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He then almost always said "Good evening" in his flat, lugubrious voice.īoth the caricature drawing and the theme music became indelibly associated with his image and the piece was one of eight compositions that Hitchcock selected to take to a fictional desert island when he appeared on Desert Island Discs.
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On Hitchcock's TV show, Gounod's piece plays while the director appears in silhouette at the right edge of the screen, and then walks centre to eclipse the caricature. Gounod's English patron, Georgina Weldon, described Chorley as moving like a "stuffed red-haired monkey.” For publication, however, Weldon titled the piece Funeral March of a Marionette. It was a satirical character piece that was intended to be a parody of the personality of a music critic Henry Chorley. Gounod wrote the piece while residing in London, between 18. But Hitchcock reportedly remembered it from a 1927 film Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans. It had been used for an American horror radio show The Witch's Tale, which aired from 1931 to 1938. Its title sequence opened with the camera fading in on a simple caricature of Hitchcock's profile.įor the music, his long-time collaborator, the composer Bernard Herrmann, suggested Charles Gounod's Funeral March of a Marionette. While there are a ton of features that factor into us selecting Alfred as our favorite app launcher for the Mac, one of our more whimsical favorites is the ability to change the appearance by creating a custom theme.A French classical piece became inextricably linked with the British director.Īlfred Hitchcock Presents aired between 19 and featured the director introducing short dramas, thrillers, and mysteries.
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This is a paid feature that is part of the Alfred Powerpack, a worthwhile upgrade that also gives you integration with 1Password, the ability to create your own workflows, and much more. Note: We’re currently working on updating our favorite app launcher article to reflect the changes and upgrades available in Alfred version 4. Now you can start making changes to the theme itself by selecting different elements from the preview on the right and making changes as desired.Give your theme a name and (if you want) give yourself some credit as the creator.From the Preferences menu, select Appearance from the sidebar on the left and click the + icon at the bottom of the themes list to create a new theme.First, open Alfred using your assigned keyboard shortcut and go to the Alfred → Preferences menu (or hit the keyboard shortcut Command +, with the Alfred bar visible). You can modify any text, icon, padding, or border element by clicking and dragging to increase or decrease the size. You can change the color of any of the elements by clicking it in the preview window and selecting a new color from the color wheel. You can also right-click any element to select from one of the colors that are already present in your theme. Alfreds Basic Piano Library Classic Themes Level 4.Drag up or down to change the size of the selected element.Here’s a quick overview of the options available when tweaking your theme: Make sure to keep an eye on the text hints at the bottom of the preview window for the element you’re currently modifying! To change fonts, right-click on any of the text elements to view the font options available on your Mac. Right-click to show the theme colors you’ve already used or show fonts list. We released Alfred 4.3 yesterday Its a lovely big release, with new default themes to match Big Surs new look, and improvements to theming to add Visual.Arranger: Allan Small These volumes contain easy-to-play arrangements of great classical. A simple and dark theme enough for Alfred, iTerm, Sublime, Terminal (Mac), ZSH. Alt + drag to increase or decrease the opacity (and get that fancy translucent effect).Cmd + drag to scroll through standard fonts options. We have added new workflow objects to improve file integration within your Workflows. You can also click the button in the upper-right of the preview window to adjust the theme window blur. The File Utility can be used to determine whether the passed-in file path exists, and optionally what the UTI for that file is. The Action in Alfred Action allows you to pop up the Actions panel for the passed-in files.
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With a little trial and error, you’ll have your own beautifully crafted Alfred theme in no time.
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If you’d like to use the Alfred theme shown in this example, you can download it here. Please note you need the Powerpack enabled in order to import custom themes.
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Once you have the Powerpack enabled, just drag the theme file into Alfred to install and apply the theme.
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Movies on Youtube:
Brief Encounter (1945, David Lean)
Opening Night (1977, John Cassavetes)
Close Up (1990, Abbas Kiarostami)
Taste of Cherry (1997, Abbas Kiarostami)
The Song of Sparrows (2008, Majid Majidi)
Russian Ark (2002, Alexander Sokurov)
Dreams (1990, Akira Kurosawa)
Dersu Uzala (1975, Akira Kurosawa)
The Idiot (1951, Akira Kurosawa)
Drunken Angel (1948, Akira Kurosawa)
Tokyo Story (1953, Yasujirō Ozu)
Early Summer (1951, Yasujirō Ozu)
Late Spring (1949, Yasujirō Ozu)
The Flavor of Green Tea over Rice (1952, Yasujirō Ozu)
Good Morning (1959, Yasujirō Ozu)
An Autumn Afternoon (1962, Yasujirō Ozu)
Sword for Hire (1952, Inagaki Hiroshi)
Rebecca (1940, Alfred Hitchcock)
Thunderbolt (1929, Josef von Sternberg)
Larceny (1948, George Sherman)
Among the Living (1941, Stuart Heisler)
Andrei Rublev (1966, Andrei Tarkovsky)
Mirror (1975, Andrei Tarkovsky)
Solaris (1972, Andrei Tarkovsky)
Ivan’s Childhood (1962, Andrei Tarkovsky)
Aguirre, the Wrath of God (1972, Werner Herzog)
Fitzcarraldo (1982, Werner Herzog)
Medea (1969, Pier Paolo Pasolini)
Medea (filmed stageplay)
Is It Easy To Be Young? (1986, Juris Podnieks)
We'll Live Till Monday (1968, Stanislav Rostotsky)
Ordinary Fascism (aka Triumph Over Violence) (1965, Mikhail Romm)
Battleship Potemkin (1925, Sergei Eisenstein)
The Third Man (1949, Carol Reed)
Johnny Come Lately (1943, William K. Howard)
Mister 880 (1950, Edmund Goulding)
Beethoven’s Eroica (2003, Simon Cellan Jones)
Katyn (2007, Andrzej Wajda)
Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004, Brad Silberling)
Mean Girls (2004, Mark Waters)
The Neverending Story (1984, Wolfgang Petersen)
The NeverEnding Story II: The Next Chapter (1990, George T. Miller)
The Thief and the Cobbler (Richard Williams)
Osmosis Jones (2001, myriad directors)
Megamind (2010, Tom McGrath)
Ghost in the Shell (1995, Mamoru Oshii)
Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence (2004, Mamoru Oshii)
Steamboy (2004, Katsuhiro Otomo)
Badlands (1973), Terrence Malick
Wargames (1983, John Badham)
By the White Sea (2022, Aleksandr Zachinyayev)
White Moss (2014, Vladimir Tumayev)
The Theme (1979, Gleb Panfilov)
The Duchess (2008, Saul Dibb)
Bed and Sofa (1927, Abram Room)
Fate of a Man (1959, Sergei Bondarchuk)
Ballad of a Soldier (1959, Grigory Chukhray)
Uncle Vanya (1970, Andrey Konchalovskiy)
An Unfinished Piece for Mechanical Piano (1977, Nikita Mikhalkov)
Family Relations (1981, Nikita Mikhalkov)
The Seagull (1970, Yuli Karasik)
My Tender and Affectionate Beast (1978, Emil Loteanu)
Dreams (1993, Karen Shakhnazarov & Alexander Borodyansky)
The Vanished Empire (2008, Karen Shakhnazarov)
Winter Evening in Gagra (1985, Karen Shakhnazarov)
Day of the Full Moon (1998, Karen Shakhnazarov)
Zero Town (1989, Karen Shakhnazarov)
The Girls (1961, Boris Bednyj)
The Diamond Arm (1969, Leonid Gaidai)
Operation Y and Shurik's Other Adventures (1965, Leonid Gaidai)
Ivan Vasilievich Changes Profession (1973, Leonid Gaidai)
Unbelievable Adventures of Italians in Russia (1974, Eldar Ryazanov & Franco Prosperi)
Office Romance (1977, Eldar Ryazanov)
Carnival Night (1956, Eldar Ryazanov)
Hussar Ballad (1962, Eldar Ryazanov)
Kin-dza-dza! (1986, Georgiy Daneliya)
The Most Charming and Attractive (1985, Gerald Bezhanov)
Autumn (1974, Andrei Smirnov)
War and Peace: Part 1 (1966, Sergei Bondarchuk)
War and Peace: Part 2 (1966, Sergei Bondarchuk)
War and Peace: Part 3 (1967, Sergei Bondarchuk)
War and Peace: Part 4 (1967, Sergei Bondarchuk)
The Red Tent (first half) (1969, Mikhail Kalatozov)
The Red Tent (second half) (1969, Mikhail Kalatozov)
Sherlock Holmes: The Hound of the Baskervilles (1939, Sidney Lanfield)
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1939, Alfred L. Werker)
Sherlock Holmes and the Voice of Terror (1942, John Rawlins)
Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon (1943, Roy William Neill)
Sherlock Holmes in Washington (1943, Roy William Neill)
Sherlock Holmes Faces Death (1943, Roy William Neill)
Sherlock Holmes: The Spider Woman (1944, Roy William Neill)
Sherlock Holmes: The Scarlet Claw (1944, Roy William Neill)
Sherlock Holmes: The Pearl of Death (1944, Roy William Neill)
Sherlock Holmes: The House of Fear (1945, Roy William Neill)
Sherlock Holmes: The Woman in Green (1945, Roy William Neill)
Sherlock Holmes: Pursuit to Algiers (1945, Roy William Neill)
Sherlock Holmes: Terror by Night (1946, Roy William Neill)
Sherlock Holmes: Dressed to Kill (1946, Roy William Neill)
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Bruce, high on painkillers, is being babysat by Jason. Jason has to do an emergency Red Hood thing, and lacking an alternative, slaps a stock domino on Bruce and drags him along.
Bruce proceeds to say/do the most unhinged shit. The goons are suddenly viscerally aware of where Hood got it from.
WOW okay you guys are unhinged, you know that?
(And I love it <3)
A/N: I fully intended to write a crack fic, but the feels crawled in through the plot holes I missed and made their homes in the heart of the story. Also I don't know what you mean by 'stock domino' so I'm assuming it's one of those dollar store ripoffs.
(TW: Accidental overdosing on painkillers, mentions of blood, Jason's usual level of swearing, some goons almost dying but like in a funny way.)
Word Count: 2328
Jason wants to scream.
Like, let it rip out on an abandoned cliff in the howling rain kinda scream.
But no, he's stuck babysitting Brucie Wayne who accidentally OD'd on fucking painkillers after trying to treat himself in Alfred's unfortunate absence (how does that even happen?!).
Dick and Damian are out doing some brotherly-bonding thing, Tim's with the Titans, Duke and Cass are at the movies, and Steph has declared herself "not one of Bruce's kids." Leaving Jason as the only one free to look after their "Dad".
Jason pushes Bruce down on the Batcave's gurney for the billionth time after he attempts (keyword: attempts) to walk again, scowling. None of them are getting any waffles from me again. Or pancakes. Or scones. Or anything I make for them out of my sweet, kind heart. Those little shits.
Jason puts two fingers on Bruce’s wrist, checking his pulse. His skin is cold and clammy, breathing slow, but at least he’s not vomiting anymore. He sighs, collapsing on a chair beside Bruce. He's tired. So fucking tired.
Just as Jason's eyes flutter shut for a moment, the Batcomputer's alarm suddenly blares.
Bruce shoots up, shouting, "ALARM!"
Grumbling, Jason drags himself to the computer, pushing Bruce down along the way. He opens the glaring red notification, brows creased.
Black Mask's goons have intercepted some military shipment...
"Ugh..." Jason groans, and moves to put on his helmet (he never changed out of his costume), checking his guns, when a sudden crash from behind him snaps his attention to the man-child he's supposed to be babysitting.
Bruce has stepped off the gurney and collapsed face-down on the med bay's floor.
He can't just leave him there, can he?
Jason considers his options: He could either strap Bruce to the gurney and leave (in which case Dick will have his head), or he could take Bruce out on the streets with him (in which case Dick will absolutely want to murder him.)
Jason smirks. It’s obvious which one’s the right choice.
Ten minutes later, Jason’s riding through the city at over a hundred miles per hour, with Bruce strapped to the backseat of his motorcycle. Bruce is wearing a dollar store ripoff of the Robin domino and a Robin-themed cape made of Tim’s bedsheets, looking absolutely ecstatic at the high speed.
They arrive at the warehouse where Black Mask’s goons have transported their stolen goods, parking in a shadowed spot a building away. Jason gets off, helping Bruce onto his feet, and says, “Now, I’m going to go shoot some people, you stay hidden and quiet, got that?”
“Guns are bad,” Bruce replies, holding a finger to Jason’s helmet. “Just like clowns. And ducks.”
Raising an eyebrow, Jason shakes his head. He doesn’t have time for this right now.
Jason quickly scales the nearest building, grappling to the roof of the warehouse. He peeks in through a hatch in the roof to survey the area. There are about a dozen armed goons, none of them looking very bright. There are 4 crates they’re guarding, likely filled with ammo.
Cocking his guns, Jason jumps down through the hatch, landing right in the middle of the warehouse with a ‘thud’ sound. “Surprise,” He grins, raising his guns.
“Aye, that’s Red Hood, ain’t it?” Comes a goon’s terrified voice. The others around him immediately aim their guns at Jason— they’re clearly untrained.
Suddenly there’s another thud behind him. “That’s a bucket, you morons!” Comes a too-familiar, slurred voice. Jason turns around to come face-to-face with Bruce, eyes wide.
In a fight with any real criminals, this distraction would have cost Jason his life. But luckily these adorably clueless goons are just as shocked as him.
Unfortunately the distraction only lasts for a few seconds. Jason immediately jumps into the fight, shooting three goons in the kneecaps and dodging a few bullets. From the corner of his eye, he sees two more goons running out the door, crying. He punches another guy in the face, instantly knocking him out, and is about to turn back to check on Bruce when suddenly something hard collides with his skull.
Jason staggers slightly, trying to regain his balance, when he sees a goon holding a giant stone, wearing a proud grin.
Fuck, his helmet’s probably busted…
Then suddenly Bruce is running towards the goon, hands fisted and veins popping, screaming, “NO ONE HURTS MY SON!”
Then Bruce’s fist collides with the goon’s with a sickening crunch, splattering blood across the floor as the man crumples to the ground. Bruce doesn’t stop there, and continues to beat him up, yelling profanities.
It warms Jason’s cold, (un)dead heart to watch that— to see his Dad fighting for him. It’s like they say, you’re most truthful when you’re drunk— or high. This is how much Bruce loves him.
Then another thought strikes him— Bruce is going to regret being this violent when he sobers up. It’s going to claw at him, tear him up, and he’s going to compartmentalize and end up punishing himself by overworking.
Jason rushes forward, pulling Bruce off of the man. “B— Robin, stop!” He shouted, looking into the man’s domino-covered eyes.
Bruce’s brows furrow. “Robin?”
Jason points to Bruce’s Robin-themed cape and stock domino.
“Ah.” Bruce nods, pulling away. “You okay? Did you see any duck?”
“Duck?” Jason pauses in confusion. But before he can question it farther, he spies the three remaining goons using a ladder to climb up through the roof of the warehouse, trying to escape.
“Stay here. And do not move.” Jason orders Bruce, and runs after them.
He makes his way up the ladder as fast as he can , exiting under the polluted night sky. The goons, the ridiculously stupid goons, are standing around the edge of the roof, trying to figure out how they’re going to get down.
He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this ridiculous shit.
Actually, scratch that, he doesn’t get paid at all.
“Wow, you guys are pathetic,” Comes Red Hood’s robotic voice, startling the goons, and one of them accidentally topples over the edge, screaming. Jason ensures that the guy’s hanging on tight— he can wait.
He cocks his guns, aiming both at the two standing goons. Both men are trembling with fear, hands up in surrender. “Hood— Mr. Hood, please—” One of them squeaks, but one look from Jason shuts him up.
“Please. Mr. Hood was my father,” Jason quips, his robotic chuckle sounding sinister.
That’s when he hears another voice behind him (again)— “But I’m your father.”
Jason jumps, whipping around. “How did you— I didn’t even hear you come!”
Bruce just shrugs innocently, waving his bloodstained hands at the terrified goons.
Then Jason hears the distinct sound of a gun being cocked. From the corner of his eye he sees the bolder of the goons, the one that had spoken before, taking aim.
“DUCK!” He yells, falling out of the way.
Instead of dodging, Bruce falls into a defensive stance, looking around frantically. “Where?!”
The bullet barely misses Bruce’s ear as he turns his head.
Jason has had it with sky-high Bruce now. Annoyance rising, he quickly shoots the two goons in the kneecaps, forgetting about the one hanging off the edge, and stalks up to Bruce, glaring.
“What is up with you and ducks?!” He demands, his voice raised.
“Ducks are evil,” Bruce spits, nose wrinkled. “Just like clowns. And bats.”
Jason’s brows raise. “Bats are evil?”
“Yeah, duh, that’s why everyone’s scared of Batman.” Bruce rolls his eyes, his drawl sounding too much like Steph. “Bats are scary.”
“You really took ‘become what you fear’ too literally, huh?” Jason snorts, putting his guns back in their holsters. Then he takes off his helmet, checking the damage— just a slight crack at the back. Not too bad.
“You know, I fell into a hole and into a cave when I was a boy and a dozen bats attacked me. I nearly died.” Bruce continues, gesturing towards the air with his hands.
“Yeah, right.” Jason shakes his head, chuckling. “Now come on, we gotta get you back.”
That’s when another voice rings out, high-pitched and scared. “Um, Mr. Hood? Please HELP! Please, please, please—”
Jason’s attention snaps to the corner of the roof— ah, right, the goon’s still hanging off the edge, isn’t he?
He grumbles, making his way over, and squats above the man, shaking his head. The man below him looks like he’s pissed himself, face ashen, tears running down his cheeks, muttering, “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die…” On repeat.
“I’ll pull you up on one condition,” Jason looks down at him, voice low. “Never become a gun for hire again. If I see you fighting on the streets…” He pulls out his gun.
“No, no, I won’t, I swear…” The man whimpers, eyes squeezed shut. Jason sighs, and grabs the man by the collar and hauls him up. He crumples onto the roof, curling into a ball.
“Take out your phone and dial 911, tell them you’ve been naughty,” Jason orders, his gun pointed at the man’s head. (What? A guy needs to have some fun.)
The man whines, and immediately obliges.
“Pathetic,” Jason ties the man up quickly, and makes his way over to Bruce, who was sitting on the floor of the roof, taking apart some random crushed handphone he’s found.
“Get up, old man. GCPD will be here soon. We’re going home.” He pulls Bruce up, ignoring how he longingly stares at the dismantled phone.
The two of them grapple down from the roof, landing safely on the pavement. As they walk towards his bike, Bruce says, “Did you know I ate a phone once?”
Jason stumbles slightly. “What?”
“Tasted nice. Like electricity. Crackle-y.” Bruce hummed, his face straight (as straight as someone dating Superman could be). He isn't kidding.
That, or he's delusional.
“Don't try it. You might turn into a computer or something.” Bruce nodded very seriously.
“Oh god,” Jason snorts. “I'm so glad my helmet’s recording all this. Perfect blackmail material.”
“Black's a very, very pretty color.”
Jason rolls his eyes, revving the motor, making sure Bruce is safely strapped onto the backseat behind him. “You're just emo.”
“What's emo?” Bruce raises an eyebrow, words slightly slurred.
“Y'know, when people wear all that black makeup, skinny jeans, with hair covering their eyes.” Jason explains, putting a spare helmet on Bruce's head. “And listen to, like, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco. The Emo Trinity.”
“Oh, oh!” Bruce's eyes sparkle. “Dickie used to do that! He went to a My Chemmy concert once, but he didn't want me coming along.” He pouts.
Jason thinks of all the times Gerard Way has shoved a mic down his throat and grabbed his junk. “Yeah, I wonder why.”
Then he turns around to look Bruce in the eye. “But, Golden Boy was emo? Seriously?”
Bruce just smiles and nods, saying, “Now go.”
“Going,” Jason smirks and speeds down the streets of Gotham city, not slowing down until their surroundings change from shitty apartment buildings and broken street lights to the eerie quiet of Bristol. He can see the Manor in the distance when he takes a hidden turn, straight down the road that leads to the Batcave.
He pulls into the underground ‘garage’ section of the Cave, parking his bike before helping Bruce off. As he removes Bruce’s ripoff domino and “cape”, he says sternly, “Now, you tell no one of what we did today, got that? Not a soul.”
Bruce just flashes a thumbs-up and smiles in the most un-Bruce-like way possible. It’s a little creepy, honestly.
“And even if you remember this once you sober up you won’t talk, because you swore on your soul not to tell.”
“Mhm. Kay.”
“Good.” Jason smiles slightly, helping Bruce back to the gurney, making him lie down. He checks him over for any symptoms that the painkiller overdose is making his health worse. His skin’s still cold and clammy, but his breathing’s more steady. His pupils aren’t as small anymore, and he’s way more responsive than he was an hour ago.
Huh. Maybe all he really needed was some exercise.
Jason sits down beside his father, taking a deep breath. “Hey, uh… Did you really mean that, back there? That… That I’m your son?”
Bruce’s brows furrow. “Yes, who else’s son would you be? Superman’s?”
A short laugh escapes Jason. He moves closer to Bruce, lying down so his head is resting beside the older man’s. “I just…” He sighs, unable to form the right words. “I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but… I love you, Dad.”
“Aww, Jaybird…” Bruce’s hand moves sluggishly to cradle Jason. “I love you so much more than you could ever imagine.”
A small smile plays on Jason’s lips as he closes his eyes, leaning into his Dad’s touch. Maybe… maybe babysitting a high Bruce isn’t so bad.
[BONUS!!!]
Dick walks into the infirmary nearly an hour later with Damian trailing behind him, intending to check up on Bruce. He’s been ringing Jason’s phone for a while now, but he hasn’t been picking up. And… Honestly, Dick’s getting worried.
“Tt. I knew we shouldn’t have left Father’s safety in the hands of an incompetent fool such as Todd,” Damian frowns, scowling.
“No, no, it’s probably just a misunderstanding,” Dick tries to reassure his baby brother, but he picks up his pace. “I mean, we both know what Jason’s like. One moment he’s nice, one moment he’s—”
His voice trails off as he sees Jason sitting on a chair beside Bruce, who’s on the gurney— both asleep, with Jason’s head resting on Bruce’s shoulder, and Bruce cradling him.
“Aww, Little Wing…” Dick smiles, pausing. Even Damian freezes behind him. Dick steers him away, back into the main house, so as to not disturb the sleeping pair. “Yeah, they’re okay. Nothing bad happened.”
#Jason being a little shit who just wants to piss Dick off at first but really gets into the feels by the end#Also Jason didn't consider that to use the helmet's footage of tonight as blackmail he'll have to admit to the fam#that he bought a sky-high Bruce#(who he was supposed to be babysitting)#out into a gunfight#jason todd#bruce wayne#batman#batfamily#red hood#batfam#dick grayson#damian wayne
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heyyy it's the tropes jason anon again back at it with a new question! what quotes from the comic books would you say describe jason & his philosophy well? thank you so, so much for helping me out ❤
Hi again Anon!
Full disclosure here; I don't think Jason has been written consistently enough over the years to necessarily have one set, inarguable philosophy. But I do think there are certain themes that carry through.
So;
Red Hood: Lost Days #3
This is, notably, the first time Jason kills. (I'm not including Garzonas, which is debatable, or the Cheer incident, which is a retcon) He finds out his hand-to-hand teacher has a barn full of drugged children about to be sex trafficked. The cops and politicians are in on it, making lawful justice extremely unlikely, but taking out one man takes out the system. Jason crosses that line for the first time because nobody else is there to stop it, and this is the most practical route.
He does not see it as "murder" because he feels it was deserved.
Red Hood: Lost Days #4
After that line has been crossed - as Talia points out here - a pattern emerges. It's notable that Jason does not kill all his dubiously skilled teachers, only the ones he deems the worst of the worst - people deliberately and repeatedly harming everyday people, especially children.
Jason reiterates this in his famous utrh speech. He's not talking about killing every rogue, every criminal. He's talking about killing the worst of the worst, the people who can finagle their way out of the system, the people the system fails to catch.
Under the Red Hood
It would be remiss of me not to include that one time Jason killed a nazi. Good for her dot gif.
To Jason, these people are beyond the regular means of justice, so he provides his own. He stops them from hurting anybody else.
This is not an exclusively post-resurrection opinion of his, either. Jason expressed similar thoughts during his Robin run.
Batman #422 (thank you @benbamboozled 😘)
This woman, Judy, baited her sister's murderer into attacking her too and then slits his throat. She's unrepentant, and Jason agrees with her decision. (Bruce, for the record, gives a speech on how "nobody is above the law" which is. An interesting stance for an illegally operating vigilante to take lmao)
It makes sense to me that Jason, as someone who has seen the system fail repeatedly (both as a civilian and as a hero), would have those kinds of doubts. The system doesn't always work. The system often fails the most vulnerable people.
When Bruce was failed by the Gotham justice system, he became his own extra-judicial system. When Jason is failed by both the justice system *and* Bruce's own vigilante system? Why wouldn't he do the same.
Unfortunately, this thread is mostly dropped for a while with the wave of writers who either actively hate Jason and try to make him capital E Evil or who are playing shameless self insert with him, but there are two more recent panels that I want to include too;
Task Force Z #12
So, in TFZ, Jason pushes who he thinks is Bane off a roof for killing Alfred. It... is not actually Bane, but instead the brainwashed former corpse of Gotham re-reanimated via comicbook science and. You know what, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that Jason regrets killing Gotham because he didn't deserve it, but reiterates that he will kill the real Bane if he gets a chance.
Jason sees killing as something he can do that others can't, that others maybe *shouldn't* have to do.
The Joker: The Man Who Stopped Laughing #8
And finally, I adore this little beat in JTMWSL. This is something Jason thinks about. He's not just some brute that doesn't understand that "killing is bad". He thinks about it, reads theory about it. He sees that between the black and white, there are many, many shades of gray.
He understands that people who don't kill with their own hands aren't necessarily good people - like these cops here, gleefully waiting for him to be killed in prison. And that the people who *do* get their hands dirty aren't necessarily the bad guys - like poor Judy.
And I think he probably varies where he places himself on that scale at any given moment.
#I'm sorry anon none of these are strictly speaking quotes but this is what I've got lol#jason todd#asked and answered#long post#my meta
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The Loop [Save it for Later]
Batmom x Batfamily
Prompt: Why is this happening? Why won't it stop?
Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
TW: DARK THEMES AND DEATH
It was sitting right there. That object, the cause of all of this. It was right there, but why couldn't they get to it. They could all see if from the corner of their eyes, but something kept them from getting close to it. "We were all touching it the first time. The first loop, we all touched it." Stephanie said as she glanced at it.
It looked like a creepy item you would find in a fortune teller's shop. A hand holding up a crystal ball. It didn't seem too threatening when they took it from the league, but now they wished they hadn't. "What about Constantine? Before we all passed out, he was talking to...it." Jason said then shivered. That voice was bone chilling. It was nothing like they've heard before.
"The only way we will know is if we summon him again." Damian said and went to get the paint that was in the same spot as it was the previous day. As usual, you were oblivious to what was happening in the Batcave.
After they quickly drew the symbol, John wasn't far behind. Instead of his previous attire, he was wearing nothing but his underwear and bunny slippers. "Now what the hell is this? You couldn't wait for me to put on my coat?" John asked as he tapped his foot. Each tap caused the slipper to make a little squeak.
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After briefing John on what's happening, Bruce led him over to the computer where they watched you move around the kitchen for what felt like the millionth time, "So she has no clue at all. She's the only one besides Alfred who is unaware of this loop?" John asked as he tightened the robe that he was given.
"She figured it out the third time, but it didn't help." Bruce said and painfully relived the nightmare of watching his plane explode with his wife inside of it. He didn't think he would ever be able to get over this.
Unlike the Batfamily, John was able to look directly at the object. He knew what it was, and he knew what was real and what wasn't. He's seen this kind of object before. In Hell, "Well what you have here is a demon, mate." He explained, and walked over to the object, "This bastard is trying to kill you by making you relive your most terrible fear. It seems you all share the same fear." He said with a small smirk.
"How is making us witness Ummi's death going to kill us?" Damian asked while crossing his arms. This should have been impossible to believe, but after everything they've been through...it was quite easy to believe.
"That's the fun part, you should all be dead by now. After seeing her get killed the first time, you would have slowly lost your minds and..." John ran his finger across his throat then winced, "Someone else is making you relive this day over and over." John knew it was possibly him doing. He just didn't know how.
"Tell me more about this music box."
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Upstairs, you were humming softly while setting up the dining table. As you set the plate of pancakes down, you let out a soft scream when you saw your hands covered in blood. Then you felt sharp pains in your chest. As if you were being stabbed.
"Ummi?" You turned around quickly thinking Damian was behind you, but you saw nothing but a wall. What the hell was that? You looked back down to your hands and saw nothing. You slowly backed away from the table and hugged yourself. That felt too real. You could feel the wetness of the blood, and how warm it was. You heard Damian's voice as if he was right behind you. He had to have been...
Then a sickening laugh echoed through your head, and you felt your entire body tense up.
"Mrs. Wayne? Are you alright? You are as pale as a ghost." Alfred said as he walked into the dining room to join the family for breakfast. He made his way over to your side, and rested a hand on your back in case you lost your footing, "Would you like me to fetch Master Wayne?" He asked, growing more and more worried for you.
"N-No. I'm fine. I guess all the cooking made me feel a little warm." You said and gave him a small smile. Alfred looked at you unsure, but helped you sit down in your seat at the dining table, "Give me a minute, I'll be alright." You mumbled and let Alfred pour you a glass of water. Alfred wasn't paying attention or he would have seen your head drop for a moment before you sat up...oddly straight.
"I'm going to get Bruce, and the children." You said and stood up. It felt like something was guiding you to the Batcave.
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"My darlings, it's time for breakfast."
John was the first to make eye contact with you, and he could tell something was off. Your posture was too...perfect, and the smile on your face wasn't a normal smile, "No one leaves this cave." He said and held his arms out to stop anyone from getting close to you, "They're not hungry love. Why don't you pack it up for later?" He said, and watched your smile drop.
"It's time for breakfast, they need to eat. You need to leave." You said and stepped closer to the group. John kept himself between you and your family, "Leave John, there's nothing for you here." John chuckled and his hands started to glow softly.
"Why don't you let Mrs. Wayne go, and show us your ugly face? Or are you too afraid? They know what they have to do to stop you. I know I'm the one keeping them in this loop. It must piss you off." John could see your face contort into one of anger.
"They'll never get the chance!" Your body then dropped...and you were dead. No stab wounds, or bullet holes. No signs of heart attack. You were just gone.
"Listen, you have to destroy the crystal. That demon will take her body again, and the next loop, she'll stop you from getting to that ball." John said and made his way over to a table where the music box had suddenly appeared, "Whatever you do, don't let her stop you. Stop this madness." John said as he started winding up the music box. He watched each Batfamily member drop to the ground.
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"Again, you lost them again?"
"This time was intentional. It's pissed."
"Duke, make sure we're ready to handle any medical emergencies."
"On it."
"Once more. Once more..."
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The Playlist™
My 12 hour Batfam playlist (with repeating songs!)
The repeating version has 200 songs and is 12 hours. Non repeating has 167 songs and is 9 hours and 54 minutes.
I am so sorry to whatever poor souls are reading this just trying to find good songs for their faves
@batfambrainrotbeloved it’s done
The bat-playlist from hell is under the cut
Alfred
Be our guest
Let it be
Sweet caroline
You are my sunshine
God is really real
Istanbul (not Constantinople)
50 ways to say goodbye (him faking Bruce’s death when he went training)
What was I made for
No time to die
James Bond theme
I got you
Child of Mine
Little Lion man
You’ll be in my heart
Never grow up
Edelweiss
Baby mine
Friend like me
My heart will go on
Bruce
Never grow up
Everything has changed
I hate it here
I look in people’s windows
imgonnagetyouback
Karma (AJR)
Humpty Dumpty
Inertia
Two birds
Cat’s in the cradle
Song for Orphans
Tears in heaven
Heart of stone
Robin
Whatever it takes
ocean eyes
Migraine
I’ll make a man out of you
Under the Sea
Beautiful Boy (darling boy)
Babs
The story of us
Just a girl
Clara Bow
Role Models
Break my face
The DJ is crying for help
Little miss perfect
She used to be mine
Mastermind
Pretty distraction
So high school
How did it end
Fight song
You should see me in a crown
The man
Runs the world (girls)
I bet you think about me
Inertia
Ours
Part of your world
Dick
I can do it with a broken heart
Touchy feely fool
Never grow up
The Bolter
Surface Pressure
You’re on your own, kid
Because of you
Karma (AJR)
Way less sad
Perfect (simple plan)
Father of mine
This is me trying
Count on me
The Greatest Show
No way
Mr. Perfectly fine
Dancing Queen
Show and Tell
How far I’ll go
Used to be young
Cass
Who’s afraid of little old me
Cassandra
The Albatross
Father of mine
You’re on your own, kid
Heart of stone
Fight song
Everybody wants to rule the world
She used to be mine
Family Line
Because of you
Roar
You should see me in a crown
I won’t
When will my life begin
The prophecy
I hate it here
Speechless
I’ve got a dream
Blackbird
Jason
The Prophecy
Mr. Perfectly fine
Better than Revenge
I did something bad
My tears ricochet
Vigilante shit
You’re gonna go far, kid
Time of dying
Deja vu
good 4 u
Because of you
Father of mine
These boots were made for walking
Fuck you
One way or another
Bang! Pow! Boom!
Be prepared
One jump ahead
Vampire
I think I’m gonna like it here (baby jason needs a song)
Steph
Record Player
Turning out Pt. II
The Dumb Song
Just a girl
Cardigan
The Man
But daddy I love him
the manuscript
Guilty as Sin?
Father of mine
Dead!
Teenagers
You’re on your own, kid
Mr. Perfectly Fine
High school sweethearts
Drama Club
My Play
Devil Town
This is love (air traffic controller)
I won’t say (I’m in love)
Tim
Ur gonna wish u believed me
Yes I’m a mess
Karma (AJR)
Mastermind
Don’t blame me
Fool
Wow, I’m not crazy
Humpty Dumpty
Good 4 u
Pretender (Acoustic)
Mister Cellophane
Come hang out
Let the games begin
Heart of stone
brutal
Deja vu
Every breath you take
The sound of silence
Go the distance
Viva La Vida
Duke
Here comes the sun
Walking on sunshine
I see the light
How do I say goodbye
The Prophecy
Turning out
Sunshine lollipops and rainbows
Teenagers
Our song
Demons
I’m still standing
Waiting on a miracle
I’m not famous
Paper rings
We didn’t start the fire
Everybody dies
What was I made for
I’ll follow the sun
Sunflower
Into the Unknown
Damian
Insane
Oh no!
Surface Pressure
Control
The good part
Role models
Mother knows best
Bad guy
What else can I do
Devil Town
Bones
Rät
Maniac
Losing my religion
(Don’t fear) The Reaper
Heathens
Pumped up kicks
Go the distance
A whole new world
I just can’t wait to be king
#damian wayne#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#dick grayson#barbara gordon#cassandra cain#jason todd#stephanie brown#tim drake#duke thomas#playlist#batfam playlist#batfam#batfamily#this took way too long#i have a problem
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batfam incorrect quotes (from perchance)
*talking on the phone*
jason: Remember how I said that cass and I were gonna have a calm night out for once?
silena: Yeah…
jason: Well, we’re in jail.
silena: *hangs up*
damien: dick, you risked your life to save me!
dick: And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.
tim: Yeah I'm LGBT.
tim: cuLt leader.
tim: God hates me personally.
tim: cowBoy hat.
tim: *sniffles* Trying my best.
cass: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.
steph, about cass: Can I tell them they look nice?
dick: Sure.
steph: Can I tell them I respect them?
dick: Maybe, if they ask.
steph: Should I show them an oil painting I made of us surrounded by our three cats and four dogs?
dick: …
dick: I’d save that for later.
tim: So what’s the plan?
jason: I don’t know. You’re smart, *points at cass* they’re mean, come up with something.
*at 3am*
cass: *runs into silena’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!
silena: *wakes up* Dude!
cass: *cackles*
bruce: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind silena* What the fuck, cass?
cass: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-
silena: So, kate is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.
babs: Why?
silena: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.
kate, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.
kate: Never gonna make you cry!
dick: Never gonna say goodbye!
kate: Never gonna tell a lie—
damien: I will hurt you.
steph, driving and singing to the Little Einsteins theme song: We’re going on a trip-
harper: In our favorite piece of shit!
babs: Doing 95!
tim: We’re gonna fucking die!
harper: I have an idea.
kate: A good idea?
harper: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
harper: babs, how do you feel about lifting heavy things?
babs: My doctor just said I should avoid—
harper: Being a wuss? I agree.
jason: Where is everyone?
damien: silena had a nervous collapse, alfred is looking after them, kate is trying to kill steph, so I’m in charge.
jason: Oh my god!
damien: I know, right?
babs: If you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I am not. I am out there, very dangerous, and I am looking for you. Good luck.
bruce: babs won’t wake up, what do I do?
steph: Did you try kicking them?
bruce: Yes.
steph: I’m out of ideas.
bruce: I feel like everyone on this island is suspicious, babs. Except you!
babs: But bruce, I think you're suspicious!
bruce: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
*when the Squad drops food*
alfred: Eh, oh well.
cass: FIVE-SECOND RULE!
harper: FUCK!
kate: *just gets more food*
tim: *drops to their knees and mourns the food*
jason: *eats the food off the ground*
tim: dick, please calm down.
dick: I asked for two large fries!
dick: *dumps fries onto table*
dick: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!
tim: I'm not superstitious... But I am a little stitious.
harper: Thanks for not telling bruce what happened.
dick, dumbfounded: I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain this.
cass: How do I make a date really romantic?
silena: Be mysterious.
cass: Okay!
*later, while on a date with steph*
steph: So where are we going?
cass: None of your fucking business.
#batfam#incorrect quotes#dcu#jason todd#catwoman#cassandra cain#damien wayne#dick grayson#tim drake#stephanie brown#bruce wayne#barbara gordon#kate kane#harper row#alfred pennyworth#batman#robin#nightwing#red hood#batgirl#spoiler dc
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short au based on my sims 4 household, Alfred's an athlete and Artie owns a flower garden-ish themed tea shop.
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You know what would have been funny.
Jason Todd being lactose intolerant.
Like no one would actually expect this big-ass more than 6 foot of a man.
One of the best fighters in his family and the vigilante community. A big eater, a decent sweet tooth and is actually pretty good with spice. But has a fucking weakness for anything dairy.
Would say ‘fuck it’ if it comes to good ice-cream or gelato. But any good cheese in pasta?
Pain in the fucking ass.
Still good if it weren’t for the awaiting sleepover in his beloved bathroom. Which is absolutely hilarious cause it is only you who would figure it out when you notice the pattern of him being in the toilet for 20 minutes.
And him refusing to acknowledge it like you’re telling him he can’t indulge eating a greasy-ass 4 cheese pizza anymore? nor his go-to mac and cheese recipe he perfected with a good ole take-away of Wing Stop???
This would go on for months. No. Forever.
Till he dies again.
Completely convincing himself and you that it is just some stupid worm.
And that’s also a very Jason thing.
He would continually be stubborn and ignore the little lactose pills that would solve all his problems.
Cause he has pride.
A reputation, he says.
He’s a fucking ‘big boy’ he says.
Hell, his family doesn’t even know about it.
Not even Alfred.
So every-time there would be a family dinner in the manor. And the one time it’s Italian cuisine theme. Homemade pasta and different variations of salad. A big plate of fried calamari and special whole roasted chicken. Red sauce, white sauce, oil-base sauce. With complete sides and extra condiments, meaning plates of sliced cheese and shredded.
The fucking variety knowing Alfred.
And then there’s you, encouraging Alfred to add as much parmesan as he wants since you said “Jason loves it the most with that kind of generous amount.”
You knew he was glaring at you, even ignoring him when he pinches your ass. He scoffed at his other siblings who whined on him hoarding all the cheese.
Mind you it was good quality cheese. Imported from Europe, Alfred said. And you even told Jason, cheese from Europe won’t make you shit. You smiled with love to the side-eyeing handsome man; eating his share of plate clean.
#to this day he refuses the pills not because of his trauma but because he hates losing#jason todd will not give up on cheese nor will start drinking almond milk cause it taste shit#everyone has a dirty secret#jason todd rant#jason todd#jason todd x reader#redhood#redhood outlaws#jason todd x y/n#redhood x reader#batfamily#dc x reader#dc universe#jason todd fluff#jason todd drabble
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I read Detective Comics Annual #4 from 1991 recently, which features a potential look at 10 years in the future for Bruce, and it's really interesting seeing the elements that later get iterated on:
Bruce gets his back broken when his line fails and he falls off a cliff. This is pre-Knightfall. Two years later, Bruce will get his back broken in mainline canon.
Tim was the one to rescue Bruce's broken body from the mountain where it fell. It is 10 years in the future and he is still Robin. While Bruce wallows in misery, Tim puts on the cowl. Gotham needs Batman.
Bruce: Button pushers aren't what the city needs right now. And what it needs, I can't give them. Tell Commissioner Gordon that the criminals are right. Batman is dead.
Tim (holding the cowl, wearing his robin costume, in a thought bubble): Is he?
(I have not read Battle for the Cowl yet, but I assume this is giving off Battle for the Cowl vibes.)
After weeks of acting as Batman, Tim is shot and killed by the league of assassins. Grief breaks Bruce out of his stupor and he designs various braces and enhancements so he can become Batman again, eventually going out in a blaze of glory to avenge Tim's death.
I think one of the most interesting things about this annual is the way that Dick is nowhere to be seen, presumably because he was still primarily a Titan's character at the time of writing. But still, considering how integral Dick Grayson is to later iterations of the Batman inheritance plot, reading a story where he's never even mentioned? It just feels very strange.
I think I'd just like to close with this panel. I think it's a really interesting one for Tim. He does not want to be Robin forever, and yet he has been Robin for 10 years. He's afraid to leave Bruce behind. He's afraid of what will happen when he does. He's only been Robin out of universe for a year or so at this point (A Lonely Place of Dying was in late 1989, but he was in training for a while before putting on the cape), but these are questions and themes that will continue to haunt him--as he later tells Dick that he'll put Robin down one day, and as he even later realizes that he can never be able to return to a normal life.
Tim: It's funny, It looks smaller than I remembered. I feel like I'be outgrown this place. I don't want to be Robin forever Alfred...
Tim: ...But I don't want to leave Bruce, either. I love him, Alfred. Almost like he was my father. I'm afraid if I abandon him, he'll die. Do you think he'll make it?
Alfred: He may live, but he'll never be the man he was...
#batman#dc#bruce wayne#time drake#havendance reads comics#bats + birds + affiliated#tim tag#carthago delenda est
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The Scottish Princess, Finan x Reader, Part 4
Warnings: Mature. Minors DNI. Sexual themes. Angst/Sadness/Anxiety. Smut.
“On the bed, sweetheart.”
After you left Alfred’s chamber swiftly, your heart raced and tried to imagine how to reach the cells beneath the palace, a place you had never ventured to before. You weren’t going to give Alfred time to ponder Finan’s release - you needed to see him, and your heart would ache until you did. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears when you darted around a corner, immediately startled by running into Uhtred.
“Uhtred!!! Oh, God… where is he?!” You said as you gripped Uhtred’s forearms firmly.
“Lady, he is alright, only a few bruises. You must not act with haste, it will only anger the King further. Come with me, hm?”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into Uhtred’s sympathetic eyes.
“No, you must take me to him. Please.”
Uhtred sighed and looked around the corridors, and nodded when he knew that no one was watching the two of you. He guided you down a steep staircase with damp walls, only a few torches lighting the path into a dark, desolate area that held cells for prisoners. Uhtred moved stealthily, still managing your surroundings and hoping to not come across one of Alfred’s guards, but if he did, he would try to talk or even fight himself out of it.
Finan was sitting in the cell on the ground, his legs stretched out and back against the cold stone wall as he stared ahead and contemplated. His head turned when he heard rustling, his eye catching sight of Uhtred and then of you behind him. He stood up immediately from his seat, eyes widened as he rushed over, his hands grabbing hold of the bars that caged him.
“Lord!” He rasped out quietly in anger, “Why did you bring her here?!”
Uhtred smirked at Finan as he came closer.
“She is very demanding, Finan.”
Finan’s seriousness diminished and he smiled as you came closer, grabbing his hands in yours tightly as you pressed your forehead to his. Uhtred watched the scene before him, a wave of sympathetic sadness coming over him.
Finan spoke while keeping his forehead pressed to yours, cupping your cheek with one of his shackled hands.
“Lady, you should not be here… you must leave. Go back home… to your father. I will be fine.” He assured you, squeezing your other hand in his.
Tears welled up in your eyes, and your heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. You had never experienced such a feeling before, and it broke you.
“Never… I will not leave.”
Finan groaned. “Uhtred, please… take her somewhere safe.”
You breached from Finan’s grasp, your widened eyes looking to him desperately.
“No! I won’t leave you...”
Finan shook his head at you and looked at you for a moment with a soft gaze, reaching out for your hand again as he pleaded with you.
“Do this for me, will ya? Please.”
Tears fell from your eyes at Finan’s words, and you looked to Uhtred who gave you a nod, then looked between the two of you. Seeing your sadness made Finan’s heart shatter as well.
“Go with Uhtred,” Finan said sternly as he brought your hand up to his lips again. “Go.”
You kept shaking your head as tears continued to fall, and pressed your forehead to Finan’s again through the bars. You cupped his face and kissed him deeply. Uhtred came over to pull you away and you held on to Finan’s hand until you had to drop it as the distance grew between you.
Uhtred guided you back up the stairs, and you couldn’t fathom the feelings that had suddenly come over you and hit you so strongly for this man. You felt entirely helpless, feeling as if you might faint from the rush of emotions.
Finan cursed as you left, feeling helpless as well and his heart stirring with emotions that had long been dormant. He paced the cell for a moment and hoped that you would find the strength to return to Scotland, but silently wished that there was another way so that he didn’t have to suffer the pain of parting from you.
You followed Uhtred to the palace yard as he met up with Sihtric and Osferth, the men returning you to the Inn. Your body was exhausted but sleep escaped you for most of the night as you lay wrapped in Finan’s cloak, comforted by the smell of him and aching to have him beside you.
The next morning you woke early and watched out the window of your room at the Inn as Uhtred confidently strutted back to the palace, praying that he would find a way to rejoin you and Finan again.
Alfred was sitting at his throne, one of the priests discussing something with him as Uhtred approached.
“Lord, may we speak?”
Alfred glared at Uhtred, almost annoyingly, and then nodded. Uhtred spoke confidently.
“You love this woman. But does she not deserve a life outside of being a mistress to you? If Constantin knew of your plight, he would be enraged.”
Alfred nodded, then stood and walked slowly toward Uhtred, his hands cupped together in front of him.
“Uhtred, you have given me further reasons not to trust you or your men. And so I must ponder the necessary course of action… the consequence.”
Uhtred bit his lip as his heart raced with anger, his words sharp.
“Lord, I have served you and continue to serve you. This is the will of the Princess, Lord. And you must honor it. Your denial is fruitless.”
Alfred remained steadfast as he held Uhtred’s harsh eye contact.
“Bring her to me. I will speak with her for the last time, and then Finan will be released… no wergild to be paid.”
Uhtred was taken aback by Alfred’s capricious behavior. He simply turned from Alfred and walked back outside to the palace yard at a steady pace.
Sihtric and Osferth had attempted to cheer your spirits by taking you to the Alehouse, buying you drinks and asking you questions to keep your mind distracted. This plan failed when Uhtred walked through the doors of the Alehouse.
You stood up quickly from the table, walking straight over to Uhtred and grabbing his arms again.
“Lord, what did he say?” You asked impatiently as
Uhtred sighed. “He wishes for you to speak with him once more. Then he will allow Finan to be released.”
Your heart raced, and you immediately sprinted from the Alehouse. Uhtred was in shock at first, then motioned for Sihtric and Osferth to follow as he sprinted to catch up to you.
“She is a mad woman!” Uhtred shouted breathlessly to the men, coaxing chuckles from them.
You entered the hall again swiftly, slamming the doors open and holding your belly as you caught your breath.
Alfred was standing in front of the throne in the hall, and your eyes caught Finan standing before him, still shackled. You took a deep breath, and tried not to look at Finan as you approached the King.
“Lord King,” you bowed, still trying to catch your breath.
Alfred nodded to you, and then glared at Finan.
“Your Highness, you have my apologies. I was mistaken. You may take your leave at any time. Uhtred’s man is free to go.”
You gazed at Alfred in complete awe of his words, holding your stomach again now as you chuckled out of pure relief. Alfred gestured for Steapa to release Finan from the shackles, Finan giving Steapa a wink and Steapa giving him an eye roll back.
You spoke raggedly again at the King.
“Lord King, I am grateful…”
Alfred nodded, his eyes red and slightly watered, but he hid it well. He stood there and watched as you ran over to Finan, hugging him in a tight embrace, then bestowing a kiss to his lips without a single care of who witnessed it. Uhtred, Sihtric, and Osferth had hung back and watched the scene before them, all smiling.
After several mugs of ale in celebration back at the Alehouse, Uhtred insisted that the men begin the journey to Coccham once again, but wondered what destiny had in store for you next.
“Your Highness, what is next on your path?” Uhtred asked with a grin.
You smiled at him, and then looked at Finan. His crinkled, sweet brown eyes looked to you as he smiled and you held his gaze for a moment before looking back to Uhtred.
“I would like to see this place called Coccham, Lord.”
Finan’s heart jumped in his chest. He wasn’t sure what you were to each other, but he assumed that you felt strongly for him judging by the way you fell apart when he was detained. He had tried to bury his feelings for you overnight in his cell, but being apart from you had only made them stronger.
Uhtred laughed and raised his mug. “Allow us to escort you, lady, as your humble servants!”
You chuckled, looking at the men around you clink their mugs together. You begged their attention once again as they settled down.
“I have dismissed my guardsmen back to Scotland. I have no need of them anymore,” you started, the men’s eyes becoming wide as they listened. “If it does not burden you, I wish to create a home in this village of yours.”
Uhtred looked to Finan immediately, witnessing his dark eyes twinkling at your words. Anxiety crept up in Uhtred’s mind, thinking of how your father might react once he heard of his unmarried, royal daughter’s wishes. He stifled his worry for now, raising his mug to you again.
“You are welcome there, lady, and I hope you find happiness,” Uhtred said, “We will leave at first light for Coccham.”
As the Alehouse settled that late evening, the men returned to their rooms at the Inn and you returned with Finan to his.
Finan sighed as he closed the door, then leaned against it as he closed his eyes.
You chuckled at him. “Quite the week, hm?”
“Aye,” he chuckled, coming over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Ya really are somethin’, aren’t you? A fiery little woman.”
You giggled and nuzzled his nose with yours, and Finan gave you a searing kiss.
“I have somethin’ to ask ya,” Finan said as he pulled away, gesturing for you to join him at the table. “Sit with me.”
You nodded and joined him, grabbing his hand from across the table. He seemed deep in thought for a moment before he spoke, his Irish accent lingering on every word.
“You want to travel with us to Coccham and live there. Why?”
You felt like he was interrogating you for a moment, and you took a deep breath before replying.
“Is this not what you want? I suppose I never asked you if you had a wife, or children… I feel foolish. It all happened so fast.”
He chuckled. “No, lady…I don’t have anything like that. But that is everything I want.” He said in a serious tone, looking into your eyes and making your heart race. You hesitated to reply and he grabbed your hand again.
“I would love for ya to join us… And hopefully ya decide to share my bed from now on, Princess.”
You smiled at him. He might have had a vague notion of how you felt about him, but he had no idea just how strongly you felt.
You gazed into his eyes as you licked your lips. “I would delight in sharing your bed, Irishman. Perhaps we could start now?”
Finan’s eyes seared into you as he nodded. “Mmm… Now that I have ya all to myself in here, it sounds like a great idea.”
You could feel your core throbbing already as you stood from the chair, unlacing your dress as you held his gaze. His eyes came down to your breasts as your dress fell to your feet, and you moved on to unlacing the thin shift that graced your bare skin, dropping it onto the floor and stepping out of it. Finan remained seated and gazed over your body, shaking his head before he spoke.
“God help me,” he mumbled in his deep brogue as he took you in. He stood from the chair to come closer to you, his hands coming to your hips, then dragging upwards to cup at your breasts. He grabbed you and pulled you against himself firmly, capturing your mouth in his and seeking entry with his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as he brought his large hand to your arse, squeezing it roughly and then turning you around swiftly. He stroked your entrance with his fingers from behind you, coating your clit in your wetness as he circled it for a few moments, causing your head to fall back into his chest as you moaned. He slid two fingers into your core, pumping in and out slowly, making you ache for more.
“On the bed, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear, giving you a gentle push. You climbed onto the bed on your hands and knees, giving Finan a perfect view and causing him to groan. He worked his armor off swiftly, and you turned around and admired him as he did so, watching his hard cock spring free from his trousers and impatiently waiting to taste him.
You held your hand out to Finan, bringing him closer to the bed but still standing as you gripped at his cock. You began stroking it up and down with your hand as he held your face, kissing you deeply and running his tongue along your lower lip. You knelt down to graze his cock with your tongue, teasing the sensitive spot underneath the head. You wrapped your lips around his cock and started coming up and down on his length, listening for Finan’s moans that were increasing as you took him faster.
“Oh god, woman… be careful,” he groaned, feeling his cock grow harder on your tongue, finding it difficult not to give in.
You chuckled as you continued your ministrations, feeling Finan’s legs become shaky.
“I want you to cum in my mouth first…” You whispered in between strokes and licks. You started to stroke him firmly, sucking at the head of his cock at the same time and watched as Finan bit his lip and tilted his head back, gripping your hair in his hands. You knew he was close to his peak, so you took it upon yourself to grab his hips, allowing him to thrust deeper into your throat. Finan hissed through his teeth at the deeper sensation and let out sensual moans until his hips stuttered, his peak washing over him in waves of heat.
Once he came back to his senses, he gently pushed you backwards and grappled at your legs to position you perfectly for his mouth. He began by leaving wet kisses and love marks on your inner thighs, his hot breath tracing your core and driving you mad.
He finally took his tongue to your slit, alternating between wide strokes with his tongue and suckling at your clit. He then took his thumbs to your entrance, stroking and massaging as he alternated his touch and his tongue. He groaned when he slid one of his long fingers in, then another, stroking them upwards firmly until he heard your breaths quicken.
“Such a pretty sight...you’re so good for me, princess.”
You let out a pleasured moan as he added a third finger, bringing you straight to the edge with his ministrations. You pleaded with him as you got closer to your peak.
“Oh my god… please, Finan…”
Finan gave firmer pressure with the curling of his fingers but continued the agonizingly slow pace, feeling your core quiver and clench on him. He smirked as he saw your chest rise and fall, your brows furrowed and moaning relentlessly. He then quickened his pace with his fingers until you completely fell apart, outwardly soaking his hand and shaking beneath him.
You gasped for air, a warmth radiating across your body as your hips continued to quiver for a few moments at the incredible stimulation. You locked eyes with the Irishman who was still smirking at you, now beginning to stroke his hard cock through your folds. You started to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out just right.
“Finan.. how did you...I… ugh,” you managed to say in between breaths, recovering from the best climax you had ever experienced.
Finan thrusted his cock deep inside you before you could develop a thought, and he brought his mouth to yours again in a searing, desperate kiss.
He groaned and came down to whisper in your ear.
“So petite, and yet ya take me so well...” he growled, then grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders, gazing at the sight of his cock disappearing inside your small entrance. You let out a loud moan at the change in angle and sensation, and this position made his cock brush against the perfect spot in your core firmly, over and over until you were trembling uncontrollably beneath him again.
You closed your eyes as you felt your core winding tightly around his cock, begging another orgasm within seconds. Finan felt you get close to your peak and grabbed your chin with his hand, gently gesturing you to look up to him.
“Mmm, that’s it… are you going to come apart for me?”
All you could muster was a strangled moan turned into a “Yes” as your nails dug into his hips.
“That’s my girl…” he growled, keeping his steady pace and relentlessly bringing you to the edge. Finan groaned as he felt your core clench his cock, making him bite his lip and whimper. Your peak washed over you within seconds, practically begging for his release. He let out a sensual moan as you forced him straight over the edge with you. Finan released himself inside your tight core, but he was still much too aroused to be finished with you just yet.
He placed you on your side as you continued whimpering helplessly, still coming down from your last strong orgasm. He spooned you from behind and grabbed your leg firmly to drape it across him behind you, and his large cock entered you again, causing you to roll your eyes and lean your head against his chest.
He wrapped his arm against you strongly, holding your stomach as he began sinking into your core again slowly.
“Fucking hell,” you whimpered desperately, feeling so warm in your chest and cheeks and so helplessly stimulated that you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to cum on his cock again, which is exactly what Finan wanted. He quickened his pace and held you against him firmly, sucking at your neck and allowing you to hear his sensual moans in your ear. The pressure of his cock against the deep spot on the front wall of your core was too much, and before you knew it, you drenched him again generously and he groaned in pleasure.
“Cum for me,” you whispered to him, gesturing your arm up to wrap around his neck and gripping his hair tightly.
Finan felt deeply flushed as well, completely overwhelmed with strong arousal and sensation, tipping toward the edge of complete bliss. He moaned deeply when the coil finally snapped inside of him again.
He panted breathlessly as you turned to face him, crushing his lips in a searing kiss. Finan brought his sweat glistened forehead to yours as he caught his breath, coming down from his own overwhelming peak. He gazed at you longingly with his deep brown eyes, nuzzling your nose again and giving you a sweet smile. You brought his head to rest on your chest, stroking his hair and running your nails over his back.
Late that evening, King Alfred had gone into his study, his frustration evident in his eyes but his demeanor remained fairly calm. He sat at his desk, taking quill, ink, and paper into his hand. He began writing a letter to your Father, the King:
Your Grace,
I regret to inform you that your Daughter has given her virtue to an Irish outlaw, a man who follows my oathman and who is known to have nefarious intentions. My attempt at halting the faithlessness was unsuccessful. I will require your aid for this matter further.
Alfred of Wessex
>>>> Part 5
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Book 4 of feh is so genuinely important to me. It released during a time of my life where I was struggling with identity and depression. The type where I rather dream all day to feel happy. So it’s story and themes utilizing the alfr and their identities and their conflict with freyja was important to me and helped me feel more comfortable as myself. I genuinely love book 4 of feh for helping me through a tough time in my life
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Penny Poll semi final round 2
Penny Crygor (WarioWare)
Vs
Alfred Pennyworth (DC Comics)
Propaganda under the cut
Penny Crygor (WarioWare)
• https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jv-9tXSNBHc
<- Her theme song
• She's got her hair tied up in braids,
and glasses perched up on her face.
She is a small girl, takin' on a big world,
with inventions she made!
And though her plans may go awry,
she's gonna get back up and try.
Gonna be a shining star, she's going far, Penny!
• she's literally so penny. she's so fun she's an inventor that wants to become a pop star and I LOVE HER
• 1. she's cute as heck
2. she's a mad scientist inventor
3. she's trans-coded as fuck, she wants to be a singer and invented a potion to give herself a singing voice but when her grandpa drank it it raised the pitch of his voice
4. her theme song in Get It Together is AMAZING and her jet tank one ability is really fun
Alfred Pennyworth (DC Comics)
• The most man of all time. He’s a father, he’s a butler, he’s the smartest guy there. Iconic!!
• Honestly, wanted to make sure he made it in for the poll runner. But, he's badass, even if I don't typically go for DC characters.
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Good Luck, Babe! | Ch 1-3 | Ice Cream for Breakfast
{Trigger Warning/Themes Masterlist}
This is split into a billion parts because it's long as hell!
Read on Ao3 to avoid the headache!
The rest of your breakfast went by just like that, with the members of your family begrudgingly finishing their unhealthy breakfasts. Dick volunteered to clean up with Alfred (who was spared your wrath), just to see how many beads it would earn him. The answer, as it turned out, was three.
“Are you sure you don’t have any blue?”
“You’ll take red and you’ll like it.”
Free from dish duty, you took the time to slip on some easy outdoor shoes.
The dewy, early morning grass crunches under your soles as you approached the Wayne family cemetery. Aside from Jason’s empty lot, there was only one non-Wayne buried behind the manor, the grave well tended and resting at the base of a ten year old weeping willow.
A silver spoon clinked and swirled in the crystal parfait cup with each step as you approached, kneeling in front of the grey stone.
“Oreo froyo, with crushed cookie bits and enough cherries to feed a small village.” You presented, placing the offering at the base of the grave. “I can’t believe you’re still terrorizing me with frozen yogurt from the afterlife,”
A breeze comes in, rustling the wispy branches and tendril like leaves.
“Obviously I can’t leave it out here. It might poison a deer or raccoons or something,” You mumble. “But I hope you appreciate the gesture.”
After twelve years, you didn’t have much to say to her anymore. Especially with how frequently you visited. You let the tips of your fingers graze against the letters, carved deep into the smooth stone. Eventually, you sit there long enough that small rocks and outdoor debris press into the skin on your knees. You only feel it when you’re pulled from the trance as Bruce runs his fingers through your hair.
When you can finally bring yourself to look up at him, he reveals the party hat he’d been hiding behind his back with his free hand.
You let out a snort that brings a smile to your face, despite the tears that prick in the corner of your eyes. “I knew I was forgetting something.”
Together, you manage to find a stone that traps the thin string of the paper hat against the earth, leaving it to sit upright with little fear of it blowing away.
Shortly after, you find yourself taking Bruce’s offered hand, nuzzling into his side as he walks you back across the grounds and into the manor.
He couldn’t count on his fingers and toes how many colds you’d gotten from sitting by her side over the years, lost in your thoughts no matter the weather.
It was probably close the same amount he’d gotten when he was your age, grieving the loss of his own parents.
When you’re safely inside, he turns you around by your shoulders at the door of the staircase.
“Go get washed up for your party, your face is all sticky.”
Laughing, you reach up to cover his hand with yours, offering a light squeeze.
Part 4
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Relationships:
Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent Bart Allen & Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent & Cassie Sandsmark Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne background Tim Drake/Tam Fox
Characters:
Tim Drake Kon-El | Conner Kent Cassie Sandsmark Bart Allen jack Drake Dana Winter’s Mia Dearden Martha KentJonathan "Pa" Kent Alfred Pennyworth Damian Wayne Dick Grayson Jason Todd tam Fox Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags:
Fluff and Angst the core 4 are best friends Tim and Kon's complicated best-friends-but-maybe-more dynamic Tim Drake-centric recreational Drug Use mostly just core 4 hanging out and having fun but with an undercurrent of existential dread because Tim knows he's not supposed to be there lots of themes of grief and loss but some happy moments tooTime Travel implied/Referenced Drug Addiction lots more characters have cameo appearances but I'm tagging the main ones set in the UK rather than America
Summary:
It should’ve been scary, being thrown a year and a half back in time with no explanation, but Tim didn’t feel scared. He was in the barn with Bart and it was warm – it had been a warm spring that year, he remembered – and nothing bad had happened yet. If it was a dream, it was a good one.
Seventeen-year-old Tim Drake will stop at nothing to find Bruce, but his quest is put on hold when he wakes up in the past. He’s sixteen again, in a blissful sanctuary from everything that keeps him awake at night. Here, his friends are still alive, and so is his father. And so is Conner, who especially sticks in Tim’s mind: their tumultuous, ambiguous relationship came to an abrupt end when Conner died, and Tim still wishes he’d found the courage to tell Conner how he felt.
But Bruce is absent from the past, too – if this really is the past. To find him, Tim knows he needs to find a way back to the present. But that means giving everything up for a second time, when he’s lost so much already.
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Jason gets de-aged because I've seen fics of Tim or Dick being de-aged, and Bruce losing his memory, but no one has realized the potential for angst if you de-age Jason.
Something was different about Gotham. Sure the streets were relatively the same, but the buildings seemed different. Less run down. Newer.
They passed a fire station that had an electrical board that showed any events, the weather, the time and… the date?
“Holy crow? It’s 2023? Does that mean I– does that mean I time traveled?” That would make him 21– nope, 20 because it was April. His birthday wasn’t for another 4 months. “This is so cool. Can I meet me?” Was he in college? Of course he was, there’s no way he would throw all that away. Did he get another growth spurt? He was probably cool.
“I’m pretty sure you got de-aged, since you’re still wearing your suit. I think if it was time travel you would’ve showed up in your…” Stephanie glanced back at him like she had just realized something, but immediately shot her eyes back on the road “Robin costume.”
Wait. He wasn’t still Robin? A grown adult being Robin did seem kind of silly though. Dick had become Nightwing when he was 18. They kept calling Jason “Red Hood” . Was that what he called himself now? How in the world did he convince Bruce to let him use guns? Why did he use guns?
Steph lifted a finger to her com, “Um..quick question, who’s in the cave right now?”
The question didn’t echo in Jason’s ear so he assumed that maybe she’d switched to a different frequency. Which was kinda rude, but also maybe polite because the reverberation is kinda annoying.
“Ok good, Oracle already filled you in. We’re coming up on the cave, Agent A, maybe you should put a sheet or something over the case.” a pause, “How am I supposed to know? I didn't know you people then.” she looked at Jason again, “He still has the white streak in his hair. If that helps?”
“I dyed… my hair?” He tried to get a glance of himself in the side mirrors and sure enough he had a streak of white near his forehead, “ Cool .”
They got to the cave, which had a lot more bat-themed vehicles than Jason remembered. No duh, it’s been like five years.
They got out of the bike and walked further into the cave. Well, Stephanie walked, Jason waddled because his pants and boots were way too big. She turned around with her phone and took a picture with a shit eating grin.
“What- hey! Delete that!” He reached to grab the phone but she moved it just out of reach. Screw her and her tallness.
“No can do, bitty bird. It’s not often I can get blackmail on the Big Bad Red Hood.”
She was basically a stranger and now she has a picture of him. Sure she was let into the batcave, and Bruce probably trusted her, but that doesn’t mean he was comfortable with her taking pictures of him. Jason’s eyes felt like they were burning in shame.
“Miss. Stephanie, don’t tease Master–” Alfred was cut off by a hug,
“Alfie!” Jason couldn’t see Alfred pale in his arms. Because other than the white streak running through his hair, Jason looked almost exactly how he did before he… left. For Ethiopia.
Alfred wrapped his arms tightly around him. Afraid that if he let go, Jason would run away and he would lose him for a second time. “...Jason.”
Jason shifted in his arms, because hugs with Alfred were never this long, even when he was hugging Dick. Did Jason not see Alfred anymore? Nah, that could never happen. Even if Jason was angry at Bruce (which he couldn’t be for that long) he would still try to see Alfred at least once a week. But the hug felt good.
Alfred cleared his throat before letting go, “Dear god, you are practically swimming in those clothes. I’ll see if I can find something that might fit, Master Jason.”
And before Jason could thank him, Alfred was gone.
He started walking deeper into the cave because if it really was 2023, there’d better be much cooler technology and if there wasn’t, Jason was gonna be really disappointed.
But of course, since Jason was wearing clothes that were meant for someone who was Bruce’s size, he stepped on the leg of his pants and tripped on his boots while trying to catch himself.
“These boots are ten sizes too big.” Jason totally wasn’t whining as he kicked them off and started aggressively rolling up his pant legs, “You could probably put these pants on a giant and they’d still be a nuisance to keep up.”
There was a huff of a laugh that did not sound like Stephanie’s. “Well, you are usually kind of a giant, Jason. You probably scare more badguys than Batman.” There was a teen in pajamas offering a hand out to him, “I’m Duke.”
Jason accepted the hand, “Thanks. It’s nice to meet you, but I don’t think it’s possible to be scarier than Batman.” Who was this kid? He seemed about Jason’s age. Did he know Bruce was Batman? Was he the new Robin?
Duke shifted from side to side, “Yeah, you’re right, I was just trying to start up a conversation.”
Alfred came back into the cave with a pile of clothes in his hands. “After you change, Master Jason, meet me in the medbay. I’m sure Master Bruce will want to run some tests.”
That meant he was about to be poked and prodded. And ever since Jason’s mom died–
No… It can’t end like this… Gotta get you out of here….I’ll save you mom…It’s locked!
“Master Jason?” Alfred had placed a hand on Jason’s arm.
“Thanks Alfred.” Jason took the clothes with shaky hands. That flash of– maybe a nightmare, left him feeling clammy. He could see Stephanie walking over to them and Duke was looking at him with a slight frown. They couldn’t see Jason like this, scared of what his own brain conjured up for no apparent reason. So he quickly headed towards the bathroom to take a shower, to wash away the sweat. Not the fear.
He had… a lot of scars. Scars that he didn’t remember getting. The two most concerning being the one on his throat, and the Y shaped scar running down his torso. If Jason didn’t know any better, he would think it was a scar from an autopsy. But he was very much alive.
Jason peeled his eyes away from the mirror and hopped into the shower. He felt like somehow, he was intruding his own privacy. And he was grateful for the turtleneck that was slightly too big because he wasn’t sure if the scars were something he wanted everyone seeing. Because the clothes he was wearing before seemed to cover them up.
Jason could hear the roar of the batmobile. Bruce . Yeah, maybe things have been kinda rough between the both of them recently, but Jason was confused, and scared, and all he wanted was his dad.
Except by the time Jason had reached the Batmobile, it wasn’t Batman coming out of the driver's seat, it was–
“Dick?” Jason had to do a double take. His costume was a lot more muted. Less blue and more black. Also, since when did Bruce let Dick drive the batmobile?
Two other people were coming out of the batmobile too, but before he could get a good look at them, he was engulfed in a hug. Which was weird. Really weird. Because Dick rarely hugged him.
Dick pulled away, “I forgot how small you used to be.”
“I wasn’t going to point out how old you look, because I’m a nice person, but you look old. ” Even with the mask on, Jason could tell. Well, it was less physical, and more of a vibe. There was a different aura of maturity surrounding his older brother. He seemed to be less of a ball of rage and more… Well, calm.
There was a mumble that came from near the batmobile.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
The kid, who was maybe the same age as Jason. He held himself in a way that screamed, I’m better than you . And he had the Robin ‘R’ on his chest. But the costume held little resemblance to the normal Robin suit. Almost all the colors and light had been stripped from the costume. It fit the vibe of Gotham, but it couldn’t be Robin. He also got a sword. A sword. “Are those my clothes?”
“I dunno. Alfred gave them to me.” Jason pulled the sleeves over his hands and crossed his arms.
Emo Robin was looking at him funny. Jason could see the puzzle pieces clicking into place. Before the look was covered by a look of arrogance, “Tt” and he stalked off.
Dick watched as Emo Robin went to the cave's bathroom, and then looked back to the third person. The girl who had come out of the passenger seat of the Batmobile.
“Remembers. Recognizes.” She shrugged and locked eyes with Jason.
She had a mask in her hands, and was wearing all black with the signature yellow bat. The way she was looking at Jason made him feel like she knew everything about him, but it didn’t feel wrong. If anything, it was kind of comforting. He offered her a little smile.
“I am Cass. Your big sister.”
Jason felt his smile widen even more, “I’ve always wanted a sister.”
She just ruffled his hair in response.
Jason looked back to Dick, “um… where’s Bruce?” Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ask the dude who was almost constantly getting into screaming matches with Bruce where he was, but Dick was driving the Batmobile, which meant they have to have made up in the past 7 years.
“He’s just tying things up with Commissioner Gordon. So he sent us ahead.” Dick gaze was searching his face. “Do you want me to ask him to wrap up sooner?”
As tempting as that was, Jason shook his head, “Nah, he’ll come home eventually.”
Dick opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but then shut it, “I’m gonna go change. I’ll be back.”
That… was probably the most awkward conversation he’s had with Dick. And that was saying something, because that conversation before Dick officially passed the mantle of Robin to Jason had been pretty tense. This was tense in a different way.
“Master Jason?”
“Oh! Right! Sorry Alfie. I’m coming.”
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