I was looking through batfam fake tweets and social media aus(again), and thanks to the lovely @thevernofficial I have been brought to make this.
The batkids and how they ended up watching mbav(plus the character they feel the strongest about):
Tim: so following with the tweet, Tim had a crush on Erica watching mbav as a kid. He tries to say he relates more to Ethan, but the shit your brain comes up with could only come from Benny, Tim.
Steph: also watched Mbav as a kid. She had a crush on Sarah, but the character she feels strongest about is Jesse, because she fucking hates Jesse("you're not like other humans now, Sarah." "Yeah, and who caused that, dipshit?"). she flips off the tv any time she Jesse pops up. Her favorite character is absolutely Rory tho.
Cass: was forced to binge the movie and both seasons by Steph. The most she reacted was to the fight scenes. "A kick to the knee would work better." Later, Tim asked about her favorite character. "Evelyn. Kicks ass." which fair.
Duke: he watched a few episodes of mbav as a kid, but was later forced to watch it entirely by tim and steph(tim was offended he wasn't included in the first binge-fest). After the first 10 minutes, he said "you will have to physically hold me back from saying babe every 7 minutes." "Duke, no". He actually relates to Ethan most, due to his self-preservation(rather the shared lack thereof)
Jason: walked in on the first forced binge, and watched from the doorway for two episodes, then left. He walked into the second one too but cut his losses and sat down. Tim wishes he hadn't, as he was commenting on basically everything. Jesse comes back from the dead and Jason yells "Ha! you aren't special motherfucker!"
Dick: only started watching mbav to roast tim, bc he's a horrid brother living to embarrass people, especially if it his siblings. (Tim really wishes he could shut up on twitter, or that twitter would stop reminding him hes a dumbass). He delights in the camp, and constantly connects mbav to buffy. nobody really enjoys dick comparing mbav to buffy, especially since he's the only person who watched buffy the vampire slayer in its entirety.
Damian: Damian has actively watched 3 episodes of my babysitters a vampire, and for the other parts of binge fest 2 he was just drawing in his sketchbook. His favorite character is Ethan, as he is the easiest to draw, but his best drawing was of Sarah when she was possessed. He hates drawing Rory's shirts.
Neither Bruce nor Alfred have seen more than 5 minutes of my babysitter's a vampire in total. Probably for the best.
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Try Losing One
Jason Todd X Fem! Reader
It's another Song Fic because I like writing these and they're theraputic for me. I found this song and all I could think of was a relationship with Jason Todd. It's based on Try Losing One by Tyler Braden.
Link to the song: https://youtu.be/2IoiLh0jPfY
Summary: All the times Jason loses her.
Warnings: Angst! cheating, mentions of violence, alcohol mentions.
Pairing: Jason Todd X Fem! Reader
Word Count: 1,491
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It's hard to get a number
It's hard to get that dance
It's hard to talk a girl
Into ditching all her friends
It's hard to get that first kiss
It's hard to make one fall
It's hard to get the courage
Up to give her dad a call
And if all that ain't hard enough
Try losing one
Jason hadn’t been much of a flirt before he died, he hadn’t thought much about girls at all really, but he was grown now and had seen so much more of the world than anyone ever should. Now as an adult, he didn’t want to, couldn’t, place the burden of what he did on another’s shoulders.
But then he met her. She lived in the apartment across the hall from him. She was so nice, so polite, and charismatic. It went against every barrier he had put up, every lesson he had ever learned, but he wanted to know her like no one else did. He wanted to be the one she smiled at, the one who made her laugh, who did everything with. Building up the courage was ironic, he fought villains all the time, but asking a girl if she wanted to get dinner with him was making his knees shaky.
And of course, you had said yes, and of course you were as lovely as he knew you’d be, and even though he was new to all of this, you made it seem easy. You were easy to love.
So easy to love, so why did he keep messing up the only good and right thing that had happened to him.
Try walking through the door of an empty house
Try staring at the wall pouring whiskey out
Try living with knowing that you let her down
Try trying like hell not to think about
That hurt in her eyes as she turned around
If you think finding a girl you can't live without
Is the hardest thing you've ever done
Try losing one
The first time was an accident, he waited to long to tell you about the second, bloodier, part of his life. A call from his older brother to tell you that he wouldn’t be home for a few days because he got shot too close to the heart.
Understandably, you asked for a few days, but your absence in his apartment weighed heavy. He tried to convince himself that what he did was right, that dragging you in the know would put you in danger. He tried not to think about that look on your face as you walked away.
At the end of the day though, he decided that no matter how right he knew he was, losing you would be worse.
It's hard to come home early
Them last call home come so late
Pride is hard to swallow
And sorry is hard to say
And taking her for granted
Is an easy thing to do
And if you wanna see the kind of hell
A girl can put you through
Try losing one
Now that you knew, he crept in through the window of your shared apartment. You were asleep and he kicked himself for not coming home sooner. You tried to stay up, but he knew you couldn’t wait up forever, not when the morning was so harsh to you.
He tried to apologize in the morning, a sincere apology he reserved only for you, but his stupid pride. It turned into an argument, and you left with tears in your eyes.
Later that night, after real apologies were made, and you were smiling and laughing, he told you about the Gala that Bruce was putting on. He had to go, but he asked if you’d be his plus one. His heart soared at the excitement in your eyes. You had never been to a gala, never had a reason other than prom to dress up in a fancy dress.
The night of the gala you were a sight, a dress that made him want to never let you go. The awe and joy in your eyes made his heart glow. You were so special.
And so easy to love, and he took that for granted, and dropped it like a glass balloon.
Try walking through the door of an empty house
Try staring at the wall pouring whiskey out
Try living with knowing that you let her down
Try trying like hell not to think about
That hurt in her eyes as she turned around
If you think finding a girl you can't live without
Is the hardest thing you've ever done
Try losing one
Maybe if he had gone with you to get some champagne then he wouldn’t have ended up in the mess he’d made. You walked away for one second, a joy laced in your tone, and a girl he barely remembered from Gotham Academy was suddenly on his arm.
She was also charismatic, nothing like you, but she was also persuasive and before his mind could catch up, he was walking to a corner and she was all over him.
He didn’t know how long it’d been, but he knew he had to get back to you. And just as he thought that he heard you.
“Oh,” you said just loud enough to be heard, your shoulders dropping like the world fell on them. He watched the joy and excitement in your eyes turn to confusion, turn to sadness. He wanted to shoot himself, oh, that’s all you said, like you knew it was bound to happen to you eventually, like reality had come up to meet you and he hated himself for it.
You turned to leave and as you were walking away, you turned back to look at him, pain and hurt in your eyes, and he let you go. Nothing he could say could mend the mess he’d made.
You weren’t there when he got home. No sign you had even come home at all. He grabbed some whiskey and sat on the couch.
For tonight, he would pretend that he wasn’t the biggest joke the universe had made. Pretend that he hadn’t just lost you, hadn’t just screwed up royally.
Like he wasn’t facing the possibility of losing the girl he couldn’t see himself without.
Try losing one
Try missing her every night
Holding on
Barely getting by
A love like that
It might be hard to find
But try losing one
You had been gone for a week, and he let you have your space. He had tracked you down after that first night just to make sure that you were safe. Your chosen refuge was your art studio, armed with extra clothes and a pull-out couch.
Sleeping without you was hard. Living without you was harder and Gotham felt it.
Crime rate had dropped by percentages, and even thugs were afraid to go out at night in fear of facing the Red Hood’s rath. How pitiful he looked and how pathetic he felt.
You knocked on his door, a look in your eyes that he couldn’t quite place. You asked what happened, and he was honest.
After a while you said you didn’t want to break up, that you wanted to get past this. He leapt at the second chance. He wouldn’t fail you again.
Except, when you were threatened, and his reality, the one he had been avoiding, finally reached him.
Try walking through the door of an empty house
Try staring at the wall pouring whiskey out
Try living with knowing that you let her down
Try trying like hell not to think about
That hurt in her eyes as she turned around
If you think finding a girl you can't live without
Is the hardest thing you've ever done
He packed his things, if he was going to abandon you like this, then he certainly wasn’t going to make you move after. He left the things he knew you would’ve kept anyways. Left the things that meant the most to him, that he knew you would pour over hoping to find an answer. He was selfish like that, he wanted you to still think of him even though he was about to break your heart.
There was a tiny thread of hope though, and it lived in the darkest corner of his heart where he hoped to smother it, that he could come back to you, and you would let him, and everything would go back to normal.
He left a letter on the kitchen table where you set your keys when you got home. It was an excuse that he didn’t want to burden you anymore, that it would be easier if he went back to being a one-man-band.
And, as he closed the door behind him, he knew that losing you was going to be the hardest thing he had ever done.
Try losing one
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