#fae dick Grayson

[ghost-bxrd]

Do you have more fae!Dick headcanons, but from the batfam or his friends pov? 🥺

Check out this awesome post for a phenomenal addition to the Fae verse!

But in case you wanna stick with only Dick being fae, here’s some more headcanons for you, hehe ✨ I can never say no to doing more 👏

I don’t know enough about Dick’s friends to do a good pov for them, but here’s Bruce and Jason for now 💚

Bruce

Bruce knew something was other about Dick from the moment he started screaming when his parents fell and every single animal inside the circus went wild

Dick is a strange child. he never lies, but he’s got this uncanny ability to maneuver around the truth and make it bend to his will. It comes in handy during his Robin days, but Bruce will be the first to admit it creeps him out a bit. Even thinks that sound like a lie on surface level and up being truthful. To the letter.

Contracts. During their time as Batman and Robin, Bruce unknowingly enters into multiple little deals with Dick without being aware of it. Dick never takes advantage, but there’s one instance where Bruce finally realizes how important it is to leave absolutely no loopholes in orders or wordings when Dick nearly kills someone and it still falls into the terms of their agreement

The manor. Things have never been completely normal about the ancestral home, but with Dick around the walls seem to breathe. There’s always a light on behind some window even when it’s late and Alfred is long asleep. At night something scratches along the walls and the scent of rain and mushrooms lingers in the air. Neither Bruce or Alfred ever find its source. Hallways become long and winding when you’re half asleep. The walk to the restroom ends up being at least ten minutes.

Bruce yells at Dick and uses his full name for the first time and Dick just— folds. It’s not his true name, but he treats it as such. And Bruce is horrified at the way Dick’s entire form seems to warp and gain new joints and twist itself outside the human imagination. But then he blinks and it’s just Dick again, glaring balefully, hissing at Bruce not to use his name in anger. Ever. Bruce is too startled to do anything but promise he won’t.

Promises. Dick uses them sparingly, but when he does he upholds them with a vengeance. Bruce learns to never, ever make Dick promise something that will endanger him. Because dick would still follow through on it blindly.

Promises made by other people. Dick becomes vindictive if he thinks someone isn’t upholding their end of the bargain. The first time it happens, a simple thing about being home in time for dinner, Bruce got assaulted by rabid deer with curiously sharp teeth on his way to the car. In the middle of Gotham City. Bruce and Dick have a serious talk afterwards.

Jason

Dick is less than thrilled when Jason is declared Robin. Fae are possessive. That’s his name Bruce gave away. That’s his family Jason is infiltrating. Dick wants Jason gone. (Bruce barely manages to stop the murder of crows from shoving Jason off a roof)

Jason doesn’t realize there’s a pissed off fae out for blood. Bruce has a hard time rallying Dick, but he manages. Ergo; Jason thinks the manor is the best thing since sliced bread and he’s super excited about meeting Dick. He joins Alfred in making Dick’s favorite meal for his official visit and unknowingly ends up winning Dick over with it. An offering of favored food to fae creatures goes a long way in earning their favor. And Dick is no different. It helps that the food is genuinely delicious and Jason jumps at the chance to refill his plate. Jason unknowingly dodged a bullet there.

Dick becomes protective of Jason. Jason is his now in the same way Bruce and Alfred are. They’re human. He’s fae. They’re so very vulnerable and susceptible to injury and manipulation.

Jason avoids wandering the halls of Wayne manor alone for the longest time because he always feels there are eyes following him. (They are.)

The manor, reacting to Dick’s inherent magic, shortens each of Jason’s routes. It creeps Jason out even more

Sometimes there are feathers at the foot of Jason’s bed. He doesn’t know what kind of bird they could be from. When he shows them to Bruce the man just sighs

Jason has a temper tantrum and retreats into the woods behind the manor. He can’t find his way back until he calls out for Dick and suddenly the manor looms behind the next tree

[adhdslugcrimes]

Bruce: Robin is a fae, please don't take anything from him, don't give him your name, and I'm not liable if you get taken by the fae. *Leaves*

Everyone but kaldur and Wally: *nervous, especially zatanna*

Dick, holding a milkshake: here you go Walls.

Wally, about to grab it: thanks Rob— *zatanna slaps it out of his hands* hey!

Zatanna: didn't you just heard Batman!?

Wally: it doesn't apply to me I already gave him my name when I was six!

Zatanna: you gave the fae your name, at six!? And you took a gullible child's name

Wally: I wasn't gullible, he told me not to give him my name but I did because lore reasons!

Dick: it's true, I tried to warn him. *Gives Wally another milkshake*

Zatanna: what could have been so bad you gave ya name to a fae!

Wally, abused by his father so badly the stories of fae taking him didn't sound so bad: we don't have enough time to unpack all of that, *slurps milkshake*

[ijustthinkhesneat]

I feel compelled to expand upon the previous fae/folklore! Batboys headcanons:

-Bruce is just a straight up normal human. I think this provides a great opportunity for angst because unlike his immortal? children Bruce does age and it terrifies them. And Bruce is young he’s in his early 30s but like his knees will crack a little or his back is slightly stiff after a bad patrol and it just sends them into a spiral because they cannot fathom their dad not being around forever. I can definitely imagine them trying to strong arm Bruce into becoming some flavor of unaging. You could go super dark or just more generally emotional angst but damn the possibilities.

-Cass is giving me shadow person. Very cryptid of her. I’m not sure that I have a clear backstory for her worked out yet. Either magic gone wrong or she’s another flavor of undead like Jason and Tim. I like to imagine she just hovers over people at night to be creepy.

-Originally I wanted to say Duke was a Will-o-the-wisp. But I’m not really sure it fits, especially since he’s primarily active during the day. Then it hit me. Mothman. My lamplight boy is a moth creature. I like the idea of him hiding his little antenna under a beany and wearing sunglasses. The wings would be difficult. But my boy is creative.

- I think Steph and Barbara are also human like Bruce they just are extra bad ass.

-Coming back to life as a magical creature warps peoples memories and emotions from both the trauma and changing into something not human. Tim is significantly less effected than Jason, at least outwardly, because he was only a toddler when he died so he didn’t have many memories or experiences to draw from, but Jason was super volatile. His memories surrounding Willis became even more dark while his memories of his mother sort of glossed over her absentee parenting and drug use. Jason can’t help but struggle with associating the negative learned experience he had with his first paternal figure with Bruce. Jason ends up going to live with Talia for a while because he doesn’t want to feel that way about his dad anymore.

-Basically I think Jason, at least mentally, is the most human of Bruce’s kids besides Damian because he actually lived a life as a human, where as Tim changed so young that he doesn’t really know how to be anything but his extremely disturbing self.

-I think Gotham just has major ‘I do not see it’ energy. Like The Batfamily? Demons from hell. The Wayne’s? Hot neurodivergent people. Did you see Dick Grayson unhinge his jaw like a fucking snake at a gala? No you didn’t he just has a really big smile. Jason Todd??? Has scales??? Nope actually he just developed early onset Eczema and he’s really self conscious about it how dare you! Tim Drake sucking the blood of the himbo blonde boy? Everyone knows Tim and Bernard are total freaks. Cassandra Cain is your sleep paralysis demon? Honestly fair.

-It’s totally a coincidence that strange misfortune befalls anyone who threatens the Wayne’s!

-Clark is Bruce’s favorite man to sleep on so he gets a pass. I don’t know why but a midwestern spin on the story of princess kaguya lives in my head rent free. Like Martha Kent is just shucking corn and then boom baby in the corn. We call that children of the corn. I still love to imagine him being like so perfect that it’s high key alien, but his little sharp nails and fangies! Maybe even slightly pointy ears. And like Clark fully thinks he is human, like his parents don’t tell him humans can’t fly until he’s in kindergarten, and even then they just tell him he is special and learned super fast and shouldn’t embarrass the other kids and Clark is such a Good BoyTM that he just never uses his powers in public cause he doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. Like bro doesn’t learn he is adopted until he is about to go to college, he is just straight up clueless.

-Clark learns Dick is a Fae creature when Batman brings Robin to the Watchtower cause he couldn’t get a baby sitter and Alfred doing some spooky shit like dusting the mausoleum. Like Batman just slinking around but there is this super colorful child with him. And then Dick turns and smiles and it’s just so wrong, like his mouth just stretching his face like some horror movie shit. Clark almost shots himself cause like what the fuck. Bruce told Dick to just ‘be himself’ so like he just thinks he’s being friendly. Despite being creepy as all hell Clark kinda thinks Dick is super adorable. Like was he spider crawling around the floor with all his limbs bent the wrong way while Bruce and Clark were talking? Yeah but then he just tugged on Bruce’s cape to ask for a juice box, like that’s a baby.

-Jason freaked him out in a different way. Since Jason is undead he doesn’t have a heartbeat and doesn’t need to breath so when he isn’t moving he makes literally zero noise. When he first met Clark he was just watching him from around corners and behind stair banisters and Clark was convinced he was losing his mind and hallucinating the kid from the Grudge. Then Bruce is just like “Oh you met Jason! He’s so sweet, just a little shy. He’s my second oldest! I think he likes you though.” And then a little grey blue slightly webbed hand just reaches around the corner to give a little wave and boom Clark would kill for him.

-Tim is similar in that Clark has trouble pinpointing his location because of a lack of normal bodily functions, but Tim has no idea what a boundary is. So like at first he’s a shy little toddler and then that night he’s crawling all over Clark and pranking him nonstop.

-Damian is a baby but like Clark looked in his eyes and just felt like this infant could see his past present and future and was judging him heavily. Clark was relieved cause at least he had a heartbeat.

-Cass lives to fuck with Clark. She’s Jason’s age but not only has no heartbeat and doesn’t breath, when she is in shadow form he can’t see her with X-ray vision. She can literally make herself undetectable to Superman. He learns this one night sleeping in a guest room at the manor. He gets the feeling he is being watched but can’t find anyone. Then right when he relaxes her arm shoots out from the darkness under his bed and grabs his leg. Clark screams so loud it cracks the window. And then just nearly silent muffled laughter as the arm retreats into the darkness. He X-Ray visions but nothing is there. He demands to stay in Bruce’s room after that. Bruce is just like “Oh that was just Cass. She likes playing practical jokes, she is my little princess!”

[catpriciousmarjara]

DP X DC

Ao3

The Job Offer

"And why not you?", said the man. "You're intelligent, skilled, and adaptable. Most importantly, you're entertaining. That last part becomes very important when dealing with my kind".

A ring glinted in the dim light as he gestured with his hands. "Plus, there wouldn't be any danger in the first place! Our lot tend to stick to the Rules, you see? And not harming the messenger is most certainly a Rule".

A sip of coffee. Eyes filling with mirth.

"In the off chance that someone did take offence, all you have to do is amuse them for a while, and as I said, you're very good at that. But don't worry, they won't take offence".

Dick Grayson, attention still half focused on the vicious black claws on the man's hand, had to ask, "And why won't they?"

The man's pleasant smile didn't falter. But it did slowly morph into a grin with way too many teeth to be normal. The young vigilante had to suppress a shudder.

When the man?it spoke, the voice resonated. "Because you'll be one of mine. And they won't dare touch what's mine".

The teeth gleamed.

And just as abruptly as it shifted, the air changed, the pressure lifted, and the man was smiling once more.

Dick was left off-footed and tightly clutching the arms of his chair, his breath fogging in the still frigid air. He hadn’t even noticed the temperature dropping.

He looked at the man nonchalantly sitting across from him as if he hadn't just taken years off of Dick's life. The vigilante was not one to scare easily. Yet, mere moments ago, Dick had felt a fear so primal that it was maddening. It was not the kind of fear a human being could evoke, no matter how frightening their actions may be. Dick had seen the worst of Gotham, and Gotham was a cesspit on a good day. But he hadn't ever felt like this before today. If there was ever a question about the humanity of his companion before...well it was answered now.

To be honest, he couldn't quite recall how he got here in the first place. Everything was a blur.

No...not quite. His memories were alright, it's just that his mind couldn’t grasp them. 

And every second in this...space, had felt muted. As though he was lying beneath several layers of sheer fabric; he could somewhat feel things, see things, but his senses were muffled.

The spike of fear from before wasn't him breaking through as much as he was allowed to break through, and now he was safely back beneath the dampening cloud once more. It was almost comforting.

Dangerous.

Dick only remembered what had happened in bits and pieces. Being fired from Robin, the legacy he had forged for himself, named after his mother's love, and garbed in Grayson colours.

Being angry and distraught. Not knowing what to do.

It had taken him weeks to reorient himself. A month to gather his composure.

He vaguely recollected a cafe in Jump City. He had been sitting in a booth, contemplating his options...

Someone had sat right across from him, right?

He had looked up…

“Hello. May I sit here?”

“...Sure. Go ahead.”

“Daniel Nightingale.”

“...Richard Grayson.”

" I know. You shouldn’t give out your name so freely by the way. Also, could I have a bit of your time?"

"Um...yeah, sure?"

“Perfect!”

And the next thing he knew, he was Here.

Wherever here was.

(Why had he said yes then? He would never have done that normally.)

At first his mind had been adamant in believing that here was the very same cafe he had been sitting in. But Dick wasn't trained by the man known as the World's Greatest Detective for nothing. However, it had taken him an embarrassing few moments to start noticing the abnormalities.

For one thing, he had been sitting in a booth in a cafe, not at an ornate wooden table, much like the one in Bruce's home office. The only thing the cafe table and this one had in common was that they were both rectangular.

Secondly, their table was covered by a veil. A huge gauzy one hanging from above. But try as he might he couldn't see where it was hanging from, just a yawning darkness.

Finally, he could see shadows moving beyond the veil, and the more he looked, the more bizarre they became. And at one point, the shadows lost all pretence of humanity. They weren't even humanoid, let alone human.

He definitely wasn't in Jump City anymore.

It had taken him even longer to notice the man sitting across him. That he hadn’t left this Daniel Nightingale behind.

Wispy white hair.

"Ah! You noticed so quickly. You really are the perfect fit for the job!"

Green. green eyes.

"Apologies for the veiling. It's necessary however.., some things are not just meant for mortal eyes, you see. Without it, you might just go insane! We wouldn't want that now would we?"

Unnaturally pale skin.

"Enough dillydallying! But first, introductions. You may call me either Daniel or Nightingale. By what name would you prefer to be called?”

Something about that question made the ex-Robin’s hindbrain pay attention. The wording of it, the tone…

You shouldn’t give out your name so freely by the way.

Could I have a bit of your time?

Something had felt incredibly off, so he had gone ahead and given one of the alternate names he had been thinking of taking up now that Robin was over.

“You may call me Nightjar.”

Nightingale had looked incredibly pleased then. And a bit smug too.

“Let me cut to the chase then Nightjar. I’m here to offer you a job. You’re a perfect fit for the role. We offer excellent compensation, and flexible work hours. Considering you’re out of work now that you’ve been fired from Robin, I believe my offer would be interesting for you.”

For some reason, perhaps because of all the strange things that happened, the fact that Nightingale seemed to know his alter ego hadn’t surprised Dick. Instead of asking how he came to know about this particular information, including the fact that he got fired, he decided to keep the conversation rolling on this supposed job offer. He had an inkling that he won’t get anywhere even if he asked, so might as well mine some information by making the other man talk.

“What kind of job is it? And what exactly would be included in the compensation?”

In response the man had snapped his fingers, and produced a file out of nowhere. He opened it, turned it around and slid it across the table. Dick started. Nightingale made a go ahead gesture, a smile on his lips once more. Dick gingerly dragged it a bit closer, and took a look.

“As you can see Nightjar, the position being offered is that of a courier. Due to many reasons, delivery across the realms is a cumbersome affair, not the least due to political complications. The best system to lay down in this situation was to have an impartial party be in charge of the work. You can say that I am a representative of the aforementioned impartial party that took over the role. If you would turn a page over-

Dick had dutifully turned the page.

-you’d see that we offer great compensation. In addition to your salary, you’ll receive health insurance, life insurance, death insurance, medical insurance, dental, vision care insurance, paid vacation time, overtime pay, paid time-off, flexible time-off, paid medical leave, free medical care, maternity leave, paternity leave, all other forms of parental leave, a good retirement package, loan assistance, wellness programmes, child care assistance, regular bonuses, promotions, raises, accommodation, a provident fund, and a whole host of other benefits that are clearly listed on the page. And of course at the end right there is our offered starting salary, which is highly negotiable up to the amount listed right below it. Please take as much time as you need to read through them.”

To say Dick had been overwhelmed was an understatement. He hadn’t thought that this was going to be an actual, honest to God job offer. If anything he just thought the entire job thing was an excuse or prelude to something much worse. But as he parsed through the file, getting increasingly bewildered as the man rattled on, he had to admit that this really looked like a weird recruitment effort. And then his eyes had fallen on the salary figure, and the amount to which it could be negotiated upwards, and he froze. Because even for the ex-ward of a billionaire, it was a ludicrous number. He couldn’t even accurately count the zeros on the thing. Even Wayne Enterprises wouldn't be able to match a deal like this. 

At that thought Dick had felt a pang of pain as he remembered Bruce still hadn’t called him, or even made an attempt at apologising. There were no texts, no missives. Just radio silence. The pain in his chest increased and Dick had felt the ever returning feeling of being unmoored. He pushed those feelings to the furthest corners of his mind. He had to focus now.

Feeling marginally calmer, he had taken a deep breath and closed the file. He looked up at Nightingale who had been watching him avidly over the rim of a coffee cup which definitely wasn’t there before, and asked the most pertinent question.

“Why me?”

And now they are here.

Dick scoffed at the white haired being’s answer. Oh he didn’t doubt that it was the truth. By now he had somehow come to an understanding of how this worked. It was fae rules. Meaning he had to watch his mouth. Similarly Nightingale won’t lie, but he can certainly obfuscate.After all withholding information wasn’t technically a lie, especially if it was masked with a half-truth. In other words, Nightingale hadn’t lied, but that wasn’t all there is to it. And Dick wasn’t going to let it slide. 

“How am I supposed to believe you to be a good employer if you’re already lying?”, he asked outright. You know, like a reckless fool.

Nightingale’s pleasant smile instantly froze, and then it gained an edge. A sharp, lethal edge.

“I don’t lie”, the man said, a cold cadence to his voice.

Dick could feel the figurative whetted blade on his throat, but he pressed forward. This was the first time he had taken blood in this fiasco and he wasn’t going to concede just like that.

“Lying by omission, is still lying.”

Nightingale’s entire mien darkened, and frost spread across the table. Dick didn’t back off. 

There was silence. Suffocating silence. And then the vergals receded and Nightingale sat back with a satisfied air. Dick blinked in surprise.

“Good. You didn’t cower.”

Dick sat back on his own chair, his breath fogging in the still cold air. “Was that a test?”

Nightingale took another sip of his coffee. Was it even coffee? It looked like coffee, but who knows what anything is in this bizarre space. Certainly not Dick.

“It was a test. The position of a courier in this part of existence requires mettle, and a strong mind. You would be dealing with beings ranging from the divine to the demonic. I’m sure you know they are a stubborn lot. You’ll have to stand up to them often. Plus you would be representing Us. We can’t have an unprincipled, craven fool take the job can we now? So I had to test you. Congratulations! You passed with flying colours.”

Dick glared at the man. “I still haven’t agreed to anything. And you still haven’t told me why I was chosen.” 

Nightingale chuckled. It was an unnatural, but pleasant sound. “Aah you caught that. Very well then.”

He clasped his hands together and put them on the table, bringing Dick’s attention to the black, razor sharp claws once again, as well as to the extremely ominous ring he wore on his left hand’s little finger.

“You were chosen because you are a multiversal constant. This job requires much interdimensional, interuniversal travel, and a multiversal constant is ideal for the role. And before you ask, a multiversal constant is essentially someone whose soul acts as a consistent axis across worlds through indelible aspects of their existence. They are rare, and their axial quality makes multiversal travel easy for them.”

The white haired entity’s eyes shone in the dim light. “You are a multiversal constant Nightjar. Centred around your potential, And also, I know you will agree to do the job. So I’m not worried.”

Even as he struggled to process what was just revealed, Dick found the energy to scowl at the impishly grinning man. “And how would you know? What’s in it for me? All I’m seeing is a job, the benefits of which, doesn’t make up for how dangerous it is.”

“But you will accept it nonetheless”, replied Nightingale with an amused air. “Think about it. You’ve been fired from Robin but still intend to continue being a vigilante, and vigilantism is expensive work. Now that you don’t have the Wayne coffers to pull from, you would have to find alternate means to acquire resources. You’re brilliant and I have no doubt you will find those resources and do spectacularly under your new mantle. But that would take time. And calling in favours that could either be used somewhere else, or make you indebted to someone. The salary this job provides you will allow you to finance your quest for justice, and still have plenty leftover. Not to mention the other benefits, such as the free medical care provided by Us, people who will never question your injuries the way a normal hospital might, or put your civilian identity at risk like a back alley doctor.”

Nightingale’s verdant eyes stared a hole through Dick as he spoke. “You wanted to get out of Batman’s shadow. This is your chance, Nightjar.”

The young vigilante had to give it to Nightingale. The man sure knew how to pitch an offer. He found himself agreeing to most of what Nightingale said, especially the finances part but he still wasn’t going to agree to a job that would put him in the crosshairs of gods and demons. That was just monumentally stupid.

“You make good points”, Dick said as he slid the file sitting idle on his side to Nightingale. “But I’m still not gonna agree.”

Nightingale slid the file back over to him without missing a bit.

“If I thought you were the type to easily capitulate I wouldn’t have approached you in the first place,” the man said, not a single sign of ire at Dick’s repeated refusal in his voice. In fact he seemed rather glad Dick was being difficult.

“You want to know more about being a multiversal constant correct? That is not the kind of information you’ll find lying around on earth.”

A pitch black claw scraped across the table, but there was no noise, and the deep scratch left behind instantly stitched itself back together, the tabletop pristine once more.

“By now you must have a rudimentary idea of the world you are being invited into. You would not have called yourself Nightjar otherwise. You also know that this is not a world Batman has access to.”

The man pointed opened his right palm, still resting on the table, and brilliant emerald fire blazed to life on it. Something in Dick’s lizard brain told him this fire ran cold rather than hot.

“Magic and everything associated with it is not something the Dark Knight can handle by his usual methods. And magic is just one of the aspects of our Realm. An infinite more mysteries keep it company. This world is yours for the taking. No mortal would be able to access what you can and you would be able to help so many people.”

Blue eyes met green.

“This will set you apart from Batman once and for all. An identity that no one can take away from you at their whim. Just think of this as your day job, as being a CEO is for Bruce Wayne.”

Nightingale clasped one of Dick’s hands resting on the table and transferred the fire over to it. Dick stared as the flame danced merrily in his palm. It really was cold. By the time he had his wits about him, the fire had vanished. Nightingale had seemingly finished his coffee, as the cup was nowhere to be seen. 

Dick glanced at the white haired man who watched him calmly. Then he took the file and started reading through it. If he was going to take this job, he was going to make sure to read the fine print. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spy Nightingale’s gleaming, triumphant smile. Dick couldn’t help but feel annoyed. 

He didn’t know how much time it took for him to read the file completely. Time ran strangely in this space. What he did know was there was an ornate, silver pen right next to him, which definitely wasn’t there before. He had to roll his eyes at Nightingale's antics. 

Nonetheless he uncapped it, admiring the craftsmanship for a moment, and signed on the dotted line in his Alfred approved best cursive, bells, whistles, hoops and all. 

Nothing happened. Dick felt kinda disappointed. He had thought signing a magical contract with a possible fae creature would be a little less anti-climactic. Across from him, Nightingale chuckled as if he could read his mind. Could he?

He slid the file over once more, this time for last. Nightintingale just skimmed through before sliding over an envelope. 

“Your appointment letter”.

“You had that ready?”

“Of course.”

Dick snorted inelegantly at that. Obviously the man had foreseen how this would go. That should make him more wary than what he was feeling, but just as he had known the fire was cold before, he knew Nightingale wouldn’t harm him. Bruce would call him an idiot for this kind of illogical thinking, but Bruce wasn’t here now was he?

He was about to shove another medley of complicated emotions down, when Nightingale reached over and viciously ran a claw down his right arm. Blood spurted in a gruesome display and Dick scrambled back, chair falling down, and his body hitting the surprisingly sturdy veil.

“What was that about?”, he shouted as he clutched his bleeding arm to his chest. Just when he had thought the man didn’t mean him any harm…

Nightingale had the audacity to look nonplussed. He simply brought his palms up as if to show he meant no harm, but it was a moot point when one of his claws was dripping with Dick’s blood.

“Just testing something”, the man said calmly.

“Testing what?’, Dick asked angry and confused.

In response, Nightingale simply pointed to his arm.

“What? Testing whether your claws could tear me apar-”

He stopped short. There, before his eyes, the flesh of his arm was knitting itself together. In mere moments, the wound was gone, not even a scar where it should be. Dick was reminded of the table from before. What just happened?

“What did you do to me?”, he asked, voice soft, and emotionless. 

“Don’t worry. It's your compensation. Part of your medical aid.”

He waved his hand, and the blood vanished. “Do sit down, Nightjar. Lets order something to eat.”

Robotically Dick walked to the table once more. The upturned chair was somehow rightened, already pulled out as if waiting for him.

“That was a healing factor”, he said rather than asked.

Nightingale nodded unbothered. “Yes, you’ll be needing that in your line of work.”

The veil opened and admitted a two-headed woman in, carrying trays of food in her four arms.

When she left, Nightingale eagerly took up his cutlery, looking excitedly at what looked like a luminescent crepe. He glanced at a shell-shocked Dick and frowned.

“Please eat. It's safe to consume, now that you’re one of us. If you’re worrying about your job, don’t. You have been assigned an excellent mentor in Harker. The White Grim will train you well.”

With that, he dug in, clearly enjoying his glowing crepe.

Dick just stared at the man, at his no longer injured arm, and sighed. Might as well eat. He hadn’t gotten to eat anything at the cafe and was beginning to feel hungry.

He scooped a spoonful from what seemed like an overly fancy bowl of cereal.

One of them huh?

He took a bite.

[esfordays]

Little bit of fae!Dick

[mlim8]

JAYDICK ART DUMP 2 ------- [PART 1]

AKA people mentioned things in (mostly) the JD group chat and I drew them lol - and then I went back and made some of them nicer last night uwu

1) May 2021 - Xan said “thinking about the boys as FF classes” and Hex said “Dick as miqo’te and Jason as his tall bunny lad” lol I went back and realized that it was suppose to be Jason in Fran’s armour - I’m sorrryyyy I didn’t realize that’s what my ugly doodle was suppose to originally be lmaooooo he’s in like... super basic amour now lol

2) Mar 2022 - Wanted to play around with 3D models and tried to explain how I use them to @horseyw lol and so Bombshells!Dick came about

3) Aug 2022 - @elwon mentioned bunny/lingerie!Dick sitting in Jason’s lap but I’m only good for chibis

4) Oct 2021 - AJ said this would be a good JD couple Halloween costume idea lmao 

5) Dec 2021 - Fae Dick after a song that @nerd-by-definition shared with me

6+7) April 2021 - Grease!AU Jaydick after @epistemologys and @nerd-by-definition were talking about it and Dick in a poodle skirt lol ;w;

EDIT: LMAO I ALWAYS FORGET TO DO THIS, THANK YOU @starstruck4moony I HAVE MERCH LOL 

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Run Faerie Far Away, Pt 2

Summary: Jason gets adopted by the fae (officially)

Pt1

Choosing to live didn’t make it much easier.

His dad was thrown into jail. It turned out that working all those long hours just meant more chances to get caught. When put that way, it really was just tempting fate to keep working in the way that Jason’s dad was, it was inevitable that it would all catch up to him at some point.

Which left Jason alone, in an empty house.

They had tried to throw him into a children’s home, but Jason left. Again and again, sneaking out every day until, eventually, they tired of trying to bring him back.

He was allowed to stay in his old home, at least until winter passed and it became less of a death sentence to force someone to stay outside. A child on their own was still a death sentence, of course, but one you could chalk up to being the kid’s fault if you were deep enough in denial. One that was less direct than throwing a kid into the snow.

Instead, Jason was left to starve.

He was a resourceful kid.

But he was still, above all, a kid.

There wasn’t much a kid could do to help out around town for free meals, especially not during winter. Especially not anything that wouldn’t burn more energy than he would manage to get from the meager meals he earned. Especially not when the cold seeped into his thin jacket and pants and forced him to shiver away any and all of the life he had within the hour.

He considered, briefly, going back to the children’s home… he could suck it up and let his pride go and show up on their doorstep, begging for food and a place to live that wasn’t quite so drafty, quite so empty.

But there was a reason he had left. It was the same reason why he had watched on wordlessly as his father got arrested. He was done with that life, would always avoid it to the best of his abilities, and if he had to run away every day, until the people around him finally got the point, then so be it. He would rather starve to death than have an adult stand over him with a raised hand again. At least this way he would be able to have some kind of control over whether or not he lived to see the next day. At least he didn’t have to walk on eggshells. At least he didn’t have to wonder whether or not this would be the day they snapped and finally went too far.

No, he would know, and there was something relieving about that. About getting to choose, even if the choice was terrible.

So, when his stomach grumbled and his pantry was empty of things to satiate it, he took his fate into his own hands for the second time in his life. He shrugged on his jacket and snatched up the basket and snuck out under the cover of night, as he had so many months prior.

The hole in the fence was larger this time. Jason didn’t even have to try all that hard to slip through. Silently, he thanked whatever animal for sneaking in, because his life was made much easier.

The path through the woods was different, this time. Less crowded, in that the trees and large stumps that had once made for a tricky trek were gone, making it easy to walk. The plants, however, continued their efforts to spill out into the path, their leaves just barely brushing against Jason’s pantlegs as he made his way through the brush. He hadn’t noticed it the first time around, for the outside world hadn’t been quite as different, but now that it was the middle of winter he realized just how much warmer the woods were. His eyes caught on berry bushes that shouldn’t have been bearing fruit at this time of year.

It was all unnatural, but it was inviting.

Perhaps that was just how the fae were.

Jason hugged his basket close to himself, doing his best to ignore the food that grew oh-so-innocently from every tree and bush. It looked amazing, and he knew that all it would take to grab something was a simple flex of his fingers (for everything was well within reach), but he wasn’t going to risk it. It was possible that things simply grew better while around the faerie because they were more in tune with nature, but that was mere speculation. He wasn’t going to eat possible fae food on a guess.

He stilled his stomach by reminding himself that, no matter what, the problem would be solved soon.

He pressed onward, his breathing carefully even. He wasn’t sure whether the fae were watching him – perhaps they had noticed him the moment he had entered the forest, perhaps it was more complicated than that – but he didn’t want to let on just how desperate he was. Being desperate meant you could be taken advantage of, and Jason wasn’t intent on losing.

His knuckles were white on the handles of his basket regardless.

The clearing, unlike last time, didn’t hesitate to appear for him. He saw it coming from a metaphorical mile away, and he breathed a tiny sigh of relief. At least, this time, he (probably) wouldn’t be jumpscared.

As if to agree with that fact, a faerie stood in plain view. It leaned against something that didn’t exist from its spot in the middle of the mushroom circle, as if waiting for him. They weren’t any of the ones that he had seen already, but they seemed to be of a similar species. Large bat wings were wrapped around itself like a cloak, warding off a chill that wasn’t there. He carefully ran his fingers through his hair, tugging out tiny flowers knotted in the black locks, and setting them carefully in bulging pants pockets.

Jason smiled nervously as he approached the faerie.

It gave a smile in return – a small one, lips still pressed into a thin line.

“What brings you here, little one?” They asked, pausing in their attempts to get an almost impossible number of flowers out of their hair.

Jason hesitated. “Not going to say hello?”

The faerie blinked a few times before smiling. A little wider this time, in a way that showed off sharp teeth. “I could if you wish. I find that humans don’t typically do that, though. Especially not the children.”

He frowned a little. He had kind of been hoping to make it apologize for being impolite. He had wanted to see if he could form that weird debt bond that he had accidentally made with Robin before, if in the opposite direction. Of course, it probably should have been expected that he didn’t faze it. Unlike the two he had met before, which were both visibly young, this one felt old. There was something in the way he looked at him that made Jason wonder just how much he had seen.

But he wasn’t going to admit that to its face. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders. “I guess it’s fine.”

The faerie sighed lightly. “Well, now that that’s out of the way, you never did say why you came here…”

Jason nodded slowly. “I…” His stomach growled, and his face burned red as he hugged his stomach. The word ‘sorry’ hung on the tip of his tongue, and he snapped his mouth closed with a quiet click to keep it from escaping.

“I suppose that answers that question,” the faerie said, bringing a hand up to its mouth in an attempt to stifle the quiet snickers threatening to escape it. Their shoulders visibly shook with laughter, though.

Jason smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. I was hoping that I could get one of you guys to feed me.”

“I could make sure you’re never hungry again,” the fae said easily.

And Jason was sure that it could, but he wasn’t all that fond of the idea of immediately giving himself up to the fae. Or dying. Both were viable interpretations of the sentence.

“How about a game, instead?” Jason asked, thinking fast, remembering the first time he had gotten food from a faerie. “One of my choosing?”

The fae’s eyes seemed to twinkle with little stars. “Oh? A game? What are the terms?”

“If I win, I get to go home with one week’s worth of food – safe, normal, human food – and, if you win, you get to take me away like you like to do.”

The fae beamed. “Sounds fun. What game would you like to play?”

Jason grinned widely. “Pretend!”

“... pretend?”

“Mhmm! First one to get fake killed loses! Starting now!” Jason made fake guns with his fingers and ‘shot’ the man before he could react. “Pew pew. I win!”

The faerie looked at him with the most visibly shocked expression Jason had ever seen. Raised eyebrows, lips parted just slightly, eyes unblinking. But it was this way to an unnatural degree. It was such a perfect expression of surprise that it felt fake. And there were no minute muscle movements, no slight wrinkle of his nose or fluttering lashes. It was genuine, of that Jason was almost entirely sure, but it was still inhuman in a way that was difficult to describe.

Not that that was what was making sweat bead itself on his forehead.

Jason tried to keep his confident grin in place despite the nerves creeping up the back of his throat like bile. This entire plan hinged on the hope that the faerie wouldn’t interpret this as an insult and kill him.

The faerie finally snapped out of it enough to splutter. “Well, that wasn’t fair!”

“I told you the rules,” Jason said, careful not to sound too relieved that he hadn’t been smited on the spot. Maybe he came off as cocky instead, but what was done was done. “Technically, you also had a chance.”

He got a blank stare for another few, painfully long moments.

And then the faerie chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, fine, you got me.”

The basket was jerked out of Jason’s hands and his eyes widened as he watched the grass carry it over to the faerie.

He watched as it stepped out of the circle like it wasn’t there at all. Jason frowned confusedly. “Aren’t you guys supposed to be trapped in those?” He asked, pointing down at the ring. And then he remembered that pointing was impolite, and quickly changed to a vague gesture. He wasn’t sure if the mushroom ring would get mad at him, but damn if he wasn’t going to make sure that it had no reason to.

The faerie glanced over and smiled. “No. It’s best to stay in them, as that’s where our magic is strongest and we can get back to our realm easiest from there… it’s the safest place for faerie to be, but there’s nothing actually forcing us to stay there.”

Jason frowned. “The ‘safest place for a faerie to be’? Aren’t you guys immortal?”

“Do you think that the fence around your village is made of iron for fun? That the knife hidden in your waistband is of the same material by coincidence?”

He pressed his lips together thinly. He had, in all honesty. But he wasn’t all that fond of the idea of admitting as such to the faerie, who was speaking in a tone that made it clear they thought it was all obvious. And maybe it was. After all, faerie were said to be far more powerful than humans, and if Jason had been able to climb the fence then so could they. There had to be some reason why the people that had built it had thought it would at least give the faerie pause.

… wait…

“How did you know that I had a knife –?”

Jason turned around and found the fae was already gone.

He sighed and shook his head. Right. Faerie are weird. And they, apparently, have a thing for appearing and disappearing randomly. How could he have ever forgotten?

He sat down in the grass with a deep groan. If this was going to become a consistent thing (which he was pretty sure it would, seeing as he had only bartered for food for one week, and it was going to be just as difficult to get food next week) then he was definitely going to start bringing a book to events like this.

Though, as he watched the stars above him wink through the branches, he wondered, absently, whether it really was taking as long as he thought. He could swear that he could see the moon sliding its way across the sky. Did time move faster here?

He supposed it wasn’t the kind of thing that he would be able to ever confirm. Perhaps he could take a watch into the forest and see if it was affected, but he wasn’t sure about it. What if the watch simply broke? That seemed like the kind of thing that would happen.

Jason turned over in the grass. His eyebrows furrowed just slightly. If it didn’t break, then would it follow the strange time of the forest or would it continue to move at the snail’s pace that the human world always went? How would that feel? Watching the seconds tick by ever-so-slowly, letting time slip by without him being there to enjoy the life he was supposed to live? How long could he stay here without eating? Would he get hungry and tired at the rate of someone living in the normal world, or could he go theoretical days without eating?

Before he knew it, his eyes were drifting shut. This really was taking a while…

He would just sleep for a few minutes…

A featherlight touch on his arm jolted him awake. His head jerked up to find the faerie looming over him. It looked at him with wide eyes, the hand it had been using to drape a coat over him still hanging in midair.

He scrambled backward, uncaring of the grass stains that were certainly going to be on the back of his pants tomorrow, nerves eating at him. Jason pressed a hand to his chest, trying to remind it to beat at its normal pace. The coat gave him all of the context he needed, the faerie was just trying to be kind, but that didn’t stop his breath from coming out in frantic little wheezes.

The faerie carefully set the basket overflowing with food in the grass and held up a hand in a way that was clearly supposed to be placating, but Jason eyed the hand like it had personally killed his mother, and the fae backed off.

Jason curled up in the grass, his eyes squeezed together tightly. His heart pounded in his chest, but thinking about it only made it speed up even more, and he was sure that he would pass out soon if he couldn’t relax.

He gritted his teeth. He hated adrenaline sometimes. Sure, it was supposed to help you accomplish amazing feats you wouldn’t otherwise be able, but it wasn’t helping him right now. In fact, he was pretty sure that it was trying to kill him.

“Did you know that fae don’t have genitalia?”

Jason’s head jerked up to look at the faerie. “What the fuck?” He rasped.

“I read somewhere that shocking people can sometimes snap them out of a panic,” the faerie said, smiling weakly. “Are you feeling any better?”

The air was unnaturally still as he waited for the panic to subside. As if the very world around him was scared that he might break under the pressure of a single breeze.

Slowly, his shoulders untensed.

He took a deep breath. It hurt a little, but at least he didn’t feel like there were invisible hands pressing against his windpipe anymore. An improvement.

“I guess.”

He blinked a few times to clear the tears that had pricked at the corners of his eyes. The world was duller in color than he remembered it being, and exhaustion threatened to pull him right back to sleep.

“So… how do you have kids, then?” Jason asked, deciding that he might as well ask. Maybe, if the answer horrified him enough, he would calm down for real.

“Steal them, usually,” it said, shrugging.

Jason sputtered.

“Or making them,” the faerie added quickly, clearly trying to brush past that can of worms.

Jason was not willing to do so. He was going to open that can of worms and unpack it to the best of his abilities. “You’re telling me all those stories about kids getting stolen are actually you guys just trying to repopulate?!”

Their mouth dropped open in offense. “I have no concerns about repopulating. I adopted those kids entirely because I was fond of them!”

“Didn’t you use the death of one of their parents as a way to lure them in?”

The faerie hesitated. “Well, technically, he came to me.”

“Oh my god,” Jason said, shaking his head. “That’s so fucked.”

And yet a tiny, amused grin was making its way across his face. The faerie’s halfhearted attempts of defending itself were amusing in a ‘what the fuck’ kind of way. And he couldn’t really bring himself to be mad when even the faerie seemed to understand that it was a strange habit – after all, it was what they had chosen to throw him off.

Besides, he felt a little wave of warmth run through him as he realized just how hard the faerie had tried to calm him down.

It was quickly replaced by a wave of horror.

“Do I owe you for helping me?” He asked.

The faerie looked mildly surprised. But then it shook its head. “No. I did that for myself, too. Seeing you freak out was… not fun.”

Jason squinted suspiciously, trying to find the trick in their words. But it had directly said that he didn’t owe it, so…

He breathed a tiny sigh of relief.

His eyes drifted to the sky, and he found that it was starting to lighten.

Right. The very thing that had started this.

At least he had an answer now: his body still reacted at about the rate it would in the human world, he was exhausted despite the fact that he couldn’t have been out for more than an hour or two.

He made himself stand despite his exhaustion. His legs trembled beneath his weight, but he ignored them. He would deal with all of that when he got home.

“I appreciate all of this,” he croaked, grabbing the basket with shaking hands.

“Would you like some water, as well…?” The faerie said, still a good few feet away, eyeing him like he was an animal that was preparing to bolt.

To be fair, Jason just might have if he wasn’t so scared of coming off as rude.

He shook his head. “Don’t have a Deal for that.”

It hesitated for just a moment, looking like it very much wanted to say something, before it decided against it. “Then you’re free to go.”

“See you in a week,” Jason muttered under his breath. He headed out, trying to ignore the sharp eyes boreing into the back of his head.

And, indeed, it became a weekly thing.

Once a week, he would leave the village in the middle of the night to see the faerie. They said that he should call him ‘B’ or ‘Batman’, but Jason would much rather call him ‘Old Man’. The faerie in question had laughed a little at the moniker, stated that it wasn’t all that incorrect, and then had motioned for them to start their weekly game.

It wasn’t a fair game, not really.

You can’t beat a kid at a game of pretend.

Not that Old Man often found himself reacting in time to ‘shoot’ Jason first. He couldn’t say anything that was distinctly untrue, which meant that Jason could tell ahead of time when he was about to do something. After all, he would have to shove in the word “pretend” or “mime” or any other synonym before he said that he was shooting him.

That doesn’t mean that Jason never got ‘shot’, he was very much capable of being taken by surprise, he just never lost.

“I was actually wearing armor,” he had told Old Man one time, before shooting him point-blank in the face.

And he could have used that excuse for all of the other times he was shot, but where was the fun in that? Jason delighted in coming up with new, completely bullshit ways to ‘survive’ Old Man’s attacks. Maybe it was just a rush of satisfaction, winning was always good, but it might have also been the tiny, indescribable sense of warmness he got when Old Man gave him this specific, proud little smile he sometimes wore.

So, every time he came up with something new:

“I used a mirror to deflect your rays.”

The faerie raised his eyebrows skeptically. “I didn’t see you make a motion to block it.”

“It’s a big mirror,” Jason said, giving a mock pitying look. As he shot him.

Old Man was getting wise, though, so he said: “I have pretend-armor.”

Unluckily for him, Jason was far better at this than he could ever hope to be. He would have never survived this long if he hadn’t had the ability to improvise.

“Actually, I used a gun that is specifically made to pierce through armor.”

Old Man seemed perturbed by the very thought, but they had allowed Jason to have the win.

That time.

Another time, Jason had gotten shot, and was quick to tell them some unfortunate news:

“I had a totem of undying.”

It paused. “I don’t know what that is.”

“It means I can’t die.”

“HOW?!”

Jason grinned and ‘shot’ the fae. “Because I win!”

And so, that was how it went. For months on end, Jason would stop by for food once a week. He knew that the townsfolk were suspicious – it wasn’t particularly an easy thing to hide, that he was surviving far longer than he should have been without any people at home to sustain him – but he couldn’t bring himself to care. They certainly didn’t care, if they were willing to allow him to starve just because his biological father was a terrible person. As long as they weren’t trying to stop him from going, it was none of his concern.

So, a routine developed.

And then a routine was broken.

Jason was just about to take his basket and leave, as he usually did, when he noticed a hesitant look on Old Man’s face.

“What’s up?” He asked, pausing in his futile attempts to zip up his windbreaker with one hand.

Old Man smiled nervously. “I’d like to do another Game.”

Jason raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Our usual rules, but instead of food I want to change your end to give you a coat.”

He started to point a finger gun at him, already prepared to win this thing, but the fae held up his hands quickly. “Different Game.”

Jason backed up a wary half-step, his eyebrows shooting into his hair. He wasn’t really scared of the faerie anymore, couldn’t bring himself to be when the man had gushed about his kids to him for hours on end on multiple occasions, but he was still a little wary. Understandably. Even the faerie admitted to his ‘adoption habit’. Jason wasn’t all that interested in having a dad at the moment, considering the last one had been awful.

“What kind of game?”

“If you win the approval of my kids, you get a coat. If not, you come home with me.”

Jason’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “That sounds… counterintuitive.”

.The faerie shrugged.

And Jason… Jason gave himself a minute to think it over.

He had some money saved up. Despite his late-night escapades, he hadn’t abandoned his daytime life entirely. He had been doing odd jobs around town, saving up for a good coat, for quite a while now. He would be very happy to use that money on things he actually cared about instead. Like books. Or some kind of variety in his diet.

And… from what he had heard, Old Man’s kids were lovely. If anything, this was all very much skewed in his favor.

Even more so than Old Man seemed to know. Jason was pretty sure that the two kids he talked about so highly were those two faeries he had met the first time he had gone into the forest.

So, he gave a careful nod.

Instantly, two people appeared out of thin air within the ring. The pair were half behind their father, their heads poking out on either side.

“So, this is the new kid,” said Oracle, smiling pleasantly.

“Still can’t believe you managed to find a new kid to imprint on, B.”

Old Man pouted. Which is a sentence that should have never been strung together.

“We were gone for a month,” Robin said.

“Speak for yourself, I was only gone for a week,” said Oracle, shaking her head.

“I’m just that lovable,” Jason deadpanned. And then he waved. “Hi Oracle. Hi Robin.”

Their smiles lessened just slightly and they gave him identically confused looks. The pair disappeared behind Old Man to whisper, and Jason’s face flushed. Did they not remember him? That was… well, he understood, they had only talked once and these people were over a hundred years old, according to the stories, it made sense that they might not remember. Still, it was embarrassing to remember someone that doesn’t remember you.

“I don’t think I remember you. Can I have your name?” Robin asked, eventually, his eyebrows drawn upwards in confusion.

And he’d sounded so genuinely sheepish and hopeful that Jason almost gave it to him.

Instead, he gave a quiet “Uh.” and clicked his mouth closed so he could glare with maximum effectiveness.

Robin gave a tiny laugh. “Right, sorry, it was worth a shot… but, seriously… I don’t think I remember you?”

Jason avoided his eyes, a blush beginning to creep up his neck. His gaze caught on the brilliant wings on Robin’s back. They were a strange ombre, going from red at the tips to yellow to green at the shoulderblades… which, he admitted, made the blue of his shirt work better with the brilliant reds and yellows he adorned himself in, but Jason would still put the whole ensemble in the pile labeled ‘Fashion DONTS’.

“Nice to see that you don’t have those socks on your back anymore, Robin,” he tried.

Robin jolted. He swung around Old Man to look at him again and gasped. “Oh shit. Oracle, it’s that kid from a while back. Remember, the one that I played chess with and had to give food?”

Oracle’s eyebrows knit together for just a moment before she, too, gave a quick intake of breath. “Right. The one that summoned me on complete accident.”

Old Man’s eyes widened just slightly in recognition. Jason didn’t know how to feel about the fact that, apparently, all three of them talked about him enough at home for him to be recognized that easily.

“You look so different now! How old are you? You’re all grown up!”

Jason frowned. “It’s… only been a year.”

Robin and Oracle exchanged another confused look.

Oracle looked back at him, her mouth opening to ask something. And then her eyes widened. She leaned closer to Jason, so much so that he was very tempted to back up.

“Oh… you were claimed by Talia,” she said.

Instantly, the other two started leaning forward as well. Jason was not sure why these faeries didn’t know about personal space, but he was curious, too, so they let him examine his face. Jason hadn’t noticed anything off himself, but something settled in their expressions and he realized that something was wrong.

“It’s your eyes that give you away,” Old Man said eventually, his lips pulled into a grim line. “They have a green sheen to them. That’s her trademark.”

Jason frowned.

A mirror appeared in Robin’s hand and Jason snatched it up instantly, leaning close to peer at himself. He had never much cared for his reflection, never bothered to look into it all that often, and now he found that he couldn’t fully recognize himself. His nose was more upturned, his skin more tan, and his hair was streaked with white. He looked great, honestly, he rather liked the look, but it wasn’t right. He had once looked exactly like a young version of his father, and yet now he could pass for little more than a distant relative of the man.

And, as he peered into his own eyes, he saw what the faeries had noticed: they glimmered with a thin green sheen that only just caught the light at certain angles. Impossible to notice if you hadn’t known to look for it, but definitely there.

And then he remembered those hypnotic green eyes he had seen so long ago.

“Oh,” he breathed.

Robin’s expression dimmed even more. “It’s true?”

Jason handed the mirror back over wordlessly, which was an answer in itself.

Oracle grimaced. “Uh… so… there’s really no nice way to ask this…” She got a few glares from her family, but she continued on nonetheless: “She helps her father rule the In-Between, and people on the verge of death are their domain… is there any chance that you found her in the same way you found us?”

Jason wanted to lie but, from the look on the three’s faces, they already knew. So, however hesitantly, he nodded.

The faeries flinched in unison.

Jason’s eyes found their way to the ground.

“At least you’re okay,” Oracle decided, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder. It was a comforting weight. He leaned into it a little.

Robin nodded. “Though, I guess, this means that we can’t take this one,” he said, sounding like he had been denied an ice cream cone and was going to throw a fit about it the moment Jason was out of sight. “Man, I really did want a little brother.”

“Uh, for the record, I wasn’t intending on becoming a part of the family.”

Oracle snorted. “Oh, so you just gambled your life over and over again for fun?” She said incredulously.

Jason… didn’t have much of a rebuttal for that.

“But,” Robin said, frowning a little. “I guess you’re Talia’s.”

He spat the name like it was a curse. Jason wasn’t sure this boded well for him.

“It… makes things more complicated,” Old Man admitted.

“B. You can’t cause an international incident over a kid,” Oracle said, sounding somewhere between exasperated and fond.

Old Man looked petulant. “Watch me.”

“A would kill you,” Oracle said.

Jason wasn’t sure who this ‘A’ was but, apparently, he was terrifying because he was pretty sure Old Man went a shade paler. Which wasn’t possible for a faerie, especially not one as pale as he already was.

“I mean… I could always do that thing mortals do. ‘Split custody’, or whatever?” He tried, sounding unsure.

Oracle tipped her head to the side consideringly.

“But then we have to see her,” complained Robin.

Old Man shook his head exasperatedly. “She’s not a bad person, Robin. You two have to stop fighting over nothing eventually.”

Robin looked like they were going to spend the rest of their very long life hating Talia, but sure.

Old Man gave a long-suffering sigh, before turning back to Jason. “We’ll figure it out. It’s unfortunate that our little get-together went this way, but it seems you’re already acquainted with these two anyways.”

“It was enlightening, at least,” Jason said. He had a complicated array of emotions and thoughts that he was going to start sorting through when he got home but, for now, he decided to let himself relax and say goodbye to the strange three faeries.

Oracle gave a little laugh and patted him on top of the head. “I’m sure it was.”

Jason smirked and waved as she disappeared.

Robin was next to go back to wherever their home was. They ruffled Jason’s hair roughly, and Jason yelped out a string of curses, but Robin was gone before he could do anything about it.

And then Old Man started to head back to his faerie circle.

“Wait, you forgot something,” Jason said.

It paused, his eyebrows raised.

“My coat. Pay up, Old Man.”

And, despite himself, Old Man gave a tiny smile.

~

A new routine developed. He continued to force Old Man to play a game he was always destined to lose, that didn’t change, but now the long waits that took place while Old Man scrounged the forest for human food were made more enjoyable by the two faerie children that hung out with him.

Even ‘Talia’ started showing up from time to time. Despite Robin’s insistence that she was ‘the devil incarnate’ or whatever, she was rather nice. And she had a couple of pet tigers, so Jason was very interested in everything she had to say.

It was nice.

Nice things never lasted.

His father got out of jail.

Which should have been a good thing. Jason no longer needed to gamble for his life once a week.

But his father was his father.

Jason was honestly surprised it took so long for the man to snap. Between the altered appearance making Jason look more and more like a child borne out of infidelity and the messy house his father had come home to (because Jason was, above all else, a boy)... really, it had been inevitable that something would happen.

Jason was running.

His breath came in labored wheezes that steamed in the cold, winter air as he sprinted toward the hole in the fence. His father was running after him at top speed but, thanks to the man’s time in jail, the man wasn’t nearly as used to the terrain as Jason was and kept slipping and tripping over things he couldn’t see in the hard-packed snow.

Jason slipped under the hole in the fence, once again thanking whatever was watching him that something had slipped through – Talia, not an animal, had broken the fence when she had met him the first time. The hole wasn’t large enough for his father to squeeze through, and Jason was allowed to disappear into the relative safety of the woods.

Footsteps thundered behind him as he darted between the trees, gaining on him far faster than he would like. Branches whipped at the man, but he barreled right through them, adrenaline carrying him. Jason would repeat his opinion that he hated adrenaline sometimes, but it was the only reason he was able to keep running so he rather liked it at the moment.

He couldn’t keep running forever, though.

Jason reached the clearing, and he almost cried out in joy.

“Dick! Barbara!” He screamed instead. It was a wild guess, an assumption based on the things he had been told over the short life that was about to be cut even shorter, but he was rewarded by two faerie children popping into existence.

They looked like they had been summoned right out of bed, clad in pajamas and rubbing sleepy eyes, but they snapped to attention when their eyes landed on Jason’s father, sprinting up the path and shouting curses.

The man stopped cold when he saw the two fae.

A hand wrapped around Jason’s wrist and he was dragged into Robin (into Dick Grayson). A wing was wrapped around him, pleasant and warm and safe, and Jason gave a hesitant smile.

“What��re you doing?” Oracle (Barbara Gordon) said, her tone pleasant and yet dripping with venom.

“Jason,” his father ignored him. The two faeries stiffened just slightly at the name, but the man either didn’t notice or didn’t care. “Let’s go home, okay?”

Jason slowly turned to wrap his arms around Dick. The faerie had his name, now, his choice in the matter didn’t matter. The jig was up. But he had their names, too, so maybe it canceled out.

“Maybe I’d rather be here,” Jason said. And maybe he did. Maybe, after all of these months, he had learned to rather like the fae that had become such a large part of his life. He didn’t completely trust them, but he didn’t trust his father, either.

At least they hadn’t hurt him yet.

“They’re fae,” his father said, as if he didn’t already know.

“They’re nice.”

“Of course they’re nice, they’re fae, that’s their thing,” his dad hissed.

Robin’s head came to rest on his shoulder, his eyes cold where they were trained on the man in front of him. He smiled – if you could call it that, it was more of a baring of teeth than anything. “You know, we let it slide when you people talk bad about us behind our backs, when you think we aren’t listening… but wow, I’m genuinely surprised you think that you can say this to our faces.”

His father sneered. “It’s a little hard to be scared of two random faerie kids. Especially not when I know your names.”

Wings crept higher, fluffing up in irritation.

Still, Oracle stayed calm. Her tail looped itself around Jason’s ankle, a comforting weight. “Don’t you know that you shouldn’t be rude to a fae?”

“What’re you going to do about it, Barbara?”

Oracle didn’t even flinch. She hummed lightly, her head tilting from side to side as if she were actually considering it. “Oh, nothing, I suppose.”

Old Man ‘hugged’ Jason’s father from behind, his arms coming to rest over his shoulders and his head resting atop the man’s own. He smiled, sharp teeth flashing in the moonlight. “You’re right that you shouldn’t be worried about them. But this forest has far more faerie than even you humans know about. And this is our territory.”

Talia leaned against a nearby tree, examining her nails with a kind of nonchalance that spoke of a battle that had been won before it had even started.

“Normally, I’d say that attacking you here in our domain was unfair… but I think it’s fitting. I mean, if you spend all of your time hurting what can’t fight back, maybe you deserve a taste of your own medicine.”

And Jason had thought he was the one that liked to play games that were already decided.

Perhaps he had only ever won because they allowed him to.

The thought was strangely comforting. They could have stolen him away whenever they’d wanted to, and yet they had refrained, because that wasn’t what Jason had wanted.

Now, Dick and Babs started to lead him to the faerie circle.

“Get him out of here, please,” Old Man said, his eyes never quite leaving his prey even as his smile softened, a pleasant thing made just for Jason. And then his eyes went cold again, clawed fingers beginning to curl in the flesh of his father’s side. “He doesn’t need to see this.”

“Jason,” his father breathed.

Jason glanced back at him.

And then he looked at the two faeries closing in on the man. Dangerous and angry for Jason.

His gaze drifted back to the two standing in the circle, their hands outstretched. Like two people helping someone board a boat, wanting to make sure that they didn’t slip and hurt themselves along the way.

He took their hands and allowed them to pull him over the boundary, to the other side.

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All Fae-n And Games Masterlist

[fic-ive-read]

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[kittymaine]

Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Minor or Background Relationship: Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle Characters: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Selina Kyle, Jim Gordon, Lex Luthor, Clark Kent, The Joker, Leslie Thompkins, Bane Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fae & Fairies, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:

When Bruce Wayne barely survives a brutal confrontation with the villain known as Bane, he comes away with a broken spine and the terrible certainty that his days as Batman are over. An unexpected discovery among his mother’s old things might offer him a second chance—but at what price?

The story of a man willing to risk his soul for the sake of his mission, the dangerous creature he decides to call Robin, and the unlikely partnership that will come to shape the legend of Gotham’s Dark Knight.

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

"What did he want?" 

"Who?"

“The fae. What did he want to get you here? " Bruce clarified. 

"It's not important."

"It is. Has he asked the same thing to Dick? "

Superman's face ribbed, "No, he asked him ... something else. I couldn't let him do it."

So he had prevented Dick from being the deal and had taken the honour of the agreement on him.

Clark had always had a martyr complex.

“This doesn't answer my question. What did the fae ask in return? "

"Bruce ..."

"Don't you think I have to know?"

"It's not important now."

“It is if you have decided to do everything you and prevent Dick from participating in the agreement. What did he ask you? "

Clark's lips crawled in a thin line, "He wanted Dick's memories of his parents. There would have been no way to recover them. It would have been as if the Graysons had never existed. And I know how important they were for him, and I couldn't ... I couldn't let him lose them forever. "

"And you? What did you have to give up? "

"Just you don't want to let go, huh?"

"I have to know what to blame myself," he said with veiled sarcasm.

Clark's face darkened, "it's not your fault. If you want to blame someone, blame the fae. "

"I'm the reason you did."

“I would have done much more. I would have given up my powers if he asked me. "

The worst thing? He was not lying.

“You still have your powers. So he didn't want those. What did he want? "

He bit his lip, "My fortress is no longer in the Arctic."

“What?”

“The fae asked what bound me to my legacy. He didn't destroy it but, in his words, relocated it. I will never find it again. "

Bruce knew what the Fortress of Solitude for Clark meant. Inside there was his house, his legacy. Heck, there was what remained of his damn father. And now everything has disappeared.

"You have given up on your past," Bruce said slowly, incredulously, "For me. Why?”

"You are my friend."

"I am?"

"What kind of question is it?" Superman asked, confused.

“Clark, the last time we saw each other, we fought. Very violently. I told you horrible things, and you ... you agree to lose the Fortress, for me? I didn't even think I still considered myself your friend. "

"You didn't mean those things," the alien said with confidence. Where it came from, God only knew it.

"It doesn't change that I hurt you."

Clark smiled, "Fortunately, I'm indestructible."

"You are a fool."

"They often tell me."

"I don't deserve your sacrifice."

"Bruce ..."

He never knew what Clark was about to say: Tim's scream interrupted their moment. They turned, and they saw gigantic wolves surround the Kid.

Their heart moment to heart could be sent back. Bruce rose to animals like lightning, and Superman followed him shortly after. Even as he fought, Clark's words resonated with him.

For you, I would have done much more.

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[ghost-bxrd]

It's so funny that fae!Dick was trying to take care of Jason, but ended scaring him like

Dick likes me now: 😃

Dick likes me now: 😨

Pfpfpf definitely. Jason still thinks Dick is the best thing since sliced bread but there’s some instances where is just like?? 😨😱😨😵‍💫 like one time he could SWEAR Dick was trying to eat him. Dick swear it was just a loving little nibble (and in his defense, it totally was) but for Jason those sharp rows of teeth came way too close to his jugular for comfort.

(Jason retaliates by biting Dick full force, but all that achieves is Dick tearing up and bursting into tears because “Jason loves me! Bruce! My little brother loves me!” Jason just gives up at this point.)

[selkienight60]

🎃~🎃~🎃~🎃~🎃~🎃~🎃~🎃~🎃~🎃~🎃~🎃~🎃~🎃 🦇 Day 1: Serial Killers Wedges by CalamityJim

🦇 Day 2: Werewolves secrets un(revealed) by TheyReapWhatWeSow

🦇 Day 3: Ghosts Hey there ghosts it's me, ya Robin by SummerBummin

🦇 Day 4: Witches The Once and Future Batman by Electrons

🦇 Day 5: Vampires Come to My Call by ScarlettSwordMoon

🦇 Day 6: Demons Stars, Hide Your Fires by FidotheFinch

🦇 Day 7: Bats Jason, Tim, and the BatBat by Notawiseacre

🦇 Day 8: Cryptids umbra by TheResurrectionist

🦇 Day 9: Shapeshifters the flock by envysparkler

🦇 Day 10: Fae & Fairies Iron, Fire, Mirror-Glass by PurpleSoot

🦇 Day 11: Fantasy HeartFreeze by DawnsEternalLight + Laquilasse

🦇 Day 12: Talons & Owls Among the roots and baby's breath by Averia

🦇 Day 13: Death & Skeletons End to Which by succeeding

🦇 Day 14: Fear Another Mirror by byrambles

🦇 Day 15: Candy (Robin and Batman) by fyeahbatmanandrobin

🦇 Day 16: Zombies Echoes of You by SilverSkiesAtMidnight

🦇 Day 17: Dragons On Dragon's Wings by PrincessMariana

🦇 Day 18: Black Cats Footsteps in the Dark by mildswearingat4am

🦇 Day 19: Mermaids The Grayson Family Marine Rehabilitation Center by OberonBronze

🦇 Day 20: Jack-O-Lanterns & Pumpkins Early Retirement by kittymaine

🦇 Day 21: Costumes & Disguises Robin's Nest by TheyReapWhatWeSow

🦇 Day 22: Nightmares Holding the Line by BirdChild

🦇 Day 23: Heroes & Villains Performance Piece by fight_knight

🦇 Day 24: Trick-or-Treat Batman, go grab your Robin... Wait, wrong Robin! by IzzyMRDB

🦇 Day 25: Robots Family Functions by Hawkstout

🦇 Day 26: Monsters The Ward of Kaer Wayne by sElkieNight60

🦇 Day 27: Secret Identity An (almost) Foolproof Lie by HiddenDreamer67

🦇 Day 28: Maze The Long Way Home by itsnatalie

🦇 Day 29: "SpoooOOOOOoooOOOoooky" The journal of Dick Grayson by DiseasedBreeze

🦇 Day 30: Fear Toxin Learning to Fear by zombiesbecrazy

🦇 Day 31: Murder PLUTO. by orpheusaki

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Thank you to everyone who helped put together this list! With special thanks to @tevyaa, ScarlettSwordMoon, @canonicallyshort, @silk-scarlet-ribbons, @silverandsunflowers, and an extra special thanks to @they-reap-what-we-sow for the most gorgeous header!

Please help us spread the Halloween by reblogging this list and passing on to your friends!

🦇 Stay Spooky! 🦇

[adhdslugcrimes]

Fae-fetched

Dick: I made this flower crown for your bones.

Wally, slurping on a smoothie: that's nice but I'mma have to say no.

Dick, big ol eyes: please? Your bones?

Wally: no, I'm sorry no...

Dick, sad: aw now I can't make soup...

Zatanna: what—

Dick, smiley: nothing

[dc-marvel-crossovers]

Crossover Fanworks Celebration Masterlist

Thanks so much to everybody who participated! We're still waiting for a couple late entries, but here's the wrap-up of all the fics that were fanworked and their related works. You can find the Ao3 collection right over here.

It seems like everybody involved had a great time, so it's very likely that this will be a repeating event. If you'd like to join in on the next one, follow us here and/or send us a message about joining our Discord!

Knaves All Three by @ginbenci: gen, focused on Steve Rogers, Bruce Wayne, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, and Tony Stark. Funny comedy-of-errors identity porn. 7922 words, rated T.

All Three Knaves by @o-kaythislooksbad

Playlist by @bittercape

Third Wheel by @kangofu-cb: Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton. Established Bucky/Clint. Roleplay gone hilariously awry leads to a hot-as-hell threesome. 10,776 words, explicit.

Sequel by @carcrash429

Bookbinding by @moonshinebindery

Remix by @there-must-be-a-lock

Playlist by @capriciouswrites

Won’t You Stay Awhile? (I’m Staring At A Ghost) by @daddyswickedqueen: Jason Todd/Steve Rogers. Steve gets picked up (and flustered) in a dive bar; sexy, but also a great look at both characters. 5022 words, explicit.

Podfic by @betrayedbycinnamon

Remix by @sammialex

Sequel by @darbydoo22

Moodboard by @drgrlfriend

Snow On The Beach by @bittercape: Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton. Interconnected vignettes of a developing relationship — some funny, some fluffy, some smutty, and some all of the above. 13,181 words, range from T to explicit.

Art by @o-kaythislooksbad

More art by @o-kaythislooksbadkay

Timestamp by @betrayedbycinnamon

Spider and Bat Friends by @emmacortana: mostly gen. A series of standalone fics about Peter Parker in Gotham. Mixed bag with something for everybody: some wildly creative crack, some angst, and more. 170,897 words total, mostly rated T.

Podfic by @graham-cracker-guillotine

Art by @wyxan

The Stockings Were Hung by @betrayedbycinnamon: Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes and background /Clint Barton. Christmas lingerie, insecure Jason, and a tender, reassuring Bucky. 3945 words, explicit.

Remix by @darbydoo22

Moodboard by @kangofu-cb

Sunrise On The East Side by @wyxan: Tim Drake/Peter Parker/Michelle Jones, established Peter/MJ. Spilled coffee + endearingly awkward Peter; luckily MJ is a boss and very comfortable doing something about his crush on Tim. 8816 words, explicit.

Remix by @there-must-be-a-lock

Podfic by @noxnthea

Finders Keepers by @drgrlfriend: Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton. Adorable “meet-ugly” courtesy of animal friends. Clint and Jason aren’t used to romance, and Bucky decides to change that. 3081 words, rated T.

Art by @bittercape

Podfic by @daddyswickedqueen

Remix by TheologyDiscography

Moodboards by @there-must-be-a-lock

What's in the name by @graham-cracker-guillotine: Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne centric. Feel-good fluff and humor. 2142 words, rated G.

Podfic by @carcrash429

Art by @o-kaythislooksbad

blood upon the snow by @carcrash429: One fic is Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes; others are gen, focused mainly on Clint and Dick Grayson, with appearances by Natasha, Roy, and others. Fae Clint fantasy AU with great world-building. 11,900 words, rated T.

Art by @o-kaythislooksbad

Podfic by @noxnthea

Moodboards by @there-must-be-a-lock

can't start a fire without a spark by @mightymightygnomepriest: Frank Castle/Jason Todd. Frank saves a puppy and gets caught in the rain. Soft and sweet and sexy. 3468 words, explicit.

Remix by @daddyswickedqueen

Sequel by @bittercape

getting better in the worst way by @o-kaythislooksbad: gen, featuring characters from Moon Knight, Doom Patrol, Teen Titans, Hulk, and Venom. Creative canon mashup with characters that don’t get a lot of representation in fic. 80,064 words, rated T.

Moodboards by @there-must-be-a-lock

Hawksnest by TheologyDiscography: Jason Todd/Clint Barton. Post-Under The Red Hood friends-to-lovers with a fun twist on Clint’s story. 3359 words, rated T.

Podfic by CainPods

Sequel by @o-kaythislooksbad

Marshmallow Crime Lords by @noxnthea and @there-must-be-a-lock: Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton, but the relationship isn’t the focus; lots of BatFamily shenanigans and fluff. 46,440 words, rated T.

Remix by @bill-longbow

Sequel by @bittercape

Art by @wyxan

Podfic by @flowerparrish

Playlist by @carcrash429

If It's A Highway by @there-must-be-a-lock: Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes, Lost Days/post-CA:TWS canon fusion. 77,122 words, explicit.

Timestamp by @bill-longbow

Art by @wyxan

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Au Batman Fic Ideas

by Anonymous “You didn't kill him! You didn't avenge me! " Jason yelled at Batman, filled with fury and resentment. Batman was still, locked in shame. Jason hated him. If the hero doesn’t do what was necessary, he will have to do it. " I'll kill the Joker. " There will be no more abused children. There will be no other victims of the Joker. It will put an end, once and for all. "You can't." Jason laughed at him, “Why? Because it’s against your rules? " “No, because I've already tried. Joker can't die. " (From Immortal Joker Au) Words: 1368, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DCU, DCU (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Robin (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Bruce Wayne, Zatanna Zatara, Joker (DCU), Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman) & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Zatanna Zatara Additional Tags: Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early, Kid Fic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Shapeshifting, Kid Tim Drake, Kid Jason Todd, Pre-Robin Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Genderswap, Curses, Fae & Fairies, Time Loop, Memory Alteration, Vampire Bites, Reincarnation, Vampires via https://ift.tt/oypkMVw

[ao3feed-superbat]

Let go and just be free I will love you unconditionally

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/HXn670m by Speechless_since_1998 “We're not in Gotham." “So where…” He didn't have a chance to finish the sentence: there was a blinding light, and a semi-naked woman appeared in front of him. She smiled with her sharp teeth, yellow eyes like a cat's, and fluffy curly black hair. Her skin was milky, shining like a pearl. "Perfect! You are here,” the woman trilled, clapping her hands together. “The queen is eager to meet you.” She lost her friendly tone when she turned to the boy, “You go and warn that the dark prince is here. Don't waste time." The child nodded stiffly and ran away. Bruce followed him as long as he could with his gaze. He then turned to the woman, “Where am I?” His hands itched with the need to act, but he was cautious enough not to fight the creature that had probably kidnapped him. First, he had to understand who he was dealing with. She smiled, “Welcome to the Unseelie Court, mortal. Your new home.”   [A few months after Jason's death, Bruce is kidnapped to marry the Unseelie Queen. In a court full of vipers, his only ally is a child he can't help but grow fond of] Words: 12628, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 8 of A Different Reflection Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Original Characters, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Kid Fic, Kid Tim Drake, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Tim Drake, Denial of Feelings, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Clark Kent Loves Bruce Wayne, Kidnapping, Fae & Fairies, Alternate Universe - Fae, Deal with a Devil, Angst with a Happy Ending, Magical Realism, Implied Relationships, Blood, Blood and Injury, Forced Marriage, Tumblr Prompt, Batkids Age Reversal, Accidental Baby Acquisition read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/HXn670m