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pinguwrites · 7 months

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You Set My Soul Alight | Jonathan Crane

Pairing -> sub!jonathan crane x villain!reader

Summary -> You and Jonathan Crane have always been at odds. He's an arrogant asshole and you're a sarcastic shit, and no matter what you always find a way to bump heads. The worst part about it is that deep down you find him brilliant and attractive and utterly intoxicating. One day, Crane comes to you with a plea to enticing to resist, and you find this the perfect opportunity to put him in his place.

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), enemies with feelings, sub!Jon acting like a brat, swearing, dom!reader, degradation kink, ma'am kink, unprotected sex, edging, hair pulling, ball slapping, slapping in general, if you squint real hard Jonathan's lowkey a little sexist, bruce wayne is a playboy, reader's kinda a simp

Word count: 5k

Disclaimer: The Dark Knight trilogy/DC characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Jonathan Crane glared at you, his piercing blue eyes filled with a layer of contempt and almost embarrassment like he was regretting this entire endeavor. It was delightful, seeing him in this state, and you made sure to enjoy every second of it — the way his cheeks were tinting a light pink, his muscles tensed up and his tone coming out a desperate yet still arrogant plea. Moments like these were rare, and you were ready to savor and drag them out every chance you got.

“I need your help,” he repeated, his tone distasteful like he was swallowing a bitter pill. “I told you, I need more money for my experiments, but I can’t do it without any funding. Wayne Enterprises is hosting a gala next week. All the richest of the city will be there and all of them are looking to donate. Charity, science, whatever will make them look good. I know you’re going, so I’m asking — as polite as I can be — please, get me an invite.”

You tilted your head to the side, eyes trailing off to look at some random painting on the wall. You briefly wondered how he got past your home security, but after a few seconds, you focused your attention back on him. “Sorry, what did you say? Can you repeat that?” you said with a slight grin.

Jonathan pursed his lips. “Don’t be clever with me.” But then he shakes his head and lets his serious facade go. “We both know you have the connections to score another invite . . . Please, my darling.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, the way it always did when he called you that. You wondered if he knew just how much you enjoyed it.

“I like it when you beg, it’s always been a good look on you.”

Jonathan smiles. A mock smile.

“Well, it’s true. No point in getting all upset.” You shrug, heading over to your kitchen to get some iced coffee for the both of you. “Tell me, why should I help you? Why should I help the man who has made it his mission to offend me every time we speak?”

You may have been a little unfair in saying that. Sure, he was a brat, but so were you. In fact, ever since you two met you had always been at each other’s throats, demeaning one another, insulting everything from intellect to personality to looks. You doubt your paths would have ever crossed had it not been for your good friend Harley, who introduced you both one fateful summer evening.

You don’t know what went wrong that day. Maybe it was the weather, the exceptionally hot wind that only frequented Gotham once every couple of years, the ones that made the city cranky and sweaty, or perhaps it was simply a bad first impression, the ones that just happened every once in a while. It had happened far too long ago to remember what it was that made you dislike Jonathan so much in the first place, and you were sure it didn’t matter. According to everyone who knew him, he had always been an ass, but he was good company once you got to know him.

Maybe he was. You wanted to figure that out, to peel away the layers of armor. You could be friends, lovers even. He could be yours. Yours to do whatever you wanted with. Yours to put in place, because god knows he needed it.

You weren’t sure when you started to think like this. To grow an obsession, but you did, and you couldn’t stop your feelings now. You didn’t want to stop. Loving Jonathan was too addictive, no matter how much he pretended to hate you — because you knew he didn’t actually hate you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t stop in once every while, under the pretense of snarky put-downs or brags. He wouldn’t graze his fingers with yours when walking by, and he wouldn’t ask your friends (namely Harley) what you did, what you liked, and what you talked about.

“Because deep down,” Jonathan answered, following you into the kitchen, “you know I’m brilliant, and you know I deserve your help.” He accepted the coffee, taking a small sip before continuing, “But you’re too prideful to admit it.”

“Maybe I am, but that’s not a good reason. Deserve isn’t enough, Crane. At least not for me. I know you can do better than this, convince me. That mouth must be good for something.”

Jonathan paused, his tongue briefly sweeping over his lower lip, making it glisten in the light of the lamp. You weren’t sure if the brief silence was because he got flustered, or he was just thinking. “Then do it because you want to,” he finally said. “Because you know my research is important and you care for it, enough to do me this one simple favor.”

“I don’t know . . .” you trailed off in a teasing tone.

It seemed like Jonathan was getting annoyed again. “My dear, won’t you help me?”

“I’m still thinking.”

He groaned. “Pretty please?”

You let out a little sigh, barely audible. “I will. For you.”

That last part had intended to come off as flirtatious and pretentious, but instead, it was soft and delicate, so vulnerable it took you off guard.

“Thank you,” he said, setting his glass down. He had finished all of the coffee, quickly enough so that there were still ice cubes lying on the bottom of the glass. “I’ll pick you up, around four. Who knows, maybe we’ll even have some fun.”

And that was it. He left through your front door without saying anything else, leaving you with thoughts of the gala and what dress you were going to wear.

That next week you had settled on one and bought yourself a burgundy dress, a beautiful shade of red, one like expensive wine or fresh blood, a color that you knew looked good on you. It was a deep cut that went through the valley of your breasts, but if you pressed your arms inwards just slightly, which you fully intended to do, they would push up. It was a look classy enough for a gala, but still seductive enough to garner attention.

Originally, you weren’t going to attend the function at all. This kind of stuff had always been boring for you, even as a child who was forced to go, but if Jonathan was going on your behalf then you sorta had to and definitely wanted to.

A ring sounded through your house. He was here.

You opened the door and took a deep breath once you saw Jonathan. He was dressed in a neat suit, but not like the suit he was wearing when you last saw him. This one was charcoal black, silky, and smooth, with a white handkerchief in his outer breast pocket. His shoes were the same color and looked like they had just been shined, and in his hand was a bouquet of red roses.

“For you,” he said, placing them in your hands. His eyes swept over your figure, and his mouth parted for a moment. “It matches.” You huffed, secretly flattered. “But it’s such a shame.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “Such a pretty little dress wasted on such an ugly little thing.”

You blinked, and then tossed the flowers to the side, letting them fall into a patch of dirt (you were definitely going to pick them up later). “Like you’re such a piece of work.”

“I am,” he said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Men and women love me.”

Despite how attractive you found him, you really didn’t believe that. You were sure his attitude warded most people off, and besides, he was an introvert and a criminal. Dating wasn’t just something people like him did often.

“We’ll see. This gala will be filled with attractive young bachelors. Get one interested in you and I’ll admit you're handsome,” you challenged.

“Admit?” He laughed, a beautiful laugh. “Admit implies that you already find me handsome, you just don’t want to confess so.”

This man needed to be slapped. He needed to be given a good, hard hit across the face.

“You know what? I feel like being alone tonight. I think I’ll just go to the gala without you.”

You were about to close the door, intending to head to your garage, but Jonathan grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside, shutting the door behind you.

“No takebacks. You promised. Where’s your honor?”

“Honor?” You scoffed. “I’m a killer, what did you expect?”

Jonathan must have really thought that you were going to leave because he gripped your wrist tighter. “I’m sorry,” he quickly said. “I’ll be good tonight.” He placed his index finger to his thumb with his free hand and made a zipping motion across his lips. “See?”

“You better be. I’m doing you a favor here. Now, come inside, we’ll take my car—”

“I have a car,” Jonathan said. “I even got us a driver.”

You took a peek over his shoulders. Sure enough, there was a fancy car waiting in the driveway, engine still on. It was difficult to see through the windows but you could make out the faint outline of a man in the driver’s seat.

“If you insist.”

He held out his arm for you to take, and while you did want to, you instead shoved it away. For a moment, you swore a flicker of hurt crossed his face, but it was gone too fast for you to be sure it was even there at all.

“Where’s my invite?” he asked.

“You don’t have one. You’re going as my plus one.”

“As your date?”

“It’s not a date. I thought you said you were going to be a good boy. What’s with all this complaining?”

“I’m not complaining, I was expressing my feelings. You should work on that. As a psychiatrist, I recommend—”

“—I recommend you shut the fuck up.”

Jonathan put his hands up, surrendering, but he did so beaming.

It hadn’t taken too long to get to the party. Traffic was high as always, but time seemed to be flowing faster than ever, despite you and Jonathan staying silent.

When you arrived there was a line of cars. Wayne Manor, a building you had only been to twice before, was still as impressive as you remember. It was a collection of elegant architecture and stonework, with a large wooden entrance that opened up to a main hall. The size of the driveway and front lawn was a bit unnecessary, at least to you, but what else could you expect from old money?

After getting out of the car you were greeted by cameras and reporters, lights flashing in your eyes, but you didn’t bother with them.

Jonathan reached out his hand, and this time you did take it — but only because everyone was watching, and if you pushed him away it would have caused an unnecessary scene. Jonathan’s driver drove the car away for parking and you both walked inside.

The inside was spacious, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and people dressed classy, with gloves and diamond earrings, all mingling and chatting with each other about the stock market or their annoying ex-spouse or how it was such a bother when their vacation to Switzerland had to be canceled because of work. There was a tray of snacks and waiters walking around with luxurious drinks, something you immediately took advantage of.

“Thank you, sir,” you said politely, taking a glass of champagne, but before you could take a sip someone called out your name.

You turned around to see Bruce Wayne himself waving over to you, a boyish charm about him. He had two women on his arms, models or prostitutes, or both, you couldn’t tell, but they were drop-dead gorgeous.

Your parents did business with him, and as a result, you met him at a young age. You were never really buddy best friends, but you went to the same school and that was enough for him to invite you to all his parties and greet you as though you were a family friend.

“You know Bruce Wayne?” Jonathan whispered, but before you could answer Bruce approached you both.

“I haven’t seen you around in a while,” he said. “This is Mila and Stephanie. Say hi ladies.” They giggled and waved as he gave the back of your hand a little kiss. “Gorgeous girl. You should wear these outfits more often, you truly look stunning.”

You let him put his arm around your waist, enjoying the compliment.

“Oh, no,” you said modestly. “It’s just a dress.”

Jonathan chuckles. “Ah, don’t be like that, my darling. You look exquisite.”

You all but glared at him. Now he said you looked nice.

“What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” Bruce removed his arm from around your waist and held it out to shake Jonathan’s hand.

“Dr. Jonathan Crane,” he responded, a little tense. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne.”

“Jonathan’s actually doing some research into brain chemistry,” you said.

“Really? Tell me about it, Dr. Crane,” Bruce said, flashing a charming smile.

“I would,” Jonathan responded, turning to you, “but I don’t wanna bore my girl.”

“Your girl?” Bruce repeated, eyes glancing at you. “ You’re a lucky guy. Tell me how scored such a beauty like her?”

“Oh, it wasn’t that hard.” Jonathan reached around and put his hand on your shoulder. “She was practically falling all over me.”

That was true, but your jaw still clenched. “He likes to exaggerate,” you told Bruce with a little laugh.

“Well, if you ever want to change things up a little, I’m right here.” Bruce winked comically, leaving with his girls.

You could tell Bruce wasn’t joking. It sounded like a serious offer, only told in a joking format so as to not rile Jonathan up, as he was under the impression Jonathan was your actual boyfriend.

“You’re a jealous mongrel,” you told Jonathan once Bruce was out of sight. You both walked over to a more secluded corner. “Can’t imagine the idea of having to share, huh? Had to go and make up stories?”

Jonathan scowled. “He was shameless around you. Be grateful I warded him off,” he said arrogantly. “And it’s not like you guys would have worked out. With what your hobby and all.”

You didn’t say anything. Jonathan was jealous, huh? You know felt a sudden urge to go after Bruce, get a little drunk, and follow him back to his room. It’s not like he wasn’t handsome, he was the most eligible bachelor in the city. And you did like him. He was funny and nice. Plus, you two had known each other for a long while. What a fun trope, especially if it was making Jonathan mad.

“A good fuck needs to work out only for the night.” You shrugged.

“You—you can’t,” Jonathan sputtered out. “You’re here with me, not him.”

“I don’t see the problem. I got you in the door and now you don’t need me anymore. What’s wrong if I have some fun?”

“You can’t.”

You waved him off, though you were enjoying the way he was pouting.

“Brat,” you muttered under your breath.

“I’m not a brat.” He gave a dry chuckle. “Excuse me for wanting to spend the night with you.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?” You grinned devilishly. “Act like you want nothing more than to be here.”

Jonathan’s breathing hitched. Yours did too.

“You want it?”

“Don’t be scared.”

After you said that he didn’t hesitate to lean forward to give you a hard kiss, bringing his hand around the back of your head to push you both even closer together. He pulled away, his face still close to yours.

“Like that?”

“Yeah, like that,” you breathed out.

“I can give you more,” he whispered in your ear, his breath almost ticklish. “I know you want it. Been fantasizing about me all this time, hmm?”

You smiled coyly.

“For me to bend you over like the whore you are—”

“—Careful, Crane. I might just have to slap you.”

“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you. Fucking say it—”

You took a quick glance around the room to see if anyone was looking, which they thankfully weren’t, and then gave Jonathan a quick, harsh slap to the face.

The force of it made his neck turn, and his cheeks immediately turned red. He stayed silent for a moment, looking up at you through thick eyelashes, eyes narrowed in lust. It was all the conformation you needed to grab his chin, lift his face up, and give him another slap.

Before you could say anything else he pressed his lips up against you again, pressing you up against the wall passionately.

You backed away, and he furrowed his eyebrows, but all you did was grab his hand, feeling a frenzy of desire take over you. “Let’s go.”

You dragged him through the sea of people and out a backdoor. There were a couple of people walking around in the garden, but you managed to find a place secluded enough for you and Jonathan. The ground was grassy and soft, and no one was walking by. Even if they did, they’d have to be purposefully looking for you two to see you both behind the trees and flowers.

“Lay down,” you ordered.

He grinned but did as you asked. “Here? Outside? You’re such a naughty girl.”

“Do you wanna wait until we get home?”

“No,” he said, a little too eagerly. “I want it now.” He sat up and tugged on your dress, running his hand up your leg. “You’re so soft,” he murmured, planting a few wet kisses on your thigh.

You sighed contently, enjoying the affection he was giving you. This moment felt like a haze, like the world was just slipping by and you were stuck in time, a feeling that made you wonder if this was a dream or not. The evening sunset and dark sky weren’t helping either. It all felt perfect, too perfect.

“Mmm.” Jonathan reached up and hooked his fingers into your underwear. You snapped out of your trance and swatted his hand away.

“Getting a little touchy there, aren’t you?”

He smirked, looking up at you through thick eyelashes. “Just tryna please you, darling.”

You thought for a moment, then decided that you would let him eat you out.

“Alright then. Please me, Dr. Crane.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the name, savoring the way it rolled so delicately off your tongue. He lifted up your dress and pulled down your panties. You kicked them off to the side and rested your dominant leg on his shoulder.

He pushed his finger against your folds, making a humming sound. “You’re so wet, darling.”

He leaned forward to suck on your clit roughly.

You lightly gasped at the pleasant sensation, bucking your hips into his face accidentally. You had meant to show more control, but how could you when Jonathan was so hungrily lapping? burying his face into your pussy like he was starved, passionately alternating between licking and sucking.

“Oh, Jonathan.”

His fingers, which had been gripping your hips, moved upward. As he continued to press his tongue against your clit his finger gently prodded your entrance, making sure that you were ready. He pushed his finger, curling it slightly.

You stifled your moans, not wanting a passerby to catch you two in the act, but you were finding it difficult. He kept thrusting his finger in and out of you, adding another one just a minute later.

You threw your head back, eyes shut. You held his head for balance and relaxed, letting yourself go into a peaceful bliss. But then you felt Jonathan’s teeth nip your bud, biting into it deliberately, and you yelped.

Gripping his hair, you forced him to look at you. His mouth and nose were covered in your wetness, and his lips were curving up into a delightful smile.

“What was that for?”

He shrugged. “Mmm, I couldn’t help it, Ma’am.”

Instead of reprimanding him, you took the selfish route and pushed his face in between your legs, grinding onto his lips until you felt that familiar sense of elated happiness. You came all over him, your brain shutting off, or rather, getting overloaded at that euphoric, all-consuming release.

You let go of Jonathan’s hair, but he didn’t pull away. He licked up your cum, making your nerves feel overstimulated, but after he was satisfied, he stopped.

“You like that?” he asked.

“F-fuck, yeah.”

You grabbed your panties and put them back on, much to Jonathan’s dismay.

“Where are you going?” He got up, using his sleeve to wipe off the remaining juices on his face. You could see a tent, his cock poking out from under his pants.

“Home, of course. And you’re coming with me.”

He shook his head vehemently, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his hard cock against your body. “Let’s finish this here. I can’t wait any longer. Don’t make me wait.”

“If you’re a good boy, you’ll wait.”

“I can’t,” he bitched desperately, hurriedly pulling down his pants. “I won’t. I’ve waited too fucking long.”

You grabbed his cock through the fabric, squeezing it tight in his hands.

His face contorted to one of pleasure and pain. “Huh!”

“You think you can just get what you want? After you’ve such a dick? Oh, ‘she was practically falling all over me’. ‘Such a pretty little dress wasted on such an ugly little thing.’”

“C’mon, I didn’t mean it! You looked so beautiful, I was just trying to make you mad. Be nice . . . Pleaseee?”

You gripped it tighter and he whimpered. “See how pathetic you get the moment I show an ounce of authority? How you start to beg? If I say something you do it. Do you understand?” He didn’t say anything, his lips still parted in pain. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes!” he choked out.

You let go. “Good boy. Now go call your driver and ask him to pick us up ‘round back. Unless you want everyone to see your erection?”

You gestured to the front of the manor, where through the bushes you could still see people enjoying the party.

“No, no.” He called his driver, trying his best to cover his erection by interlocking his hands in front of his waist. “You’re a cruel goddess.”

While you two waited for the driver, you peppered sweet kisses along Jonathan’s neck, but when he arrived, you stopped, making him groan at the loss.

Throughout the drive back to your place, you ghosted your fingers over Jonathan’s lap, occasionally resting your hand on his length. Once the driver dropped you both off, you wasted no time in pushing him to your room.

He took off his clothes as did you, his white cock springing up furiously. It was just the right size, bigger and longer than average, almost so that you worried about having to fit it inside you.

His figure was lanky, but still muscled, just the way you thought it would be. You placed your fingers on his chest, twisting his nipples. He shuddered and took off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. You shoved him down on your bed and he immediately spread his legs, giving you perfect access.

“Want me to suck you off, Jon?”

“Yes!” he said impatiently. “Just do it.”

You spanked his balls with your hand, carefully watching the way they bounced ever so slightly.

“Nghh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Do it whenever you feel like.”

Despite his words, you could see him waiting anxiously for you to touch him.

You did so, kissing the tip of his head and running your tongue through the slit, tasting the salty precum he was leaking. He hissed when you took his entire length. “Ah.”

You gripped your thumb so you wouldn’t gag and took him in all the way, hollowing out your cheeks. He thrusted up, deepthroating you for a hot second before he placed his hips firmly against the bed, not wanting to do anything that would upset you.

“So—so warm,” he stuttered out. “Can’t wait to feel your cunt, if your mouth is this fucking good.”

You would have said something, but your mouth was filled, busy bobbing up and down. He squirmed and moaned, shamelessly being as loud as he could. You could feel yourself getting wet again, but you controlled your urges for the sake of Jonathan.

He brushed your hair out of the way, scrunching up his face. “M’gonna — hnghhh — m’gonna come!”

That was when you pulled off of him.

It took a moment for him to realize what you were doing, but when he did, he wasted no time in complaining.

“No,” he mewled, tearing up. “I’ve been such a good boy. Such a good boy.”

“Have you?” You giggled.

“I need you, I need this,” he moaned. “I’ve wanted you so bad — that’s why I came to you, that’s why I came to you and no one else. I didn’t even need the sponsors that bad, I just wanted to see you. I . . . I’m in agony,” he continued dramatically.

“That’s sad.”

More tears ran down his cheek at your nonchalant words. He sniffled. “Please, stop that and just make me come!”

“Okay. I think you deserve it.”

But instead of putting your mouth back on him, you sunk onto his cock, slowly at first, so your pussy could get used to the size.

“Oh, fuck,” Jonathan cursed, placing one of his hands on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. His other hand went up to play with your breasts, cupping and kneading them like they were pieces of dough.

You started bouncing, a string of incoherent words and moans leaving your mouth. Jonathan sat up and wrapped you in his arms, kissing down your neck as you moved.

“You feel so good,” you murmured, clenching around his cock. “I s-should have done this sooner.”

“Should’ve,” Jonathan agreed. “But — ah — we can always do this more often, yeah?”

Too blissed out to respond with words, you just nodded your head, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

It didn’t take long for both of you to come after that. His hot load spurted inside of you and you came again, but this time on his cock.

He collapsed, exhausted from the sensations.

You slowly got up, letting out a little wince as you felt his length leave you. You cuddled up beside him, caressing his cheek, wrapping you both in the blanket. He looked a little tired, and you didn’t blame him. So were you.

“You set my soul alight,” he said softly. “You always have.”

You wanted to ask him how deep his feelings ran, if this was just sex, or if it was something more, but when he fell asleep on your breast, you dropped the idea. He trusted you enough to let his guard down around you, and for now, that was more than enough.

The rest of the night was spent holding each other in your arms as you slept. When you woke up in the morning, he was still there, snoring softly like he was a peaceful angel.

You pulled him closer to you. “I’m never letting you go,” you murmured darkly. “Never.”

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ravenna-reid · 1 month

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Black Vixen & Ballet

Jason Todd x Ex-Ballerina Vigilante Reader

Another ballet show held in the heart of Gotham City. The opulent building was filled with the rich and conceited with their glistening jewels, glasses of alcohol and expensive clothing. You stood on the balcony that looked over the entrance and small bar that sat outside the theatre, silently judging and observing them all. Soon, all of the aristocrats that were here drinking and gossiping would file into the theatre and watch the Swan Lake, and pretend that they weren't some of the worst and most corrupt people in Gotham.

Hair cascading down your back and your fitted, satin dress the colour of the midnight sky trailing behind you, you simply held onto your untouched wine glass and watched. Someone's hand suddenly slipped between yours and your glass, smoothly taking it from your hold. Turning to see who was asking for your attention, you just managed to hide your surprised expression. That cologne, those eyes, you recognised it all instantly.

"Mm," He hummed, looking down at your nails as he took a sip from your glass. Claws is what the thugs on the streets were calling them, and it made you laugh. Black, slick and sharp, they were both pretty and lethal. Just like you. "I'd notice those nails anywhere."

His eyes flickered up to look at you, his dark raven hair hanging before them, still a little damp from his shower. He wore an impeccable suit, but it did little to hide how muscular he was.

"You're not still holding a grudge against me, are you?" You asked softly, a smirk on your lips as you took your glass back.

He cocked his head to the side, a disapproving glint passing through those ocean blue eyes.

"You scared me, what was I to do?" You reasoned, pretending to be upset and wearing your best, fake saddened expression. Jason moved behind you until he was at your other side, looking down at the bustling audience below.

"So is that what you do?" He began, "Hit first and ask questions later?"

"I guess I've been hanging around you for too long." You smiled, and he failed to suppress his own smile. Your eyes trailed down his tie to where his stomach was, and you could imagine the claw marks you had accidentally left behind.

"I did apologise." You replied, voice smooth like wine. It did something to Jason. Made him both love sick and feral. Weak at the knees and desperate.

Yes, you had apologised. You remembered that night and how he hesitantly closed the space between the both of you. How you had held your hand over the scratch marks to try and ease the pain. The look in his eyes and the thrumming in your chest. The cool breeze. The dark alley way with its broken streetlights. You had quietly explained to him what you were doing, and he gave you a curt warning to stay safe. Then he had pulled his hood back over his head and disappeared as quickly as he came.

Glasses clinking and fake laughter rippled through out the warmly lit room. He leant down on the railing and you couldn't help but take note of how close the two of you were. Just centimetres away from arms brushing against each other. So close yet so far away.

"Reminiscing?" He asked looking over at you, voice like whiskey on ice. You forgot that he knew you were once the foremost ballerina in Gotham. The night that changed it all being the night you performed as the Black Swan. Strong, elegant, skilled and striking. You were a dazzling star. Your hair was in a slicked back bun, make-up beautiful and fierce, adorned in black lace. He once mentioned how he had been there that night, much to your surprise, leaving out that he'd been forced to go by Bruce and Dick for socialising reasons. He thought you were the most stunning girl he'd seen, but soon realised you were too good for him.

You hummed in response, and he wondered how you went from an esteemed Ballerina to a feared Vigilante. From the Black Swan to being called the Black Vixen. You suddenly turned, leaning your back on the cool, gilded railing and turning to him. He watched as your silky hair moved against your shoulder. He swallowed hard, the intense fluttering continuing in his chest.

"If you're here for Dickinson..." you began, gliding closer towards him so no one else could hear you, "You better be smart about it. His thugs are everywhere."

His head instinctively moved closer to yours. How did you know about Dickinson? How did you know that was Jason's latest target? "What do you know?"

"Not enough." Your perfume flooded his senses, his eyes trailing from the end of your black dress back up to your eyes.

"You're here on a mission?"

Turning from him, you shrugged.

"Are you armed?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Without meaning to, he grabbed hold of your arm. His grip gentle yet demanding. "Listen, you can't mess with these guys-"

You fiercely turned to face him again. "Don't you think I know that?"

You were both back in that alley way, looking at each other like you'd die for each other. So much longing. So much yearning.

"Jason!" Your eyes turned to another boy, hair dark and eyes bright like his, as he made his way over. Jason. It was nice to finally put a name to the face. The boy gave you a large smile before focusing on Jason with a sly smirk. "Well, who is this?"

Jason let go of your arm as he turned to his brother and cursed his timing under his breath. "She's a...a friend. She used to be a ballerina." Jason turned back to face you, but found an empty space instead.

"Huh," Dick chuckled. "Looks like she needed an excuse to quickly ditch you. Glad I could help her out." His laugh rang in Jason's ears, his arm falling around Jason's shoulders in a joking manner.

Jason shot his brother a cold look before searching the area for you. But you were no where to be found.

"Black Vixen...what are you up to?"

#jason todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x fem!reader #red hood imagine #red hood x fem!reader #dc comics #dcu #dc universe #dick grayson #nightwing

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ghost-bxrd · 19 days

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(Don't know if this was asked already but)

What are the Titan's first reaction to Dick calling to them in owl hoots?

And what's their reaction to Batman answering Dick the same way?

At first he wouldn’t make any birds sounds around them at all, opting to wear contacts and talk as little as possible.

The first time they witness the bird sounds would probably be in response to Robin hijacking the comms after Dick didn’t check in with him at the alotted time, suddenly Nightwing is just standing off to the side, hooting and chirping softly in the the comms.

The titans are definitely confused because??? They thought Nightwing was human???? But apparently the name means something after all so whatever. If they can have an alien on the team then a bird-man-whatever is nothing. And Dick, upon seeing that they really don’t care at all, starts making bird sounds more frequently around them. And the Titans likewise learn to interpret some of the sounds (“look!” Is a sharp hoot, “stop!” a chittering hiss, and “nice-move-but-I’m-going-to-show-you-where-it-really-hurts-now” is an amused little chirrup).

The real surprise is Batman and Robin responding to Nightwing with the same sort of bird sounds and it takes them a good moment to realize that—- yep, “tall-dark-and-scary” just hooted at him like an owl. And now, apparently he’s not mocking him because Nightwing appears very happy about it and Robin also makes those weird little cheeps and trills that genuinely don’t sound like they should be coming from a human throat at all and—-

Yep, now Nightwing is??? Cuddling Robin???? Is that a thing?????? And making the softest bird noises yet?????? (One of the Titans definitely tries approaching them but the dead stare Dick gives them makes them backtrack very quickly. The message is clear: no approaching Robin.)

((Jason meanwhile jabs Dick in the ribs hard and pointedly makes his way over to the Titans to cheerfully say hello and let them know that if anything happens to Nightwing on their watch, he’s going to become their worst nightmare. The Titans are reluctantly impressed but also very much aware that Nightwing is still giving them that eerily blank stare that promises a world of pain if anybody even thinks about harming a hair on Robin’s head. Like they ever would. Batman’s wrath alone wouldn’t be worth it, but now they’re starting to see that Nightwing might be even scarier than him.

Wally eventually takes one for the team and introduces himself to Jason, offering to share some silly stories about Nightwing from their last mission and eat ice cream.The speedster is the first Titan to get his individual bird call.))

The Titans obviously aren’t going to question Batman hooting at Nightwing (no way, they value their skeletal integrity thank you very much) but that day, many wild rumors and speculations about Batman are born, some them gaining enough attention that JLA hear of them.

None of them want to ask, but the running bet is either that the Batfamily are all metas with bird characteristics (“It explains how they can stomach swinging through the city like that Roy! They’re meant to have wings, but now they have to compensate!”), or that they’re secretly some kind of eldritch entities that embody all the weirdness of Gotham City (“No Donna, think about it, it makes sense! Remember all those random owl statues and carvings around the city? They’re literally an embodiment of that cursed place!”)

#theories are going wild #Nightwing never confirms nor denies #but he has a fun time listening to them fumbling about in the dark #they never do find out about his talon past #well maybe Wally does #who knows #Batman likewise never admits to anything #and any questions in that regard are answered with a blank bat stare #Robin is a gleeful little shit who makes more bird sounds around the JLA than Dick does #nobody knows the batfam’s civilian identity #Oliver would probably drop dead of shock if he knew Brucie Wayne was Batman #did I mention they’ve known each other sicne childhood in owl song?#hm well I have now #Brucie and Oliver are childhood somethings #owl song

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sleepy-writes-stuff · 11 months

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DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #15

(#) = Notes at the end of post

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A Lonely Star Shines in the Night

The Guys in White have gone too far. So far that the Danny's universe as they know it is collapsing into itself as a result of the agent's foolish attempt to rid the land of the dead, undying, and neverborn. They tried nuking the Infinite Realms and all it got them was their dimension erased with the Infinite Realms only suffering minor damage.

Either way, Danny's home is gone.

In the struggle to gather his family and spirit them away into the Ghost Zone, he was separated from them when the GIW blew the portal to smithereens with him on the other side and his family still in the living realm. Overtaken by grief, his core cracking from his failure to protect those precious to him, he scoured the Realms for a natural portal back, to no avail.

In his search, he is nearly driven mad by his desperation. Unable to see their King in such pain and slowly unraveling into a second coming of Pariah Dark, Clockwork, Frostbite, and Pandora gather their strength and force him into an entirely different universe to grieve and heal. A universe full of heroes. He won't know this for a while, however, because where he ended up was the old Gotham observatory.

With his obsession of protecting--his friends, his family, his town, his entire world--torn to shreds, his damaged core magnified his secondary obsession: the very cosmos itself. His core latched onto the remaining obsession and inadvertently temporarily tied Danny to the very foundation of the old observatory. That is where he lingers for years, unable to leave and unable to stop crying for his lost family and friends, repeating their names over and over in a neverending mantra.

It isn't until much later that people start to notice his presence, due to the observatory having been unused for decades. What use was an observatory if you couldn't even see the stars in the perpetual smog that blanketed the city? At some point, however, a couple of daring teenagers snuck into the observatory one night and had a first hand encounter with a strange being. Needless to say, they didn't stick around for much longer. The reports they made to the police and what they posted on social media the next day were nonetheless wildly interesting.

Each of them described relatively the same thing. Of first seeing a bright, sliver star shining in the dark(1) of the empty building but then quickly noticing it was set in the center of the chest of a being that might as well have been made from the black void of the night sky itself. They described a being with hair that faded into white, glowing mist that was circled by a crown of ice crystals and star dust. Most notable of all to them, however, were the low humming whispers coupled with the mercury tears leaking from aurora green eyes in a neverending stream that dripped and echoed hauntingly across the marble floors below.

Of course, no one really believed their wild tales at first. Then it became a game among high schoolers and college students to wander the old observatory just to see if they would catch sight of this mysterious being. If not, no harm done. That is until one student accidentally injured themselves trying to find this ghost they've been hearing rumors about. (2)

Regardless of whether or not the being inhabiting the observatory directly caused this student's injury, he's gained the Batclan's attention.

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Notes:

(1) The star in his chest is his core. The black/night parts of his ghost form are slightly translucent even when not intangible/invisible. You can literally see straight through him to his core, which basically looks like a condensed white dwarf star. Also, due to the damage his core has taken and his grief, it's cracking and looks like it's going to go supernova.

(2) Danny didn't directly cause the student to get injured. The student literally just turned the corner and nearly ran right into Danny as he was wandering in his grief-stricken stupor. This caused the student to freak out, run the opposite direction, and fall down a flight of stairs cause they weren't watching where they placed their feet. Danny is not violent or territorial here. His mind has literally checked out and left because trauma, grief, and a fractured sense of ghostly self are one hell of a combo on a halfa.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny is stuck/forced to haunt the old Gotham observatory after the GIW royally screw up #danny gets pushed into another dimension to heal/deal with his grief around people who can help him #the batclan get invested and extremely worried for danny almost immediately upon meeting him #danny has two obsessions #protection and space #danny is ghost king #ghost core #his core looks like a white dwarf star #it also looks like its on the brink of going supernova #if someone doesn't help him soon thats exactly what will happen and he'll basically cease to exist #dp crossover #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #writing prompt #prompt #sleepy-writes-stuff

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Phantom in Gotham

Due to Ao3 being down, I’m posting my DP x DC fic here!

Chapter 1

Tim wasn't sure what about the new kid caught his attention. Maybe it was the black hair and blue eyes, or the fact that he seemed to be as sleep-deprived as Tim considering the deep eyebags. Tim figured it could also be the numerous red flags that somehow keep appearing the more he gets to know Danny. The unnaturally cold hands, slower than usual heartbeat (discovered by Connor), or the fact that Danny used the lunch period as more of a nap time instead of actually eating. To put it lightly, Tim was concerned. So was Connor, but less in a way of ‘hey this kid probably needs help’ like Tim was and more ‘hey this kid might be dangerous’.

But the kid was nice. Tim could see that Danny was a good person. Every morning at school since Danny started showing up- halfway through the school year, which was another red flag- he'd talk to Tim before their class started about everything and anything. Tim learned that Danny liked astronomy, wanted to meet Martian Manhunter someday to ask about space, he had an older sister Jazz and a younger sister Ellie, both of whom he hadn't seen in a while. Tim didn't press, but he was pretty sure Danny was living on his own. He just wasn’t sure why.

Of course, many possibilities crossed his mind. Tim was a detective first and foremost, and he could never leave an unsolved mystery alone. His list included runaway, kicked out, in danger, or on the run because of meta abilities. Because of that last oneTim wasn’t sure if he should look him up on the batcomputer or not. If Danny was running or laying low for some reason, tipping Batman off about it would not work in Danny’s favor. Tim also wanted to find this out on his own first, without Batman’s help.

Tim helped as best he could. He brought granola bars for Danny in the morning, who lit up like an excited puppy at the prospect of snacks. He felt good about being able to help his new friend, but wished he could do more than keep him company during class and lunch. Speaking of lunch, Danny never ate much of it. Tim usually tried to get him to eat something, but Danny usually waved him off and took a nap at their table instead. Tim would share a concerned glance with Steph and Connor, but for the most part they let him sleep, and made him eat a bunch of his school lunch after he woke up.

Danny never asked for anything, and he was always cheerful- a forced cheerfulness, Tim could recognize- catching him in those rare moments when he wore a sad smile, like something he remembered was painful to think about. Tim wasn't sure what Danny had gone through, but he knew it probably wasn't good. He assumed the kid was a runaway of sorts, but Gotham Academy was a rich prep school, so Tim wondered how a runaway would be able to afford attendance at such a school. Obviously the kid wasn’t from Gotham, and that worried Tim with how much crime went on around the city. One possibility was that his parents sent him away as a ‘boarding school’ of sorts. Tim wasn’t sure how Gotham Prep was the best option for that though.

Tim wanted nothing more than to investigate Danny's life, but had put it off. Part of him wanted Danny to tell him himself, but he had also been swamped with a new vigilante on the streets. None of the other bats ever saw who it was, but they all could feel something helping them or other people out. Like some invisible force they couldn't detect. It was hard to notice at first, with a few crooks tripping conveniently, a well placed pot falling on someone’s head. But it grew to become more, like one of them getting pushed out of the way, or sheets of ice appearing magically on the ground in the middle of summer. Tim had tried to call out, but no one ever answered. After a month, the invisible ghost still hadn’t showed itself, but they knew he- it? she?- was still around. Dick thought it was like a ghost friend, unsurprisingly nicknaming it Casper. Bruce, not so much.

But back to Danny. Tim was worried. Granted, they'd only known each other for a month at most, but he reminded Tim of Dick. Always hiding sad smiles behind false cheer, caring more about the people around them than themself. Tim shook his head, trying to disperse the thoughts around Danny's mysterious past. It would be rude to pry.

"You sure you don't want to come over after school?" Tim asked,"Steph and I are gonna do homework, you can totally join us if you want."

"Ah," Danny froze, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly a moment later. Tim could see his pale skin and deep eyebags from standing so close. He chewed his lower lip in worry while the taller teen stammered through an excuse. "I- I have some things to do at home, you know, chores and stuff. Maybe next time."

"Alright,"Tim answered easily, filing the answer down to analyze later. Meanwhile Steph booed at Danny from behind Tim. "Maybe next time? You could come over for movie night on Friday?" Steph added, frustration seeping into her voice,. Tim was sure Danny was either ignoring her outburst or didn’t notice.

"I'll think about it,"Danny smiled nervously, stepping away and waving goodbye when they got to the street.

Tim waved back, shoulders slumping in disappointment. Steph shot him a knowing glance. "Looks like you're wearing him down at least. He'll be a Wayne before you know it!" Steph cheered, latching onto Tim's arm and dragging him to the car.

"I hope so," Tim sighed. The wearing down part at least, but he wouldn’t argue to having a new brother his age.

"Hey, maybe he's just nervous about visiting the mansion?" Steph speculated. "Rich people's stuff can be a bit overwhelming. Maybe we can go to his house or somewhere else."

"I don't think so," Tim frowned. "Anytime we ask him to hang out after school he has some sort of excuse to get out of it, even if we invite him to the movies or bowling."

Steph pulled a face,"Well, maybe he just doesn't like you," She teased, then turned serious at Tim's glare.

"I am worried about him though,"Steph admitted, looking over to where Danny disappeared to,"He reminds me of Dick, but like, more sad. You said he was sick?"

Tim nodded in agreement, worrying his lip between his teeth as he thought. “Slow heartbeat, possibly malnourished, and lower body temperature, but other than that he acts fine. No low energy, he does pretty average in Gym class. I found a few diseases that it could be online, but I don’t have enough symptoms to narrow it down and it’d be weird to ask.“

"Have you looked him up on the batcomputer yet?" Steph asked, climbing into the car.

Tim shook his head. "Not yet. I don't want to pry too much, but I think he might be a runaway. It doesn't explain why he's at school, but it would partially explain his poor health. I just really don’t want Batman to find out, and he will if I use the Batcomputer. Connor also said his heartbeat was lower than he’d ever heard on someone not dying, so he might be a meta? It wouldn't be a stretch for his family to have kicked him out for being a meta. It happens."Tim thought aloud.

"Could also be a medical condition, like you said before." Steph pointed out. "I don’t know any metas that would have slower heartbeats, cuz usually enhancements means faster. He does seem kinda tired all the time. And he really doesn't eat much during school."

Tim hummed in agreement. "I'm just worried about him,"Tim sighed.

"Alright Bruce,"Steph teased, smacking him lightly on the shoulder,"Should I get Alfred to set up another bedroom?"

Tim shoved her playfully, frown morphing into the beginnings of a smile. "I'm not gonna adopt him Steph, he's our age."

"Sure,"Steph shrugged with a smile that told Tim she didn't believe him at all.

"Maybe Bruce would though, if we introduced them."

"Tim, no."

Chapter 2

#dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom #tim drake

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Are you still taking prompts? If so, please consider the following. Danny gets summoned to Gothem by a cult who planned to sacrifice one of the batfam to him. What they were not expecting was for the Ghost King to appear, laying on the ground, curled up under a very warm looking blanket, 80% asleep as he mumbles, "where the fuck am I? Why would you summon me so late at night??"

That's hilarious.

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Tim hates cultists. They are in the top five of people he hates, beating out door to door evangelists by a slim margin. They were still under people who park their shopping cart diagonally across the aisle. The only reason they are lower on the list is because most cultists didn't learn how to tie a proper knot, but if he can't get free before the high summoner finishes his chant, cultist are going to find themselves moving up on his shit list.

The markings on the floor around Tim started to glow a vivid, toxic green. Freezing wind whipped in a frigid tornado and Tim shivered despite the insulation his Red Robin suit provided. Small ice crystals formed as the humidity in the air froze, the tiny snowflakes getting caught up in the wind, swirling and condensing I center of the circle. Right in front of Tim, and there was nothing he could do to stop whatever the cultists we're summoning from coming. Tim squeezed his eyes tight as a bright flash of white light illuminated the room. Everything stood still. The snowflakes hung in the air like crystals on a wire. At the center of the circle, arms reach from where Tim sat was a soft looking blanket.

The cultists shifted and whispered among themselves. Tim heard bits of hushed conversation, "Where's the ghost king?" "Did you do the spell right?" "Maybe he didn't like the sacrifice?"

Tim was only half listening, because the dark blue, star dotted blanket was moving. First, a gloved hand pushed out from the blanket and shifted it until Tim could see snow white hair, blue skin, and one eye, cracked open just enough for Tim to see the unusual tint of green. The green eyed man, boy? Creature? Looked at him intensely. Tim felt as if his very soul was being weighed.

Whatever this person saw in him must have satisfied him because he turned his attention to the cultists.

"You have a lot of nerve," He said sitting up and singling out the cult leader. "Summoning me this early in the morning to-- where even am I?" He asked, turning back to Tim.

"Gotham city." Tim said.

The beings eyes widened slightly and he turned back to the cult leader. "You summed me to fricking New Jersey in the middle of the night? You had better have a damned good reason."

The cult leader straighted under the attention and addressed the being. "I summoned you, Ghost King. I offer you the vigilante Red Robin as a sacrifice if you will assist in helping me to spread our message of redemption to the world."

The Ghost King floated up from where he had been sitting on the ground and hovered in the air, starry blanket draped over his shoulders like a cloak. "You summoned me to New Jersey," the ghost started, slowly, dangerously. "in the middle of the night during finals week to offer me a sacrifice that isn't yours to offer so I can help you take over the world?" As the ghost spoke the wind started picking up and the temperature dropped. Ice started to crawl across the floor in fractals. The lights flashed and sputtered and the shadows seemed to come alive. An eerie static could be heard , and the very air felt oppressive.

The cult leader was trying to stutter apologies or reasonings, but the ghost wasn't listening. He was advancing slowly, the lines of the sigil on the ground hissed and sputtered as the ghost crossed over them, their magic was as useful as a spiders web at containing the being. The ghost reached the cult leader who fell to his knees, begging and pleading. The being looked down at him, head tilted to the side.

"Boo!"

The cult leader screamed and fell to the ground. All the other cultists took that as their cue to scream and run for the exits.

The ghost didn't chase them, he just watched as they scattered like roaches. Once they were gone he turned his full attention onto him. Tim felt a thrill jolt down his spine as those unusual green eyes stared him down. "Let me help you out of that." He said, floating back over to him. Tim didn't flinch, but he held very still as the ghost phased the ropes off his wrists. "I'm sorry you got roped into my business, Robin, was it?"

"Red Robin." Tim said, stretching his arms out from where they had been stuck behind his back.

"I'm Phantom." The ghost said, offering Tim a hand up, which he accepted. "Is there anywhere around here a ghost can get a cup of coffee? I have a long day." Phantom said. Tim smiled at him.

"I think I know a place."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #dc comics #crossover #tim drake #dp x dc #fanfic #brain dead #evandarya answers #sorry it got posted before i was done writing it #writing in the tumblr app is a trip and a half

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dc-and-arfrona · 9 months

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Date Night - Batboys Headcannons

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Batboys! x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k+

Masterlist

Summary: Date-Night

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Batman / Bruce Wayne

Once upon a time in Gotham City, you found yourself in an unexpected and thrilling romance with none other than the enigmatic billionaire, Bruce Wayne. Bruce, as you soon discovered, was also the caped crusader known as Batman. However, when the two of you were together, he set aside his vigilante persona to be just Bruce.

One night, Bruce invited you to Wayne Manor for a special date night. He had prepared a surprise for you, and as you entered the grand estate, you were greeted with the warmth of candlelight and the aroma of freshly popped popcorn. Bruce led you through the vast mansion, and you found yourself in a private theater, complete with luxurious seating and a gigantic screen.

"I thought we could have a cozy movie night," Bruce said, smiling as he saw your eyes light up in delight.

"Wow, Bruce, this is amazing," you exclaimed, feeling touched by the effort he had put into making the evening special.

The two of you settled into the plush seats, and Bruce held out a large bucket of popcorn. He chuckled as he noticed your surprise. "I had Alfred make a generous portion. It's your favorite, right?"

"Definitely," you replied, taking a handful and enjoying the buttery goodness. As the movie began to play, Bruce's arm gently draped over your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. The two of you shared sweet glances, your connection deepening with every passing moment.

Throughout the movie, you found yourselves laughing together, whispering inside jokes, and stealing affectionate glances. Bruce had a way of making you feel at ease and cherished. It was as if the weight of the world lifted whenever you were with him, and you were grateful for these precious moments of normalcy amidst the chaos of Gotham.

After the movie, Bruce surprised you with an array of sweet treats. There were decadent chocolates, delicious pastries, and even your favorite ice cream flavor.

"You remembered," you said, touched by his thoughtfulness.

"I pay attention to the little things," he replied, a soft smile gracing his lips.

As you savored the treats, you and Bruce shared stories from your childhood, revealing more about yourselves and strengthening the bond between you.

As the night came to an end, Bruce walked you to the door. "Thank you for tonight. I had a wonderful time," he said, his voice warm and sincere.

"Thank you for everything, Bruce," you replied, feeling a rush of affection for the man standing before you. "I never thought I'd find someone like you."

He leaned in and kissed you softly, the touch of his lips sending a shiver down your spine. "I never thought I'd find someone like you either," he whispered, his eyes locking with yours.

From that night on, the private theater at Wayne Manor became your special place. Whenever the weight of the world felt too heavy, you knew you could escape there with Bruce, even if only for a few hours. Together, you found solace in each other's presence, watching movies, sharing sweet treats, and cherishing the simple joys of being together.

And so, in the heart of Gotham City, amidst the chaos and darkness, a love story blossomed between a brave billionaire and a kind-hearted soul. Together, they found light in the shadows, and their love thrived, like the beacon of hope that Batman represented to the city he protected.

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Nightwing / Dick Gayson

In the bustling city of Blüdhaven, a sweet and endearing love story unfolded between you and Dick Grayson, the charming and acrobatic hero known as Nightwing. Beneath the mask and the crime-fighting persona, he was Dick—a warm-hearted and fun-loving person who cherished every moment spent with you.

One evening, Dick arrived at your doorstep, a bright smile on his face. "Hey there, partner. Ready for our date night?" he said with a playful wink.

"Absolutely," you replied, returning his smile. "What's on the agenda tonight?"

Dick held up a grocery bag filled with fresh ingredients. "We're going to cook a home-cooked meal together. I've got a great recipe in mind!"

You both donned aprons and set to work in the kitchen, laughing and joking as you prepared the meal. Dick's nimble fingers moved with grace, and he effortlessly guided you through each step, making it a delightful cooking experience.

As the aroma of the delicious meal filled the air, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these simple moments with him. Amidst the chaos of their lives, it was the little things that brought you both closer together.

Once the meal was ready, you set the table with candles, creating a cozy atmosphere in your dining area. You and Dick enjoyed the fruits of your labor, savoring the flavors of the meal you prepared together. The conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself sharing stories and dreams, deepening your connection with each passing moment.

After dinner, you settled on the couch, ready for the next part of your date night—a reality TV show known for its hilarious antics and quirky contestants.

"This show is ridiculous, but it's so much fun to watch," Dick chuckled, flipping through the channels until he found the right one.

You snuggled closer to him, feeling the comfort of his presence. "It's perfect for a date night," you said, laughing along with the show's shenanigans.

As the episodes played, you and Dick couldn't help but make playful commentary, sharing inside jokes and teasing each other about who would win the show's crazy challenges. The joy and laughter that filled the room made you feel like the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of happiness.

As the night wore on, you both realized that it didn't matter what you did as long as you were together. Whether it was fighting crime in the streets or simply cooking a meal and watching reality TV, every moment with Dick felt special and meaningful.

Eventually, the show came to an end, and you found yourselves exchanging sleepy smiles. "I had a great time tonight," Dick said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Me too," you replied, leaning in for a gentle kiss.

With a contented sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, you knew that your love for Dick Grayson, both as Nightwing and as the person he was with you, ran deep.

And so, in the heart of Blüdhaven, amidst the bustling nights and daring escapades, a love story blossomed between a masked hero and a caring soul. Together, they found comfort and joy in the simplest of moments—a home-cooked meal, a funny reality TV show, and most importantly, each other.

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Red Hood / Jason Todd

In the bustling streets of Gotham City, you found yourself in a passionate and thrilling relationship with none other than Jason Todd, the notorious Red Hood. Despite his vigilante alter ego, when he was with you, he embraced his real self, Jason, a complex man with a heart yearning for love and connection.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Jason picked you up on his motorcycle for a date night filled with culinary adventures. You wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the powerful rumble of the bike beneath you as he expertly maneuvered through the city's traffic.

"Where are we headed tonight?" you asked, unable to contain your excitement.

"It's a surprise," Jason replied with a playful grin. "I thought we could try some new places I've discovered."

As you rode through the neon-lit streets, the aroma of different cuisines filled the air, enticing your senses. Your first stop was a cozy Italian trattoria known for its homemade pasta and authentic flavors. You and Jason sat close, savoring every bite of the delightful dishes. Between mouthfuls of pasta and sips of red wine, you shared laughter and stories, your connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

Next, Jason took you to a bustling food market where various food trucks lined the streets. You indulged in an array of street foods from different cultures—spicy tacos, savory dumplings, crispy falafels, and sweet churros. With each bite, you felt a deeper sense of appreciation for the diverse cuisines and the experiences they represented.

Jason's adventurous spirit shone through as he encouraged you to try unique dishes you'd never tasted before. And as you watched him enjoy every bite, you realized how much he cherished these simple moments of happiness with you, away from the dark and dangerous nights of fighting crime.

The night was far from over as Jason surprised you by taking you to a hidden gem—an intimate rooftop restaurant with a breathtaking view of Gotham's skyline. Soft candlelight illuminated the table as you both enjoyed a delectable dessert—rich chocolate cake paired with velvety smooth coffee.

As you gazed at the city lights together, you couldn't help but reflect on how much your life had changed since meeting Jason. Despite his tough exterior, he had a softness about him when he was with you—a vulnerability he allowed only you to witness. And in return, you cherished every moment, grateful for the chance to bring a smile to his face.

As the night drew to a close, Jason took your hand in his, the warmth of his touch sending a rush of affection through you. "I had a great time tonight," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours.

"Me too," you replied, squeezing his hand. "Thank you for everything, Jason."

He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. "No, thank you," he whispered, his voice sincere. "For being with me."

With that, you knew that your connection with Jason went beyond the adventurous dates and the thrill of being with Red Hood. It was about finding solace and love in each other's company, accepting the complexities of your pasts, and embracing the hope for a brighter future together.

And so, beneath the moonlit sky, in the heart of Gotham City, a love story blossomed between a daring vigilante and a kind-hearted soul. Together, they explored the world of flavors and emotions, building a bond stronger than the shadows that loomed over their city.

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Red Robin / Tim Drake

In the vast and ever-changing skies of Gotham City, a tender and enchanting love story unfolded between you and Tim Drake, the brilliant and resourceful hero known as Red Robin. Beneath the cape and cowl, Tim was a warm and caring individual who cherished the moments spent with you.

One clear and crisp night, Tim asked you to join him for a date unlike any other. "Hey, would you like to go stargazing with me tonight?" he asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Stargazing? That sounds amazing," you replied, smiling at his thoughtful suggestion.

Tim led you to a secluded spot on the outskirts of the city, away from the hustle and bustle of Gotham. As you settled onto a soft blanket, the beauty of the night sky unfolded before you. Countless stars twinkled like diamonds, painting the sky with their ethereal glow.

"Wow, Tim, this is breathtaking," you whispered, feeling a sense of wonder wash over you.

He nestled beside you, and with his encyclopedic knowledge of the cosmos, he began pointing out various constellations and telling their stories. As he spoke, you couldn't help but be drawn in by his passion and enthusiasm.

"There's Orion," he said, his finger tracing the hunter's outline in the sky. "And over there is Ursa Major, the Great Bear."

As the night deepened, you found yourself lost in Tim's explanations, marveling at the vastness of the universe and the mysteries it held. The quiet intimacy of the moment brought you both closer together, and you felt a sense of peace and belonging in Tim's presence.

"I used to come here a lot when I was younger," Tim admitted, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "It was a way to escape the chaos of the city and just... be."

"I'm glad you brought me here," you said, intertwining your fingers with his. "It's truly special."

Tim smiled, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "You make everything special."

With the blanket of stars overhead, you found yourselves sharing stories and dreams, basking in the tranquility of the night. Time seemed to slow down, and in that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you and the boundless sky above.

As the night came to a close, Tim took your hand, his touch warm and comforting. "Thank you for being here with me," he said softly.

"Thank you for bringing me here," you replied, feeling a rush of affection for the young hero by your side.

As you walked back to the city together, the stars continued to shine above, a reminder of the magical night you had shared. You knew that amidst the chaos of Gotham and the challenges of being a hero, you and Tim had found something extraordinary—a love that soared like the stars, boundless and eternal.

And so, in the heart of Gotham City, amidst the ever-changing nights and daring escapades, a love story blossomed between a courageous hero and a compassionate soul. Together, they discovered the beauty of the cosmos and the infinite possibilities of love beneath the shimmering tapestry of the night sky.

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Robin / Damian Wayne

In the lively streets of Gotham City, a charming and adventurous love story unfolded between you and Damian Wayne, the young and headstrong hero known as Robin. Beneath the Robin suit and the bravado, Damian was a young man seeking connection and finding it in the most unexpected places, like with you.

One evening, Damian approached you with an uncharacteristic hint of shyness in his eyes. "Would you like to go out with me tonight?" he asked, almost hesitantly.

"Of course!" you replied with a warm smile, intrigued by the change in his demeanor.

As you walked together through the bustling city, Damian led you to a nostalgic spot—an old-fashioned arcade tucked away in a corner. The neon lights and lively music filled the air as you stepped inside, transported to a world of fun and excitement.

"I thought we could have some fun here," Damian said, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

"That sounds perfect," you said, feeling your heart swell with affection for the young hero.

The two of you roamed through the arcade, trying out different games and challenging each other to friendly competitions. Damian's competitive spirit emerged, but it was mixed with laughter and enjoyment, making the experience even more delightful.

As you played games side by side, you couldn't help but notice how Damian's usual stoic expression softened, replaced by genuine joy. The two of you laughed together, sharing jokes and teasing each other about who could get the highest scores.

In one game, Damian attempted to win you a small plush toy. His focused determination was adorable, and when he finally succeeded, he handed it to you with a proud grin.

"It's for you," he said, trying to act nonchalant, but you could see the hint of a blush on his cheeks.

"Thank you, Damian. I love it," you replied, hugging the plush toy tightly.

As the night wore on, you and Damian found yourselves enjoying each other's company more and more. The arcade became a place of connection and understanding between you, where you both could be yourselves without the weight of the world's expectations.

Eventually, you stumbled upon a classic dancing game. Damian was initially hesitant, but with a little coaxing, he agreed to give it a try. You took his hand, and together, you danced to the rhythm of the game, sharing laughter and joy in the simplicity of the moment.

As the night at the arcade came to an end, Damian walked you home, a soft smile on his face. "I had a surprisingly enjoyable time tonight," he admitted, looking at you with sincerity.

"Me too," you replied, feeling your heart skip a beat. "Thank you for asking me out."

Damian nodded, and before he could say anything more, you leaned in and kissed him gently on the cheek, leaving him momentarily surprised.

"I'll see you soon, Damian," you said with a playful grin, turning to walk away.

As you glanced back, you saw a rare but genuine smile spread across Damian's face, and your heart swelled with happiness.

And so, in the heart of Gotham City, amidst the thrilling nights and daring adventures, a love story blossomed between a young hero and a compassionate soul. Together, they discovered the joy of simple pleasures and the magic of connecting through the timeless joy of an arcade, finding comfort and love in each other's presence.

#batboy x reader #batboy x you #batboy x y/n #batboy headcannons #dc headcannons #dc universe #dc imagines #batman x reader #tim drake x reader #jason todd x reader #daimian wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #red hood x reader #nightwing x reader

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puppetmaster13u · 7 months

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Bird-Bat Language [Part 2]

Previous Part: H E R E

A majority of the language has to do with things in Gotham There's several calls focusing on the dangers found in the city, especially with how many chemical attacks there can be even just hours apart

Fear Toxin: long hiss-click (This call can't afford to be too long or extravagent due to the danger of the toxin) Joker Venom: short hiss-click-click (The hiss is higher pitched than the one in the fear call) Ivy Pollen: hiss-cluck-high (Thankfully not nearly as dangerous later, nor used as often as it once was) Fire: warble-click-high (A mimicry of wavering flames and the crackle of wood on fire) Ice/Blizzard: trill-click-low (Similarly to Mr. Freeze's call, it's meant to mimic the cracking of ice, though at a smaller scale) Earthquake: screech-low-low (While not hard to miss, there's always a risk if they're in certain buildings or caves) Storm/Lightning: low-chitter-high-high (Mostly a warning for if someone is high up or out late) Water/Flood: click-low-low-warble (Flooding is pretty common and usually only a risk if one is in like, say the sewers)

Maneuver & Location based words are important Very self explanatory in concept, and rather obvious why such things are needed, especially for vigilantes

Up/Above: rapid high-high (I think it's pretty obvious why these sounds are used lol) Down/Below: long low-low (Same with these ones for going low lol) Right: rapid low-high (The low is rapid but the high trails off) Left: rapid high-low (Similar to the previous sound, but the low trails off instead of the high) How Far/Long: extended low-high (Difference between them is if the low or the high is extended longer than the other) Leave (No Emergency): chitter-high-low (The high whistle is more of a whining noise as though to say 'leave me alone') Home: long low-low-high (Whistle ends in a twittering sort of high when talking about the manor specifically) Patrol: repeated coo-low-chitter-click (Used as both a 'Get back to work' and a 'Can we go out now' sound) Inside: warble-chirp-low (Usually used when following someone or when telling where they're going) Outside: hoot-chirp-high (Similarly used to the inside sounds, though the hoot is quite rapid)

There are a couple distinct noises for very basic locations These are limited to their territory of sorts & doesn't include specific locations within the city

Gotham: clatter-low-trill (Clatter is made via claws, armor, or via the stone around them) Bludhaven: chitter-cough-coo (Cough noise varies in loudness and length depending on the individual speaking) Ocean: warble-low-click (The noise is supposed to invoke the sound of waves, or as close as they can do) Outside City: hoot-high-shriek (The shriek shows their wariness to the idea of leaving their areas, or one of theirs escaping to the outside world that's not prepared)

There's also a few close-quarters patrol words These are mostly descriptive or actions/orders, but can't quite be described as such either

Friendly: tap-tap-click-coo (Originally just used when introducing people, hence the quietness) Questioning/Don’t Understand: cluck-coo-peep (This is usually used by the kids at first while learning) Understood/Acknowledged: coo-warble (At first was just an understand noise but they started using it to show they were listening as well) Be Quiet: tap-coo-tap (The tapping is usually against stone or their own armor) Don’t Move: tap-tap-click-coo (The coo is very soft and quiet, as is the rest of the noise) Hide: tap-hoot-tap-tap (The hoot is sharp and short, while the taps are faster the more imperative it is) Being Followed: hoot-click-click (The clicks are loud and echoing, especially compared to the hoot)

The batfam also have 'complaining' noises These are used in both patrol and whenever to get across their point

Gimme: repeated peep-coo (It started when Bruce started carrying sweets for the kids & never stopped) Pay Attention: peep-cluck-peep-peep (This is more of a pay attention to me sound than a general pay attention one) Hungry: repeated peep-peep-chirp (Bruce carries snacks and they know that) Tired: repeated coo-cluck-cluck (The noise was needed, seeing as children do eventually get tired during patrol) Thirsty: repeated peep-peep-click (Sure they have their own water bottles but it runs out sometimes if it's a long night) Cold/Wet: repeated coo-cluck-peep (Practically a 'let me go under your cape dad' noise)

Noises for different injuries are needed Especially if they don't want others to know if they're injured or weakened, even if not by much

Injured: shriek-high-high-high (This is a general injury sound, alerting others that they are as so) Grounded/Can’t Fly: shriek-cluck-click (Mostly used for AUs but can also be used in the context of injured without a grapple) Bleeding: shriek-buzz-trill (Less of a slightly bleeding noise & more of a 'might be bleeding out & come get me') Broken Bone: shriek-coo-coo (This is less of a minor break for them and more of a 'can't walk or use an arm' one) Shot: shriek-low-high (They needed the sound after Bruce panicked after one of them got grazed, so they made a noise for if they've actually gotten shot) Poisoned: cluck-trill-high (This isn't uncommon what with the different chemicals all around Gotham)

They have sounds for emotions when they don't want to talk Most of the time these are used when trying to explain what they're feeling is too hard or frustrating on its own

Happy/Pleased: hum or chuff (also doubles as an 'I'm proud of you' noise or an idly amused) Angry: hiss or roar (hiss is a more sulky sort of anger while a roar is 'I want to hurt something' angry) Sad/Distressed: whine or scream (a whine is no less distressed than a scream, it's whatever they can communicate at the time) Love/Affectionate: purr or croon (usually used when they can't speak at the time, like during a stakeout, works as both a 'good job' and an 'I'm proud' noise as well) Startled/Confused: squeak (less of an 'I don't understand' & more of a confused about something around them) Amused: giggle or chitter (similar to if someone burst out in laughter albeit far quieter) Threatening: clatter or growl (clatter is made via armor in most cases but other things might be used)

Other noises I didn't have put down in a previous section but probably should've lol:

Commissioner Gordon: high-warble-high (a mimicry of a police siren in birdsong) Officer Martinez: low-chirp-high-high (usually accompanied by audible mischief-making) Justice League: twitter-hiss-high (the hiss shows their annoyance, mostly as the sound is used if it's the league that tries to enter Gotham) Day: high-high-warble-low (both highs are rapid while the low is drawn out) Night: low-low-warble-high (both lows are drawn out slightly while the high is short) Wayne Tower: trill-click-click-coo (the noise is more affectionate compared to other location noises due to being associated with family, also because it's a good very tall perch) Clocktower: click-click-click-low (a noise mimicking a clock ticking and then chiming)

#Batman #batman au #what's out there au #meat marionette au #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #birbat language #world building #fake language #Might do body language for the cryptid aus at some point too

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sassydefendorflower · 9 days

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for the reverse tropes - I would love to see some bat related nursing home au, that just sounds amazing lol

"If you steal my favorite checkers game one more time, Hood, I will personally make sure the staff finds your switchblades."

Dick "Nightwing" Grayson leaned back in the most comfortable armchair in the common room of the Batmania Nursing Home in Gotham City. Across the table sat Jason Todd, often referred to as Red Hood, since - according to his own fairy tales - he used to be a feared gangster, back before the second hip replacement and the accident on the ice skating rink.

"As if. Nobody's afraid of you, twinkletoes. Just because you used to do gymnastics... doesn't mean jackshit now." Jason pointed the cane leaning next to Dick's chair, an elegant thing made from mahogany, it's handle shaped like a bird about to take flight.

"Gentleman, let's try to get along, yes? Anyone up for a game of chess?" Barbara Gordon's white hair was bound back into a stern up-do, the young nurse wheeling her towards the table barely visible in the presence of Batmania's very own Oracle. Rumor had it that there was nothing Barbara didn't know - and so far that had held true.

"I don't think we have time for chess today, Babs."

"Why? Are you scared, Grayson?"

"No, today is Thursday."

"Ah, you're right." Barbara smiled, all three of them having come into the common room for a reason after all. Jason had even put down his book (some brick by David Graeber), another weapon surely hidden somewhere on his body, in anticipation of what was to come.

Because on Thursdays all three of them welcomed their favorite visitor.

Young Timothy Drake, almost twenty by now. He'd started coming around some years ago, as an afterschool project his parents signed him up to, and now he visited once a week just to see his three favorite old-timers.

And it was quite obvious why they enjoyed his presence so much.

He talked to them.

Better yet, he told them stories.

"Okay, so last time I was here, Red Hood had just returned from the dead to lay claim on Gotham and take revenge on Batman, yes?"

"Finally someone appreciates how badass I am."

"You're not, Todd."

Dick grinned, leaning forward as if to hear Tim better, even though his hearing hadn't left him yet. Jason flipped him off, not daring to loudly interrupt again out of fear that Tim would stop his story.

"Well, the Red Hood is certainly trying to appear daunting in this particular story."

"And where am I in this, Tim?"

"Oh, Oracle is busy in her tower. Have I never told you about the Birds of Prey?"

Timothy Drake was smiling, the rapt attention of his audience invigorating. Barbara shook her head, and he took her hand, ready to guide her into the favorite part of this majestic and heroic universe he had created specifically for them:

Batman. Nightwing. Red Hood. Robin. And, of course, Oracle.

A story just for them.

I hope you enjoyed that :D It was certainly fun to come up with!!!! And thank you so much!! <3 <3 <3

(send me a Reverse Trope Writing Prompt with a fandom and a set of characters and I'll write something small for you)

#ask game #dc #batman #dick grayson #jason todd #barbara gordan #tim drake #batfamily #writing prompts #reverse prompts #nursing home au #my writing #emu94blue #thank you so much!!! <3 <3 <3

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stephstars08 · 6 months

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Monster ~ Chapter Two

Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Dark Themes, Adult Language, Violence, Mention of Murder, Angst, Fluff, Anger Issues, Daddy Issues, and Possible Grammar Errors.

Word Count: 2,181

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! I noticed that I have surpassed 1,000 followers and I just want thank you all! I always feel all the love and support from you all and I just wanted to say thank you so much!!

That night Jason met up with Y/N at the diner she works at. She told him her shift ends at eight so he can meet her there to catch up with each other and see what the other has been up to.

Jason arrived at the diner ten minutes after eight. When he walked into the diner there was only two small groups of people sitting together at a table eating and talking quietly. He spotted Y/N sitting at a booth all the way in the back by herself just staring out the big window. Before he made his way to her he decided to take in her appearance. Nothing much has changed since the last time he saw her. She still had her Y/H/L Y/H/C hair that fell down perfectly. She still had those sparkly Y/E/C eyes that shined in the lights. Jason’s nerves started to get to him, so he took a deep and calming breath to relax himself. Once his nerves settled down, he made his way towards Y/N.

“Hey.” Jason said taking her attention away from the window. “Hi.” Y/N said in a soft tone. Jason slid into the booth right across from her. “You know we could’ve met at a different place. I mean you did just end your shift here.” Jason told her. “No, it’s fine.” Y/N reassured him. “This place has been like a second home to me anyways.” Y/N added as she stared down at her hands that were resting on top of the table. “What makes you say that?” Jason asked her in a curious tone. “Got to support myself somehow.” She answered with a sigh still not looking at him.

“What happened to your parents?” Jason asked her. She’s only nineteen and she’s already supporting herself all by herself. “About a year ago my dad got offered a job in Central City. My parents wanted me to move there with them, but I just can’t leave Gotham.” Y/N explained to him as she twiddled her fingers. “Well Central City is safer than Gotham.” Jason told her which made her let out a frustrated sigh. “Trust me. My parents tell me that every time I talk to them over the phone.” Y/N said in frustration as she finally looked up at him with an annoyance look in her eyes. Jason could tell she was getting tense by his comment so he decided to not say anything else about it since he can tell she’s not up to a lecture from him. He can already tell that her parents are still very strict over her even living in two different cities. They most likely lecture her every time they are on the phone with her. He knows they would definitely throw a hissy fit if they knew she was here with him talking and catching up. They were probably thrilled that they lost touch with each other.

“What do you want to drink?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone breaking the silence and him of his trail of thoughts. “Water is fine.” Jason answered which earned him a nod from her.

Y/N slipped out of the booth and walked over to the counter where her friend and co-worker was standing cleaning the counter. “Hey Jen.” Y/N said getting her attention. “Can I get two glasses of water?” She asked in a curious tone. “Of course.” Jennifer said putting down the rag and grabbing two glasses. “Who’s the hottie you are with?” Jennifer asked referring to Jason as she filled the two glasses with ice. “That’s Jason.” Y/N answered as she watched Jennifer fill the two glasses with water. “Wait, you mean the guy you have known since you were kids?” Jennifer asked which earned her a nod from Y/N. “Yeah, we are um catching up. It’s been a couple of years.” Y/N added with her nerves speeding up which Jennifer noticed which was indicating to her that Y/N has more than just friendly feelings for Jason. “Catching up huh?” Jennifer asked with a teasing smirk which made Y/N roll her eyes. “Jennifer!” Y/N said in annoyance. “Oh, you know I’m just playing with you.” Jennifer told her sliding the two glasses of water towards her. “Go back over there to your friend.” She added with a giggle. “Thanks.” Y/N said in a soft tone as she took the glasses of water and walked back over to Jason.

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After catching up with each other and eating a little bit of food Jason decided to walk Y/N back home after he paid for the food and drinks. It took a lot of convincing, but Jason told her he would pay. Y/N mentioned that she still lives in the apartment she grew up in which made Jason relived since where he’s staying isn’t too far.

As they walked Y/N kept telling him that he didn’t have to walk her home. “C’mon Y/N, me being overprotective of you is never going to change.” Jason told her in a stern tone as they walked side by side on the sidewalk. “Jason, I’m nineteen years old. If I can live by myself, I can walk myself home. I’ve been doing it for months.” Y/N told him in the same tone he was using. “Okay, fine answer this.” Jason said testing her. “If a thug came up to you right now and tried to take your purse, what would you do?” Jason asked her. “Easy, I would drop kick him.” Y/N answered without even hesitating. “You know how to do that?” Jason asked with a surprised look on his face. “About five months ago I decided to enroll myself into a martial arts class.” Y/N told him. “Just another way in making it on my own.” She added. “I’ve actually taken some classes myself.” Jason told her with a smirk. “In that case, we’ll have to spare together some time.” Y/N told him with a small smile. Her first smile of the night. “Sounds like a plan to me.” Jason said with a wink which made her heart rate speed up.

He’s really missed this. Talking with her about anything. She’s the only person that he’s always going to feel safe with. She’s his safe place.

“I’ve noticed when we were talking back at the diner that you never mentioned anything about your adopted father Bruce.” Y/N said. Jason let out a heavy sigh. He was hoping that she didn’t notice that. “We um had some sort of a falling out.” Jason said stumbling over his words a little bit as he put both of his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “You two don’t talk anymore?” Y/N asked with concern in her voice. “We only speak when we have to.” Jason answered as he avoided any eye contact with her. “What about your adopted brother Dick and his girlfriend?” She asked hoping he still talks to someone. “I actually talked on the phone with Barbara this morning. It’s been a couple months since I talked to Dick since he’s been going back and forth between here and Bludhäven.” Jason told her which made her feel a little more relieved.

“What happened between you and Bruce?” Y/N asked. She wasn’t sure if he was going to tell her, but it was worth her asking. “It’s a lot of shit that I just don’t want to get into.” Jason told her not wanting to get all worked up. She doesn’t need to get caught up into his family drama. “I get it.” Y/N told him.

When she stopped in front of her apartment building, he stopped and stood right next to her. “Let me see your phone.” Y/N said which earned her a confused look from him. “Why?” Jason asked her in a confused tone. “Don’t you trust me?” Y/N said looking up into his blue eyes. “More than anyone.” Jason said pulling his phone out of his back pocket of his jeans and handing it to her without breaking eye contact with her. He watched her type something into his phone. He just stared at her. She could feel his gaze on her as she put her attention onto his phone, but she didn’t say or do anything since his gaze on her made her feel comfortable and safe. She’s never felt more comfortable with anyone.

“There.” Y/N said handing his phone back to him. “I put my phone number in there so you can text me anytime.” She added. “Sounds good.” Jason said looking at her with a nod. Y/N leaned up and gave him a kiss onto his left cheek which took him by surprise. “See you around, Jason.” Y/N told him with a smile and then turned around, walking into her apartment building. Jason watched her fade away into the building. He felt electricity go into his body when her lips met his cheek. He felt like he was in paradise but of course that didn’t last long since he felt his phone vibrate in his hand.

When he looks down at his phone it lit up because of a text message. When he saw who the text was from his blood boiled right away.

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Jason really didn’t want to meet up with the person who sent him the text but he knew he had to if he wanted to the person to stay off his ass. Jason climbed his way up to the rooftop of the address the person sent him via text. He noticed that the person was there, yet which just annoyed him more. He was about to leave but he heard footsteps and a person say his name in a dark tone.

“I’m surprised you didn’t show up as your new persona.” The person told him. “You don’t approve of my new persona.” Jason told him in answer as he turned around to face him. “I mean it’s the least I could do since I’m such a fucking disappointment to you!” Jason snapped as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Jason- “Batman started but he cut him off right away. “Why did you want me to meet you here?” Jason asked in a stern tone not in the mood to hear a lecture from his so-called father.

“Joker escaped from Archam.” Batman said getting straight to the point. “What else is new.” Jason said with a roll of his eyes sick of hearing the same old shit. “Listen Jason-“ Batman started but he cut him off right away. “No! You fucking listen!” Jason hissed with anger that he’s been keeping in since the moment he stepped foot onto this rooftop. “When are you going to fucking realize that no matter how many times you lock that clown up into a patted room, he’s just going to keep finding ways to break out and kill more people!” Jason said with frustration in his eyes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t save you.” Batman told him with nothing but guilt in his voice. “Will you stop fucking saying that!” Jason told him in a stern tone enough of hearing that sentence come out of his mouth. Jason could feel himself getting worked up, so he took a deep breath to calm himself down a little bit. “Bruce, I’m not upset that you didn’t save me.” Jason said looking down at the ground. “I’m upset that he’s still alive.” Jason added as his hands turned into fists. “What am I supposed to do!” Batman asked him with frustration. “End the fucking madness!” Jason snapped look back up at him. “If you were really a hero you would do everyone in this city a fucking favor and kill that crazy bastard!” Jason told him with fire in his eyes. “You know that’s not the man I am. You know that’s not the man I want you to be!” Batman told him in a stern tone trying to get through Jason’s stubborn mind.

Jason again looked away from him. It was quiet for a couple of minutes till Batman broke the silence. “Jason, please come home. Let me help you.” Batman said in a pleading tone. “No.” Jason said shaking his head. “It’s too late.” He added turning to walk away from him. “Jason!” Batman said putting his hand onto his shoulder which set him off. “GET THE FUCK AWAY!” Jason yelled turning around and punching him square in the face which knocked him to the ground. As Jason breathed heavy, he stared down at Bruce with anger. When Batman said his name in a soft voice Jason realized what he had just done which cooled him off. He looked down at the hand he just used to punch him and already noticed that his knuckles were already starting to bruise.

“Jason.” Batman said again getting back onto his feet breaking Jason out of his stare. Batman took a step towards him which made Jason take a step back from him. “Just leave me alone.” Jason told him and quickly turned away from him. Before Batman could call his name out again, he was gone.

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judgementdaysunshine · 1 year

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May I please request headcanons for Bruce, Damian, and Dick responding with their S/O to a guy high on PCP and raging out and reacting to their S/O getting badly injured while trying to stop him?

I actually remember this one 👀

Dick

He knew that someone was brought in but he didn't expect to hear arguing and yelling in mount justice going down to see you and half the team dealing with an very angry civilian you brought for medical attention but soon he got angry

The next thing he saw was the man punching Kaldur,shoving Jaime into the wall,and throwing you across the room over the island in the kitchen and into the wall across the room where you laid still

He runs across the room gently holding you in his arms as Connor and the rest of the team get him on the ground unconscious and tie him calling Superman to get him out of the cave

He tries not to cry seeing you limp and quiet in his arms being careful of moving you begging superman to look at you to make sure you were alive being told that you were unconscious and nothing was broken badly or at all

He carried you to his room staying by you putting an ice pack on your neck and side due to you having bruises there and only a sprained wrist nothing broken or bleeding internally

You wake up seeing him in his normal clothes without his glasses which was rare and surprising going to lean up until you stop by the pain in your muscles making him turn around full of tears gently hugging you

You slowly recover to everyone's relief and the man was put in prison when it was found out by local authorities that he was a longtime criminal charged for drug trafficking,assault,and murder which terrified you and everyone thankful of how lucky you were

Damian

You joined him and everyone else on a patrol in Gotham helping deal with the rise in crime with the past while

All of you split up into groups of two going around gotham starting with Barbara and Jason,then you and Damian,lastly Tim and Step each taking one part of gotham

So far you and damian stopped two robberies,a kidnapping,and four sexual assaults being thanked by each person you saved taking 3 people to the hospital

After taking a break you noticed a man holding a gun threatening a woman and child quickly stepping in and taking them to a safe place far enough near a police station going back to help damian

You both fight him noticing how bloodshot and glassy his eyes looked and a small substance on his nose immediately knowing that he was high on some type of drug but didn't know what type it was

While fighting the man managed to grab you punching you a couple of times throwing you to the ground kicking you against a wall until damian got on his shoulders hitting him and covering his eyes

After a couple of minutes tim and steph came jumping in and managing to get him on the ground with a taser until jason and barbara came taking him to a nearby police station while damian was with you trying to help you up but when he went over to you he noticed how both in pain you were yet quiet as well panicking when he fell to the ground

You woke up later in a warm bed and familiar room realizing that you were back at the manor in more comfortable clothes than your suit with damian next to you tapping his foot on the floor anxiously

He saw you leaning up immediately running and hugging you "God I didn't think you would wake up" he tells you that after you fell blacking out he grabbed and carried you back to the cave where Alfred bandaged your waist and leg that was injured

Luckily other than that you only had a badly bruised rib recovering with ice packs and pain relief quickly getting back into training and back on patrols again with them everyone always keeping an extra eye on you always contacting you on your receiver in your ear

Bruce

The two of you along with the justice league had been out on the streets in each city due to the Joker and Bane amping up their activities so you kept more eyes on each city from Gotham And Central City to Star City and Metropolis

You had fought off a few thugs and henchmen of joker's when you noticed a tall big man with a glassy look on his face clearly angry heading for Wonder Woman yelling for her look out thankfully Flash got her away just in time

You dodged and along with Green Arrow and Hawkman the three of you fought the man trying to have him calm down or tire him out so that you can take him to the authorities or straight to Arkham Asylum

What you weren't expecting was to be thrown into Ollie then picked up again and your back being thrown against the man's knee like you had seen happen to Bruce years ago making your heart stop and terrify you that you would be hurt like he was for a long while or even worse

You hit your head and blacked out not hearing ollie and Diana scream in panic,bruce to you gently picking you up in his arms running to the batmobile, or superman quickly taking the man away and straight to the closest asylum while you were taken to the ER

After being checked out you only had a concussion and a big bruise on your back and it being sore surprisingly but you remember that right before you curled yourself right before your back hit his knee which possibly saved you from a worse fate that didn't happen

You were out for 3 weeks using ice and slowly walking normally again starting your first weeks back with training then going back on full time missions with bruce always making sure that if you did get hurt that it wasn't your back or head

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The Heart of the Matter Ch. 6

Chapter 1 (Parts 1-3), Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

So this took forever. The whole ‘hey dude ur dead btw’ convo fought me something fierce. I deleted like three versions. RIP

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As soon as they clear the ground into open air, Danny flies them - invisible and intangible - straight to the heart of Gotham.

He could more than likely make it to the Fenton portal fast enough to avoid being traced beyond ‘somewhere in Illinois,’ but the point of running isn’t to escape.

He wants the Green Lantern to follow.

He isn’t sure about Batman and his allies, isn’t sure where he stands on the Anti-Ecto Acts or if he even knows they exist, given the GIW’s relentless efforts to keep what happened - what still sometimes happens - in Amity Park buried.

He’s less sure after seeing the surety with which they almost sent Jason away to….

He shakes his head.

If they could be convinced to help, all the better. If they truly cared for Jason they’d do a good enough job beating themselves up over it later.

Not that he wouldn’t still be sending them Jazz’s way to have a talk about respecting boundaries in non-emergency situations rather than steamrolling them just because an ally or friend sounds like they know what they’re doing.

But before all of that, he wants a chance to get Jason up to speed first.

And to get some ecto in the guy, but given the way his core feels, the betrayal-fest he just phased in on, and his somehow near-complete lack of knowledge about what he is, he doubts he’s going to just accept eating mysterious, neon, glowing sludge without an explanation.

He zips through a Malmart and snags a large hoodie and sweats - he’ll pay them back later - and ends the flight by landing them in the bathroom of a crowded coffee shop.

No one should notice the two of them appearing out of nowhere when there are so many other people to draw attention, and hopefully the crowd will deter the Lantern - and the Bats - from causing a scene.

Or at least, a scene beyond the one that would already be caused by their mere presence in the place.

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Jason only takes his eyes off of Jordan when he’s jostled from a sudden drop. He looks up just in time to see batarangs sink into the wall just above space-ice-crown-guy’s head.

He follows their trajectory back to see Damian unsheathing his blades.

Nightwing and Black Bat are already airborne, and lunging towards them.

A strange sensation washes over him. Crown-guy doesn’t move this time, unbothered by the swinging limbs and grasping hands headed their way.

The pair pass right through them as if they aren’t even there.

Jason feels betrayed and furious and wrung out all at once; he just wants to leave.

And then they do, horrifying green baseball bat close behind as crown guy throws them straight at the ceiling.

They sink into-and-through the earth, and they’re in the sky far above the manor before Jason even has a chance to do more than take a shaky breath.

Then they’re heading for Gotham.

Wayne Manor is twelve miles from the city’s border.

They’re in the heart of Old Gotham inside two minutes - after stopping by an Upper West Side Malmart to…steal clothing?

He’d be concerned about Red Hood being seen flying around with some random meta - about being too much of an easy target in the open air, flying in a mostly straight line - but the two of them are barely visibly, mere outlines of twisted space, like the distorted air above the heat of a flame.

He can barely make himself out, and the people they paused right next to in the store had appeared to notice even less.

When they do stop, it’s in the bathroom of a crowded coffee shop that is - frankly miraculously - blessedly empty.

Crown guy gently but swiftly sets him on his feet - hand on his shoulder just until he’s steady - and shoves the stolen clothing into his chest with a simple ‘here’ before Jason has a chance to say anything.

Then a ring of light appears around his waist, splitting to slide both up and down like some kind of scanner.

Where it goes, crown guy changes.

His build, his facial structure, the cut of his hair - all the broad strokes stay the same. What changes are the details.

Lazarus green eyes are replaced by a vibrant blue that better matches the now-absent crown - it still feels a bit cool, standing near him, but he’s not sure he’d have noticed if he wasn’t looking for it.

Impossibly white hair becomes a deep black - now matching the unchanged eyebrows - and the ears curve where they’d once been pointed.

His skin is paler like this - like he’d spent most of his life indoors, hiding away from the sun - the freckles now a light tan. As though the colors had traded places.

He lands lightly on his feet as the transformation ends, standing just slightly shorter than Jason now that they’re on even ground, and his physique is lithe but muscular; a swimmer’s build.

His clothes are the starkest difference, in Jason’s opinion: otherworldly fabrics and colors swapped out for simple blue jeans and a contrastingly dark red shirt and shoes.

No sign of the cape.

No hint of that otherworldly glow.

Unless you count the sparkle in his eyes as he raises a pointed brow and coughs.

Jason mentally berates himself for staring so obviously. He knew how to be more subtle than that.

Outwardly, he points to his mask.

“Great plan with the clothes, no-more-crown-guy, but they won’t exactly cover this.”

The guy just smiles and shakes his head.

“It’s Danny,” he snorts. “And you can just shove the mask in a pocket or something. I already know who you are, Jason Todd.”

The guy - Danny - snaps his hands up in surrender the moment Jason reaches for one of his guns.

“Easy,” he says, voice still relaxed. Soothing. The aura of strength-safety-protection-calm unchanged. “You being Red Hood is none of my business. I’m not here for Red Hood, I’m here for Jason.”

“What, need an inside scoop for the next article on ‘Watching the Waynes?’ Or is this a ransom thing?” he sneers, hand firmly on his gun as he closes the distance to loom threateningly.

For all that he’s glad to be out of the batcave, that doesn’t mean this guy is an ally; he won’t be swayed by some meta emotional manipulation. Bringing them to such a crowded location could be as much a threat as it could a reassurance, given the knowledge of his vigilante nature - a building full of eyes to make Jason feel better?

Or a building full of hostages?

“No,” Danny denies calmly, matter-of-factly, expression unworried despite the sudden decrease in personal space. “Someone told me you were in danger, and I could help you, so I did. I can also help you with the fact that you’re starving-”

“I’m not-”

“-and I can tell you why you’re so scared of Green Lantern.”

Jason is very willing to hear him out at that. Maybe he shouldn't be. He wants to stay suspicious; he will stay cautious.

But....

He has to know.

He has to know what's going on before it drives him crazy.

Crazier, if you ask his 'family.'

And doesn't that just burn? How quick they'd been to ignore his feelings when he didn't have any concrete information to back them up. How it hadn't taken more than a promise of maybe help for them to trust Green Latern.

Help with something he'd already gotten mostly under control.

He knows it scared them; how much he'd changed when he came back. How long he'd spent letting his anger take the driver's seat.

But he died. And then he came back to find his killer was walking around fresh as a fucking daisy. Jason was entitled to a little anger, in his own humble opinion.

Maybe he'd gone a bit far, but things had finally started going back to normal. He'd almost started to forgive them for not avenging him. For replacing him. They'd even started working together again, more and more often with every passing day. Jason had worked on reigning in his anger instead of letting it take the reigns, controlling the Pit Rage instead of sinking into it.

It was a hard transition to make; hate cradles you, as they say. But he tried.

Maybe he had some relapses occasionally, some outbursts here and there, but he was making progress.

But they had been willing to throw him at the mercy of someone that terrified him for reasons he didn't understand the second they offered maybe a 'solution' to his 'green little problem.'

As if it wasn't mostly 'solved' already.

As if they hadn't been working on it for years now.

As if he wasn't capable of making his own damn decisions.

Mind made up, he takes breath, takes a step back, glances at the door - which he very quickly locks when he realizes how much they’ve been playing with fire - and drops the hand from his gun.

“Why bring us somewhere so crowded?”

“Your pals are less likely to attack us if we’re surrounded by civilians and not doing anything wrong. Plus, background noise. As long as we’re relatively quiet we’re unlikely to be overheard or bothered,” he answers, then points at the abandoned stolen clothing on the floor, a brow raised. “But if it’s all the same, I’d prefer to explain more when we’re not in a bathroom.”

Jason stares at him for another long moment.

Someone jiggles the handle and knocks.

“Fuck it.”

He throws on the baggy outfit, grateful for the drawstring - which is the only thing keeping the pants up - at least the excess fabric covers his shoes enough to be less obviously Not Normal (™).

He whips off the mask and shoves it in the pocket of the hoodie - which hits him upper-mid thigh.

Seriously.

‘This guy is pants at guessing sizes.’

It takes a lot of inner strength to avoid facepalming when he realizes his unintentional pun.

Once dressed, Danny wastes no time opening up the door to leave, and he follows him out and into the coffee line, ignoring the wide-eyed look on the face of the guy who’d knocked.

They grab coffee and snag an outside table - even more background noise with all the traffic, Danny explains as they sit.

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“So, Danny. Who, exactly, sent you to ‘help’ me?” Jason asks, leaning back in his seat.

Danny snorts at the theatrics, taking a sip of his own drink before he answers.

“He didn’t send me, he just told me you were in danger. I’m here because I want to be. But his name is Clockwork, the ghost that watches over the timestream.”

Danny sighs.

“We probably don't have a lot of time before Greenie and the Furries catch up, and they’ll need to hear a lot of what I have to tell you,” he says. “But, the basic - and more personal - details which only you really need to know-” he holds up a finger “-my parents have always been obsessed with ghosts and made it their life’s mission to open a portal to the afterlife - which they call the ‘Ghost Zone.’”

A second finger joins the first.

“They succeeded when I was 14, except they didn’t manage to make it turn on because they miswired an emergency off-switch on the inside to have an accompanying ‘on’ button that needed to be activated before it would work.”

A third.

“A friend dared me to go in and I, being a dumb kid, did. Then promptly tripped and hit the on-button and got electrocuted half to death. I say ‘half’ because in the midst of me dying the portal turned on, and the ectoplasm bonded to my living DNA and reached a sort of balance. This turned me into a halfa - a being that is half-human and half-ghost. Half alive and half dead. A human form and a ghost form.”

A fourth, Danny studiously ignoring Jason’s bewildered blinking.

“Halfa’s, due to the nature of our existences, are exceedingly rare. The first that I know of was created in an accident 20 years ago. I was the second. The third was already a halfa when she was created, being a clone of me - long story. The fourth, that I know of,” Danny leans forward, fingers curling back over to leave the hand pointing at Jason. “Is you.”

Danny can see the roiling mix of confusion-comprehension-horror-denial-fear-anger building up in him - anger the one that appeared to be winning - so he rushes to explain, holding his hands up placatingly - deja-vu.

“Clockwork only told me about you, like, an hour ago. He told me about how you didn’t know you were a halfa, how there’s barely enough ambient ectoplasm in this city to sustain you, that what is here is kind of garbage, that you don’t know how to get more - or that you need more. Or what ecto is - it’s like carbon for ghosts, I guess? Like living people are made of carbon but food is too?”

He squints. Shrugs.

“Ghosts are made of ecto and need it to be healthy. As halfas, we need both. There’s a lot more to ‘how to be a halfa’ but that’s the most important thing right now given I can literally sense how ecto-deprived you are. Your ecto-signature is literally so weak I could almost mistake you for a blob ghost, which is incredibly not-healthy. I nabbed a thermos from my fridge on the way here, so like. I know it probably sounds sus and your experience with green liquids-” he notes Jason tense back toward anger from where he’d been moving into confusion territory “-is probably historically bad, but I promise it’s safe. I’ll even drink some myself to prove it if that helps.”

A beat.

“Green liquids.”

It’s not a question, but Danny answers anyway, reaching into his chest to pull out the thermos, ignoring the strangled noise Jason makes and the aborted movement from where he’d begun to stand before crashing back down and staring as he uncaps the cylinder and pours a little of the ectoplasm into the cap before sliding the rest towards him.

“Ectoplasm!” Danny chirps, downing his like a shot only to find Jason staring, mouth slightly open in horror.

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Jason has known Danny for less than five minutes, and the guy has already said and done the most unhinged things Jason has ever seen anyone do.

In five. Minutes.

Here’s the thing; Jason hates everything he’s saying.

That Jason is still dead.

That he needs to start drinking lazarus water.

That there was some time guy out there stalking him (as if he needed another nosy bastard hanging over his shoulder. He was just starting to barely-kind of-sorta tolerate the ones he knew about).

That Danny died in his parents’ basement because they were experimenting with lazarus water.

Jason had barely begun to process the insane shit he said when the guy shoves his hand through his fucking chest.

For a moment, he was fully convinced he was going to rip out his heart or something.

Instead, he’d apparently just been using his chest cavity as a storage location for a thermos of lazarus water.

Ya know, as you fucking do.

In keeping with his general vibe of ‘one-insane-thing-after-another-without-pause’ he immediately pours himself a glass and downs it like a fucking shot.

It hasn’t even been 24 hours since this nightmare started and Jason thinks he might be going prematurely gray by now (no the white part does not count, he died when he was 15, Tim).

Finally, mercifully, the guy stops talking and/or doing things.

He closes his hanging jaw, noting the unchanged blue of the guys’ eyes.

Danny is still calm. In control. Unaffected by a bit of eau de lazarus.

Jason takes a steadying breath, bracing himself for the smell of decay and mildew and blood that the waters always carry with them…and gets something completely different.

His eyes snap down to the still-open thermos laid before him.

Looking closer, he notes the lack of bubbles. The color is the same, but the glow itself is somehow brighter. Softer.

It doesn’t smell like lazarus water.

It smells like chamomile tea. Like the lavender cookies Alfred used to make post-patrol sometimes, trying to incite them to go to bed sooner rather than staying up at all hours.

It smells delicious.

He can feel his mouth water, and his stomach growls loudly, suddenly.

He’d had that oatmeal less than two hours ago, but he suddenly feels like he hadn’t eaten at all.

He sips his coffee instead, staring down the container of pure temptation, straining against the urge to pick it up and chug.

Danny watches on, silent, patient. He looks hopeful, Jason thinks, but not expectant.

Not that he couldn’t just be a really good actor. And just because the lazarus water smells good doesn’t mean it’s safe. Doesn’t mean he should just go for it.

Even if it does smell like chamomile tea and lavender cookies.

Alfred’s lavender cookies.

Which he’d never been able to resist.

‘He drank some,’ Jason thinks as he picks up the thermos. ‘He’s still fine,’ he tells himself. ‘If he wanted to he could’ve just dropped me directly into one of the pits. If he wanted to hurt me he could’ve phased poison directly into my bloodstream, probably.’

The not-quite-lazarus water tastes just like it smells.

Jason wants to chug the whole canister, but he has enough self-control to take sips instead, letting the flavors play out on his tongue.

No hint of almonds.

No odd textures.

Just chamomile and lavender and bliss.

Three sips and a solid ten seconds in and he still feels fine - no feeling faint or frothing at the mouth. Instead, he feels lighter.

Warmer.

Calmer.

Ravenous.

He chugs the rest, tension leaving his body, nerves settling, the hunger he hadn’t known was there until the scent first hit him abating enough to be ignored.

He takes a moment to look at the empty cylinder and reflect on the fact that he just voluntarily drank lazarus water.

Except not really. Lazarus water is vile; even Danny had said the ‘ecto’ he’d encountered was 'garbage.'

'What, did Ra's forget to install a damn pool-filter or something???

He shakes the thought from his head and looks back at his…rescuer? Danny only looks relieved; noticeably more relaxed than the apparently false-calm he’d been projecting before.

Jason chews his lip in thought. Frowns.

“Okay. I have many questions, comments, and concerns about…everything that just happened, to be honest. But before anything else, I want answers about Green Lantern.”

Danny nods, expression grave.

“Let me tell you a story….”

***

Fun Fact: Ectoplasm smelling like wild stuff is fun, but also it’s everywhere in the zone. Ghosts have to live in it & smell it/smell like it all the time. Sooooo….

In this AU I’m going with: ecto smells like ranch 2 (lime & batteries) to humans bc they can’t process it properly.

To ghosts, ectoplasm smells like the thing they want the most at that moment. Right now, Jason wants home - as it was when it was safe - so the ecto smells like something that reminds him of that.

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Next time: Back at the batcave! If that scene doesn’t stretch too long, also reunion! Or at least Jason pov of being pissed when they have the audacity to want to talk!

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Is Jason alive in the eyes of the government and society, or is he still legally dead? If it’s not well known that he’s alive…

TMZ News Report

Reporter in the room: You guys remember Jason Peter Todd Wayne, right? The second adopted son of Bruce Wayne? Died tragically at the age of fifteen in Ethiopia.

Harvey: Right, right. What's your point?

Reporter [holds up a picture]: Well, we captured a set of images in Gotham City's theater district this weekend, right after the matinees let out. You can clearly see Bruce's first kid here - Richard - licking his ice cream cone, and over here is Timothy with his extra large iced coffee. This little guy with the mllkshake is Damian -

Harvey: We still don't know who the mother is?

Reporter: We're working on it. But over here, what about this fourth guy - dressed in jeans, a leather jacket, and a red sweater with a cup of Rocky Road? Isn’t he a dead ringer for Jason Peter Todd Wayne if he would have lived?

Harvey: You just had to say it, didn't you?

Reporter: But he is! Clearly, the guy is 22 or 23. His age and his looks fit perfectly.

Harvey: So...Bruce Wayne faked his own kid's death? Why would he do that?

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Batman hit off the Batcomputer screen. "I told you to lay low. I told you not to draw attention to yourselves."

"I don’t know, B," Hood laughed. "This seems more like a YP than a MP."

"And we didn't draw attention to ourselves," Nightwing replied, hands out. "We went to see Phantom. For Jason’s Birthday.”

"You are public figures."

Robin (Tim) shrugged. "And whose fault is that, exactly? You're the one who parades us around charity events and grand openings and publicity interviews. Maybe if you did what other celebrities do and requested your children not be photographed, this wouldn't be an issue."

Batman glared, but after all these years, none of his sons were phased. In fact, Nightwing, Red Hood, and Robin all crossed their arms in identical stances.

“You’re right,” Batman finally relented. “All of you. Jason, I’ll speak with Barbara to see how best to reintroduce you into society.”

Hood sputtered. “Wait. What -? I didn’t mean - ”

“However, I will expect you to join Dick, Tim, Damian, and myself at all family events from now on.”

Nightwing leaned over to mutter, “I think it’s your problem now.”

“No shit, Dick. You just had to get matinee tickets.”

“We work nights!”

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Shit like this wasn’t supposed to happen in small towns. Yet here he was, in the middle of an armed robbery. The two men had a handgun each and were waving them around. Jason thought Canada had stricter gun laws, for God’s sake. Jason hid Danny behind his body and thanked whatever little luck he had that Jazz, and Ellie had stayed home.

And all because Jason had wanted some ice cream.

“Nobody be a hero. Give me the money, bitch!”

One man pointed the gun at the poor cashier, who looked close to tears, and the other pointed it at the three customers in the little convenience store.

Usually, Jason would be the first to jump into action, but he had Danny to think about now. Said kid pulled on Jason’s shirt and asked in a low voice, “Daddy, aren’t we gonna do something?”

“No, we’re gonna stay behind these shelves and let the proper authorities deal with it,” Jason whispered.

Danny actually pouted, pouted!

“But daddy, we have to help!”

Jason got Danny and held him close to his chest. Jason got on the floor and made himself small. He didn’t want attention on them and wanted to stop Danny from playing hero.

He should’ve remembered Danny had been one before, and he had powers. His son, his precious baby boy, turned invisible and intangible. Jason just about had a heart attack. Jason couldn’t risk calling out for Danny because that would draw attention to him.

The men were about to leave when they crashed into something invisible.

(If Jason squinted, he could just make out a green force field.)

Suddenly, both men’s pants fell to the floor, and when they looked down, distracted, both guns were knocked out of their hands and landed in front of Jason. Jason got one gun and pointed the other one at the men.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. Both men held up their hands and dropped the money. Jason watched as shoelaces were untied and then tied together to one another. The men got scared and tried to run when they heard police sirens, but they fell.

Jason heard a giggle at his side and watched his son return to the visible spectrum.

He sighed; it seemed he had to have a long talk with Danny.

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Danny pouted in the back seat as Jason lectured him.

They ended up held up for only under an hour after the armed robbery attempt. It was a small town, and everyone knew everyone. The cashier and the other three customers in the store knew that the two robbers were Donnie and Tanner Evans, two brothers who were always getting into trouble.

How those two idiots thought they would be able to get away with it, Jason didn’t know. At least in Gotham, the city was big enough for idiots to get away with robbing small convenience stores.

Jason sighed; how did this even happen to him?

It’s because he had shit luck, that’s why. And now his son was mad at him for not playing vigilante and lecturing him for playing hero.

“I’m serious, Danny. You could’ve gotten hurt!”

“But I didn’t! What do you want, dad, for me to let others get hurt?”

“Yes, I mean, no, I mean—look, Danny, you’re too young to make these decisions.”

Danny glared, his eyes turning Lazarus Pit green. (Jason ignored his eyes glowing in response to Danny’s anger.)

“Look, Danny, I’m not mad. I was worried. I’m disappointed you didn’t listen to me,” Danny interrupted.

“Everyone knows that’s worse than anger!”

“You need to listen to what I say. You can’t put yourself in danger that way.”

“Like you’ve never put yourself in danger,” his precious, precious son mumbled, “you used to be a vigilante.”

Jason wished he had Alfie. How did he put up with their danger-seeking habits? It was a miracle the butler was still alive because Jason felt like his heart was trying to leave his body through his chest.

“Wait till I tell your sister about this.”

“Ha! Jazz encourages my heroism! You lose.”

“We’ll see.”

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“What were you thinking, Daniel James Fenton?”

Danny watched as his daddy smirked at him, pleased. Jazz, the traitor, continued to scream at him.

“But Jazzie,” he whined, “I couldn’t just do nothing.”

Jazz pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Danny, we aren’t in Amity Park anymore. We’re trying to keep a low profile, and, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re like three years old!”

“I’m sixteen in the body of a five-year-old! And you can’t tell me what to do; you’re not mom!”

Danny regretted saying that as soon as Jazz’s face fell.

“Danny, apologize to your sister,” his dad barked out.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “it just came out.”

Jazz took a deep breath and continued, “I accept your apology, but Danny, you must be more careful. What if the cameras caught you?”

His dad had automatically hacked the convenience store’s cameras and found out that only one worked, and it was pointed at the entrance. Thankfully, it hadn’t captured Danny using his powers.

“Look, lad, like I said, I’m not mad, but you have to be careful when and where to use your powers. If I tell you not to, you don’t. Understand?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good, now, you’re grounded. No going outside for two days and no ice cream, either.”

“Aw, man, why daddy?”

“You disobeyed a direct order, that’s why.”

Danny pouted, and Jason had to harden his heart. Danny got off the chair and started going to his room.

“Danny lad, wait.”

Danny turned.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yes, I can feel it.”

“Good,” Jason kissed Danny’s forehead. “You scared me today.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can’t lose you, lad.”

Danny hugged his dad and let waves of love and reassurance hit the man. He might be disappointed that he was grounded, but Danny knew how much he had scared his dad. So, he would, mostly, take the punishment gracefully.

Jason watched Danny go to his room and plop hard on the chair.

“You okay, Jay?”

“Yeah, just, I got scared I would lose him, y’know?”

Jazz put her hand on his shoulder, “You’re a good dad.”

“I was so afraid to lose him today. What if I had,” Jason asked hysterically, “I’m a horrible father. I should’ve kept a better eye on him!”

“Jason, you’re spiraling. Danny is fine.”

Jason wondered if Bruce ever felt the way Jason was feeling now. How had Bruce raised a feral Dick Grayson and a rule-breaking Jason Todd? He kind of wished he had his dad near him to ask.

(He would take Danny away; Jason could never talk to Bruce again.)

“Do you think I handled it right?”

Jason wanted some reassurance.

“You did better than you think. Trust me.”

Jason smiled sadly. He hoped he wouldn’t screw things up with Danny.

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