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Should I make a matching Harley…

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i love seeing my text posts on those ai voice readings on tiktok especially since i post once in a blue moon. it’s like ariana what are you doing here

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POV they caught you littering

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hc that there's a gala hosted on Jason's birthday to honour his memory, and every one of the Wayne kids is obviously required to attend. Jason, naturally, can't—being legally dead, and all—so he enjoys his night watching the security cameras with Babs. Popcorn in hand, he amusedly enjoys his siblings try to fumble their way through a whole gala centred around Jason, all while trying to pretend that he's still dead and they didn't talk to him literally a few hours prior.

Tim: Oh, I never got to officially meet Jason before he died, but from what I hear from Dick and Bruce, he was truly a great soul.

Jason, listening to this: He's totally tryin' not to explode 'cause I ate his pistachios earlier.

Babs: Tim likes pistachios?

Jason: Yea. They're his favourite, so I steal them all the time.

Babs, fondly amused: You know Tim's favourite snack?

Jason: Yeah, so I can steal it. Keep up, Barbie.

Babs: Sure.

Socialite: Dear, would you happen to have any stories about young Jason?

Dick, grinning: Absolutely! Just last w—I mean—the last time we went out shopping before he died. Yeah. That. Last time we went shopping he tripped on the escalator. Should've tied his shoelaces.

Jason: That happened last week.

The thing is, Dick has more free reign over answers, since he knew Jason before he died. Tim has a little bit of leeway, since he can chalk up any stories to small interactions he had with Jason as their neighbour. The rest of the kids, though? They have to keep their mouth shut, because if they slip up they'll be questions.

Things are fine until some of the socialites start 'discreetly' badmouthing Jason, saying that there shouldn't be such a big event happening for a glorified street rat. Jason himself isn't really affected by the comments, used to them already. He's pleasantly surprised when he sees every one of his siblings look absolutely livid on his behalf. He sees his siblings shut down every single rumour, even though they logically don't have to—rumours can't hurt the dead, after all. He watches as most of them defend him despite not being able to say anything about actually knowing him, and decides then and there; he has a call to make and paperwork to sign.

Time to defend himself—hanging out with and defending his siblings in public is just a bonus.

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Ngl I think this is my favorite fanart I’ve made of Jason so far

Alt. Ver. More akin to that one fallen angel painting

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Happy birthday Jason you are genuinely one of the most interesting characters I’ve ever seen. Anyway DC hand him over i could treat him RIGHT

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some jasons and damians thats been piling up :]

(and tim and alfred the cat)

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My girls 🙏🏻🙏🏻 (commission do not use)

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My girls 🙏🏻🙏🏻 (commission do not use)

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head empty except for the batkids stealing Jason's leather jackets all the time. they get passed around and he can never find them when he actually needs them. like, Jason is (objectively) the biggest of the batkids so they can all just. put on one of his jackets. and immediately be warm. even Dick does it.

it gets even funnier when it's specifically the jacket he uses as part of his Red Hood attire. he only has one of that specific jacket but it's the one his siblings always decide to steal the most, so he's always looking for it before patrol.

Jason, yelling into the Manor: WHICH ONE OF YOU TOOK MY JACKET THIS TIME ?! I NEED IT FOR PATROL

Damian, sitting in the kitchen wearing it: Use a different one.

Jason: It's my jacket. You use a different one. I have plenty.

Damian: Tt. I can't believe you're this incapable.

Jason: ????

Jason, sighing when his jacket isn't with his equipment where he left it, turning with a disappointed look and his hands on his hips to face his siblings: Alright. Who has it.

Dick, slowly inching away:

Jason:

Jason: Dick.

Dick: Whaaaat??? No ....

Jason: Dick.

Dick: :( But it's comfortable and warm!!

Jason: I have more. I need this one. It's part of my gear.

Dick: :(

Jason: You can have it back after patrol.

Dick: :D

Jason, grumbling: This is why I never regretted stealing your stuff.

Jason, coming back into the cave after patrol without his jacket:

Tim, waiting to steal it: ??? Where's your jacket?

Jason: Cass took it.

Tim: And you just... let her? Mid-patrol?

Jason: She was cold. Plus, I'm not gonna argue with Cass, Timberly.

Tim: Fair enough. I want it next.

Jason: Go ask Cass, then.

Tim, sighing: On it...

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Perfect 🙏🙏

someone please draw Dick in this except it's Nightwing merch

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POV you're at a Wayne gala and Dick Grayson shows up late

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