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hiddendreamer67 · 2 years

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No good things occur bingo: Jason Todd, touch starved & disowned

I need the angst

A/n: it's only one prompt at a time so I focused on Disowned by Family. Hope you enjoy the angst. ;)

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Ever since Jason had crawled out of his own grave, this had been… wrong.

No, that was putting it lightly. Jason’s head was no longer his own, a green tinged monster lurked within his subconscious, whispering pretty words one second and screaming for blood the next. It fed into Jason’s rage, his frustrations and uncertainties, bringing a sense of calm into the whirlwind of his second life. Nothing felt real, tangible, other than his newfound mission. The mission he was set upon by none other than Talia Al Ghul.

“He abandoned you.” Talia had informed Jason, observing idly as Jason continued his League training under her watchful yet uncaring eye.

Jason ignored her, content to continue pummeling the shit out of his opponent: a punching bag. It didn’t have the give of living flesh, and his hands ready to wreak havoc were left unsatisfied.

“The Joker lives on.” Talia continued.

No shit. Jason barely acknowledged her with a scoff. The bastard’s laughter still haunted his dreams. He knew perfectly well that the lunatic was alive in an Arkham cell, only a matter of time until he broke loose and caused another round of chaos before Bruce just threw him back in. The two going round and round in circles like this was some fucking game to them, as if innocent blood hadn’t already been spilt at Bruce’s feet.

Talia studied him curiously, choosing her next words carefully. Not out of concern, but out of malice. “He replaced you.”

This time, Jason’s vision went green, consumed by the pit rage lurking just beneath the surface. Because it was true, wasn’t it? Jason’s corpse wasn’t even cold by the time Bruce dressed up another child in Jason’s suit. Let another kid galavant around as a target like this new adopted son was just more fodder in Bruce’s war on crime, as easily replaced as the last.

“The new Robin.” Talan dug the metaphorical knife deeper, knowing she hit a nerve. “He’s clever. Obedient. No wonder Batman’s taken more of a liking to this one than he ever did you. This Robin is certain to fly higher than a pathetic little street rat could ever have managed.”

“No.” Jason growled, his knuckles turned bloody with no sign of stopping. “He’s weak. He’s taking advantage of what was already mine. He’d be nothing if I wasn’t there first. It’s about time someone clipped that little pretender’s wings.”

Talia’s grin was feral. “Good.” It was exactly what she wanted.

And for a long time, Jason agreed with her, right up until he was standing over Robin’s collapsed form, beaten and bruised in a hundred ways with blood pouring out the slit Jason had put in his neck.

Robin’s mask had started to peel in the fight, leaving his battered face and dual black eyes now on display for the world to see. This was a kid. A kid. Yeah, Jason had known that; he was a kid, too, when he died. But wasn’t that what he was fighting against? Was killing another Robin any better than becoming the Joker himself?

This is good. One half of his mind- his mind? Or something else- whispered. This is fucked up. The other half observed. Jason felt split in two, lost now more than ever before. He thought he wanted to make Robin bleed, to stand over the broken bird and look Batman in the eye and inform him this is what happens when you try to use children as shields. But now, just the thought of facing Bruce, facing his father, and admitting what he’d done…

Jason was ashamed to admit he fled. Ashamed from both halves, because one half was disappointed he refused to take responsibility for his crime, and because the other half thought backing out now when they were only halfway done was shameful unto itself. The second half sounded like Talia. Jason wondered if they ever agreed at all, or if the parts of Jason on Talia’s side were just planted there by the bitch herself.

Jason retreated. He hunkered down in one of his safehouses like a coward, keeping an eye on bat activity. Robin hadn’t returned to the streets. Batman and Nightwing were clearly trying to hunt him down. It was what he once wanted; maybe he deserved it.

The worst part of it all was that Jason still couldn’t seem to regret it. He felt like he was waking up, reborn again as he tried to process what thoughts were his own. He knew, objectively, that he beat up a 14 year old to within an inch of their life. He knew the thought of killing a kid made him sick. But when he thought about Robin going out in his colors, no respect for Jason’s legacy, all cocky as he wielded Jason’s own weapon against him-

Yeah, maybe the kid deserved to be taken down a peg or two. And that scared him the most, because when he got mad all over about it, the green came back with a vengeance, ready to hunt down Robin and finish what he started.

Damn, Jason really was fucked up now. His head hadn’t been screwed on right since… well hell, maybe it hadn’t even been all right up there when he’d make the stupid decision to run away to Ethiopia in the first place and got himself killed.

Jason buried his head in his hands, trying to forget the way Robin’s arm cracked so easily beneath his grip. Even worse, the way that in the midst of all the pain he caused, Robin wouldn’t stop desperately trying to call Jason home once he realized just who was ‘Red Hood’.

“Jason please, you have to come back-”

“Bruce missed you so much, Dick too-”

“It’s the pit! I promise, we can help you-”

Jason scoffed at the memories. How naive, how Robin of him, to believe that Jason was redeemable. It was the kind of message Bruce was trying to get at all along with his ‘no killing’ rule. That people were good, that people could change. And Robin believed that right up until he blacked out from blood loss after Jason slit his throat.

…fuck, he might actually be dead.

Jason had no way of knowing for sure. He had sent out a distress beacon for Batman at Titan Tower before getting the heck out of dodge, but ever since Robin was being kept under strict lock and key. Jason had no way of knowing if what was hidden in Wayne manor was a recovering child vigilante or another young casket.

This realization really did make Jason hurl what was left of his breakfast. He spent the remainder of the week combing the internet for any sign of a death at the manor. There were no announcements, no press release, no sign that Bruce Wayne buried another son. So. Recovery it was.

Recovery he hoped.

For a second, Jason allowed himself to wonder at all those empty promises Robin threw out during their fight. What would Jason’s family say if he had returned to them after killing Robin? What had he expected? That a little murder would allow him to be welcomed home in open arms to a father who preached the opposite? God, the pit really had fucked with his mind, twisted everything up so much Jason didn’t know what was even real anymore.

Jason needed help. Serious help. And that’s what led him to the front steps of Wayne manor, two weeks after he had attacked Robin and left him in cold blood. It had been muscle memory, child’s play really, to scale the gate and avoid the security measures. It felt like nothing changed at all, back when Jason was just a rebelling teen avoiding his overprotective new dad. Of course, Alfred would always know what’s up, there waiting at the front door with a stern lecture and a blanket to swaddle him in.

This is what Jason was counting on now- well, not the blanket, it felt a bit juvenile for a rising crime lord. No, he was counting on Alfred. Jason didn’t believe for a second that the bats would trust him point-blank, as they shouldn’t. Jason had done terrible things and still had half a mind to do them again. But Jason was of sound mind enough (now) to realize that until he got outside intervention, he was a walking time bomb of his own making. This wasn’t the kind of shit you could just dump into a therapist’s lap and call it a day. Jason needed super intervention- magic mind altering? Good ol’ fashioned re-education?

(Maybe Jason was just too far gone and needed a bullet between the eyes, but even if that was true he needed someone more righteous than him to make that call.)

Batman and his network of superhero besties were the only ones with the resources to possibly help Jason now. No regular people would understand the affects of a resurrection, of a dip in the Lazarus pit, of whatever other fucked up stuff happened to Jason while he felt like he was floating through the League.

It took time, but Jason knew that it was time to bite down on his pride and come crawling back with his tail between his legs. It was painful, and just the thought of a single ‘I told you so’ moment made Jason want to go feral; that’s why he planned his return specifically for tonight, a night when the others would be out on patrol and Alfred would be the only one home and physically capable of opening the door.

Sure enough, the old English butler was the one to open the door, the warm familiar living room light casting a halo around Alfred’s welcome silhouette. The poor man looked as though he faced a ghost, and Jason hoped he wasn’t about to give his grandfather figure a heart attack simply by existing.

“Master Jason.” Alfred swallowed a lump in his throat. “It’s… it truly is you, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Jason admitted. “It’s me, Alfie.”

Today Jason was dressed in civvies, no mask to hide behind this time. He kept his hands up in front of his chest, making himself as non-threatening as possible with his new hulking form. The white streak in his hair was new, but it seemed his changed appearance didn’t fool Alfred, as the butler drank it all in, eyes roaming over every inch of Jason with carefully masked emotion. Reverence? Wariness?

“Master Tim told us it was you, but…” Alfred murmured, almost to himself.

Tim. Sometimes Jason forgot the Robin he beat senseless had a name outside the mask. Just another sign that he was mad at the circumstances, not the child.

“Yeah.” Jason rubbed at the back of his neck, noting the way Alfred kept careful watch over every one of his movements. “Uh, that was me alright. Or at least a version of me, I dunno.” Jason paused, wondering if it was his place to ask. “How’s the kid doing?”

The old man’s expression grew guarded. “For a while we were uncertain he was going to survive this incident at all.”

Good. No, not good. Jason blinked, giving himself a little shake to clear his head. Not a great start, to be honest. “Bet it’s a surprise to see me here, huh?”

“Indeed.” Alfred gave a short nod. “Perhaps, if I had learned you were alive once more initially, I would have expected your arrival, but that was before you decided to try and kill one of our own.”

His tone had all the bite of the lecture Jason expected, but none of the familiar warmth.

“Right.” Jason let out a slow breath, taking a moment to get his thoughts together. If this were anyone else, there would be shouting matches, angry words spoken too quickly for Jason to wrap his head around what he actually wanted to say. That was the benefit of Alfred: he’d make you stew in your own guilt, but he’d listen. He always did. Even after all this time, Alfred was granting him time to make his case. It was more than Jason deserved.

“That’s sort of why I’m here.” Jason admitted, hands slowly falling to his sides. “I still don’t entirely know why or how I was brought back, but I know parts of it. And I thought I was still me. I was furious, yeah, but I feel like after being murdered I could be granted a bit of leniency on that front. But now, after… things, I’m realizing that I came back wrong. And I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it’s like one day I just looked in the mirror and realized I don’t recognize the man looking back. And I don’t trust him, either.”

Alfred stared Jason down in that all-knowing way where Jason felt like his soul was on display. “Have you come to apologize to Master Tim?”

That was odd. It didn’t seem like Robin would be in any state for visitors, and even if he felt sorry Jason didn’t trust himself in the same room as one of the living embodiments of his triggers. So instead, he just shook his head. “I’m here to get help.”

“I see.” Alfred looked to him with pity now. “It seems you certainly need it.” Alfred took a deep breath. “But you won’t find it here.”

…what?

“Alfie, please, it’s me.” Jason pleaded, watching his chance slip through his fingers.

“I know it’s you.” Alfred assured him. But then why isn’t he opening the door? Sure enough, when Jason took a step forward, Alfred took a step back, the door closing slightly as if the butler was prepared to slam it in Jason’s face should the man advance any further.

Jason blinked. He hadn’t expected this at all. “Alfred, you don’t understand. I don’t have anywhere else to go. No one else would understand, no one else can help me-”

“Jason.” Alfred cut off his pleas. Jason, not Master Jason, as if he were no longer a member of the house- “I do not have the answers you’re looking for. I want to help your recovery in any way I can-”

“Then let me in the damn house!” Jason was vaguely aware he was yelling now, tugging at his own hair. When had he started doing that? Why was he suddenly so overwhelmed?

“Master Bruce and Master Dick have been fervently searching for you.” Alfred continued to explain, and it felt like he was trying to drown out Jason’s pleas entirely. “If you are truly repentant, you can take this up with them, and just as I would they want to help you-”

“You LIAR!” Jason screeched, practically spitting in Alfred’s face. He was aware the edges of his vision had gone green, but in the face of rejection anger was a greater comfort than fear. “You want to send me away, the lot of you! You don’t care about me at all! You let that brat trampse right into my bed, stealing my life right under my nose-”

“Master Tim did no such thing.” Alfred cut him off this time, no longer even allowing Jason to speak. “And even if he did, he is a child, still as deserving of love as the day he arrived on our doorstep, and I will not knowingly put his life in danger once more while he is under the protection of this roof.”

Jason reeled back as if struck, all the rage leaving him feeling cold and vulnerable upon the doorstep of what was once his home. Because it wasn’t his home, was it? Now Jason was nothing more than a threat, a danger, a villian. Someone too volatile to be helped here. It didn’t matter that Jason himself felt like he was made of delicate glass shards hastily put back together and ready to be smashed again; Jason was no longer someone deserving of comforting.

Jason licked at his chapped lips, realizing with a dull pang that he had suspected this would be the outcome all along. “So,” he said quietly, “that’s how it is. If you had to choose who to love, you choose him.”

Alfred just shook his head sadly, and how dare he look at Jason with such a pained expression like he were the more hurt one in this encounter? “No, Master Jason. I would love you both, but you made this choice for the rest of us.” Alfred paused, moments away from shutting the door. “I will be telling Master Bruce of this encounter. Allow him to help you.”

The door to Wayne manor shut in Jason’s face.

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Please send in a prompt from below and character(s) if you'd like me to write some more fics! I am very low on prompts at the moment! (Characters I'm doing: Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian)

#batman fic #fanfiction #angst #badthingshappenbingo ish #my writing #gore mention tw #titan tower scene #but off screen #jason todd #alfred pennyworth #idk what else to tag #disowned by family

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whumppmuhw · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 7: Disowned by family*

*alternative prompt tw: family drama, ransom, kidnapping, restraints, betrayal, torture mention, scars, generational trauma/abuse

#mine #ailesswhumptober2023 #whumptober #whump #disowned by family #family drama #ransom tw #kidnapping tw #restraints tw #betrayal tw #torture mention tw #scars #generational trauma #generational abuse

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hailsatanacab · 6 months

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A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

#dpxdc #batpham #i forget - can we tag the parent fandoms? w/e #immediately alfred's like: while i do appreciate your initiative may i suggest it wait until after dinner?#and danny - who has barely eaten proper homecooked food ever - takes one bite and then absolutely wolfs down the whole lot #after he's finished he's like 'bear with - I've got to add that to the 'Reasons I Would Like to Live Here' section'#danny's powerpoint has tailored sections for each batfam member with lists of reasons why they'd get along #my au thoughts on this is that the fentons disowned danny when he told them he was phantom #and that this is after the ultimate enemy - wherein which he allied himself with the JL to fight against dan #(which didnt really work at all - BUT he knows some of their identities now INCLUDING batman's)#so one of the main reasons why he'd be a great fit is that he knows their vigilante status anyway so they don’t need to worry about secrets #dick just turns to tim like 'he’s your friend. he learnt this from you.'#tim: 'i didn't tell him our identities!! i would never!!'#dick: 'no i know that. it's the stalker tendancies. it's baby tim all over again'#tim: scandalised gasp #they all eat dinner in silence just super subdued and in shock and sending glances to bruce and danny #duke like: 'so i know I'm the last one in the family but like... this isn't how it normally happens right? did any of you make powerpoints?#tim gets all shifty because he absolutely did make a powerpoint he just never actually showed it to anyone #everyone stares at tim because they all know. it was in one of bab's blackmail files she has on him #damian's slide has danny offering to throw down at any time. 'tim says you like to prove yourself with your skills?#how about a real challenge? if i beat you then you have to vote yes to adopting me!'#damian is in two minds about accepting because... 1) look at him damian could take danny in his sleep! but #2) on the off chance that he does win... damian does not want any more brothers #(he takes the bet and its a suprisingly fun fight - and while he'll never say this... he would vote yes even without the wager)#on one of danny's slides there's a picture of ellie: you'll also get my clone sister! two children for the price of one!!#uhhh.... thats it now - I've been having fun with this haha #spent all day with the 'ive lured you here under false pretences' 'danny i live here' line in my head haha #anyway enjoy!!!!!! this was fun #i wanna make these slides so bad

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stevesbipanic · 8 months

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I have a theory.

When Max says "I know a good lawyer." Why wasn't Steve's immediate reaction "Bet I know one better." Since you know the Harrington's would have a good lawyer. Well, because in the time between the end of Season 3 when Steve mentions his mum on the way to the Family Video interview and the time of Season 4, summer ended and Steve didn't go to any college's and his dad trying to punish him with a minimum wage job didn't scare him into taking up a job with his dad's business. The only conclusion, the Harrington's disowned Steve after Season 3.

#they also never mention hiding at Steve's place #because hes probably sleeping on robins familys couch/spare room #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington has bad parents #disowned steve

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composer-clover · 2 months

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i am grieving my upcoming illusory death

counting down the days to my living funeral

where i will be as good as dead in your eyes

while i just stand here

tears, no doubt, streaming down my face

and you ignore me like a ghost

not fully dead, but in my own hellish purgatory

for not doing as you say

#dysfunctional family #disowned #family trauma #original poem #poem #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled emotions #spilled ink #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #spilled writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers and poets

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bonefall · 2 months

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Did Brambleclaw actually disown the Three when the secret is revealed? I don't remember this happening (then again, it's been a while) but it does bug me how all three go "Poor brambleclaw :(( He was such a good dad to us and he has to learn we're not even his biokits :(((( poor guy" while simultaneously shitting on Leafpool and Squirrelflight despite them showing them more care and affection before AND after the reveal. If he does disown them, then.... WOW is the double standard real here.

In-canon? It's something you have to approximate. They don't seem to have a concept of ""disowning"" because blood relation is taken as such an insurmountable, FUNDAMENTAL fact of life. He doesn't write them out of his little kitty will and testament, but his actions ARE disowning.

It's as if the fact he is not their biological father is an automatic disowning. From the reveal onwards, he is immediately cold, distant, and the "betrayal" is mentioned often. The Three also explicitly don't blame him for his behavior, like it's just to be expected that he's Not Their Dad anymore.

Lionblaze in particular stares longingly at him several times, really missing him. And like... that's kinda what gets my goat so much

I do believe Brambleclaw is entitled to his feelings of betrayal. I believe Squilf was ultimately in the right to lie, actually, but he's still allowed to be upset and angry that she didn't trust him enough to tell him something so important. THAT SAID, YOU ARE NEVER ENTITLED TO TREAT OTHERS POORLY.

And that's what GETS me. He isn't upset that it was all revealed in such a painful and embarassing way when this could have been avoided, or that his lover struggled with this lie for so long without him, or that he feels he's lost his children. Squilf points it out in The Last Hope-- He's so ANGRY at Squilf that he will THROW HIS FAMILY AWAY

Lionblaze seems desperate to be his son again. Hollyleaf is gone for months, and Brambleclaw is still huffing about the secret when she comes back from the dead. Squilf is fawning in the hopes it makes him talk to her again. Doesn't matter. Brambleclaw Is Upsetti Spaghetti so the narrative will never examine his role in hurting this family he apparently loved so much.

(Narrative seems to understand full well that when Squilf lies for a good reason, that doesn't invalidate the hurt Brambleclaw felt... but when Brambleclaw is upset for a good reason, it actually DOES validate what he put her and his kids through)

In BB it is explicitly a disowning. He cuts them off as his children, and they reciprocate. BB!Lionblaze does so in a ball of fury, vowing that he has ONLY a mother.

#It does start getting.... ''better'' after oots. On the disowning front #Lion seems to be fixing his relationship with him #Which... actually is something I dislike tbh #Can we pls get canon acknowledgement of the Little Pogchamp scene where he lets Ash beat his son #And downplays this to holly #Pls #Idk i just feel lion makes a better mama's boy #Really close to squilf and then like... tries to get close to Leafp too but it just. Cant click.#In this very sad but also kind of validating way #Leafp isnt his mom... she didn't raise him. But shes still his aunt. She still loves him as ferociously as she always did #The reveal changed nothing about his family. In the end.#It truly was just a reveal.#(And then he stares angrily and also forlornly at bramble)#Bramblestar is honestly a very interesting character if you choose to take him at face value #And wade through the writer favoritism #I keep coming back to him man.#Such an incredibly mundane and honest type of terrible #Always consumed by his pride and terrible lack of self esteem. Everyone wants you to be better. But you keep messing up #Your honor. I hate him. I have a picture of him in my heart shaped locket.#I am putting him in an exhibit. I am blasting him with a hose.

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