#grayson ( dossier )

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 17/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Seventeen: Wisteria

Upon Ra's return from a months-long trip, he gently roused Jason with a palm to his chest. "Shhh," Ra's whispered as Jason sat up, propping himself up on his elbows. "Come with me." Without a word, Jason followed Ra's to his bedroom. He held his breath, waiting for disapproval or dismissal. To his surprise, Ra's mussed his hair, smiling as he stared at the frightened boy's wide-eyed expression. "It's nearly your birthday... Isn't it?"

Jason nodded. "Yes, sir," Jason answered. In all the years Ra's knew Jason, he'd never acknowledged anyone's birthday. He wasn't sure if Ra's even knew when his birthday was.

"Would you like your gift now? Or would you like to take an assignment and receive three gifts upon your arrival home?" Ra's offered. Three gifts from Ra's sounded enticing, but he wondered why Ra's made him such an offer. It made his stomach turn.

"Can I—? May I ask a question?" Jason whispered.

"Of course," Ra's replied.

"What kind of assignment is this?" Jason questioned. Ra's raised his brow. "Is it an assassination or intel mission?"

"Intel... In Gotham. I need you to retrieve a dossier from someone. She already has it, but I'd prefer it if you were the one to handle that assignment. It's quite simple, actually," Ra's explained, "You wouldn't be gone long. The mission only requires you to pick up the file. Then, you are free to return home."

"I wouldn't—. No overnight stay?" Jason questioned. Ra's shook his head. "I'll take it... I'll take the assignment."

It didn't sound dangerous or undesirable, but Jason knew there had to be a catch. "Tonight," Ra's whispered as he gave Jason an envelope. "Everything you need to know is right here," Ra's replied as he held onto Jason's hand. "Sixteen... You'll be sixteen."

Jason nodded. "Could I ask you another question?" Jason asked.

"Of course," Ra's smiled, "But the real question is... Will I answer it?"

Jason wrung his hands. "I—. Would I be able to oversee Damian's first assignment?" Jason asked.

"No... But I have other plans for you to accompany him. A few years from now," Ra's replied, "I'll give you bits and pieces of information over time. Now go... Pack."

Jason obeyed. He stopped at the armory first to grab his weapons of choice. Then, he returned to his room to pack his clothes. "Gē?" Damian whimpered. Jason frowned without turning around.

"Hi, Didi. What's the matter?" Jason asked in a sugary-sweet tone. Damian tugged at Jason's pants leg, and Jason crouched low enough to hug his brother. "I'm right here." It felt like a lie. Jason was physically there, but mentally, he was a million miles away. Damian started to cry. "Whoa... Hey."

"Why can't I go with you?" Damian wept. Jason sat cross-legged on the floor, pulling Damian into his lap.

"You spoke with Grandfather, didn't you?" Jason asked. Damian nodded.

"Uh-huh," Damian cried into Jason's shirt.

"It won't be long... And I'll bring you a gift when I return. What would you like?" Jason questioned. "Sweets? I could bring you some candy."

"When will you be home?" Damian asked.

Jason rocked from side to side, still holding his brother close to his chest. "Um... In three days. I think it'll be three days," Jason whispered, "Let me tell Mama. Okay? I should be the one to talk to her."

"Okay," Damian whispered.

Jason stood up, carrying Damian on his hip while he continued to pack. "You smell good. What'd you eat?" Jason grinned as he playfully chomped.

Damian giggled, and Talia knocked on the doorpost. "Hello, little ones," Talia smiled. Jason set Damian down.

"Let me talk to Mama for a minute," Jason whispered. Damian obeyed. "Mama... I—."

"You're leaving... Aren't you?" Talia asked. Jason forced a smile as he nodded in reply. Talia swallowed every objection she had for his comfort. "Where?"

"Gotham, but only for one day... I'll be home before my birthday. Mama—."

Talia grabbed his face and smiled. "You are such a sweet boy... Don't forget that," Talia whispered. Jason embraced her. "Are you going to tell Saru? I know you haven't gotten around to asking her on a date yet... Have your—?"

"It's not the right time... But I'll tell her I'm leaving. It's only right," Jason answered, "I won't tell her where." Talia nodded, watching as he continued to pack.

He shut his suitcase and glanced at Talia. "Would you like to walk with me before you go?" Talia questioned.

Jason grinned. "Let me go get Di first," Jason whispered in reply. Talia held up a finger as she crept outside.

“Ya amar, would you like to walk with us?” Talia asked. Damian nodded. He waited for Jason to pick him up.

Jason kissed Damian’s cheek. “What did you eat, sweet boy?” Jason giggled.

“It’s almost your birthday,” Damian reminded Jason. Jason nodded.

They slipped their shoes on and walked through the garden. “What is Gotham like?” Damian asked. Jason rarely talked about Gotham and never spoke to Damian about it. He didn’t

“The air stinks… It’s gloomy and filled with crime. It’s a dark place… It’s where I was born. Did you know that?” Jason asked. Damian shook his head. “Yeah… I used to have family there. They’re all gone now, but now I have you and Mama.”

“That’s right,” Talia smiled.

“Do you miss your home?” Damian asked.

“This is home… Wherever you and Mama are. That’s home,” Jason replied.

“How?” Damian asked.

“Home is where the heart is… My heart is with you,” Jason explained as he pretended to place his heart in Damian’s hand. “Hold onto it until I return. If it gets too heavy, give it to Mama.”

Damian nodded. “One day, I’ll be big enough to go with you,” Damian whispered.

“And I’ll take you everywhere,” Jason replied, “We’ll be the best team ever. You’ll be the team leader… Always.”

Damian smiled. “I’ll never be that good—.”

“You’ll be better,” Jason interrupted. That was Jason’s greatest comfort. He’d be able to protect Damian someday. They’d be teammates. Talia and Jason walked with Damian to the stream and skipped stones until lunchtime. Jason opted out of lunch and sought Saru out.

She lingered outside his library, eating her lunch alone. “Saru, would you like to come in?” Jason asked. She nodded. “Did you know I wanted to see you?”

“I didn’t… I wanted to see you, though… Go first,” Saru replied.

“That’s what I wanted to tell you. I have an assignment… I’ll be gone for three days. Maybe more than that. You’re—. Saru, your hair is different,” Jason smiled. He’d never seen her hair out of the usual two red-ribbon plaits.

“Nice of you to notice,” Saru smiled, “Jason… I hope I don’t seem forward for saying this. We like each other. So, why haven’t we gone out?”

“You want to?” Jason asked in a slightly higher pitch.

“Yeah, I do. How about we take the rowboat when you’re free,” Saru suggested, “And before you ask… Yes, I did hear what you said.”

“The rowboat… I’d like that,” Jason smiled, “Would you like to read with me for a minute?”

“When do you leave?” Saru asked.

“Tonight,” Jason answered. Saru nodded, waiting for Jason to pick a book before curling up under his arm. He held his breath out of shock before composing himself and settling in. Jason started reading while Saru ate. He smiled at the smell of her pasta.

“I’ve read this one before. Want some?” Saru offered as she raised her fork. Jason opened his mouth, humming at the generous bite of mushroom, ricotta, and penne. “You’re cute when you chew.”

Jason’s cheeks went rosy with blush. The words weren’t a shock. Saru said things like that all the time. But the intimacy in which she said them always made Jason’s heart skip a beat. She’d known him for a few months, but it might as well have been a lifetime. Jason finished chewing before continuing. Saru shut her eyes and recited the words from memory, keeping pace with Jason’s voice. The sound of her voice reading along with his caused him to stumble. “Saru—.”

“I’m not mocking you… This is one of my favorites,” Saru explained. She shared the rest of her meal with Jason, and he read until he fell asleep with his arm around her. Saru rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb before slipping away. She couldn’t bear to wake him. He’d be embarrassed.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Dark Knights - Character Dossiers

by TheJSmooth8124 From the files of the Batcomputer come altered versions of The Dark Knight. From Bruce Wayne himself to his successors who proudly carry on his legacy, these are the profiles of the Knights from the Meta-verse/Metal-verse. Words: 242, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Dark Knights Meta-verse Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), DCU (Comics), God of War (Video Games), Darksiders (Video Games), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), L.A. Noire, Halo (Video Games) & Related Fandoms, DC Elseworlds Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi Characters: Bruce Wayne, Devastator | Dark Earth-1 Bruce Wayne, Red Death | Dark Earth-52 Bruce Wayne, The Merciless | Dark Earth-12 Bruce Wayne, The Drowned | Dark Earth-11 Bryce Wayne, Grim Knight | Dark Earth-0 Bruce Wayne, Dawnbreaker | Dark Earth-32 Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Original Batfamily Member(s) (DCU), Noble Six | SPARTAN-B312 Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Terry McGinnis/Dana Tan, Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe via https://ift.tt/jlfNPQF

[nerdybirdboy]

DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

LEGAL NAME: Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne NICKNAME[S]: Tim, Timmy, Timtam, Timber, Timberlina (and a lot of other Tim-names), Robin, Red Robin, Mister Sarcastic, Alvin Draper. DATE OF BIRTH: 19 July GENDER: Male PLACE OF BIRTH: Gotham, NJ CURRENTLY LIVING: Gotham, NJ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, ASL, Spanish, German, French, Russian, Cantonese and Swedish (yes, I added the last one since I speak it myself). EDUCATION: Some High School. HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Dark blue HEIGHT: 139-160 cm (4′7″- 5′3″), 47-55 kg (103.6-121 lbs)

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S]: Biological - none, adopted - Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne. PARENT[S]: Jack & Janet Drake (deceased), Dana Winters-Drake (stepmum, deceased), Bruce Wayne (adoptive father). RELATIVE[S]: None CHILDREN: None PET[S]: None

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual, panromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Verse dependent, but main partner is Emilio Rosali in most verses. SINCE WHEN: Since... some time ago?

Stolen from: @thefastestaround

Tagging: Anyone interested. Please tag me so I can read if you do this

[drelldreams]

i once wrote a dossier thing on liselle t’loak and paul grayson including a full background for paul grayson but i accidentally deleted it snsnsnnsnddn 😭

[vigilaent]

#𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙻𝙰𝙴𝙽𝚃  :  a  selective  low  activity  superhero  multimuse  blog  for  characters  featured  in  the  dc  universe,  heavily  based  in  rocksteady  studio’s  arkham  knight  and  gotham  knights,  influenced  by  other  media  such  as  batman:  unburied,  batman:  under  the  red  hood,  wayne  family  adventures,  hbo’s  titans,  +  some  comics  as  i  read  them.     very headcanon heavy.

an  ode  to  :  corruption,  generational  cycles  thanked  and  broken,  the  body  bled  and  divided  among  the  hands,  love as violence,  violence as religion,  religion as love,  and  being  born  again.     re - made  04/18/23.     performed by jean,  23,  they/any,  cst.

muselist.     opens.     dossiers linked below when available.

quick muselist.

dick grayson.     mixed media,  headcanon heavy.     pinterest. jason todd.     headcanon and arkham based.     pinterest. bruce wayne.     unburied and 2022 based,  arkham influenced.     pinterest. gar logan.     titans and headcanon based. koriand’r.     titans and teen titans influenced. rachel roth.     mixed media,  teen titans influenced. selina kyle.     very divergent,  original portrayal. jessie umeh.     original character,  arkham based. jim gordon.     2022 and unburied based.     testing. cassandra cain.     wfa based.     testing. komand’r.     hc based,  titans influenced.     testing. vic stone.     hc based,  doom patrol influenced.     testing.

dash rules.

000. . .     disclaimer.

just a little one !     i am very new to the dc universe and find myself often overwhelmed with the amount of comics there are to read.     i’ve got the spirit,  but i may or may not know the basics about your muse when it comes to canon dc characters.     i apologize in advance,  but it’s nothing a little plotting can’t fix,  so if i pop into your ims with stupid questions about your portrayal, this is why.     but as always,  if you’re still down to clown,  i am very much too !

001. . .     activity.

i'll be frank : i write pretty sporadically, and this goes for ic and ooc interactions. i can get overwhelmed juggling responsibilities often, and socializing is one of the first things to go.     i un  /  fortunately work 40 hour work weeks,    and only get every other weekend off,  so my schedule makes consistent activity difficult on top of my focus. if i can successfully plot something with you, i find my muse is sooo much more involved, but i'm contradictorily bad at it due to the reasons above ; it's truly hit or miss, and i understand if that becomes frustrating for any of my partners.    sometimes i’ll be able to get out a couple drafts a week,  others merely once,  or not at all. if i haven’t replied or answered something in a while,  please know it’s nothing personal, i’m just taking my time until i feel good about what i can put down.     writing is a hobby i enjoy, but if you're looking for a blog with any sort of regularity, this isn't the one for you. i have other rp blogs i try to run as well,  therefore i might be very slow on this one at times.     i can be quite the flaky rp partner,  so i apologize in advance for that and completely understand if my antics   [  or lack thereof  ]   result in an unfollow. if i go longer than two months without activity, i'll try to make a hiatus notice.

002. . .     following.  

because of the previously stated,  i’m also highly selective with who i rp with.     i want to not to bite off more than i can chew,  and for the sake of pacing myself,  my activity will be reserved for mutuals only.     if my thread count gets too high for my liking, it's not uncommon that i drop threads, but i will absolutely try and let you know if that happens.     duplicates are always welcome <3   [  let me know if you need me to tag same - muse posts and i’ll be happy to !  ] i regularly go on softblocking sprees to keep my follower count semi - low, but do feel free to re - follow if you feel like the stars merely misaligned for our first bout of mutual following and i'd be very down to give it another shot. on that note, it'll take me a week+ to follow back sometimes, as i like to read through not only rules, but dossiers and verse pages, especially for ocs, so it can take a hot minute.

003. . .     etiquette.

the basics  ;  don’t be an asshole,  any transphobia,  biphobia,  homophobia,  racism,  whitewashing,  pro - shipping,  incest,  etc,  will be blocked on sight.     no godmodding,  please cut your threads,  continue asks in new posts,  etc,  and no stealing of any personal concepts of mine.     loose inspiration is fine,  but if i see repeated similarities,  i may or may not approach you about it.     formatting - wise,  here is an example of my prose style.     i primarily use big ol’ text and static or no icons,  beta editor + xkit rewritten,  but feel free to format however you like and i’ll try to match you somewhat. since my concussion, however, i will no longer be threading with super small text or anything heavily formatted, as this can strain my eyes and make headaches worse, even with my glasses.

004. . .     shipping.  

i’m all about exploring meaningful dynamics,  whether they be platonic,  familial,  antagonistic,  pre - established,  etc,  so feel free to shoot me a message if you’d like to plot something out between our muses !     while the mun of this blog is 18+,  smut just really isn’t my thing  ;  referenced  ‘ offscreen ’  as it were is fine,  as are nfsfw headcanons and such,  maybe fade to black  /  time skips,  but for the most part,  you won’t find any roleplayed smut on this blog.     this of course is muse dependent and does not apply to any underage muses.     romance is fine to some degree,  but again,  if they are a child, such as raven in her hbo titan’s verse,  anything beyond lighthearted and innocent experiences are off limits,  no exceptions.     if i see you’ve aged up a minor character for shipping purposes,  it will result in an instant unfollow.     if at some point i flesh out adult verses for them,  these shipping rules will not change.     on that note as well,  i do prefer to rp with muns who are also 18+.     i don’t see your age somewhere in your rules or pinned,  it will affect my willingness to follow.

005. . .     memes.

memes from anyone,  anytime,  for the muse or for the mun,  are always welcome,  and often a go - to ice breaker of mine since starter calls make me nervous.     please don’t hesitate to send a good handful since i try not to cage myself into answering ones i just don’t have muse for.     i find if i force stuff,  i’m just less likely to ever actually get it done,  so don’t feel like you’re overwhelming me if you send more than just a couple for me to choose from.     please remember to specify which muse your asks are for unless it’s to one of my sideblogs.     if you want to start a thread from an ask,  i greatly encourage it since i try to write most answers as potential starters anyway ! lastly, any memes in my tag aren't expired. if i don't want them sent in anymore, i'll delete them from the tag.

006. . .     triggers.  

this blog leans horror - adjacent in many ways,  and this blog will be portraying that accordingly,  including trigger - heavy content such as  :  depression,  ptsd,  panic attacks,  violence,  murder,  kidnapping,  self harm,  smoking,  abuse  /  neglect,  animal death,  horror elements,  cannibalism,  torture,  brainwashing,  death  /  resurrection,  religious imagery,  etc,  but i will try to tag it as  ‘ trigger // ’.     on that note,  please do keep in mind  :  any abuse present on my blog will be in headcanons or backstories,  never actual threads.     if i’m writing with villain muses,  physical harm may be present,  but i refuse to roleplay any domestic  /  animal  /  harm or abuse in any form.     my personal triggers are visual eye gore,  visual self harm,  and visual vomit.     please do feel free to say something if i forget to tag a post and i’ll try to tag it for you right away !

whew. all that said, i'm jean, 23, white, and i use they/any pronouns ! thank you for taking the time to read my rules,  and rest assured if i follow you,  that means i’ve read through yours as well <3 discord is available for mutuals upon request.

007. . .     blogroll.

enslaughts.     a medium activity horror - heavy multimuse. dvrast.     a selective jesper fahey.     low activity.     follows from enslaughts. vigilaent.     a selective dc multimuse.     low activity. wayfares.     a selective western multimuse.     hiatus. greatloss.     a selective slow five hargreeves.     hiatus. clericlost.     a selective slow william byers.     hiatus. mindsflayed.     a selective slow mind flayer + vecna.     hiatus.     follows from clericlost.

[shctteredillusions]

( @thewolfisawake ) asked:  ➹ Gaku Yaotome from Idolish7

Send me a FC and I’ll make a muse for it! || Always Accepting

The Marshall’s

The Marshall’s are quite a complicated family. Riddled with issues, they’re typically too much for most people to handle. When Chloe Marshall was still young, she gave birth to the first of the nine siblings known as Grayson. Born to an abusive and alcoholic father, his parents only remained together for a year before he ran off, fled the state completely in order to avoid paying child support or having anything else to do with his son. It wasn’t long after that that his mother began to drown herself in vodka. Grayson doesn’t remember much of that time, just knows that he typically ended up in the care of the elderly woman a few houses down at night, when his mother was too drunk to tend to him and was found passed out in the house.

When he was two, his mother ran off for several weeks, no one knows where she went and it had seemed like she too had abandoned the toddler at the neighbors home. Just when social services were about to get involved, she reappears, fresh and clean, swearing she was done with drinking. It didn’t last and it was found out that shortly after she had left, she became pregnant once more. Chloe managed to stay sober for most of the time, even got herself a job and things had seemed to be looking up. Then when little Savannah was born, she spiraled once more. She went on a bender, drank herself into the hospital as the elderly neighbor now watching both of the children.

Slowly but surely, she created a pattern. Always claiming to get clean only to fall off the wagon once more after each kid was born. Again and again, she let her kids down until there was barely anything but a shell of the woman she once was remaining. Most of the kids don’t even know who their father is, some have an idea but their mother is never willing to confirm nor deny it. Over the years, the Marshall kids have endured quite a lot. The elderly woman who looked after them passed away, the only person outside of themselves that treated them like family. Countless boyfriends came and went of their mothers, some bad, some good, some even worse.

Endlessly bullied as they grew up, though Savannah was one that got it nearly the worst. Because of how her mother is, she’s gained a reputation herself without ever having done anything to earn it. Claims of anything and everything from her being a slut, riddled with diseases to even as fertile and cursed as their mother. Nobody wants to touch a member of the Marshall family line. Not unless they wanted to take on all the baggage that comes with it.

As the years have passed, their mother is barely in the picture. Usually, she’s only home when she’s blackout drunk, sleeps off the hangover then heads right back out to start all over again. It’s mostly Savannah, Micah, and Grayson who take care of the rest. The siblings are a rough and tough family who look out for each other and will do anything to keep each other safe. Their methods may not be the best or the most morally aligned but they do what they must to survive.

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Name: Grayson Marshall Birthday/Age: April 21st / 26 Species: Human Hair/Eyes/Height: Black / brown / 5′10 Occupation: Assistant in a law firm Gender: male Orientation: heterosexual / hetero-romantic FC: Tatsumi from Orenchi no Furo Jijou (may be temp FC)

Bio:  Grayson is more on the strong and silent side of things, bottles up his emotions and tries to stay strong for the sake of his siblings. He drowns himself in work at the small-time law firm, trying his best to make enough money to keep all of them afloat. The bills seem to just keep stacking up, one after another late and the eldest sibling constantly feels inadequate and wishes there was more he could do. He hates that his work tends to take up most of his time, keep him away from his siblings for so long but he knows that if not for this, they’d be out on the streets living instead.

Name: Savannah Marshall  Birthday/Age: October 14th / 24 Species: Human Hair/Eyes/Height: Black / Brown / 5′3 Occupation: Constantly changes Gender: female Orientation: demisexual / demiromantic FC: Rui Yashio

Bio:  Savannah, second born and the mother of the bunch. While Grayson is always working, she dropped out of high school at 16 simply to help take care of the kids. She works from one temporary dead-end job to the next, making what little she can to help but most are unwilling to hire her knowing her family and the issues that come along with them. Some call her a stone-cold bitch, untrusting of anyone outside her family and certainly doesn’t trust anyone with her siblings. While she’s harsh, cold, and distant to others, she’s loving and warm to her family. They may be her siblings but they’re more like her kids. Even though rumor has it that little Zachary is actually hers, he’s not. She’s the first one that doesn’t know who her father is, only that she’s half Asian but no idea beyond that.

Name: Micah Marshall  Birthday/Age: June 5th / 21 Species: Human Hair/Eyes/Height: Pale blond / gray blue / 5′9 Occupation: unemployed currently Gender: male Orientation: Bisexual / Demiromantic FC: Gaku Yaotome

Bio:  Micah is more of an outgoing sibling. While he finished high school at the insistence of Savannah, he didn’t go on to college. Not that they could afford it anyway. He was a DJ at one of the local clubs in the city but when things got rough, he sold what equipment he had managed to gather together in order to help pay the bills. Now he’s out of work, no one wants to hire a DJ that doesn’t have his own equipment but he tries to make up for it by pitching in around the house and stealing what he can to either sell or provide for the others.

Name: Christian Marshall  Birthday/Age:  February 6th / 17 Species: Human Hair/Eyes/Height: Black / blue / 5′8 Occupation: high school student Gender: male Orientation: n/a FC: Hokuto Hidaka

Bio:  Christian was conceived during a time that their mother had actually been sober. She had tried to give up the alcohol through religion but it didn’t last long. She was eventually caught sleeping with the priest and because of the talk spread around, he left town before even knowing she was pregnant. Chloe essentially cursed her fourth born to forever carry the story of his birth by giving him such a name and when even one of the nurses at the hospital tried to convince her otherwise, she refused. Christian is another that’s bullied quite a lot. He’s quiet and introverted, hates having the attention on him and though he’s not very good at it, he tries his best to help out where he can around the house.

Name: Cameron Marshall Birthday/Age: May 1st / 15 Species: Human Hair/Eyes/Height: Blond / blue / 5′7 Occupation: student Gender: male Orientation: n/a FC: Arashi Narukami

Bio:  Cameron is the more playful of the bunch. He likes to have fun and constantly mess with his siblings but he’s also incredibly protective of them, has been known to get into many fights for their sake even if he’s not actually a violent person. At least, not as violent as Savannah and Micah can get. He loathes his mother for what she’s done to their family but knows that they have to protect her in order to protect themselves.

Name: Emma Marshall  Birthday/Age: December 5th / 13 Species: human Hair/Eyes/Height: brown / brown / 5′0 Occupation: student Gender: female Orientation: n/a FC: Kanzaki Misuzu

Bio: Emma is outspoken and curious, she hates the way people view her family and wishes she could do something to change that but knows she can’t. She doesn’t have any friends, her morbid curiosity and interests tend to scare most who meet her. She’s not afraid to speak her mind no matter who the person is.

Name: Phoebe Marshall  Birthday/Age: January 12th / 8 Species: Human Hair/Eyes/Height: blond / green / 4′3 Occupation: student Gender: female Orientation: n/a FC: Abigail Williams from FGO

Bio:  Phoebe, or Bebe as they call her, is more on the quiet side, tries to stick close to home and near her family. She hates the looks her family gets whenever they go anyway and has asked multiple times if they could simply move far away to a place where no one knows who they are. She’s still young enough to hope that her mother will eventually turn things around, to sober up and become the mother she should be. While the others love that hopeful side of her, they fear that it’s only going to make it that much harder for her as she grows older and realizes that such a dream isn’t likely to ever happen.

Name: Melanie Marshall  Birthday/Age:  September 9th / 3 Species: Human Hair/Eyes/Height: black / blue / 3′0 Occupation: student Gender: female Orientation: n/a FC: Miuna from Nagi no Asukara

Bio: Melanie, also called Mellie, is but a cheerful and happy toddler. While toys and such are a rarity for them, their income making it nearly impossible to afford such things, she makes the best of what she does have. She finds ways to make her own toys, to occupy herself when the others are busy but more than anything else, she loves being with Savannah.

Name: Zachary Marshall Age: 18 months Species: Human Hair/Eyes: black / brown  Gender: male FC: None 

Bio: Zachary is the baby of the bunch, at only 18 months he has no idea of how their life is and since he was practically raised since birth by Savannah, he calls her Mommy instead of their actual mother. She doesn’t mind, and she doesn’t try to stop the rumors that she was the one who actually had Zac instead of her mother. She loves them all like they were her kids anyway. She just tries to make the best of their situation that she can.

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

Cologne Grayson Would Wear

Arcane Headcanons (show universe)

Characters: Grayson

*Listen, work can be challenging, and running after criminals from the Undercity can make you sweat. For when she needs to join a meeting after a long morning, she will always spritz her uniform in something classic. Bergamot, citrus, and musk have never failed her: all the deep notes in one bottle she keeps hidden under her coat. It hides the odor and leaves her smelling like a handsome woman before her council. 

*Parties are not all that common, but when the sheriff is invited to them, she keeps a special bottle on her dresser just for these occasions. Floral and powder combined with elements of sweet vanilla provide a sultry exchange of aromas. Two dabs on her neck and behind her ears is enough for the entire night, hugging people, shaking hands, and mingling with crowds. Everyone asks what she’d wearing, but it will always be her little secret. 🤫

*Boy, she loves to hunt, making a sport of it in her free time, but why wear a fragrance while you’re hunting? She doesn’t- well, she will when she’s finished in the field, joining her companions in the lodge for coffee. By then, she will have sprayed perfume under her collar, smelling of cedar, cumin, and olibanum. Women can’t get enough of a sheriff in Scottish hunting garb, smelling like a woodland wonder searching for a doe.  

*Sleeping with her is a whole other story in the realms of the senses. You will be full of touch, taste, vision, sound, and especially scent. Grayson refuses to overpower her natural smell in the bedroom with all of her perfumes, but by taking a good shower in fluffy suds, she only enhances that organic odor. A bit of musk, licorice fragrance being left in her dark hair, and the sweetness of her heat is intoxicating. Who needs perfume when you just smell good? 

*A ball? No need to expect anything more than eloquent 💎luxury💎. A dashing suit conforming to her curves, a plum pout, and the aroma of caramel drizzle and cinnamon. Yes, she loves spice, because it travels quite the distance. Grayson will dance with young women from Piltover, causing them to swoon as they are take in her sweet scent. Desserts aren’t attractive when Grayson is present, drawing all the sweet toothed lovelies to her and her alone.

*Being a generous woman, she knows her money outweighs many in the Undercity, so she tries her hardest to compensate for those she requests service from. It could be a hefty tip for the chef or bartender, extra parts for a Smith for fixing her musket, or perfume for brothel workers. If Grayson likes someone specific, expect tiny gifts with their tips.

AU (Real-world perfumes you can purchase)

-Euphoria by Calvin Klein

-Ambery Saffron by Dossier

-By the Fireplace by Replica

-Vanaille Exquise by Annick Goutal

-Memoir by Gucci

[myhiraeth]

JASON TODD. / DOSSIER

TAGS. /

                           iisms || headcanons || aesthetics || visage || wishlist

GENERAL. / all verses

name: Jason Todd dob: aug 16 (leo) orientation: bisexual / biromantic  traits:                  + outgoing, generous, brave, selfless, sarcastic           – temperamental, angry, assuming, accusing, snarky   physical features: numerous scars from Arkham torture and beating.                                 NO autopsy scar. NO ‘j’ brand.  occupation: vigilante  notable connections: Bruce Wayne (adopted father, estranged), Catherine Todd (biological mother, estranged), Dick Grayson (brother, estranged), Tim Drake (brother, former adversary, estranged but less so), Barbara Gordon (sister-figure, adversary, notso estranged), Cassandra Cain (sister), Stephanie Brown (sister), Damian Wayne (brother, adversary, friend, its complicated), Duke Thomas (getting to know him but brother), Roy Harper (friend, teammate), Starfire (teammate) 

BACKGROUND:

My major difference from other Jason Todd blogs is my severe love for the Arkham Knight storyline and I’ve incorporated it into my mainverse bio. For anyone that wants the FULL full breakdown, see [ here ] 

For everyone else, here’s a sparknotes of MY version of Jason as it is a mixture of several of his backgrounds / lores: 

Jason was a streetrat on the streets of Gotham with dad in prison and mom addicted. He was caught stealing tires off the Batmobile and taken in by the Batman. 

Jason was trained by Bats but sent to the Titans (hbo) to learn some control alongside Dick.  Jason was kidnapped, injured, and thrown off a skyscraper by enemy Deathstroke and afterward his mental health declined as PTSD took hold the rest of the Titans turned on him. He returned to Bruce not long after. (bruce did NOT leave in my verses, Jason returned to Bats and returned to training) 

*non comic compliant* Jason hunted the Joker down and against Batman’s orders went to confront him, resulting in him being beaten into submission with the infamous crowbar. Jason awoke trapped and bound in the basement of Arkham Asylum, where he'd spend the next 6 months being tortured, abused, broken down and brainwashed into The Arkham Knight.

Joker sends a video to Batman of Jason being beaten to death with the crowbar rather than shot and its Crane / Scarecrow that resurrects the boy in the Lazarus Pit to continue what Joker started. Once risen, Jason's mind is as broken as his body was, and with Crane now in charge, soon The Arkham Knight is all that's left.

From there the events of Arkham Knight happen as canon. 

RP typically picks up post-arkham. Jason took over the crime syndicate of Gotham as Red Hood, not stopping it per se but keeping it manageable, allowing low level baddies to do their business as long as their customers are of age & they keep the violence among each other. To go after children, to allow innocent death in your crossfire, will bring a very angry Red Hood to your doorstep, & you likely won't live to tell the tale.

Now he's living day by day as a vigilante, keeping tabs on "his" city and occasionally teaming up when he feels like it. He's often at odds with Batman and the batfam but always available to have their backs if necessary. He'll claim to not care about anyone or anything anymore, but trifle with his brothers and sisters at your own risk.

IMPORTANT NOTES:

1. Joker is not dead in any verse I play. Not in AK, not in Titans. Jason's resentment and drive for revenge is driven majorly by the fact that Joker brutally killed him and still Bruce refused to kill the clown for it. In my opinion, it's a huge thing for his character and I'm not compromising on it.

2.  Because I'm mixing lores so the timelines get messy, my Jason died&resurrected at 19 years old: 

Adopted by Bruce: 12/13 years old

Robin w/ Bruce: 13-17

Robin w/ Titans: 17-18

"Not" Robin, captured, tortured, killed: 18-19 

Arkham Knight: 19-22

Red Hood: 22+

BIO. / mainverse (default) genre: angst, generally  TW: violence, gore, killing, torture mentions, PTSD playable age: 22+ (generally ~25) 

Picks up in the timeline where Jason has become Red Hood post-Arkham-Knight.

Most open of the verses, available for a wide array of plotting as Jason's just flitting around doing whatever he wants to better Gotham

Default age will likely be around 25ish but will adjust to appropriate age-difference when playing with batfam members.

Jason has mostly come to terms with what happened to him in Arkham, but still has severe PTSD and certain things will still trigger him, usually to violent ends.

love/hate relationship with his family

best friend: roy harper

BIO. / titansverse (by request) genre: titans hbo TW: mentions of suicidal thoughts  playable age: 17

default to Titans-team-era Jason.

this verse takes place while Jason is in the Titans in San Francisco.

available for pre and post-Deathstroke capture

Post-capture Jason does have PTSD from being captured & the fall. This shows itself in disassociation, bodily hyper-vigilance ("muscle armoring"), irritability, flashbacks, insomnia, nightmares, suicidal idealization and an actual attempt after he feels the team has turned on him.

BIO. / #arkhamknightreigns (by request)

genre: Arkham Knight game  genre: canon divergent  playable age: 22+  TW: killing 

open to plotting, not as "easy" to plot as the mainverse or titans as it relies on completely alternate happenings to the universe.– playable age: 22+

alternate universe where Jason succeeds at killing Batman. He proceeds to kill Scarecrow live on air and "save" Gotham, becoming the new hero of the city. Arkham Knight takes over Gotham and establishes a military-style takeover where *he's* in charge and all crime is only what he allows to exist.

He takes control of Crane's henchmen, as well as Roman's after his death, and Arkham Knight's police state is born.– It's a funny loophole space for the Justice League where no one can really prove whether AK or Scarecrow killed Batman and while Gotham is in a martial law / police state situation, AK is technically keeping crime down and innocent bystanders are more scared but physically safer than they had been previously.

[blacksupremacy86]

Circus Of Crime Downfall: Iron Man

Part 1

Clark Kent, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd happily listen to my explanation of my old scheme to claim another billionaire.

A quick phone call through the connection network of business men, and set him up to own all of them.

They listen to me with bright gleeful in a ecstatic glow of happiness wash over them.

“Will you three serve me with all you have to give me?”

“Kneel at my feet now, and swear claim of absolute allegiance.”

“Yes sir, I Clark Kent solemnly swear to be all you need.”

I pat his head handing him a informative cd rom package with the schematics for Stark Tower.

He smirks at my touch lifting in to the air spinning out of his uniform in to suit.

He blows me a kiss flying off in to the deep distance, and serve me forever.

Part 2

Clark Kent sits at the desk of the powerful Tony Stark at Stark industries entering tie room;

Tony enters in style with a small shrug off his shoulders, a wide smile on his face and he offers his hands.

I use my hand to swiftly shove the dossier case file across the table in to his lap.

Tony rolls his eyes at me opening the file he cracks up, and reads over it.

“What is this it’s gives none sense right?”

Tony asks me.

“Sir Master Lawrence, who is he?” Tony questions.”

“Read the fine print you moron.” Tony states.

“Fuck you! I am out of here you sucker”

Tony smirk jumping out of the window in a bid to out run me flipping his watch switch everything sets up.

He free falling as millions of people watch him crash through the window and nano tech rise.

Covering his body they spread like wild fire cloaking him from injury and form his famous suit.

“I hate to be a downer but your little effort was for not” Tony teases him.

“Now, now Tony either you are come with me or you lose.”

“I’ll take the third option and escape”

“Insulant fool, if it’s a chase you want “

Clark propels himself in to the air out of his clothes pops the familiar red, yellow and blue.

“Man of Steel eh?”

Clark descends after him tackling him to the street below, and almost in success Tony is injected with a hypnosis serum.

“I obey Master Lawrence “

The end

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 21/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Twenty-One: Moonflower

Saru joined them for dinner, sitting beside Jason at the dinner table, silently enjoying the warmth of the occasion. Damian folded his hands after he finished eating. Damian wiped his hands and grabbed his gift, handing it to Jason. Jason set his fork aside and wiped his mouth before kissing Damian atop his head. “You didn’t have to get me a gift,” Jason smiled. 

Jason opened the palm-sized box to reveal a pocket watch. It was heavy, decorated with flowers carved in dark silver. It wasn’t a gift between two children. No. It was a gift between brothers. It was a gift given with a particular amount of elegance and sentiment. Jason opened the pocket watch and ran his fingers over the engraving. “ To Gēgē with love. -Didi.” Jason pinned the clip to his pocket. 

“Damian,” Jason whispered. He pulled Damian onto his knee and showered his brother in kisses. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

Damian pretended he didn’t love every second of it. “I’m not a baby,” Damian whispered. 

Jason nodded. “You’re right… But you are my baby brother,” Jason smiled. 

“Do you like it?” Damian asked. 

“It’s beautiful, Di,” Jason replied. Saru nodded in agreeance. Damian smiled.

Jason finished eating while he held Damian, and Saru looked at Talia for permission to give Jason his next gift. Talia nodded. Saru touched Jason’s arm. The box was neatly wrapped with a velvet ribbon, and the weight of the box was evenly distributed. Jason held eye contact with Saru as he carefully unwrapped the box. “I had them recreated in the image of the one in your book,” Saru explained. Jason opened the box and removed the lightweight dagger. The hilt was decorated with emeralds and rubies, encased in a red velvet and gold scabbard. “I know it’s not the—.” Jason smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, rendering Saru speechless. 

“Thank you, Saru. I’ll take it with me everywhere I go,” Jason whispered, “And I’ll think of you.” 

Damian looked at Talia and Ra’s. “Do you mind if I go next?” Talia questioned. Ra’s smiled, gesturing for Talia to go on. Talia kissed his forehead as she gave him a hand-wrapped gift. Jason thanked her and unwrapped his gift to reveal a handbound and painted travel journal. Its linen cloth binding was the canvas for a painting of the garden. Jason’s favorite place on the island. He smiled, opening the pages to realize it was a journal. “You read so many stories… And I know you have stories of your own.” 

“Thank you, Mama. I’ll have to think of something spectacular to write about,” Jason grinned. Ra’s stood up and kissed the top of Jason’s head. “I’ll see you after dinner,” Ra’s whispered. Jason nodded. Everyone stared as Ra’s left them alone in the room. Everyone looked puzzled as Jason quietly resumed his meal. He quickly ate, but not fast enough to seem desperate. 

“Thank you all for tonight,” Jason whispered. He let Damian sit in his seat after he left, and Jason crept down the hallway until he reached Ra’s room. Ra’s answered before Jason knocked. 

“Come in. I won’t keep you long,” Ra’s reassured him. Jason obeyed. Ra’s gave Jason the dossier he retrieved from his grandmother. 

“Did I do something—?” 

“This is yours. It’s everything you need to know about your family in Gotham… Including the current location of your birth mother,” Ra’s explained.

“I thought you couldn’t bring her—.” 

Ra’s raised a hand. “Catherine merely adopted you after marrying your father… Your mother’s name is Sheila Haywood. She’s alive,” Ra’s interrupted. Jason tensed. “If you choose to see her, I’ll offer you every resource to find her. If … If that’s what you want.” 

Jason wrung his hands, frowning as he meditated on the thought of his biological mother being alive. “You—. Do you not want me anymore?” Jason questioned. “You’re an al Ghul. This is your home no matter what you decide to do from here on out. There are no consequences for your choice,” Ra’s replied, “You will always have a home here.” 

Jason swallowed hard. 

“I can’t—. Will you wait until I’m gone before you tell Mama?” I asked. Ra’s nodded. “I will return… I’m not sure when, but I promise you. I give my word.” Ra’s smiled. 

“I believe you,” Ra’s replied, “Would you like anyone to accompany you?” 

“No. I should do this alone. I’ll leave quietly tomorrow night. Thank you for this. Thank you,” Jason smiled, but his chest was tight and his eyes filled up with tears. Ra’s let him leave, and he ran into Saru in the hallway. 

“Hi,” Saru smiled. 

“Saru, would you like to take a walk with me in the garden?” Jason asked. Saru took his hand and followed him. Jason led her to his favorite tree and sat beside her. 

“Something’s wrong. Is it your gift? I—.” Jason held her hand to his heart. 

“I’m going away for a while. I can’t tell you when I’ll return, but I can’t—. You can’t tell my mother. Okay?” Jason asked. Saru sighed, smiling as she nodded. “And your gift was perfect. I’m telling you because you can’t follow me… I’m telling you because I know you don’t like it when people disappear.” Saru kissed his cheek. 

“Thank you for being thoughtful,” Saru whispered. Jason smiled at her. “What?” 

“Could I—?” Saru nodded, leaning in for a kiss. Saru cradled his face in her hands. Jason pulled away and laughed. 

“I love you,” Saru blurted out before chewing her lip. “I mean—.”

“I love you, Saru,” Jason grinned. Saru playfully pushed his face away. 

“Let me braid your hair. I want you to look beautiful when you leave,” Saru whispered. Jason nodded.

“Tomorrow. It’s late, and I should spend time with Damian tonight. He’s leaving too,” Jason replied. Saru sighed and kissed his cheek. 

“Alright… Tomorrow morning?” she questioned. 

“Tomorrow morning,” Jason replied as he escorted her inside, “Goodnight.” 

Jason showered and changed into his pajamas before knocking on Damian’s bedroom door. “Di, are you in here?” Jason asked. Damian opened the door and rubbed his eyes. “Did I wake you?” 

Damian nodded, grabbing Jason’s hand and leading him to bed. “Gé, don’t be sad,” Damian whispered. They sat down on Damian’s bed. 

“I don’t know how not to be sad… I’m sorry. Didi, I want you to be careful out there. Okay?” Jason whispered. Damian looked Jason in the eye. 

“After this trip, I’ll be like you—.” Something inside of Jason broke. He stood Damian up and pushed a finger to his chest. 

“Promise me you won’t be like me. Promise me you’ll be smarter than me and more careful and—.” Damian frowned. “I don’t break… But you—. You have to be better than me because you don’t have the same advantages. Promise me you’ll be more careful.” 

Damian stared at Jason. “You worry more than Mama,” Damian whispered before wrapping his arms around Jason’s neck. “I’ll be careful… And Gē? Can you tell me about how we met?” 

Jason relaxed. Jason let Damian lay down as he lay propped up on one elbow beside his younger brother. “I was twelve… And I don’t remember much about that night, but I remember feeling frightened. I didn’t know my way around, so I must’ve wandered the halls for a while before I saw you. I was crying, but you weren’t. You stared at me with your thumb in your mouth, and Mama didn’t see it, but you—. You waved at me. My hands were wrapped up, so I couldn’t use them. I slept in here with you that night. You fed me grapes for breakfast and told me your name. 

“To you, we were always brothers…. And that’s why I cherish you the way I do. I’ve never had a brother before I met you,” Jason whispered. He stopped to look at Damian as he lay fast asleep with tiny arms outstretched. “No one will ever change that, Damian.”

[reading-while-queer]

Hi, I was wondering if you could recommend any LGBT fantasy that isn’t based in a highschool? Thanks

Hi! Thanks for sending in this question, I would be glad to!

Books I recommend: Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo (Review) Ensemble cast of criminals pull off a heist in a magical original setting, during the rise of a fascist regime. YA.

With Roses in Their Hair by Ennis Bashe (Review) (Read Here) Lesbian retelling of Tam Lin in a fantasy/dystopian setting. Adult short story.

Peter Darling by Austin Chant (Review) A trans and gay reimagining of Peter Pan. Adult.

Quoria by Calhoun Crimin (Read Here) An early 20th century-inspired fantasy setting starring a con man-turned-detective who gets in way over his head solving magical crimes. YA appropriate.

Amberlough Dossier by Lara Elena Donnelly (Review) Speculative rather than strictly fantasy (it takes place in a non-magical original 30s-inspired setting), the series is about spies and revolutionaries facing the rise of fascism. Adult.

Heartwood ed. Joamette Gil (Review) A collection of non-binary comics from various authors, all with fae inspiration. YA appropriate.

Huntress by Malinda Lo (Review) Two girls must go on a journey to the city of the fairy queen to restore the balance of nature. YA.

Nimona by Noelle Stevenson (Review) A fantasy comic about a shapeshifter, and the villainous Lord Blackheart she works for. YA appropriate.

Taproot by Keezy Young (Review) A gardener who can see ghosts gets involved with something bigger when his ghost friends find themselves transported to a creepy forest on another plane of existence. YA appropriate.

Books I’m excited about (but haven’t read): Cinderella is Dead by Kalynn Bayron (Goodreads) It’s 200 years after Cinderella found her prince, but the fairy tale is over. Teen girls are now required to appear at the Annual Ball, where the men of the kingdom select wives based on a girl’s display of finery. If a suitable match is not found, the girls not chosen are never heard from again. Sixteen-year-old Sophia would much rather marry Erin, her childhood best friend, than parade in front of suitors. At the ball, Sophia makes the desperate decision to flee, and finds herself hiding in Cinderella’s mausoleum. There, she meets Constance, the last known descendant of Cinderella and her step sisters. Together they vow to bring down the king once and for all–and in the process, they learn that there’s more to Cinderella’s story than they ever knew… YA. (Blurb from Goodreads)

Stealing Thunder by Alina Boyden (Goodreads) By night, Razia Khan is one of the most sought-after dancing girls in the desert city of Bikampur. Later in the night, she is its most elusive thief. When Razia finds herself dancing for the maharaja's son, the handsome prince Arjun, she knows that she's playing with fire. As a trans girl, known as a hijra, she can never be a wife to any man, and as the former crown prince of the Sultanate of Nizam, she guards her identity carefully, lest her father's assassins find her. But in the dragon-riding prince of Bikampur, Razia sees not just a ticket out of the gutter, but a kindred spirit. (Quoted from NoveList)

Once & Future by Amy Rose Capetta (Goodreads) When Ari crash-lands on Old Earth and pulls a magic sword from its ancient resting place, she is revealed to be the newest reincarnation of King Arthur. Then she meets Merlin, who has aged backward over the centuries into a teenager, and together they must break the curse that keeps Arthur coming back. YA. (Quoted from Goodreads)

Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst (Goodreads) Betrothed since childhood to the prince of Mynaria, Princess Dennaleia has always known what her future holds. Her marriage will seal the alliance between Mynaria and her homeland, protecting her people from other hostile lands. But Denna has a secret. She possesses an Affinity for fire—a dangerous gift for the future queen of a kingdom where magic is forbidden. YA. (Quoted from Goodreads)

Pet by Akweke Emezi (Goodreads) In a near-future society that claims to have gotten rid of all monstrous people, a creature emerges from a painting seventeen-year-old Jam's mother created, a hunter from another world seeking a real-life monster. YA. (quoted from NoveList)

Spellhacker by M.K. England (Goodreads) Magic was a natural resource until a corporation used a magical earthquake as an excuse to make magic a controlled substance - and an outrageously expensive one. Diz and her friends run an illegal magic-siphoning operation, and are about to pull their last heist. YA. (Paraphrased from Goodreads)

Black Leopard, Red Wolf by Marlon James (Goodreads) A mix of fantasy and African history and myth. Tracker is sent to track down a boy who disappeared three years ago, and must break his rule of working alone, joined by a shapeshifting man/leopard, and other strange characters. Adult. (paraphrased from Goodreads).

The City We Became by N. K. Jemison (Goodreads) An evil stirs in the underbelly of NYC, threatening to destroy the city and her 6 avatars. Adult. (paraphrased from NoveList)

The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune (Goodreads) Linus Baker leads a quiet, solitary life. At forty, he lives in a tiny house with a devious cat and his old records. As a Case Worker at the Department in Charge Of Magical Youth, he spends his days overseeing the well-being of children in government-sanctioned orphanages. Adult. (Quoted from Goodreads)

Ash by Malinda Lo (Goodreads) In this variation on the Cinderella story, Ash grows up believing in the fairy realm that the king and his philosophers have sought to suppress, until one day she must choose between a handsome fairy cursed to love her and the King's Huntress whom she loves. YA. (Quoted from NoveList)

Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan (Goodreads) Each year, eight beautiful girls are chosen as Paper Girls to serve the king. It's the highest honor they could hope for...and the most demeaning. This year, there's a ninth. And instead of paper, she's made of fire. YA. (Quoted from Goodreads)

Shark by Kevaughn Ryder (Goodreads) Silver Shark, youngest of the royal family of Near Shallows, has been having strange dreams for many nights. He barely remembers them, except for a handsome man with a beautiful smile.On his first trip to the surface, Shark is horrified to discover that the man is human; a creature feared and hated by those of his underwater kingdom. In his confusion, Shark commits unspeakable treachery: he saves this human from drowning. Age range unknown. (Quoted from Ryderworlds.wordpress.com)

Everfair by Nisi Shawl (Goodreads) Everfair is a wonderful Neo-Victorian alternate history novel that explores the question of what might have come of Belgium's disastrous colonization of the Congo if the native populations had learned about steam technology a bit earlier. Fabian Socialists from Great Britian join forces with African-American missionaries to purchase land from the Belgian Congo's "owner," King Leopold II. This land, named Everfair, is set aside as a safe haven, an imaginary Utopia for native populations of the Congo as well as escaped slaves returning from America and other places where African natives were being mistreated. Adult. (Blurb from Goodreads).

The Deep & Dark Blue by Niki Smith (Goodreads) After a terrible political coup usurps their noble house, Hawke and Grayson flee to stay alive and assume new identities, Hanna and Grayce. Desperation and chance lead them to the Communion of Blue, an order of magical women who spin the threads of reality to their will. Middle Grade. (Quoted from Goodreads)

The Deep by Rivers Solomon (Goodreads) Yetu holds the memories for her people—water-dwelling descendants of pregnant African slave women thrown overboard by slave owners—who live idyllic lives in the deep. Their past, too traumatic to be remembered regularly, is forgotten by everyone, save one—the historian. This demanding role has been bestowed on Yetu. Adult. (Quoted from Goodreads)

Crier's War by Nina Varela (Goodreads) After the War of Kinds ravaged the kingdom of Rabu, the Automae, Designed to be the playthings of royals, took over the estates of their owners and bent the human race to their will. YA. (Quoted from Goodreads)

A Taste of Honey by Kai Ashante Wilson (Goodreads) After meeting a handsome Dalucan soldier, Aqib bmg Sadiqi, a fourth cousin to the royal family and son of the Master of Beasts, struggles with his family's expectations and the love he feels for Lucrio. Adult. (Blurb from NoveList).

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Dark Knights - Character Dossiers

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/jlfNPQF by TheJSmooth8124 From the files of the Batcomputer come altered versions of The Dark Knight. From Bruce Wayne himself to his successors who proudly carry on his legacy, these are the profiles of the Knights from the Meta-verse/Metal-verse. Words: 242, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Dark Knights Meta-verse Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), DCU (Comics), God of War (Video Games), Darksiders (Video Games), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), L.A. Noire, Halo (Video Games) & Related Fandoms, DC Elseworlds Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi Characters: Bruce Wayne, Devastator | Dark Earth-1 Bruce Wayne, Red Death | Dark Earth-52 Bruce Wayne, The Merciless | Dark Earth-12 Bruce Wayne, The Drowned | Dark Earth-11 Bryce Wayne, Grim Knight | Dark Earth-0 Bruce Wayne, Dawnbreaker | Dark Earth-32 Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Original Batfamily Member(s) (DCU), Noble Six | SPARTAN-B312 Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Terry McGinnis/Dana Tan, Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/jlfNPQF

[maybeweexisttobleed]

Una passeggiata al JFK. La luna crescente ormai stava raggiungendo la piena forma, il cielo era limpido e le persone si stavano godendo le prime serate autunnali. Le solite chiacchiere, una passeggiata con la scorta a pochi metri da loro. Era strano trovarsi a parlare con Dylan Grayson. Il suo nome saltava fuori in un dossier, sapeva che era tenuto sotto scorta per ragioni di sicurezza e la Human Brotherhood aveva messo un bersaglio proprio su quel dottore gentile quanto riservato. L'aveva visto in un altre tre occasioni, una in più una in meno. Parlavano spesso del lavoro, ma non oltrepassavano mai l'etica professionale e quella sera, ogni discorso venne messo da parte quando lui la prese per il braccio. Lui le disse che le era sembrato di aver visto Sam Reed.

Com'era possibile?

Erano nel cuore della City, a due passi dalla fontana del Plaza. Forse, si disse lei, aveva solo visto qualcuno che le somigliava. Alle volte la mente gioca dei brutti scherzi, ma sapeva anche che ogni sospetto andava verificato. La camminata s'interruppe e lei fece cenno alla scorta di alzare la guardia e fare una verifica.

Sam Reed. Sam.

Non l'aveva mai vista dal vivo ma erano sufficienti i suoi reati e la sua fama, le foto segnaletiche e la sfilza di rapporti PPD sul suo conto. Peccato che Grayson la intercettò per primo, si staccò da lei e corse verso quella donna lontana e voltata di spalle. Alexandra gli urlò di fermarsi, la scorta stessa corse verso di lui e Grayson ignorò le parole di lei e seminò tutti. Però non era l'unico problema, c'era anche Nora Stephens, ferma immobile a guardarli. A quel punto dovette decidere in fretta e lasciò, l'ingrato compito di rincorrere Dylan, alla sua scorta di poliziotti.

Robin Hood. Sbirretta. Quante prese in giro. Sapevano come sarebbe andata a finire.

Uno sparo, una freccia scoccata. Nora sparò contro la detective, la ferì di nuovo alla spalla destra. Alexandra rispose al fuoco ma fu del tutto inutile, la freccia venne schivata con velocità che di certo non era di un comune essere umano. La fece parlare, era così che le avevano insegnato a fare in Accademia. All'anticrimine, sotto Voight, qualcuno avrebbe già sparato in un punto vitale... Un tiro istintivo, un tiro dovuto ad agente ferito. Lei però non era come il suo Sergente NYPD, era il lato puro della squadra. Quella esclusa dai casini, un fiore da non sporcare o calpestare. Ora invece c'era solo un proiettile nella spalla, il dolore di dover resistere e reggere un arco. Bruciava e sanguinava.

Esattamente come venti giorni fa.

I rinforzi stavano per arrivare, ma si sentiroo uno, due spari. Era Sam Reed che affrontava Dylan Grayson ma non lo uccise e nemmeno lo ferì gravemente.

La scorta corse verso Dylan, Reed e Stephens, invece, scapparono. Arrivarono i rinforzi e loro erano già fuggite lontano da quella piazza dov'era rimasto solo qualche stupido curioso.

L'ambulanza, l'arrivo al Philadelphia General Hospital. La sua bella giacca tagliata, i vestiti scostati e il foro d'ingresso del proiettile ancora lì. Le avevano spappolato un pezzo di osso "sarà un lavoro di microchirurgia" glielo dissero dopo la RX e prima che l'anestesia facesse effetto.

Poi, di nuovo, il buio.

[cyoza]

shrike

I was not going to post on here and I tried like 5 times but for some reason the ao3 link isn’t showing up in the tags sand I’m feeling very frustrated so I’m just going to upload the first chapter on here and then the rest of the chapters will be on ao3 because it took me forever last time to get all the chapters together here 

I’m going to post the link to my ao3 at the end and see if it works this time but its literally giving me a headache lol 

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In his 3 years as a protective agent of the CIA, Dick Grayson had never once slept past his alarm. However, he’d never felt the urge stronger than he did that morning. Even with the blaring siren of his alarm sounding, he’d lay staring at the ceiling for the few minutes he could spare wishing he could hit the snooze button. 

For the next 6 months. 

Dick had been very lucky in his 5 year career, shadowing various important but interesting diplomats and thus learning a lot more than the average person about the world and often top secret information. But it seemed like his luck had run out. For he was to spend the next 6 months babysitting some spoiled, pampered princess. 

Kory Anders had definitely built up a reputation for herself - and not necessarily a good one. From his research, he had found multiple articles that described her short temper, recklessness and honestly almost careless attitude towards dating; a new man or woman on her arm every month. It didn’t help that she was an actual princess which meant that guarding her was going to be a bigger pain in the ass than usual. When it came to Royals, they would feel more comfortable with their own services as well as CIA protection which made it all the more difficult to get the job done. Safe to say there was no real part of him looking forward to the task. 

But Dick got up anyway, clicking off both his phone alarm and battery back up along the way. He got ready in a daze, cruising on autopilot until he stood in front of the mirror adjacent to his front door. White shirt crisp and immaculate as usual, dark navy tie placed perfectly at the centre, all pulled together with a sharp angled black blazer. 

A picture of a model agent. 

Bruce Wayne would be proud. 

Dick watched as his eyes narrowed automatically at the thought but he forced himself to relax; he didn’t need anymore tension in his body today and thinking about his adoptive father wasn’t going to help.  

So he grabbed his keys and made his way to work, again not really present for the journey but the dread that settled in him as he pulled into the parking lot forcibly ejected him out of his reverie and back to reality. 

He tried to ignore it, doing the best he could to seem like his charismatic but professional self as he made it through security. Saying hello to Joe as he x-rayed his bag and commenting on Max’s new hair do as she scanned through his fingerprints and ID before making his way through the halls to the DS’s office. 

He paused facing the heavy mahogany door, bracing himself before knocking. 

‘Come in,’ was the gruff reply. 

Dick let out a sigh before entering, shutting the door softly behind him and making his way to stand by the double burgundy leather arm chairs opposite the mahogany desk. 

Directorate of Support Officer Charles ‘Chip’ Wenthem looked every bit the stereotypical middle-aged officer was to be expected to look. Thick grey caterpillar moustache with a matching buzzcut and permanently stress induced protruding coronary in the neck. 

‘Ah Grayson, good you’re here. The Royal Family will be here any minute. I know this isn’t the best assignment but I want you to put your best foot forward, alright? We really need this to go well.’ 

‘Of course, sir. Looking forward to doing the best I can for my country as always.’ He lied, giving him a tense but polite smile that neither reassured nor reinforced his statement. Yet neither of them mentioned anything, knowing the job would get done either way to an exemplary standard anyway. 

‘Glad to hear it, son. Now, as explained in the dossier, you’ll be guarding the Princess Kory Anders of Tamaran along with her personal protection services named Faddei Adeliyi. You’ve done this enough times that I don’t need to hold your hand, Grayson, but proceed with caution. The Tamaranians keep to themselves so we don’t know much about them for a background on customs. Follow their lead and watch yourself. You’re one of my best agents and I don’t want you to get kicked off this case for something stupid, alright?’ 

Dick suddenly felt the tension he’d tried very hard to suppress return to his body at full force. Chip was a good DS but it was times like this that he felt his patience with him was paper thin. 10 years of experience in law enforcement with 5 of them in covert operations just to have him speak to him like he was a teenager fresh out the force on his first mission. Dick bit back his frustration and gave him another tight smile but before he could speak again, there was a knock at the door prior to Chip’s mousy assistant poking his head through. 

‘Um, sir, we have the Tamaranean Royal family through security and here to see you.’ Arthur spoke quietly, shifting his eyes rapidly between Chip and the floor. Even after 2 years working here, Arthur was still terrified of every single thing; it was a wonder how he even got the job. 

‘Send them in.’ Chip waved his hand in confirmation sending Arthur’s head back around the door before he came back to swing it wide open again. 

Dick had seen beautiful people in his life as he seemed to always fall into their orbit unintentionally. But they all paled in comparison to the people who walked in the room in those next 5 minutes. The man who walked in after Arthur could only be described as ethereal. Towering taller than any other person Dick had come into contact with, it wasn’t his height that commanded the attention in the room nor was it his transfixing good looks. His shoulder length dark locs framed his face and corresponded with his gruff beard, which were both laced through with grey and emphasised the high slant of his cheekbones. It was his eyes, however, that drew the attention to the face, a gleaming brilliant gold that seemed luminescent even in the poorly lit office. But it was neither of these things that person would be enthralled by. Rather the aura around him was so authoritative and regal that it demanded an attention that you never wanted to withdraw. He seemed to glide as he walked into the room, his mulberry chiffon-like robe swishing around him as if there was a breeze that existed only for him. Dick could only assume he was the King, especially with the thin intricately woven golden crown he wore, pinning back some of his locs. 

Even the guards that trailed behind him were some of the most stunning guards he’d ever seen, despite them dimming in comparison to the King. A man and a woman, again taller than the average person and again dressed in a similar shade of mauve to the King but more combat appropriate. Dick felt his knowledge of gender binary being challenged as he observed them both, the woman’s head shaved with a complex design tattooed across the expanse and the man with equally elaborate braids running across his scalp and trailing down his back. He had never felt more inferior in his life, even with Bruce Wayne as a father. 

Dick’s attention was brought back to Chip as he made his way around the desk to greet them. 

‘Your Majesty King Myand’r, welcome to the US. It is our utmost pleasure to be able to host you on your stay here.’ Chip had never sounded or looked more nervous in his life, this interaction clearly having the same effect on him as it was having on Dick. 

‘Thank you..Charles, is it?’ He questioned, moving forward to extend a hand which ‘Charles’ anxiously but gratefully accepted. ‘And you must be Dick.’ He turned to Dick and stretched out a hand toward him too. 

‘Yes, Your Majesty.’ Dick hoped his voice sounded strong and stable but he made sure that his handshake was, uncharacteristically wanting to exert himself, as futile as he felt it was. 

‘So you’re the one protecting my daughter. Then let me introduce, my eldest daughter - Princess Koriand’r.’

King Myand’r stepped aside and it felt like all the breath had been punched out of Dick’s lungs. He had seen pictures, of course, but as beautiful as she was in them, they all felt like insults compared to the real thing. Dick didn’t know where to look first, completely overwhelmed by her presence. She seemed to be a head shorter than her father so she still dwarfed everyone in the room and it didn’t help that the vivid scarlet curls that sat atop her head gave her added inches that she really didn’t need. The crimson coils seemed to halo her face in a heart shape, her cheekbones high and sharp like her father’s and just like her father, her eyes were transfixing. Bright and shimmering, they mimicked his luminosity but hers were an emerald green that paralleled the jewels themselves. They were only emphasised by the glittery gold eyeshadow she wore, her pouty full lips also painted with a dark maroon. 

Dick knew he was being rude but he couldn’t help but look at her. It was difficult to look away, especially when she also wasn’t wearing very much. As relatively warm as it was in Virginia in September, it definitely didn’t warrant the outfit she wore, or lack thereof. Again she wore a varying shade of purple to her counterparts, but this time it covered way less. Clothed in a light cotton skirt he could barely call a skirt, it reached the floor but the two high slits travelling up her legs all the way to her hips left very little to the imagination so her legs seemed to go on forever which were only highlighted by the 5 inch gold gladiator sandals she was wearing. Her midriff was also bare, the top she was wearing covering her breasts and not very much else, wrapping around them with two tiny trivial spaghetti straps holding the fabric up. 

Dick felt like he had been staring at her for a lifetime but it was probably only 10 seconds, so he cleared his throat and stepped forward to greet her. 

‘Princess Koriand’r, hello. My name is Dick Grayson, I’ll be forming part of your protective team while you are here in the US. It is very nice to meet you and it’s an honour to be guarding you.’ Dick stepped forward to extend a hand to her but was taken aback when she merely rolled her eyes to the side and ignored his outreached hand to fold her arms. 

Dick looked frantically between the King and Chip dropping his hand and worried that he’d made a faux pas and offended her within a minute of meeting her. But he had merely taken the cue from her father with a handshake. Maybe it was different for different genders? Perhaps he was supposed to curtsey or bow? 

‘You must excuse my daughter, Mr Grayson, she is proving difficult to convince that she does in fact need your services. She is quite headstrong which is a trait we admire in our country as it shows strength. But in times like this, we could possibly do without it.’ He explained before gesturing to his daughter.

‘You don’t need to talk about me like I’m not here, Father.’

Dick reeled hearing her voice; it was rich and melodic and suited her perfectly. 

‘Well, Koriand’r, start acting like you are here and maybe I won’t have to,’ the King retorted. 

‘I don’t see why we have to be here at all. I am a trained warrior, there is no way that I could benefit from having these feeble h-’ 

‘Koriand’r, that’s enough!’ He cut her off sharply, eyes suddenly blazing. ‘It is time to stop acting like a child and act like you are next in line for the throne, for X’hal’s sake. The CIA were kind enough to extend their services to us while we are here and we were grateful to accept. You shall greet Mr Grayson here appropriately and behave yourself whilst you are under his care.’ 

Dick could see the fury building under her guise as her father admonished her, obviously wanting to argue when her body abruptly relaxed. She swung her head to face Dick, a wide, sultry smile on her face before making her way to stop a few inches in front of him, hips swaying enticingly as she strolled over. He only hoped his swirling mind wasn’t evident and his professional facade was still in place as he inhaled her sweet rosy scent. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he tried to keep control of himself and not let himself be party to whatever game she was trying to play.

‘Hello, Mr Grayson, it’s a pleasure. I can only thank you for your service and I look forward to being under your care.’ She purred, lifting her hand towards him. 

Oh, these 6 months were going to be longer than expected. 

- 

Further chapters: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21785914

[raybyanothername]

The Batman AU I'll Never Finish

I've had this outlined for...two years? The question is: How does the Batfamily come together if Bruce never became Batman? With a few more coincidences and a lot less deaths.

This is, essentially, a synopsis of what would be a much, much longer fic. One that I'll probably never actually write to it's potential, but that I would love to write one-shots for.

The Synopsis

The story starts the same. Martha and Thomas Wayne are killed, Bruce sees it happen. It's a defining moment in shaping who Bruce Wayne is, who he becomes. Which is to say, Bruce is still a commitment-phobic playboy with a heart of gold, he's just also a ruthless businessman man and philanthropist whose smile brings terror to the hearts of the corrupt.

Batman is never born.

The Martha Wayne Foundation and Wayne Enterprises prosper under the strong hold of their young captain. The tabloids call him Brucie as a joke and he mocks them in his interviews right back. It's the most stable relationship he has, outside Alfred of course.

When he watches the Flying Graysons fall, Bruce sees himself in the orphan left behind. There is no version of Bruce Wayne that doesn't offer Dick Grayson a home. He's too young to be his father, but he gives it his all.

Dick Grayson goes to all the best schools, knows all the influential people, and has every opportunity and privilege afforded to him as Bruce's son. When he's 18, he joins the Bludhaven PD - to make a difference, to serve justice, to make all of his parents proud. He is…confused…when he comes home to find another young orphan in Bruce's house.

Bruce finds Jason with a tire iron in hand, stealing the last tire off his limo. The boy has a chip on his shoulder and a glint in his eyes. Bruce takes him for burgers. He's not as young as when Dick came into his house, but he's still not old enough to be a father. Jason doesn't seem to mind much.

Jason goes to the same schools that Dick had. Dick stumbles and starts through brotherhood - Jason does mind that. He's rough around the edges in all the ways that Dick was soft and the Gotham Elite will never accept him. Bruce quickly learns why parenting two children is harder than one and thanks the heavens he never had any siblings.

Tim Drake is an observant child, only a little younger than Jason, and it is due to both of their earlier upbringings they end up in the same class. Once a stalker, always a stalker, but Jason catches on when Tim fumbles with a book in the library. The ensuing confrontation does not go as Jason expects.

"I thought you were cool." "Me?!" "Yeah. You're always reading a different book and your essay on Jane Austen was enlightened." "…how did you read my essay-" "I have a spy camera."

The friendship worries Bruce, but not nearly so much as the Drakes constant absence. The guest room next to Jason's bedroom holds more of Tim's things than the room he has at home and Alfred puts his name on the chore chart within a month.

Jason and Tim are sixteen when they decide to investigate the mask vigilantes of Gotham. Tim has a spy camera after all and it would be a shame to waste. As long as they're home by midnight Alfred won't rat them out to Bruce.

It takes two weeks to figure out that the ferocious Red Angel is actually Bruce's cousin Kate. Jason spends twenty minutes trying to figure out how he missed it before - she'd once skipped out on a Rosh Hashana celebration to fight the Joker! Really, he should've known. Tim laughs at him for another five before Kate calls Bruce. He is unamused.

They never do manage to find the Oracle, but they catch glimpes of the Birds of Prey and they literally stumble into the Spoiler. Stephanie Brown gives them all she's got on the Cluemaster and they publish it in the school paper. Her dad's back in jail within the week.

Bruce demand to meet their source. He looks Steph up and down, sighs, and then steps out to make a phone call. When Spoiler steps back out into the world of vigilant crime fighting, she's got training and a direct line to the Birds of Prey. Even Catwoman gives her some advice.

When Bruce is considering a deal with Luther Corp a reporter shows up on his doorstep (or more accurately, in his kitchen) with a dossier on Lex. The deal is dropped and the Daily Planet gets an exclusive look at the Wayne family - by now working on its fourth child after Bruce notices a young girl following him in the rain. Bruce's body language is distinct, no matter the universe.

The League of Assassins sent Talia to infiltrate Wayne Interprises. She caught Bruce at an off-time with Selina. When she pops back up with a little boy, Cassandra is there to recognize her.

"My father has ill-intentions, I believe he will be safer with you."

Talia's words ring true in Bruce's ears and in Cassandra's eyes, so Bruce hires a security team with a roster bigger than the Gotham Guardsmen's football team. Jason and Tim each get a lineman at college, much to their annoyance. Dick just points at his badge when Bruce offers him protection as well.

When an assassin gets too close for comfort, Bruce caves and makes the call. A reporter and a hacker, together they know every superhero on the planet.

Three weeks after Damian's ninth birthday Bruce gets word that the Thomas', who'd once saved his life during Hurricane Rene, have died and their son is in foster care. By now, Bruce's attorney just keeps the adoption forms in his top drawer.

Duke is hesitant at first, but Cassandra assures him the house has been too quiet. He asks Alfred about her hearing after the first week. The butler laughs.

"Miss Cassandra is not wrong, Master Thomas, with Jason away at school during the week and Tim at the penthouse three days a week, it is much quieter than it was."

Chanukah that year is practically a full ball, even with just immediate family and friends.

"I say we blame Dick," Jason shouts, "He's the one that invited the capes." Dick is suddenly aware that he never answered Tim and Jason's email about the vigilantes in Bludhaven. His life flashes before his eyes as Jason introduces himself to Kori and Roy.

When Selina and Bruce (finally!) tie the knot bets are made as to when the next kid will drop (and where they will come from). Alfred wins and everyone is too distracted by baby Helena to ask how he knew Selina would be giving birth six months after the wedding.

The Daily Planet does another exclusive a few years later. Clark has stopped asking how Bruce meets his kids - no one really seems to care anymore anyway - but he does ask for the Wayne parenting book.

"Lois is expecting again ya see, and all your kids seem so happy. Not to mentioned the 22 year old COO." "Dick just made Captain too." "Seriously, does Alfred slip something in the cookies?"

[whumpbby]

What do you think about a gangsta AU with Jason being a tag/twilight and Dick being his contract holder?

As in, Jason on the hit list and Dick doing the hitting? :O 

Aw, anon, listen, what if Jason is on the hit list and Dick takes it on for the money - he sees the photo on the dossier and it’s this big tank of a man with a hard stare and all, and he thinks it’s some sort of a gangsta... 

But then he goes to observe the man himself and notices that what the fuck, the guy is nothing like that.  For once, the boy is not even remotely connected to crime or anything, he’s a mechanic. And in his afternoons he’s working as a boxing coach at the local youth centre. And in his free moments, he goes to a bookstore and spends an hour there... and his evenings are super boring - he sits on the balcony of his crappy studio flat in a crap neighbourhood and reads a book with his cat sleeping on his lap.

Dick is befuddled. What the fuck? This guy is harmless and, he has to admit, quite cute. There has to be a reason he was put on the hit list! 

So, Dick starts to dig. He goes into the files, observes the guy at all times, calls in some favours... And hits a wall. because at some point, the paper trail dries. Just ends. Jason Todd seems to exist for only five years...? The birth certificate is obviously fake, the diplomas and education are fabricated, the lease on the flat is also only five years old.

Something isn't adding up. And at this point, Dick is intrigued and invested. He needs to know what’s the truth about the cute boy with no past! 

So, he does what he usually does, and goes in, sets up a meet-cute with the guy and they hit it off. And Jason turns out to be amazingly cute, shy and nearly virginal. Awkward like a spring maiden and Dick is all over that. He didn’t really ‘date’ anyone in a long while and this just feels good. He wants to keep going, even if Jason isn’t at all eager to talk about his past, his family (2 younger brothers and 2 sisters) is a bit protective of him and Jay isn’t all that eager to get into bed with Dick, but that ‘s fine, what they have now is very good.   

That is, until one evening when Jay finally allows Dick to lay him on the bed and undress him and they make love in the dark, and Dick’s heart is just bursting - even if something about that situation isn’t quite right... but he ignores it, telling himself that he’s the one lying about his ‘work’ so it’s just guilt... but then morning comes, sun streaks into the bedroom and Dick opens his eyes and sees Jason naked for the first time and...

...there’s an autopsy scar on his chest. Dick knows, he’d seen a few, he knows how they look and JESUS CHRIST. That... that puts many things together  - the fact that Jason has no past, for example. Five years ago - was he dead? 

JESUS 

So Dick slips out before Jason can properly awake, mumbling excuses about work calling him in. He leaves before his brain self-combusts, because there was one thing that he remembers happening five years ago that was fucking important! Five years ago two crime families had a bit of a spat in the region - there was a kidnapping, a bomb and a dead son of one of the bosses. And his name was Jason Peter Wayne.   

And, as luck had it, just as Dick gets to his bike, he gets kidnapped. It’s a professional attempt that he’d see if he wasn’t so damn preoccupied, but he is so the cold muzzle of a gun against his kidney and two goons leading him calmly to a limo parked close by are a surprise. Even more of a surprise for Dick is getting into the backseat and meeting the calm, calculating gaze of Tim - Jason’s younger nerdy brother. Nothing nerdy about him now. 

“Richard,” Tim says, calm and serious. “I hope you’ll accept the invitation for a brunch with the family. Seeing as you’re something of a fixture in Jason’s life now.” 

Dick blushes. Two days ago this kid spent an hour at Jason's flat complaining about college and stuff. Now he’s sitting there in a perfectly pressed suit and looking at Dick like he a basilisk. What can Dick do? He’s dead anyway. 

“For what it’s worth, I just figured it out,” he decided to make it clear. “I wouldn't hurt him.” 

“Of course you wouldn’t.” The implication that ‘you wouldn’t live long enough to do so’ was clear. 

“Does he know?” Dick asked. “He’s blending in well with normal citizens.”

Tim shrugs. “He is a normal citizen. We’d like that to remain the case.”

Huh. Dick stays quiet as the limo leaves Gotham and, of course, heads in the direction of Wayne Manor. So yes, he’s fucked. No one unauthorised returns from the Wayne Manor. 

They get there, get out of the car, and Tim waves the goons away, leading Dick to a stately dining room where all of the ‘family’ is already seated and waiting for the elderly butler to set out their meals. Dick sits down in a chair he was pointed to and tries not to faint. Cass was always curiously blank, but today there’s nothing on her face, and Steph looks at him with a little apologetic smile, and Damian - the cantankerous old man in a kid’s body, glares. And then there’s Him, the man himself, the Bat. Bruce Wayne in the flesh - giant and handsome, and engrossed in a newspaper. 

“Please eat, young sir,” the butler advises, putting a plate with an omelette in front of Dick. “Before it gets cold.”

Dick, obediently, eats the dish, wondering if they’re about to poison him. Taking up that contract was so not worth it if this was to be his end. At least the food was good. And the meal was somewhat pleasant - everyone was polite and appreciative of the food, Tim was glued to his tablet and Damian fed scraps to the massive black Dane sitting at his feet, and the girls whispered to themselves, and Mr Wayne sipped his coffee and it was all so domestic and normal that the presence of five armed men taking spots around the room was almost unnoticed... 

In the end it was Damian that broke the silence. 

“Grayson,” the kid glared at Dick like a gargoyle. “You have defiled my brother!”

Dick was glad that he wasn’t the only one to choke on his tea.

“Master Damian, this is hardly an appropriate topic for a breakfast table!” 

“I don’t care! He did and I am taking offence!”

“Damian,” Bruce’s look and tone were both frosty. 

“No father, he better has an explanation to...”

“I love him!”

Only after everyone’s eyes rested on him did Dick realise what he had just blurted out. Uh oh. But he could have sworn that Bruce’s face softened just a bit. So he decided to follow the hit, because he was Dick Grayson and that was what he did. “I love him.” And that was all he had to say about the matter, becuase they didn’t deserve anything else form him. Tim’s lip ticked up as if in approval and Dick considered it a win. 

“Wery well,” Bruce Wayne folded his newspaper and got up. “We can discuss the matter in my study.”

Uh-oh. Dick was so dead. 

********

When Jason finally opened the door to his flat, he looked like a right mess - hair still tousled from sleep, shirt buttoned up to his throat, eyes wild and hands wringing. He looked smaller than he had any right to be. And he just stood there, in the doorway, staring at Dick as if he didn't believe the man was there... 

“I brought some croissants?” Dick offered, pointing to the bag he held in the crook of one arm. Everyone loved a fresh crossaint. “If you’d like to have a late lunch - or an early dinner with me?”

“Oh.” Jason said. And. “You were gone.” And. “I thought you’d...”  

“If I had anything to say about the matter, you’d wake up in my arms,“ Dick told the truth. “But if I’d ignored it, they would have my head.” And that was also true. "But that’s it, shouldn't happen again.” And thankfully, that was too. 

“Oh?” Jason looked so adorable Dick wanted to kiss him. “You quit?”

Dick did kiss him. “Nah, just got a new assignment.”

“Is that so? Gonna be better than before?”

“Yeah, I love it already.”