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TF141 (oversimplified)

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jason being incredibly intelligent with big emotions and using it to be a fucking menace my beloved. he put that red dome on his head and was like time to ruin everyones day

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everyone goes to Dick for comfort, anytime they fight with Bruce, have a rough day or just really want a hug they come for him and he'll be there with open arms and shitty movies.

Jason rarely ever comes to him, he prefers to stay on his lane, licking at his own wounds.

So when Dick wakes up one morning, in Bludhaven, after a very long night, to a 6'5, 230 pounds dude smothering him with his weight, his pajamas sticking to his chest with blood, sweat and tears, he knows things were bad

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Okay, so I saw and read a few of detective soap and serial killer ghosts, but I haven't seen a reverse au(I think) like yk

Ghost would be the detective, along with the rest of the 141, and soap would be the serial killer

And soap got his name from the fact thar he kills people and cleans up after. And I mean cleans. He will clean up blood and everything else, and then he would put his victims into a casual position like - if they died in a bedroom, they would be put in a sleeping like position.

And then Simon would cone home after a long day of trying to find this soap guy and there would be dinner on the table and his husband Johnny would be waiting for him by the table to ask about his day.

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i need more people to write soap as a math and science genius

like he is a human calculator. gaz shows it off as a party trick even though soap is the one actually doing something. like

“oy, look what my mate can do- soap, c’mere!”

and soap, who has done this a thousand times before, walks over.

“ok, ok- someone ask him a math problem. like- literally anything.”

someone gaz is talking to goes “uhh… seven radical three times the square root of nine,” and soap blinks a few times, stares at the ceiling for a moment, his fingers flick around a little, and about ten seconds later he says “forty-five thousand three hundred and sixty.”

and someone pulls out a calculator and goes, “holy shit, he’s right!”

and soap is just like “are you done now?” so that he can finally go back to shamelessly hitting on his lieutenant.

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So, I imagine that Soap is around 5'11, which is not short at all, even if it seems so if you look at the people he works with.

However, from his whole family, he is the tallest.

His da is 5'8, his brother is 5'9, his sisters are 5'2 and 5'3 and his mam is 5' nothing. To his family, Johnny is not only tall but also overgrown.

(This is also why entering the military was a shock to the system --- Soap was used to being pretty tall if not the tallest person around and then boom, he's smol)

The first time Soap takes Ghost to his family home, he is instantly named a giant. Literally, his mam when she sees him says something along the lines of 'and I thought my boy was a giant' and his da makes the typical joke of 'what does the army feed you?' and one of Soap's sister says she 'woulda climb him like a tree too if she had the chance' and his brother goes all 'was gonna give the fella a shovel talk but I think he's too big too bury by myself any case'. Soap is so embarrassed by them but Ghost is awkwardly shy anytime his height is pointed out.

On top of it, he tries to help Soap's mam in the kitchen (I like to think he likes to cook) and there is the comical image of her, standing there tiny at 5'0 and Ghost towering over her at 6'3 or 6'4 (Soap's not sure, Simon slouches often) and trailing behind her as she orders him around. There's literally a moment when she goes to grab herself a step ladder to reach something on the top shelf and Ghost just stretches his arm a bit and gets it for her. She might or might not ask if he can dust the cobwebs from the corners of the ceilings she can't reach herself. (Ghost dusts the cobwebs, duh, even if Johnny can't snicker at him enough).

Johnny's brother uses Ghost's height to make his kid eat his veggies, 'if you eat your veggies, you're going to grow as tall as him'. Ghost goes along with it.

The kids in general treat him like a walking jungle gym --- especially because he's not only tall but also strong enough to function as a walking jungle gym. One of Soap's nieces who used to love piggyback rides from him now insists Ghost has to be the one because he makes her feel taller than Soap does.

They're supposed to sleep in Soap's childhood bedroom and Soap's da brings in an ottoman and a couple of pillows so Ghost's feet 'don't stick out'. Soap laughs it off until he realizes that Ghost's feet would, in fact, stick out from his tiny double bed if he slept straightened out.

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What if Damian and Tim love each other and even like? It's just more of a situation "Manipulating others is easier ". Maybe an example will help;

Damian: Father, May I go to Zoo today?

Bruce:No Damian, you're grounded.

Tim:Oh, that's bad. I could go with you to take photos of otter, but if you are not going I think I will stay too. What's a zoo without company. Maybe I will go with Kon next week.

Bruce *Super happy in a moment of thinking his youngest kids getting along*: If you two agree not to kill each other, Damian can go

Tim and Damian:*Knowing looks*

Or situation like;

Tim who has abandoned issues and is having fear of people leaving him: Dick is mad at me. Can you stab me so he will be in his mother hen mode Instead?

Damian who would like to have 5 minutes of peace from Grayson: Say no more

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GHOAP PUNISHER AU PART 3/?

PREVIOUS / NEXT

Second scene uncropped HERE

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@demolisherspork on tiktok soo talented

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Something about Soap having a shitty old captain heading his old squad who made him, the FNG, do really sketchy missions once he found out he was bi, that involved letting people touch him and sorta honeypots, so that now when the latest target is tracked to that sort of club he automatically gets ready to be sent in.

Gaz being the one to see how Soap just dims when they realise the type of place the target went, the one to understand and call out about it.

Price hurting for another of his boys who's clearly been used by others in authority. He understands that Soap is capable and the only one who can really pull the job off so he makes sure to remind him he can pull out at any time and doesn't have to go too far. He makes a note to have a chat with Laswell afterwards.

Ghost who wants to rip and tear anyone who touches Johnny wrong, anyone who made him feel like this was a type of mission. Price has to hold him back when the target takes an interest in Soap.

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bruce, without batman would probably be the most ANNOYING parent at any and all of his kids' extracurriculars.

dick has a gymanstics meet, bruce is giving the pep talk of the century but absolutely slamming on the other kids, "you're the best thing walking, bradely cant even breathe the same air as you."

jason's on the debate team, bruce has spent the entire meet going "great point! that's my son!" relentlessly muttering about how jason might as well just be the whole team by himself at this point.

tim's in the robotics club and they're holding their annual robot games, bruce is barking in the crowd, front row, "cmon timmy you got this"

damian's art was picked for a charity auction, bruce is pulling out all the stops cuz his kid is better than everyone else's and so is work and he'll be damned if anyone's painting goes for more than his

bruce is just the most annoying, insufferable, asshole parent that's full tiger mom for his kids but like, hey, they're happy. all those kids walk out of each event with a new trophy, a new medal, a new plaque grinning from ear to ear, blushes on their face with their dickhead father right behind them happier than a pig in shit, as proud as he can be

in my head, pta dad bruce is an absolutely brutual soccer mom who operates under "fuck them kids" unless they're his 😭 that man is raising WINNERS

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borrowing from xmen first class but i like the idea of ghost having wings in the sense that they are always there, but they are not always a physical thing—most of the time, his wings are a mere tattoo wrapping across his back and shoulders.

they’re easy to keep a secret. he rarely ever lets them manifest, so it’s become second nature to think of them as only the “tattoo”. no one questions it if they ever catch a glimpse, at least nothing more than a harmless ask like when did you get that done? or is there a meaning behind it?

it’s easy, too, when he’s never felt compelled to show anyone the truth of his wings. at least, he hadn’t ever felt compelled before soap.

for whatever reason, the first time soap sees the tattoo, ghost feels the need to spill his secret, spill all his secrets right then and there. but he bites his tongue and grits out answers to all of soap’s questions, all the while he begrudgingly stands with his back bare to the man.

and then ghost feels the light brush of fingertips. the gentle trace along every line and curve of the wings, and ghost can’t help the way his back tenses—not from the fact of being touched, but the fact of the strange sensation it produces. and of course, soap notices, and immediately backs away.

ghost’s breathing has gone shallow. clipped.

“if i show you something, johnny,” ghost says quietly, “you promise it doesn’t leave this room?”

this room being the emptied locker room is almost laughable. soap nods though ghost can’t see it.

“of course, sir. i swear it.”

ghost nods, to himself more than anything, eyes screwed shut as he wills his wings to unfurl from his shoulders and come to life. he tries to ignore the quiet gasp that escapes soap, but it’s impossible.

more so when he feels his wings flutter involuntarily under soap’s renewed touch.

“this is—these are…” soap whispers, breathless. “does anyone else know?”

slowly, minutely, ghost shakes his head.

“well,” soap murmurs, “then i’m honoured.”

though his back is still turned to soap, ghost can almost sense the onslaught of questions that have risen to his tongue, but he doesn’t get the chance to ask any as voices suddenly grow louder and their peaceful space is intruded. in a practiced, swift movement, ghost’s wings melt back into his skin, and he and soap scramble to pretend like they were in the midst of their own separate, menial tasks.

ghost doesn’t know what had overcome him. he doesn’t know if it’s something he would ever be able to explain. but what he does know is that it felt… freeing, to tell someone.

no, not just someone. johnny.

he finds he doesn’t actually dread the inevitable moment when the topic would be brought up again, so soap could finally ask his questions.

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Bruce: Jaylad, I need you to be at the Wayne gala this weekend.

Jason: But why me, B? Why not pretty boy, Dickie? I'm sure the ladies miss him.

Bruce: Your brother has a double shift this weekend.

Jason: How about the brat? He needs the socialization.

Bruce: Will be at the Kents' for a sleepover.

Jason: How about -

Bruce: The rest of your siblings will be busy, lad.

Jason: But Bruce, I'll be busy too. And even though I wasn't, I don't want to be around those pretentious fuck - people.

Bruce: Diana will be there.

Jason: Why didn't you start with that? Absolutely! I'll be there, old man. And I'll need a new suit.

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at the gala

Diana: Aw, you look really handsome, little prince.

Jason blushes and smiles like the little boy who saw Wonder Woman for the first time.

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When the batfam does THE THING.

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Cat!Jason, Part 3, meme edition [parts 1 & 2]

When Bruce tries to pick him up: [clawing and struggling and yowling] I've never met you in my life, you bastard, you fiend! Stop this at once!

When Roy has to set him down for 5 seconds: [crying and reaching up] Where Are My Kisses From Roy? Where Are My Snuggles And Cuddles That I Crave So Dearly? You Are A Cruel And Unjust Lover, And I Am Going To Scream.

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Tim, trying to get to the the fridge: [gently nudges Jason with his foot] C'mon Jay, move your fluffy butt.

Jason: You KICK Jason? YOU KICK HIS BODY LIKE THE FOOTBALL?! Oh! OH! Pee-soaked bed for brother! Pee-soaked bed for brother for ONE THOUSAND YEARS!

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Half the family: [yelling at him for stealing their food]

Jason: i Amn just............. a litle creacher. Thatse It . I Canot change this

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Dick: [Isn't paying attention and not used to having a cat around, trips over Jason] Oh, I'm so sorry Little Wing, c'mere let me make sure you're oka--

Jason: You have chosen death. [Attacks]

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141 x cook!reader

A/N: ehhehehehehee oh fuck yeah

WARNING: swearing

Last cook got the base sick twice in one week so it was time for a fucking change.

MRE’s could only hold the task force together for so fucking long let’s be honest.

It’s probably the one idea Price is on board with tbh.

So here you go, into your new workplace.

The kitchen in itself is spotless. Thank the fucking Lord.

The last kitchen you were in had the place in shambles when you turned up. Someone at least had the decency to give you a clean space.

Opening the HUMONGUS fridges you are glad to see them stocked. This isn’t your first rodeo.

Originally you were stationed at a behavioral boot camp. Given the reputation of the food, you were recommended by the very people who hired you.

You won’t lie, some of those kids were the sweetest. You’d miss them dearly.

But this was a new start. Bigger things, better pay. And your emotions weren’t gonna pay your bills. Unfortunately.

You got to the base at 2 in the fucking morning. Luckily, you were used to that schedule. Soldiers would be up at 5-6 am. Breakfast would be served by then and then clean up at 7.

Your cooking crew were little worse for wear but you managed. You don’t know who the other head cook was but they really had these soldiers on their toes. You had asked to try something one of them finished and cringed at the lack of salt. The poor soldier *flinched* when you looked at him.

It took some time but eventually your team got the hang of it. One morning you went out to the mess hall yourself to do inventory checks and help other cooks set up and clean.

Passing by Price you gave him a polite nod of the head, unbeknownst to you, his eyes followed you to the kitchen door till you disappeared.

Also unbeknownst to you the boys were havnt a fucking field day with your food. It was awful that they weren’t allowed all they could eat, because holy shit could they eat a lot.

Seconds are *loaded* on their trays

Even Ghosts

Especially SOAPS.

My God you get suprised with how many eggs you go through every fucking morning.

Lunch rolls around and today you decided to try something new.

Big mistake.

“Hey uh Crook?”

The name stuck after you told one of your cooks not to call you chef. Misspoken words are funny nicknames.

“Yeah?”

“We’re out of bread for the broccoli soup.”

You never whipped your head around so fast.

“huh?! We’re supposed to have enough-!”

“No offense Crook but you underestimate how much these guys eat. The 141 alone.”

You roll your eyes so far back you swear you saw your own brain.

It’s a piece of fucking bread, how fast were they going out?!

Well my dear.

It was bread made by your very hands. From scratch. And my god. Did you do a number on it.

Gaz was in the process of stuffing his face as soon as you walked out of the kitchen, seeing you hurry over to the stations with the soups.

These fuckers finished a whole canister of fucking cheese n broccoli soup.

“Son of a-“

“Problem, cook?”

You turn and met the eyes of Captain Price.

“Ahhh…” rubbing the back of your neck you let out a nervous chuckle. “No no, just checking what needs to be exchanged.”

He nods, and you see a genuine smile on his face. “I have to say,” he stands right next to you, his eyes scanning over the mess hall.

“You’ve done quite a number on my men. Food really does hit the heart. Thank you.”

You can help but blush. “Uh…no problem…sir.”

Getting thanks wasn’t uncommon. At the behavioral camp, the officers often commended you for being so passionate with food. Often gave the kids a better start to a shitty day. I guess doing the same for the soldiers wasn’t any different.

“Just doing my job.”

“No, (L/n). No.”

He motions over your crew changing the trays out.

“They, are just doing their job.” And he points to you, “you, are working wonders.”

Dinner rolls around and good lord you better count yourself lucky that you had your crew baking and grilling as soon as lunch was cleaned up.

You *barely* made enough to last the three hours.

You watched from the window, how Gaz n Ghost loaded up their plates with potatoes, and collared greens.

Soap was loading his plate with nothing but protein.

The bread was fucking gone in seconds.

Very awkwardly, you switched the bread tray, and watched as all of the 141 each took not one, not two, but three pieces of fucking bread each.

Gaz sheepishly tried to put one back before you let a soft laugh, “just take it.”

Never seen a grown man’s eyes light up so quickly.

By the time you’re done, it’s 9 pm. And the kitchen staff cleaned effortlessly, leaving you to write down what you’ll be needing for next weeks set up. Your gonna have to talk to Price about money if you’re gonna need more supplies.

Before you leave, you notice a tiny gift bag left on one of the mess hall counters.

Nervously you open the card and read.

‘So sorry for vacuuming up the food, Crook. Here’s from our appreciation.’

It’s an assortments of goodies, cookies, candies, hell even energy drinks.

You can’t help but snort a laugh

A/N: real shit I might go into detail of breakfast lunch n dinner.

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