#jason todd song fic

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason hacks into Bruce’s comm when it becomes apparent that he cannot be trusted to keep his birds safe.

Whenever either Tim or Dick are in danger and Batman is nowhere in sight, Jason switches on his side of the audio line to provide mildly ominous commentary.

Bruce is sure his dead kid is haunting him.

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

girl, i wanna see you undo it

i wanna see you but you’re not mine.

how the other batboys react to a breakup

18+, mdni !!!!!!

readers can expect: a fem reader, lotttta angst, cursing, mentions of violence, sexually explicit scenes including mentions of penetration, oral, and masturbation. also tim drake being a creep via e-stalking but reader is aware of it and more or less okay with it.

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your ex boyfriend, bruce wayne, was avoiding alfred.

his butler was insisting on signing him up for therapy, and bruce was dodging him, hard. he didn’t have it in him. he wouldn’t go pay a professional to hear how pathetic he was over the lack of you in his life. couldn’t. he’s found a much more effective way to get out his emotions.

one that involves his fists and a goon’s face.

it was probably cruel, these poor goons were just trying to feed their families, or something, but batman was indifferent.

he was now always nearing dangerously close to breaking his no-kill rule. almost always teetering over that edge. even with his own life. he’d head out in the batsuit, prowling the seediest streets of gotham, hoping, practically praying, for someone to do something illegal. he would put himself in the most deadly situations just to feel alive. wasn’t the healthiest solution, but.

did he care? no.

bruce was numb, unfeeling to those around him. he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror, not at the stupid fuck who’d lost the love of his life. he’d lagged behind in his case solving, gordon was growing increasingly more concerned. he was rude to the paparazzi asking after you, almost able to hear your voice in his ear, telling him to be nicer to them, whacking him on the bicep. he’d throw his usual charity galas, sure, but would send dick or jason in his place to showboat. he didn’t have the patience to talk to reporters. didn’t want to show face if you weren’t there on his arm. you always made the social aspect much more bearable. would always help him relieve the stress of it all after the event had ended.

but did he still care about you? yes.

just like when you were dating, bruce taking care of you was second nature.

he wouldn’t dare cancel the flower deliveries he’d set up when the two of you were together. they appeared at your apartment door every week and a half, always something different, but always in your favorite colors. you couldn’t stay mad at them either, the flowers brightened up your kitchen so nicely. when you and bruce were dating, he’d merged your calendars, just so scheduling was easier. you’d since deleted the connection, but he somehow still knows when you have appointments, as you’ll come out of your building’s lobby to a sleek black wayne enterprises car. the chauffeur opening the car door for you silently. you’d take it over the subway every time, even if it was a little awkward.

the dating app you’d downloaded after the breakup kept glitching, never letting you text any of your matches back. if you cared more, you’d contact support, but it was so odd. everything else on your phone works perfectly fine! but you had a gut feeling it had something to do with your ex boyfriend.

bruce might’ve slipped oracle a few bills for her silence over that favor.

he tried not to think about the fact you were already willing to start dating again. he couldn’t fathom being with anyone else. could not possibly wrap his head around it. why would he want anyone when he could have you? when he had already had you? everyone else seemed..lackluster.

it’s the same reason he’d been celibate since the breakup. after you, he was tainted. he didn’t think he’d ever be able to have sex again without thinking of you. especially in his own house. the two of you had fucked on every surface possible, seriously. tried every position.

it’d been difficult just sleeping in his own bed when he used to share it with you. used to make your legs shake as you gripped at the sheets. would never make you beg for anything, eating you out until you couldn’t take it anymore. that’s when bruce would press you up against him, holding you up with his huge arms as he pounded into you, his balls slapping against your clit as you whined, barely able to form words.

he’d never been with anyone the way he had with you. so obviously he wasn’t even able to finish with his own hand. it was nothing, nothing compared to the way you felt. his imagination would never have him moaning the way you could. could never make him melt the way you oh so easily were able to, with just a look.

so he was numb. and bruce just figured that’s how he’d stay.

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your ex boyfriend, jason todd, throws his book across the room, flinching when it thuds against the wall opposite.

annoyed at the surprise romantic subplot, he huffs out a breath from behind his hands. he has to get over his sudden aversion to romance, but it feels impossible after losing you. he can’t watch any of his favorite movies, can only read a select few of his favorite books.

he barely even goes out anymore, mostly to avoid seeing couples on dates. the two of you loved going out together, loved going out to community events like concerts in the park, fairs in the summer. he missed accompanying you to your nephew’s t-ball games, watching you cheer and beam up at him in one of his old baseball hats.

so he barely goes out. he doesn’t have you with him!

he saw an elderly couple strolling in the park the other day. jason had promptly turned in the opposite direction, to avoid crumpling into a ball and sobbing or throwing up into the nearest trash can.

he’d gotten back onto his bike and rode home, going way over the speed limit. he didn’t care about being safe on it anymore, not when you weren’t there to ask him to or be his backpack. he missed the way you’d hold on to him, your thighs bracketing his torso as the bike roared. how at stoplights you’d rub your palms over his chest, grabbing his pecs with your gloved hands. your resulting giggle was muffled through your motorcycle helmet, but it was still the sweetest sound in the world to him.

but jason stopped bothering trying to function out in public after that, only ever really leaving his place for missions and to train at wayne manor.

and boy, had he been training. ever since the two of you had broken up, he’d been working out to the point of exhaustion.

barely peeling himself off of the floor after each workout, always heading straight to the shower to rinse the sweat off while he zoned out into the steam. after his workouts was the only time he would relieve himself. he’d hunch over with one hand propping him up opposite the tiled wall, the other fisted around his cock as he thought of your pretty smile, your gorgeous eyes, the meat of your thighs, the curve of your ass. how you’d clench around his cock with yet another orgasm, moaning his name into the mattress.

he’d finish, hard, his body shuddering, leaving him to be ashamed with himself.

he wasn’t allowed to do this, he wasn’t allowed to think of you like you were still his. all this and yet the pain in his muscles still didn’t ease the pain in his heart, the pain seeping into his bones whenever he thought about you.

jason was still hesitant to be around his siblings.

you had left your perfume in his bathroom, and while he knows it sounds crazy, he's been spraying it on his clothes. he misses the way they would smell like you after you’d borrow them. he still hadn’t touched one of his flannels, the one you loved to steal and loved to see him in. he didn’t see the point in wearing it if you weren’t there to see it.

the last time he’d seen damian, his little brother had loudly asked him why he “smelled girly.”

jason had turned bright red and mumbled something probably unintelligible before briskly walking away, bumping into the doorframe on his way out.

he’s been spraying your perfume on the pillow you’d always use too, snuggling it close to his chest like he used to with you while he fell asleep.

it’s definitely not the same, but it’s the closest jason has to the real thing.

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tim drake, your ex boyfriend, swiveled in his desk chair, spinning back and forth. the monitors covering the wall above his desk were alive with various video feeds and social media websites.

@user892548276 was viewing your instagram story, a gorgeous selfie of you that tim had already screenshotted. he had plans for that later. @gothamite69 was liking your latest tweet, while @ilovedoggiess couldn’t get enough of your latest tiktok.

he knew he had to switch up the users so you’d think it was bots. you’d figure it out otherwise. too bad he had a thing for smart people.

he nodded, satisfied at the cctv feed of the street your apartment building was on, before throwing a hoodie on over his bare chest. tim strolled into the kitchen, his sweats slung low on his hips. he ran a hand through his hair, using the other to grab the coffee pot to refill his mug.

“hey, tim. whatcha up to?” jason leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed.

tim jumped, turning around.

“just some surveillance, nothing much.” he replied, hoping he sounded nonchalant.

“ohh, that case for bats?”

“mmhm.” tim cracked his knuckles, something of a nervous habit he’d developed after the breakup. and his serious lack of sleep.

“well, i won’t keep you. tell y/n i said hi!”

tim flinched at the mention of you as jason left in the direction of the garage. it’s not his brother’s fault. jay had been really busy with the outlaws lately, never home long enough to realize tim hadn’t brought you over in weeks. tim scrubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. maybe it was the exhaustion muddling things, but tim can’t remember the last time he’d had a full night’s sleep. it was already difficult falling asleep. it only made it worse that every time he did fall asleep he dreamed about you.

but dick had noticed. he had slowly transitioned tim’s assignments to mainly desk work. his older brother was probably worried about him being too tired on the field and getting hurt. but he hadn’t told bruce. tim preferred it that way. he didn’t need a big fuss about if he was okay or his performance level as a hero.

tim grabbed his mug, making his way back to his bedroom. he caught a glimpse of a dark figure in the window, spooking himself. he was on edge so much worse than usual. his reflection stared back at him, his face skinny and his eyebags dark against the pale skin of his cheeks.

tim shook his head, heading into his bedroom. he swayed a little, locking the door behind him. he set his mug on his desk, sitting down in his chair just in time to see you heading down the street.

he stood up so fast his chair rocketed back, hitting the wall. you usually don’t go out on thursday nights. is everything okay??

he types frantically, finding different angles to effectively follow you down the street, physically recoiling to see you stop at a restaurant. just another date.

you stopped, looking around, waving when you spot a blond guy walking towards you. tim enhances the best he can, zooming in on this asshole who thinks he’s good enough for you. tim scoffs out loud at the wrinkled shirt your date has on, looking ridiculous in comparison to your beauty.

the sundress you’re in is one of his favorites, red and white and flowery. he gulps down a sip of coffee at his screen when you turn around, the fabric hugging your body. he blinks, snapping out of it as your date ushers you into the restaurant. tim cracks his knuckles. he reaches for his phone, pulling up your contact. he itches to call you, to pull you out of the date you’re on, to make you think about him instead of that tool you’re with.

but he can’t. he shouldn’t.

he pulls up the screenshot of your story instead, staring at the selfie of you in his favorite sundress. his cock twitches against the fabric of his sweats. he can’t even count how many times he’s had you rutting against him with that dress hiked up to your waist.

he tosses his phone onto his bed, sitting back in his desk chair as he palms his cock, his brain full of thoughts of you.

you pressed up against him in a slinky dress as you slow dance at a wayne gala. waking up in your bed how the two of you fell asleep, naked, limbs intertwined. dancing in a gotham nightclub together, your hair in your face as you throw your arms up and swivel your hips in his direction in your shortest dress. the texts and pictures you’d been sending back and forth after the breakup, unable to let each other go.

tim throws his head back as he finishes, your name on his lips. his body rigid, the warm liquid all over his hands. he cleans himself off, staring into nothing until his computer dings at the motion detected on your street. you’re strutting down the sidewalk, the street empty. before you head inside your building, you stare into the cctv camera across the street. you wave, smiling coyly. tim sits up straighter, holding his breath. you hold up your thumb, and tim groans. that guy??

but you flip your thumb down at the camera, shaking your head. bad date.

tim whoops, beaming.

he shuts down his computer before flopping onto his bed, burrowing under the covers. five minutes later, he’s fast asleep as his coffee grows cold where it sits on his desk.

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny and Sam cause chaos at a gala

So Sam is forced to one of her families galas, and Danny is also forced to go because he had convinced Jack and Maddie that it would be good for his future carer

Sam and Danny find this out after complaining to each other, once they realised they were both going to the same gala they started planning

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Every member of the Batfam hated galas with a passion and Jason had thought he got out of this one when he got an alert that Joker was crashing Wayne gala

He was annoyed obviously

So he didn't know how to react when as he arrived 2 teenagers were half beating the shit out of joker and half dancing

All the goons were stuck to walls and furniture, and all the gala attendants were perfectly fine, there was also phineas and ferb songs and my little pony songs playing in the background

A girl in a poofy purple dress with knee-high combat boots was dancing to the cartoon songs while stomping on the jokers back

And a black-haired teen in a ripped-up suit with mismatched combat boots was dancing with the girl while kicking the joker's teeth in

He started recording...

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Sam and Danny planned for a week, they would sneak in and set up speakers with my little pony and Phineas and Ferb songs, 2 sets of combat boots and a Fenton blaster modified to shoot a glue like substance

So in the middle of the gala Sam and Danny started their playlist

They gave no fucks

For the first 15 minutes, they were just smashing furniture(their rich they can pay) and giving people the finger while dancing with each other to cartoon songs

Then they hopped up on tables and started firing their Fenton blasters everywhere

It was the best

So like hell they were stopping just because Bobo the wannabe clown decided to drop by

[mochinek0]

Senorita (song fic)

Alya and the girls had once again lost sight of Marinette, in the club. She hadn't wanted to come out. They were just hoping not to find her passed out at someone's table.

"There!" shouted Alix, pointing to the dance floor.

"What?" Alya shouted, "Wh-" but she caught sight of her friend dancing.

I love it when you call me Senorita

I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya

But every touch is ooh, la-la-la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming for ya

Marinette was dancing with a guy and they were pretty close. Closer than anyone they had seen Mari with and trip into just about everyone.

'That’s not the Mari I know!'

"Guys, how much has she had to drink?" Alya panicked.

"The one shot you made her take." Juleka responded.

Land in Miami

The air was hot from summer rain

Sweat dripping off me

Alya spotted Adrien and grabbed onto his arm.

"We need your help!" she pleaded, "I'm pretty sure Marinette is plastered. She's dancing with some guy and-"

"Jason wouldn’t hurt her." Adrien declared, spotting them.

'Ugh, gonna need eye bleach.'

Before I even knew her name, la-la-la

It felt like ooh, la-la-la

Yeah, no

"How do you know?" Mylene questioned.

He smiled, "Her boyfriend wouldn't hurt her."

"Boyfriend!" they cried out.

Sapphire moonlight

We danced for hours in the sand

Tequila Sunrise

"Oh." he spoke, "You didn't know?"

"No!" they shouted.

"When did she get a boyfriend?" Alix asked, eyeing them dance.

'Didn't expect Mari to be a grinder.'

Her body fit right in my hands, la-la-la

It felt like ooh, la-la-la, yeah

"Two years ago." Adrien sighed, leaving them speechless, "I'll wait until the song is over and then bring her to talk. How's that?"

They just nodded as the song continued to play.

I love it when you call me Senorita

I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya

But every touch is ooh, la-la-la

It's true, la-la-la

Ooh, I should be running

Adrien walked over to the couple. They could see Mari was pissed when she crossed her arms. Adrien pointed at the group. Her boyfriend seemed to find the situation amusing and laughed. Marinette on the other hand, smacked her forehead. All three of the left the dance floor and walked over.

Ooh, you know I love it when you call me Senorita

I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave ya

But every touch is ooh, la-la-la

It's true, la-la-la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming for ya

"Hey, Mari." Rose waved.

"So, uh, you-you have a boyfriend." Alix commented.

"Yeah." Marinette answered.

Alya rapidly glances at Adrien told her all she needed to.

"Why did Adrien know before us?" Alya asked, a bit disappointed.

"Because this goofball is my roommate." Mari sighed.

Adrien shouted, "Hey!"

Marinette simply rolled her eyes.

Locked in the hotel

There's just some things that never change

You say we're just friends

But friends don't know the way you taste, la-la-la

'Cause you know it's been a long time coming

Don't you let me fall, oh

The girls glanced at Marinette's boyfriend to gauge his reaction. He seemed unbothered by the revelation.

"Th-That doesn't bother you?" Mylene asked, "Them living together?"

"Nah." he answered, waving his hand, "Mari's told me plenty of embarassing stuff about him to have him practically be another brother added to the mix." Jason answered.

"You what?" Adrien shrieked, "Why?"

"Revenge." Marinette answered.

"It was one time!" he shouted back.

"It was one time too many!" she shrieked back.

Everyone glanced at the two roommates confused. The girls had never seen them at odds before. To Jason, they just reminded him of his siblings, during a quarrel.

Ooh, when your lips undress me

Hooked on your tongue

Ooh, love, you kiss is deadly

Don't stop

"So, uh….how did you two meet?" asked Rose.

"In Mexico." Jason declared.

"Huh?" Alya replied, confused.

"I had that client two years ago." Mari answered, "I left for a six months trip to Mexico."

"We met in a café by the beach." her boyfriend continued, "They were trying to hustle her. Pixie started yelling at them in full on Spanish. Their faces when they realized she spoke Spanish fluently . They ran around and grabbed her order so fast! It was glorious! I paid for her meal and asked her to sit with me."

"I was in a rush and they were messing around." Marinette growled.

Jason smiled, "I told her to relax for five minutes or she could fall and create a bigger mess. She sat down and ate with me."

"It's not my fault I'm clumsy." she pouted.

I love it when you call me Senorita

I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya

But every touch is ooh, la-la-la

It's true, la-la-la

Ooh, I should be running

"We talked for a bit." Jason spoke, "I saw her there just about every morning. I decided to ask her to grab food with me at a different place."

"We got tacos." Mari smiled.

He sighed, "I still can't believe you eat snails, but you won't eat octopus."

Marinette glared at Adrien, "Yeah. There's a reason for that."

"I'm sorry!" Adrien shouted.

Ooh, you know I love it when you call me Senorita

I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave ya

But every touch is ooh, la-la-la

It's true, la-la-la (true, la-la)

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming for you

Jason laughed, "What?" I don't know this story."

Marinette leaned up and kissed his cheek, "I'll tell you later."

"No!" Adrien shouted, "Please don't!"

"You don't understand he would understand you more than I did?" Mari suggested.

Adiren grabbed Jason's hands quickly, "If you really love me like a brother, keep an open mind."

Jason glanced at his girlfriend, who only shook her head. He nodded and got a bright smile in return.

'Oh god; original Jon.'

"Hey, I tried the tacos de lengua." Marinette declared.

"Tacos de what?" Alix questioned.

"Tongue." Mari spoke, "Cow's tongue; it's wasn't bad."

"Eww." the girls replied grossed out.

"Cool!" Alix smiled.

All along I've been coming for ya (for ya)

And I hope it meant something to ya (ooh)

Call my name, I'll be coming for ya

Coming for ya, coming for ya, coming for ya

For ya

For ya (oh, she loves it when I call)

For ya

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming for ya

"So you met in Mexico and kept meeting when you both came back to Paris?" Juleka questioned.

"Actually, we've been in a long distance relationship." Marinette answered.

"I live in the United States." Jason continued.

Mari smiled, "I didn't expect you to be here."

"I was gonna visit your place tomorrow." he admitted, "You said you were busy with work. Liar."

Mari scoffed, "I was busy. The girls were the ones who dragged me out complaining I'm a work-a-holic."

"See Pix, this is why you fit in." he smiled.

"Fit in?" Mylene asked.

"With what?" Alya pushed.

"My family." Jason explained, "All work-a-holics, except my sisters. Between Tim and you…..i don't know who drinks more coffee."

Marinette giggled, "Well, we'll find out this summer, won't we?"

"Oh, is your family comign to Paris?" Rose asked, smiling, hoping to meet new people.

"I'll be visiting his family." Mari declared, "Jason and his older brother are here in Paris, right now, but his other family are busy. Tomorrow, I'm taking them to meet Maman and Papa. Actually, it's probably best if we leave now. Bakers wake up super early."

Jason sighed. He had been ready to spend all night with Marinette at the club.

"You get super fresh pastry." his girlfriend teased.

"I'm in!" Jason smiled.

"Me too." Adrien exclaimed, inviting himself along.

"Sure, Adrien." the baker's daughter replied.

After the couple had left, the girls turned to Adrien.

"What do you think?" Juleka questioned.

"I've never seen her happier." Adrien smiled.

Some of them shifted uncomfortably, hoping to push the two roommates together.

"Hey, how come we didn’t know you two were roommates?" Alya pushed.

"I'm shocked you didn't, but I guess I'm usually out at the bakery or with Luka." he replied, "Marinette put padding in her room to make it soundproof so her sewing didn't wake me up. I probably came home sometimes while you were there and you didn't even hear me."

Alix smiled chaotically, "So, have you accidentally seen her?"

Adrien sighed, "She forgot to lock the bathroom door twice and her right hook was enough for me to start knocking on doors. I think I was half asleep and knocked on my own door, once."

Alix began to laugh. Rose started to giggle and Juleka just look amused. Alya was still reeling with the fact that her OTP was outdated and seemed to have moved on to a sibling bond instead.

Jason held Marinette's hand as he walked her home, "So, are you gonna tell me about the octopus thing and Adrien?"

She palmed her face and sighed, "I went on a trip with my uncle for two weeks. Adrien had to study for finals and his laptop was broken. I told him he could use mine. I was planning on taking my tablet, anyways."

Her boyfriend nodded, along.

"I came back a day early." Marinette explained, "I booted up my laptop to transferring my sketches I worked on. There-There was just so much….hentai on it. It felt like there was fifty tabs open."

Jason immediately started cracking up with laughter.

"Next thing I know, Adrien walks in. I'm just standing there, pointing at my laptop. He dropped to his knees and started apologizing that he had been stressed and was gonna delete the search history that night, before I got back."

"Oh my god." Jason cried, "You know what, I think I might know someone he might get along with. They both have Daddy issues."

Mari giggled.

"Roy is a single dad." he added.

Mari smiled, "Adrien loves kids."

"Bring him to Gotham and we'll set somehting up." Jason smiled.

"Uh, we should probably stop and see Roy first." she pushed.

"Why?" he asked.

"I'm pretty sure Selena would adopt him on the spot, if they met." she declared, "He's my unofficial brother and he loves my parents but….something tells me they would get along like thieves."

Jason winced, "Roy first. Got it."

[fidothefinch]

the sun will come out (tomorrow)

Jason was quiet as he climbed into the back seat of the Lexus.

Alfred gave him a thorough but subtle check over before he shut the door for his young charge. Nothing in his school uniform was amiss. His backpack looked lighter than usual, but then, he wouldn’t have as much homework today, due to the field trip. His pallor was acceptable, though his expression was that of a child who had seen too much of the world, much too early.

As he returned to his own seat, Jason’s forehead knocked gently against the glass of the window.

“How was your school trip, Master Jason?”

Jason inhaled shakily. “It was okay.” At Alfred’s silence, he continued, voice fractured, “I’m just ready to go home.”

Alfred hummed. “Of course.” He mentally scrapped his conversation starters as he pulled the car back into traffic. Jason had been buzzing with excitement all week, all month, leading up to the day. One of the theaters on Grand Avenue had arranged a special showing for the school children of Gotham. Alfred had expected no less than several hours’ worth of excited conversation, analyzing the musical motifs, dialogue, and themes of the show.

Despondence radiated from the back seat.

They had reached the outskirts of the city center when Jason’s small voice asked, “Am I a bad person?”

“Of course not!” Alfred was quick to reply. “Whatever would give you that idea?”

“But I’m not. . . plucky.”

“I overhear your conversations with Master Bruce, and I beg to differ.”

“No, really.” Jason scooted forward until his elbows could rest across the shoulders of either seat in the front, no doubt disregarding the parameters for effectively wearing a seat belt. “I don’t think I am. I don’t—I didn’t . . . .” he trailed off, clearly struggling to voice his thoughts.

“Does this have something to do with your field trip?”

Jason’s frame sagged, and he slipped back into his own seat again. “Annie never gave up hope,” he muttered.

Alfred’s heart stuttered at the name. If he and Bruce had realized which musical was showing this year—

“Camille and Ashton kept staring at me, and then on the bus ride back to school they kept whispering, and I was going to let it roll off my back, just like you always said. But then we were discussing it in class after, and Mrs. Mayhew was talking about ‘optimism’ and how it’s a good character trait. A-and,” Jason stuttered, breath hitching. “Ashton asked me if I could relate to Annie because I’m an orphan.”

Alfred sucked in a sharp breath, anger sparking in his chest. Before he could say anything, Jason barreled on.

“And then him and Camille started asking me a bunch of stuff about—about living on the street, and my mom? And I don’t know who, but someone else said—” and Jason’s breath hitched into a sob. “Said I wasn’t even a good orphan unless I was plucky like Annie.”

“Oh, Master Jason,” Alfred breathed. “Your classmates had no right to make demands like that. And they certainly have no right to tell you how you should feel or behave.”

Jason needed several seconds to collect himself, and still his voice was watery. “I know, but aren’t they right? I stole, and-and I did what I had to to survive. But I—there were times—I thought I was going to die. I lost hope, and-and what good can I be if I don’t have hope?”

Alfred waited a moment to reply, collecting his thoughts and wrestling his emotional reaction down. Jason’s quiet hitched breaths and sniffs filled the silence.

“Hope can be found again,” Alfred finally said, choosing his words carefully. “And I have much more respect for those that find hope than those who never faced losing it. Master Jason, you were a child in an impossible situation, and your resilience and capacity for kindness is a testament of your hope.”

A long sniff from the back seat.

“You give me hope,” Alfred admitted. He pictured the change he had witnessed in Bruce, the lightness Jason had brought to the Manor in Dick’s absence. That one of Gotham’s children could be exposed to the worst she had to offer, and yet still yearn to work toward her betterment, changed his outlook for the city.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

Later, there would be phone calls to make, poetry to slip under Jason’s door, hot chocolate to make. Right now, Alfred let his composure slip just a moment, and found Jason’s red-rimmed eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“Of course, Jason.”

[neat-soda-enjoyer]

Looking Out For You

Your childhood crush came back! Except he wears a red helmet and goes around either killing criminals or pulling some underground scheme you’ll hear about on the news. And he has beef with the Batman so why is he still adamant on looking out for you?

Please do not steal or repost any of my writing

Context: You, a secretary working for Detective Cash Tankinson’s Investigations, get mixed up in the kerfuffle between Red Hood and Batman. After a series of misunderstandings and mistakes, you find out that the criminal (?) is the Robin who had your preteen heart in a vice gripe years ago. That nice boy who you remembered that went out of his way to make you feel special, even if you never knew his true identity. You eventually moved on when he stopped showing up and Batman was paroling around with a new, younger sidekick. But now it seems that he remembers you, too, so now you have the Red Hood take up the unneeded position of your guardian angel.

Also, you’re an artist/sculptor whose projects centers around the subject of violence against women/girls because you’re an abuse survivor. Still, you decided to prioritize your day job wonder how that'll turn out

Trigger warnings: Past abuse/molestation (no rape) of reader, violence, drugs, trauma related to past abuse, Gotham being Gotham at its best (crimes being a normality), Jason’s torture and death, assault, attempted assault

No smut (yet), but ofc there’s gonna be mentions of sex and nudity

Side note: The fic does not take place in any canon timeline. Aside from following the main canon plots, everything else is going by my version (Reader’s timeline :] ).

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with DC comics or its franchises.

Tag: #Looking Out For You in Gotham

୨ৎ . ׂ 𝒩𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ִ 𓂃 ࣪ ⟡

Chapter 1: That Night (Not yet posted)

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Some Future WIP ideas (inspired by songs)

Fic summaries & Songs below <33 (or just go off name alone)

American Healthcare (Penelope Scott)- Jason Centric AU, He goes to Med school and becomes a doctor in Gotham working alongside Leslie (but still hiding the fact he is Jason, because im a sucker for identity shenanigans) and reconnects with his family via Leslies meddling and a Vigilantes tendency to get injured at least once a week

Little Lion Man (Mumford & Sons) +You're gonna go far kid (The Offspring)- Damian Centric AU, one by one his siblings go missing until its up to him as the last bat to take down the big bad and go back to save his family before it's too late. (Lots of scenes of Damian seeing visions/ghosts of his siblings- aka Black Phone vibes)

Eleanor Rigby(Cody Fry) + Providence (Poor Mans Posion)- No Centric, but lots of Tim & Duke focus, having lived in Gotham and fed up by the injustice the kids break from their fathers values and set out to do what Red Hood tried and failed to take as far as it needed to go. They will work together to unite their siblings to a new mission. Can batman really face against his own children?

Stalkers Tango (Autoheart)- + Bust Your Kneecaps (Pompaloose)- Tim centric because he is a creepy little shit and I appreciate unhinged batfam. But make it Timber and its the whole family just supporting their creepy little brother over his obsessive crush (and Bernard whose lowkey into it) (dont worry about the second song, bernard lives)

Kiss With a Fist (Florence + The Machine)- Enemies to Lovers but make it aged up (obvi) DamiJon. Like let Jon have a little temper and Damian have someone who can match his little shit tendencies. They get along like a house on fire (much to the horror of the rest of the hero community) but the chaos possibility is *chefs kiss*

[sleepisoverrated]

Hey here's some songs that I think match (, but keep in mind I was reading Angst fics when collecting the songs)

Jason- Mad Hatter Malanie Martinez, Control Halsey, I'm gonna show you crazy Bebe Rexha, Ain't No Rest For The Wicked Cage The Elephant, House Of Memories Panic!At the Disco, I'm Just Your Problem Adventure Time(Bruce), War and Apologize by grandson, Wonderland Caravan Palace and Boy in the Bubble Alec Benjamin

Dick- Sarcasm Get Scared, Favourite color is Blue Robert DeLong, SAD Young Rising Sons, Novocaine and Last of the Real ones by Fall out boy, Lonely Palaye Royale, Wolf in Sheeps Clothing Set it of(id crisis), Shit Bo Burnham(depressed),Burn the House Down AJR, Teeth 5 seconds of summer(SlaDick), Lotta True Crime Penelope Scott(rape, dark), Best Friends grandson, Wake me up and Hey Brother by Avicii, Medicine Artist vs Poet and Victorious Panic! At the Disco

Damian- Bones Imagine Dragons(Robin is magic), If I Killed someone for you Alec Benjamin, parents YUNGBLUD(his perspective/scared of saying he's gay), Love Like You and Here comes a thought Steven Universe,and Immortals Fall out boy(mini SuperBat)

Tim- I'll Sleep when I'm dead Set it off, Crazy=Genius Panic!At the Disco and Two Birds Regina Spektor

Bruce- Teenagers and Welcome to the Black parade by MCR and Wilson(Expensive mistakes) Fall out Boy

There are less songs for Tim and Bruce because I don't know their lore that well or don't listen to music that matches them.

[batboycentral]

amoeba -- read on ao3

Everything had changed, and Tim couldn’t tell if it was for better or for worse. He’d gotten sharper, more efficient in his fighting and workflow, but he’d had to sacrifice everything for a man he wasn’t sure would still love him when he got back.

He knew he hadn’t been wanted at first, but the family had grown to love him, of that he was sure–Tim had never felt so warm with Bruce, Dick and Alfred than he had with his parents. They weren’t the touchy-feely type, and there was little evidence to prove they even liked him–but it was different with Batman. He had protected Tim, taken him in, made him feel safe.

And here he was, avoiding all of them.

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bruce comes back from the time-stream. tim copes.

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[comicarc]

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Part 1

wc: 1833

365 Days After That Night

Jason Todd was the Red Hood. Jason Todd was a criminal. Most of all, Jason Todd was a murderer, for he murdered the only remnant of love I had left in my soul. He was my breaking point. 

It’s been a year since the night he left and though I tried my hardest to bury his memory in my mind, his recent headlines made for incessantly annoying reminders. Though the ghost of Jason’s lacking presence haunted me every day, I was able to suppress those thoughts. Luckily, my job at the Gotham Gazette came with a considerably generous salary, often encouraging me to forget all the undesirable aspects of the job, including him. 

Tonight, I was staying late at the police station, waiting for my interviewee, Dick Grayson, to arrive from Bludhaven. He had been working a case on a notorious serial killer who had recently broadened his horizons and began to kill in Gotham. He was the only one overseeing it, thus, taking note of his busy schedule, I had set up an appointment weeks prior. Though he was already an hour late, I decided to wait, for an opportunity like this may not come as easily again.

I sat at his desk, resting my head in the palm of my hand and darting my eyes across the room to cure myself of my boredom. One particular photo caught my eye as my gaze trailed to the framed pictures on the desk. Dick was with a younger, lively boy, posing for their photo in front of Wayne Manor. Curious, I inspected the photo closer to notice that the other boy had azure eyes and curly black hair, just like–

“–Ah, I see you’ve taken an interest in my brother, eh? It’s my favorite photo from when I was still living in Gotham.” Dick had finally made his entrance.

“Detective Grayson,” I said, surprised by his voice. 

Sitting down he asked, “You must be y/n? I’m sorry for arriving so late, the route from Bludhaven to Gotham is always littered with traffic.”

“Yes, I’ve heard.” With that, I began my questioning. It eased into a conversation the deeper we dove into the topic until eventually a few hours had passed and Dick had to head off to another crime scene.

“Before you leave, may I ask…which of your brothers is that? I’ve only heard of two others and they seem to be too young to have been in that photo when it was taken.”

“Jason Todd. He kinda of fell off the face of the Earth on his enlightening retreat, so almost everyone forgot about him. Now that he’s back, he's done well to stay out of the spotlight.” 

To ask more questions would be to intrude on his personal life, and so, tempering my desires, I quickly left.

Jason Todd was Red Hood, a criminal, a murderer. And a liar. 

4 Days Later

Days passed, giving me barely enough time to digest the information that Dick had given me. After some of my own research, I found that Jason was alive and well. The night he left me was the night he reunited with his family. The very family he claimed to hate…he left me for them. 

Now sitting in my cubicle at the Gazette, my thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, for my feelings for Jason had begun to resurface. I longed to see him, to hear him to be with him. But I couldn’t blame him anymore, for my fantasies led me to break my own heart. I wanted something that was never there, and I had to accept that. I shook my stupid ideas away as I looked at the whiteboard across the room to see my next assignment. My stoic expression turned into one of horror as I read: “Y/n → Wayne Gala”.

I rushed to the chief editor’s office and begged to be reassigned, but all my pleas were in vain because no one else was available to cover for me. Begrudgingly, I went back to my desk and looked down at the invitation that was put on it. The bold letters embedded at the top of the card were as searing as a blade, for they sliced my heart into a million pieces. I went home immediately, for I had very little time and a lot to do to prepare. 

Jason would be there as well and I wanted to catch his eye to make him feel jealous and regretful for leaving me, but for that, I needed a statement dress. Thus, I decided to head to a nearby shopping plaza, to spend as much money as I could on a dress that I would never wear again, all for a man that may not even remember me. 

After a successful trip, I roamed around the plaza in search of a light snack before getting ready for the night's festivities. Wandering my eyes, I caught sight of a familiar man on the other side of the nearly empty area. Walking closer to clear my suspicions, I recognized him to be the one and only Jason Todd. 

He was with another woman who seemed to be a thousand times prettier than her. Her gorgeous red hair was tied in a high ponytail and fell down to her hips, her lean figure resembled that of a model, and her face seemed too proportional to be true. She was perfect. And she was kissing him on the cheek. The sight made me want to cry out right then and there. He had moved on. 

Later that Day, in the Evening

As I made my way through the entrance doors entranced by the beauty of the domain, I was welcomed by a breathtaking display of opulence and extravagance, transforming the Manor into a realm of sheer elegance. Crystal chandeliers dangled from the high ceilings, casting a cascade of shimmering light across the grand ballroom. The walls were adorned with rich tapestries depicting scenes of Gotham's history, each thread telling a story of wealth and power. Exquisite floral arrangements of velvety red roses and ivory lilies graced every corner, their intoxicating fragrance mingling with the soft strains of a string quartet that filled the air.

Guests, dressed in their finest attire, moved gracefully through the lavishly decorated rooms, their laughter and whispered conversations creating an enchanting symphony that resonated through the space. A grand staircase, adorned with a crimson carpet, beckoned guests to ascend toward the upper levels, adding an air of regal grandeur to the soirée.

In the heart of the ballroom, stood Jason Todd. He was a magnetic presence, a striking figure that effortlessly drew the eye. Dressed in a tailored black suit that accentuated his lean and muscular frame, he appeared both rugged and refined. The dimmed lighting highlighted the chiseled lines of his jaw, the shadow of stubble giving him an air of mysterious allure. His dark, tousled hair framed his face, adding to his rugged charm. His piercing blue eyes were like sapphires in the night. He moved with a confident grace, his every step commanding attention and admiration from those around him.

He was so captivating that I continued to stare until his gaze locked onto mine. For an instant, the world around us seemed to fade into obscurity. It was as if time itself had stopped. There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, a hint of regret, and a trace of something deeper, something that mirrored the tumultuous history we shared. It was a gaze that carried the weight of our past, and in that moment, I knew that the night held more secrets and emotions than I had ever imagined.

Stop. I’m imagining things.

I focused my mind on the task at hand, to distract myself from him. My every move was meticulous, like a well-rehearsed dance. My professional demeanor was unwavering as I discreetly took notes on the evening's proceedings, capturing every detail and nuance of the event. I engaged in discussions about Gotham's elite, current events, and the philanthropic endeavors the gala aimed to support. All the while, my smile remained fixed and my words carefully chosen, masking the emotional turmoil that raged beneath the surface.

Suddenly, in the midst of conversation, Jason's warm and inviting hand gently wrapped around my wrist, guiding me away from the bustling gala and into a secluded garden nestled within the sprawling grounds of Wayne Manor. 

The garden seemed to come alive under the moon's tender caress. The moon was like a radiant pearl in the inky sky, spilling its ethereal light through the dense canopy of trees, creating an enchanting interplay of shadows and soft, silvery beams. As we stood, the night's gentle breeze carried the fragrance of blooming flowers, adding a layer of sensuousness to the charged atmosphere. 

Before Jason could utter a single word, my pent-up emotions, like a dam bursting, spilled forth with a hiss of anger and hurt. “What the hell? Who the hell do you think you are?” The words tumbled from my lips, carrying the weight of a year's worth of unanswered questions and unresolved feelings. 

Jason stood before me, his expression a complex interplay of emotions. His eyes, once piercing and intense, now held a hint of regret and remorse. In the stillness of that moonlit garden, the unspoken words hung heavy in the air, waiting for the right moment to find their voice and bridge the chasm that had grown between us.

“It’s Jason…remember.”

“No.” All I do is remember.

“You’re my best friend.” 

“I’m sorry, but you’ve got the wrong girl. I don’t know anyone named Jason.” 

“What the hell is going on with you? Why can’t you remember me?”

“You’re the one that needs to remember.”

“What?”

“Remember that night? It’s been a year and you’ve clearly moved on. I’m glad you got your happy ending with a girl even prettier than me. That begs the question…why even talk to me with the intention of leaving again?”

“Y/n, I–”

“–Save it. I can’t do this anymore.”

My rapid footsteps echoed on the cobblestone path, and the sound of my heels clicking with every step rang in my ears. I paid no heed to the gasps and whispers that trailed behind me like a ghostly chorus of judgment. 

In my haste, I collided with a solid figure, and the impact sent a shiver through my frame. I looked up, and it was none other than Dick Grayson, his eyes a curious blend of mockery and amusement. In my agitated state, I only heard his attempt at humor as a blade deepening the wound that had been freshly reopened.

This gala was a set-up, a trap and I fell face-first into it. But, it did allow me to realize something. 

Jason Todd was Red Hood, a criminal, a murderer, a liar. And a fool for thinking that I may ever love him again.

[kawaii-queen-kaiju]

🎵I have died in your arms tonight🎵

Angel of Death/Jason Todd AU

(Prev. Chapter)

Jason came to in the Batcave medbay, his chest aching with phantom pains. He sat up, groaning at the feeling.

"Rest, Master Jason. You lost quite a lot blood… somehow…"

As always, Alfred appeared, timing impeccable. He fluffed Jason's pillow, standing it up behind him so that he could sit up. "What happened?" His head felt fuzzy, like it was stuffed with cotton.

Bruce rounded the corner, followed by Dick wringing his hands. "That's what we'd like to know. Dick found you in a pool of your blood, not a scratch on you. And yes, we checked. It was yours."

Jason buried his face in his hands. His memory was spotty. He remembered… a girl? With wings? Probably a blood loss hallucination… even though he's not wounded. Yet somehow he lost enough blood to need a transfusion, going by the blood bags.

"Y'know what? I don't even care. I have class tomorrow, so, I'm out."

Bruce stepped forward and put a hand on Jason's chest. "Jason, no. We need to figure out who did this and why."

Jason scoffed and batted Bruce's hand away. "Okay? So do it. I'm leaving." He stood up, brushing by the other men in the room. The odd feeling was already dissipating. He's fine.

(Next Chapter)

[ghost-bxrd]

There’s a crash behind him and Dick spins on his heels, instantly on guard— only to be met with Jason’s wide eyed stare.

He sighs, relaxing again. Seriously, what’s with this kid, “Hey, Jason. Know where Bruce is? I need some assistance with a… recent case.”

What case, is what he expects Jason to ask. Or maybe just tell Dick to piss off. It’s always a toss up with Jason.

He does not expect for the boy’s gaze to become downright apprehensive. Which is a novel look on the kid Dick really doesn’t like. Jason doesn’t do apprehensive, he jumpst straight to hostile.

“Hey, buddy,” Dick takes a slow step forward, an inkling of worry creeping into his mind , “You okay? Did something happen?

Jason shies away and Dick stops dead, hands held out placatingly.

“It’s okay, I’m not coming closer. What happened? Are you hurt?” Because something clearly must have happened for Jason to be so wary all of a sudden. Last time Dick remembers seeing him Jason was still his usual spitfire self.

Jason’s expression shudders, a multitude of emotions there and gone in a flash before he opens his mouth and—

Dick blinks, tilting his head slightly at the weird sound that comes out of the boy’s throat. Something like a high pitched chirp more reminiscent of a bird than a human being. Soft, almost musical in quality.

Jason keeps staring at him after, something expectant in his gaze that becomes progressively more upset with each passing second.

“Uhm,” Dick says eloquently, unsure what to do, “That’s a cool… thing you did there. Did B teach you?”

Something about that must have been the wrong thing to say because Jason’s face drops from wary trepidation into outright terror.

— Owl Song pt. IX sneak peek 🦉

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Five Stages of Mamma Mia

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Catherine Johnson (AKA Catherine Todd) is Jason's bio mom and Jason doesn't know who his father is. He engages in adventures while getting to know the men that could possibly be his biological father. I'm literally about to traumatize Jason within an inch of his life (literally) in the process.

Also, the five stages won't be in order probably because it doesn't have to be. :)

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jason Blood, Catherine Todd Mention, Bruce Wayne, Willis Todd Mention

Relationship(s): Past Catherine Todd/Jason Blood, Past Catherine Todd/Bruce Wayne, Past Catherine Todd/Willis Todd

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Mamma Mia-inspired AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Father-Son Relationship(s), Jason Todd Experiences the Five Stages of Grief

Chapter One: Money, Money, Money (Denial)

Jason didn't go into Catherine's room for days after her passing. It frightened him to think he could go into the room and she wouldn't be there. It was a reality that Jason had to face. So, one night after coming home from the supermarket, he crept into the room. He was never barred from entering her room. It just felt like an intrusion to go in without her being there. The smell of vinegar and burnt plastic filled the room, but Jason was used to it.

He turned the lights on and stared at the suitcase at the foot of the bed. She'd had that bag for as long as he could remember, and he opened the battered leather suitcase. He wiped a few stray tears from his cheeks and swallowed hard. The first thing at the top was a photo of Jason at the zoo. It was one of many photos in the suitcase. Some Jason recognized, and others he didn't. Most of the ones he couldn't identify were from before he was born. Catherine usually dated her pictures, so Jason organized most of them. It kept his mind preoccupied. That way, he didn't have to miss her.

Underneath the first layer of photos was a diary. It was locked, and the leather faded from brick to a washed-out pink. Jason picked it up and held it to his chest. He'd only seen it once. It was Catherine's diary. Jason knew most people in his position would be excited to read their mother's diary, but he couldn't move himself to betray her trust like that. He still thought she'd come back somehow. Maybe it was childish to think she'd come back, but he figured people came back to life in Gotham all the time. For that moment, though, it felt good just to see something of his mother's.

He set the diary aside and continued digging through the suitcase until he found a photograph of a man with sunglasses grinning at a parade. Jason's mother wasn't in the picture, but he knew she had it for a reason. He looked at the back of the photograph for the date and noticed it was a year before he was born. He set it on top of the diary and lit a cigarette. He didn't think much of the picture until he found other photographs of the same man and a photo booth strip of Catherine with him. He wondered if they were in love.

In another set of pictures, though, Catherine was with Bruce Wayne. It was around the same time as the photographs with the other man. There weren't as many pictures of her with him, but she looked so happy.

It made Jason wonder what went wrong. Maybe he was to blame. Jason dumped the ashes on a piece of paper before noticing the ashes burned a hole in the page. "Darn it! Nononono," Jason whispered as he tried to put the page out. Once he managed to stomp it out, he looked at the paper and realized it was his birth certificate. "No," Jason whimpered.

He frowned and took another puff from his cigarette. He promised to kick himself for being so irresponsible later, but for the moment, he decided to finish smoking his cigarette. People usually gave Jason the worst looks when he smoked cigarettes, but they didn't understand the bitter taste of tobacco, and the smoke was well-earned after the stress he endured constantly. He never begged for much of anything and never complained. The cigarettes helped. Hunger, stress, anger? It all melted away with a simple cigarette. Jason decided he'd have to smoke two more to calm himself. Usually, he didn't smoke that much back to back, but things had gotten painfully stressful.

He finished the last three cigarettes in the pack before cleaning up and leaving the room. He tried to cook for himself, but his nerves were shot, and the cupboards were bare. So, Jason decided he'd go to the deli. He had twenty dollars left of their emergency money, and the "classic Italian" was only twelve bucks. Jason climbed out the window and onto the fire escape, involuntarily shivering as the cold air hit him. Jason absentmindedly stepped in blood from a crime scene that'd been left behind overnight. It sent a shiver up his spine, and he pointed his index and pinky fingers downward before wiping the bottom of his shoe against the wall. He didn't know where he learned it, but he knew it was supposed to keep his luck from worsening.

A man ran into him on the sidewalk and nearly knocked him over. "Watch it!" Jason yelled out. The man paid him no mind, and not too long after that, a police officer shoved him out of the way, knocking him to the ground. Jason got up and dusted himself off. "Pig!"

He stepped off the sidewalk and jaywalked to the deli. The man at the deli greeted Jason as soon as he came in. "The regular?" the man asked. Jason grinned and nodded. The deli was one of the safest places in Gotham. It was where his mother sent him most of the time when she had company. It happened a lot, so he and the deli clerk knew each other well. Jason approached the counter and tried to hand the man his twenty. "Figurati. Don't worry about it. How're you feeling?"

"I'm holding up," Jason answered as honestly as he could. "I can pay. I have—."

"No, today you eat for free. I haven't seen you... Is your mama better?" the man asked. Jason shook his head and sharply inhaled before a few tears escaped. He turned to leave out of embarrassment, but the man invited him into the back. The man sat Jason down and fixed his sandwich. "It's alright. Jason, there's no shame in tears. When did it happen?"

"A few days ago," Jason whimpered. He tried desperately to pull himself together as he watched the man work. The man washed his hands and started packing away soups and making sandwiches. "Mr. Bernardi, I can pay you for the sandwich. Really—."

"No," Mr. Bernardi interrupted in a stern tone of voice. It startled Jason, but he did his best to conceal his fear. Mr. Bernardi had a soft heart and a grandfatherly sweetness to him. "When's the last time you ate? Hm? And no lying."

"Two days ago," Jason answered. He bowed his head out of shame.

"Eat," Mr. Bernardi commanded. Jason obeyed. It felt good to have something on his stomach, especially since he ran out of cigarettes. "I don't like that."

Jason looked up and blinked absently, wondering how he'd offended the man. "I don't like when children are hungry. It makes my stomach hurt," Mr. Bernardi chastised Jason. He sighed when he looked at the tears welling up in Jason's eyes. "Here." Mr. Bernardi handed Jason a can of rootbeer.

Jason felt like he'd give way to tears at any moment, so he thanked Mr. Bernardi and got up to leave. Mr. Bernardi whispered something to one of his employees and she offered Jason a ride back to his apartment. Jason opened his mouth to turn them down, but he knew it was no use arguing with Mr. Bernardi.

Jason got in the backseat and the woman put a large order in the passenger's seat. She didn't say much. "Bernardi doesn't like a lot of people, but he likes you. He says you remind him of himself when he was growing up in Italy," she whispered.

Jason was too emotional to speak still, so he stared out the window. When they got to his apartment they both got out of the car and she said she needed to deliver an order in his building. They went in the front entrance and climbed up to his floor. He had an uneasiness in his chest that was confirmed when the woman handed him the large bag filled with food. "Bernardi wants you to take it... It's not charity, and he'll be offended if you send me back with it," she whispered. Jason thanked her and rushed into his apartment where he could cry without being looked at.

At least he wouldn't have to sleep on an empty stomach.

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #8

I'll admit this one isn't exactly what I had pictured or what I wanted it to be, but I'm trying to put less pressure on myself and just enjoy the challenge of posting every day, even if it's something small and a little unpolished (:

xxx i’ve got soul but i’m not a soldier

Jason probably shouldn’t be driving his bike so fast, especially with the new rainfall making the road slick. He doesn’t care, though. Dick is in trouble. Babs hadn’t said much, doesn’t actually know much by the sounds of it, but it’s obviously bad. Bad enough that Roy had called the only for emergencies number. Bad enough that Bruce himself had gone to get him. 

He focuses all of his attention on the road in front of him, knowing that if he starts to let his mind wander even a little then his thoughts will spiral into worst-case-scenarios. The last thing he or Dick or anyone needs right now is for him to spiral. 

He gets to the Batcave in record time, barely comes to a full stop before he’s off his bike and running to the infirmary, his footfall echoing through the cavernous space. Roy is there, standing near the entrance, chewing on his thumbnail. Bruce and Alfred are crowded around the hospital bed and though he can only see his legs, Jason knows that it’s Dick lying there.

“Jason,” Roy says as he approaches, lowering his arm and moving into Jason’s path.

“What happened?” Jason tries to see around Roy, but Roy moves to block his view. Jason glares at him. “Will you get out of my way?”

“Jason,” Roy says again, and Jason gives him a shove, stepping around him, and his stomach twists.

“What the hell are you doing?” He starts forward again, and again Roy steps in front of him, this time putting a firm hand against his chest. 

“You have to let them work,” he says quietly. 

Jason turns to him, his anger building, and part of him wants to fight. “They’re putting a tube down his throat. He should be in a hospital!” He shouts the last part, loud enough that Bruce glances up at him, but only for a moment before turning his attention back to Dick.

“There wasn’t time,” Roy says. “J, there wasn’t time. Alfred knows what he’s doing.”

Jason lets his tense body relax a little, taking a small step back, and forces himself to turn his attention to Roy. “What happened, Roy? What the hell happened?”

“I found him in an alley with an arrow in his shoulder. I was gonna take him back to Olly’s place to get some help but he just…” He takes a deep breath. “He collapsed. Started spasming, I had to call--”

“Wait, he was having a seizure and you brought him here?”

“It wasn’t a seizure.”

Jason looks up at the sound of Bruce’s voice. The man looks a little run down, the worry lines on his forehead and the corners of his eyes more pronounced than usual. 

“The arrow that hit Dick was poisoned. Strychnine. It causes muscle contractions. If they go on long enough, it can lead to hyperthermia, rhabdomyolysis, respiratory failure...Roy did the right thing by bringing him here. We were able to act quickly. We gave him a paralytic to keep his muscles from contracting, fluids to--”

“Is he going to be okay?” Jason interrupts, making no effort to keep the heat from his voice. Bruce takes a deep breath. 

“He’s going to need to be kept under strict observation until the poison is out of his system. And we need to get the arrow out of his shoulder. He’ll have a long recovery ahead of him for an injury like that. But yes, Jason. He’s going to be okay.”

Jason nods. “Good.” 

Now that the adrenaline and the initial panic have worn off, it makes room for other emotions. Namely, his discomfort at being back in this place that holds so many complicated memories. He turns to Roy. 

“Thanks for having his back out there. I should get going.” 

He’s barely made it two steps before Bruce says, “You don’t have to go, Jason.”

The temptation to ignore him, to just march out of there and leave the Batcave and everyone in it, is strong. He and Bruce have made a lot of progress. But there still exists a bitter, cold-hearted boy inside of him that hates Bats and hates this place, that wants to ride away from here and not look back now that he knows Dick isn’t going to die.

Just this once, Jason thinks to that angry, hurt part of himself. We’re not doing it for Bruce. We’re doing it for Dick. 

So he stays.

xxx 

“Hey, J Bird.”

Jason jerks awake. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but it’s been a long three days. It turns out waiting around for someone you care about to recover from a near-death experience is as physically exhausting as it is emotional. 

“How do you feel?” Jason asks, sitting up. 

Dick closes his eyes, making a thoughtful face. “Tired,” he says finally, opening his eyes. “And my shoulder hurts.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you get your dumb ass shot by a poison arrow.”

“How long have you been here?”

Jason shrugs. 

“How long?” Dick asks. 

“Few days.”

Dick studies his face for a long moment, not saying anything. He looks serious. Jason waits for him to say something, but he doesn’t, so it’s Jason who finally breaks the silence. 

“What?”

“I know that can’t have been easy, that’s all,” Dick says, still staring at Jason with that unwavering, piercing look. 

Jason feels suddenly embarrassed, almost naked under Dick’s gaze, and he scrubs at the back of his neck with one hand. “Oh, come on. It was nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing. Thanks.”

Jason lifts one corner of his mouth. “Sure, Dickie. You’re welcome.”

xxx end

[metalotaku-da]

this might be one of my favorite song fics i've ever done. and it's so basic and not a visualization at all. XD

[garlic-sauc3]

had a dream that in percy jackson book 3 spider-man was there. as a character just as a total no bullshit crossover