#wingman jason todd

[call-me-strega]

Dc x DP Prompt #8: Best Friend’s Brother

Preface: this prompt can be used with different characters but I’m writing it as Dead on Main bc that’s my favorite. Also the colleges I mention are real colleges from the DCU

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Danny Fenton was 18 when he moved to Gotham for college.

It was the only place with a half decent engineering program that would take a kid with his record; drop in grades, unexplained absences, missing class, a disciplinary record, etc. Plus there was a decent saturation of both magic and ectoplasm in Gotham’s air. After he got accepted he decided to tell his parents he was Phantom. They reacted surprisingly well all things considered. They were horrified to learn they’d been hunting their son but it quickly turned into acceptance to listen to what he had to tell them. Now they turned their obsession from hunting ghosts to learning more about ghost more humanely. He also managed to get his former rouges to agree to call off any major shenanigans in favor of less destructive outlets. (He got Ember a TikTok and a YouTube channel, he set up a drag racing circuit in the realms for Johnny and Kitty, let Technus enter the internet as long as he stayed within Amity’s grid or help Ember manage her stuff, allowed Desiree grant wishes for Make a Wish Foundation kids so long as she didn’t horribly twist them, etc.)

Now with the town not at constant risk of danger and his parents agreeing to really handle any rouge ghosts, Danny could leave Amity with a clear conscience. His friends were also growing up and heading to their own colleges. Tucker was heading to Ivy University in New England, which rivaled MIT in terms technological prestige, and Sam decided on Vandermeer University in Pittsburg, which had a reputation for being a very liberal, anti-authority campus. Although their trio would be spread out, Danny found comfort in the fact that they’d all moved from the Midwest to the Northeast.

With promises to stay in touch a visit. Danny got set up in GCU’s dorms, ready to move into the next chapter of his life.

~

Danny Fenton was 20 when Tim Drake (age 19 but nearing 20) officially became one of his best friends.

They had been introduced to each other by their mutual friend Sebastian Ives for a new Warlocks and Warriors campaign. Their friendship extended beyond WnW when they ended up on the same Applied Physics and Mechanics class. It was cemented when they got pair up for a project in class and had to spend lots of time around each other.

Danny didn’t mind that Tim tended to be a bit flaky and Tim didn’t mind that Danny was possibly not 100% human. They didn’t ask each other too many questions about that stuff. They knew the other had something odd about him and that was fine with them. It was nice to have a causal friend they could be normal with, without being questioned about their more peculiar behaviors.

They officially became best friends when the built a Rube Goldberg machine with a working trebuchet within an hour of the three they had to complete it for their Applied Phys-Mech final. Danny introduced Tim to Sam, Tucker and Jazz. Tim introduced him to Steph, Tam, and Cass. They texted and hung out fairly often. They truly did consider each other one their best friends.

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Danny Fenton is 22 when he meets Tim’s family.

Tim’s 21st birthday is coming up and he has plans with his family the day of and is going out with his friends, including a couple from out of town, that night. They want to take him out for his first drink and it’s fortunate timing since it’s the weekend so nobody has to worry about classes. Everyone who was going was already informed that Tim would be spending most of the day with his family before Steph and Cass would bring to the club everyone was meeting up at. Which is why it’s purely a coincidence when he runs into them at BatBurger during the lunch rush.

Danny had just picked up the part-time job to earn a little extra cash to pay for his hobbies. Tim new about it but didn’t know the exact location he worked. That’s why they were both presently surprised when they heard each others voices in the drive through. When they pulled up to window Danny saw his friend leaning over a tired looking black-haired man, trying to stick his head out of the drivers window to give Danny a maniacal grin.

He quickly introduced the other passengers of the car as his dad, Bruce, and three of his brothers Dick, Jason, and Duke. He mentioned he had a fourth brother, Damian, who was still at home. Danny couldn’t really see everyone all that well on account of they were inside a car but he happily greeted them as well. They laughed and Danny wished Tim a happy birthday saying he’d see him at his celebration later tonight before handing them their food. He could the rowdy boys ribbing their brother as the car drove away and Danny resumed his work.

That incident seemed to have opened a gate because now Tim felt more comfortable inviting him over when his brothers were still around the house. He occasionally talked about his family more and Danny returned the favor letting snippets of his own family spill a little more. Occasionally, he’d see Tim’s family outside of his interactions with Tim.

He’d run into Damian, and sometimes Bruce or Dick was with him, at the museum or in the park while the younger had been walking his dog and stopped to say hi a couple of times. He chatted with Dick a couple of times when they were both in line to get coffee at a cafe. He saw Duke on a college tour once and waved at him.

The family member he probably saw the most other that Tim (and by extension Cass) was actually Jason. He’d ended up ditching BatBurger to get some more practical experience at an apprenticeship at the auto shop Jason went to to get his motorcycle serviced. The two of them got along pretty well and would often make conversation when Jason was waiting on his bike to be ready or to get his bill.

At first is was small talk about little things like how he and Tim were doing in class or how their days were going but they soon grew to have genuine interests in each other. Jason let Danny talk about space and mechanics and even gave his own thoughts sometimes, once helping Danny realize he was over complicating the circuit board of the device he was building. In return Danny let Jason ramble to him about literature, even taking the initiative to read a book Jason mentioned so he could talk to him about it better. Their conversation tended to be on the briefer side but were always enjoyable to both parties.

Danny actually liked being around Jason a lot but didn’t really bring that fact up a lot around Tim as it didn’t seem necessary. Tim was pretty glad that Danny got along with his family but he preferred to keep them in separate places in his mind. Danny knew and respected that, only really mentioning that he’d seen them recently and that they’d told him to say hi on their behalf (or die in Damian’s case occasionally).

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Tim Drake was 22 when he came to a horrific realization.

Well, perhaps horrific was a bit of an exaggeration. Tim wasn’t necessarily horrified by the revelation. In all honesty he didn’t know how to feel. He felt an odd mixture of protectiveness, possessiveness, confusion, and optimism(?).

You see, Tim and Danny had been hanging out in the campus center, studying and goofing off when he got a text from Jason saying he was coming to pick him up for family dinner at the manor since he was closest and Dick was busy picking up Duke and Damian from their after school clubs.

“What’s up?” Danny asked him curiously.

Tim set his phone on the table and started putting his stuff away. “My brother is coming to pick me up for family dinner so I gotta head out soon.”

“Ah well I should probably get going too. Tell Dick I said hi.”

“Actually, it’s Jason. Dick is picking up Duke and Damian,” he said shoving his textbook into his bag.

“Oh? That’s nice of him. Hey do you wanna just head out together?” Danny asked, fidgeting with his hoodie strings.

Tim noticed a slight strain in Danny’s voice at the mention of Jason but didn’t comment. He just nodded his head sure and walked outside with Danny. They got out to the street when Tim realized he’d left his phone in the library. He faced palmed and asked Danny if he could hold his stuff so it wouldn’t slow him down as he ran back to the campus center to get his phone. Danny agreed to and hold his stuff and wait for Jason while Tim went back.

After getting his phone Tim started heading back to where he left Danny when he saw that Jason had arrived that Jason had arrived and was talking to Danny. He was about to call out to them when he noticed several things in quick succession. Danny was fidgeting with his hoodie, something he tended to do when nervous. The tips of Danny’s ears were a light shade of pink (it isn’t cold out yet?). Danny looked deeply absorbed in his conversation with Jason in a way that reminded Tim of how he talked about space. And Jason seemed just as absorbed in the conversation as well.

The gears in Tim’s head went into overdrive and he realized ‘Ah- Danny has a crush on Jason’. His eyes widened as his head whipped around to examine Jason again. He saw a look of genuine fondness in his eyes. Thus Tim was confronted with the aforementioned horrific realization and complicated feelings. Tim didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or both.

‘My dumbass best friend has a crush on my brother. And worse(?), my idiot brother returns those feelings.’

[anothertimdrakestan]

Jealous Jason Todd Headcanon

~loooong requested hope you enjoy some brotherly competition~

- jason had no idea he wanted you until dick called "dibs" the first night he met jason's mysterious "friend" and newest bat-recruit

- at first, jason didn't care. like at all. but that never stopped him from being an asshole

- "my brother y/n really? what's there to like? i didn't see you as a musical theatre and dad-joke enjoyer" he'd scoff anytime dick tried to make a move

- that didn't stop richard fucking grayson.

- "hey! y/n! fancy seeing you here!" .. "it's the batcave dick i work here" .. "oh, well are you working all night? maybe we can grab some big belly burger after?" .. "we have patrol together you dork"

- honestly, it was endearing being adored, worshipped even. from handwritten poems, to a little mini batarang necklace, and all the weapons your heart could desire

- and for all his dork-tendencies, dick knew a thing or too about hand placement...

- "put me down richard" .. "you literally fell into my arms" .. "i would've landed on my feet" .. "sure princess, but aren't my arms a little better?" he'd tease, sweeping you bridal style out the back door of the gala you two had just rescued

- it was somewhere in between the gift giving, rooftop dates, and stolen glances that jason realized he might want -slightly, just a tiny bit- more.

- okay; he wanted you all to himself.

- but he's always been shit at explaining it

- where dick was obvious and flirtatious, jason started subtle: always inching closer to you, keeping a longing gaze set on your every move-even if it meant tripping himself up in battles- you noticed he would sooner get shot than let you catch a scrape

- and just like dick's coddling, it got annoying

- "jace i've been on the team for months, i think i can watch out for myself" .. "i know, i protect the people i care about" his response was almost a whisper, and before you could pry further, he disappeared, replaced with a familiar cheesy grin "hi y/n! wanna catch a movie tonight?" .. "uh, one sec dick! i need to check on jace"

- but jason was never anywhere to be found. every time he let you in, he disappeared just as quick.

- when you started toying with new weaponry jason was there, you still got butterflies remembering the way he pressed himself against you while fixing your form, his calloused fingertips lighting fires as he subtly adjusted your grip on your gun

- "jay is this right?" .. "mhm your grip is perfect, but the recoil will get you, slide your leg backwards to brace for the impact of firing" .. the minute his hand touched your thigh a shiver ran across your body, against your shaking will .. "oh, sorry i didn't mean to-" .. you cut him off "no it's good, you're good" but before you could turn around to unpack the cloud of tension in the room, jason cleared his throat and gruffly said "fire" ruining any chance of an emotional conversation. three perfect shots to the targets, and with a satisfying nod he was gone once again

- so when dick asked you out on a real date, to a restaurant whose menu alone gave you anxiety at the thought of ordering, you realized you had to give jason the ultimatum

- but for once in his (second) life, jason was way ahead of you.

- "you said yes to dick?" jason was sitting at your desk when you entered your own room, overly dramatic but it was jason todd after all.

- "do i have a reason to say no?"

- "you hate fancy restaurants. you need like a week to plan what you'll order otherwise you'll just be stressed the whole time"

- you rolled your eyes, but jason wasn't finished: "and you hate movies, sitting in one place watching a film you probably haven't heard of, pretending to enjoy the nuance"

- he wasn't wrong. "whatever jace, that doesn't-" .. "i can tell you what's gonna happen. he'll order a wine too sweet for your taste, and talk to the waiter enough to make you want to crawl under the table. then after a perfectly lovely dinner he'll take you to a rooftop to 'show you the sights' and you'll have your first kiss. but you hate the city skyline, it reminds you you're far from home. you like the sound of the ocean and the rusting of the forest. you like something real."

- your heart was in your throat. but you needed something more: "say it jason. don't tell me the future with dick. fucking say it."

- jason stood up, closing the distance between you, eyes now desperate and wild: "say what? that i've loved you since the minute i lost you? that i feel like ive known you forever? that i don't need to learn to love you like he does, i was built for it? that i feel like i was made for you? how do i put it in a few useless words"

- "you just did jay." you whispered, letting him lock his lips in yours with a smile.

- "please go break richard's fucking heart and come home to me." he grumbled, to which you agreed, letting dick down softly and promising to set him up with one of your friends in return for his kindness- a deal which he wouldn't let you forget

- years later, it was more of a household joke, dick claiming he was the catalyst to your and jason's lovestory. to which jason wholly despised, but you never minded giving dick a little credit

[rubydubydoo122]

Guys… isn’t Willis Todd… alive in canon? If so, I would like to see him beefing with Bruce Wayne.

Like, the Red Hood works with Wingman(Willis Todd) sometimes, right? He’s a bodyguard for the Iceberg Lounge.

Cut to Bruce doing multiple background checks on this ‘Wingman’ because we know that Bruce can not leave a secret identity be, and— Wait, Jason’s Father is alive

So Bruce starts to frequent the Iceburg Lounge to interrogate— I mean, get to know Willis. Because Bruce has always kept his thoughts about Willis to himself, but has always thought poorly of him because he left Jason to fend for himself on the streets.

Meanwhile Willis HATES Bruce Wayne, because Not only is he a Billionaire, which is probably bad enough, but also, he got his son killed when he should’ve just given him the opportunity to grow up.

All the while, Jason is blissfully unaware of this, because Wingman’s a chill dude, and go take you and your money elsewhere old man, why are you such a paranoid helicopter.

Jason: Dad?

Bruce: Yes?

Willis: Yes?

Jason: …I meant Alfred… weirdos

[jasonsthunderthighs]

“THAT'S WHAT YOU GET, ‘DAD’!” Is what I'd imagine what he was thinkin.

STOP TAGGIN THIS AS BRUCE WAYNE, THIS IS WILLIS TODD IN THIS PANEL, NOT BATMAN OR BRUCE AT ALL. READ THE DAMN TAGS.

Red Hood Outlaws Vol 2 (2019)

[yesiknowimshort]

everyday i think about how i’m in the same fandoms as my father, and every day i am reminded that i wanna fuck the characters he introduced me to

[undertheredhood]

jason accidentally trauma-dumps to this masked vigilante who he’s somehow immediately comfortable trusting while willis todd who is not dead and is very much still alive (but still hasn’t told his only living child yet) is internally screaming “WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY PRECIOUS BABY BOY?!?!?!?”

[sarcasticbambi]

Enchanted Chapter I

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“Why did I agree to come again?”

Was the thought running through the heads of two people, neither knowing how the night would end for them.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you in one of these events, miss…”

“MDC, Monsieur. You can refer to me as MDC”

“Right… MDC you say…”

“...”

“So, what brings you to the Wayne Gala this year? Oh,I hope you understand the curiosity, it is the first time you’re participating in the event after all.”

Just because you make it sound polite, it doesn’t mean you’re actually being polite you-

To say Marinette was done with the fake and pretentious high-class pigs was the understatement of the century. 

Just because you have enough money to be invited here doesn’t mean you’re all that. It just means that M. Wayne will have more money to donate to the associations that will actually use it for something productive.

But then again, she too was invited so it’s not like she can say much. However, she never covered her words with honey to insult someone.

“I’m here as M. Stone’s plus one” “Wasn’t M. Stone’s plus one his manager Ms. Rolling?”

“No! Haven’t you heard? This year he invited his  designer!” 

Here comes the gossip…

“You mean the very exclusive designer known for working with Clara Nightingale and being the only one capable of keeping up with his extravagant personality?”

“I hear they keep themselves anonymous and so never go to galas and such even though many high-profile personalities invite them everytime.”

“THAT designer?”

The way they all turned to look at her could only be described as a predator ready to launch on their prey.

The compliments were very appreciated, even if her confidence sometimes made her think otherwise. Honestly, if it were in any other situation she’d probably be a blushing and sputtering mess, but considering that it came from these old people with nothing to do but flaunt their money all day, well, lets just say that she felt no remorse in putting the mask of professionalism that often came with dealing with annoying press *cough*Alya*cough* as Ladybug. She just wasn’t sure if the red and gold mask was enough to cover the glare she was sure was on her face. It sure wasn’t enough to cover the deadly annoyed aura she emitted.

“Yes, I-”

“M! There you are! Dad and Penny are looking for you!”

“Oh, Luka! I’ll be right with you! I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen, it seems I’m needed somewhere else. Wouldn’t want to leave M. Stone waiting now would we?”

If Marinette saw the pale faces of the people remembering a certain disaster pertaining to the impatience of one Jagged Stone, neither her nor Luka mentioned anything. And so, the pair of best friends left the group of pretentious old people to their gossip and judging words covered with honey so thick it might as well give you cavities. “Is Uncle Jagged really calling for me?”

“No, but I had to intervene, you looked ready to murder those people with your glare alone!” Luka said with a chuckle. “Ugh! Stop laughing, it’s not funny! Why did I even agree to come again! This is exactly why I’ve rejected all of the invitations!!”

“Well, you know how dad can be…” another chuckle

“Don’t I?! He threatened to destroy one of the suits I made him! And not just any suit, but the one specifically  made to open the stage on his upcoming tour!”

“It can’t be that bad, I mean, you made them almost 100% Jagged proof so no accidents could happen right? Even if he tried I’m pretty sure it’d be very difficult to damage them beyond repair”

“Oh no, you don't understand. He threatened to have Fang “play” with the suit! I may have made them Jagged proof, but they’re hardly CROCODILE PROOF!!”

“... You don’t really believe he’d go that far,do you?”

“Oh dear Luka, I don’t need to believe, I know so. And you want to know how I know that? Because he actually had the audacity of sending a picture of the suit dangling in front of Fang and the little menace looking at it like the most delicious snack ever!!!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

The silence that fell upon them was the comfortable kind, the one that wraps you like a warm blanket on a cold evening. Even though their relationship didn’t work, they didn’t let that get in the way of a very understanding friendship. Both parties know how to appreciate and lift each other up when needed, especially with the weight of the responsibilities held in their shoulders.

“I think I'm going to stay on the side for a bit. I'm pretty sure if I have to continue another one of these fake conversations, I'm going to say or do something I'll regret and maybe get Uncle Jagged in trouble.”

“It’s ok, after a couple months of following dad to these things I know how bad they can be. And by the way, you - more than anyone else really - should know that my dad doesn’t need you being honest with these people to get him in trouble. He gets himself in trouble all the time! Honestly, I can't say with 100% certainty that trouble isn’t somehow his middle name.” The snort that followed this comment was somehow covered well enough to look elegant, how he did it? She’s still trying to figure it out.

“Yeah, I’m well aware” a soft smile appears on Marinette’s face, memories of various chaotic fittings coming to mind when thinking of her honorary uncle. Sometimes she wonders how Jagged and Anarka managed to give birth to the most quiet (and shy, in Juleka’s case) kids she knows, considering their personalities! Kagami is the only exception to the rule since her quietness and composure comes from years of training and discipline.

“I have to go find dad, you know he needs someone to keep him in check and Penny is trying to get a night to herself. Are you sure you’ll be ok?”

“Yes, I'll be fine. Go find him and help Penny keep the few years that Jagged has yet to make her lose to stress” Marinette said with a giggle.

“Ok, but be safe. If you need anything just call and I’ll be right here.”

“I didn’t know I brought my mum with me.” She said with a roll of her eyes “Don’t worry, I’ll just stay on the side of the room, I’ll even text you if I decide to go and check if the gardens are as amazing as they claim.”

“Ok. I’ll see you in a bit then, you know dad wants to introduce you to his friend.”

“Oui, oui, now leave so I can people watch and judge if these macarons are good enough.”

After one last reluctant look at the petite girl he now considers a sister, Luka left to find his dad.

Marinette walks to the table holding the array of snacks and picks up a pink macaron, turning it side to side judging its appearance first and then taking a small bite. It’s not as good as the ones she bakes with her parents back home, but considering all she has eaten in the US in the past week, suffice to say that it was up to her standards. She would not mind having a second one.

Resting her back against the marble pillar at the corner of the room, she settles with people watching for the time being. Wandering bluebell eyes land on the group of kids on the other side of the room where they were playing with each other, before spotting the tall ginger gentleman in a crouch speaking with a little girl. At first she was suspicious, but judging by the little she can see of the interaction - the little girl giggling at something the man said - she relaxes a bit more, guessing it’s someone she knows or is acquainted with.

After people watching for a couple moments more, she gets bored and decides to indeed check the famous Martha Wayne Gardens, perhaps she’ll even get a strike of inspiration, who knows. Sending a message to Luka so he doesn’t worry,  she moves along to the exit, unaware of the little green eyes following her form.

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Roy Harper was definitely not listening to Jason Todd ever again. No matter what.

“It’ll be fun!” he said.

“I’ll be there with you the whole time!” he said.

“Lian will have fun!” he said-

Ok, that last one is true. She is enjoying herself and playing with kids her age outside of school. But still, WHY DID I AGREE TO COME TO ONE OF THESE THINGS? The suits are uncomfortable, the people are annoying, Jason is off somewhere (probably at the bar avoiding the dangling pieces of meat that can’t seem to understand the word ‘no’) the list goes on and on!

Turning around, Roy leaves to go check on the kids. He knows he doesn’t need to worry, the Waynes would obviously only get the best of the best, security included, so he knows his daughter is in good hands. But he still prefers it when he has eyes on his little girl, no need for unnecessary troubles…

And Jason can make fun of how she has him wrapped around her pinky all he wants, later.

Not like you can say much right, Uncle Jay Jay?

Going up to the little kids group, Lian spots him immediately and runs up to him, mischief clear in the same green eyes he sees everyday in the mirror.

“Hey baby. Everything good?”

“Of course daddy, I’m a big girl now! You don't need to go around worrying about me!” she exclaimed, puffing her little chest up and making herself seem taller to get her point across.

“I know princess. I’m sorry for doubting your capability of not getting yourself in trouble or not creating chaos”

“*le gasp* Daddy!” The grin that appeared on his face betrayed the look in his eyes. He would do anything to protect his little girl, mischievous or not. He’d do anything for her, hunt the whole world down for whatever she asked and from whoever had it, if only to be able to keep that smile on her little face everyday.

“I don’t get in trouble! Trouble is the one to always find me! What do you want me to do, ignore it? You yourself said that it was rude to ignore people..”

Oh Lord. She knew exactly what she was doing, and there was absolutely nothing he could do, so with a resigned sigh he looked up at his daughter again and cleans the little bit of cream from the pastry she was eating earlier.

“Was the cream puff so good that even your cheeks wanted a bite?”

“Yes! You should try some yourself!” The little giggle she released hid the glance she threw at the masked lady on the other side of the room.

“Let's go then.”

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Glancing around, the gardens were indeed quite beautiful. It’s a pity that Martha Wayne passed away, because even though it’s been years since the accident and someone else is in charge of it, it’s very obvious that the foundation of the garden is still the same as it was some twenty years ago.

With the care she is sure the gardens receive everyday, she can see why they’re called the best gardens in Gotham after the Gotham Botanical Gardens. But that is only because it’s Ivy who’s taking care of them - it doesn’t matter how good you may be at caring for plants, no one can beat Poison Ivy’s ability of bringing them to the best of their potential. 

It’s not long after moving around the gardens that Marinette hears her name being shouted from the entrance of it. 

guess it’s time to go back to that insanity. It was good while it lasted

Getting up from the bench she found around one of the several fountains, she fixed her dress and moved back inside.

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Seeing Lian try and “sneak” another cream puff from him, Roy decides that that’s enough. 

“Come on little troublemaker, enough cream puffs. Your daddy won’t be able to endure another sugar high session.”

Ladies and gentlemen and non-binary people, this single statement brings forth the most challenging battle Roy has ever fought - and if you know about his… nightly past time, you know that he’s had several and very complicated battles, some even had him on the brink of death!

I introduce you, ‘The Pout’, by Lian Harper!

Obviously, Roy can never say no to his precious little girl. Who would be able to after seeing ‘The Pout’. At this point, not even Jason can say he’s managed to achieve such a feat!

“Princess, baby, light of my life, don’t do this to me. Please!”

“But daddy, just one more!” ‘The Pout’ intensifies…

“You said that last time too…”

“I promise! I’ll even get away from the table! We can go outside to the gardens!” 

If Roy wasn’t so desperate to get his daughter away from the pastry and snacks table, he would have been able to identify the glint that appeared in his daughter’s eyes whenever she was up to no good. But alas, he was too busy.

“Ok honey, one last one and that’s that! You promised!”

“Yes, yes. Now let’s go into the gardens! I saw a fairy move there and I DEFINITELY need to meet her!”

“… a fairy?” The look of confusion on his face spoke volumes.

“YES! She was wearing a gold and red dress! And her hair was so pretty too! It shone in the light! I’m pretty sure only fairies’ hair shines like that!”

Thinking it was another one of Lian’s fairytail settings where he’s required to play along and help her uncover mysteries or save someone (*cough*princess Lian*cough*), Roy just sets her down, holds her hands and guides her to the closest balcony. It’s too cold outside for them to actually walk around the garden, but it’ll be fine to stay on the balcony where they can oversee them. Should be enough for whatever adventure Lian’s mind conjured this time. 

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“Daddy look! It’s the fairy!”

Looking out the balcony towards where Lian's small fingers pointed, Roy finally understood what she meant when she said she saw a fairy. 

There, standing in front of the fountain with a glass of what he can only assume to be the expensive champagne being handed around the party, stood the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes upon. Luscious strands of midnight hair fell down her back only to stop at the small curvature of her back. The strands were so dark it shone blue in the light of the full moon that for once was visible in the dark, gloomy and foggy sky of good old Gotham.

Her red dress fell down to the crisp grass he was sure Alfred kept at the exact same even height every single time. Whoever made the dress, knew for sure what they were doing, because it seemed to float even though he saw it drag through the grass  when she moved. Although there wasn't much he could make out from the distance he was observing her, he could still see the shine of the gold lining and details in the dress with the small movements she made. 

And wasn't that a blessing. Because when she moved, he was able to see a bit more of her features; the pale skin that seemed to glisten in the moonlight, and the blue orbs that shone as bright as the bluest of sapphires to have ever been found, looked in his direction, and he was sure that time stopped right then and there. 

Like some kind of spell, he was entranced by the beauty that stood feet away from him surrounded by the most beautiful of greenery, making her fit for the word his daughter had used to describe her: a fairy. A Garden Fairy. He should tell Alfred that he did such a good job at keeping the garden in shape, that it was blessed by the presence of the most ethereal of fairies.

After a couple seconds of eye contact, her attention was given to something else - probably someone calling her, from the way she seemed to react. And so, after another glance his way, the Garden Fairy (as he’s decided to call her until he finds out her name) turns fully towards the building and starts walking inside, finally vanishing under the big balcony he was standing in.

“Awww, she left Daddy!” his daughter spoke for the first time since getting into the balcony with him. Or he’s assuming it was the first time, since he was completely  entranced by the Garden Fairy and would probably not have heard any comment from his daughter. Which, by her mischievous smirk, was a very accurate assumption.

“She was very pretty wasn’t she? I told you she was! Did you see her hair? I told you it was amazing! I also want hair like hers!!”

“Yes, yes she was. And you were very right, she does have pretty hair. Maybe we should get back inside to get away from the cold and maybe find this Garden Fairy of yours to get some hair tips?”

“That’s a great idea! Let’s go!”

Picking up the 6 years old, Roy turns around to head into the salon, when his daughter gets his attention again. And the look in her eyes? It spelled trouble.

“But Daddy, I never called her Garden Fairy!”

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[acanfullofspiders]

jasico but it's Jason Todd x Nico

[hauntingblue]

You know what would be good. If jason started arguing with bruce about how henchmen end up dying because they have to keep themselves in danger to earn money and brings up his father as an example. And bruce looks weirded out and jason prods him and he ends up confessing he is not dead and is in fact in batman inc (where he is dead AGAIN). But alas they don't mix up comics like that

[poke-me-with-a-stick]

Chapter 10 of ‘Artificial Wingman’

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In the end, he didn't get to check out the apartment. After the robbery, which was not close to his current location, thank you very much- He stumbled across several separate break-in attempts, along with a handful of muggings and a small-time drug dealer who just happened to make the mistake of propositioning one of the Alley's kids. 

When he finally stumbled into his apartment, the sun was painting the smog-covered sky with orange and pink hues. Any thoughts about the apartment were lost in his exhausted haze as he stumbled through his bedroom door, taking his helmet and mask off before flopping onto the squeaky mattress. He didn't bother with the rest of his vigilante gear, fading out of consciousness painting the smog-filled horizon with purple and orange hues. Kicking off his boots, Jason pulled his helmet and domino mask off before collapsing onto his squeaky mattress. Any and all thoughts of checking the safehouse fled his mind, his brain muddled by exhaustion. The man was out before his head hit the pillow. The only thing that managed to push to the forefront of�� his mind before he drifted off, was the hopeful thought of sleeping until dusk. 

Sadly, he didn’t get that. Barely three hours later, Jason found himself awoken by the familiar sound of his phone ringing. Grumbling, he threw his arm out towards the sound, feeling around blindly for the device. Several things crashed to the ground from his nightstand, an empty plastic cup, a vanilla and lavender scented candle that was gifted to him by one of the alley kids, and a book he had been reading during his down time, all hitting the floor with various thuds. Finally his fingers grazed the simplistic black case of his phone.

Fumbling around with it, Jason tried to hang up on whoever wanted to interrupt his much needed sleep. He bit back a groan when instead, he picked the call up. Faintly, his brother’s voice filtered through the speakers. “Hold up a sec,” he rasped. Squinting at the bright screen, he clicked the speaker icon. Letting the phone drop back onto his chest, he sighed. “Alright, what is it?” 

“Hey, Jaybird! How’ve you been?” Dick asked, his voice much too cheery for Jason’s current mood. 

“Cut to the chase, Dick. What do you want?” He growled out, not really up for all the ‘sibling pleasantries’ crap. He really, really just wanted to go back to sleep. 

Jason could practically hear the pout in the man’s voice as he spoke. “Aww, what? I can’t just call my baby bro?” Even with how tired he was, Jason could hear the forced cheer in his brother’s tone. He stayed quiet, waiting. And- “Alright, fine. I did have a reason.” -there it was. As much as Dick liked to boast about the power of the eldest sibling, even he wasn’t immune to the uncomfortable silence. 

“Spill.” He grumbled. Maybe if he made this call quick enough, he could hang up and get a few more hours in. 

“Well, you know how Damian went AWOL a few days ago, right?” Worry crept into the man’s voice.

“...Yeah.” How could he not know? It was broadcast across all the comms by Oracle, not to mention the way the group chat blew up with any and all possible sightings of the teen, not that most of them panned out. The family was so tightly strung that even the sight of black hair or green eyes was enough to set them off. Jason thanked whatever entities that resided out there that the others were at least thorough enough to make sure it was the right kid they were following before trying to grab him. 

“Well, we’ve been running into a few, er, dead ends over here, and I was kind of hoping to get your help. You have eyes and ears in places cameras can’t reach.” Which was Dick’s way of saying Oracle had nothing. Which, while concerning, wasn’t really all that unexpected considering the demon brat’s background.

“What about Replacement, or Cass, or Steph? Surely they would have an easier time tracking the brat down, yeah?” All of them were extremely capable, as well as charismatic. Well, Tim and Steph were, at least. Cass was better suited for tracking people down quickly. Honestly, it was a bit surprising that they hadn’t found him yet. 

“Well, Tim is out for a bit, sadly. And Cass is acting… weird. Steph is checking around places Damian usually visits, but so far no dice.” 

“What do you mean?” Jason asked.

“Huh? Oh, Tim worked himself a bit too hard and is currently passed out in his room. Alfred said to let him sleep, so he’s off the roster until he joins us again.” Dick rambled. Jason could imagine the hand motions going on right about now.

“What did you mean about Cass? And what about Bruce? Isn’t he looking for the kid?” With every word, hope that he would get any more sleep slowly died. 

“Well, Bruce has been looking, but he had to attend a set of super important board meetings at WE. He tried his best to postpone them, but they were pretty insistent about it.” Dick told him, a bit of genuine humor leaking through. 

“And Cass?”

“Ah, Cass. That one’s a bit harder.” Rustling from the other end, telling Jason that Dick was more than likely running his hand through his hair. “Well, for starters, she doesn’t seem all that worried. I mean, she’s plenty worried about Dami, but it’s less like an ‘Oh God He’s Missing!’ kind of way and more like a ‘I hope he’s eating alright’ kind of worried. And she’s been disappearing quite a bit. Not answering her phone until she gets back.” 

“And you didn’t find that suspicious at all?” Damn, were all of his siblings morons?

Dick laughed. “I’m not dumb, Jay. Of course I found it suspicious. But when I asked Alfred if he knew anything, all he told me was that she knew what she was doing, and that we should probably leave it alone and focus on the task at hand.” Yeah, that sounded like Alfred alright. But if Alfred knew what Cass was up to, then it probably wasn’t anything too bad. 

For now, Jason dismissed it. “Look, Dick. I’ll tell you what I told you when O gave me the news the first time. I’ll keep an eye out, but the kid can take care of himself. If he was really in danger, he would at least tell us, yeah?” Jason ignored the part of him that worried that the teen was a bit too much like him. Stubborn, and way too cocky. Thinking he could do things on his own without help. When Dick didn’t respond, Jason sighed heavily. “I’ll look around later tonight, if it’s not too busy. Alright?”

The grin Dick must have had was practically audible. “Yeah, alright. Thank you, Jason. Just, if you do find anything, call me. Okay?”

“Dick, you’re the first one I’ll call if I find the demon brat.” With that, he hung up. Letting the phone fall from his hand and onto the bedspread, Jason groaned. Flinging one arm across his face, Jason sighed. As much as his body begged for sleep, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to doze off again. Instead, he pushed himself up, slipping off the bed and stumbled over to the closet. Donning a pair of jeans and a plain gray T-shirt, he then headed to the kitchen. If he was gonna be up, food was a must.

Unfortunately, Jason found his kitchen in desperate need of a restock. His cabinets were bare aside from a box of out-of-date crackers, and his refrigerator didn’t have anything much either. Standing up from where he was crouched, digging through yet another empty cabinet, he sighed. Looks like the only way to go is fast food. And, much to Jason’s annoyance, the closest fast food joint just so happened to be the Batburger about two blocks away.

He was tempted just to ignore his hunger and grab some groceries for a proper meal, but the last time he had eaten was yesterday morning. And his stomach was having none of it. A loud gurgle from his abdomen made his decision for him. Slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing his wallet, Jason began the trek. His bike would have been better, but he wasn’t gonna risk losing it just for some greasy burgers. Besides, a little cardio never killed anyone. 

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Jazz had been wandering around this perpetually gloomy city for the better part of two days, and she was beginning to think that this was all just a wild goose chase. She couldn’t track Danny like any other decently strong spirit would be able to, not ghostly enough to see or feel the ambient ectoplasm the teen let off naturally. But she was somewhat ghostly. One of the perks of being a strongly contaminated liminal, she was able to find areas coated in larger doses of ectoplasm. While it didn’t work that well in Amity, a city submerged in the stuff, it worked pretty well in places that didn’t give off a whole bunch. Places like this city. 

She sighed as she passed another spot, the shimmering light blue mist sending a shiver down her spine as she passed. It wasn’t the strongest one she had come across, not by a longshot, but it was fresher than most of the one’s she had been finding. She felt like she had been all over the city at this point, having found the park where Danny had most likely tried his ‘experiment’ if the broken bird fountain was anything to go by. A mall that had had two spots, one in an occult shop that smelled way too strongly of incense along with one that coated the entirety of the plaza’s water fountain. An ice rink, which was a somewhat pleasant surprise. It warmed her that her brother still enjoyed the activity she had first introduced him to. 

A grocery store, a movie theater, a flower shop, tons of random alleyways and sidewalks had been doused in her baby brother’s presence. There was even a rooftop that curled with the wintery mist. Not that she had climbed up there, not after spotting the brightly dressed cosplayers parkouring from roof to roof. She didn’t know enough about this dimension, and if there was a chance that they weren’t just fun dressing adrenaline junkies,  she didn’t want to be on their radar. 

Jazz looked up as she neared another spot, this one a bit different than the others. Sitting in front of her was a plain brick building, the front window along with the glaring neon sign above declaring it ‘The Batburger!’ Some sort of restaurant, judging by the strong smell of burgers and fries that wafted under the plexiglass door. Her stomach gave a singular growl at the aroma. 

Turning away, she focused on another point in the distance, this one a bit fresher, and started towards it quickly. Loitering around would only make her more hungry, and the quickest way to solve that was to find her brother and get home. Where she knew that the money in her wallet would work. In her haste, Jazz didn’t notice the man until she ran into him, tumbling backwards. She would have landed hard on her rump if not for the two strong, burly arms that wrapped around  her.

With a startled gasp, she looked up. Two beautiful green-tinged blue eyes met her teal ones, the same shocked look reflected back at her. A lock of white hair slipped down his forehead, drawing her attention further upwards. Raven black, a shade lighter than her brother’s true black, sat messy along his head. That singular lock had strayed from a rather soft-looking tuft of white that stood out proudly against the darker strands that surrounded it. 

Tingles ran down her arms from where he touched her, almost like a ghost’s signature, but much weaker. ‘Liminal,’ she thought, letting her gaze drop back down to meet his. A small, friendly smile spread across her face, finally registering the position they were in. Her, bent over backwards, legs locked underneath her in case her support failed suddenly. And him, towering over her, both arms tucked snuggly around her waist, almost like they had done a drop during a tango. It was a bit of an awkward position, especially to keep holding like this. The backs of her knees were beginning to ache from the strain of staying like this. 

“Umm, are you planning on letting me up anytime soon?” She asked, her smile widening slightly at the blush that spread across the man’s face. Cleaning his throat, he straightened both of them up quickly, holding her until she regained her balance. When he was sure she was steady, he smoothed out her clothes and took a step back. 

Both of them were silent for a moment, before Jazz decided to break it. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“I’m so sorry.”

Both of them paused, looking at each other as they registered their overlapped words. Opening her mouth, Jazz stuttered in her apology, before motioning towards him. “You first.” She giggled when she saw him make the same gesture, only to halt when she spoke. He froze for a minute, before nodding.

“I’m sorry, I should have watched where I was going.” She laughed slightly and waved him off. 

“Yeah, I should have watched where I was going too. I’m sorry.” Jazz smiled at him once more, nodding to him, before turning around. 

She didn’t get very far down the sidewalk before  he called out. “Hey, wait!” Turning, she watched him jog over to her. “I really am sorry for almost knocking you over. So, uh. Maybe I could buy you a burger as an apology?” He gestured towards the restaurant behind them.  

Jazz almost said no, almost told him it really wasn’t necessary. But her stomach took that moment to betray her. A loud growl interrupted any answer she might have given him. He smirked at her as a dark red blush spread across her face. Ducking her head slightly, all she could really do was nod. He said nothing as he led her into the establishment, something she appreciated greatly. 

As soon as the door opened, she was flooded with the wintery chill of her brother’s presence. A cold that would have made most people shiver and tense, but instead she found herself relaxing into the familiar feeling. Strangely enough, it seemed the man in front of her had the exact opposite reaction, the muscles in his back tensing dramatically until they reached the strongest point, ‘where Danny must have been sitting,’. As they passed the booth, the man’s tense muscles seemed to give all at once, causing the man to stumble. Jazz leapt forward, catching the man while silently cursing to herself under the brunt of the man’s weight. Thankfully, he recovered quickly, murmuring another apology to her as they walked past the booth and over to the counter. ‘He’s a stronger liminal than I thought,’ she kept a close eye on him as they came to a stop.

As they waited in line, the man turned to her. “I’m sorry about that. I don’t really know what happened.” It took her a moment to realize what he was talking about. 

“Oh! It’s no problem, really!” She rushed to assure him. “Besides, it’s not like you could help it, right? That dizzy spell must have come out of nowhere.” Did he not know that he was a liminal? It was a possibility, she supposed. She wouldn’t have known about her own liminality if it hadn’t been for Danny’s doctor friend Frostbite. She shook her head, glancing around to keep from staring at the man. 

Behind the counter, a bored teen in a cowl glanced at them before letting his eyes drift around again. “Welcome to the Batburger, home of the bat burger, what can I get you on this bat-tacular day?” His tone made it clear how much he wanted to be anywhere else but here. 

The man  turned to her. “Well? What do you want to eat?” 

She frowned a bit at that, looking up at the illuminated menu above the costumed teen’s head. None of the options made much sense to her, all seemingly named after something… maybe a character? Sighing, she gave up, instead turning back to the man  beside her. “I’ve never eaten here before. Any recommendations?”

“Hmm,” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully before nodding to himself. “Alright.” Turning to the teen, he ordered. “Two batmeals, both large, with soda for drink.” 

The teen typed the order before looking back up. “Would you like either of those jokerized?” He asked. 

The man’s lip twitched at the question, but all he did was shake his head. “No. No Jokerized fries, thanks.” Jazz couldn’t sense emotion like Danny could, but even she could practically feel his irritation. No, she could actually feel it. A surge of energy, much like the ones Danny gave off in tense situations, filled the air. It sent an almost slimy sensation down her back, raising the hair on her arms with the almost toxic aura it had. She couldn’t help but frown at the man’s broad, leather covered back in concern. 

“That’ll be ten seventy two, and your order will be out in a bit.” He reached for something out of view, lifting up two large disposable cups with a bat symbol printed on the side. “Here are your drink cups, refills are free.” Business concluded, the teen grabbed his phone from the pocket of his black apron, leaning against the counter as he scrolled aimlessly. 

The man headed towards the drink fountain, Jazz following him as he pointed out all of the themed drinks and explained what they really were. She settled on a cola, or as it was called here, the ‘Batgirl Fizz’. At least at Nasty Burger, they called things by what they were. Well, when it came to the drinks, anyways. As the man poured his, Jazz decided to find a seat. The restaurant itself was pretty empty, a couple near the door and a tween swinging their legs as they perched on one of the stools near the counter while their guardian paid for their meal. Even with all the available seating, Jazz still found herself drawn to the booth that had the strongest layering of Danny’s presence. 

The man found her a few seconds later, grimacing slightly as he sat down across from her, but relaxing into the cheap red upholstery after a moment. The two of them sat quietly, His fingers drumming on the faux wood tabletop as Jazz tapped her foot on the slightly sticky tiled flooring. 

Eventually, she broke the silence. “I’m Jasmine.” She told him suddenly, holding her hand out to him. He glanced up at her, surprised, but took her offered hand anyways. 

“A very pretty name.” He complimented her. “I’m Jason.” His handshake was firm, the calluses on his fingers brushing against the ones that decorated her’s, sending shivers down her spine for a completely different reason than earlier.

“Call me Jazz.” She could feel the blush lightly dusting her cheeks. ‘God, I hope he doesn’t own a motorcycle. Danny will never let me live it down.’ She opened her mouth to say something else, whether it be something she would later regret saying she will never know, because the teen at the counter took that moment to call out their order number.

Jason quickly dropped her hand and stood up, his own face flushing slightly as he muttered something about grabbing their food and being right back. She took the time he was gone to compose herself. ‘Your here to look for Danny. Not to get flustered over hot men.’ she told herself firmly. ‘Even if they are built like a tank with actual muscles.’ 

By the time Jason made it back, Jazz had gotten over her slight meltdown, her exterior cool and collected. She had on her ‘Nice Face’, as Danny called it, a small smile that reached her eyes, but didn’t crinkle the corners of her eyes.

Jason sat their food down carefully before sliding back into his seat and dividing it between them. Once properly divided, he ripped the wrapper off of his burger and took a large bite, chewing slowly as his stomach audibly growled. Jazz’s stomach responded in kind, prompting her to follow his lead. Tearing the thin foil wrapper, she took a much smaller bite than he did, her eyes opening wide for a moment as she tasted the burger. ‘A bit better than the Nasty Burger.’ she thought after her second bite. Reaching over, she nibbled on one of the fries that came with her burger. ‘The fries could use work.’ she decided, wincing at the sogginess of it before swiping it through a small dipping cup of ketchup. Taking another bite, she nodded at the slightly altered taste. All in all, not bad for her first meal from another universe.

Jazz was half way through her burger when the silence was broken again. “Soo,” Jason Drawled out. She glanced up at him, her chewing slowing down as she waited for him to continue. “What are you doing here in Gotham?”

She swallowed her bite of burger, taking a sip from her cola before responding. “Well, to be completely honest, my baby brother is missing.” She told him. His face was blank for a moment, before concern and a bit of anger replaced it. 

“He’s missing? Was he kidnapped? How do you know he’s here?” The anger, no more like a fierce protective rage, was nonexistent on his face now, but it was practically tangible in the air between them. 

“He is missing, but he wasn’t kidnapped.” She rushed to assure him. “He came here of his own volition, but he hasn’t checked up with me in a few days. I got worried, so I decided to come after him.” Jason’s face had a doubtful look about it, but he didn’t say anything, instead nodding as he polished off his burger and started in on his fry. She didn’t miss the way his face scrunched slightly when he tasted the grease himself, dipping it in his own serving cup of ketchup before the next bite.

“What does he look like?” Jason asked her after a moment. 

“Well, he’s about five three, with messy black hair and icy blue eyes. His teeth are kind of sharp, like fangs I suppose, though he’d never bite anyone, not without a reason anyways.” Her worry for her missing sibling slipped in that moment, causing her to ramble. “His eyes also kind of glow sometimes, and he has these really pale freckles on his face that kind of look like constellations. He also has a light scar that runs up his neck and partially onto his face, from an accident he was in a few years back.” She took a breath to continue, but Jason held up his hand to stop her. 

“Alright, I think I’ve got it.” He took a sip of his drink. “Do you need any help looking for him?”

“Oh, no! I couldn’t ask you to do that.” Jazz responded immediately. “We just met, I really wouldn’t want to waste your time like that.” He frowned at her as she spoke. “Besides, I’m confident that I’ll be able to find him eventually.” He didn’t seem to take comfort in her words, but kept his mouth shut, focusing instead on the rest of his fries.

They sat in silence after that, both of them finishing their food quickly. The entire time, Jason had a look that seemed to be a mixture of worry and deep thought.

Piling their trash on the tray their food came on, Jason was quick to throw it away himself before meeting her by the front door. He patted her shoulder as they walked out, pausing on the sidewalk to shake hands again, slipping a piece of paper into her palm. “My number.” He told her when she gave him a curious look. “If you need anything else, you can call me, alright?” She didn’t get the chance to object before he was walking away, disappearing around the corner before she could really gather her bearings. Her chest squeezed lightly as the man left her line of sight, an almost sad feeling overcoming her. Shaking her head, she turned back to her original task.

Huffing out a noise that was half sigh, half laugh, she turned to face the opposite direction. There, in the distance, was that feeling of another ‘hot spot.’ It was fainter than it was earlier, meaning that it was probably from at least a day or two ago, but it was something. Sighing again, she started off in that direction. Completely unaware of the eyes that still watched her from around the corner. Or the tracker that had been oh-so-casually slipped into her pocket.

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Jason watched from around the corner as the Goddess woman strides off in the direction of middle/upper Gotham, a destination clearly in mind despite her obvious lack of knowledge of the city she was traversing. When she blended into the crowd, ‘How?! She was six feet tall with flaming red hair, how did she disappear that quickly?’, he turned to the tracker on his phone, a little red dot showing him exactly where she was. According to the tracker he had slipped into her pocket, she was headed towards what was well known as a teenage hangout spot, something on par with what a normal person would search when looking for a missing younger sibling. 

Not that Jason thought that she had lied to him. No, it was just good to have proof in her actions as well as her words.

… Damn he was becoming as paranoid as Bruce, wasn’t he?

Shaking his head, Jason returned to his home screen. There were more important things he could focus on. Like how there was apparently another missing teen in Gotham, this one also with black hair and blue eyes. Granted, Demon brat’s eyes were green, not blue, but his point still stands. 

As far as he knew, B hadn’t picked up any new strays. Though, it would explain Damian’s sudden disappearance if that was the case. None of them really knew how the teen would react, should Bruce’s adoption tendencies strike again, but He’s pretty sure that it was Tim who had money on storming out. 

Then again, if that WAS the case, then why was everyone so worried about the brat? Things just weren’t really adding up right in Jason’s mind. Both cases were connected somehow, his gut told him so. And if there’s one thing he had learned in all his years of being a vigilante/crime lord/ anti-hero, it was to trust his gut.

Tucking his phone back into his pocket, Jason decided to head home for now. A rudimentary plan was beginning to form in his head, most of the details spotty due to his lack of vital information, but a plan nonetheless. But he needed something from home to enact it. After all, Jason Peter Todd-Wayne the civilian might not be able to help in the case of (possibly) two missing teens, but Vigilante and Anti-Hero of Crime Alley, The Red Hood, would be more than capable of tracking them down, and kicking the asses of whoever kept them gone for so long.

And if there was the possibility of getting to spend a bit more time with a beautiful, kickass redhead, well, no one could really say anything about it to him right? It was just an added bonus of the mission.

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(I know that there are probably some misspellings and grammar mistakes, but its okay because I tried my best.)

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[azuree1733]

WHY AM I JUST FINDING OUT MA GUNN IS JASONS GRANDMOTHER??

[comicsiswild]

Batman Incorporated (2012) #6

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I need more Jason and Teddy in my life. Just give me some fluff.

"Jay has a girlfriend," Teddy announced as he skipped through the door.

"Is that so?" Alfred asked, looking up from where he was scooping cookies off a pan, barely hiding a smirk when Jason's face colored and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Dude, you telling her I think she has a nice ass and trying to get her to go to the zoo with us does NOT make her my girlfriend."

"Whatever," Teddy scoffed around a mouthful of cookie. "She said she'd get cocoa with us when she got back from California." And before Jason can remind him that you're a busy lady- and that you didn't leave him a phone number, he's off to go and find Damian. Or Stephanie. Or anyone more interesting to play with.

Chuckling, Alfred slid a plate with peanut butter blossoms across the counter and went to get a glass of milk, "You mean to tell me," he said, eyes twinkling, "That Theodore really tried to pick his own mother?"

"Yeah. In the middle of a very busy coffee shop while the poor girl was just trying to get some work done." Jason chewed a bite of cookie and rubbed the back of his neck, remembering the way your eyes went warm. And how seriously you took everything Teddy had said. Despite the humiliation, he'd felt at his 7-year-old trying to get him a date, it still made his heart stutter in the sweetest way.

The Butler watched, amused. "That is a new one for me," he said, "None of you ever tried to get Master Bruce a date."

"I didn't need the help," Bruce said, dropping into a chair, smirking.

Rolling his eyes, Jason stood up from the table. "I better go find Teddy before Steph does." And he pretended not to know that the men who raised him were watching him go. Feeling both fond and concerned.

"Will anything come of it do you think?" Bruce asked. He wanted Jason to be happy. To have more than little flings- someone that could love him and his son.

"It will if Theodore has anything to do with it," Alfred chortled.

[nefarious-616-necromancer]

[nightwings-robin]

I kind of low-key want to see an interaction between Red Hood and Two-Face where Jason makes a comment about how Two-Face killed his father. and Harvey flips a coin to decide whether or not to apologize

[orange-s-mario]

Gotham Rogues: Rogue’s Kids 3: Nocturna