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stressedoutcanary · 3 years

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Hold On - Jason Todd x Batgirl!Reader [PART 3]

What this includes: Violence, a combo of angst and fluff, and just to be on the safe side I’d say language.

Word count: 3.1k

A/N😋: I am so glad it’s finally finished, now it won’t be sitting in my drafts staring at me all day. Also forgive me for any mistakes, half of it is written at 3 AM

Part 1 , Part 2

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“This is it”, you breathed out, stopping your bike near a bush making sure that place was obscure enough. You placed the helmet on the handle and hopped off the bike. After taking a few steps forward and scouting the area, you clicked your comms back on.

“O care to give me the layout of what I am getting myself into, ‘cause we all know the last time didn’t go so well”

“Nightwing said you might call me for backup and now I owe him 20 uggh! Anyways onto the problem at hand, I’m picking up a few heat signatures from the basement area and the schematics of the building indicate a vent on the other side which might help you get in.”

“Is there anything else I should know?”

There was no reply on the other end and you assumed she was looking into it. To your bad luck, it was far from it. You heard an all too familiar grunt and mentally cursed yourself for forgetting that it was an open line.

“(Y/N), I thought I made myself clear”, Bruce’s modulated voice came through which low-key made you want to strangle him with your bare hands.

“Oh come on B! Didn’t Alfred teach you that listening in on other people’s conversations is bad manners”

“We are 10 minutes out you will not be going in till we get there”

‘Like Hell I won’t’

“Hello? B? Your voice is breaking up. I can’t hear you! there is some interference in the signal. Batman?”

“Don’t- ” you clicked the comms off before he could finish his sentence and breathed a sigh of relief. ”Note to self after what you just did, avoid showing your face to anyone in the fam for at least a week.”

Snooping around, you came across the vent Babs told you about and you smirked to yourself, “Bless those idiots who decided to make an excess amount of vents throughout Gotham, plus no dumbass to shoot open the lock on any door, huh I’d say it’s going pretty good for me.”

After going through a very, very dusty vent, you silently dropped down to floor behind a goon and cleared your throat to draw his attention. As soon as he turned around, his jaw was met with your right hook, making him plummet to the ground. Grabbing him by the collar you inched closer to his face, which was yet again fully covered by a white mask.

“Alright no-face, tell me where Pyg is right now”, you made use of your deep modulated voice, making the man dart his eyes towards the far right corner of the room. You knew what that meant and without wasting any more time, you knocked him out and scurried over, finding a heavy door at the end. Somehow managing to push open the door, you were faced with a circular stairwell leading down.

“Well Oracle did say she got heat signatures down in the basement.”, you sighed and started taking calculated steps, making sure to check for any traps. ‘Why keep only one person to guard your supersecret creep-house? Either Lazlo is way too overconfident or way too crazy... Probably both.’, you thought, wheels turning in your head, hoping to make sense of the situation. As you went down, you could catch a faint sound of music. ‘Is that Opera?! Well at least it fits his M.O.’

The end of the stairwell opened into a large room. You hid behind one of wooden crates as your mind swiftly accessed the grim ambience; Pyg was sharpening his knife swaying along with opera music playing in the background but Jason was nowhere to be found. Your breath hitched and your blood ran cold, it felt as if the world around you was spinning.

‘What if... what if it’s too late’ Crouching down on the ground with your back to the crate your took in several deep breaths to calm your racing heart. You couldn’t think like that, not when you’re so close. You wiped the stray tear which escaped the tightness of your cowl and had trailed down your cheek. You tried to focus instead of jumping to conclusions.

You frowned upon noticing something odd on the wall in front of you, placing your palms on it, you gave it a slight push. To your surprise it paved way for an attached corridor which clearly didn’t come up in the schematics Oracle told you about. You slipped into the corridor, making sure that nobody saw you. Your feet froze for a slight second on the sight you were met with; cages like prison cells lined up in a row with people inside of them.

“The people who went missing”, you whispered to yourself, still reeling in the shock of it all. Upon hearing a familiar groan you sprinted across the pathway to the source, eyes scanning every inch of the person you found, the person you were here to rescue. You fumbled with the lock for a while, muttering curses under your breath until it clicked open. You dashed to his side and took a batarang out to cut the binds he was in.

“Jay if you die on me again, I swear I will kill you.”

“Been there, done that princess and honestly not a fan of it”, Jason croaked out, his reply came out weaker and voice barely above a whisper. It made your heart clench in a way it hasn’t in a long, long time. You lifted your head up, you gave him a soft smile, gently brushing off the matted hair on his forehead,

“Jason I..”

‘Just tell him you love him you coward, It’s really not that hard’

“Jason I’m glad you’re okay”, you blurted out in way which was far from normal but he seemed way too tired to noticed.

‘COWARD’

“How did you get free?”, he inquired, thankfully interrupting your internal yelling.

“I didn’t? I literally just walked in here to get you out.”

“But I thought-”, Jason looked utterly confused as he rubbed his wrists to ease the pain caused by the rope.

“Well long story short. You got captured. I was saved by Harley and Ivy, had a nice chat with them, and then I might have been responsible for Batman’s high blood pressure, and then I emotionally blackmailed Nightwing into giving me your location and then here I am”

“Wha...Yeah I will just pretend I totally understand whatever the hell you just said.”, Jason sighed, he tried to stand up but his feet wobbled and if it wasn’t for you catching him on time h would’ve staggered to the ground.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Mmhmm”, he hummed lightly leaning his weight on you. “Just a little dizzy, probably from the dehydration, It could also be because of the blood loss from the stab wound I got”

“The WHAT?!”, you looked at him like he was crazy.

“Oh yeah I think I kinda forgot to tell you that the creepy dude tried to cut me open but my armor got in the way so he stabbed me instead and went away saying he had to sharpen his knife or something like that”, he started to slur and you knew you had to get him back to the cave as quickly as possible. You helped him get up on his feet, slinging one of his arms over your shoulders and wrapping one of your arms around his waist.

“Oh my God! Jay, you don’t just bring this sort of thing up in casual conversation!”, you shook your head and started taking small steps with him towards the way you came from. Suddenly a loud crash was heard followed by a couple of screams making the both of you share a nervous glance.

“What was that?”

“Only one way to find out”, you said as you walked through the door back into the large room.

It was pure chaos, more like a free-for-all. Nightwing jogged up to you.

“We did say we were 10 minutes out didn’t we?”, he gave you a bright smile and swung Jason’s free arm over his shoulder to help you support him better.

“Good, now since you are here, hold him”, you shifted Jason’s weight towards Dick.

“Hey-”

“Don’t even”, he glared daggers at his elder brother, “What are you even doing? I feel like a baby being passed around”

You ignored Jason’s whining in the background and fixed your gaze on the one person in the room who would soon face your wrath. The rest had already cleared up the goons and Pyg was the only one left. You narrowed your eyes and cracked your knuckles, making your way over to him.

By the time you reached Pyg he was already backing away from Batman and one murderous looking Robin, turning around he tried to make a run for it but was ultimately met with your fist, a sickening crack was heard and no one was quite sure whether it was from his mask, his jaw or both. Pyg was out cold and you shrugged at the duo in front of you while Dick and Jason made their way over.

“Remind me never to get on her bad side ever again.”, Jason whispered as both the boys looked completely terrified of you. You walked over to Bruce and held out your hand. He didn’t seem to catch the drift, for being the world’s greatest detective, he was quite dumb sometimes.

“The keys to the batmobile, unless you want Mr. surprise-I-got-stabbed over here to bleed out.”

After placing Jason into the passenger seat you hopped into the driving one.

“Also there are people in the back, you know, the missing ones, so good luck with the clean up I guess.”, you called out before before closing the hood of the batmobile.

You were on the road heading straight for the cave when you realized Jason wasn’t answering your questions anymore.

“Jason?”, you stole a glance at him and he was as pale as a ghost, “Shit!”, you yelled as you jammed your foot on the accelerator.

•°•°

Jason woke up to the dull beeping of multiple monitors and by the looks of the place, he concluded he was in fact in the batcave. As he regained some control over his senses, he saw you sitting on a chair beside his bed. You were sound asleep but he could see worry etched on your face even in your slumber. Looking at you, Jason wished he had the courage to say what his heart felt instead he just went ahead taking your hand in his, giving it a little squeeze. You stirred awake at that.

“Hey! You’re up!”, you stood up abruptly and hugged him tightly. To him it felt as if you were actually afraid of what might happen if you let go of him.

“I told you I don’t do dying anymore. It sucks.”

You finally pulled away from him, a smile tugging at your lips. Jason glanced at your hand, taking it in his once again, he ran his thumb over your bruised knuckles.

“I knew you had a mean right hook, guess I just forgot how mean”, Jason said smirking at you. You didn’t pull away from him as he had expected in his head instead you just scoffed at the statement.

“The next time you forget that, allow me to give you a reminder by demonstration Bird-Brain”, you called him by the name you often used back then. At first it was to annoy your very annoying best friend but then it stuck around but hadn’t used that nickname ever since he came back. You both realized that. A silence fell over the once playful conversation, his eyes found the celling and yours found your lap. After a while you cleared you throat to get his attention and he looked at you, his expressions were borderline unreadable.

“Jason I-I should go now, but don't worry I’ll get Alfred back here”, You got up and moved towards the door of the med-bay, scrunching your eyes shut you released a shaky breath.

‘It’s now or never (Y/N)’

“Jason when you get better, there is this place I have been meaning to take you to, with me of course.”

“Sure I’ll go”

“So tomorrow sounds good?”

“Tomorrow sounds good”, he repeated after you breaking into a grin. Your cheeks flushed and you had to take a sharp turn to hide the blush on your face. You mentally smacked yourself for behaving like a teen asking her crush out on a date for the first time.

•°•°

The next night Jason met you on the roof of the Wayne tower.

“Please tell me this isn’t the place you wanted to see with me”, he chuckled behind you and you turned around to give him a quick hug.

“It’s not that bad of a place, plus I can throw you off here too if you get on my nerves”, you laughed at his faux scandalised face.

“You wound me”

“In case you forgot you are already wounded, drama queen, plus its your lucky day, this is not where we will be spending our evening. Just follow me and don’t get lost on the way”, you winked and jumped off the edge, him following the suit.

When you both reached the place you had in mind, the place Jason cherished when he was Robin, the expression on his face was priceless. It was like a mixture of awe and surprise with a hint of sadness.

“How did you find out about this?”, Jason inquired after a while of reminiscing.

“Gee how indeed, ‘cause it cannot be the fact that I am detective who’s life is influenced by at least a dozen detectives and it’s most definitely not the fact that for me, you aren’t that difficult to figure out”

“Touché”

Jason chuckled at your usual playful sarcasm, his eyes were twinkling with something which felt more than just momental adoration and you couldn’t help but crack a small smile of your own. You made your way over to him, looking at the visible skyline for a brief moment, Jason watched as you sat down on the ledge with your legs dangling off, patting the space beside you gestured him to join you.

“I have a feeling we’re gonna be here for a while, so might as well sit down and get comfortable”, you shrugged as he nodded and sat down beside you, placing his elbow on his bent knee. You both enjoyed the few minutes of comfortable silence, watching cars pass by below and the moon lit starry sky above.

“I am starting to see why you liked it here”

“Yeah...”

“Alfred told me”

“Huh?”, Jason looked at you dumbfounded, trying to process your words.

“After you...were gone, Alfred told me, he told me that this was your happy place, though I still can’t believe you had a favorite gargoyle”, stifling a laugh you somehow managed to continue, “Anyway so as I saying, ever since I found out about it, I used to come here every night when I got free from patrol, come to think of it I still do, sometimes”

You could feel his heavy gaze boring into you making you immediately regret bringing up this conversation.

“Why?”, he finally inquired. You didn’t know whether to feel relived or be tense, but it was now or never, releasing a shallow breath you glanced at him, words flowing out on their own accord.

“Even back then I knew everyone dies at some point and all we can do is try and find some meaning in it, in the memories they leave behind and I guess me wanting to be here, it was a part of me trying to do that and it made me feel somewhat connected to you so I kept doing it; Coming here, spending any time I could spare and leaving before the crack of dawn and before I knew it, it had become a habit.”

“So you did miss me”, he gave you a sad smile and wrapped his hand around your shoulder, giving you a light squeeze.

“Of course I did you dumbass, I was best friend.”, you gave him a nudge and leaned your cheek on his chest, sighing deeply.

“The reason I avoided you after you came back was because I was scared”, you whispered, hoping it would sound less real that way. Jason pulled back a bit to take in your features and you could hear the strain in his voice, a hint of sadness in it.

“Scared of me?”

“Jason I wasn’t scared of you, I can never be, I was scared for you. I was afraid of losing you again. Every time you come back I lose you all over again and I am honestly tired of it and I thought that maybe if I kept my distance I--”

“Won’t get hurt again?”

“Yeah, something like that”

A moment passed where no one spoke anything, both of you running the scenarios of what might happen next in your brains. An idea clicked in your head and you abruptly got to your feet startling Jason in the process. Offering him your hand and a sheepish smile, you got him to his feet.

“I am tired of being scared Jason. I want this. I want us and for that I am willing to take a chance, are you?”, he stepped closer to you, his scent invading your senses.

“For you (Y/N), anything. You should know that by now, plus I feel the same way, I have for a while now”, Jason breathed out as he pulled you in for a deep kiss leaving you dizzy for a while after you pulled away for air. Placing your foreheads together, you found yourselves grinning like idiots yet again in the two successive nights. Jason’s stomach growled, sending you into a fit of laughter.

“Hungry?”

“You really gotta ask?”, raising an eyebrow, he tried to look offended but ultimately melted against you as you pressed your lips on his for a brief moment.

“I know a place”, you murmured, lips brushing against his and before he could register what was happening you already had a grapnel gun in your hands, smirking as you jumped off the ledge.

“Last one there is a rotten egg hoodie!!”

“Hey! But I don’t even know where it is!”

“Not my fault Bird-Brain!”

Jason jumped on after you, smiling to himself. Both of you were thinking the same thing ‘maybe this was finally the start of a new chapter; something new, something scary and something beautiful altogether’

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kgraces · 4 years

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Surprise Siblings

A follow up to Tire Iron. Also available on Ao3!

Dick sighed, resting his forehead against the steering wheel. He really didn’t want to get out of the car, because that meant going inside the manor, which meant dealing with Bruce. He’d already had a long week at work, so a worse weekend was not something he had in mind when he clocked out this evening. His plan had been to do nothing but sleep and patrol, that is, until Alfred had called and told him it would be prudent for Dick to come back to Gotham for the weekend, which Dick took to mean: Richard John Grayson, get your ass home, now!

So he went. The inevitable confrontation with Bruce aside, it would be nice to catch up with Alfred. Dick unbuckled his seatbelt, slung his duffel bag over one shoulder, and made his way to the front door. He stepped into the foyer, only to be greeted with the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen. His brain stuttered to a halt because the sound was so out of place. Baffled, Dick wandered into the kitchen, feeling his jaw drop as he took in the scene before him.

Two kids were sitting at the counter, watching as Alfred baked a batch of Dick’s favorite chocolate chip cookies. The smaller of the two boys chattered excitedly, hands waving around as he talked. The other boy watched him in amusement, only cutting in to make sarcastic remarks, which set the littler one into giggles every time. Every now and again, he’d try to sneak a bite of the batter, but Alfred caught him each time with a gentle admonishment. Dick stood in the doorway, frozen in place. Alfred noticed him first.

“Ah, welcome home, Master Dick. How was the drive over?”

“Fine,” Dick said slowly. He couldn’t stop staring, wondering if he was hallucinating. The small boy smiled shyly and waved, and Dick waved back, feeling dazed. “Alf, why are there two tiny humans in the kitchen?”

“Meet Masters Jason and Tim,” Alfred said, eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m afraid Master Bruce found them in a spot of trouble and decided to step in.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dick said, still a little dumbstruck.

“We’ve actually met before,” the little one—Tim—said. “Did you know you gave me my first hug?”

“What.”

Tim’s face and ears turned scarlet, but it was Jason who broke the awkward tension, dragging Tim from his chair and into a hug. Tim gaped a little, startled, but he quickly melted into the hug. Dick’s heart twisted in his chest at the sight. He crossed the room and joined them, drawing the two boys into his arms. Jason shied away from the contact, but Tim leaned into it, smiling sweetly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jason. And it’s nice to meet you again, Tim. Is that a thing people say?” Tim laughed a little, wrapping his skinny arms around Dick. “So,” he said, turning to Alfred. “I haven’t visited in three weeks, and B goes and adopts two kids in the meantime.”

“His impulse control is abysmal,” Alfred replies sagely.

“We’re not adopted,” Jason said. “He just has custody of us because my parents are dead, and Tim’s parents suck.” Tim pouted at him, but Jason rolled his eyes. “C’mon Timbit, we’ve talked about this.”

“At least you two are here now,” Dick said. “Wanna tell me how that happened?” Both boys nodded, and Dick noticed Tim brighten a little.

“Jason stole the tires off the Batmobile and knocked me out with his tire iron. Then Batman kind of caught us, and I blackmailed him a little bit.”

“You stole the tires...and blackmailed…” Dick looked at the boys, both smiling sweetly at him, and burst into laughter. “My new little brothers are amazing, oh my God.” He paused, as a thought occurred to him. “Wait, how exactly did you blackmail him?”

“Oh, I figured out yours and Batman’s identities last year,” Tim said proudly. “I didn’t actually threaten him or anything.” He wrinkled his nose. “That would’ve been mean.”

“How’d you figure it out, Timmy? That’s really impressive,” Dick said, ruffling the kid’s hair. Tim’s blush darkened again. Jason’s grin turned a bit wicked as he nudged the other boy in the ribs.

“When we met, you promised you’d do your quadruple flip just for me, so I recognized the move when Robin performed it a while later.” Dick’s eyes lit up.

“You’re that Tim? I still have the photo of us!” He smiled broadly at the boy, but he was internally fighting back an undercurrent of sadness, thinking of the last picture of his parents, given to him by a small little boy at one of Bruce’s galas, years ago. Tim blushed to the roots of his hair, but his smile never wavered.

“Timmy’s a genius,” Jason said, grinning widely and slinging an arm around Tim’s bony shoulders. “Ain’t that right?” He asked, and Tim, somehow, managed to get even more flustered. He sputtered out a few unintelligible syllables, and both Jason and Dick broke into a fit of laughter.

“Hey,” Tim complained, pouting adorably. “Jason’s awesome, too!”

“I don’t doubt it,” Dick said, grinning. Jason stuck his tongue out at Tim, who just giggled in response. These two kids were adorable, and Dick couldn’t believe Bruce didn’t tell him about them. “I’m gonna go say hi to B, okay? Then maybe we can watch a movie or something.” The boys grinned at him, and Dick wandered up to the study, where Bruce was working on some paperwork for WE.

Dick leaned against the doorframe, tapping his knuckles against the solid oak. Bruce looked up and grinned at him, eyes alight with amusement. He set down his pen and folded his arms atop his desk.

“I take it you met Jason and Tim?” He asked. Dick nodded and moved into the study. He sent an annoyed look at Bruce, but the wide grin on his face diminished the effect.

“You should’ve told me. I would’ve brought presents,” Dick said. “It’s not every day a guy finds out he’s a big brother, after all.” Bruce rolled his eyes, but the fond look on his face didn’t go away. “Seriously though, where on earth did you find those two?”

“Crime Alley,” Bruce replied. “Jason was stealing my tires. Tim tried to stop him at first, but as soon as I showed up, the two of them banded together. They’ve been inseparable since.”

“Sounds like I’m going to have to come home more often,” Dick said. “We’ll be the Terrible Trio, and you’re never going to know a moment of peace ever again.”

“You boys are going to make me go gray far too soon,” Bruce grumbled. He stood, stretching his back as he crossed the room. He patted Dick’s shoulder. “It’s good to see you, son.”

Dick hesitated. Things with Bruce hadn’t been the greatest lately, but he was willing to take the olive branch offered to him. He smiled and pulled Bruce into a hug, and he was fiercely pleased when Bruce relaxed against him. He heard the sound of footsteps bounding up the stairs and stepped back, glancing over his shoulder to see Jason and Tim peering through the doorway.

“Alfred sent us to check on you,” Jason said. Tim nodded in agreement, like a little shadow. “He said the lack of yelling was suspicious.”

Dick snorted a laugh, and even Bruce cracked a smile. He waved the boys into the study, and they came trotting in together. Jason flung himself onto the couch, and Tim moved over to Dick, who wrapped an arm around him and dragged him into a hug. Tim smiled up at him, leaning into the warm touch. He sighed a little, resting his cheek against Dick’s shirt.

“He needs lots of hugs,” Jason said sagely, rolling his head to look at them from his spot on the couch. “Like, all the hugs in the world.”

“I think I can help with that,” Dick said. His heart twisted a little at the sight of the little boy clinging to him, but he resolved to do what he could to be there for him. He seemed too tiny to have such a somber look in his eyes. He hid it well, but Dick could still see the loneliness clinging to him. “Do you two troublemakers want to watch that movie now?”

Jason and Tim both nodded, and Jason leapt up, grabbing Bruce’s hand and dragging him out of the room. Dick laughed at the startled look in his eyes as he was pulled away. He glanced down at Tim, who still had his skinny arms wrapped around Dick’s torso. The boy looked up at him with a sheepish smile. Before he could move away, Dick knelt down to offer him a piggyback ride. Tim climbed up onto his back, clinging to his neck.

Dick carried Tim down to the theater room and set the boy down on one of the plush couches. He tossed a blanket over Tim’s head, laughing as he struggled to free his arms and face. Dick sat down on Tim’s left, and Jason plopped down on his other side. Tim wrapped the blanket around himself, all but swallowed by the fluffy material. Bruce turned on one of Dick’s old childhood favorites and settled in on one of the squishy armchairs. Dick passed Jason another blanket, taking a moment to steal a corner of Tim’s for himself. Tim curled up next to him, leaning his head against Dick’s arm as the opening credits began to play.

Alfred brought them a bowl of popcorn a few minutes later, smiling fondly at the sight of all four of his boys relaxing together. Dick draped an arm around Tim, and he wasn’t surprised when he realized Jason had already looped his arms around the boy in a side-hug. He also wasn’t surprised when Tim fell asleep halfway through the movie, still draped against Dick’s side. Jason lasted three-quarters of the way through before he fell asleep, too. Bruce and Dick exchanged amused smiles over the heads of the two sleeping boys. Everything felt warm and affectionate and absolutely perfect.

Sure, he hadn’t expected to come home to two little brothers, but Dick wasn’t complaining.

#dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #dc #batfam #my writing #nightwing #red hood #red robin #batman

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goldandbluesmiles · 4 years

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Little Stray

Summary: Selina finds Jacie stealing the Batmobile’s tires.

Ao3

XXX

Jacie is almost done taking off the last of the Batmobile's tires when someone gently poked her back. She instantly whipped around, lashing out with the tire iron in hand.

The figure easily avoided the jab, moving away with a light laugh. Only then did Jacie get a good look at the woman.

Skintight suit. Goggles. Black leather.

Catwoman.

Jacie sighed and put the tire iron down.

There was no point in running, really. Catwoman was known to be quicky, she would catch her. And it wasn't as if, Jacie was in danger with her. At best, she would walk her to a shelter, from where Jacie would escape. At worst, she would take the tires for herself.

"What a brave little thief, huh?"

Jacie scoffed, "Like you got place to talk, Cat,"

Catwoman let out a startled laugh making Jacie frowned.

"What?" she asked her

"Oh nothing, Kitten," said Catwoman, "You just reminded me of someone I know,"

"Who?" she asked, "And why are ya callin' me Kitten?"

Catwoman smiled and ignored her, instead, asking her own question.

"Do you have somewhere to go, Kiddo?"

"Don't ya worry 'bout me," she said, "I look af'er myself,"

"I bet you do, Kid," said Catwoman, "How about this, come with me. I cooked some Pasta today. We can eat some and then we can talk,"

Jacie hesitated. She didn't wanna end up going to shelter or something but she was hungry and Catwoman was from Crime Alley. She would probably understand.

"Okay," she conceded, "Guess I gotta put the tires back,"

"Oh hell no, Kid," said the older woman, "We're bringing those with us,"

Jacie's eyes widened, "You're gonna try'n sell them? But I stole them,"

Catwoman snorted, "You got caught stealing them, Kid, and trust me you do not wanna get caught with those. He tracks his parts,"

"Oh," said Jacie, "Then why do ya wanna take them,"

Catwoman winked at her, "You'll see,"

xxx

Catwoman's apartment was just outside of Crime Alley. It was a nicer area than the one Jacie had lived in but still held the same feel like many of the Crime Alley parts.

The apartment itself was a simple two-bedroom with a bathroom and connected dining and kitchen, a door also opened to a balcony. Jacie gingerly sat down on the couch as Catwoman pulled off her costume, revealing a petite dark-haired woman.

"Alright, Kiddo. Put the tires behind the couch. I'm gonna warm the pasta," said Catwoman, "Also, you can call me Selina,"

Jacie quickly did as she was told, still not understanding what was going on but trusting Selina. The working girls Jacie had met had always spoken highly of her, saying she helped them with their rent and to fight off any fucked Johns.

By the time she was done hauling the last of the tires, Selina was standing by the couch, two steaming plates in hand.

The smell made Jacie's stomach growl.

They ate in silence, Jacie basically shovelling the stuff down her throat.

It had been too long since she had eaten a proper meal.

"So," said Selina, Once they were done, "Parents?"

"None available" muttered Jacie

"Okay," said Selina, "Place to stay?"

"Streets," she answered, looking to see if there was any judgement

There was none.

"Would be open to staying at a shelter, I know a couple that doesn't call social services,"

"Isn't that not allowed?" asked Jacie

Selina shrugged, "There's a lot of stuff in Crime Alley that's not allowed, Kid. Anyhow, the bat protects that one personally so no one touches it. Not even the cops,"

That was cool. Jacie wondered why she hadn't heard of it before. She asked Selina that much.

Selina sighed, "They're still kinda new and kids don't trust easily you know. I'm hoping we can spread the word to the kids around,"

"Good luck with that," murmured Jacie. Crime Alley's kids were a particular kind of untrusting. With good reason.

Selina let out a chuckle, "Yeah. Good point there,"

"Is the shelter my only choice?" asked Jacie, after a few moments of silence

Selina hesitated, "I don't know what else to do, Kiddo. The only other option is social services and if you had a good relationship with them, you wouldn't be on the streets,"

"Yeah," she murmured

"Look, there are a few other options. There are some legit foster parents that are great. A couple of houses for girls but those take time. We can talk more about it tomorrow, I can make the other room for you and you can stay the night,"

"Stay the night?" asked Jacie

"Yeah," said Selina, "But only if you feel safe here. I won't force anything, Kiddo,"

Jacie thought about it. Selina had been nice, had given her food and she was well known in Crime Alley to be a trustworthy figure. She hadn't hurt Jacie yet and it had been a long time since Jacie had slept anywhere but cold pavement.

"Yeah," she murmured, "I'll stay. Just for the night though,"

"Alright, Kiddo," said Selina, "Come on,"

Jacie followed Selina into the second room where there was a twin bed, a small nightstand, a shelf and a desk. The curtains were dark and there was a soft light coming from the lamp in the corner.

"It's not much," she said, "But here it is. I'm gonna grab you something to change in and you can clean up in the bathroom. Put your stuff anywhere you want,"

"Okay," said Jacie, going into the room and putting her bag down by the bed. She tried to around but here wasn't much. Selina eventually brought her an old nightgown and spare toothbrush.

She took them gratefully and headed toward the bathroom to clean up and change. Once she was done, she headed out and see that Selina was waiting in her room.

"Good?" asked the other woman

Jacie nodded.

"Great," said Selina, "Sleep tight, okay. If you need anything I'll either be in my room or the living room. Come and get me, okay?"

Jacie nodded again, "Okay,"

Selina gave her one last soft smile and headed out of the room.

Jacie quickly slipped under the covers, her eyes starting to fall shut as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Some immeasurable time later, she was woken up by the same instinct that had saved her life many times on the streets.

Something was wrong.

Quietly she slipped out of bed and made her way down the hall and stopped right before getting to the living room. Carefully pasting herself to the wall, she peeked around and nearly jumped out of her skin.

There was a dark figure standing in the living room.

"Cat," the voice growled

It was one then that Jacie noticed Selina there, nearly taken up by the figure's shadow.

"Bat," said Selina

Oh.

Oh no.

The tires!

Would Batman be pissed, take it out on Selina?

What should she do?

She didn't have to think too much about it because the Batman tilted his head and hummed.

"I see you have a guest, Cat,"

"Yup,"

Jacie stood frozen in place.

"And I'm guessing they took the tires,"

"Yup,"

Oh god, was Selina gonna turn her into the Bat? Were they friends?

Jacie could feel the panic rising inside of her but she was surprised when the Batman just laughed.

"Brave little thing then," said Batman, he turned a little so he was facing her hiding spot, "Don't worry. You're not in trouble. I just wanted to make sure the tires weren't anywhere...uh troublesome. There's some high-tech stuff in there,"

"You can come out, Kitten," called out Selina

Jacie slowly came out and came to stand just behind the older woman. from there, Batman looked even more intimidating, standing like six feet tall with broad shoulders and heavy armour. Not to mention, the creepy slit eyes.

Selina didn't seem to be afraid though. It made Jacie feel better about facing the man.

Batman tilted his head, "So you took my tires, huh?"

"Yeah," she said, standing just a bit taller, "You shouldn't've left it parked there if you didn't want 'em taken, ya big boob,"

Batman let out a laugh and Jacie felt a little bit of pride at making the man laugh. The smile Selina gave her also helped.

"Well," said the Bat, "I'm going to have to take them off your hands, unfortunately,"

"Figured," muttered Jacie

"You can go back to sleep, now Kitten," said Selina, "Everything's okay here,"

Jacie know a dismissal when she heard one so she nodded and quickly made her way back in the hall. She thought of hiding again but thought against it. They would know she was there.

So she made her way back to the room and slipped into bed again.

This time, falling asleep was a little harder.

xxx

"So," said Bruce, "Kitten, huh? I thought the only strays you took in were of the feline variety,"

"I'm not taking her in Bat!," said Selina, "She just...she had nowhere to go. I'm just keeping her here until I can get her somewhere else,"

Batman's expression seemed to soften a little.

"That's great, Sel," he said, "You know, you can use my resources if you need them,"

"Yeah," she murmured, "Thanks Bats,"

"No problem," he said, "I should get going,"

"Yeah," she murmured, "Need any help with the tires,"

"No," he said "Robin and Batgirl are on the roof,"

"Alright then," she said as he hauled all three tires to the balcony, "Bye Bat,"

"Bye Cat,"

xxx

Jacie was still wide awake when Selina knocked on her door.

"Hey, Kiddo," she said, "It's me. Can I come in?"

"Your place," she called out

Selina slipped inside, "You can tell me to stay out you know. It's my place but you're staying here,"

Jacie shrugged and sat up, "It's fine,"

Selina smiled and pulled the desk chair close to the bed.

"I'm sorry if Batman surprised you," she said

"It's fine," said Jacie, and then after a little hesitation, "Are you guys friends?"

Selina smiled at her, "We have an understanding. Batman does not really care much about non-violent crime as long as it doesn't harm anyone in the long run,"

"And that means?"

"Meaning," said Selina, "That he might have a problem if I stole say, weapons plans and sold them to the black market but he doesn't really care of I swipe some jewels. Especially if they don't belong to the people to begin with,"

"Huh," said Jacie, "Lizzie was right,"

"About?"

"Ye'r like Robin Hood,"

Selina laughed, "I'm not so sure about that, Kiddo,"

They sat like that for a few moments until Selina stood up.

"Just remember, you're safe here," said Selina,

"Okay," said Jacie. For some reason, she still believed her.

"Sleep tight,"

"'Night," murmured Jacie, already feeling asleep again.

She thought she heard Selina answer her.

xxx

Six months later, Batman watched as Selina came out of the Gotham museum, craftily making it past any alarms.

That itself wasn't a surprise.

The surprise was the small figure next to her.

A familiar figure at that.

Jacie Todd.

Well, at least he knew what happened with that.

"Are we gonna do something?" asked Batgirl

"Not today," murmured Batman, "Let's go,"

Robin and Batgirl nodded and took out their grapple guns.

Batman followed suit, throwing one last glance back at retreating figures.

He sighed and shook his head. So Selina had a little sidekick.

Well, it wasn't as if he could judge.

#fjw2020 #bruce wayne #Selina Kyle #Jason Todd #female jason todd

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CatWing

CHAPTER 1 - Trapped (Voiceplay)

It's raining in Gotham, then again when is it not raining in Gotham. Kneeling on one of the many gargoyles surrounding the building I watch the city scene below. Thugs talking about doing things for their different bosses. A scream escapes here and there. Glass shattering and laughter fills the air.

An evil smirk plays across my lips as I hear the tires squeal then see the Batmobile race down the street. "Bruce." My voice is a whisper as I see one by one the hero's racing towards Joker and Harley. A grapple attaches a couple stories above my head and I see a black and blue outfit swing in front of me.

Raising my hand to wave at him as I stand. He looks back as I jump off my gargoyle and fly towards him. "You know pretty bird. You heroes should still be looking for me." My eyes flash red and green before I slowly become invisible and fly to the abandoned boat docks in Gotham.

Ten years ago was the last time I openly talked to Richard John Grayson. The first Robin, the boy who stole my heart with a smile. It was my tenth birthday when Lex Luthor, Talia Al' Ghul, and Ra's Al' Ghul kidnapped me from my family.

First time in ten years I've actively ran away from my 'Masters' for lack of a better term. I'm tired of being close to my family and not being able to be home. Well that changes tonight. Everything changes tonight. Tonight, Harley and Joker are actually being the good guys. Tonight, Lydia Amy Lee Kent, daughter of Superman, the 'Cat', Death Angel, is the bad guy.

Landing in front of Joker and Harley, becoming visible, I quickly hug them. "You are the best people I know. Thank you for helping. I owe you guys so much."

Harley holds me tight against her, "It's the least we could do little kitten. Mistah J and I know how much you needed to be with ya family. Right Mistah J?" She looks up at Joker who has the most insensitive smile on his face.

He pulls me from Harley's hug and hugged me whispering in my ear, "You remember who saved you brat. I won't go back to the mad house and I expect to see the Bat dead." His voice is coated in anger. Letting go he smiles down at me, "Yes, a hero deserves other heroes. Come on Harley let's let our little kitten have her fun with them."

Watching the two walk away my body shudders at the thought of Joker and Harley. ‘Those two are perfectly imperfect for each other. Now!’ I clap my hands as my eyes turn red and my laser vision starts a fire on the docks in the shape of an S-shield and a Bat symbol. "Let. Them. Come." I walked to the middle of the building and my eyes flash green again as I become invisible and wait.

‘Who is perfectly imperfect, Princess?’ A voice answers my thoughts.This voice has been talking to me as long as I can remember. This male voice who I have come to know as Marshmallow and I have become his Princess. ‘Curious, your voice sounds familiar. Have we met in real life Princess?’

Lowering myself to the floor crouching my ears perk at the soft sound of Batman and Nightwing landing on the roof. A smirk plays across my face then disappears at the words of Marshmallow in my head. I look up to Nightwing’s body and nod slowly. ‘Possibly mallow. We might know each other. Just forgive me for something soon.’

Batman and Nightwing enter the building from the windows above. They stay close to the shadows as they search the perimeter not knowing I sit waiting in the larger burning Superman and Batman symbol in the middle of the room. Nightwing stands at the bottom of the symbol looking to the middle and scratches his head. “I don’t get it. Why an empty building with the Bat symbol burning alongside Superman's symbol?”

Batman comes to stand beside Nightwing, he reaches up to the com-link in his ear as he sees a flash of something green quickly. “Superman, I have something you might need to see.” He lowers his hand as he makes his way to the middle of the burning emblems and stands one foot away from me.

My voice a whisper and deep, “I’m sorry for this Uncle Bruce.” In a flash I remove His utility belt and Nightwing's escrima sticks. I tie both of them up and place them in the center of the burning emblems. The only thing they see is two soft glowing green eyes. “You just had to call him, didn’t you Bruce. You just had to call my dad.”

Nightwings eyebrow raises an eyebrow and attempts to turn towards Batman, “I didn’t know you knew two green glowing flies?” He chuckles softly as he struggles with the rope around his arms. “Why don’t we talk little flies? Wait, speak again real quick?” He tilts his head towards my eyes as I roll them.

“Honestly marshmallow, you’re supposed to be the smart one. Not the Joker.” As I become visible my attire changes from a black and green assassins outfit to a green dress with a button the reads, ‘I’m 10 today.’ My eyes close for a moment while i let out a breath. My long black hair falling down around my shoulders. I hear the small gasp leave Nightwings mouth causing my eyes to flick open revealing my emerald green iris of my eyes. “Ten flippin years. Happy flippin birthday to me.”

Batman looks up at me with narrowed eyes, “How do we know it’s truly you?” Bruce breaks free of the rope I have him in but keeps his hands behind his back as he watches Superman enter the room. “Lydia Kent went missing ten years ago today. So how do we know that you are truly her?” He starts working on nightwings restraints as he talks buying Superman time to come closer.

“Geez Uncle Bruce, I would think you would be relieved to see me.” I shrug my shoulders as I hop into the air and hover while sitting. “Ten years ago I was living with Grandma Kent at the farm in Smallville. The day I was taken, everyone forgot to pick me up from school.” My body moves to the left, giving Batman and Nightwing a view of a very angry Superman. “But please, let me continue before you attack, Daddy Dearest.”

**Flashback**

I sit on the bench outside of my elementary school waiting to be picked up. Miss Wilson was the last person out of the school. She looked at me and told me to have a good birthday before she got in her car and drove away. I grab my backpack and start walking towards the farm. The wind gently blowing my hair behind me and my emerald green dress rippling in the wind around me.

I walk past Mister Peterson and his gas station, he tells me happy birthday and reminds me to tell Grandma Kent to bring him some fresh eggs by the end of the week. Stepping off the sidewalk to cross the street a shiny black limousine pulls up in front of me. “Wow.” All I can say in amazement until the window rolls down and I see Lex Luthor. I suddenly frown and take a step back up onto the sidewalk. Daddy always said Mister Luthor was and is a bad man.

“Hello little one.” Lex looks out the window at me with a large smile on his face. His hand comes up to the window seal almost beckoning me to approach. A slight fake gasp leaves his mouth as he fake smiles, “I see you are ten today. Well happy birthday miss.” He looks at me waiting for my name.

I grab the straps of my backpack tighter as I look at Lex through my eyelashes, “Lydia, I’m Lydia Kent.” I attempt to give him a polite smile as I watch him carefully. “Thank you for telling me happy birthday Mister Luthor.” I shuffle backwards to try and use my x-ray vision, but I can’t see through the car.

“It’s lead lined.”

“Pardon?” I tilt my head to look at him.

“Please, Miss Kent, you are trying to look inside my limo and see what or who I am hiding. You’re kind isn’t able to see through lead.” His voice is slowly turning harsh as he swings his door open. “Let me take you home. Surely Superman has a birthday party ready for you little death angel.”

I take a step back holding tighter to my backpack. ‘Help me.’ Watching as Lex Luthor steps out of his limo and slowly approaches me. “I can walk home Mister Luthor. It’s okay.” I attempt to side step around him but he reaches out and grabs my backpack pulling me back to him. “Please Lex. Let me go. It’s my birthday.”

Before Lex says anything I hear Dick’s voice in my head, ‘Where are you Lyds?’ I don’t have time to respond. Lex pulls me into the limo and quickly gets in after me.

“Straight to the airport, Mercy. We have a weapon to make.” He chuckles softly as he pours three glasses of champagne and hands them to the other two people in the limo.

**Present Day**

My fists are balled up by my sides while my eyes close momentarily. “Ten years.” A soft whisper leaves my mouth and then I turn and face Superman, my father. “TEN YEARS AND NOW YOU APPEAR! TEN YEARS OF ME TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION! WELL IT’S TO FLIPPIN LATE.” My eyes open with all the color gone replaced by what could look like red flames. “My last memory of you, is you sending me away because I looked too much like my mother. You sent me to live with Grandma Kent. You’re ashamed of your daughter.”

Superman's eyes start to turn red from his laser vision, as he gets in a stance to attack. “Do not talk about my dead wife that way. Daughter or not, you respect my wife.” His teeth are gritted and the vein in his neck is starting to pop out from the tension. The wind starts to whirl around his feet as he slowly lifts higher than me.

I release a dark chuckle before moving quickly behind him and kicking him in his back towards Bruce and Nightwing. “Ten years, over 400 lab procedures done on me. No true known weaknesses. I am stronger.” My fist connects with his jaw sending him to the floor. “I am powerful.” I land with no damage to the building, “I am Lydia Amy Lee Kent.” My voice breaks as I grip his hair and force him to look at me “And I will come home.”

I start feeling sick and release Superman from my hold on him as I begin vomiting blood. Falling to the floor and closing my eyes. “Please, no please stop. Please.”

“Stop? Hmm I don’t know. Threatening heroes isn’t nice lady.” A new voice enters the scene with a box of pure Kryptonite in their hand. They walk closer to my body and shoving the Kryptonite closer, “Surrender and go back to Arkham where you belong.”

Tears streaming down my face from the pain and all of the blood loss. “I belong here. With, with my family. Help.” My concentration breaks causing my dress to go back to the black and green leather attire. My hair is in a ponytail and scars all over my body. “Please. Make it stop. Please, please. Lex stop. Please. I’ll be good. Help me. I’ll-” my voice cuts off as I try to reach for Nightwing right before passing out.

Superman scrunches his forehead together as he looks over my body, “She’s been missing ten years, and i’m just supposed to open my arms and accept her?” He stares down at my body as he starts to feel sick. “Put that up will ya.” His eyes narrowing in on the exposed Kryptonite, “You’ll kill two Kryptonians and have to explain to the world why Superman died.”

Red Robin snaps the box closed and positions it in a pouch on his utility belt. “Is she honestly your missing daughter?” His head tilts to the side as he watches Superman lifting her up and holding her close. “She has too many scars compared to the pictures I’ve seen. Also more powers than any normal Kryptonian.” His eyebrows knit together as he continues examining my body. “What if this is a ploy by Luthor?”

Superman holds me tight against him and gently strokes a thumb across my cheek making my nose twitch. “It’s Lydia. It’s her heartbeat.” He looks at Nightwing, “She’s back, but she died. I don't understand.” Instantly his eyes become red and he turns to face Metropolis still holding my body. “LEX!” He feels me wince at him yelling causing him to instantly look down at me. “You’re safe. I got you princess. You’re safe.”

Nightwing takes a step towards Superman and myself before Batman stops him. “Let me take her.” Holding up his hand to stop Superman from talking, “You know she is like a niece to me. We both helped raise her, mourn her, search for her, she is family Kal. Let me take her, keep her in the Cave. Just to make sure she is stable to be back into society.” Batman is now standing in front of us with his hands outstretched, “You know I’m right. Plus,” he looks back at Nightwing, “I’ll have the boy there to help comfort her and keep her safe.”

Superman nods his head and holds my body close and gently kisses my forehead, “I’m so sorry Cat. I’m so sorry I didn’t find you sooner.” He stops whispering and looks at Batman with determined eyes, “Don’t let anything bad happen to her. She isn’t going to like how things have changed since she left and Lois died.” Gently letting out a sigh, “I’ll take her to the Cave.”

A body drops down from the roof behind them and starts speaking, “I wouldn’t take the Duchess if I was you. Her masters would be very worried where their precious weapon went, missing.” The person stands up with their arms crossed and keeping their red hooded face down, “I have three questions B and Supes. First, is she physically fine?” He waits for an answer that never comes, “Second, Do you promise to keep her safe?” Again no one answers his question, “Last, this isn’t a question.” The red hooded figure raises their head to show the group his face masked by a red helmet, “If you ever hurt her, send her back to Ra’s or destroy her trust.” He lifts a gun and points it at them, “I will destroy you.”

A groan leaves my mouth and the red hooded figure looks towards my body, "I'd get her medical help. Oh and Little blue," he looks at Nightwing, "To keep her calm, tell her stories. It pulls her out of her head and back to the present." With that he throws down a smoke bomb and disappears into the night. In reality, he disappears to the roof top and watches from above.

Superman holds my body closer, his eyes looking at where the mysterious figure was. "Grab her things and meet me back at your cave Batman." Gently lifting off the floor preparing to fly off towards the Batcave. "This changes things. This changes things completely." He slowly flies away and disappears into the night sky. “I’m so sorry Cat - El. Please forgive me.”

Batman looks around and sighs, “Superman is right. With her being back, this changes a lot of things.” His eyes quickly meet Nightwings eyes as he grabs a leather back sitting by the door before he walks off to the Batmobile. Jumping in, he sighs and places the back in the passenger seat. “Alfred, get a bed ready. The little princess has come back.”

“But how sir?”

“I’ll figure that out when I get back to the cave. Clark is on his way with her.”

“ I shall be ready, Master Bruce.”

Nightwing sighs and looks over at Red Robin, “Ask.”

Red Robin looks at him, “Okay. Why is everything changing if she comes back? I don’t get it Dick, she is just Superman’s daughter.”

Nighting sighs and crosses his arms looking up at the ceiling, “That’s where you’re wrong Tim. She is important.” He sighs and picks up his and Batman’s utility belts whispering, “She’s my soulmate.”

#chapter 1 #rewrite #Lydia and Dick #thoughts?#i'm back #Superman #Nightwing #Batman #Cat #Trapped

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sebeth · 6 years

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Jason-a-thon, part 3

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

Batman #409, “Just Another Kid On Crime Alley!” by Max Allan Collins, Ross Andru, and Dick Giordano.

Batman leaves Ma Gunn’s School: “To think that urchin had the gall to steal the tires off the Batmobile! But I guess a kid who can fend for himself on these streets isn’t going to be easily intimidated. The kid’s got street smarts, all right – but if he wants to get out of this hellhole, he’ll need a more conventional education. And Ma Gunn with her ‘School For Boys’ should be just the person to put Jason on the right track. Of course, it’s said her teaching methods are a bit on the unorthodox side.”

Bruce is rather impressed with Jason’s moxie. However, the school isn’t working out like he intended.

Ma Gunn assumes Jason is a stoolie of the Batman and orders the rest of the class to “snuff” him.

The class jumps Jason who gives as good as he gets. Unfortunately, Jason loses due to sheer numbers.

Ma takes the time to correct her students’ grammar: “It isn’t ‘learn’ him, luv – it’s ‘teach’ him. And it’s an ‘extensive’ period of time.” Well, Ma is a teacher.

Ma comments that Jason is a “spunky little bloke” while watching the brawl.

Jason angrily denies being a snitch: “I ain’t no stoolie! And Batman’s no friend of mine – I stole his tires!”

Ah, yes, Jason’s true claim to fame – the theft of the Batmobile’s tires.

Ma orders the boys to find him a bunk: “Always room at Ma Gunn’s for a promising pupil!”

Bruce visits medical clinics in the Crime Alley neighborhood. He’s searching for records on Catherine Todd. It’s a nice scene that shows Bruce didn’t drop Jason off and forget about him.

Bruce discovers Catherine Todd died of an overdose last February. The date of the Wayne’s murder changes – the most common date is late September, around the 25th. The February overdose would fit with the date – especially if Catherine overdosed in late February and Jason lost track of the days as he lived on the streets.

Bruce accompanies Vicki Vale on her visit to Ma Gunn’s school. Bruce offers to fund Ma’s school but she declines.

Bruce and Vicki leave the school and Ma Gunn returns to the boys’ lesson of the day: guns.

“This old dame is batty.” Jason’s not a fan of the curriculum and leaves the school during the night.

Jason mentioned in a recent Red Hood & the Outlaws issue that he disliked living at the Ma Gun School as a child. It’s implied that he spent a significant more time there than the two nights he stayed at the school in the post-Crisis ere.

Batman requests Willis Todd’s information from Commissioner Gordon: “Catherine Todd’s husband is one Willis Todd – a small timer who grew up on Crime Alley. He began as a numbers runner – graduated to boosting cars. Worked in chop shops all over the city. He’s believed dead – he’s said to have double-crossed his boss, a fellow named Two-Face.”

Jim questions Batman’s interest in Willis Todd: “It’s personal, Jim. Let’s just say I have an interest in a young man who has lost his parents to crime.”

The above scene demonstrates that Jim Gordon knows the true identity of Batman. Batman’s in his office asking about Willis Todd – shortly afterwards Bruce Wayne adopts Jason Todd. Jim isn’t an idiot – he’d connect the dots.

Batman decides to visit Jason but the school lights are out. Batman comes across a car with missing tires.

Batman tracks down Jason: “You didn’t keep your end of the bargain.”

Jason explains the school is “a kindergarten for crime.”

“I don’t wanna learn to be no crook. I just boost what it takes to survive.”

Yeah, why be a crook when you can be a crime lord! Jason’s a firm believer in “go big or go home”.

I’m kidding, we all know Jason is the street rat with a heart of gold.

Batman makes Jason return the tires.

Jason reminds Bruce: “Just ‘cause I’m a kid from Crime Alley don’t make me a liar! Not all adults are saints, y’know!”

Ma Gunn and her students rob a museum but are interrupted by Batman.

Ma asks Batman: “You wouldn’t hit a lady?”

Batman replies “Never” and punches Ma in the face.

Jason arrives and finishes off the last henchman.

Batman questions why Jason is at the museum: “I didn’t think you believed me about the museum heist – somebody had to stop it.”

“You could’ve called the cops.”

“I’m no stoolie – besides, where’s the fun in that?”

Jason continues: “You know, if you turn me over to the social workers, well…the chances of a kid my age findin’a decent home are slim.”

“Don’t bet on it…Robin.”

The issue ends with Jason and Batman’s smiling faces.

I love Jason’s post-Crisis origin.

1) He’s no longer a weak, carbon copy of Dick.

2) Jason’s new background allows him a different perspective on crime and criminals from Bruce or Dick.

3) It also provides a different skillset and experience from Dick’s initial days as Robin. Dick started out as a master gymnast but Jason has mastered street smarts from a young age.

Up next: Jason encounters Two-Face!

#Jason Todd #Robin #Batman #Jason-a-thon #Ma Gunn #Jim Gordon

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