#jason you an i are not on good terms buddy

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

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#i don't think i'm ever going to be ok about what they did and didn't do with t/r #jason you an i are not on good terms buddy #the fact he's never going to explain the matchbook and army man (unless that one was all hannah) when we know it was teasing plain + simple #you either commit to the platonic of it all and tell us plus doing right by boat man and rebecca (less creepy too wtf) #or you make them canon and go down in history of romantic pairings #god you failed so bad #never trusting male writers again #especially named jason #seriously that should've been a red flag already considering jroth failed his own show too

[lightwing-s]

Just realized one thing, Tim responding Jason only to realise he's food!vlogger reader's bf and accept it in the most calmest way is so accurate, but what more accurate is that he will be freaking out in the most calmest way too. Like... pouring coffee in his cup and stop it the moment it almost full, like perfectly stop. having his book upside down yet still able to read out the original content like it doesn't bother him when the batkids point out (probably duke). having the idea of wanting to bake cookies but immediately oppose against the idea himself and disgust by it cos he knows well he has only mastered the coffee but not the food... and eventually, one day when steph or the other batkids swap out the newest video, the first thing that completely broke Tim (and cause him to laugh out while the others trying to figure out what's wrong with him) is when he finally come in term that Jason and reader dating and he immediately sabotage Jason like...

Tim: So, you're the boyfriend😏

Jay: ...

Jay: ...

Jay: ...Don't tell me the reason why even demon brat called me to check in you is because of this

Tim: THAT SON OF A BIT——

Tim: Well, the moment you figure out you're not the only one who dated normal civilian

Tim: You WOULD freak out

Tim: Even though your gf is an influencer

Tim: A good one

Tim: Say, can I come visit? Alfie knows and definitely trying hard not to brag, so you must let have someone for him to brag along

Tim: 🤓

Jay: ...

Jay: Fine. Come along.

Jay: But no coffee for 2 days before.

Tim: Deal.

Tim was having breakfast at lunch time after pulling an all nighter, sleep bags evident under his eyes and a large cup of coffee on the table. The steam emanating from it filled the entire kitchen with its strong smell, making Jason, who just entered the room, nearly beg his brother for a sip of the beverage.

Sitting down in front of him with his hard earned drink, Tim watched his brother’s arms crossing on his chest, the muscles well defined (a feat Tim was slightly jealous off) and bringing out a memory, an impression he had seen it before, but not on his brother.

Looking at Y/n’s latest cooking video, he watched as she assembled the plate and placed it in front of her boyfriend, whose muscular biceps popped off just like his brother’s.

Just like his brother’s. No way!

This realization shadowed Tim’s mind for the whole week. He wasn’t 100%, dead set on it being true, but it looked so much like him. So, he took upon himself to watch all of Y/n’s videos and analyze each and everyone of the mysterious boyfriend’s appearances until he found enough evidence to support his claim he was none other than Jason Todd.

The whole family got worried, though. Tim was quiet, aloof, had his mind elsewhere and they didn’t know where to point to. They even called Jason to check on him too, worry flooding their minds over their brother’s sudden weird behavior.

“Hey buddy, you’re alright?” Jason’s voice broke through the phone. “Everyone’s been saying you’ve been off lately, so I just want to make sure. Cass even said you poured coffee out of your cup! So you got us all worried and shit…”

“So, you are the boyfriend?’

Tim’s sudden inquisition left the line silent, not even Jason’s breath being heard through the line. It took him a while, but when sound came on the phone again, Jason’s voice was covered in what Tim suspected was joy and mockery.

“Don't tell me the reason why even demon brat called me to check in on you is because of this.” he asked, incredulous.

That little son of a bit- “Well, the moment you figure out not only that you're not the only one in the family dating a normal civilian, albeit somewhat famous herself, but also that this information was hidden right under your nose, you’d freak out yourself.”

Jason couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, admiring his brother’s insane detective abilities (that he managed to challenge even if for just a while.

“Say…” Tim restarted. “Can I come visit?”

Hearing a quick denial, Tim still insisted. “I know Alfred knows, and he’s definitely trying hard not to brag about it, so you need to let him have someone to brag about it to.”

Another moment of silence followed, and Tim had to bite his nails to control his anxiousness.

“Fine.” Jason decided. “Come along.”

Almost throwing his arms up, Tim imagined all the food he would finally be able to try personally. 

“But no coffee for at least 2 days before you meet her.” Jason added. “I don’t want you acting all weird in front of her.”

“Can I have a Red Bull?”

“Not even those.”

Pretending to think for a while, Tim then replied. “Deal.”

It was only two days, anyway. Two day caffeine free to get a taste of Y/n’s heavenly food. It wouldn’t be that bad.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd blurb #jason todd #jason todd x you #food vlogger reader

[anawrites3]

I want someone (not me) to write a Bodyguard!Sladick fic - but in a very specific way (I'll probs end up writing this unless someone beats me to it (pls beat me to it someone, I can't commit to another WIP))

Basically, someone kills Bruce Wayne. And not because he's batman, but because he's rich af and refuses to sell his land in Gotham (bc yk, bro can't sell the fucking batcave and all his safe houses full of Batmerch). But no one knows who killed Bruce and why but they all believe it's because they found out Batman's identity and needed him out of the way for something.

21 year old Dick Grayson, who hasn't spoken to Bruce or had anything to do with the Batfam for two years, is asked to come back for Bruce's funeral and reading of the Will. Turns out, Bruce left everything - and I mean everything; cape and all - to Dick. Dick is now The Batman, the leader of the JL, the billionaire, the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, and also the legal guardian of not one, not two, but three kids. Jason and Tim was understandable, but Bruce never mentioned to Dick about having a kid with Talia al Ghul of all people. In all fairness, Damian was only dropped off at Bruce's feet two months ago. (Note that I'm fucking around with the Batboy's ages. Thus, Jason is 16 (bro died young), Tim is 14(bro was crazy stalking so young), and Damian in 9(bro is just young))

The killer, however, is still at large, and is now targeting Dick, the new Prince of Gotham, and his kids. But Batman (Dick) can't get involved just yet, the Batfam don't know what exactly the killers knows about them and Batman - it's too risky. But Dick can't just not do anything. So he calls the one person he knows will keep his family safe - for the right price, obvs.

Dick has money to play with and Slade loves a good game.

Basically they make a contract that issues Deathstroke as the bodyguard of the Grayson-Wayne Family until Bruce's killer is handled.

Only, Slade comes with his own baggage (aka a 9 yr old Rose Wilson) and Dick is stuck training (aka raising) another kid. But that's fine, because Slade ends up being less of Dick's bodyguard (let's face it, the kid can handle himself), and more of Dick's bodyguard-with-benefits/mentor/business partner/mental-support-bestie/drinking-buddy/private-chef/co-parent/stay-at-home-husband/love-of-his-life.

They get very domestic in this fic. And Slade has to wear a three-piece suit when following Dick around as he plays Gotham's Billion Dollar Prince and Dick can't stop riding him in the back of the Batmobile because Slade looks waaaaay too good in a suit.

But raising kids is hard, especially when you're 21. So Dick faces a lot of challenges in this fic - like his undead brother, Jason, trying to come to terms with Bruce dying right after they started to mend their relationship, and Tim who was just recently fired as Robin after one simple mistake, and his new rage at Bruce for that and dying (he refuses to believe his dead), and fuck - the nine year old assassin and grandson of Ra's al Ghul, Damian, who never truly had the pleasure (misfortune?) of knowing his father. Than there's Rose Wilson, who doesn't really know English all that well and is dealing with the trauma of watching her mother die before her.

So Dick has to really step up - as a business man, as a leader, as Batman, and as a father.

Luckily he's got Slade, who fuck's like he fights. It tuff that Dick is quickly falling in love with Slade, and Rose, who he can't help but see as his kid, too.

Oh I love this idea so much, its great!! I would love to read it as well ahaha and I might write something 👀👀 but it's a big project so I wouldn't be able to do the whole thing

But you can let me know if you have any fav/special scene in mind (or a few 😌) and I might write it. You can also check out my commission info if that's what you'd preffer and you're able to afford it!

I love bodyguard Slade stories, I'm a sucker for those honestly haha and I love how here he's protecting not only Dick but the whole family. And its just so delicious that Dick hasn't talked to Bruce in so long and now he's thrown back into his life- but Bruce is dead and Dick has to take on the mantle and help the city and raise three kids and keep them all alive and not go crazy and-

I love that you're making it even more messy and difficult for Dick by putting Rose in the middle of it too lmao. I can already imagine all the trouble the family would have together

Slade wearing a three piece is a sight and I don't blame Dick at all 🙈🙈 But seriously, I adore their relationship in this, it's so complex and complicated. I can imagine them bonding over some whisky when the kids are deep asleep and Dick getting frustrated with what his life is now and Slade just letting him cry while holding him close AGHH SO GOOD

Thank you for sharing! Again, its a great idea and I'd love to play with it a bit if you allow me 🤗💕

#anon #my reply #not my idea #sladick #dickstroke

[swearingcactus]

FAR CRY AND USING RED FOR THEIR VILLAINS AND 'VILLAINS'

almost all of the (main) far cry games uses red to show who's the enemy (like most games, really!), and i wanna point out that it even expands to the other characters and overanalyze their wardrobe. long post under the cut

IN FAR CRY 3:

pirates wear red and so does their leader vaas who wears his #iconique red tanktop. coincidentally jason views vaas as the ultimate villain who he has to kill.

Hoyt wears a red shirt under his jacket, which if you think about could be kinda read as him being on the inside/the real guy pulling the strings underneath the surface of what jason previously know about.

"But what about Buck?" you ask, "He wears blue, which since Jason also wears blue, should mean he's one of the 'good guys'?" well yes and no. Technically, Buck does try to be buddy buddy with Jason, multiple times even, so the blue shirt as trying to fake being your friend fits. However, Buck's chest tattoo is red, and it's literally inked into his skin and is obvious to Jason and for anyone to see that he is clearly not our friend.

Privateers also don't have any red in their color schemes, but i feel this might be a sign that at that point, Jason didn't actually have to be on the island and kill privateers.

IN FAR CRY 4:

both the royal army and the royal guards wear red colored uniforms.

Pagan wears a pink suit, which isn't exactly red, but then again, he isn't inherently antagonistic towards Ajay, who may not view Pagan as the villain at all, depending on the player's choice on letting him go or not. I would also argue Pagan's pink suit also foreshadows his retirement from the dictatorship role, he's just biding his time and not really actively doing anything.

Notice that his shoes are red though and he did take very particular offense that they got ruined when he killed a guy, so Pagan very much still is a villain

Compare this to Paul de Pleur, who wears a red shirt, or Noore's red sash. "but, but noore was doing it because she was forced! she isn't ACTUALLY evil!" yeah that's what the sash is for, it's an add-on to her original outfit, as opposed to de Pleur's shirt that he covers with the blue vest.

(also i do think noore deserves a whole lot of credit as a villain for what she did, even if she was cornered into that position. she DID kill and pimp out pretty much anyone she can get her hands on. she DID kill innocent kids to save her own. not saying i wouldn't do it if i was in her shoes, but on a 'good-bad' spectrum noore is definitely not on the good anymore.)

Yuma's a bit tricky cus she also doesn't have any red color scheme, instead her hair's pink just like Pagan's color. So was it like... she's just copying Pagan? That her previously 'evil' actions were set in motion YEARS before it could have any effect to Ajay's present journey to find Lakshmana now so the color has faded to pink? Maybe. But she IS obsessed with being Kalinag and became Kalinag in Ajay's hallucination when he had to kill her, and Kalinag does have a red color scheme.

FC4 is great cus both Sabal and Amita also has red in their wardrobe which is great foreshadowing.

Sabal's red is fittingly on his prayer beads, and he used religion to slaughter people in his ending;

while Amita's red is on her boots, and she eventually rules over people, demanding lands to be used as drug fields.

FAR CRY 5 gets a loud boooo because none of the seeds have red in their wardrobe. some peggies are tatted with red ink, and the Eden's Gate flag is red, but like, WHERE'S THE CONSISTENCY UBISOFT!

FAR CRY 6 actually goes back to Far Cry 3 in terms of character design (red = evil, blue = good) with how the libertad wears blue and the FND wears red.

Anton, like Hoyt, wears a red shirt (and even a red tie!) under a suit. Notice that it's a white suit this time. He's covering up his mistreatment of Yarans producing Viviro with propaganda and an attempt to look squeaky clean to foreigners.

Diego wears the same uniform, out of duty, but in his civilian clothing (which you see at the start of the game), he's wearing a blue jacket-- he wants to be good. Unfortunately, he can't, as his red sneakers indicate, everywhere he steps death follows, because he is still a Castillo. and you know what Anton says to him?

(NOTICE THE WORDING...)

fortunately (or unfortunately), Diego wasn't the only one who wears red on their shoes on that boat, so he isn't the only one to blame for bringing death. you know who else has red on their shoes?

THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS, DANI ROJAS THEMSELVES WEARS RED LACED SNEAKS. Dani is the ONLY survivor of the boat other than Diego, and once they set foot on that boat with her, Lita's fate was sealed.

Additionally... in the FC6 DLC, we see the villains of 3-5 again, and they were still wearing their original outfits... but note that Vaas shows up again at the end of his DLC, and we see that his red tank has faded, and he's wearing a green army jacket on top of it now. he's still a villain by some standards, but he's moved on from being just the leader of the pirates in Rook Islands.

P.S if ubisoft ever makes another continuation, i wonder what color they'll use for the protag's outfit cus they've already went with blue (jason) > green (ajay) > yellow (dani) and they usually reserve red for the enemies. im team purple myself.

#but hey that's just a theory a *gets shot* #far cry #far cry 3 #far cry 4 #far cry 6 #this is cringe af but i am FREE #far cry analysis

[pjxjg]

Mafia Boss!Jason x Writer/Artist!Percy anyone?

“I’m going in a date.”

The amount of water Piper snorted back up into her glass was concerning, especially after sending the girl into a horrible bout of wracking wheezed and coughs.

“Your- your what?” She rasped, letting out another light choke of air.

Jason didn’t look up from his spot in front of the mirror, fixated on tying his tie and combing down the spikes in his blonde hair.

“Frank set me up with this guy he met through Hazel, and she says we’d be really good together.”

Piper snorted, scrubbing the water on her skirt with a dry tissue. “Oh yah? And how’s that gonna go?”

When she caught the look Jason sent her, she sighed and set down the tissue, clasping her hands together and pressing them to her lips.

“Just- do you really thinks a good idea? I mean, the only person you’ve ever dated was me. And that was before I came out as lesbian.”

“Well we had a long-er relationship, didn’t we? I thought it was ok.” Jason sniffed.

Piper gave him a blunt look, “Jay, we were freshmen in high school who only met because my mom shot your dad.”

The blonde opened and closed his mouth, “So-o?”

“Buddy. Babe. Our first date one of your family’s rivals tried to gun us down from the roof of the cinema we were walking to.”

Jason sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair, deciding it looked a bit too fancy. “I know, Pipes, I know. But with the pestering Zeus has been laying on, I just would rather go out and try to find love instead of have him select someone for like a treaty or something.”

Piper raised a brow, “Like back in the day marriage to stop rivalry shit?”

“Well-” Jason fumbled for an excuse. “Yah.”

“Afraid he’ll pair you up with someone who can kick ass better than you?”

Jason threw his comb at her.

“Jeez, sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to hit a sensitive nerve.” Piper muttered through horribly hidden chuckles.

“Whatever, Pipes, I’m going. And you can sit here and laugh yourself to death for all I care.”

“Just- be careful, ok Jase? You don’t want to hurt yourself, or worse, get this mysterious blind date killed.” Piper said, “I mean, what is you really liked him? And some other gang found out?”

“I’ll be cautious, and I’ll be really honest with him too- Hazel said that Frank said that this guys pretty chill.”

“But is ‘chill’ enough to come to terms with your family business, that can be pretty sketchy for someone. I mean- my mom’s pretty invested and I was still freaked out by it. I just-“ Piper struggled to think up what to say next.

“This could end really badly with an innocent death, or you dead if you’re not careful. Look what happened to your mom.”

Jason winced slightly at the mention of Beryl, “I- you right. But I don’t know, I feel like this’ll be good for me. And what if I do end up with some kickass boyfriend, it could end badly or it could end pretty great, I think.”

“That’d be something I’d want to see.” Piper took another sip of her water, swirling it around in her cup. “You, trying to interrogate in the living room. About to break the biggest secret that could make your family’s business untouchable, when suddenly.” Pipers voice rose ten octaves.

“‘Hey honey, what do you want for dinner?’”

Jason will admit, he snorted out a laugh, turning to Piper, who had also broken out into a light airy laugh that sounded like a wheeze because she couldn’t get enough air.

“Who- who the fuck says he’ll talk like that?” He snorted.

“It was an in the moment thing, ok. It got you scrambling to get your shit together didn’t it?”

Jason turned to Piper, opened mouthed with another insult coming up his throat, before she cut him off again.

“Look- maybe this will be good for you. I don’t know it’ll end well. But maybe you can get something out of this. Like a slap to the reality or a ‘kickass boyfriend.’”

“Thank you, Piper, thank you.” Jason said earnestly, trying ruffle his hair his just a bit more.

“You’re welcome. And for the love of all things holy don’t get yourself killed because you’re trailing after some asshole Frank knows.”

“Oh fuck off Pipes.” Jason grabbed his coat of the small hook by the door, checking for his wallet and the extra small handgun tucked into the side pocket.

“Love you too! You stupid ass bastard!”

The last thing the blonde mafia boss heard was a shrill laugh from Piper before the door was slammed shut.

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just a thought, i’m to lazy to write fics but here’s some more inspiration

#jason x percy #gay #otppp jercyyy #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #ships #jercy #artistxmafiaboss #i love them #i also love the trope #romance

[madds-is-ace-trash]

Chapter 8: Visiting Hours

Summary: Danny gets to go to the library, Jason meets the baby, Dicks co workers thought they saw this coming, and Clark talks to the boys.

Come read on Ao3

This chapter took a while but here it is!

Warning this chapter dose include this Fics mandatory dick joke but its one and pretty short.

Ok Serious warnings, This chapter includes more mentions of Dannys injuries, References to past child abuse and trauma. This chapter also includes a bit of self digression. If any of this makes you uncomfortable please feel free to skip.

Dick woke up with a yawn. As he stretched his arms up over his head, he felt a weight tug and wiggle against his side. Looking down, he spotted a mop of messy jet black hair, sticking up off his son's (and yes dick had made that mental leap dammit) head as if defying gravity. After Danny’s display of power and their talk with Clark, Danny refused to let Dick leave his sight. He thought it was cute the way Danny clung to him. 

  The kid had obviously been touched-starved, melting at any sign of affection and Dick was glad to provide it last night but… But this morning he had to go into the station. He had already skipped yesterday and he could only have so many “family emergencies” in one year. Gordon would have his head if he was late. 

  Wait…. frick! Who was going to watch Danny? All his brothers either had school or work. Cass had a case she was working on, same with Steph, he… he can’t leave him with Jason.  Don’t get him wrong, he loves Jaylad but they aren’t on the best of terms at the moment. B would drop whatever he had in a heartbeat but he can’t just leave Danny with Bruce. Danny can barely coexist in the man’s presence. He can’t ask Al. He’s got too much on his plate already. 

  Well, only one option left. Looks like he's gotta call Babs. 

  And as if on cue, seriously could Danny read his mind? Danny’s eyes flutter open as he pushes himself up. “ Pa? Good morning” Danny grumbles sleepily. 

  “Morning, North Star,” he ruffles Danny’s hair, sending the already chaotic mess in every direction. His chest swelling at the name. Danny had called him papa last night as he drifted off, it seemed like it stuck. “How would you feel if you got to spend the next few days hanging out at a library while I’m at work?” 

  “A library!? We can go! Really?” Danny shot up, eyes lighting up with excitement, the boy curls in a little pulling tension away from his stitches.  

  “Yes, buddy! Imma ask if my friend can watch ya for a bit. She works at the library. I'm sure she would love to have you.” Dick grabbed his phone.

  You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

Of course I would love to watch Danny 

  Disco-Never-Dies

I didn’t even..

  You know what, whatever, thanks a ton babs I owe ya!

  You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

You can pay me back by making sure you pack that kid a lunch when you send him 

  Disco-Never-Dies

Np! 

  “ She said yes, we’re in the clear little man.” He ruffled the boy's hair again only for him to squeak in retaliation, but did not actually pull away from the touch.  Dick hopped out of bed, wandering over to his closet as Danny hung on to his sleeve as he floated behind him. 

  Dick laid out the pieces of his uniform on his bed. Then he reached over by the night stand and pulled a bag off of the floor. Out of it, he pulled out a t-shirt that had a cartoon bear made of stars and a pair of sweatpants. He also laid out Danny some clean underwear and socks. Duke had dropped the bag off this morning, apparently he stopped by a little mom and pop clothing store that morning when he ran out to grab something for Al. Why the store was open at 4:30 am Dick will never know. Danny hovered, peaking over Dicks shoulder as he arranged their outfits for the day. 

  “Ok Danny, can you take your shirt off so I can clean your stitches?” Danny curled himself into a ball mid air, defensively clutching the shirt he had on in his hands. He was still so protective over his chest, he had trusted dick enough to sleep next to him but not to clean his wounds? “ We just need to clean the area with some alcohol wipes.I promise no more, no less.” He raised his hands into the air showing the pack of alcohol pads he held in one hand and the dry gauze in the other. 

  “Promise?” Danny asked, his voice low and soft. Like if someone overheard him the world would crumble. 

  “Yes, of course.” Dick thought for a minute about the boy's past instances about doing anything related to his chest himself.”Tell ya what, how about we do it together? Would it make you feel better if you got help?” Danny nodded. Dick scooped the boy out of the air and into his arm and made his way to the bathroom attached to his bedroom. 

  The rest of the boys' morning went relatively smoothly. Danny’s stitchings looked good. He let Danny dress himself in the bathroom. While he got into uniform, on the other side of the door in the room to give him some privacy, Dick helped Danny comb his hair, and then the boys brushed their teeth and headed down stairs. When they got downstairs, Alfred had packed Danny a To-go bag. It was in a black drawstring that Damian had brought home from school one day. Al had packed him lunch and some snacks. Dick couldn’t thank him enough. 

  Danny scarfed down his breakfast and he and Dick were off, borrowing Cass's car (she had picked up a car seat) and making their way to Gotham library. 

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James was having a lovely morning, he really was.  Shoot, he even decided that he was going to walk to the station this morning. You know, exercise and all that jazz.  However, that nice peaceful morning was thrown out the window when Officer Grayson pulled up by the library as he was walking past. 

  Grayson just pulling up wasn't what ruined his morning. No, in fact, James thought Dick was a swell guy. It was when he walked around to his back seat and pulled out a kid ! Like a whole ass child. Young too, no way it was his youngest brother. And the kid was small, so very small. When did Bruce Wayne pick up a new kid?  Was this the family emergency he called out for? His dad scooping up another kid? Grayson didn't even live at home any more. Why was it his problem? 

  “ Star shine if you don't calm down, you're gonna float away at this rate,” Dick giggled at the boy in his arms. 

  “But papa, I can't help it!” The boy jumped for joy as Dick set him down to lead him up the steps. “Do you think they're gonna have a book on the Mars rovers?” Wait a minute, Papa. Shit this wasn't just some kid his dad picked up, this was Grayson's kid. When the hell did he have a kid? He looked like he was what, maybe 3, and to his knowledge, Dick was still sleeping around.

  “Ok Danny, one sec. Can I get a picture?”  The boy, whose name is Danny apparently, whipped around an eager expression on his face, “ I'll be fast, promise. Then you can go have your day with Aunty Barbara.”  

  “Ok but just a quick one!” Danny smiled for the camera holding on to the straps of a drawstring backpack with excitement. 

  “ Ok got it! Have fun and be good, ok? If you need anything, you can have Babs call me, ok?” the boy nodded in agreement. “I'll come get you after work.” With that, Barbra opens the door to the library, gestring for the small boy to follow her inside. Dick walks back to his car, glancing over his shoulder at the library one more time before driving off. 

  James stood on the sidewalk, blankly staring off into space, trying to process what he had just witnessed. By the time he snapped out of it and checked his phone, there was no way he was going to make it to the station on time. There went his peaceful morning as now he was going to have to run to work!

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  Danny followed the women through the doors and into the library. His core was humming with excitement as he tried his best to keep his feet on the ground.  Danny took a moment to take in the size of the library, the multiple floors lined with books seeming to stretch for miles.  He hopped in place, flapping his hands so fast he might generate enough lift to get him off the ground with that alone. 

  “Glad to see you're excited,” the woman chucked off to the side as she shut the door. “ Honestly you might give Jason a run for his money.” 

  “Which ones Jason agia-” Danny cut himself off as he turned to face Barbra. Her hair was red, like the warm tones of a sunset.  Fuzzy memories danced through Danny's head of smiles and kind words, of safety, of warmth. He felt himself lift into the air; shoot, he wasn't supposed to do that. But she nevered cared. The one who made sure he got the feed. The one who sat by his side and held his hand when the yelling was too loud. He can't. Why can't he remember her name? Why did she leave? This isn't her. this woman's different.  She's not-

  “Danny, are you ok?” She asked in a calm voice, a hand outstretched,offering for him to take it. Danny scans her up and down, noticing the woman is on wheels, yet despite that Gotham wraps around her. She is one of hers so she's safe. She has to be safe.  “ Danny, it's ok. I'm here.” 

  Red was safe.

  Red was home.

  Danny’s core screamed SAFE, LONGING, SAFE, TRUST, LIKE HER.

  So Danny takes her hand, letting her guide him back to the ground. When his feet make contact, he remembered to breathe. “Your chair is cool.” He blurts out trying to break the tension.

  “ I..oh.. my.. pfff” she chuckles, placing her hand over mouth in a attempt to hold the laughter in. A gentle smile settles on her face, “Are you alright? You kinda froze.” 

  “Yhea I’m sorry,” Danny tugs on the strings of the backpack, twirling them in his fingers. “ You just reminded me of someone for a sec. I'm sorry.” 

  To Danny’s relief, she seemed to move on from it pretty fast. “ We’ll let's get you set up for the day, hm? “  she rolled over to a group of tables set up behind the front desk of the library. It was probably meant so people could sit in the library to study. “ You can pick a table and set up shop. That way if you need me, I’ll be right here,” she gestured over to the raised front desk, “ Dick said you like to read,so if there’s anything you would like I would be more than happy to help you find it.”

  Barbra took her place at the desk while Danny set up. He hung his bag on the back of his chair, pulling out the metal thermos of water he had been sent with. He placed it on the table so he would have it when he needed it. He remembered someone always nagging him that he needed to drink more water( as well as get more sleep, and study ect.) He asked her where the astronomy section was. She pointed him in the direction and off he marched. Scanning the shelf of slightly dusty books at his eye level, he still wanted to see if he could find a book on rovers.  

  When the books at eye level didn't seem to hold what he was looking for, Danny looked around, making sure no one else would see him forfeit gravity. He lifted into the air sitting with his legs crossed as he scanned the shelf. When he found a book,  cataloging the building and launch of Spirit and Opportunity, the book was big, about the same size as his whole torso. But Danny didn't care, as he landed back on the ground and made his way back to the table with his new treasure. 

  Danny laid the book out on the table, his core humming with content excitement. He hadn't gotten to read much lately; not from what he could remember. So he buried his nose in his book, the sound of thunder rolling gently over the library. 

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  The day dragged on and on  and Barbra was busier than she thought. Between helping Signal  on his patrol and the watch parts that Tim sent her, she got pretty busy. So busy in fact that Danny pretty much went ignored all afternoon. Not that he seemed to mind. The boy sat at the table taking books back and forth from the self to the table. Even after Barba informed him he could just leave them on the cart and she would get them.  

  One or two other people stopped by early afternoon, Danny seeming to tense when he was walking by. Sad really,the poor boy. “Excuse me miss,” a male voice called from the front of the counter. 

  “Oh yes I’m sorry. How may I help you.” She tucked away the Tech she was working on. 

  “I need some help finding a book? I went and checked the cards but I can’t find it on the self.” The man in his 50s explained politely. 

  “I’ll be more than happy to help you find it. what book are you looking for?” 

  “It called—“

  ———————————————————————-

  Jason sat in his apartment reading a book on his couch, a rare occasion these days. But something itched at the back of his mind. This weird desire to go, protect, help.  But where, Jason had no idea. He felt so restless. 

  He pulled out his phone scrolling threw last night’s group chat. His brother brought home a kid. Planned to keep sucker too; the whole family worked out his cover story late last night from the sound of it, though he was in pretty bad shape. He hated it when people targeted kids. He wouldn’t stand for it. 

  Wait,Babs said she was gonna watch him right? Maybe if Jason met the kid, he could get a lead on who’s skull he needs to cave in for thinking they can get away with torturing children. Maybe it will quit this never ending itch to go do something . 

  Jason changes into his civis, still Bolstering a leather jacket and a hidden gun. He hops on his bike and sets off for Gothams library. 

  ———————————————————————-

  “Danny, what are you doing!” Barbra calls as she returns to the front of the library only to see Danny at the table tinkering with the watch. The busted watch that Tim had sent her because he couldn’t fix it. 

  “I…I!” Danny stuttered and froze a screwdriver in his hand.

  Barbra Rolled over and snatched the device from the boy.” Danny! that could be dangerous what were you-“  she looks at the watch in her hand. The now fixed and working watch is in her hands. “Danny did you?”

  “I’m *hic* sorry please I. I just wanted. Help” Danny started sniffing, tears falling down his cheeks as he held his arms  up to shield himself. Did? Did he think she was going to hit him? Oh no. 

  “Danny I’m sorry for yelling. You fixed it! That’s amazing!” She set a hand gently on his, guiding his arms back into his lap. “ I was just worried you could have hurt yourself. I’m sorry for snapping.”  He held his eye shut,still leaning away like he was waiting, waiting for something Barbra would never dare do. “How did you know how to fix it? Do you like fixing stuff like this?” 

   “I’m sorry I just….” His breath was shaky as he opened his eyes and fiddled with his hands. “ I just. I fix stuff, I like to fix stuff I used to help sometimes I just.”  His breath picking up again almost to the point of hyperventilating. 

  “Hey it’s ok. Thank you for helping me. I appreciate it. How about next time you just ask first ok?”

  “Mhm I…I can do that.”

  “ Ok how about we have some lunch hmm? I heard Al packed it. He would be sad if you didn’t eat it.” 

  “Ok Yhea, I can eat.”

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  You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

The van is definitely connected to Danny. The  watch that me and Tim couldn’t figure out. The kid just fixed it in the 10 minutes it took for me to help someone find a book. 

  Caffeine-High is typing…

  ————————————————————

Dick walked in through the front doors giving the receptionist a polite nod as he made his way to the check-in clock. 

  “Officer Grayson! Good to see you’ve made it in time.” The commissioner called from his office that was down the hall from where the check-in clock was, his door wide open. 

  “Yhea, I’m sorry about yesterday,” Dick gave the man an apologetic smile, “ I had a bit of a situation I had to take care of.” 

  “ It’s quite alright, emergencies happen. However Officer Grayson, your reports are still due by the end of the night.” The older man said, his voice gave away no malice. 

  “Yes sir. I’ll be sure to have them in.” Great. Now he would have to stay cooped up at the station. He was hoping to at least get to go on patrol. After all, he wanted to swing by that alley in the daylight to look for any more clues to where Danny had come from.  From the looks of it, he was gonna have to see if Duke could make time. 

  Hours rolled on with Dick filling out his reports and paperwork. And on top of that, he was also reviewing some of his colleagues’ reports as well. A few of Gothams police officers aren’t above tweaking reports for their own gain. 

  “Hey Grayson, so when were you gonna show us your little guy?” James leaned up against the side of Dick’s desk leaning on both of his arms. Dick quickly closed the reports he had been checking. 

  “Ok wait, hold on there Kirk, first of all, I don’t typically swing that way. Second of all, we’re at work man. I’m not just gonna whip it out. Third of all-“

  “No! Oh my God,no. Your kid man! When were you gonna tell us you had a kid? “ The sudden shout had caught the attention of all of the officers in the office space. 

  “I um uhh-“ Dick stumbled over what to say. What in the world was Officer Kirk talking about.

  “Grayson has a kid!?” one of the other officers rushed his desk. “Since when?” 

  “Guys I-” James cut Dick off again.

  “Must have been for a hot minute . Saw him dropping the kid off at the library. Kids gotta be like 3 or 4.” Shit this wasn't happening, not yet. Dick was gonna claim Danny anyway but he hoped he had more time to get the paperwork in order for the cover story. 

  “Look guys I just,” the other officers gathered around his desk. Those who weren't were doing a terrible job at pretending they weren't listening.

  “I wanna see the baby!” Georgia rushed his desk, pushing through the small group to get to the front.”Show us a picture!”

  Dick stuck his hands up in the air leaning back in his chair away from the ecstatic women who rushed his desk. “ He’s not exactly a baby, guys.” 

  “I don’t care, you do have photos don’t you?” Of course dick had photos he took plenty yesterday but those were the only ones he had. But if he had all those photos of Dami he always showed, and none of his supposed son. 

  Dang it photos it was. “ Fine, fine just give me a second.”  Dick pretended like he couldn’t find the photo app given him enough time to send a text saying that whatever cover story they had they were going to have to stick to it because the cats were out of the bag. “Oh and here we go!” He turned his phone around the image of Danny he took this morning on his screen. 

  A rupture of coos and complaints followed. “He looks just like you!” she leaned into the phone. “ his nose is different though and his freckles! Oh my look at him!” 

  “What's all this commotion?” Gordan barked as he made his way into the office space. 

  “ oh nothing just that Grayson has been hiding the cutest little munchkin.” Officer Georgia Leimon bounced on her heels. 

  “ A munchkin?” The commissioner questioned. Dick wasn’t exactly hiding Damian, in fact he showed him off like a-

  “Yhea Grayson has joined the dad club.” Kirk added. “How the mighty have fallen.” 

  “Get back to work, all of you.” He said exasperated, dick felt him, sometimes the station felt more like a high school then a police station with all the drama. 

  “ Grayson, may I talk to you?”  The commissioner asked, a hand placed on his shoulder after everyone had gone about their business.

  “Yes sir,” dick stood, his stance slumped. He was so tired his muscles were still aching from the bust before he found Danny. His shoulder felt awkward in its socket where Danny had grabbed him in panic. 

  Gordan led dick back to his office, closing the door Behind him. “ you look tired son,” gordan said gesturing for dick to sit down on the opposite side of his desk.  Dick took him up on the offer. 

  “You have no idea,” dick chuckled to himself. It's not the first time dicks come to work half dead and most likely won't be the last. Especially not until they figure out where Danny came from. 

  “I understand new babies can be hard, if you-” the older man began.

  “Dannys not a baby,” dick released a breath sinking into the chair. “ He's about 6 actually, I only found out about him the other day.” 

  “Oh? If you don't mind me asking why only now. I know you well enough to know if you did have a kid you would never shut up about him.” 

  Here go’s nothing, dick pulls out his phone, sending the group chat a quick text saying the story made its way to Gordon. Then he pulls up the photo album he had( yea he already made Danny his own folder sue him) of danny on his phone. Handing the phone to the older man. “ I met his mother when we're teenagers, she never told me she got pregnant. After a bit she just cut contact I just figures she was done with me. Apparently, she had Danny in secret and married some guy. “ Dick elapsed his hand over his knees. “She didn't want Danny but I guess she felt obligated to keep him, lets just say that didn't exactly lead to the best environment.” 

  “So how did you find out about him?” the older man asked gently. Gordan could tell by looking at the boy that he was not well taken care of. He was small for a boy his age, And his wrist to thin, his eyes had heavy bags, and his skin was pale.

  “ His uncle took him, rescued him even. Then the guy called me, I have no idea how he got my number. He called me saying that he had my son and he was bad and he needed me.” Dick began to fidget with the sleeve of his uniform. “ Even if there was a chance Danny wasn't mine I couldn't just leave this kid there so I drove to meet him the night before I called off. When I got there I just knew, I took one look at him and knew he was mine.” A soft smile crossed his lips,” took him for a check up and the blood work all but confirmed it.” 

  “and when you say he wasn’t in the best environment, is that affecting him?” Gordon handed dick his phone content with the pictures he saw. 

  “You have no idea,” dick chuckled grimly. “ obviously other than the lack of nutrition and him being way too small for his age, he’s kind of sickly and his socialization is totally messed up. He’s clingy and easily scared. He doesn’t really understand normal social cues. And that not even getting in to all the signs of abuse-“ dick stops himself

 taking a shaky breath. 

  “I’m sorry that sounds difficult ,” Gordon try to reassure him. 

  “Yeah I just… I just wish I got to him sooner” dick couldn’t bring himself to look the older man in the eyes. He was supposed to be a cop, he was supposed to be a hero, yet Danny managed to slip through the cracks. Something so terrible happened right under his nose. 

  “Don’t beat yourself up Grayson, you couldn’t have know. What matters is you're here for him now.”

  “Yeah well we’re on the topic I really need my weekend off, you know normally I don’t mind coming in but we’re still trying to get him settled.” 

  “Yes of course, if you don’t mind me asking where is he now?” 

  “He’s actually spending the day with Barbra at the library, little man loves books.” Dick smile returns his shoulders releasing some tension he didn’t realize he was holding.

  “Perfect, I was going to go out to dinner with her anyway. We can go together. I would love to meet your son.” 

  “Yeah ok,” dick said, doing his best not to internally panic. “Just um come get me when you're ready to head out I dove today.” 

  “Of course,” he got up, walking out of the office and shutting the door behind him.

  Shiiiiiiiiiit

  ———————————————————————

  Jason’s head was fuzzy, something rumbling in his chest. He parks his bike behind the library tucked away from prying eyes. He locks it just in case.

  He then walked to the front, something scratching at his mind to go. Something telling to find.   No matter what he did he was having a hard time ignoring it as the storm that had been brewing finally decided to drizzle. Forcing him to the entrance faster in fear of being soaked. As he crosses the threshold he spy’s a suspicious amount of tennagers all cluttered around the tables that take up the library’s open space. One of the schools must be doing a big project or something. Danny is nowhere to be seen amongst the hoards of students. He sends a wave to babs who seem Stuck helping groups of teens find books. She shoots him a smile and then gives a nod Towards one of the isles of books. 

  That must be where Danny went. As Jason makes his way through the strangely dimly lit corridor, the static in his head reduces itself to a soft hum in the back of his ears. He sees a small figure in the distance back turned as they gaze off into Gotham's dark stormy sky through a bay window. As he moves forward quietly and slowly, he doesn't realize he's holding his breath until a cool chill shocks him forcing him to take a gasp of air. Before Jason can even blink-

  ~Thunk~

  Something metal crashes in his skull as he fumbles to catch it in his surprised state. Holding the object in his hand, he realizes that it is one of Tim's thermoses. Did? Did the kid just throw a thermos at his head… he slowly trails his gaze back to the window. Ice blue eyes staring into his soul. The boy before him propping himself up on one hand, his other still outstretched like it froze the minute the metal container left his hand. He's panting his whole body shaking like a newborn foul.  Princkling cold stabs at the back of his neck. The noise in his head screaming mine, scared,  fix, mine. 

  Thunder rolls threw the clouds outside the window framing the boy's shaky state. O̴̙͑ú̸̮r̸̝̈́ś̷̠ ̶͕̍ . The static from the storm corrects. A presser Jason was holding in his chest released as Danny leaned back still shaking but instead of fear, it was with the strain of holding back tears. Jason stepped forward, his hand out reached and Danny leaned in to meet it . A silent conversation passes between the two as they make contact. 

  ᴴᵘʳᵗ, ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ

  Safe,  ours

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ, ᴳᵒⁿᵉ

Safe, same , here

They said nothing yet everything as Jason continued forward his body meeting Danny's at the seat to the bay window as he pulled the boy into a hug. If Jason could he would shield him forever. Something deep inside him sang. This boy was important, this boy was home, this boy was meant to be safe. As Danny went slack with exhaustion, Jay loosened his grip, sliding off his jacket and draping it over the child's shoulders. Pulling the kid into his chest as he joins him on the soft surface, gently guiding his head to rest in his chest. 

  Tears trickled down Danny's face as he tugged on Jay's shirt. “ I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry.” the boy mumbles softly and Jasons knows it's not just about the thermos that he threw at him. It is deeper, a sorrow that Jason feels with every fiber of his being as Danny's hand easily finds the spot on his head where the crowbar hit him, to the center if his autopsy is scar, even without being able to see it. He feels seen, an apology so sincere ,as Jason rubs his hands along Danny back doing his best to get the boy to sleep. 

  “Me to kid, me to.” Jason finally manages to choke out as the kids' eyes flutter shut. Jason takes his other hand as wipes away his cold tears from the boy's cheeks. The rain pattering against the window pain. Jason welcomes the sound like an old friend. 

  After all the rain had been the first thing to greet him as he clawed his way out of the dirt. When his lungs were full of soil and he couldn't even scream, it had been the rain that came to welcome him. 

  Jason's eyes finally felt heavy danny's bone deep 

exhaustion becoming contagious, for the first time since he clawed his way out his grave His head is quiet. He goes to close Danny's abandoned book. A white flower adorns the page. 

  White Chrysanthemums

        These flowers are often left at graves as a sign of grief and lamentation……

  His eyes trail the first few lines and he shuts the book. A deep Sigh escaped his chest. With the rain, his new nephew and the newfound silence, for the first time he truly rests. 

  —-------------------------------------------------------------------------

Clark hovered in front of Lois’s door unsure of how to break the current situation to Jon. He already called Lois the other night telling her to keep the boy home from school and he had been pretty bummed. He always looks forward to his classes with Damian now that they both went to Gotham Academy. But how does he explain this? Even he doesn't have all the details. Kon already shut down according to ma locking himself in his room, culled up under his covers. He doesn't want to freak out jon too, but he needs to make sure he doesn't go sneaking off. 

  Lois flings the door open eyeing Clark with a disappointment look, “ please don't tell me buces is 

Brooding is contagious. Is not a very fitting look for you boy scout.” 

  Clark lets out a strained chuckle. Things may have not worked out between them but she would always be a dear friend to Clark. “Bruce's boys said the same thing, “ he lets out as sighs some of the tension in his shoulder relaxing at the exhale. 

  “Do you wanna come in? Jon said you've been standing here for like 5 minutes.” a slight tinge of worry creeping into her voice. 

  “Yes that would be nice thank you,” Clark crosses through the doorway only to be slammed in to by Jon. He pulls him in to a big hug but he can hear the boy's heart quiver with worry. “Why hello there, it's good to see you too baby.” Clark chuckles as he rubs the boys hair playfully. 

  “Dad! Why can't we go to Gotham? I was supposed to have a sleepover this weekend with dami.And what about school?” Jon pulled back, pouting slightly. 

  “Well I have good news about that, but I umm…” Clark rubs at the back of his neck, “I also have some bad news, I think we should sit for this.” 

  Lois guided the two to her living room, Jon clinging to Clark's trousers with anxiety. As they walked around the well-loved sofa to take a seat. 

  “ What's going on Clark,” Lois finally breaks the silence that had fallen upon the room, her interviewing gaze forced upon Clark. He hated being on the receiving end of that glare, it's pointed and demanding despite its polite appearance. 

  “Well let's start with the bad news,” clack leaned forward lacing his hands together, “ we think we found another clone.” 

  Lois flinched, “ ok that's bad news but I don't see how that bars you from going to Gotham, shouldn't you be there to help handle it?” 

  “No because it's not just a clone,” he glances at his little boy knowing that if he kicked him out he would only listen in, “ we believe he was used to test and exploit Kryptonian weakness. He also has a different power build then me, Jon or conner.He.... was left abound in an alley, there was a lot of blood, and a note, but no body. We have no idea where he came from.” 

  “Why do you think he was being tested on? Did he say so?” 

  “He’s… shoot Lois… he’s covered in scars from head to toe, he thinks you play tag with guns,  and they…”

  “They what Clark?”

  “They vivisected him, and put a piece of that damn green rock inside of him. It’s in his bloodstream,when he bleeds it contains green flecks. We can’t even get him properly tested because he’s terrified.” Clark squeezed his hands together, his knuckles going white, “ and on top of all that they kept him a child, he didn’t get aged up like Conner did.”

  “How..how old is he?” A new voice called from the entryway to the kitchen. It was Kon, shock in his tear stained face and his fist shook at his sides. 

  “Oh my baby boy”, Clark called, stretching his arms out for Conner to join him. 

  Conner did not come closer.

  “How. old. is. he. dad.” 

  “Six at most, but he's small,so very small.” Clark gestures about Danny’s height. 

  Tears once again fall down Conner's cheeks he collapses forward into Clark’s arms. He lets him sit there and sob as he brings his hands up to hold him. 

  “But dad, you said there was good news?” Jon tugs at his shirt, his voice begging for a twinge of hope. 

  “Good news is, he bounded with Dick so he is in the care of the bats.” Lois made a sound of agreement, the gears in her head clearly turning. “ and he and Dick are coming to the farm this weekend, I'm sure if I ask Damian can come along.” 

  Jon gave Clark a weak smile clearly still worried but doing his best to look on the bright side. 

  “Does he have a name?” Lois asked,” leaning back in her chair, hand on her chin. 

  “Danny, his name is Danny.” 

  “Yhea well when we find the fuckers who did this to Danny… they're gonna have hell to pay.” Kon muttered in to his chest. 

  And for all Clarck was a Boy Scout, he couldn’t help but agree. 

  ————————————————————————

Tim sat at his desk in his office, his head in his hands. He can’t focus. He had even more blood to test when he got back to the cave, Duke swung by the crime scene to do some ground work. 

  His prognosis, little sign of struggle, little actual blood, the rain having rinsed most of it, and one way out. No other massive clues. Even his ghost vision had picked up very little, only being able to as far back as when dick found Danny. 

  If only they had known sooner, if only it never went this far. If only there were just a little bit faster. 

  But that was Tim’s life wasn’t it, it’s never enough. Something always slips through the cracks. 

—————————————————————————

Dick was tense the whole time on the way to the library, the commissioners following behind him in his own car at least.  

  Dick wasn’t worried about Barbora. He knew that all of the bats could keep the story straight. His worries were with Danny himself. The boy had a habit of just blurting things out, thinking it was a totally normal thing to say. 

  Which dick knows isn’t necessarily Danny’s fault, but he’s gonna make keeping the cover story harder if he says things that contradict it. He just kinda prays that he’s asleep in hopes any words he might say can be written off as dream grumble. 

  When he makes his way up the library steps, Gordon joins him. Barbara is there to meet them at the door with a small smile. Dick looks around, scanning for any sign of Danny. none

  “Ah, babs where…” 

  “ don’t get your panties in a twist, mama hen. He's just asleep.” Babs siad , chuckling at his expense,  the commissioner gave the pair a soft smile.

  “Then where is he, I can go get him?” 

  “Don't worry jay is bringing him,” babs said with a slightly pointed look telling dick not to panic.  Which meant Danny was fine.

  “ Shhhhh,” his brother chimed in as he strolled over carrying Danny's bag as he carried his jacket draped over his chest. It takes dick seeing the mess of Dannys once combed hair for him to relax. 

  Jay stood in the doorway removing his jacket with his free hand after handing dick the kids bag. 

  It was only after the jacket was removed did the commissioner really understand what dick meant by small. The jacket that Jason had wrapped around the boy was a short cut, the kind that rested above the hips and it had been able to hide the child’s full form as he laid boneless in his arms. His features were sunken, and his skin was pale. If Gordon didn’t know any better, if he couldn’t see the boy taking shallow breaths. He might have mistaken him for dead. 

  He watched as the two men awkwardly figured out how to pass the child off without waking him. But when his head was lifted gently off Jason’s chest the boy sprung to life  jerking and swinging at the air. 

  “No no please no more stop!” The boy yelled in a panick.

  “Danny it ok it me buddy it me,” dick called keeping his voice low. Danny flung himself back forcing Jason to shift his weight to keep his grip.  Danny took a wide swing clocking Jason square in the nose. 

  “Star light it’s papa,” he siad holding his soft tone. Sliding his hand acros the boys back as he took the still flailing boy in to his arms. “Shh. Shh. Shh.” Dick repeated as he he placed the boys head in his chest. The child clinging to his shirt like if he let go he would surely sink into the darkest depths. 

  Danny relaxed, but still clung to dick. Light tears running down his cheeks. “I'm sorry.” the boy mumbled before finally drifting back off. The little energy he gained was lost in the out bust. It was only then the trio of adults realized that Jason’s nose was bleeding. 

  “Oh shoot ja-“ Jason stuck one of his hand out cutting off dick. 

  “I’m fine he didn't break it ,it’s just a nosebleed” Jason said cupping his face as the blood started to dip through his fingers. “ Barbra do you have like.. I don’t know tissues?”

  “Yes come on Jason,” the pair headed inside to tend to Jason's nose leaving dick and the commissioner on the steps to the library. 

  “ I’m approving you for some paternal leave.” Gordon said after the pair had left. 

  “Waite what… But what about- I already missed so much work this year. I can't.l” Dick fumbled on his words, he had to stay at work. He was so close to outing some of the cops involved in a smuggling ring he just needed more time. 

  “ Grayson, you're a great cop and one day you'll make an even better detective, but right now that is not what you need to be.” He places a hand on his shoulder, “We need more officers like you no doubt but, Gotham has plenty of heroes and right now Danny needs you to be his.” He looks dick in his eyes, his gaze soft at the edges, “do you think you can do that, not for me, not for you, do it for him.”  he pats Danny on the shoulder frowning at how he jerks away from the light touch. 

“Yeah I hope I can” dick swallows a growing lump in his throat. “ Yhea for him I think I can try.” Dick wasn't a hero, he would never call himself that but for this kid his kid, he would try .

Next chapter ,Chapter 9: Already to late, In which the computer finally gives some results back and it not what they where hoping for. Now having a clear view of Dannys DNA what conclusions will they draw and how will Danny fair being out side of Gothams influence. How will Kon handle having to finally intact with Danny. How will ma and pa react upon learning of Dannys supposed origins. All of this next time on "oh god these chapters are just gonna keep being longer."

Even if this fic has some slight long hiatus it is being worked on, in fact the plot is planed all they way out to about 12-14 chapters, after that we see where the wind takes us. That being said this fic will begin to ramp up a bit, to this readers who are uncomfortable with heavy themes of child abuse, death, descriptions of corpses, and depictions off self harm I recommend you come around once this arc we are entering meets its end. There will still be happy moments and family bounding, but this is a story of death and grieving. I understand that some reader discretion is advised.

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She takes a breath, “Was Jason someone you’d normally be interested in?” “Yeah.” Scully is silent for a moment. “Did you–��� he glances over at her, “Did you not know I’m bisexual?”

read the finale of heartbeats on ao3, or below the cut!

Thankfully, the Bureau allows them to fly out directly from Las Vegas. The flight is smooth, and they touch down in DCA that evening. It had been Mulder’s turn to drive them to the airport, so they fetch his car out of long term parking and head towards Georgetown to drop Scully off. They chat idly until they’re a couple blocks from Scully’s apartment. 

“Mulder,” she says, “The rest of the victims said that their attackers were their type, that they were actually attracted to them. Was that guy–”

“Jason.”

She takes a breath, “Was Jason someone you’d normally be interested in?”

“Yeah.”

Scully is silent for a moment.

“Did you–” he glances over at her, “Did you not know I’m bisexual?”

Scully blinks repeatedly. “Um. No.”

“Oh. Well, uh,” he removes his hands from the wheel to do jazz hands and forces a small laugh, “Happy coming out to me, I guess.”

For a moment, Scully just stares at his profile, at how the passing streetlights dance across his face in a rhythmic fashion as they weave through the tight streets of Georgetown. It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful.

Mulder clears his throat and speaks. “You don’t… have an issue with that, do you Scully?”

Scully’s voice has tied itself in a knot at the back of her throat. At the very least she manages a “No.” She wants to say more, wants to tell him about her own experiences, but she can’t manage to get it out.

“Are you sure? You’re acting kind of–”

“I am too,” she blurts, her mouth finally managing to form some actual words.

“Oh.” Mulder’s voice is laced with genuine surprise, a tone she doesn’t usually elicit from him.

Scully takes in a ragged, uneven breath. “I– I’ve never told someone about it before.”

“Oh,” this time, softer, “Thank you for telling me, Scully.”

“I’m not doing the jazz hands.” She does a poor job of breaking the tension, but Mulder gives her a laugh anyway.

“You really didn't know? About me, that is.” He asks.

“No, how should I have?”

“Well, I kind of thought it was an open secret. And you’ve seen me interact with the Gunmen, they flirt with me as much as they do with each other, and vice versa.”

“They– what?”

“You’ve— Jeez, Scully you’ve never noticed that either? Next you’re going to be telling me you didn’t know they were dating.” Scully is oddly silent. Mulder breaks his eyes away from the road to look at her with raised eyebrows. “ Seriously ?”

“Which ones?”

“All of them! All three of them! They’ve been together since ‘91!”

“Oh. No, I didn’t know. Is there anyone else we know in a relationship I’m unaware of?”

Mulder takes a deep breath, and speaks entirely deadpan, “Well, I should probably tell you about my sordid affair with your brother.”

“Yeah, Mulder? You and Charlie?”

“No, don’t be silly. Me and Bill .”

Scully laughs, and laughs, and laughs.

“What, I’m not good enough to boink a Scully?”

That makes her actually snort. Oh buddy, if only you knew . “Please never, ever use the word boink again.”

“Noted,” Mulder laughs as he pulls into a conveniently located parking spot in front of Scully’s building. 

Scully’s eyes are soft when they land on him. “Are you going to be okay tonight, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Scully, I’ll be fine.” He waves his hand dismissively, “I mean, I don’t love the fact that I’ll have to walk around for who knows how long with the last person I kissed having been on a dare like I’m in middle school again, but I’ll be okay.”

He turns to Scully and they lock eyes. She considers him for a moment and lets an idea roll over in her mind. Her eyes fall to his lips.

Fuck it.

“I’m going to kiss you. If you don’t want me to, you better tell me now.” 

Mulder sucks in a surprised breath before letting out a shaky “Alright.” Scully brushes her palm across his cheek to pull him in, and presses her lips to his.

The kiss is so light it’s barely there. The very tips of their lips brush, chaste, but it fills her body with a buzzing sensation, like every one of her cells has been electrified. 

She wants so badly to lean in closer, kiss him harder, deeper, to press into his skin, to climb into his lap, shit, everything . She’d let him fuck her right here. 

But she can’t.

Scully pulls away from her partner after just a moment, putting a couple inches between them. She can’t have it. She can’t let the dynamic change, can’t risk entering a relationship that endangers her job, his mission. More importantly, she can’t risk the rejection. A kiss is a kiss, especially one as feather-light as that one, and people do it meaninglessly every day. The potential of anything more goes hand in hand with the potential of him not wanting that and messing with the dynamic, or, worse, to her losing him entirely. She couldn’t bear it. Their friendship and partnership have to come first. 

She removes her hand from his cheek and pats him on the shoulder casually, as if she hadn’t just crossed the line in the sand. “There you go, Mulder.” she hopes her voice doesn’t sound as fucking wrecked to Mulder’s ears as it does to her own. “Now the last person you kissed isn’t a freaky sex gambler.”

“Uh-huh.” Mulder’s eyes are wide, his voice starstruck. “Thanks,” he adds absently. 

She shifts back into her own seat and grabs her things. “Goodnight, Mulder.”

“‘Night, Scully.”

She closes the car door behind her, and as she walks up into her building. She can feel his gaze on her back as she walks up to her building, but doesn’t turn to meet it. The image of his wide eyes, full of something she can’t name, is burned into her retinas as she makes her way into her apartment. 

When she peeks through the blinds, his car is still there on the street.

***

Two hours later, the two agents find themselves in very similar positions, with Scully curled up in her bed and Mulder on his couch. They go through the same waves of missing each other, of longing for the other’s touch, across the ten miles between their apartments. The chill of the emptiness next to them. The hollow silence, which should be filled with another heartbeat.

Mulder makes it two hours before calling Scully. He should be more concerned about waking her, but she hasn’t held it against him thus far. He dials the phone. 

As it rings, he reflects on their time in his car that evening. The awkward coming out, her concern for him, the kiss. 

Damn, the kiss.

It had barely even happened. Mulder’s not entirely convinced he didn’t make it up. Her lips were so light on his, but it left him lightheaded and swaying on the way home. He needed to wait in his car for nearly half an hour before he was present enough in his body to drive home. 

She kissed him. She kissed him.

Mulder will hold the memory close to his chest forever. He doubts he’ll get the chance to kiss her again, doubts he would ever let him, so he’ll take the sense memory – the smell of Scully’s faded honeysuckle perfume and her soft palm against his cheek – and weave it between his ribs so he could keep it close to his heart, tuck it in with his–

“Mulder?” A voice comes through the tinny speaker of his phone, breaking him from his reminiscing. 

“Hey, Scully,” he says, “Did I wake you?”

“No. No, I haven’t, uh, I haven’t been able to sleep.”

“Me neither. It’s… I don’t know, too quiet or something? I guess I got used to Vegas pretty quickly.”

“The streets of Alexandria aren’t as exciting at night?”

“Not quite.” He smiles into the phone. “Hey Scully?”

“Yes, Mulder?”

“If I can’t sleep, and you can’t sleep, can I…”

“Come over?” she requests quietly, her tone almost grateful, as if she hadn’t wanted to be the first one to bring the idea up.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.” It comes out like a sigh of relief.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

A mere 15 minutes later, Mulder raps his knuckles lightly against her door, not wanting to disturb her neighbors. It swings open almost immediately, revealing a robe-clad Scully with her hair tied back. She ushers him into the apartment with no greeting. 

He follows her to the couch, and they take their places a couple feet apart in front of the tv playing a nondescript medical drama. 

“Something specific keeping you up?” Mulder asks, breaking the silence.

She shakes her head, “No. It’s just… one of those nights.”

“I know the feeling. I have a lot of those nights.”

The medical drama fills their lull.

“How accurate are these things?”

“Medically? Not at all. Regarding interpersonal drama…” She makes a so-so gesture, wiggling a flat palm back and forth. 

“Really? Did you have interpersonal drama when you worked in a hospital setting, Dr. Scully?”

She stiffens a little, and scoffs in an attempt to cover it. “You’re going to have to get me pretty drunk if you want me to tell you about my med school sexcapades, Mulder.”

“Sexcapades? I’ll put it on my to-do list.”

Scully shakes her head looking down at the clasped palms in her lap. The right one is laid over the left, hiding the wedding ring she had slipped onto her finger almost as soon as she walked in the door, but forgotten to remove before Mulder had arrived. She doesn’t think he’s noticed it yet. 

He has. He’s just too tired to bring it up, and figures it’s a conversation for when they’re both better rested. 

That’s the same reason he hasn’t asked her why she kissed him in the car. If it had felt as… jeez, felt as magical for her as it had for him. If it had meant as much. 

Mulder breaks his eyes away from the neutral territory of the tv to look over at his partner. A travel day’s worth of puffiness lines the skin under her eyes. He’s used to seeing her this late at night, usually on cases and stakeouts; he’s not used to seeing her this tired this late at night. 

“Is there anything I can do to help you sleep?”

Scully’s eyes flit to his for a moment, but settle on her hands, shy. “No, it’s okay Mulder, I wouldn’t want to put you out.”

He snakes an arm across the back of the couch, fingers brushing the back of her neck. Her eyes flutter closed. “C’mon Scully, lay it on me. What can I do to help?” 

Scully catches the sigh before it leaves her throat, but just barely. She leans her head back into Mulder’s hand, his fingers tangling in the loose bits of hair that are too short to be captured by her bun. Practically reading her mind, Mulder runs his hands through it. When she speaks, she can’t hold back the sigh, “ That. ”

“That’s nothing.” 

When Scully opens her eyes to look at him, he pats his thigh. As she shuffles down to put her head in Mulder’s lap, his nails scrape up through her hair into the bun, and remove her hair tie. He snaps it wordlessly onto his wrist, right next to the one she used to propose to him mere months ago, and continues his ministrations, twirling and scratching and petting her slightly tangled copper locks. 

Scully does not squeak. Really, she would call it more of a dignified sound of contentment. Not a squeak. She certainly does not press further into the soft cotton of Mulder’s sweatpants. 

Absently, she speaks. “I haven’t had someone do this since…” she trails off, trying to think back to the last time someone other than her hairstylist had put their hands in her hair. “Shit, since Ethan, I think.”

“Ethan?” Mulder inquires, curious.

“Guy I was dating when I first got assigned to you. It didn’t last long, he didn’t like all the travel. Didn’t understand how important it is to me.” She pauses for a moment, considering whether or not she should disclose the next piece of information. “I’ve only ever had boyfriends do this.”

“Well you’ve upgraded, Scully. Now you’ve got a husband doing it.”

She hums sleepily, “Thanks, Mulder.”

“Of course. Anything.” It comes out like both a promise and a confession. He means it; she could tell him to jump and he would just ask how high. He would bury a body for her. He would give, and give, and give. Running his hands through her hair doesn’t even register as a favor. If anything, being this close to her and being allowed to touch her like this, so intimately, it’s a selfish act. He would beg on his knees for her to let him do this, to let him care for her like a boyfriend, like another kind of partner. Like he yearns to. 

Scully smiles into his thigh, perfectly content, and closes her eyes. She’s asleep within a couple minutes, and when Mulder notices her breath evening out, he lays his head on the back of the couch. His pinkie settles gently onto her pulse point, counting the steady thadump thadump thadump of her heart, and he follows her to sleep.

<- previous chapter

#fall into place series #LTW: heartbeats #LTWrites #fics #the x files #.txt

[zazzander]

i saw a joke post of "if hera did the demigod swap on another pair of demigods camp halfblood would send octavian back" and i went "that would not fucking happen" but lacked the knowledge and proper depth to elaborate. your octavian character analysis was incredibly in depth, analyzing every single moment and dissecting his character in a way that shows a clearer grasp of the character and who he is more than the supposed pieces given but never expanded. the fic has shed a new light on a character and explained exactly why i liked him so much in son of neptune.

so therefore i propose a question for you: if hera actually did swap octavian into camp halfblood without any of his memories with another greek demigod into camp jupiter (nico, rachel, etc), what do you think would happen?

apologies for any inconvenience! your take was exactly the thing i was looking for, and im so thankful that ive found others who share the same love of octavian. have a good day/night!

Thank you for the ask! This answer is potentially very simple or very complicated.

To begin with, the issues with Octavian being part of the switch:

Firstly, Hera would never. While she's isn’t openly against Octavian, I get the impression she didn't want him to interfere at all. Possibly because he'd tell her all the ways her interpretation of the prophecy are wrong (lol).

Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, Octavian is a legacy and Camp Half-Blood is only for half-bloods (it's in the name!). Octavian would likely struggle to enter the camp to begin with.

So the short answer would be... they'd just be very confused by Octavian and likely treat him as a clear-sighted mortal. They wouldn't kick him out so much as just like... not let him in?

But that's a boring answer.

The More Complicated Answer

In this scenario, the switch would probably be led by Apollo and, yeah, Rachel would be the other side of the switch. With Rachel missing, the Greeks are more likely to see Octavian as her replacement, but it still might be awkward.

Also, Octavian’s “team” would have to be different, primarily because Octavian isn’t a great fighter – Octavian effectively replaces Piper in terms of abilities. So they’d need some muscle for any quests.

When the Greeks realise that Octavian can see the future, they will likely make the connection between him and the missing Rachel. The gift of prophecy is rare. So at the point they realise Octavian can see the future, I don't think they'd drive him out without just cause. After all, prophecies are how quests begin – without their Oracle, Octavian is their only alternative. They are definitely not going to let him go easily!

Like Jason, with his memories gone Octavian wouldn't have the prejudices nor the knowledge of history and legend that Canon!Octavian does. He wouldn’t view the Greeks as his enemies.

At the same time, I don't see Octavian taking the loss of his memories in his stride in the same way Jason does. Octavian is the opposite of chill. So I think a great deal of panicking and yelling ought to be expected.

However, we also know that Octavian has a dream: becoming a hero. This isn’t something seers usually get to be, they just help the heroes on their journey. So I think Octavian could quickly become very motivated to achieve whatever quest Apollo gives him. And a determined Octavian is a forced to be reckoned with!

One thing I can see happening is that the Greeks not being all that keen for their maybe-Oracle-who-is-definitely-a-mortal wanting to go on a dangerous quest. And even without his memories, Octavian would take exception to that. Unlike Jason, Octavian doesn’t care about breaking the rules. I don’t see him waiting around very long once he’s foreseen what he needs to do.

Basically, Octavian would sway his new buddies to come on a technically-sanctioned-quest-because-I’m-the-seer-and-I-say-it-is quest. While the Romans would hate this, I think the Greeks would be more inclined to let it slide.

In summary, while it would take a bit for Octavian to settle in, I think Octavian would be a lot quicker to fully enculturate to Camp Half-Blood. A lot of his personality fits better with the Greek side than the Roman – there’s a less of a demand from the Greeks that everyone be a warrior, for example.

I once joked about how, if Octavian had been switched, he’d never want to go back to the Romans – and that’s kind of true. The Greeks respect prophecies and those who provide them. Whereas the Romans never respect Octavian. They assume that they’re going to be perfectly fine with or without him. I don’t see them looking for him at all. They’d just mark him as a deserter and washing their hands of him.

Octavian really just wants people to like him, honestly. And while he’s definitely prickly on the outside, so are a lot of Greeks (see: Clarisse and Michael Yew). I think they’d respect him, even like him, a lot more than the Romans do.

That all being said, Octavian has a strong sense of loyalty to Rome. His loyalty doesn’t falter even when those he’s loyal to stop caring about him. Even if the Romans hate him, he will try to save them. So it’s not like he’d ignore the peace mission. But also don’t see him getting his memories back changing his opinion of Greek demigods.

If Octavian would be able to actually sway the Romans on his return is the real question. Furthermore, the reunion would then lead to the tricky scenario with Rachel returning to the Greeks, and Octavian being left in the lurch. The Romans probably don’t want him back – but now he’s not useful to the Greeks.

I could see his character arc being about him becoming more than an augur, where he develops his other skills and becomes a strong fighter. And eventually getting his wish of being a hero.

TLDR:

That joke post was half-right, but not for the reasons they were probably thinking. Still, if the hurdle of Octavian being a legacy and not a half-blood were overcome, then I don't see Octavian ever leaving the Greeks' side.

Once again, thanks for the ask and thank you for reading my blogs & stuff!

#octavian hoo #octavian pjo #octavian analysis #octavian headcanon

[staceymcgillicuddy]

73 for the writing meme 👀

This one got dirtier than I expected so ur welcome I guess! Mwah!

“Stop being a fucking prick, Munson.” 

“Oh, Andrew,” Eddie says, left foot tapping against the floor by Chrissy’s knee. “I have not yet begun to prick.” 

Chrissy covers her mouth to stifle a giggle, then drops her other hand to Eddie’s crotch, where he’s one hundred percent hard, and she was one hundred percent about to blow him before Andy walked in to interrupt his prep session for the Hellfire Club thingamajigger that’s happening after school.

And, okay, the whole blow job thing wasn’t Chrissy’s intention when she strolled in and sat on his lap and told him she was bored and didn’t want to go to study hall, but as with most things to do with Eddie, their conversation had turned into a series of escalating bets that ended with her under the table, biting the inside of his thigh just because.

So, yeah, Eddie’s a pretty fun boyfriend. A brand new boyfriend. A Metallica-loving action figure she can pose and play with, who likes biting and kissing and getting his hand up her skirt and being really loud when he comes. (Hence the bet…)

Only, her old boyfriend hasn’t quite come to terms with the fact that Chrissy’s done playing with him. He has been cleaned, repackaged, and donated to Goodwill, where she’s sure he’ll make some other girl very happy with his sweet kisses, good manners, and wholesome values. 

Chrissy is not sweet, good, or wholesome. Eddie knows this. It’s just a pity that Jason is taking so long to catch up to the reality in which he has been dumped. 

“Where is she?” Andy presses. 

Chrissy rolls her eyes and takes hold of Eddie’s zipper, dragging it down interminably slowly, protected from the world by the heavy black cloth he insists on draping over what would otherwise be an extremely ordinary table. 

Eddie twitches and presses his foot into her thigh. Chrissy squeezes his dick. Que sera sera. 

“I don’t know, man,” Eddie says. “Unlike your buddy, I don’t need to put a tracking collar on my girlfriend.” 

“She’s not your girlfriend,” Andy snaps, just as Chrissy gets her hand inside Eddie’s blue-checked boxers. 

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie says, and the table shakes above her, presumably because he hit it. Closed fist, probably. Excellent. She’s winning. “Go tell her that, then.” 

“I would if I could find her!” 

“Love that Carver sends you to do his dirty work, man. I—” Eddie stops abruptly. Chrissy sits back on her heels and licks her lips. Works like a charm every time. “Uh. Sorry, what?” 

“What?” 

“Did you say something?” 

“No…” Andy sounds confused, but then, Andy usually does. “Are you higher than usual, Munson?” 

“Something like that.” Eddie’s fingers snake beneath the table, palm pressing against Chrissy’s forehead before she can lean in for another taste. “Can you get the fuck out of here, please? I’m busy.” 

“Whatever. If you see Chris, can you tell her Jason wants to talk?” 

“Absolutely not. Fuck off.” 

“Prick,” Andy mutters again, though his footsteps retreat, and Chrissy hears the backstage door swing shut a few seconds later. 

“Shitting shit, Cunningham,” Eddie says, pulling up the tablecloth and scooting back so he can look down at her. “You’re nuts.” 

“Yes, and?” 

“The sheepies are gonna be here in like half an hour.” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“And Gareth comes early to help me set up.” 

“Obviously, Eddie,” she says, then licks her lips. “Besides, I have practice.” 

Other prompts from this meme!

#bsc diaries #cunninghamchrissie #fanfic #one day i will write a full chrissy the sex starved freak thing #but today is simply a taste #prompt meme

[benbamboozled]

I think Jason should also adopt kids or atleast be a mentor figure cause what's a better to say "fuck you Bruce" than be a better dad/big brother than Bruce will ever be? Au where Jason becomes incharge of a little league. Au where he was Damien's babysitter except Damien imprinted on him and now follows him everywhere. Au where during his crime boss era he ended up making a safe space for street kids except few of the orphans are trying vigilantism so now he has to corral them away from that cause they keep beating up his henchman and shit he's a dad now :/. Au where he never dies but is kinda getting sick of Bruce's shit and one day he realises that this one kid with camera is like everywhere and oh shit the kid figured out all their identities, well guess that cant be helped huh? Hey kid wanna try being a vigilante, i was planning to start on my own and a sidekick wont hurt. (Jason was initially planning to just keep the kid busy and out of trouble, he was not prepared for the insane human disaester that was Tim Drake). Camp counsellor Jason

Okay first of all 1) I approve of all of these, and 2) Jason DID teach a group of meta kids slash world dominators in an arc of Red Hood: Outlaw! It was when Lex Luthor had a supervillain school for…some reason. (Maybe a law that all bald comic characters need a super-school at least once.)

ANYWAY, it was cute and he was good at it! I can’t really strictly recommend anything Lobdell for many, MANY reasons, but I did enjoy Supervillain-Teacher!Jay!

AND this ask actually sparks on something I was thinking about recently when it comes to the Batfam—it bugs me that they’re not allowed to have kids.

And I don’t even necessarily mean “biological children” (although note Wally and Roy and Donna were “allowed” to be parents—on some level at least), but they’re not allowed to have their own Robins. (Using Robin as a stand-in for “youth partner” because sidekick isn’t reeeally the right term.)

The closest we’ve gotten is 1) Dickbats and Damian, and 2) Barbara and Cass (although Cass was already an adult when she took up Batgirl, but she still was a daughter-figure to Barbara).

I feel like there’s two things going on here.

1) There’s a hesitance to give second-gen capes “sidekicks”/Robins UNLESS they have inherited a first-gen mantle. Dickbats can have a kid-hero buddy because he is BATMAN. Nightwing, otoh, cannot have a kid-hero buddy.

2) Batbooks being what’s keeping the lights on at DC means that they’re very afraid of shaking up the status quo too much. Which means that none of the “main” kids can grow up toooo much. Which means that none of them are “allowed” to be parental or even slightly parental figures.

(Honestly, I consider the kiboshing of a potential Jason/Bao team-up to be a symptom of this. We got a Gotham kid who has beef with the Joker, who kills people, who got into it with Batman about killing people? We have an issue out that shows him meeting up with the other Gotham guy who has beef with the Joker, who kills people who got into it with Batman about killing people?

NOPE WAIT SWERVE let’s stick the first kid with this other guy who just showed up! THAT makes sense!)

(Okay that sounds really salty and honestly I love Khoa, but I just dislike that particular development and ALSO KHOA MADE BAO GET RID OF BAT-BAT, JASON WOULD NEVER.)

ANYWAY, to speak to the heart of this ask, yes, give Jason all the kids, 500 kids, I support the Red Hoods Little League Team and here is their pennant.

#ask answered #Jason Todd #Red Hood #added some meta about Batman and DC comics in general. #Jason’s parental motto would be: what would Bruce do? #and then he doesn’t do that—assuming (correctly) that there is a better option 95% of the time

[angel-gidget]

Strict Upbringings 4 Batkids

In reference to this poll by @whore4batfam

... hmm. Now I'm wondering what even IS my definition of strict? I voted for Dick has having to deal with Bruce at his strictest, though I would agree that Steph got the most callous treatment.

 I think "strict" is a term I associate with ongoing relationships, and I feel like Bruce and Steph's time working together was too short to quiiiiiite properly qualify.

I guess I also think of "strict" as a combo of things. Mostly that there are heavy consequences for failing to follow rules. Also, that there are enough rules that a good deal of self-control is needed to follow them.

Obviously, by this definition, Bruce is strict with all his kids.

I guess I voted Dick due to their relationship in Dick's later teen years. It's true there weren't many rules in the beginning, bc Bruce is 100% winging the guardian thing. But by the time Dick is 18, they are butting heads so badly over every life decision that Dick makes that... yeah. I think your teenager abruptly leaving you for a cluster of buddies in NYC is a sign you might be too strict.

Wheras, when Jason comes along, there are more rules at the start. Bc kids do need SOME rules, and Bruce is experienced enough to know that now. But he doesn't spend all night screaming at Jason if he makes a mistake.

I think he's quite strict with Tim as a reaction to losing Jason, but... it's kind of canceled out. Bc Tim's pre-existing issues as a neglected kid make it an almost welcomed form of attention. Strictness Analysis is further complicated by the fact their relationship starts professional and grows familial over time.

I don't feel like it every got to the familial stage with Steph. Is getting fired after making one mistake the actions of a very strict boss? Yes. But... I don't think Bruce loved Steph enough to get Family Levels of Strict with her. If he had, she would have experienced so much MORE strictness. The strictness of weekly arguments over multiple dangerous decisions. The strictness of a year of training filled with rule after rule before ever hitting the streets. The strictness that pushes to create self control, instead of just criticizing the lack of it.

 I don't think Steph experienced that until she started training under Babs.

Cass would be another Mitigating Circumstances case. Her ability to read Bruce’s care for her even as he’s giving her an order she doesn’t like definitely softens the edges of his strictness with her. That’s not even getting into the contrast to the abuse she came from.

As for Damian... you can argue that Bruce was strict with him, but again we have mitigating circumstances. He wasn't that strict compared to where Damian came from. (I am not gonna spend a long time distinguishing between abuse and strictness. Strictness doesn't have to be bad, but it can be a part of abuse. And abuse is possible without strictness, but they often overlap in a venn diagram.)

I am not well-read in nu52/rebirth, so I'm not qualified to make an argument for Duke. But if the lad is operating in daylight hours, while Bruce works at night, I would guess that shows a lot of trust from the start. Thus, I would assume that Bruce doesn't feel the need to be very strict with Duke.

I don’t doubt this will look pointlessly ramble-y in the morning, but I definitely could not fit this all in the tags of my poll reblog. :p

#batfam #steph brown #dick grayson #gidgeblog #polls

[socoolinmypajamas]

If Peleus (Achilles' dad) became a servant, he would be quite loved by every single greek hero and heroine.

>Chiron: Great friends. Chiron saved his life when they met and later teach his kid.

>Heracles, Dioscuri, Asclepius, Caenus: Fellow Argonauts, probably have fond memories of the guy.

>Jason and Medea: I'm guessing they will be very grateful for the whole "making the only kid who survived their marriage become king of Iolcus" thing.

>Atalante/Nyalter: She kicked Peleus' ass SO hard he bragged about it non-stop to his son to the point where he consider her a childhood hero so... Yeah, they on good terms.

>Astraea: Wrestling (affectionate)

>Circe: Wrestling (horny)

>Hektor: All the good endings Andromache, his wife, had in the myths, are thanks to Peleus. (Even is said ending is marrying Helenus, one of Hektor's siblings, but I'll explain that in a moment)

>Paris (and Apollo): Ok, this one has A LOT to unpack. Yeah, Paris and Apollo killed his son (and in some myths Apollo also killed his grandchild, Achilles' son Neoptolemus, but he was kind of a dipshit so who cares) BUT Peleus, if memory serves me right, was very kind with Helenus (one of Hektor and Paris' siblings who was also the twin brother of Cassandra of Troy, as well as Apollo's lover) who is well known as the oracle who betrayed the troyans which lead to Paris being murder by Philoctetes so... I guess they are even?

>Odysseus: Just guys being dads :)

>Leonidas I, Iskandar/Alexander: Just guys being kings :)

>Orion/Artemis: Orion and Peleus literally never interact before, so I can't see a reason for them to hate each other. Also, they are sort of related? (Orion dating Artemis, who is like... A cousin? to Achilles' mother Themis). Even if Peleus isn't that fond of Apollo, he will probably be in good terms with Artemis because of Atalante.

>Europa: Similar to Orion, also old people bonding over their kids pictures in their wallets.

>Gorgon Sisters: Again, they never interacted, but I can see Stheno taking a like on a guy who likes being kicked by a woman, Euryale being indifferent about him and the Medusas being like "as far as greek heroes go, this one is tolerable."

>Asterios: This would be like, when you put someone very young and someone very old to try to figure out how to use a computer or a smartphone, and they both suck but they have a fun time bonding with each other.

>Penthesilea: *clicks tongue* I'm sure Hektor would be a good reason for them to be in good terms when Penth's berserker status didn't make her prone to try to murder him everytime they met due to how strongly he is related to Achilles.

>Georgios (technically listed as a Greek Servant): Photograph and horses buddies.

#fgo #fate grand order #fate servants #peleus #achilles #greek #fan servant #fate series #i'm not listing all the greek heroes and heroines gtfo out of here

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I remember you saying you disliked ID and particularly how Leon was written. While I'm far less familiar with RE compared to you, I thought I'd ask for you to elaborate and go more in depth as to why you thought Leon specifically was poorly portrayed. I actually enjoyed ID and him. Was it a masterpiece? Well, no. It's a video game CGI film. I first came away thinking it was pretty bad, but I learned to enjoy it for what it was.

I found most characters pretty straight forward about who they are what they wanted to do. Claire needed a LOT more screentime, they fucked her up via laziness imo. Leon was fine. He was very cringe inducing (shudders on behalf of Shen May), but I thought it was a good insight to the chokehold that his duty has on him. How he struggles with making the most ethical choices, guilt and how it impacts his relationships with other people. Did ID do this particularly well? Not exactly, but I looked for it and found it.

I HARD agree that Death Island tops it all though. It had a solid story, a great villain, gave Jill a phenomenal comeback (cough, minus the sexist anti-aging bullshit that all RE women are forced to face), we saw Leon getting his shit wrecked (which I personally found funny as hell) and it was actually FUN to watch. It stuck out to me as a film that anybody, particularly those unfamiliar with the franchise, could easily follow and piece together, which other adaptations didn't do. To me, they only felt like "hey, fans who like these characters will GET it, others won't understand the appeal", but maybe I'm wrong.

Anyways, apologies for the novel length ask, I hope you're kind enough to indulge me, lol. Wishing you a wonderful weekend. (Apologies for grammar mistakes, girl I'm high as shit and just really, really enjoy talking bs with other fans, lmfao! I'm the Mr. X anon.)

I didn't say he was poorly portrayed in Infinite Darkness. I said his voice seemed inconsistent and, as a result, gave me the impression that he was going through wild mood swings at varying points of the show.

One scene that particularly comes to mind is towards the very beginning when Jason is trauma dumping on him, like... Leon is the one who initiates that conversation seemingly out of concern/empathy/genuine curiosity, and his tone starting out is one of like "hey lil buddy what's on ur mind we need to be able to work together on shit if we're gonna survive" and then like

out of nowhere, after Jason's story is over, Leon just like

snaps

for no reason? And starts shouting about how no one gives a shit about Raccoon City?

like

where the fuck did that come from and are you off your meds because you seem a little unbalanced like you might be off your meds

shit literally just comes out of nowhere, almost completely unprovoked, and I have no idea why.

So that's why my takeaway was: I don't feel like ID knew what they wanted Leon to actually be in terms of his placement in his character arc. Is he Mr. Supportive Man of Experience Who's Seen Some Shit? Or is he just full "fuck the police" angry mode? Because putting both not just in the same scene, but in the very same conversation, is just bad dialogue writing.

Like, Leon's character wasn't the problem. There was never a point where I was like "wow, that doesn't sound like him." It all sounded like him, but it sounded like him if you took his lines from the entirety of his character arc and just picked and chose at random which ones he was going to say.

It wasn't the character writing. It was the dialogue writing. Those are two different things. The character was fine. The dialogue was shit.

Infinite Darkness really could've used a first draft.

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Favorite Movie Showcase :7th Voyage of Sinbad

For fantasy month lets revisit one of my favorite fantasy flicks ,by the special effects maestro Ray Harryhausen

In this 1958 film,Sinbad (Kerwin Mathews ) must travbel to the island of Colassa to undo a curse on the Princess Parisa (KAthryn Grant ) while dealing with the scheming Sakura (Torin Thatcher ) ,a magecian obsessed with his lost magic lamp ,as well as various monsters

So this film with a lot I could talk about.How this was one of the first adventure films that embraced the fantastical while other Sinbad films mearly talked about the monsters (Looking at you 1947's Sinbad the Sailor) ,how the film was a passion project for Ray Harryhausen while also being the film that changed his career from monster on the loose sci fi flicks to more romantic whimsical adventure films ,being the start of a trilogy of Sinbad Films .IT's also one of those films that inspired many filmmakers and artists ,and has been passed down a long line of fantasy fans,including myself (My grandparents took my dad to see the Sinbad trilogy on the big screen in the 70's for a special weekend showing ,and when I was a kid my dad got me a boxset of Harryhausen fantasy films ,including this one. This one might be the Harryhausen movie I saw the most ).I think it might be my favorite Harryhausen film ,its always dueling with Jason and the Argonauts and Clash of the Titans for that spot

So Kerwin Matthews plays Sinbad ,and he is the strong jawed no nonesense hero type popular in 50's Hollywood .I think Kerwin Matthews is a very underrated actor and I think he does a really good job selling Harryhausens effects ,when he fights the skeleton it feels like he is really fighting it . I like that Kathryn Grant'sPrincess Parisa actually does stuff,despite being shrunken down for a majority of the movie,she never feels like a damsel in distress and her and Matthews have good chemistry . The stand out of the cast is the always great Torin Thatcher as the evil sorcerer Sakura ,who I like has an uneasy allience with the heroes ,while still scheming and being shady. I also like that he doesnt have the typical evil villain motive! He doesnt want to rule the world,he doesnt want to marry the princess ,he doesnt even have a scheme! He just wants his magic lamp back,and is understandably frustrated that Sinbad keeps telling him no....What makes him a villain a is he has no value for human life ,willing to leave people to die ,actually kill people,curse a princess and even start a war over this obsession.Other notable performances areAlfred Brown as Harufa ,Sinbads loyal buddy who is fun and Richard Eyer as the Genie,who here is a child who wishes to be free

I think the film ,despite not being the biggest budgeted film,has nice production values ,especially the location work in  Granada, Spain.The amazing film score by Bernard Hermann is a personal favorite of mine adding to the feel of adventure and danger

Of course the real stars of the film are Harryhausens monsters ,which are showcased in excellent set pieces ! There is a dancing cobra woman,a two headed bird called a Roc ,a dragon, a dueling skeleton and of course most memorable ,two cyclopse.What I love about Harryhausen is his monsters ,no matter how vicious feel real and you feel sorry for them ,with the Roc being a vengeful mother and the dragon hinted to be akin to an abused guard dog .The first cyclops is practically a character in of himself ,being the main threat of the movie,and with a personality.In terms of favorite scenes I like the brawl between the second cyclops and the dragons ,but the stand out is the duel between Sinbad and a reanimated skeleton ,which is one of my favorite sword duels put on film

OVerall this is a fun fantasy adventure and a personal fave of mine

@ariel-seagull-wings @metropolitan-mutant-of-ark @the-blue-fairie @amalthea9 @angelixgutz @filmcityworld1 @princesssarisa @themousefromfantasyland

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Jason for the ask game :D

@x-andro

first impression

Tragic Backstory sad boy. he needs a hug :(

(in my defense my first exposure to Jason was through out-of-context cutscenes from Arkham Knight when he was being tortured so like. what else was I supposed to think lmao)

impression now

bitch (affectionate). I support Jason Todd rights but I also support Jason Todd wrongs. he commits atrocities and I love him for it

favorite moment

that part in Under The Red Hood when he's about to fire a fucking rocket launcher at Black Mask and he WAVES

idea for a story

oh I have MANY

Star Sapphire!Jason, Jason as a dragon/knight/mercenary, the RWBY au,,,,Thoughts are Full. he's being Rotated like a potato in the microwave

unpopular opinion

I think he shouldn't be on great terms with the batfam. I love batkid shenanigans as much as the next person, but in comics canon I just...think that his relationship with the batfam would be more complicated than a lot of comics make it. sure, he loves his family, but it's very very complicated and he won't always be buddy-buddy with them all and he shouldn't have to

favorite relationship

y'all know I'm a jaykyle stan lmao

but I also really love Jason and Damian being good siblings. they'd commit atrocities together. also Jason and Duke ❤

favorite headcanon

he plays the drumset. he learned from street performers and he has a natural sense of rhythm. he's an incredible drummer and you will have to pry this headcanon from my cold, dead hands

ask game

#jason todd #asks #rye 🍞 #mads 🧠

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Highlights on Jelly Roll and his Wife

Since 2011, the country rapper Jelly Roll has been moving up the charts. In 2023, the musician was nominated for three CMT Music Awards, and he attended the ceremony with his wife, Bunnie XO. He wed Bunnie XO in 2016, and they had two kids together already.

Because of his stunning wife Bunnie XO, Jelly Roll has been dominating the country rap music scene. On April 2, the country singer went to the CMT Music Awards, and naturally, he spent the evening on the red carpet with Bunnie XO. When they posed for pictures on the red carpet prior to Jelly Roll’s performance at the show, the Jelly Roll wife appeared to be blissfully content together. Even while he was on the red carpet, the musician learned that he had won the evening’s opening prize!

Exactly who is Jelly Roll wife Bunnie XO?

Bunnie is an entrepreneur who deviated from the norm in terms of her career. The entrepreneur worked as a high-end escort before starting her popular YouTube channel. Bunnie created Dumb Blonde Productions, a media company, and her “Dumb Blonde” podcast in December 2020. Dumb Blonde Productions saw significant success at the beginning of 2023.

Thank you for downloading the podcast 1.7 million times in January! In February 2023, she posted on Instagram, “I can’t even begin to tell you how thrilled I am to have signed with WME now and witnessing the Bunnie Xo brand grow even more. “I much love y’all. Because of each and every one of you, the little girl who is broken inside of me is healing every day. 2023 is off to a good start, says Jelly Roll wife.

When did Bunnie XO and Jelly Roll get married?

After dating for over a year, Jelly Roll (actual name Jason DeFord) and Bunnie got married on August 31, 2016.

In Las Vegas, Nevada, in 2015, Bunnie and Jelly Roll were both performing at Sin City’s Country Saloon when they first met. Bunnie was unaware that she was watching her future husband play. The “Bottle and Mary Jane” vocalist claimed that the performer and he were a match made in heaven. He also acknowledged that when they initially hugged, he “felt her spirit” and “genuineness.”

“We bonded well. In November 2022, he revealed to “Taste of Country Nights” host Evan Paul that she claimed to have fallen in love with the saddest eyes in the room, noting that she had been in an abusive relationship at the time but had since broken up with her ex. I won’t act as though I made my shot. She sort of fired hers. We shared buddies. She uttered, “Hey. Just connect me to Jelly. And I struck her with another s-t. I exclaimed, “Hey. I’ll be travelling there to do some content and video production. She responded, “Sure! C’mon!’ “Great, well, I’m living in my van, so I’ll leave immediately,” I thought.

Do Bunnie XO and Jelly Roll Have Children?

Bailee Ann, the daughter of Jelly Roll and his ex-girlfriend Felicia, was born in 2008. The native of Tennessee gave birth while being detained. Yet in 2016, he was granted custody of his daughter once more.

Jelly Roll has expressed his appreciation for his wife, who made it possible for him to rebuild his relationship with his daughter.

“To raise a child who isn’t her child and still treats the child as if she needed a unique sort of woman. He wrote in the description of a May 2020 Facebook post with a picture of Bunnie and Bailee, “Through the years watching her connection with Bailee develop into this wonderful mother-daughter friendship that it has become has been nothing short of magical. “I’ve got the best partner in the world, and I’m incredibly blessed. Because you didn’t have to step up to the plate in the manner you did, you are the model of a good mother and deserve more praise than anyone. You made the decision to take the initiative, and man, you totally nailed it. We appreciate you, Mother Bear; we love you.

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