#netflix titans

[mylifeingotham]

[mylifeinmetroplis]

[fromtheirtowertheycanseeitall]

[raggedy-dxctor]

Hai 😁 so if u could do like a fluffy imagine based on the relationship hcs u did for titans!jason todd that’d be amazinngg ❤️

waking up w/ Jason todd

pairing(s): jason todd x gn!reader

warnings: none !

"g'morning love" a gorggy voice came, hugging you closer and placing a kiss ontop of your head. "morning jay" you responded, nuzzling your head into his neck with a content sigh.

"I need to get up y/n" he chuckles, tracing lines up your arm and sneaking a hand down to rest on your hips. he nuzzles his head into his hair as you chuckle, full well knowing that neither of you would be up for another hour or two. bruce and dick were accustomed to him being late for patrols by now.

he pulls away and glances down, swooning slightly as he sees you snuggly buried in his redhood hoodie, pulling you closer somehow. he takes a deep breath, way too giddy for his own good and bites back his large grin when he hears soft breaths coming from you, as you fall back into a deep and peaceful sleep.

[m0chaminx]

Gar Logan | Stay

*•.¸♡Request: @cjisbored , thanks love

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: mentions of violence and death

*•.¸♡Paring: Gar Logan x GN!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: You comformt Gar after his experience with CADMUS (just a whole bunch of comfort fluff)

*•.¸♡Words: 635

Gar sat alone in the training room, the cuffs of his green jacket pulled past over his hands. You stood by the door, fingers tapping against the wooden frame, not loud enough to disturb Gar. You took a nervous breath and that's when Gar looked up, slightly glancing over his shoulder. "I can hear you," Gar called softly. "Your hearts racing."

Your hand fell from the door frame and walked over to Gar, sitting beside him on the small steps that led to the sparring space. You ran your hands over your denim jeans and glanced up at Gar. It was only the two of you now that would really use the training room. Kory, Dick and Conner would have no use for it, Rose left a few days after Donna's memorial dinner, and so did Hank and Dawn.

You wouldn't use the training room as much, but every now and then when you'd walk past you'd see Gar. Sometimes he would lazily puch one of the heavy bags other days he would just sit, staring at the unused training weapons.

"Can I ask you something?" Your voice came out as a whisper. Gar nodded softly but his eyes stayed forward, staring at nothing. "How are you? After everything that happened with Donna... and CADMUS, I haven't really asked you about it."

It's not that you and Gar weren't close, you were. You had met him, Kory and Rachel, when Dick asked you to get them safely to Rachel's mother's house and you had been around ever since. You tried to keep Gar as safe as possible but when Dick told everyone the truth about Jerico you couldn't stay in the tower anymore and you followed Hank and Dawn until you got a weird text from Gar about Conner. When you got back to the tower you met with Donna and you both investigated the broken tower.

When you found Gar's bloody hand prints, it felt like your world sunk and when you found he was alive but under the control of a Lex Lab corporation you didn't know what to do. Somehow in the haze of Gar's mind control, you were able to reach out and find him again, though not with the close tiger bite to your left arm. Since then, you hadn't really talked to Gar.

"I didn't mean to bite you," Gar said softly, his voice slightly horse. "I didn't mean to do any of it..."

You shuffled closer to Gar and ran your hand down his arms. "None of it was your fault Gar. None of it was you. CADMUS did some weird experiments on you Gar, you couldn't have stopped it. We... I left you here alone."

"I didn't want to hurt anyone." Gar's jaw clenched as he let out a shaky breath, his arms coming up to hug his knees. "You say it wasn't me, but it feels like it was."

"I'm not saying you can't feel it. I'm just saying it wasn't your fault, you have every right to feel however you want." Gar nodded softly, his expression filled with understanding and empathy. 

You allowed yourself to surrender to the weight of your emotions, leaning your head against his sturdy shoulder, seeking solace and comfort in his presence. With a gentle touch, your hand traversed the expanse of his broad back, its warmth radiating through your fingertips. Each movement conveyed unspoken words of support and solidarity, silently affirming the profound connection between you. In that tender moment, you found solace in the simple yet profound act of physical closeness, as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted from your shoulders.

"Can you stay with me for a bit?" You nodded softly, his green hair rubbing against your head.

"I'll stay as long as you need."

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[pandoraimperatrix]

With the lukewarm ending of Titans, I've decide to compile all my DickKory fics till date to help sad orphans like myself to find my works and keep the love for this ship alive.

This is a ongoing list and comments are the fuel to keep my DickKory fic writing juices flowing.

🫣- Smut 🥺- Fluff 😭- Angst 🤡- Fix-it 🐣- Kid/Pregnancy fic

burning up a sun 1/1 🥺🤡

love is not some kind of victory march 1/1 🫣 🥺

you took my lips, you took my love so tenderly 1/1 🫣 🥺

you feel like heaven to touch 1/1 🫣 🥺

say what you mean and mean what you say 1/1 🫣 🥺

words are very unnecessary 1/1 🫣 🥺

Wandering Worlds 28/33 😭 🤡🐣

tonight will be our last sex(less) heist 1/1 🥺

hello nice too meet you, you've been inside of me 1/1 🥺🤡

Baby's First Teethsmas  1/1 🥺🤡🐣

Vegemite never tasted so good 1/1 🤡

"Don't fucking lie to me!" 1/1 😭 🤡

"Don't you think it's sexy?"  1/1 🥺

"You owe me a kiss."  1/1 🥺

the world so still 1/1 🫣 🥺

caught between goodbye and I love you 2/2 😭 🤡 🫣

Monomania 1/1 😭 🤡

First Aid Kit 1/1 😭 🤡 🫣

Dick Grayson's One Super Power  1/1 🥺🤡

You Need a Hand to Hold 1/1 🥺🤡 😭

Premium 1/1 🫣🥺

Heracles 1/1 🥺🐣

night cravings 1/1 🥺

you are too hot 1/1 🥺

Is that my shirt? 1/1 🥺🤡

I'll Take Care Of You, If You Ask Me To  1/1 🥺🤡 😭

Silver Line  1/1 🥺🤡 😭

Just Another Summer Night 1/1 🥺🤡🐣

Voicemail 1/1 🥺🤡

[literaryspinster]

Those other fake bitches just didn’t understand you like I did 😔

[circusclownsam]

You know, it’s kind of sad seeing the fandom for Netflix’s ‘Titans’ dying out, the show is so good :(

The actors played the characters so well, lowkey cried over Hanks death despite him being an ass (sometimes)

[selinascatnip]

Been seeing a lot of posts about hickeys and imagine Dick trying to train the kids with his usual attire of pants, tee and a HUGE scarf like a vampire victim in an old movie

And the kids being all:

[hypnogoopgardennerd]

So, I just finished the Netflix Titans season 1 (and first episode of the 2nd season) and I can see why everyone hates it.

I honestly still don't find it unforgivable, I mean, no DC comics adaptation has been perfect so far and honestly it could be worst but I know that there is going to be an adaptation of the Red Hood saga and I'm scared to death.

Well, I hope it doesn't get any worst that this

[mylifeingotham]

[mylifeinmetroplis]

[fromtheirtowertheycanseeitall]

[its-all-ineffable]

Finally watching season 3 of Titans. I am angry, I am seething, and I hate every main character apart from Gar and Jason.

You may well get either another long post like this one: Jason Todd and the arrogance of the Titans

OR

an addition to the above post.

Because I am FUMING.

[pandoraimperatrix]

Wandering Worlds

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

Dick Grayson is dead. His life taken by his own brother. The Abel to Jason’s Cain. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Instead a man who looks just like him, how can he be?

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*90's infomencial voice* Tired of Dick Grayson getting no character growth every season? Can't stand the lack of development? The fact that we barely got any DickKory content since season one? I have just what you need! *normal voice* Okay, so in this fic Dick died, and Rachel pulled an alternative version of him from a dying universe, a version of him that will not take his family, Kory and his life for granted, he's not perfect, but he's doing his best.

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Part Four – Voyagers

But when all’s said and done, I’d surrender to you in other ways. Even though each time, I know I’ll see you again, I always wonder is this the last time? Is that really you? And what if you’re perfectly happy without me? Ah, but I don’t blame you; I’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. It’s only fair that I should be the one to chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes  until I find the one where you’ll return to me. 25 Lives, by Tongari

Chapter Twenty-one – A free man with nowhere free to go

“What?” his question floated heavy with the weight of the satisfaction their afterglow provided. Heavier than the bliss, only her gaze, at first he thought nothing of if, but, after a while, he noticed it’s heat what was preventing the darkness of sleep to claim him, her insistent stare anchoring him do conscientiousness.

“I was thinking, you know, about what you said once, that we might not be exact copies from… You know,” she undoubtedly felt the change in his body as her words crowded the room filled not so long before only by the two of them. Beside their bed, summoned by her words, the haunting of the past stood, unfinished. “Have you noticed something about me? Something different... from her?”

He fought the urge to grimace by smiling, his face stiff with the effort.

“Why? You were the one who said you couldn’t pick us apart, are you trying to tell me you found something now?”

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly, he could see she was itching for insisting on her question, but he wondered if, to her too, curiosity and fear ran shoulder to shoulder in regards to their parallel counterparts. Koriand’r moved from her place beside him, climbing on his chest, one arm folded under her chin, her hair moving a little slower than the rest of her body, floating around her in a mess of auburn curls as if it was its own separate entity.

“Actually, I did.”

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 “Oh...” He sighed, “good different or bad different?”

“Just different,” she smiled, and reached out, cupping his face, thumb tracing around his eye, as if she was drawing the mask she had just presented him the night they decided to give happiness a chance. “Your eyes are so light sometimes, like scotch... And the right one is almost blue in places... His eyes were darker.”

Dick shut his eyes, the darkness dissolved his memory, she was gone. And he was back to the present, where his chest was empty and his bed cold.

He sucked on a shaky breath, hating the hot tears burning his eyes and gritting his teeth. He had gone through worse. He had gone through the end of the world goddammit!

Still, instead of fighting, instead of shaking off all that despair, Dick curled into himself. He slept.

Dick was pulled from nonsensical anxiety inducing nightmares by the metallic click of the door opening.

“Gar?” he panted, still being able to taste despair although he couldn’t remember any of the dreams, the memory of Koriand’r flying away into the oblivion burning in front of his mind.

The boy gave him what seemed to be a valiant try to smile, but never he had looked so fragile, not even back when they had that difficult conversation in the woods when Gar had confessed his worst fears. Losing Koriand’r being a threat even then, a threat Dick had dismissed. How stupid, how irresponsible. When would he ever learn?

Happiness was something that didn’t belong to this world, to any world where he could dwell. And every time he tasted it, loss would be right in the corner waiting.

“Hey…” The boy saluted in a barely there voice, his lips trembling.

“You alright?” Dick asked, grimacing at his own choice of words. “Where’s Rachel?“

 “Rach is up,” Gar said, although he had been better, he didn’t look like someone who had seen the end of the world either, in his oversized hoodie and flat hair falling over his forehead. “She’s trying to make an omelette. And I…” He sucked air though his teeth, his shoulders shaking a little. He was very young, his Gar. “Well…”

Dick wanted to ask, he did, but he didn’t think he needed to.

“An omelette?” he asked instead. “So she’s not…” they exchanged a knowing look, a concerned look.

The trip back home last night was not pretty.

“Stop looking at me like that! I’m fine! You don’t have to worry about me or Trigon, I’m nothing like your daughter!”

And then she stormed into her room and locked the door ignoring his pleas to let him in.

He had stood there for a long time, and even longer sitting on the floor in dread. However, after a while, when no sound came from inside, no apocalypse, no sign that the reality was being ripped apart to give away to out-worldly evil, Dick was forced to acknowledge that, he wasn’t so afraid of that Rachel. He was afraid of having to face the constraint of his bedroom alone.

“She,” Gar started in a tone that didn’t hide his endearment and maybe a little pride too, “is worried about you.”

Dick blinked in astonishment, and then fumbled around his bed for his phone.

“What time is it?”

“Around noon,” he sat on Dick’s bed then, and pulled something from his pocket, “looking for this?”

This, was a broken melted mess that had once being Dick’s cell phone.

“Fuck,” Dick breathed, examining the ruined gadget in his hands. Maybe it was because of Gar’s body, but it somehow was still warm. It crossed his mind the notion that a melted cell phone would be the last thing of his, Koriand’r would ever touch and a sob escaped his chest before he could stop himself.

Dick rose terrified eyes to Gar, hand covering his mouth. No. Not in front of the child. But the was no use, the other sobs followed, bringing hot tears and a mix of shame and powerlessness.

It was with horror, love, and infinite gratitude that Dick let his boy wrap his arms around an undeserving, poor substitute for a father.

“What is happening?!” A rushed Rachel appeared at the door, spatula still in hand.

Dick unclenched an arm away from Gar and rose it towards her who lost no time before joining them. Father and daughter exchanged a look, there was no need for spoken apologies, not between them. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes, pain and bliss and despair and so much love filling him and she laid her head on his shoulder.

And for tiny moment, it was enough.

“It’s really good, Rach,” he said, munching on a generous piece of over salted egg with scraped burned parts.

Rachel rolled her eyes and pulled the plate from his hands, throwing the food in the trash bin.

“Gar, call the pizza guy,” she said over her shoulder.

“On it.”

“So, what’s the plan?” Rachel asked crossing her arms and leaning against the sink, all business, which made Dick feel ever more confused and guilty. “Have you called Bruce?”

He frowned.

“Bruce? What for?”

Rachel looked at him as if he was being absolutely stupid on purpose.

“What you mean what for? We need to get a spaceship or some other way to get to Kory!”

 Oh…

That would explain why she didn’t let Trigon out. She had hope still.

Dick clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, looking down at his daughter as if she was a bomb he was trying to disable. Maybe she really was. Maybe, he was the one about to go off and blow everything.

“I don’t think she wanted us to follow her,” he managed to say in a voice so strangled he barely recognized as his own.

“Bullshit!”

“Rachel-“ Gar tried to intervene.

“No!” she shouted, shaking from head to toes. “I am not giving up on her, Dick,” she sobbed, “I’m not! I can’t! You, from all people, I thought… I thought you would understand.”

Dick stared at her, his heart hammering against his ribcage. He had, from the fatidic moment she flew into the sky, been wandering in a nebulous place inside his mind. Numb and lost, all alone but for a voice that laughed at him for believing that he, from all the more deserving people lost in the swamp of despair that his home world became, deserved a fresh start, deserved happiness. And now, came Rachel, always her, offering him once more, hope.

What good more hope can do, though, when you already hang yourself?

He looked away from Rachel’s disillusioned face to Gar, the boy too looked like he was shipwrecked and waiting for him to throw a lifeline, lifeline Dick didn’t have, dancing in the air, praying for the agony deliver him to the darkness of the nothingness, end of pain.

“What you think, Gar?” he forced himself to ask in a small voice.

Gar exchanged a look with Rachel, it was like they were having a whole conversation that excluded Dick. It had been a while since he had felt so alone, so detached, so much of a stranger.

“I agree with Rach,” Gar finally said with a fierce look.

Dick breathed in sharply. Seeing the betrayal in Rachel’s face turning into gratitude made him feel worse somehow.

“You heard her,” he argued, in a faux calm voice, “you heard what Koriand’r said,” saying that name aloud ripped his heart, but he continued. “Rachel didn’t, and I understand her reaction now because of it. But you heard her, Gar. She wasn’t kidnapped, nobody forced her to leave, she went willingly,” he spat the last three words, numbness condensing into a storm of rancour.

Rachel bit both of her lips tightly, and cleaned a tear that slid down her cheek in a stiff gesture. 

“I know,” she retorted in a hard voice. “I saw the video. And I know Kory. She didn’t want to go.”

“What someone wants or doesn’t want matters nothing, it’s their actions.”

She gave him an offended huff, her expression becoming more and more angrier.

“Like how you want to get her back but is choosing to act like a douchebag right now?”

“Rachel!” said Gar scandalized.

“No Gar, you know he’s full of bullshit and he knows too,” she took a raggedy breath, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes firmly. “God! I’m tired,” and then she walked past them, leading to her room.

Rachel’s words and betrayed look had punched Dick hard and let him reeling.

Once more, he felt like a failure. Rachel had saved him, given him back everything he had lost, and that’s how he repaid her.

Gar followed after a while, giving Dick a pat on his shoulder before disappearing into the corridor.

Something caught his eye as he stood there nailed to the ground and afraid of stepping back into the end of the world at any second. He picked the object, mostly whole in its sparkly heavy duty phone case, except for a crack on the screen that lit up at his command. Her wallpaper was a picture from the gala, his arms around her waist, her head on his shoulder, her golden soft glow surrounding the both of them. As if they belonged together.

It didn’t matter it last so little, it was enough for his to build a castle of dreams, a whole future with her.

Clearly, it had not been the same to her.

But she still had responsibilities to Gar and Rachel. He couldn’t care a rat’s ass if her weird mess of a planet needed her, fuck them. Gar and Rachel needed her and he would not let her just leave them.

Because been left behind was hard, and that is what he became after losing so much, hard. And Dick would be damned if he would let that happen to his children.

Gritting his teeth and ignoring his stinging eyes, Dick typed her passcode and chose a number.

“Miss Anders! I thought-“

“It’s me. I need a favour.”

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Sorry for the short chapter after taking a while to update. I have been having a few bad depressive episodes.

What you think about where this story is leading? What are your theories and expectations?

[pandawithalaptop]

DC Thoughts :

I am going to express some feelings about the Titans Netflix show. I just need to get some things off my chest, I've been holding it in too long.

First thing I would like to state is that I thought that everyone was well casted, it was the writers and directors that messed it up. All the actors were really good, but the script and the directing were awful. I can't believe some things in that show were allowed in the show.

Jason Todd. He was bit aggressive, and not great at following orders, but that's what he was like in the comics too. So that was on point, though not what I want to talk about.

Jason was captured by Deathstroke and Dr. Light. He was tortured, and used as bait to lore out who Deathstroke really wanted. Jason was then dropped off the top of a sky scraper, he fell quite a long time before Superboy stepped in. Later we see that Jason has ptsd flash backs to when he was falling. He went through a traumatic event, and no one in the tower took it seriously.

Then little things started happening in the tower, which were all blamed on Jason, despite him not leaving his room often. Every little problem was somehow Jason's fault, no one believed he was innocent. This behavior of the Titans almost drove Jason to kill himself.

Then, in season 3 it is revealed that Jason is the Red Hood, big shocker there, and the Titans are confused by his actions. Jason indirectly kills Hank, dove was the one that pulled the trigger. Besides 2 members, the Titans treated him like shit, and they're confused why Jason is trying to rip them apart.

Eventually, it is revealed that Jason is being used and manipulated by the Scarecrow. And Jason joins in the Titans efforts in the end. Happy ending, sort of.

Nightwing and Beast Boy are the only 2 Titans who believe that Jason is still a good person. Even after Hank is killed, they still hold onto hope that Jason will come to his senses. Honestly, it was nice to see. When Beast Boy goes into Wayne Manor near the season finale, he isn't hostile or angry to see Jason. BB almost seems glad to see Jason.

So, what I'm trying to say is that throughout this show Jason Todd is put through so much shit. The Titans treat him like shit. Personally, I think that everything he did in season 3 was completely justified. The Titans were being shown the same kindness he received from them. Though he was also heavily drugged the entire season too, so that might have had something to do with it too.

The only thing that I really appreciated about it and is that Batman killed the Joker after what happened to Jason. I know it's not Canon, but it was nice to see a version of Batman was willing to cross that line after one of his sons was murdered. And the little seen at the end of the season with Bruce and Jason, were Jason thanks Bruce for crossing that line, it was wonderful.

Don't get me wrong, Titans is not a great show, but it had it's moments. And I really needed to get these thoughts out of my head.

Sorry for the long post.