#OTP: Red Joker

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Ryunosuke Naruhodo - Dai Gyakuten Saiban/The Great Ace Attorney (Husband - M. May 12th 2021) - OTP: Red Dragon

Judge Q - The God of High School (Boyfriend/Partner) - OTP: Red Joker

Kazuma Asogi - Dai Gyakuten Saiban/The Great Ace Attorney (Boyfriend/Partner) - OTP: Red Headband

Chuya Nakahara - Bungo Stray Dogs (Boyfriend/Partner) - OTP: Red Wine

Ranpo Edogawa - Bungo Stray Dogs (Boyfriend/Partner) - OTP: Red Detective

Zimelu - No Straight Roads (boyfriend/partner) - OTP: Red Robot

Sebastian Moran - Moriarty the Patriot (boyfriend/partner) - OTP: Red Rifle

Kurima Raizou - Revenger (boyfriend/partner) - OTP: Red Revenger

Von Herder - Moriarty The Patriot (boyfriend/partner) - OTP: Red Gun Freak

Nikolai Gogol - Bungo Stray Dogs (boyfriend/partner) - OTP: Red Overcoat

Mateo Thiago - Cyberpunk 2077 (boyfriend/partner) - OTP: Red Cocktail

David Jones - Criminal Case (boyfriend/partner) - OTP: Red and Blue

Dick Grayson/Nightwing - DC Comics (boyfriend/partner) - OTP: Red Protector

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Caving In [2]

Pairing: Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader, Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader

Words: 7,611 

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, angst, descriptions of bruises (no colors, just shape and tint), mentions of sleep deprivation and some paranoia, mentions of death, mentions of the joker being the joker, there’s a teen wolf reference, a mention of being held captive and tortured, fluff, a mention of food being withheld

Summary: ❝Tell me Atlas: What is heavier, The world or its people’s hearts?❞ You never expected your life to end up this way, turned upside down by an infamous Gotham villain. It’s been a living hell, every single day, until Dick Grayson brings you to Titans tower where you meet Gar Logan and Jason Todd.

A/N: Hey, look chapter two up on time!! Things pick up in chapter 3, I promise!! I am easily motivated to post more often when I get feedback 😂 The first few chapters take place between season 2 episode 1 and season 2 episode 2. You can add yourself the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary​ ​ and turn on notifications if you prefer that!!

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The next morning comes around and you’re taking the time you have alone to shower. It’s barely four in the morning so no one else is awake and you’re pretty grateful for that right now. Before going to bed the night before, Rachel stopped back by your room and offered you some clothes she thought would fit okay for the following day. So, you’re the only one awake and figured it'd be really nice to have a proper shower for once. But the shower isn't the relaxing thing you expected.

This is the first time you’ve seen yourself in a mirror since being put into a basement for several months. It's the first time you’ve seen yourself at all but this is also the first time you’re getting a look at how the tower is seeing you. Your right eye has a deep bruise. It looks a little swollen still even though you feel like you can see fine out of it. The cut on your lip is still open and the cut on your cheek is red. Bruises in the shapes of fingers are dark on your biceps, right over the scar on your right bicep. Another bruise in the shape of a shoe is on your back. The more you look the more bruises you find and you wince, finally understanding all of the sympathetic looks you’ve gotten. Not that they know about the bruises across your back and stomach but they saw your arms.

You thought it was so weird Dick wanted to help but seeing yourself in the mirror, you completely understand because if you saw yourself on the street right now, you'd be livid and force that person to come with you. Your head hangs and it's kind of like you understand and a feeling of maybe wanting to tell them what happened comes over you.

If you tell them, maybe the looks will stop because you’re healing and they'll know. It's just kind of an elephant in the room as much you want to avoid it in your head, it's there. And every single time they look at you, they're just going to want the full story. The looks won't stop until they know. And all you can do is sigh because it’s four in the morning and sleeping for an hour has you feeling a lot more feelings that you ever really liked. So, you swallow the lump your throat and go for the shower.

After the shower, you find yourself in the kitchen looking for food. You find some cereal, Cheerios, and otp for that. At this point, you’re not going to complain about whatever cereal you have. Once you have your bowl, you move into the living room and turn the TV on, sitting on the floor at the small coffee table like you used to do when you were a kid. You find Avatar: The Last Airbender on one of the many streaming services connected to the TV and call yourself content.

You eat in peace watching a childhood favorite of yours and it feels easy. You feel at ease here and it feels like it could almost feel like home if you put in a real effort to give it a chance. If you could find a way in yourself to really trust these strangers. It'll be hard but maybe it'll be worth it, early mornings alone in front of TV with some cereal.

By the time six rolls around, the lack of sleep and paranoia has started to catch up to you. This place feels safe but it also feels too good to be true. There’s a little humming in the back of your head, telling you not to trust anyone because anyone can say they’re one thing and be the opposite. You used to be so trusting of people, not naïve or anything like that, but trusting of people in general but now, it’s hard to imagine people just being nice to be nice. What if you fall asleep, really get some sleep, and they turn on you? What if they’re working with him? And he comes to take you back? Maybe you’ll get lucky and everyone will leave the tower so you can get some real peaceful sleep. You’ve gone longer without sleep, you’ll be fine. You’re always fine.

"Good morning." Dick's voice scares you while you’re stood sink washing your bowl.

"Fuck," You groan, turning to look at him. "Do you always sneak up on people?"

Dick chuckles softly. "Sorry, it's a habit, I guess." Dick didn’t think he had been all that quiet.

You roll your eyes before going back to cleaning your dish you used for cereal. You haven't had cereal since you were put into foster care. It wasn't the best cereal or anything, you’re a Trix person but it was a lot better than the chicken noodle soup you’re used to. It felt almost nostalgic and you got to just sit in the living area, watching old cartoons you used to love as a kid, in peace. Until now, with Dick awake anyway.

"Right." You say softly.

Dick watches you from the back as he stands at the kitchen island, taking notice in the coffee cup sitting on the counter behind you and the empty coffee pot off to the side. You seem jumpy, though that might just be you. This is a new place to you and after whatever you’ve been through, it's fair to be a little jumpy but it makes him wonder.

"Did you sleep last night?" He asks, walking over to the coffee pot to make himself a pot.

"'Course." You lie, not looking up from the dish that is definitely clean by now but it's something to do with your hands.

Dick uses the sink to fill up the pot, you glancing at him for just a second. "Hmm." He hums. "More than an hour?"

You pause and let out a sigh. How long has he been doing this? You weren't saying he's good at it but how does he just know shit?

"No." Your voice is filled of shame. "I-i-it's weird, being here."

"It's okay." Dick reassures you as he gets his coffee going. "I didn't sleep much when Bruce brought me home, either."

You start drying your bowl, turning to face him. "What's he like? I mean....was he nice to you? You're here so..."

Dick nods and then shrugs. "He tried his best."

"That's a cop-out for saying he sucked." You raise your brows, resting the bowl to the side before grabbing the spoon and drying it. No one with good parental figures just says they tried their best. But, since Dick is here taking in strays that need help, maybe the Bruce guy didn’t do a terrible job. Even if this whole thing is weird.

Dick chuckles. "It wasn't all bad." Dick leans against the counter, facing you as he waits for his coffee.

"Must be nice." You mutter, a sense of envy comes over you. But it just slipped out. Being jealous doesn’t make a situation better. "Sorry."  You apologize.

"It's okay." Dick assures you. Dick knows he got lucky with Bruce even if Bruce wasn’t the best. Dick still got lucky. "Where ya from?" He asks, trying to change the subject a little bit but still find something out about you.

"Gotham." You roll your eyes. "Fit right in now with all the freaks Gotham breeds, huh?"

"You're not a freak." Dick says calmly.

"Mhm, sPeCiAl." You mock and then Dick catches the hit of a smirk on your face.

"You're a smartass, you know, that?"

You give him a cornered grin. "It's the only thing not damaged about me so far. Gotta hold onto it." You snicker to yourself. "What about you? San Fran?"

Dick shakes his head. "Gotham." Dick goes to grab his coffee that's finished brewing.

"Shut the fuck up." You scoff. Apparently, if people get to escape the hellscape of Gotham, they end up in San Francisco? Literally, across the country which, if you’re being honest, completely makes sense.

"Honest, so is Jason." Dick says, pouring his coffee into a mug.

"Gar?" You raise, wondering if everyone is just fleeing Gotham.

"Ohio."

"Rachel?"

"Michigan."

You hoped finding out where everyone was from would make more sense. Maybe Dick found a bunch of kids who needed to get the hell of out Gotham and brought them across the country? Something? But, finding out it’s just Jason, you’re back to this being weird.

“How did you end up with Gar and Rachel then?” You ask.

“I was detective in Detroit.” Dick explains. “That’s how Rachel found me and then we ended up in Ohio where she met Gar.”

“That somehow clears very little up but okay.” You nod your head. Why did he take Rachel to Ohio? And who the fuck leaves Gotham to go to Detroit? And how the hell did they end up here? Nothing makes sense but you’re just gonna let it go for now. "So, did you and Jason know each other then? Both from Gotham and ended up here, seems like under better circumstances than us."

Dick shakes his head, taking a sip from his mug. "No, we just...know the same guy."

You narrow your eyes at him, grabbing your own mug and taking a sip. Bruce. It sounds stupid to you because you’re just fishing for information now. But, Dick knows a Bruce from Gotham. Bruce Wayne lives in Gotham. Bruce Wayne adopted a Dick Grayson who, if rumor is right, became a detective. Jason can fight, assuming Dick can, too that's a bit weird. Gotham doesn't breed heroes usually.

"So....what? You both raised for Bruce Wayne or something?"

"What makes you think that?" Dick chuckles, wondering why you'd come to that conclusion.

"Your name is Dick and Bruce took in a kid named Dick Grayson like twenty years ago. Rumor was he left to become a detective or something." You state, taking another drink of your coffee. "Kind of public information."

"Yeah," Dick chuckles. "Yeah, Bruce Wayne took me in."

"Interesting." You hum, looking at your dark coffee.

You feel like you’re having a fever dream. You cannot possibly be talking to a fucking Robin. That doesn't make any sense and at this point, you’re completely convinced the sleep deprivation has kicked in. But you’ve done your share of research into Batman and Robin. It's always been this mystery. Who's behind the masks? You don't like mysteries and you could never figure out the motive behind them. Why start saving people if not to kill the real problems of Gotham? It's not like they were taking down petty thieves or something, they were dealing with real grade-A psychos. But, maybe Bruce Wayne makes sense. He has the money to pull it off.

"So...your thing is combat?" You question, silently fact-checking yourself.

"It is." Dick nods once.

"You're older than me...." You trail off and Dick watches you, waiting to see where exactly you’re going with this. He doesn't mind you figuring it out, but he does think it's interesting that you’re openly figuring it out in front of him. Maybe it'll help you trust him a little more.

There are tons of videos and pictures of Batman and Robin fighting the bad guys. One of your past times was watching the Robin-centric ones, something about him being a sidekick seemed odd. He always seemed to hold himself just fine and Batman didn't seem like he needed some sidekick. It was weird but you watched because you were curious who they were and how they could fight. But now you’re here with Dick Grayson who was raised by Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson is taking in kids with superpowers. And you always thought a new Robin came in at the end. Fighting style was different and there was a big height difference.

"Are you Robin and is Bruce Wayne Batman?" You ask, your voice is a little loud as if to not believe you’re asking that question.

Dick laughs. "You got me." Dick smiles at you. "I'm not Robin anymore, though."

"Jason, right? He took over?" You verify and if this were two years ago, you’d be freaking out. As much as you do not get the whole thing, it was still really cool to be in the same city as Robin and Batman. They’re actual heroes. But, this is now.

"He did." Dick nods, almost impressed you figured it out after less than a day of being at the tower. “How’d you figure it out? Was it that obvious?” He asks.

“No,” You let out a mix of a huff and a laugh. “It was more of a shot in the dark. You shoot enough times, you’re bound to hit something.”

“Alright.” Dick laughs softly. “Fair enough.”

"Cool." You say, pushing off of the counter you were leaning against, choosing to leave with this new information.

"That it?" Dick asks, amused by your reaction.

You pause with a shrug. "Yep." Your word is short and sharp as you go to walk away before stopping. Actually, it bothers you. At the end of the day, Dick Grayson, the original Robin is standing in front of you and it bothers you. It’s cool, of course because he was Robin but above everything, it doesn’t sit right. "Actually, I got a fucking question." You turn to face him.

"Okay." Dick gives you a questionable expression, not sure where the change of tone came from.

"Why didn't you guys just kill the fucking Joker?"

Dick looks down, almost as if he's ashamed of the answer. "We're heroes, we don't kill people."

"Right, okay," You suck in a breath, feeling the fire in your stomach boil and your hands growing warm. "So, as heroes, your response is to just keep letting that fucked up, psycho clown roam around Gotham and keep killing innocent people like some sort of sick Saw movie?" You snap, your voice raising with every word.

In some sick and vengeful way, after your mom was killed, you got it. In a way, you understood how people become villains. Not villains to the actual villains, but villains to the heroes because it is their job to protect those who cannot protect themselves. It is their job and allowing people like The Joker to just keep escaping and killing more and more and more people, that’s not heroism. It’s cowardly.

"It's not like that." Dick sighs, realizing this has backfired greatly. "We can't go around being the judge, jury, and executioner. It's a dangerous road you don't want to go down. Trust me."

"Right, except he didn't kill your parents, right?" You ask, feeling the water brim behind her eyes and then the feeling of hot coffee stings your hands, the mug melting with your grip. The rest of the mug slips from your hands, shattering on the floor.

"Hey," Dick puts his mug down quickly, rushing over to you.

"It's fine." You look at your hands, the glowing of green starts to fade. You walk over to the garbage, tossing the remainder of the mug into the trash. "I'll clean it up, sorry." You barely look at Dick as you grab paper towels, wetting them and ignoring the shaking of your hands.

You always thought you had a lot of control over it or that you would at least notice if you were using your powers but you didn’t. It’s shameful and embarrassing. It was an accident and accidents happen but the very idea of not being able to control your powers just because you’re mad is terrifying. What if you get mad at someone and use your powers and hurt them? 

"It's okay." Dick takes them from you. "I got it. Are you okay?" There are no hints of anger across his face or in his voice. He just looks worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You shake your head, no burn or blood in sight, your hands no longer glowing. "It doesn't hurt."

"What happened?" Gar asks, strolling into the kitchen, seeing you and Dick look like you were in the middle of something serious, although you were kind of hard to ignore. It got a little loud at the end of your argument. That’s why Gar is walking in.

"Dropped a mug." You keep your stare on Dick, lying to Gar. You brush past Dick and then past Gar. You just wanna run away from it all. Sometimes, things are too much and you wanna run as fast as your legs will let you go.

"Y/n." Dick calls.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, okay?" You stop just long enough to look back at Dick. "Just let me know when we're leaving." You mutter before walking back down the hallway and to your room.

Gar watches you and then looks back to Dick. He doesn't have any idea what he walked into and now he just feels awkward but he feels bad for you. You seemed really upset and you sounded upset when you were yelling at Dick. He heard you asking Dick if the Joker killed his parents. Of course, Gar knows what happened from last night but hearing that kind of reaction doesn't sit quite right. They're all just a bunch of kids. Kids who don't deserve to be in pain.

"You okay, Dick?" Gar asks walking over to him as Dick cleans up the spilled coffee.

"Yeah, it's okay, Gar." Dick assures him.

Gar nods. "What happened?"

"It was accident." Dick says.

"I mean...I heard you guys. I wouldn't be surprised if you woke up Rachel and Jason, too."

"Shit." Dick sighs, standing back up. "It'll be alright, she's just going through a lot. Just give her some time." Dick gives Gar a soft smile before throwing the paper towels away and grabbing a few more.

Gar nods, looking to the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. Gar knows what it's like to be alone in grief. It's hard and scary. Even having someone to just sit with him would have been easier but he was just thrown into a manor with a bunch of older people who didn't get him. He was only even there because he could suddenly turn into a tiger. Maybe he should leave it alone but he can't. He just wants you to know it's going to be okay.

Gar grabs himself a bowl of cereal and makes a plant-based drink for the morning. He waits in the kitchen, slowly eating as Dick eats his own breakfast. Dick told him to leave you alone and he's not going to do that but he doesn't want Dick to know. He doesn't really like going against what an authority figure says, even though he does it anyway. It's more the getting caught that he doesn't like. But what else is he supposed to do?

After Dick leaves, Gar waits a few more minutes then hops off his chair and heads down the hallway. Dick went the opposite way so Gar walks with ease down the hall and to your room. The door is shut and he can hear the TV playing softly. He picks up his fist and knocks softly. He waits, shifting his weight from his toes to his heels, almost expecting you to either tell him to go away or open the door and slam it. But you don't.

"Hey." Gar gives you a kind smile as you open the door.

"H-hey?" You ask.

Gar sucks in a breath. "Are you okay?" He asks.

You deadpan. "I would be a hell of a lot better if I wasn't asked that again today." You snark, watching the disappointment in Gar's face. "I'm sorry. I--I-do you wanna come in?" You ask, opening the door fully and Gar nods, leaving the door open as he follows you to the couch you and Rachel sat on the night before. "I've got some issues with Robin and Batman." You admit as you sit down.

Gar looks a little too concerned for your liking so you talk. If you talk, maybe he won't be so concerned and a part of you wants to know if it's a you thing. Everyone always seem to love them both, Robin and Batman, and they can do no wrong, they even helped the GCPD. You have thought for a while that maybe your disdain isn't justified and maybe it's not. Maybe killing people, even people like the Joker is wrong but what else is there to do? Because Batman and Robin didn't do anything to fix Arkham. If they don't fix Arkham, what else is there to stop these people like the Joker who get out and they kill every single time without fail? It's like it's a sick little game. He's Jigsaw and Batman is the cop trying to find him, everyone else is stuck playing the Saw games.

Gar nods. "Because the Joker killed your parents?" Gar asks, pretending like he doesn't know anything. "I overheard."

You nod. "My mom. I-uh, I was...I was at the movies with a friend. I got the notification that Joker was out again...killing people....same place my mom was that night." Your chin wrinkles as you swallow the lump in your throat.

That moment, you knew. You called your mom a hundred times but there's a pit that forms in your stomach when you just know someone didn't make it. Someone you care for. It's not anxiety or being pessimistic, there is a pit that grows and you just know. You knew but you called and called and called. The phone rang and rang until it died. Gotham PD showed up on your friend's house the next day and told you. They wanted to take you and do the whole foster care situation right away but your friend's mom convinced them to give you a day with them first. You fled that night. The night your mom died was the last night you ever felt safe. It was the night you felt something that wasn't sad or angry. It was the last night you weren't haunted.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n." Gar's brows wrinkle, the knot in his stomach growing.

You nod, looking away from him as you try to breathe. "Had they just fucking killed him," Your voice breaks as you look back at Gar and you hate it because this is a weakness. You can't seem vulnerable, not around these people because the second you show your vulnerability, it's so much easy to be used and manipulated. But you can't help it. "She would be alive but they just....called Arkham good enough." You pause. "It's not fair." It’s a choked whine that leaves your throat.

You gasp as tears start to flow down your cheeks, the tears burning a few of the cuts on your cheek. Gar moves closer to you and he's hesitant at first because he doesn't know how you'll react but the only thing he knows how to maybe help is to hug you. So, he pulls you into him and wraps his arms around you tightly. You stiffen for a second and it stops you from crying. You haven't been hugged since the night your mom died. It's a weird feeling to have someone hug you but you'd be lying if it didn't feel comforting. And he's very warm and he smells like strawberries and that seems to be the most comforting.

Your favorite fruit is strawberries and every summer, you and your mom would make chocolate-covered strawberries. There isn't a time you can remember when you weren't completely stocked during the summer and it's something you cherish now.  Gar smells like strawberries and that small little thing, is the most comforting thing in the world to you right now. So, you just cave into him, sobbing.

The thing about being held captive and tortured is that it's made you hard. Being captured and tortured changed a part of you. You were never so closed off and calloused, always a bit sarcastic and snarky but not like this. Being held stripped you away of the rawness of emotion. It's like it turned you into this fossilized version of yourself. Hard and cold exterior that would just turn to dust if opened up. You’re only a memory of the person you used to be, sitting here and crying to Gar is just the visual representation of who you were before the big bang. And it hurts, it is agonizing but something about the way he's just letting you cry into him feels cathartic. You’re not in that basement anymore. Your wrists are free. You are free. And you can show all of your emotions without fear of repercussions from it. You’re allowed to be scared and angry and sad and happy. You don't have to hide anymore.

"S-sorry." You pull away, wiping your eye and wincing at the pain from the bruising of your right eye.

"It's okay." Gar assures you, still having his arms around you loosely. "I, uh, I get it." He looks away for a second, pulling his arms back as if realizing he doesn't need to hug you anymore. "My parents died, too."

You watch the normally cheery boy, square his jar and go distant with his stare. "I'm sorry." You sniffle. "What happened?"

Gar sucks in a breath, sitting back against the back of the couch. "Same mysterious disease I had but they didn't make it."

You nod, matching his position and tugging the sleeves over your hands. That explains part of how he ended here. He really doesn’t have anyone, just like you. "I'm really sorry. That sucks."

Gar nods. "Yeah, but, uh, it's okay because I'm here and this is a family. It's not the same but," Gar tilts his head back and forth a few times, looking for the words. "It's really nice if you give it a chance. Dick isn't out to get you or any of us." 

"I didn't mean what I said." You say honestly. "I mean, I want the Joker dead, he's a fucking piece of shit sad excuse of a human but...I mean just about Dick. He's been nice."

Gar offers you a side smile. "Yeah, he's a cool dude." Gar chuckles softly. “He kind of takes getting used to, too.” Gar jokes a little. Dick sometimes comes off as cold but Gar has kind of figured that’s just what being raised by Bruce gets you. Jason is like that, too and Gar doesn't think it’s a coincidence. 

"Thank you." You give him a sad and small smile. "You're like...a really nice person."

Gar huffs with a chuckle, looking away from you and all he can think is that someone has to be nice around here. Dick is sometimes...well a dick. Jason is an asshole. Rachel sometimes can be a little bit of a bitch to Dick and Jason, usually deserved but a bitch nonetheless. He has to be the nice one even if he wanted to get nasty. That would just cause more tension and Gar doesn't like tension.

"Thanks." Gar sighs, looking around your room. "Are you gonna decorate today?" He asks looking back to you, changing the subject and hoping to make you feel better.

You shrug a shoulder. "I dunno. Not sure if Dick really wants to take me shopping after that." You laugh softly. "I don't know how I feel about it, anyway. Feels....really fucking weird."

"Yeah," Gar nods in agreement. "But he just wants you to have a space of your own, that's what he told Rachel and me when he took us in. He'll give you a spending limit."

"Is this Annie or something?" You quip.

Gar tilts his head back with a laugh. "Well, it's a hard 'nough life for us." Gar says with a smile.

You let out a genuine laugh and it makes Gar's face light up. Your laugh is bubbly and loud, almost booming. It's a bit contagious actually and it makes Gar have a little bit of a sigh of relief. If you’re laughing, there's hope for you, especially after that whole talk you just had. You’re funny.

"You're funny, ya know?" You ask once your laughter calms down.

"Oh..." Gar shifts his sheet, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "You, uh, you think so?" He gains a cheesy and awkward smile making you giggle a little.

"Yeah! Of course, I do." You smile sweetly at him.

"Hey, do you wanna play Xbox?" Gar asks, enthusiasm in his voice. He likes talking to you and you seem like you’re doing better talking. Plus, video games are what Gar always uses to escape from all the shit, maybe it’ll help you.

"I have literally never played Xbox in my life." You blink at him before gaining a smirk.

"Excuse me?" Gar's eyes widen. How have you never played Xbox? He's certain it's the best gaming system to exist.

"Always a big fan of PlayStation." You laugh, finding his shocked expression funny. He does wear his emotions on his sleeve. "But...I guess I could make an exception for you." You give him a corned grin, watching him shift again. Something about certain things you say make him nervous and you kind of like the bubbles that form in your stomach when it happens.

"Okay, okay." Gar stands up quickly, gesturing for your to follow his lead. "I'll change your mind."

You do as he directs. "You have a lot of confidence." You pat his shoulder.

Gar's eyes narrow slightly. "I...can't tell if you're being serious."

You laugh once more. "Eh, half and half." You shrug a shoulder.

"Right." Gar nods, keeping his eyes narrow but there's a smile tugging at his lips. "Come on." He nods his head in the direction of the door, reaching for your hand. You take it without hesitation and he leads you  to his room.

The day goes by, Dick looking for you, he finds you with Gar in his room a few hours later. You had left the door open so it wasn't too hard to find you. You were both yelling, very excitedly at the TV and when Dick found you, you were plopped in two chairs beside each other, a control in each hand. You both were laughing and Dick never would have known you were new to the tower by how comfortable you looked and it gave him some hope. There's some type of hope for you. No one is ever just some lost cause. Dick hated to break it up but Jason and Rachel were already waiting for Gar in the training room.

While the others trained, Dick and you went on your shopping run. Dick took you to a few stores to pick out a few outfits, pajamas, training clothes, and just a few things for your room. It was weird for you to just be out in the open, shopping as if you weren't just held captive the day before. But, something about Dick did feel safe. Maybe it was the fact he was Robin. He might have helped the Joker stay alive by simply not killing him, but he did put him away several times. And, now you have somewhere to run to if Jerry happens to show up.

But that's not all. It was just bizarre to have this stranger buy you things. You were never one that really liked accepting things from people like this. Presents, sure. Everyone likes presents but this just felt like charity and it took everything in you to refrain from snarky comments the whole time. But you did it and you had a good time. You got some take out and you got to actually have one of your favorite take out foods. Dick didn't ask about how much you lit up at the thought of it for lunch, he already had an idea why. He figured maybe it'd be better to leave all of that alone and just have a few hours to let you just be.

"So," Dick asks as he drives them back to the tower.

"So." You state, looking over at him. He just has this look like he wants to ask questions. "Okay." You sigh. "Ask the question you want and I will not give you a bullshit answer."

Dick chuckles. "Alright," He nods. "How much control do you have of your powers?"

You look ahead of them as your light turns red. "This much." You open the palms of your hands, the palms turning green. Then, you close them, the green fading. You do this a few times with ease, ending with spirit fingers, your hands glowing a neon green. "Why?"

Dick's brows are furrowed. "Just curious, how do you do that?" He pauses. "What about the mug this morning?"

"Control or the whole acid thing?" You shrug, looking in front of you. "And apparently, my mom and the Joker are major triggers, learn something new every day, I guess."

"Understandable. And both, I guess."

"Uh...control well. I was traumatized." You scoff. "Control is easy when you're in a life or death situation. I mean...like learning it. Don't have a fucking choice if you wanna live. The acid though, uh-huh." You shrug. "I think about it I guess and then it just happens."

You remember when you found out you could produce acid. You were mad at Jerry for injecting you and then getting mad at you for it. It was about seven months after living with him and at that point, you were just so sick and tired of it all. All you wanted was to rip Jerry’s throat out with your bare hands. And then, your hands starting glowing, acid leaking from your palms. It was a shock, for sure, but it was a bigger shock that Jerry didn’t realize the chemical burn on the floor was from you. He just thought he spilled something and hadn’t noticed it prior. You considered some kind of weird luck. From there, it was just making sure it never happened in front of him.

Dick hums to himself. "Think you could try and show Rachel how you control it?"

"Uh...sure?" You question him. "Isn't that like...your job, Bat Boy?"

"I don't have powers like you guys." Dick states, the light turning green. "Rachel's powers are just really strong and she's had a lot happen recently."

"I have heard." You sigh. "I mean...I can try." There's a sense of empowerment you feel with Dick asking for help with Rachel. He trusts you, at least a little bit which is kind of nice. "I-it's just...I-I melted a mug today. I don't have that much control, apparently."

He nods with understanding. "You have enough to help."

"Well, alright then. Does that mean I get to learn to fight?" You give him a hopeful smile. 

"How are you feeling?"

"Great." You give him a thumbs-up even though he’s watching the road.

"Are you lying?"

"Yes, yes I am." You laugh softly. "Uh....my face is still pretty sore. Arms and legs still feel a bit weak...." Your eyes go distant as you stare in front of you, flashbacks of the torture clouding your vision and the endless cycle of either not being given food or given the bare minimum.

"You need to get better first." Dick states, his voice unwavering.

"Shouldn't I still be preparing though? Like...I don't know. Small stuff."

"Not yet."

You sigh but don't fight him. Jason owes you one for the bet. If Dick doesn't think you’re strong enough to at least learn something, you'll just ask him. He don't seem like one to follow the rules anyway. It’s just a precaution to protect yourself, just in case.

When you get back to the tower, Dick helps you bring your stuff to your room. It's not a lot by any means, just some clothes, a few vinyls, and some art for your walls. Dick leaves you to yourself and you look around your room, gaining a genuine, happy smile. This is your space to make yours so you get to work.

You dig out a Fall Out Boy vinyl from one of the bags and put it on the record player that was already in your room. You turn it up as loud as it will go, the sound of music feeling almost riveting. Another thing you’ve missed more than you actually realized and then you start getting your room together.

A few hours go by and your room is coming along. You’ve moved a few things around and got your posters hung up. It doesn't feel quite like home yet but Dick said if you stay, you can get more stuff to make it more yours later. So, this is a start and it fills your chest with a sense of warmth as you look around until there's a knock on your door. You turn the music down before opening the door and you’re met by Gar in a green pullover and black joggers.

Gar's eyes glance behind tiy and then back to you. "Hey, uh." He scratches the back of his neck. "We do movie night in the living room sometimes, did you wanna join? Rachel and Jason are in there now."

"Uh..." You stutter. They do movie nights? Is this really some found family shit? The way everyone talks about Jason you find it a little hard to believe he'd actually part-take in any group activity that didn't involve punching each other. But you don't have anything to lose. If you want to stay, that also involves effort from you and Gar will be there. "Sure." You give a soft smile before walking over to your bed and grabbing Gar's hoodie. "Thanks." You hand it back to him and he gives you a closed smile, raising the fabric to say you’re welcome.

"Anytime." Gar smiles, jerking his head towards the living room. "I'm gonna put this away, meet you in here?"

"Okay." You say with ease before turning on your heels, heading down the hallway and Gar can't help but watch you with a goofy smile.

You just have on black sweatpants and a pink hoodie but you look comfortable and you didn't look annoyed when you opened the door. That seems to be your general state of mind, annoyed. From what Gar has seen. Of course, you’ve loosened up when he's talked to you but you always looks very annoyed beforehand.

You walk into the living room seeing Rachel all the way to the left and Jason sitting all the way to the right, facing the fireplace. They truly could not be any more apart, eyes on the TV that's mounted above the fireplace and you find it a little comedic. They must really hate each other. So, you take a seat by Jason, mostly because you think it's funny to bug him and you could just tell sitting by him would irritate him. Plus, that leaves room for Gar to sit on the other side between you and Rachel.

"Can I fucking help you?" Jason snarks as he looks to you.

"What're we watching?" You ask, an innocent smile pulling at your lips.

"It's Jason's turn so probably something gory." Rachel remarks with wide eyes laced with annoyance.

Jason turns to face you, which moves him a little too close to you. His eyes look you up and down, just once before landing on your eyes. "Don't worry, if you get scared, I'll protect you."

Rachel nearly rolls her eyes into the back of her head with Jason's comment, fake gagging while you sit with your mouth slightly ajar, nose scrunched and forehead wrinkled. You sit somewhere between appalled and grossed out. This kid surely has never dated a single human. There's just no fucking way with the lines he pulls. But you shut your eyes for a second, choosing to not even play into that game. Instead, you’re gonna play your own.

"What movies were you thinking?" You ask, matching Jason's position, knee bent and flat on the couch, you facing him as your knees touch.

Jason gains a smirk in just the left corner of his mouth. "We could watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Hostel, or Saw IV."

His stare is directly at you and it's a taunt. But you find it funny, not even bothered by the distaste of his comment, in fact, he plays into your hand. He thinks you need protecting from a horror movie and that of all people here, you'd go to him? When Gar is right there?

"Texas is a classic, assuming you don't mean the shitty ass remake from 2003. Hostel's alright if you're into Eli Roth. Saw series has always been good gore. Never quite cross that line into torture porn." You smile at him, it's a sweet smile while you lean your elbow on the back of the couch and Rachel sits behind you completely entertained. All she can think is that they needed someone who can match Jason's energy.

Jason's face softens, just for a split second. Your response caught him off guard and he was so sure you'd be against watching any of those. He thought maybe he'd get a rise out of you for suggesting them or offering to protect you or maybe get something better than that out of it. But all he got was whatever that was. It was his turn and those were the three he was considering but Gar and Rachel don't really like the movies. He assumed you wouldn't either, especially if what they found on the computer the night before means what they think it means.

Gar comes in a few seconds later, seeing you and Jason facing each other in a way that almost seems like some weird face-off staring contest at this point. He glances at Rachel who shrugs but she has a smirk that's begging to be broken into a laugh. Just a tint of burning coats Gar's stomach as he sees the two of you and he knows what it is but he pushes it down. He shakes his head and walks up to you.

"Everything okay?" He asks, his voice cautious as he looks between the two of you before sitting on the opposite side of you.

"Fine," Jason mumbles, finally breaking the stare and sitting normally on the couch before grabbing the remote. "Saw it is."

"Ugh, why do you always pick gory movies, dude?" Gar groans, tilting his head back.

"Don't like gore?" You ask with a laugh.

"You do?!" Gar's head shoots back up, a grimace on his face. He doesn't mind it in older films, the effects weren't great then. But the newer ones tend to turn his stomach. Horror is great, but gore? Not Gar's favorite.

"Yeah, of course. They're fun." You shrug, switching to sit forward, pulling your legs up under you and Gar keeps the grimace on his face. "What?"

"He doesn't know why anyone wants to volunteer to watch gore." Rachel snickers.

"Because you can shut the movie off whenever you get too scared and the effects are cool." You shrug and it makes Gar give you a shy smile. "I can hold your hand if you want?" If you said it to Jason, it would have been sarcastic and rude but with Gar, it was a genuine and sincere offer.

Gar's cheeks burn with the offer and his stomach flips, unlike you and Rachel, he didn't find the offer a bit cringey or lame. Your smile is gentle and sweet like honey until you realize that you just pulled what Jason did and it seems you realize it the same time Jason does.

"Did you just take my fucking line?" Jason scoffs.

"No, yours was weird, mine was nice." You retort, internally kicking yourself for it.

"It's okay." Gar whisper, shifting in his seat a little. He was never really good about things that might be flirting or not flirting and just being nice. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." You smile softly at him, your heart sinking a little.

"Okay, turn on the movie." Rachel looks between the three of you, not sure what the hell is going on there and not even wanting to know.

Jason turns the movie on without any further argument. The four of you settle into your spots as the movie starts to play and despite the fact you’ve been at the tower for just over twenty-four hours now, you feeling pretty comfortable around them. The three of them make it easy. None of them feel threatening, even with two of them having powers. They don't feel "special" as Dick put it. All three of them just feel normal and normalcy is something you’ve craved for two years.

And then there's Gar who can't keep his eyes on the moving, partially because he finds the gore a bit nauseating but also because he can feel you glance at him every now and then. He can't tell if the glances are because he doesn't like the movie so maybe you’re checking on him which is a strange thought, that's kind of his job. Or maybe it's because he's sitting too close to you, he doesn't feel like he is. When Gar looks over, it looks like he's sitting just as far away as Jason is so maybe that isn't it. The one thing he does know is that he doesn't mind you glancing at him.

The lack of sleep for you, however, is definitely catching up to you. Your eyes are weighed down, heart rate is slowing down and you just feel like maybe you could rest your eyes for a few minutes. Saw IV isn't even one of your favorite Saw movies, you won't miss much. And the next thing Gar knows, your head falls onto his shoulder. He straightens his back quickly when it happens, catching him off guard but then he looks at you, asleep and he doesn't have the heart to wake you up. A caring small comes to Gar's lips as he looks back to the TV and he kind of likes your head on his shoulder. Maybe it means you trust him and after everything, he can only imagine what you’ve been through, that's kind of a big deal on day two.

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[thebest-medicine]

Impractical Jokers

[read on ao3]

A/N: Had some Thoughts about Tasha’s Hideous Laughter / Hideous Laughter spell. Mainly. That Nott knows it [C2E28]. I would love to see Caleb experience it. (Caleb x Laughter OTP) And, also featuring a great joke Nott tells Caleb [C2E55]. (This is the first two chapters from ao3 put together.)

Summary: Nott is actually quite hilarious, thank you very much Caleb.

Words: 1285

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“Hey Caleb?”

“Ja?”

“How many Zemnians does it take to light a lantern?”

Caleb turns from his book and raises an eyebrow at her. His lips turn down slightly in a frown.

“One! Because they’re efficient and humorless!”

“That’s not a very good punch li-” He starts to say, watching as Nott smirks and whispers something he can’t quite hear but recognizes as arcane; she waves the small feather she usually keeps on her for feather fall pointedly at Caleb.

And then he finds he can’t say anything at all as he folds to the ground, cackling with laughter. “W- IHI- NAHAHAHA-” Caleb laughs as he wraps his arms around his middle, and some sliver of his brain notes with hilarity that he’s slipped out of his chair and is now rolling on the floor.

“Oh, I guess it just took you a second to get the joke!” Nott laughs along and winks at him. Not that Caleb picks up on it, as he’s currently too busy cackling his head off. “I’ve never …seen you laugh like this.” She considers the giggling heap of wizard for a moment, looking down at him for a change. “Feels good to finally get a rise out of you!”

Every word she says, every sound he hears, every sensation he feels and conscious thought he has is currently the funniest Caleb has ever experienced (at least, that he can remember right now). He’s jumped past snickers and giggles straight into wild, unending cackles. Giddiness flitters through his chest as he shakes his head, trying to breathe through the laughter.

Nott scampers a bit closer, trying to get a good look at Caleb’s smile. “I didn’t know you thought I was this funny. I’m honored, truly.” She teases. And, well, she can’t help but reach out to Caleb, ruffling his hair a bit as he squirms, arms wrapped around his middle.

A long few seconds later, the buzzing, tingling, silly feeling of unbridled hilarity subsides, pulling back like the tides. Caleb coughs a little as he catches his breath, laying back against the floor. “That was-”

“Adorable?” Nott cuts in.

Caleb makes a sound of protest as the redness on his cheeks seems to grow a bit even though he’s stopped laughing. “You are not so funny.” He rolls his eyes and gives her a wary look, trying to fight the lingering smile off of his face.

“You’re right.” She chuckles. “I am Nott, SO FUNNY!”

Caleb rolls his eyes again and starts to push himself up by his elbows from where he had collapsed in laughter on the floor. “It won’t always work. You caught me off guard, but I can resist your tricks.” As he stands, he finally succeeds in making a face that isn’t a big stupid grin.

Well, Nott thinks, that won’t do.

“Either you’re going to have to start laughing more, or I’m going to have to get more feathers.”

Caleb freezes, eyes wide like a spooked animal. “What?” He manages, it’s almost a gasp. His face approaches the color of his hair.

Hmmm, he’s definitely blushing. Interesting. Nott starts to explain, her voice slow, as she studies his expression. “I need feathers…to cast Tasha’s hideous laughter.”

Caleb’s face seems to cool down a few degrees as he blinks. “Oh, ah-”

“But.” She continues, pulling another feather from somewhere inside her cloak. “I can also think of something else that I could use them for.”

Caleb’s eyes snap to hers. The seeds of a new smile, remnant of his earlier grin, are starting to sow despite his attempts to look stern. “Nott.”

She hums, giving him a smirk and wiggling the feather a little his way.

“Do not.” He takes a step back.

They stare at each other for a long moment before Caleb turns to bolt. As he turns away, Nott catches the growing smile on his face. A beat later, she pounces after him.

“Get back here!” Nott cries, a few steps behind Caleb.

“Nein!” Caleb nearly squeals as he dodges a hand going for his ankle.

Nott recognizes the finger movements ahead of her as the start of somatics. No, she scolds in her head, he won’t be getting away so easily. She’s already got the feather in hand as she shouts the incantation quickly.

Caleb’s next step forward crumbles as he folds in on himself laughing. “NEIHIHIHIN- HAHA AH I- NAHAHA!” So much for being able to resist it next time. The warm sparks of his magic fizzle away as he falls to the floor, wriggling about like a worm.

Nott plops down on her knees next to him, avoiding any flailing limbs. Caleb, it seems - to Nott’s delight, is quite malleable when he’s laughing his head off. When she reaches out to poke at his sides and stomach a few times, he wiggles slightly away. She scoots up near his head, smiling down at his wide grin, and uses another feather to start toying with his ears and neck.

It’s hard to tell if he’s reacting more than a few wiggles away from the pokes and swipes of the feather. The spell does a pretty good job of making the victim laugh as hard as they can, so he’s stayed pretty consistent in volume.

Nott gets one of Caleb’s wrists in her hand and pulls the arm away from his side. It goes quite easily. It’s strange seeing the normally stubborn wizard acting this way, a freshly made dough to be tossed and kneaded any which way without so much as a protest.

Nott can sense the spell ending as Caleb’s laughter peters off into a much lighter, sillier giggle. She moves into the space between his side and his arm, sets the feather next to her, and blocks Caleb from bringing his arm back down in one quick motion. And then, she pokes her fingers into his armpit.

Caleb squeals, his elbow coming down into Nott’s back. His other hand flies up and Nott braces for a shove, but Caleb just slams the free hand over his reddening face.

“Aww. Don’t do that!” Nott complains, reaching up to tickle under the front of his neck with one hand. His chin comes down with a snort, and the hand on his face moves to bat weakly at her arm. “Your smile is the whole point!”

Caleb whines between his laughter at the affection and teasing.

“And see, I don’t even have to use the feather. I can just get you any time. My hands are my greatest weapon!” Nott monologues triumphantly. “Though, maybe I could enlist some help.”

“Nein!” Caleb manages to squeak out as he laughs.

“Exactly. I’m sure rest of the Nein would love to help.” Nott says as she pokes a bit lower, just above where his leather holster lays. Caleb shouts, his body attempting to curl away from her. He’s shaking his head, giggling loudly. She pauses, leaving her fingers just touching the spot. “Well then.” She squeezes once more. “Looks like you’d better start laughing at my jokes.”

“Ja, ja. Haha- fine. Alright - hehe- you little menace.” Caleb giggles. Nott lets him up, for now, moving a bit out of his space. He pulls his arms into his chest, rubbing against the phantom feeling on his rib cage, then he reaches out and pulls the goblin in.

There’s a brief second where she panics, assuming he is eager to get revenge. But, Caleb just hugs her close, still giggling as they lay together on the floor. It’s a place they have been in more times than she can count, but this time, the warm feeling that envelopes them isn’t just coming from body heat.

[lunarharp]

was bored, realised i care more about orufrey than anyone ever, then decided to work out my top 5 otps of all time and give them awards

(below) then i got drunk on power and judged them on even more categories... canon rating.. colour-coded rating (??) .. and the mysterious.. Fated Rating.

orufrey

-canon rating: 4/5

romantic narrative that can be reasonably assumed at this point to be “going somewhere” while technically ““not canon”“. i know what she is doing

-colour-coded: 6/5

no words. designed in perfect and homosexual complements. black & white = yin & yang. black hair white shirt black skirt. white hair black shirt white skirt. also they’re fire & water.. elemental coded. qif’s glasses are black & white too... everything about them represents them as a pair. and they both have gold & blue highlights. what is it going to be, white & black tuxes at the wedding or do witches get married in gowns. just skip to that chapter it’s fine

-fated rating: 5/5

The. Tassels. they chose to live together and entwine their lives around each other. it means MORE that it was choice and not fate. nuff said............... p.s. read my fic

ferdibert

-canon rating: 4/5

they can be implied to get married or they can kill each other depending on YOUR choices. 4 points for the chaos of that. would be 5/5 if the pair ending text wasn’t translated in a homophobic way

-colour-coded: 3/5

orange and black. looks good together so points for that. also those colours mean ferdibert forever to me i don’t care about halloween.

-fated rating: 2/5

they used to hate each other. and with slightly different happenstances in life they end up killing each other (with pathos). but that stuff means something in its own way so it’s fine they’re fine.

suipo

-canon rating: 5/5

they basically end up together and kiss at the ending 💗

-colour-coded: 4.5/5

blue & pink. perfect. beautiful. and they match as perfect complements in other ways too. both are named after sweets. suipo 4ever

-fated rating: 4/5

they just met randomly. BUT... they had to meet... they both needed to meet each other to advance their personal narratives. <3 +2 points for dying and ending up in heaven together cause that’s bonkers

wrightworth

-canon rating: 2/5

NOT CANON.....I GUESS.......i literally forget this though. designed by a BL creator or something and a stupidly gay narrative for Friends so how could you say 0/5 though

-colour-coded: 5/5

another pink & blue. or red & blue more broadly. incredible. great. they match in tons of ways. like the wedding rings that capcom made.

-fated rating: 6/5

childhood friends to whatever they are is worth 3/5 in and of itself, but then so many of their choices are literally about each other in such incredibly pathetically gay ways that it’s truly nuts.

joker/akechi

-canon rating: 2.5/5

i don’t know what to say. the narrative and the heartcrushing 7 minute romantic ending song that haunts my waking moments even now are what they are. i don’t know what to say

-colour-coded: 3/5

well... their colours are both black & red... ? kind of? you could say black/red & black/white. i don’t know. it looks good though.

-fated rating: 4/5

(literally loads of spoilers................... !!!!!!!!) they were quite entirely given their powers on purpose to foil each other. but, akechi wants to be free of narratives and doesn’t want to be entwined with anyone else’s life. next time this’ll be his choice. THAT MAKES IT EVEN MORE....WHAT IT IS. also they’re just obsessed with each other and their songs are about each other and no more what ifs, what matters is how you bring joy to life when i said a false happiness would be enough you softly covered my mouth etc etc etc

orufrey: 15

suipo: 13.5

ferbies: 9

wrightworth: 13

j&a: 9.5

WHY ARE FERBIES LAST???? hubert is going to kill me.....that's ok. the fact that i learnt to draw with you means the world <3

P.S. I LOVE BYLITZA!!!!!! from fe3h. but ones like that are so personal that there's no point saying "i love this" like i love the same thing others love. or something

ok bye

[mysticdragon3art]

New Twitter banner with my OTPs.

Since I don't have a DIY custom Nendoroid version of Claude's FE3H suit/outfit, I have him in a gold tuxedo, since his FE3H outfit is yellowish. In order to make Claude blend in, I realized I could dress all the characters in this photoshoot formally. I almost dressed Yukimura in a "Nendoroid More: Dress Up Coming of Age Ceremony Hakama" since it was red and I have a headcanon where Yukimura gravitates towards traditional Japanese styles even in modern AUs. But I decided it would better help Claude blend in if everyone was dressed the same, in tuxedos.

FIGURES:

Nendoroid Date Masamune, using Nendoroid More Dress Up Wedding - Elegant Version's "Traditional Navy".

Nendoroid Sanada Yukimura, using Nendoroid More: Dress Up Suits's "secret design".

Nendoroid Joker, using Nendoroid More: Dress Up Suits 02's "black suit".

Nendoroid Ryuji Sakamoto, using Nendoroid More: Dress Up Suits 02's "black vest & grey shirt".

Custom Nendoroid Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, using Nendoroid Co-de Fundoshi's Rokushaku style "Exciting Red Co-de". Custom Nendoroid Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd: Nendoroid Elias Ainsworth back hair piece, Nendoroid Mami Tomoe maiko version bangs, Nendoroid Co-de Mikazuki Munechika Uchiban version faceplate, a DIY eyepatch (masking tape & celephane tape).

Custom Nendoroid Claude von Riegan, using Nendoroid More: Dress Up Wedding - Elegant Version's "Rich Gold". Custom Nendoroid Claude von Riegan: Nendoroid Tanjiro Kamado hair, Nendoroid Araragi Koyomi ahoge with masking tape (both ahoge peg and tape were colored with Copic E47), Nendoroid Doll Customizable Head Cinnamon version, Nendoroid Kagamine Len faceplate stickers, Nendoroid Doll Hand Parts Set 02 Cinnamon version, DIY earring made from 20 guage wire and a tiny gold jump ring, glued to the front of his ear with Aleene's Tacky Glue.

PROPS: 2 DIY gold folding screens/"byobu", made from gold wrapping paper. Gold glitter foam sheet. Scrapbook paper grounding.

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Lord Zalgo

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Offenderman

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Tim Wright

Brian Thomas

HABIT

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Charlie Matheson Jr

Xvirus

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Lifeless Lucy

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Ben Drowned

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Eleted

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Shadowlurker

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Happy Puppet

Callie Williamson

Ben Swam

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.,,,, Toriel or Seam

okay you know i've gotta do both. i can't not do both.

sexuality headcanon: i think toriel is ace! and sapphic for sure. not sure whether she's bi or gay but she likes women for sure. and seam... hmmmmm. i'm not sure about them. arospec maybe? i think they just. like who they like and don't put a label on it

otp: for undertale toriel i'm quite partial to goatbun. that's a REALLY cute rarepair. for deltarune toriel i've become increasingly fond of quoriel lately- milf4milf couples my beloveds💙 as for seam i dunno if i have one. i don't really ship them with anyone. an annoyances to lovers arc with them and swatch might be funny

notp: i am so glad asgore and toriel are never getting back together. partially because i think she's too good for him (in both universes), partially because i adore the way the uglier parts of them are contrasted and emphasized by the other. i like their relationship the way it is- broken. for seam again i don't think i have one. i'm neutral on seavil... i saw toriel/seam tossed around once or twice and i don't like that one just cause it's my belief that seam was toriel's old stuffie but that's just me

brotp: toriel and sans of course! i also like her little friendship with alphys in deltarune. she's always rooting for her💙and jevil and seam bring out such fascinating parts of the other. they're the red and black jokers!! i love it

first hc i can think of: well there's the headcanon that seam was toriel's old stuffed animal from when she was a kid that i mentioned earlier! i love that hc so much it's unbelievable. toriel rediscovering her inner child and relearning the magic she once knew by going on an adventure with her old stuffed cat💙💙💙💙💙

favorite line: god. "and my view of this world has grown darker, yet darker" always makes me go insane for obvious reasons. also "you wouldn't want to be caught out after dark"... what do they know. WHAT DO THEY KNOW. toriel-wise... i don't know if i have one! i have a feeling that she's gonna have a few lines in chapter 3 that are gonna make me ugly cry though

one way i relate to them: i don't think i really relate to either of them? they're both much older than me, for one thing. i'm not really in a position to relate to them. i still love them though :]

secondhand embarrassment: seam is the coolest character EVER and nothing they do is embarrassing. except maybe the burnt darkburgers but they OWN their shitty cooking skills and sell them with pride. they're my hero. ditto for toriel. she risks being an embarrassing mum but only manages to be endearingly awkward. i wish i had their swag

cinnamon roll/problematic fave: i GUESS toriel's a problematic fave. i forgive her though💙and seam has never done anything wrong in their life. except maybe the nihilism but like. Not Their Fault

[abnerkrill]

For the character ask: Harley Quinn

hii thanks friend!

Why I like them: wish fulfillment for if i were like, 75% more confident and 100% more crazy? <3

Why I don’t: well, there are definitely characterizations out there that i don't like, but when she's fun and has agency i like it!

Favorite episode (scene if movie): birds of prey sandwich scene!!! cathy yan can do no wrong!

Favorite season/movie: the suicide squad (2021) really is the superior harley on the suicide squad movie where she gets to do her own thing and is sexy but not hypersexualized and wreak havoc with some other freaks :)

Favorite line: the whole "When your taste in men is as bad as mine, they don't just go away quietly" bit in TSS is MAGNIFICENT

Favorite outfit: oh i REALLY love her birds of prey looks... but it's gotta go to her red TSS look from the first beach scene. she looks so gooood.

OTP: poison ivy, hope it's done well in live-action someday (i've seen a few eps of the animated show and it's great!!)

Brotp: boomerang!!! and abner and cleo :)

Head Canon: she does makeovers and free, questionable psych consultations for her suicide squad buddies.

Unpopular opinion: done with joker storylines, she's her own thing now and does NOT need her ex's lousy energy fucking up the place.

A wish: give cathy yan more harley films!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: david ayer should not direct her anymore kljsdjkldflfjkdslkjdfjkl death.

5 words to best describe them: DC's greatest creation/the loml. alternatively: hey jimmy, where's her sequels???

My nickname for them: just Harley! i think boomer can get away with calling her Harls but that's it.

send me a character

[abyssal-ali]

I posted 1,910 times in 2022

That's 1,910 more posts than 2021!

75 posts created (4%)

1,835 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@thisiswhereikeepdcthings

@demonandangeltwins

@arty-shadow-morningstar

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I tagged 1,490 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#jason todd - 502 posts

#red hood - 275 posts

#batfam - 190 posts

#batman - 141 posts

#batfam shenanigans - 129 posts

#damian wayne - 120 posts

#bruce wayne - 113 posts

#my beloved murder baby - 105 posts

#dick grayson - 90 posts

#tim drake - 89 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i believe that jason's second choice was a book but since b took all the fun options out of the way he must rely on talia to kill the joker

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Jasonette Crack (feat. Talia al Ghul)

~0.8k, everyone (Talia) is WilDlY OOC, you have been warned. Not beta'd (if anyone wants to beta or even just toss ideas around, let me know!) Please tell me what you think, and I'm open to constructive criticism as well.💜

Marinette groaned into Talia's bed.

Talia merely raised an eyebrow, waiting for the young woman to speak.

"Is something the matter, Marinette?"

Another groan, then Mari raised her head to look at Talia. "I want a boyfriend. Can you find me someone? If *you're* happy with him then he'll be great, and I won't have to worry about my family's disapproval."

Talia couldn't believe this was happening. Marinette was asking her to set her up with her OTP!

"I shall begin the search," she said neutrally.

Jason kicked off his boots and hung his jacket up, then collapsed onto the sofa.

"You need a girlfriend," said Talia from the shadowed chair she was sitting in.

Jason almost screamed. "T, you gave me a heart attack!"

"Be aware of your surroundings," she said unapologetically. "You need a girlfriend," she repeated.

"I have neither the time nor the patience to find someone everyone will like. You find me a girlfriend and I'll be happy."

♡•○•♡

Two weeks later a kidnapped Jason and a kidnapped Marinette were stood in front of Talia, who spoke somewhat quicker than normal. "Marinette Genevieve Dupain-Cheng, do you take this man as your husband?"

"Yes-wait-what-"

Talia ignored her and turned to Jason.

"Jason Peter Todd-Wayne, do you take this woman as your wife?"

"T, what are you-"

"I now pronounce you man and wife!" she said cheerfully.

10 minutes later, once they freed themselves from their ropes, the new couple burst into her room.

"T, what did you do?! I didn't actually mean it!!"

"I just wanted a date! What was that?!" screeched Marinette.

They looked at each other, then back to Talia.

"You're perfect for each other, you know. I've shipped you two for years; this is a blessed day. I can die happy now. I was thrilled when you asked me to find you a partner."

"I didn't mean a husband!" "I didn't mean a wife!"

"You're welcome," she said, calmly sipping her tea. "I saved you the dating-- it's inevitable you get married."

They sputtered at her impeccable logic and left.

"I'm so sorry about Aunt Talia," said Marinette.

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31 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

#4

[Summary of AYFTBK]

Poll time: Would any of yall be interested in reading a Jaysteph WIP (that I haven't worked on in months but is fully plotted in my brain)?

A bit of summary: Jason meets Steph in Africa on his world tour and they fall in love. [Warning: I have no idea how to write people falling in love] They foster/adopt Damian (bc good mom talia wants Damian safe but Bruce is...y'know...BrUcE). While they're gallivanting about the world they run into Cass and she joins their family too. [Timelines? Canon? Who're they??] Eventually they go back to Gotham and start work as Red Hood and Indigo, Gotham's underworld new bosses, and run into the bats (of course) and antagonize them (of course). Eventually the bats find out the new crime lords are their not-so-dead ex-Robins and chaos ensues, as I like it.

Thoughts??

[Warning #2: I do NOT know how to end stories. They always seem so awkward to me😬 Tips appreciated]

42 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#3

Why I Think Jason Todd Would Be A Good Blue Lantern: headcanons from Ali

"In fearful day, in raging night/ With strong hearts full, our souls ignite./ When all seems lost in the War of Light/ Look to the stars -- for hope burns bright!"

When I was researching lantern facts from the lantern wiki for a maribat fic, I came across the blue lantern page. It says to recieve a blue lantern ring, the holder must have lost all their hope but be a source of hope for others. As soon as I read it I thought of Jason todd.

Picture it: Jason has just had his showdown with Bruce. He's just been trapped under rubble in a building explosion AGAIN and left for dead, (throat bleeding if you follow that canon). He's been rescued by Talia/ a kind bystander/dug himself out...got out somehow and healed/is healing up.

Now he knows Bruce doesn't want him back as he is and he has no plans for the future since his plans for the Big Showdown have been completed.

What should he do with his life? Bruce doesn't want him, won't accept his way of cleaning up Gotham, there's nothing and no one in Gotham for him anymore. Maybe he should have just stayed in the explosion and died again...

But then he meets a street kid he freed from a gang of traffickers and they thank him for rescuing them and their little sibling.

His gang of street kids he employed to spy on the bats for him have collaborated to make him a thank you card and they made matching red hoodies to show they're under his protection and working for him. They're so proud to be associated with Red Hood, their protector and big brother, the one who actually cares about them and used to be one of them. Maybe one day they'll be as well known and liked in Gotham as Hood! (Even if he's adamant they go to school and stay out of trouble so they don't have to become family-less vigilantes with at least four bounties on their heads.)

The working girls sent a delegation to check on him since they heard he was in the explosion from when he went against Bats face-to-face. The youngest (underage and Hood got her out of it, but she still stayed in touch with her friends and looked for Hood to pass on potentially useful info) broke down in tears when she saw he was in relatively good health and then they all started crying.

A grandma Hood helped take down her potential mugger gave him a hug and a batch of cookies almost as good as Alfred's. She had claimed him as her surrogate grandson since hers died in a brawl at Blackgate, and told him no less than a dozen times how glad she was that she hadn't lost her second grandson.

And so the people that Hood helped now helped him and showed him how much he had bettered their lives.

...And then a bright blue light appeared, floating in front of his face. "Welcome to the Blue Lantern Corps, Jason Todd of Earth."

...want a part two of blue lantern jason??

52 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

#2

Batfamily as Swifties: Headcanons

Jason is a huge Swiftie-- he loves the lyricism; it really appeals to his classic lit snob side. He especially vibes with Reputation era (LWYMMD anyone??)

His voice-mail is 100% "I'm sorry, the old Jason can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause he's dead."

(Bruce hates it but everyone else thinks it's funny)

Dick and Steph are Swifties thru and thru and proud of it.

The rest of the family are swifties too but in the closet and make fun of Dick and Steph for their obsession.

...Until one day they find Jason vibing to I Did Something Bad in his safe house, singing at the top of his lungs as he cooks.

He swears them to secrecy.

One day during a road trip Dick and Steph have control of the aux (Steph won a bet) and they only play Taylor Swift.

Bruce breaks first and belts out Love Story

Jason laughs at him

Until No Body, No Crime plays. He has it completely memorized.

Duke joined the Swiftie squad when he joined the family.

Damian was caught secretly grooving to I'm Only Me When I'm With You while he painted.

Cass just loves music and sings along to anything, but one of her favorite songs to freestyle ballet to is Enchanted.

Babs is a BLINK but a secret Swiftie. She is caught when she's helping with a case. Babs instantly recognizes the background audio.

"Hey, isn't that mad woman?"

Tim:...how do you know that?

Babs: ...I heard Dick play it??

Tim: You recognized it that fast?

He's skeptical but glad someone else said it before HE did. He's teased enough about his ___ obsession as it is.

Tim is outed by Jason, who unplugs his headphones when he falls asleep, trying to pull a prank. What happens is better than Jason hoped. Tim's phone connects to the Batcave bluetooth speakers. Red blares, startling Tim awake and he falls off his chair.

He tries to cover it up by saying it's for a case. Jason uses his superior height and weight to scroll thru Tim's music files while Tim tries to retrieve his phone. The largest folder is labeled "rachmanoff" so the family wont be suspicious but it's every single Taylor Swift song (Taylor's Version) in existence. His attempt at getting out of teasing is unsuccessful.

Now they all blast their favorite songs throughout the manor...luckily Alfred likes her music too!

63 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Masterlist 1: the works yet to be posted

Masterlist of all my finished fanfics!

Please let me know which one(s) intrigue you so I can settle on the one to type up next!

The ones with a title will be bolded, the rest left in chat font

DC

Batfam (🚫batcest🚫)

Family Sticks Together- Jason Defense Squad, Assemble!

Prince of Gotham, the Arkham Knight- I yell at Bruce's bad writing through Jason

Cryptid Batfam, Batfam Reveal to the JL

Doctor Jason AU, Best Mom Talia

Titans Tower AU, with a twist

The Best Bat (?)-Best Aunt Diana, Jason Gets His Own Life, minor Dr. Todd

Immortal Jason, Depressed/Suicidal Jason, angst/whump

Imagine Dragons- Dragon Batfam, (inspired by salparadiselost's dragon au)

Brother-Jay and Dami met In the League AU, Best Mom Talia, shenanigans

Whump Trilogy, (Jason 1st meeting AU, Tim 1st meeting AU, Jason & Tim hurt/comfort)

And yet Forgives the Butcher's Knife/the Bat that Flits at Close of Eve (AYFTBK/The Butcher's Knife)- JaySteph and Batfam crack and shenanigans

The Dark Knight of Gotham- Mafia Batfam AU/ character study (+ optional section of Daminette)

Damian al Ghul & his Mysterious Bodyguard- Jay & Dami bonding in the League, ID shenanigans

Vigilantes of Gotham: Part-time Models Edition- crack Batfam/JL reveal

Jason x OFC, ID shenanigans, crack?

Maribat

Shattered Glass & Shadowed Ghouls- Daminette, DCxMLBxMCU

Saga of the Robin and the Lady Bug- Daminette, Medieval AU

Vengeance of the Shadows-platonic Daminette/ twin AU, Lila Redemption

Jasonette Neighbour AU (Joker dies in it!!)

It's a Small World- Jasonette, bio-bro Tim, Mari knew everyone before she met them as Jason's fiancee

Jasonette, Good Mom Talia, Arranged Marriage AU, crack

The Lakes- Daminette, based off Taylor Swift's song the lakes

Kaos-Jasonette, kind-of Assassin Marinette

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64 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

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[reds-self-ships]

Random F/O headcanons - Dick Grayson

Always has his phone on dark mode

Does acrobatics when bored

Quite a good singer (in the shower)

Can and has slept in costume before (“What?!It’s comfy!”)

Can sit in any position (he’s bisexual) and he doesn’t find it uncomfortable at all.

Pizza connoisseur

With my other F/Os:

Deduction battles with him and Ranpo are a sight to see

Almost always the first to volunteer to test Von Herder’s gadgets in combat (the ones not intended to kill, that is)

Makes Joker jokes about Q (because green hair and ability name lining up, makes for good playful puns)

Don’t let him and Nikolai start a pun battle. They will not stop.

[reds-self-shipsafterdark]

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👋Welcome to my NS//FW side blog.

My name is Red, I'm 23, my pronouns are he/him and I'm gay for my F/Os who are also gay for each-other.

I romantically self-ship with:

ʀʏᴜɴᴏꜱᴜᴋᴇ ɴᴀʀᴜʜᴏᴅᴏ✨ (ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴏʀɴᴇʏ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇꜱ) - OTP: Red Dragon (husband—m. 12th of May 2021)

ᴋᴀᴢᴜᴍᴀ ᴀꜱᴏɢɪ⚔️ (ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴏʀɴᴇʏ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇꜱ) - OTP: Red Headband (boyfriend/partner)

ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ Q🃏 (ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ) - OTP: Red Joker (boyfriend/partner)

ᴄʜᴜʏᴀ ɴᴀᴋᴀʜᴀʀᴀ🍷 (ʙᴜɴɢᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ᴅᴏɢꜱ) - OTP: Red Wine (boyfriend/partner)

ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ ᴇᴅᴏɢᴀᴡᴀ🔍 (ʙᴜɴɢᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ᴅᴏɢꜱ) - OTP: Red Detective (boyfriend/partner)

ᴋɪʏᴏᴛᴀᴋᴀ "ʜᴏʟᴍᴇꜱ" ʏᴀɢᴀʜꜱʜɪʀᴀ⚱️(ʜᴏʟᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴋʏᴏᴛᴏ) - OTP: Red Vase (boyfriend/partner)

ᴢɪᴍᴇʟᴜ 🤖 (ɴᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴏᴀᴅꜱ) - OTP: Red Robot (boyfriend/partner)

ꜱᴇʙᴀꜱᴛɪᴀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ 🔫 (ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴏᴛ) - OTP: Red Rifle (boyfriend/partner)

ʀᴀɪᴢᴏ ᴋᴜʀɪᴍᴀ 🤺 (ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀ) - OTP: Red Revenger (boyfriend/partner)

ᴠᴏɴ ʜᴇʀᴅᴇʀ ⚙️ (ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴏᴛ) - OTP: Red Gun Freak (boyfriend/partner)

I don't feature my platonic F/Os here. But if you're still interested in them, a list of them is available on my Carrd down below.

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by Taxi_Cab_To_Slowtown “What do you want Dick?” she asked him. The feral grin that took over his face was somehow more terrifying than the last. Nightwing’s smirks and smiles had translated to something much darker, much more twisted, something totally and completely wrong. “I want Batman’s head mounted on a spike beside the Joker’s. I want to get revenge on all those who have wronged me. I want blood, Talia, and I want a lot of it.”  Words: 4967, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of A Different Death in the Family (Red Hood Dick AU), Part 153 of DCU One-shots, Part 66 of Taxi's Current OTP (Birdflash) Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood: Lost Days Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Talia al Ghul, Slade Wilson, League of Assassins Members (DCU), Various Trainers (Lost Days), Damian Wayne (Mentioned), Bruce Wayne (Mentioned), Cassandra Cain (Implied) Relationships: Talia al Ghul & Dick Grayson, Talia al Ghul/Dick Grayson (one sided), Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson (One Sided), Dick Grayson/Wally West, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: League of Assassins Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Not Nightwing, Dick Grayson Died Instead of Jason, Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne Met in the League of Assassins, Dick Grayson is Damian Wayne's Parent, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Lazaus Pit Mad Dick Grayson (DCU), Feral Dick Grayson, Murderer Dick Grayson, Pre-Red Hood Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson kills Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson Kills Talia al Ghul, Creepy Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson is Renegade, Killer Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is a Better Parent Than Bruce Wayne, no beta we die like dick grayson, Rape/Non-con Elements, no actually rape/non-con though, Romani Dick Grayson via https://ift.tt/ZwXmHQt

[masterofcults]

I posted 49 times in 2022

8 posts created (16%)

41 posts reblogged (84%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@retrogamingblog2

@sosuperawesome

@red-pananda

@cynnarose

@cyberdelph

I tagged 48 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#art - 16 posts

#fanart - 9 posts

#illustration - 7 posts

#the boys - 6 posts

#cartoon network - 5 posts

#powerpuff girls - 5 posts

#digital art - 5 posts

#homelander - 4 posts

#billy butcher - 3 posts

#gaming - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 103 characters

#for some reason i feel like i designed this house for a witch coven or something like that.. but cozy🌼

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Batman: the audio adventure is bringing me so much joy I didn’t know how much I need to hear the Riddler tell Batman to eat his ass all of the rogue gallery are such chaotic gays

8 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#4

I’m on episodes 9 now omg Penguins and Two Face wedding invitation was beautiful I love them but Nygmobblepot is still my otp

10 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#3

I didn’t know Batman the audio adventure was going to give me all the Lego Batman movie vide I didn’t know I was missing that’s the only way I can explain that last stand off. I just know the joker is crying on his bed eating ice cream after being broken up with on valentine day especially even though he put so much love in dedication into his gift.

18 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#2

They lost focus and had a consensual work place relationship

185 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

DHMIS is a found family that acts like a real dysfunctional family one that hate each other’s but sticks together because there family and I love that ❤️

680 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

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[unisex-muffin]

I should be asleep but instead I made this playlist.

It's official, Eddy and Harmony are my Splatoon OTP, so here's a playlist to commemorate it. (Below the Cut) Feel free to make it into a Spotify/YouTube/SoundCloud/whatever playlist.

Sam Cooke - Wonderful World

When In Rome - The Promise

Edison Lighthouse - Love Grows

Jack Stauber - Buttercup

SALES - Chinese New Year

They Might be Giants - Birdhouse in Your Soul

Barenaked Ladies - If I Has $1,000,000

Collective Soul - Shine

Yael Naim - New Soul

Sister Hazel - All For You

The Presidents of the United States of America - Peaches

Steve Miller Band - The Joker

The Expendables - Bowl For Two

Red Vox - In a Dream

Weird Al - Trapped in the Drive Through