#antione drouot

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I love the Arkham Knight universe, it’s wonderful and dark and just perfect. I also live the Arkham Knight persona and kinda dislike that it only really exists in game and in fanfics.

So, I want to combine the two worlds, sort of.

Jason keeps his death and whatever, but Joker keeps him for a year instead of a day, sends Batman the tape, and he does die and is buried. Everything after is standard Jason.

He gets revived by the pit, stays with the LoA for a year, standard stuff.

I order to incorporate the Arkham Knight, id think there would be some deep undercover mission. Since Red Hood has been workng with the bats it would be suspicious, so he creates the Arkham Knight.

The Arkham Knight is perfect. He’d have his militia, his men from @scaryscarecrows who knows and helps him out (bc they were paid obvi) and all that jazz.

ALSO, just for my personal enjoyment, I would love to have the squad feed the information to the bats but totally shit talk them to Jason.

OMG THE REVEAL WOULD BE AWESOME. It’s like the bats (maybe the JL for shits and giggles) going against whoever and their army. Jason would be like ‘men, (talking to his whole Militia) thank you for your service. The job you have been paid for is not the one you were told of. It’s been an honor working with you. As your commander, leave, you have no need to fight.’

And if not that, then it would be like, Jimmy using all the drones, Frank using the tanks, Riley using a rocket launcher in a helicopter very excited. Trent with his large gun next to Riley, laughing bc Riley almost fall when he first uses the rocket launcher. Mark waiting for them to die, and Antione being like ‘I’m not paid enough’

Can you tell I’ve thought about this? Cause I have, a lot

#headcanon #jason todd #crack #the squad #the arkham knight #antione drouot #Riley Dylan #Trent ages #jimmy rogers #mark jones #frank clyde #red hood

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Evil Author Day

In another world, Antoine recognizes the boss’s too-casual posture for what it is; a lie, not about his health, but his intentions. And he figures Robin can take a bumped head (Richardson’s already knocked him around, what’s one more bruise, huh?), figures he can risk whatever punishment he earns for disobeying a direct order later, and hauls the Knight out of the library before he can reactivate the electric gate.

He hits the button on the way out, because of course he does, but honestly, it’s not a second too soon; Batman, or whatever that is now, kicks his way out of the grate, angry laughter making Antoine’s skin shudder.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting Robin out of here, sir.”

“Now is not the time for this--”

THUDTHUDTHUD!

“TODD-ERRRS!” That doesn’t sound like Batman anymore. It’s not as high as the real clown, as far as Antoine knows, but it’s close enough to be creepy. Robin and the boss flinch, too, so. This is bad. “You wouldn’t be leaving your Uncle J, would youuuuuuuu?”

“Move,” the boss hisses, ripping Robin off the wall and all but hurling him at Antoine. “I’m right behind you.”

He’d fucking better be. He pulls another stunt like that and he’s getting a backpack leash for Boss’s Day. A fluffy pink poodle with a rhinestone collar.

Robin groans at the manhandling and rasps, “S’going on?”

“What, B neglect to mention the Mad Clown Disease, Eminem?”* More thudding above them and the Knight twists to look at a grate. “Jesus...get back, get back.”

Robin lets himself be dragged as the boss jams what looks like a small mine between the bars. It is a mine; it’s red and beeping.

“C’mon, kid, work with me here.”

“M’not a kid.” Robin tries to straighten up a little more. “The hell’s going on around here?”

“Continuing the family tradition, you got kidnapped by a maniac-get down!”

BOOM!

The explosion, small and contained though it is, shakes the walls. The laughing stops, but Antoine isn’t dumb enough to think that will last.

“...Jason?”

Antoine is willing to acknowledge that there’s a lot to unpack here, but do they have to do this now? Really?

“Gold star, kid-mm.” He freezes, one hand going to the wall to hold himself up. “Shit-okay. Okay…”

“Sir?”

“Twisting like that was bad. I’m okay. Just. Just take him and go.”

Robin takes offense to that, pulling away from Antoine’s friendly, supporting hands and snapping, “I’m not a damsel in distress, I can help.”

The boss might be wobbly, but he’s also spiteful and fast; he pushes himself off the wall, grabs Robin’s wrist, and seethes, “You can help by staying out of the way. If that’s going to be a problem, I’m happy to beat you unconscious and drag you out. Pick one.”

Antoine’s about to step in in case Robin decides to put up a fight, but then there’s a burst of laughter from...somewhere...and the boss shoves the kid back, snapping, “We don’t have all day!”

They don’t even have seconds; there’s the shriek of metal and a shadow comes out of an air duct. Antoine drags Robin towards the exit and wishes the roof would cave in and bury Batman.

It doesn’t, and the shadow stands.

“Naughty, naughty, Todders!”

“Screw you.”

The shadow gasps, hand going to its throat, and comes forward. Robin tries to pull free and Antoine grabs him around the waist and bodily hauls him towards the door. Robin tries to bite him. Fails, but that was an attempt.

“Come on!”

Admittedly, they wouldn’t be in this boat if Robin wasn’t knocked around, but Antione’s glad of it anyway. Makes him easier to manhandle.

“Get off!”

He resists the urge to put the little shit in a chokehold (if there’s anything left of Batman in there, he might be mad; look at Scarecrow). The shadow lunges and the boss moves to cut it off, shouting, “Get going!”

He only feels a little bad for kicking Robin’s legs out from under him so he can drag him more easily. He’ll live. He does feel bad, though, if only because the new angle means he can see the nice, purple lump starting to sprout on the side of his head. Honestly, if it weren’t for that, he’d be tempted to let the kid go and either get out or be useful, but, well… 

Trent meets them in the front hall and Antoine pretends he’s not worried about the gunfire. And he’s...sort of not. The fact that there is gunfire is a good sign, right?

“You get everyone out?”

“Yeah--”

“Take this--”

“This can handle himself, you bridge trolls!”

“--the boss was gonna hold Batman, but I don’t--”

“I got him.” Trent picks poor Robin up in a bear hug. To his credit, he still tries kicking. “Jesus fuck, man, come on!”

“Watch his head!” Antoine calls over his shoulder. “I’ll be right back!”

Where are they, anyway? The gunfire’s stopped, which is not making him feel better, and Arkham is silent. No whispers, no echoes, no nothing.

Which means that when the Knight literally falls out of the rafters, Antoine leaps back and...okay, yeah, that was a squeak. Shut up.

“Boss?” He’s not moving. Why is he not moving. “Sir?”

When Batman does not appear, Antoine risks moving a little closer. The Knight’s not dead; he’s shaking and gasping for breath and Jesus that’s a lot of blood on him, but he’s not dead.

“C’mon, we gotta get moving.” Is Batman gone? Maybe he’s gone. Or maybe the blood is his. “Sir? Can you hear me?” No answer, but he’s conscious; when Antoine reaches over to shake him, his hand shoots up and grabs his wrist with enough force to bruise. Okay. Okay. Don’t struggle, don’t freak out. Be chill. Do not worry about permanent maiming...okay, a little bit late for that one. “C’mon, boss, we gotta get out of here before Batman comes back. Okay?”

A beat of silence, then the Knight’s hand falls back to the tiles. Okay. Okay, okay. They literally just have to go straight back and around a corner and straight again, and then they’ll be out. It’s right there. And the tile’s nice and, well, tile-y, so he can drag the boss if he has to.

(He doesn’t wanna have to.)

“Sir?” He doesn’t risk shaking him again. “Can you hear me?”

The Knight’s not looking at him, he’s looking at something way off at the other end of the hall. It’s dark down there, and Antoine really, really hopes he’s looking at Batman’s corpse (not his unconscious body, what if he wakes up?). Or better yet, nothing.

“We gotta go,” he says carefully, starting to resign himself to dragging the boss out of here. (Carry him? That’s a good one.) “Is anything, um, not gonna like moving?”

“Oh, Toddy’s not going anywhere.”

WHAT THE HELL--

He heard that. He knows he didn’t imagine it, because duh, first of all, and second of all, the boss has gone deathly still. But he doesn’t see anything.

Where are you, you son of a bitch?

He keeps his mouth shut, because he’s not dumb enough to goad the Batman, and checks behind him. Nothing. Okay. Okay, fuck Batman, they’re just gonna. Gonna go now, and he can stay here and be creepy all by himself.

“Boss?” he breathes. No answer. Okay. “Hey. We gotta go.”

“Drouot.” Recognition. That’s good. “Wha--” He gags, blood dribbling down his chin and that’s bad that’s really bad. “What are you--”

Okay. It’s twenty feet to the turn. He can do that, easy.

“S’anything broken?”

“Ribs.”

Eh.

“Can you move without, um, permanent damage?”

“Mm…”

“Hey.” He risks giving him a good, hard jab and only feels a little bad when he flinches. “C’mon, talk to me here.”

“Prob’ly.”

...he can work with that.

“Okay...Mark’s gonna be so pissed but too bad…”

“Get down!”

He hits the tiles just as something flies overhead. The something proves to be explosive; there’s the clink! of it striking the wall several feet away, and then a small, but still horrible, boom!

It’s not a big enough explosion to cause much damage, but it certainly could kill a man. Where did that come from...down there, somewhere. But Batman’s probably moved by now.

Time to go.

He scrambles to his feet and hooks his hands under the Knight’s shoulders.

“Okay, come on--”

“Toddy’s not going anywhere.” Oh God. Oh God Oh God Oh God. Where is he, where is he...“Aaaaare you, Jaybird?”

Batman does not step out of the shadows. He fades into view at the end of the hallway and Antoine’s left to wonder if he moved forward or if his eyesight just acclimated enough to spot him. Either way, he’s literally five feet away, teeth shimmering with unswallowed saliva. Blood’s still trickling from the corners of his mouth and his shoulders are hunched, just a little, like he’s restraining himself from outright attacking them.

But he’s just a man. Antoine’s killed men before.

“You stay right there,” he warns, bringing his rifle up and stepping between that...thing...and the boss. Shoulder first, that’s the weak spot and he’s favoring the left one just a little bit. “I will shoot you if you come any closer.”

#evil author day #Jason Todd #Antoine Drouot #the Arkham Knight #Laughing Batman timeline #mad clown disease #is Bruce sick #is he possessed #who knows #Joker is here #in spirit anyway #Tim Drake #Tim's been beat to hell he's not here for long #(sorry Timmy I love you I swear) #Robin