#temporary amnesia

[gleafer]

When your angel has temporary amnesia and reinvents himself every couple of days.

#cheeky #illustrator #illustration #digital artist #artist on tumblr #crowley #good omens #good omens art #aziraphale #gleafer art #good omens aziraphale #temporary amnesia #or is it #tartziraphale

[puppetwoman17]

Y’all I need more fanfiction of Tim Drake reversing time and saving Jason from dying, thus kinda erasing himself from the bats’ lives.

He finds Cass and Damian years earlier. Steph’s dad goes to jail and a secret someone keeps sending money for her mom’s rehab. Damian, now 6-7 years of age, still has a somewhat childish glow that comes back out after some ample time with Dick and Bruce.

Tim is fine. He is okay. He is living off coffee and decades of spite and he is totally cool with staying in an empty house and being under his parents’ thumbs for the rest of his life.

Fast forward, the bats remember. Either Jason still gets dunked into a pit and remembers, doing things to get the others to remember, Tim almost dies and they get their memories back right before he comes back, or they get used to his presence so much that they start to remember. The last one would be where he’s ether another vigilante, or an Oracle type.

Needless to say the bats are not happy.

I cannot for the life of me find fics like this! I found a one shot series, but that’s as far as I got.

#tim drake #batman #Batfamily #time travel #temporary amnesia #dc #red robin

[wangxianficrecs]

The Missing Piece by nununununu

🔒 The Missing Piece

by nununununu

G, 2k, Wangxian

Part of pine4pine 2023

Summary: Wei Wuxian leaves and the world forgets him. Even Lan Wangji. Except he doesn't, of course. He can't. How could he? Kay's comments: Super fascinating story with a unique premise! Or at least, I've never come across a memory loss curse like this one in MDZS fanfics. In which Lan Wangji pines sadly for someone he can't remember, finding traces and eventually remembering a name. He can't help but search for his soulmate. It's a canon divergence story in more ways than one, with Chief Cultivator Lan Wangji but also Wen Qing and Wen Ning being alive and I really enjoyed the little hints about how this universe is different. The ending was extremely soft too. Excerpt: He aches to remember what Wei Wuxian looked like or the sound of his voice. He aches to reach out and touch those memories that hover ever frustratingly out of reach. For each fragment he unlocks, it feels like so many further missing pieces remain. Wangji speaks with the clan elders about visiting cultivators to Gusu Lan in the past. He speaks with his uncle about the classes his uncle taught: both those Wangji attended and those before and after. He speaks with the Juniors about their friends from different sects, and he travels to the Dafan Wen settlement and speaks with Wen Qing and her brother, Wen Ning. The siblings look at him as if he is not who they expect. Wen Ning’s gaze drifts to one side of Lan Wangji, as if he too is searching for someone missing. Someone who should be there.

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, post-canon, chief cultivator lan wangji, somebody lives/not everybody dies, angst with a happy ending, temporary amnesia, memory alteration, mystery, curses, mutual pining, love confessions, getting together

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

#April 2024 #Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #The Missing Piece #nununununu #Gen #short fic <15k #pine4pine 2023 #pov lan wangji #canon divergence #post-canon #chief cultivator lan wangji #somebody lives/not everybody dies #angst with a happy ending #temporary amnesia #memory alteration #mystery #curses #mutual pining #love confessions #getting together

[how-very-superbat]

Hei just saw you recommend Batnesia by Qui on a post about amnesiac Bruce assuming he is hooking up with Clark,

I read it in a day and I loved it do you have more recommendations ?

Here's some Amnesia Superbat:

running backwards (the only way forward) by soetry (8k) Bruce gets hit in battle, forgets everything about being Batman, and adopts the entire personality and characteristics of his idiotic playboy persona. To get his memories back, someone has to get rather intimate with him.  And really, Clark is the only one for the task.

I Would I Might Forget That I Am I by susiecarter (24k) Clark Kent woke up, ate breakfast, went to work—the same way he did every day. Ordinary. Except for the part where Superman hadn't been seen in at least a week and nobody knew why, Lois was acting kind of weird, and Bruce Wayne was insisting that Clark was the only reporter he'd allow to run a feature on the crashed alien ship in the park, since Wayne Enterprises had been granted control of the site. And the way Clark felt every time Wayne looked at him a little too long definitely wasn't helping. But it was fine. Clark was normal, there was nothing wrong with him, and everything was fine.

A Week Of Rain by Mithen (18k) Clark Kent seeks out Bruce Wayne when he is resurrected, but he has no memory of his time as Superman and no powers. Bruce has to deal with an unexpected visitor to his lake house--and his own grief, guilt, and attraction.

And then I thought I'd throw in some Fake Dating fics too because they fit in with the vibe. I'll probably also make an extended list of these later.

A Common Misconception by rotasha (91k) When Bruce Wayne comes out, he accidentally becomes the poster child of bisexuality and realizes his lifestyle of sleeping around needs to come to an end. Clark, being the supportive friend that he is, volunteers to pretend to date him for a year. You know the rest.

over this threshold by orphean (59k) Bruce asks Clark to marry him for tax reasons. Clark, against his better judgment, agrees.

I hope these help, please let me know if there's anything else I can find for you or you want anything more specific x

#fic recs #superbat #batman #superman #superbat fic #batman x superman #ao3 #bruce wayne #clark kent #temporary amnesia #fake dating #fake marriage

[cubedtissue]

Does anyone have any drarry fic recommendations where one of them suffer from amnesia or anything else that makes him forget their relationship and the other is just trying to get him to remember

#Drarry #Draco malfoy #Harry potter #Ao3 #Fanfiction #Ff #Wattpad #Fanfiction.net #Drarry fanfiction #Amnesia #Temporary amnesia #Gay #Fic #Drarry fic #I don't even know what to tag I'm so desperate for something to read

[fromxxthexxashes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Temporary Amnesia, Established Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Listen - the panic attack Buck had, it was fully justified. As far as he knew, it was 2021 - and Eddie was standing next to him, telling him that he’d forgotten the last three years of his life. He felt he deserved a moment to have a panic attack, thank you very much.

or - after an accident at work, Buck forgets the last three years of his life. Mentally, he's back in 2021 and in the midst of a failing relationship with Taylor - but actually, its 2024 and he's married to his best friend, Eddie. Navigating amnesia is pretty heavy work, as it turns out.

Notes: This has some nice domestic Buddie in it (in combination with a classic amnesia trope). Overall, a little angst, but really sweet and romantic too. 

#buddie #buddie fic rec #911 #911 on abc #911 fic rec #evan buckley #eddie diaz #temporary amnesia #established relationship #angst #hurt/comfort #general audiences #though I’d probably rate it teen and up for the language and suggestive content #20k

[the-24-7-lawlu-library]

As Sunflowers Do by martilla will break your heart over and over again for 14 long chapters, and gingerly but lovingly heal it for 3 more. AU modern setting, Luffy has amnesia.

Hi there <3 Thank you so much for your wonderful recommendation!

As Sunflowers Do by martilla

“How is he?” He asks as soon as he reaches them. “I want to see him.” Chopper sighs and runs a hand through his short hair. “We need to talk about something first.” “No, we don’t,” Law states and tries to calm down. “I want to see him now.” “You cannot, Trafalgar,” Serena interjects. He looks at her with eyes burning with concern. “The situation is not the best right now and you need to listen to us carefully.” Sabo and Ace are not looking at him, Chopper seems sorry and Serena is way too serious for his liking. “Can any of you tell me what the fuck is going on with my-” “He lost his memory,” Chopper blurts out. “The last ten years of his life have been wiped away.”

-Mod Raiya

#lawlu #lulaw #monkey d luffy #trafalgar law #lawlu fanfic #lawluffy #Modern AU #Amnesia #established relationship #background relationships #temporary amnesia #slow burn #explicitly lawlu #aged up characters #angst and fluff #happy ending #unreliable narrator #angst with happy ending

[dyhtps]

woah guys new fic alert ⁉️⁉️⁉️

Enjoltaire temporary amnesia yay

#les mis #les mierables #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #archive of our own #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #enjoltaire fanfic #temporary amnesia #slash fic

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku Amnesia

AO3 Fic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

Stories linked below are not mine.

Only one has smut … still check tags.

Art not mine - CC_Sketches.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Please Remember by WatashinonamaehaSarah

Summary: Izuku is hit with an amnesia quirk that causes him to forget everyone he knows and loves.

Complete | 4 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

caramel dynamite supernova by deadwriter16

Summary: “Deku,” Round Face’s eyes widen, “you don’t know who I am?”

Deku crosses his arms. “All I know is that you’re not Kacchan.”

“Kacchan…” Round Face mutters, “Bakugou? You want to see Bakugou?”

“I want to see Kacchan,” Deku corrects, “I don’t know who Bakugou is.”

— — —

Or, Izuku loses all his memories except for the one name that he could never forget: Kacchan.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Say My Name Right or Don't Say It At All by boysandstars

Summary: “Stop calling me that!” He shouted, using his food as a pointer toward the other.

He leaned back. “Huh? Stop calling you what?”

“That name!”

“Bakugou-san?”

“Yes! Stop it with that shit!” Bakugou retreated a little as he took a comically large bite of bread. “It sounds weird as fuck coming from you.”

— — —

OR Izuku is hit with a memory erasing quirk and Katsuki learns that he would rather die than be called Bakugou-san.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

love at second first sight by deadwriter16

Summary: The hottest man alive frowns for a second, and then throws his head back and groans loudly. “Motherfucker," he facepalms, massaging his head with his knuckles afterward in obvious goddammit, Izuku's at it again exasperation, "Of course it’s me.”

“Huh?” Izuku asks, “oh, are you the one I forgot?”

“Evidently,” the guy responds.

— — —

or, Izuku gets hit by a quirk and forgets Kacchan. So Izuku does the only thing that makes sense to do without his memories of this super hot guy…immediately try to seduce him.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Remember My Name by katjean

Summary: The amnesia fic where Katsuki is hit with a quirk so he doesn’t remember who Izuku is. When he wakes up in the hospital and sees his ex, Camie, sitting in his room, she convinces him that they are engaged. Everyone seems to be on board with this but he can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right.

Complete | 3 Chapters | Pro Hero au

Rated - Teen & Up

the few things midoriya izuku knows by ladyofsnails

Summary: Izuku is kidnapped on a mission that goes awry, and Katsuki is convinced it's his fault. He has to find him, but before he gets the chance, Izuku shows up in the middle of a park, half-dead and with no memory from before his past three months under the villain's thumb. And he's scared. Of everything. His mother, his friends, his teachers, everyone.

Everyone except Katsuki.

Complete | 8 Chapters | PTSD

Rated - Teen & Up

Deku, who am I? by Roya1Gir1

Summary: Izuku groaned as he opened his eyes to be burned by the bright lights above him. He frowned as he lifted his arms and rubbed the pain away from his eyes. His head hurt. But that was also an understatement. He slowly sat up and looked around the room as he ignored the pain throbbing in his head.

Where am I?

Who... am I?

One Shot | SFW

Chocolate cake and resin preserved flowers by Anoksun

Summary: “Deku. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Um.” Izuku’s face slid into a look of barely concealed alarm. It took him a minute, but he replied, albeit hesitantly, “I think I’m probably wrong right now but… Graduation…?”

“You can’t be fucking serious.” Katsuki took a step back. Then another.

“I’m wrong, aren’t I?” Izuku continued, like he didn’t just confirm Katsuki’s worst fears. “Is this some time travel thing?”

He looked at Katsuki, but Katsuki was too busy gaping in clear horror at him to answer.

---

Izuku loses his memories. Katsuki struggles not to lose Izuku too.

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Everything You Don't Know by Mikacrispy

Summary: Izuku wakes up in a hospital having the memories of the last 13 years of his life wiped from his brain. Mentally, he's a quirkless kid, back in middle school. But physically, he lives in a world where he's a pro hero who got wounded during a fight and Kacchan is his hero partner, his best friend, and his... roommate?

Complete | 14 Chapters | Pro Hero au

Rated - Explicit

Coming Home by Kotarokun

Summary: After a bad fall, Izuku wakes up in the hospital only to find out that he's no longer 14 years old. He's 24 and all his dreams have come true. He has friends, he might be in a relationship with his childhood crush, he has a quirk, AND he's a prohero. Now if only he could get over his fear of it all being just a dream...

— — —

Or Izuku is back to his awkward nervous mess of a fourteen year old self and is terrified of messing up his future selfs perfect life.

Incomplete | 8/? Chapters

SFW | Pro Hero AU

Before by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs), VampireGaaraCheesepuffs

Summary: Izuku Midoriya wishes he never had to wake up. Because each time he does, he doesn’t know which Katsuki will be lying next to him.

After a villain attack, Katsuki begins to lose his memories at an alarming rate. Each day he wakes up thinking he’s a different age and at a different time point in his life. While Midoriya and Bakugo have a great relationship now, they haven’t always and Izuku comes face to face with that fact a little more every day.

Complete | 5 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

It’s not like I like you— it’s just. by Venom_up_ur_ass

Summary: “Stupid Deku”

“Excuse me?” Midoriya looked back boldly, so this was it huh? Getting your memory washed and acting all high and mighty?! Fuck this is pissing Bakugou off.

“Go fuck yourself”

“You have a problem with me or something?” Midoriya countered.

“Yeah, everything about you”

Midoriya frowned, why’d he even try talking?

— — —

Midoriya accidentally gets hit by a memory losing quirk and his memories will only come back between a week or 2, Bakugou doesn’t know what to feel.

{One Shot}

Rated - Mature

(Restricted) The wrongs that make the words come to life

by casian

Summary: After taking a hit in battle, Katsuki Bakugou wakes up missing more than just the three days he was unconscious. Every scrap of memory up to and including his own name are gone. Well, except for one name, one face: Izuku Midoriya.

— — —

Or, an amnesia fic with a twist.

Complete | 8 Chapters

Rated - n/a

there is love in my sorrow by lucif5er

Summary: Omega Izuku and Alpha Katsuki are mates and engaged but during a quirk accident Katsuki loses his memory and doesn't remember ever being with Izuku.

One Shot | OmegaVerse

Rated - General Audiences

Unlucky/Lucky In Love by SweetSide

Summary: Katsuki gets hit with an amnesia Quirk that makes him forget Deku, so he can't believe his luck when the sexy nerd shows up at his door ready for their date.

*****

"What's this about?" Katsuki does not sit, but he does relax his arms.

"Last night. We were on patrol together. We got separated. They're still running Quirk tests on the villain. Kacchan I...I think it messed with your memory."

"I remember going on patrol," Katsuki admits. "But I don't remember you."

Fuck.

One Shot | Mature Content

you'll always be my day one by dekuskatsudon

Summary: Izuku suffered from selective memory loss due to a quirk accident, causing him to lose his memories from when he was informed he didn’t have a quirk until the day before the UA entrance exam and the days after.

—

Or, Izuku forgets all about his quirkless days and Katsuki’s bullying in the past and Katsuki has to deal with the repercussions and unresolved feelings.

One Shot | SFW

The Amnesia Incident by HexyHearts

Summary: After a fight with a group of villains, Bakugo and Midoriya are both hit by a quirk that seems to cause amnesia. With barely any memories, their class and the UA staff are left to watch in slight horror and amusement as the two boys become the best of friends (and something possibly more) without any of their past holding them back.

Incomplete | 14/? Chapters

Last updated January 2023

#bakudeku #quirk accident #amnesia #fic rec #SFW #ao3 fic rec #bkdk ao3 #bkdk amnesia #deku gets amnesia #bakudeku amnesia fic #bakudeku recommendations #bkdk #temporary amnesia #bakugou x midoriya #bakudeku quirk accident #fanfic recommendation #archive of our own #amnesiac midoriya #amnesia quirk #memory loss quirk #bkdk memory loss #head injury #amnesia via injury #bakudeku fic rec #bakudeku fic recs

[911ficrecs]

life sure can try to put love through it by wafflesofdoom - 20,353 words, general

Summary: Listen - the panic attack Buck had, it was fully justified. As far as he knew, it was 2021 - and Eddie was standing next to him, telling him that he’d forgotten the last three years of his life. He felt he deserved a moment to have a panic attack, thank you very much.

or - after an accident at work, Buck forgets the last three years of his life. Mentally, he's back in 2021 and in the midst of a failing relationship with Taylor - but actually, its 2024 and he's married to his best friend, Eddie. Navigating amnesia is pretty heavy work, as it turns out.

#buddie fic rec #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #ao3 #general #20k #temporary amnesia #established relationship #angst #hurt/comfort

[ayamari-no-goshi]

Don’t Forget to Write

AO3 -> next

Fandoms: DC (Batman comics

Summary: From Dick’s POV. Damian happened to win a contest to illustrate a new book by an up and coming author. Being the good brother he is, Dick decided to check the book.He quickly realized he was reading a very first hand account of one of Jason's old cases, and deciding to act like a normal person would, he decided to read some of the author's other works. What he found shook the very foundation of what he thought was true?  

Warnings: rated T - mostly for swearing and questionable mental health. Amnesia

Parings: none

Notes: originally uploaded to AO3. Cross-posted to tumblr

Dick took a few quick breaths and double checked he was still holding the book he had swiped from Damian before he knocked on the door frame of Bruce’s office. It wasn’t like Bruce wouldn’t appreciate the distraction from whatever paperwork built up, but the situation he wanted to bring up sounded insane, even to him.

“Hey, Chum, what’s wrong?” Bruce gave him a tired smile. From what Dick had heard from Tim and Damian, he’d been working on dismantling a massive arms smuggling ring recently. Word on the street suggested it was connected to Black Mask, but there was currently no concrete evidence to support it.

“You know how Damian recently won that contest?” he asked, deciding that was the easiest way to start.

Bruce nodded and his tired smile was briefly replaced with something warmer. While he had a hard time expressing his feelings, the man was genuinely happy for their accomplishments. The congratulations letter that Damian received which let him know he won an art contest had been placed on the fridge so anyone who would walk in could see it.

“Since the prize is the chance to illustrate an upcoming book, Damian decided to read some of the author’s other works to get an idea of the style.” Dick paused for a moment. “He said something that struck me as weird. I guess this author tends to write detective stories, but after criticizing how the cases were solved, he mentioned they sounded similar to a lot of our cases. I got curious and decided to read a few too…” He shifted his weight as Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “It’s unsettling.”

“How so?”

Dick fidgeted a moment. “This is going to sound crazy, but I wouldn’t bring this up to you if it wasn’t this weird. Bruce, these stories are nearly identical to the cases we worked on with… with Jason.”

When Bruce’s expression hardened, Dick made sure not to say anything. His brother’s name was still something everyone tried not to bring up in front of him unless absolutely necessary. It has been six years since Jason’s death at the hands of the Joker, and Bruce had never forgiven himself for it. While he had long since moved past the self-destructive phase of his grief, largely in part to Tim taking the lead on keeping him in check, it still lingered below the surface.

“Are you certain?” The intensity of the man’s voice almost made Dick shiver.

“Bruce,” he kept his voice even as he handed him the book, “I’m certain enough to bring it up to you. Take a look and let me know what you think. Maybe I am just misremembering, but there are details about characters who seemed to be thinly veiled versions of us and our rogues that only we know. The one in your hand talks about what happened when he ran The Gauntlet. It’s too spot on.”

“I will take a look.”

Dick nodded. “Let me know what you decide. Even if you don’t decide to act, I’m going to look into it. I just have a gut feeling.”

…

“I know that name,” Stephanie mentioned later that evening as Bruce began explaining why they were looking into the author, who went by the pen name ‘John Doe’. “He’s really popular with a lot of high school students.”

“Bernard really likes his books,” Tim added. A slight blush appeared on his cheeks which he stubbornly ignored. “One of the things a lot of people talk about is how it feels like they’re reading a more personal account of what it’s like to be Robin. It’s why it’s so popular. He started writing in online forums before being picked up by Gotham Publishing.”

“That’s what brought him to our attention,” Dick explained. “His books match a little too closely with some of ours, especially from…” He glanced over at Bruce.

“From when Jason was Robin,” he finished as he pressed a button on the Batcomputer. Behind him, a comparison between one of John Doe’s books and one of their cases. Several highlighted areas could be seen.

Steph, Tim, and Cass shared looks. Even Damian seemed moderately surprised. Bruce almost never brought up Jason, unless it was to remind them what they were risking if they went out unprepared. The fact that he was willing to say his name made it much more serious, especially because all of them could hear the note of pain obvious in his voice.

“I can verify our systems weren’t hacked,” Barbara’s voice drifted over from her comm line. She’d been helping Dick after he messaged her with his original suspicions. “Since that’s not the problem, I’ve been helping Dick research him. John Doe, also known as Jay Peters, doesn’t legally exist.”

“So, he forged a new identity? Or is he an illegal immigrant or trafficking victim?” Steph questioned.

“No, amnesia.” Babs paused as she brought up a contract with a couple signatures on it. “Here’s our writer’s contract with Gotham Publishing. You can see the name of Maria Valencia, one of the leading victim’s rights advocates in the city, vouching for him. So, I checked her records and found a very interesting medical file.”

“John Doe forty-seven was brought to Gotham General approximately five and a half years ago after being found dazed and severely injured in the middle of the night,” Dick spoke up as the medical file and related police report appeared on the computer screen. “Even after several surgeries, he spent a year in a coma before waking up without an idea of who he is or what happened to him. Babs, can you bring up the images?”

Dick shifted uncomfortably as he waited for Bruce’s response. At first, he thought they were dealing with a new Rogue, someone too skilled at hacking for their own good, or even a meta with an ability that allowed them to tap into thoughts or computer records. But after seeing the images, Dick was presented with a possibility he wasn’t emotionally prepared to handle. He should have waited until he finished his own investigation before he brought it up to Bruce.

“These images… are from the police reports?” Bruce questioned, emotion breaking through his normal façade. He noticed the similarities that had unsettled Dick when he first reviewed them.

“Yes,” Babs confirmed. “The GCPD were unable to find any missing persons cases that matched his description. Looks like they tried to get fingerprints, but his hands were too mangled at the time for anything useable.”

“I used the Batcomputer to see if we could get a hit. Bruce,” Dick made sure to look him in the eyes as the results were shown on the screen, “they’re a partial match to Jason. And it’s not just the fingerprints. With the exception of the injuries on his fingers, all of his other ones match his autopsy report. I know it sounds crazy, especially because these photos were taken six months after his death.”

“His hands…” Tim murmured as he reviewed the images. “It looks like he had been digging.”

“That appears to be the case.” A slight frown appeared on Bruce’s face. Dick had known him long enough to know he was trying to consider other possibilities. There had been too many tragedies in their lives for him to immediately jump to the idea the person in those images was his son miraculously returned from the dead. “Barbara, do you have any recent images of him?”

“Just one. Give me a sec.”

An image of a young man standing near Valencia, caught off guard by something, possibly the camera, appeared on the screen. Even though he appeared older, the facial structure was the same as Jason’s, even down to the slightly crooked position of his nose, something that occurred after a nasty fight with one of Two-Face’s goons. And then there were the scars. There was a particularly noticeable one over his left eye that occurred sometime before Jason came to the Manor.

Dick glanced at Bruce to see if he had the same sort of recognition he had when he first saw it, but he instantly regretted it. There was pain and an aching longing he’d rarely seen in Bruce’s expression. While he wouldn’t be convinced until he ran his own tests, he couldn’t deny the similarities.

“I’m going to double check the prints,” Bruce’s voice was thick with emotion, “and run a facial recognition.”

“Father, are you really entertaining the idea that this person…” Damian didn’t have a chance to finish his thought when Cass placed a hand on his shoulder.

“He fought to bring you back,” she reminded him as Bruce began a fingerprint and facial analysis of the author against Jason. “Let him hope he can bring another son home.” Damian didn’t have a response to that.

A few moments later, the computer showed a ninety three percent match against Jason regarding appearance. The difference in age and some newer scars, including the one that was just visible under his hairline, could be enough for why it wasn’t a complete match. The print match finished a few moments later and confirmed the partial match Dick had gotten.

“Is there a chance this Jason look alike is a clone?” When Steph caught Bruce’s glare, she held her hands up. “What? It’s a valid question.”

“It’s a possibility,” Dick stated slowly. With how delicate the situation was, he needed to make sure he properly explained his thoughts. None of them needed Bruce spiraling again. “But it doesn’t feel right. If he is, whoever made him went through a lot of work to match the injuries on his body. They wouldn’t just let him go after all of that. But instead of some diabolical plot, he’s just writing mystery novels and keeping to himself.”

“There’s something else weird,” Tim spoke up. “Look at the date he was admitted to the hospital. It matches up with when the Superboy Prime incident occurred. He was also found along the road that leads from the cemetery.”

Dick tried to forget about that. Superboy Prime, a teenaged version of Superman from another universe who got trapped in theirs. His ill-fated attempts to return home combined with his insane plans to attempt to rewrite their reality to make it closer to the one he knew had far reaching effects that they were still discovering several years later.

Bruce turned and pin one of the most intense stares Dick had ever seen on the teen. “What are you suggesting?”

“B, no one has touched his… Jason’s grave, right?”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Oh, Tim was treading a minefield. “That is correct.”

“Hypothetically, if someone broke out of it, would it have set off any alarms?”

“No, but the likelihood…”

“B, that was a reality shattering event. With everything else we’ve seen over the years, is It really so strange that he came back?” Tim pointed to the computer screen where the injuries on the author’s fingers were still visible. “Whoever this is, he dug himself out of something. Even if that’s not what happened, we should at least rule it out.”

As a Bruce took a moment to process the idea, Dick decided to speak up. “Maybe I’m misremembering, but I seem to recall a report talking about how a couple members of the Doom Patrol came back to life after everything was said and done. And I’m pretty sure there were rumors of that happening to civilians too.”

“There were,” Tim stated as he stepped forward so he could bring up some files on the Batcomputer. “Five confirmed cases in Gotham and three in Bludhaven.”

Dick felt his eyebrows raise. He hadn’t known that, and neither did the others, judging by their equally surprised expressions.

“B, I’d say that’s enough to warrant considering it. Tim and I can check the grave.” Dick sighed. “We’ll also have to rule out he’s an alternative version of Jason too. But, if I’m honest, I hope this is real.”

“I know you’re gonna want a DNA sample from him,” Steph mentioned as she glanced at the photo again. “Babs, you didn’t happen to figure out where this guy lives, did you?”

“Not yet,” she admitted.

“I did.” Everyone turned to look at Tim. “I got curious why an author would go by the name ‘John Doe’ and investigated his forum posts a while back. He hasn’t provided a lot about himself other than some of the books he likes to read. Thought it was weird, so I tried hacking his account. Most of the original posts were made from the library at the corner of Park Row, and the later ones are all from a computer owned by the publishing company. So, I hacked the publishing company instead, and it appears they’re paying for him to stay in a small apartment.”

Sighing, Dick glanced at his younger brother. “Let me guess. You already staked out the property.”

“Yeah. There’s not much in it, just basic furniture and some books. He keeps it tidy. Both times I’ve stopped by during a patrol, he’s been asleep.”

“That saves me some work, but I might have something better. What if I told you the perfect time to break into that apartment to get some evidence would be between 8am and 9am tomorrow?” Amusement crept into Babs’ voice. “Turns out he’s doing an interview with Vicki Vale. And if anyone would like to go view it in person, I have no doubt the producers would gladly welcome and save some seats for one Bruce Wayne and at least one of his children.”

…

The next morning, Dick found himself waiting with Tim, Cass, and Damian in front of the TV station while Bruce pulled some strings. While they were there, Stephanie worked on getting into the author’s apartment to attempt to get some DNA evidence for Bruce. She kept sending occasional updates. With how controlling Bruce could be when it came to things involving their family, Dick was surprised he was willing to let her do it.

If Dick had to guess, the reason dealt with what they discovered. Jason’s grave was indeed empty. The lid had been broken from the inside, giving credence to Tim’s theory. Afterwards, they headed to the apartment where the author lived. The man had been sleeping in his bed when they took their places on the building across the street, but he must have felt their eyes on him seeing as he woke up just long enough to get up and close the curtains. If Dick wasn’t mistaken, Jason had briefly glanced at them.

Even though they had to continue their patrols, Bruce kept going back to the vantage point. Seeing as he was more non-verbal than usual when he returned to the Cave, Dick doubted he got another glance at the author.

After checking another update from Stephanie, Dick mulled over the fact he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about possibly seeing Jason again after so many years. The wary optimism from the previous night had changed into a nervous discomfort.

Jason, and Dick was pretty sure it was their Jason, had been alone for over five years. He didn’t know who he was or what happened to him. He likely didn’t even remember them. It hurt in a way Dick wasn’t familiar with. He was used to the sharp pain of loss that slowly dulled over the years, but this was a gnawing pain that seemed similar to guilt or longing. Maybe it was a combination of both. Dick didn’t want to have to treat his brother like a stranger after all this time.

There was also the possibility that by simply approaching him, they risked pulling him back into the vigilante world. He’d been out of the game for years. None of them knew how much of his training he may or may not remember. Would he want to come back to it? If he was honest, he didn’t want Jason to deal with the dangers and trauma of the job ever again, even if he wanted to once again fly across the rooftops of Gotham with his brother.

“Are you ready?” Bruce was back. He looked worn out in a way Dick had rarely seen. The combination of grief and guilt must have been taking a toll on him. The man was also trying to fight against hope because if this was just a doppelgänger or clone, it might break him all over again.

About ten minutes later, they were shown to their seats in the studio. Several members of the audience noticed their presence and began whispering. Didn’t they have anything better to do than gossip about them? Probably not. Keeping up with their family was a pastime of the city after all.

As the show started, Dick had to do has best to keep from fidgeting. He wasn’t interested in the stories or gossip of the first half of the show. Sure, sometimes that information was useful to their main job, but everything presented that particular day was old news to him.

Then the second half of the show started, and Dick’s breath hitched as he saw his brother walk on to the set. Although he’d seen a slightly out of focus image of his brother the previous night, this was different. Jason was tall and broad and looked as if he’d never been dead. But he didn’t look completely healthy. There was an unnatural leanness about him, much like he was when he was first brought to the Manor. Had he been eating properly? Or was it an unfortunate result of the recovery process? His coma had been long enough to cause muscle atrophy.

Then there were the scars. In the fluorescent studio lights, they could easily see the slight discoloration of the scars that littered his face and bare forearms. It made him look dangerous, and Dick could almost feel the rest of the audience recoil. In Gotham, scars like that tended to suggest involvement with criminals.

Interestingly, when Vicki caught sight of Jason for the first time, her eyes briefly widened in recognition. She’d interviewed their family enough over the years to be familiar with their appearances, and Dick could still remember the debate over whether or not she ever figured out their identities.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Doe, or do you prefer Mr. Peters?” she asked in a friendly but professional voice as Jason sat across from her after a handshake.

He chuckled. It was a hoarse but pleasant sound. “Jay’s fine, but I should probably explain my pen name. I’m considered a ‘John Doe’, an unidentified person. I have no idea who I was before waking up in that hospital, and no one else seems to either. When I started using the writing forums, I used ‘John Doe’ as a joke, and it’s kind of stuck.” His posture was open and appeared relaxed, but his eyes hardened slightly. So he wasn’t as unbothered by the situation as he appeared.

“I had been wondering about that.” Vicki was all smiles. “Is that why you’ve remained out of the spotlight?”

“You could say that.” He flashed her a crooked smile Dick recognized as the same one Jason used to try to charm people.

“What changed? I’m surprised you were willing to come on the show.”

He seemed to look past her for a moment. “Part of it was the contest. I’ll be working with the winner, and since it looks like I got into a fight with a blender and lost,” he traced some of the scars on his left arm, “the publishing team thought it was a good idea to prove I’m not secretly a Family enforcer or associated with any of the Rogues. But if you want me to be honest, I’m just tired of not having a provable identity. I want to be able to buy my own damn cigarettes.”

That statement caught Vicki and most of the audience off guard, but Dick had to stifle a laugh. Of all the things he could have said, he brought up his addiction to nicotine. He had thought Jason had quit by the time he died, but maybe it was a piece of his old life he somewhat remembered. They had theorized he started regularly smoking to help stave off hunger. Maybe that’s why he picked it up again. But since Jason was smirking, he said it to at least partially throw Vicki off.

“Of all things, cigarettes?”

Jason shrugged as he shifted positions. “Why not? That’s one of those rite of passage things, and I’m getting tired of having to bum them off of everyone. I’m old enough to make my own bad decisions… I think.”

She gave him a polite smile. “Let’s move on to your books. They’ve become extremely popular among the teens and young adults of Gotham. Why do you think that is?”

“Just like any writer, I’d like to think it’s my skills on telling an engaging story. But if I’ve learned anything from Internet forums, the real answer lies in how connected the readers feel to the main characters and how easily they can make fan fiction out of it.”

While Jason’s smile remained pleasant, Vicki’s became forced at the mention of fan fiction. She probably found the very explicit fics between her and other prominent figures of Gotham, including Bruce. Dick was still mad at Stephanie for making everyone aware of the fiction that existed about their hero personas. He could have lived without knowing.

“I think it’s a little more than that,” Vicki compromised as her expression returned to a more natural one. “How about taking us through your writing process. I’m sure the viewers would like to get a glimpse of the process.”

Jason didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head and bit his lip, something he used to do all the time when he first came to the Manor when he wasn’t sure how to phrase something. It was one of the few hints of insecurity he’d let them see. “There isn’t really a process. A lot of my books started off as me writing random phrases. Like ‘the button to open the door was under the name plate on the desk’. Or ‘the only way to disarm the explosive was hitting the blue marker on the other side of the room’. There are days when I’ll spend hours doing it because I need them out of my head, but…” He lifted his hands and flexed them a few times. His fingers looked stiff. “I can’t physically write for long periods. Too much damage.”

He shifted again. “So, I started putting them in a computer document since it was easier to handle and organize. Some phrases just went better with others. Eventually, I realized I had these summaries of fictional events written like a police report. But it didn’t feel right to leave them like that, so I started adding more details that just seemed right. Then the next thing I knew, I had a bunch of stories. I still write like that.”

Dick found himself shaking his head. “He died, came back, doesn’t remember anything, and still writes reports? I don’t know if I should be in awe or concerned,” he whispered to himself which made Cass and Tim chuckle.

“Are you sure they’re fictional?” Vicki questioned. “I’m sure it’s been pointed out to you that your works almost feel like they’re written from the point of view of one of Gotham’s vigilantes. Perhaps someone in your family worked for the police, a stenographer, or even one of the city’s newspapers.”

He snorted. “The GCPD couldn’t identify me, so I doubt I had family there. Unless whoever it was happened to be that corrupt, and when it comes to the GCPD, that’s a possibility.” When Vicki’s eyebrows rose in surprise, Jason gave her a wry smile. “Just because I don’t remember my past doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I know the Commissioner has done a lot to help, but things still aren’t great. As for the others, that’s a possibility, but they don’t feel right.”

“And today on what you don’t say on live TV in Gotham,” Tim murmured, stunned. Almost everyone in Gotham knew there was corruption in most levels of office, including the police, but there was a real danger in acknowledging it publicly. Jason hadn’t said anything that pointed fingers at anyone, yet, but he might not realize some of the knowledge he had wasn’t public knowledge.

Vicki also knew it was a dangerous topic and quickly shifted the conversation. “Let’s talk about the contest itself. There have been a lot of criticism about how the winner of the contest is Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne’s youngest son.”

Dick could feel how Damian tensed so he put a hand on his shoulder. “This isn’t the time,” he whispered to him. “Wait until after the show.”

“I haven’t heard anything like that. How about you enlighten me.” Jason’s voice sounded light, but there was an edge to it. He also shifted forward so his forearms were resting on his thighs. He absolutely knew what these criticisms were, and he wasn’t happy about it.

The reporter caught it too. “People believe he should have been disqualified because of his status in Gotham,” she explained with an apologetic smile, suggesting she didn’t agree.

“And if I happened to choose someone from the Bowery or Crime Alley, there would be complaints about the person being a charity case.” All previous humor had vanished from Jason’s expression and voice. “I specifically requested two things from Gotham Publishing when they brought up the contest: that all Gotham middle and high schools would be allowed to participate and that I wouldn’t be allowed to see any names. Money and home life had nothing to do with my choice. Everything was based on talent alone.”

He shifted so he was sitting up straight which allowed the fluorescent lights to highlight the scars on his face. “The winner has a rich dad, so what? Just like anyone else, he should be recognized for his own talent instead of being forced to walk in his parents’ shadow all the time. The only way I’d find issue with my choice is if we found out the kid’s dad was the one who actually drew it.”

During Jason’s explanation, Dick kept an eye on Damian. His youngest brother’s eyes had widened slightly in surprise followed by a slight smile. While he was sure Damian would never outright admit it, he was pleased by Jason’s response.

Though Damian was surprised by the defense, Dick wasn’t. Whether it was when he was acting as Robin or just being himself, Jason dealt with a lot of people judging him and their family. Although he wasn’t supposed to admit it, one of his favorite memories of Jason was finding out he got into a fight on his behalf. It wasn’t often his brother got into trouble at school, but he was being teased by boys who didn’t appreciate his former status as a street kid. It hadn’t been until they insulted Dick that he leapt to action. Alfred had personally called him to relay the story. Feeling oddly touched, Dick then liberated his brother from his room and treated him to ice cream. Even though he knew otherwise, he liked to believe Bruce never found out.

“Out of curiosity, do you think the Bruce Wayne would have done that? What?” Vicki genuinely looked puzzled when Jason snorted.

“I’m absolutely positive Bruce Wayne didn’t sketch a scene from my book. It’s not his style.” Confusion briefly crossed his face as he finished his statement. He clearly wasn’t sure why he knew that.

Vicki noticed it too. “You sound pretty certain of that. Have you met him before?”

“Since I woke up after whatever happened, no. Before that… I’m not sure.” He leaned back and briefly closed his eyes. “There are places and names that are familiar to me, but I haven’t been able to figure out why.” A sigh escaped him as he shifted again. “No one knows if I’ll ever get my memories back, not all amnesiacs do, and looking at the remnants of what happened to me, I’m not sure I want to. But at the same time, if someone’s missing me, they at least should know I’m here even if I don’t know who they are.” A sardonic smile crossed his face. “But seeing as I didn’t match any missing persons cases, I was probably never missed.”

His brother’s words felt like a slap in the face. Jason thought he’d never been missed, but that was so far from the truth. His death nearly destroyed their family. Bruce spiraled into a self-destructive depression, and Dick… The guilt had eaten at him to the point it manifested as nightmares and hallucinations. While they did lessen over the years, they never entirely vanished.

“On a lighter note, do you think you could give us a quick preview of your next book?”

Jason gave a mischievous grin. “Where’s the fun in that? But I will give you this hint: sometimes a mask is more than a mask to those who wear it.”

“That’s not ominous at all. But that’s it for time! Thank you so much for coming on the show.”

“It was my pleasure.”

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Notes:

depending on which version you’re reading, either Dick had an extremely antagonist relationship with Jason during the latter’s years as Robin, or it was good but distant. I prefer the good but distant..

In a mostly a Nightwing centered comic during the Discowing era, which I think is Nightwing: Year One, we learn that Bruce has a test to see if his Robins are ready for being in the field. It’s called “the Gauntlet”, and it’s a mock situation. Dick happened to be in town when Jason was running his, and of course, it went from a mock situation to a real one.

John Doe 47 – I’m not sure how many people are aware of this, but John and Jane Does sometimes get numbered if there are a lot of unidentified people discovered in a specific geographic range.

Damian did die, and Bruce literally went to Hell and back to bring him home.

In case the events of Infinite Crisis weren’t well known, Superboy Prime didn’t start off as evil. In his world, superheroes were comic book characters, but a chance encounter with the main universe’s Superman caused his own powers to manifest and then he ended up following Superman back to the main universe. He got super homesick and somewhat manipulated, and then went off the deep end. Due to plot, he ended up punching the “Source Wall” a couple times which caused ripples in reality which caused things to change across the universes. You’ll also hear it phrased as “punching the timetime.”

Jason’s resurrection is probably the best-known change that occurred outside of the creation and destruction of some of the alternative universes. But the Doom Patrol was very effected by it too – Elasti-Girl and Negative Man came back to life, and Chief was returned to his original body. A lot of back stories were also re-written. Do we know if civilians were affected? Not really. Am I going say they were? Yes

I am making a nod towards Arkham Knight and how Vicki Vale had her own talk show. This is my AU, and I conduct things as I want. I know she’s mostly a photojournalist in the comics. She can do both.

Nicotine does suppress appetite as well as increasing the rate of metabolism. It’s part of the reason a lot of people who stop smoking tend to gain a little bit of weight in the months that follow.

It’s also well known that muscle often atrophies if you’re in a coma for long periods. Jason was in one for several months after his resurrection per Red Hood: the Lost Days. Realistically, he’d be thin afterwards.

As a fan fic writer, I know that we sometimes do God’s work. I also know we sometimes make crimes against humanity.  You also can’t tell me that Stephanie wouldn’t go searching for hero-related fanfiction to use as a weapon against the family.

#DC comics #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #Jason todd #Red Hood #Writer AU #tw amnesia #temporary amnesia #fanfiction #fanfic #Jason is an amnesiac writer and is just living his life

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New Harringrove Just Dropped!

I really wanted this to be a Harringrove Week fanfic but life got out of hand in 24 hours and now my schedule is all funky so... It'll get updated just not this week.

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Summary: Billy tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy and furrows his eyebrows. His palm is white-hot through the thin material of Steve’s black shirt as Billy spreads his hand over the omega’s left pectoral, directly atop his racing heart. “Steve.”

The alpha points to himself and then raises those same eyebrows expectantly. Steve huffs out a quiet laugh and relaxes a bit. “I get it, I get it. You’re Billy and I’m Steve.”

This answer gets him a viciously happy growl and a smile bright enough to shame the sun. Steve can’t help but giggle again, this time incredulously.

“What kind of Miles O’Keeffe bullshit are you trying to pull here, jungle boy? Have you never heard of, like, normal pickup lines? You know, what’s an omega like you doing sobbing all alone on Halloween? How’s it going baby, nice ass?”

#stranger things #billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #netflix stranger things #billyposting #harringroveweek #kind of #a/b/o #a/b/o but it's incredibly soft #feral billy hargrove #alpha billy hargrove #omega steve harrington #hurt/comfort baybee #temporary amnesia

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Helping Yourself by nirejseki

Helping Yourself

by nirejseki (@robininthelabyrinth)

Not rated, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian leaves the Burial Mounds with a brand new power, but the resentful energies have so corroded his mind that he's forgotten - many things. The name of the cultivator in purple, for example. The reason they hate their enemies so much. All he knows is how he feels about them. And there's this one cultivator in white that makes him feel - something else. Wei Wuxian is pretty sure he knows what that something is. Kay's comments: A super interesting AU in which Wei Wuxian returns from his three months in the Burial Mounds unable to remember the people around him while still remembering the feelings he has for them, which leads to some heart-breaking and some fun conclusions! Excerpt: There was only one problem. At first he’d thought the one in white was the one in purple’s friend – they spent an awful lot of time huddled together trying to think of ways to cure him – but eventually it’d been explained to him that they weren’t. In fact, the one in purple said that the one in white had previously hated him. Wei Wuxian didn’t like that. He had no idea why he didn’t like that, but he didn’t. “You’re not allowed to hate me,” he told the one in white, cornering him one day and poking him in the chest. “You’re not. You need to like me. You understand? You can’t dislike me.” The one in white blinked. He had very long eyelashes, and pretty golden irises beneath them. “I don’t dislike Wei Ying,” he said. “Good,” Wei Wuxian said, satisfied.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, memory loss, temporary amnesia, short-term memory loss, propositions, hurt/comfort, hopefuly ending

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #December 2023 #Helping Yourself #nirejseki #Not rated #short fic <15k #pov wei wuxian #canon divergence #memory loss #temporary amnesia #short-term memory loss #propositions #hurt/comfort #hopefuly ending

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston Characters: Garcia Flynn, Lucy Preston, Neil Armstrong Additional Tags: apollo 11 takeoff, Temporary Amnesia, mentioned michael collins, Summer Of Garcy 2023, Space Flight, houston we have a problem, Pre-Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Garcia Flynn & Lucy Preston Friendship, POV Garcia Flynn Summary:

Flynn encounters Michael Collins prior to the Apollo XI liftoff, and things get complicated. Complicated like he almost takes Collins' place on the Eagle instead because he thinks he IS Michael Collins for about half an hour.

After he comes to his senses, Lucy finds him and they have a conversation about his self-imposed mission to destroy Rittenhouse.

#apollo xi #temporary amnesia #space race #timeless fanfic #garcy fanfic #garcy #pre-garcy #garcia flynn #lucy preston #timeless #michael collins #neil armstrong #buzz aldrin

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Welcome Home

Author: @markwatneyandenesemble

Rating/Warning: Mature

Chapter Count: 2/?

Description: Chrissy Cunningham wakes up in an LA apartment with a pink heart shaped pill on her nightstand, remembering nothing from her previous life. She's torn between spending a normal life lusting after her hot, mysterious neighbor, and trying to figure out where she came from. The more curious she gets, the more the truth threatens the peace her new life has.

Tags: Alternate universe- soulmates, and they were NEIGHBORS, temporary amnesia, mutual pining, angst, love at first sight, fluff, domestic fluff, alternating POV, multiple chapters, Status: WIP

#Alternate universe- soulmates #and they were NEIGHBORS #temporary amnesia #mutual pining #angst #love at first sight #fluff #domestic fluff #alternating POV #multiple chapters #Status: WIP #eddie munson #eddissy #eddie and chrissy #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer #chrissy deserved better #stranger things #munningham #eddsy #chreddie #chrissy cunningham

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That's What You Get (For Waking Up In Vegas) by mausoleumheart [8k]

Mature | Frank/Gerard

"You gotta help me out, It's all a blur last night…"

Frank and Gerard wake up together in a honey moon suite with wedding rings and no memory of the night before. Your regular Vegas trope, very cute!

#frank/gerard #drama #romance #canon-divergence #friends to lovers #accidental marriage #temporary amnesia #oneshot #short #1-9k #M