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morverenmaybewrites · 3 months

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Domestic Arkham!Jason Todd Headcanons

Y’all ever think about the inherent tragedy of Arkham!Jason craving something as simple as domesticity?

How he craves the comfort of home-cooked meals, but can’t actually eat anything he hasn’t prepared himself. Because during his time in Joker’s captivity, almost everything he was served was either poisoned or rotten, and now every time he eats, it’s like he’s expecting the burn of poison or the flavor of something sour and rotten flooding his mouth.

Can you imagine the frustration he must feel at his inability to share a simple meal with you?

The sudden clench in his gut when he realizes that he wasn’t there to watch you prepare the food, and despite the fact that he trusts you, he can’t help that familiar dread rising in the back of his throat.

Jason tries, for you, he tries.

But there are times, more often than not, when he feels the phantom burn of poison or the flavor of something sour and rotten flooding his mouth–and his body reacts before his mind does.

And suddenly he’s hunched over the sink or the toilet, vomiting out half-digested food, and it’s almost like he never left Arkham Asylum.

Can you imagine the absolute burning jealousy he feels whenever his family interacts with you with an ease he can only dream of?

Maybe it’s a movie night, during one of those rare times when Gotham City didn’t need saving, and there’s Tim and Dick and Barbara piled on the couch. And you fit so well with them–a tangle of limbs and careless laughter at a dumb joke Dick made–that it’s Jason who feels like an outsider.

Jason sits apart from all of you, the only person to pick an armchair instead of the couch, because every time he tries to sit close to someone, all he can think is whether they’re close enough to see his scars.

The table is piled high with snacks, more than the five of you can realistically eat in an evening. There’s popcorn and pizza, mozzarella sticks and pretzels, several bars of chocolate that can only be found in Bludhaven, the air is thick with the smell of grease and cheese dust.

And it’s almost like being a teenager again. Before that night and the Joker and everything else that followed.

It’s almost like being a teenager again, dizzy with the good fortune of being adopted by Bruce fucking Wayne, watching some dumb flick with his siblings when he was supposed to be training. Ordering takeout food and laughing along with Dick at Alfred’s visible disappointment as they stuff their faces.

It’s almost like being a teenager again, but not quite.

Jason watches the four of you pass around a bowl of popcorn, arguing about which genre of movie to start with. But when Barbara tries to hand it to him, he feels a sudden clot of heat in his chest, and he’s already shaking his head before he even knows why.

And he realizes, he’s afraid.

He doesn’t know who made the food or what restaurant it was ordered from, and he is sure if he asks, no one would be able to give him all of the names of people who handled it.

The burn of poison and the taste of something sour and rotten flooding his mouth.

Poisoned cake and rotting rats. The writhing of pale white maggots against bone and glistening meat and gristle.

He doesn’t touch anything for the rest of the evening.

Can you imagine how scared he is?

Jason is so acutely, painfully aware of how exhausting it is to be with him. To be with someone you can’t even share a simple meal with.

And he wonders how long it will be before you get tired of him.

Bruce, after all, had left after he had seen the twisted thing Jason had become.

And if his own father couldn’t even stomach his presence–

And suddenly he’s hunched over again, over the sink or against the toilet, vomiting out half-digested food.

And it really is like he never left Arkham Asylum after all.

This is what he thinks, when he finally collapses on the tiles of your bathroom floor, cold sweat pouring down his face. Your presence hovering over him like a ghost, a thousand apologies pouring from your throat.

But it’s not you that’s the problem, it’s him.

It’s this awful thing in the back of his head, always expecting the next threat, the next injury, the next sick game the Joker has come up with.

It’s the fact that his days with the Joker had left him so twisted and strange that he can no longer fit into a normal life, even when he wants to.

And this is what he thinks, when you catch the way he is not watching the movie at all. But instead he is looking at his family’s faces, his chest pulsing with a jealousy so fierce it might as well have been his heartbeat.

Jason wishes–oh, how he wishes–it was that easy, that simple for him.

You disentangle yourself from his siblings–Dick had already fallen asleep, head lolling heavily on your shoulder, to pad your way to him. You sink down onto the armchair to share it with him, practically on top of him, and he marvels at the way your heat dispels the chill that has crept over him.

Your hands are small compared to his, but they are just big enough that when you lay them atop of his, he does not have to think about whether you can see the scars.

This is what he thinks, on days like these. It is something he always thinks, a small voice in the back of his head that is never silenced.

He doesn't deserve you.

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Thanks to @red--pirate for the idea!

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year

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Brotherly Love Pt.8

Summary: You have finally been introduced to the famous Wayne Galas, and Damian finally says what you've wanted to hear for months.

Warnings: Crowded space.

This is a long chapter, and sadly, the final one. I will be posting short stories about this series, ones that you can interact with! So, just because this is the final chapter doesn't mean it's the end. Series Masterlist

~☆~

You stood in front of a long mirror, staring at the outfit you were wearing.

"Marvelous, Master/Miss Y/N." Alfred complemented you.

"Thank you, Alfred."

"Master Jason is here." He informed you.

"Jason? I didn't even know he was coming."

"He wanted to suprise you." The older man spoke. You followed him out of your room and downstairs to the main lobby, where Jason was wearing a suit and typing away at his phone. Not too long after everything with Arkin went down, you and Jason sat down to get some things off of your chests. The conversation that the two of you shared that night only made you even closer, if that was even possible.

"Master Jason." Alfred spoke, causing Jason to finally look at you. He let a smile fall onto his face as he put his phone in his pocket. He offered you a hand, waiting for you to accept.

"You look..." Jason started, "Great, I'm not good at this. I'm sorry." He sighed.

You let out a breathy laugh at his words. "You don't look too bad either." You spoke, interlocking your arm with his own.

Jason smiled down at you again, which you reciprocated.

"Well, we should get going." Jason mumbled.

"Have fun you two." Alfred chuckled, already opening the doors for you.

"Bye, Alfred!" The both of you spoke in sync, walking down the steps and onto the driveway. Jason was using one of Bruce's cars so that two of you could ride together. He let his arm untangle from your own, and he reached out for the door handle, opening the door for you. You whispered out a quick 'thank you' as he closed the door and ran to the driver's side. Jason waited for you to strap yourself in fully before he twisted the keys in the ignition. The two of you sat in silence, thinking about what you were about to drive to, Bruce and your brothers had given you a vague explanation of what to expect.

"Are you excited?" Jason asked.

"No."

"Me neither, kid."

~☆~

There were cars parked everywhere, and people walking around in expensive clothes. Cameras were going off, and people were yelling. Jason opened your door up for you and immediately hugged you to his body. He remembers the first time he went to a public event with Bruce. Your arms clung to his waist as he tried to get you inside as fast as possible, the mellifluous music getting louder the closer you got.

All of the yelling and camera shutters had stopped as you and Jason walked into the building that everyone was in. It was far more calmer in here.

"You okay?" Jason asked, lightening his grip on you.

You looked up at him before whispering out a "yeah."

The two of you walked to the back of the room, away from people who were walking in and talking to others. On your way over, you made eye contact with Tim, who was talking to Kon and a redheaded boy, you seen him whispered to someone else, then point to you.

You turned away from the boys and continued to follow Jason to where he was taking you. You could hear footsteps behind you but paid no mind. There were a lot of people here.

"Y/N!" A voice called put for you. Both you and Jason stopped to see who it was. Jon came into view, his black hair flopping as he jogged over to you.

"Hello, Jon." You greeted with a small smile.

"Hi, Y/N." He whispered, smiling wider the closer he got. "Jason." He acknowledged, looking up at your brother, who just nodded his head at the younger boy.

"May I join the two of you?" Jon asked, watching your faces. Jason looked down at you and gave a quick nod and a smile before you offered Jon your other arm, the one that wasn't intertwined with Jasons. You looked back at Tim, who was now talking with a blonde haired boy, not paying any mind to the other people around him.

The three of you walked together, making light conversation to catch up from the short time since you had all seen each other. So far, Jason and Tim were the only brothers of yours that you had seen. Your father, Dick, and Damian were nowhere to be found. Or so you thought, Bruce and Dick were actually at the front of the room conversing with almost everyone in the room. It was Damian who was actually missing. Jason excused himself so that he could go get a drink, leaving you and Jon to entertain yourselves.

"Are you thinking about joining your 'family business'?" Jon asked, trying not to seem suspicious to the people around you.

"Do you mean vigilante or assassin?" You whispered under your breath, knowing that Jon was the only one with good enough ears to be able to hear you. The boy let out a short laugh at your words, causing you to let out a small smile. "Like Mr. Wayne and your brothers." He corrected himself.

"I don't know yet, also you don't have to call him 'Mr. Wayne'." You told him.

"I know, but ma and pops told me it's the polite thing to do." He whispered, almost embarrassed to be talking about his mother and father to you. Your eyes softened at his words. Family. A normal, loving family. Jon sensed your change in attitude and looked at you concerned, "Are you oka-" He was going to ask before he was interrupted by another voice. "Excuse me."

You and Jon turned to look at the person, familiar green eyes and dark hair greeted you, Damian.

"I would like to borrow Y/N." He spoke, eyeing Jon.

"Yeah, of course." Jon stammered, starting to walk away before Damian grabbed your arm and walked off. He continued to drag you into an unoccupied hallway, far enough from everyone else. He quickly dropped your arm and paced around the small space, hands running through his freshly cut hair, causing it to become unruly.

"Whats going o-" you spoke, but Damian quickly cut you off.

"Don't speak." He told you, causing you to scoff and cross your arms, "Not yet." He muttered.

You watched as he continued to mutter under his breath, walked around, and ran his hands over his face. Just as you were about to turn and leave, he spoke, "Y/N, please." He whispered, trying to get you to stay. You stared at him curiously, trying to figure out what was going on.

"I don't know how to say this." Damian told you, "I just can't word this properly, and when I do, I just can't say it." He rushed.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." He apologized, catching you off guard.

"I am so, so sorry." He took in a deep breath, "You know i didnt-" You cut him off.

"You still hurt me, so I don't forgive you for yelling at me." You whispered, watching his face closely. The two of you sat in silence, listening to the muffled music and people talking, neither of you knew what to say.

"What made you apologize?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"You hanging out with Todd-" Damian started before you cut him off again. "You're only apologizing because you're jealous?"

"No- well... Yes, because you're my sibling, I should be the one doing things with you." Damian told you.

"He's our brother." You whispered.

"I know you think that, I am so overwhelmed by all of this." He interrupted himself to take in a deep breath. "You accepted them right away, but I am still trying to get ahold of things. He confessed.

You stood there, shocked by his words. "Why didn't you tell me?" You asked.

"I thought i could distract myself with being Robin." He explained, reaching a hand out to rest on your elbows. "I'm sorry." .

You nodded your head and bit at your bottom lip, rapidly blinking your eyes as tears rose.

"I hate you." You giggled out a wet laugh.

"I know." Damian whispered, slightly smiling at you.

"Would you like to be a loner with me, Jason, and Jon?" You asked him.

"Sounds wonderful."

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damianbugs · 4 months

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Hi!! First I just wanted to say your fics have been an inspo for me to write my own fics and I enjoy them immensely. Second, I’ve been wandering something and I want to ask something about how Jason Todd is portrayed after his death.

I don’t really understand why so many just kind of lie? Or exasperate who Jason Todd is and isn’t. Like the Cass and Bruce scene in front of Jason’s grave, or that scene in Gotham Knights where Alfred tells Bruce “Jason was determined to disobey him.” I know out of universe it just has to do with the mischaracterization of Jason but I’m having a hard time on finding an in universe explanation. Is it out of guilt? Out of misplaced love? It’s confusing me a bit

first of all, thank you!! i'm so glad i could inspire you that is truly the highest complement i could receive <3

secondly, this is a really interesting discussion! you're right about how in a meta way it's the deeply routed classism in jasons writing, as well as many writers (example: grant morrison) just really hating jason for some reason and doing everything they can to make him absolutely insufferable. not even in a cool evil villain way, but in an embarrassment point and laugh kind of way.

for the purpose of this discussion lets (with much difficulty) ignore the writers predispositions and implications and just focus entirely on what this means for the characters. it's good you mention the cass and bruce at jason's grave scene, because i think that example alone is a good way to deconstruct some of character's (for this post: bruce's) perspective of jason's death.

to summarise before dumping a billion paragraphs developing the point; let's not dance around it and accept that much of people's understanding of jason's death falls into the victim blaming variety, but in such way that the characters don't seem to realise that's how they perceive him, which is almost worse than them purposely retelling it in such a way. as well as that, aside from this indenial misunderstanding of jason, i think this shows the sort of flaws the other characters have.

Detective Comics #790

at first glance this seems like a really touching and emotional moment where bruce is sharing his grief with cass (especially when the entirety of #790 is about bruce struggling to do just that), but then you really read it and you're like what the fuck... why are we standing in front of this kids grave slagging him off? not only are we hearing all of bruce's regrets about how he raised jason as opposed to his son's actual death, but we are dragging steph into this too.

to bruce, jason's death is an accumulation of everything he let the boy get away with finally reaching it's tipping point. that jason's ambition to "prove something" lead to his seemingly inevitable demise.

now i do think it's important to note that WE (the readers) know jason died saving sheila. that despite being beaten, betrayed and left for dead, he tried to save someone and paid the price for it. no one else knows that, because the two people that did are dead. as a result, bruce is left with the facts that;

prior to his death, jason was acting uncharacteristically (<- important point) violent and aggressive towards himself, borderline passively suicidal. bruce himself acknowledges this.

that jason ran away from home in search of someone who may or may not be his mother. this is because losing his parents is a hurt jason has still not healed from and a topic bruce has handled badly in the past (example: willis todd). jason does not trust bruce enough to tell him about this.

once they find his mother, jason is instructed to not get involved in the joker related problem. to the extent of bruces knowledge, jason reveals himself as robin, and decides to get involved despite the instruction not to. either because he again, didn't trust bruce to believe he would handle it, or that jason was trying to prove something to bruce, to sheila, or to himself.

sheila dies, jason dies and bruce is the only one alive from the tragedy with only half the story.

All of this can be found in A Death In The Family, but I don't feel comfortable sharing panels of it given where the story takes place right now.

bruce spends the next few years blaming himself at any given point, but the blame is misplaced. bruce feels as though HIS negligence of JASON'S personality and HIS allowance of JASON'S freedom as robin is what allowed JASON to go and die. instead of seeing what he knows to be true about jason (his empathy, his kindness, his grief and loneliness) bruce can now only see how his allowance of all these things played a part in JASON disobeying him (whether maliciously or not) and dying.

in short, bruce is projecting big time onto his dead kid.

bruce is, as per usual, coping with loss by antagonising it. he did the same with babs, with steph and later on with damian. for a character like batman, who upon failing immediately turns these losses into lessons (for himself and all those forced to comply), it's the only way he seems to 'move on'. if he can understand that jason died because of all the things bruce let him do wrong, then he can convince himself that the guilt he feels for it is necessary. that jasons death is on him and that it mattered.

unfortunately, in order to do that, bruce is indenial about what he LITERALLY KNOWS ABOUT JASON! it's not like he was an absent father to jason in the slightest. but hey, if he can vitiate jason's enthusiasm to help people as jason's impulsiveness to fight (two things that can be true but not in accordance to the context he describes them in), then the blame is on jason for being brash, and on bruce for being lenient.

he shoots jason in the foot and himself in the knee to keep them both down. because, well, jason's dead anyway, and bruce unfortunately isn't. this is the closest thing they'll get to sharing the truth bruce knows he's missing and he knows it's his fault for favouring the mission of his son — so at the expense of jason, bruce lets them both be the lesson to learn from.

it is why jason is used as a cautionary tale, and why bruce is so unstable on allowing people (especially children) into his life emotionally. the second robin is a lesson for any young vigilante eager to join the mission, and batman's part in the death is a lesson for bruce wayne to... be even more emotionally untrustworthy? instructions unclear.

the final part of the grave scene is also important, because bruce is admitting that he is not so different to jason. that "for some of us [Bruce and Cass] there is no turning back". he is projecting these flaws about jason not only because that's the only way he can cope with jason's death, but he is projecting these flaws because regardless of what actually happened, he (and cass) are destined to meet the same fate. jason died for a multitude of reason that bruce may or may not have caused knowingly, and these reasons only exist because bruce knows them to be true in himself and anyone else damaged enough to find themselves on his side of the blurry line.

so, now looking a bit less zoomed in, i think it's unfortunate that jason's time as robin is often perversed by the people who should know better (bruce & alfred), and while it is bad writing on jason's character, it is great writing to show the flaws in the characters around him.

especially how it shows that grief is not always something that can become healed. bruce's guilt about his parents death amounts to something hopeful (batman), but his guilt about jason's death makes bruce cruel and childish.

tldr: no one knows the true story, so they compensate from what they do know — but by doing so they project and misinform existing characteristics of jason in order to compartmentalise the gravity of his tragic death. bruce is unable to cope normally and everyone is forced to follow the same fate, because batman's lessons are rarely wrong, even if they cause ten other problems and misunderstandings to understand.

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somber-sapphic · 10 months

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If You Can't Handle The Heat

〖Notes: I wrote this because I almost passed out yesterday. Oops. Also, it's been years since I played baseball so please excuse me if I messed up on any rules. Also pt 2 I'm writing this at 2 am so it's probably not great.〗

〖Summary: You and the heat are not the best of friends.〗

〖Word Count: 1296 〗

〖Pairing: wandanat x reader〗

☾Masterlists☽

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

For some damn reason, Steve had decided that the Avengers needed to bond. Maybe it had been the mild infighting, or the fact that you had thrown a metal pot at Tony’s head (he deserved it) but he had declared it, and Tony, still nursing a minor head injury, had agreed. For the ‘bonding experience,’ the men had chosen baseball.

Why baseball? Who knows. Perhaps it was the overly American of the sport nature which Steve thrived on, it could also have had something to do with Tony’s wish to wack something with a bat. In all reality, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that now you all had to play the game and you were cooking in the sun.

The day wasn’t going to get a record for heat or anything, it was only about 80°F but you weren’t drinking enough water and the temperature was getting to you.

You had never been particularly good at handling hot temperatures, but you had hoped it wouldn’t be an issue. In your mind, you should be able to handle it. Everyone else was fine, Steve still even had his shirt on. They were all sweating lightly, but no one looked as uncomfortable as you felt. In fact, they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

You stood up and took a sharp breath, blinking rapidly to keep yourself from falling over. You leaned against a tree and Wanda touched the back of your thigh, giving you a concerned look. Her beautiful chocolate eyes sparkled in the sun, hinting at the wisdom and mystery behind the orbs. You just smiled, trying to assure her that everything was okay.

Wanda was the only one who wasn’t playing, she had flat-out refused. There was just no arguing with the witch when she had made up her mind, and the look on her face when she had said that she was ‘not playing this stupid American game’ she meant it. She would not be participating.

So instead, the beautiful witch was sitting on a picnic blanket guarding the waters and keeping score. She would cheer whenever a ball got hit, but she didn’t seem to be paying much attention. No one really minded, they had all gotten into the game.

Natasha was ahead of you to bat, muttering to herself about how she was going to kick everyone’s asses and other such obscenities. To be fair, she had the highest batting average according to Wanda’s surprisingly detailed piece of paper.

It was a surprise when she only made a single, hitting the ball almost directly back into Bruce’s mitt. Her annoyance was clear in the way that she glared at the ground, and you, expression that of pure rage. Your girlfriend didn’t handle losing well. That’s why she didn’t lose.

You pulled yourself up to the plate, picking up the bat with heavy limbs. It felt like it weighed a million pounds, the leather grip hot in your hands. You settled into your position, hands choked up on the bat while you stared at Bruce who was ready to throw the ball.

It felt like the world was moving in slow motion as if you were swimming through a pool of corn syrup every muscle working overtime to go at half of the speed.

You put every ounce of force behind your swing and the ball connected with a loud crack. Natasha’s face lit up and she turned to run as you threw the bat, springing forward with your eyes set on first base.

You had barely made it three steps in when your entire body began to tingle. The feeling of a thousand ants crawling across your skin wasn't enough, it came with incredible fatigue and the loss of vision around the edges. You could feel yourself losing consciousness, but you continued to run, desperate to keep your teams lead.

As you rounded first base, your limbs turned to jelly, and the darkness in the corners of your eyes became a haze that engulfed everything you could see.

You knew that you were slowing down, but you tried to continue forward, even as your knees buckled and your head bounced against the sand of the baseball diamond. It was only when you found yourself fully splayed out on the ground did you realize that you were falling unconscious.

Your vision continued to dim as cries of your name filled your tinny ears. Oh well, you had given it your best shot. Now at least you could get out of the heat.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey, there she is. Open those eyes, pretty girl.” A soft voice coaxed, pulling you out of stuffy darkness. You whined softly and wrinkled your nose, an overwhelming sense of cold suddenly washing over you. Why were you so cold? It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t overly uncomfortable, just cold.

Determined to discover the source of the inherent lack of heat, you opened your eyes to find yourself staring up at a terrified-looking Wanda and Natasha who was clearly trying to mask her worry. She wasn’t doing very well.

“Mmm…” You groaned, your entire body aching in protest. Everything hurt, even your eyelids hurt. Parts of your body that you weren’t aware existed hurt. Your ears throbbed, increasing the pain in your throbbing head.

“Hi Y/n, do you remember what happened?” Natasha asked gently, reaching over to card her fingers through your damp hair.

“Why’m’I wet?” You slurred, too tired to move enough to sit up or rollover. Your body was actively working against you and you really weren’t enjoying it. Not that anyone would, but it was particularly frustrating for someone who always needed to be in control.

“You had a temperature of 106°F, you passed out. We got you to medical and put you in an ice bath to cool you back down. Baby, you really scared us.” Wanda whispered, her voice breaking slightly on her emotion. Natasha was blinking back tears, sniffling quietly as she tried to pretend like she wasn’t about to break down.

Now that it had been mentioned, you recognized the medbay. There was an IV in your arm, presumably administering fluids, and you were most definitely not in your bed. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t your room.

“Why do’I feel like I got h’t by a bus?” You mumbled, already ready to go back to sleep. You simply had no energy.

“Well, heatstroke tends to do that. You could’ve died. You keep almost dying, do you know how scary that is?” Natasha demanded, shifting onto the cot so that she was spooning you. It had apparently been determined that you had cooled down enough to be cuddled.

“Mhm.” You grunted, too tired to say anything. You reached out with a limp arm and fumbled for Wanda, pulling her over so that she was on your other side.

“This is serious, we can’t just brush past it! You have to take care of yourself, it’s getting dangerous!” The witch insisted, laying stiffly beside you. It wasn’t like she was wrong, it was just that you didn’t care enough. You could care later when it didn’t feel like you had been burnt alive and rehydrated.

“Wands, just let her rest for now. We’ll talk about it in the morning.” Natasha sighed, reaching across you to lay a hand on her waist. She hummed her disapproval but relaxed and laid her head against your chest.

You heard the redhead say something about having a few more hours left until something, but you were already falling asleep. It didn’t matter anyways, they’d take care of it. For now, you’d just sleep. Sleep, and figure out what was going on later. Wanda and Natasha would make sure that everything happened as it was supposed to, they always did.

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xoxobuckybarnes · 5 months

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November 2023 Stucky Fics

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Yours, Steve (Rated: G, Words: 9K)

Summary: “I’ve been writing a lot lately, y’know? Sam told me it’d do me good.” “Oh yeah? What do you write about?” Steve shrugs, suddenly self-conscious. “Stuff about him. How I feel. Stuff that I feel would help him remember, if he ever read them. It’s... weird. They’re letters, you know? Letters for him. Even though I know he’ll never read them.” “Well,” Nat says. There’s a determined glint in her eyes. “Do you want him to?” Steve blinks, dumbfounded. A smile slowly creeps across his lips. (In which Civil War never happens and Bucky makes a life for himself in Bucharest, tries to heal on his own. Steve waits for him, and writes.)

The Intelligence Nerd and The Avengers (series) by LilyInTheSnow / @lilyinthesnow

Bucky Barnes: Intelligence Nerd (Rated: E, Words: 114K) Summary: How Bucky Barnes accidently became an Avenger and married Steve Rogers. Or some shit like that.

Twitterpated (Rated: M, Words: 12K)

Summary: Steve's POV of Chapters 1-7 of Intelligence nerd. Steve's not twitterpated. Really he's not. Bucky's just a total badass and his future husband is all.

Twenty Minutes in Heaven (Rated: M, Words: 5K) Summary: Bucky's missing twenty minutes from chapter 9? of Bucky Barnes: Intelligence Nerd as told from Steve's POV. Plus a little extra. Pandamonium (Rated: M, Words: 4K) Summary: Bucky has a nightmare. It's pandamonium. xD A Small Matter (Rated: E, Words: 13k) Summary: Steve gets shrunk during a fight with Hydra, but retains everything else the serum gave him. Bucky's not quite sure how to handle Twink!Steve. In the end Twink!Steve handles Bucky. Tony, Bruce, and Doctor Strange have no idea how to fix it and Thor thinks Loki might've had something to do with it. It's fine though. Everything is perfectly fine. Probably. Or: Steve gets shrunk, fucks Bucky's brains out, and they make a trip to Jotunheimen, Norway. Steve might steal Stormbreaker from Thor and they might get chased by a mutant maneating weremoose. They also might get into a drunken snowball fight. Oh, and Loki is there too. Reading Fanfic Pays Off (Rated: E, Words: 16K) Summary: Steve and Bucky from Intelligence Nerd wind up in the Hello Future Husband verse. Barista!Bucky takes Intelligence Nerd!Bucky lingerie shopping and some other stuff happens too. Like maybe Steve gets jealous and bones Bucky against a tree.

***These fics are complete but the series is not. ***

Hello, Future Husband (Rated: E, Words: 20K) by LilyInTheSnow / @lilyinthesnow

Summary: Bucky Barnes might kind of, sort of, be desperately in love with Steve Rogers. Steve might be a little bit oblivious. Bucky might be a little bit desperate. Natasha and Clint decide to help. Kinda. Mostly they just watch and giggle, but whatever. Enter: Lace panties, super tight skinnies that may or may not be cutting off circulation to various parts of Bucky's anatomy, see-through shirts, and a small variety of now visible nipple jewelry. Nipple shields that look like Captain America's shield? Bucky's never heard of 'em. Never seen them before. How'd they get in his jewelry box?

Let me love you (Rated: T, Words: 4K) by thatgreenleaf

Summary: The Winter Soldier keeps trying to shower Steve with affection in the middle of fights. Steve keeps mistaking them for fight moves.

Fantasmic! (Rated: T, Words: 11K) by mambo / @whtaft

Summary: It's Steve's second summer working at Disney World when he meets Prince Charming (aka: Bucky Barnes, college kid from Brooklyn whose ass looks absolutely devastating in his Prince Charming slacks) and maybe starts to feel a little Disney magic in his heart.

I Held You in Gloved Hands (And I’m Not Letting Go) (Rated: E, Words: 48K) by Voylitscope_speed / @voylitscope

Summary: Bucky Barnes jumps at the chance to take a job opportunity hours from home. He's expecting a fresh start and a decent salary jump. He's not expecting to run into his childhood best friend, Steve Rogers, on his first day. The years since they last talked have been hard ones for both of them, but falling back into their friendship is shockingly easy. Despite their time apart, December in this small town might bring them closer than ever. (Or, a holiday romcom in which Bucky reads to children, Steve teaches art, new friendships are made, difficult conversations are had, cookies are baked, way too much coffee is consumed, home is found in surprising places and, eventually, feelings are confessed.)

I Feel Warm with You (Rated: G, Words: 7K) by LelsieSphinx / @kittytheroseofkirea

Summary: 5+1 winters throughout the lives of Steve and Bucky; filled with fun, kisses, wars, separation, reunions and softness.

Podfic

Late Show (Rated: E) by ipoiledi & thatsmysecret

Summary: “Rogers,” Bucky says, seriously, “You wouldn’t know how to shake your ass if one of those sweet ladies herself tried to stand you up and teach you.”

WIP

Treading Water (Rated: M, Current Words: 261K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace & art by Dyslexic_Fetus (Reagy_Jay) / @reagy-jay

Summary: Olympic swimmer Bucky Barnes always believed that when the time came to retire, he would walk away with his medals and world records firmly in the history books and never look back. He never thought the water would leave him first. ***Part of the series Lane Lines: Lane Lines (Rated: M, Words: 132K), Lumière (Rated: M, Words: 5K), & New Traditions (Rated: M, Words: 6K)***

Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: E, Current Words: 76K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary

Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road? A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included. ***Part of the series A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River (The Consolation of Philosophy): The Same River, Twice (The Man Is Still Left with His Hands) (Rated: G, words: 4K), Still Left with the River (The Paradox of Motion) (Rated: G, Words: 14K), & Not Language by a Map (The Grammar of Sensation) (Rated: E, Words: 20K)***

#Stucky #Steve and Bucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #fanfic #XOXOBUCKYBARNES' Stucky Fic Reading List #november reading list

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thisiswhereikeepdcthings · 2 years

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I can't stand a good two-thirds of superbat content because so much of it is "blushy awkward sunshine beam Superman x angsty sexy always-in-control edgelprd Batman" and I'm just like

Have they even read the comics? Or watched the shows or movies? Or played the games? Anything involving these two that isn't fanworks?

Clark Kent is many things, but he’s not a pushover. He's fundamentally kind and good, but his timidity and nervousness is for the most part an act. He's no stranger to fumbles and fuck-ups, but he can absolutely handle himself in a situation. Lest we forget, he's a married man with a child, in a steady career, he leads the fucking Justice League, he's the standard to which all other heroes hold themselves. Clark Kent is gentle, but only because he can afford to be. He isn't just called Superman, he embodies everything that title implies. (Also, he can absolutely be a total bitch sometimes. He can hold his own in a verbal spar as well as a physical one. Let him cuss out Lex Luthor.)

And for Bruce... poor Bruce. People take the "master planner" aspect of his character and act like that makes him a grand chessmaster, when in most iterations it's a coping mechanism, plans upon plans upon plans in case something goes catastrophically wrong. It's a man permantly caught in the Bargaining stage, who can only see the worst possible outcome and sadly keeps getting proven right. At his core Batman is a lonely person, desperate to love and be loved yet shutting himself away from those who want to be a part of his life. It's no coincidence that he has the most children and sidekicks, when he both wants to protect children by keeping them under his wings and by pushing them away from him and from danger.

And the two of them are such interesting foils! A man rising above his limits to be the avenging knight for a broken city, who somehow befriends the shining beacon of truth, justice, and the American Way. Two people who started off with an intense distrust and paranoia who learned to open their hearts and accept someone so fundamentally different, yet somehow so perfectly mirroring them. They're best friends and rivals and sometimes enemies and each other's contingency plans and co-leaders and none of this contradicts with anything else because how could it, it's as natural as a heartbeat.

TL;DR, I'm tired of people taking a complex and multifaceted friendship that had the potential for a deep and powerful romance spanning decades and turning it into yaoi-lite.

Nothing to add, just…yeah

#batman #superman #superbat

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So if Bruce and Alfred's humanity is a disfigured shadow they'd like to have gone, what about the Joker??

Is his humanity a knife made of fish hooks with which he rips parts of people out, taking a little of their humanity with him? He uses it as a tool to hurt others and himself and acknowledges his humanity once in a while, while Bruce pretends to be unfeeling and cold, a monster in the dark that you should be afraid of.

Only the problem is that the Joker can see through Batman's facade and that the fish hook can't scratch a shadow or catch anything on stone. And even if he rips through Bruce's flesh, his shadow is a separate thing entirely, detached from his body, unchanging even if an arm goes missing.

Oh look, I wrote something again. What do you think? Is a fish hook an accurate metaphor or do you have something else in mind? Would love to hear your thoughts!!!

[in continuation of this ask]

❤️ so i'm lowkey in love with how you interpreted Joker's relationship with his own humanity and other people's, there's something so intricate and so right about the way you phrased it— maybe not the knife, but he absolutely works like a fish hook. I think that Joker isn't interested in anyone's humanity, his own or Batman's or anyone else's. To me though, he's in mad love with all things true and real and pure and sublime. He wants the untainted untouched heart of everything in a very idealistic sense, but not necessarily in a good sense. He doesn't want violence, he doesn't want evil, he doesn't want goodness; he wants the unbearable highest point of pure evil, he wants the most sublime expression of unflinching goodness. There's a reason why he works so-and-so in his dynamic with most villains, but comes alive when he's facing Batman. Batman as a persona is an ideal that does not bend to the reality surrounding Bruce, the "no killing" code doesn't adopt or respond to much anything that gets thrown Batman's way, it's almost pure good (except that it's not because Batman can only deny his humanity for so long and when it eventually bursts through the metaphorical door of his mind, both him and Joker hate it.)

So like, yeah, fish hook. I think Joker throws fish hooks into people's psyche and pulls out what he believes is their true, core nature, their essence. It's what he needs, he desperately wants to get to the very heart of existence, so he continuously claws people's core out of them, or what he thinks is their core. And he does it the most with Batman precisely because Batman provides a challenge. I dont think at any given time Batman truly knows what his core is, so he gets to define it. He defines his identity with his bare hands and that's both his biggest strength and his weakness. Strength because it gives him the power of choice, he's not necessarily what you'd call a good person, but he makes the conscious choice to do good and his choice defines him, but also it's a weakness because by choice he's leaving massive parts of himself out of the picture, and he never really... gets to exist as a human being, always present only in carefully curated bits and pieces. That leaves him vulnurable to attack because well, what you dont see and down own you cannot defend.

That also makes him the most fun handmade project for Joker to break, because as you said, Joker is /very/ good at seeing the holistic picture of Batman's identity, and Joker is objectively more oriented towards reality, the reality of their context and where they live. It's part of the reason his insanity is so compelling; it's intentional, not as in he's faking his insanity, but as in, he understands social structures and people's humanity so damn well and he flies off the handle in precise ways that respond to them that brings of of them exactly what he wants, he orients his insanity to different contexts and people very well. He's a paradigm breaker and a people breaker but you can only successfully break what you understand very well.

As for Joker's own humanity? i think he hates it and resents it and fears it because well, it's not sublime and true and pure, it's just human. Actually lot of Joker and Batman's dynamic is built around this sense of idealism and purity really, they both struggle so hard with just fucking being. Joker can't even be an average villain, he has to push it on every fucking front and be the most exceptional vile and grotesque face of evil, only then does he feel like himself.

Honestly if i had to make an allegory for Joker and Batman's relationship with each other's humanity, [tw mentions of suicide attempt] it'd be the story of two children, each one bringing the other a chair and a rope to dangle from the cieling, each taunting the other to hang themselves, not by the premise of dying, but by the premise that "you having your head near the cieling is the closest you'll be to g-d, and you'll be good and true", and they tell each other that the chair is their enemy, they dont need it.

#i'm sorry for the graphic metaphor #it's just that to me their dynamic has this almost childlike level of purity to it #it's the [grotesque] idealism but also the fact that they dont interact like fully grown adults with complex thought processes #and intricate emotional nuances to the way they navigate each other #they interact like 12 years old lovestruck kids high on the 2 boxes of oxys that they stole from mama's purse #i love them i want to study them under microscope #but i know i'll slurp them up right from the petri dish before i get behind the table #Batman #batman meta #dc joker #joker meta #batjokes #batjokes meta

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 28 days

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🌿 💞🕯️💌

🌿how does creating make you feel?

Alive. Powerful (in some ways). Really good about myself because I'm utilizing my imagination and creativity and all of those things I learned and worked toward in my writing classes/degree. I feel really good about myself when I'm writing - like I'm fulfilling part of what I'm in this particular life for, which is storytelling.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

The characters are definitely the most important thing, I think. I like to get their voices right - their voice, mannerisms, their expressions, the specific tone and lilt of their voices. Everything else - the plot, the worldbuilding, the settings - those are secondary to the characters. The plot (or scenario, if it's not something huge that requires a full-out PLOT) drives the characters, but I mean, the plot can change from story to story, so it's really still mostly about the character. I'd be lying if I said the technical stuff wasn't a top important thing - I'm an English/writing major, and all those grammar and spelling and punctuation things are hella important to me. Those keep me honest and make me slow down and pay attention to how I'm writing. Figurative language fits in with that, too, though, because it's all the stuff I absorbed in trying to become a better writer, either by reading or by what my awesome professors passed along to me.

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

I just answered this one here!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

From Too weird to live, too rare to die, a prompt fic for @kleenexwoman that is a Justin Hammer/Loki (in canon, post-Endgame, everyone lives) bonkers fic:

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Still humping the American Dream

Tony closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose between the thumb and index finger of his left hand. He took five deep breaths. Counted to twenty. Took five more. Counted to ten. He opened his eyes, the right one pale amber and couldn’t see nearly as well after his snap that ended the war with Thanos.

Justin still stood in front of him, hands defiantly on his hips, watching him.

“Anthony, I’m not here to just take up space and piss people off,” Justin said in that affable tone that still managed to dig underneath Tony’s skin and threaten to give him hives.

“And yet you do that so well, Justin,” Tony snarked as he felt the threat behind his eyes indicating a headache was imminent. He winced at the harshness of his tone, even with this pain in the ass he never expected to see again, much less share a living space with him.

Still, they’d made peace with Loki when he returned with Thor and Bruce to help them handle Thanos, and as it turned out, the guy wasn’t so bad in the long run. Tony liked his sass and sense of humor – always had – and he was pretty handy to have around.

Perhaps he could make himself get used to Justin Hammer, too. The guy wasn’t dumb, and since they’d released him early for good behavior and some other reason Tony had already forgotten for the moment, he’d dropped some of that pretentious peacocking that paralleled Tony’s own, which to be fair, he’d been happy to mostly give it up since it got tiresome after a while.

“Who? C’mon, Tony, I’m a big boy. I can take it. You can tell me who else I’m pissing off besides you,” Justin cajoled, his big grin stretching across the angles of his face. He’d been trying, but Justin wasn’t stupid; he knew he’d fucked up by trusting the wrong guy. Didn’t help that he kept trying to compete with a guy known for his genius and his ability to stare any problem in the face, punch it once with his intellect and creations, and boom, no more problem.

“Pepper for starters,” Tony blurted out, “though she doesn’t live here, and she’s kind of gotten over the idea of you being around Morgan since the kid actually likes you and trusts you.”

The expression on Justin’s face burst with a sappy fondness he used to reserve for his nephew alone, and he schooled it quickly when Tony had to dial back that initial Papa Bear concern that his kid was around several former villains these days. Respectfully, he tried to look serious, to take Tony’s comments seriously.

“To be fair, your kid’s awesome and one day’s gonna run circles around us to make the world a better place,” his words came out clear and heartfelt, and Justin thought he noticed that Papa Bear pride seeping into Tony’s features.

Note to self, praise that adorable little big-eyed bunny, and that’ll keep Stark from wanting to shoot your nuts off.

“Yeah well. That’s the truth of it. Oh and Nat’s still keeping an eye on you. Everyone else...you’re a somewhat clean slate with. Not like you’re the only former bad guy in residence,” Tony remarked and went back to what he’d been working on when Justin wandered into the kitchen, namely working on agility and firm (but not too firm) grip with his new arm by making and rolling out pie dough.

“You want some help?” Justin asked when it seemed like Tony was having trouble with one of the cookie cutters he was using to cut out star shapes (to go with the crescent moons). He held up both hands when Tony just tossed a glare his way. “No problem. Just...offerin’. As for Natasha, eh. Sam mentioned it took her a little bit to warm up to Loki, too, so I’ll just...be patient.”

Justin was in no rush to be liked, and he really didn’t expect to be. It wasn’t even that he was being a martyr or self-deprecating or living on his low self-esteem. The prison counselor got him to see where he’d fucked up way before he’d actually chained his personality to impressing the military and broke Anton Venko out of custody.

Piece of shit and his dumb fucking bird.

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#Let's Get ((REAL)) fic writer asks #stormxpadme #THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS!

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Batkids ranked from best to worst candidate to take over the Batman mantle according to my very objective (/sarcasm) opinions:

Cass: Cass is loyal to the bat symbol before all else; the bat pulled her out of an aimless, guilt-ridden existance and gave her purpose, a chance to help others, and she takes this very very seriously. She's canonically the most similar to Bruce out of everyone, and values the no killing rule more than him. She wants the job so bad, because to her, Batman is everything she could ever hope to be. Continuing the bat symbol into a new generation, to help and inspire others like her, would be the greatest honor for her. Becoming Batman would be the natural conclusion of her arc.

Dick: Has canonically been Batman and did very well at it, better even than Bruce, canonically. But Nightwing fits him better. He adapted to the Batman mantle, and eventually stopped being miserable in it, but it was a choice made out of necessity, not personal drive. Nightwing was his own creation and fits him like a second skin. He can do Batman, he can do it well, but it won't be natural for him like it would be for Cass.

Steph: There's a fucking curveball for you. Honestly Steph is here bc other than Cass and Dick I don't think there's a good choice for Batman, if Bruce kicks it and neither of them are around I think Batman should just die, but for the sake of this list we will look at how much I'd enjoy seeing the other kids take up the mantle in canon. Steph becoming Batman would be so funny. It'd be a great storytelling opportunity because there's no way she should even be in line so what happened? How does she deal with it? But most importantly, once again, it'd be SO FUNNY if Steph got the mantle of Batman after Bruce treated her as shittily as he did. That's what you get old man.

Tim: idk he'd handle the job badly and would be miserable but this is my list and I don't really care about him so he's here as a placeholder. If Tim became Batman I'd be annoyed but not enraged. So there.

Duke: Perhaps an unpopular opinion among Duke fans but I fucking hate the idea of Batman!Duke. It can work in very specific Elseworld circumstances like Dark Knights Metal but in the mainline continuity? Absolutely tf not. Duke's whole Thing is a radical departure from the batfam's status quo. He's thematically and literally attached to daylight, he has superpowers. Both of those are already wildly antithetical to Batman. In addition: his current hero identity is an homage to his mother. Why would he throw that away? Batman!Duke could be interesting for an arc or two, because all this WOULD make for interesting narrative conflict, but permanently? It'd be a wild misuse of Duke's character to take a character designed to defy the status quo and stick him in a mantle that exists to uphold it. If Bruce dies and Duke's the only one that could take over, Batman should die and Signal should take his place.

Damian: FUCK Batman!Damian all my homies HATE Batman!Damian. All those arcs and character development about how blood doesn't define him only for him to let blood define him, just on the other side of his family? You're all so fucking boring and you should feel bad. And while we're here, no he shouldn't be Nightwing either, that's only slightly less bad, why would stepping from one Dick Grayson legacy mantle to another denote character growth? I have OPINIONS on this. Damian should create his own identity to show that he's grown into his own and found his own path outside of his families. Also 90% of the arguments for Batman!Damian hinge on blood relations which is weird and creepy and also very very very boring.

Jason: I don't think I need to explain this.

Any variant of sharing the mantle: Every time the 'who should be the next batman' debate comes up there's always SOME motherfucker insisting that x and y can just share and two things to that: 1) coward, are you gonna hand out participation trophies next? 2) Batman should not be a status symbol. The batfam should not be a hierarchy with Batman at the top. That's the most boring way possible to approach the Batman mantle. I get that's what DC does in canon, but in canon, they won't ever let Bruce die permanently anyway, so what canon does is kinda a moot point. And frankly? Pretty much all 'x and y should share' arguments seem to be based in the idea that Batman is automatically a better, more prestigious mantle than all others, and that being deprived of it means you're worse than whoever took it. They want everyone to hold the mantle simulaneously because they don't want their fave(s) to 'lose'. It's not a competition of skill, it's a matter of narrative satisfaction. And the only character whose arc would be actively strengthened by becoming Batman is Cass. She shouldn't get it because she's the best fighter, or lose/share it because she's not the best detective; she should get it because it would be a perfect bookend to her arc of self hatred and self determination via the bat. Everyone else is better off with a solo identity or a different legacy mantle. So no, sharing is not a magic solution; it's a cop out.

#Batman isnt a competition but if it was cass would win #My posts #Infodumping #Cassandra cain #Dick grayson #Duke thomas #Stephanie brown #Damian wayne #Tim drake #Jason todd

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lazaruspiss · 9 months

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i would actually love some nightwing recs from you

Aha! You activated my trap card <-(completely forgot how public they are with their nightwing obsession) (ps: i also talked nightwing recs here too <3 i simply love to talk about my baby boy)

My "area of expertise" is mainly Nightwing 1996, so that's where most of my recs come from. There was also Nightwing 1995, which was more of a test run for 96. I think it had 4 issues total? It's not bad, just not noteworthy either. I've been working on a big spreadsheet of info for 96, including trigger warnings, but im only like. 15 issues in. hashtag pain and suffering. Issue #1 already has a woman being threatened, I have it down as "attempted rape" in my list, and that kind of sets the tone for what you need to be able to handle to read everything in that series.

The biggest downside is that it's all pre Damian :( son boy i miss u and i wish u were in better comics. Tim is funny tho. The first arc in 96 is great scene setting, and Tim shows up in #6 to be a lil stinker :3. We establish Dick's goals, motivations, etc, as well as what the state of Blüdhaven is and who our main baddies are.

It's all a bit heartbreaking in retrospect. Dick fails. He wants to be more independent and remove himself from Bruce's shadow, Blockbuster is established as the big bad for him to bring to justice, and he wants to make things at least a little better for the people of Blüdhaven.

He ends up dragged back to Bruce by an invisible leash, he technically beats his main villain but only in the absolute worst way after losing everything (and continues to lose more after, losing things he didn't know he had), and Blüdhaven is destroyed.

Dick loses. It's a bad end. A tragedy even. And yet, because of the nature of comics like DC, his story continues. It continues in crossovers and fan service and whatever else might sell. His most personally meaningful story ended prematurely for fucking War Games. sorry I know I just complained about this but cmon.

There were some good storylines after that! But I'm still bothered by the fact that the Tarantula arc was cut off after like, 2 issues. Road to Nowhere (#94-95) really did go nowhere. But the concept was there and it had the potential to be a decent story about an abusive relationship.

Mobbed Up (#108-111), Renegade (#112-117), and Brothers in Blood (#118-122) are some of my favorite arcs, all post Blockbuster. But after those I kind of lost interest. Annual #2 also came out sometime after all those, and I can't stress enough that it is absolutely not worth reading. It was written an illustrated by men, reduces Babs and Kori to nothing more than romantic partners, and completely misrepresents older stories. They literally retell older Dick/Babs moments, but without anything that could make their relationship at all complex or questionable to the consumer. Dick saw her as a sister, but rather than use that as a sign of closeness and respect they cut out all reference to that entirely because god forbid relationships have any nuance nowadays. Annual #1 was alright. I think it came out in the first or second year of the 96 run, and it's a nice self contained murder mystery one shot that showcases Dick's workaholic habits, his want for a family, and his tendency to try and change himself to makes others happy. He also comes off as very accidentally arospec. There's a moment where he tries to get a woman to stay with him by saying things like "but I could learn to love you" and if that wasn't me everyday throughout my middle to high school years than I don't know what is.

Outside of 96, I wanna point out The Search for Ray Palmer: Red Rain. Which may not be a Nightwing story but is absolutely a Bruce & Dick story (with vampires!) I haven't actually read much of the original Red Rain because. Dick's not really in that one. The Ray Palmer spin off however has Dick hunting down his parents' killer: one vampire king, Bruce Wayne. If you find those posts about Dick initially being a vengeance hungry 8 year old interesting than this is about as close as actual comics get. In the main timeline, yeah, Dick wants revenge, but because he's 8 and really just going through it rather than being genuinely bloodthirsty he's very easily talked out of it. In the Red Rain universe there is no comfort. He's alone, and grief consumes him. Bruce killed his parents for that very purpose, because he wanted Dick to be consumed by grief and hopelessness like him. Getting Dick to be like him and getting Dick to be obsessed with him was kind of his entire goal from the moment he laid eyes on him. Bruce's main presence up until the end where he shows up is shown largely through Dick's hunt, through Dick's obsession. Bruce wanted them to be inseparable and he very much succeeded in the end. By the time Jason and crew cross paths with them it's already too late. Everything is as Bruce wanted it to be. So a yandere vampire brudick au, basically.

There's also Outsiders 2003, which I keep meaning to read but haven't quite gotten to. Dick leads another team, but Donna just died so he's even meaner and cagier than he usually is.

gah. i really wanna finish that nightwing spreadsheet. i'll probably post it once i finish the 1996 section, or at least get it caught up to where it stops before crossing over with war games.

i've made a lot of these but theyre just things that i eventually wanna read, the dick grayson one is really the only one with anything in it rn <-(one track mind. and that track is called blorbo)

#asks #hardlycats #anyways. tldr all of nw 96 up until BiB ends. u should stop after that. do not read the second annual. it makes me angy #also read the search for ray palmer: red rain #idc about the rest of the ray palmer stories i only read the one dick was starring in

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How the Mighty May Fall CH 1

Hiii everyone! finally got Chapter 1 done for the DP x DC prompt I wrote awhile back which you can find right here. This fic can Also be found on AO3 for those who prefer to read it there! This is my first fanfiction so I hope you enjoy! Also would like to say a big thank you to my proof reader for helping out so much! AO3 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To say Bruce was angry was an understatement. Bruce was absolutely livid.

It was a dreary day in Gotham as the Bat made his way into Crime Alley. The sun was hidden away by clouds and the city was engulfed in a light rain. Which, honestly, was rather normal. Some may find it pleasant, but Batman just found it annoying. He was on his way to the scene of a crime, and all this rain could wash away much needed evidence.

The crime? Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, had been kidnapped, which had not been that surprising when one considered who he was and what he's done, as well as the fact that this had absolutely happened before. Usually the Bat would trust him to handle it on his own, but this time had some factors that peeked the vigilante's interest.

One big factor being the fact Jason had been taken while out getting groceries from a small mom and pop shop. He had been in his civies from what he had heard around. Even more concerning was the fact that rumor had it his kidnappers looked rather "official", dressed in pristine matching white suits. Some witnesses had suspected that the kidnappers were something akin to government agents. One witness even claimed one of the kidnappers said not to worry, that it was official government business.

Batman was well aware his son wasn't the most law abiding citizen, but this was off. No government agency he knew of acted this shady with an added risk of public scrutiny; none of the agencies he knew of wore white suits either and there should be no way to connect the Red Hood persona with the rather off the radar civilian Jason Todd.

Other organizations not affiliated with the government could be a possibility as well, but if that was the case, then what were their motivations? The government may have some legal motives at least, but private organizations were harder to predict. It could range from messing with the wrong people to peaking interest due to power to God only knows what else. Batman knew his son had some abnormalities after his encounter with the pit. Maybe that had piqued someone's interest?

Whatever may be going on, he knew it absolutely could not be good. He just needed to find a lead. Something. Anything. Batman intently searched the crime scene, leaving no stone unturned—he couldn't leave anything to chance after all. Soon he spotted something. Something most likely insignificant. Even so, it piqued the Bat's interest. A small white rag was laying discarded in a seemingly random location. Interestingly enough though, there was an odd dark stain on it.

Finally, it seemed the bat just might have some new evidence to go off of, though he would still continue his search. Hopefully, he would find something a bit more solid.

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The world was hazy as Jason awoke. Everything was tinted green around him as he stared up at the plain greenish grey ceiling.

God, his head hurt ... and what the hell was he laying on? It was cold and hard like tile, but last he had remembered he was on his way to his apartment after getting groceries. Then all of a sudden, this guy in a white suit came up behind him and he was surrounded. After that, all he could assume was that he had been drugged since everything around him had gone black, and then his sleep-addled brain realized. Fuck, someone kidnapped him. He soon found himself shooting upwards as the reality of the situation began to sink in, the sharp smell of chemicals and ozone grounding him.

He glanced around realizing he was being held in some sort of green glass cell within what was seeming more and more to be some sort of lab. At least the somewhat thin looking sheets of glass should be relatively easy to escape. All he needed to do was break them.

But it was super annoying that these assholes caught him in his civies. Why the hell did they do that anyway? Did they know his identity, or just manage to pick Red Hood by some form of dumb luck? Either way, that wasn't important right now, cause he’s gotta find a way out of this shit hole. Alright, time to plan. At least he had thought so, right up until the moment he spotted movement near the upper left hand corner of his cell just outside of the glass. Jason couldn't help but find himself stepping closer to it. --- Edit: Sorry to anyone who read this before I managed to fix a formatting issue. Tumblr messed up my formatting super bad

#dp x dc #Danny Phantom #jason todd #batman crossover #batman #bruce wayne

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wonderinglullaby · 2 years

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💙 REGRESSOR! TIM & CG! BRUCE ( helping Tim w/ a deeper regression )

• Tim regresses for a list of reasons, but one of them is for him to relax and rely on someone else for a change. He’s always really independent, its a time where he doesn’t have to worry about that! Just letting someone else take care of his needs. Safe to say, he always makes sure either his Dad, Alfred, his older siblings, or Steph is around - Baby Timmy needs help taking care of himself.

• Despite this, he still has a schedule when he wants to regress. This schedule usually doesn’t work all the time, but he likes the idea he has somewhat control, so he can make sure his family is near when he does. Though he can handle when he regresses unexpectedly - new babyspace experiences or deeper regression is not something he handles well. It’s unfamiliar, therefore he freaks out.

• He felt guilty the first time it happened. The one day stress became way too much for him, his brain did the first thing to help him cope. He didn’t want to depend on Bruce when he was busy, nor did he want to regress when Tim himself had work to do. He wasn’t prepared for it.. usually he could handle it, but it was brand new feelings this time. Feeling more tiny and more tunnel-visioned then normal stressed him out at first. But he could feel guilty later - tears were inevitable, there was only one thing he wanted. He just wanted his Dad.

• It’s not like Bruce minded when he found Tim in such a state. He would drop everything for his son on any normal day - you bet he was right there during a regressed one. Bruce has helped him with vent regression days before, he knows what might help.

• He scooped Timmy up into his arms, and of course he latched onto his Dad like glue. He brought him to his bedroom and informed Alfred that only he was allowed to interrupt. He wanted a quiet place where Tim wouldn’t get more overwhelmed, his siblings could check on him later. He got everything a baby would need- paci, favorite plush, snacks, padding, and comfy clothes. Everything that brought him comfort.

• Bruce was as gentle as possible as he helped Timmy change, yet he wanted to be quick so he could address his quiet sobbing. Although he almost treated Tim like glass this time around because of his concern.

• Bruce’s full attention is on his son now, as he tells him comforting things. “Are you alright, baby?” His voice was even more softer then normal, trying to be as inviting & loving as he could.

• The question would only set off tears, which Bruce quickly responded to. He’d try to softly plop his paci in Tim’s mouth, but it would fall out because of his crying. Not even his paci - his biggest comfort item - can calm him.

• Tim is pretty nonverbal already with only being able to say a selective few words - but because of how tiny he felt, he couldn’t use those few words he knew. He couldn’t even say his dad’s name. It just frustrated him even more when he can’t communicate what he’s feeling... so, he just cries

• Understandably, concern would grow in Bruce. Tim would never reject such a thing on any normal day. But it just let him picked him up on what was happening. Tim didn’t need to communicate, his father was a detective after all - he figured out this wasn’t a good day, he’ll do everything in this power to comfort his baby boy.

• He lifted Timmy into his arms, holding him to his chest (making sure to hold onto his paci and bat plushie just in case he needs them!) and walked around, rocking him and reassuring him. He repeated things like: “I won’t let you go… don’t worry. Daddy’s not going anywhere.” while shushing him lovely.

• Tim didn’t really know what he wanted right now, he usually had some idea, which also upset him. Yet as soon as he felt his father’s warm embrace, nothing else mattered to him.

• Once he calmed down some, Bruce offered his comfort items again - although he only took his bat plushie, fidgeting with it in his hands.

• As soon as his crying died down into soft sniffles, Alfred let himself in to offer a warm bottle. Thanking Alfred, Bruce took the bottle and sat down on the bed. He didn’t ask Tim, he was worried asking a question would overwhelm him - so instead, he held it out to him. A way to ask if he wanted it without words. He accepted the bottle, Bruce holding onto it for him as he drank.

• Because all his crying had tired him out, and warm milk soothed him, his eyelids started to fall. Once Bruce noticed this, he helped Timmy’s paci into his mouth - and he didn’t reject it this time! He smiled once he had his paci, curling up against his dad’s chest with his bat plushie in hands, eventually drifting to sleep.

• Bruce wouldn’t let him go or set him down on the bed. He just held him close - maybe cause Bruce was nervous to let him go, maybe he just loved holding him while he slept soundly.. but did it really matter? Tim was content now, asleep with a smile on his face.

#I kinda wrote this like a fanfic in a way. It was fun!#🪁 requests!#age regression #agere #fandom agere #dc comics agere #dc agere #agere headcanons #sfw age regression #sfw agere #fandom age regression

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braveclementine · 9 days

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October 21: Knife Play (Bucky Barnes)💙

Warnings: 18+ readers only, Knife play, knives, Sergeant kink, more knives, pet name, some more knives, possession kink, KNIVES! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THERE WILL BE KNIVES!!!! 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

Copyright: I do not own Bucky Barnes (Please own me Sergeant) or any other Marvel/MCU characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

"I want to know your dangerous side." You begged Bucky.

"God doll. . ." Bucky groaned.

The two of you were in the bedroom late at night. He'd just gotten back from a mission a few hours ago, falling asleep almost immediately. But now he was up, and he'd been cuddling you and kissing you, wanting to make love.

Nat always told you about the things that she and Bruce did in bed and some things. . . well they were probably better off not knowing. Who knew the sweet scientist could be so freaking kinky? Or maybe he was just going along with Nat's kinks.

Either way, you and Bucky always had a good sex life. He was extremely rough and dominating, but he never fully let himself go either, always afraid that he had to be careful or he'd hurt you. But now, you were begging him to let go and use his kinks in bed. He on the other hand, was afraid he'd hurt you.

"C'mon Bucky, you won't hurt me! It's been years since you were the Winter Soldier and you have control over everything now! Besides, I like it when you're rough with me. I want you to let go, please?"

"Shit why do you have to beg me like that." Bucky groaned, hands tightening on your arms where he was holding you. "You know I always give in when you ask like that."

"That's why I ask like that." You teased. "But seriously Bucky, we have safe words for a reason. If I get uncomfortable, I'll use them. Promise."

He gazed at you and you held your breath, waiting. "What if I have a very, very unusual kink?"

"Then I get to explore a new way of having sex." You said quickly.

He narrowed his eyes at you, "Did you already have a conversation without yourself to combat any questions or remarks I might throw at you?"

"Yes."

A grin broke out over his face and he shook his head in amusement, "Fine doll. But I want you to use the safe words immediately, understand?"

"Yes Sergeant."

His eyes glinted as he rolled out of bed, crossing the room to rummage in the drawer, "Take off that shirt and skirt if you like them doll."

You didn't, because you didn't really like them. It had been old clothes that you had dug out and you had only worn the skirt because it was hot out and you'd stupidly washed all of your shorts in the laundry and they were dry yet.

He had a medium sized knife in his hand when he came back. It had a rather thin blade, good enough to do damage, but could also easily be used as a letter opener if someone wanted. The handle on the other hand was thick and long, with ridges carved in it.

It was actually a beautiful knife, well polished. The handle was black and grey with red tints.

Bucky's hands were steady as he climbed over you, straddling your body, but his breathing was uneven, erotic, and aroused.

"Arms above your head doll." He demanded.

You could already feel wetness pooling in your knickers from his dominance. No matter what, it never failed to turn you on.

You were curious about the knife. You'd heard of knife kinks, but you had always thought those were about pain and you knew that no matter what, Bucky would never cut you with a knife. So he must have something else planned with the knife- but what?

He grasped the collar of your shirt firmly in his metal hand, before slicing the knife down to let the material fall open easily. He made quick work of the shirt before it was nothing more than tatters, falling to the floor, the back of it still under you. He sliced open the bra as well, before moving onto the skirt and then the knickers.

You were just as equally aroused as he was in this moment. Despite the ruining of your clothes- which you deserved as you hadn't listened to him- there was something about his demeanor that was so, so hot.

"How are you feeling doll?" He asked softly. You could feel the blade dragging across your collarbone, but it wasn't cutting skin. It was just a cold edge, making goosebumps rise up on your skin.

"Good." You whispered.

His movements were slow and calculated, watching your every facial expression to make sure you weren't uncomfortable or scared of him.

He switched the knife to his metal hand, turning the knife so that the blade was in his hand, dragging the handle of the knife down to your folds. "Doll?"

"Yes Sergeant?"

"How are you feeling?"

"Like you're still holding back." You teased with a soft smile.

He smiled a little, running the handle of the knife back and forth between your folds. "Well, you are soaking this beautiful knife handle. I guess that does mean something at least."

"Well I love it when you're dominant." Your voice said in a seductive tone.

He full our smirked, pushing the handle lightly against your opening and pulling back. It was nowhere near as big as his cock, of course, but it was still bigger than two or three of his fingers, so there was still a bit of a stretch.

"Relax for me doll." Bucky murmured.

You relaxed as much as possible in the bed, craning your neck slightly so that you could watch as he pushed the knife handle in half-way. A stuttering breath fell from your lips and it seemed to relieve Bucky some.

His pace didn't speed up any, but he wasn't being as hesitant, slowly moving the handle in and out of you until he finally pushed the entire thing in.

Chills erupted out onto your entire body and you shuddered and sighed. "Sergeant."

He looked like he was trying to regain himself now, breathing in and out, his hand not moving the handle. "Oh Fuck Doll, you don't know what you're doing to me right now."

"Sergeant please move." You begged, rolling your hips against the handle. The ridges of the design scraped nicely across your walls, making sure that the sweet spots were hit at just the right angle. And there was a wonderful fullness to it, though it would never beat his prick.

He started to move faster and you did your best to relax, though you weren't entirely sure how it would be now that it was moving faster. But it actually felt really good, and you made sure that Bucky knew it by all the moans and whimpers that spilled from your lips.

"Oh fuck Doll, you don't know what you do to me. The idea of watching you get off by one of my most dangerous and prized weapons just fucking arouses me. Fuck Doll just cum whenever you want. Make sure you scream for me. Scream for your Sergeant." He groaned.

You finally let your head drop back on the pillow, neck sore from having it cinched the entire time. You could feel your stomach muscles clenching and contracting as your approaching orgasm was coming, and your walls continued to squeeze the blade handle inside of you.

"Fuck! SERGEANT!" You screamed as you released all over the handle. He continued to work you through your orgasm, adding his flesh fingers to your clit and making you cum again.

After he made you cum another three times by his fingers and handle alone, he finally pulled the blade out of you. It was absolutely filthy, the way that your juices had collected in streams in between the ridges of the handle.

Bucky chuckled, "Open up doll."

You opened your mouth obediently and he stuck the blade handle just a few inches into your mouth. He watched you suck your own juices off of the handle, your innocent eyes always on his. He groaned, leaning forward as his hard-on pulsed in his jeans.

He pulled the handle away from your lips, licking the rest of your delicious juices from the handle.

"One more thing before I obliterate this pussy." He whispered, running his fingers through your folds. "But I need to know that you're up for it. It's. . . It's not. . ."

"Buck, it's okay, just tell me." You said softly, reaching up to cradle his face.

"You can say no, of course." He said quickly, moving the blade to your inner thigh, resting it on a point there. "But I just. . . the idea of carving my name right here, so you always know who you belong to, it just entices me."

Your breath hitched in your throat. You'd always loved possessive Bucky.

He mistook the hitching of your breath though and said quickly, "It's fine! I know it would be a little painful and I would never hurt you and I know that maybe in the future you won't want it, or maybe you'd move on of course and you wouldn't want that there or-"

"Bucky." You said firmly, attempting to calm him down. "I would love for you to take possession of me."

Now his breath hitched in his throat and you waited. "Positive?" he asked quietly.

"Positive." You whispered with a smile.

He hesitated, watching your face. You just waited patiently until he picked the knife back up again, hovering it above your right inner thigh. He finally pressed down, breaking skin, and carved his name out. It wasn't deep and though it stung, it was doable.

He was very gentle, wiping away blood smears, his hands slightly trembling, but he couldn't keep the shit-eating grin off his face and it made you happy to see him like this.

He set the knife aside gently, placing a bandage over your new marking, and then kissed it gently. "Thank you doll. You mean the world to me."

"I love you Bucky. You're my Sergeant. I'll follow you to the end of the world." You whispered.

The two of you passionately kissed.

And then he followed through on his promise and obliterated you.

And then you got a wedding ring and seven kids out of it.

#Braveclementineworks #Kinktober2022 #18+readersonly #Knife Play #Bucky Barnes #Sergeant Kink #Sergeant Bucky Barnes #BuckyBarnesxreader #xreader #Kinktoberprompt #Knife kink #pet names #Marvel #Possession kink

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damianbugs · 1 year

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do you have any good tim fic recs? without him being massively woobified or fanonised

tim centric fics are not something i usually read (though that IS changing recently) BUT i do indeed have some recs that to me, personally, really encapsulate his character and i think about like all the time. a good tim drake fic can truly change the chemicals in your brain FOREVER.

woobified tim and i have personal beef with each other that will withstand all the generations to come, so i will not be touching him with a ten foot pole. do not fear.

TIM DRAKE CENTRIC FIC RECS ON AO3

Talk To Me by A_Canceled_Stamp

Bruce and Tim have a long-overdue heart-to-heart

MY NOTES: ohhh just the bruce and tim fic ever to exit. i reread this often when i just need a little comfort after things are rough, because it is so well written and i will never get over how sweet it is. happy tears in my eyes forever. bruce and tim is a dynamic that is so special.

lift this curse of bein' seventeen by arguablysomaya

When Tim first dreamed of becoming Robin, he’d been admiring Dick. When he became Red Robin, hurt and alone, he’d thought about the person Jason used to be. But after years of watching his older sister, Tim can’t help but reflect on how much he respects Cass and what she stands for.

As Batgirl, as Orphan, as Black Bat— as Cass, the woman that could face down pure evil and still sneak into Tim’s apartment to pull the laptop out of his hands and shove him into bed.

Or: In which Tim Drake gets a new name.

MY NOTES: oh my GOD. THE TIM DRAKE MOVES ON FROM ROBIN FIC EVER. i never once considered black bat tim but after reading this i genuinely have ascended to a new plain of tim drake understanding. not to mention wonderful tim and cass writing. i love their duo so much. (also!!! asian tim!!!)

by any other name would smell as sweet by misspickman

A dare and a couple of offhand comments set off a domino effect, sending Tim down one or two identity crises. Apparently everyone thinks it's time for him to do some self-reflection.

MY NOTES: i have said this so many times in these recs that it should be a given now to always expect a trans character fic as well. trans girl tim fic u are SO REAL. a friend recommended this to me and i read it all while standing up for a good half an hour unable to do anything else. changed my life forever. good lord

a soft place to land by unchosenone

Tim rubs the back of his head, trying to affect a joking tone. “I knew I should’ve just gone for the new escrima sticks.”

Dick is ready to be a good big brother to his grieving little bro. Tim flips the script.

MY NOTES: dick and tim are truly the brothers of all time i tear up just thinking about what they once had and everything they've lost. this fic is not about that though. this fic is about what a caring little brother tim is.

Check your mic by Lilac_hyacinth

“That wasn’t—” he stared at his bike’s display through fuzzy eyes. “I mean, Bernard’s not my—”

“It’s okay, Tim,” Steph said gently.

The comm felt like a knife in his ear.

“I’m not,” Tim said.

He didn’t know if he was saying "I’m not gay" or "I’m not okay," was pretty sure nobody else did either, and the next thing Tim knew, his comm was a crushed pile of plastic and tech in his clenched fist.

MY NOTES: first and foremost, if you are a fan of timber you NEED to check out this author. the best timber fics out there. this fic is especially special to me and i love the way the comfort was handled. seeing tim traverse through different parts of the queer experience will always be important to me.

#gee i wonder who this anon is from!#tim drake #batfam #saki batfam fic recs #bruce wayne #dick grayson #bernard dowd #timbern

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ereborne · 6 months

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WIP ask game: "backflip, faceplant", please! (also what's your ao3 handle? if you got one/don't mind/other)

Backflip, faceplant! Of all of these working titles, this is the one I think might work best as an actual title. It’s fun to say—imagine me tilting my head one way and then the other as I say it—and more importantly it doesn’t require a full six-degrees-of-kevin-bacon word association game to make sense to a viewer outside my head: it’s what happens in the first scene of the fic.

Essentially, this is my Dick Grayson character exploration, turned sort of emotional fix-it. Dick gets kicked around so consistently in canon that he often doesn’t actually have the opportunity to live up to the Eldest Daughter characterization fandom loves to give him, and I am in the fashion of comics fans everywhere creating my own timeline mishmash to allow for a different outcome.

What if before Jason died, Dick had managed to carve out a little space separate from his anger with Bruce, for the foundations of the brotherly relationship we all want them to have? What if the first time he laid eyes on Tim, Dick turned a piece of his grief for Jason into determination to grow an even better brotherly relationship with him? And what if Dick’s choice to grow those relationships had knock-on effects all the way down the line?

Featuring such highlights as: Tim and Babs conspiring to make sure Dick is never without backup in Bludhaven, professionally emotionally and otherwise; brain-scrambled Jason still pretty much autopilot adopting Damian in Nanda Parbat because when a kid falls over in front of you, you pick them the fuck up; ongoing ‘who can spill punch on the worst gala guest’ competitions between the Foxes and Waynes (surprise winner Kate Kane); the Titans and the Teen Titans and Timmy’s Weirdass Friends Too all working together better and more often; me rejecting p much everything New 52 except Strix, Strix can stay; a gargoyle with Dick Grayson’s perfect butt being commissioned for the Gotham Belltower as a loving and heartfelt tribute to everybody’s best big brother.

I’m just writing whatever nonsense makes me happy with no regard to pacing, so it's gotten pretty sprawling—past sprawling, really, probably if I were going to post it up, I'd have the main story as one work and then a second work with multiple chapters of excerpted scenes—but it’s emotionally rewarding and an excellent thought exercise for me trying to decide what parts of DC’s bonkers-ass timeline(s) I think are important.

Crime Alley natives only respond well to respect, and they never feel comfortable unless they’ve got the advantage. Dick settles at the edge of the mat, dropping into an easy flat-footed squat, eye-level with the kid. The kid immediately stands up from his crouch, and Dick doesn’t smirk, just tilts his head up to keep meeting his eyes. “That was a good tumble.” The kid’s looking for a lie, but he won’t find one. He’d landed on his face in the end, sure, but he’d fallen well. “You’ve got good balance, got reach—great instincts, which is more important. Once you get the footwork down, you’ll be set.” Dick, looking up into those suspicious eyes, realizes as he says it exactly how true it is. It’ll be tricky, walking the line between Crime Alley and Bruce’s particular brand of do-goodery, but once the kid gets his feet underneath him, he’ll be amazing. Well. Nothing else for it, really. There’s nobody better at finding a tricky balance point than Dick. “Here, let me show you.”

#asks #nolanfa #thank you for asking!#this answer has gotten as sprawling and nonsensical as the fic document itself but hopefully it is also as much fun #as for the other half of your question: I don't have an AO3 handle #(or well I lie--my AO3 is Trickstersdaughter--I just haven't used it for anything other than kudos so far)#the WIP stuff I've been putting up this last year-ish is actually the closest I've ever come to posting any of my writing in like #a social-media-adjacent manner you know so that people who knew my name could see it #my early experiences with the internet taught me a lot of interesting lessons about decoupling my self from my content #and I've pretty much kept that habit up ever since #but the places I've been posting in so far are falling apart and my spot here on tumblr has been so consistently lovely (thank you <3)#and I'm reconsidering my approach #if/when I put up more things either they'll be here or I'll try to post links here as well so y'all can see them

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