#Bruce doesn’t kill and I'm ok with that

[purpleangiie]

Just finished UTRH (the comic) for the first time... Might gonna pretend it isn’t canon.

[literaryavenger]

New Year's Eve

Summary: A game of two truths and a lie reveals to the team a fact about the you that Bucky can’t seem to stop thinking about.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language 'cause why not. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny. Mutual pining, idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts.

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Happy New Year's Eve! Thanks for all the messages when I was sick, I'm finally feeling better and I'm negative for Covid! I really wanted to post something for New Year's Eve and this came from a fever dream I had when I was sick, lol. I hope it's any good and someone enjoys it! A particular thank you to @ordelixx for helping me with this story!💘I've only started posting here about a month and a half but I'm really enjoying it and feeling more and more comfortable in my writing. I hope I'm also getting better at it. Anyway, I have big plans for the New Year that I hope you'll enjoy! This year hasn't been great for me, but I'm planning on working harder than ever to make sure the next one is a year I can be proud of. I hope you guys have a nice last day of 2023 and an amazing start of 2024! Love you all.💘

Masterlist

“Ok, your turn, Kill Bill. Two truths and a lie, go.” Tony says, referring to the fact that you fight with swords, making you roll your eyes before you join in on the laughter.

“Ok, uhm...” you try not to look at anyone so you don’t give away the answer “I have a teddy bear that I sleep with, I have bungee jumped from the top of the tower and I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss.”

You look back up to the room and wait for their guesses.

It’s a Friday night and the people that remained in the Tower for the holidays decided to have a little game night.

Every year the same people stay around, having nowhere in particular to go, and spend Christmas together. 

Clint and Scott usually spend this time with their families, this year Thor decided to go to New Asgard with Bruce and Loki to visit Val and Korg, and Peter decided to spend it with aunt May and Happy.

You usually alternate between going to visit your family and staying in the tower each year, and this one was your turn to go to your first home.

You came back the day after Christmas, never being one to miss Tony’s New Year’s Eve party that’s gonna happen in two days now.

“Well, we know she has a teddy bear.” Wanda says.

“Do we know that?” Tony turns to you, narrowing his eyes. “Do you have one?”

“Yes, she does, we’ve seen it” Natasha answers for you while you glance at Bucky, praying he doesn’t put together that they’re talking about the teddy bear he gifted you for Valentine’s Day this year along with flowers. 

Natasha and Wanda were more happy than you when you told them, sustaining that he did it because he liked you until you pointed out that he gave flowers to them too, because he’s sweet and a gentleman and that’s just who he is.

They wouldn’t let up on the fact that neither of them got a teddy bear though, and you would have agreed with them but Bucky never really did anything else about it so you decided to let it go and not read too much into it.

You're brought back to the present by Tony.

“Ok, so she has one. Then it’s gotta be the New Year’s kiss, everyone has had one at least once in their life,” he was looking at your reaction very closely while talking, but you did your best to keep an easy smile and not give anything away.

“Even Captain Virgin over there had one last year.” he adds vaguely waving towards Steve’s general direction. 

You crack at the nickname and at the undignified sound Steve made while blushing and glancing at Nat that shared that kiss with him.

“Tony, there’s no way that she bungee jumped from the roof without us knowing, that’s gotta be the lie.” Sam interjects, also watching you closely for any signs of a reaction that you manage not to give.

“Alright, just take your guesses, people.” You say to the group.

“New Year’s Kiss.” Tony all but yelled, Natasha and Wanda agreeing with him.

“Bungee jump.” Sam says and Steve and Bucky agree, then they all seem to hold their breath as they wait for your answer.

It’s not a surprise that even these stupid little games cause a lot of competition amongst the team.

“Neither.”-you finally said and let out a laugh when they all groan in annoyance while taking their shots for guessing wrong.

“WAIT- you bungee jumped off the ROOF? When?!” Steve seems more concerned than anything.

“Well, you know a few months ago when we happened to all be on different missions at the same time?” They nod, not knowing where you're going with this “Clint and I came back first from ours, we were bored and there was no one around to stop us from doing anything stupid so…” you trail off, shrugging while laughing. 

Steve looks shocked, Sam is laughing his ass off while Tony immediately goes to look for the security footage.

They all cheered while watching you throw yourself off the roof, Clint's yells and laughter could be heard, and then Steve shakes his head while joining you in the laughter when you see Clint take his turn and scream like a little girl while you fall to the ground laughing on the video. 

Once you all composed yourselves, Tony pokes Wanda’s arm “I thought you said she had a teddy bear.” he's looking at her like she brought him on a treasure hunt and then betrayed him and left him for dead on a deserted island.

“She does! She got it from-” you interrupt her before she can finish the sentence, blushing a little and avoiding Bucky’s eyes.

“I do have a teddy bear, I just don’t sleep with it.” you say, shrugging.

“Oh, come on, that’s cheating!” Natasha whines.

“It’s really not, just because I do have one it doesn’t mean I didn’t tell a lie about it” you laugh at her pout.

“Wait a minute, so you’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?” Tony looks at you like you suddenly grew two heads.

“It’s not a big deal. Funny thing is, I have had boyfriends during New Year’s Eve, I just never happen to spend the day with them.” you say absentmindedly while thinking back at all the parties you’ve been to over the years to celebrate the new year.

“Really?” it's so quiet you almost missed it, your eyes snapping up to meet Bucky’s that were already looking at you.

“Is that so hard to believe?” The room seems to go quiet as everybody looks at you two, but you're too focused on each other to notice.

“I didn’t- I mean…” his cheeks started to turn a little pink as he seemed to have trouble finishing his sentence “It’s just you’re very pretty, who wouldn’t want to kiss you?”

You didn’t know what to say to that, you start blushing too while opening and closing your mouth a couple of times, looking like a damn fish.

You settle for a quiet ‘thank you’ with a smile that he shyly returns, neither of you noticing the glances passed by everyone else.

The whole team is convinced that there’s something between you and Bucky, but both of you always deny it and don’t seem to read too much into each other’s actions, always dismissing the glances and lingering touches as friendly affection even though you’re not really that close.

But really what else could it be?

The team lets the moment end and the game goes on, everyone keeps drinking and having fun until it gets really late and you all decide to call it a night.

Bucky goes to his bedroom and gets ready for sleep but he can’t seem to focus on anything else but you.

He really doesn’t understand how can anybody see your pretty self when you’ve just woken up, no makeup and your eyes full of sleep and not want to kiss you, let alone when you are all dolled up in a pretty golden dresses like you do every New Year’s. 

Every year it gets harder for him not to just grab you and kiss you, hell every day is pretty much torture to see you around the Compound and not get to be with you the way he wants to.

But he has to keep his hands to himself because there’s no way you could actually like him like that. 

He’s even tried to drop hints here and there like giving you the teddy bear for Valentine’s Day but, except for the cute shade of pink that your face turned, you still didn’t seem all that interested.

Still, that didn’t stop him from thinking what it would be like if you did like him and fantasize about being your first New Year’s kiss and maybe even your last first kiss.

At the same time you were in your own room getting ready for bed while your own thoughts kept going back to the moment you shared with Bucky in the living room. 

You didn’t know if you were more embarrassed because you actually told the team you’ve never had a kiss on New Year’s Eve or happy because Bucky called you pretty.

If it was anyone else you wouldn’t even think twice about it, but coming from him it just felt like you were being complimented for the first time ever. 

Everytime you thought about it you felt all warm and fuzzy inside, and at this point the moment was pretty much on loop in your mind.

The more you think about it the more you feel your face heat up, sleep not coming easily as you slip into Bucky filled dreams.

The next day everybody’s hanging out in the living room, most of them nursing a hangover from last night. You get ready for a last minute shopping trip to try and find a new dress for New Year’s Eve.

When you get to the living room you see Steve grinning at a disgruntled Tony, Wanda, Sam and Natasha who are obviously very hangover and nowhere near as amused as the blonde supersoldier. 

Bucky’s attention is on you as soon as you're in his field of vision and no one fails to notice it, except you of course, your own attention on Wanda and Natasha sprawled on the couch.

“Well, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come shopping with me,” you start watching from one to the other, as amused as Steve at everyone’s inability to contain themselves when drinking. “but I don’t think that’s happening.” 

“Bite me, YLN.” Is all Nat says.

Wanda, on the other hand, is a little gentler. “I can come with you, if you want.” she says sweetly.

“That’s okay, Wands.” you smile at her “just rest and drink lots of water.”

You turn around, saying bye to everyone and making your way out. As soon as the doors of the elevator close, everyone turns to Bucky that's not even pretending not to be staring anymore.

Not that anyone could ignore the longing look on Bucky’s face as he watches you walk away.

“Buck,” Steve starts talking, glancing at everyone before setting his gaze back on his best friend. “we need to talk.”

“Okay…” he slowly drags out, unsure if he even wants Steve to keep going.

“Well, we’ve been noticing some things lately…” He’s unsure of how to say this. “Between you and Y/N.”

Bucky’s cheeks start to turn a slight shade of pink, but he’s still not sure where Steve’s going with this so he says nothing.

“So we thought” he gestures around at everybody. “that maybe we should-”

“We know you like her, and we want to help you get with her.” Tony interrupts Steve, quickly getting to the point.

At Steve’s glare, Tony merely raises his hands in surrender saying, “Listen, Capsicle, I’m way too hungover to take the panoramic route. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Yeah, Stark’s right.” Sam says, turning Bucky whose face is fully red now. “You have a weak ass game, man. Let us help you.”

They all look at the brunette supersoldier while waiting for his answer. He chews on his lip while looking at the expectant faces of his friends, before letting out a deep sigh.

“How would you even help me?” He says quietly, neither accepting nor denying their help just yet.

“Well, we know Y/N,” Wanda says.

“Yeah, we can tell you what turns her on.” Natasha smirked, before Wanda flicks her ear making her let out an ‘ow’ with a slight pout.

“What she means is,” she glares at Natasha “we can tell you what she likes, you know. Maybe help you get closer to her.”

Bucky shakes his head lightly “This is not a good idea. And it doesn’t even matter if she doesn’t like me.”

Wanda and Natasha seem to have a silent conversation, ending with Natasha raising her eyebrow at Wanda and Wanda just sighing with a soft ‘fine’.

“She does like you.” Wanda turns back to Bucky.

“She’s just convinced that you don’t like her like that.” Natasha says with a roll of her eyes.

Bucky still wasn’t completely convinced, but he agreed nonetheless. Maybe it was the glimmer of hope the girls gave him, but if there was even the slightest chance you could actually like him, he owed it to himself to try. 

So he let the team make a plan to get you guys together, hoping to god he wouldn’t come to regret it.

You come home a few hours later, super excited to have found the perfect dress for the party the next night.

Bucky thought you were just so cute, all smiles and giggles.

Wanda and Nat talked you into having the last girls night of the year, although it didn’t really take much convincing.

And so the plan begins.

You’re relaxing on your bed, Wanda lying next to you, your head on her lap, and Nat sprawled on the love seat near the window close to your bed.

You’re wearing bathrobes, sheet masks on your faces as you watch a cheesy romcom that you’re so embarrassingly into you don’t even notice the girls exchange a look and nod at each other.

Wanda clears her throat and then begins talking, as casually as she can. “So, how come you never told us you never had a New Year’s kiss?”

They had to approach the subject somehow, right?

“I don’t know,” you say absentmindedly and then shrug, your attention still on the Tv. “didn’t think it was important.” 

“Sure it isn’t.” Nat said, and her tone took your attention away from the movie for the first time since it started.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Tasha?” she simply shrugs, an innocent look in the face.

“It doesn’t mean anything” she says, her attention seemingly on the movie “I mean, if it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Why would it bother me?” you frown, you don't understand what's so weird about this.

“Well, some people might find it a little…” Wanda trails off.

“Sad?” Natasha ends for her.

“It’s not like I’ve never kissed anyone.” you're starting to get a little defensive.

“We know that, sweetie.” Wanda coos, stroking your hair while you look up at her.

“We really didn’t mean anything by it.” Natasha ends, giving you an apologetic look.

“Yeah, whatever.” is all you say, and you turn your eyes back to the tv, your attention nowhere near it.

Natasha and Wanda can basically hear the gears turn in your head and give each other one last glance. 

Part one of the plan is complete.

The next day goes through like usual, the team spending basically the whole morning together.

It’s a tradition, having the last breakfast of the year together, watching the last movie, having the last lunch and so on. Doing all the lasts together.

It’s silly, but it’s a tradition you've all come to be very fond of. 

The afternoon comes and you and the girls spend it getting ready for the party, last night’s conversation almost forgotten.

Almost.

As you got to the party the music was deafening before you even stepped out of the elevator and, once you did, you were immediately immersed in a sea of perfume and cologne and, like every other Stark party extravaganza, you didn’t know about 98% of the people there. 

You quickly find the team, as outgoing as most of them are, you usually spend most of the night together because it’s the last night of the year, last party and, again, it's your tradition.

You talk, you joke, you laugh but the more you drink the more you keep thinking about your conversation with the girls last night.

Was it really that sad that you’ve never started a new year with a kiss?

Midnight came sooner than you would’ve liked and your teammates decide to ask you a sobering question.

“So, who are you kissing?” Tony asks very casually.

You turn around confused, the team’s eyes all on you. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, nobody told you?” Sam says, looking around him “We’re all kissing someone tonight.”

“I- You- What?” you glance towards Bucky so quickly he almost thought he imagined it.

“Well, Romanoff is kissing Rogers, I’m obviously kissing Pepper and Wanda is kissing Wilson.” Tony said, before specifying while pointing at the last two “As friends, obviously.”

“So, you’re all kissing someone?” You look at everyone except the one person you actually want to look at.

Something inside of you just believes that he would nod too and a beautiful woman that you could never compare to would appear at his side.

“Well,” Steve starts. “not all of us…”

He trails off and, following his gaze, you land on the very pair of blue eyes you were trying to avoid.

Suddenly everyone else scatters and it was just you and Bucky. You don't know what to say, but you feel like you can't look away from him now.

What the hell is happening to you?

You’re talking before you can even stop yourself “You know, we could also kiss. As friends.” you add, realizing what you just said, your eyes wide with your own surprise.

He’s about to say something, but you don’t give him a chance to get a sound out before you’re backtracking so fast you might actually fall out the window.

“You don’t have to. Obviously. It’s not like I’d make you.” you chuckled awkwardly, but you can’t stop yourself from rambling “Unless you wanted to. But why would you want to? It’s not like you’re missing anything. I’m not anything special.”

You can hear the countdown starting, but it sounds distant to your ears as your heart pounds faster. “I mean, I’m sure you’re a good kisser. Why wouldn’t you be? Not that you’re like a lady’s man.”

Bucky glances around him, the team giving him encouraging looks as they near zero and you just keep going “But like you were, you know. Not that it’s a bad thi-”

You're thankfully interrupted abruptly by Bucky’s lips on yours just as everyone yells ‘Happy New Year’ and gold and black confetti starts falling down on you.

You can't even begin to comprehend what's happening but your body does, kissing him back almost immediately.

It feels like forever and also too soon when he pulls away, you can't even hearing the chaos around you anymore.

All that exists is you and Bucky and his eyes and his arms around your waist and yours around his neck and his lips that you wanted to kiss again and kiss forever and never stop.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he says after a few seconds. Or maybe days. Weeks? Hours? It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is the bright smile he gives you when you say “Me too.”

He kisses you again, but this time the spell is broken by the team’s whistles and cheers. 

When you pull away you’re both blushing a little, you glance around you and see all the smug faces of the idiots you love to death, Bucky’s attention never leaving you.

“And by the way,” Bucky says, gaining your attention once more. “you have more qualities than you think,” he then pointed at your chest “You have this.”

You looked down to where he was pointing before saying “I do have great tits, yes.”

When you looked back at him he was blushing even harder and looked like he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact, while you were more relaxed now that the kiss took away all the awkwardness, but trying hard not to laugh. 

“... I meant heart” he said after a few moments of silence.

“Either or.” you answered, shrugging and when you heard the snickers of the team around you, you couldn’t help but join them, followed by a still blushing Bucky.

Yep, this year is definitely gonna be an interesting one.

[fcthots]

I'm literally tearing up this morning at the idea of Tim sitting in the cave, trying to get some important work done like usual when suddenly a wave of darkness ascends upon the cave. Like something out of a horror movie, dread washes over Tim as he fearfully creaks his head around to see Gus sitting on the chair, looking over Tim's shoulder—MENACINGLY.

I had so much fun writing this.

It was 5 am and everyone else had gone to bed. There was a fear gas attack and while no one had been unable to put on their rebreather, the manor was still on lockdown, though, just to monitor in case of any delayed effects. Tim wasn't supposed to be on the batcomputer but it was important! He was doing research on the new chemicals Scarecrow had added to his toxin and if their addition changed the effects of the formula as compared to the original. As it turns out, he was right. It seemed that now prolonged exposure could cause delayed effects. Fuck, Tim loves being right! He starts recording any other new effects the toxin may have.

A chill hits him. The hairs on the back of his neck raise. He can feel eyes with malicious intent watching him. After being robin for so long, he knows what the stare of a real threat feels like as it watches its prey. Fuck. Someone must have gotten into the cave. He thinks of yelling for Kon, but Kryptonians can't hear into the cave. His family is all asleep in their respective bedrooms, and there's no one that can get to him in time. He hasn't acknowledged their presence yet, so he could pick up his phone and pretend to send a funny text to a friend but actually text the other bats, but that could also backfire if his intruder swooped in while he was vulnerable.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Maybe his rebreather was cracked. Maybe this is all just delayed fear gas effects. Maybe one of his siblings hadn't handed all of their gear off to be washed and he's just getting a mini whiff of the gas, and that's why he feels the eyes of a predator on his back.

He hears something rustle.

Ok, so not a hallucination, probably. Auditory hallucinations usually take exposure to copious amounts of gas, but maybe this was all part of the new strand.

He could feel them getting closer. He slowly wraps his hand round a battarang that was left on the desk. He can't see anything in the reflection of the screen. On the count of three he has to turn around and face his opponent.

Three. Fuck, he's exhausted.

Two. He's too tired to be doing this.

One. Bruce is gonna kill him if he dies.

Go.

He turns around and stands all in one motion, staying as low to the ground as possible. He doesn't have long to take in all of his surroundings, so he does it quick. This would be so much easier if he had his mask, which can track the heat of body signatures, but he took it off so Alfred could clean it. He really hopes Alfred isn't the one to find his body.

He doesn’t see anything in his immediate line of sight. He keeps his body moving, so he's a harder target. He looks everywhere else. Nothing. Maybe it's an LOA assassin. Ra's needs to get off his dick already.

But he looks even in the spots where a ninja would be trained to hide, and... nothing. Nothing at all. An alarming amount of nothing. By his calculations there was an 85% chance that it wasn't a hallucination. He drops his fighting stance. He did forget to factor in his sleep deprivation...

As soon as his guard is down, he is immediately attacked from behind. He whirls around and drops back into a fighting stance. His training kicks in. Don’t look at the affected area first, look at your attacker first. He ignores the pain in his leg and looks to where they would have to be standing and...nothing. He looks down to his leg.

Fucking Gus.

"Get off of me, asshole!! Why are you even here? Can Jason seriously not sleep without his cat fucking night?" Tim tries to peel Gus's claws out of him where Gus's limbs are wrapped around his leg. "Ow! Fuck! Don't bite me! This is why I don’t pet you. Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me."

He finally tosses Gus off his leg and Gus runs away impressively fast for a cat if his size.

Tim yells out across the batcave, "I never thought I could hate a cat until I met you!"

[harpersdragons]

New Fic!

Theft in the Family...By Jason Todd

Talia tasks Jason with taking Damian to his father, and a few things change

Primary Tags: jason and damian met in the league, mainly fluff

I've written through half of chapter 4, i'm expecting 5-6 chapters

Chapter 1 under the cut:

word count: 1327

Jason’s life changed (for the third—fourth? Fifth? Fuck Jason’s lost count—time) the day Talia burst into his room in the league headquarters.

Jason snaps to attention, drawing the knife from under his pillow.

Talia may be like a mother to him, and he may love her little boy more than anything, but this is still the league. If you’re not hypervigilant, you’re dead. Threats are everywhere, even where you don’t expect them.

“The clown is dead.” She announces.

Jason relaxes, then tenses up again once the words register.

“You’re not kidding.”

“No. I have personally ensured it.”

“What…what about the plan?”

“It has been changed. You will still go to Gotham, but you must take Damian with you.”

“What.” He didn’t mind Damian coming with him, but taking him from Ra’s was declaring war on the league.

“I need you to deliver him to his father. It is not safe for him here.”

When Jason agrees, she hands over a letter.

“Give this to my Beloved. Come, you leave now.”

“I’m—I’m not packed.” He didn’t want to see Bruce, maybe he could keep Damian for himself?

As soon as the thought pops in his head, he dismisses it. He wouldn’t be able to give Damian a fulfilling life, he’s barely 17 for fuck’s sake. (He thinks, anyway, the whole being dead thing makes knowing his age difficult).

“You will find everything you need on the plane.”

They weave through the labyrinth of corridors, eventually reaching the plane Talia’s arranged.

Damian is already there, sitting primly in one of the chairs in the cargo hold.

Talia exchanges a tearful goodbye (on Damian’s side, Talia is as immovable as ever) with her 6 year old, and Jason readies for takeoff.

When they arrive in Gotham, Jason lands at a private airstrip just outside of Gotham. Bruce would probably find out about it, since he seems to know fuckin’ everything, but that’s really not Jason’s problem right now. Talia had provided a small car, so he packs Damian into the backseat and drove off towards Bristol.

“Alright, Princeling, the rules are different here. Your father has two other kids, and you need to get along with them. No killing, no maiming, no trying to assert yourself as the rightful heir.”

“But I am the rightful heir, am I not?”

It still shocked him how formal Damian was. No matter how many times he heard it, hearing a six year old talk like he’s an old monarch or some shit is something you never get used to.

“It doesn’t work like that here. Bruce…Bruce loves his children equally,” Jason may not believe it—the Old Man has favorites, and you can never convince him otherwise—but Damian needs to. Bruce needs to accept Damian, and that won’t happen if the kid is trying to kill his siblings. “No killing and no maiming are the main rules, but make sure you listen to whatever Bruce and Alfred say, alrigh’?”

“Ok, Akhi.” Damian’s voice is sleepy, and Jason can practically hear him drifting off.

He smiles softly, having Damian around helped tremendously with getting the Pit Rage under control, and he’s sure that’s what Talia’s plan was. The rage is useful for some things, but if she wanted to get Damian out of Nanda Parbat for his safety, she had to make sure he wouldn’t be overcome with pit rage and kill the kid.

The drive passes pretty quickly, though he does catch a few glimpses of Bats on rooftops on his way to the manor. He makes sure they haven’t followed him, and then parks in the woods about a mile from the manor.

“C’mon, Habibi.” He grabs Damian out of the backseat and settles him on his hip.

“I can walk, I am not a child!” His voice is still sleepy, but the exclamation is still there.

Jason couldn’t help but snort.

“Actually, by definition, you are a child. I’m not making you walk a mile, I can carry you.”

“I can walk, Todd!”

“Quiet, Habibi. You’re not walking.”

“Tt.” Damian huffs but settles down.

The walk passes quickly, if you ignore Damian’s annoyed grumbling, and then they’re standing before the gates of the manor.

Well, kind of.

They’re standing off to the side and in one of the camera blind spots.

Jason takes a second to analyze the fence line, and finds a shorter tree they could climb and hop over.

Hopefully Bruce didn’t drastically change the security measures on the grounds.

He carries Damian over to the tree and prompts him to grab the lowest branch. Once he is safely sitting in the tree, Jason climbs up after him.

”Can you jump over the fence and land safely?”

Damian tosses a scathing glare (well…as scathing as a six year old can be) at Jason and prepares to jump.

”That wasn’t an answer, and I really need one. The ‘safely’ was the most important part of that.”

”Tt.” Damian throws himself off the branch, flipping in the air and lands softly on the ground.

”You’re gonna get along so great with Golden Boy…” Jason mutters before following. He doesn’t flip, but he does manage to land almost as softly as Damian. He eyes the yard for a few seconds, trying to spot the security triggers.

He scoops Damian up again and picks his way across the yard, heading for the Manor.

He stops a little ways away, within view of the driveway and front door. “Ok, I’ll stay here until you’re inside.”

Damian furrows his brow and turns his inquisitive gaze on Jason. “You are not coming with me?”

”This isn’t my home anymore, Princeling.” He smiles sadly, “Your father won’t want me around, this is somewhere you have to go alone.”

”I do not want to live there without you! Why can’t I stay with you?”

”You need to stay with your father. He can keep you safe.” Jason crouches to be eye level with him, and runs a hand through Damian’s soft hair. “I will always come if you call, Habibi. I promise you.” He tugs two letters out of his jacket, one for Bruce and one for Alfred.

He wrote the one for Alfred specifically. Damian needs to know how to contact Jason, and therefore someone in the family will too.

“Give these to Alfred Pennyworth when he opens the door.” He hands them to Damian, “Go on now.”

”No! You can’t leave me.”

”Damian.”

”Why do you have to leave me?” Damian’s eyes started watering.

”I don’t belong here, ok? I can’t stay.”

Damian huffs and glares at him, tears still leaking out of his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but you need to go.” Jason pulls him in for a quick hug. “I love you, Habibi. If you need me, tell Alfred, alrigh’? He’ll be able to contact me.”

Damian doesn’t respond, just buries his face in Jason’s chest, in an uncharacteristic show of affection.

Eventually, Damian pulls away and wipes his eyes. “I do not want you to go, Akhi.”

If Jason stays any longer he just might stay, damn Damian’s convincing.

“I can’t, Dami. Bruce doesn’t want me!”

”How do you know?”

I’m not your father. I don’t have to deal with your teenage rebellion.

I’m not your father

I’m not your father

”Because he fuckin’ told me so, kid.”

”Tt.”

”Dami…” Jason sighs, “I’ll visit, how ‘bout that? I’m sure we can figure it out.”

”That is acceptable, I suppose,” Damian’s tone is sullen, and he refuses to meet Jason’s eyes.

”Good. Now go on, the bats will probably be back from patrol soon.”

Damian darts in for another quick hug, then makes his way towards the door.

Jason watches as he knocks, then a few seconds later Alfred opens the door. Damian hands over the letters and is ushered inside.

Time for Jason to head out, then.

“Bye, Habibi.” He murmurs, then leaves the way he came.

[dickgraysonsptsd]

re bruce going off the deep end nd killing when dick dies; i don't know if you've read jla: the nail but it s soso insane. to me

(spoilers,, you should read it if you haven't it's rlly good and only three issues)

ok. so the joker kills robin and batgirl in some unspecified horrible way in front of bruce and forces him to keep his eyes open. and then bruce freaks out and kills him on live tv. then he grabs selina's unconscious body and goes back to the cave on autopilot. goes catatonic and just sits and stares into the distance

and then!!! selina dresses up in the robin uniform to snap him out of it (?? this feel implicative of something..) , she asks him why he's given up now and won't get justice for his partners and they go help out the jla.

in the end he turns himself in for killing the joker (he doesn’t end up going to jail though), leaves the jla and “…he continues to fight crime, his crusade has become a self-imposed penance”(. it was also that before.but now its for robin and batgirl’s deaths instead of his parents). technically they don't say which robin it is but it feels like it has to be dick w timelines and all..

but bruce's breakdown there is to me always what would happen if dick dies. like total shut down and abandonment of morality and then living the rest of his life trying to pay for it somehow.. soso insane

thank you for this rec this was such a good read!! T_T i'm surprised at how accessible this feels too, like i think someone with only passing knowledge of basic dcu info (there is a group called the justice league, batman is there, superman was raised by the kents) could still really enjoy this

the sequences in the cave are SO GOOD i love bruce's cataonia and his o_O o_o O_O eyes... selina dressing as dick to snap bruce out of it and inspire him to try again (and bruce FREAKING OUT AT IT <3) is a great moment and should go in the hall of "even dc knows brudick is There" fame. like ok your butlerdad can't help you... your gf can't help you... but believing your dead brothersonfriendhusband is alive again and speaking to you CAN finally shake you from your grief catatonia... hm!!!

i loved the ending w/ bruce returning to gotham to continue the mission but withdrawing from the world... dick being the ray of light that helped bruce open up to others and learn to work with a partner/teammates, and then dick's death being what causes him to retreat from his team for good and close off from the world again... bruce treating his mission now as penance for failing dick... AARGH!!

it's basically the best case scenario for the aftermath of dick dying that i can see happening... bruce kills but it's just the one time, then he goes back to gotham to be severely depressed (EVEN MORE THAN USUAL) forever 😭😭😭 they're never going to invent a dick grayson dying that isn't world-shattering for bruce!!!!!!

[koalagc]

The new batfam member

Edit I kinda went overboard and wrote a 43-page document so I'm just posting the whole document for those who want the first season of what I'm just deciding to turn into a comic

OK hear me out, since it looks like Damian is giving up the Robin mantle I’m introducing my OC as the possible new Robin, and a new member of the Batfam

CHARACTER

NAME: Orson Hillingham

BACKGROUND: Court of Owls elite trained talon taught not only martial arts but magic and engineering as well

PERSONALITY: He is a noble and behaves like it he is also a weapon (always follows orders), who has never received love

DESCRIPTION: A black-haired 10-year-old with golden eyes and a very fit composure(See Image 1) 

Here is how I imagine him meeting

Scene 1: The Batcave

(Bruce is reviewing crime scene photos of the massacred gangsters. Jason enters, pulling off his helmet.)

Jason: Hey, B. I came as soon as I heard. What's this mission about again? Bruce: Gangsters are disappearing. Jason: (smirking) Ain’t that a good thing? Bruce: No. Especially if I’m right about who’s behind it.

(Bruce pulls up a screen displaying the Court of Owls insignia. Jason’s smile fades.)

Scene 2: The Iceberg Lounge

(Penguin’s henchmen are torturing a kidnapped millionaire in the center of the lounge. The sound of glass shattering above grabs their attention. Batman descends through the skylight, landing with precision as chaos erupts around him. The henchmen panic, some reaching for weapons.)

Henchman 1: (nervously) Oh no, it’s the Bat!Henchman 2: (grabbing a gun) Come on, Batsy! Let’s see what you’ve got!

(Before he can aim, a clawed gauntlet emerges from the shadows, impaling him in the chest. The figure steps into the light—a young Talon, impeccably dressed in fine attire, a mask covering his face, and a flowing cloak trailing behind him.)

Batman: Talon. Stop this. You don’t have to do this.

(Talon ignores him, moving his hands and chanting in an otherworldly language. An ethereal duplicate materializes and starts making its way toward the millionaire, killing every henchman in its path. Batman leaps into action, taking down remaining henchmen with precision strikes.)

(Red Hood crashes through a side window, landing beside Batman.)

Red Hood: (smirking) Looks like someone isn’t in the mood for small talk.

(Jason fires six rounds at Talon. Talon raises a hand, and spectral owls materialize, intercepting the bullets mid-air. Talon lunges at Batman with clawed boots, narrowly missing as Batman counters.)

(The room is now littered with unconscious or dead henchmen. Talon’s ethereal double reaches the kidnapped millionaire, ripping his heart out before dissolving into dark mist. With a flick of his wrist, Talon reabsorbs the energy.)

(Talon surveys the room, ensuring everyone is either unconscious or dead. Satisfied, he turns to Batman.)

Talon: (calmly) There. Now we can talk freely. No witnesses.

Batman: (narrowing his eyes) Talk? What are you playing at?

Talon: (slowly circling Batman) You’re predictable, Bruce. You show up, save the day, spout your moral code, and leave. That’s how you’ve always operated.

(Jason freezes mid-reload, glancing at Batman in surprise.)

Red Hood: (growling) What did you just say?

Talon: (smirking) Oh, don’t worry. The Court of Owls doesn’t know who you are, I’ve read every file. Bruce Wayne is a billionaire playboy by day and a masked vigilante by night. And your little band of misfit children? Amateurs.

(Batman’s expression hardens, but his voice remains calm.)

Batman: If you know who I am, I don’t take threats lightly.

Talon: (tilting his head) A threat? No, Bruce. This is simply a courtesy. A chance to say goodbye before the Court sends someone less... reasonable.

(Jason steps forward, gun raised.)

Red Hood: (coldly) Reasonable? You’ve got a weird definition of the word, kid.

Talon: (ignoring him) You’re an interesting man, Bruce. You claim to fight for justice, but your hypocrisy is astounding. How many lives have been ruined by breaking their will or throwing them in a wheelchair? Not to say about your murderous son standing next to you (Batman takes a step closer, his voice low and commanding.)

Batman: You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve sacrificed.

Talon: (leaning in slightly) I know enough. And I know you won’t kill me, no matter how much you want to.

(Talon suddenly moves, firing claw-tipped projectiles at Batman’s feet. He follows with a swift grapple kick, forcing Batman to jump back. Jason opens fire, but Talon summons another flock of spectral owls, deflecting the bullets. The battle resumes, with Talon using fireballs and acrobatics to keep both Batman and Red Hood at bay.)

(Eventually, a stray fireball rebounds off a mirror, detonating explosives near Talon. The blast sends him flying, knocking him unconscious. Batman catches him before he hits the ground, while Jason takes out the remaining henchmen who are regaining consciousness.)

(As the dust settles, Jason looks at the unconscious Talon.)

Red Hood: (gritting his teeth) What’s the plan, B? He knows everything.

Batman: (hoisting Talon over his shoulder) We take him back to the cave. He’s more valuable alive.

(Jason watches as Bruce carries Talon out of the wreckage, his expression conflicted.)

Scene 3: Wayne Manor – Guest Room

(Talon(still wearing the mask) wakes up in a guest room, disoriented. Batman, now unmasked as Bruce Wayne, stands at the foot of the bed.)

Bruce: You’re safe here. I know you probably don’t want to talk, but I need to know—how did you figure it out? Talon: (coldly) You’re the only person in Gotham with the money, motivation, and manpower to be Batman.

(He looks around, realizing where he is.)

Talon: Wayne Manor. Bruce: Yes. Talon: I need to return to the orphanage. They’ll worry if I don’t report back. Bruce: You’re an orphan? Talon: (matter-of-factly) Yes. And since I have no direct orders to kill you, I’ll be going now.

(Talon leaves.)

Montage: Orson’s Encounters with the Bat Family

(Talon—revealed as Orson Hillingham—carries out missions for the Court of Owls while frequently crossing paths with the Bat family. Despite their clashes, Orson watches them longingly from the shadows. His gaze lingers on their camaraderie, their family dynamic. Each member of the Bat family notices.)

Scene 4: Orphanage Visit

(Bruce, fully in his "Brucie Wayne" persona, visits the orphanage with reporters in tow.)

Reporter: Mr. Wayne, don’t you think you already have enough children? Bruce: (charming smile) Can you ever have too much family?

(Inside, Bruce meets the receptionist.)

Receptionist: Mr. Wayne, we pride ourselves on treating our children with dignity and respect. If you’re here to adopt, I suggest another institution. Bruce: (lowering his voice) I’m here for Orson Hillingham.

(Orson, overhearing this, emerges from the shadows.)

Orson: I’ll speak with him. In private.

(In a meeting room, Orson shuts down Bruce’s comms with a hidden device.)

Orson: What do you want, Mr. Wayne? Bruce: You can drop the act. We both know who we are. Orson: Fine. What do you want? Bruce: To help you. The Court isn’t a safe environment for a kid. Orson: (scoffing) And jumping off rooftops with your circus is?

(Bruce pauses, trying a different approach.)

Bruce: Why do you follow their orders? Orson: It’s all I’ve ever known, whoever owns me legally gets to give them, and that is the court, unless… you’re offering to give me orders yourself?

(Bruce doesn’t answer immediately. Orson smirks and presses the button, reactivating Bruce’s comms.)

Scene 5: Wayne Manor – Dinner

(Bruce invites Orson to dinner at the manor, where the Bat family gathers. Jason cooks, and the group shares stories. Orson remains mostly silent but observes their interactions with a mix of envy and curiosity. For the first time, he laughs softly at one of Dick’s jokes.)

Scene 6: First Mission as Duskhaunt

(Oracle’s voice comes through the Bat-family comms as the team prepares for their first mission with Orson Hillingham, codenamed "Nocturne.")

Oracle: Alright, team. Your mission is to stop the drug deal at Blüdhaven docks. Nocturne, stick to the rule—no killing.

Nocturne(wearing a stealth suit with a scarf as a mask covering the upper half of his face): (calmly) Understood.

(Orson uses his magic abilities to move himself and Nightwing to the rooftop of a warehouse overlooking the docks. Red Hood and Red Robin take up ground positions as Batman coordinates from a distance.)

Nightwing: (smirking) Fancy moves, kid. Ever thought about joining the circus?

Nocturne: (flatly) That is unlikely.

Red Hood: (over comms) Enough banter, lovebirds. Let’s focus.

(The team scopes out the operation below: armed thugs loading crates onto a ship. Batman gives the signal.)

Batman: Nightwing, Nocturne—create a diversion. Red Robin, Red Hood, and I will secure the cargo.

(Nightwing leads the charge, flipping into the fray with acrobatic flair. Orson follows, striking with surgical precision, disarming and incapacitating thugs without killing.)

Nightwing: (grinning) Not bad, Nocturne. Keep this up, and you might make me proud.

Nocturne: ..

(Things take a turn when a thug grabs Tim from behind, pressing a knife to his throat. Nightwing is momentarily distracted, and another thug lands a brutal blow, knocking him to the ground. Before Nightwing can recover, he’s pinned by two thugs, one raising a crowbar to strike.)

Thug 1: (yelling) One move, and the birdies die!

(Orson freezes, his sharp gaze darting between the thugs and his teammates in danger. Slowly, he pulls out his Talon mask, slipping it on. His demeanor shifts instantly, and he steps forward, his claw gauntlets gleaming.)

Thug 2: (nervously) What the hell is that kid doing?

Thug 1: Don’t care—kill him!

(Before they can act, Orson lunges, claw gauntlets slashing. He moves with lethal precision, incapacitating the thug holding Tim with a brutal strike to the shoulder. The thug screams as he falls, dropping the knife. Orson turns his attention to the thugs pinning Nightwing, his strikes becoming faster and more brutal.)

Nightwing: (struggling to stand) Orson! Don’t—

(Orson doesn’t stop. His movements are ruthless, and blood begins to stain his gauntlets. One thug drops to the ground, clutching his side. Orson’s focus shifts to the next target, raising his claws for a finishing blow—when Batman appears, grabbing his wrist mid-strike.)

Batman: (commanding) Orson. That’s enough.

(Orson freezes, his breathing heavy. The Talon mask hides his expression, but his hesitation is palpable. Batman’s grip tightens as he speaks, his voice low and firm.)

Batman: We don’t kill. Ever.

(Orson glances at the unconscious Nightwing and the terrified Red Robin, then at the bloodied thugs around him. Slowly, he lowers his arm and removes the Talon mask, saving it in his cloak.)

Nocturne: (quietly) They would have killed him.

Batman: (calm but stern) And you stopped them. But we do it our way.

(Red Hood approaches, smirking at the scene.)

Red Hood: (mockingly) Gotta say, kid, for a second there, I thought you were gonna join my side of the argument.

Nightwing: (weakly) You’re not... helping, Jason.

(Orson stands silently, his face unreadable. Batman steps closer, his tone softening slightly.)

Batman: (to Orson) You made the right choice stopping. This is part of being in the family—learning restraint.

(Orson nods, but his eyes remain distant. The team regroups, leaving the thugs subdued but alive as they head back to the Batcave for debriefing.)

Scene 7: Orson’s Nightmare

(Orson lies in his bed at the orphanage, his scarf covering the upper half of his face, the faint moonlight casting long shadows across the room. The sounds of the night outside are distant, and within the orphanage, the stillness is unnerving. Orson drifts into a fitful sleep, his nightmares creeping in.)

(The scene flickers, shifting between the dim, candle-lit halls of the orphanage and the darker, more oppressive chambers of the Court of Owls. The orphanage is a strange place: to the outside world, it's a haven for wealthy children, an exclusive institution that promises a future of privilege. But beneath the surface, it is a breeding ground for the Court’s future Talons. The walls are adorned with symbols of the Court, and the children are raised not just to learn but to serve a darker purpose.)

(Young Orson, barely 5 years old, walks the shadowed hallways of the orphanage. His steps are quiet, almost imperceptible. The other children here are older, and their eyes gleam with the cold, calculating look of those being groomed for something far more sinister. They are being trained to follow the Court’s commands—some, like Orson, will be Talons, but not all of them have been marked for the lethal training.)

Court of Owls (echoing from the darkness, whispering): You are ours, Talon. The orphanage is yours—our children, our legacy. You will be the weapon we need. Obey, and you will become more than just a shadow. You will be the darkness itself.

(Orson’s eyes are wide with the weight of the Court’s words, but he is too young to understand the full extent of their plans. He sees the older children—rich, and entitled, but with a coldness that betrays their age. They are already learning combat, strategy, and espionage. They don’t learn magic as he does—no, they are being prepared for brutal roles, but they don’t have his talent. Their eyes are empty, their hearts trained to obey.)

(Orson walks through the corridors of the orphanage and enters the training room. Here, children are sparring, testing their limits, each one growing stronger in their silent obedience to the Court’s will. Among them is a young boy, 10 years older than Orson, but his movements are sharp, his body precise. Orson knows his face—the boy is one of the Court’s chosen, a future Talon in training. But there’s something cold in his eyes, a reminder of what Orson’s future will be if he’s not careful.)

(In the corner of the room, the Court’s voice whispers again, this time more urgent.)

Court of Owls (voice growing more insistent): You belong to us, Talon. Do not defy us. You will not be allowed to leave. The orphanage will burn with all inside it if you fail. There is no escape. Only obedience.

(Suddenly, the scene shifts. Orson is standing on the balcony of the orphanage, looking down at a flaming inferno consuming the building. The fire dances in the night, casting long, menacing shadows on the walls. Screams fill the air as the children trapped inside cry out for help, but the doors are locked, the windows sealed shut. There’s no way out. Orson stands frozen as the Court’s laughter words in his ears.)

Court of Owls (mocking): This is your future if you defy us, Talon. Everything you hold dear will be taken. The fire will reach everyone you care about. The orphanage, your only family, will burn. You have no choice. You will obey.

(The flames rise higher, scorching the sky. Orson feels the heat of the fire, but he can’t move, can’t act. The Court’s words are like chains holding him in place.)

(The scene flashes back to the training room, where the older children are still sparring. The instructors, faceless and unyielding, watch over them. They don’t see the destruction outside. Orson turns to see one of the older boys—another Talon, a few years older than him—staring at him with an unsettling calm. His eyes are empty, distant, but there’s something in the boy’s gaze that hints at the darkness consuming them all.)

Older Talon (calm, emotionless): You’ll be one of us soon. It’s not that bad. They’ve trained us to kill, to obey. The Court will give us everything we need. You won’t have to worry about the fire if you just do as they say.

(But Orson can’t shake the feeling that he’s already lost something—his childhood, his innocence. The Court has taken it all, shaping him into something else.)

Constantine, who was his magic teacher (his voice rings out, distant but clear): (yelling from the past) This is what they’ll do to you, kid! They’ll use you up until there’s nothing left, and when they’re done, they’ll throw you away! Don’t let them win.

(The flames flare higher, and Orson watches as the orphanage crumbles under the weight of the Court’s control. The other children are oblivious to the fire, lost in their training, and trapped by the same fate. Orson can’t escape. There’s nowhere to run. He’s a prisoner in the very place that’s supposed to protect him.)

(Orson wakes with a start, gasping for air, drenched in sweat. His small hands shake as he pulls the scarf tighter around his face. The nightmare lingers in his mind, the echo of the Court’s control wrapping tighter around him. He looks around the room, the quiet of the orphanage now feeling like a prison.)

Orson (whispering to himself, shaking his head): I can’t... I won’t let them win. I won’t be their weapon. I’ll find a way out.

(But as he lies back, the shadows of the room seem to move, the Court’s presence always watching, always waiting.)

Scene 8: A Month Later - The Adoption

(A month has passed since Orson's unsettling nightmares and the encounters with Bruce. The orphanage has grown quieter, and Orson, once distant and cold, has gradually adjusted to his new life under Bruce's care—though the weight of the Court's control still haunts him. His movements are now more relaxed, but his eyes are sharper, constantly scanning his surroundings for threats.)

(Inside Wayne Manor, Orson stands near the grand fireplace in the study, his small figure silhouetted against the roaring fire. Bruce is seated at his desk, flipping through papers, a brief pause in his work. The sounds of the mansion are quiet, but a sense of tension hangs in the air—Orson is about to speak of the burden he's been carrying, one he can no longer ignore.)

Orson (quietly, his voice steady but heavy):Bruce... I need to tell you something.

(Bruce looks up from his papers, sensing the weight of the moment. Orson stands in front of him, his posture slightly stiff, but there's an underlying urgency in his expression—something more than just a child’s typical fear.)

Bruce (setting down the papers, his gaze soft but intent):What’s wrong, Orson?

Orson (hesitating for a moment, then speaking with quiet conviction):The Court of Owls... they're not finished with me. And now that I’m not tied to the orphanage anymore... I’m worried they might come for you.

(Bruce remains silent, watching Orson closely, sensing that this is the kind of conversation that doesn’t come easily to the boy. Orson’s golden eyes flicker with a certain fear, but also with defiance—a fire burning deep within that refuses to be extinguished.)

Orson (continuing, his tone more serious):They control the orphanage now. All the children there... they’re part of the Court. I’m not the only one they’ve trained. They’ve used the orphanage to make sure that no one can escape them. If you think the others are safe, you’re wrong. They're part of it. They won’t die, not unless they betray the Court... and I know they won’t.

(His gaze darkens, a shadow of guilt flickering through his eyes. He’s not connected to the orphanage anymore, but part of him can’t shake the feeling that he should have done more to protect the others.)

Bruce (softly, but with authority):So, you're telling me that the Court is still a threat, even now that you're here?

(Orson nods solemnly. He steps closer, his gaze unwavering as he looks up at Bruce, as though trying to gauge how much Bruce truly understands the gravity of his situation.)

Orson (voice tightening with concern):They’ve already marked me. I can’t go back. If I step out of line, if I even think about going back there... they’ll burn everything down again. They won’t hesitate. But... (pauses, his voice lowering) you’re now a target. They will come for you. They’re watching. They're always watching. Even if I’m no longer with them, they’ll make sure you’re... collateral damage.

(Bruce listens carefully, his expression steady but hardening as he absorbs the threat. The room feels colder, the weight of Orson’s words sinking in. Orson isn’t just a scared, trained killer anymore. He’s someone who understands the stakes—someone who’s lived in the shadows of the Court, seeing firsthand the depth of their cruelty.)

Bruce (leaning forward slightly, his voice low and calm):Orson, you don’t need to worry about me. The Court can’t touch me if they don’t know where to find me. I’ve dealt with them before.

(Orson shakes his head, his small fists clenched tightly by his sides. The anger that burns inside him is palpable.)

Orson (forcefully, though his voice remains measured):You don't understand! They will make it personal. I’m not a pawn anymore, I’m a loose thread. If they think I’m a risk—if they think you’re a risk—they won’t hesitate to destroy you, and they'll make sure I’m the one to do it. They won’t stop until everyone who stands in their way is gone.

(Orson takes a breath, visibly calming himself. The urgency of the warning hasn’t left his tone, but there’s a deeper sadness in his eyes now, as though he’s resigned to the burden of what he’s about to say.)

Orson (quietly):You’re not just in danger because of me, Bruce. You’re in danger because of who you are. The Court sees you as a threat. They’ve been watching you for years.

(Bruce stands, walking slowly over to Orson, his eyes softening as he looks down at the boy. Orson, despite his words, still carries the weight of being part of a family that was never his. His posture is tense, but he’s standing in front of Bruce as if pleading for understanding.)

Bruce (gently):Orson, I’ve known the Court of Owls for a long time. They don’t control me. I control my own destiny. And now, you do too. The past doesn’t define you, and neither will the Court.

(Orson looks up at Bruce, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and relief. He wants to believe him—wants to believe that his new life here with Bruce can shield him from the darkness of his past.)

Orson (softly, a quiet fear still lingering in his voice):But they will keep coming, won’t they? It doesn’t matter how far I run, they’ll always know where I am. They won’t stop until I’ve... until I’ve killed everyone they’ve marked.

(Bruce crouches down, placing a hand on Orson’s shoulder, a rare moment of warmth between them. His voice is firm, unyielding, but it holds a promise,a promise that Orson will never have to face this darkness alone.)

Bruce (with quiet determination):No, Orson. They won’t stop until we make them. And I’m not letting you face this alone. Not now. Not ever.

(For a brief moment, Orson’s tense shoulders loosen, the unspoken fear lifting just enough to let him believe, believe that maybe, for once, he has someone who will protect him, someone who will stand by him no matter what.)

[rubydubydoo122]

Jason gets de-aged because I've seen fics of Tim or Dick being de-aged, and Bruce losing his memory, but no one has realized the potential for angst if you de-age Jason.

When Jason woke up to the familiar ceiling of the batcave, feeling… whole. 

He remembered everything. 

He remembered dying, crawling out of his grave, and jumping out of the Lazarus Pit. He remembered the moment Talia showed him pictures of Tim as Robin, he remembered planting the bomb under the Batmobile. He remembered every single thing that happened in the past five years. 

And he remembered things from before. Things he had forgotten due to the blunt force head trauma. He had forgotten about the nights they would spend in the library after Jason had a nightmare. He had forgotten about the moments he had with Dick where they would team up against Bruce, like real brothers. He had forgotten about most of the good moments he had while living at the manor. At his home. And they were really good memories. 

He didn’t know whether to cry in relief or guilt or mourning, because that was just another thing to add to the list of things that the Joker took away from him. The memories of all the good things. 

He covered his face with his arm and he could tell by the size and weight of it that he was back to normal. 

Back to being the Red Hood. The real lone-wolf vigilante in Gotham because he had burned bridges with anyone who had cared about him. What a fucking asshole. 

“Jay, Lad, you’re awake.” He heard the squeak of the chair that they kept in the medbay, “How are you feeling?”

He didn’t lift his arm up to look at Bruce. Fuck, Jason had collapsed in front of his grave. He probably given Bruce an aneurysm. A week ago, he would’ve laughed, but now… he just felt guilty. “I'm sorry.” He meant that for a million different things. He’s sorry for trying to kill half of the family. He’s sorry for digging up Bruce’s trauma. He’s sorry for believing that Bruce didn’t love him. 

“Jason, I’m sorry—“

“Bruce. I know we have a lot to talk about, but can you give me, like… a couple minutes to sort out my brain?”

The chair squeaked again, but Bruce didn’t say anything. 

Jason sat up to look at Bruce, who was sitting in the chair, stunned. “Sorry, I just thought you would be… more upset.”

“I am upset.” Because even though he was lost in a tornado of emotions he could tell that upset was one of the major fronts. 

“I didn’t mean to make it seem like I cared about the younger version of you more than—“

“That’s not why I’m upset.” Maybe a week ago, but not really right now. “I’m more upset that all of you made the collective decision to keep my death from me.” He paused looking for the right words, “I— younger me really thought I made it. I thought I got to perform in the school musical, open acceptance letters, I thought I got to walk across the stage and move into a dorm.” He felt his eyes burn in shame as he looked down at his hands. The hands that were once stained in Tim’s blood. The hands that once held a gun aimed at Damian, “I thought I would’ve been a good older brother, and you all just let me believe that. And I get it,” he looked back up at the stalactites hanging from the ceiling, “telling 15 year old me that, despite everything, I still didn’t make it, it would’ve been hard, but it was worse to realize that I never really got those things.” He took a deep breath, “I’m not angry at you. Not anymore. And there’s more we need to talk about, but I think I’m going to need to sleep on some things before we do.”

Jason looked back at Bruce, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Bruce this… vulnerable. “Yes. Ok. Yeah, take as much time as you need.” But Bruce took Jason’s hands in his, “Just- know that I’m proud of you. For all that you’ve been through, and all that you’ve overcome, you still have a good heart. You have always had a good heart.”

“I love you, Dad. And I see now how much you love me too.”

Jason found Dick in his room. He doesn’t know what possessed him to come to Dick first— he was planning on sitting in the library, bawling his eyes out, and then talk with Bruce about whatever he wanted to talk about. Yet here he was, standing in Dicks doorway, feeling like he was 13 again, wondering if Dicks “I’m always here to talk if you need to,” was real. 

Turns out, everyone in the manor, besides Bruce and Alfred, were already there. 

They were all curled up in some way against Dick. Damian under his right arm, Tim under his left. Cass was curled around Tim, but had her head resting on Dicks shoulder, and Duke was laying perpendicularly across Dicks legs, though he was clutching Zitka tightly in his arms. 

There was also part of him that felt kind of left out. Realizing how close everyone was except for him. And he knew that was his fault. He had burned the bridges before he could even try to cross them. Now all he could do was gaze at the city from across the river. 

No. 

He’s been building a new bridge. Getting closer and closer to the city. To this family. He wouldn’t mess it up again. Because the 12 year old kid who jacked the Batmobiles tires deserved a home. The 13 year old kid who had been in the middle of a custody tug of war deserved a family. The 15 year old who ran away from home desperate to find a mother deserves love. 

“Jason!” Dick shot up, effectively ruining the cuddle pile, and drawing attention to him lurking at the doorway. Though, he wouldn’t be surprised if Cass already knew he was there. 

There was a collective look of relief throughout the group, even from Damian. Of all people. 

He shoved the knot that was in his stomach down and opted for a laugh, “I have fought valiantly, and I have reclaimed puberty from the wicked witch of the west.”

He was almost knocked over by everyone coming in for a group hug. 

“You little lying bastard.” He felt Duke's hand swat the back of his head, “man, it took us a whole hour to figure out that none of us knew where you were. Dick was about to kick down your door when Bruce came up with the key.”

Of all the old memories that Jason had gotten back, Bruce had never intruded on Jason’s space without him wanting to. He didn’t even think he had a key. So why…

“And then, Bruce brought you back unconscious. We thought you were gonna die again, but then you magically poofed back into your giant ass self, and—“

“Breathe!” Because he knew Tim would keep rambling, “and I just woke up, give me a minute.” Because he was expecting just Dick to be in his room. Not everyone. And as much as he cares for the whole entourage, he doesn’t think he has the energy to.. stay strong for them. He just wanted his big brother. Dick was his big brother first. 

And thank god for Cass’s people reading skills, because she cupped Jason’s cheek and offered him a small smile, “Might be big again, but you’re our little brother.” She glanced to Dick, and then guided Tim, Duke and Damian out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

Jason suddenly felt like he was still 15. Like he hadn’t been changed back. Like he was transported back in time to before everything had become so messy. 

Dick studied his face,  “What’s wrong?” He patted the space next to him on his bed. Just like that time Jason had gone to Titans Tower after Bruce had said he wasn’t Jason’s father. 

He sat down next to Dick, and then scooted down, so that he could comfortably rest his head on his chest. He could feel his face twitch, holding back the knot in his stomach that had risen into his throat. 

How could he have forgotten how much Dick cared? Maybe he wasn’t around that much, but he cared . He cared so much . 

He felt his expression crumple and fall. How could he have forgotten how much Dick tried?

Dick rubbed little circles into his back, as Jason muffled his sons into his shirt. Just like he had done when Jason wasn’t able to help Gloria Stanson. A couple nights before he left for space. He didn’t ask, or push, just waited. 

“I- I remember everything . I used to only be able to remember the bad. Now I remember…all the good too.” He stared at the tree outside of the window they used to climb together, “I remember now that even though you weren’t here often, you were a good brother. You were a really good brother. And I feel like shit for thinking you’ve always hated me, because—“

“Jason, can I be honest with you?” Dick dabbed at the tears that had fallen from Jason’s face. “I kind of assumed. When you wouldn’t get an inside joke, or when I would bring up something, and you would just stare blankly. I never felt offended when you didn't know, just upset with myself that I didn’t make more time, because maybe then certain memories would stick.” He traced the scar on Jason’s temple, “and I think a lot about how you were the one who reminded me how to love freely.” 

Jason looked up to make eye contact with Dick, “I was wondering how you went from angry at Bruce and the world to adopting the kids Bruce adopted.”

Dick chuckled, “I passed the angry child mantle down to you too. It comes with the post-Robin era.” He continued to trace the scar, “but seriously. Bruce having the emotional competency of a turnip while I was growing up really affected the way I connected with people. Then you came along, this kid, who despite having nothing but the clothes on his back, still loved with his whole heart. You were a lot like my parents in that sense. You turned Robin into a legacy, and I couldn’t think of a better person to have done that.” 

Jason turned away, “Fuck you. You’re making me cry.” They stayed like that in silence for a bit. “I, uh, found my old phone. And I listened to a bunch of the voicemails.”

He felt Dick tense up for a moment, “Oh?”

“You were Batman? Like I knew you were Batman with Damian, but I didn’t realize you were also Batman with Tim.”

He felt Dick relax under him, “That was not the direction I expected you to take.”

“I’m prioritizing.”

“Yeah, I was. It was only for a couple months, but I hated every moment of it then. Alfred was in England, and Bruce was training to get his strength up. I guess the good part was Tim. That was when we really got close. I think that was when I actually started to see him as my little brother.” Dick paused, “Though, if you’re bringing this up as a Segway to why make Damian Robin if you and Tim already had the Batman/Robin thing in the past, I did it because I saw Tim as an equal when it came to vigilantism. The Batman and Robin dynamic wouldn’t work with us.”

“Yeah… that makes sense.” Jason paused, “you killed the Joker?”

“Yeah.” Dick rested his head on top of Jason’s, “and just so you know, Bruce also came close right after he killed you. Close to the point where Clark had to stop him.”

“I never really wanted Bruce to kill the Joker. I just wanted him to prove he cared. If he had given me a hug, I probably would’ve stopped everything. I gotta tell him that.” He sat up, “Bro, Bruce said he was proud of me. I think he’s still following that mission to keep me happy.”

Dick snorted, “How do you know about that?”

“I snooped.” He shrugged and put his head back on Dicks chest, “I think we should make one for how Bruce should take care of all of us. And then make one for Tim to eat three meals a day and get at least five hours of sleep per day.” 

“But, seriously, we probably do.” He felt Dick start to fiddle with one of the bat charms in his hair as they fell back into silence. “Talia?”

Jason didn’t say anything. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything that you don’t want to, but I’m here if you want to talk about it.” Dick let out a breath, “You… listened to the voicemails, you know I… I won’t judge.”

Jason nodded and reached out to stroke Zitkas trunk, “I know I’m your… little brother, but you can talk to me too if you want to. It won’t change how I see you.”

Dick moved Zitka so she was closer to both of them, “yeah I know.”

Jason sighed, “I… I didn’t know how old I was until your birthday back in March. I simultaneously felt too old but too young. For everything.” 

“Yeah. Yeah. I get that.”

There was a long stretch of silence. It was the first time in a while that both of them had a heart to heart. It was the first time in a long time since they had an understanding between each other. 

“Is it bad? That I still see her as a mother?”

“Sheila?”

“Well, yeah, I guess,” because even after the betrayal, he still knew she did it because she didn’t really have any other choice, “but I was talking about Talia.”

“Oh.” He heard Dicks jaw click. 

“So yeah?”

“No, it's not that.” Dick gave it some thought. Choosing his words carefully, “I mean, she took care of you when no one else did, so it makes sense, but…every adult figure in your life has let you down in some way, and you deserve so much better than that.”

Jason thought about it for a minute. His papi had turned to a life of crime, his mami fell victim to heroin. Sheila had chosen her own life and reputation over Jason, and Talia kinda just… took Jason in to score points with Bruce.

Bruce… Bruce could never fully be his dad. Not anymore. Not with all the bad blood. Not when Batman would always be more important. “It’s, uh, I guess it’s too late now, but I’ll never regret the three years I spent calling this manor my home. They were probably the best years of my life.��� He pressed at a vein on Dicks hand. “Alfred and Bruce were good for me, though. They just… didn’t expect me to come back, which is understandable, but that was when I needed them the most.” He pulled Zitka in close, “Sometimes, I wonder what things would’ve been like if Bruce had found me instead of Talia.”

“I wonder that all the time too.” Dick continued to rub circles into Jason’s back, “You know, you’ll always be my little brother. My first little sibling. No matter how far apart we grow from each other, or if you annoy the shit out of me, You’ll always have a home in my heart. I promise.”

Jason stayed quiet while he basked in the comfort of his older brother for a while. Soaking in the feeling, making up for the years lost without it. “I love you too.”

After Jason was done talking to Dick he went straight to the kitchen. For one, he was hungry, because magic sucks, and he also felt the need to do something. Specifically, bake a strawberry cake. Because of course he had forgotten about his tradition with Alfred. Even during his past Birthday he had spent in Gotham, he didn’t— he didn’t even celebrate at all. He remembered it was his birthday, he just didn’t know how many candles to put on the cake. 

Jason just wanted to do this with Alfred. Like old times. Of course, Alfred was still out getting the groceries, and it felt like he’d been out for years, but nonetheless, he was a grown man allowed in the kitchen. So he started getting out the ingredients for the cake. 

Except they did not have any strawberries. Which put a real stickler in Jason’s plan because the fresh strawberries were the best part. They added a burst of tartness with each bit and balanced out the sweetness of the buttercream. 

Just then Alfred came through the kitchen with a brown paper bag. He looked from Jason to the countertop that had a neat array of ingredients and then back to Jason with a smile. Alfred set down the bag and reached into it. “I suppose we had the same idea, my boy.” He pulled out two boxes of the fancy strawberries he always got. “You’re going to have to double the recipe.” Alfred pulled out two more boxes. 

“Alright, Alfred.” Jason smiled back, and exchanged the bowl he’d originally taken out for a bigger one. Even though Alfred was working on dinner and Jason was working on the cake, they fell back into their old rhythm. 

One by one his siblings started filing in. First Cass, who nabbed a strawberry. Then Damian, who Jason may or may not have discretely gotten flour on his face, making him look absolutely adorable. And while Jason was pouring the batter into the pan Duke, Tim, walked in, so he had given them the bowl and spoon to clean off. 

He got started on the buttercream, slowly adding the strawberry compote that he’d made before he’d made the batter, when a finger made its way into the bowl, and then swiped his nose. 

He swatted at Dick when he tried to get another dollop to taste, “Nope. Nuh uh. Getchur fingers away from my buttercream.”

“Come on! Duke and Tim got to lick the batter!”

“And I was going to give this spatula to you, but if you're being impatient, it’s going to Cass.” 

Dick huffed and rounded the counter, sitting on the chair next to Cass. 

Tim and Damian were bickering, and Duke was adding comments that seemed to be egging on both sides. The subtle agent of chaos. 

Jason took the cake out of the oven and put it on a rack to cool. He made his way back to Alfred, who had just put the stove on simmer, and held his hand, “Thank you, Alfred.” 

“Whatever for, my boy?”

Jason observed everyone in the room. Cass ruffling Tim’s hair, and Duke finally cracking. Dick wiping the flour off of Damian’s face while he huffed about not tolerating this childish behavior. Bruce leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen with a fond smile on his face. “Wishing for this. For Bruce to have people to live for. For wishing for me back.”

Alfred smiled and looked at Jason, “I always assumed it was you who made it happen. Using your magic to put everyone in a place to meet eventually before coming back to us yourself. And I am so so grateful that you did.”

And Jason knew Alfred meant it. Because it was Alfred. It was Alfred who loved them all so much that they were all just as much his kids as they were Bruce’s. Bruce might’ve built this family, but Alfred held it steady. 

Jason rested his head on Alfred’s shoulder. “You mean so much to me, Alfred.”

Alfred brought a hand up to cup Jason’s cheek, “However much I mean to you, I can assure you, you mean infinitely more to me.”

And Jason knew that. He picked his head up to look at Alfred, and gave him a smirk, “Does this mean I’m your favorite?”

Alfred raised his eyebrows, “I care for you all equally.”

Jason could feel himself grin from ear to ear, because yup. He was definitely Alfred’s favorite, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.” 

He went back over to the cake and started frosting it, casting another look at everyone in the room. He made eye contact with Bruce and offered him a smile, and he returned it. 

If someone had asked Jason a week ago if he considered these people his family he probably would have shot them in the face. He’d been so afraid his entire life that the home he’d founded would never be permanent. He had thought in the past five years he had lost the love he had gained. He thought it had all died along with him. Except it hadn’t. It had grown so much bigger and was waiting to engulf him back into the fold. Jason was finally ready to walk back into it.

The door opened, and Stephanie Brown slid across the wood and used Bruce to stop her momentum, “Guess who’s ready to collect blackmail consisting of Sunshine–” She paused and caught sight of him, “Jason! You’re a giant again.” She huffed, “I was going to convince little you that I was your favorite.”

“Blondie, you scared little me.” He held up the piping bag with the strawberry compote, “Quick, what should I write on the cake.”

Steph walked over and punched his shoulder, “ I lived, Bitches! All caps. ‘X’s to dot the ‘I’s.”

“You do know your don’t dot capital ‘I’s right?” Jason looked over to Alfred for permission.

“Well, Master Jason, You did live. Let the bitches know.”

The whole room erupted into howls of laughter, as Jason grinned and piped the words onto the cake, “Hell yeah, I lived Bitches.”

[graysonshmayson]

ok not a character playlist BUT some from my batman playlist:

song that is pretty accurate to the character's story

Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls- Bruce + kids dynamic

All These Things That I’ve Done by The Killers- batkids,

Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers- more batkids daddy issues

song that doesn't fit the character at all but i was thinking about them while listening to it on loop

Wonderwall by Oasis

Never Tear us Apart by INXS

Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger

My Own Worst Enemy by Lit

Renegade by Styx

Lukewarm by Penelope Scott

song that has one or two lines accurate to the character's story

august by Taylor Swift- Dick + Damian as batman and robin (specifically the parts about how "you were never mine" :( get it bc he's not dick's son)

Rose Colored Boy- Dick + Jason

Two Slow Dancers by Mitski- i think dick and bruce want to go back sometimes

Thumbs by Lucy Dacus- "You've been in his fist ever since you were a kid. But you don't owe him shit even if he said you did. You don't owe him shit even if he said you did". CMON!

mirrorball by Taylor Swift- dick grayson/tim drake trying to heal bruce "I'm still on that tightrope, I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me. I'm still a believer but I don't know why. I've never been a natural. All I do is try, try, try. I'm still on that trapeze, I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me". I've never been a natural all i do is try is especially tim drake coded.

song that just kind of is the vibe of the character

Lil Boo Thang by Paul Russel- Dick

Yellow Brick Road by Elton John- Jason

Bug Like an Angel by Mitski- general batfam blues

Blue Hair by TV Girl- Tim

Paper Rings/Lover by Taylor Swift- dick + barbara

Alíen Blues by Vundabar- jason todd

Feels Blind by Bikini Kill- stephanie brown

song that i desperately wish they would listen to because i personally like it

Vampire Empire by Big Thief

Christmas Kids by Roar

champagne problems by Taylor Swift

Cruel Summer by Versus Me- dick would fuck with this so hard

Happy Together (feat. Ray Toro) by Gerard Way

Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender- robins specifically!!

song that fits with the character so well its scary

Rule #4: Fish Inside a Birdcage by Fish Inside a Birdcage- SO DAMIAN AND DICK CODED WHAT THE HELL. LISTEN TO IT RN.

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives- DICK GRAYSON ARE YOU KIDDING ME. "All those empty rooms, we could have been anywhere, anywhere else. Instead, I made a bed with apathy. My heart knew the weight, ten years worth of dust and neglect, we made our peace with weariness and let it be" is so good for like the harsher realities of being robin and being the son of an emotionally unavailable and mentally ill man. plus the whole concept? "I shine only with the light you gave me"? SO robin core because he gave them EVERYTHING and then they have to exist without them?

Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother- very jason todd but more importantly

Would’ve Could've Should’ve by Taylor Swift- EVERY LINE OF THIS SONG is about jason todd!!! idc if you don't like taylor, if you like jason (ESPECIALLY catholic guilt jason like i do) check this out. I can't even quote specific lines because its so him. maybe in another post. I'll just leave this: "God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be, the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind, regret you all the time. I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep, the wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign. I regret you all the time"

unsure why this song is in the playlist but it's so ingrained in my mind as 'part of the playlist' that it would feel weird to remove it

Harness your Hopes (B-Side) by Pavement

Rät/Feel Better by Penelope Scott

Creep by Radiohead

an additional genre i’d like to include is:

“this song doesn’t canonically related to the storyline of this character but it matches perfectly with elements of their backstory i have made up”

18 by Anarbor- OK so this actually inspired so much by @duckytree's take on teenage dirtbag dick grayson but in my vision he dates roy after moving out in his teenage rebellion era and bruce does NOT like him dating roy lmao. "long hair and tattoos"... and roy gets that its a phase but is super into it anyway and they party hard together. this is canon and real to me. there is no alternative meaning to this song.

Moving in Place by Shauna Dean Cokeland- similar to the previous, this is teenage dirtbag titans!! fucking around on a beach in SF. check this OUT: "The world just ain't ready for us yet, that's it" says the guy to your left, you would die for that kid. Watch his eyes as they get sorta distant and different, and we're moving in place again, we're moving in place again. It sure is fun to hate something you'll love when it's gone. This time, it's everywhere and everyone at once. From moving in place to moving on, to moving on, to moving on, to moving on". Soooooso titan's coded.

right where you left me by Taylor Swift- to most people this is just another t swift song, but to me, it is actually about how bruce is frozen in time in his head after his parents death and cant move on

Tim I Wish You Were Born a Girl by of Montreal- i am ur average TimBer enjoyer but the merits of TimKon cannot be ignored and this sososo reads as Kon lamenting about Tim after he gets with Bernard, my poor boy...

character playlists always should have the following:

song that is pretty accurate to the character’s story

song that doesn’t fit the character at all but i was thinking about them while listening to it on loop

song that has one or two lines accurate to the character’s story

song that just kind of is the character’s vibe

song that i desperately wish they would listen to because i personally like it

song that fits the character so well that it’s scary

unsure why this song is in the playlist but it’s so ingrained in my mind as 'part of the playlist' that it would feel weird to remove it

[tortoisetales]

Robin #3-6

I did not save many images from this because tumblr has been fighting me on posting them, but I did include Tim being buried alive.

Love Tim’s grabby gremlin hands. (But he doesn’t grab, he lands on someone, of course, that and perching are his hobbies.)

Petty theft turning into a shootout turning into the guy falling off a roof is a hell of an escalation.

“All I want for Christmas is a major crime.” TIM.

We have barely seen Tim and Ariana dating and she already thinks he’s cheating on her. Honestly, I’m on Tim’s side here. Unless he said he’d be around, it’s not surprising he’s not around to take a call. They don’t have cell phones! Also they keep putting Tim’s entire head in shadow to be dramatic, and I love it.

Man, I do not like the anti-drug, “wanting pain meds makes you a junkie” take here from Steph.

Tim is too obsessed with crime to enjoy a movie. It’s already too late for him. Interesting that he says keeping his lives separate is the hardest part of the mask. I would have said it's that he's already become such a workaholic he can't relax on a nice date.

Robin #4 The thing about Steph kicking Tim in the head (and generally her violence against him) is that it’s this weird thing of trying to show she’s tough even though she is allowed to attack him casually because she’s a girl.

Tim’s just out here stealing evidence. Also, weird distinction that city cops good, subburb cops bad. (I suppose it could be just because of the one cop that attacked Tim, but … ) Also note that Tim carries Spoiler out of the window for some reason. Not helps her out, but carries her out. A small child could step out of that window without being injured, but not the big bad Spoiler.

Oh, this is the Tim buried alive with Spoiler’s dad thing. Yikes.

Robin 5 Spoiler straight up does not consider herself a vigilante yet, calls being Spoiler a “goof” to get back at her dad. I’m sure that’ll change with time.

I like that Tim has a spray anesthetic. Also, Tim is buried alive and still smiling. Pretty sure he uses it as an intimidation tactic.

And this is also where Ariana cheats on Tim to get back at him! Though it's a lot more sympathetic than I was expecting. She waited for hours, they had plans ... might as well do it with someone else.

Hahaha, Spoiler’s out here attacking the cops that are here to arrest the bad guys. She really only cares about getting her dad. And then she’s surprised the cops shoot at her.

This is interesting for so many reasons. Tim thinks about killing to save himself (under duress) and imagines Bruce being ashamed of him for doing so. I don't buy that Tim has only picked up Bruce's morals, but he does use external concepts to make sure he sticks to his (what Bruce would think, not denigrating Robin, etc)

Tim could've learned the meditative technique from that guy ... but was in fact sent there to gain an edge, not learn healing or meditative arts. Plus, I'm posting this after I've already gotten to Knight's End, so I know Bruce goes and trains under Shiva! And gets several people killed in the process!

Anyway, he kisses Steph. Which is so weird. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ … oh wait, he thought she saved his life. Nope, unless you count letting the bad guys get away so they could free Tim by accident? Sure, let’s count it.

And Tim is immediately like, “sure I kissed you, but why are you hitting on me?” Tim, what? I’m ace, is this normal allo behavior? Maybe he's dizzy from lack of oxygen and has no idea what's going on.

Robin 6

This is the middle part of a plotline I don't have the rest of >:( So only a couple comments:

Tim never gave Huntress’ ID to Bruce, good for him! Bratty but loyal, like a good lil bro. (OK, he doesn't think Bruce wants it, but still.)

The fingers up the nose is such a weird intimidation tactic.

The nice guns with halos shot is followed immediately by a panty shot. sigh

And I'm amused that Sister Ninja is a recurring character.

[verymuchimmortalcat]

Painting Over Scars and Bruises

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 5: Siblings and Day 25: Older/ Little! Mari ao3 @maribat-bdbwm

1.

Tim is being dragged to bed by a nine-year-old and he's too tired to fight against her. Marinette has wrapped him in a blanket and is currently scolding him about how sleep deprived he looks. Dick, the extremely cruel brother he is, is laughing and calling out encouragement to Marinette as he trails behind the two of them.

He's not fully sure how he ended up in this situation. He vaguely wonders if sleep deprivation leads to gaps in memory. He should get his laptop and check, when he tries to move away, Marinette holds his arm tighter and glares at him. "You're going to sleep. I'm not giving you a choice. Robin training can wait one night."

Behind him, Dick doubles over in his laughter and Tim glares at him weakly. Either Dick doesn't notice or he doesn't care, not that it affects Tim because Marinette isn't slowing down. Five minutes later he's been tucked into bed, the lights are switched off and Marinette and Dick have completely rid his room of any electronics. Marinette hugs him before she runs out his room cheerfully yelling out a good night. Dick who's finally stopped laughing, says, "Sweet dreams," before following after their younger sister.

Sighing, he closes his eyes and tries to get some sleep.

2.

Dick opens the door only to have a container of food shoved into his arms. Before he can say anything, Tim and Marinette have walked past him and into his living room. Shutting the door, he follows them inside.

He leaves the container in the kitchen The two of them are standing in the centre of his living room. Marinette is sitting on Tim’s shoulders and telling him something while Tim listens to her attentively. Noticing him she jumps off Tim and Dick rushes to catch her. She laughs when he does and Tim shrugs, “She’s been doing this a lot lately. Alfred says, ‘nine is the age where children decide they must climb on and jump off everything.’”

Dick laughs it off. “What brings the two of you Bludhaven?”

Marinette glares at him, “Babs said you’re not taking care of yourself properly so we brought you Alfie’s cooking.”

Dick freezes. So maybe it’s been an extremely busy week but he’s coping. And it certainly does not necessitate actual children having to worry about him. Plastering on a smile he says, “I’m fine, you really don’t have to worry about me.”

Marinette bonks him on the head at the same time Tim gives him an unimpressed look, “You’re literally limping. It won’t kill you to take a break. B asked Superman to take care of anything that comes up here.”

“B knows??”

Tim frowns slightly, “He’s worried too, you know.”

Dick mutters, “He has an odd way of showing it.”

Marinette grins at him, “Alfie’s lecturing him! Now! Eat!”

He turns to Tim with a pleading look. Tim smiles at him in faux innocence, “Who was it again who encouraged Marinette when she tried to get me to sleep more?”

Dick groans but he lets his little sister drag him to the kitchen, regardless.

3.

Jason is still shaking when he wakes up. He swears under his breath. It’s been so long since he had a nightmare. The door creaks open and when he doesn’t see anyone, he wonders if he’s still dreaming. But the door opens further and he lowers his gaze to see Marinette entering the room.

He goes towards the edge of his bed and whispers, “Hi Pixie, what are you doing up?”

She’s looking at him with worry in her big blue eyes, “Jay yelled out loud.”

“I’m sorry I woke you up.”

She climbs onto his bed, “It’s ok. I wasn’t asleep.”

Right. She hasn’t been sleeping well since the attack on the gala. Except unlike him, she barely makes a sound when she has a nightmare.

Marinette smiles at him, “We should go have cookies and milk! Dick says it helps,” she lowers her voice to a whisper, “but we have to do it without Alfie noticing.”

Jason is sure Alfred knows and simply chooses not to comment on it but he goes along with it anyway.

A few minutes later, the two of them are creeping along the hallways of the manor. Failing miserably at the actual sneaking around with how much Marinette keeps erupting into giggles. Not that Jason really minds, it’s not like they’d get in trouble.

When they make it to the kitchen, Marinette climbs onto the counter while Jason gets out cookies and pours both of them a glass of milk each. They finish it in relative silence, both of them starting to feel sleepy again.

When they return to their rooms, Marinette hugs him goodnight before vanishing into her room. He heads back to his room as well. He falls asleep soon, and sleeps well into the afternoon and is only woken up by both Dick and Marinette jumping onto his bed the next day.

4.

Cass wraps the bandage around her shoulder, but before she can finish someone takes it from her, “Let me do it for you.”

Marinette.

“I didn’t know you were in Gotham.”

“Something came up. I figured it would be easier to speak to Lucius in person.”

Cass hums, Marinette’s been working on her collaboration with WE almost religiously since her first year in college. It’s amazing how much Marinette has grown from the 11-year-old she first met. Though, she’s still as sweet and kind but she’s been a lot more closed off since Hawkmoth’s appearance. And it hasn’t changed after Hawkmoth’s defeat.

She’s broken out of her thoughts when Marinette asks, “What happened?”

“Sprained it while training. I was… distracted.”

Her younger sister frowns. Cass offers her a smile, “It’ll heal soon.”

“It’s not like you to be distracted.” Marinette murmurs before something strikes her and she grins evilly, “Was it Steph?”

Cass glares at her, “…no.”

Marinette’s grin only widens, “If you ever need help with that, I’m here.” Cass can feel herself blush and Marinette snickers.

Stepping away, Marinette announces, “I’m done.”

Suddenly it occurs to her, “Do the others know you’re here?”

“Nope. At least I didn’t tell them but they probably know. Why?”

Cass grins, “I have an idea.”

5.

Duke stares at the night sky. It’s been a while since he’s joined the others on patrol during their regular hours. It’s been a while since he’s been on patrol.

Someone lands next to him. He turns to look at which one of his siblings have decided to join him.

“Never would’ve guessed your preferred brooding spot was half built buildings.”

He splutters, “I do not have a brooding spot.”

She grins, “It’s ok everyone does. Hood has his favourite gargoyle, Nightwing likes heights, B just uses the whole city, Spoiler-”

“Ok fine. I get it. You can stop now.”

She laughs before turning serious, “B told me what happened.”

He inhales sharply, “And?”

“I was thinking maybe you’d like to come to Paris with me during the summer? I’m not really a meta and but I can help with the whole magic aspect of it if you want?”

His jaw drops in shock, “wait really?”

Marinette offers him a smile, “Of course. It’ll be fun.” She pauses for a second before continuing, gesturing wildly, “If you decide you wanna come. It’s totally fine if you don’t but I Just thought I’d offer. The whole magic/ meta overlap.” She trails off into awkward laughter.

“Thank you,” he says grinning.

She brightens, “You’ll come?”

“Yeah.”

She grins, getting her yoyo out, “We’re gonna have so much fun!!! See you back in Paris!”

And then she jumps off and onto the next building and Duke watches until she’s only a little dot in the distance before leaving to continue his own patrol.

+1

Marinette is slowly descending into madness. She’s so tired. She’s been running back and forth between Gotham and Paris switching between her new duties as Ladybug and helping Dick and Damian back in Gotham. She’d honestly kill for a full night’s sleep at this point.

Hmm maybe she should. Chat Noir would probably lend her his miraculous to kill the Joker.

She's been roaming around the penthouse for the past half hour trying to calm down when she walks into a wall, again. Which is how Damian finds her.

Her little brother is… interesting. Marinette can never figure out his intentions.

Coming closer, he pokes her with what feels like the hilt of a sword. “Are you fine?”

She doesn’t reply.

“Tt. Go get some sleep.”

She snorts, “I wish I could. There’s too much that needs to be done.”

“If you manage to do anything in your current state I'd be impressed.”

Either she looks really pathetic right now or Damian is more easily impressed than she thought.

He pokes her again, “Get. Some. Sleep.”

She sighs, “Fine. As soon as I find the energy.”

A second later she’s being dragged to her room by an extremely irritated ten-year-old. He pushes her into her bed and leaves, pausing at the door to say, “Sleep well.”

She does.

Unfortunately, she wakes up in time to receive a lecture from Dick on taking care of herself.

Their ages!!! it's been a while since I did this lmao In the 1st two: Dick: 21 Marinette: 9 Tim: 13 in the 3rd one: Jason: 12 Marinette: 6 4th and 5th: Cass: 27 Duke: 24 Marinette: 21 the +1: Damian: 10 Marinette: 13

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Between two worlds Anakin Skywalker x reader Chapter three Visions

The next day

“That was a strange day and I better wake up Anakin and obi wan” you said as you just wake up and walking out of your room and walk up to the spare bedroom where Anakin is sleeping in and you knock the door gently “hey anakin are you awake and sorry for waking you up” you said opening the door and you see Anakin already awake and he is sitting on the bed quietly “Anakin are you ok and is there something you don’t want to talk about you can tell me”you said sitting next to him “I’m having dreams of my mother dying and I haven’t see her for ten years my memory of her is fading” Anakin explained your eyes widen sadly “uh I have told anyone this my mother was killed right in front of me when I was twelve I don’t even remember her at all and I don’t who is my own father I think he abandoned me and I want to find him make him explain why he did not know that I existed “ you said sadly because you have never told anyone else except the avengers, Peter and Harry. The trauma you had since you twelve years old “I’m sorry for getting you worried and I did not know you had lost your mother already but I want back to Tatooine and save her,I can’t because I have to concern trait on the mission” Anakin said sadly he does not want obi wan to find out “when ever some thing is troubling you, you can talk to me about if you want” you said. Anakin stares at you quietly “we better wake up obi wan and eat breakfast before Sam and Bucky start insulting each other”you said as you sat up and walk out of the spare bedroom , Anakin follows you “your going wake up master that is a bad idea he usually questions me every time he’s woken up by me and he randomly sleeps late when a very long mission is some planet that has forest” Anakin mentioned awkwardly. ”that is sorta hilarious and there is wake up call that some avengers to wake me when I was to class in high school they don’t do it all time they usually knock at the door “ you said as you check the time on your watch watch this F.R.I.D.A.Y use wake up call on the 2nd the spare bedroom that is next to the first spare bedroom that is next to my room” you said.” Yes ms y/n” F.R.I.D.A.Y said activates wake up call quickly and turn offs the wake up call after using for few seconds obi wan rush's out of the spare “Anakin y/n what was that voice in this spare bedroom ”Obi wan questions as he doesn’t know what woke him “master that was the wake up call that the avengers use to use when y/n was in a high school "Anakin said obi wan gives Anakin a confused look "a high school is filled with teenager that are around 14 to 18 and i graduated a year ago we better head to the kitchen before Sam and Bucky start fighting over the last Twinkie again" you said

at the kitchen

DON'T YOU DARE INSULT REDWING AND THE LAST TWINKIE IS MINE " Sam Yells at Bucky and starting another argument over a twinkie "AT LEAST I'M STEVE'S BEST FRIEND" Bucky yells back the others (Steve, Bruce, Natasha) are busy drinking coffee, Thor Eats the entire box of pop tarts again while Sam and Bucky argue then you walk in with Anakin and Obi Wan and you see Sam and Bucky fighting over the last Twinkie you use telekinisis to take away the last Twinkie from Sam and Bucky "looks like i'm gonna eat the last twinkie looks like you guys gonna have to eat the yogurt with berries that steve is keep on telling you guys to eat " you said as you put two bowls, add cereal(cheerios) and milk in both bowl place them on the table and you grab your own breakfast (it is toast with butter and cheese also sliced bananas on the side and not on the toast) as you sat at the table and Anakin sits next to you and Obi wan sits at the table next to Anakin and you. you pass one bowl of cheerios each to Anakin and Obi Wan "what is this" Anakin questions you and you smile at him "these are cheerios it is a cereal that people on earth eat for breakfast" you said as you try to eat your breakfast (in Anakin's Mind Anakin: y/n has definitely the cutest smile i have ever seen.)"oh crap i was supposed to meet up with my best friends Peter and Harry at cafe in time square Anakin do you want come with me so i can introduce them to you" you realised. as you sit up and put away your breakfast in the kitchen "ok sure" Anakin said as he follows you

outside of the compound

"y/n can we quickly check on something that was in my ship" Anakin said he needed to check on the droid named R2-D2 is not deactivated due to the compound high security on anything that not human or even a droid "sure" you said as you and Anakin run to Anakin’s ship that Anakin and Obi wan was using and opened Anakin’s ship, went in then suddenly beeping inside the ship "R2 are u ok and don't tell me you got deactivated " Anakin calling his droid and R2 come to him "what is that and i have never seen a robot or drone that looked like that before does it have a name" you questioned as you saw a droid for the first time "this is R2-D2 he used to be owned by that senator (Padme)that hurt my feelings when I was 9 years old and he's now my droid now for Jedi reason" Anakin said as R2 rolls to you "uh hi there r2 its nice meet you" you said awkwardly.R2 beeps excitedly "looks like he prefers you over that senator he used be owned by" Anakin said as he did not want the mention that senator from Naboo who hurt his feelings.”we better head to the cafe where I’m meeting with my best friends at “ you said a you grab your car keys from your pocket.

Meanwhile in the compound

The rest of the Avengers were explaining everything that has been happening in earth to Obi Wan while showing actual footage of what has been going “a few years ago we had the program or ai named Ultron that Tony and Bruce created and ultron turned against Tony and Bruce and the all of us also became some crazy and when ultron was attacking sokovia when he tried to kill people with a million bullet which almost killed Pietro(in this fanfiction peter maximoff exists, he and Pietro are two different people and y/n some how manage control the bullets and turned the bullets into a huge metal ball and she threw at Ultron which ended up destroying Ultron and saving everyone “ Steve explained to Obi wan “I’m surprised that any one from any where in the galaxy and the Jedi order did not know" Obi Wan said realising that most people who want take over earth or the universe were more dangerous than the separatist (the dark side)."i got trapped in sakaar as the hulk, Thor and Loki some came to that planet because of their sister who they did not know about for years and Thor had fight his own sister Hela even though I have a lot of bad memories on sakaar" Bruce said mentioning sakaar and trying not to mention that hela destroyed Mjölnir made the rest of the avengers were shocked exept Thor

meanwhile at the best cafe in time square

You and Anakin were walking to the cafe you were meeting up Peter and Harry at "how long has Peter and Harry been your friend Anakin questioned as he tried not be jealous of them because he struggle hide the fact that he is in love with you "Peter has been my best friend since i started high school a little bit late for four years and Harry has been my friend for a few month since i started college" You said. you and Anakin finally arrived at the cafe and you see Peter and Harry waiting " Peter, Harry sorry that I'm a few minutes late and there situation at the compound that might go on for a few months" you apologise Peter and Harry nod "its ok y/n and who is he and you didn't tell us you had a boyfriend from space " Peter said as he noticed Anakin standing next to you "this is Anakin Skywalker and yes he is a human from space and why do you guys think that he is my boyfriend" you said confusingly both your best friends chuckle "we figured because we saw you and him walking and we also saw the way he looks at you when you were talking to him when walking to the café and it look like he is the first guy to fall in love with you also me and Peter are a bit overprotective of you" Harry said. your face turns completely red "seriously he is my friend and its not like that I have feeling for him and lets sit at table and have some coffee you said as you secretly have crush on Anakin.

[ragnarokhound]

#oh my god i love this#excellent dynamic 10/10#i love it#i am a big fan of like#self-loathing & ur lover accepting & loving the part of you that you loathe#it’s so good#so angsty and sweet and enables all the h/c and i just!!!#yes#& i love that it goes both ways with them#ALSO describing tim seeing his hunger as parasitic is so good#bc i love love love tim having that warped self perception & seeing himself as some kind of leech#who doesn’t deserve / stole what he has (obviously he didn’t but like! the perception!)#& then jason hating the beast in him—the beast being (presumably) his inner desires#those desires / that wanting (of love belonging affection) being what got him killed in the first place#im!!!!#(<- is making a lot of assumptions lol but)#it’s so good u have the best thoughts/ideas#jaytim#dcu

via @ladytauria

[sprinting full tilt at you from the distance] ...taauuUURRRIAAAAAA!!!!!!!

YES AGH YES. EXACTLY. IT'S ABOUT SELF-LOATHING BUT BEING LOVED ANYWAY!! IT'S YOUR LOVER SEEING YOU AND LOVING EVERY PART, AND WANTING YOU TO STOP HURTING YOURSELF BECAUSE THEY LOVE THE PARTS YOU HATE!!!! AUGHHH

It's so tasty, with Tim especially to me TuT I latched on very hard to Tim's like. Hyper-competence mixed with eternally feeling like an outsider. An imposter syndrome that he never indulges in to the point of paralysis, but fights with nonetheless. With feeling like a drain on the people around him, literally and figuratively T_T And vampirism is such an apt metaphor for this fjdlksafj

LIKE OKAY I literally messaged this to @bi-bats earlier today, but these are some of my Thoughts on it:

i'm just. very unwell about vampirism as a metaphor for the way Tim feels like an outsider. That he isn't meant to belong, that he could vanish one day and it wouldn't really matter fdjslfajs AND! equally unwell! about lycanthropy as a metaphor for Jason's rage both natural and unnatural, and his own status as an outsider in a place he once belonged in being condemned by bruce as a killer when he used to be his son

But oh my god. you!!! "those desires / that wanting (of love belonging affection) being what got him killed in the first place" TAURIA. AUGH *slams fist against the wall* I'M-- ;A; YES. YES I'D LIKE TO CO-OPT THIS INTO ALL OF MY WEREWOLF JASON HEADCANONS OK??? BECAUSE ok. Jason is very angry. And lycanthropy is soooo about that; about the person who snaps and becomes a monster to their loved ones. And Jason didn't snap so much as come back wrong, come back angry, but doesn't that fit?? So well?? Into the werewolf narrative? A strange man blows into town, and on the surface that's nothing to fear, but he's... off somehow? His eyes are strange 👀 he might be someone's brother, someone's son, but be careful of him. His teeth are sharp. Don't invite him inside. People are going missing.

HFF OK I'M DONE (i will never be done) THANK YOU FOR THESE TAGS THEY'RE IMMACULATE

Okay okay listen Tim would never understand Jason’s need to provide but he recognizes the devotion of it all and when he finally gets it… he’s never letting go. A different kind of devotion. That’s something they can both understand

yessss. YES. they initially have completely different views on it! Tim hates the part of himself that Jason craves to feed - he sees it as parasitic, a reason for shame, and the possibility that he could go too far one day and kill what he loves. For Tim, it's something to hate; for Jason, it's something to love.

But Tim understands devotion. He understands wanting to be claimed, wanting to belong wholly and utterly to someone, and he starts to see Jason's obsession with it as akin to that feeling. He wants it too, he feels it too OwO

Because what makes me insane about it is just...their problems are the same. Jason hates the wolf; Tim loves the wolf, because the wolf is Jason. Tim hates his thirst; Jason loves his thirst, because the thirst is Tim. It's so... if we have to hurt to live, then let me bear it with you. i'm not normal about it

[serafilms]

Hi Ash!I'm not sure if you still write for dc but in case you do,i'm here to resend my request!Can you please write headcanons for Jason Todd x gender neutral!Reader where Y/n was adopted by Clark and Lois when they were 10 because Lex Luthor killed their parents in a rampage across the city and that caused them to unlock their pyrokinesis(fire powers)so Clark took them under his wing as his sidekick so that's how they met Jason?They have anger issues like Jason which their adoptive parents took them to anger management classes for as a kid and they worked and go by Clark's last name(Kent) + the hero name 'Sparks' so Jason calls them 'Sparkles' and the main plot is them getting together after Jason comes back to life?

jason todd x pyrokinesis!reader hc's

↳ pairing – jason todd x gn!pyrokinesis!reader

↳ genre – headcanons; bulleted scenarios; fluff; gender neutral reader

↳ warnings – mentions of death

hi frankie! when i moved blogs, i decided to reinvent my masterlist to fit my current interests, and i realised that dc doesn't fall under that category so i put a miscellaneous section of the masterlist for the odd thing i may write. so yeah while i don't write for dc anymore, i still wanted to write this for you as my friend and one of the best supporters i have on tumblr <3333 (i've also put atla and pj under misc as i don't see myself writing for them a lot, and well, you saw the announcement). i hope you like this!

10 years old was a rough age for you

you suppose it all started when lex luthor staged an attack on metropolis

you had been asleep at the time but your parents had woken up in a panic

they had yelled at you to wake up and run

so you did

when it was all over you couldn't find your parents anywhere and your house had essentially collapsed on itself

it wasn't all that hard to figure out what happened and you found yourself falling to your knees and crying

something snapped inside of you and the next thing you knew you were surrounded by a ring of flames

and that was when clark found you

as superman ofc

he saw your powers in action and had a big oh my god moment and decided he couldn't just leave you on the streets

so he took you in

it was tough goings at first

you had a lot of difficulty controlling your powers, and even more difficulty controlling your emotions

you found yourself exploding at the tiniest things

both metaphorically and literally

clark did his best to train you, but hero training and emotional training are two very different things, so you had yet to prove that you could be brought into a field as a sidekick

eventually clark and lois had to bring you to a specialist to work through your anger

your attitude became better

you had less outbursts

and you were more in control of your powers than ever

finally you were allowed to go out into the field

your first mission ever was a situation in gotham city that had gotten out of hand

and it was there that you met batman and robin

you and jason were snarky with each other at first but eventually you called a truce and made peace with each other

and you two became the best of friends

for the next few years you two would do everything together (that you could, living in different cities)

you understand each other well, having similar pasts and even more similar personalities

when he died you were devastated

your emotions were out of check and clark had to pull you from field work and put you behind a desk so you wouldn't burn down metropolis

after a few months you were ready to go back into the field again and for a while you tried to enjoy it

it was nice getting back out there

but it wasn't the same

so you quit and decided to focus on the last few years of high school and then college

clark and lois had become parental figures to you and they wholeheartedly supported your decision

so that's what you did

you moved on with your life

it wasn't easy, but you tried to live out the rest of your adolescence and beginning of your adulthood as best you could

when the time came for you to go away to college you said your goodbyes to them and your old friends and moved away, to a crappy little apartment closer to your school in gotham

gotham may be a freak show, but goddamn their universities are good

yeah ok shh it's for the plot

you didn't have any roommates and it was a somewhat unsafe area, but it was still pretty average and heaven knows you could take care of yourself

it was in this apartment that you and jason met again

clark had told you about a new vigilante with a red helmet and leather jacket who had been causing trouble in gotham

he still kept you in the loop even though you had quit the hero business years ago

sometimes you thought he might just want you back as a sidekick

i mean you were pretty amazing

you didn't really think much of it

new vigilantes, heroes, and villains popped up all the time so it wasn't anything surprising

until of course he showed up in your living room

you were in the kitchen cooking a budget college student dinner (toast. it was just toast.)

"can i get some of that?"

cue heart attack

"WHAT THE FUCK"

you shot a blast of fire towards him, it he dodged and it disintegrated out the window

"whoa, whoa, whoa. it's me"

he took his helmet off

"jason? wtf"

you couldn't believe it

you'd literally talked to bruce

you were sure jason had died

there was no way you were mistaken

"hey sparkles"

"stfu bitch ur dead"

"yea about that lol"

you spent the next 2 hours sitting around your kitchen bench eating toast and drinking tea, trying to catch up with each other and make sense of what happened (jason and then you, respectfully)

it was really nice

you offered jason a place to stay for the night since it was getting late, and he accepted

the two of you lay in the dark of the living room that night, pretending like you were middle schoolers having a slumber party, and not young adults who had just reunited for the first time ever

but the next morning you woke up to the shower running and when jason came out, dressed in his clothes from yesterday but still with wet hair

you couldn't help but

notice him

dying and coming back to life really did something for him

and this became a regular occurrence

every now and then, red hood would pause his duties to come visit you and hang out

he would make sure you're ok in your sketchy little neighbourhood and you would reassure him with a small demonstration of your powers that you were fine

jason knew you could take care of yourself, but it had been years since he'd seen you, and since then you'd retired as a superhero

he couldn't help but be a little worried about you

so this routine continued for a while until one night you were lying side by side on your bed watching this show you had become obsessed with after jason's death (that he obviously missed because he was dead)

and you fell asleep and CUDDLED HIM

while you were dozing off, somewhere in the state between awake and asleep, you felt him kiss your head and whisper "i love you sparkles"

the next morning you were in a daze

you couldn't do anything properly and almost burned the pancakes you were making

"whoa, you ok, sparkles?"

you turned abruptly

"did you mean it?" "huh?"

"last night, when you said you loved me"

"WTF YOU HEARD ME" "YEAH"

awkward silence

"well,,,,, yeah"

"oh,,,, cool,,,, well me too"

"hUH?"

"i love you"

*open mouthed fish jason*

"hurry up and kiss me, jackass"

and you all lived happily ever after :)

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Ok sorting Harry Potter Houses Au, Buff Batmom would be in Slytherin. Why? Because she’s cunning in long term planning, prep time, manipulation, detective work, and intimidation. She really resourceful and independent (despite her love for Bruce and his influence of helping her became a better person, she did created her own fashion company all on her own before she met him and she doesn’t always follow his ideals and doesn’t agree with him. Not all relationships are perfect). you can be kind and ambitious, Buff Batmom is a sweetheart but she’s also hardworking and work smart too. She can be ruthless especially to those who are arrogant or thinks they’re hot shit. While, she doesn’t believe all villains can be saved, Bruce no kill rule, did got her thinking. Maybe if given a chance people can changed. But if they don’t, Buff Batmom won’t hesitate to bring hell to that person if they try to stab her in the back. Overall, Buff Batmom is a confident, no nonsense woman with spine made out of steel who will not hesitate to throw hands or destroy someone’s ego with her accurate sharp words. But is a caring women who also won’t hesitate to show her soft loving side or be vulnerable. Also this women a hardcore Scorpio.

I know very little about Harry Potter houses and even less about horoscopes, all I know is that I'm a sensitive bitch, so I'm just going to agree with what you're saying because you seem to know what you're talking about :)

[batbitchandthefam]

If Bruce Wayne really is a child abuser who hits his kids emotionally damages them, can't even tell them he's proud of them... and if all of said kids can't even get along, try to kill each other at every turn and are just a toxic environment all over, like.

What's the appeal of Batman, then, like at all? I got into the fandom because I saw people couldn't stop talking about how much of a great found family it is, with this brooding hero dad guy actually being soft and adopting every traumatized kid he sees, like. Honestly I'm a little bummed, I feel like everyone just lied to me and lured me into an idealized version of a fandom that doesn't even exist. How do I get out now? Do I just suffer and stew in my own rage in silence?

I won’t lie to you, a lot of stuff in this fandom is idealized. Tumblr has their own versions of each of the Bat Family characters that just doesn’t line up with canon. We indulge fanart and fanfic that make them seem much more of a loving and functional family than they really are. (The most exaggerated is Jason, who doesn’t often interact with the family at all.)

However, there is still family-ish appeal in the comics. There are many examples of the Bat Family interacting that have been the baseline for Tumblr’s idealization.

I can point you to a ton of actual comic panels that I’ve posted, or send you to @shamelessbatfamtrash for any specific scenes you want to find.

Batman and Robin (2009), Batgirl (2011), Batgirl (2000), some issues of Robin (1993), Robin: Son of Batman, Robin War, etc. (These are some of the ones I read/know about that have some family moments)

Bruce being an abusive father is a more recent thing. Most examples are in the last 10 to 15 years. It’s usually for the sake of drama and separating Bruce from the fact that he is a dad. (DC wants Bruce to be a hot, young, eligible bachelor even though he’s a middle aged man with 6 kids.) Before this, Bruce has mostly been a very kind and doting father to Dick, Jason, and really any child he met.

The reason why we all still consume Batman media despite this is because we can see who the characters are suppose to be, based on their ideals and character background. Family is too important to Bruce for him to take it for granted. Yes, he’s emotionally constipated and brooding, but he’s more than what recent comics are making him out to be.

For a better understanding of Bruce’s character, I think the Batman: The Animated Series captures his character really well. I definitely recommend watching it.

It’s also totally ok if you can’t bring yourself to like certain characters. DC is so broad, you can 100% find something/someone you genuinely enjoy. (And I like to read fluffy fanfics when I need a break for Comic Drama.)

I hope this helps. Have a good day!

[me1ancho1y-b1iss]

Her Robin and His Little Ladybug Ch. 2

 Ao3                  Chapter 1          Chapter 2 

As soon as Marinette spoke it set off absolute chaos, everyone started talking at once, asking questions and demanding answers from the small girl. Eventually Bruce, now as Batman, spoke up. 

“ENOUGH.”  Bruce demanded of everyone in the room. 

Silence was all that remained where if a pin was dropped it could be heard. Both parties, Marinette and the bats stared at each other, until Bruce finally spoke again. 

“Who are you?” he asked Marinette. 

“I believe I asked a question first” Marinette smarted back. Jason snorted as Damian glared at her. 

“Answer our questions harlot.” Damian spoke as he glared at her. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” 

Dick or rather Nightwing now, spoke next. “Come on baby bird, be nice, we don't know her and she doesn’t look like she knows us.” 

“That’s exactly the point Grayson! We don’t know her, or how she appeared in the cave!” Damian grimaced as he glanced back at Dick. 

“Codenames, baby bird.” Dick muttered 

Hi! I’m Nightwing! OMG, you're so cute and tiny! You're in the batcave, this is Robin, that's Red Hood, over there is Red Robin, standing there with the death glare is Batman, and finally sitting at the batcomputer in the wheelchair is Oracle!”  

“Uhh… Hi.” Marinette waved. Dick visibly cooed at her while the rest of the bats just stood there. 

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I’m from Paris, France.” She said as if that would answer all their  questions. 

Realization spread on Bruce's face as he realized what happened. He realized that this must be the work of the Akumas the league was investigating. 

“You said you’re from Paris, correct? Batman asked Marinette. At her nod he continued. “So this must be the work of an Akuma” 

Marinette nodded. “The last thing I heard before I was transported here was a loud voice yelling, that people should treasure their relationships and that people should be able to have soulmates… or something like that, I don't really know, I wasn’t really paying attention as I was suddenly transported here with no warning.” she muttered the last part under breath but the bats still heard her. 

After around five seconds of total silence, Jason started cackling loudly. “You, tiny little pixie is apparently Demon Spawn’s soulmate. Yeah, I doubt that…” Jason spoke, and started laughing again. 

After Jason said that, all of the rest of the bats realized what she said and started snickering, except for Bruce and Damian, who just stood in front of Marinette with his mouth wide open gaping at her. 

Dick asked a question next. “Wait, what’s an Akuma, and if it's powerful enough to actually locate someone’s soulmate and send them here, Why doesn’t the league know about this? Dick asked, looking back at Bruce. 

“The league is aware of the situation. It’s on a need to know basis, and only certain members are aware. Wonder Women, Superman, Aqua Man and myself are the ones aware as the situation is extremely delicate and dangerous. 

Paris has their own heros, that have been handling the situation extremely well and there has been no need to interfere. Wonder Woman has gone out and has spoken to the heroes. They are aware that if they need any help that can contact the justice league and we will send out a member to help aid them.” 

When Bruce was done speaking, the rest of the bats were sort of shocked they weren’t aware of anything happening Paris this year or any year at all. 

Barbara immediately put it into the Batcomputer and pulled up one of Marinette’s old fights. As Marinette watched the fight with the rest of the bat’s, she cringed. She remembered the fight, perhaps she remembered it too well. It was her third battle with Evillustrator. Nathaniel managed to remember that he could draw whatever he wanted. 

He turned all of Paris into a war zone. He managed to draw himself an all powerful army with a stock supply of weapons. The battle lasted almost a full day and was one of the most lethal with over 1 million dead. The second deadliest behind Syren. 

As the video ended all the people in the room turned to marinette with a shocked look on their faces. 

Dick was the first to speak. “You deal with this all the time?” he whispered in a scared tone 

“Usually they’re not that bad. That was the second deadliest attack Paris ever had, the first being Syren. All of the effects of the damage is reversed by the ‘miraculous ladybug,’ Ladybug, the main hero announces that after she broke the object where the akuma was hidden. As soon as she throws up her ‘lucky charm’ and says that phrase all damage from the attack gets reversed.” 

“What a Lucky charm? You said it helps clear all the damage, so what does it do?” Tim spoke next. 

Marinette nodded as she said, “ The Lucky Charm is something that Ladybug calls on during the battle. It’s usually just a seemingly random object, but as soon as she calls on it the battle usually doesn’t last any longer than three minutes.” 

“What are the other heroes' powers?” Tim asked again. 

“Chat Noir has the power of destruction, just as ladybug has the power of creation. All Chat Noir has to do is simply say ‘cataclysm’ and he's able to destroy anything he touches.” 

Again all the bats, except for Batman himself, started at Marinette, with wide eyes. 

“How old are the heroes’ because to me they don’t look to be any older than the demon spawn’s age. Also how long has this been going on? Jason asked of Marinette, in a demanding tone. 

“All anyone can do is speculate the ages, due to the magic, but many say they have to be around 18 - 20 years old.” Marinette said in a rather confident voice

“And how long has this been happening?” Jason asked again in a tone that made Marinette take an unconscious step back. 

“A-about four years.” Marinette said, with her voice trembling a little bit. 

“So the heroes would have been about 13- 15 give or take when they first started given the assumptions are correct…?” 

At her nod, Jason started pacing back and forth yelling, “FUCKING HELL, what the fuck they’re kids, they were babies when they started and they have to deal with the saving the fucking world every fucking week. I admit I was young too when I started, but it was my own choice and I got FUCKING killed for it!” 

‘That’s why he has such a tainted soul, it absolutely reeks of destruction and creation magic, I’ll have to talk to Tikki later to see if we can get rid of it’ Marinette thought wisely. 

“B, why in the everloving hell did you let fucking kids fight in a goddamn war alone?!” Jason yelled at Bruce while still pacing the floor of the batcave. 

“Hood, they are only one able to fight in these battle, no matter what we do, we would not be able to fight, the best we do is investigate the villain. 

Hawkmoth, the super terrorist, is the one creating the akamus. We find him, we stop the akumas.”

“You mean we just sit here while these kids are out fighting and there’s absolutely nothing we can do?” Tim spoke up, finally finding the courage to speak. 

Batman simply shook his head.

A/N: ok, so like I have five chapters of this posted on ao3 if you want to read it there, (im taking a minute to post it on tumblr bc im lazy. ok) Also I swear I’m working on chapter 6, i'm just stuck on a particular scene and its taking a minute to figure out how I want to transition. on a side note this fic is honestly just something that my brain decided it would be a good idea to write at 2am so like don't expect too much.  (sorry for the rant)

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