#it was the one asking Lazarus for his blood I’m so sorry Anon

[thebindingofpillo]

FUCK I accidentally deleted an ask I’m sorry

[rason-rodd]

So, I see requests are open, and if it’s not to out there, may I please have a fic where the batfam(and possibly in a JLA meeting) video call Jason and see him mid breakdown cutting his own thighs and them learning he kinda hates himself but they just got him back and vow to help him get better because family doesn’t quit on family ? V specific and you don’t have to if it’s to much but thanks if you do/don’t anyways !! (Love you btw)

Hello! Sorry for making you wait, anon. I finally wrote the fanfic though it is a bit different than what you ask. I didn’t do the ‘video call’ thing and ‘JLA meeting’ because I didn’t know how to build the story around that. I hope you don’t mind and that you’ll appreciate it anyway.

DISCLAIMER: THE FANFIC BELOW DEALS WITH VERY SENSITIVE SUBJECTS SUCH AS SUICIDAL TENDENCIES AND SCARIFICATION. THE SCENE DEPICTED MAY BE VERY DISTURBING AND NOT SUITED FOR YOUNG READERS. SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL. IF YOU DON’T FEEL COMFORTABLE WHILE YOU READ THIS, THEN PLEASE STOP.

DISCLAIMER 2: MAKING AN APOLOGIST ARGUMENT FOR SUICIDE AND SCARIFICATION IS NOT THE AIM OF THIS FANFIC, ON THE CONTRARY.  IF YOU ARE OR ANYONE YOU KNOW IS DEALING WITH THOSE ISSUES PLEASE TALK TO A RESPONSIBLE AND TRUSTWORTHY PERSON. IT CAN BE A FRIEND, A MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY, A TEACHER OR A PROFESSIONAL. BUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON’T STAY QUIET!  

WE’VE GOT YOU (Jason Todd’s POV)

Warning: Angst, Mention of Suicide, Death and Scarification
Tagged: @usernightwing ; @anaboo-thewriter ; @queen-fighter ; @loliiz ; @piratefrost ; @daisyboobear ; @perforabuntsaggittis ; @pythiaaa

You probably won’t believe it but not everyone wants to be alive. Surprising, I know. But true. There are days … or rather nights … when I stay awake, lying on my bed, wondering if things would not have been better after all if I had stayed dead or if the Lazarus pits hadn’t give me back my consciousness. Lugubrious thoughts I know. But that’s the thing with thoughts you don’t really control them. Contrary to speech, thoughts are free and can be judged only by yourself.

I hate my thoughts. I hate them because they make me do crazy things, because they drive me insane, because sometimes I let them hurt me in ways anything or anyone else could hurt me, because I let them dictate my actions.

I let them take the knife attached to my belt. I let them stare at it. I let them lower it towards my leg and I let them carve my already battered and bruised thighs. But worse, I let them enjoy it and tell me, like a snake whispering in my ear, that it feels good, that I’ll feel better after that.

But I never feel really better. I take comfort in this daze where the cuts send me, in that place where there is just a weird dizziness and a sensation of warm burning down my entire body, knocking me down on the mattress. A sensation similar to a few lines of coke freshly sniffed. Yeah, an addiction. Something that doesn’t last and that make you come back for more.

A shameful addiction.

I drop the knife on the floor and stay lying on the mattress. I feel like I’m falling, like I’m sinking in the mattress but I’m … relaxed? good?. I don’t know. But apart from that, I don’t feel anything around me, not even the springs of the bed that usually hurt my aching back or the blood staining my trousers more and more as it pours down my thighs. I loose all sense of awareness, all sense of consciousness, all sense of self. And it reminds me when I was just this vegetable zombie that had just miraculously come from the dead.

Miraculously? No. Wrong word. In what way was it a miracle? In what way waking up in a coffin six feet under is a miracle? I what way crawling back to the surface using your nails to dig yourself out is a miracle? Let me tell you what it was. It was a curse, a new punishment for all the stupid things that I had done.

Or maybe it wasn’t. Because the notion of curse or even miracle implies that there is some God or some almighty power that plays with your life like a puppeteer. There is no one! There is no God. There is no Devil. When you die, fuck, you die. Forget heaven. Forget hell. There is just blackness.

A bit like right now, now that I have my eyes closed. Trust me, I’ve been there.

Yeah, not everyone wants to be alive.

I suddenly feel something fresh and humid on my forehead. Slowly I crawl back towards reality. My eyes open. They have trouble adjusting to the light.    “He’s awake” echoes in my head. Damn, it hurts.     “Jason.” My sight is blurry. I can only discern a black figure. “Jason, can you hear me?” Yes, I can. Whoever you are. I can hear you. But who are you?           I blink. There is a strange light blinding my eyes. They want to cry.          “ You’re okay. We’ve got you.”

Then I see them, through half opened eyes. Bruce, Dick and Damian. They are staring at me. I don’t like their stares. Even less when they are full of pity like right now. It’s the same look people used to give me when I was a street rat orphan living in Crime Alley. Makes me wanna puke.            I try to stand up but my head is still dizzy and Bruce holds me back. “No, don’t move.”“I’m okay.” I spit as I brush his hand off. “What are you guys doing here? No one invited you. It’s my place.” I realise I don’t sound as threatening as I hoped I would. I sound like a weak mess.             “ We wanted to see you about Black Mask.” Damian frowned with arms crossed over his tiny chest. Even when I feel dizzy, that brat still looks fucking obnoxious. “ Black Mask can wait. Are you okay?” Dick asks. What a big brother. What a dumb blind big brother. Didn’t I say as was okay even if I’m not? “What happened? Who did this to you?”             “ Trouble with some goons working for Two Face.” I lied    “ Really? I am not so sure.” Bruce had the knife in his hand.        

I want them all out. Right now. Simply out my place. Out of sight. Out. I look down to take a deep breath but I’m not going to lie, I feel so ashamed. “What the hell, Jason? Why?!” Dick yells with that saddened look in his eyes.     “ Just because.”      “ That’s not a reason!!” Can he shut up? Can’t he be just like the Demon Spawn over there? Staring in anger with this ridiculous little frown that he has inherited from daddy dearest. A look is easy steer clear of. “ You’re hurting yourself. You’re scarifying yourself!” Like I didn’t know what I was doing. “Why? Why would you do that?”      “You’re really asking again?”      “Yes. You’re my brother for god’s sake. Of course I want to know why you’re doing such a thing to yourself!” I don’t answer.  “ He’s doing it because he is weak.” Damian spits with disdain. I glower at him. How dares he? Fucking little brat! Weak? I’m not weak! I’m strong. I’m a survivor. I’m … “You little piece of shit. How dare you calling me weak? After everything I’ve been through? I’m certainly one of the bravest person you’ll ever meet in your miserable life!” I growl.         “ You’re weak.” He repeats with a scowl. “You’re weak because you haven’t thought for a second how we could all feel about that.”           “Oh really? Cause you feel something!” I sneer.        “ Yes!” Dick answers, “We feel sorry. Sorry for you. And sorry that we didn’t realise that you had those … tendencies.”            “ We feel hopeless.” Damian adds “But you don’t care. You’re selfish.”  “ ENOUGH!” Bruce shouts suddenly. “YOU TWO, OUT!!”

They obey like little dogs. But I won’t lie. Good riddance!

Bruce is staring with that look. You know, the batman look. He’s pissed. Of course, he has never felt like I have. So how can he under…stand?

A hug? Is that …?

I stiffen. I’m definitely not used to that. I’m … It feels good. Bruce’s arms around me, holding me tight, his hand caressing my back. That fatherly embrace.     I feel tears forming in my eyes. And I feel his tears falling on my neck. He is crying. Bruce never cries. He never cries for me. “I am so sorry, Jason.” He whispers with a broken voice that I have never heard before. “Please, forgive me.”        I don’t answer. I just close my eyes and let my tears flow. And I let myself to that hug. “Please don’t do that again.” His voice. That guilt. That pain. I can’t stand it. “Please, let me, let us help you” It hurts. It hurts that I hurt him. I didn’t want … don’t want … to disappoint you Bruce. I don’t want to hurt.    “ Please don’t make me lose you again.” I want to cry out. I don’t know what keeps me in check. “I would not stand it.” I look at the knife on the floor and for a second I see that damn crowbar that took me away from him in so many ways.            “You’re my son.”     And you are my father, old man, despite everything that happened. You are my father. I sniff in his neck, perhaps a bit too loudly since he tightens his arms around me. “Don’t it again. I beg you.”  I somehow find the strength to look at him. He has that look. That same look I used to have when I was by mother’s side, on the bathroom floor, trying to prevent her from chocking in her vomit. That look is awful. My mother never cared about that look. It made me suffer more than anything and I eventually lost. I can’t do that as well. I can’t do that to Bruce. I can’t to that to Dick, to Damian, Tim, Alfred… I can’t do that to anyone.        “ I won’t.” I whisper my promise.

I glance at the knife one last time. No, it won’t become a new crowbar. No, it won’t take me away from my family.

[fanfics-for-you-too-blog]

Not safe

Request: Anon Hi can I request an arrow one shot where the reader is Oliver and Thea’s little sister who gets attacked or injured and their siblings comfort her but also get super protective??

Don’t be shy to request things! if you request please request in my asks, it will be much easier for me to keep up with them thank you!

Oliver x Thea x Sister! Reader

Word count:  1611

Warnings: Almost dying, Like one curse I think

Y/N: Your Name

Y/S/N: Your Superhero Name

This is flashbacks! 

A/N: Sorry if this isn’t the best! Thank you so much for requesting! <3

(Not my photos, credit to whoever made it!)

Being the little sister of Oliver and Thea queen was hard enough, but being the sister of The Green Arrow and Speedy was even harder. It took so long for me to convince them to join team Arrow and once I did I had to start by just staying behind with Felicity, don’t get me wrong I love her but I wanted to be out with the team and help fight! It took months of me annoying Oliver, with Thea’s help, and months of Oliver saying it’s too dangerous or I’ll become a target and I should be lucky he lets me help at all. I understand he’s just protecting but I can be an asset to the team! “Ollie, please! Just let me help, you let Thea go out there!” “Y/N, I worry about Thea being out in the field all the time. Thea was in the Lazarus pit and she has a darkness in her that she uses to fight! Yes, it’s not a good reason but it helps her stay safe.” “Come on! So I’ll have to die and come back to life just so I can get in the field!” “You know that’s not what I meant!” Oliver sighed. Thea walked up to us, ready to break out an argument if needed. “Thea tell Ollie he’s being unreasonable!” “Ollie you are being a bit overprotective, we know she can handle herself.” He sighed again. “Come on just give her a chance.” “Okay, fine but if you get hurt then that’s it you’re not going back out there ever!” I smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Ollie! I love you!” I hugged him and then turned to Thea. “And you, I love you too!” And hugged her too.

Now I’ve been on the team as Y/S/N, and we’ve been doing great! Taking down bad guys was better than I thought it would be, I love feeling like I’m doing something with my life. Everything was just amazing until something happened. I was hanging out with some friends for the night since the team didn’t need me. We went to the club and they had a few drinks, I only had two I didn’t want to get drunk. It was getting late and I told the girls I was going home since I had stuff to do tomorrow. I was walking down the street texting Thea asking how her night was going when I was hit over the head and crashed to the ground. I looked up to see who the hell just hit me but black dots had started to invade my vision and I blacked out before I could see who it was.

I woke up tied to a chair and a killer headache. “Ah look who finally awake.” A deep voice flooded my ears along with heavy footsteps. A tall black man appeared in front of me wearing a pair of brass knuckles. Tobias Church. “Morning Y/N or should I say Y/S/N.” He said with a sickening smirk, how the hell did he know my name!? “This can be easy or hard depending on how you answer.” He stepped closer to me and I noticed there was a camera recording us. “Where is the Green Arrow?” He asked, his voice calm but his eyes were dark. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I answered. “A smartass, now that’ll get you killed girly.” He punched me in the stomach causing me to cough. “I’ll ask one more time nicely and then it’ll get hard.” He growled. “Where is Green Arrow?” I looked up at him with a hardened gaze. “You’ll never get it out of me so do your worst.” I growled back. “With pleasure.” He smirked and started to beat me.

*Oliver’s POV*

I was with Thea when I got a call from Felicity. “Hello?” I answered. “You need to come to the Arrow cave now.” She said panicked. “What? What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly, causing Thea to look at me confused. “It’s Y/N…” Those were the only two words I needed to hear. “I’m on my way.” I hung up the phone, standing up and grabbed my jacket. “What’s wrong?” “Y/N’s in trouble we need to go.” Thea got up in an instant and also rushed to grab her jacket.

We got there as fast as we could. “What happened? Where’s Y/N?” I asked worry clear in my voice. “Look at this…” Felicity turned the T.V. on and there was my youngest sister being tortured by Tobias Church. “Oh my God…” Thea looked away while my eyes remained trained on the screen “Where is this coming from?” I asked the worry being replaced by anger. “I’m still working on that, I’ll have it in a few minutes “Call the team, Thea, let’s suit up.” We got ready and waited for the rest of the team to show up. “Got it!” Felicity shouted. “She’s in an abandoned warehouse I’ll guide you how to get there.” “Let’s go.” I said and walked out.

Once we all got there we split up Thea and I on one half and Laurel and John on the other. “Oliver, you need to calm don’t do anything crazy or Y/N could be in even more trouble.” Thea said after I killed a few of his goons. “She is going to be fine Speedy! Now let’s go!” We both made it to the main area of the warehouse “We’re in position arrow give us the signal and we’ll go in and take this guy down. John said. I shot an arrow just passed Church’s head. “Oliver!” John shouted. “Ahh looks like our special guest has arrived.” He smirked while wiping some blood from his hand. “Let her go!” I shouted walking out arrow at the ready. “Haha, I have no need for her anymore so might as well put her out of her misery right?” He laughed pulling out a gun. I shot my bow aiming for the gun but he moved his hand out of the way. “That wasn’t very nice, take care of the others, the green arrow is mine!” Church shouted and a huge fight started. Speedy, Black Canary, and Spartan took down his thugs easily while I was taking care of Church but he managed to get away, I would have gone after him but my youngest sister needs me. “Y/N? Y/N can you hear me?” I asked while holding her head up to look at me but her eyes were closed. I quickly checked her pulse and thankfully it was there just barely but it was there. “We need to take her to the hospital now!” I shouted. John untied her and I picked her up. I rushed her to the hospital dropped her off then we went back to change. “Did you get him? Is Y/N okay?” Felicity asked but I just walked away to get into normal clothes. “Tobias got away but Y/N’s in the hospital.” I heard Thea answer. Once I was changed I went right back to the hospital.

*Time Skip a Month*

*Y/N’s POV*

I woke up to a steady beeping and when I opened my eyes I was blinded by an annoying white light causing them to close again. I groaned and opened my eyes again this time prepared for the light. “Y/N?” I heard my name and looked over to see Oliver sitting in a chair. “Hey, what happened?” I asked sitting up forcing me to inhale sharply. “Hey take it easy ok?” He said helping me sit up. “Hey look who’s awake!” Thea said smiling as she entered my room. “So what happened? I remember getting beaten but the rest is a blur.” I said. “Tobias Church kidnapped you to get to me and almost killed you! This is exactly why I didn’t want you on the team or to even know about this!” Ollie said. “Ollie…” “No Y/N you almost died! You’re off the team, you’re going to live a normal life and not be in danger!” He said raising his voice. “No way! I’m not gonna let assholes like Church scare me!” I said. “You almost died for fuck sakes Y/N! You are not going to be apart of this anymore!” “That’s not fair!” “Y/N, I agree with Ollie, you almost died and we don’t wanna lose you…” Thea chimed in. “But I don’t wanna lose you guys either.” I said tears forming in my eyes, the only reason I wanted to join was to make sure I didn’t lose them. “You won’t lose us ever, Y/N I promise.” Ollie said. “Please don’t push me away from this. I can’t stand not know if you’ll come back or not, or if you’ll get seriously hurt or not...please, please don’t let me go.” I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “We’re never going to leave you.” Ollie said. “We’ll always come back.” Thea said smiling. “But you’re still not coming back, you need to live a normal life, for me please.” Oliver begged. I sighed and nodded.

After that incident, I was pretty much under 24/7 surveillance. I knew this would happen but I just wish they wouldn’t be so overprotective. Even after Church was found dead they still kept a very close eye on me. I love them I do but they are the ones that told me to try and live a normal life, how can anyone do that while being watched pretty much all the time? Might as well get used to it for now.

[double-trouble-dc]

Am I Crazy, Have I Lost Ya?

All credit to the amazing art done by @avataraandy​

A/N: So sorry I took too long to write this! I hope you like this anon ❤️ P.S. I think I’m going to make this into two parts… what do you think? I’m a little rusty so please 🐻 with me. Pairing: Roy Harper  Length: 1,781

You paid the cab driver before walking to the entrance of the manor. You knocked and Alfred opened the door, “Come in Miss (Y/L) I trust you know your way around.” He said as he closed the door. “Thank you, Alfred.” You walked towards the entrance to the batcave.

You noticed Tim and Damian were the only one’s there.

“Hey guys, it looks like you’re having the time of your life down here.” You said sarcastically earning a glare from Damian. You giggled and looked at Tim. “So, Tim will you and Damian do me the solid on taking a double shift tonight? Promise I’ll make it up to you guys.” you asked with a guilty smile.

It was Saturday, and Saturday nights were the usual date night for you and Roy. Being the dedicated hero’s that you are, missions kept getting in the way. But not this time, you made sure you and Roy had the night off.

“Sure thing (Y/N) only if you’ll do your part of the deal.” He said in a serious tone. “TT, as much as I hate to admit it, I agree with Drake.” Damian added stepping in front of you giving you a tiny glare.

“I always keep my word.” You said with a cheeky smile grabbing Damian’s cheeks and pinching them. “Enough (Y/N) do not mock me, let go of my cheeks!” Damian blurted out.

“I could never mock you Dami, just don’t second guess me ok?” You said releasing Damian’s cheeks hearing a chuckle from Tim. “As for you.” You turned and walked to Tim causing him to flinch and grab his cheeks. You let out a giggle, “Where can I find Richard?” you asked.

“I think he might be with Bruce out on patrol, or upstairs asleep since he’s been doing double shifts since Jason left.” Your heart dropped, as you began to feel worried. Jason took a mission out of town, he’s been gone for a week now. He would always report to Bruce or Dick to indicated he was doing alright, but lately he’s been silent.

You were drawn out of you thoughts by Tim grabbing your shoulder. “(Y/N) are you ok?” You could hear he was worried by the tone of his voice. “Yeah Tim I was just thinking….” You said giving him a weak smile.

You and Jason had been friends long before he became robin.You were inseparable, practically “partners in crime”. He took care of you, gave you food, shelter, he was your only family. Flashbacks of when Bruce told you Jason had been killed began, causing a knot to form in your throat.

You remembered the feeling of how your whole world began crashing down as Bruce said those words to you. He was the only family you had and he was gone. Tim cleared his throat trying to snap you out of your thoughts again.

“Right, Dick his upstairs thank you guys.” You said and began to head upstairs to his room. You got there and noticed he wasn’t there. You decided to grab your phone and check the time.

“It’s too early for him to be on portal.” you thought to yourself as you heard Bruce’s voice talking on the phone indicating he was home. “Weird why did Tim think they were out on patrol.” you mumbled as you headed downstairs with a puzzled look on your face.

You still had the knot in your throat from earlier so you walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. As you walked in you saw a tired looking Dick enjoying his usual bowl of cereal. “Well you look like hell, tough night?” You asked as you grabbed a glass and filled it up with water.

“Yeah double shifts and no word from Jason, equals a worried big brother.” He said as he took another spoon full of cereal. You quickly drank the water and nodded “Same here, but I’m sure he’s alright I mean its Jason.”

“I really hope so (Y/N).” he said a bit unsure causing you to sigh. Dick noticed how the tone of his voice sounded questionable causing you to worry even more. “It’s Saturday night, any plans with Roy?” he asked trying to change the subject. “Actually yeah, we’re finally having a proper date night.” You answered smiling.

“Sounds like fun.” He responded with a mouth full of cereal. Your smile faded knowing Jason could be hurt and you’re out having fun. “(Y/N) enjoy the night, don’t worry I’ll keep my eyes and ears open for any information on Jason.” He said. You nodded and looked outside the window, noticing Roy’s car approaching.

“Thanks Dick I needed that.” You said giving him a hug. You made your way towards the front door when you caught Alfred coming back from the batcave, you let him know you were leaving. You closed the door and walked towards Roy’s car. You got inside the car and greeted Roy with a kiss.

“Woah (Y/N) you missed me this much?” you playfully hit Roy’s arm “Oh shut it you.” You sat down right and put on your seat belt. “That hurts you know, but I know what can make me feel better.” Roy said as he leaned for another kiss, when suddenly you felt your phone vibrate.

You had received a text messaged, sighing softly hoping it wasn’t a last-minute mission. Roy noticed and asked what was wrong. You grabbed your phone and stared at the screen… Unknown number? Roy began to drive away from the manor when you opened the text.

To: (Y/N) Just landed… how about being a good sport and pick me up? -J    

You smiled and let an out a relieved sigh. You knew exactly who it was. You then replied.

To: UNKNOWN NUMBER  Now, now you’ve been gone for a while and you expect me to pick you up? :P

To: (Y/N) Well thank you for the warm welcome (Y/N) I can tell how much you love my sorry ass.

You let out a laugh making Roy flinch causing you to laugh even more. You looked at him and asked if he was ok. He looked at you with a small smile “Yeah, why wouldn’t I? We’re finally having a date night.” You grabbed his hand, preparing to break the news that Jason was back.

“Hey Roy, can we make a quick stop before our date?” You asked with a smile, he nodded. You got your phone again to reply.

To: UNKNOWN NUMBER Just kidding Jay, what gate will you be arriving at? P.S. Roy is coming with me :)

Roy notices how quiet you’re being, glancing over at you concerned. He watches you as you smile down on your phone.

To: (Y/N) G-4. See you there -J

“(Y/N)?” Roy asked as your smile quickly got bigger as you faced him.

You couldn’t hide it any more. “Guess who just got back?!”.  Roy began to stop at a red light, “Is he yea high, has a nickname for everyone, cocky attitude” you giggled as you nodded your head.

“We might need to move our date an hour or so later… we kind of need to pick him up.” You bit your lip nervously as you waited for Roy’s reply. “Of course, you couldn’t say no” Roy mumbled under his breath annoyed. Jason is Roy’s best friend, but he can’t help to get jealous of how close you and Jason are. 

The way you would drop everything when Jason asked, just made his blood boil. The light turns green and he began to drive without saying a word.

He noticed how you tense you got, he gave you a quick glance with a smile “I can live with that.” Great just freaking great, Roy thought to himself why of all night does he have to do this. 

Roy was worried too, don’t get him wrong but he was looking forward to this date for weeks now. He understands how hard it’s been for you these past few weeks, he knows it’s important for you to see Jason again. So he’ll suck it up for now.

You couldn’t help the excitement that was building up inside of you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your hands were sweating a bit. You hadn’t seen Jason in weeks, months, since he left for the mission. You haven’t been apart for this long since the lazarus pit and it made you anxious.

Finally you got to the airport , as soon as you felt the engine of the car shut off you pushed your door open and ran out. You were lost in thought, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. As mean as it might sound, you had forgotten Roy was there.

Remembering the memories you and Jason have, how for the past few weeks you’ve been thinking the worse. You just truly missed that son of a biscuit. You pushed through the doors of the airport, dodging every freaking human that dared cross your way, jumped every suitcase you could just to get to gate G-4 faster. You heard Roy’s footsteps following close behind you, calling your name but you didn’t stop.

You climbed up a few steps and just as you did you saw him and he saw you. He dropped the single duffel bag and shrugged. You couldn’t hold it in any more, you began to run towards him. You could already feel the sensation of the tears threatening to come out but you didn’t let them. 

You stopped right in front of him crossing your arms “You could’ve at least met me halfway jerk.” You said with a smile. He engulfed in a big hug “Oh come on (Y/N) that wouldn’t be fun trust me, we would’ve looked like a couple.” He placed you back to the ground.  

“I really missed you, you big ugly why didn’t you tell us you were ok!” you blurt out looking at Jason with teary eyes. Jason froze for a minute as Roy approached you both and cleared his throat before Jason could say anything.

You wiped your tears and playfully hit Jason’s arm “Wait till Dick knows you’re home.” You made your way to Roy, as soon as you got close to him he places an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. Weird what got into him, you thought as you looked at Roy.

“It’s nice to have you back man.” Roy said as he looked straight at Jason.

 “It’s nice to be back.” Jason answered as coldly as Roy’s voice.

 You looked at them with questioning eyes, they haven’t acted this way before.

Thanks again anon for the lovely opportunity! -Bats 

[sohotthateveryonedied]

Hi, could you please write something about the family seeing Jason's autopsy scar for the first time? Thank you very much

Super sorry this took me so long to write, anon! I got halfway through before I suddenly got a better idea for the story so I had to rewrite the whole thing. Anyway, I decided to use Jason, Dick, Tim, and Cass for this one. Enjoy!

Jason breathed heavily, trying to stay calm. The bullet he’d taken to the chest only minutes ago already burned something fierce, and he was pretty sure his shirt was just about soaked with blood by now. It wasn’t anyone remotely dangerous who’d shot him; an average mugger who clearly had no idea how to use a gun. The guy had run away the second he fired the bullet. Had Jason not been preoccupied with a bleeding bullet wound in his chest, he’d probably have gone after him and given him a piece of his mind, (and maybe a broken kneecap or two).

“Hood, you there?,” a voice came in on the comms. Jason inwardly thanked his lucky stars that he’d gone on patrol with the few of his family members who had chosen not to take the night off for Bruce’s charity gala. Failing to hold in his groan, Jason reached the communicator on his helmet.

“Ngh, hey Nightwing. I’m good, sort of,” he answered, his voice level despite the pain.

Dick paused. “Sort of? What happened?”

Jason half-smiled, rolling his eyes. “I might have been shot a little bit. No big.”

Dick cursed and Jason could hear him talking to someone in the background. Probably either Tim or Cass, who went with them that night. “Where are you?,” Dick demanded worriedly.

Jason tried to remember where he was, but the blood loss was making his head kind of foggy. “Uh… The alley by the corner of Cabell and Hornestead I think.” He heard some more muttering on the line. He noticed he was fairly vulnerable lying in an alley like that and tried sitting up a bit, but he fell back just as quickly. It felt like fire down his chest.

“We’re on our way. How badly are you hurt?”

Jason closed his eyes as he answered. “GSW to the chest. I think it’s right over my right pec, but it’s not too deep. It's bleeding a lot, but I don't think it's more than a flesh wound. Hurts like hell, though.” He punctuated that with another groan.

“We’ll be there in two minutes. Just hang on till then, okay?”

Jason mumbled a tired “‘kay” and tried to get a look at the wound himself. He pulled off his helmet, exposing his face to the cool Gotham air. He craned his neck to see, but raising his chest even the slightest bit made it even more painful.

He focused on some breathing exercises that Bruce had taught him to manage the pain. He did that for a couple minutes, listening for his family’s arrival. After a while he saw them run into the alley; Nightwing, Red Robin, and Black Bat.

At once Tim kneeled down beside him and started to examine the wound while Cass rummaged around in her belt for some medical supplies. Dick tried to get Jason’s attention. “Jay, you still doing okay?”

Jason gave him a less than confident thumbs up. “Fit as a fiddle, bro.”

But then he felt Tim starting to lift up his shirt, and Jason paled even more than he already had. At once he grabbed Tim’s wrist, keeping it from pulling his shirt up any more. “Hold on, what are you doing?,” he demanded.

“I need to get a better look at the injury,” Tim explained as if it were obvious, which it was. But Jason had a reason he didn’t want his chest and abdomen exposed.

“Nuh uh, just take me home and I’ll fix it myself.” Jason pulled himself up until he was leaning on his elbows. The pain was excruciating, but he didn’t let his moans escape his gritted teeth. He protested against the hands pushing him back down.

Dick narrowed his eyes behind his mask. “Knock it off, Jay, just let us help. Yeesh, you really can’t let anybody help you, can you?”

Jason didn’t bother telling him that that wasn’t it. He felt Tim tugging up the hem of his shirt again, and he swatted him away his hands. “Seriously, Tim, cut it out.”

Tim sighed and sat down cross legged with his arms folded across his chest. “Okay, I’m used to you being stubborn and all, but this isn’t funny anymore. Why don’t you want me taking off your shirt?,” he asked.

Jason bit the inside of his cheek. He knew they wouldn’t relent without an explanation, but he also definitely didn’t want them to see what he was hiding. “Listen, after what happened with the Joker my body is sort of… broken. So I don’t think you’d all love to see a bunch of scars and stuff,” he told them. That might not have been the whole truth, but Jason figured it would be good enough to get them off his back.

Tim shrugged. “Jay, we’ve all got scars. Comes with the job.” He reached again for Jason’s shirt, but Jason growled in response. 

“Shirt stays down.” Oh how he wished he had just taken care of this himself and risked bleeding out in favor of being scrutinized like this.

Dick grabbed Jason’s arm, keeping it away from his shirt. “Please, Jason, just let us see the wound. We don’t care about any scars or whatever, okay? And if you don’t let us see it you’re either going to bleed out or get an infection. Please.”

Jason clenched his jaw until his teeth started to hurt. Slamming his head back into the ground he gave in. “Fine,” he grumbled. “But you asked for it.” Too late now, he supposed.

Tim sighed thankfully and used a batarang to cut Jason’s shirt up the middle. Jason felt the cold air stinging his chest at the same time he heard all three collectively gasp at what they saw. Told ya so, he thought.

“Holy-,” Tim choked.

“Jason,” Dick breathed as his eyes roamed his brother’s chest. “What happened to you?”

On Jason’s chest were dozens of scars. They ranged from gunshot wounds, to burns, to long slashes that looked painful just by looking at them. One couldn’t look two inches without seeing a scar. And that wasn’t even what so horribly caught their attention.

No, the worst was the largest one, a long scar that stretched all the way up Jason’s middle. It went from his navel to his sternum before branching into two separate lines that ended at his shoulder joints. The scar was long and thick. It looked like it was made with almost medical precision, which was unusual compared to the other messy scars littering his body.

The gunshot wound was nearly forgotten in comparison to the scar, so awful that it was impossible not to focus on it.

Cass pulled down her cowl to reveal her shocked face. Eyes wide, she lightly touched the scar, running her cold fingers along the length of it. Jason shuddered.

Cass looked at her brother with sad eyes. “You were hurt,” she said quietly.

Jason shrugged, but winced when it stung. “Not really. I mean, I was dead at the time, so…” He trailed off, not meeting anyone’s eyes.

And that’s when it clicked. Tim’s jaw dropped as his eyes continued to trace the scar. “This is from your autopsy,” he realized. Jason averted his eyes and nodded.

He felt oddly ashamed, like it was his fault he had this mark, though he knew that wasn’t true. He started to feel uncomfortable with the heavy stares and wished to be covered up again, away from the prodding eyes. He coughed conscientiously. “Hey, if you’re finished with the horror movie, this still kind of hurts,” he said pointedly.

Tim didn’t move. He was still frozen, with his eyes stuck on the scar. Dick nudged him, and he blinked. “S-sorry,” he stuttered out. He resumed fixing up Jason’s wound, but his eyes kept lingering on the autopsy scar every few seconds before he diverted them.

There wasn’t much noise after that besides Tim’s muttering to himself as he worked on Jason’s injury and the sound of traffic that drifted through the city. Tim had some difficulty removing the bullet, and Jason groaned at every stab of pain he felt while the kid rummaged around the site. What he wouldn’t give to have Alfred here.

“Hey, Jason?,” Dick asked, breaking the lengthy silence.

Jason hissed again from Tim’s prodding. “What?,” he said through clenched teeth.

“How come the Lazarus pit didn’t heal the scar? I thought it fixed all your injuries from… you know.” He chewed his lip apologetically, but he couldn’t help his curiosity.

Jason considered not answering, but thought better of it when he realized it wasn’t like he had anything to hide anymore. They already knew anyway, so he had nothing left to lose. “I dunno, maybe it just works differently on scars. Never really thought about it before.” He shrugged one shoulder. “I always hated it, to be honest.”

Dick tilted his head curiously. “Why?”

Jason rolled his eyes at the obviousness. “Dude, I’ve got a freaking autopsy scar on my chest. Every morning when I look in the mirror I’m forced to see proof that I died. Proof that a crazy guy dressed like a clown woke up one day and decided 'Hey, you know what might be fun today? Killing a child.’ Proof that after said death, I had a bunch of people cutting me open and poking around my insides to figure out exactly how aforementioned clown murdered me. So yeah, I think I have good reason to hate the scar.”

Dick seemed surprised by the outburst, and his following silence had Jason hoping that the subject might be put to rest. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

“To be honest, I kind of thought you might be proud of it,” Dick continued.

Jason sighed tiredly. “And why is that?”

Dick shrugged. “It’s like your battle scar. Sure, it’s proof that you got killed and all, but it’s more than that. It’s also proof that you overcame something as powerful as death itself. If it were me, I’d be showing off that scar to everyone I meet. It’s like you have the last laugh, in a way.”

Jason considered that. But after a while he started to feel unnerved with all the earnest emotions and changed the subject. “You almost done, Tim? I’m getting cold here.” He muffled a shout when another stab of pain flashed through his chest barely a second after he finished the sentence.

Tim held up the bullet proudly. “Got it,” he smirked. He put a field dressing on the wound, pocketing the bullet after. “I’m keeping this, by the way.”

Jason rolled his eyes and attempted to sit up, being wary of the gauze and bandages. He swayed a bit, so Dick supported him with his arms until he was righted. He felt cold without a shirt, and he realized he probably couldn’t go all the way back to the manor like this. Especially if Bruce was already hosting a party there. “Listen, I’ve got an apartment a few buildings away. I think it’d be better if I just went there instead of all the way across Gotham,” he said.

Dick was about to object, but Jason interrupted. “Dude, I’m gonna scare people with this scar. And as funny as it would be, I don’t think Bruce would want rumors of the Red Hood being a zombie circulating around Gotham.”

Dick pursed his lips but relented. “Fine.” After a moment of thought, “Then we’ll just crash at your place tonight,” he grinned.

“Excuse me? I don’t recall inviting you.”

Tim smirked. “It would be irresponsible to leave you alone with a hole in your chest,” he pointed out smugly. “Plus I know you have an entire cabinet full of Oreos in your kitchen and I want some.”

Cass nodded in agreement. “Me too.”

Jason was about to object some more but thought better of it. “Fine, but on one condition. Not one of you can ever tell anyone about my scar, okay?”

“Why not?,” Dick asked.

“Because if Bruce finds out he’s going to be all depressed and moody about it. The only other people besides me who know about this are Roy and Alfred, and now it’s bad enough that the three of you know too. So your lips stay sealed, got it?”

The three considered this and nodded. Everyone had their secrets, and Jason’s was certainly justified. Satisfied, Jason turned on his heel and started in the direction of his apartment, pulling the edges of his jacket closer together in an effort to hide his middle. He heard the sounds of three pairs of footsteps following him at a distance. It felt strange, having them see his scar. Embarrassing, sure. He absolutely loathed feeling weak. But, in a way, there was a weight off his shoulders now that he hadn’t been aware he’d been carrying.

Sure, dying sucked, and coming back to life sucked even more, but the autopsy scar was different. It wasn’t only a reminder of the worst days of his life– it was like a taunt. It was death having the last laugh. “You might have escaped me this time, but I won’t let you forget for a day of your life that I won.” It was proof of his weakness. Proof of his failure.

He assumed sharing this would make his siblings think less of him. They’d see him for what he was: Broken. Damaged. Defeated.

But shockingly enough, if anything, they now viewed him as someone who beat death itself. The scar wasn’t a reminder; it was a battle scar. It was his mark, telling the world that he was a survivor and that anyone who tries to knock him down will find it impossible, because Jason Todd can’t be beaten. Jason Todd is a survivor.

As he walked, Jason found himself walking a little straighter as that thought resonated in his head. He’s a survivor.