#misunderstandings

[touchofhemlocktea]

Ok I love the direction of the reblogs, but I have an idea of why Jason reacted the way he did.

He cannot bring himself to think of himself as dead.

You see, he thought of himself as dead at his worst, when he first came back as red hood.

But he got better, in his mind, kinda.

So this meta, and it has to be a meta, telling him he's still partially dead?

It's triggering all sorts of ptsd.

The batfamily is too caught up in their own shit to actually think about what is going on.

Danny is too caught up in his protective instincts to think about anything but his mission.

Sam might realize it once she actually thinks about it, but she's too angry for that.

You need Jazz or Tucker, listening to all sides and realizing that maybe some things need addressed.

Au where Jason isn't angry because the Lazarus Pit is really gross ectoplasm thats stuck in his body but because he's a baby halfa with pretty much no ectoplasm in his environment and he's just really really hangry.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Do you have any fun fics where Derek learns a hobby? Poor guys needs something to do!

Yeah.

Because Maybe by bleep0bleep 

(1/1 I 2,115 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek is a kindergartner teacher on summer vacation, wanting to pick up a hobby. He puts out a Craigslist ad looking for someone to give him guitar lessons.

Stiles only knows how to play Wonderwall and finds Derek's ad in the m4m section of Craigslist. He thinks he's scored a hot date.

Derek The Craft Guru by literaryoblivion

(1/1 I 2,848 I General I Sterek)

He’s not quite sure why he started watching these videos.

No, wait. That’s a lie. He knows. It’s because Lydia told him he needed to get a hobby, and Stiles decided to take her literally to prove to her that he can totally have a hobby and can be awesome at it.

Except he is so not awesome at it.

So he goes to YouTube to learn and finds Derek.

Somebody Else's Lake by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 3,205 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek loves to go mermaiding as a hobby, he goes out every morning to get a little peace and solitude in the water... he just never expected to be followed home by an actual mermaid- or .. er... merman

Parallax by uraneia

(1/1 I 10,549 I Explicit I Sterek)

Parallax: noun. The effect whereby the position or direction of an object appears to differ when viewed from different positions, e.g., through the viewfinder and the lens of a camera.

With the pack (and Stiles) starting college, Derek is bored. He needs a hobby--or a job. Which is how he comes to model for Alpha Studios.

He just never thought Stiles would end up working there too.

The Sun Comes Crashing In by pinetreelady

(1/1 I 17,273 I Explicit I Sterek)

Coming back to the moment, the guy says, "So, you got a plan for all your canning? A big family, or lots of friends and co-workers?"

"Not really," Derek says wryly. "It's a ... new hobby, I guess, and I got a little carried away." A little, he thinks, that's a laugh. Hugely carried away, is more like it. "I have way, way more than I know what to do with."

"Happens," the guy says, smiling into his eyes. Derek's heart skips a beat as the eye contact lasts a second longer than it maybe should. "I'm Stiles, by the way," he says, holding out a hand.

Derek shakes his hand, has to remind himself to let go. "Derek," he answers, and feels his ears warm up.

OR

A story in which Derek makes jam and pines, and Stiles and his dad have a farm.

According To You by inhystereks 

(1/1 I 23,087 I Teen I Sterek)

“Make it your new hobby,” Stiles said mischievously, “Listen to the weirdest podcasts you can find in your free time. Dental podcasts. Pasta lovers podcasts. Podcasts for water bottle enthusiasts. Podcasts for men determined to have sex with cacti.”

Derek caved and burst into laughter at the last one. “Please tell me that’s not actually a podcast you had to transcribe for.”

Stiles grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “You’ll never know,” he sing-songed.

[maxestie]

Charles: The kids didn't eat their sandwiches.

Max, on a work call, too distracted with anything to pay attention to Charles except nodding: Yeah, OK, just throw them out.

Charles, grabbing Max's bicep: Are you sure—?

Max: Uh, yeah.

Charles: Oh...?

*few hours later*

Charles, helping the rookies and oscar with their suitcases: Look, I'm just as surprised as you are.

[touchofhemlocktea]

So Dick isn't as much of a man whore as bruce but he does get around.

It's not inconceivable that he had a fling if there's 3-4 same-ish age children there, minus dani of course.

Jazz and the baby Talons

The tiny Talons were clones of Dick Grayson, and Jazz had no idea how to explain them! She just found them in her room after Dani brought them to her.

She found them and saved the fellow clones! Like a good big sister!

Jazz wasn't sure what to say, but she took the clones with her and took care of them.

Dani seemed to love the idea of being a big sister, and Jazz didn't really want to return the children.

Dick was pretty confused as he saw the red-haired women with baby Grayson's in the Social Media. They look like him, but baby? Something is wrong with the Batcomputer

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

I Can Take It: Snap

(Prev)

~

Stupid, stupid! How could he have lashed out at Griddex like that? It wasn’t Grid’s fault. How could he have known grabbing his cape would set him off when Grav himself hadn’t even known? The fabric pulling taut around his throat had ignited the burst of panic with such blindsiding speed, he didn’t stand a chance of masking it before it came out sideways, shooting shrapnel at his unsuspecting, innocent brother. He hadn’t even stopped to hear him out, let him apologize.

He had an apology of his own to make as soon as his lesson was over, Grav swore, the promise marked by another lash of Sliver’s tail across his wrist for being so distracted. The new welts were only a glancing sting compared to the memory of Grid shrinking back, anxious and uncertain. He was never supposed to put that look on any of his brothers’ faces. He was supposed to be better. He had to make it better.

He only narrowly remembered to double check his gloves were pulled firmly over his forearms before hurrying to the common room. “Grid, hey, I need to talk to you.”

“Hello to you too, bro,” Blob snorted, earning a brief, nervous smile before Grav refixed his attention on Grid, who was slouched back on the couch, leveling a rather flat, empty stare at him. It wasn’t as bad as his face on the rooftop but still…unsettling.

“Can we talk?” he ventured again, gesturing tentatively with the arm that didn’t throb in the hopes that they could go somewhere more private. “Are you busy?”

“What’s it look like?”

“Uh—”

“How busy can I be on the back burner? Of course I’ll come and go whenever and wherever you please,” Grid spat, something in the armrest creaking ominously under his hand as he shoved himself upright.

“W-What are you talking about? If you are busy, I guess it can wait—”

“Oh, no, no, I’m at the great leader’s beck and call! What else can I be? What else are teammates for but to ride your coattails?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“S’not like we grunts are destined for greatness like Graviturtle! And y’know what, I’ve never been under any illusion that I was, but you let me believe—” He swatted a hand at Blob, who flinched back. “You let him believe you really thought we were good for more than just your orders and then you go and tell Dad that I’m—that we’re not enough?!”

“What?! No! I never said that!” Aghast, Grav could only risk half a second’s glance to note Blob’s widening eyes before stammering, “Grid, come on, you should know I would never…!”

“Never what? What else am I supposed to think when you go lookin’ to be trained without us? Sayin’ your subordinates aren’t ready to be on your level?”

Grav’s everything lurched as Grid loomed challengingly over him. “W-Where did you hear that…?” he breathed, tremulous.

Wrong response. Griddex’s split second attempt to mask the hurt looked almost as wrenching as the hurt itself before he shook it off with a grating scoff. “Listen, I know I’m nothin’ special.”

“That’s not true—!”

“No, don’t start panderin’ now! I know I’m nothin’ special but I would’ve figured watchin’ your back day in and day out in the field or even just bein’ family, I would’ve earned the right for you to be straight with me! If you just told me to my face that I wasn’t good for movin’ up in the world, I would’ve got the point, but there you went tellin’ me all this was Dad’s idea, that he thinks you need the improvement. You tried to convince me I didn’t want it—like you have the authority to tell me what I want! And for what? Sparin’ feelings in the moment? Newsflash, bro, lyin’ to all of us is worse. Are we really so beneath you that we don’t even get the truth?”

“No! You’re not beneath me, I’ve never thought that! You’re—” Grid caught one of the placating hands he had lifted and the shing of pain on contact broke his voice. Reflexive tears budded instantly. Even so, he didn’t resist his hold. Still. Limp. Quiet. Not his fault, he doesn’t know. He can’t know. When he continued, it was in a whisper. “You’re my heroes.”

Grid’s grip eased up ever so slightly at that but his grim expression didn’t budge. “Did you ask Sliver to hold us all back? Yes or no?”

“I-I—”

The trouble alert blared to life, making him jump. Grid hung his head. Blob was churning, audible even through the alarm.

“Gear up, guys,” Shelle called over the P.A. “We’ve got Terrorkinetics downtown.”

“…Sir, yes, sir,” Grid muttered.

Biting his inner cheek against what could have been a cough or a sob, Grav speed-walked toward the elevator as soon as he was released, tucking his arm into the safe shroud of his cape.

~

(Next)

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny wakes up in a cage in the Batcave as a human and thinks to himself “well that’s not a good sign.”

Big bad bat encountered him in the caves near the Batcave by finding him half dunked in the Lazarus pits under Gotham during a routine check. He put the boy in a cage as a precaution, but was otherwise planning on investigating then returning him to his rightful place.

Danny does not know that.

He proceeds to search his pockets (phase his hand into his body disguised as reaching into his pockets) and pulls out a tool kit, systematically disassembles, exits, then reassembles the cage.

And walks out.

Now the bats are hunting the streets for this engineering escape artist while Danny is just hanging out at a newsstand reading up on the universe Clockwork had sent him to check out.

"Woah! What happened here?" Duke gasps from the staircase. He is wearing his school uniform, but upon checking his backpack, he realizes his chemistry textbook is missing, likely somewhere in the Batcave after his latest monitor duty.

He had been multitasking by shooting out questions to the rest of the bats as they patrolled. Due to an injured wrist, Duke had been benched from his regular day shift (Jason offered to cover for him), and watching screens had been the only way Bruce had been willing to let him participate.

That quickly became boring, however, since Oracle was much faster than he was, and Duke had a tough time focusing on screens. He's never been one to enjoy too much screen time - he didn't have the attention span for it.

This meant that Duke had not been in the cave for the past three nights, after he struck a deal with Bruce to let him catch up on some much-needed rest instead, provided he could continue his civilian work during the day.

Imagine his surprise to find the Batcave in disarray, with almost everything taken apart, piece by piece, including the Batcomputer and the dinosaur. Bruce, Damian, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Cass were currently attempting to gather the pieces and reassemble everything, which seemed hard given all the little pieces that had shattered about.

"Some kid with a screwdriver," Jason grunted, holding up various nails towards the light. In front of the anti-hero were five distinct piles of nails and bolts, each separated by type and size, which he carefully sorted from a large bucket.

"What?"

Tim looked up from a mountain of wires, some of which were dropped over his shoulders, around his head, and a few were entangled with his leg, as he tried to untangle everything. He looked as crazed as he did the year he decided he was going to put up all the Christmas lights by himself, only to realize how large Wayne Manor really was. "Two nights ago, we found a civilian unconscious in cave sector T-Y13. He was practically radioactive with Lazarus pits water, so Bruce had the bright idea to put him in a cage as a precaution. The civillain woke up while Bruce was away so he couldn't explain that he was not kidnapped, realized he was in a cage, and deassimbled it with a tool set he pulled from his ass-"

"Tim. Laugauge" Dick scolds, leanign over metal tubes to cover Damian's ears. The twelve-year-old huffs, but doesn't shake off Dick's hands as he stares at a different buckets of lightbults, sorting them like Jason was doing to the nails.

It was a little darker than what Duke was used to.

"-And then, he decided to reassemble the cage once he was out." Tim continued as if he weren't interrupted, nodding his head to the only part of the cave that looked normal. The contamination unit seemed to shine in the untouched spotlights. "Then the civilian had the bright idea to take apart everything in the cave. He systematically disassembled everything and mixed up the pieces. The only things he left alone were the railings!"

"It's pretty impressive," Bruce praises. He was checking over technology boards with a critical eye. A headlight strapped to his forehead shines brightly on the pieces as he smiles. "I wonder where he is now."

"If he has any brains, he's probably applying for a position with a pit crew in NASCAR," Cass laughs, picking up different boards of metal. "He took the whole place apart in less than twenty minutes."

"He even got the Batpens" Dick sighs. "Why was he so passive-aggressive about pulling out the pen's springs?"

"If I woke up in a cage, after unfair imprisonment, I would also cause my captors as much grief as possible," Damain comments casually. "We are lucky he decided to leave nothing harmful behind."

"He just took everything else!" Steph's voice calls out from a dark patch of the cave. Duke knows it's in the direction of the showers and the changing room. "Does anyone see any shower heads over there? The kid took them off every shower!

"I have one!" Cass calls back, holding up an item in her hand. "Are any pipes missing? There are five long metal cylinders that I can't figure out what they are for."

"No, he left the pipes along, but I think he took the mirrors and the door."

"Which door?" Bruce yells back. There is a moment of silence before Steph replies.

"All of them! "

"Of course. That's what these ones are for." Jason says in an Ah-ha voice, holding up a few black bolts. "They're the ones from the shower heads!"

Duke stares, then sighs. He lets his backpack slide off his shoulders, landing on the stairs with a thump. Looks like he's calling in sick to school again.

Rolling up his sleeves, he moves over to Cass and helps her lift the long cylinders she had mentioned. "Do we know anything about this civilian?"

"Before he took the Batcomputer apart, we were able to get that he wasn't in any of the local government records. He isn't from Gotham or this state." Bruce says while carefully placing pieces back on a large computer board with a pair of tweezers. "My guess, he's not going to be in any system, either."

"Why?"

Bruce looks up, his eyes shining. "His DNA matched eighty-five percent with Themyscira's genetic make-up. No proof of cloning either. We may just have a genius male Themysciran on our hands."

Duke didn't like how excited Bruce sounded when he made that statement. He opens his mouth to snap, "You can't adopt him, Bruce!"

It's validating that his voice wasn't the only one that said it, but that it echoed by literally everyone else in the cave. Bruce purses his lips but doesn't agree or disagree with the accusation as he turns back to his computer board.

Duke hears him mutter under his breath, but he's too far away to figure out what he said.

"How long do you think this will take us to put back together?" He asks Cass as they compare metal pieces- he's holding a triangle-looking thing that he can't figure out where it came from.

She kicks aside a circular metal slate, raising a brow at him, then nodding her head toward the left side of the cave. Duke turns to look in the direction of the third Robin, who was wiggling around.

"What are you!?" Tim screams at a blue wire, shaking it like he was strangling someone's neck. Somehow, in the time Duke looked away from him, Tim had his right arm tied to his left knee, with a red wire thread running through his shirt, and his right leg was no longer visible because the rest of the wire pile had consumed it.

"Oh, so it's going to be a few hours," Duke sighs as Cass nods sadly.

"Does anyone have any eyes on the light switches?" Dick yells out. "Damian and I almost have all the pieces to turn the lights back on."

"Oh gods -He took the lockers!" Steph screams in angst. "I had a snack stash in there!"

[phiniusandjelly]

Vaguely inspired by that one post where Danny gets summoned by the JL and keeps throwing his shoes and stuff at them bc HE might not be able to leave the summoning circle but his clothes sure can!

I think the twist for that was that the circle doesnt effect him at all because hes a halfa and he was just goofing with the JL.

But imagine if the summoning and containment WORKED.

Like, he gets summoned and its startling, but once he realizes hes been summoned hes mostly annoyed.

Its a school night! He has work to do! Sure he wasnt DOING it, but it was still a possibility!

And hes trying to banter with the JL. Which for him just means being vaguely-obnoxious-but-somewhat-charming.

But then he tries to leave.

Maybe hes worried about his friends reaction to seeing him disappear.

Maybe the JL are saying some anti ghost/demon/whatever they think he is nonsense.

Maybe he changed his mind about doing that homework.

But either way, it doesnt work.

He drags his hand along the edge of the spell. It doesnt give, and he realizes hes not sure what this spell is supposed to do.

Its all along the floor beneth him, he cant fly through the floor.

He tries to get away from the walls and floor, worried whatever spell makes up the container can be triggered to hurt him or brainwash him or SOMETHING.

Its not his best guest, but he has never been summoned before, at least not with this type of barrier, and he doesnt know what to expect.

He barely gets a few feet off the ground when he hits the spells invisible roof.

And he is trapped.

And now this fourteen year old child is caged in a room with clearly dangerous adult strangers.

After hes been more or less kidnapped.

He’s suddenly regretting insulting them.

And its not his first time beimg kidnapped. Or his first time being in danger in general (obviously).

but its usually some ghost! Or Vlad “Loser, I hardly know her!” Masters!

Both of whom explain literally everything they plan in long ass evil monologues! It usually takes danny five minutes tops to learn their entire life story Dr Doofenshmirtz style!

He knows most of them personally! They hang out sometimes! Heck! even the local ghost hunters are either literally related to him or someone he’s dated!

He knows their powersets, their strengths, their weaknesses.

Most importantly, he knows their goals

But now hes trapped. In a room of clearly superpowerd strangers. With magical abilities strong enough to trap him for real.

And has no idea what they want

And Danny just freezes up

This could be super angsty if the JL were told that he was evil and think his panic + young features are only done to manipulate them.

You can also add angst with a language barrier/translation issue

I imagine the JL would be trying to get information about ghosts/ are trying to get someone to fight a villain they can’t defeat

Its going to scare the shit out of Danny either way- like imagine fourteen year old you gets kidnapped by strangers and they start asking you about your weaknesses or say they will only let you out if you agree to fight this monster.

And if Danny doesnt know this villain or how tf hes going to fight them he might feel like hes being sent off to get his ass kicked.

I can just imagine Danny being told he has to fight this supervillain and being like “…if i like..die…trying to fight this guy…what are you going to do with my body? Like will you send me home? Cause my family will freak if my corpse is teleported into the living room”

JL would not be happy about any of his responses.

Im begging someone to write this please have a nice day

[evannotoven]

Desiderium | IVANTILL

Ongoing, Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12/?, Words 9k: Friends to Lovers, Emo!Till, Jock!Ivan, College Au, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings

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Ivan had never experienced love before. Usually, his crushes were short and fleeting, but with Till… It was different. Ivan thought throughout his entire life, his sister would be the only person to truly understand him. But when Till came along, he made Ivan feel new to the language that made up his entire being. Like translating text over and finding nuances to words you never would have known beforehand. Until someone took a close look at you and appreciated you in full. After only a few months together, Ivan doesn’t remember where he began or where Till ended anymore. They were emulsified.

Everyone thinks Till and Ivan are dating, which is impossible when Till is in love with Mizi. Hijinks Ensue.

[littlediscoveredstars]

Headcanon that Jim Gordon used to think Dick’s real name was just Robin. It’s not an unusual name honestly, and there’s nothing particularly bird about his outfit, so Gordon thought nothing more about it when they first met.

Gordon: “Uh, kid, this is a crime scene-“

Dick, hands on his hips (and no pants):“My name is Robin!”

Gordon catches Batman’s frown and assumes it’s because Robin isn’t being careful enough about his name.

But time goes on and no one finds out where the kid lives, so Gordon lets it slide. He’s a cute kid, if a little intense, but it’s fun to watch him grow up with Barbara (yes, he knows about batgirl. Yes, he chewed Batman out for it but decided to ultimately ignore it like everything else).

But then a new Robin comes in. This is a kid again, not a full adult like he was a year ago.

Gordon: “Hey, Batman? What happened to Robin?”

Batman: “This is Robin.” He sounds so unbothered, like he doesn’t realize this is a completely different kid!

Gordon’s concern for this half-mad vigilante skyrockets. Batman has convinced himself that this kid is the same as the first. He’s going through it and the mental gymnastics are more than Gordon can take.

So, he lets it go.

But then that Robin disappears and Batman’s acting up. Nightwing shows up a few times and it never really helps things. Gordon’s getting more headaches than smoke breaks and at this point, he’s really to pull the plug on this whole bat business.

But then Robin comes back again and Gordon’s has it. He confronts this kid, fully prepared to push through whatever gaslighting’s been happening, only for Tim to look at him like he’s stupid.

Gordon: “Kid, who are you really? Because the Robin I met graduated collage years ago and the one after that is dead!”

Tim, with the most judge mental look physically possible: “Commissioner…Robin’s my hero name.”

Gordon: “…Your hero name?”

Tim: “Yeah. I’m Robin, like the bird. Batman and Robin. Heroes. Why would I go around using my real name? That would be stupid and dangerous.”

And Gordon has to call off for the rest of the day, he’s so pissed.

[ri-afan]

I need a Misunderstanding trope where Phantom is put with one of the ‘kid’ groups because everyone assumes he’s a teen, but Phantom (he’s, like, 28) thinks he’s just like… co-managing/supervising the group with another Justice League member.

Asked if he’s in school thinking high school? He says yes, thinking of college where he’s going for his graduate degree. His grumbles over homework and time management skills cements it.

ICE contact? Frostbite. Yeah, that’s really his name. (Jazz talked him out of putting her because if it’s an emergency then they likely need medical history and support.) Here’s a device to actually reach him. His parents? Uhhh, nah, I would put my sister second.

It just goes on.

The guy snarks, puns, and throws jokes, clearly up-to-date with internet culture. He’s a casual dude, loves video games, burgers, and space. He’s kinda short and a little lanky, but he’s stupid strong (like he both forgets he is strong and doesn’t know his strength at times).

Phantom’s checking all the boxes as a teen hero both visually and on vibes with the League so they put him there. Danny’s touched that they think he’s responsible enough to put him in charge of the kids, so he does his best.

(Batman finds out about the appointment after it’s approved, but before he says anything he sees how much the teens open up around Phantom and… well… if they didn’t do their homework to see that the Phantom persona has been active for 14 years with pop-ups through history then that’s not really his problem, is it? He might miss that Phantom doesn’t realise this for a while…whoops.)

[psychokatrixxxy]

Love when the Justice League thinks Batman is a cryptid. This believe is only further enhanced by the face his sidekick, Robin, is clearly a shapeshifter, what with changing their height, hair style, skin tone, and even gender.

Batman clearly thinks that by having Robin look different every couple of years, it will show that they aren't cryptids like it would if Robin didn't age.

But the Justice League is too smart for that. They figured it out! But they are good friends (colleagues) and won't spill Batman's secret, but they will drop hints to him that they know, to show that they are smarter than he gives them credit for (they aren't.)

-

When the batkids learn that the league thinks this, they start periodically going to the Watchtower with Bruce, taking turns dressed up as Robin.

The League is surprised as Robin seems to prefer taking the form of a child, perhaps to have villains underestimate them? But they just assume Robin is trying out something new.

The batkids definitely tell eachother about what was said/happened as to further sell the act of Robin being a shapeshifter, because clearly it has to be the same person, Robin knows what happened, so it couldn't of been someone else dressed as Robin.

[yourlocalsurrealism]

DP X DC PROMT: Happiness? In this Economy?

Dick convinces Jason to go with him to a party because he apparently "needs to socialize". At this party is also Danny, who is majoring in astrophysics at Gotham University. They run into each other, hit it off, and end up hooking up.

Danny has class in the morning, so he leaves before Jason wakes up, hurrying to get his day started and completely unaware of the fact that some of the ectoplasm he produces has seeped into Jason. (Neither of them tell each other their names, or maybe they're too hungover to remember? Idk, but they don't know each others names. It was also too dark for Jason to see Danny's face.)

Jason wakes up, wondering how the hell the cute guy from last night managed to leave without waking him up. He also feels happier than he has in a while, which he attributes to the fact that he actually had fun last night instead of scowling in the corner.

But the happiness, the calm, it just... Doesn't leave? For some reason?

At first, Jason is willing to accept that maybe the univers is just giving him a day off from the Pit Rage, God knows he's earned it, but when the end of the week is drawing closer and he's still no closer to figuring out why he's so goddamn pleasant all of a sudden, he starts to freak out.

He tracks this unnatural calm back to the party, and at first, he thinks someone spiked his drink. But the only people who were close enough to do that would be Dick, who would never do that, and his unknown, unnamed hookup.

Now, Jason isn't a very paranoid person, but he was raised during his early teens by the goddamn Batman, king of paranoia, so he immediately draws the following connections:

1. His unnamed hookup was able to roofie him without him noticing, bat training and all.

2. That drug, whatever it was, was strong enough to subdue the Pit Rage, and, seeing as it hasn't returned, that could be indefinite.

3. The only person who has ever been able to remotely control the Lazarus Pits is Ra's Al Ghul, and he still ended up a murderous sociopath, so obviously he doesn't have a good handle on it.

4. This random dude that he met at a goddamn college party may be the most powerful sorcerer in the world.

5. He need sto find this guy before she raises an undead army.

Thus, Jason finds himself in the awkward situation of explaining to his father that he may or may not have hooked up with a being more powerful than a man who runs an assassin cult and calls himself a demon.

The bats immediately begin searching Gotham for this guy, pulling out all the stops to stop this guy before they gain a new supervillain.

Meanwhile, Danny is peacefully going about his life.

Then, he runs into his one night stand and they start dating. Everything is going great for him! Moving to Gotham City was the best thing he's ever done!

Now Jason is even more panicked, because he just met this really cute guy, and now they're dating, but it's a horrible time because he's still trying to find this Eldritch creature.

Bonus ( to add to the misunderstandings):

Say Danny's trans. It's about now, a few months later, that morning sickness makes itself evident.

[literarystarfish]

When Whumpee misconstrued one of Caretaker’s questions/concerns/casual comments to be something they are sorry for/ should be apologetic about or that Caretaker meant for them to stop doing that thing or was being demeaning about it.

“You’re bleeding!” “Sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t get it on anything!”

“Does your ankle hurt?” “I can still do the [thing Caretaker asked if they wouldn't mind doing]. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“You’re sniffling…. Are you crying?!” “I promise I won’t be loud! I just can’t stop! I’m sorry!”

“You’re breathing a bit loud. Is your rib hurting again? … WHY ARE YOU HOLDING YOUR BREATH?!”

“Your room was a bit warm today. Is that how you like it? I sleep hot so I would end up sweating all night with my heater on that high.” (A few nights later) “C-Caretaker? Is.. is it alright if I t-take the blanket from the couch to m-my room t-tonight?” “Of course! How are you still cold when you're room is so hot? Are you feeling well?— WHY ARE ALL YOUR WINDOWS OPEN?! ITS WINTER!!”

“You sure are hungry! Looks like your appetite is coming back.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take too much. I won’t eat tomorrow to make up for it.”

“Your hair looks different!” “I know… I'm sorry. I didn't really like it in [old-Whumper’s-favorite-style] so I changed it. I’ll change it back though, 'cause I know it makes me more pleasing to look at. I’m sorry.”

"Why are there bandage wrappings in the garbage?" "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to take your supplies without asking! Its just that one of my stitches opened up and it wouldn't stop bleeding."

[favoritebatfam]

Batfam thinks Red Hood is Talia’s biological son

It starts with Damian accidentally referring to Red Hood as his brother. It was a slip of the tongue that everyone latched onto. Damian, who is flustered and upset with himself, doubles down with a “tt, of course he is my brother. Mother would not have let me go to Gotham without adequate protection.”

Damian was hoping they would let it go.

Instead, Bruce is trying to awkwardly parent his son’s half brother, Dick is on a mission to be the Best Big Brother, and Alfred is preparing a new room.

Damian is mortified.

Jason is confused.

Talia is amused.

[stars-obsession-pit]

“No, I don’t need to ‘move on’”

Danny is staying in a shitty, run-down apartment in Gotham with Sam and Tucker, having been forced to flee from Amity Park due to the GIW.

An apartment that happens to share a building with one of Jason’s safe houses (or some family he checks on fairly often, or etc). So while Jason may not be like, close friends with the trio, he does know that they exist.

Then a rogue attack takes the lives of Sam and Tucker, and Jason notices how badly Danny seems to be taking the loss. He catches glimpses through the window of the younger boy still setting three plates at the table, holding conversations with thin air, and even talking about the others in the present tense as if they were still around.

Jason’s no therapist, but he knows that level of denial can’t be healthy.

So he asks the other Bats for advice in how to get through to the kid. Gotham’s mental health resources may be… lacking, but there has to be something they can do to help Danny process his losses and recover.

…what Jason doesn’t know is that Danny doesn’t need to. Sam and Tucker did die, yes, but they very much aren’t gone. They’re ghosts. It’s just that most people—Jason included—can’t see ghosts outside of ectoplasm-rich areas unless they were born with the special ability to do so.

[classycookiexo]