#jason: ... he didnt seem to like those

[phantomskeep]

I woke up and chose art today

Design and scene is from the 5th chapter of my DCxDP Fic - basically where Danny becomes a thief to snag various ghostly artifacts. Hoping to have the next chapter out soon :)

Close-up and non-edited pics under the pagebreak VVV

anatomy is gross and I refuse to accept it into any art of mine B)

[nikovraskol]

What were the reactions from the family in the original timeline where reader died?

masterlist - crack baby

if u saw alfred being mentioned .. no u didnt i forgot he was dead oopsy poopsy

soul crushing guilt.

the moon is high in the sky, and everyone's gearing up for patrol, though they can each tell that there's a strange blanket of silence around the manor.

bruce is perplexed, but it's fine -- he's probably just tired, it's probably nothing.

then he sees your lifeless body in an alley and he's fighting tears, his stomach churning as he gazes down at you -- his poor baby, lying in a pool of your own blood, your eyes glazed over, lifeless.

when jason died, he vowed to never let another one of his children die ever again, not like this. so why? you weren't even a vigilante, you were just.

he dives himself into work, searching for the bastards responsible for your death, when he finds them -- he'll give them a firm beating, he'll convey his anger, not as batman but as bruce wayne.

dick is absolutely devasted, he can't bring himself to look at your body, his poor baby. you must've felt soso alone, scared as you bleed out. he wishes he could've spent more time with you, wishes that he took you out for dinner that one time. he buries himself in hero work, much like bruce, trying to distract himself -- but it doesn't work! everything reminds him of you. he wishes he could've seen you smile so widely at him, just one more time.

jason, on the other hand, doesn't try to distract himself. he reaches forward and searches for the murderes with a deep sense of rage. he understands you, he does! he knows what it feels like to be neglected, forgotten -- pushed aside as an afterthought as bruce pushes in another sibling in a place that should've been yours, you could've opened up to him, he could've looked back at you. he feels a burning hot rage, an itch for revenge -- but beneath his anger is a deep sense of vulnerability. of the knowledge that he failed you, his precious sibling. he doesn't think he can forgive himself.

tim doesn't believe it at first. you got shot on your way home from work? what a silly joke. and then he takes in the sullen expression on bruce's face and he faced with a deep sense of hopelessness. how .. unexpected. he doesn't know how to move on, you didn't play an intengral role in his life but as the days pass he's acutely aware of the small things you did that affected him, the way you would boil water before you went to bed for him, or how you'd leave some painkillers on the counter -- all those small things that seemed to meaningless to him, he's forced to acknowledge his own shortcomings as your brother. he doesn't know how to move on, he doesn't want to move on.

damian, poor damian, he's crushed. you're dead? you? his older sibling? sure, he may have bullied you since the moment you stepped into the manor, not once did he show you positive affection. but he cares for you! in his own, twisted way! he's faced with crushing guilt, unable to look in the mirror without seeing you -- without seeing the resigned expression on your lifeless face. he always knew you were weak, but dying to a few bullets? that's--.. he can't bring himself to belittle you, not anymore, not with the suffocating guilt he's forced to face.

they have no memories of you, aside from the small child you were, shyly observing from afar -- to the lifeless body you are now. they scavange for every picture they could find, anything they can to remember you by!

if only they had a chance to redo it, to show you just how much you mean to them. :(

[glamourscat]

GOTHAM, GODDAMN IT | JASON TODD X READER

I wrote this quickly after weeks of not writing. It’s stiff in some places, maybe(?), but I just got a burst of inspiration and wanted to share it with you all. I hope you enjoy reading this ☺️

It was the middle of summer and quite frankly, he wanted nothing more than to be back in his apartment, stretched out on those soft sheets that smelled like the clean soap Catherine used to buy. He just wanted to close his eyes and breathe.

But no.

Instead, on the night of August 12, he found himself at a friend’s wedding. Acquaintances, technically, but still. It was boiling hot, the mosquitos were eating him alive, the food portions were small enough to be insulting and the only thing keeping the night from being completely unbearable was you.

You, who had immediately agreed to tag along as his plus one, despite not dating. You, sitting in that chair bored out of your mind, yet looking around the venue with curious eyes for the tent, as if every corner might hold a secret only you could decipher.

You, in that dress that hugged and held you, all of you, in all the right places.

You, who he couldn’t take his eyes off.

You, who he unashamedly had a big, fat crush on but who he was too damned afraid to confess to.

Because you, imperfectly perfect little thing… How could someone like you ever love someone like him?

His train of thought was broken by a sudden collective gasp. His green eyes snapped up, scanning the crowd, only to find an old college friend of the bride proudly on one knee, having caught the bouquet (and parading it like a trophy, he might add) proposing to the maid of honor.

Well. That’s embarrassing.

“Jesus…” you whispered, eyes locking with his in a silent ‘Are you seeing this shit?’

“Yep…” Jason hummed, though his gaze lingered on you instead of the chaos. He took in the small things, the eyeliner smudged from you rubbing your eye, the faint laugh lines around your mouth. The shouting, the crying, the bride having a meltdown, all didnt matter. You were the only thing that held his focus. The brightest light in a night full of blurry, stolen moments.

“Jay? Did you hear me?” Your hand waved in front of his face.

“Hm? Sorry. Spaced out. What were you saying?”

“You… wanna leave? I know they’re your f—”

“Yes. Let’s go,” he said without hesitation.

Your surprised expression shifted into an amused smile as you let him take your hand.

“Where to, then?” you asked with a grin, swinging your joined hands. Eyes to the starry night sky. “You seemed very eager to leave.”

“Can you blame me?” he said with a short laugh, as he opened the car door for you. “That was a shit show. Not to mention I’m starving.” He huffed, sitting in the passenger seat.

“Then… let’s go take a bite? You pay tho” you teased, as your face moved to the open car window taking in the fresh air. Jason’s eyes light up, a grin plastered on his tan face.

“Fuck yes. I’m starving. Let’s go grab a bite.”

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“Way to end a night,” you mumbled, mouth full, as you both sat on the rooftop of Jason’s apartment complex. The glow of Gotham buzzed around you two, but all that really mattered was the Bat Burger in your hands and the shared laughter between bites.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Jason said, smiling subtly as he turned to face you.

“You’ve got something here—” His thumb brushed the corner of your lips, gently wiping away a crumb. His touch was careful, deliberate.

“There,” he murmured. His voice dipped into that tone he only ever seemed to use with you. Quiet, intimate, grounding.

It feels oddly satisfying. Like something that you very much need but you’re not sure why. You’re not sure why your face leans closer to his. Why your eyes grow softer and his too. Why a soft, quiet chuckle leaves both of your lips. Almost as a silent shared testament you two seem to preach when together. You’re not sure why his lips touch you with such effortlessness that almost seems like you two have been doing this for a lifetime.

Jason almost hesitated, but only for a second. Just long enough to wonder if this was real, if you were truly this close, if it was okay to want something so much. If maybe, this crush he held wasn’t only one sided as he believed. Maybe you actually liked him too. That maybe, he is allowed to have good things too, for once in his life. And so, his mind shut off and his lips welcomed yours effortlessly.

As if it was the most natural thing in this world. Like maybe you’d done this before, maybe in another life, or maybe just in dreams he never admitted, or will ever admit, to having. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer to his muscular frame, grounding you both together. Locked in a new passion he didn’t even know was possible, as this soft humming buzzing sound of something new ringed in his ears.

And just as he thought the chaotic day was melting into the sweetest ending, the universe played its cards as always. Because Gotham will always be good old Gotham. Even at the wrong times. Especially at the wrong times.

Below the rooftop, for some reason, two drunk guys started shouting about whether Superman could actually beat Batman in a fight. Car horns joined the chorus in an off-key serenade as the traffic filled the streets. And cherry on top, the seagull who had just not so casually snatched Jason’s remaining chips from the paper bag.

You both pulled away, breathless, laughing in disbelief.

“Well… definitely not how I planned this to happen, or end, for that matter,” Jason chuckled, brushing his lips against yours once more in a soft, lingering peck.

“Mm… me neither,” you murmured, smiling. Indulging in one more kiss. . “Rather… an interesting night. Maybe we should do it again.”

“Oh, absolutely we will.” he grinned, before leaning in once more for another kiss.

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[sramoonlight]

Part of me

What if Damian Wayne had a sister?

Content you’ll see here: Batsis, batfamily, reader

English is not my first language! Please be patient.

Even if they prepared a room for you, you couldn’t accept it and neither did Damian, preparing a little bed next to Damian’s you listened to all your brother could say even if was trivial

— So, Robin? — you asked looking at him as you raised an eyebrow, Damian rolled his eyes before he layes on his stomach

— What’s so weird about it? — he seemed to not like the tone you used for that question and you couldn’t but chuckle at the image

You thought, looking at the room, it was quite big for him but you knew it wasn’t enough, not when you two are used to sharing rooms

— Mother told us that Robin was some type of boy wonder — and you lay down looking at him, for some people that would look weird, the Damian Wayne acting like a kid of his age

But for you, he was just your brother who don’t has any sense of humor

— That was a Grayson thing, and Robin can be everything — he seemed offended by the way you say it and it makes you smile

— I don’t think father would be happy knowing that I know your secret identity — your hands pressed on your stomach as you keep looking at him before he rested his head on his palm

That boy had the heavy eyes that your father has but for you it was the vivid image of your mother

— You can’t lie to your reflection, do you? —

The way he said it made you think, his tone didnt changed always talking in a serious one but you knew, you knew how much it meant for him

After all, you were the one who said that to him when you were little

Your reflection on the mirror even if there was no mirror

— Are you going to be a vigilante? — He asked, and that snapped you out of your thoughts even if it makes you go back there to get the answer

It was weird, you could feel the expectation on his words like if he needed to hear an answer and that doesn’t look like your brother

He was sure someone who would be direct on his questions, never too shy or too bold, just direct about what he wanted to hear

That’s the worst part, let’s think about it, Damian wasn’t a member of the league of assassins anymore but you were, that feels weird, thinking back about the incident, you left the country a week before Damian was sent to you father

Was it a sign? That you only can be part of the league? That question seemed so weird but still so necessary

— I don’t know brother, I don’t have a date to leave — and you turned to him, using your hands as a pillow

You had a moment to think before opening your mouth again

— Do you want me to? —

You woke up the next morning, 6 am exactly as you looked beside you, Damian was still sleeping and that made you wonder if he changed his schedule

Putting that thought aside you got up walking to the kitchen of the manor, your first day and you already knew where it was.

As you used to do in your mornings on London you prepared the coffee maker instantly placing a cup beside one you borrowed, for Damian

— Coffee is bad for someone your age — the voice made you jump on your place before facing him, that guy, Jason Todd looked at you from the door frame

Was that a helmet on his hands?

— Where are you going? — you asked as he walked to your side taking a cup and placing it beside the other two

— I gotta leave this place before B asks me to eat breakfast — you brushed the tiredness out of your face before looking up and him

Damn, he is tall.

— Is that for the little demon? — he asked you pointing at the cup — Is it a twin thing? How could you know which one is his favorite? —

With a smile you served the coffee now on the three cups before adding sugar to yours, and without letting Jason notice, you did to Damian’s too

— I just know when he use something — not that you were some kind of freak, but once you start watching Damian you can notice a few things he does

And one of those, was that he does not let the spoon get to the bottom of any cup, so no mark is left behind.

The man beside you drank the coffee in a hurry almost surprising you, how could he not get burned?

— You can let me know that later kid, welcome to the manor — he ruffled your hair before running to the door.

A quiet steps could be heard from the halls and the same butler from yesterday looked at you

— Master (reader)? — you took the two cups before walking past him nodding as a greeting, you went upstairs quick trying to not find any other family member.

Let’s think about it again, you know Jason, well not know know because you only shared a few words with him so it is normal that he just don’t know much about it, and that makes you go to the other question, why do they want you here? You can’t find an answer, if you ask Damian he would answer with another question and that makes you mad but you can let your guard down

They may be Damian’s family but for you they’re strangers.

— (reader)? — Damian asked getting up as you entered the room, you sat down at his side giving him the cup

— Don’t worry, I didn’t put any milk on it —

You looked at the cup thinking about it, too many things moved inside of you head as you tried to put them in order, first, why was it so easy to convince your mother? You know she’s the type of person who needs at least three days to take a decision but once you told her about what you wanted to do.. she just said yes, you didn’t question that but it feels so out of her.

But now, you haven’t talked with your father since you arrived, well, you would if Damian hadn’t took you upstairs to talk and even if it was disrespectful you couldn’t say no to him

Again, why do they want from you?

— You’re overthinking — just two words (or three?) that made you come back to reality, Damian’s cup was almost empty but yours was still full.

You didn’t notice when you started to drown on your thoughts

— Im sorry I just- I can’t put a finger on it — you sighed, taking a big sip and you couldn’t feel it extremely hot, a hit that you were out for too long

— if you keep thinking you won’t see the answer — Damian copied your actions drinking all was left before getting up, his hand brushed against his hair trying to get it fix.

Once again, you sighed trying to finish your coffee, it felt so weird to not be at your London apartment

— Let’s go downstairs, I don’t want Grayson here —

With that, you chunked all was left following him, the manor was starting to get noisy as you could hear the butler cooking some breakfast

The middle child, Tim drake walked through the halls and you can notice how messy is his hair, before you could judge him you can see how one of his hands is covered with a glove

So that means he’s a vigilante too, interesting.

Damian walked to the dinner room where you could see Bruce looking at some papers, your eyes traveled to his eyes noticing the heavy bags below them, didnt he get any sleep?

Ah, of course, he was the Batman, another weird thing, why didn’t he asked Damian to patrol last night?

— Good morning father — Damian said as he sat down next to him, you had to cleared your throat before talking

— Good.. morning father — that tittle rolled so weird on your tongue, you were used to saying it with a grand before it.

Grandfather, you do quite miss it though

— Good morning to you two, how did you sleep? — the man didnt stop reading and you looked surprised of that, still, you brush it off before talking again

— Quite nice father, it is a relief to sleep next to my brother again — you tried to do a conversation but before you could say anything

That eyes lifted from the work looking at you, did you do something wrong? You analyzed your words again trying to find something out of the page but there was nothing

Then, you looked a Damian who seemed bored at the trivial conversation, was it something your father only had seen?

— Good morning B, little demon — Dick Grayson, the man from the night before walked in and he ruffled your hair — Good morning to you too, little bird —

A weird feeling found his way on your heart as you tried to fix back your hair, you know your guard is up but why couldn’t you react at that?

Still, it didnt felt like an attack.

— I was thinking, what about if we go to a trip together, to take all the time we didnt met —

Your eyes moved to where his arm was, he grabbed your chair but he didn’t seem to be moving it any time soon, just like if he wanted to be close but not knowing how to approach

— Uhm, I guess that’s okay —

The man seemed to be happy about if ruffling your hair once again, and now you looked at Damian wanting to see a reaction from him but he was looking across the room like he didn’t care or like he didn’t see anything weird about it.

— So, I heard that you were in London, was it fun? — The short chat made you jumped as you tried to keep it up.

— Uh, it was fine it was just for a mission — a mission that lasted five years, well, you can say it wasn’t just a mission

You felt like overthinking again so you brought your hands above the table trying to find an anchor back to earth.

— Ow, so you didn’t have any fun there? — Dick walked to the other side of the table sitting in front of you as he keep talking

It was so weird, he keep seeing you even if he was moving

— I guess I didn’t, but I kept my communication with Damian —

You brought your siblings name to the conversation, maybe that could make him stop asking about how you were back there, it looks like he wants to take any information from you. Sighing you look at the way the butler comes with the breakfast and you do a note in your head to help him clean the dishes before you go.

The manor went silence again, Damian was doing some school work, Dick went out for something you didnt heard, Tim is probably sleeping and Bruce… you don’t know where he is, but that leads you the perfect moment where you can find your thoughts about what is going to happen

Of course, being a twin represented that you were raised to be a successor for the league but, unlike Damian you weren’t raised for being something now that you think about it, your whole existence was a mistake, not that you cared, you’re alive now and no one would change that

That makes you wonder, if your mother left you go without fighting back, does that mean that your work was over? But, what work were you performing?

You see back at your passed actions, doing minor jobs like getting rid off of noisy politicians, none of them seemed like a job a high level person would do

What was your purpose now?

— You’re overthinking — You looked up at the person who was talking to you, ready to say a sassy comment to Damian but there was your father, a book on his hand as he hit you with it softly.

You didn’t notice when he get on you behind, that was a consequence of overthinking and you felt like it was a mistake to be sorry about but, his eyes were as kind as they were this morning.

— Whatever is in your mind, don’t let it affect you — the man with kind eyes and still heavy ones, only a few words from him were enough to lighten your heart.

You still can’t put a finger on why he’s too kind, you just met him a few hours ago and still he treats you like he met you all his life, you don’t know why your chest feels so warm.

— You’re my daughter too, so whatever makes you worry, it hurts me too — The man sat down beside you opening the book, you knew the conversation came to an end so you didn’t tried to answer

Was this how it feels to have a father?

[femmehaljordan]

Something I noticed about every fanfic that has the "Jason for some inexplicable reason decides to take pity on Tim after Damian replaces him as Robin" plot-line is that it always feels like it's less about developing a realistic relationship between the two and more about bashing Dick Grayson. For example, there always seems to be some moment where Jason will mention how Dick was super shitty to him for being Robin, but from what I've read with that storyline, the worst Dick comes across is kinda aloof towards what is essentially a random 13 year old (please note that I've only read Nightwing Year One and that one panel from the RHaTO Annual that shows that Alfred had Jason sleeping in Dick's room, so if there is a version I've missed please let me know)

Meanwhile Tim really was shitty towards Jason and his death but for some reason he gets a free pass.

!!!! THANK YOU

So I am actually a Dick and Jason pre-death relationship enthusiast so this might turn out to be mostly about them because as much as I hate Tim, I love talking about Dick and Jason more.

But it’s the classic case of those fans taking things that were mentioned in passing or were very minor and blowing them way out of proportion.

So pre-crisis Dick and Jason did not interact very much after Jason became Robin but before Jason was Robin some interesting things happened. Precrisis Jason was just blonde/red head (no it’s not the time to get into the semantics of that) Dick Grayson. You have to understand that to get it. He was an acrobat in a family called the flying Todd’s. His parents were actually named Joe and Trina. And they were killed by killer croc after they died we got this

DICK WANTED TO ADOPT JASON!!! HE DIDNT HATE HIM AT ALL. I don’t have a picture of the panel with me, but I have the issue it’s in but the first time they meet Dick says to Jason, that he reminds him of someone he knew a long time ago. (Obviously referring to himself.)

And Jason was originally going to form his own identity, which is where this suit comes from. 

But then Bruce gets captured so he dies his hair and steals a robin suit. (TIM HATE SIDEBAR NOT EVEN TIMS ORIGIN IS ORIGINAL LMAO) but he still wasn’t going to become Robin

We have this panel where he’s wearing the original suit trying to come up with a name after he dyed his hair because he got in trouble with Bruce for stealing Dick’s suit because he’s not Robin. 

And then Dick shows up and gives him Robin!! Tells him that he’s allowed to be Robin and that he’s gonna come up with a new identity with the Titans. Pre-crisis Bruce and Dick‘s separation was very amiable. 

(Another sidebar DC give Dick a mole again)

The idea that Dick didn’t like Jason at first comes from post crisis. Specifically Batman the new adventures #416 (this one I’m pulling out because I don’t remember exact details)

You have to take everything in this with a grain of salt because it’s written by Starlin who wanted to make Jason look as bad as possible. He makes Jason break into a possible drug lab and has Dick save him and call him reckless. and that it’s also not a drug lab so that Jason was wrong. What’s interesting about this is we learn that Jason did not know that Dick was Nightwing because Dick’s name drops Bruce and Jason is genuinely concerned about a stranger knowing Bruce’s identity.

And then we get Dick and Bruce fighting about Jason.

(These might be out of order but you get it)

But even with this by the end of the issue, we get this scene 

We’re dick and gives Jason his robin suit and his number (this page is so awful for so many reasons. Jason never grew into that Robin suit. And do you think he tried to call Dick before he went to Ethiopia?)

Then they go bust that drug ring together because it turns out Jason was right because even when Starlin was trying to make him look bad, he was so bad at it.

It ends with Bruce being smug as fuck like “I knew they would work it out” or some shit.

TLDR: Dick never hated Jason. He voluntarily gave him Robin both pre and post crisis, but post crisis Bruce gave it to him first without Dick‘s permission and Dick was upset with Bruce because of it, not Jason. 

Anyway, back to Tim hating. I personally think it’s because there’s no other reason for Jason and Tim to relate to each other. And keep in mind ALL of the “replacement” stuff is blown way out of proportion. From every predecessor to successor. But these people only care about Tim. They use Jason and Dick as vessels to make Tim look as good as possible. I doubt any of them have read any pre Jason death comics let alone ones where Dick and Jason interact. 

Or even modern comics set before he dies!! Because even at nightwing year one they bond and RHATO is probably the only comic they’ve read of Jason‘s. But again they have bonding moments in new 52!! Not as many because it’s new 52 but there are a few.

Anyway, my point is those Tim stans are in a bad game of telephone because they don’t actually read comics. 

(Sorry I just got so fucking excited to talk about Dick and Jason)

[sirxlla]

You Have a No Kill Rule and They Dont / Vice Versa.

(Request @nesting-dreams)

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Dick: "You know I really wish you wouldn't kill, it goes against everything I have ever agreed with." He had stated this over and over again and you had stated your side. This conversation always went in circles every single time until one or both of you gave up.

"Don't you understand it's wrong to kill?" He pressed relentlessly.

"Don't you understand that it never stopped anyone else in Gotham? Doing this would make sure that those out there can't harm or the innocent people of Gotham. Criminals won't stop killing just because of the fact that you don't want to do it. Meet then were there at, at least then they fear for their life, not a broken nose." You spit words at him like venom. The two of you parted the same way you did every single time with both of you being pissed off at one another.

By the time that bed came you two would crawl up into bed together with no issue like you didnt fight with him at all.

Jason: Before you knew everything about Jason and Gotham as a whole, you would have had these long conversations about exactly why it's wrong to kill people and everything along those lines. Those fights usually ended in screaming matches and someone if not both of you pissed off for several days. You had begged him over and over to just try it your way and for the most part he tried, at least it seemed like it from an outside perspective. If he killed he didn't do it in front of you.

He understood entirely that once you end someone's life or see it done you don't always sleep the best and that's why he never did it in front of you.

Now that he had let you in and you'd learned everything about Gotham, saw how horrible and rotten it was your opinion changed. You saw just exactly the type of people that deserved death and exactly what was the source for Jason's bloodlust.

Bruce: "Bruce, don't even start with that bullshit because if it was Alfred that would have killed them you would have had no issue with it and I know your track record with women and 99% of them kill people so I don't want to hear it because you're being hypocritical. I have no choice and if I didn't do it I would be dead now."

His face turned to stone that's definitely not something he wanted to hear. He often had a bad time being hypocritical and not understanding the entirety of what exactly was life and death considering he forgot you weren't him and you weren't some sort of badass that could take on whoever the fuck you needed to.

Even though the man was small that you had to end, he had a gun to your head and you had no choice but to shoot him through your bag.

Tim: He never wanted to fight about it but it was something that you definitely didn't agree upon. Tim was always kind and soft spoken when he tried to tell you not to do it. Tim was probably the most understanding on why you had such a similar view to Jason and Damian.

Tim had high hopes that there was always a redemption for a criminal. He had more hope than his father that maybe a criminal could change their ways. He saw cases like Harley Quinn and Azrael whom had turned corners and he hoped they's set examples for others.

Tim was always an optimist, he was so soft spoken about it. It was because of that that you eventually came out around to his ways, if he were so adamant and pushy about it you would have stuck to your guns but now you saw the kinder brighter side and how good some of these people could be if given the right opportunities.

Damian: It's something that always left a bad taste in your mouth, how Damian did it so easily without losing a hair of sleep but you knew how he was. He definitely tried to be less prideful in his kills while you were around cause its just something that you hated. In your mind a body's lifeforce was sacred, this is why you wouldnt even remotely begin to hold Damian's sword even if he asked you to hand it to him.

"It's such a sword." He would say as if the blade wasnt essentially stained with the blood of what felt like thousands. Even though it was something that puts such a bad taste in your mouth you were never going to tell him not to do it. It was just the way he was raised but you also didnt bother because the blood was on his hands, not yours.

The only thing that you had asked him to do in regards to that sword? To not bring it into the bedroom where the both of you slept because somehow in someway everytime he did, you had the worst nightmares and sleep paralysis.

(Send me some prompts if you'd like)

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[cheeseboi420]

Of A Feather - Chapter One Preview

A/N: hi everybody!!! I am super duper stoked to present u all with the first 2k words of Of A Feather, aka the "what if Jason's bio mom didnt SUCK" fic. Im hoping to have the full chapter ready for publishing in the next week or two! Big thanks to everyone who's talked to me abt this fic so far, and an ESPECIALLY big thanks to @jayladfanpage for basically being my jaybin encyclopedia while i work my way through this fic!!! This warning will be more applicable in future chapters but it should be noted that this fic is NOT canon compliant and does significantly change/recontextualize a couple things about Jason's background, but you the audience get to find out about all that in real time alongside Jason lmao!! Anyways, without further adieu, please enjoy this preview ❤️

You expect this evening to play out like the one before it. And the one before that. And the one before that. Your routine hasn't changed in the last 13 years. Why should it? It serves you well enough, keeps you alive and… Well, that's about all it does for you. Not that you're looking for more! For the most part, you are… content, maybe isn't the correct word. Complacent fits a little better, but still isn't wholly accurate. You're content in the knowledge that your boy is safe and loved, somewhere far away from the trouble that chases you. You're complacent in your own quiet misery. The longing and loneliness had been a bitter pill to swallow those first few years of running, but after this long you've learned not to complain. God knows no one would listen if you did.

You've got a shitty box pizza in the oven. This will be your dinner, tomorrow's breakfast, and tomorrow's dinner. You won't particularly enjoy any of the meals, but they'll sustain you well enough. These days, food brings you little, if any joy. Meal times are a chore to slog through before the distraction that work brings or the sweet embrace of sleep. You look forward to, more than anything, going to bed. Not because you're tired (though there is a bone deep weariness that permeates- that no amount of rest could ever fix) but because bed means sleep, and sleep means dreams, and dreams mean a chance to hold your baby again.

You don't dream of Jason every night, but every morning, you wake thinking of him. Is he still asleep right now? Having breakfast? Is he eating well? Is he happy? Is he happy? Is he happy?

By the time you push your way through breakfast most mornings the cacophony of thoughts revolving around your son quiets to a dull roar in the back of your mind. It's better that way, you think. If you thought about him as much as your mind seemed to want you to, you'd never get anything done.

Life carries on, you suppose. However dreary and dull that life may be.

At one time you'd found the whole thing very exciting- though not in a particularly enjoyable way. The adrenaline rush has worn off over the years, no longer do you feel as though death is nipping at your heels. The paranoia never fades though. Even if your doom does not cast a shadow over you, you're always looking over your shoulder, always ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.

You keep a bag packed and ready in the closet by the front door for when you have to leave this place, too. Though, you think it's buried under a winter jacket and your spare blankets. You really ought to dig it out, keep it easily accessible. You should do that but… it's been a long day. You want to eat your shitty pizza, lay down on your futon, and let the sound of tv static fill your studio apartment, lulling you to sleep.

You're getting too comfortable here, you think. You've lived in Michigan for nearly a year now. It is simultaneously entirely too close to and entirely too far from Gotham. The apartment itself was a godsend after spending most of your time sleeping in cars, tents, whatever unfortunate business was willing to employ you, anywhere you could, really- sure it has bugs, and the windows don't close all the way, and you're fairly certain it'll only take one more bad winter storm for the place to come crumbling down, but rent is dirt cheap, and the slumlord you rent from didn't ask for any ID when you signed your ‘lease.’ You're fairly certain that thing's not legally binding anyways- it was written on a cocktail napkin for Christ's sake. That didn't stop you from using a fake name when signing it. You can never be too careful.

You haven't seen your landlord since you moved in anyways. You don't ask for maintenance when things break, you fix them yourself or just learn to live with them broken. You deliver your rent by slipping a cash stuffed envelope with your name (your fake name, the one you signed your lease with, the one you use at work, the one you'd use at coffee shops if you ever went to any) on it through the slot in the office door. You do your best to be invisible. You don't cause problems, and you don't go out of your way to fix them for others. You make no friends or enemies. You've left no impact on the many places you've been, the cities you've drifted through.

The only evidence you've gone anywhere at all in your life is a stack of postcards, held together with a worn rubber band, sitting at the bottom of your go-bag. The only evidence of a life lived before that is in a similarly bound stack of polaroids, held together with a too-small paperclip. Every now and then, you'll buy a bottle of cheap wine to chug as you pour over the old photographs. Only when you leave for a new city do you dare to touch the stack of unsent postcards.

You can't bear to look at the photos too often, a painful reminder of your own failings. A reminder of the stupid, reckless little girl you'd been and the shell of a woman you'd become in the aftermath.

It's all your own fault, really.

At least that's what you keep telling yourself.

It's easier to swallow than the alternative: that you were a vulnerable and unloved thing, eating from any hand that would feed you, until the hand that feeds decides to beat.

This, you think, is why you shouldn't think too hard about the past. It doesn't do you any good to dwell on it.

You force yourself to focus on the present, on the here and now. The scratchy polyester blend of the futon cushions, the scent of cheap cheese melting in the oven, the distant sound of sirens, and howling wind outside your apartment. There's no sense in thinking about Gotham now, not when you're so far from it.

You sit up on the futon, no longer content to lounge and let your mind wander. Instead you task yourself with flipping through channels on TV, seeking something mind numbing enough to distract you from your unusually strong urge to reminisce.

The Wonder Years? No, you don't want to watch anything about a family.

Alf? No, that puppet creeps you out.

Cops? Fuck that.

You're about to resign yourself to another night of murmuring the (mostly incorrect) answers to Jeopardy questions at your tv, when you're startled by a knock at your door.

A… knock… at your door.

No one ever knocks on your door. You don't get mail, you don't have friends, if your landlord wanted something, you're willing to bet the greasy bastard wouldn't be willing to haul himself all the way up to the fifth floor at nearly 10 PM.

Oh God… Did… Did he find you? Is this it? Are you going to die in the upper peninsula of Michigan, of all places?!

No, no. You have to stay calm. This could be anything. It's just a knock at the door. It could be anyone!

Oh lord, it could be anyone.

You keep the tv on, hoping that the sound of Alex Trebek grilling folks on useless trivia will cover your footsteps as you creep towards your front door. You hold your breath as you press yourself against it, double checking that all three of your locks are secure before you risk a glance out the peephole.

When you look out into the hall you're surprised, and frankly a bit confused by the sight before you. Standing at your door is a boy, dark haired and bright eyed. He stands straight but not particularly tall- he can't be more than five feet. He's glancing around the hall, rocking back and forth on his heels. He's wearing a red sweatshirt and jeans, with a backpack slung over one shoulder. Despite his small stature he holds an air of determination that makes you think he must feel quite old for his age- you get that, you were the same way in your own youth. A chip too big for your shoulder.

You're so focused on studying him that it startles you when he leans forward to knock again. You jolt, accidentally kicking the door (with your bare feet too, damn does that hurt your poor toes) and responding to his knock-knock-knock with a solid knock of your own.

“Hello?” The boy calls. “Anybody home?”

“I don't have any money!” You call back, cursing yourself for the shake in your voice. You should not be this rattled by a random adolescent on your doorstep. “So, if you're selling popcorn, or cookies, or whatever, you should try next door.”

The boy rolls his eyes.

“I'm not a boy scout!” He says. “I'm looking for-”

And then the shoe drops; he says your name. Your full name. Not your fake name, that you use at work, and on envelopes, and in hypothetical coffee shops. Your real name.

It takes every bit of emotional regulation you can muster not to spiral into a full blown panic right then and there because good God, did He send a child to finish you off? The cruel irony is not lost on you. Come to think of it, this boy on your doorstep does bear an uncanny resemblance to-

“My name is Jason Todd,” the boy continues. “And uh… well, I might be your son?”

He could be lying, the logical part of your brain insists. This could be a ploy to get you to open the door, don't open the door! But your hands are moving on their own, shakey as they may be. The first lock twists unlocked with ease, the second takes a fair bit more of your fine motor function, and by the time your shaking hands reach up to unhook the chain on the door, you're struggling to see through unshed tears. You attempt once, twice, three fucking times to get your hands to cooperate and unlatch the damn chain.

Fuck it.

You open the door, yanking it inwards, towards yourself as hard as you can. It should probably unnerve you that the flimsy chain breaks at the first sign of real resistance, but that's not what's important right now.

What's important is the boy standing before you- your boy. Your Jason.

He looks as surprised as you feel, his eyes flitting between the broken chain, and you.

For a long moment the only thing you can do is look at him, reacquaint yourself with the sight of him. Of course, you know that he did not stay frozen in time, the way your memory of him is. It's been many years since you've held that babbling toddler. But knowing and seeing are two different things.

He's small for his age, is your first thought. Your own fault, you're certain. Between a premature delivery and your own malnourishment during that first trimester, it's a miracle he'd survived in the first place. Small, but well fed. His cheeks are full and flushed. Despite his size, he seems healthy. Good. That means Will's been feeding him. Hopefully, it means they got the hell out of The Alley, into a nicer neighborhood.

His hair isn't as curly as you'd pictured it- too short in most places to hold a curl, save for his bangs, which seem to almost form the shape of a heart over his forehead.

“Jason?” You can barely manage to say his name through the lump in your throat. You find yourself suddenly struggling to focus your gaze on him, the haze of tears welling up in your eyes makes it difficult to see. You try to blink them away but instead they roll down your cheeks.

God, when's the last time you cried?

You reach out to him, cupping one of his cheeks in the palm of your shaking hand. He leans into the affectionate touch, and you're reminded of puppies, overeager and seeking love at every opportunity.

“Mom,” he says back to you, his tone just as reverent as your own. “Mom,” he says again, voice crackling. And then, in unison, the both of you have pulled each other into a crushing hug. You can't tell if the sound you make is a sob or a laugh. You hold onto Jason like he'll vanish into the ether if you loosen your hold for even a second, one hand clutching at the back of his sweatshirt, the other at the back of his head, petting his hair as he buries his face in your neck.

Finally, at long last, your heart is home.

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[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Hello !!! Good night !!!! 💞💕🥰🥰💕💞💞 Rae darling !!!! I came back once again

Just imagine how different scenarios of peppering Jason's face with kisses could be

How once at a gala, in the far corner of the room, was Jason, lazily sitting on a fancy chair, (like those spots just made for idle chatting) and you sitting on the armrest, legs hanging off as you held his face kissing every spot you can, smearing his face with red marks of your lipstick.

When Jason hears a faint click from the lurking paparazzi and nosy reporters, he knows its your direction, and he can almost picture your incredulous face reading the news about the gala the next day, when a perfect shot of you and Jason together while the lines begins on the relationship of the second son of Bruce Wayne and how him and his partner seem to show up once in a blue moon.

Another would be when Jason was away for a long mission, calming, almost boring days. Though you didnt dare complain, but it felt a bit lonely, hearing no either hearty or soft laughs from your boyfriend, having the bed all to yourself and actually having to measure how much you cook, since Jason is not there to devour the banquet he's graced to almost every night.

When your day has reached an end, you settle into bed, quietly replaying your memories with Jason, hearing his voice in your head to help you fall asleep, and eventually you do.

When morning comes, you barely make the effort of waking up, feeling a little bit warmer and heavier than usual. You roll to your side, barely making it halfway before your eyes caught the minimum sight of Jason, and it feels as if he just charged you up instantly, even though he is completely blacked out.

Without thinking twice, you jump onto him, nuzzling into him, squeezing him in your arms and kissing all over his face. Naturally, he'd become alarmed with the sudden attack, hands finding their way to your waist as he lets out a lazy, tired laugh and tries to gently pull you away so he could see you. Though, you didnt falter, clinging onto him tighter, as if he wasnt even real right there beside you, and Jason doesnt say anything in return. He doesnt complain. He tells himself that this is definitely not a bad way to be waken up.

ufurh3uwuwh i could come up with so many of those ANYWAY this is just to end the day tomorrow ill come back again with something cooking up 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️💞💞💞💕💕💕💕

Hi nonnie!! This is so sweet! Literally had me grinning from ear to ear. He deserves to be peppered in kisses and get all of the hugs in the world fr. Ahhh, I can so see him doing that tired, happy laugh because it's just so nice to finally see you again.

[peterfurisfluffy]

nico had some internalized homophobia. from growing up in the 1920s (in ITALY.) in a CATHOLIC area, that took a while to grow out of. his sexuality was very confusing for him growing up. at first, liking guys seemed normal to him. “oh well i like boys. thats cool” and so he told bianca. little nico didnt realize that being gay was ‘bad’. since bianca was older, she got told being gay was ‘bad’ more often and sometimes she would even say homophobic things. but once nico told her that he liked boys, she just couldn’t hate him. she started comforting him and protecting him.

once nico got older he started hating himself more for being gay. thats where the internalized homophobia came from. he started hating himself, forcing himself to like girls. and tried hating other queer people to try and get himself to be heterosexual. and especially when he started liking percy, and realizing he liked percy, that part of himself increased so much.

once he finally started accepting being gay (which took so much time (even when he and will started going out, he still wasnt 100% comfortable with himself))—and by started to accept, i mean he was just like “i cant like girls. I just cant do it.”—the internalized homophobia started going away. once he realized he wasnt going to be shamed for being gay (piper, reyna, will, jason, etc) he started accepting who he was. and someone who had a huge part of accepting who he was, was hades and persephone. (obviously, once he was on good terms with them) they helped him SO MUCH.

now obviously, will helped so much too but that is a paragraph for another day.

now moving on, nico didnt know ANY terms. being on his own after titans curse, he picked up the word ‘gay’ but didnt fully get it since there was/is like two definitions. (gay= boy likes boy. gay= being queer) so he was extremely confused. and during this time he was still struggling with his identity.

a cabin 10 headcannon of mine is that they have pamphlets on all sexualities and genders that you can take to find out more about yourself. those pamphlets were a LIFE SAVER for nico. one day, connor stol (hc that he and connor are bsfs) sat down, and taught nico all the major sexualities.

[clarisse-doodles]

I finally watched Under the Red Hood and I GET IT YOU GUYS WHY DID I WAIT THIS LONG TO WATCH IT

thoughts i wrote down on my notes app while watching >

why was there like. a live action looking crow in the intro it caught me off guard

love how they use the flashbacks to place hints of red hood's identity

ironically I've only heard Jensen Ackles' voice acting in other movies as Batman. and it didn't prepare me for how he goes hard in this like!! the sheer emotion in his voice

when batman and red hood fight together and they're so perfectly in sync AGH it's so good

I love that scene where they're digging up Jason's grave and you see Alfred's reactions to everything, as a reminder that none of this is remotely normal

when Bruce is talking about how Jason is his "failure" it really feels like he's avoiding calling Jason his son

you loved him, he knows that, it should be enough (it's not)

wasn't prepared for the way those lines are gonna live in my brain forever bye

THE WAY JASON JUST SINKS INTO THE GROUND WHEN HE REALIZES BRUCE DIDNT CHOOSE HIM. ITS ALL OVER FOR HIM he seems like he's truly ready to die

WHEN THE BOMB GOES OFF AND BRUCE GRABS JASON FIRST. HE SAVES JASON HE CHOOSES JASON

"THIS DOESNT CHANGE ANYTHING" BRUCE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

I'm a little sad we didn't get to see more of Dick (Tim wasn't even in it!! I know he's not really a part of it but come on guys we need more Tim representation in movies) but ultimately this story is about Jason and Bruce and it works without too much involvement from other batfamily characters

very sad that the tragedy of it all is that both of them are right and wrong

[the-s1lly-corner]

Celebrating Halloween w/ Jason

It would be a crime if I didnt amp up the slasher and creepypasta posts as halloween draws closer so! Yeah!

Notes: reader is GN, written on mobile

CWs: mentions of past bullying and canon typical violence

Jason has... mixed feelings on Halloween... his mom wasnt the biggest fan of it, and the other children would take the holiday as another way to bully him; saying things that he doesnt need to dress up or that hes a halloween monster

Even worse if people in universe dress up as him, with the hockey mask and machete- copying the descriptions of the masked killer at crystal lake

And he has many thoughts about that, too, none being good

But even still he cant bring himself to shut you down when you ask if you can decorate the cabin in some old decorations you've found- or made! He feels even worse if you've made something yourself

But you've never had bad intentions with him, nor with the holiday... so he let's you

You both have a conversation about it, which may or may not lead to you showing some of the other traditions of the season

Candy, movies, scary stories, and the overall aesthetic

He seems like a butterscotch person, make him some treats with that flavor and hes eager for the fall season

Whatever method you have to watch movies with him works; huddled together watching on your phone or laptop.. that's nice, I think..

Funnily enough, he doesnt much enjoy a lot of horror movies... not because of the gore, he doesnt mind that. Hes desensitized

No, it's the ones that contain sex and nudity that make him feel... icky...

Neither of you dress up, and for obvious reasons you dont hand out candy, you simply both spend the month having fun with festivities with just the two of you

Though... expect him to not be around the night of Halloween, the past murders does little to deter those who want to throw a party in the woods

[iwannascreameurekaa]

I don't understand how any of the seven get so much hate. They all have amazing characteristics, designs, personalities, backgrounds, etc. 

so I'm gonna explain why they're all amazing

Yay

Percy

Percy is the main character to the first five books so he has the most information shown about him than the seven since we read from his point of view in pjo and the Olympians. His whole thing of loyalty is incredible and the things he risked to save people he barely knew made him an amazing protagonist. 

Annabeth

Hello??? I know she's smart but that's not her only characteristic. She's blinded by her own powers and doesn't know how to handle things thrown at her when she can only rely on her emotions which is amazing cause ME TOO GIRLY she's a badass who also went through so much during HOO 

Leo

Built a whole ass ship, was manipulated and controlled into KILLING HIS OWN MOTHER OMGS MY HEART, was always singled out and felt like he didn't belong, SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR HIS FRIENDS, and so much more!!!

Jason

This is where ima start defending for my life bc people who say Jason is boring don't understand his story. He was taken from his home, raised by wolves until he was around 2/3, raised the rest of his life until his was 16 in a camp where he was trained to be an actual child soldier, kidnapped and had his memory erased, watched his best friend DIE, and died for his other best friend !!! WHAT MORE DO YOU PEOPLE WANT????? OFC HES GOING TO BE BORING HE DIDNT KNOW WHO HE WAS OR WHAT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE

Piper

I will hold you by the shoulders and stare directly into your soul until you give me a good reason to hate Piper bc she did nothing wrong. She just wanted her father's love and she never got it so what happened? She was sent or a wilderness camp where she was also manipulated into believing a random boy was her bf which entirely messed her up and it took her MONTHS ALMOST A YEAR to realize that she didn't have the feelings she was lead to believe. THEN SHE SAW HER EX HER BSF DIE IN FRONT OF HER????? I WOULD BE RUINED AFTER THAT OMGS 

Hazel

Excuse me, didn't she DIE in the 1940s to prevent the world from ending, came back, only to have to save the world AGAIN??? Not to mention that fact that she was bullied and harassed all her life before and after her death. Before her death she was always treated like the devil bc of her curse, even by her own mother. Her mom even neglected Hazel which is something NO ONE SEEMS TO TALK ABOUT. Then she has an unknown brother save her from the underworld and have to completely rebuild her life from scratch. At new rome she still wasn't treated right and was left out and made out to be a weird girl just like her old life. Tbh if that was me I wouldn't be shaking crying every time I saw someone. Also she learned how to control the mist which is pretty fricking cool okay I love her 

Frank

Let's just point out the obvious first. The reason Frank is not one of the most loved characters is because he is/was chubby. I'll say it, that is the reason. If he was skinny/fit more people would love him. That's probably why Rick did the transformation thingy thing where Frank got all buff. Which sucks because Frank is incredible and having one of the only character that's not skinny or muscly or as conventionally attractive have to change to those things just to be slightly more popular is STUPID!!!! I'm not hating on Rick I'm honestly hating on the fans who didn't love Frank because of the fact that he was chubby, whether they knew that was the reason they didn't like him as much as the other seven or not. His story is incredible. His mom going to war and her dying made my heart break while reading. his entire life force being attached to a piece of wood, so easy to be burned to nothingness, is SO GOOD. His awkwardness is so refreshing to see when characters are often portrayed as nonchalant and cool when in reality we're all losers 😭 

Really, there's no real reasons to hate any of the seven. You can have favorites, I have my favorites of course, but putting the other seven down doesn't do anything. You're just an asshole. 

[foreverfiction11691]

Quiet on Set triggered the 90s kid in me and affected me in ways I didnt think were possible. To think that the shows that I loved as a kid and even as an adult, were not at all what they seemed. The actors that I grew up watching perform "hilarious" skits was far more than just some comedy sketch. Its crazy to think that these predators were able to be so close to kids and that back then it wasnt as a big of deal as it is today. I just cant understand how grown ass adults can find children appealing and be sexually attracted to them and have the urge to do horrible, unspeakable things to these young, innocent souls. My heart breaks for Drake Bell....the look on his face during the interview says it all. He was holding so much pain inside and his father too. His dad knew Peck was a POS but his mother just let him go with that pedo willingly. There are so many lessons to be learned from this and I feel like Nickelodeon is just treading lightly on all of this now that its out in the open. As well as Dan Schneider now apologizing for his wrong doings only because he got called out. I do not for one sec believe that if he had the chance to do it over again, he would do it differently. Fuck Dan, Fuck Brian Peck and Fuck Jason Handy. As well as the justice system for giving Peck 16 months, making him register as a SA and letting him return to Hollywood. Absolutely disgusting. More measures need to be taken in the industry to protect these children from the hands of these predators that are literally hiding in plain sight. My childhood has been forever tainted by the disgusting truth of what really happens in the industry and how shit is just swept under the fucking rug like nothing when you have $$$. To the actors that defended that sick fuck with their letters blaming it on Bell and saying he provoked it because Peck would never do such a thing...shame on you. Only after his story came out did you quickly defend yourselves, that had you known the details those letters would have never been written. We know it was to cover your asses and not sink your career, but the fact that you still defended a pedo WITHOUT knowing the details is purely disgusting. I hope Drake can find closure and healing. I hope all of those actors that were subjected to working with Dan can heal. And I hope those little girls that Handy SAd can heal as adults. Most importantly, I hope that whoever else was subjected to such abuse and SA from any of these sick fucks come forward and are no longer afraid to tell their stories now that Drake has opened up. We hear you, we see you, were with you, we love you.💔💙

[trekkele]

Hi!

I was kinda curious about something. From what I‘ve seen in the Fandom it looks like Bruce was heavily judging and talking down to Stephanie when he found out about her Teen pregnancy, and he also used her to try and make Tim jealous about having a new Robin?

Considering Bruce never even wanted a Robin/dislikes his family also being Vigilantes (even if he is simultaneously proud of them) I don’t get why he would try and lure Tim back like that.

Especially his treatment of Stephanie seems wildly out of character. He wants to help Gotham as a whole, he doesn’t judge prostitutes, desperate criminals, or anything of the like, AND specifically has a softspot for Kids and teenagers, so his behavior makes ZERO sense.

But I get that canon does what it wants and sometimes goes for shock/drama for the heck of it and writes characters in a way that is more "interesting" (it really isn’t).

So what I really wanted to know is; is this also accepted as canon in the more Bruce friendly circles? Or is it more like Bruce cutting Jasons throat with a Batarang, where it was rightfully so decided that that‘s stupid.

(was there a """good""" or """understandable""" reason Batman acted like that?)

Ok so this is actually multiple questions and i love all of them because while i hate canon’s treatment of Stephanie and Steph-and-Bruce i love the core concept of the characters - which is, how do you deal with a alternate version of yourself? (Because i will never shut up about Steph and Bruce being parallels).

So to start, you mention fandom writing Bruce as judging her teen pregnancy which i cant speak to because i avoid those fics with prejudice and i havent read/dont remember if the canon ever even deals with that - but long story short No He Would Not. It does not fit his character or his stated goals to act like that. I dont really have more to say on that because the idea is absurd to me, so its kind of lighting up ??? When i try to imagine it.

(Also Bruce absolutely had a teen pregnancy scare/scandal are you joking? Easiest way to get your hands on the billionaire babies fund.)

The “make Tim jealous for Robin” is unfortunately, true but also that era of comics is so confusing. Tim is in boarding school with Alfred, he specifically asked Stephanie to take over Robin and for Bruce to train her, Bruce finally thought he was done with baby vigilantes but no, this kid arranged for a babysitter for him … bonkers.

The thing with Steph is that she was already a vigilante. Spoiler was an independent actor for almost as long as Tim was Robin, she didnt need Batmans permission or approval to start (but lets be honest she probably wanted it.) or continue what she was doing! So the thing with Bruce being harsher during training or refusing to train her … it wouldn’t work. It didnt work. It in fact led to the eventual confrontation with Black Mask and her “death”.

Majority of the Bruce and Steph fics ive read have done some serious frankensteining with her backstory and their relationship - for good reason. A lot seem to cut the teen pregnancy storyline entirely (a fact i feel neutral about. Its interesting and adds depth to Steph, but the way we talk about teen pregnancy has changed a lot since it was written.) as well as the idea that Bruce was trying to make Tim jealous- instead its about Bruce trying to convince Steph that being a vigilante is too hard, too dangerous, and too limiting for her to continue, which is mean yeah but at least its in character, especially for post Death in the Family Bruce who just wants these dumb kids to stop taunting death.

Its unfortunate that canon basically confirms Bruce’s fears with Stephanies death and its mildy infuriating how fandom treats it.

I cant speak for all of “Bruce friendly circles” (love that btw) but thats what ive seen more of, when their relationship is even discussed. I personally prefer fics that focus on her being Spoiler, and more independent of Bruce because of it - like Robin was an internship for a position she ultimately rejected, because it wasnt something she wanted. Also Barbara being more of her Batman with Batman being support staff. If that makes sense.

Was there a “good” or “understandable” reason Bruce acted like that? Grief, fear at what could happen if he let Stephanie keep vigilanting, Steph being unwilling to operate within Robin rules after being independent, and the usual “can you please go to bed its a school night” could work if you retconn his worse moments tbh. Was there a good or understandable reason Bruce was written like that? Misogyny and the inability to conceive of a female character who doesnt need him.

Im not actually sure i answered your question so Fic recs that include those big rewrites i mentioned: Blackbird by goldkirk, First as Tragedy, Second as Farce by autumngray

[d8nielaa]

so have you heard of smiski before? i have become obsessed with them and I have been on the hunt for them as of lately and i wanted to see if you can write a fic about how the reader is on the hunt for some after seeing tiktoks about them but Brody or Jason (completely up to you) does not understand the point of those trinket items and would tease her for being obsessed but still buys some for her since he went to a store and found some but the cashier gave him 4 so he thought it wouldnt hurt to open one and tries to see what he gets, what he didnt realize is that was his worst mistake because he didnt get the one he wanted so he opened one more but that one wasnt it either and it led him to opening them all and going back to buy more and he ended up having the entire set of them and hunting for more. He would have them on his desk in his apartment to kind of hide them from the reader since he would look like a hypocrite for making fun of her for them but one day while (brody or jason) were gone out to buy some more and run some errands reader decides to surprise him with a lunch but she sees all of the smiski and the entire set of them and he ends up walking in with a bag full of boxes of them shocked but embarrassed because he knew she had seen his collection. reader is shocked but jokingly yells at how he is a hypocrite and he tries to defend himself but fails so he decides to share some of the boxes with her to see what the get in those surprise boxes LOL

sorry for the long request i started typing and my brain and fingers took over.

if the request is too much i understand completely.

i hope you have the best day and thank you for being an amazing writer.

Authors Note: yes I have! I love smiskis and I rlly want one cause I only have two sonny angels and I need more

Smiski Land

Brody Gran x fem!reader

You had become obsessed with Smiski. It all started with one of those TikToks that you couldn’t seem to scroll past. The little glowing trinket figurines—tiny, mysterious, and a little eerie—had quickly taken over your thoughts. You couldn’t get enough of the concept of these surprise boxes, each one hiding a different little figurine. You were on the hunt for them now, checking every online store, hunting down every available box. They were like little secrets waiting to be uncovered.

Brody, on the other hand, thought you were out of your mind.

“Why are you so obsessed with these tiny… things?” he teased one evening, watching you scroll through more TikToks with a grin that bordered on disbelief. “They’re just random little plastic figures, babe.”

You shot him a mock glare, giving him an exaggerated pout. “They’re not just random. They’re Smiskis, and you don’t understand.”

Brody raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. “Yeah, okay. A whole obsession over random plastic trinkets. So, what’s next? You start collecting rocks?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Nope, these are special. Each one is unique. Some of them glow in the dark, and some are just… I don’t know, weird. You have to see them to understand.”

Brody just shook his head, clearly not getting it. “Well, I’m happy for you, but I don’t get the hype.”

Later that week, Brody had gone out for a quick errand. You had mentioned your ongoing search for Smiskis yet again, and he—half-hoping to just get you to stop talking about it for a few minutes—had agreed to stop by a store and check if they had any. He didn’t really get the point, but he figured a little “hunt” wouldn’t hurt.

When he walked into the store, he was surprised to find a whole shelf of Smiski surprise boxes. Of course, they were behind a locked case, because these things were apparently more valuable than he realized. He didn’t know much about them, but seeing the boxes in person sparked a little curiosity. The cashier, a teenager with a bored expression, sold him four boxes.

Four.

Brody glanced at the price tag and winced, but he shrugged it off. “Four surprises isn’t too bad, right?” he mumbled to himself as he left the store with the bags in hand.

That night, when he got home, he tossed the four Smiski boxes on the table, figuring he’d get around to giving them to you at some point. But as he glanced at the little box, something in him stirred—maybe it was the randomness of it. Maybe it was the fact that he’d been teasing you about them nonstop. But before he knew it, he’d opened one.

And… disappointment.

It wasn’t the one he wanted.

“What the heck is this?” Brody groaned, holding up a Smiski figurine with a blank expression and an awkward pose. “It’s just… it’s just a little guy sitting there with his arms crossed. How is this exciting?”

But then something strange happened.

He opened another one. And another. And another.

By the time he’d opened all four, he realized something: he was hooked.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered to himself, laughing nervously. “This isn’t so bad. I just want to see what else is in the boxes. Maybe… just maybe, I’ll get the cool glowing one.”

He was so caught up in the chaos of opening the boxes, his desire to complete the set taking over. By the end of the week, Brody had done something he never imagined: he had the entire set of Smiski figures sitting on his desk. Every single one.

Each one stared up at him, a collection of tiny, glowing creatures that made no sense, but he was now inexplicably proud of.

And he was hiding them.

Brody didn’t want you to know that he’d actually started collecting them, especially after all the teasing. He kept the whole set on his desk, well out of sight from the living room and your prying eyes. If you found out, he’d look like a complete hypocrite. He couldn’t let that happen.

Then one day, while Brody was out running errands and grabbing more Smiski boxes to feed his new obsession, you had a plan. You wanted to surprise him with a homemade lunch. You were sure he’d love the effort, and you figured you’d get a chance to mess with him a little, especially after all the teasing he’d done about your Smiski obsession.

You were putting together a little sandwich when you walked into his room to grab his favorite snacks from his dresser, only to stop dead in your tracks.

Wait.

Your eyes landed on his desk.

There, hidden under a pile of papers and miscellaneous items, was the entire Smiski collection.

Every. Single. One.

The figurines, stacked neatly, glowing softly in the dim light, looked like they were almost… proud to be there. You couldn’t believe it.

“No. Way,” you muttered under your breath. You were in shock. He had been teasing you for weeks about how ridiculous it was to collect tiny glowing figurines, and here he was, hiding them in plain sight like a total hypocrite.

You stood there for a few seconds, trying to process what you were seeing, then had a brilliant idea. You’d let him stew in the embarrassment for a little while.

You placed the lunch on the table and waited for him to return, arms crossed and a smirk forming on your face.

When Brody came back later, he immediately froze in the doorway, his eyes widening at the sight of you sitting in his room. In his hands, he was holding a bag full of more boxes—the same boxes he had sworn to himself he was done with. He’d gone out to get more, completely oblivious to the fact that you had already found his secret.

“Babe—uh…” Brody started, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to hide the bag behind his back. “I was just—uh—running errands. And I thought I’d grab a few more Smiski. You know, just to… um, complete the collection.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, really? A few more, huh?” You stood up, walking over to his desk, where the entire collection of Smiskis was laid out. “Because you don’t look like someone who was just complaining about me obsessing over these things.”

Brody winced, the color draining from his face as he slowly lowered the bag of new boxes, his eyes avoiding yours. “Listen, it’s not… it’s not what you think, okay?”

You crossed your arms, trying to hold back your laughter. “You’re such a hypocrite.”

“I didn’t mean for it to get this far!” Brody defended, clearly embarrassed. “I just wanted one, and then… and then I really wanted to see which ones I could get, and, well… I got kind of hooked.”

You laughed, poking him in the chest. “Kind of? Brody, you’re obsessed. Look at all these!”

“I just wanted to get the cool glowing one,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

You grinned, teasing him. “So, since we’re both obsessed, why don’t we open a few together?”

Brody blinked, completely caught off guard. “Wait, what? Are you—are you serious?”

You grinned. “Oh, yeah. We’ll see if you get the glowing one you’ve been dying for. Come on. We’re in this together now.”

Brody sighed, finally giving in, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Alright, fine. Let’s open them.”

And so, together, you two sat down with the bags of Smiski boxes, cracking them open one by one, laughing and joking as the figurines slowly started piling up. Brody had never thought he’d get here, but somehow, it had all come full circle. You were both Smiski-obsessed now, in it together, and neither of you could escape the pull of these tiny, glowing, inexplicable creatures.

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Authors Note: THANK YOU SO SO SOOO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS GUYS I REALLY APPRECIATE THEM!

[whywasthissohardtomake]

Humphrey telling the guide not to say that jason is evil within hearing distance of him is so sweet. My boy really is trying to look after his friends mental health & i love that for him.

also watching the mental toll being spooky & killing people has on jason makes me kinda sad. Like my boy nooooo. Bbg im so sorry u have to kill people!!

i do really like that he still grapples with how easy killing is and was, even when he first started. I noticed how in the moment, or even the immediate aftermath, jason didnt really seem to care that he killed people. But i feel like he both regrets & doesnt some of the deaths hes caused. Especially those at the arcade & the Usteye (??) tribe. Cause im not sure if hed make any different choices if given the chance, but he sure does brood over those moments & his feelings surrounding them a lot.

unrelated, a time travel fic would slap so hard. Jasons already so manipulative & trying to stay a hundred steps a head of everyone. Imagine how bad itd be if he were from the future. (Or a time loop fic. God i love those).

anywho, as always, pls no spoilers!