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gonnalosemydougdimmadomedamnmind · 8 months

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It's literally impossible to read bat fanfiction because it's all based off those ridiculous fanon tropes that spread like crazy and people take as fucking biblical!!!!! Dick was never a jerk to Jason when he was Robin- they got along because Dick is mature as hell and in one retelling- Jason was a jerk to him!! And when he came back as Red Hood he had literally not a single damn reason to treat Dick like shit! Not a damn one! But he did, didn't he? Cause he's the fucking asshole! How dare you make Dick grovel towards that bastard! Dick has only ever tried to help him! Reached out during his Batman run, over and over! Also- Dick never put Jason in Arkham with Joker just a few cells down???? What the fuck! The Joker and all those other fuckers had been broken out of Arkham by Black Mask already for like the whole run??? Jason went to Arkham after losing to Dick, and Gordon put him in there because One he fucking deserved it, Two the literal circumstances?? And at that point!! Arkham was fucking rehabilitated itself!! By Dick!!! Because Bruce had him go undercover there for real, and Dick was actually tortured there before he got out!! So Dick put in the work to get that shit in order to actually help people!!

Dick never chose Damian over Tim- Tim refused to engage with him over his grief, shut him out, and left of his own devices! He never told Dick his suspicions on why Bruce was alive, never! And Tim is not the one to bring Bruce back either, there's a whole team at that point! Dick learns Bruce is alive through tossing his 'dead' body into a pit and the body comes to life as a zombie. Tim didn't tell him shit! Tim is also not a little crybaby- Damian cutting his line was a fucking blip on the page, he was momentarily shocked, that was it! He put Damian on his Hit List, which is why Damian cut his line. And his first attempt at "murder" is just pushing Tim off the dinosaur statue in the cave, he didn't go all assassin on him! Also Dick wasn't even there the first incident and wasn't told about the second incident. Alfred is the one who gave Damian Robin and Dick accepted him because he saw that Damian needed help! He needed guidance! He didn't fucking fire Tim the way Bruce fired him, and fuck all of you for thinking that Tim or Jason or fucking anyone has more right over Robin than Dick Fucking Grayson! He tried to promote Tim and Tim walked off. How dare yall make Dick fucking grovel towards that bastard!!!

Jason did try to kill all three of them!! Why does everyone just gloss over that like what the fuck??? Why does he get a pass for every shitty thing he's done??? "Bad writing" stfu this is the same dude that without hesitation kills random criminals, people who deal drugs, do you know how many random ass people deal drugs??? Jason doesn't give a single shit about being his own type of hero or saving Gotham his own way, nor do the people think of him as their savior!! Are you people fucking delusional?? I saw a post that said citizens would trust Jason over CASS and I cannot Believe the hallucinations yall are seeing???

It is literally downright impossible to find fics about Dick or Damian or Cass or fucking any of them that doesn't include these literal bullshit fanon takes!!! It's impossible!!! This fandom sucks!!!! You don't even need to go buy the comics, all these popular takes have been debunked right here on tumblr!!!! Also Dick can do literally everything!! He's hypercompetent as hell, die mad about it!! Jason doesn't like Wonder Woman???? Where the fuck did that come from??? Wayne Family Adventures is not real!!! Those people could not BE more out of character!!! Look at Bruce for crying out loud!!! Yall know that man ain't act like that!

Edit: leaving this here in case anyone wonders what my hot take is towards this question I was asked: "have you considered tho, that fanon is more fun..."

Well of course fanon is more fun if you're a fan of Jason or Tim. Fanon actively caters towards those two pasty white boys. Fanon actively shits on Dick and Damian though. And for Dick? He literally never did that shit! It is all made up! It's literal character assassination?? But by the fans?? And for Damian? He was 10!!! He grew up as an assassin! He was actively trying to grow with Dick's help! How can yall see him as the bad guy?? And not the literal bad guy, (Jason), and the 17 teen year old who literally fought him back btw, (Tim), like old boy did not act victimized the way you people portray. And Jesus for Cass? Cass is just a prop in fanon. So what exactly about this should be fun to me? Like seriously.

#dc comics #batman #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #anti jason todd #anti tim drake #anti batfamily fans #fanon bullshit #bat fans suck #i hate this place!!!#cant read anything!!!#bruce wayne #my posts

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renshengs · 6 months

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sorry if you get a ton of notifs bc i just found your account and have been scrolling through most of it!! but 1. THE REVERSE ROBINS JAYTIM?? you somehow drew my favorite trope and i didn’t even know it was my favorite bc i’ve only really seen it in a couple c-novels before. so thank you for that

2. the reverse robins damitim!! (i’m sensing a theme here, with me and reverse robin aus). would just love to hear more about them in that verse if you feel up to it!

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the 年下 nianxia trope in cnovels yess that was exactly what i had in mind while drawing reverse robins jaytim, you get it! it's about the little kid growing up to be sooo unbearably hot it sends everyone into a panic :)

as for damitim! i think the collective dynamic of the bats would be wildly different if damian came first... he'd be bruce levels of stoic but with a certain air of responsibility about him, an eldest child type of no-nonsense attitude, while if tim came second he'd maintain his like. general insanity and overcompensation and stalker habits etc etc. he and damian absolutely hate each other's guts at first, but out on the field they'd probably work together extremely well, which makes both of them mad LMAO

i imagine the shift happens when damian gets caught in an explosion at some point and wakes up in the cave to tim swearing and scowling at him like "i dug through the rubble for THREE HOURS, if it weren't for batgirl i would've killed you when i finally found you," except the whole time he's also holding an ice pack to damian's temple and his hands are all bandaged up. and damian just stares at them and is kind of like, "huh". later stephanie says "did tim tell you he winched a solid block of concrete off of you? he was crying because he thought he was too late" and yk, damian has an oh moment. after that he starts being more tolerant of tim's general nagging. a year later bruce picks up 13 year old jason from off the streets and jason takes to tim like a duck to water and damian starts lowkey beefing with him about it because he's embarrassing like that.

that's about as far as my brainrot has gotten... no idea who tim is interested in but he's like, probably 70% aware of the ridiculous love triangle he's been caught in.

(btw in this au damian is 3 yrs older than tim who's 5 yrs older than jason. so by the 2nd picture of the reverse robins jaytim art, dami is 27, tim is 24, and jay is 19. dami is batman at this point! bruce is retired and probably staying in metropolis every other week if you catch my drift)

#asks!#damitim #jaytim #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #dc #reverse robins

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reineydraws · 1 year

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Saw your most recent post and akjcsbakcb I LOVE HIM 😭😭

Also! I was wondering if you have any Jason hurt/comfort fic recs?

nonny, i have so many recs!!! possibly too many lol 🥲 it took a hot second but i narrowed it down to 12! first tho im just gonna recommend everything by @envysparkler (ao3) and @lurkinglurkerwholurks (ao3); ive cried liberally going through their whole works and it's all 👏 so 👏 good 👏👏👏

anyways, onto the rec list! ☀️ these are all batfamily hurt/comfort gen fics centred around jay & his family (usually bruce).

* btw these are in no particular order, and the word count is rounded to the nearest thousand! (ie. 3764 words will be listed as 4k)

If the Sky Comes Falling Down (For You) by lurkinglurkerwholurks | 21k

5 times jay saves his siblings + 1 time they save him. it's got some humour in it but it's also soft and involves the trope of all of them coming to his rescue when he thinks no one will :')

Breathing by lurkinglurkerwholurks | 4k

jay is extremely hurt in this one but he's also the one doing most of the comforting via dark humour while his family freaks out lol. spoiler alert: includes the trope of injury hiding (specifically the one where a character literally holds their guts together lol) so as to not worry anyone further

hellhole by envysparkler | 4k

jason gets caught in an explosion and doesnt know if anyone can hear him call for help bc no one is replying, so he crawls out of the wreckage himself. there is so much angst and it's so good. spoiler alert: ofc they hear him, he just cant hear them. and ofc he narrates everything out loud ;P

grave secrets by envysparkler | 5k

tw suicide attempt. jason decides to return himself to his grave after the joker incident, and starts digging. he is v obviously not in a good headspace; tim shows up to try to stop him, even tho he's still injured from jason attacking him at titans tower. a line that continues to haunt me: “Here Lies Jason Todd,” he recites, and shrugs, “I’m just following directions.”

A Psalm of Grief and Anguish by LeilaSecretSmith (orphan_account) | series: 9k total (4 works)

tw suicide attempt. after jason successfully kills the joker, he realizes there's nothing left for him now that he's achieved what he wants. bruce finds him on a rooftop. (dick, tim and damian are poised for a catch.)

Recollect, re-collect by Ptelea | 94k

jason gets hit with a spell that makes everyone forget about him. the counterspell involves everyone talking about why no one wants to forget him. also heavily about the robin mantle and legacy, so it becomes a very jason & dick family feels fic. my favourite thing about it is that there's this mantra dick teaches his successors: "Robins balance different than Bats."

Stargazer by LemonadeGarden | 48k

jason and bruce go on a road trip cuz they never did that before jay died. there's also a memory jason revisits often throughout the fic of b teaching him constellations and jay feeling safe and the wistfulness and longing surrounding it hurt so much but it's so good. 🥲 this fic makes me ache remembering it.

A GRAVE FILLED WITH BOOKS. by orpheusaki | 5k

sometimes it feels like everyone's grown up and jason's stuck at the age he got murdered. sometimes he doesnt recognize bruce as his dad anymore, with how much jay's death changed him. bruce lost his son, and jason lost his dad, but they still have each other the way they are now. they're still father & son.

World’s Saddest Breakfast Club by motleyfam | 7k

jason's just escaped captivity and needs to eat, so he decides to go to the manor at ass o'clock and cook the lobster that is supposed to be for bruce's bday dinner for himself. his siblings come into the kitchen one by one while he cooks and he cooks for them too. funny, warm, and very food as a metaphor for love.

Aftermath by ivy_and_ivory | 25k

this is a bit more plotty than the rest of them lol. the red hood kills the joker than disappears from gotham. later, batman meets an injured red hood in paris and have to work together for a case. he doesnt know it's jason (yet). this is the fic that made me really understand what bruce means when he says "if i start killing then i cant stop."

life, if well lived by CaptainOzone | 11k

jason accidentally time travels and meets thomas and martha wayne on what turns out to be The Day. jay'a full of complicated feelings about bruce, but at the end of the day, jay's still his son (and those are his grand-parents).

Both Ends of the Candle by Lunette3002 | 5k

jason's been overworking himself and his brothers stop by his apartment to tell him to slow down. ends in couch cuddles. 🥰

there ya go, anon! hope u enjoy :)))

#rei replies #fic recs #jason todd #batfamily #i made the spoiler alerts purple just for steph :'))) and bc it's more effective in another colour lol #jay's my second most bookmarked character on ao3 lol. literally hundreds of fics bookmarked. almost a whole thousand.#second only to bruce bc i spent a good portion of 2020 marathoning superbat fics haha

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maccreadysbaby · 6 months

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: vague mentions of abuse

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

jason is in this one for like a hot second being fairly nice yay

part eleven

❝ TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD? ❞

MONDAY — 5:57PM

“YOU CAN ONLY PUT DOWN A CARD FROM YOUR HAND IF IT MATCHES THE COLOR OR NUMBER ON TOP OF THE DECK,” Dick explained carefully, shuffling the cards in his hands like some fancy casino man. Bentley watched in quiet fascination as he skillfully weaved the cards between his fingers.

It was nearing nightfall. Damian and Duke had returned from school hours ago, each one disappearing to different parts of the Manor to work on schoolwork that they had to do at home, which Bentley found strange. He’d slept in a little late, but spent most of his time awake doing tricks with Titus and letting Dick teach him how to play various games they kept around the house. Bruce was working in his office, Alfred was everywhere and nowhere, and Tim was still holed up in his bedroom after getting told he couldn’t go to work with a fever that high. (How high, Bentley wasn’t sure, but Alfred had seemed adamant about it.)

Bruce had left Bentley’s bedroom sometime around six that morning. Bentley felt him pick him up and put him back at the top of the bed ever-so-gently, and felt his hand land on his head and stay there for a few beats. And then his footsteps faded out of the room. He probably had to get ready for work by then, the child assumed.

The whole night before (or morning, he guessed.) had been very strange. Bentley had been doing things around the Wayne’s all along that would set his father off, like crying, or admitting he was tired, but literally reaching out for someone after having a bad dream? His father probably would’ve hit him so hard he went through the floor. Bentley never reached out for his father, even if he was there. Bentley never reached out for anybody. Because it only gained him pain. He didn’t know what had gotten into him the night before to make him act like such a… child.

But Bruce had not only let the kid hold onto his sleeve like some kind of weird leech, but he held him. Literally held him. While he was crying and everything. And then stayed there for, like, an hour and a half and just kept holding him until he was confident enough that he could go back downstairs. Bentley’s father had never done anything like that.

And it made Bentley feel really weird that he ended up liking it so much. Especially with a stranger like Bruce. He was still a stranger, wasn’t he?

He tried not to compare Bruce to his father too much. It made him kind of sad.

But, nightmare or no nightmare, it had been a pretty nice day. Bruce hadn’t said anything about last night, and he was grateful. He’d had a pretty blissful time (attempting) to not think about it. He did notice, however, that Bruce seemed to keep a watchful eye on him when Alfred brought him down for breakfast after the others had left for school. Not the kind of watchful eye his father used to dawn, though, that made him nervous and fidgety. It was different. He couldn’t really place why.

“When you have one card left in your hand, you say uno. It’s Spanish for one,” Dick explained, dealing them each seven cards. “If you can’t put anything down, you draw one from the deck.”

They were sitting in the downstairs den, facing each other on one of the long couches — the same den they’d watched the documentary about cats in. The bright golden sunset was shining through the curtains and illuminating the room nicely. Bentley had the game instructions (aka, a wildly stained and crumbled piece of paper.) sitting in front of him so he could read what each of the special cards did. Alfred (the cat) was sitting behind Bentley, curled against his back and purring. Titus had been in there with them earlier but bee-lined out of the room when he heard Damian arrive home.

He had been having a lot of fun letting Dick teach him classic games, as he called them. His father didn’t own games.

Dick placed the deck face-down and drew the first one off the top, laying it right side up on the couch between them.

Red five.

Bentley scanned the cards in his hand, and after a moment, put down a red two.

“Like that?” He questioned, adjusting the cards in his hand.

“Yep, just like that,” Dick put a red three on top of it, so Bentley put a blue three on top of that.

Bentley had considered putting his father’s plan in motion that morning. When it was just him and Tim upstairs, before he went down for breakfast.

Hit your targets when they’re at their weakest, his father’s voice had echoed in his head. Hit them when they least expect it from you.

It would have been an ideal time to go twist some words and shove them into Tim’s head, when he was sick and feverish and vulnerable. Bentley even had a plan for this sort of thing — it was easy to plant doubt in people simply by asking them questions, and who had more questions than the child that just got brought into the house two days ago? It was the perfect excuse to ask him all kinds of things about Bruce and his real parents. (Neglect was the word in Bentley’s father’s file, but he didn’t really know what that word meant.)

But, for some reason, Bentley felt bad just thinking about it.

So he didn’t. He’d get his father’s plan done, he would. Just not today. He was only three days in anyhow, he had ninety-seven more.

After a moment of silence, Dick groaned dramatically and drew a card from the deck. “Already backing me into a corner. This is what happens every time I play with Damian.”

After realizing Dick wasn’t going to put a card down, Bentley put a blue skip on top of his three, then a green skip, then a green 2x, which supposedly meant Dick had to draw cards and lose his turn.

“Has he been tutoring you?” He mumbled as he drew a pair of cards. Bentley smiled lightly and put down a green five.

“Uno,”

“I literally have nine cards,”

“Grayson,” Bentley jumped when a third voice echoed from behind them, turning to glance at Damian, whose arms were crossed. He was still in his neatly pressed school uniform, the same one Bentley had seen in his father’s photos. Something about him was different. A little tense, maybe, like Bentley’s father got when he was annoyed. Titus was by his side. “Drake is requesting your presence in a rather dramatic manner.”

Dick creased his brow, rising from the couch. “Okay, cover for me,” He stated, shoving his fan of cards in Damian’s hands as he passed on his way out of the room.

Damian made a tt sound, before heading over to the couch and taking Dick’s seat. Titus jumped up next to him, settling on the cushions. “He’s losing terribly, I see.”

Damian placed a green five on top of the pile, and Bentley huffed. His last card was a yellow nine.

“Is he okay?” Bentley questioned quietly, drawing a card off of the top of the deck.

“Drake? He will be fine,” Damian stated, laying a green two down. “He often lets his physical condition get the better of him.”

Bentley put down a green four. “Uno.”

Damian laid down a 4x. Bentley drew his four cards and Damian laid down a red two. “I see you’ve become an adequate companion to the animals in my absence.”

Bentley glanced back at the cat. “I like them.”

“They enjoy being around you, as well.”

Both boys glanced up when Bruce whizzed past the door in a black blur, disappearing in the same direction Dick had.

Bentley still didn’t understand why this family flocked to one another when someone was sick.

Bentley put down a red reverse, then a red skip, then a red seven. Damian put down a red five, and Bentley put down a yellow five. “Uno.”

Damian put down a yellow three and Bentley put down his yellow nine, successfully emptying his hand of cards.

Damian made the tt sound again. “I only lost because of Grayson’s incompetence,” He muttered, gathering up the cards and shuffling them.

Over the next little while, they played a few more games. Bentley ended up with two wins and Damian with three.

“Boys,”

They both glanced back at the doorway, where Bruce was standing. “Dick and I are taking Tim to the doctor,” He stated flatly, eyeing Damian only a little bit weird, like he knew something Bentley didn’t. “I’m not sure how long we’ll be gone, but Alfred is making dinner.”

“Alright,” Damian replied blankly. Bentley nodded, and Bruce smiled at them, disappearing just as fast as he appeared.

Bentley wondered if Tim was actually sick, or if it was some secret superhero thing he wasn’t supposed to know about.

They were gone for a long time. Damian, Duke, and Bentley ate dinner with Alfred, and they watched something about fish, and then they scattered to go to bed, and Bruce, Dick, and Tim still weren’t back.

And it was storming. Which wasn’t a big deal. Why would it be a big deal? It wasn’t.

It was pitch black outside now, and rain was violently pelting the side of the house, creating an unsettlingly loud layer of white noise. The minutes on his clock seemed to drag on way longer than usual — it had been 10:58pm for at least twenty minutes now.

It wasn’t a big deal is what Bentley kept saying to himself from his spot on his bed. Every time the thunder cracked, he leaped out of his skin. It was his second night in a row clutching the covers of his bed in the dark.

Why did this have to be happening right now?

So long as you stay scared, you’re weak, Bentley’s father’s voice resurfaced again. Whittakers aren’t weak.

He buried his face in his pillow and stayed like that for a while.

Thunderstorms had never mixed well with him. When he was younger it was screaming and crying, but now, it was just a combination of biting his tongue and trembling because the other things had been trained out of him. (Mostly.)

Maybe if he pretended to be fine, no one would know. No one would swing the door open and call him pathetic and hit him with the first thing they could get in their hand.

That’s what his father always did.

The thunder was just getting louder, to the point where it was rumbling the bed under him. He found himself stifling little sounds of fear at the sharp and sudden crack! that kept slicing through the air.

He was fine.

But every time the thunder rumbled, and the lightning flashed, he imagined his father ripping his bedroom door open. He ended up putting his head under the covers so he stopped watching his door to wait for his dad. He was at the Manor.

A particularly loud crack sounded, and he almost leaped off the bed because he could’ve swore he heard the door fly open.

But when the next flash of lightning came, it was closed. He was alone. It was just him in there, and he needed…

To get out. He needed to get out of the bedroom. It was too much like his.

He shakily pushed himself off of the bed, inching toward the door silently. Surely the unending rain and terrible thunder would cover up any creaks he made.

He wasn’t going to bother anybody — not Alfred, or Damian, or Duke. They were all probably sound asleep. Instead, he just needed to find somewhere to go. Somewhere where the storm might not be so loud. On the first floor, maybe?

Fear was just about the only thing propelling him forward as he made his way down the dim hall, heading toward the stairs. Every bit of common sense that would tell him not to traverse a multi-million dollar mansion at night was lost. The lights were on downstairs, but he didn’t hear anyone. So he kept taking it one step at a time. He continued into the empty entryway where the front door was, turning quickly into the first room he saw.

It was a library. Dimly lit by a few precariously placed lamps, it reminded him somewhat of home. The walls were lined floor to ceiling with bookshelves, multicolored spines giving the room a fantasy kind of feel. There was a fireplace at the front of the room that wasn’t on, and furniture spread around the large room into various sitting spaces.

And no windows.

He sighed lightly and walked inside, climbing up on a couch that sat against the wall. He pulled his knees up and rested his head on them. Maybe he could wait out the storm here and go back up without Bruce, or Alfred, or Dick, or anybody noticing. Thunder cracked but it wasn’t as shrill as it had been upstairs.

“I’m pretty sure Bruce didn’t have a redhead last time I was here,”

Bentley yelped in surprise when a voice emanated from the other side of the room. He anxiously traced every piece of furniture until he found the silhouette of who was speaking, holed up in an armchair in the corner, reading a book.

Jason Todd. Bentley knew as soon as he saw the white tuft of hair that stuck out at the front of his head. He was perched in the chair in sweats like he’d been here forever, even though Bentley never even knew he came inside the manor.

“You must be Bentley,”

He only nodded, his face turning a bit pink from his sudden outburst. Maybe Jason couldn’t see it in the dim room.

“I’m Jason,”

Bentley said nothing.

“Running from the storm?”

Bentley still didn’t say anything, glancing the opposite way. He was pretty sure that question didn’t actually need to be answered, because he was curled up on a couch and trembling in the middle of the night when he should be asleep. Not really the way he wanted to meet Red Hood.

He heard Jason shift slightly. “Me too.”

Bentley glanced over at him. Surely the Red Hood wasn’t afraid of thunder. He still stayed silent, wrapping his arms around his knees and resting his chin on them. He flinched when the thunder cracked again, and he was hoping Jason didn’t notice, but he could feel his eyes from the other end of the room anyways.

How many Waynes did he need to embarrass himself in front of before he learned his lesson?

He huffed, leaning lightly on the arm of the couch. A few silent moments later and it thundered again, and to Bentley’s horror, he made a weird squeak in the back of his throat.

“Atticus said to Jem one day, "I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the backyard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird." That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it. "Your father’s right," she said. "Mockingbirds don’t do one thing except make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corn cribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”

Bentley glanced over at Jason strangely. He was still reading his book just like he had been, expression and position unchanged. What was he trying to do?

“‘Miss Maudie, this is an old neighborhood, ain't it?" "Been here longer than the town.’”

The thunder cracked again, but Bentley was able to focus on what Jason was saying instead. So he listened to him read a (kind of weird) book for a while, even though the storm was still raging outside, and slowly but surely faded into a light slumber on the arm of the couch.

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He jumped when someone picked him up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just taking you up to bed,” The child’s anxiety stilled when he recognized Bruce’s voice, and he relaxed into him, wrapping his arms around his neck to keep himself from falling. (Even though he knew Bruce probably wouldn’t have dropped him anyways.) “The storm is over now.”

Bentley meant to say something, but it came out as more of an unintelligible hum against Bruce's shoulder. He thought he heard him say something along the lines of thank you, Jason, but he wasn’t actually sure. He just let himself be carried through the house and up the stairs, and Bruce laid him in his bed and tucked him in, touching his head the same way he did the night before.

Bentley fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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cr1mson5returns · 8 months

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I can't really explain this phenomenon outside of my own experience with it, but it's true that sometimes siblings have to hate each other and have massive conflict before they can reach a point where they care about each other and feel close in any way. My anecdotal evidence for this is my relationship with my little sister. There are 13 years, 2 months, and 10 days between us, and at age 17 I couldn't have cared less what she wanted or what she thought of me. I was a shitty big sister and I know it; it was mostly because I was the most suicidal I've ever been, but it's not an excuse.

As my symptoms got worse and more pronounced over the years, it came to a head. My sister could tell that I was wrapped up in myself and being a small human, that made her angry. I could tell that she had no concept of why I was wrapped up in myself and that made me angry. For a hot minute we really hated each other. But I moved out, and we got space between us, and we both grew. And now, at almost-27 and having cut contact with the rest of my family, I haven't changed my phone number specifically because I want to be the one who picks up if/when she calls needing my help. I'd kill anyone who looked at her sideways. I'd die for her a million times over without a second thought. She's an amazing kid and I would do whatever it takes to make sure she knows that. We just had to work through a period where we had massive conflict first, because I think in some way it cemented for us that the love was real at the end. We were basically arch-nemeses, and then we chose to love each other anyway.

This is why I feel like 19-year-old Tim Drake and 12/13-year-old Damian Wayne deserve to be weirdly bonded brothers who give their dad so much gray hair.

#i will always bring it back to the batfamily and that's a threat #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #batfamily #cr1mson's thoughts

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Perfect (Jason Todd Drabble)

Fandom: DC, Batman, Jason Todd, Red Hood

Word Count: 848

TW: Fluff, Insecurities, Reassurance, Nerves, Language, Pants Taken Off (No Funny Business)

“Jay, I’m so sorry! I swear it was an accident!” you say as you quickly lead him into the bathroom.

Your boyfriend tries to smile reassuringly at you, but it is marred by a slight wince of discomfort. The second the two of you enter the bathroom and close the door, you are on your knees in front of him, fumbling with his belt. Jason tries to help but you swat his hands away. Finally, you get the buckle undone and you quickly slide off his slacks. He lets out a soft sigh of relief as you wince at his bright red thighs.

“Does it hurt too bad?” you ask as you stand and carry his pants over to the sink.

“Nah, trust me, I’ve survived worse than a bowl of hot soup in my lap,” Jason chuckles. You hand him a washcloth soaked in cold water and he carefully dabs at his legs.

“Again, I’m so sorry. Everyone was asking me questions all at the same time and I just got a little overwhelmed. I never even saw Alfred walking towards the table when I tried to stand up.” You start scrubbing at the stain on Jason’s pants. “God, I’m usually so much better than this! I mean, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve met a boyfriend’s family, but I’ve never felt this much pressure to make a good impression. And look how that turned out.” You throw the rag you are holding into the sink.

Jason smiles softly. “You have nothing to be scared of when it comes to my family. Just because Bruce owns most of the city, Dick is a decorated cop, Tim is a certified genius, and Damian knows three different ways to kill someone with a paper clip, it doesn’t make this any different from meeting anyone else’s family.”

“Yes, it is different. Not because of all that stuff, I’m not intimidated by their achievements or skills, or the fact they are the city’s premier team of vigilantes. I’m terrified because they’re your family.” You walk over to where he is sitting on the counter, legs spread wide, and you slide between them as your hands rest on his broad chest. “Jay, I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest. Terrified I’m going to do something and screw this up. Terrified you’ll come to your senses and realize you can do better than me. Terrified your family won’t like me and you’ll break up with me. And I just-”

“Baby,” Jason reaches out and cups your face in his hand. “First of all, if my family doesn’t like you, that’s not necessarily a negative in my book. I really don’t care what they think, I just know you’ve been wanting to meet them. Second of all, there is no one better than you. Ever. And third of all….. I’m just as terrified as you are. Maybe more.”

Your face scrunches in confusion. “You’re not scared of anything. Why would you be scared of this?”

“Apparently the same reasons you are,” he chuckles. “You are so smart, and kind, and perfect, I still can’t begin to figure out what you see in me. And I can’t help but worry that every new thing you learn about me might be the thing that finally scares you away.”

“So…” you say slowly. “I’m scared you’re going to leave because you’re too good for me. And you’re scared I’m going to leave because I’m too good for you…. Why don’t we just agree we are both perfect for each other and never leave?”

Jay smiles and rests his forehead on yours. “Now, that my brilliant girlfriend, is why I love you.” He places a finger under your chin and draws you in for a long, lingering kiss which you wholeheartedly return.

But your tender moment is quickly interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. “You two lovebirds better not be doing anything X-rated in there. Alfred just served up the main course.”

Jason sighs as he breaks off the kiss. “Fuck off, Dick. We’ll be out in a minute.”

You hear Dick snickering softly as he walks away. Giving Jason one more small peck on the cheek, you say, “I guess we should head back out.” You grab Jason’s pants off the counter and wince. “I think I got most of the stain off, but they’re still soaking wet. Do you want to run upstairs and grab another pair?”

“Nah, I’m done trying to impress them for one night.” He pulls on his tie so it now hangs loose and crooked. And as he jumps off the counter and heads towards the bathroom door in nothing but his underwear and dress shirt, he winks at you. “Besides, Bruce is the one who made Dick and me run around the city in those stupid Robin shorts for so long. I don’t think he has much of an argument on what is considered appropriate attire.” And with that, Jason throws open the door and walks proudly toward the dining room.

#sfw repost #drabble #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #dick grayson #batman #dc #dc x reader #fluff

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Perfect (Jason Todd Drabble)

Fandom: DC, Batman, Jason Todd, Red Hood, gn!reader

Word Count: 848

TW: Fluff, Insecurities, Reassurance, Nerves, Language, Pants Taken Off (No Funny Business)

Notes: Thank you to @lenaswritingandstuff for requesting “I swear it was an accident.” and “I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.” with Jason Todd! 💖

“Jay, I’m so sorry! I swear it was an accident!” you say as you quickly lead him into the bathroom.

“Does it hurt too bad?” you ask as you stand and carry his pants over to the sink.

“Nah, trust me, I’ve survived worse than a bowl of hot soup in my lap,” Jason chuckles. You hand him a washcloth soaked in cold water and he carefully dabs at his legs.

Your face scrunches in confusion. “You’re not scared of anything. Why would you be scared of this?”

But your tender moment is quickly interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. “You two lovebirds better not be doing anything X-rated in there. Alfred just served up the main course.”

Jason sighs as he breaks off the kiss. “Fuck off, Dick. We’ll be out in a minute.”

Tag List: @loverhymeswith, @edwardbaldwin, @sunshineflowerchild789, @blue-aconite, @happinessricardotapia

#drabble #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x gn!reader #gn!reader #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x gn!reader #dick grayson #batman #dc #dc x reader #fluff

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froldgapp · 2 years

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These days, Barbara usually woke before him. It wasn’t always this way. When they’d first started whatever this was, she’d fall into consciousness to the sense of him already somewhere else in her apartment; the kitchen, the shower. He had a habit of rearranging her books and her records. He did this when she was sleeping, of course. Impatient, pedantic and petulant. A robin. Occasionally, if he was in the mood to pretend she was quiet enough to sneak up on him, she’d catch him staring out at Gotham through the large lounge window, the city suspended in the morning amber. It was always quietest in those hours before the trains started running, before the bodies were discovered by tired workers starting their shifts. He once said he loved summer mornings in Gotham the most; that it felt like a held breath. The window was open and the cool air pushed his dark hair from his face and he said, “It’s so quiet. You can pretend it’s all over. There’s nothing left to do.” He impressed her in those early days in a way he never did before or since. When Tim Drake emerged from the second great depression in his short life, it was like she saw him for the first time. What Tam Fox must once have seen, surely. A confounding, compelling creature that had a seeing-eye picture’s deceptive allure of coming into focus just when you thought there was nothing interesting to see. Desperately sad too. In need of rescuing. A cliche, but a fucking solid one. One day when she bumped into him coming out of the bathroom at the manor, she was affronted to discover that he was actually very beautiful. Black hair, blue eyes, an acrobat’s shoulders (an acrobat’s waist, forearms, ass). A hot energy pooled in her stomach, even as she laughed and shoved him out of her way, he protesting in that Lenny Bruce abomination of an accent of his. But when she’d closed the bathroom door behind her, she’d leant her head against her chair and said, “Fuck” and then, “No.” She was not going to fall for Tim Drake at Dick Grayson’s anniversary dinner. She did.

[Into My Arms here or keep reading below]

They fell for each other. Into each other. With each other. Down and down and down into a grief they’d both considered as bloodless as dried flowers. They were wrong. It was just waiting for them to find each other. Dick Grayson had died. Sudden arrhythmic death syndrome. 33. He wasn’t discovered for three days. They all told each other it wasn’t each other’s fault like they were salaried to. Dick was in Bludhaven. They were busy. Gotham was falling apart. Jason was falling apart. Dick was living his life. So and so had just spoken to him. Dick was always so okay . How could it be that the most beloved of them could lie alone for three days? It was high summer. Thinking of it brought Barbara to the edge of madness. Tim quit the nighttime gig, restarted, quit again, moved to Vietnam, moved back. Fought an eating disorder, fought Bruce, fought Jason, almost killed Damian, was almost killed by Damian. Took up the mantle of Nightwing at Bruce’s behest and quickly made the first of two attempts on his own life. She’d only heard about all this second hand, of course. She was too busy playing her own part: stoic, noble Barbara. Tragic Barbara. A perversion of Eurydice. Strong, weak Barbara. Broken but persevering Barbara. Lonely but admirable. Who could love again after loving and being loved by Dick? But it happened. Because loving Tim Drake felt so much like loving Dick sometimes it felt like her chest might implode. Tim, beautiful, fragile, incidental Tim, was a priest through whom she could commune with the most perfect human any of them would ever know. Sometimes when he eased her backwards onto the bed, his chest a hard panel and his cool hands searching, she’d close her eyes and pretend he was Dick. She knew it was wrong. She found it hard to care. She suspected he knew what she was doing too. Maybe he was living out his own Dick Grayson fantasy. He always had been the magpie of the family. It took them months to look each other in the eye; he’d make love with his mouth pressed against her neck. Occasionally he wept. Once he screamed. Tim was as old now as Dick was when he died. Still boyish, if anything he was slimmer now than he was in his 20s. He still got IDed when he picked wine up for her. He didn’t drink. God forbid. Instead he drank water while Barbara scried the past in a glass of Tempranillo. He’d endured more than a few drunken explosions of hers, nodded patiently when she called him a “fucking facsimile” and held her, humming into her hair when she burst into shameful tears. In the end, he did go back to being Nightwing. Was so now. Different colours, a different mandate and a whole new dynamic. Jason not speaking to him, for example. Barbara told Tim he’d come around. Jason needed time. When she met Jason, she told him Tim was the best thing he had, that he needed to stop blaming Tim for everyone else’s mistakes, and then held his hand while he choked on silent tears. He missed his brother, couldn’t bear to love another one the same way. She got it. He was a good man. Bruce was cueing Tim up to be Batman, that much was clear. A pinch hitter while Damian matured and mellowed. Tim said he would never. He would rather die. Barbara wasn’t so sure. Tim never could let the project fail. If she could help it, she’d keep Tim away from the cowl. Dick wouldn’t have wanted that life for him. So, she was learning–slowly–to protect the boundaries of their own little empire: a loft apartment, little Haley the dog, and a pair of rescued cats Tim never fully learned to trust. She watched him boil chicken and pak choi with the same amount of focus he used to solve the world’s most complex enigmas. She watched him run through his conditioning exercises in the morning, sometimes walking on his hands to scare the cats. She watched him flick through photos on an old phone, huffing that laugh of his that sometimes turned into a sputtering cough. She waited at home when she wasn’t running coms, sometimes too much like a certain kind of woman she thought she’d never be: the kind who waits for the police officer’s knock. She loved Tim as a person, as a conduit, as an artefact. She loved him as a substitute, she loved him as an almost, a nearly, a not-quite. She loved him as a sound and a scent. As a friend, as an ally and as a man who gave his whole life to a Gotham that had taken so much from them both. She loved him most of all because he understood her and he held her grief with the kind of grace he would never give himself. Okay, she thought, I’ll hold it for him.

#tim drake #barbara gordon #dick grayson #jason todd #fanfic

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zorilleerrant · 2 years

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fic writing notes on my phone currently:

outline for a chapter (notably not the first chapter) of a Monkey Prince Everything Everywhere All At Once AU

finished but unedited Joker Junior aftermath fic that’s essentially just Jason & Tim bonding

outlines of several chapters (not in order) of the Other Jason fic, which I do currently have several more chapters of ready to go if anyone wants them, but I’m not sure if anyone is still reading that

outline for the next chapter of my Monkey Prince OC fic

outline for a Death & Jason fic

outline for what I think is chapter 2 or 3 of my time traveling Terry & psychotic!Jason fic

outline for a Marcus/Billy fic I wrote because someone was sad it’s a rarepair and I want to bulk out the fic count

outline for a mistaken identity TimBer fic where Tim is the only member of the Batfam who turns out to be cis

outline for the second half of the sequel to Robin’s Egg Blue which is Marcus & Pigsy hilariously failing to communicate (which may only be actually funny to me)

outline for the first chapter of the Laura/Winston fake marriage AU where they’re on the run from the feds. part of the second chapter too

the beginning of an October Daye fic where Quentin is cursed into having a harem in order to summon Oberon back

outline for a Pennyworth fic about Patricia Wayne

outline for the conclusion of Kate And Katie Destroy The World

the beginning of the Monkey Prince Animal Crossing fic

outline for a Dead Dove PJO fic

outline for the next chapter of a Monkey Prince (platonic) soulmate AU, or at least I hope it’s the next chapter

outline for also the damn conclusion of a full series QaF rewrite where the emotional impact doesn’t exist because I didn’t write the rest of it!!

outline for an angsty SuperBat breakup fic (DKoS)

half an outline for Kryptonian Sex Ed (feat. my OC Dave)

outline for a rewrite of Jon-El coming out to his holodad

outline for a random scene in my The Graysons Live AU

outlines for like. 2.3 chapters in Batfam Goes to Therapy

notes on a very Dead Dove Gotham fic

outline for a chapter (not the next one!) of my Dick time travel story, where Dick and Constantine are talking about the ins and outs of the spell he used and how Dick is stuck there and also hot

outline for a random scene in my fic that is just titled, in both my notes and the word document, MCU Jason

the ending of a fic I was going to write (but at this point, realistically, probably never will) about that Chuck Tingle version of HP

finished but unedited fic about Jack & Jill from the Every Heart a Doorway series, kind of bleak for a fixit

something titled Draco Mpreg which is not as bad as it seems

something titled Harleycest which is probably worse than it seems but I can’t honestly tell anymore

an outline of a scene that would exist in an Arrowverse/Birds of Prey (2003) crossover, if I actually planned to write that fic, which I don’t, considering it’s mostly a setup to a stupid punchline (the punchline is that Tweety Bird is also a canary)

outline for a scene in a UtRH rewrite where Bruce kills the Joker and Jason, upon returning from the dead, vows revenge for such an egregious betrayal by becoming the Joker

finished but unedited Kate/Yelena fic

a scene snippet from an AU in which the Waynes are a low level mob family Alfred is a homeless vet who poses as Bruce’s grandfather so he’s free to dress up as a bat without intervention

notes on a YJ crossover about Dog

several scenes from a Grey’s Anatomy s/i fic that is only for me and not something I will be showing anyone (no offense)

a whole bunch of scenes from an AU in which Dick adopted Dami and is trying to take care of him as Ric

something titles Star War which I swear is a fic I already posted but I’m not even sure at this point

outlines of several scenes in the Other Damian fic which I do seem to have abandoned for the moment??? since I haven’t touched those notes since January apparently???

the beginning of a Marcus & Billy fic that I think was about The Trans Journey but honestly I never knew where I was going with it and hell if I remember it now

further scenes of the Xanthippe fic outlined

okay I definitely posted “““character study””” I am bad at labelling my notes in a way that I can remember what they’re even supposed to be about

outline for a chapter of Do You Remember Paige Tico Now

outline for the next two sections of the psychotic!Dick story which I think actually finishes the story and yet! I never managed to actually put those words on paper

random other notes about my oc Dave

okay is this the outline for the next chapter of my Gary/Casey story or the last one that I already wrote and did I finish that one? there are more notes on this story elsewhere, too!! somewhere!!

outlines for some scenes in my Spike Spiegel batfam AU

outlines for some scenes in my Doctor Who AU that’s like. opposite day I guess. it’s a character swap. mostly about Captain Jack’s brother Gray who is not actually called Gray Harkness but I haven’t checked what his character tag is on AO3. mostly this is funny jokes about translation errors across time and space

notes on Sparkles McVillain

outline for a super angsty scene in Earth 420 which is, as the name suggests, mainly supposed to be comedy

outline for Even More Bones, a Lucifer future fic

this is not including my origfic notes, or the shorter notes that are all smushed together into one note because they’re shorter. in conclusion I really need to go back on adderall you guys I would be completely unstoppable

I mean this is mostly a callout for myself but feel free to ask me about anything on this list. it might convince me to work on it. (for reference, outline means I need to add in details but it genuinely is the whole thing laid out)

tune in next time for: fics that I posted on tumblr but never managed to post to AO3, fics that are fully written on my computer but I simply haven’t posted and have no idea why, fics that are almost done but for some reason I haven’t managed to finish, and fics on my ideas list that don’t have enough information and I can no longer tell what they even mean

#look i said something #what I'm working on #for a very loose definition of working on (tho many of these are recent)#long post

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ilyalljasonsandnon-jasonsthesame · 2 years

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Young Justice season 3

I'm back

Ep 1

Omg cool intro

Brb, crying

Ahhh shit, time skip again

OMFG WTF

WHAT IN HEAVENS NAME????

I'm scared

This already looks bad

STEPH??????

Is that Damian or Tim???

OMG BRUCE????? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK????

OH MY GOD

Oof

Oh, it's Tim

Oooooooo GET HIS ASS Black Lightning (nothing against b, really, guy just looked real badass calling it Batman inc and I gotta stan)

Ofc Dick was right

Roy?

Oof

Oh god

OMGGGGG HE PROPOSED OMG

Omg the plushie 🥺🥺🥺

Ep 2

I LOVE YOU GARTH <3333

What a mess

Ughhh this fucking guy

Oh shit

What on earth??????

Ep 3

OMG GAR'S AN ACTOR????

AND HE'S DATING A QUEEN???????

Yes darling, kill indeed

Dear lord

Ep 4

Awwww i love lian <33333

Ok, now I'm a little worried about Dick

Brb, crying

"Can I shoot the guy?" "Yes, you can shoot the guy" 😭😭😭

He called him Wall :((((

I'll cry

Ep 5

This is all too sad

Ep 6

I've got the feeling these VR things are going to be a problem eventually

EXACTLY Dick, don't act like you didn't use to do this kinda thing all the time

HE KILLED HER?????

WHO'S THAT YOUNG BOY???????? TELL ME NOW

Thank god, she came back

I KNOW WHO HE IS I KNOW IT

LOOK THERE'S A REASON HE'S FIGHTING DICK SPECIFICALLY

AHHHHHH OMGGGGG TALIA AND DAMIAN <33333

BUT I KNOW THAT BOY IS JASON, IT JUST MAKES SENSE, THE ONLY SOLDIER LEFT, IT HAS TO BE HIM

YES

YES IT'S HIM

I KNEW IT

I FUCKING KNEW IT

YESSSSSSS OMG

I JUST SAW HIM ONE SECOND AND I KNEW IT WAS HIM

DICK JUST LEFT AND HIS TWO LITTLE BROTHERS ARE THERE AND HE DIDN'T NOTICE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

GO BACK GOD DAMN IT GO BACK!!!!!!

Ummmm isn't Dick giving Brion the same speech Bruce gave him back then???

Ep 7

"KALIBAK HAS DADDY ISSUES" HELP 😭😭😭

Well, don't we all?

Oh shit, Starro

Bansjajsbsh oh god, it's like your father letting you drive his car. Scary

Oh god

Ep 8

Shade is scary??? It's kinda turning me on????

Yes, you gotta stop saying that kinda things, it makes you hotter

It's just so funny, you literally can't scape Batman, like, you can get away from him but there's at least one (1) bat per superhero team. They're everywhere

://// Jade...

OMGGGGG SPOILER AND ORPHAN <333333

Also, why is Bruce being kind of an ass?????

I love Cass

I just love it when they come in through the ceiling

Omg he's even hotter in a suit

Sorry Di, but you should know already that Gatekeeping is the bats' favorite hobby

Ep 9

Jon!!!!! <33333

What the fuck is wrong with this guy??????? Ugh

GOOD

WELL FUCKING DONE SHIVA 👏👏👏

WTF

Oh good, he's alive

Klarion <3

Ep 10

Geo and Halo are so cute <333

He does that honey, get used to it

Jade :(((((

Ep 11

You're losing your son, man...

HARPER!! <333

Sorry man, you could've done better as a father

Ep 12

:(((

Told you those googles would be bad news

FUCKING GOD

OH MY FUCKING GOD

OH MY GOD

JASON!!!!!

JASON 😭😭😭😭

Screaming, crying, throwing up

Wait

Hold on

Wait a moment

Alright

Shit

Omg

Jason :((((

Jay...

DON'T LET THOSE THINGS TOUCH JASON

PLEASE

I KNOW IT'S NOT REAL BUT STILL

JUST SEEING HIM KIND OF ALIVE AS PART OF YOUR IMAGINATION IS ENOUGH

Oh shit, my feelings

This season is really fucking me up

OMG TTG STYLE!!!!

Dude... this is fucked up...

Oh god

Ok, I'm actually crying now

OMG THOSE TWO FINALLY GOT TOGETHER!!!!

Ep 13

Ok??? You didn't have to be so harsh, Dick????

I love icyboy

I think he has the potential to be good one day

Oh god, the twins look old and they did NOT age well

I really like this Jefferson guy

I knew she was still mind controlled

GOD JUST STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE KIDS YOU GROSS WEIRDO

Someone really needs to be castrated

Like, really, why is he always preying on the kids???? It's sickening

Ep 14

I love Guy

He's just neat

HE WHAT?????!!!!!

GO BB!!!

Guy's officially the best

So Halo's non binary? Good for them <3

YESSS BEST BOY'S BACK!!! <333

Why is his sister pretty? She adopted???

Desaad

Look, I don't find him hot. Just interesting

Hmmmm idk, scientist kinda sus

Ep 15

Ahhh shit suicide squad

This is all too calm, something terrible's gonna happen

OH MY GOD

GOD

Shit

Ep 16

I love Perdita

Ughhhh that idiot

I hate him sm

Omfg good hit Perdita

Oh shit

Oh god, those two dating?

Mood

Shit

I'M TELLING YOU, SHE'S SUS

Ep 17

Oh god

GO BEAST BOY <333

Idk, I still don't trust her

Girl get outta there you're gonna get hurt 😭😭😭

Why does she talk like that?

Shit

BAHAHAHAHAJABAJAH GET RECKT OLD MAN

I love Lian 🥺🥺🥺

Ep 18

WHAT?

Oh god

Funeral??????

Klarion <333333

He's such a brat <3

Everything I aspire to be

OH MY GOD

WHAT THE SHIT

She what???

:(((((

WHAT THE SHIT

This is only slightly traumatizing

I really love him sm

OH MY FUCKING GOD

WHAT IN THE NAME OF EVERYTHING THAT'S RIGHT AND HOLY????????

FORGIVE ME FATHER, THEY HAVE SINNED

Teenagers really scare the living shit out of me rn

I love Terra and Artemis bonding

On other news, Slade should really get castrated

Ep 19

Oh god

This shit only gets worse

LOL POOR BART 😭😭😭 used for cheap propaganda

GOD I HATE LUTHOR SO MF MUCH

Oh god, benching is not so good

:(((((

Oh shit

GOD i just can tell, this episode is gonna end BAD

BAHAHQHAHAHAJHAHA GET RECKT LUTHOR

Oh god Bruce

Rich people things ig

Ep 20

YOU TELL HIM VICTOR

Oh my god

OMG KALDUR HAS A BOYFRIEND???

NICE

A happy ending? In this economy???

Ep 21

Shit

KALDUR DON'T LET YOUR BF GO

KNOWING THE NATURE OF THIS SEASON, HE'LL DIE :((((((

How did she say it so calm? HER WATER JUST BROKE. PRE-PARENTAL PANIC!!!

KALDUR WTF

God no

Oh shit, BB and Cyborg left unsupervised

Oh god

SHE'S GONNA MAKE HER DAUGHTER A META???

GOD I HATE THAT OLD LADY

I KNEW IT

I FUCKING KNEW IT

I TOLD Y'ALL SHE WAS UP TO SMT

I. WAS. RIGHT.

Ep 22

GET AWAY FROM THE FUCKING KID NOW

God, he's sick

OMG ALFRED <3

I told you you couldn't scape Batman inc., they're everywhere

WHAT THE SHIT DUDE

WTF

I'M TELLING YOU SHE'S BAD

GOD SHE'S FUCKED UP

UGH GROSS GROSS GROSS

OH SHIT THAT FUCKING EQUATION

TELL HIM BARBARA, YOU FUCKING TELL HIM

SHE'S FUCKING CRAZY

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HER??????

Ep 23

FUCKING SHIT

This is bad

This is so so bad

Dick :((

Shit

Brb, crying

Fucking shit man

Ep 24

Fucking shit

YOU GO VIC!!!

Ugh this idiot

Ep 25

Dude :(((((

In actual tears now

I swear my head hurts from crying

IT'S NOT FAIR

IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR

Ep 26

WHAT THE SHIT???

This is going horribly easy

It's gonna be super bad

GET RECKT DEATHSTROKE

OH MY GOD

That I was NOT expecting

WHAT THE SHIT, BRION??????

OMFG YOU GO CONNER!!!!!

UGH not this crazy woman again

WHAT THE SHIT WAS THAT AT THE END? THAT RING? THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS???

On other news, WHERE. IS. JASON??????????

#dc comics #young justice season 3 #young justice #yj season 3

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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Seized

An addition to Approval. Do not read this until reading that first.

Character: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader // Damian Wayne x Batmom

Summary: What happens when Talia Al Ghul learns that someone has stolen the affections of her past lover and her son?

Word Count: 3,000 [One Shot]

“Delinquents have been detained. I can hear the sirens,” Damian stated calmly in his comms.

“Good work, Robin. You know where to meet me. You have a minute,” Bruce responded as he whipped the bat mobile through Crime Alley to grab his son.

Just as Damian opened the door and hopped in, an alarm went off within the vehicle.

“The Manor,” Damian thought aloud as he read the screens with his father.

Bruce ignored his comment and was calling Alfred immediately.

“Master Wayne,” the butler instantly picked up. “I followed protocol, but they were already gone when I arrived.”

“Y/N…” Bruce immediately asked.

“They took her,” Alfred told him, distress clear in his tone.

Damian’s head whipped to his father to watch his reaction.

But Bruce’s jaw only tightened and he sped the batmobile even faster.

Returning faster to Wayne Manor than ever before, Bruce jumped out of the batmobile and up the secret entrance to get to the main house.

Damian was hot on his heels. He’d already sent an encrypted message to his brothers, informing them of the situation. It was only a matter of time before they were at the manor as well. Though Damian suspected Jason would not come, instead already starting to scour the streets of Gotham for Y/N and her captors.

Alfred was already waiting for them. “Master Wayne, I am so sorry.”

Bruce ignored him and walked to the master bedroom. Y/N would’ve been sleeping when the attack occurred. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had been awake, she had no training in self defense. She was merely an innocent civilian.

“Father,” Damian muttered quietly.

Bruce turned around to find his son ripping a shuriken out of the door frame.

They shared a look, both recognizing the particular shape and color.

“The League…” Damian muttered quietly, saying what they both were thinking.

——————

Y/N was barely awake.

They clearly had drugged her with something to make her more compliant. Everything was foggy and muffled.

Yet they still tied her hands and ankles together, as if her brain could even manage to get her body to move.

But Y/N could feel the effects of the drugs losing their strength, yet keeping their hold on her.

She squinted as she looked around. The air felt different. It was colder and dryer, making Y/N believe that she was no longer in Gotham. Little did she know, she wasn’t even in the country any longer.

“I do not know what he sees in you,” a woman hummed from somewhere in the room.

Y/N blinked as he listened, but her eyes could not adjust to the low lighting and she didn’t even have the strength to turn her head.

“You are weak. Ripped from your own bed without so much as a fight.”

Then she heard the grunts and clashing of metal.

The woman smiled. “Right as expected, my son.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed at ‘my son.’ Then she finally lifted her head and took in her surroundings. There were swords and other weapons stored everywhere, and there was armor hung from the walls.

“Talia?” She whispered.

The woman chuckled. “Weak, but not utterly foolish.”

Then the door of the room was thrown open.

Y/N looked to see Damian in his Robin uniform.

“My son, finally returned," Talia greeted with a smirk.

“Mother.” Then his gaze flickered to Y/N. Very subtly, he was scanning her body to access any possible injuries.

His gaze turned back to his mother. “What is the meaning of this?”

“You have forgotten where you come from, Damian. You are not just the heir to the Wayne family. Before anything else, you are my son and the heir to Ra's al Ghul’s throne.”

“She has nothing to do with this,” Damian said with a gesture to Y/N.

“She has everything to do with this,” Talia snapped. “She has made you weak.”

Damian said nothing.

“She has taken you both from me,” Talia growled.

“Father does not love you,” he growled.

“A small lapse in judgment on his part, but not something that cannot be remedied. Our love gave us you, and I fully believe he will return to me.”

“His heart belongs to someone else. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you can give up your fantasy.” Then he hesitated to say the next part. “I never plan on returning to The League of Shadows. I wish to stay with father.”

Talia’s amusement vanished at her sons words.

The next second, she unsheathed her sword. “Perhaps I should just kill her and remind you of your place, my son.”

With that, Damian rushed forward and intercepted Talia’s attack with his own sword.

“Do not touch her,” Damian growled.

Their swords continued to clash as the mother and son fought each other. The fight raged on for what felt like forever. Too evenly matched, but also both too terrible at hiding that neither actually wanted to kill the other.

In the distance, Y/N could hear even more fighting. She could only assume it was Bruce fighting his way to her and his son.

Talia and Damian’s swords locked again, both of their stances shaking from the hold.

“Do you really think you and your father stand a chance against the entire League? Why do you think we lured you all the way here? You are outnumbered.” Talia hissed.

“You think us foolish enough to come alone?” Damian smirked right before there was a boom that shook the entire compound.

Talia’s focus slipped half a second, allowing Damian a window to go on the offense.

He flipped his mother’s sword out of her grip and held his own to her throat.

“Yield,” he growled down to her.

“You truly choose her over your own mother?” The hurt in her eyes was clear.

“You abandoned me, used me as a tool to disrupt father’s life. She taught me that there is more to life than killing and destroying. She loves me and care for me, even when I gave her no reason to do so.”

“And it will be the death of you,” Talia warned.

He glared at her. “Yield!”

But he knew she would never. So he whipped out a dart and blew it to her neck – a sedative. It knocked her out within seconds.

Waiting until he was sure it had worked, Damian sheathed his sword once again and ran to Y/N’s side.

With a knife, he cut the ropes around her wrists and ankles.

“D-Damian,” her voice was still slurred from the drugs and she was weak. How long had she been here without food or water? “I don’t think I can walk."

Damian helped her to her feet. “Y/N, please try,” he begged as he wrapped her around around his shoulders. He was still just a boy, one that was shorter than her. But he wouldn’t give up that easily.

There was another explosion.

“What’s-What’s happening?” Y/N asked as she dragged her feet and held on tightly.

“That would be Todd, most likely taking his job of distracting to an unnecessary level.”

“You all came?” She asked in shock.

“Of course,” Damian scoffed.

Suddenly an object came flying at them and Y/N cried out in pain.

“No!” Damian bellowed as he looked up to see that another League member was attempting to stop their escape. And with it, they had thrown a shuriken that had landed in Y/N’s side.

She dropped to the ground.

Damian screamed as he unsheathed his sword once again and charged the assassin. It wouldn’t take him long. He knew that every minute spent fighting was a minute Y/N was bleeding out and edging closer to death.

He didn’t hold back like he had with his mother and quickly disarmed the enemy. Then thrusting his sword into a nonfatal area of his body, enough to neutralize him.

Damian rushed back to Y/N’s side, where a pool of blood was forming from her wound.

He knew it was useless, but he still tried to lift Y/N into his arms to carry her. He cried out in both panic and frustration.

The building had now caught aflame due to Jason’s explosions. Damian would need to call for backup, hoping one of his older brothers could help.

Then a shadow was cast over him.

Damian tensed, believing it to be another attack.

But he looked up to find his father standing before them.

However, Bruce’s gaze was on his unconscious girlfriend.

With the arrival of his father, Damian’s cold and calculating disposition melted.

“She’s hurt,” his voice trembled and tears formed in his eyes. “Help her.”

Damian rarely cried. He cried less than grown men. He was raised that way. It didn’t help that his father was not a great example of healthy emotional expression.

But Bruce knew what his sons tears were for: Damian was frustrated, he felt weak, and he thought he had failed his mission. But most of all, Bruce knew his son was crying for fear of Y/N’s death. Because the boy had grown to love her.

As if there were a world when Bruce wouldn’t give his own life to save Y/N.

Bruce bent down and carefully brought Y/N into his arms.

Damian heard her mutter his father’s name, though still delirious from both the drugs he’s sure his mother pumped into her and the blood loss.

“Red Robin, get the jet to my coordinates immediately,” Bruce instructed through his comms.

Damian wondered how his father could be so calm when the woman he loved was bleeding out in his arms. This wasn’t bat business, this was personal. But Bruce spoke like it was just another night of patrol.

A few minuets later, Damian and Bruce had fought their way through the flames and burning compound.

Tim lowered the platform of the jet.

Damian made sure his father and Y/N got on before he followed. He turned and gave one last look at the burning compound that would no longer exist come morning. He did not fear for his mother’s life. He knew someone from the League would come for her – if she didn’t save herself first.

When he boarded the jet, his father already had Y/N on the surgical table that elevated from the jet floor.

Bruce had taken off his cowl, allowing Damian and his brothers to study his expressions.

Damian had been wrong about his father handling the situation like any other mission. For now he could see the terror and worry in his father’s eyes, despite him trying to control his emotions.

Damian looked to Jason, who still had his Red Hood helmet on.

“My grandfather?” He asked his brother.

“Escaped,” Jason muttered.

Damian stepped forward to help Bruce with Y/N’s injuries.

“She’ll be OK,” he muttered to his father.

All of them had high-level medical training to know.

Thankfully the assassin’s aim was not great and didn’t land in lethal place on Y/N’s body. But she still lost a lot of blood and would need many stitches.

All the brother’s shared a look when Bruce ignored the statement.

———

Y/N woke up to someone gripping her hand. She recognized from the smell and the feel of the bedding that she was in Bruce’s bed at the manor.

She winced as she opened her eyes to find Bruce was the one holding her hand as he sat in a chair only inches away from the side of the bed.

“Hi,” she whispered to him with a sad smile.

“Hi,” he said back with a smirk.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“Two days.”

Then Y/N looked past Bruce to realize there was someone else in the room.

Damian passed out on the velvet chaise that was pushed against the windows.

“He hasn’t left your side,” Bruce told her. “Dick had to convince him just to take a shower for 5 minutes when we first got back.”

Y/N’s heart melted at the revelation.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

The sound of Bruce’s voice as he said it made Y/N’s gaze snap back to him. Had it shook? Or was she imagining it?

Y/N squeezed his hand that was still wrapped around hers.

“I know,” she told him with a sympathetic look.

He hid it well, but Y/N knew Bruce. And she knew that her being kidnapped from his own home probably drove him mad with guilt. She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d already designed an entirely new security system to prevent something like that ever happening again.

Bruce took in a shaky breath and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

He wanted to say that he always feared her being with him would put her in danger like this.

He wanted to say that maybe she should stay away from him.

He wanted to say that him and the kids didn’t deserve her.

He wanted to say that the only reason this happened is because Talia hated that she loved her son better than she ever did.

But Bruce had never been good at saying how he actually felt – or even acknowledging he had any feelings at all.

So Y/N brought his hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles. “Bruce, I know,” she said once again.

“I won’t let it happen again. I promise you,” he told her evenly.

“Bruce, I knew what I signed up for when you told me you were Batman. If I wasn’t willing to face the reality of it, I wouldn’t have stayed.”

“No one would’ve blamed you if you hadn’t.”

There was a knock at the door and then it opened a second later.

Damian jumped awake at the sound. But then he quickly brought his attention to Y/N. “You’re awake.”

But everyone’s attention was on Dick, who was standing at the open doorway.

“Hey,” he greeted Y/N, surprised to see that she was awake. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore. Tired. But I’ll be alright.”

He seemed to relax from her answer.

Then he winced when he looked at Bruce. “They put the signal up.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

He was about to open his mouth to ask them to handle it, not wanting to leave Y/N alone now that she had woken up.

“Go, Bruce. I’ll be OK.” Y/N told him, reading his mind.

“I think it’s the Joker,” Dick added with a serious frown.

“Bruce, go.” Y/N repeated.

And he saw the sincerity in her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her gently, deciding he didn’t care if his two sons were witnesses to the intimacy.

Then Bruce kissed her forward. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Alfred will be here if you need anything. Do not hesitate to call.”

Y/N nodded.

Bruce stood up and acknowledged Damian and Dick. “Let’s go.”

Once they were ways down the hall, Bruce heard Damian stop.

“Father?”

Bruce and Dick both turned to face Damian.

“I wish to stay with Y/N.”

Bruce and Dick shared a look, and then Dick decided to give the two a moment alone and muttered something about waiting in the cave.

Bruce walked back to his youngest son.

Damian’s gaze was glued on the floor. “Mother truly would’ve killed her?”

Bruce sighed. “Most likely, yes.” He saw no point in lying to his son.

“Because she knows that you and I love her?”

“Yes.”

Damian was quiet for a moment. But Bruce knew he had more to say.

“I used to think I had to earn it.”

Bruce frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Mother’s love. I had to earn it. Win in combat. Successfully execute a target. Outsmart a puzzle or challenge.” Damian looked up at his father with a broken expression. “Her love always came with a price.”

Bruce kneeled down to his son.

The boy shook his head. “But Y/N made me realize that I don’t have to earn anyone’s love. I don’t have to prove that I’m worthy of it.” He bit his lip. “She’s not my father or my brother. She didn’t have to love me. But she does…even when I did nothing to earn it.”

“Everyone is deserving of love, Damian.” Bruce gripped his son’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for not teaching you that myself.”

Damian nodded. “So, may I please stay with her tonight? I don’t want her to be alone.” But then he quickly corrected himself. “Unless of course, you require my assistance, father.”

Bruce smirked at him. “I think we will manage, Damian.” Then he squeezed his shoulder. “Look after her for me, alright?”

Damian relaxed and quickly nodded his head. “Of course, father.”

When Bruce returned hours later, Damian was cuddled next to Y/N in the bed. But clearly laying in a position to be mindful of her injuries. Both were fast asleep. The bright television was the only thing lighting the room, as it played a Pixar movie.

Bruce couldn’t help but grin at the sight.

“I got him,” Dick whispered to him before stepping into the room and carefully lifting the boy in his arms, clearing the space in the bed for Bruce to join Y/N.

Bruce moved about the room as he changed into cotton shorts and went without a shirt.

Y/N woke slightly as he joined her in bed.

“Everything OK?” She whispered sleepily.

“Everything’s fine. Did Damian keep you company?”

Y/N smiled and shifted her body so she was cuddle into him. “Yes…my little protector.”

Bruce smiled at that. “Don’t let him hear the ‘little’ part…”

She chuckled. “Good call.”

And then she was fast asleep once again.

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quillsareswords · 2 years

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Hiii! I absolutely love your stories and wondered if I could request a fem!reader x Damian

So i was thinking Damian and the reader are super competitive and they do sled racing but unfortunately as they were racing, they ran over a snowman and now they have to say sorry to one of his brothers and it's all fluffy and cute

(Sorry this is the first time I requested anything lol)

I'm your first request?? Aw babe 🥺 thank you so much

Anyway happy holidays bb

"It was your fault," you hiss.

"My fault?" He shrills lowly, eyes narrowing on you. He would be gesturing angrily, if he wasn't dragging your sled beside him and dangling his own over his shoulder. Ever the gentleman. "You're the one who suggested spraying cooking oil on the sleds, you idiot!"

Ever the gentleman.

"Hey, hey, hey! I was just trying to give you a chance! Last time I try and be nice to you."

"Chance," he scoffs, "as if you could have hoped to beat me without driving me into a snowman."

"Driving you–?"

"You know what you did!" He crows. "You drifted straight into my line like a damned–!"

"Lane?" You stare at him wide-eyed. "It's a snowy hill, Damian! There are no lanes!"

"What are you two arguing about?" Dick asks, cocking an eyebrow. He's crouched down on his haunches, peering over at the two of you while he helps a six-year-old Mari Grayson fix her bright purple mittens.

Damian stops dead in his tracks, and you're right beside him.

Damn it, how'd you get up the hill so fast? He hasn't even had time to think up a decent lie.

You look at him expectantly. Shamefully. Your house, your family, your niece—you handle it.

He furrows his eyes in bewilderment. Me? She may as well be your niece too! You tell her!

You reel back, eyes wide. Me?! You knocked it over! I don't want to die—I'm too pretty!

Okay, well—he may have been making the last bit up, but it doesn't matter.

Jason pops up behind Mari, hands on his hips. He narrows his eyes suspiciously. "You're doing that thing. With your faces. What'd you do? Who's dead?" His head swivels around dramatically. "Has anybody seen Tim recently?"

Mari looks from her eldest uncle, to her father, to the two of you, and tries her best to copy Jason's expression and stance.

You're screwed.

Damian looks at you in a nearly undetectable panic. Fix it, oh my god, sweet jesus christ, please fix it. Because you're perfect in every way, you can fix any problem because you're the most capable person I've ever known.

Okay, well—maybe you're making the last part up. But definitely not the first part.

"Well, I mean– See, it's a really funny story, now that I think about it–"

"They killed Mister Frosty," Tim blurts out from the patio, where he's sitting with Bruce, nimble fingers wrapped tightly around a mug of hot chocolate. "I saw the whole thing. I've got video evidence. It'll hold up in court."

You've got half a mind to charge him right now. Right this second.

"Mister Frosty?" Mari asks quietly, her little frown faltering. You can see it in her eyes. The heartbreak of a child who's just lost a friend she was very emotional my attached to. Even if she only put it together fifteen minutes ago.

Damian deserves death, he realizes. Horrific, bloody, painful death.

You—well, maybe a week of community service.

"We'll help you, uh– fix him! Yeah. We'll take you back down the hill with the sleds, too. Then we'll fix him."

Damian nods quickly. "We could make him better," he supplies, slinging the sled from over his shoulder and back onto the ground, careful not to hit your legs.

"Really?" She looks skeptical.

"Of course!" You grin. "You know I'm great at fixing stuff." You cannot possibly count how many stuffie surgeries and superglue emergencies you've handled over six years of assistant babysitting the little space princess. "And Damian," you glance at him teasingly, "well, I'm sure we can find something to keep him busy."

He rolls his eyes and drops the rope handle of your sled, as if in defiance. It seems to do the trick for Mari; she's grinning again, pale cheeks rosy red against jet black hair, pretty pink against a purple scarf.

"Okay!" She cheers, shuffling through thigh-high snow in her puffy snow pants.

"Yeah!" You agree. "Who do you wanna ride with? Your favorite, or the snowman murderer?"

Damian slaps your arm.

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Crashed Dates (Day 2: Scarecrow)

Marinette grins at her boyfriend, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth as they walk around the pumpkin farm. It was so nice, finally being able to go on cute dates like this. They’d first started dating while he was in Paris on business, around a year ago. Sure, he’d made trips to Paris and she’d made a few to Metropolis, but it was different now that she had moved to Gotham. Now they were able to go on random, unplanned dates, instead of dates that had been planned for weeks. He was definitely worried when she first told him she was moving to Gotham, but she had reassured him that it would be fine. (Not that she had a choice in the matter, Tikki had informed her on her last trip to Metropolis that Gotham was sick, that it was calling out for help and that as the Guardian, it was her job to help it). Gotham was….interesting, but she’d settled in just fine in the two weeks she’d been there.

And so, when he had called her out of the blue to tell her he found a place he thought she’d love, she made sure she had enough layers and jumped at the chance for a day with him. So far, the day had been absolutely perfect. They’d drank hot apple cider, ate warm donuts, taken a trip around the farm on the hayride- everything was great. But for some reason, her amazingly stubborn boyfriend didn’t want to go into the corn maze.

“Please! You’ll be my favorite person in the whole world.” She begs again, her grin quickly switching into a pout. She keeps pouting, leaning against his arm, until he sighs.

“Fine, we can do the maze.” He says and she cheers, standing on her toes and tugging him down slightly to give him a quick kiss.

“You are the best!” She says, over enunciating every word. He just grins, giving her another soft kiss.

“If we get lost, I’m calling the Demon Spawn to come get us out. Pretty sure he has a tracker on my phone.” Jason says, letting her tug him along towards the maze. She just rolls her eyes, grinning.

“You know you’re secretly touched that he cares enough to track you.” She teases as they near the entrance of the maze.

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbles, glaring at the scarecrow situated at the entrance of the maze. Marinette raises an eyebrow.

“You have a problem with men made of straw?” She asks, legitimately confused by his reaction.

“Geeze M, I knew you were new to Gotham but I forget how new.” He says, pulling her closer. She melts into him, still confused by his reaction, but happy to be close. As they walk through the maze, frustratingly running into deadends, Jason explains Scarecrow. Marinette decides that he’s number two on the list of villains she never wants to meet. Joker is number one. (Joker is also number one on the list of villains she wants to meet, but that’s because she’s always wondered what it would look like to cataclysm a psychotic clown). She’s just about to suggest they call Damian and utilize the tracker that was, undoubtedly on Jason’s phone, when the screaming begins.

“There isn’t a haunted house here, is there.” Marinette says, her face pale. She wasn’t ready to be a hero again. She’d only defeated Hawkmoth a year ago. Just before meeting Jason. She didn’t want that part of her life again, not now.

“No, no there’s not.” Jason says, eyes glancing around wildly. Marinette’s heart breaks at the panic on his face. She knew that, despite his tough guy appearance, he struggled. A lot. He had nightmares, constantly, mostly of the time Joker had kidnapped him (hence the whole, cataclysm Joker thing). Pushing down her own fear and doubt, she tightens her grip on his hand and squares her shoulders.

“Come on.” She instructs, tugging him behind her as she darts through the maze, determined to get out. She stumbles over a rock and lets go of Jason’s hand in time for her to fall into a larger clearing. She curses as she falls, her palms stinging.

“What have we here?” A voice says. Marinette sits up, staring up at a man in a scarecrow costume and suddenly, Jason’s fear, or rather, dislike, of scarecrows makes more sense. So much more sense. She glances around and lets out a sigh of relief. She’d let go of Jason quick enough. He wasn’t caught up in this. Hopefully, he could call his father. She wasn’t sure if the rumors about Bruce Wayne and Batman dating were true, but Batman was always quick to interfere if it was a Wayne or Wayne adjacent involved.

“A girl who’s a little pissed that you crashed her date.” She retorts, standing up and brushing her stinging palms off on her jeans. She’d have to get the blood out later, which would be a pain. Better than having the blood on her palms mix with the dirt that also now covered her hands.

“You’re either very brave or very stupid, little girl. Let’s see how you deal with my newest strain of fear toxin.” He says, and she lunges towards the man, not willing to go down without a fight. Almost immediately, a sharp pinch on her neck has her stumbling back away from the man as she tries to take in her new surroundings.

She was back in Paris, but it wasn’t the Paris she had left. The city that was healing. Instead this Paris was underwater. Buildings were toppled over, and the moon was in pieces in the sky. She was back there. A place she hadn’t seen in person since she was fourteen, a place that had haunted her nightmares for ten years. She inhales sharply when she sees him. Chat Blanc. But instead of fear, she’s just angry. This isn’t real. It can’t be. Adrien Agreste was Chat Noir. And Adrien was….turning, she realizes that she can almost see him. Out of the corner of her eye, she can almost see Scarecrow, watching her. Waiting for her to react. Anger coursing through her, she charges the man, tackling him all the way to the ground. She pulls back her fist and punches him, repeatedly.

“How dare you! How dare you use his face like that! You son of a bitch!” She screams as she hits, the roaring in her ears blocking out all other sounds. She keeps her focus on feeling the man she’s hitting, because the second she lets her focus wander, she gets sucked into her surroundings again. The way the sky just looks wrong. The odd haze over everything. And now, the corpses floating in the water closest to her. Adrien. Maman. Papa. She’s not scared, she’s pissed. Sure, those were her biggest fears and that’s definitely why she was seeing them all like that, but she’d already seen it. She’s lived it. They were gone, not coming back. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to fall down and break about it. Not when some asshole with fear toxin was running around randomly injecting people. Suddenly, something is wrapped around her and she’s pulled up. She kicks frantically, trying to get out of the steel grip she’s trapped in. She had to- what did she have to do? Another sharp pinch in her neck makes her eyes droop sleepily. She struggles again, barely able to hear the voice calling her name as she succumbs to the darkness.

---

Jason Todd feels like a major prick. He watched his girlfriend trip and instead of helping her up, he uses it as a distraction to try and call B. How the fuck was he supposed to know she tripped right into the Scarecrow? He’s cursing himself mentally as he rushes towards the ambulance. Replacement had texted him.

Marinette was injected. At ambulances near front of farm

And Jason felt like shit. She’d never forgive him, not that he deserved it. He’d left her with one of Gotham’s biggest villains. His heart sinks when he sees the blood on her, and the oxygen mask attached to her face. Fuck. He’s almost to her, when one of the asshole cops stops him.

“Excuse me, sir, you can’t go over there.” He says and Jason scowls.

“Like hell I can’t. She’s my girlfriend, let me through.” He says, and the man shakes his head.

“Family only.” He states. Jason’s about to argue, when a hand lands on his shoulder.

“I still need to get a statement from Mr. Todd, if you’ll excuse us.” Replacement says, leading him away from the cop.

“I left her.” He says, the second they’re far enough away. Tim frowns.

“What do you-”

“I mean, I left her. She tripped and instead of checking on her, I was a complete and total asshole and left her so I could call B to get his ass over here and solve the goddamn problem.” Jason says, feeling like even more of an asshole now that he’s said it out loud.

“Did you see Scarecrow?” Replacement asks. Jason scoffs.

“Of course not! You really think I would’ve left if I had?” He asks with a glare.

“No, I don’t. So stop blaming yourself. I literally peeled her off of Scarecrow, she was beating the crap out of him. She’s gonna be tired and scared and confused when she wakes up. Just be there-”

“Jason!” Her terrified voice echoes out and Jason turns, sprinting for the cot he’d seen her on a minute ago. She had ripped the oxygen mask off her face and was looking around while arguing with the paramedic.

“Ma’am please-” “Marinette!” Jason calls, and her face relaxes as she leaps off the cot and launches herself into his arms. He holds her as she shakes, sobs wracking her body.

“I saw them.” She mumbles once she calms down a little. He frowns.

“Saw who?” He asks.

“My parents. Adrien. Their bodies.” She says, and suddenly, Jason has another name to add to his kill list. Being a complete asshole to all of Gotham, sure. Making his girlfriend see the bodies of those she’d lost? Nope. Now the bastard better hope he didn’t meet Red Hood in an alley.

“God, Mari, I am so sorry. I’m so sorry I left.” He apologizes, his heart aching when she pushes him away. She frowns up at him and he winces, certain she’s about to break up with him.

“Left?” She asks and he nods.

“When you tripped, I swear, I didn’t know Scarecrow was there.” He says.

“But you got Batman here.” She says and he jerks back. How the hell had she figured it out? When did she- “I know Bruce said he isn’t dating Batman, but honestly, I think he’s just in denial.” She adds.

“I- what?”

“Batman always comes when anyone in the Wayne family is in danger. Like, so quickly. And I know that Bruce says it’s just a bunch of rumors, like the whole ‘the butts match’ thing? But I also think that Batman is head over heels for Bruce, and your dad is just kinda clueless.” She rambles. Jason just laughs before pulling her into a deep kiss. She was okay. They were okay. He pulls back and grins at her, until he notices the blood again.

“Shit, that’s a lot of blood.” He says, taking her hand in his to try and find the source. He glances at her face and raises an eyebrow at the blush that had taken over her face.

“Oh, um, it’s not mine.” She mumbles.

“Then who-” “Apparently I beat the hell out of Scarecrow. In my defense, that fear toxin sucked. And I was kinda pissed.” She says, frowning down at the blood on her hands. Jason takes one of his hands and gently tilts her chin up so that she’s looking at him again. He grins at her, giving her a short, soft kiss before pulling back.

“I love you.” He says, and if the kiss she gave him in return meant anything, she felt the same way.

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stxleslyds · 3 years

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Also, the writers' failure to understand, every crime Jason committed had a motive. Attack other criminals? Holy warrior destined to purify the world of evil. Attack Bruce? Joker's still alive. (Oh, Jason, it's much worse than that.) Attack Tim? A parody of what he once was. He wasn't just a "bad boy". He was dangerously insane.

Hi, Anon! Yup, there seems to be a lot of things that writers have gotten confused about Jason Todd/Red Hood and the biggest one is his motivations to kill certain criminals.

Let’s be honest, Judd Winick set a golden path for the upcoming Red Hood writers. But each and every writer that used Red Hood in their stories completely missed the point of Jason’s character. All of them. It’s so incredibly wild to me that every other writer read UtRH and came up with whichever version of Jason they came up with.

Let’s list the writers that completely missed the point.

Geoff Johns in Teen Titans vol.3 #29.

Geoff Johns was one of the first to completely mischaracterize Jason, why on earth would Jason go to the Titans Tower to beat up Tim? This is not me saying that Jason would never do that because Jason thinks of Tim as his brother or a friend or the person that he can trust the most from the Bat-Clan (can you believe Lobdell tried to sell us that one?), this is me saying that Jason wouldn’t have done that because he couldn’t have given less of a fuck about Tim’s existence.

When Jason found out that Bruce had another Robin he wasn’t bothered by his “replacement” he was mad at Bruce for having another child playing hero after he lost his life as a fifteen-year-old. Jason didn’t even think of Tim as his replacement as fandom likes to make us believe, Jason called Tim “pretender”. And that was that, but to go from minimal recognition to go out of his way to beat him up at Titans Tower is a massive mischaracterization.

Paul Dini in Countdown (to Final Crisis).

Paul Dini in Countdown did absolutely nothing with Jason, I am sorry but that’s all he did. Him writing Jason was like watching a dog trying to catch their own tail. He started with a pretty basic take on UtRH Jason, then he added a bit of Jason being an annoying man with Donna, then we had the jealousy arc because apparently, Jason had the hots for Donna but she didn’t want anything to do with him and he was all angsty when she paid attention to Kyle instead of him, and then, later on, he had that whole Red Robin bullshit (I am sorry about this, but I absolutely hated that, it was so dumb, I am so glad it didn’t last long because it was just too bad), and after all that mix of just not interesting stuff he went right back to the Jason that he had at the very start. It was a waste of time, but I guess that he had to be there because he was an anomaly and all that. I just think that was DC’s first try at making Jason Todd/Red Hood something more than just a street-level vigilante and they failed miserably.

Tony S. Daniel in Batman: Battle for the Cowl.

Even though the first two did make mistakes with Jason’s characterizations, this man was the first to just throw UtRH out of the window and make up his very own version of Jason Todd. And his version was horrendous, that Jason had no problem with attempting to kill children and innocent people, he also really wanted to be Batman because Gotham needed a Batman and he wanted to be the person to wear the Cowl and he was looking for a Robin for himself.

I know, the whole concept is the perfect opposite of what Jason Todd and Red Hood were in UtRH. Every aspect of BftC Jason is based on nothing.

Jason wanting to be Batman because Gotham needed Batman is just the beginning of what’s wrong in this book. Jason became the Red Hood (in part) because he believed that Batman and his ways weren’t what Gotham needed so he made a better version of Batman with Red Hood (according to him) because Red Hood did what Batman refused to do. Another thing that is just wrong is Jason wanting, Damian, Tim or Dick to be his Robin, there is just so much wrong with this, first of all, Jason wanted Batman to stop having Robin because child soldiers ran the risk of dying at a very young age and that’s exactly how he saw the whole thing because that was what had happened to him. Second, if Jason was mad at Bruce for getting another Robin why would he now want one of his own to team up with his Batman? Damian was a child, Tim was someone that apparently Jason hated (because Jason beating Tim was mentioned in this event), and then Jason actually asked Dick Grayson, Nightwing, to be his Robin? Listen, there is no way that was Jason, nothing about him makes sense, even taking into account that Jason had beaten Tim already in this event Jason actually tried to kill both Tim and Damian (it might have been just one of them but yeah, it still doesn’t make sense).

I just don’t think that Tony S. Daniel knew who Jason Todd was, maybe he got confused but the thing is, his “villainous” and deranged version of Jason Todd allowed a villainous and deranged version of Red Hood to happen with the next writer that I will be talking about.

Grant Morrison in Batman and Robin vol.1 #3-6.

This was the birth of the villainous, deranged and bloodthirsty Red Hood. There is absolutely no trace of UtRH Jason here, not even if we are looking at the opposite of things like we could do with Daniel’s Jason. Grant Morrison wanted Dick and Damian to have a villain to match their Batman and Robin and they decided to give us a red-haired-pill-headed-red hood. Everything from Morrison’s characterization of Jason is crazy, from the red hair (hello pre-crisis) to the awful Joker’s Red Hood looking suit, everything was just weird.

I still don’t believe that was Jason, to be honest, I would rather think that version of Jason was actually a rouge Skrull that came all the way from the Marvel Universe and lost his way in Gotham City. Maybe when he made the jump between universes, he got too much information and got confused and took the form of the wonkiest Jason Todd he could come up with.

This Jason was absolutely deranged, he knew exactly what he was doing and he didn’t care if innocents died. This Jason was the one that got locked up in Arkham. This is the Jason that Dick put in Arkham for Jason and everybody else’s safety.

Dick putting that Jason in Arkham wasn’t a bad thing or something that anyone can use to shit on Dick Grayson (not on this house). This Arkham was reformed and that Jason knew that if he stayed in that new Arkham he would stay away from trouble, but here is the thing, that Jason loved trouble, so he took all the tests to prove he wasn’t insane and asked to be transferred to Blackgate (where all the Red Hood’s enemies were). That Jason didn’t ask to be sent to Blackgate because the Joker was a cell away from his in Arkham, he did it so he could go on a killing spree in Blackgate (which he did when he got there).

Skrull Jason was just bloodthirsty and nothing like UtRH Jason, he had no motive other than just killing for fun or whatever. He didn’t want to protect Gotham and he couldn’t have cared less about the drug trade in Gotham. In Batman and Robin vol.1. Jason Todd was unrecognizable. And luckily, we never saw him again.

Scott Lobdell in Everything that he ever wrote about Red Hood.

This one is pretty self-explanatory. Lobdell was the king of overpowering Jason, he was the one that drove Red Hood farther and farther away from his street-level vigilante status. He continuously added more to him, he was a big deal because he was meant to take down Ra’s al Ghul, he was a big deal because he was the only human to train in the All-Castle and learned to summon the All-Blades.

This Red Hood’s morals and ideals were kind of gone, there just wasn’t any kind of interest in Jason to get rid of drugs or try to control its trade in Gotham, he just had no interest in street-level threats, everything was extraordinary in both New 52 and Rebirth. If he wasn’t in space he was in some mystical land. His friends and allies became even more and more powerful, his level of power was completely off compared to the others. His personality was ever-changing and quite honestly you could barely see the Jason that he once was.

This Jason also was very inconsistent in the way that he felt towards people (obviously because Lobdell is a shitty writer), he wanted to follow Batman’s rules and was shown as someone that still had fond memories of his life with Bruce before he died but was also willing to let those memories go, to move on? Maybe? I don’t know. But he changed his mind about Bruce and following his rules or not for a very long time. Jason was also a little bitch about Dick, and he was a little bitch because he (Lobdell) never gave the reader or anyone a concrete reason as to why he hated him so much and then in Rebirth he decided that Dick wasn’t that bad. Also, Jason went from “Willis Todd, abusive husband and father that deserved to die” to “Willis Todd abusive husband and father but he sent me letters when he was in prison and Penguin had him killed so now, I really want to avenge him”. Yeah, I don’t really know why that happened and like most of Lobdell’s arcs and stuff it was never really completed or well thought out.

Lobdell’s Jason characterization was a mess for ten years and that’s the prime reason why Jason is a character with no solid background, story or future.

James Tynion IV in Red Hood and the Outlaws.

Tynion’s Jason Todd was a hero, he was like a mini Tom King Batman. Everything he did was right and there was just no way that you could bamboozle him. This Jason was able to hold to Blades that drained his soul as well as hosting the Untitled in his body (that were able to drain his soul too) and on top of all that he completed his journey of the Chosen One by making those ancient martial arts moves that he learned before he was Robin even though Talia hadn’t been able to master it yet.

Scott Snyder, Tim Seeley in Batman Eternal and Batman and Robin Eternal.

A mess, this was pure New 52 levels of bullshit and they all just wanted to push the “Batfamily” and while Dick was gone, they were trying to make Jason fill the void that Dick left in Batman events. It didn’t work at all and all they did was mess around with Jason’s characterization more.

Geoff Johns in Three Jokers.

I have talked enough about Johns’ takes on Jason Todd and Red Hood, but let me tell you something real quick, if a writer thinks that the best they can do with a character is make them give up their morals/ideals for an unrequited love interest, then they can keep that idea for themselves. Geoff Johns wrote a book that was absolutely not needed and then proceeded to butcher every characterization that he could, Three Jokers was three issues long and he managed to add more trauma to Jason’s torture, push the narrative of Jason being at fault for his own murder and make Jason’s motivations to be the Red Hood weak enough to make him want to give up his work for a woman that he barely knows (and doesn’t like him at all).

Joshua Williamson in Future State: Red Hood and Robin #5.

Now, with Williamson I have issues only when he writes Jason, not because his stories are bad, don’t get me wrong, I would have completely enjoyed FS: Red Hood if it weren’t for the completely unnecessary Rose/Jason side plot he had going on. Jason was clearly working undercover for some people that he hated working with. He had to arrest or kill “masks” (vigilantes, just like he “used” to be) for the Magistrate.

His ideas were pretty solid, Jason did the job but he never killed the masks and actively didn’t trust the Magistrate but he was working there to tear them apart from within, and that’s amazing if Williamson had given us Jason Todd/Red Hood working undercover to dismantle an organization I would have been really happy.

But that’s not all he gave us, even if I just forget about his failed attempt at giving Jason a relationship, I can still see that Williamson is the kind of writer that wants (or is just following DC) to make the “Batfamily” happen no matter how dumb and out of place it looks in comics’ canon. So, I am a little bit weary, any writer that leans too much towards making Jason and Bruce work together and become a family makes me want to scream, but I do understand that is just me, many people want those two to be buddy-buddy, I, personally, would love to see Jason kick Bruce in the balls and tell him to lose his number.

Chip Zdarsky in Urban Legends: Cheer.

Ah, yes, I remember the days in which I thought that this could have been something good. Well, I was utterly wrong and I suffered all the way through this mini. I feel like now I can safely say that Zdarsky only wanted to write a Batman book but DC told him, “Hey you can write Batman but it has to be within a Red Hood story, but don’t worry, you don’t have to know much about the Hood guy, just come up with something and write Batman around that”.

I know that’s what happened because I read that story and all we got from it was horrible characterizations for pre-Robin Jason, Robin Jason, Jason Todd and Red Hood. I don’t know how he did it but yes, he managed to mess it all up.

From Jason not really wanting to be Robin and acting recklessly every step of the way, to secret desires of a perfect family with Bruce and so many other people that he couldn’t care about, Urban Legends: Cheer is the perfect book to avoid at all costs if you believe that the concept of “Batfamily” is the biggest lie, DC is trying to profit off this time around.

Zdarsky also nerfed Jason in ways that I thought DC only wanted to nerf Dick Grayson. But I was able to see that I was wrong. Zdarsky’s run also pushed some of the most disastrous narratives that DC really wants readers to believe like: Robin Jason wasn’t good at his job, he was too reckless and ultimately his death was his own fault. Yay! I want to cry!

I will give Zdarsky two points for at the very least showing that Red Hood wants to protect children and that he has a huge issue with how the drug trade is controlled and abused in Gotham City, it had been a while since we had seen that aspect of Jason’s Red Hood make an appearance.

It’s just too many writers completely missing the point of Red Hood’s character or simply writers agreeing to destroy Jason’s uniqueness in the DC Universe so DC (as the publisher) can further push the abomination that is the “Batfamily” in comics’ canon.

I do agree with you Anon when you say that Jason isn’t just a “bad boy” but I also don’t think that we can call UtRH Jason “dangerously insane”. Personally, I will only use that last description for BftC and Batman and Robin Jason, those two were dangerously insane indeed.

UtRH Jason was very meticulous in who he wanted dead and who got to live. He entered Gotham’s most dangerous world and he had to make a big entrance, he invited the eight most prosperous street dealers to a meeting, showed up with the decapitated heads of each of their right-hand men and an AK-47 and said:

“I am offering you a deal. I will be running the drug trade from now on. You will go about your business as usual. You will kick up forty percent to me. That is a much better deal than the Black Mask will give you. In return, you will have total protection from both the Black Mask and Batman. The catch? You stay away from kids and schoolyards. No dealing to children, got it? If you do, you’re dead.”

This was Red Hood! Red Hood wanted to control the drug trade in Gotham because he knew that Gotham is far too corrupt and filled with drug lords for him to just want to eradicate drugs from Gotham. If he had tried that he would have been a dumbass, but he wasn’t. He didn’t want to start a gang war and get innocent people killed because of it, he wanted to set the rules of his new Empire and he had to start with the street-level drug dealers, from there he grew until he became a major pain in Black Mask’s ass.

We went from Jason wanting to control the drug trade and take over Gotham’s underworld so people like Black mask couldn’t have people work for him (or being dependent on him) when they were still in high school or were in a vulnerable position, to Jason fighting a war for a mystic land because he was their “Chosen One”. DC really wanted to do something grand (yet boring) with Jason instead of sticking to a street-level vigilante that could have become a Drug Lord to control the drug trade of a city that is so filled with crime and corruption that it can’t be saved by anyone.

Batman doesn’t eradicate crime, he “controls” it, puts a blank it over it, lets it nap up until it wakes up once more to make more mess.

Red Hood had other plans, certain criminals didn’t get to nap, or, better said, they would get to nap forever.

So, no. I wouldn’t call that “dangerously insane”, I will call that “vigilante that believes himself judge, jury and executioner” of a city that is drowning in crime and corruption.

Anyway, I hope you have a really nice week Anon and thank you so much for sending me this ask!

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past lives | 6

a/n: don’t you just love angst and drama???? I know I dooo. I hope y’all enjoy <3

tw: mentions of blood, death, and Ra’s manipulation games.

The microwave rang, your hot chocolate was ready. You got up from the couch, where your notes were all sprawled out. The recorder was still going. The Wayne family in deep conversation about what organizations they donate to.

You opened the microwave door to stop the beeping. You pick up the mug and place it on the counter. For this part of the recording you would just summarize briefly what they were talking about. You think that some of this information has been relayed before so there’s no use in stretching it out.

The mug is smoking a bit so you decide to bring it over to the coffee table near the couch. That way it can cool off and you won’t burn your taste buds. So you grabbed your laptop from beside you and pulled it into your lap.

You wrote a quick summary about their donations and opened another tab. Subconsciously you went to your Gmail to ask Kennedy, the photographer for the shoot to send over some photos of the family. That way you can get ahead of the layout for this piece. It was all in your control.

The voices on the recorder began to get louder. This must’ve been when you stepped out to use the bathroom. Even though that’s not what you were actually doing. You needed to talk to Damian about what was happening.

At first you can hear Damian excusing himself so that he can ‘show you’ where the bathroom was. You slide your computer over to the couch and begin to reach for the recorder to skip over this. Nothing important was probably said.

Just as you’re an inch away from the device you hear Dick’s voice.

“Did you think this was a good idea? A journal article?” He asks.

Bruce sighs, “I needed something. Anything.”

“Wait what’s going on here?” Jason asks.

“Tim got a letter, and within that letter was one addressed to me. A woman from my past claiming that I had a child.” Bruce answers.

Jason snickers.

“Woah that’s what was in the letter? Do you know who it is?” Tim asks.

Dick steps in for that answer, “As it so happens the deliverer of the letter.”

“What?!” Tim almost shouts.

“Okay I need more details.” Jason says.

“I don’t have any doubt in my mind that the letter is telling the truth. I just needed to be sure, that’s why we’re having an article written about us.” Bruce says.

“The same person who delivered the letter is the same person interviewing us.” Dick points out the door.

At the moment it opens. All the men think it’s you so they hush up. But it’s only Damian coming in.

“Father may I be excused, Titus needs to go for a walk.” He says.

Bruce nods his head, “You may.”

The youngest son says nothing else, except for a quick grimace at Jason when he exits.

“Did you tell the brat he’s got a sibling yet?” Jason asks.

“Not yet. I need to be sure.”

When you heard your voice come on the recording you finally reached out and stopped the recorder. There was a faint buzzing in your ears. You felt like you picked up on something- when he said your name, when he asked you to stay back at the meeting.

You just didn’t know that you were picking up on THAT.

There were certain things you knew. And certain things you put together. When you were growing up your mother didn’t talk much about who your father was. She talked about him, how he would treat her so kindly, how caring he was. But she never went into specifics.

And a part of you wasn’t ready to know. When she was the only one to care for you and love you. There was no ‘father’ to look for. All you saw was her. She was all you needed. Or that’s what you remember at least.

Nothing like Gotham to turn something good into something sour. One night you were held up in an alleyway. At gun point you gave away your valuables. But it wasn’t enough that night for the robber. So they decided to take your life.

Then you woke up in a place you did not recognize. Even though you could have sworn you felt your body go cold in that alleyway. You saw the blood, you saw everything fade to black.

Ra's al Ghul came face to face with you. He told you that you’d been given a second chance at his request. And that you owed him. If you didn’t comply you would die a second time. It confirmed the cold feeling in your chest and the suspicions you had before.

From there you didn’t question anything publicly. You did the training. You stood in seclusion away from everyone else. You listened to the words that came out of his mouth for months and months. It was only about a year into your training that you met everyone else. Or the people that mattered. Talia and Nyssa.

In some weird way you three became something like friends. They trained you. They told you about how much of an asset you could be for the league. And eventually they were the ones to convince Ra's that you could be loyal to him.

It was Nyssa that told you about the pit. About what it does to people, how it enhances their worst traits. She point blank asked you what you worst traits were and you couldn’t really tell her, because everything was a bit hazy pre-pit.

Then for some reason unbeknownst to you, Talia told you about her one-night stand. She confided in you that she was having a baby. You told her you would help her, because she had helped you.

And then a few months later when she was supposed to be showing, she showed you the incubator that held her child. It creeped you out for a while. That a baby was being genetically engineered but you trusted Talia.

When Damian al Ghul was born you really felt that pull. You knew in that moment you could care for him. Something connected you, you weren’t sure what, but it was a bond nonetheless.

At some point someone lower on the food chain said something about Talia and her son. You didn’t hesitate, you killed them. It wasn’t really a test, because Ra’s didn't give it to you. Yet you proved yourself to be loyal to him and his heir. Undoubtedly.

Damian was too young to be trained the way you were so you did your best with what you could. The young boy was the first one to touch the scar that lay between your collarbone and your chest. The scar that you knew at that point had been deadly.

The scar was was ugly and white. You did your best to cover it up when you could. But you were tending to the young boy in the middle of the night so that Talia might rest a bit. You slept with only a few layers.

He touched your scar and looked up at you with a kind of sparkle in his eyes.

That moment was one of the few that you would take with you when you finally left the island years later. Ra's said you were free to leave and you questioned it. You thought about if you had gone wrong somewhere. If he were to kill you the moment you breathed the air outside the door knowing you didn’t have to come back. If this was the ultimate test.

He didn't. It wasn’t. And you left.

So now as you sit on your couch you have more points to put together. Like the fact that you were the child of Bruce Wayne. And the fact that Talia’s one night stand had in fact seemed to be Bruce Wayne. Which means you and Damian were actually bonded. Half siblings. Blood.

Bruce Wayne knows this.

And for some sickening reason you think Ra's al Ghul knows this as well.

#dc x reader #batman x reader #batfam x reader #damian wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne x reader #Talia al Ghul x reader #Nyssa al Ghul x reader #Jason Todd x reader #PAST LIVES

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