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ashoss · 2 months
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patrol is fun :DD
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incorrectbatfam · 3 months
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Jason: Okay, so get this.
Jason: You make ten meals, you're not a cook.
Jason: You make twenty paintings, you're not an artist.
Jason: But you kill ONE PERSON—
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diabolichare · 3 months
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Is this courtship?
Danny is going to Gotham for his scholarship.
Good news! There's another halfa in the city, and he seems to be a good guy. Bad news: the nearest path to his university is through that halfta's haunt. He could take the long way around, but the costs would be more than his budget can handle, and he'd like to avoid dealing with a pissed-off Red Hood.
Hopefully the offerings will be enough to sate his annoyance (and help maybe, god that man has the most malnourished core he's ever seen).
Jason is getting incredibly confused over the strange gift baskets that keep appearing on his patrol routes.
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puppetmaster13u · 2 months
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Prompt 122
“Have you met Seal Hood?” 
Dick paused almost mid-jump, having apparently turned to the wrong channel but also changed to the perfect one too. At least, perfect in the fact that he had just overheard an interesting thing from Jason, apparently forgetting that his comm was in fact on still. 
Damian must have answered, because Jason snorted a laugh. “You can try getting him to leave, he’s taken over my bathtub and keeps eating all my food.” 
Hold up, was- Dick had thought Jason was talking about a plush or something, but was he talking about a literal living animal seal??
“I’ll have you know I’m not going to make a poor little baby seal leave, and I’m not putting him in a zoo, brat.” 
Oh Gotham, it was a real living animal seal. Dick about faced, rushing towards Jason’s safehouse. How did he get a seal? Why was it in his bathtub?? Why hadn’t he called the proper people for this sort of thing?! He had to get to the safehouse now to see this shit.
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Baby Seal Danny <3
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oumu-omu · 10 months
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BE CAUGHT IN RED-HANDED (at manor)
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Patrol at night, sleep in daytime. He does not have enough time to go grocery shopping.
Or maybe just being lazy.
Already too late when he realized his fridge is empty and he was damn hungry.
So, he chose the fastest solution.
*Feel shame to lose one of his hobby (aka. switching Tim's coffee to decaffeine) but worth it.*
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methoughtsphantom · 3 months
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Dead on Main prompt where Danny as a form of courtship begins to go around and learn from ancient ghosts how to do recipes lost in time to entice the cute crime lord in his neighborhood.
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indulgentdaydream · 4 months
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Cooking Lessons
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Jason Todd X Reader
My first x reader fic! Of course I had to go with jason. He’s the love of my life🥰 inspired by me not knowing how to properly cut a bell pepper yesterday and wishing somebody (cough cough, jason, cough) had been there to help me
(ps. for anyone who also doesn’t know how to cut a bell pepper!)
Not proof read!!
Warnings: use of feminine pet names (ex, princess) food mention, knife mention, knife use, one (1) use of profanity.
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Jason walked into the kitchen, sweating from his workout. He found you standing at the counter, your back to him. You had a knife in hand, chopping something up. He opened the fridge to grab himself some water. He could smell the spices of whatever you were cooking in the pan to your left.
He walked up beside you. He placed a hand on the small of your back as he looked down. There was chicken cooking in the pan and you were cutting up a bell pepper, “What you cooking, princess?”
“Quesadillas,” You hummed, focused on your task at hand. There was a cooking book open off to your right, set on top of the microwave
Jason hummed in response, smiling, “Smells good.”
He continued to watch you chop. Your hand moved slowly. You set the pepper on it’s side before cutting it in half, straight through the centre. The seeds inside spread all over the knife. You began to awkwardly cut around the centre, further making a mess of getting the seeds everywhere. He grew a little concerned as he kept watching, “Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Who taught you how to cut up a pepper?”
Your shoulders dropped a little, your hand stilling. You looked up at Jason with a defeated look, “Nobody…”
He chuckled. He leaned in and kissed the pout on your lips, “May I?”
You nodded. He set down his water before moving in behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his arms under yours. He picked up another bell pepper, a dark green.
He placed it on the board, placing his hands over yours. His chin rested on your shoulder as he spoke, “First, you gotta cut off the stem.”
He guided your hands, enjoying the small giggle that escaped you at the sight of his large, calloused, scarred hands resting over your smaller ones, nearly engulfing them.
He spoke calmly and slowly, “Now, you flip it on it’s head, where the stem was. See the bumps? You cut down to chop those off.”
You hummed, “Like this?”
Jason nods, “Just like that.” He pulls his hands off yours, bringing them back to rest on your hips, letting you do it yourself.
“See?” He says when you finish, leaving the untouched centre, with all the seeds still intact, leftover, “This way, you can take the pieces you cut off, flatten them out, and they’re easier to cut,” He pauses, “Plus, you don’t make a mess of the seeds.”
He picks up the centre for you, tossing it into the small open compost bin sitting on the window sill of the kitchen. You shrug, picking up on of the pieces you had cut before, covered in the tiny white pellets that were the seeds, “I was just gonna wash it off with water.”
He lets out a low, thoughtful hum, “Waste o’ water.”
You mimic his hum and cast him a look over your shoulder, where he still rests his chin, “Not what you said last night when you dragged me into the shower with you.”
A grin pulls at Jason’s lips. He raises his eyebrows a little, amused, “That’s why we gotta counteract our water usage, princess.” He straightens, planting a kiss on your cheek, “It doesn’t help that your knife is a bit dull. I’ve got a sharpener in my duffle, though.”
You didn’t realize what he meant until he had already stepped out of the kitchen. You whipped around, “Jason Peter! You are not using the same thing you sharpen your blades with on my kitchen knives!”
He steps back in, holding his hands out, “It’s clean!”
You stared at him, “I do not believe you.”
She caught Jason’s smile before he nodded at the stove beside her, “Chicken’s burning.”
“Shit!”
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salmonchan · 4 months
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They working on a case together, exept Tim is the brain and Jason is the brawns
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12345910 · 10 months
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Different ways the batfam gets someone in the manor
Dick: he'll knock on the door only to show up in the window and write what he wants to say with his breath on the glass. It is always mirrored and illegible to the person in the room.
Jason: he'll send them a very ominous ransom-type text and ask them to bring/do something for him. His success rate is 50/50
Tim: Bruce will ask him to go get one of his siblings and he just screams their name as loud as humanly possible
Damian: just shows up in whatever room the person is in and just says "dinner" or whatever message he's been asked to pass along before disappearing back into whatever secret passage he appeared from.
Bruce: I feel like just lurks. Like he doesn't mean to be scary but his tendency to wait in dark hallways he knows the person will walk through is enough to spook most people, and that coupled with his very imposing Batman Stance™ is very alarming. His kids have gotten used to it.
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betterthanbatman1 · 3 months
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I’ve never seen someone eat spaghetti so aggressively before in my life
Ft angry burger munching
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The renfaires in Gotham must be on the next fucking level
At least three villains have been mistaken for regular attendees and left in a huff because no one feared them and at least least five people commented on the lack of accuracy. Some redhead was complaining about an obscure food that apparently “didn’t taste the same” and a seven year old (“I’m thirteen”) shouldn’t be able to handle a sword that well. At least a third of Red Hood’s crew is there. This one lady had the best costume out of anyone but then started floating leading to theories that she’s actually a ghost from five or six hundred years ago. Nobody wants to be rude and ask. That guy might actually be Red Hood. At least four people escaped Arkham to be here but they’re not causing a fuss so no one’s telling just yet.
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ghost-bxrd · 1 month
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(prev anon with another bad half formed prompt)
what if after the whole pit fiasco jason still gets trained by the league, and then decides that he was kinda done with the whole fighting stuff and gotham feels like home, so might as well get an apartment there, and time moves on and he gets a job and gets into uni or smth and everythings good, and then nightwing comes crashing into his apartment breaking his window and jasons already had kinda a crappy day so he just starts yelling because what the hell man? do you know how much that'll take to repair? my insureance wont cover that! and nightwing is just stuck staring at his grown up little brother whos supposed to be dead, and chokes out a "jason". and now jasons freaked out because he didn't remember telling him his name, and thens theres confusion and dick asks why he doesnt recognise him and jason says hes never met him before in his life, and suddenly dick is staring at his little brother who's alive, but who isn't his brother and he can feel his heart slowly rip in two.
Lmao Dick goes back crying to the family that he found Jason and that he’s ALIVE but he doesn’t remember anything and “Bruce, Bruce, he’s getting his degree. He got into uni. He’s— he’s happy—“
And Bruce (after confirming Jay’s identity) just starts leaving him huge cheques and visiting him under the cover of “scouting for young talents” and “scholarship programs courtesy of WE” and Tim shyly starts waiting for Jason at his favorite café to get to know him, and Dick skips “subtle” entirely and drops by every other day to have dinner with Jason or watch a movie.
Meanwhile Jason has to pretend to keep his cool and not give himself away (he likes his peace and quiet, thank you very much) and becomes progressively more guilt ridden with every instance he does something entirely mundane (reading a book, swearing like a sailor, cooking spaghetti) and Bruce or Dick begin tearing up.
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incorrectbatfam · 5 months
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16-year-old Dick: You know what, I think it's time we started swearing. When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'll swear first and then you.
12-year-old Jason: Okay.
[downstairs]
Bruce: What do you want for breakfast?
Dick: I'll have Cocoa Puffs, bitch.
Bruce: Go to your room.
Bruce, to Jason: And what do you want?
Jason: Dunno but it won't be fucking Cocoa Puffs.
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Meme Prompt 2
Thinkin of feral halfa Jason again. No surprise there.
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violetbumblebea · 2 years
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"Alfred is so good at cooking!" "No one can out cook Alfred"
You fool. He is old. He is British. He is white. That is three things against him.
Bruce likes his cooking because he's very precise and gets all necessary ingredients in. Everyone else? Hates it but thinks they're the only one and that they are crazy.
Dick, trying to not get thrown back into the system: Yummy :)
Jason, a street kid who doesn't regain proper tastes until the Pit: So good.
Tim Drake, scared of being in the way: Love it :)
Damian, who knows the values of nutrients and respecting elder: Good.
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lovedeltaa · 22 days
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michael and his car (and his car) :-)
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