#Jason: ONLY IF YOU CAN BACK IT THE FUCK UP

[batsandbirdbrains]

I need Bruce trying to gentle parent Dick as a child. Like maybe Bruce isn’t exactly a good parent but tries. When Dick starts throwing massive tantrums, he just puts Dick in an empty room for time out. This does not stop Dick as he ends up destroying the room despite nothing being in it. When Dick does something Bruce doesn’t approve of, Bruce just says softly “Don’t do that.” Dick does it again. Like I need him trying and failing. Nothing he does works. Then Dick decides to turn that gentle parenting back on Bruce. No whenever Bruce makes him mad, he puts Bruce in a time-out room. Whenever Bruce is being dumb, he just gives him a pout and says “Don’t do that.” Bruce actually does his best to listen to Dick because he thinks it might foster trust or encourage Dick to follow along when Bruce does it to him. It doesn’t really work. Dick still doesn’t listen and now Bruce is being parented by the child he’s supposed to be raising. The only plus is that it calms down Dick’s more violent urges because instead of destroying shit he just sends Bruce away.

Then Dick gets shot, and something in Bruce snaps. There is no more gentle parenting, no more kind words or soft punishments. He needs to make Dick listen, and if that means hurting him, then so be it. He loses sight of the fact that Dick is still a kid, an incredibly traumatized one at that. He still lets Dick parent him, although he’s more snappy about it. Dick stops being soft with him, too, instead telling him harshly to get to bed, threatening to sic Alfred on him, or screaming in his face about how he’s the worst. Somehow they’ve fallen into this horrible dynamic and neither of them know how to get out of it. Dick blames himself for being such a troubled kid, and though Bruce never says it, Dick knows he blames him too. So Dick leaves.

Eventually, over the years their family grows, but Bruce’s softness never really comes back. He’s meaner, more controlling, even downright cruel at times. And one day when the entire batfam is arguing with him over how unreasonable he is, one them snaps and says “Jesus, B, who turned you into such a fucking asshole?” and before Bruce can even think about it, he responds “Dick did.” He closes his mouth in shock, face going ashen while everyone else freezes. The words cut straight into Dick’s heart. He replies with the only words he can think of at the moment “Don’t do that.” He meant for the words to be cold, confident. Instead they came out soft, chiding and pained. Before anyone can say anything else, Bruce turns on his heel and leaves. They all try to follow him to argue more but then stare, confused, as he walks into an empty room, locking the door behind him. He doesn’t come out for a long time.

🥺 rip out my fucking heart why don’t you, damn.

But now I’m just thinking of the scenario with Bruce saying Dick turned him into an asshole, and the whole room freezes.

Jason didn’t expect an actual answer. Tim and Damian thought Bruce would have just chided Jason for his language. Dick thought a Bruce was just going to keep yelling.

But then the way he says, “Dick did” without even thinking about it, without hesitation, it shocks everyone.

And Dick feels like he wants to cry, because sure, he knew he was a pretty fucked up kid. He was troubled. Traumatized. A problem child. But Bruce for the most part had been so patient when he was little. And when Bruce started being an asshole after Dick got shot, it wasn’t like Dick couldn’t fight right back. It was almost like a game, sometimes. But Dick has always felt so guilty about it, because Bruce had been so soft spoken and patient and nice, and then Dick went and fucked him up. Dick ruined him. It’s all Dick’s fault.

Dick has always had that thought in the back of his mind. But he’s never had any real proof that Bruce felt the same.

Now he does. And Dick’s chest feels hollow as he stares at a horrified looking Bruce.

All Dick can manage to say is a soft, desperate, “Don’t do that,” just like Bruce always tried to use with him, before he started using yelling as his go-to response.

Then Bruce turns without saying anything and walks right into an empty room, and Dick feels like he’s going to throw up. He turns too, towards his bike, and he ignores the way his siblings are calling after him. He turns off his comms and rides home, going way too fast, feeling the wind whip around him, and tears blurring his vision until he blinks them away.

When he gets back to his Blüdhaven apartment, he slides in through the window and doesn’t even change out of his costume before he’s puking in the bathroom.

He silences his phone, turns in his security system, and then spends the next hour sitting under the water in his shower, spacing out until the water goes ice cold and he has to get out. Then he crawls into bed, pulls out Zitka from under the pillows to hug to his chest, and buries his head under his pillows. If he doesn’t pay attention to it, he can pretend he’s not still crying because of the guilt.

He stays like that for a long time, not moving. He falls asleep for a while, wakes up in a panic, rinse and repeat.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but the next thing he knows, someone is sitting down on his bed next to him, laying a hesitant hand in his back. And he knows it’s Bruce, and it just makes him feel even worse.

“Go away,” he begs, the words muffled under his pillows.

“I didn’t mean it,” Bruce tries to tell him.

“Yes you did,” Dick says miserably. “And it’s true. I know it’s true, you don’t have to pretend it’s not.”

“It wasn’t you who made me an asshole,” Bruce says. “The situation-”

“Caused by me,” Dick argues.

“You were just a child, Dick.” Bruce sighs.

“A horrible, no good, rotten child!”

“Don’t say that about yourself,” Bruce says firmly. “It’s not true, Dick. I don’t care what anyone says, you were not a rotten child. You were just a little boy. I was the adult, and I should have found other solutions that worked for you.”

Dick doesn’t say anything, but he eventually moves out from under the pillows to curl up with his head in Bruce’s lap. Bruce plays with his hair, and the two of them stay quiet for a long time. Neither of them really knows what to say. They’re both still upset. And they’re both awful at dealing with their feelings.

The sadness and anger and guilt they’re feeling from this fight won’t be resolved. They won’t really talk about it. It won’t be talked about without someone else bringing it up, and that won’t happen for a while.

But for now, Bruce is going to comfort his son. And for now, Dick will let him.

[eznin]

Just imagine 22 years old in-okay-terms-with-the-bats Jason meeting 19 years old murderous-hell-bent-on-revenge Jason

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Teen Jason, absolutely horrified that he not only failed to kill the Joker but he also managed to be re-adopted: How the fuck did this happen?!

Adult Jason, who is also not sure : Idk, Dick just kept inviting me to go get lunch and it all went downhill from there.

Teen Jason: Did we at least kill him?

Adult Jason: Timothy? No, but he fixed our helmet the other day.

Teen Jason: ...you are pathetic.

Adult Jason, still struggling a bit with self esteem issues: And this is why no one likes you.

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Bruce is loosing it with having to find a way to solve this time travel mess while simultaneously keeping Teen Jason from killing someone.

On the other hand Tim is looking at Teen Jason, who is the same age as him and still has a little bit of baby face even after the pit, and wonders at how was he terrified of this dude for so long.

Dick, Steph and Cass just refuse to acknowledge any of Teen Jason's threats and have a lot of fun doing it.

Steph: Baby Jay, do you want pancakes ?

Teen Jason, who just tried to stab Dick with a dinner knife only to have his arm twisted in the most casual and infuriating way possible: I hate all of you.

Cass, already stacking pancakes on his plate: Love you too.

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At one point they consider tying Teen Jason to a chair because he keeps trying to shot Bruce and Tim (and sometimes Dick) in the back.

Bruce, looking at the Batcomputer: So this way we might finally get younger Jason back to his time.

Teen Jason, who was let into the cave after promising to behave: That's an actually good plan, just a sugestion...

Teen Jason suddenly pulls out a revolver and unloads the entire cylinder into Bruce’s chest, who started always wearing bullet proof clothes until the mess is solved and only rubs his temple in response.

Bruce: I told you to keep him away from guns.

Tim: We did, I don't know where he got that from.

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The only ones Teen Jason tolerates are Damian, because he just recently left the League and still has a bit of a protective streak. Duke, because there is no bad blood and he isn't too annoying. And Alfred, because he is Alfred.

Adult Jason can never ever be near Teen Jason or they will fist fight, although the worst part is the psychological damage. They know exactly what to say to make the other flinch.

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Teen Jason does everything in his power to be an absolute nightmare, because if he doesn't he will have to think about how these people somehow don't hate him. And if they don't hate him then there is a chance his Bruce and the bats back home also don't hate him and that's too much for his heart to take.

Teen Jason, nearly crying: How can you not hate me?

Bruce, in the softest voice possible despite Teen Jason having exploded the Batmobile with an home made bomb in an attempt to push Bruce over the edge: I could never hate you, Jaybird.

Teen Jason's eyes go so wide and poisonous glowing green that everyone goes tense waiting for him to spontaneous combust out of rage.

Then there is a sob.

Oh, fuck he is crying.

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Past Bruce is a mix of surprised, suspicious and hopefull when Jason shows up again after being inactive for two weeks and is not only not trying to torture them with shakespearian plots but also accepted one of Dick's lunch invites (Dick is just as surprised, he had been making them as a joke)

[faramirsonofgondor]

Ok ok but Dick being like ~ 15 years older than Damian. When Damian shows up on Bruce’s doorstep, Bruce doesn’t really have a chance to announce it to the public before he gets lost in time. So now Dick, who’s 25 is stuck with this tiny 10 year old and has the job of integrating him into Gotham society.

Except because Bruce only adopts kids who look like him, and Damian and Dick are tanner than the rest of his kids, literally everyone assumes that Damian is Dick’s bio kid. Like Dick is like “oh yea this is Bruce’s biological son that I’m looking after” and everyone goes “uh huh sure” but when he’s not around they’re just like “oh that’s his kid for sure”. Both Dick and Damian are aware of it and offended by it, albeit for very different reasons. Dick is offended that they somehow think he would be a deadbeat dad even if he was a teen dad, and Damian is offended that nobody believes he’s Bruce’s kid.

But eventually Dick is just like fuck it that’s my kid, and Damian is extremely annoyed but somehow lets Dick convince him to go along with it. Dick walks around in a pink shirt that says “Your favorite DILF” in the most basic font ever, and buys Damian a matching shirt that says “The favorite child” which Damian refuses to wear unless one of the other Batkids (usually Steph since basically everyone else fucked off when Bruce was lost) is around.

It gets to the point where even Dick, Damian, and Alfred forget that Damian isn’t actually Dick’s bio kid. (In this AU, Bruce is lost in time for about 3 years) Dick decides to forget about Talia’s existence as well and just decides that Damian is a clone that he birthed. But then Bruce comes back and now they’re in a weird place. Damian lives with Bruce now and while nobody ever says anything directly, the entire public is giving them a huge side eye because both Dick and Damian look a little depressed with the predicament. People start to wonder if Bruce is blackmailing Dick or something.

Everything comes to a head when Bruce and Dick start fighting in front of the whole fam over something Bruce said to Damian on patrol. Bruce tells Dick that he needs to back off because Bruce is Damian’s father, not Dick. Nobody’s sure how Dick is going to respond, but they definitely weren’t expecting for Dick to say “Fuck you, I’m the one who birthed him!!!” There’s a stretch of silence and before anyone can respond to that, Damian just nods his head and goes “Grayson is right. Surely your memory is not so poor that you’ve forgotten?” Everyone is gaping when Alfred delivers the final blow “Master Bruce, I truly did not expect this behavior from you. Of course Master Dick is Damian’s parent. Perhaps it is best if you retire, since it is clear that your lack of sleep is getting the better of you.”

Everyone is shook and they’re like “wtf you cannot gaslight us into believing this shit.” Except they do indeed gaslight. And gaslight. And gaslight.

Jason tries to reason with them by talking about how he had met Damian in the League, had seen Damian with Talia, yada yada yada. Damian just goes “I think I would remember if I had played little league. Such foolish games are beneath me. Cease your nonsense, Todd.” Jason eventually calls Talia to make sure he’s not losing his memories or something. Talia is perplexed but Dick’s claim over her child does scare her just a little bit, considering she remembers how feral he was when he was younger and she’s heard whispers about him killing the Joker (not that she ever mentioned that to Jason).

Tim tries to go with logic but gets shut down every time. One time he asks “If you were raised by Dick then why is your English so proper?” He’s met with “Oh, so because English is not Richard’s first language, then he is incapable of speaking it properly? Tt.” When he questions why Damian fights the way he does if he wasn’t raised by the LoA, Dick brings out his Renegade training and shows off his skills. Tim keeps trying to find ways to prove that they’re lying, but somehow ends up losing the argument every time. It’s grating, especially considering Alfred is on their side.

Bruce is hesitant to try anything because Alfred is corroborating their story and he doesn’t want to cross Alfred. He only questions it once, asking Dick where Damian’s baby photos are. He does not anticipate Dick tearfully explaining that they were all destroyed when Blockbuster blew up his apartment. Bruce is so panicked and desperate to make sure Dick doesn’t cry again that he just never questions it again.

So now the entire family is kinda gaslight into believing it, and those who know the truth don’t actually say anything because they don’t think it’s worth the effort. After all, Dick is doing a great job of parenting Damian. But then comes the Justice League, which is much bigger than batfam. Everyone is kinda awkwardly glancing around when Dick introduces Damian as his kid, because they remember a few years back Bruce saying the same thing, but now Bruce is just going along with what Dick is saying. The OG Titans are like “wtf dude” but also immediately have his back whenever someone tries to question it. They talk about how they were there for Damian’s birth, about all the presents they’ve bought for their nephew and holidays spent together. Everyone gets the memo to not ask questions about it. The only one stupid enough to try is Hal, who is met with a feral Damian. He has a flashback of the many, many times Dick bit him as a child and decides that yea, that kid belongs to Dick.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

THE ITCH- J. TODD

day twenty five of the june bug masterlist

pairing: boyfriend! jason x fem! reader

word count: 1k

summary: when you cant stop itching your bug bites, jason does the only thing left he can think of- tying you up.

warnings: this is all fluff but lots of sexual tension, innuendos and flirting, pet names etc

“You can't scratch bunny or it's just gonna get worse.” Jason scolded you as he sat you down on the bathroom vanity, frown etched on his face.

You didn't care. You had to itch.

You were completely swollen, covered from head to toe in bug bites. They coated your arms and legs, even places you don't even know where possible for them to reach.

You glared at him as he went over to the bathtub, turning the handles as water began to flow. Itching your arms again, nails scratching the skin until blood drew.

You didn't even know how this was fucking possible. You had practically smothered yourself in bug spray, inhaling it for this exact reason- you knew how bad of a reaction you got from those thirsty bloodsuckers.

“I have to itch.”

“If you keep itching I’ll have to tie your hands together.”

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on your lips at the thought. “Sounds kinky.”

He rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair before adding the oatmeal bath treatment to the running water, an attempt to soothe your wounds. 

It was torture, really- being forced to sit and not scratch.

Which is exactly how you ended up in that oatmeal bath with your hands tied together by soft rope.

“I’m gonna kill you.” you grumbled, staring blankly ahead at the wall in front of you as Jason chuckled behind you, dragging a washcloth across your back.

“Kinda hard to do that when you’re tied up, isn’t it?”

“I’m creative, I can find a way. Or multiple. Say Jay, has anyone tried to drown you before?”

He rolled his eyes, scrubbing a bar of soap across your skin, attempting to soothe your bites. You hated that it felt good.

“I’m doing this for you, silly.” he stated, as if he was scolding a five year old for restrictions on the cookie jar.

You huffed. “I can wash myself.”

“I know you can sweetheart. And you can be as mad at me as you want, but you’ll be thanking me later when you aren’t scarred .”

Well, he did have a point there. Still, you tried to flick him with water, though it became difficult with your hands literally tied. When he was satisfied with your soak, he helped you out of the bathtub and began to rub you dry with a soft towel from the linen closet.

It smelt like him.

You tried not to stare at him too much as he knelt down, drying your legs and thighs.

You could get used to this sight more often.

You were the only person Jason Todd had ever knelt too. And you wanted to keep it that way.

“Are you sure this can’t be sexual?” you asked coyly, biting your lip as he looked up, a little gleam in his eye as he lifted your leg up to rest on him, planting a gentle kiss to the skin.

“When you’re not tempted to itch, I’m sure something could be arranged where you’re all tied up for me.” he murmured, his words making your breathing hitch.

“What if I want to scratch you instead?”

His eyebrow raised. “Might be difficult to do so if your body is tied.”

You swallowed. “M-my body?”

He smirked. “I have some tricks up my sleeve.”

Holy fuck he was so hot.

You were so lost in thought you didn’t even realize he had grabbed hydrocortisone and had started applying it to the welts. “Cmon my little prisoner let’s get you to bed.” he cooed, slipping your hand into his, tugging you over to your bedroom.

“How long am I your prisoner?” you asked meekly, clenching your thighs together. He shrugged, back turned to you as he searched for a clean set of pj shorts for you to wear. It appeared tonight there would be no top for you. Which was honestly a blessing in disguise, because of how hot and sticky it was.

“However long I want you to be.”

“So forever?” you asked, lifting your legs one at a time, leaning against him for balance as he slid the fabrics up your legs.

“Something along those lines.” he laughed.

“Ya know, if you’re my prisoner that means I can make you do whatever I want to do.”

You pursed your lips together. “Is that so?”

“That is so.”

“And then what would you have me do?”

The tickle of his breath had you jump as he slipped behind you, tucking your hair onto one shoulder- leaning down to whisper into the other.

“Oh I can think of a lot of things sweetheart. But that’s for another time. For now, you’re going to sleep.”

You grumbled incoherently, letting him guide you over to your bed, the cool, plush sheets feeling nice against your itching skin. “Do I have to sleep like this?” you whined, curling into his chest like a cat as you stretched, feeling the rope began to loosen.

He hadn't tugged it too tightly, an indicator that you could break free at any point. Still, you kept your hands loosely tied as you let him codle you, pulling you in closer as he teased you, planting a kiss on the top of your head as you started to doze off.

He murmured something like a sweet dreams prisoner as he stroked your arm, gently soothing the itch- letting you drift off to sleep.

[suzukiblu]

one order of mystery slot for wip wednesday please :)

“The fuck you mean, ‘extenuating circumstances’?” he asks as he drops into his office chair and kicks his boots up on his desk, then unfastens his helmet with one hand and digs into the takeout bag with the other. It smells fucking delicious, because MM’s is a gift that the bleeding sore upon this earth that he is forever gonna live and die for that is Gotham frankly does not deserve. “What, is your dick broken? How the fuck can you not get it up for your fucking ex-teen-idol codependent best bestie?” 

“Genetic issue,” Tim clarifies, and Jason pauses in the middle of dropping his helmet under the desk. 

“Wait, your dick is actually broken?” he says. “What the fuck, kid?” 

“I’m only seventeen months younger than you even without subtracting the six months you were dead and all the time you were effectively catatonic," Tim reminds him dryly.

“And also seven inches shorter and seventy pounds lighter,” Jason agrees blithely, leaning back in his chair as he tosses a hush puppy into his mouth. Tim makes a show of rolling his eyes behind his mask. 

“Sixty-five,” he corrects. 

“You don’t get to count the weight of your stupid-ass bandoliers, kid,” Jason drawls, and Tim rolls his eyes again.

[gothamite-rambler]

Red Hood prefers to cope with his situations in Gotham and during missions by singing, especially to avoid killing. Being a theater kid, he can sing well, Talia even helped him improve his skills. Batman disapproves of this, believing it makes them seem less intimidating. He's also tired of Jason using lyrics from Epic the Musical to taunt him.

Here's the thing: Jason actually enjoys the musical, loves singing, and enjoys irritating his father. This often leads to many moments where he sings loudly and proudly, especially when Batman demands he stop.

...

Red Hood grasped a megaphone and boomed out a challenge to his adversary.

Red Hood: Hey, Cyclops!

Black Mask (insulted): Rude.

Undeterred, Red Hood launched into a passionate, sung tirade, his voice echoing through the streets.

Red Hood (singing): When we met, I led with peace, while you fed your inner beast. But my comrades will not die in vain, their memories will forever remain.

Batman, standing beside Red Hood, glared at his son's impromptu performance.

Batman: Why am I stuck with you when you sing?

Red Hood (improvised singing line): Cuz I can't kill while I'm in Gothaaaaam!

Batman: Give me the megaphone.

Red Hood swatted at Batman's attempts to grab the megaphone, continuing his song.

Red Hood (singing): Remember them the next time that you dare choose not to spare! Remember them! Remember us! Remember me!

Black Mask raised an eyebrow, seemingly impressed despite himself.

Black Mask: It's not just the singing pissing me off, it's the fact he's got a damn good voice too!

Gary his henchman nodded in agreement.

Batman (trying to intervene): Ignore the singing, he's doing this because I won't let him kill you. Give me the megaphone! Give me the-Ow! Stop slapping me!

In a bizarre fighting, Red Hood and Batman slapped hands together, leaving both their allies and enemies perplexed. Red Hood quickly shoved Batman away, finishing his song with vigor.

Red Hood (singing): I'm the reigning king of Crime Alley, I am neither man nor mythical. I am your darkest moment, I am the infamous… RED HOOD!

Batman: He already knows who you are!

Red Hood hung the megaphone from his shoulder, a smug grin spreading across his face.

Red Hood: You don't have a flair for dramatics, and it shows. That's a you problem.

With a flourish, Red Hood turned and walked back to his car, a few of his goons applauding his performance. Black Mask, on the other hand, let out a disgusted groan.

Batman groaned walking to his car as the cops dealt with the criminals.

Black Mask: I hate that guy.

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Red Hood (singing): The line between naïveté and hopefulness is almost invisible. So close your heart. The world is dark and Ruthlessness is mercy...

Red Hood faced the goons his malicious leer concealed by his helmet.

Red Hood (coldly): Die.

Three hours later when Jason has returned after saving his brothers.

Bruce: You fucking sang a song before gunning them down?! Who does that?!

Jason: I do! Feels great!

Bruce: Don't be proud of that. You did not have to kill them! We've been over this!

Jason (while eating chicken): I took no pleasure in their pain. We only wanted to escape.

Bruce (shouting as he pinched his forehead frustrated): STOP QUOTING THE SONG!

Jason (chuckling): Nope. I agree with your whole "I don't need to kill every criminal" thing. I usually can avoid taking a life when dealing with you guys, but these men were about to kill my brothers. They're my boys. I will protect them at all costs. Ruthlessness brings mercy upon—

Bruce: Zip it!

Jason took a sip from his wine glass after Alfred poured him another glass.

Dick (icing his head): Honestly he has a pretty good singing voice and he did save us.

Bruce: Oh, would you shut up! You do the same nonsense. No one will take you seriously when you sing at random!

Dick (sarcastically): You wear a latex bat suit, have a former cat burglar girlfriend and monologue to look smarter than you are!

Jason (adding to that): Let's not forget to add that he has monologues pre-written to use.

Dick: Yes, so Bruce while we do love you have several seats.

Jason: And shut the hell up or you're done for!

Bruce: My monologues are necessary and- That last line was another song line?

Jason: Yeah, I love the musical so much! It's not entirely accurate to the novel, but I enjoy the different interpretation.

Dick: And the song lyrics you use really annoy Bruce.

Jason: Right? It's a double win!

Bruce sighed in frustration, rubbing his forehead as the song lyrics kept running through his head, impossible to get rid of.

[lush-escape]

This is Me Trying

Part 7

pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

a/n: this one was soooo much fun to write. Loved crashing out vicariously through reader. I wanted this chapter to be serious and funny and I don't think it would've happened without my sister to bounce ideas off of so everyone say thank you RIGHT NOW @clawdee 😤 okay anyway enjoy 🥰

prev: part 6

next: end

You wake up groggy and disoriented. You can feel the humidity in the air. Your head is pounding and your mouth is dry. Slowly you open one eye and then the other a groan. The room is dimly lit and sparsely decorated. There's a folding table in front of you with grime and dirt covering it, a beaten down couch holding two guys wearing masks is to your right, a few metal folding chairs to your left.

The walls have paint that's chipping, water damage to the ceiling and parts of the wall. The carpet was a dirty brown color covered in stains. The only window in the room has bars on it but you can tell it's dark outside and you wonder how long you had been unconscious. 

“Mm…” you groan softly. It's then you realize you're tied to a chair. Wooden and hard. Arms tied with rope behind your back with your ankles tied to the legs of the chair.

Fuck.

“Ah, finally awake.” A strange voice comes from behind you. It's rough and gravely, you assume from years of smoking. 

“Where’m I?” You mumble with slurred speech.

“That's not important right now.”

“Am I in a fuckin' drug den?” The heavy footsteps behind you stop for a second before you feel a harsh smack on the back of your head.

“Ow!” You gasp.

“No!” The man is very obviously offended as he moves to stand in front of you, hands on his hips. “This isn't a fucking crack house, bitch.” the two goons on the couch snicker to themselves before quickly shutting up once being given a sharp glare.

“Rude…” you mutter under your breath on instinct.

Big Bad #1 pulls up a chair in front of you. His face is also covered by a mask but you can see his eyes are brown and he has a blonde goatee. 

“Now. Tell us what you know about Red Hood.” He states simply as he ‘intimidatingly’ pulls a knife from his boot. Your heart rate spikes.

“Who?” You ask. He doesn't look amused.

“Red Hood. The wannabe hero? He's been busting our dealers for weeks.”

“So this is a drug den.”

“No. It's not.” Big Bad’s voice is tense, it's obvious how angry he is. “Say it again and I'll cut out that tongue of yours.”

Your lips purse.

“We've been tailing you for weeks. Tracked your phone, hacked it. We know you've been hanging out with him.”

It takes you a second but slowly you start to remember through the drug induced fog. The car that slowly rolled through the neighborhood at the party. The one that circled the flower shop. The stranger who you bumped into at the race where you’d dropped your phone. Your stomach sinks.

How long have these guys been following you without you realizing?

“I still don't know who Red Hood is.” You snap back at him. You figure if they're going to kill you anyway, why make it easy for them?

“Red Hood. Jason. Your little boy toy.” Big Bad snarls.

Jason, Red Hood? The man who begged you with tears in his eyes to read to him while he ate you out before fucking you stupid? Yeah, okay.

You snort. Loudly.

“Jason is not Red Hood. Are you an idiot or just fucking stupid?” 

Big Bad didn't think that was funny. He slashes your thigh with his knife, right above your knee. You gasp loudly, crying out in pain.

“Motherfucker!” The tears immediately sting your eyes. “What was that for?!”

He looks almost confused, “For being a cunt.” He states like it's obvious. 

You should be scared, you are scared. Terrified. The fear in your stomach is making your intestines cramp, you're sweating. But you're also angry. You did nothing to deserve this and this man has the audacity to come at you with a knife while you're tied up? To threaten you and use you as a pawn to get back at someone you don't even know? No way. Not a chance in hell.

“Oh get fucked.” You mutter before the back of his hand comes in contact with your cheek. It stings like a son of a bitch, it splits your lip. You can taste the warm iron in your mouth. The white hot anger bubbling up in your veins makes you almost black out. You spit the blood from your mouth in Big Bad’s face.

He stands and you watch with a wicked smirk. He wipes the blood from his face and you can see that he's holding back on hurting you.

“Someone get this fucker, now.” He barks. Goons #2 and #3 rush over with dumbfounded expressions.

“Didn't think it'd be this hard…” Big Bad #2 mutters.

“You got a death wish or somethin'?” #3 asks you with a glare.

“Yeah, somethin' like that.” You smirk again.

All the while you're silently thanking whoever is above for your sweaty palms. Each heart rate spikes, each bead of sweat, is making it easier to slowly slip your hands out of the rope tying you to the chair.

“You're fuckin' crazy, you know that?” #2 points a knife at you. They're panicking now. ‘Good’, you think.

“..not crazy.” You mumble, your lip is swelling making it harder to get your words out clearly. “‘m defenseless an’ tied to a chair.” Your hands are free now. ‘It's now or never’.

“No, no. You're fuckin' crazy and this was a bad fuckin' idea.” #3 has his hands on his head, he's pacing. “Red’s gonna fuckin' kill us.”

“Defenseless my ass.” #2 spits as he gets in your face again.

Gathering all of the courage you could muster up your bring your hands forward and cup both of his ears. #2 reels back, dropping his knife in the process. He howls in pain.

“Ha! It worked!” You smile widely before wincing in pain. Right, split lip. Your excitement is short lived as Big Bad and Goon #3 are on their heels turning to look at you. Your face drops.

“Shit.”

“Yeah, shit, you psycho!” Big Bad barks, grabbing for his knife.

You scramble forward for the dropped knife, ungraceful as a newborn calf, ankles still tied to your chair. You put your hands out to break your fall yet still manage to bump your head. That'll be worried about later.

“Oh, that's pathetic…” Big Bad and #3 laugh at you mockingly. You see boots in front of your face and with a small groan you lift your hand, plunging the knife right into his foot.

“Fuck!” #3 yells. He tries to move away but his foot is stuck to the floor, falling backwards as he tries to work the knife out of his foot. The squelching noise almost makes you nauseous.

“That's fucking it.” Big Bad grabs the back of your neck to lift your head. Your hands reach out for him, scratching at his jacket to no avail.

“No, no, no -” you beg. Big Bad kicks your chair to the side and a leg snaps off. One leg free.

“Oh, yes. You're dying now. I'm not putting up with your shit anymore.

Your hands scramble, a flurry of slaps and scratches, it's a chaotic scene. Your eyes stay on Big Bad as he moves his hand to the front of your throat, choking you. Your gasp and choke, your vision blurs. In one last manic attempt to get away you scratch at his face, catching his eye. He lets go of you and stumbles back, hurling swears and insults at you. You can see a trickle of blood seep under his hand from his eye as your vision comes back.

You hurry to untie your left leg and sigh in relief now that you're free. Goon #2 is slowly recovering from his ears being boxed and staggers to his feet. It takes you a second to catch your bearings but you stand up. #3 finally has his foot free, crying on the floor in pain.

Two goons against one feral hostage.

Right as the two are about to lunge for you everyone is caught off guard by the sound of the front door splintering to reveal a large and absolutely terrifying figure.

Red Hood.

“Oh shit-” you whisper.

He's tense, angry. 

“You fuckers.” He looks to Goons #2 and #3 who visibly swallow. Red Hood steps further into the house, stepping on splinters of wood, a gun in each hand. And then he stops and takes in the scene. 

You with a busted lip and gash on your thigh and two bleeding idiots, one half deaf.

“What happened?” Red Hood’s deep modulated voice rings out.

“This psycho attacked us!” Goon #2 answers almost fearfully.

But your attention is on Red Hood. It's his fault that you're even here in the first place.

“You.” You practically growl.

“Me?” He gestures to himself.

“Oh fuck man, you're in for it now.” #3 shakes his head.

“Shut up, idiot.” Big Bad warns through bared teeth. The three huddle together to watch the stand off between you and Red Hood.

You pick up the broken piece of chair leg, your anger is palpable.

“It's your fault these assholes took me!” 

“Wha- my fault?!”

You take a swing at Red Hood who easily dodges it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! It is not my fault!” He doesn't sound angry though which throws you for a second. He sounds… apologetic.

“It is! They took me to get back at you!” You swing again and be dodges. He's not even trying to stop you which pissed you off even more.

“Hey! Knock it off, would you?” 

This time the leg connects to his thigh and he hisses in pain.

“Ow!” He shouts, holding his leg, rubbing at it.

“That's what you get! I don't even know you and I'm being kidnapped because of you? Hell no.”

“Jesus Christ, calm down!” He's irritated but is still trying to back away from you. “Can you at least let me do my damn job before jumping me?” He gestures to the three idiots who kidnapped you.

“No! You're all fucking getting it!” You swing again - this time hitting his arm.

“Motherf- stop it!”

A second later another figure is in the doorway. Shorter, snickering, and-

“Damian?” You question in a breathless whisper. Your grip on the chair leg falters.

“Todd, as much as I enjoy watching you get your ass handed to you - can you please lock in? We have business to attend to.”

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[fuyungus]

Jason Todd wants to give you a sip of your own medicine ?!?!

disclaimer: reader and Jason are both 18 in their last year of highschool

Jason Todd was usually your friends and your own target, you would push him, you would throw papers at him, he was smaller than you so you make fun of him for being a boy and so small, so skinny, so ugly, he needed to wear glasses and braces. You would make him fall or take his glasses without his permission.

Jason Todd hated you all of his years on elementary school. Until 6th grade, when he left the school. You grew and sometimes felt bad about all the people you bullied as a child.

You apologized to many of them for your behavior, almost all of them except Jason Todd.

On the first day of your last year in highschool, the teacher made you all sit down quick, there was one boy, a new boy. He sat on the back of the classroom, playing with a pencil in his hand.

"Class, we have a new classmate, get up and introduce yourself Mr...?" the teacher waited for him to reply.

"Todd, Jason Todd" your eyes opened as wide as they could, he was not Jason Todd, he was not the little skinny boy you bullied all of your elementary school years. No, he was different, he was so tall, and buff, you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

A couple of days passed, you tried as hard as you could to sit closer to him so you could apologize. But he was so distracted, so in his own world as always, only that kept reminding you he was the same boy.

When you were walking towards the bathroom you saw him and this was the perfect moment to apologize. "Jason!" you shouted, he turned around with a pissed face. "Oh I could recognize that voice anywhere" he had a shit eater grin you wish you could smooth out of his beautiful face.

"Hey Jason, I just wanted to say...I'm-" he cuts you off "Ah, you want to apologize?" he chuckles softly. "I'm really sorry, Jason..." he holds your face with his huge hand. "Are you really? or is this just a excuse to kiss me?" your heart skipped a beat and your face went completely red. You didn't think about it so much, you kissed him, his hands were all over your body. "Let's go to the bathroom so we can catch up, yeah?".

The man's bathroom was filled with nasty noises, skin slapping with skin, moans, whines, grunts, praises, degrades, a little bit of anything.

You both were inside of one of the cubicles, with your hand on the wall, your skirt lifted and Jason four-eyes Todd was pounding at your cunt from the back, holding your hips by each side with his big hands, his nails digging on your flesh.

His hand rushed to your clit and started doing circular movements. "Fuckkk, Jason I'm gonna-" he cuts you off again by pulling his dick out of you. He pulls his pants back up. "Why did you stop!?" he still had that fucking grin on his face.

"You seriously thought I was gonna let you cum?" and he left you, all horny in the man's bathroom.

[ashenquill]

[Tim and Jason watching Dick as he fakes his death for a mission]

Tim: Man, he really is peak pretty boy

Jason: Right? Like, stop serving while you’re dying. It’s disrespectful.

Tim: For real, like, at least YOU had your priorities straight.

Jason: Exactly, I—

Jason:

Jason: Now hold up just a second—

Tim: I mean, you looked like shit when you died

Jason: THE FUCK, TIM????

[autisticrosewilson]

I'm actually not over the person last week who got in the notes of my "stopping the drug trade completely all at once would actually be very bad for addicts, so getting pissy at Jason is silly" post and said with their whole chest some variation of "Ah HA so he took drugs away from CHILDREN just admit you have a weird version of Jason in your head" like. I mean, I guess if you really want to, you could be mad that he didn't give children who were already addicted the proper support. And we can get into the difference between addiction in children vs. Adults and I can give you my real actual anecdotes about patterns I've noticed with these situations. But I am like 89% sure that you do not care about the reality of addiction or actual addicts. You just want to hate a fictional character. And like. Go ahead and do that, but it's really embarrassing for you to advertise your lack of knowledge so loudly.

[batsandbirdbrains]

ok but give me bruce holding all of the kids to dick’s standard but not as robin, just as a normal kid. like bruce has always been a weird guy even as a kid and while he has a public persona he’s incredibly awkward underneath and does not interact with many people. alfred ‘let me help train my little orphan friend in martial arts and let him loose’ pennyworth is not much better. then they get dick who, by most means, did not have a normal childhood either. his new caretakers do not have any idea what normal children are like. so when dick gets excited and does 10 back flips in a row, they think “ahhh children must do that to show their happiness”. when dick is angry and throws massive hysterical fits where he bites people, destroys shit, and climbs onto chandeliers to sulk, not once do they consider that his reaction may be a bit disproportionate. when dick has depressive episodes where he can’t get out of bed, they think that this must be what other people mean when they talk about teenage hormones. when dick makes friends with almost everyone in the entire universe and then some, they think “well who doesn’t like children?”

but then comes along jason, and jason also did not have the most normal childhood, but it was closer to normal than what dick and bruce had. bruce starts worry that he’s completely fucking up while trying to parent jason, because jason isn’t reacting like dick does. to bruce, jason hardly ever emotes around him. bruce buys him ice cream and the kid doesn’t do a single flip. bruce upsets jason and doesn’t even know it until jason starts ranting about how he’s tired of giving bruce the silent treatment. bruce starts to worry because jason doesn’t have many friends but jason yells at him that he doesn’t need to socialize all the time (bruce considers looking into therapy - surely such little socialization isn’t healthy?) at least jason does flips sometimes as robin, which must mean that it makes him happy, right?

then jason dies and bruce is alone for a long time. tim comes along and bruce is still so stuck in his grief that he’s not really paying attention to tim’s behavior. when he finally manages to get better he realizes that tim doesn’t do ‘normal’ kid things either, but bruce just settles on tim having a weird childhood and being a weirdo in the same way bruce is.

over time his family grows more and more, and yet none of them act like normal kids. bruce starts to get a little concerned - the only besides dick that emoted was damian, when he was angry, and even that went away over time. he tries to nudge them in the right direction time and time again with little anecdotes about dick but it doesn’t seem to work. he’s met with eye rolls and scowls when he talks about how dick used to do flips all the time, when he talks about dick swinging from the chandeliers, when talks about all of dick’s friends, when talks about dick diving off a roof to knee a goon in the face. bruce is just trying to give his children suggestions on how to be normal, dammit!

eventually he brings up his concerns to clark, who makes a considering noise and says “i had that same issue at first. i was waiting for jon to do flips when he got older but he never did. then i realized nobody taught him. now he does them all the time.” because while clark did have a normal childhood, he’s also an alien and did not spend much time with children as an adult (beyond saving them) until dick came along as robin. lois sighs exasperatedly from the background. bruce is incredibly horrified and sad at the thought that he had been waiting forever for children to flip for him and they didn’t know how (mind you, they all definitely know how to flip, he’s seen them all do it at least once). bruce wonders how he can broach the topic without messing up the conversation and decides to enlist the other JL founders for help. diana wants her nephews to be happy, clark was always on board, barry remembers all the weird shit wally did as a kid and doesn’t question it, oliver doesn’t really care, and hal is too scared of everyone’s wrath to tell them all that dick is just a weirdo.

Dude the last line fucking killed me “and Hal is too scared of everyone’s wrath to tell them that Dick is just a weirdo” beautiful, wonderful, excellent. Hal always thought Robin/Dick was a fucking weirdo little kid/teenager/adult but could never say it bc somehow everyone loves the kid.

And all the other Batkids feeling like Dick is just an impossible standard to live up to is so accurate. But would Dick even know about it? I feel like they wouldn’t blame Dick necessarily, but he absolutely grates on their nerves after a long lecture from Bruce about how they need to be more like Dick and now Dick is at the manor hanging out acting like nothing is out of the ordinary

[andi-o-geyser]

“we’re doing another groundbreaking storyline with batman fighting his greatest enemy, the joker-” pack it up.

[dukeofthomas]

jason thinks he should be dead (sometimes he thinks he IS dead), he's just what crawled out of jason todd's grave but he IS jason todd why cant you see that im still the same person. but im not who i used to be and you have to accept i'm different now but i'm still the same bc i'm still your son and your brother and your friend but i'm not 15 anymore (but i am i never grew up i'm still stuck in that warehouse watching the seconds count down the joker is still laughing and i'm still in pain and broken and bloody and beaten and the warehouse is everything and i'm 15 i'm 15 i'm 15) i'm an adult now i'm not a sweet lil daddy's kid anymore i've grown up (i haven't. do you remember when i played with legoes? when we went to football matches togetehr? when you drove me to school and called me chum and smiled at me gently and put your hand around my shoulder and squeezed? i loved you.) when you look at me all you see is who i used to be, you don't see ME, you just see who i used to be and i can never measure up to that, i can never be as good or kind or gentle or loving as the ghost of me that lives in your brain, but when i look in the mirror my eyes are dead like a fish's and my corpse is still in the ground and i'm not breathing because my insides are decayed and gone but i'm still standing here like a zombie, like a bad dream, like a fraction of who i used to be because i'm dead and i'm 15 and i never grew up but i'm somehow still an adult and how dare you not see me for who i am because i'm still the same but i'm still different but aren't i your son? am i at least still your son? you took me in and you loved me and you cared for me and you were my father my god my everything? i'm still your son. i'm still your son. i'm still your son.

Do you love me? Can you prove you love me? Can you prove i meant anything and can you prove my death was real?

(I love you. Please say it back.)

[bayetea]

god it sucks how you almost never get any thalia and annabeth interactions even though they're so so so extremely important to each other and they have such an intense history. like I know why we barely get anything (we're stuck in percy's pov + annabeth is kidnapped throughout ttc and thalia joining the hunters = she can never be a major character again) but it's crazy how such a significant and formative dynamic involving a main character is virtually absent from the entire franchise. literally just crumbs of thalia&annabeth interactions in ttc and tlo

[chainsawworld]

Thinking about jason my friend jason I fucking love this guy he is just completely unstoppable when he decides to be my guy knows what he wants to do and he does it. Respect.

[todayisafridaynight]

so magical that yakuza 1 and shadow the hedgehog came out the same year........ 2005 the best year for sega honestly.....