have spent the last two. I'm so glad I did because yeah I'm not going to play this game with people. As soon as I saw Kristen was a co-writer my expectations plummeted. This is not an anti post, but I will die on the hill that Kristen should not have any part in writing big episodes. She's not shown she's capable of doing that in any way that is worthy of the episode for years now. Stop giving them to her. It was a fine episode. It was a GREAT Chimney episode. But it felt like a mid-season finale, not a season finale. Her pacing is terrible. You can see what they're trying to set up, so I give them that. But the reality is the last minute addition of the Bobby storyline killed the season. It entirely halted all other story threads that they had actually been building for the season. It was a really good season, right up until episode 15. Once again Tim decided to rewrite the entire back half of a season, just like he did last season, and by his own admission he did it on a whim. And it killed the season for a second season in a row. It was shaping up to be an amazing season. And he took a buzzsaw to it for reasons no one seems to know. They officially have a Tim problem and it needs addressing. I do think they will ship him off to the spinoff though. A brand new show requires consistency in storylines because you have to establish the characters and the story threads, which he needs to be forced and reminded of how to do. So let him go.

My colleague not so patiently reminded me today that the entire point of Upfronts is to sell the next season of television, not the current season. He is correct, and I'm annoyed at myself for not keeping that in mind this past week, but I, like everyone else, got swept up in the Ryliver tour. That being said, they are clearly going there with Buddie. And I don't want any of it skipped or rushed through, that was my one complaint about Bathena, they spoke in one episode and bam they were dating the next. I don't want that with Buddie. I want all the buildup. But they have to stop kicking the storyline into the next season. They've officially started the actual storyline so I'm assuming we will see that play out next season.

The Bobby stuff is dumbfounding. It was so terribly done that I mostly still don't buy it. So we shall see. Anyway we're all free for the next 2 months so please log off and go outside and touch grass. Take a break. We've all earned it. 🩷

Thank you Nonny. ❤️❤️❤️

I already laid it all bare in my episode review post. You can find my thoughts there. Most of them are similar to Ali's.

Have a nice hiatus break fandom. We've earned this one. We went through some highs and lows and came out okay on the other end of it. Keep in mind that this is a TV-show and you can absolutely step away for a while if you feel the need to do so.

Heads up! For anyone who is giving me the shifty eyes for reposting Ali's updates instead of reblogging. Read this.

Remember, no hate in comments, reblogs or inboxes. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[magnoliamica]

Recommendation: DNI if you’re very upset/in emotional turmoil over Bobby’s death and recent episodes of 911. You’re welcome to but I’m genuinely not trying to upset anyone. I’m trying to see if anyone else in the 911 fandom is having the same experience as me.

Something that has really been bothering me with fandom discourse the past several weeks is:

There’s a difference between bad writing and writing you don’t like

And there’s a difference between TV and a book/fanfic.

I’ve seen so so so so many posts trashing Bobby’s death as bad writing, and composing huge long posts explaining why they think that and…it’s mostly just reasons why folks don’t like it. I don’t like it, either! On top of all the found family of it all and Bobby’s role as everyone’s dad, and his own personal growth arc across the series, I’m Catholic and I fucking LOVED getting to see someone as a practicing Catholic that avoided a lot of the classic Catholic tropes but actually tapped into a lot of real Catholic things, especially around using Catholic guilt and confession as a tool of self-punishment, which soooooo many people do—but not saying, as a show, that this meant that Bobby shouldn’t be Catholic or bashing on Catholicism. Anyway. Side rant. But point being, I loved Bobby for a LOT of reasons. That does NOT mean I think his death is bad writing. In fact, I think it’s kind of great writing.

And regardless of my opinion of it, factually, it fits into centuries of writing tradition and tropes. I’ve especially been annoyed by posts saying “having the formerly suicidal character who wanted to die by sacrifice grow past that and want to desperately live, and have to die by sacrifice is bad writing” when, actually, that’s like…a classic literature trope. It’s a form of irony that many, many great authors have used. It literally has a page on TV Tropes.

I’ve also seen people saying Ravi should have died since that was the original plan—and I’m going to put aside the casual racism embedded in many of those critiques and the film industry as a whole, that people of color are more likely to be side characters instead of main, and so more likely to be killed off, so we have to witness people of color die on screen over and over and over again while white people get off scott free over and over and over again—but that would not have been as /interesting/ writing. I will abstain from good/bad, but Bobby’s death impacts EVERYONE on the show. It opens the opportunity for showcasing a WIDE variety of different types of grief. If Ravi or some other non-core cast member was killed, like when Shannon died, it would affect one pocket of the show, but not everyone. This opens up new avenues for the show in terms of characterization and decision making that would not be shown with a minor character death. I’m not saying that’s good or bad but as a writer, and a franchise that needs to keep going and making money, that is the more /interesting/ path.

Finally, 911 is not, despite some other season 8 plot lines, fanfiction. It’s a show that needs to be renewed and keep up viewership. It’s also a SHOW, meaning that actors have lives outside of the show, as do writers, and there are lots of complicated metrics to filming and location etc. I’ve seen a lot of people pissed about Eddie’s lack of screentime, as though 911 is a book where the author has total control, instead of a show, which has filming limitations and real world conflicts to navigate. I haven’t seen anyone float the possibility that Ryan Guzman might have scheduling conflicts, or any real world possibility, just that 911 as a show and Tim Minear suck now. Also, Tim was NOT wrong when he responded to that interview question that was like “why kill Bobby when so many people have survived so much worse?” and he was like “well, you’ve answered your own question. Because it’s what everyone expects by this point.” I know this is an unpopular opinion in the fandom, but I’m getting a little worn out from the ridiculousness of the NDEs in the series. There is no actual tension, and frankly not much more interesting to explore with the characters when nearly everyone has had at least one, if not multiple, NDEs and everyone is fine. 911 is not fanfic. It does not OWE us happy endings and fuzzy plot lines or hurt-comfort endings. Genuinely, if the show’s canon is deeply impacting your mental health because of the ways it differs from fanfic, there is so much wonderful content that is safe to engage with on AO3, and maybe it’s time to sever your relationship with canon. No shame in that. But I am getting so so tired of reading critiques that are using a fanfic lens to critique a primetime television show.

I know this post will offend a number of folks, so I’m genuinely sorry if this causes distress to anyone, but I just needed to see if there are pockets of the fandom left where I can find slightly more like-minded viewers, or if this just may not be the fandom space for me anymore.

[sunflowerrosewood]

Ill with Your Love ~ Jethro Gibbs

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: sick reader (almost dies), PTSD from Paraguay, but mostly fluff. Soulmate AU where the longer one is away from soulmate, the sicker they get

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Since Jethro and Tim have been in Paraguay and captured, you and Delilah have been incredibly ill. Delilah of course from not being around her soulmate but you did not want to admit your boss Gibbs was your soulmate. So you tried to push it. You went to work. Headaches, stomach pain, vomiting, bloody coughs, and more occurred the longer they were gone. 

Ellie knew what was going on. You have never been this sick since working but whenever Gibbs went on missions, you strangely got sick. Nick didn't really know till Ellie explained and when he saw you getting sick after Paraguay. 

It got bad enough that you were hospitalized for your sickness. It was eating you from the inside out. Delilah was getting thinner but was able to stay at her apartment to wait for McGee. 

Probably the torture at Paraguay made it seem like the two of them were not getting sick. McGee especially because he always thought of Delilah and it made him better. Gibbs was going through his own torment with his mind and body. The only thing strangely enough is that the thought of you made him feel somewhat better. 

Now Gibbs was no idiot. He noticed since you joined the team and when you took days off, he would get sick. Oddly enough Ducky was the one who explained the phenomenon of soulmates. Specifically by not being around them causes the two of them to be sick. Especially during long periods of time, the soulmate's body would turn inside out because of it. 

But when Gibbs and McGee were rescued from Paraguay, the first thought Gibbs had was you. Were you okay? Were you sick since he's been gone? Are you still living? Ducky mentioned that some soulmates could die after periods of alone time. 

When Jethro got back and was checked over at the hospital, Ellie was there. She wanted to check on them and tell Gibbs you were in the same hospital but he beat her to the punch. 

"Where is Y/n?" Gibbs demanded.

"Gibbs, she's down the hall." Ellie said softly. 

"What do you mean?" Gibbs snapped. 

"Since you had been gone, Y/n has gotten extremely ill and near dying multiple times. She needs you." Ellie said as she ushered him down the hall.

It did not take Gibbs long to get down the hall to your room. His heart felt like it stopped seeing your pale, thin body. Your eyes were shut and hollow. Your heart rate was faint. The only thing that made him happy is that seeing gift baskets from Nick, Ducky, Leon, Ellie, Delilah, and Abby. He moved to the side of your bed to get close. 

Your hand was outstretched and Gibbs reached for it. Your hand was still soft like he remembered and slightly warm. He did not notice your eyes were slowly adjusting to the light or that your heart rate began to become normal. 

"Y/n I have been away too long. The only reason that got me through was you. I think you're my soulmate. I hope that you are." Gibbs sighed. 

Your hand twitched slightly causing Gibbs to immediately look up. He sees your e/c eyes barely open but looking at him. Your face showed a soft smile. 

"Hey G-Gibbs." You croaked. 

"Hey Y/n, how are you feeling?" He asked. 

"Like I've been hit by a truck." You sighed.

"Let me get the nurse and then we can talk." Gibbs said as he squeezed your hand. 

The nurse called the doctor in to look you over and check vitals. The doctor said you did need water and food but your vitals were turning normal. Gibbs was patiently waiting for the doctor to finish and watching you. He had to admit but seeing you awake and alive made him feel tons better. 

As the doctor left and the nurse brought in some food, Gibbs sat beside your bed to help you eat. The nurse left with a smile on her face and did not say a word. 

"Can I ask you something?" Gibbs asked as he handed you some crackers to munch on. 

"You just did." You said as Gibbs rolled his eyes. 

"Do you think we're soulmates?"

Gibbs noticed your shocked expression on your face and you knew your face was hot to touch. You really did not want Gibbs to figure it out like this. 

"I d-do." You stuttered out before Gibbs handed you a spoon of soup. 

"That's good. I would have thought I was going crazy from Paraguay if not. I was being serious that the thought of you helped me through it." Gibbs said softly. "But apparently me being gone so long made you so sick you could have died."

"But we found you. Or at least the team did. You're safe and I'm feeling better. I'm not coughing up blood or vomiting." You explained. "I'm just glad we finally admitted it."

"So am I. Do you mind if I give you a kiss? I've been wanting to for the past few months." Gibbs asked as you immediately nodded your head. 

Even though you were still recovering, the kiss was sweet and calm. Sure you kissing back was rather weak but Gibbs guided the kiss. After you two broke for air, you didnt notice the nurse peak in just to check your heart rate but she did tell the others what happened. 

Your stay in the hospital lasted for a week but Gibbs stayed by your side unless he had to meet a psychiatrist or go back to the office. Even when you returned from the hospital, you two decided to move into Gibbs's place so you two could stay by each other's side. 

[i-yap]

Hello, good evening, how is everything there?

I was wondering if you could write something about Dick taking his cute girlfriend [Us] shopping (clothes, shoes, jewelry) and also what it would be like to do grocery shopping with him. I love going to the supermarket, it is one of my favorite activities.

By the way, you are like an angel fallen from heaven, there are so few writing about Dick and the Bat-family in general, I feel like writers who are fans of them are becoming extinct.

I just hope they continue making content with these characters, maybe the fandom will resurface once again.

praying for DC and Warner.

Bro same, Idk why but it feels like the fandom is dying but also batfam content is dying? Like I don't remember the last good batfam show was out ..fingers crossed ig.

Dick grayson x reader- Shopping headcanons

Best batboy to go clothes/fashion shopping . He has great style, can pull off anything, very supportive and all the store ladies are really jealous. He gives genuinely good advice and honestly he is like your personal styler and this point.

i dont think you even need to go shopping cuz he gifts you so many dresses and for home wear- his tshits exist?? why would be need sleepwear? why??

but its fun and I get it , sometimes even the perfect man forgets to buy something for his gf. He does keep track of whatever is about to finish, so idk honestly.

Maybe he drags you to go shopping, let him "spoil you" as if he doesn't do that enough already. Or if there's a gala and the 100 dresses in your closet arent enough?

um dressing room sex? yes sorry but yes. Honestly you probably will get jealous of hot seeing dick but dw if you don't initiate, dick totally will.

Mostly fancy ish stores, but unlike bruce he does shop as excitedly at smaller shows( you can find great deals there and really good fits)

Grocery shopping is so cute, he holds the cart and gets all the important stuff while you run around putting sweets and chocolates and while he might say "20 bags of chocolates may be a bit much sweetie, they'll go bad" he doesn't mean it. He is just teasing, and you know that so you play along with a pretty please and big pleading eyes. Thats all he wanted tbh, that and to pull your cheeks.

On the other hand if you look at a snack but don't buy it because you don't want to be excessive , he puts 5 of each in the basket without you noticing. you just notice when they show up in your cabinets .

Will need you next to him or in his eyeview, don't you dare run too far otherwise he will joke about tying you to him( actually considers it)

Will hold all bags and when you offer, he just gives you his hand and tells you that you have the responsibility to make sure not to drop his hand.

All smiles and excitement. Will want coffee afterward or during and will happily try out now boba places or anything cute you wanna have.

Will die if you guys share a piece of cake in a cute cafe..like that is so fricking cute, sharing a drink and a cake and omg he lives for it.

He genuinely enjoyed shopping with you and out of all batboys he is probably the only one that would enjoy it (maybe tim in certain cases) In the end, he got to spend time, compliment and dote on the love of his life..what more can he ask for?

lowkey wanna do all batboys now..maybe if I get time after the requests..i love grocery shopping too. the big American stores- literally dreamed of them growing up. the first time I went to America I just ran around the grocery shop( thebig ones) with my brother and it was so much fun.

[whoevenheckinknows]

Black Nights (JayTimWeek 2025 Day 4)

AO3

Fandom: Batman All Media Types

Rating: E

Warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationship: Tim Drake/Jason Todd

Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd

Tags: JayTimweek2025, jaytim week day 4, confessions, getting together, plot what plot/porn without plot, size kink, size difference, roof sex, wall sex, semi-public sex, anal sex, dirty talk, sex pollen, however the arousal is all Tim being horny for Jason, no pollen necessary for Tim to want to climb that man like a tree, explicit consent, Jason goes a little yandere but its more for the kink than any actual intent, ages not specified, but Tim is probably over 18, although you can see him as 17 if you want, top Jason Todd, bottom Tim drake, a little bit of violence, human trafficking, non-consensual drug use, those last three are for the case in the very beginning, and have nothing to do with our boys, no beta we die like Jason Todd, like i finished this just now and immediately posted it kind of no beta, Do not post to other sites, Cross-Posted on tumblr, POV Third Person

Summary:

After finding Red Robin in his territory, Red Hood decides to help him find the fuckers who plan to traffic people out of the alley using sex pollen. But when Tim gets a tiny bit of pollen on him, it leads to some confessions and realizations that Jason didn't expect.

Literally my only idea going into this was size kink and Jason not thinking he'll fit. That's it. Everything else was a result of that.

A/N:

Fun fact, this was not originally going to be for jaytim week, it was just me practicing writing a ship other than jaydick/dickjay, specifically smut of another ship. Then, as I was planning out jaytim week i was like: I wonder if i can shove this fic into one of the color themes? …wait a minute there's a free day I'm an idiot. And thus here we are.

This fic is brought to you by: Bun helping me remember the word dwarfing. Because of you, this size kink fic now exists.

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The night had been going well up until now. A few attempted rapists with a few more broken bones than before, a few guys trying to sell to teens, a few muggings. Nothing out of the ordinary. So when Hood spotted Red Robin making his way towards him on the rooftops, he knew his night was about to take a turn for the worse.

Jason is half tempted to chase the bat out of his territory. They all know his rules. No bats unless he specifically approves of it. But Jason knows that Tim isn't the type to break his rules without reason. The two have an uneasy alliance with each other built on respect for the other's work, after all. Jason knows they're nowhere near being best friends, but honestly? Jason prefers the teen over most of the other bats, now that he doesn't hold the rage of being replaced that he did before.

So for Tim to go against his wishes like this, it must be something important.

"Hood." Red Robin acknowledges, finally making his way onto the same roof as him. He sounds breathless, which is unusual for the younger.

"Red." Hood nods. "What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"We've traced a shipment of sex pollen coming into the Alley. Our information suggests the smugglers plan on releasing it in the alley as a way to easily capture victims for trafficking. Specifically the street kids."

Hood- no Jason sees red. He clenches his fist tightly, and has to hold himself back from punching something. Mostly because the only something within easy reach is Tim. Although, the teen seems to have known he would react like this, if the increasing distance between them is any indication.

"When?" Jason snarls.

"Next couple of days. I was hoping you'd help me find them tonight, so that we're hopefully not too late."

"Tell me what I need to know."

Red Robin does just that, spouting out the information like he has the whole file memorized. Twerp probably does, knowing him. He explains the timeline of what they know, the known prior locations, known and suspected players, and most probable current locations. Once Hood's brought up to speed, they get to work.

It takes longer than Hood would have liked to find the base of operation. The first two likely locations are a bust, and the third seems like it was used at one point before the operation was moved. The fourth location is the most promising. Its a warehouse, because of fucking course it is, right on the edge of Crime Alley. It's busier than usual for this time of night, the usual being completely fucking deserted, and that's the first clue that something is amiss. The second is the two guards blocking the entrance, rebreather on both their faces and skin fully covered despite the warm weather.

"This has to be it." Red Robin says over coms. He pulls his own rebreather over his face before looking over at Hood. "You ready?"

"I've been fucking ready." The growl in his voice is still there, his anger not having faded at all despite their hours of searching. If anything, it only grew, as each moment spent searching was another moment closer to being too late. And Hood doesn't know what he'd do if he's too late. If these fuckers inflict sex pollen on fucking children.

The two are methodical in their take-down. They don't go through the front door, because why would they? Instead, they sneak to the roof of the building and look in.

Jason is appalled by just how many people are in the building. How many people are okay with such a disgusting plan. His fists clench again, and an unconscious growl leaves him once more.

Suddenly, there is a hand on his. Hood snaps his head to look at Red Robin.

"I know how bad you want to kill them all, Hood. But you don't know how many of them actually know what the higher ups are planning."

"Anyone who messes with sex pollen deserves a bullet straight through the fucking head."

"I know, Ja-Hood. But, just…please? Keep it to a minimum?"

Hood doesn't respond to his request, simply mutters out a hasty "let's get moving" before searching around for a good entrance point.

He finds one quickly, and the two immediately get to work. It doesn't take long for them to take down most of the men, despite the large number, and soon they're down to a handful. That's when things start going to shit.

"Red, look out!" Hood yells over to Red Robin, just as a man manages to get close in his blind-spot. Red tries to turn around but he's too slow, and instead of stopping the man he ends up with a face full of what Hood would bet is sex pollen. That close, there's no way none made it through the gaps between his rebreather and his uniform. Even if it's just trace amounts. "Fuck."

Hood rushes over to Red and punches the man who dosed him in the nose. The man goes down, and Jason can't help but kick him a few times in the stomach.

"You're lucky I'm not killing you, you fucking bastard." Jason spits, the modulator in his helmet making the threat seem even more menacing.

Hood turns to Red, and only through experience can he tell that the teen's eyes are wide behind the domino. Shit.

"You good to finish up, Red, or do you need evac?"

"I'm good." His voice is strained, but he doesn't seem to be lying too badly if he's able to speak at all. Must not have gotten too big of a dose, then. "Shit's not even that strong."

Hood nods before turning back towards the last couple of men. He doesn't hold back in taking them down, brutally efficient in a way he wasn't before. Red Robin isn't much help, but at least he's not completely out for the count. As the last man goes down, Jason looks back over to see the other vigilante simply staring at him.

"Enjoying the show?" Jason teases with a smirk. He can't see Tim's full reaction under the mask, but the flinch that follows makes Jason think he's not too far off the mark.

Hood doesn't waste any more time with teasing, working his way around the warehouse tying men up. (And if he takes a moment to kick the man who dosed Tim once more in the stomach, well it's not like there are any witnesses.) After they're all restricted, he goes around inspecting the containers of pollen scattered around.

"They've got a lot here." Hood doesn't jump at the sound of Red's strained voice. He's too trained for that. But he will admit he's a little startled at the other vigilante's sudden appearance beside him. "Makes me wonder just how long they've been planning this, and how big they were planning on making it."

"Glad we don't have to find out. Now come on. Let's get you out of here while the GCPD cleans up." The two grapple out the way they came in, returning to the rooftops. They move to a nearby building, one where they can keep an eye on the warehouse but remain out of sight. Jason leans against the door to the roof-top entrance, Red makes a call to Oracle, who contacts GCPD, and then it's just them once more.

"Red, report. How badly were you dosed?"

"Not too bad, promise." Jason takes the other in, trying to deduce if he's lying or not. His cheeks are flushed red and his breathing is slightly heavier than normal. He's also shifting his legs in a way Jason knows from experience means he's hard in his cup and trying to relieve the discomfort. And Jason's sure that if he were to remove the mask, Tim's pupils would be dilated to all hell.

That's if the mask were even facing his direction, he realizes with a start. Since making their way to the roof, Tim has not looked in Jason's direction once. Well that just won't do.

Jason takes a step away from the wall and closer to Tim, watching him flinch minutely at the movement. He reaches down to grab his chin, turning his head to actually face Jason. Although, Jason's certain that beneath the mask, Tim is still avoiding his eyes.

"If that were the case, you'd be able to look me in the eyes without a raging boner, Baby Bird." Jason's voice is low, and he can feel the shiver run through Tim as he speaks. Once again proving that he's nowhere near unaffected. "You can't, can you? Come on! Look me in the eyes and tell me you're not affected."

Tim whines, and something in Jason's stomach heats at the sound. "That's not fair, Jay!"

"No names in the field, Birdie." Jason's voice is still low and Tim swallows at the words. "And what's not fair? The fact that you know I'm right? The fact that the pollen is affecting you despite how little actually touched you? The fact that-"

"The fact that its you!" Tim cuts him off. Jason has to take a step back at the outburst. Tim barely seems to notice as he continues on. "The fact that you're asking me to not be turned on at the sight of you, despite the face that I can't do that on a regular day, let alone one I've been hit with a bit of pollen. The fact that after I got hit, you beat the guy who did it to a pulp, and fuck was it hot when you did that. And don't think I didn't notice you go back and kick him again later. Or notice how you were more brutal in your take-down after I was hit. Fuck, J-Hood. I'm not lying when I say the pollen's barely affected me. If anything it's just enhancing the arousal I already feel because of you."

Jason stares at Tim, watching as the younger stands there panting heavily after his little rant. Tim seems to realize this, and somehow blushes even more than he already was.

"Shit." Tim says, backing up slightly. Jason remains frozen, still staring at the boy. Tim continues speaking as he backs up more. "Shit. Can we pretend I didn't say any of that? Let's just do that. OK? I'm going to leave now, and we'll forget this ever happened. Good? Good."

Tim goes to move away, to make good on his word of pretending this never happened, but Jason's body is moving before he can even think. Suddenly, he has the shorter boy bracketed against the wall behind them, Tim letting out a yelp as his body hits it harder than Jason intended. Then, the two are staring at each other, mask to helmet, and that just won't do.

Jason reaches up and unlatches his helmet, pulling it off and tossing it onto the ground beside them.

"Jason?" Tim whispers, shock and nerves filling his voice.

"Take off your mask." Jason commands quietly, doing the same with his own domino that was under his helmet. When he looks back at the teen, he hasn't moved. He's still just looking at Jason. "Please?"

That spurs the Tim into action. Soon, the mask is off, and Jason can finally see the teen's icy blue eyes. His pupils are dilated, just as he had suspected, but there's something else hidden in them that Jason can't quite describe. But fuck does it flip Jason's stomach.

"Did you mean it?" He can't help but ask. Tim swallows, and Jason's eyes flicker to the movement briefly.

"L-like I said, we can just pretend this didn't happen. I'm sure it's just the pollen talking. You know, lowering my filters and whatnot-"

Tim cuts off as Jason moves even closer. Now, he's no longer just bracketing the teen, but completely pinning him against the wall with his own larger body. And fuck is he larger. Jason can't help but take in how much his body absolutely engulfs Tim's against the wall.

"That doesn't answer my question, Baby Bird." Jason whispers, leaning his head down to look Tim straight in the eyes. "Did. You. Mean. It."

Tim eyes are staring into his now, searching for something, although Jason's not sure what. Is he seeing if Jason is making fun of him? Angry at him? Honestly, Jason himself is a little unsure of how he's feeling. Just like he's unsure what he wants Tim's answer to be. Or what he plans to do if the answer is yes.

Tim must find whatever he's looking for in Jason's eyes, because he gives a small nod of his head. And just like that, Jason's body is moving before he can process it once more.

Tim's lips are chapped, not that Jason's are much better. Even still, they are warm, and wet, and feel fucking amazing as they move against his own. Jason doesn't hesitate to lick at Tim's lips, diving in as soon as Tim opens them in invitation. He devours the teen's mouth, licking and sucking and biting as much as he can. They're both panting hard by the time Tim pulls back for air.

"If I didn't know for certain, I'd say you were the one hit with the pollen." Tim remarks breathlessly. Jason pauses at that. Considering Tim hasn't gone through any decontamination measures, it's more than likely Jason's touched some residual pollen on Tim's suit. But, Jason knows what it's like to be on pollen. This burning heat inside of him begging him to go back to kissing the shorter vigilante in front of him is all him.

Jason listens to the heat and returns his lips to Tim's. The younger boy gasps as Jason sets about once more devouring every inch of his mouth. Jason's knee makes its way between Tim's thighs, and he feels as much as he hears the boy whine beneath him. His hands start wandering, starting at Tim's shoulders and trailing down his arms.

When Jason reaches his hips, he slides them up his torso and up to his nipples. Jason can feel the hard buds poking through Tim's uniform, and he can't help but tease them lightly. Tim jerks at the touch, rubbing his cupped crotch against Jason's thigh. A moan escapes the teen, and he grinds down again to chase the feeling.

Jason releases Tim's mouth and starts trailing kisses down his neck. He nips and licks his way down until he meets the edge of Tim's uniform. Then, he skips over to where he can see the little peaks where the nipples he was teasing are peaking through. He presses an open mouth kiss to one over the fabric, teasing the other at the same time. Tim keens at the feeling. Fuck, he's so sensitive. Jason idly wonders if Tim could come undone from his tits alone. Considering he's this sensitive when there's still layers between his lips and the nipples, it's very likely.

Jason pulls away and looks up at Tim. The other is staring down at him with wide eyes, his face even redder than it was before. Jason can't stop himself from leaning back up to kiss him once more.

When he pulls away this time, Tim grabs his shoulder before he can move back down. "Wait."

Jason freezes. He looks back into Tim's eyes, searching for any signs of discomfort or unease. He finds none, but that doesn't mean much if there's pollen running through his system. So he asks, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Tim moves his hand from Jason's shoulder to cup his cheek instead. "Better than fine, really. But. I need to know. Why are you doing this?"

Jason quirks an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"You've never shown interest in me before. But now, after a bit of pollen and a stupid confession, you're all over me. I want to make sure you're doing this because you want to, not because of the pollen, or some misplaced sense of pity. And…" Tim averts his eyes as he finishes his thought. "…I really don't want to be tossed away right after. So if you're not doing this because you want to, or if you're just doing it to get your rocks off? I'd rather you didn't do it at all."

Now it's Jason's turn to cup Tim's cheeks. "Tim? Can you look at me?" Tim brings his gaze back to meet Jason's once more. "There you go, Pretty Bird. Now. I'll be honest. Before tonight, I would have never imagined having you like this-" Tim's gaze closes off, as if mentally preparing himself for Jason to finish with a rejection. Jason kisses his forehead gently in reassurance. "Hey, none of that now. Let me finish, alright?"

Tim's eyes clear just slightly, and he nods his head before Jason continues.

"Thank you. So, yeah, I didn't think of you this way before tonight. But, Tim? I'm not at all shocked that I am now." Tim makes a noise of confusion. Jason brushes some hair out of Tim's face as he goes on.

"Out of all the bats, you're the only one I let into my territory without shooting on sight. I respect you, as a person and a fellow vigilante. And I know you respect me too. When you had a case come into my neck of the woods, especially one that you knew I would be personally invested in, you brought it to me instead of trying to sneak in to handle it on your own. And I know you could have. Handled it on your own, I mean. Tim, you're smart, and reliable, and kind, and loyal, and honestly if we didn't have as much history as we do I would have jumped you a long time ago." The noise Tim makes at that is closer to a whimper.

"And that's not even mentioning how hot you are. Fuck, Tim, anyone with eyes can see how good looking you are. You've got a pretty boy face, but anyone who's seen you without a shirt knows you're all muscle under there." The hand that's not cupping Tim's face is resting on Tim's hips, and he starts rubbing his thumb up and down soothingly over the fabric. Although, whether he's trying to soothe himself or Tim is up for debate. "Really, I want to hit myself over the head for not noticing it all sooner."

The more Jason talks, the wider it seems Tim's eyes become. Jason's honestly unsure they can get any wider at this point. He takes a moment for Tim to take it all in, to process Jason's words, before he overwhelms him completely. Then, he hits him with his trump card.

"And when I beat someone up for you, you didn't chastise me or lecture me about it. No, you found it hot. It makes me wonder." Here, Jason leans in closer, his lips grazing the lobe of Tim's ear. "Would you have been just as turned on if I killed him for you?"

Tim breath hitches at Jason's words, and he knows he's right on the money.

"What would you have done, I wonder? If I pulled out my gun and shot a man point blank for daring to touch you? I'd do it, you know. For you. I wanted to back there. I wanted to kill every one of those fuckers not just for what they planned to do, but because they even thought about hurting you." Tim's hips are starting to grind down onto Jason's thighs at his words. Jason presses a chaste kiss onto Tim's lips, pulling back before the other could deepen it. "So no, I have no plans on throwing you away after this. You, Timothy Jackson Drake, are mine now. I have no intentions of letting you go now that I've had a taste."

This time when Jason kisses Tim, it's not with the intention of devouring the other whole. No, instead he pours all of his emotions into the kiss, all of the words he just spoke into actions, because sometimes it's easier for bats to understand that than words. The kiss is deep and slow, hard but not heated like before, and both of them seem content with that, even as Tim continues to grind down onto Jason's thigh. Jason chuckles at that, separating their lips to look down at their connected lower halves.

"I suppose I should help you with that, huh. Poor Baby Bird, you've been aching in your cup for so long now haven't you? I bet it hurts so bad, doesn't it. And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't help you with that." Tim's motions stutter at that, before halting completely. Jason looks up, concerned, to see Tim's shocked eyes. He goes over his own words in his head, trying to figure out what he said. He freezes in realization. "I mean… if that's what you want to be anyway. We didn't actually put a label on it, and I guess I shouldn't have assumed, but-"

Tim cuts Jason off with kiss, the first one he's initiated since this started. Pulling away, he smiles softly. "It's fine. Now, I believe my boyfriend was telling me how he's going to help my aching cock?"

Jason groans low. "Fuck, Baby Bird. You're gonna kill me over here." Jason shrugs off his jacket and takes a few steps back to get to work stripping out of the rest of his uniform, not caring if they're currently outside on a roof. Bats should know better to come into his territory and no one else is crazy enough to be out here this late at night. Besides, with the sky as black as it is, the city is engulfed in darkness. No one will see a thing. He motions towards Tim. "Get out of that uniform, and maybe I'll show you rather than tell you."

Tim might just be a speedster with how quick he disarms the traps on his uniform and pulls it off. The teen is completely naked by the time Jason works his own pants down his legs. He doesn't bother taking his boots off to get the pants completely off.

Without all the extra accessories, Tim is even tinnier next to him. Jason almost can't believe how much smaller the other vigilante compared to him. In both height and width, Jason absolutely dwarfs him. The sight of it sends arousal straight to Jason's dick, which he realizes with a start is almost completely erect at this point. It stands proudly against his stomach, and Jason watches Tim's eyes become entranced with it. Just like every other part of their bodies, Jason's cock is massive compared to him.

"I want that in me yesterday." Tim mutters, and Jason's pretty sure he didn't mean to say that out loud. Jason smirks as he moves close to pin Tim against the wall once more. They both groan as their bare erections rub against each other.

"Well, I can't exactly time travel, so I guess you're stuck with getting it now. Huh, Pretty Bird?" With all of his clothes off now, Jason watches as not only Tim's face lights up at having said that out loud, but his whole neck and chest as well. He smirks, bending down to kiss the reddened chest. He moves down, kissing a trail from his chest to his abs and down to where Tim's dick is bobbing against his own stomach. Jason kisses the tip lightly before pulling back.

Tim groans at the teasing. "Jason, please!"

"Thought you said you wanted me in you, Baby Bird?" Jason snakes his hand behind Tim to rub a finger lightly at his hole. "Which is it? What do you want?"

"Fuck, Jay. In me. Please!"

"That's what I thought. Shit, look at you. Fucking begging me to fuck you out in the open like this." As he talks, Jason continues rubbing and prodding at Tim's hole. He doesn't push in, not without lube, but instead just toys with the entrance. Tim shivers, although Jason can't tell if it's from the words or the teasing fingers. "That it? You want someone to find us up here? Someone to watch as I fuck into you, make you scream?"

Tim's not speaking at this point. Just panting and whining as his hips jerk into Jason's, giving friction to both of their aching cocks. Jason pulls his fingers away, shushing Tim's complaints with a kiss before reaching down into the utility belt around his ankles. He pulls out a packet of lube and continues rummaging through the pouches.

"Shit." He bites out. "I must have given my last condom to one of the working girls."

"I don't care." Tim gets out. Jason looks up at him and he continues. "I know we're both clean and- fuck Jason I need you so bad right now. Just do it!"

Jason doesn't even question how Tim knows he's clean, of course the little stalker does. Instead, he stands up with just the lube packet and opens it.

"If you're sure." He says, squirting some of the contents onto his fingers. He reaches back behind Tim just as he responds with an affirmative.

Without any more delay, Jason slips the tip of a finger inside. Tim's tight, and Jason can't hold back the groan at the feeling. Jason's fingers are huge compared to the younger boy, the hands outside his hole absolutely encompassing his ass cheeks. Jason starts moving the finger, pumping it in and out, going deeper every time. Soon, he's able to get the whole finger in. He does the same with his second finger, poking it beside the first as he slowly works it inside.

Once the second one is fully in, Jason starts thrusting with more vigor. It's so tight, even as he scissors and slides in and out. A third finger is added, and still, Jason knows there's no way his cock will be able to fit comfortable. Tim's moaning the whole time, and Jason has to wonder if he knows just how wide his entrance is right now. Or maybe he doesn't care, Jason cant help but think as Tim's moans turn to wails when Jason finds his prostate.

Jason keeps going, adding a fourth finger in an attempt to prepare the boy enough for him. Even then, Jason isn't sure he'll be able to fit. Tim seems to have other ideas.

"Jason please. I'm ready. If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to cum before you get the chance."

"Are you sure, Tim?" Jason says, even as he removes his fingers from the other's ass and starts stroking the rest of the lube onto his cock. "I don't think I'm going to fit. I'm worried I'll hurt you."

"Make it fit or so help me Jason Peter Todd I will ruin you." The threat shouldn't arouse Jason as much as it does, and yet here they are. Either way, that's a thought for next time. Because despite his hesitation, Jason wants to be inside that tight heat as much as Tim wants him to be inside him.

Jason grabs onto Tim's thighs, hoisting him up to wrap Tim's legs around his waist. Tim's so light, so its easy to hold him up. He could probably do it without leaning his back into the wall if he wanted to. Jason lines himself up with Tim's entrance, looking into the boy's eyes once more to silently ask for permission. Tim's eyes are burning with lust and determination, and Jason knows he's ready even without his little head nod.

With that, Jason starts to push in. Just the tip alone has trouble pushing inside, even with Jason's preparation. But when it does finally pop in, Jason sees stars.

"You're so tight, Baby Bird. So tight and small. I could fucking break you with my dick alone if I wanted to."

"Do it" Tim challenges, his eyes hot and hungry. "Break me apart."

"Fuck." Jason pushes in further, probably too fast and too much to not hurt Tim. But the other merely moans at the sensation. So Jason decides to keep going, pushing further and further into the boy. Sometimes he'll stop and pull out a bit, only to thrust back in further than he was before. It feels like eternity, with him sliding inch by inch into the smaller teen, but eventually, Jason bottoms out.

And fuck what a sight it is. Jason looks down at where they're connected, and can't hold back a growl at the sight. Being held against the wall by Jason alone, Tim is absolutely engulfed by Jason. Jason's whole body curls around Tim, blocking him completely from anyone's eyes but his. And when Jason's eyes land on Tim's stomach, he freezes.

There's a bump protruding out of Tim's stomach. Jason gives an experimental jerk, and the bump moves along with him. Fuck. That's his dick. Jason's cock is so much bigger than Tim, it's poking out of his stomach.

He can't stop himself from reaching out to touch it. He shivers as he feels the touch on the tip of his cock. The movement draws Tim's eyes, and he lets out his own whimper at the sight.

"Holy shit, Jay. I can see your cock."

"I know." Jason starts grinding into Tim as he starts to talk. "You're so small my dick sticks out from inside you."

Jason's grinds turn into thrusts as he starts to properly fuck Tim. "Look how much bigger I am than you. I could eat you up if I wanted. Could break you up, tear you apart on my cock no problem. Can you feel it? Can you feel me fucking into your stomach, because you're too small to keep me out?"

Tim moans loudly, and Jason continues pounding into him. He adjusts his angle slightly until he finds Tim's prostate once more. The boy's moans turns to screams as Jason relentless hits it over and over again.

Jason pulls away from the wall, holding onto Tim tightly as he meets Tim's own attempts at thrusting. Fuck, Jason was right. He can absolutely fuck Tim without the wall. And the thought makes him speed up in his trusts, pounding over and over into Tim's prostate.

"Look at you, so small I can fuck you just like this. You weigh nothing, Baby Bird." That's a bit of a lie. Tim is all muscle, and that muscle definitely weighs more than nothing, and Jason's using more strength than he's making it seem in order to do this but fuck. The thought of fucking into Tim like a rag-doll, him weighing nothing as he just takes Jason so good, makes Jason almost cum then and there. But, Jason is a gentleman. He's going to make Tim cum first.

Jason adjusts his hold on Tim, leaning back against the wall so he can reach between them and grip Tim's cock.

"Come on, Baby. You can do it. Can you cum for me?" It doesn't take more than a few strokes before Tim is screaming Jason's name and cumming between them.

Jason sees white as Tim's hole clenches on his cock, and just like that he's thrown over the edge as well. All the while, he continues fucking into his hole, working them both through their orgasms. Jason can feel himself working his cum deeper and deeper into Tim and his dick lets out another spurt at the feeling. It happens again when cum starts leaking out around his cock, so much being released into the smaller boy that there's not enough room inside for it to stay. Jason moans, and finishes fucking them to completion. It's only when Tim starts to whine, and Jason himself can feel the beginnings of overstimulation, that he slows to a halt.

They stand there, Jason holding Tim against the wall, both panting as they catch their breathes. Jason leans his forehead against Tim's. Their breathes mingle together as they savor the afterglow.

"You okay?" Jason whispers softly, not wanting to break the silence, but wanting to make sure he didn't hurt him.

"Yeah." Tim whispers back just as softly. He leans forward to place a kiss on Jason's lips. "Yeah, I'm great."

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[kitsunesakii]

You have piqued my interest so…

Heh…

If you ever wanna write that rant at some point you have at least one person who is thoroughly interested 😋

(Picture me laying at the edge of your bed twirling my hair and kicking my feet like a teenage girl in a 1980s movie looking for hot gossip)

Ok bet

Firstly I want it noted that this is personal opinion so I don't wanna be killed over this.

✨Character development✨

I'll be honest I was a little surprised at how little we got when it came to our two main peeps for character development- more on the actual relationship wise.

Let me explain- with Sasha we learn that she has a firey spirit and isn't afraid to tiptoe around Jon (something we see in season one, whereas Tim definitely tries to not start fires [again season one and season two Tim]) She isn't afraid to speak her mind and she was the only other one that knew Gertrude, even if just a little. We know she's got computer skills and is pretty brave, (we know this since she had that showdown with the stranger and held her ground) although it's hard to talk about character development over a character that dies season one, so let's look at Tim

We know 'development' wise he goes from docile and eager to avenge his brother to angry and desperate to avenge his bother. He goes into a self destructive route and over all we lose him as an ally to Jon relatively quickly.

Honestly in my opinion I always thought Jon seemed more at ease with Sasha, way more than anyone else. The fact that she challenged him in a way no one else did kinda adds to this but whatever - she ended up as the blonde in every slasher film (Jonny must have known that if she would have lived she would have become too powerful, ahh, I digress)

(Note I'm only gonna analyze the original crew because my main argument is the weak link in the 'love' story)

Now we really don't see a lot of Martin... Ever? We know he's under qualifed (at least in Jon's opinion) we don't get a lot of him until season three and season four... Which is fine, but we don't really ever find out a lot about him besides the fact that he likes Jon (and the fact that we learn that through a conversation between two OTHER characters- like they were worried we wouldn't put it together- is kinda a red flag but again I digress)

Now let's talk about Jon, he definitely goes through character development... We watch him from going from unsociable will say whatever without a filter to absolute mental collapse to realizing without relying on others he's gonna die to finally allowing people to care for him.... Kind of.

In actually we watch him realize that he took for granted the people that -tolerated him at best and ignored him at worse- to -being surrounded by people who hate him (Melony, Bassira, Daisy, Tim, need I go on?) And having to journey mostly alone.

I was always a bit confused on why it seemed like fan art and fanfiction depicted Martin and Jon's relationship more "loving" than the actual story

In my eyes it always seemed like Jon clung to Martin in a toxic way since Martin was the only one who gave him positive attention. And character wise it makes sense, into season four Jon is completely alone and missing the one person that ever seemed to like him. In his eyes he's killed everyone that seemed to give a damn and now Martin is all that's left. This is ok character wise! This makes sense! But here's where the plot lost me

Into season 5 I was so genuinely confused because I couldn't understand how we went from "ah the one person that cared doesn't care any more and I miss them dearly" straight into "I love him with my whole heart."

Now if this had been the whole point- like a toxic yaoi - "they only cling to each other because they are emotionally damaged and somehow make each other better kinda but can't love each other in a real way" - but it wasn't- at least I never got that idea from the fandom

Instead it went into full love story which just... Didn't do it for me

Let me try and break it down

Season one and two Jon barely notices Martin, hating him at worse and irritated by him at best

Season three every one is too busy with the murder mystery to even think about those two relationship wise. And while Martin helps Jon every way he can it still seems like Jon just takes him for granted, now into season four Jon is alone and desperate for human connection and misses Martin -(FOR THAT REASON)- it makes sense that when he finally gets him out of the lonely that he'd cling to the other (again back with that toxic emotional co dependency) but relationship development wise it just seemed too fast

We get into season 5 and Jon's saying things like "I love you" and "yes Martin, you're my reason" and I just don't think he'd be at that point yet. I'm not saying they can't get to that point, I'm not saying that they couldn't work because of personality reasons.

I'm saying that the pacing of the story's narrative goes against the immediate switch from season 4 to season 5

In my opinion it would have been way more satisfying of an ending if during season 5 we got a more gradual relationship building that crescendos at the final episode. I think it would have fit character wise- Jon would have had to explore his more vulnerable emotions whilst trecking through the horrors he basically created (it's not his fault but we all know he blames himself) and Martin would get to shine as a character who pushes emotional vulnerability while finally sticking up for himself and pushing against Jon's stubbornness. By the end of season 5 Jon would come to grips with the fact that he actually does love Martin and the final sacrifice + kiss would end up being so much more emotionally satisfying. I think it would also do the characters justice more since it seemed like by the end it really was "the Antichrist and the Antichrist's plus one"

But who am I to talk? I am a mere moral with human opinions that don't have to dictate how you feel about the characters! I still absolutely loved the podcast and would recommend it to anyone!

BUT THANKS FOR LISTENING TO MY TEDTALK

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the Eddie Buck "epic friendship" or "brotherhood" in my view is some mythical phantom creature that gets talked about constantly by cast, journalists, writers and in fandom but you never actually get to see it. We see Buck being a friend but not Eddie and I don´t even remember it ever being different in previous seasons either.

I start to see the same problem with Eddie being a "good father". It gets talked about but when was the last time we got to actually see it? And I think it all comes down to Tim not being able to write Eddie. He just wants to see Ryan Guzman on screen, that is where his ambitions for Eddie as a character start and end and why he puts Eddie in tighty whiteys, has him dance in his living room and calls it a day. The actual storytelling and character development gets outsourced to post episode interviews. No wonder we get flooded with those after every single episode

You know what Nonny, I think you’re pretty much dead-on. And I love to know that you felt welcome and save enough to share this with me in my inbox❤️

I honestly had to put my phone away, take a walk and remind myself that I’m an adult and this just a fictional show, because my blood was boiling. Seeing all the BoBs scream and shout how this was the perfect buddie episode and “this definitely means bddie canon 2025 omg”. How?! Genuine question. how?! This seems more and more like a toxic platonic friendship, let alone a romantic one.

I don’t know why this depiction of their so-called “friendship” makes me so angry and sad at the same time. Maybe it hits a little too close to home because I’ve been hurt by an - in hindsight - very much one-sided friendship? Could be. I think everyone has this experience at least once in their life. Maybe it’s because once upon a time I did enjoy Buck and Eddie [and in a real dark past bddie too, but shht] and I too thought they had the perfect ride or die co-parent friendship. Maybe it makes me sad that, without those rose-coloured glasses on, I know start to notice how toxic it actually is and has been in the past seasons as well.

I don’t know. I do know that it makes me want to continue watching this show even less.

I do want to emphasise two things. One, I don’t think Buck is a perfect little uwu angle who does nothing wrong. He is an adult man with some serious flaws he should work on and he really can act out like we saw this episode.

However

What makes me sad is that the overarching theme seems to be that Buck always needs to stuff down his own feelings in favour of everyone else (*cough* especially and very often in favour of Eddie *cough*). And if he tries to communicate how he feels he gets hit with the good old “stop making this about you Buck”.

Two, in my heart, I do think Eddie is a good father. Or at least he tries to be. We have seen him go above and beyond for Chris, but I also must admit this was mostly in the earlier seasons. And something I also said when the whole Shannon/Kim debacle happened: there is no doubt that Eddie loves Chris more than anything in the world. But he has some serious issues he refuses to work on as well and it came to the point where this was seriously affecting his son. And speaking from experience, no amount of love from your parent can save you from the damage their emotional or mental instability can cause.

With regard to Tim not being able to write Eddie. Well… I currently feel like Tim doesn’t know how to write any of his characters. Because this season it’s not just Buck that’s stuck on the hamster wheel. It’s like everyone is allergic to character development. Which - again - makes me want to watch the show even less.

Anyway, sorry for this rant and know that my inbox is always open and a safe space to share you’re takes with me (with the exception of hate-spreading trolls from a certain fandom which shall not be named)

[jonsimstwitchyeyeballs]

The Magnus Archives Cast Designs - Season 1 Part 1

Hello Magnus Archives crowd, I've decided to share my designs for the characters in multiple parts (if I manage to draw them all lol) so of course I'm starting off with Season 1! I will also add some commentary on why I made certain design choices.

That being said, let's start of with:

I've posted this guy many times before and I feel S1 Jon is incredibly straightforward in terms of design. He's very serious and has this sort of dark academia vibe (I think?). Also I know he doesn't smoke often but come on.

Next up:

Martin! I definitely think he's a sweater person! And a fan of lighter colors! Also I feel like the fandom has already decided how him and Jon physically look like so I'm just kind of following that idea, but with my own style I guess?

And now:

Unpopular opinion: I don't think Tim is a Hawaiian shirt guy, BUT I do think he's a 90s retro shirt guy and I live and die by this idea. Other than that, I tried to make him hot but I can't draw hot people.

Who could forget the unforgettable:

I wanted to go for that librarian/academia look. Like Jon, she's a sweater vest and shirt person, every serious skeptic with glasses has to have this combo!

Bonus because I said so:

Gertrude has been described as an old woman with gray hair and a bun so there's not that much one can do, but I wanted to draw her very austere and with dark, oily colors. Every Archivist comes with a chain on the glasses.

Left this for the end:

I want him to look as bastard-y as possible. I've noticed a lot of people draw him with a green color scheme, but I kind of think green is Jon's color so for Elias I chose gold (and blue). Evil monocle is a must.

That's all for now! Part 2 will have some other characters from S1 but mostly statement givers that are more important than most...

[jackabbot]

there is evil on both sides of the fandom and while it's mostly on twitter and tiktok, they do seem to be making accounts here too. it's so important to call them out/block and report, so this behavior doesn't seem acceptable to anyone else. it's not the majority of people and I pray the creators/actors know that!

not to be that person but while I have a lot of people blocked and muted on both sides... I have to say the bt fans a mostly just being childish, throwing around stupid nicknames (like, seriously guys, stop calling people bobs, it's pathetic and very kindergarten) and adding their unsolicited opinions as if they are facts onto posts about how Eddie will never be queer (cuz they live in the writers room, apparently) and wanting Eddie to die so bt can take Chris (suuuper weird and has rather racist connotations if you ask me)

but the buddie side is sending death threats to LI actors and has been for years, constantly posting about how Tommy needs to die and be stoned and shot and tagging Lou in those posts, sending anon hate and death threats to bt fans here and on twitter, sending yet again death threats to Tim over a deleted scene and stalking Lou's social media obsessively, calling bt fans names that are less than pc, dogpiling poc for liking the character because that's somehow morally acceptable and also breaking into discord servers and now possibly hacking an actual actor's twitter account?

I feel like both sides have issues, but the severity and real life impacts of those issues are vastly different...

and my main heartbreak comes from the fact that while I can block and mute all these people and stay in my bubble... that won't make them disappear and though I hope people on the show only see love and praise for their hard work, there is always a chance for them to see the most vile things and nothing is stopping that.

I mean, just imagine being a barrista and getting death threats by moccha lovers for serving black coffee for someone else?? because at the end of the day, this is how stupid this whole thing is.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

When Our Shadows Disappeared

by HoneyDewed_LemonDrops “Robin, report,” Batman, not Bruce, chimes, and Tim internally breathes out in relief. At least they’d gotten into the normal system, which meant they were free for the most part. The person doesn’t fight him as he stares down at them. “I lost them,” He lies. It doesn’t matter. He tugs the device out of his ear and drops it. He hears it buzz and die when he steps on it. It doesn’t matter, the trackers are still live. If both Batman and Nightwing are free, he gives it about three minutes before one of them shows up. He freezes when he meets their eyes, because they’re the same ones that look back at him in the mirror. No. — Or: I wanted to write a Cass and Tim twin au because there’s tumblr posts of them but no fics and they’re so sosjsbrownanebrbr Words: 8163, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Mostly Unconnected Batfam One-Shots Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Jack Drake, Janet Drake, Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Relationships: Janet Drake & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Good Parent Janet Drake, like I made myself like her when writing this, BAMF Tim Drake, Jack Drake is Not Tim Drake's Biological Parent, Tim Drake-centric, Janet Drake is Not Tim Drake’s Biological Parent, Cassandra Cain and Tim Drake are Siblings, Assassin Tim Drake, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, BAMF Cassandra Cain, Protective Cassandra Cain, Assassin Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Whump, Tim Drake is Not Red Robin, Cassandra Cain is Not Black Bat, Cassandra Cain is a Wayne, Hurt Tim Drake, Hurt Cassandra Cain, Cassandra Cain and Tim Drake Are Twins, Aged-Down Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake is a Menace, Dead Jack Drake and Janet Drake, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Functional Wayne Family, as in their relationships are fine and dandy and nothing is bad, protective batsiblings, that should be a tag fuck off, Yes beta we come back like all the robins, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Cassandra Cain Joins the Batfamily Early, French Tim Drake, Tim Drake Speaks French, Asian-American Tim Drake, hes technically Japanese but was raised in France, Jason is in this once, there is a planned sequel but idk if I’ll be able to do it, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, No beta we die like janet, for now via https://ift.tt/nZL7fpi

[kindlingkeen]

(i'm sorry if this doesn't make sense, it's late, but i just realized a lot of this recently and i needed to put it into words so i hope you don't mind)

i've been thinking recently and while i don't mind fics with lazarus pit madness (or lazarus pit side-effects that basically amount to uncontrollable rage or violent blackouts, etc) if they are written well and the madness is handled in an interesting way, i've recently taken to mostly avoiding them because — well first of all so many of them are about tim, which. sometimes i want to read a jason fic that's actually about jason. anyway,, — i've realized that a lot of the time the "lazarus pit madness" is used to excuse everything jason has done since he was dunked. it's the reason he kills now, it's the reason he cut off those heads, it's the reason he beat tim bloody in titan's tower, etc.

instead of letting jason be a character who has his own morals, different and not what is usually considered "acceptable" as they may be, instead of exploring how they influence how he does things as the red hood, or how his own morals, his unique code affects his relationships with the batfam, he's just sort of… flat? he's made into basically nothing but a walking wall of seething green that's easily triggered and makes his black out with rage and is to blame for every violent thing he does — he is given no responsibility for his actions. and i've found that a lot of these fics end with the pit madness either somehow being done away with or at least being dealt with and then jason is back with his family happily ever after completely exonerated because it's not his fault, he didn't make those decisions, the pit did

i just,,, what about a jason who is aware of his actions? what about a jason who has thought things through and decided what kind of person he was going to make himself into? what about a jason who looked his trainers in the eye and knew he was going to kill them, who makes a plan and follows through, who didn't have to cut off those heads but he had a statement to make and maybe cutting them off was awful and horrible no matter that he decided they deserved to die but he did it because it needed done? and he's fully aware of what he's doing, he is responsible for his actions and any consequences. and he's going to do whatever he's going to do anyway. i think he's a much more interesting character that way

You 🤝 Me. Let’s be best friends. We can start a fan club, the let-Jason-have-his-autonomy club. I’ll be treasurer (fair warning, I plan to blow our budget on Red Hood stickers).

In all seriousness, yes, this, exactly this. I read a ton of these fics when I first got into the fandom, and I still enjoy a good pit madness fic from time to time, but nowadays I tend to want so much more for Jason.

For whatever reason, I think there’s a lot of “fast” fanfiction (as in the idea of “fast fashion”) written about Jason. It leans hard into a popular trope, hits those hurt/comfort vibes with a wrecking ball, and usually ends up absolutely nerfing Jason.

Writing a Jason who’s resolute in his mission and his methods, a Jason who is balanced and believable, is hard. Writing that kind of Jason and getting him to authentically reconcile with the Bats without sacrificing his autonomy is miles past hard. Reading that kind of Jason, staring uncomfortable truths in the face, that can also be hard. It’s not for everyone, and that’s okay (*grumbles unhappily*).

Thanks so much for the ask, anon, and for sharing your thoughts with me. 💙💙💙

[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 15

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Jason and Bruce finally talk and YN and Jason finally take another step

Jason stayed two days at Wayne manor before finally leaving his old room. He knew he needed to talk to Bruce, but he hated the idea. He didn’t want a lecture from his ‘dad’ but he kept repeating the part of his poison induced dream in his head. The video Bruce was watching. He remembered being 12, just starting his tenure as Robin, that was even before Dick had shown back up to work things out with Bruce. Jason had wanted to be normal, play sports at school, but he never knew how so Bruce took him out to the basketball court on the grounds to show him.

Jason had been nervous; Bruce was a pretty demanding taskmaster in training so he thought he would have to suffer the same learning basketball. He was surprised when instead of having to run a mile or do dozens of pushups before starting Bruce just showed him how to dribble correctly. For the next two hours they played and for the first time since Bruce took him in, he felt like a kid, not a vigilante. He had no worries that day, it was the best day of his life. That was the video in his dream that Bruce watched, the video where he really felt like he was Bruce Wayne’s son and not just his ward or his charity project. He hoped that Bruce remembered that day, that he really thought Jason was his son still.

“Jason, are you feeling better?” Bruce asked as Jason entered his office. He motioned for Jason to sit, and he did, stretching out, trying to seem casual. He saw the trace of a smile on Bruce’s face and frowned. Bruce knew, he always knew. Jason was putting on a show, pretending this whole thing didn’t terrify him but it did. The guy could face down Poison Ivy, Two-Face, Penguin, any of them without an ounce of concern but in his dad’s office about to have a heart to heart and he was ready to hide in a closet. He shifted in his seat, trying to think of a good answer. “Be honest.”

“I feel physically better, but mentally, I’m fucked,” he said. Bruce looked like he wanted to comment on his language but thought better of it. Jason appreciated that.

“What’s on your mind?”

“I had a dream while I was under and I killed you,” he said honestly. Bruce’s eyebrows went up, but he nodded.

“Common theme in dreams is killing of those around you. I understand your inner self wanting truly wanting to get rid of the Batman legacy…”

“I didn’t kill Batman. I killed Bruce Wayne,” Jason said. This surprised Bruce. “And I think its because I didn’t want held down by the memory of you being a shitty father.” This struck Bruce. He knew he hadn’t been a great father to his sons. He tried his best, he was too strict with Dick, too loose with Jason, yet unable to separate Jason from Dick in his mind, and he hoped with Tim he was doing better. He tried to let Tim be his own person while guiding him, not forcing him into a box like he did with Dick or Jason. “Do you remember when you taught me how to play basketball?” Jason felt his heart warm as Bruce’s eyes lit up with remembrance.

“Yes, you were good after you stopped trying to throw the ball as hard you could at the hoop,” Bruce said. “I don’t think I saw you smile so much after that.”

“I…I want to rejoin the family,” Jason said, almost whispering as the words hurt to say out loud. “But I have conditions.” Bruce sat back. “You can’t tell me not to kill.”

“Jason…that is fundamental to how the Bats operate. You cannot go killing anyone you get mad at…” Bruce began but stopped himself when he saw Jason gripping the arms of the chair, ready to bolt. He took a breath.

“I didn’t say I was going to kill anyone and everyone. I don’t even do that now. I shoot to injure mostly. But if I ever see Joker and have a shot, I’m taking it. I’m doing what your cowardly ass couldn’t. And if someone threatens YN they are dead, I don’t care if its someone like Ivy or you even. Someone hurts her they die. You have to live with that if you want me around,” Jason said. He was sitting up straighter, ready to flee if Bruce didn’t agree. Bruce stared at him long and hard, trying to reconcile who this Jason was with who Bruce wanted him to be. The thought of losing Jason again, especially when he could actually save him this time was too much.

“Fine,” he said. “But I have conditions also.” Jason sat back a little again, listening. “You need to see someone, talk to someone. I have a doctor that we all speak to when in Gotham, Dr. Thompkins, she is great. Or, if you’d rather I can find someone else that doesn’t know our history.”

“Ya, YN told me I should get therapy and she’s probably right. Don’t know who is really qualified to treat a zombie’s mental illness but sure I can talk to this Dr Thompkins,” he said. He looked down. “I’m not giving up my territory, I won’t try to take more, that’ll cause some problems, but I’m not letting crime get how it was in North Gotham.” Bruce had to take a moment again to think. Being a crime lord wasn’t what he hoped for any of his boys, but he had to admit Jason was doing a good job there and maybe he could eventually convince him to relinquish power and instead of being a crime lord he could be a protector again. What Bruce didn’t understand was Jason already was the protector, just not in a way that Bruce could understand.

“Fine, but maybe someday we can revisit that conversation?” Bruce said. Jason nodded. “And I would like to offer you to live here again. And, if she would agree YN is of course welcomed to live here also. I have a room for her any time, and you can have your room if you want it.”

“I don’t know if she would want to move in, but I’m willing, would be nice to have a proper bed again,” he said. He couldn’t wait to find Pride and Prejudice and read it in the tub. The silence that fell between the two was awkward, and Jason wanted to bolt.

“I’m sorry Jason,” Bruce said softly. He looked to his father surprised. “I failed you, more than once.” Jason sighed.

“I failed you too,” he said. Bruce shook his head.

“No, you were the child, you are supposed to fail and I, as the parent am supposed to support you after that, but many times I didn’t. I let my anger and my judgements dictate how I treated you. I failed you long before Joker got to you,” he said. Jason sniffed, feeling some tears coming to his eyes. Maybe it wasn’t him, maybe he wasn’t always the failure.

“Um, ya, no worries. I forgive you,” Jason said. Bruce nodded. “I’m going to go get some things from around town. I’ll be back.”

“You can put your gear in the cave when you get back, we will get a stand for you,” Bruce said. Jason nodded and headed out the door. He needed to get his gear, collect from his guys, and then he was going to see YN.

You had left Wayne manor that morning, needing to get some work done. You had spent the day catching up on contacts, reporting to Jim, and just trying to keep your mind off Jason. You didn’t want to bother him too much with all the shit he was going through at the moment. He needed space, not you. At least, you told yourself that. He was a hard read even for you sometimes and the last two days that he spent at Wayne manot he had been keeping his thoughts to himself. When you were there, he was quiet, sometimes you guys watched TV, or read together, but there wasn’t a lot of talking. You wanted to know what was going through his head, was he going to stay with Bruce? Would he disappear again? Did he want you to even be in his life anymore? Something had happened while he had been sleeping and you weren’t sure what, but you worried he looked at you differently now and you weren’t sure you liked that. Now that you were home, in your room, you weren’t sure how to distract yourself until you heard a knock at your window. Red Hood stood there, geared up like he was on patrol.

“What are you doing?” you asked, opening the window and letting him in. He looked at your door, so you went and locked it before he took off his helmet. You stared at him again, enjoying the color in his cheeks, the almost red tint to his lips, the brown of his eyes. They could be green in a moment, or maybe even blue, depending on the mood he was in.

“I wanted to tell you that I talked to Bruce, we um, I think we worked some things out,” he said. You smiled wide and sat on your bed, patting for him to sit. He sat next to you, and you saw him look at The Outsiders gathering dust on your nightstand, his post it still attached. “Thanks, I want to finish it this time.”

“So what did Bruce say?” you asked. He took a breath, seeming to be gearing up to something.

“He offered me a doctor, to talk to. I said yes. He offered to let me move back in, I said yes. He offered for you to move in…” Jason trailed off and you looked at him, wondering what he thought about that. “I told him I wasn’t sure; I don’t want to force you to deal with all my shit all the time.”

“I’d have to let my roommates know and probably help them pay for this place until someone else can move in,” you said. You didn’t tell Jason that Bruce had offered again for you to move in and you had agreed this time. It would be a good move not only to make sure that Jason didn’t vanish, but also in terms of your job. That Batcomputer had so much information on it you could use and there was built in protection there. Plus, you could go to fancy parties and listen in on the goings-on of the rich and morally corrupt of Gotham. It was a win-win.

“Are you sure you want to get that involved?” Jason asked. He looked worried and it warmed your heart to think about him being concerned for you, caring about you so much.

“Jason, I already told you I am in this, I am your soulmate, and I don’t want that to change. I’m not going to run from you, I’m not going to leave you,” you said, and you felt him sag in relief, moving to hug you close. You held him to you, fingers tangling into his hair.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your neck, and you shivered a little at his breath on you. He pulled back and looked at you and you saw his eyes flick to your lips. You took the chance, leaning in and catching his lips with yours. You felt an explosion in your mind, fireworks going off in every shade as he kissed you back, gripping your back and pulling you closer to him. You wanted the kiss to keep going, to see where it would stop, or if it would stop, but an alarm went off in his helmet. He looked towards it and then back at you. “Duty calls.” He smiled at you, pressed another quick kiss to your lips and put on the helmet, waving as he darted out the window and grappled into the night.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn't die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 10/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Ten: Snow Day

I made dinner for Tim and me at the beginning of March. It was snowing out, so we skipped school that day, and Tim’s nanny bought groceries. Real food. Celery, carrots, lamb cutlets, potatoes. All the fixings for Irish stew. Tim sat in the kitchen with his laptop, offering me the occasional glance of gratitude. Tim didn’t say much that afternoon. “This isn’t a pity meal… I’m making this because it’s freezing out, and I’m going to commit fratricide if I have to eat another greasy pizza,” I half-joked. Tim grinned.

“Jason, you’ve been here for a few weeks-.” We heard the front door open.

“Tim! Tim?” Janet shouted. She sounded excited, but Tim and I were petrified. We didn’t know how his parents would react to me living in their house. Tim shut his laptop and stared at me.

I nodded. “In the kitchen, Mom!” Tim called.

“Hey, something smells good-.” Mr. Drake looked at me and then Tim.

“Jason’s making dinner, Dad,” Tim explained. Janet rushed into the room and embraced Tim. It was a while before she noticed I was there. “Mom… Hi… Jason made dinner. He’s living with us now.”

His mom’s smile faded, and she ran a hand through her hair. “Jason, is something going on at home?” Janet asked.

“My-. Bruce and I had a falling out,” I answered.

“How long have you been-? Sorry, I don’t mean to interrogate you,” Janet whispered.

“Does he know you’re here?” Mr. Drake questioned. I nodded.

“I’ve been here for a little over a month-.”

“Jason’s a great influence,” Tim commended, “He helped me raise my grades and made dinner.” Tim’s parents seemed concerned with my presence and that Bruce hadn’t asked me to come home.

They didn’t say anything else about it, though. I made everyone a bowl of stew, and Tim poured drinks. His parents had wine, and we had sparkling grape juice. We quietly ate before Janet leaned over, kissed Tim's head, and whispered something. Tim smiled. "Okay," Tim replied.

"Bruce Wayne?" Mr. Drake questioned.

"Jack-."

I nodded. "Hey Tim, how's your part of the group project going?" Jason questioned.

"Almost done," Tim replied, "Stew's good…"

"Thanks,” I smiled.

Dinner was mostly quiet. Janet sent us upstairs afterward so she could talk to Mr. Drake. Tim could hear them arguing. “Tim, I’m sorry-.”

“It’s okay. Mom and Dad always fight like this. You just happen to be the subject of tonight’s civilized disagreement,” Tim replied.

“What are they saying?” I asked.

“It’s not like he brought home a stray puppy or kitten from the snow,” Tim mimicked his father.

“He’s having problems at home… And he’s a good influence on Tim. It’s not normal for a boy Tim’s age to spend so much time alone,” Tim replied in Janet’s voice.

“Your dad doesn’t want me here,” I mumbled.

“It doesn’t matter what Dad wants. Mom told me during dinner that you can stay as long as you want,” Tim replied, “Dad’s more worried about the legal stuff… He thinks Bruce might sue him or something for harboring a runaway.” He rolled over and bumped into me.

I playfully pushed him over, and we lay on his bedroom floor, hoping things would work out. “Come with me when I get my cast off tomorrow?” I asked. Tim nodded.

He patted me on the chest. “Hey, it’s coming around… My dad told my mom that whatever happens is on her from here on out. He’s upset, but he’ll get over it. Mom’s gonna make him come up here… Let you know you can stay here,” Tim explained, “Five… Four… Three… Two-.” Janet knocked on the door.

Tim jumped up and answered. “Mom-.”

“Your room is spotless,” Janet whispered. “Look… That’s not why I’m in here. Jason, does Mr. Wayne know you’re here?”

I nodded. “I told my-. I told Bruce I didn’t want to come home and that I was safe here with Tim,” I whispered, “He doesn’t like it, but he won’t fight you on it. As long as I’m safe and in school, he won’t bother you or Mr. Drake.” Janet pulled up a chair, sitting in front of us.

“How old are you, Jason?” Janet questioned.

“Sixteen… I’ll be seventeen in the summertime,” I answered.

“You’re sixteen… My son is fourteen… And I see how your influence on him has been nothing but positive. We’re so happy to have you here, but I still think my husband is right about one thing. We need to talk to Mr. Wayne about this,” Janet suggested, “Can you call him for me?”

“Right now?” I asked.

Janet nodded, and I pulled out my phone and reluctantly dialed his number. He answered before the first ring finished. “Jason, what’s wrong? Do you need me to come-?”

“No, I don’t need anything… I’m fine. My friend’s mother would like to speak to you about my staying here,” I explained, “You might have to speak to both his mother and father-.”

“Why can’t you come home so we can talk-?”

“Please be an adult about this, Bruce. I don’t think I should come home right now,” I replied.

“You want me to be an adult about this, but you won’t listen to anything I say. I’m the parent, Jason-.”

“And I’m tired of listening to you telling me how you’re the parent when I’m shouldering all this by myself,” I interrupted, “Now, do me a favor and talk to Janet Drake, please.”

“Fine… I’m sorry… You can hand the phone over to Mrs. Drake now,” Bruce replied.

I wanted to be kind… But I couldn’t force myself to forget. I handed the phone over to Janet. “Hello, Mr. Wayne. Can I call you Bruce?” Janet asked. “Cool… Hi, I’m Janet… The resident mom. Jason’s a wonderful kid, and it’s not a problem keeping him here. I wanna know if he can stay here until he’s ready to go home… Uh-huh… Yeah… No, I get that. I understand… No, Jason’s a sweetheart. That’s no problem.”

Tim threw a footbag at my head, and I caught it without looking. “Sick,” Tim whispered.

“You’ve gotta be a lot faster than that,” I grinned as I tossed the bag to him. I hoped Bruce would let me stay. I always wanted a brother to joke around with and laugh with, but Dick and I never had that chance. I don’t blame Dick because of how things started out.

With Tim, it was different. It felt like we’d been brothers my whole life. I almost forgot his mom was talking to Bruce. “Think we can take the stew to lunch?” Tim asked.

“Mr. Ames might let us use the microwave if I promise to check in with the counselor,” I replied. We lay on the floor next to each other, staring at the ceiling. “I kinda like the counselor.”

“Like a crush?” Tim questioned.

“No, not like that… Mr. Finney’s just-. Mr. Finney’s nice. I’ve only been there once, but I like talking to him,” I explained. Janet returned my phone.

“Bruce said okay, but only as long as you keep all your appointments and behave yourself… I don’t think that’ll be an issue. I’m leaving you alone, but don’t stay up too late. It’s a school night,” Janet warned.

[mistress-of-vos]

Once again got all intense about how annoying Ra'sTim haters are. I'm remembering that time on Twitter not long ago when they were calling Ra'sTim i*cest... Yeah I know, Twitter is hell, but come on! 😭

I think it's particularly funny because Ra's is a man who reduces his family to his blood ties and even then he is picky. He *will* disown his children (not hurt them! Do not confuse it!) if he considers he has been betrayed so the proposition that he would see Tim as family... And that Tim would see Ra's as family! It's just so funny to me. Tell me you don't read comics without telling me you don't read comics.

I believe Tim and Ra's (before properly interacting) used to see each other as villain and hero. Period. Tim studies Batman's villains and cases so for him Ra's is synonym of bad guy, extremely dangerous, probably best if avoided. Ra's keeps an eye in all the bats, so Tim (still Robin) is a threat too: awfully loyal to the Batman, highly trained, more likely will provoke lots of damage and won't die. And that's mostly it, until Ra's is forced to meet the bats more frequently due to Damian going to live with Bruce. Ra's is more aware of Tim's abilities, and Tim is more aware of the danger Ra's represents, which I think explains why their meetings go as they do.

I don't think Ra's labels Tim as Damian's brother, but he might label Tim as Bruce's son. Which doesn't mean that makes Ra's *feel* like he's related to Tim, and similarly, Tim labels Ra's as Damian's grandfather, but nothing to him. There's no familiar tie between them, nor is their dynamic close to that, so I do wonder why people look at Ra's saying he wants a heir with Tim's blood and think that's familiar and not low-key homoerotic.

I get it if people dislike Ra'sTim due to the "dark" elements (tho I consider them very tame if compared to ships as Hannigram for example) but there's nothing on them that makes it "i*cest" so I do get mad when people accuse them of so. Particularly when it's the fans of certain Ra's' child and her ship who do so, as if Ra'sTim fandom doesn't actually treat her better than gen fans. Hell, Ra'sTim fics always lean in portraying her nicely, erasing the awkward comic canon and allowing her to have her classical bond with Damian. I have even seen certain tendency to ship her with Bruce (tho yes I admit most fandom goes with BatCat, myself included). So the fact that they have this need of hating Ra'sTim is annoying, because Ra'sTim is NOT the fandom treating their fav poorly nor doing anything wrong.

It's awful that we aren't allowed to like Ra's as his own character, that we aren't allowed to speak freely of the interesting elements of shipping him with MEN. Exploring a queer, individual Ra's al Ghul has taught me a lot about storytelling. Exploring an scenario where he falls in love with someone who contrasts with him the way Tim does has made me realize that fanfiction can be more than "I disliked the ending" and that you can write your own opinions on characters that sometimes other people share. It has been amazing and I adore it.

So what I'm trying to say is... People should stop being these loud, violent haters. There's no need for this. Why can't people let others enjoy themselves?