#but the way I like to think of it “deserves” to Jason means it's acceptable for someone to die in pursuit of a better world not mandatory

[rmbunnie]

The idea that the world is made up of two groups, good people and bad people, is super reductive imo, and the idea that it's ontological is more-so, but without elaboration: Jason being a good person by nature who is actively trying to be a bad person is more interesting to me than him being an evil person by nature who is actively trying to make himself good.

[hbatfam98]

I refuse to accept that Bruce being mad at Jason for killing is canon. It makes no sense.

Batman can't kill. Sure partially because he never wants anyone to lose family like he did even if that family is criminal. But that doesn't apply to people like the Joker. Who's going to miss Joker? The people who he mentally broke? No, the reason batman doesn't kill people like the joker - truly purely vile and evil human beings is because than vengeance will swallow him and he knows it. He knows that if he crosses that line, he may not return. He'll want to kill every criminal who hurts someone. So, for the safety of Gotham, so that he doesn't become an overlord, he doesn't kill.

But that doesn't mean no one else can. So as far as I am concerned the canon version is:

Batman:*concerned that his son is killing and might lose himself and default to killing instead of trying to save* Don't kill the joker

Red hood:*kills Joker*

Batman:...

Red hood:...*doesn't just go around killing redeemable characters. Employs low level criminals and treats them fairly. Takes care of children in crime Alley.*

Batman:...ok. Alfred is making lasagna, wanna come home for dinner son?

Edit: I love the discussions about this for the most part but just to clarify - the dialogue but is mostly crack. Obviously things aren't going to be quite so simple.

In fact, if u want my more serious take on this I think what frustrates me more than anything with people making Batman so 1D in my opinion when it comes to the killing rule is 1. Inconsistent, others in the DCU have killed/wanted or willing to kill and Batman didn't have that much of a problem with all of them. But 2. and more Jason specific is I don't think killing Joker is the crux of their issue. If I (woefully unskilled as I am) was allowed to write Jason, sure he would be mad at Bruce for not killing the Joker initially but the real problem he has with Bruce, whether he realises or not, is that Bruce moved on. Sure everyone did but, Bruce was the one who chose him - how could he move on? And that will be the real center of why the two of them can't go back to being the way they were no matter what. While Jason was going through being resurrected and every horror of rebirth and the pit, he also realises that the world just .. moved on without him. He comes back and every trace of the his own world seems to be gone. Even worse - how did they move on? By branding him as a rash, foolish Robin and all he hears is that they all think he deserved to die that's why they accepted it and moved on.

(Might come and rewrite this better with Bruce's side and how every step he took in 'moving on' was actually so warped by his unending grief but more importantly - yes the dialogue was lighthearted, I am aware it can never be that simple for Bruce and Jason)

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

De-aged Danny shenanigans with an adult Damian taking after his father.

Danny, about 6: *drigging through the trash*

Damian, 26: Hello? Are you alright?

Danny, whips around to look at him with glowing green eyes: hissssss

Damian, blinks: Oh, dear....Are you hungry?

Danny, suspicious:... yeth

Damian, nods: If you come with me, we can either go to a batburger down the street or my apartment a block over. I have a washer and dryer I can run your clothes through while you bathe.

Danny: Are you trying to kidnap me?

Damian: If I was, I'd be a fool to say so

Danny: mm twue...why else would you want to help me though?

Damian: one. It would be irresponsible of me to level a toddler alone, in an alley, in Gotham.

Danny, pouting: I'm not a toddler

Damian: Two. I will never hear the end of it from my siblings whether or not I help you, but it'd be more teasing than lecturing if I do help you.

Danny: Why would they do dat?

Damian: If you don't have any place to go, I might just tell you. But only if I can make sure you don't tell the wrong person.

Danny: I'm good wif secrets!

Damian, amused: We shall see. And now third and final reason. Are you aware your eyes are glowing green?

Danny, gasps and slams his eyes shut: You're not supposed to see!

Damian, softly: It's okay. I understand what that means. One of my elder brothers' eyes glow the same way. It must have been very scary for you to die

Danny, sniffling: It was... does his eyes weally glow green?

Damian: They do. His usually glow when he gets angry, is it the same with you?

Danny, now blinking blue glowing eyes at Damian: mmm? No? Green is too much bad emotion

Damian: Bad emotion?

Danny: Mad, um, strezz? No, the bigger one!

Damian: Panic or anxiety?

Danny, points at him with a bounce: Yeah!!

Damian, amused and concerned: I see

Danny: mmm let's see, um, and scared?

Damian: Interesting. Jason's eyes are usually an indicator of angry, but I know he likes to cover his fear and concern with that same anger. I shall look into it. On that note. And what does glowing blue mean?

Danny, blinks: Blue?

Damian: Yes. Did you know your eyes are glowing blue now?

Danny, shocked: No! They didn't do that before!... At least I don't think they did?

Damian: Well, they're a very pretty shade of blue.

Danny: Maybe... Maybe that's how my parents noticed...

Damian, trying not to frown: What did your parents notice?

Danny, turning his big teary eyes on Damian: That I'm not fully human anymore. They didn't notice. They never noticed!

Damian, slowly reaching out to the kid to see if he'd accept a hug: Sounds like your parents didn't deserve you.

Danny, giving into his childish instincts and flinging himself into Damian's arms to sob his little heart out: They didn't even know I died! It's not fair! I'm not weally human and it's their fault! I hate their stupid po-po- THING! It shocked me and it hurt and now I'm dead and it's their fault!

Damian: *gently rocking Danny til he tires himself out*

Danny, sniffling: It's not fair...

Damian: Something I've found is, it never is. Every stray my father has housed has had an unbearably harsh life, and I, being his blood son, was no different. My mother and her father raised me for the first ten years of my life, and I've come to understand that my childhood was not a good one. It took me a long time and a lot of patience from my eldest brother to come to realize what I was missing.

Danny: Like, Jazzy?

Damian: mm? Who's Jazzy?

Danny: My big sister. She's a big know it all, but she tries...

Damian: Well, that's-

Danny, jolts in Damian's hold: Tried! *GASP* Jazzy doesn't know mom and dad didn't kill me!! *pause* um, kill me again?

Damian: Well, we'll have to tell her, won't we? You wouldn't happen to know her full name? I can ask my family to contact her while we get you cleaned up

Danny: Yeah! Her name is Jasmine Fenton! She goes to a big big school here! That's why I came here! I just... I got lost..

Damian: That won't do

Damian, pulls out his phone and calls Barbara while starting to walk to his apartment: Gordon. I have a request.

Barbara: Yeah? Whatcha got, baby bat?

Damian: Can you look up a Jasmine Fenton? I have something she will probably want back.

Barbara: Holy shit! Is that a child??

Damian, sighs: Yes, it's her little brother. He ran away from a bad situation with his parents and got lost trying to find his elder sister.

Barbara: Alright. I'll check out her entire life to make sure she's safe to- wait. Damian, is that kid's name Danny?

Damian, realizing he never asked: One moment.

Damian, looks down at a sleepy, but curious Danny: Is your name Danny?

Danny, beams: Yeah!!

Barbara: Caught that, but, uh, Damian, Danny is supposed to be 20, not...4? 5? Not a tiny child

Damian: umm... Danny did you used to be older?

Danny, shrinks into himself and his eyes turn green: Ye-yeah... I don't know why I'm little... mommy did something and it Huuurt and hurt til suddenly I was free and I ran and hid in a bus

Damian, soothingly petting his back: Okay, it's okay, we'll figure it out.

Barbara: Take care of him for the night, we'll contact his sister tomorrow at a reasonable time. I'm not finding anything too concerning on her yet so she's probably safe

Damian: Copy that. Goodnight, Gordon.

Barbara, teasing: Goodnight, mini-Bruce!

Damian, flushes, but doesn't deny it before hanging up and glancing towards Danny: That was Barbara Gordon. A family friend. She'll help us find your sister, but you'll be staying with me for tonight.

Danny, sleepy: Okay..

Damian, slipping into his apartment lobby and going straight up the stairs, ignoring the gaping attendants: Don't fall asleep just yet. You will be fed and bathed first

Danny, huffs, but straightens up: What food?

Damian: That depends, I only really have vegetarian food so I suppose we'll have to find something you'll eat

Danny: Sam is vegetarian! I eat vegetarian sometimes with her!

Damian: hm? Very good, then it should be easier for me to feed you

Damian and Danny have a wonderful time. Danny is fed, watered, and cleaned up before being set up with a quiet sound machine to sleep. Damian has a crisis over wanting to keep Danny and suddenly understands his father's adoption habit. He sets alarms to check on Danny throughout the night, but it's otherwise uneventful.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Hi!

I’d love a part two to your hit me hard and soft fanfic. Maybe Y/N continues to avoid them as a romantic relationship but begins to accept a platonic one liking eating with Dick or hanging out with Jason at school, etc… but the Batfam gets impatient and talks about why they are afraid (and maybe hunt down the ex which could gain their trust?)

Hit me Hard and Soft: Whispers in the Shadows

Synopsis: The relationship between the batfam gets broken after mistakes lead to accusations, and accusations lead to contingency plans.

Pairing: Yandere!Poly!Romantic!Batboys X Gn!Reader

Tw: Poly!Yandere; All characters aged up; Possible betrayal; Bad father Bruce, but is he actually the asshole here?; Arguments; Mentions of killing and torture; Possibly ooc batboys: English is my 2nd language.

Word count: 2k

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: Not much action between Reader and the batboys here, but definitely something. Read the end to answer my question👀

General masterlist | Hit me Hard and Soft - Series masterlist

— You can't be serious.

The tension was at its highest point. Only a few times priorly did the conflict between all of them get this bad, and as always, they feared things couldn't go back to the way they were.

— I am being serious. That's how things work. — Bruce stated darkly and Dick narrowed his eyes. — We tried it the nice way, I trusted you to behave, but you couldn't do that. — Bruce raised his gloved hand and pointed at Damian. — First, Damian can't control himself. He spent a decade acting right. Justice, not vengeance. But now, he's using (Y/N) as an excuse to defile orders and act as an assassin again! — Damian hissed and clenched his fists, taking a step forward.

— If you really cared for them, you would understand, father! But as always, you put your so-called mission above everything, even us! Even them! — Bruce clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes in his direction, then turned to Jason.

— And you! How many chances do I have to give you? Both of you! You don't change. You will never change. And until you do that, you will never deserve (Y/N)’s or mine trust. Or their love. — Jason's heart broke in two, but he didn't react on the outside. Just kept his hard, Red Hood’s exterior. As he always did every time he and Bruce had a falling out.

— Bruce… — Dick muttered, a mix of a warning to remind him of not going too far, and betrayal by what he was witnessing. Bruce didn't look phased. And the fact he was still wearing Batman's suit, minus the cowl, just made this whole situation more genuine. He was neither Bruce Wayne, the persona, nor Batman, the vigilant. He was just Bruce. Their boss and their father.

— You hunted down that man, tortured and killed him! And you… — He took his gaze away from Jason and glared at Damian again. — Knew about it, and didn't notify us!

— I did know about it. Todd, you should have told us before. I also wanted that scum’s blood in my hands-

— ENOUGH! THE BOTH OF YOU WILL STAY AWAY FROM (Y/N). FOREVER.

Tim raised an eyebrow.

— Sound’s convenient. — All head’s snapped in his direction.

— What do you mean, Tim? — Dick asked. All muscles on his body tense. Tim gazed at him for a moment, then at Damian and Jason, then at Bruce again, staring directly into his eyes. — I just think it's very convenient that Bruce's getting rid of two of them. While your reason checks with past conflicts we had, with your morals and mission. It's also good for you that you wouldn't have to share (Y/N)’s attention with so many people in the future. Right, Bruce?

Silence took hold of the room.

— What are you implying? — Bruce stomped forward until he was face to face with Tim, their nose’s almost touching, daring him to say more. Tim didn't back down.

— Yeah, Tim, what're you implying? — Jason raised an eyebrow behind his helmet and took a step forward. The others copied that action.

— I’ve been watching you, Bruce. Just like you've been watching us. I know you’ve been upgrading contingency plans, more specifically, our contingency plans. I think he's been trying to keep us busy. To rile us up to commit mistakes. While he hogs all of (Y/N)’s attention. He said Damian could be trusted again if he proved himself, that was a year ago, and he still didn't give Damian permission. I bet he knew Damian would get restless and get more violent with criminals. Until he had an excuse to kick him out. And Jason, he let you spend time with (Y/N) at university. But as soon as (Y/N) started calling you their best friend, hanging out with you outside of classes and even confiding in you about their trauma, proving that our plan to make them trust us was finally working, suddenly (Y/N)’s ex receives an offer to transfer to GCPD, while everyone here has a… Weakness, when it comes to losing people we love and avenging their suffering, it's a known fact some are more… Trigger-happy than others.

Dick shook his head.

— Tim, that's something serious you're accusing him of.

— Let him continue. — Bruce growled darkly.

— I don't have anything to accuse you of, Bruce. I just don't trust you. — He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.

— So you're ready to brush off what they did? — Bruce accused and Dick started to feel even more restless seeing that the distance between them didn't change, feeling the urge to get in the middle and defend his little brother.

— I didn't say anything. But I wouldn't be surprised if me or Dick were next. — That made Dick snap.

No, he can't.

He can’t keep me away from them.

After everything I did.

We're just so close now.

Just earlier today we were having lunch together.

He can't.

He can't do this to me.

Is that how Jay and Dami felt? Is that why they snapped and started killing people? Is that why Jason killed that guy? Just for the idea of losing them forever?

Is that why, even with how heartbreaking and horrible it sounds, any possibility of someone trying to take them away from them made Tim voice out his paranoia? Thoughts Dick had when everything was quiet, when he just brushed it off as intrusive thoughts?

It isn't… Logical… But it also is…

The only thing stopping him from believing Tim wholeheartedly is the lifelong trust he had on Bruce. But those are just feelings. And they all feel. Intensely. For you.

And as much as they tried to make it peaceful, everyone having a piece of you and being happy. They were having problems, and a traitor was always a possibility.

Either way, he couldn't take that chance.

That night, Wayne Manor slept almost completely empty. All of the sons were gone. And you would know it too.

It's been a week. They've been meeting at the apartment just beside yours. It was empty, until Damian bought it, and started living there after cutting ties with his father. He wasn't happy that the others were also using it as their nest, a place to meet and talk about strategies. And keep an eye on you.

Damian was slowly steering his tea, mind elsewhere, not really paying mind to the conversation. While it was important, his stomach was full of butterflies and his heart pounded hard every time he thought about earlier, something he couldn't stop doing. After a whole year of being almost completely away from you, finally spending time with you was like a dream. That just made his resentment towards his father grow worse, even if he didn't do that on purpose, it still felt like injustice.

He knew since he was born, his way of doing things was always better.

He just told you he didn't know that part of the town much, and you, sweet you, already acquainted with his brothers, invited him to show him around. A bad taste came to his mouth whenever he thought he was the least close to you, even if he knew everything there was to know about his beloved. He got left behind. He let himself be left behind.

Because he was weak. Because he was submissive. Because he trusted his father.

His mother did send him to his progenitor's home saying that he needed to learn from him.

— We could use the League.

All heads snapped to him.

— Huh?

— We are talking about contingency plans for our father. We could have the League of Assassins on our side. Infinite resources against one single man. (Y/N) would live in luxury. And they did tell us… — His heart warmed at the sensation of finally feeling included in your life. — … Multiple times that they despised the cold weather Gotham always seems to have. Eth Alth'eban is always hot.

— We are not joining those fuckers, and you shut down that idea before I start believing what that old man said about you and kick your ass into your grave, demon brat. — Damian kept stoic after Jason's response.

— We could use the League for something good for once. I could. As the Head of the Demon. — He retorted with confidence.

Dick shook his head in disbelief.

— Dami, I think that's too much. It would only prove what Bruce was trying to say. — Damian leaned forward, as if getting closer would make his point come across as more genuine.

— I could do it! Not as a dictator like my grandfather! But as something actually good! Not just for us, but for everyone! The whole world!

— Does that megalomaniac plan of yours have an actual strategy? — Damian rolled his eyes.

— Of course it has. Kill anyone who gets in the way of my rightful place at birth. — Damian tilted his head at Tim, who looked at him in disbelief.

— Even Ras? — Damian frowned. What a dumb question. Damian would do anything for you.

— Especially Ras. — A fist hit the table and the oldest got up with a scowl in his face.

— No one. Is going to kill. Anyone. And we are not going to use the League. — Damian got up too.

— What is stopping you? This is for (Y/N)! It is not just some fucking petty act to annoy father. He acted behind our backs and he will take my beloved from me! From us!

— We don't know that yet! — Even with Dick's exclamation, it was clear not even him was totally sure about Bruce's intentions.

— … Failing to prepare is preparing to fail. — Tim muttered. They all observed he had a distant look on his face, it was the look he had when he was planning something. After a few seconds, he looked up again and got up, facing Damian. — I'm with you. It’ll be nice to see Ras look when he realizes he lost to me one last time. And to have whole guardianship of my spleen he keeps on his bedside table again.

— What? — The other three sputtered.

— I won't kill anyone. But I will help you and be an ally. Even if that means losing the Titans and leaving behind everything I build here. All for (Y/N). — Tim spoke. Jason got up.

— Tim, you can't be serious too. — He received a glare in return.

— I am. You're invited to join us. Or to become our enemy.

Damian was staring at Tim, the brother he always had a strange relationship with, full of fights and sarcasm, but they always knew they could count on each other in the end. Because they were family.

Of course, it would be nicer to have you all to himself, but he also needed more allies, and brilliant minds like his own. It would also hurt to lose every person he loved while choosing you, even if he would always choose you in the end.

— … What if (Y/N) doesn't trust us after this? — Dick mumbled, trying to see both sides before making a decision.

— We’ll explain to them. About how we got rid of every single individual who wanted to isolate and steal them from us. How we want to care for them. Keep them safe. And how I- We, made the world a better place in the process. — Dick glared at him halfheartedly.

— We have a solid plan here, Dick. We Just have to form our strategies based on what we have. It will work!

Dick sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. He started walking around the apartment, contemplating, listening in on your apartment and Tim and Damian in the background, trying to convince Jason.

When even Jason seemed convinced, Dick knew what he had to do.

Everyone turned to him when he came back to the table again, in expectation.

He looked Damian in the eyes and put his hand on his little brother's shoulders. So grown. So different from what he was before meeting you. You brought the worst out of him. Out of all of them. And you didn't even know it. That was the worse part.

But Dick was always known for being a manipulator.

— Congratulations, you're the new Demon's Head.

Extra note: I'm curious to if you guys think Bruce was actually planning something and not just being regular canon Batman putting his morals above family👀

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello Dorito!

Can you please write Bruce, Dick, Jason and Clark receiving a good luck kiss on the cheek from their crush before they go on a mission? I’m curious how they would individually react and what their thoughts would be. I thought it would be cute if it was pre relationship for some reason (*'ω'*)

Dick

The moment you kiss his cheek, dick just smiles softly.

‘What was that for?’ He’d ask, his thoughts going a mile a minute as to what this all meant in the long run of your relationships as he knew damn well friends didn’t kiss each other on the cheek…well unless they were close like that, but Dick typically knew it wasn’t and wanted answers before he left for the mission.

‘Good luck?’ You shrug.

‘Just good luck?’ Dick would tease, but on the inside he was hop in that this was going where he was thinking it was going, hoping he wasn’t reading anything you were putting down wrong as he didn’t want anything to be misconstrued or misinterpreted. He wanted this moment for so long and wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to having something worth coming home to; or someone worth coming home to after a long and intense mission.

Dick would look like he was confident and whatnot but on the inside he was more happier then he’s ever been in his entire life. He wanted to shout to the rooftops that he had been kissed on the cheek by the person he liked, but instead decided to play it cool and try to work his charisma into his favour with you in hopes of a date. He’s done being coy and dropping hints, the kiss on the cheek had to mean something to you as it did with him.

Jason

Blinks several times as his brain tries to accept that you did just kiss him on the cheek.

He reaches up to touch the cheek you kissed lightly as his insides were waging war with one another, he was glad that you made a move first as now Jason knew you had some liking towards him, especially if you were willing to go out of your way to kiss his cheek before he leaves for a mission.

This felt like something he had read out of many, many, many books that he never thought he himself would ever experience in his lifetime, and yet here he was being kissed on the cheek by the person who he had a raging crush on that felt like it came straight out of a movie. He’s aware of his crush on you, insanely so, but when you kissed his cheek he didn’t know whether it was with platonic or romantic intentions.

Jason wanted so badly for it to be romantic, his heart yearned for it like he yearned for you as long as he had, trying not to show just how he melted like putty in your touches and general affection towards him. Other people try to touch him and he hisses at them, but you? You could hold his cheeks and he’d be fighting to need to close his eyes and melt into your hands, feeling safe enough within your presence to do so then he ever had anyone else in a long, long time.

He knew he was fucked the moment he realised that he didn’t want to push you away but pull you in close. Jason knew he was fucked but in that moment he didn’t care because a life of love with you was a risk he was willing to to take, after all he was deserving of a sweeter aspect of life then the one he was already given.

Clark

Feels his cheeks burn as he rubs the back of his head, the feel of your lips still very much lingering on his skin.

The kiss was soft, it was sweet and innocent but it was enough to have Clark becoming a little flustered and a bit sheepish in looking you in the eye, but he managed to do so and it was obvious by the look in his eyes that it was something that would affect his mind for a long while; even when you were long from view you’ll still be in the forefront in his mind.

His voice was caught in his throat but his mind was filled to the brim with all the things he wanted to say but couldn’t, for as soon as you kissed his cheek and wishing him luck, you were already out of his line of sight with a knowing smile graced upon your lips upon your exit.

Clark knew that he’d have to have some words with you when he gets back, but until then he could only assume that you were both on the same page without having to speak words to one another, the attraction was clear but would need to be communicated clearly sooner or later.

Clark could only hope he wasn’t the only one feeling something between the two of you, he was hopeful that he wasn’t when you placed your hand on the s symbol on his chest and looked at him the way you did.

Bruce

Doesn’t show much change visibly but his eyes do shine in amusement and his posture seemed to straighten a little more, only the keenest of eyes would’ve seen that he had also leant into your lips when you kissed his cheek.

Bruce prided himself in being a well put together man, but the moment you kissed his cheek that collapsed in on itself, and he was left wanting nothing more then to ask for another kiss and so he did with a hint of mischief upon his tongue.

‘Do I get another one?’ He asks you.

You only shrug. ‘Only if you come back in one piece then you can have as many cheek kisses as you’d like.’

He may have made an entire playboy persona for public outings and such, but in that moment he felt like a teenager with their first crush again, wanting nothing more then to ask Alfred if engaging in a relationship with you was worth the risks. He is a smart man and knew what he wants and yet while he knew what he wanted, he couldn’t claim to know what you want and didn’t want to assume on your behalf when you didn’t say anything of substance.

Bruce knew that something was different between the two of you -outside of him having a crush on you of course- and knew that once he gets back to Gotham he’ll have to strike while he still could in hopes that you’d allow him to treat you right, and allow him to spoil you rotten once in a while, and keep you safe should you all him to have your heart by taking you on a date to your favourite place.

[mikakuna]

babygirl jason anon here again!💖

I also completely agree that jason's type is older people. (Sladejay and Constantine x Jason are my fav ships, jason absolutely endears himself to older men who hate everyone else and treat him like a princess that could kill them, very fiona from shrek vibes if you catch me).

But ppl talk about jason looking like bruce alot, but i think one day he's staring at himself in the mirror and realizes its willis staring back at him, and that warms his heart so he grows his hair out, just to the base of his neck so he can embrace his curls. He gets piercings he always wanted, 2 in each lobe, an industrial maybe. And i think distancing himself from the bats a bit gives him back a healthy glow in his eyes, because he's not fighting to prove his worth to people who keep moving the goal post.

And maybe the bats see him again, with roy and kori at some big world ending fiasco, helmet off, laughing and smiling and looking happy and they realize that they have not seen him happy in a long time.

I'm obsessed with the idea of the JLA and another heroes meeting jason after having only heard news of his actions or the bats biased perception of things. but meeting jason completely changes things because he's magnetic, just so charming and intelligent and unfairly fucking gorgeous. Especially when they get him started on things he loves. Gotham, books, cooking, kids.

Roy has his hand around Jason's waist, looking at him fondly. Kori fondly runs a hand through his curls. Jason being loved and accepted for just being who he is without having to shape and distort himself of his morals.

I have many thoughts about jason and the wider hero community, of him finally pushing off the isolation that Batman forced on him both as Robin and now as Red Hood by controlling the narrative around him.

But when i get more babygirl jason thoughts i will send then your way!!

HIIIIIII i love you so much♥️ im sorry for getting to this late but i hope my reply, long reply, makes up for it!!

jason is SOOO fiona from shrek coded omg wait he deserves that kind of princess treatment. he's not afraid to be himself and if that means being flawed or being disapproved by society (other heroes + bats) then fuck it. he's still gonna be himself and not let other people, especially those who have let him down, change him. very fiona of him to get with people everyone else would disapprove of.

ofc i love sladejay but i've never actually read any constantine x jason content!! this is probably my first time hearing about it in a romantic context and not platonic. I WANNA HEAR MOREEE

yes yes yes to jason specifically going after older men. it's not even that he's doing it consciously. they just always happen to be older than him and they're usually the ones seeking him out. he has that mistreated puppy look that attracts older dudes and makes them wanna spoil him with love and that gruff affection. very healing for his daddy issues to be treated with unconditional love for once by an older man who could very well be his dad. it's a dangerous game to play considering his age and theirs but it always works out (to the absolute appall of bruce)

your description of his new, healthy look is everything. i also love the hc that he looks like willis since i don't really fw the one that he looks like bruce specifically. anyways he should look like his papa who thought of him as his prince of gotham :( jason with longer hair and piercings is so pretty he deserves it. if that red hood webcomic wasn't so ass i would've liked his character design

i too am a firm believer that jason becomes ten times more beautiful when he's happy and not constantly emotionally drained from his interactions with the bats who only ever expect the worst from him. the glow!!! the sound of his unrestrained laughter!!! the twinkle in his eyes!!!!!!! you truly never look better than when there isn't an ugly bitch constantly thinking the worst of you

OMG dude i was just thinking about that justice league hc <3 most heroes knew jason as robin and still fell for bruce/the bats' propaganda �� but hey at least it makes for great content of them meeting red hood jason for the first time and becoming instantly enamoured. i need it shoved in every hero's face that jason is smart as hell and not the stone cold killer he's rumoured to be.

and yes you're so right about jason having been isolated. he deserves to break free from that isolation since it very clearly still exists in his red hood days.

can't lie because i enjoyed his teamup with kori and roy but i love art and biz sooo much more because they're just for jason rather than having been dick's people first. need the bats seeing how happy he is with other people </3

thank you for this anon i loved hearing your thoughts!! (sorry this got long) and YES PLEASEE i will always want to hear more baby girl jason thoughts ♥️

[overangel]

Hiii first of all I'm so freaking in love w the way you write the batboys and I was wondering about if we just came into terms about the whole romantic situation (like reciprocating their love) but first wanting to be woo'd.

Damian wants to get close? You cross your arms and pout while saying "Why are you acting all cutesy now? Don't you remember when you tried to maim me when we first met?" In the most cutesy, angry voice you can utter.

Oh Dick wants kisses? Too bad you stomped away while angrily muttering on how he disregarded your feelings so how in the hell did he deserve some of your finest kisses?

Bruce wants you to sit on his lap while he does some paperwork? Nope! You want him to hug you first while muttering some praises, then maybe, just MAYBEEE you'll think about even looking in his direction.

Tim needs to recharge and wants you in close proximity? No no no way. He needs to get down on his knees, head on your lap while muttering soft apologies (and maybe even a bit of crying while we're at it...) before he can even think about doing stuff his way!

Oh Jason? Jason gets free pass!

(this is very self indulgent from my touch straved self... Lol)

Thanks so much! That means a lot especially since Tim, Steph, and Cass are so foreign to me along with wanting to do Duke and Dick justice and not make them stereotypes. 

Love this idea~

𝓪𝓲𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓰

You’ve secretly accepted the hand you’ve been dealt in this life. Humans are an incredibly adaptive species and you had discovered that there was no spell or prayer that could break the lovesickness that your own father, half-brother, and adopted family suffered from. There were some things you couldn’t beat and their feelings were included. 

That didn’t mean you’d make it easy for them, though. No, in fact, you’d make them suffer a little.

Damian wasn’t used to this. For as long as he can remember, he has never had to seek anyone out for time and attention. He is sole heir to the Al Ghul throne and was the beloved only biological son of Bruce Wayne to which he could boast an undeniable likeness to (he was growing into his mother’s prettier looks though, thank goddess).

If he wasn’t first priority within the league and receiving the best lessons, Dick was seeking him out and the others followed in trying to make him feel “welcome” and “normal.” 

Then, you came in and shattered his perfectly sensible little world. 

You pulled Jon into your arms so easily and peppered kisses in his curly locks. You leaned into Duke and wrapped his arms around you like he was your safe haven. You hugged the butler when you were in need of wordless comfort, and Damian became too conscious of his place in your life.

 That there was no room for him in it at all.

“Why—” The words almost died in his throat, “Why not me?”

Your brows raised slightly and his fists balled as he knew he’d have to explain himself. You always forced him to expose his weaknesses to the light. “Why does Thomas and Kent, and even Alfred get all of your time?” 

Why do they get you?

You don’t even have to think about it. “Because I love spending time with them.”

He blinked in shock, “What about me?”

“What about you?”

He sucked in a breath and bit his lips before he could curse. “Please, Y/n. Please, just share a little of your time with me.” His hands trembled and you saw the lights reflecting in his eyes, casting a dewy sheen on those jade green irises you had come to love.

“‘Please?’” Your grin was sarcastic, “You shouldn’t waste your good manners on someone who doesn’t deserve them.”

He rushed forward before he knew it and you had time to react. 

He had your wrists in his hands and braced beside your head in an instant. You were trapped between him and one of the drawing room’s walls, so close that your noses almost touched and you could feel his heart pounding in his chest and syncing with your own.

His pupils trembled and his ragged breaths fanned your lips. You couldn’t move. You were completely caged in and the slightest movement would brush against him in a way that wouldn’t be taken as innocent or accidental with your legs stuck between his own. 

“Please, Y/n.” He was begging. Damian Wayne was begging and his voice was thick with longing and desperation.

“Just a bit of your time is all I ask for. I won’t let you regret it.”

You raised your chin up at him, trying to put on a brave front like you weren’t too aware of his body on yours. 

“Prove it.”

You can expect: Complete and utter support in your hobbies and passions. Any tool or resource needed is acquired and waiting for you before you even need it. Hand painted portraits of you and you two together. Tailored one-of-a-kind gowns made with materials only the League could source from every corner of the globe. Utter devotion and protection from not just him but an entire army willing to fight and die for you. PDA and pet names to assert his place. You’re his. Holding your hand at all times, walking or driving you to wherever you need to be. Managing your health, mentally, physically and emotionally. You don’t need to keep anything from him, he’ll accept and cherish it all. Try to set some rules or he’ll get to the point he won’t let your feet touch the ground.

Dick was having a crisis. He’d thought you two were getting somewhere. You smiled at some of his jokes and you two talked. Not just the odd conversation you were forced into when others were around and you didn’t want to be rude, but actual meaningful conversations that helped him learn more about himself but also more about you.

Countless times his feet found his way to you when his mind was a mess or he felt like he didn’t have a solid place to land. You listened, you cared, hell—you even cried with and for him.

So, why? 

He had been building up to this for a while. Gently brushing locks of hair behind your ear, carefully grabbing your elbow or placing a calming hand on your shoulder when he could sense you growing agitated. You stopped scooting away from him when he sat near and even allowed him to get closer until your thighs touched. He put his arm over the back of the couch when you two were sitting, and you actually didn’t pull away!

So, why?

It was a mission well done. You two worked perfectly together (his chest swelled with pride) and you two had saved so many children that night. You rushed him in a hug and took his breath away and he was dumbstruck and almost forgot to wrap his arms around you before you could pull away.

And then, he shot his shot.

It would be just like in the movie you two had watched earlier: in a moment of overwhelming joy from overcoming a crisis, the hero would lean in and lock lips with the heroine’s. She’d melt into his arms and the credits would roll. 

It was supposed to be like that. Everything had been going according to plan. He went slow and steady at your pace! He was patient and kind! 

So, why?

He leaned forward and tilted his head just right to capture your lips in his when you yanked away and hopped back. 

“Good work, Nightwing.” You spared a friendly smile like you two were merely partners and friends (he’d never hated that word until you called him that) before turning to leave but he was faster. 

“Y/n!” He forgot to use your vigilante name. “Wait! Don’t go.”

You reluctantly turned to face him. 

“What was that?” He asked and your jaw dropped. 

“What was what?”

“What was that? We were having a moment and—”

“And you ruined it, Dick.” You cut him off.

You could sense his eyes widening under his domino mask and feel the air around him trembling. You could visualize how he felt, the ground cracking beneath him and his feet dangling precariously. “What?”

“What makes you think you even deserved that?”

His lips were slightly parted and he didn’t know how to answer.

“Why would I kiss you? What have you ever done for me? Looking back on it…” You tilted your head in thought and he knew it’d be game over for him if you thought about the past.

“I don’t really remember you ever making me happy.”

Were you trying to kill him? For a moment, he thought you really were. You could be so cruel.

“See you later.” You slipped into the ether before he could respond.

It’d been quiet for a few days. Ominously so. You hadn’t seen Dick this whole time and it was nice not having one of his staged meet-cutes. You could breathe, but did you miss him even a little? You’d never say.

You didn’t have time to miss him. 

You stopped in your tracks when you saw that the hallway leading to your room was scattered with rose petals. The air was light and fragrant and a warm glow illuminated your path from the tastefully placed candles. Intuit told you who it could be.

You inhaled and slowly opened your bedroom door to find fairy lights and pretty lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Romantic music played softly in the background and a homemade tent of gauzy fabrics filled with cozy pillows and blankets sheltered a picnic basket. 

Dick swallowed and his eyes widened, he wasn’t completely mentally prepared for this. 

“I thought we could spend some time together…If it’s okay with you?” He nervously played with the bottle of wine in his hands.

“I don’t deserve you. Not yet,” he looked into your eyes with his baby blues and a genuine smile lit his features, “but I will be the man who does.”

What you can expect: He listens and learns. He watches what how you react, what makes you tick, and what makes you smile. He wants to always be someone you can relax around. Where you can feel safe and loved, and he wants you to know that his love is true. Expect him to live on your time, and be hyper attuned to your needs. He’s gentle, calming, and adoring. You just walked in? A hot bath with scented oils is already waiting for you. Stressed with chores piling up? Your place is cleaned, organized, and he’s already prepping your breakfast, lunch and dinner. He’s here for you. Just turn around and see him.

You gave Bruce a little grace and he mistook it for acceptance. You smiled in public a little demure one that sent shivers up his spine, and you allowed him to show you off to colleagues where you impressed them with your manners and charm. 

He was proud of you in every way, but that had long passed that a father would feel for his daughter. 

He thought you naturally felt the same.

You rode in his car with him, allowed him to talk about his day and you actually listened sometimes. You stopped calling him Mr. Wayne and started calling him Bruce.

He thought you saw him as a man, the same way he viewed you as a woman. You weren’t a conquest, or a fling. You weren’t some socialite or celebrity whose name was attached to his for a season or two to set the scene ablaze. He thought without an ounce of shame that you were made for him. There was no other man who could suit you the way he could, and if not him you’d never find someone who could match what you needed.

So, why were you acting like this? You let him touch your thigh, so why couldn’t you sit in his lap? Why did you look so horrified? You were were being dramatic again.

“Why would I do that?” You were honestly confused. Why would you even give him the privilege?

You were the only person in the universe who could leave him stumped, and he knew it. His natural stubbornness masked the hurt from your rejection and he doubled down.

 “Because we were doing so well.”

Your frown deepened. “With what?”

“Us.”

“There is no ‘us’, Bruce!”

Bruce gazed into your eyes and said in the most matter-of-fact tone that the words were almost hammered into your head. “There is, and denying it won’t make what we have go away.” 

You leaned back in your seat and deflated. 

“Why would I ever be with you?” You ask softly. 

He didn’t need to think of a response. He knew the answer the moment he accepted that he loved you in ways that would see his soul damned in every major religion. 

“Because I’m the only one who could ever give you everything you want and need.”

“And why would I take anything you would give me?”

It was his turn to be shaken. He pushed himself away from his desk and swiveled his office chair to face yours. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Show me why I should.”

Bruce didn’t beg. It was always the other way around in his life and he wouldn’t start now. 

That was a lie.

He reached for your hand and grasped it before you could pull away. He traced the back of your hand with a deceptively smooth thumb that didn’t bely his nightly activities. 

“The things I feel for you scares me.” His voice was so low, so vulnerable. This goliath of a man was nearly bowing at your feet. Now was a pivotal moment and he knew he could lose you.

He gently tugged you into his arms and caressed your hair. “You hold all of the power here. You have all the cards, and you can do whatever you want to me.” He kisses the crown of your hair and lightly traces your profile with reverent fingers, undeserving of the touch. “You could break what’s left of my spirit and there’d be nothing I could do about it.”

He bit his lips and a low growl slipped out as the last of his composure crumbled at your feet, “I’d let you and I’d enjoy every second of it.”

What can you expect: He beats everyone to pulling out your seat at meals. He’s your personal chauffeur and sets aside time for you around his schedule. He changes his schedule for you. You work quietly side by side as he sets aside limitless resources for the causes you’re passionate about. He has personal shoppers for you to deliver "surprises" nearly every day. No more sensationalized relationships and perpetual bachelor image. Bruce releases something of an official announcement that he’ll be dedicating his life to family and his charity work. There are rumors that he already has a special someone who’s camera shy and the world goes crazy when he first steps out with his wedding band. 

You and Tim had reached something almost like friendship. Your relationship was more in his head, though. He figured you were just slow as hell and needed time to catch up. You figured he was delulu.

You liked so many of the same things, had similar takes, and had fun discourse when you actually disagreed. You had a way of making him laugh with the smallest inflection or ruining his day if you didn’t spare him a glance. 

“Y/n, please.”

“No.”

“I’m literally begging.”

“And I’ve never seen anything sadder.”

“I’m literally on my knees.”

“Good thing I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Y/n!” He groaned and scooted on his knees to you who had been stretched out on the couch, taking up all of the space so he couldn’t squeeze in beside you. 

You merely glanced at him, “Pathetic.” and turned back to your tablet.

“What do I need to do?” His voice nearly cracked and you could hear the desperation almost giving way to tears. He would debase himself any way you’d like. Just tell him, and he’d obey. He was a fast learner.

“There’s nothing you can do for me.”

“I can do anything for you!”

“You could never give me what I need.”

“That’s not true!”

“Because I deserve better.”

His hopes nearly died. That was true. You deserved the world and he knew that he had at one time been responsible for almost ending yours.

He lowered his head and whispered softly but the slightest conviction still rang through. “I can be better.”

“I don’t think you’re capable.”

His head shot up to face you, cheeks red and eyes glassy and the words that came sounded like they burned on the way up. “You’re wrong!” It was like a bitter cry coming from a throat raw from screaming.

“Prove it.”

He scooted closer and carefully laid his head on your lap. “I can be better. You do deserve so much more than I can give.” He sniffled and you pretended to be unmoved. “Your laugh, your eyes, your heart. Everything about you is more than the most precious jewels or every piece of evidence that could lock every rogue away for good.”

He took a chance to meet your eyes with his own bloodshot ones that were tinged with mania and determination. “But I’ll show you that I’m the only one who deserves you. I'll show you why I do.”

You can expect: Your world is his now and he won’t be at ease until he’s your world too. You’re officially partners whether you agreed to it or not. He’s aiding in your work and covering any tracks and learning all of your ways. You’re never seen without the other whether you want it or not, and you hate it but he’s endeared himself to you. You want loyalty? Do you want it in tattoo form, scarification, amputation, or blood pact? He’ll follow you straight to hell and guide you into heaven even if he has to invade it first. Lover, soldier, slave, you can get everything wrapped in one little deranged package. Just unwrap.

Jason gets anything he wants. 🥰

[flwrkid14]

You Don't Get to Call Yourself Family (Tim Drake is a Fenton)

part 1 , part 2

It starts with another of Dick’s attempts to be Tim’s Big Brother™.

It’s well-meaning, of course. They’re mid-patrol, crouched on a rooftop, when Dick gently brings it up.

“You know, Tim, we could be family if you’d just let us.”

Tim freezes for a moment, his grip tightening on his grappling gun. But then he exhales, forces himself to focus, and mutters: “I told you. You’re coworkers. That’s it.”

But Dick doesn’t drop it. And when they return to the Cave, the rest of the Batfamily piles on—each in their own way.

Jason: “C’mon, Replacement. Admit it. We’re at least kinda family.”

Damian, sneering: “He’s too much of a coward to acknowledge it.”

Bruce, quiet but insistent: “Tim, this is your home. We are your family.”

And Tim—who’s been holding this in for years—finally snaps.

“Family?!” Tim’s voice echoes through the Cave, sharp and brittle like glass about to shatter. “You think you’re my family?!”

Everyone goes still.

Tim takes a step forward, fury radiating off him in waves. “Let me ask you something—what kind of family depends on a thirteen-year-old to pull their grieving father out of the abyss because no one else could be bothered? What kind of family calls him Replacement and then beats him bloody because he’s not good enough?!”

Jason flinches, but Tim doesn’t stop.

“What kind of family tries to kill him multiple times and laughs it off like it’s a fucking joke?” His eyes land on Damian, who looks like he wants to argue but doesn’t. “And what kind of family stands by and watches it happen and does nothing?!”

The silence is deafening.

Tim’s breath hitches, and he rakes a hand through his hair. “If you’re family, then why—why the hell did you all hurt me so much?”

No one can look him in the eye. Not even Bruce.

Tim’s voice drops, tired and cracked. “I can’t call you family. Because if I did, I’d have to accept that my family treated me like shit. And I already have one family, that loves me—I don’t need another one that makes me feel like I’m nothing.”

He turns on his heel, heading for the exit. “You’re my coworkers. That’s all you’ll ever be, and honestly? It's more than you deserve.”

And then he’s gone.

————

Later, Jazz calls him.

“You okay, Timmers?” she asks gently, voice soft in that way only Jazz can manage.

Tim sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah. I just… lost it at them. Finally told them off.”

Jazz hums thoughtfully. “Good. They needed to hear it.”

Tim doesn’t respond right away, staring at the faint glow of the Batcomputer across the Cave. “Do you think I was too harsh?”

Jazz doesn’t hesitate. “No. You set a boundary. They’ve been pushing it for years. Let them sit with it for a while.”

Tim doesn’t know if he believes her, but he nods anyway. “Thanks, Jazz.”

“Always,” she replies. “Now come home for dinner. Mom’s trying a new ectoplasm casserole recipe, and Danny is threatening to ‘accidentally’ destroy the kitchen again.”

He laughs, already grabbing his things. “Be there in ten.”

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

hide nor hair

Prompt #12 - Desperation | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth & Dustin, Background Steddie | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Somewhere Out There, Dustin Henderson is a Dog With a Bone, Time Jump

1986

Gareth grips the open window, fingers digging into the BMW's interior. He isn't ready to let go, isn't ready for Eddie to leave. He'll never be ready for Eddie to disappear. They've explained it as best they can, but he still can't accept that this is what's happening.

But he knows he has to go, and that's the only bit of comfort Gareth has: Eddie will be far from here. From this town, from these people.

He's never hated Hawkins like he hates it right now. What they nearly did to Eddie, being so goddamn wrong. The hatred, the resentment, twists in his gut.

Jason Carver's dead, and Gareth is happy. His hand throbs just at the thought of him. He deserved it. Eddie didn't.

"Gareth," Eddie says, patting his forearm.

Gareth still can't make himself let go. He may never see Eddie again. That's the deal. 

The tears are burning his eyes, and he feels Jeff's hand on his shoulder. Trying to coax him away from the car. Gareth ignores it.

Steve Harrington is facing forward behind the wheel, like he's trying not to stare as Gareth's meltdown progresses.

He wants to ask if he'll ever see Eddie again, but he wouldn't be able to handle the answer if it's no.

"Gareth," Eddie says, and Gareth lets go. 

Stepping back, he watches the car pull away, eyes on it until it disappears.

Eddie's gone.

He's really gone.

1996

Gareth runs out across the crosswalk, and stops on the other side. Reading the map in his hands. He's not exactly sure which way he's supposed to go next. He thinks the bus stop he's looking for is close. 

It is. He rides it three stops, and climbs out onto the street. Consulting his map again, he thinks the bar is close by. It has to be.

He pulls the wrinkled menu from his back pocket. Reading the address again, as if he hasn't already memorized it.

It's a hole in the wall, six steps down, and Gareth pushes inside. There's a handful of people nursing beers, or eating from baskets of fried food. His eyes dart around, not finding what he was looking for. What he was expecting. 

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe it was misdirected mail, not a clue. 

He still orders a beer and a burger, sitting at a table out of the way.

Finally, he sees a familiar face.

"Henderson," Gareth says, "Did you send this?"

He pushes the menu towards Dustin.

Dustin nods.

"Is he here?" Gareth asks, because that has to be the point. If Dustin Henderson wanted to talk to him, all he had to do was call. There was no need to summon him across the country all cryptic-like.

"He's not," Dustin says, and Gareth slumps. That hadn't actually occurred to him. 

"Then, why?" Gareth asks. "Why here? Why me?"

"I knew you'd help me find them. They really did get off the grid. I didn't think Steve had it in him."

Of course he'll help. But if they haven't seen hide nor hair of them in a decade, he's not sure they ever will again.

"Robin?"

Dustin sighs. "Clearly knows, won't say. I've considered torture, but I know she'd withstand it. Asshole."

Gareth isn't sure what the hell that means, but he's felt that a lot over the past decade.

"You have a plan?" 

Henderson grins. He definitely does.

"I thought I found Steve's car," Dustin says, passing an ad to him. "I met the seller. It wasn't either of them. But I'm ninety percent sure it was Steve's car, it had just changed hands a few times since then."

"Did you—"

"—bought it. Now, we're gonna use it to lead back to them."

They run the classified ad in all the major markets first. The big newspapers. For a week straight. It seems like a long shot, but it'll reach the most eyeballs. It took a long time to pick the right words, the right code, something Eddie would recognize was for him if he happened to see it.

Nothing happens.

They didn't expect that it would.

Then they move to medium markets in cities they could actually imagine Eddie Munson settling in. Still no luck.

On a whim, they submit the ad to The Hawkins Post. They know they aren't in fucking Hawkins. But maybe they are keeping track of town.

The call comes a week later. Dustin puts it on speaker phone.

"How'd you get a hold of my car?" Steve asks by way of greeting, and Dustin is absolutely buzzing. Gareth squeezes his shoulder.

"I bought it. Fair and square," Dustin says. "I'm eating in it, and not wiping the mud off my shoes."

Steve laughs.

Gareth wants to ask about Eddie, it's great they've found Steve Harrington, but that definitely doesn't mean anything to him like it does Dustin.

"Wanna meet up for a test drive?" Steve asks, and Dustin agrees.

Gareth sits in the passenger seat of the car that used to be Steve Harrington's. The last place he saw Eddie Munson before he disappeared without a trace.

They're waiting. Maybe Steve's changed his mind.

Gareth hopes not. He's desperate for this to be the end of the search. 

Then, a hand slides in the car's window, gripping it. Rings gleaming. This hello the reverse of their goodbye.

Eddie squats down, getting eye-to-eye with Gareth.

"Hey, kid," Eddie says, and Gareth takes him in. Harrington is over on the driver's side, berating Dustin for everything he's done wrong with the car, but he can hear the affection there.

"You okay?" Gareth asks, because that's always been his biggest question. Whether or not Eddie made it out the other side okay or not.

Eddie smiles, "Great."

Gareth nods, that's all he could hope for, honestly. Eddie got out of Hawkins, and it didn't destroy him.

"I've missed you," Gareth says, and Eddie reaches in and pats Gareth's cheek.

"Back at ya, kid. Let's catch up, yeah?"

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[eclips-moon]

Batboy's dating younger Reader headcanon

Hey y'all ! So this is my first time writing, please feel free to give your thoughts on the headcanon and if you want I would really appreciate some tips and advice :)

Tim Drake (Robin/Red Robin)

Protective AF: Tim would be a bit obsessed with keeping you safe, like... he already has a big brother vibe, so dating someone younger turns that into overdrive. He’s always checking on you, making sure you’ve eaten, got home safe, etc. Dude’s basically your life manager.

Super Respectful: He would NEVER cross any boundaries, especially knowing that you’re younger. He’s all about giving you space to grow at your own pace, while quietly supporting you from the sidelines.

Overachiever mode: Expect random gifts like "I did your homework for you" or "I hacked into the school system, and you’re now top of the class." He’d be lowkey smug about it but also super sweet, blushing when you thank him.

Jason Todd (Red Hood)

The Rebel with a soft spot: Jason? He’ll tease you about being younger, throwing around nicknames like "kid" or "baby" just to rile you up, but deep down, he’s got this protective instinct that runs DEEP. Anyone messes with you? They're about to meet Red Hood.

Conflicted feelings: Jason’s probably the most worried about the age gap. He’s already got a lot of self-doubt, so he’s constantly overthinking whether he's bad for you or if you deserve better. You’d have to reassure him that you’re all in, age difference and all.

Gentle Giant moments: Under all that sarcasm and tough exterior, Jason’s a softie. When you’re alone, he’s way more affectionate than you’d expect—always making sure you’re okay, wrapping you up in his leather jacket when you’re cold, stuff like that. He has this big-brother energy but romantic vibes creep in, making it all the more intense.

Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Mr. Charming: You think the age difference bothers him? Nah. Dick’s the smooth talker of the Batfam, and he’ll joke about being your "wise older boyfriend," but he takes the relationship seriously.

Casual PDA King: He’s super affectionate. Always sneaking in little kisses on your forehead, holding your hand, or pulling you into his lap when you’re both chilling. He’d lowkey treat you like you’re the most precious person in his world.

Big Brother Mode Activated: Being the oldest of the Batboys, he’s super used to looking after younger siblings. This means he’ll also be extra watchful of you, even when you don’t realize it. He won’t overstep, but his protective side would slip through when he thinks you’re not noticing.

Damian Wayne (Robin)

Denial City: Damian hates admitting he cares for you at first because you’re younger. He’s probably the most resistant to the idea of romance. He’d tell himself (and you) that you’re too immature or inexperienced for a relationship... but his actions say otherwise.

Tsundere Vibes: He’ll brush off anything romantic at first. Compliments? "Tt, don’t be ridiculous." But then he’ll turn around and make sure no one else gets too close to you. If anyone flirts with you, they're getting the classic Damian death glare.

Secret Softie: Eventually, he’d accept his feelings, and when he does, he’s surprisingly thoughtful. Damian may not say "I love you" often, but he shows it through his actions—whether it's training with you, sharing his books, or letting you sit in on his quiet moments with his pets.

[soulless-bex]

dc x pjo where Percy was adopted into the Wayne family at a rather young age (probably not long before he started getting send the country by the gods like some wannabe errand boy, and probably because his mom died in a tragic but completely mundane way. people die all the time, and contrary to popular belief, Sally Jackson is not, in fact, immune to death. she probably will make a great friend out of Persephone though. that’s a problem for future Percy).

he’s taken in around the same time Jason is, probably because they helped each other while on the street (i lied; it’s because Jay saw himself in the little orphan boy with an absentee father who just lost his mom and adopted him on sight. Bruce couldn’t have separated them even if he wanted to), but Jason is at least a few years older than him. the two of them are stupidly close, which means that when Jason dies it doesn’t go over well. Percy’s not dealing with his grief well, Bruce is somehow dealing with his grief even worse that Percy is, everyone is sad and grieving and etcetera, so truly, no one foresees the way Percy would run away over it.

baby Percy is sad and grieving and he just lost his big brother and his dad won’t pull his head out of his ass about it so he goes back to the one other place where he knows he could get support, aka camp half-blood. he completely drops off the map and no matter how hard the bats may try over the years, they can’t seem to find him. he just vanished, and eventually the searches come to an halt, because clearly Percy doesn’t want to be found (they willfully ignore the fact that they are the best detectives in the world and that Percy is a teen with, to their knowledge, barely any training; Percy’s probably dead and none of them are ready to accept that possibility)

obviously, Percy’s missing-ness only adds oil to the fire when Jason gets back, and thus everything that happens with that is much worse and much angstier. he still reconciles with the family (eventually) but the grudge he holds against Bruce for losing Percy sticks and surpasses even the one he held against him for keeping the Joker alive. much angst. his siblings understand, to some level, (not really, most of them never even met Percy, they don’t know him like he did, they don’t understand his grief) and mostly let him be broody by himself. Bruce understands too, but he’s a self flagellating idiot who thinks he deserves this shitty relationships with his son as a punishment for his mistakes and doesn’t do anything about it, never mind that it’s hurting Jason just as much as he’s hurting him.

ANYWAY

years later, after going through two wars, Percy lets himself be convinced by Jason (Grace (his boyfriend (he calls him by his last name because it’s weird even to him to be in a relationship with a guy who shares a name with his dead brother (if you don’t like the ship get lost. this is my prompt and i do what i want)))) to try and reconcile with his family. he’s absolutely not ready (or willing) to deal with Bruce again so with the help of his friends he manages to track down Dick’s address and just. shows up.

Dick about has a heart attack when, as he’s riding off a concussion in his flat or something (i don’t know, i feeled like giving him a concussion just now), his missing brother just shows up at his door with the biggest dog he’s ever seen (Mrs O’Leary is here to provide emotional support (service dog Mrs O’Leary?)) looking both sheepish and vastly uncomfortable

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New Beginnings

AK!JasonTodd X GN!Reader

Nah, I'm so pissed, I started writing this, and I thought I accidentally deleted it, nope! I fucking posted it not once, but twice. This last time I said fuck it and edited it. Generally, I think Tumblr is ragebaiting me, or i just keep accidentally hitting the post button, idk yall.

Mentions of death, pain, and angst, but hey, there's some comfort and fluff in there.

Tonight had been a grueling and painful experience for Jason.

His plans to kill Bruce and helping Scarecrow take over Gotham had all spoiled. He had ended up saving Bruce from Scarecrow, and now he was just downright confused and a bit hellbent over the ordeal.

Now, he silently climbed up the fire escape to your shared apartment. He entered through the unlocked window that led to your shared bedroom, he was quick to close it and lock it behind him.

You were already asleep in bed, wrapped up all cozy in one of his sweatshirts, and a few soft blankets.

Jasons face softened as he saw you. Sometimes, he hated how much he cared about you. You were so gentle with him.

He began to undress. A shower could do him some good.

As he walked by the bed to get to the bathroom, he came over and placed a kiss on your forehead, gently running his fingers through your hair for a brief moment, and then headed into the bathroom.

The warm water soon cascaded down his scalp, quickly rushing down his shoulders.

Jason rubbed his face, just giving himself a minute to stand under the water. He felt awful and confused.

Why did everything have to go to shit?

The shower had only helped so much, jason dried off and got dressed. He knew he shouldn't stay up any longer.

Quietly, he climbed into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

"Hey baby." Yoy murmured, rolling over to wrap your arms around him. He felt tense, his shoulders ridged with stress. "You ok?" You asked.

"No.." he said with a gruff whisper. "I fucked up, like seriously fucked up." He admitted.

"Didn't go well?" You asked.

"Not at all," he admitted. "I was wrong, about bruce, about everything.."

"Sometimes that happens." You mumbled. "But you live and you learn-"

"No, that motto doesn't work here, I could have killed millions of people over the simple fact that I felt like bruce had abandoned me, i-im fucking awful.." he said, his anger and self hatred really shining through.

"Jason, we all make mistakes. I won't lie to you. This one was big. But it's not too late to fix this." You said. "You still have a chance to do some good."

Jason laid there, holding you a bit tighter, thinking over what you had said. "I think it might be time I see someone.." he admitted.

"I think that's a good idea." You said, gently caressing his face.

Jason buried his face into your chest. You could tell he was in so much pain.

"We're gonna get through this." You said gently, carefully caressing his hair.

"It really doesnt feel like it, I fucked up so bad." Jason murmured.

"I know, but no matter what, I'm gonna be here to help you get through this. I love you so much." You said as you pressed your lips to his forehead.

"Fuck, I don't deserve you." He said after a silent moment.

"Jason, don't say that." You said quickly. "Just because you fucked up doesn't mean you dont deserve me. Mistakes happen."

"(Name) answer me this, does anyone you know go out of their way to kill their adopted father and fear toxin a whole city? Does anyone you know fuck up like that? What the hell do you even see in me?!" Jason snapped. He was starting to spiral. Jason let go of you and sat up.

You were quick to follow suit. "Jason, I love you, every single scarred part of you. No one is perfect, no one." You said firmly. "Honestly, I couldn't even begin to express how much I love you. From every little flaw to how much you make me laugh and smile. I accept the scars and mistakes you have made. I know you can heal from this, but that will take time.."

Jason looked at you, his eyes softening slightly. He had a hard time believing he was worth loving. He had tears in his eyes. He was quick to try and wipe them away.

"..I love you more than anything, Jason." You promised, carefully moving closer to wrap your arms around his shoulders. "We're gonna get through this together."

Jason hesitated but then pulled you closer. "Together." He murmured.

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the way that some people talk about jason and batman and the joker is so jarring to me because it relies on some unspoken assumptions that i will never buy into

1. the assumption that taking a life inevitably always makes the person who did it worse. killing someone isn’t always this earth shattering thing that harms the person who does it and fundamentally changes their outlook on things. i guess if you have never met a veteran or someone who survived an armed robbery or any number of other things you might make that mistake, but like some of the people who fought in wwii came home and were normal members of the community and the times that their bullets hit the mark were not necessarily the parts of the war that kept them up at night. these assumptions that once you kill you are wicked and have to feel bad and do this whole show of repentance are insidious. if you are gonna look at all this through the lens of christian morality you should at least be aware that that is what you are doing but you cant have just one character be wicked and unclean because of his actions when the bible says that everyone is wicked and unclean by our nature and all sins are equal. a lot of people object to that view but if thats how you see it batman and jason and the joker are all sinners and are all as bad as each other so at least be consistant about how you apply that moral framework.

2. the assumption that being robin or being taken in and trained by bruce means full agreement with and acceptance of every part of bruce’s personal philosophy on justice and morality. jason was a homeless child and even if all this was explicitly laid out for him he could not have agreed since he needed bruce as a matter of survival. bruce’s ideology is extremely important to him and he can teach it to his children all he wants but they are not beholden to it above all else the way he thinks they should be. jason has to live according to his own beliefs regardless of how unacceptable bruce finds it and it is unfair and hypocritical of bruce to get bent out of shape about it.

3. the assumption that killing is always bad. maybe i have listened to too many episodes of behind the bastards but some people will do significant and appalling damage to others no matter what unless they are dead. those people can’t be allowed to keep causing harm. it isn’t glorious and there is no honor about it but it is right and just that they be stopped. there is no reason to strive for purity or ideological high ground when you can provide a measure of safety and justice to victims and prevent future harm instead.

4. the assumption that bruce didn’t have to answer to jason. parents have a duty to their children and it is my opinion that that duty does not end when the child dies. bruce adopted jason and made himself responsible and accountable for everything that happened to jason under his care. that responsibility was ignored over many instances. i am not going to detail the things that led to jason’s death here but it was not good or effective parenting. after jason’s death the disrespect starts pretty immediately with bruce compromising evidence of his murder in order to preserve his ability to continue as batman and continues with bruce getting rid of pretty much all traces of jason’s presence in his life. he is only spoken of as a mistake, a lost cause, or a cautionary tale and is assigned blame for his own death, a death that batman never bothered to fully investigate since he was buried next to the woman who led him into the trap. a new kid is endangered and the joker and batman both continue doing whatever they want as if jason’s life only matters for the way it affects them. bruce needs to answer for all of this, as his son jason has a right to expect more from his father. now the extent to which that extends can be debated but it is clear to me that jason deserved better from bruce.

conclusion: killing is accepted in society in certain circumstances, you may or may not agree with this but self defense laws and even things like jury nullification exist because people knew there should be some wiggle room since no one could have the full context of every situation that would ever arise. ending a life is not normal or ideal but it is not an unfathomably rare experience and it does not always weigh on the person who does it. bruce has never to my knowledge killed someone so he has no idea how he would actually respond but that still isn’t even what jason was asking him to do. all he had to do was be present and not move and he would have been the only parental figure who didn’t let jason down.

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Pt 4 of the Danny is Tim's 99th attempt at cloning Kon. A 3 year old Danny finally meets his not dead anymore template.

[Pt 3: here] [Pt 5:Here]

Danny is so nervous he feels like he's going to throw up. His Template, who was dead and now isn't, is coming over to meet him. He knows his dad wouldn't let the guy near if he thought he'd react poorly to Danny, and Danny is excited about maybe having an adult (barely, technically, since he's 18) to help him figure out his new alien heritage, but he's still scared shitless. He wants this to go well so badly.

"Danny," Tim sighs in fond exasperation, "Come here, sweetheart."

Danny floats himself into dad's lap, tucking himself to his chest.

"Kon has been just as nervous to meet you." Tim kisses the top of Danny's head, just before Danny turns a wide-eyed look towards him. "He's the sweetest himbo and has been gushing about meeting you, but he's terrified you won't like him."

"Rweally?"

"Yeah, one of his deepest desires and deepest traumas is his want of family. But he doesn't want to pressure you into accepting any sort of relationship with him." Tim explains before cracking a sardonic smile. "Which is a big mood. I'm pretty sure most of the younger heroes have imposter syndrome."

"Why?"

"For many reasons. Kon was, and sometimes still is, discriminated against and frankly abused for being a clone. I forced my way into the Wayne family and was repeatedly told I didn't belong. Jason never had a stable life. Damian was a rape baby and raised in the LoA til he was 10. Dick was kicked out by Bruce once he aged out of fostering age. Jason's "not" boyfriend, Roy, was shunned for developing a drug habit after gaining significant trauma." Tim lists off. "A lot of the younger heroes couldn't lean on the adults in their lives, and it leaves scars. We've all found our footing, and deserve everything good we have in our lives, but the feeling of unworthiness is hard to escape."

Danny hugs his dad around the neck. He knew some of this dad and co lore, but it makes him sad each time. No one in his new family family has had easy lives, but are still so nice.

Tim suddenly looks mischievous, "All that to say, Kon has been texting me all morning about what he should wear, do I actually think you'll like him, if he should bring a gift or would you think he's bribing you to like him-"

"Tim!" A guy whines as he enters. He's wearing a leather jacket over a band t-shirt and black jeans. He clothes don't hide how he's shredded and probably 6 inches, at least, taller than Tim. He's holding a puzzle box and looks flustered and embarrassed.

"It's true!" Tim grins at the newcomer, before adjusting his angle to give Danny a slightly better view. "Danny, this is Kon, your DNA donor. Kon, this is my- our son, Danny."

Danny shyly waves as a blushing Kon sputters and protests Tim's choice of introductions.

"What? I did all the work, you just provided the DNA. Maybe if there's a next time, I'll let you help." Tim teases, and is hilariously oblivious to the gutter Danny can see Kon's mind drop into.

Danny has found his dad to be absolutely oblivious to anytime someone is into him, outside of Ra's. Danny watched so many people try to shoot their shot, and Tim cluelessly rebuff them. Danny thought he was doing it on purpose at first, but soon realized, no, his dad just has low self-esteem and truly doesn't think anyone finds him desirable. It's as funny as it is sad.

"So mean." Kon pouts before holding up the puzzle box for Danny to see the design. It's a thousand piece nebula puzzle. "I ended up getting you this puzzle. Tim- Your dad told me you love space and are super smart, so I thought you'd enjoy this puzzle."

Danny blinks, looking between the barely adults, before deciding to be funny. He says in his gravest voice. "So you chose bribery."

Danny gets the glorious view of Kon's face dropping in shock. Tim is literally shaking as he tries not to laugh, knowing Danny is pulling the guy's leg. The Drakes let him flounder for a moment, trying to find a response to that, before Danny can't help giggling, which pushes Tim over the edge and start cackling, startling Kon into silence.

"You should have seen your face!" Tim wheezes.

Kon gets a dopey look on his face. "You're just messing with me."

Danny nods with a grin. He wiggles to be put down, which Tim complies with, still giggling. Danny trots up to his template.

"You're silly." Danny informs him before holding his arms up and demanding. "Up!"

Kon quickly sets the puzzle on an end table near him before picking Danny up. He looks a little nervous when Danny stares hard at his face. "Um?"

Danny takes in all the shared features between them, some harder to see with the 16 year age difference, but it's sort of soothing to see. He gets distracted when he notices Kon's piercings, gasping and taking a closer look.

"How!?" He excitedly, but gently grabs Kon's ear piercings. Danny had gotten similar ear piercings when he was a ghost, and he misses them, but figured he wasn't going to be able to get them done in this body. It being nearly indestructible and all.

"Oh, my piercings?" Danny nods, leaning forward to take a closer look. "I'm sure you noticed it's hard to hurt us, but there's a rock called kryptonite, and depending on the colour, different things can happen."

"I thought kryptonite just hurt?" Danny asks, pulling back to look at Kon's face.

"It can. Green kryptonite is the most common, and it will hurt you. It turns off your powers and slowly poisons you, and if not taken away quickly, can kill us. Gold kryptonite is the rarest type and will permanently remove kryptonian abilities and usually leaves permanent injuries. So please do your best to avoid those types." Kon explains, "Red kryptonite should probably also be avoided, it makes kryptonians angry and turns off your inhibitions, but it won't technically hurt you to be exposed to it. The last colour I know of is blue. Blue kryptonite doesn't harm you or mess with your mental abilities. It just turns off all of your kryptonian abilities for however long it touches your skin. I have a blue kryptonite necklace I wear whenever I want tattoos or piercings."

Danny turns pleading eyes to his dad. "Can I get ear piercings??"

Danny can't help, but notice an infatuated smile on Tim's face before the man huffs a laugh and walks over. He runs a hand through Danny's hair.

"If you still want them when you're 5, I'll let you." Tim hums, "I don't want it to be an impulsive decision, and people will be less weird about a five year old getting their ears pierced. You might still get weird looks since you're a boy, but that's their problem, not yours."

"Okay!" Danny cheers. He hasn't told his dad about his past life/afterlife, so he can understand the hesitance over letting 3 year old get a body mod, even if it's just a single set of ear piercings, on what seems like a whim. He's honestly surprised he only has to wait til he's 5. Tim can be a bit of a helicopter parent, but then again, Tim really wants Danny to be his own person, never once shaming him for not fitting into a mold.

His aunts and uncles and grandpa have all made comments when they think he can't hear about how different or similar he is to Kon. Or when he shows gender non-conforming interests. Tim gets mad at them anytime he realizes Danny heard them. He doesn't want Danny to feel bad about any of it. Siting that "no shit" there's going to be similarities and differences, that's how children work, clone or not, and how gender is a social construct. He usually starts picking apart all of his siblings' behaviors at that point, pointing out what they inherented from Bruce, what is trauma born, and what's uniquely their's so he assumes they're from their respective parents, as well as all the things they do that don't fall under what society thinks their gender should do. It's funny, but also very nice. Danny loves his dad.

The true question right now, though, is: will he love, or even just like, his template? Danny doesn't hate what he's heard and seen so far, but actual fondness or affection needs time.

"How about we head to the gym?" Tim says, "Kon can show you some of his powers."

"Can I fly higher?" Danny isn't allowed to fly more than 4 feet in the air. Which is annoying, but fair. Again, he's 3.

"Only if you stay in arm's reach of Kon when you do."

"Okay!!" Danny cheers, purposely flailing around. Kon's hold on him tightens slightly to make sure he doesn't fall, but it's not painful. Another point to the DNA donor. That's about five in his favour during this interaction alone.

"Already flying, little man?" Kon grins.

"Yeah!"

"He figured out how to fly before how to run." Tim chuckles, "Now he does both any chance he gets. It keeps things lively."

"I imagine." Kon's grin turns a little gooey, before letting himself float and zip to the gym. "Let's have so fun!"

Danny can't help his chuckles. Kon flies there faster than Danny's allowed currently. It's fun!

Danny also can't help but notice Tim isn't in a rush to catch up. Meaning Tim fully trusts Kon with Danny's life. That's a trust that took the rest of the family months to gain, even though Tim knew they wouldn't hurt him. Danny isn't sure what to make of that knowledge, but it definitely makes him more inclined to like his template.

And by dinner time, Danny does genuinely like the guy. He respects everything Tim and Danny have to say, shows Danny a bunch of fun tricks with their powers, and let's Danny lead their games. He's fun, nice, and most importantly, not creepy. He clearly likes his dad in a more than friends way, but is hesitant to act on it, clearly not wanting to fuck up with either Tim or Danny.

Unfortunately for Danny, he can see Tim likes Kon back, but his dad is an idiot and doesn't realize it. So now he has to figure out how to get his dad to realize he's into his template without it being weird.

But really, what was Danny expecting? Trying to clone your "best friend" a hundred times isn't exactly hetero behavior. He decides he's going to enlist Uncle Damian and Uncle Jason. It's for his dad's own good at this point.

He also debates on if he's going to try to parent trap them. He likes Kon, but he doesn't know him well enough to commit to the bit just yet. He'll decide later, once he knows more.

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If the batfam were the seven deadly sins , which one would each of them be

Ooooo I LOVE this question! Thank you so much for asking!

The BatBoys as the Seven Deadly Sins

word count: 650~ warnings: none I've been reading Ana Huang's Kings of Sin series so this is mildly inspired by that. This is the worst of the BatBoys, and who they turn into if left unchecked.

Bruce Wayne: Greed

Greed describes an excessive desire and insatiable longing for more, even when one's needs are already met.

Greed can be for material wealth, power, status, etc.

Bruce's greed comes from the desire to better Gotham and the belief that he's the only one who can do it.

He's a workaholic, addicted to the job and the power that comes from the Batman title.

At his worst, Bruce can be power-hungry, prepared to dismantle other heros to ensure the world is secure.

While his material wealth is shared to charity, it doesn't stop him from wanting to become more powerful and stronger to be a better hero.

No matter how many villains he defeats, he desires for more action, more gratification, and more villains to put away.

He will never rest even when his job is done.

Dick Grayson: Lust

While often associated with sexual desire, lust describes an excessive craving for something to the point of being uncontrollable.

At his worst, Dick craves affection, he craves attention, and he craves freedom.

He will do anything for validation and the love that comes from others.

He aims to please, even at the cost of himself and his own needs.

His lust is disordered as he craves love with little regard to his own boundaries.

He aches for touch, laughter, praise, and human connection, and he'll all but destroy himself in order to satitate that desire.

Jason Todd: Wrath

Wrath is described as uncontrollable anger, rage, or hatred; a desire for vengeance.

Wrath can cloud the mind and lead to a loss of reason, a loss of self-control, and a loss of humanity.

At his lowest point, Jason is blinded by his rage and lets it destroy his life and his loved ones.

His wrath will corrupt his senses until all he sees is his next target.

At his worst, Jason forgets morals and values to become the monster everyone believes he is.

Why bother fighting the rage if everyone just thinks you're going to lose anyway?

He'll let the pit take over until he blacks out so he doesn't even have to feel guilty about the people he's hurting.

He's sure they deserve it anyway.

Tim Drake: Envy

Envy is described as a resentment or sadness for someone else's good fortune and the want to have that for oneself.

Envy is rooted in insecurity and the fear that another person's success will erase one's own.

At his worst, Tim hates the successes of those around him.

He hates how perfect Dick is, how much Jason gets away with, and how much everyone defends Damian.

He hates that he will never feel like he fits into the family the same way the others do.

He was never chosen, he had to force his way into the family when his own didn't even want him.

And if they're here, that means there's no space for him anymore.

He's no longer needed.

He's invisible.

He envies that no one else feels this way.

Damian Wayne: Pride

Pride is described as the excessive love of one's own excellence which leads them to prioritize their own wants and desires.

Damian has always been stubborn and self-obsessed.

He was a well-bred, well-trained assassin.

He was groomed for the mantle and perfect for the title, no one else could ever compare to his own skillset.

He's the perfect robin, the blood heir, and the true son of Batman.

He's a king among men.

At his worst, his hubris will lead him to discredit those around him.

He must be perfection, and no one else could ever teach him how to be better unless they were the best.

Even so, Damian will become better, until he overcomes everything and becomes the best, the golden child.

He has to be.

No one will accept him otherwise.

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How would Jason and Dick react to their smol fem!s/o squishing their face into their thick tiddies like that meme* with giggles?

Dick

Would only think that he wasn’t close to you for his own liking and nuzzled his face further into your chest, making noises similar to that of a purring cat.

He just loves being close to you however he can, sexual or not, and values it no matter what as he found physical touch between the two of you rather relaxing, calming and therapeutic as it was a form of affection that required the least amount of words.

Not that he hates talking, no, sometimes he values the quieter moments shared between the two of you and live in the moments where you are existing in the same space and are just happily living.

‘You enjoying yourself there?’ You asked as you ran your fingers through his hair, amused.

‘Suffocation is an acceptable death, anyone who says otherwise are cowards. Write that on my gravestone babe, it’ll be put into debate for the future generations to decipher what it means.’ Dick murmurs as his mind was in a state of pleasurable bliss and a smile spread wide across his face, the warmth of your skin was addicting and he even dared to press some appreciative kisses against your chest.

You chuckled. ‘I’ll try but I’d much rather have you alive to enjoy moments like these in the future.’

‘You’re suffocate me with your chest more often?!’ Dick asked, lifting his head from your chest to look at you with wide eyes, you scoffed and shoved his face back into your chest, only to feel the appreciative kisses being peppered against your skin.

‘Just enjoy the moment dickie bird, enjoy the moment.’ You replied, fingers running through his hair as soon enough drifted into a peaceful slumber.

Jason

He loved any and every chance to be affectionate with you, but for you to push his face into your chest? He’s frozen for a brief moment as his mind tries to catch up as to what he did to deserve this treatment.

He couldn’t and would try to ask you whether it was okay for his face to be in your tiddies, as if you weren’t the one who shoved his face in that specific area in the first place; he wants you to be comfortable with him being shoved in those places as your comfort was more important than his own.

Which you’d contradict and say that his comfort was your priority and more important and that you were more than happy to have his face shoved into your chest; you wouldn’t done so if you weren’t comfortable with him being there.

So Jason will gradually react and hum in content as he closes his eyes, taking in how he could hear your heart beating, feel you breath in and out, how warm you were against him. He finds it grounding and soothing for his mind to feel you alive in such simple ways as these. He’ll lock his arms at your waist and hold you close, his face burrowed into your chest as he breathed you in deeply and feeling deeply comforted.

‘You okay there Jason?’ You asked softly, not wanting to disturb this peace that Jason had made for himself.

‘I love feeling everything that reminds me that you’re alive, that you’re safe.’ Jason replied with sincerity, making your heart melt and a smile blossom across your face.

‘Does it comfort you jay birdie?’ You ask again, wanting Jason to feel nothing but comforted within your embrace, remembering this for future reference should you need to comfort him on the fly.

‘Very, thank you for allowing me into your heart chipmunk.’ Jason says as he kissed the middle of your chest, before resting his forehead there as he once again thanks whatever higher power for granting him you.