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dairy-farmer · 6 months

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Jason/Red Hood rescues Hybrid Tim from a breeding ring. Unknown to him, Tim was already pregnant at the time of the rescue and due to his hybrid nature, starts showing a few days later with a huge litter. Jason takes care of him as best as he can but as soon Tim has whelped, he’s inconsolable, wanting and needing to be bred again. Jason can’t do it. Won’t do it. Resolves to ask Bruce for help, regretfully giving Tim to his dad but knowing Bruce will find a good place for Tim and let him live a good life where he won’t be forced to be bred again and again and again. Instead Bruce takes Tim in. And breeds him. Again and again. Jason find outs a few months later when visiting Bruce and a tearful yet happy Tim thanks him for bringing him to Bruce. Jason feels sick.

👀👀👀👀👀YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! jason doesn't normally break up hybrid breeding rings- that's more damian and selina's territory. so the breeding ring he came across was more accidental but jason doesn't take it any less seriously than a human trafficking ring when he sees the state some of the bitches are in.

they're dirty, bruised, there's welts on their skin from kneeling on wire cage floors and many look like they're battling infections. worse is that many look dead in their cages. it's definitely a shitty operation. sloppy and dirty. which are the worst kinds of breeding rings.

but the worst part- the worst part of it is how many of them have healed or infected scars running horizontal on their throats, all barely an inch long. the goddamn ring runners had sliced their vocal cords.

of all the bitches he frees jason finds one in a not-so-bad state. the bitch is heavily pregnant which might explain his better treatment but he also seems like a new addition given that his knees and injuries aren't as bad. he's the healthiest of the bunch. but that's not saying much.

out of the nine hybrids in the facility jason uncovers, four succumb to their infections. two more are put down as a mercy. and the last two are stuck fighting for their lives in a state run hybrid shelter. if they're not adopted out in a year they'lll likely be put down to make room in the already overflowing shelters. it's a shitty fucking existence. jason is pretty iffy about the ethics of owning a hybrid, he knows a lot of activists argue about how hybrids and their close resemblance, their ability to speak to humans should earn them the same liberties, but just as many activists argue against it, insisting they're still pets and deserve humane treatment but they're hardly people, at most they're just glorified parrots.

jason isn't like damian or selina. he doesn't have the in depth knowledge or the contacts to non profits or charities to best help the little bundle of hybrids he uncovers. he's also not on very good terms with either of them and has no way of getting in touch with them. by the time he manages to get one of them on the phone six of the nine hybrids are already dead.

and jason...god. he's not some bleeding heart animal lover but even his stomach churns at the inhumanity of it all.

so jason sticks around, watching as the police assists the humane society, sticking his nose in the operation and beating few names out of some of the ring runners.

in the end only one hybrid has the highest chance of being fully rehabilitated and adopted. the others have wounds that will likely scar which will lower the likelihood of anyone wanting them. after all most people only wanted a hybrid because of their beauty. healthiest hybrid is named tim and jason....grows attached.

the state is only willing to offer so many resources for rescues and tim is pregnant which will make the cost of caring for him and his pups even higher. jason hears that and...he doesn't want to see another poor hybrid from that shitty operation die so he makes a decision. the animal welfare group that assisted in the rescue are more than grateful to hand tim over to jason and allow him to pay for the care and rehabilitation. that on top of a heft donation lets jason get tim and the pups in his belly looked over by a vet within hours of his rescue.

tim is a sweet hybrid despite what he's gone through. he's young and cute. he must be having his first litter because his tits are still tiny.

he warms up to jason quickly, often rubbing against jason in affection when he returns home because all the shelters were full and also because jason didn't feel....comfortable letting tim out of his sight so soon. tim's a sweet hybrid. he's obedient and good-tempered, and affectionate. the vet had even noted there were no great problems with tim's teeth or other extremities. which was great news. a healthy hybrid meant a higher chance of getting adopted even though jason wasn't too sure about why the thought made him uneasy.

jason often had the tv running in the background while he worked and cleaned. one time the annual hybrid shows had been on. all pretty, skinny, and perfectly polished hybrids and their equally as polished owners had shown off their lithe and athletic bodies and finely groomed manes. tim would've made a killing at those shows with his long, dark hair, bright blue eyes, cute triangle ears, and long sleek tail. he's really a gorgeous hybrid.

jason does his best to care for tim as his womb swells with a litter of pups. he spends a lot of time of the computer looking up the care of hybrids and calling and emailing various sanctuaries to take tim. but days pass doing that, then weeks. and jason is still trying and doing his best to care for tim.

then, early one saturday, jason walks into his living room to the sight of cushions, blankets, pillows, kitchen towels, and just about every other linen in the apartment that wasn't nailed down piled behind the couch where tim had decided to nest and have his pups.

the pups are tiny- barely handfuls of mewling baby with tiny ears and tails, blindly searching for their mama and his little tits full of milk. they make indignant squeaking noises when jason picks one up and lays them on their cooing mother's belly. the sight has jason....fuck alright he blinks back a few tears at how proudly tim purrs under his palm as he strokes a hand through his sweaty hair and murmurs comforts.

jason takes them all to the vet to be checked over and cares for them all for another two months before a spot opens in one of the sanctuaries damian has a contact with. it's relieving. a godsend. jason is already woefully under prepared for caring for a hybrid. he's gone too much in the day, he's had to limit the times he leaves gotham. he'll admit...he'll miss tim. the company was nice and tim has a way of melting away all of jason's tension and anger at the world.

but then he reads the fine print of the sanctuary.

they don't take breeding mothers. they're not going to take tim.

but they'll accept the pups. pups adopt easier than sexually matured hybrids like tim and the sanctuary just does not have the facilities, space, or manpower for a pupped hybrid.

tim cries when the sanctuary sends people to pick up his litter. the gloved and masked volunteers coo over tim, comforting him, offering him treats as they remove his mewling babies one by one.

jason knows it was the right decision but he can't help but feel like an asshole when tim whines and whimpers for days afterwards, searching for his pups, nosing through his nest and making a heartbreaking noise when he can't find hide nor hair of his babies.

a week later tim seems to be back to himself and jason breathes a sigh of relief.

but then tim tries presenting to him. jason had read about it before. about how sometimes hybrids bonded to their owner and started seeing them as members of their species by attempting to groom and mate with them. jason had known that but he just hadn't thought tim would have also developed those affections.

jason is met with tim bending over and revealing a puffy, pink slit that's glistening with wetness to him. tim whimpers and whines for jason's attention, rocking his hips, scenting jason aggressively on the couch, pawing for his crotch. jason wakes up to tim on top of him, wetly grinding his pink pussy over jason's mound and asking to be bred, telling jason he needs another litter in him- he needs it jason!

there's a reason that hybrids rescued from breeding rings are hard to adopt out and rehabilitate. once a hybrid is successfully bred the hormones from each successive breeding remains in their system. it's why many owners opt to neuter before their hybrid reaches sexual maturity and why many show hybrids have twin scars on their bellies or on their testicles showing where their tubes have been tied.

tim is no exception. the desire to be bred again and again and again that his original captors had locked him into a cage to do is still there and jason is sickened at the thought of sweet tim being made into...into a broodmare.

neither selina nor damian know any sanctuaries with open spots for bred bitches and without a certificate of ownership jason can't take tim to get fixed and even if he did jason has heard...things about what fixing a bred hybrid will do. they become moody, aggressive, depressed, they become shells of their former selves.

jason can't keep tim.

not only because he can feel his control slipping because tim really is a beautiful hybrid and that horrifies jason- but also because jason's cramped apartment is no place for a hybrid like tim. one of those sanctuary workers had mentioned it when they came to take tim's pups, asking about how he managed to get tim enough exercise in an apartment. after that it didn't escape jason's notice how tim was often glued to the windows, staring out at the streets below, the cars and the people all going by.

tim had already spent enough time in a cage.

and jason....jason just wants what's best for tim.

so...with few other options....jason drives tim over to the manor.

the manor sits on acres of woodland and open gardens. there are streams that jason used to hunt for frogs cutting through the property. it's open and isolated enough that tim doesn't have to worry about being hit by a car.

bruce has the money and connections to ensure tim can have an incredible life. one that isn't wrought with being bred every waking moment of the day or stuck in a tiny apartment in the city.

bruce is surprised when jason brings tim along with tim's toys, bed, and various half empty bags of treats. he tells bruce the situation and how he found tim, he tells bruce about how tim has nowhere else to go and deserves better and that jason is asking for his help.

because jason leaves tim alone in that apartment for hours at a time, sometimes he needs to leave gotham for months and he can't do that with tim and tim...tim has become more than he can handle (jason decides not to mention his...feelings about tim presenting and attempting to breed with him.)

bruce is hesitant. he's never had a hybrid before though he knows his father had owned a beautiful one in his youth that was buried in the family plot with the inscription of 'daffodil-beloved pet of thomas wayne'.

tim does not take long to convince him. he's affectionate and eager to know this new person, he makes curious sounds and asks bruce what his name is while climbing around him and tugging at bruce's clothes.

bruce is besotted by the end of the visit and jason feels a little more secure about having to leave gotham soon to follow up on some tips for other rings connected to the one he'd rescued tim from.

jason is secure in his decision to give tim to bruce who will either find a suitable home or give tim the life he deserves.

sometimes bruce sends him pictures of tim rolling in alfred's begonias and others of him napping in the sunbeam of one of the reading rooms.

tim looks full cheeked and pudgier in the photos, his body showing all the signs of indulgence a hybrid like him deserves.

its a few months later that jason gets a chance to visit the manor. he's eager to see tim and how he's doing.

he doesn't tell bruce he's coming.

that's probably why he's able to catch bruce in an unbuttoned shirt and loose-fitting slacks, pushed down to his thighs, eyes closed and brow furrowed in concentration while deeply fucking his cock into tim while out in the garden on a picnic blanket.

jason literally catches bruce with his pants down when he presses a gun to his cheek and demands an explanation to know what the fuck bruce thinks he's doing fucking a hybrid that had been rescued from a fucking breeding ring.

bruce is annoyingly calm and its only tim's whimpering that gets him to put the strap away.

inside the manor tim is rolling on the couch and trying to get comfortable on bruce's lap. jason can see that tim's a little pudgy but there's a familiar firmness on his abdomen that lets jason know tim is pregnant. at least a month.

bruce explains. slowly. about how bred hybrids like tim can't just...stop being bred. tim was so well-adjusted and his attempts at initiating breeding seemed to indicate that whatever experiences he may have had- they didn't appear to form firm objections in his mind.

so....bruce did what any good owner did. he bred a sweet little hybrid that begged their master for pups and a womb full of a new litter.

tim is throughly scenting bruce and pressing close, every inch of his body indicating affection.

but jason...jason can't help but feel....disgusted.

he'd trusted bruce. trusted bruce to not put tim into a life where he'd be bred again and again and again. bruce hadn't been there when tim lost his first litter! he hadn't seen how depressed tim got!!!

was he really ready to put tim through that kind of pain again and again?

bruce frowned at that, saying of course he wouldn't! that's why he was going to be keeping all the litters he fathered with tim.

bruce was taking tim's needs into account- like he promised jason.

bruce wanted to give tim a good life in wayne manor.

jason isn't placated.

this isn't what he'd meant. it isn't what he'd wanted.

the only thing that makes it worse is tim piping up. he's speaking lowly and purring and thanking jason for bringing him to his new master, for giving him a home with a kind master that kept his womb full and let him keep all his little pups.

tim thanks jason for giving him to bruce with so much tearful adoration and thanks that jason can't even form an argument to bruce about it.

bruce has bred the hybrid jason gave him. bruce is planning to continue to breed the hybrid. and there's nothing jason can do about it.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #brutim #jaytim

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igniting-quill · 2 months

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6 10 and 16 for the oc ask game! any character

Great Questions! I’m going to switch up the characters for this one because some of them will be boring if I just stick with one.

6. Is there any significance behind their eye color?

I answer this question with Émilie Eye, my D&D character for @silly-goofy-mood‘s survival campaign.

For Émilie, not necessarily? She’s got brown eyes naturally, but because blue contacts exist, she wears those and presents as someone as blue eyes. So there’s a part of me being like NEARSIGHTEDNESS IN FANTASY MEDIA LETS GOOO, and c’mon Émilie, you really had to do us brown eyed people like that huh.

The Orange eye is that way because it’s the colors of her Patron, Chegg, which is based on the “educational” company behind many a college (and high school) plagiarism/cheating scandal LOL. I don’t think it’s orange most of the time, just when she casts spells and uses aspects of her Warlock power.

I have yet to play this character. We’ll see if anything changes about this!

10. If they have an LI, how much of their character is tailored to be compatible to that person?

I answer this question with Luxury Quartz, my D&D character for @theccrowsnest‘s WAAX college campaign.

Lux had not just one, but two love interests in this campaign. One was the toxic abusive boyfriend, Vaughn Morelli, and one was the true end game lover, Angel.

I thought mostly about Lux’s relationship with Vaughn, so yes, she was incredibly tailored to Vaughn. The incredible emphasis Lux puts on looks/appearance (especially as someone who works and theater and wants to be a performer) and finding Vaughn hella attractive for example. Also, Lux kinda going hand in hand with being a performer as Vaughn’s significant other.

Also! I wanted to make a thing about beauty causing you to be doomed (especially if you’re fem presenting). I was watching D20′s Neverafter when I was creating Lux’s concept, and that was a huge thing that got me thinking about fairytales and how oftentimes the “pretty woman” is the one everyone is jealous of, pursued without concent, etc. etc.

Additionally, I researched a bit into some toxic couples in media so I based Lux a little off of Maddy from Euphoria: someone who seemingly has a lot of power and control while simultaneously being powerless to a toxic partner.

There’s more that’s all I remember off the top of my head.

16. What is something about your OC can make you cry?

This is gonna be weird, but I’m going to choose Damien Wang from the masks campaign. This character is heavily based off of Damian Wayne from DC, which I have never consumed any canon media of! I already pinged crow, same DM from the prev question.

I’m still crafting this characters backstory, but I have things I want to talk about!

The first thing: what does it mean to be a child assassin and brought out into the real world? You have been used to dehumanizing people your whole life, trusting only yourself and your crew. Now, you’re a kid that has to... socialize? Make friends? Behave “normally” while making references to things you’ve never known about until now? I had this idea for a fic I have yet to write of just... Damien playing Animal Crossing and learning about what it means to have neighbors and a community, especially in a scenario where those no game mechanic to kill any of them. Some people annoy him sure. But also, he’s just, sobbing when someone moves out for the first time.

The second thing, I wanted to talk about a story of loss: losing your heritage, losing your friends, and losing your purpose? These are things that happen when he leaves the cult, also known as the Assassin’s Secret Society.

Heritage: is on Damien losing his language, his culture, and his Chinese mother (who is still part of the cult-like society). Friends: is losing on all the fellow child assassins and members of this society. And finally purpose: when you’re in that mindset you have a goal, get the most kills. Now, what can Damien do? Homework? School? Games maybe, but it all feels aimless.

And maybe that’s why he’s so goddamn angry all the time, you little gremlin.

#waax #d&d #oc #ocs #my oc #my ocs #ask game #dnd #masks #Émilie Eye #Luxury Quartz #I would tag this Damien Wang but there's some poor kid named that for sure considering that the Wang name is just the Smith of Chinese folk #Willowtide Arcane Academy

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cutiecorner · 2 years

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I recently found out that Damian is a huge animal lover, to point of being a vegetarian, and I think that is such a sweet trait for him so here's baby Damian in animal themed clothing

#agere #fandom agere #dc agere #batman agere #mouseprints #shhhhh ignore the proportions my style is an ambiguos zone where everyone is pocket sized #i mostly say so because i have no idea how to draw great danes lmao

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fancyfade · 3 years

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Dick, Duke, Damian!

TY for asks ^_^

Dick: answered here (link)

Duke

How I feel about this character

I liked Duke in all the appearances I saw him in. I really like how proactive he is about his situation and he's like "oh so everyone wants me to just focus on being a kid and wait for someone else to find my parents? Like hell"

also when we get to see how smart he is like when he deduces dick's secret identity in robin war which lmao admittedly wasn't hard because this was post nightwing being unmasked on tv

All the people I ship romantically with this character

none sorry duke i haven't seen you interact with a ton of kids your age besides the robin people and i don't remember shipping you with anyone from we are robin

My non-romantic OTP for this character

... again sadly i haven't read the most duke so I'm not sure yet. I got recced Batman and the outsiders for duke and cass we'll see if i like them there

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't know if I've seen enough Duke fandom discourse know whether my opinions are unpopular or not

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I feel like it was a huge mistake to have duke's parents be too injured/sick/insane from joker venom or whatever to actually talk to him. I wanted to see a Duke and his parents reunion scene I want to see how they react to him and I want to see if he decides to tell them what he's been up to this whole time or not but unless they got cured and I didn't hear about it, we never do

Damian

How I feel about this character

obviously I love him times 1000. he is at the moment my favorite Batfam member (it changes)

Damian is so important to me for many reasons one of which is the gradualness of his character arc which felt extremely realistic, the other is that he's allowed to be a 'messy' non-ideal survivor who is angry and has a hard time adapting to the new situation he finds himself in. that is extremely relatable and important and i feel like his rough intro to the batfam is the entire fucking point.

but anyway more on the character arc thing: him being able to finally articulate why killing people is wrong and talking suren down from destroying the world with compassion and empathy for his situation in R:SoB is so fucking powerful

i love how in R:SoB and even the start of the teen titans run (first 6 issues) his theme when he sees kids as supervillains is like “okay you are me and i’m helping”. thats part of why i don’t vibe with when the villains in supersons are all kids i’m like lmao you’re telling me damian wouldn’t see a bunch of kids doing evil without trying to talk them down/recruit them? yes he will kick butt if he has to but as he says in R:SoB ‘you can empathize with someone and still have to crush them’

another thing is he is actually extremely compassionate. like any time he's giving gifts he's always so fucking genuine and puts in so much work and he cares so much about his family

I also obviously love his confidence/arrogance (Depending on the time in his characterization whether its genuine confidence or more of arrogance).

All the people I ship romantically with this character

no one because he's like 10-13 in the majority of his appearances.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

So many good ones. A real toss up between Damian and Maya or Damian and Dick.

My unpopular opinion about this character

oof so many i'll try to keep it limited

i really don't vibe with "damian had a bunch of pets even when he was in the league/ was always an animal lover thing" because first of all I like how his reaction to animals and caring of his pets parallels his behavior towards people changing and secondly yes i know goliath exists but I already explained I view that more of as Damian projected majorly on goliath and also like.

I also especially disagree with anyone who acts like he needs to be taken down a notch and tbh it always reads as kind of pathetic to me. like. imagine being threatened by a fictional 10-13 year old.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

if we're retconning things? Retconning that horrible character assassination. should have just retconned it out completely or made it a result of other factors outside his control like brainwashing or smthing rather than trying to be like "oh he did decide to do everything but........"

outside of that

we were robbed when we never got damian suren interactions after damian gets him to stop destroying the world. Like I feel it could have been very cool to see Damian being the "normal" one and trying to help suren figure out how to interact outside murder cults.

#whatsacreativeusername #ask #tumblr games #damian wayne #duke thomas #dc comics

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heleizition · 4 years

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This one is probably rlly random and you dont have to answer, but if you made like, your own Robin oc (like an OC who was/is Robin) what would they be like?

OK LISTEN i dont like making characters inside a universe that already exists but i can make AUs for my ocs who already exist !!!!!!!! so pls meet (part of) my oc’s batfam/dc au i guess!!!!

let’s start with big bat noah !!!! the Mom, batman bc fuck gender norms and batwoman is a mouthful, and also most people didn’t notice she was a woman for months..... like bruce she’s the heiress of a big company that made her a billionaire after her parents died, im not rly clear on her background so like, let’s just roll with the usual turned into a furry to deal with her trauma. she is known to be a Wild Animal, parties a lot, does a lot of extreme adrenaline sports, not really a airhead but mostly never outgrew the rich kid thing . . ... OR DID SHE ?

shes a big lesbian and i actually never designed her partner in her original universe but u can assume that they’re the super of this world maybe,,,, and that they have huge unresolved sexual tension,,, u know,,, the usual

next u got the two big birds..... abel was the first robin, adopted by noah after she rescued him as batman. im not exactly sure what to do with his original background in the dc au but his family was deep in crime stuff, and she threw him out of danger and he just stuck with her. had probably some assassin training going on, not to the level of damian but still there. a flexible boy !!!!! pretty enthusiast and cheerful bc if he stops he’ll just break down and cry bc he hates himself !!!!!!!!!! man the boy has trauma!!!!!!!!!! when noah takes him in he just itches to do stuff, he’s seen a lot, he wants to help her, and at first she doesn’t want to but he keeps sneaking out and figuring our where she’ll be to help... stubborn boy.

cody is a metahuman, was part of experiments and one of the only successful ones, and the last one, since she burnt the laboratory down to ashes when she broke free !!!!! shes a rogue i guess ?? her powers involve white fire and also flight, she’s been killing and hurting mostly people involved with child trafficking as she was a victim of it, and ends up on the bats’s radar a lot bc she’s dangerous. she was 14 (and abel 13) when she broke free, and she’s been in and out arkham at some point too, and the older they grew the more these two flirted, and they’ve sat and talked abt each other a lot and they’re ennemies to lovers but also the lovers part is on and off bc they’re scared of commitment and what it’d mean between abel being a bat and cody being. an ennemy, most of the time. noah actually doesnt mind as long as she doesnt hurt her son (her kids in general) and she has seen cody fighting to protect the people of this family before so. she approves. abel is just a coward. i love them so fucking much man

THEN u got nell !!!!!!!!!! he’s the main of my oc’s story and he ANGY and EMO and listens to skillet while crying in the dark. he rly rly fits the red hood/jason’s story in general tbh... it makes me emo... anyway he’s lived in the shit part of town for all of his childhood, he was abused by his dad after his mom died, and he had to protect his lil sis and eventually he killed his dad, except his lil sister, belly, came home just to see it and he panicked and left. he’s been living on the streets since then and has gone through rly shitty stuff to survive and he’s seen belly living with who used to be their neighbor whos a really kind woman so he jst, doesnt worry, drops some money on her window sometimes but never interracts w her bc he’s scared and an idiot,,, anyway noah finds him in a stupid way similar to jason’s and he’s angy and dont trust anything or anyone or the soft bed waiting for him at the manor and no one asking for anything in return and slowly opens up,, abel is rly good with him and noah is patient and kind and doesnt want him to be robin at first, she just wants him to be her son, but he wants to be useful and he thrives on fighting and the justice, he needs it, needs justice, and noah lets him join her, and they’re so good, so so good, but then he dies. he dies and they’re devasted and thats when noah says it, no more kids out there, not on her watch, and he dies and its so sad

(but he doesn’t stay dead, and it adds to his many many issues, and he comes back, and he’s even more angry than he was before, and he knows noah has adopted another kid, and he hasn’t even looked to see if robin was out there, he’s just angry and feels replaced and he’s not even sure where this anger came from because it feels misplaced and foreign but he just gives in, and when he’s finally face to face with noah he fights and she shields herself and ends up pinning him on the floor and hugging him and crying bc she’s so happy he’s alive, and they just cry and nell realises his anger is so confusing and not his)

he does become an equivalent to the red hood, wants to toe this grey line of giving justice to those who always escape it, a definitive one, and noah accept it with time, bc he’s her son and she just wants him to be okay, and if it’s his way then she’ll accept it, bc she knows she cant save gotham alone with her own way.

SAY HI TO BATGIRL probably the only batgirl bc none of my other characters would Fit the title >:0 !!!!!!! her parents are politicians in gotham, not exactly the best kind of people but they’re good loving parents,,, she grew up going to galas and having to interract with the pompous people, knew noah before she knew she was batman. shes sweet and has a big sense of justice but hates the way politics affected her parents and growing up she noticed all the stuff they let slide and did just for the sake of winning and decided to just, do her things. her parents got her self defense lessons starting young and she had some notions of fighting so she just, threw herself out there, got her ass handed to her but kept going and noah got tired of seeing this little girl doing That and being Not Safe so she just (adopts emotionally). she and abel started out together and they’re tight and he helped her a lot to train and she broke through his emotional walls bc she Knows how to read people,,, they’re pretty tactile n loving together :((( she’s also a Lesbian and gets a metahuman gf later ... shes nell’s big sis and gets a bit frustrated when he’s Worse than abel with letting people in . but eventually they get rly close before he dies lmaoooo

sO there are a lot more characters i wanna get in it like, nell’s little sister finding him again and eventually becoming part of the batfam, and also the third kid noah adopts is called eden and he’s super smart and picks up on medical studies and tinker with engineering and has no desire to go out there and fight but he’s great support and he’s also angsty and comes from a rich family from gotham - yes again lmao - and also jasper who’s a meta who doesn’t know how to control his powers and whos the goodest boy,,, he does end up becoming a vigilante !!! and also titania who’s lena’s gf soon to be wife...... and eden’s siblings .... AND VIK who would . basically be roy . and nell’s bf . anyway . so much to talk about but ill just stop here fJOSEFOSEFJO

#ask me #the unwanted #noah #nell #lena #cody #abel #ocs #long post #Anonymous #eddy's art

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captainshazamerica · 3 years

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Yeah I don't like brutalia either primarily because talia is out of his league no pun intended (and ahem she's my wife piss off bruce lol) i love that the impact of thier story is Damian!!!hahaaa

I dont ship babs with anyone really I wouldn't mind DinahBabs but I'm not fussed I just don't like her with bruce or any of his kids, they squished her into a relationship with dick and then in animated movie she was with bruce 😨 and I'm not sure if her and jason ever actually got together but he left her a note confessing his love which she never read so? Also Jay kid going after his big bros ex 😅

I dont really like WonderBat for no reason other than it feels so freakin weird to look at like my brain refuses to process it

I'd die for supes/lois harlivy and alfred/tea 😊 I like that you sent spideypool to superhell hahaa

Dickkory is supreme imo they should get married and let live in peace with thier chaotic super kids

Platonic stucky & SuperBat the brotp feels!!!! Just choosing someone and being like that idiot right there is my brother my family and I'd die for them is just ahhhh you're right platonic ships are the best ❤ohh whose your fav ships/otps ? I mean Lee and Ed yeah? I love ed he's such a poor disaster honestly bless him

💖🌼💖🌼💖

LMAO at Talia being out of his league, the pun fits way too much tho 🤣👏🏻"piss off bruce" lmfaoo, get it!😂 I just dont like that some versions have dub con with her and Bruce, puts a yucky taste in my mouth and kinda tainted the whole ship for me tbh. I like versions of her where she isnt like evil lol. Honestly I dont really ship Bruce with anyone, I like the Ace!Bruce headcanon tbh! But lmao yeah that's exactly where I was going going the impact of the ship being damian ahahaha

Yeah I feel like I just dont know Babs well enough (well in canon, I feel like I know Fanon her way more xD she never seems to be in the stuff I watch and read too much) to go full out shipping her with someone, I dont oppose to DickBabs tho and love a good childhood friend to lovers trope, I just havent seen them in canon much. And yeah never actually heard of DinahBabs, again I'm not opposed to it but I honestly dont know Dinah well enough to ship her with anyone other than canon tbh. Wait which animated movie with babs with bruce?! I for some reason dont remember that?! I know she was Jim's wife in Gotham by Gaslight (hate that but like the movie, especially the street rat Robin's all together omg). But like I can actually see her and Jason a bit, I need to look into that more. Omg he did? Which comics???he is so dramatic tho, he freaking would leave a damn love letter 🤣that's so jason tho to go after his brother's ex too😂👏🏻

Omg SAME ABOUT WONDERBAT, omg, like that's my EXACT feelings towards it! For some weird reason it makes me brain go Huh? But I cant pinpoint why! I mean, she also is too good for him/out of his league lmao

So confession, I've never liked Supes that much at all and only recently started to come around after diving so deep into the Bat and titans world xD So I dont have a huge connection/seen Supes/Lois in much but I do think they are very cute, I just need to watch and read more of them! And Harlivy is iconic man. And are you even a batfan if you dont love Alfred and tea?! Gosh I would die for alfred tbh, he is too freaking pure for this world. That bats would be NOWHERE without alfred man

Lmao about me sending spideypool to superhell 🤣 like listen,there arent too many pop ships I would send there but they are one of them man xD On top of the fact I think of Peter as a high schooler and Wade way older, not to mention wade would corrupt that poor child, the whole ship just gives off Cursed vibes to me man🤣🤣🤣

Bro I need to read more of Dickkory cause while I dont like oppose, i just feel pretty neutral! What makes them supreme to you? Win me over Batanon!! Like I wanna go hard for it but again I guess I just havent read enough of them?(tho again, I LOVE the IG Teen Titans version of the ship!)

Dude YES to platonic stucky and sueprbats!!!! I rarely see them get platonic love in the fandoms!(tho platonic superbats gets more than platonic stucky it seems). But YES! Amen to what you said! I also am an only child so I kinda love any found family sibling vibes, especially bros.

Lmao you know me so well, def Nygmakins (Lee x Ed) is like my otp(he truly is a mess and needs her to stay in line man, Oswald is too much of a mess as well xD ) and I love how she is helping him fight his inner demons type trope and they are both like morally grey at that point in time and the chemistry and ah!

But also, Bbrae (Beast Boy x Raven (in all forms), DamiRae(Damian x Raven(especially in Justice Leauge Dark Apokalypse war), YJ Artemis x Wally (cant think of the ship name at the moment ), and most recently Jaytemis(Jason x Artemis, dif Artemis, this one is an Amazonian Bi queeeen )

#i love you batanon #batanon #dc #batman #ships #meredith thoughts #meredith gets an ask #dc ships #ask #asks

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nora-not-the-explorer · 4 years

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Until my Roommate stops being mad at me im gonna make call out posts!!!

@not-a-henchperson

first call out post! When we first moved in with each-other freshman year and I found out she was from Star City I did what any good Gothamite would do and grille her about the Wayne kids. Theses are her answers:

Dick Grayson: “Oh! I know about him! didn’t he move out of Gotham to become a cop? He won Sexiest man one year right? He seems nice, pretty bubbly too, handsome......”

Jason Todd: “Wait- didn’t he die, yeah no I remember reading about that, it was just awful- .....what do mean he’s back?....no wait don’t just skip-”

Tim Drake: “OH! He was at the opening of the Wayne Enterprise branch in Star City. Smart looking, well spoken. I liked him he seemed really mature and put together, little jealous sing it seems like he had his life together. ”

Casandra Cain: I dont really know much about her....you don’t really hear a lot on her. I saw a few photos of her though, she’s like insanely pretty.

Helena Wayne: she just kinda stared at the photo I brought up and tried to speak but just pointed and continued to try and speak. (This went on for several minutes)

Damian Wayne: “oh my god he’s so adorable! He has that little pout and that adorable little face. I just wanna squish him! I heard he’s a huge animal lover too, I read somewhere that he’s a vegetarian. That’s dedication. But honestly have you seen his cute little face it just begging to squished and pinched!”

#left shoe saga #left shoe dc rp #left shoe rp #dc rp #gotham gcu rp #batman rp #gotham u rp

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batbirdies · 4 years

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NaNoWriMo 2019 Batfam fic Part 4

Part 4 of my Jason Todd Batfam fic where Jason agrees to dog sit Titus, there are som deep seated issues, unintended animal therapy, snarky text messages between robins and eventually some reconciliation between father and son. Takes place in a murky in between time sometime after Damian was resurrected.

Just a note: these are “snippets” so do not directly follow each other in the exact narrative....this one is on the short side in comparison to the others. Also a reminder than these are very rough drafts so you can expect a lot of mistakes...But if you like it I will eventually be posting it on my ao3!

Part 1,

Part 2,

Part 3

And he watches Titus after he sends the message, wondering how he can be so relaxed in this new place with this stranger he’s never met. Wonders where Damian even got a Great Dane and how the kid ended up being such an animal lover in the first place. It definitely seems out of character considering what else he knows of the kid.

But Jason was a little street rat and he’d loved animals too. Even when he was getting chased down by pimp’s and gang’s guard dogs he never lost the want. It was weird to think about, after Bruce had said it, when Jason had realized it was true. How could he have forgotten that? It’s not like he’d stopped liking dogs. Making the effort to remember is like looking through an old dirty window at something, squinting at the details, It’s hard but he can still make them out.

He remembered feeding strays if he ever had anything extra, and even sometimes when he didn’t if they were particularly friendly. There wasn’t a lot to daydream about as a kid on the streets, nothing that didn’t leave you with a bitter pit in your empty stomach. But there were small things, like finding an extra good, and out of the way, shelter. Discovering an abandoned apartment with no other squatters, finding a new pair of shoes in the bargain bins outside the second hand store - and having a dog.

There was a particular old stray Jason had liked, some kind of mutt that was on the smaller side, walked with a limp, skittish, but eager for affection. He’d always wanted to win it over, get it to like him so he’d come when called or even follow him around. Sometimes a dog was better company than other people out on the streets. Well, and maybe other places too. He’d always hoped, but as soon as Jason started trying to keep him in one place he’d disappear for a few days. Jason got that, other people’s expectations made him nervous too.

And then he’d met Bruce.

He’d never seen the dog again. Knew he probably never would.

Instead he’d distracted himself with new fantasies, bigger ones that seemed entirely possible in a world where you could be adopted by one of the richest men in the world who also turned out to be a superhero. Nothing was impossible then.

The desire for a dog hadn’t gone away though. Jason distinctly remembered wheedling Bruce repeatedly.

“I can handle it! I’ve got plenty of responsibility, I’m Robin!”

And then Bruce going on in that patient, droning way he’d had.

“Yes, you have plenty of responsibility right now, you don’t need anymore right this minute. Just...wait until you get a little older.”

Jason had pouted about it, until he had found a photo of Bruce as a kid with a huge dog with a tag that read Ace (A really freaking stupid name for a dog, Jason thought) and he’d confronted him about it.

Bruce had sighed and said yes, he’d had a dog when he was younger, but it had gotten sick when he was about 12 years old, and they’d had to put it to sleep. It...was difficult.

And then Jason sort of got it, and he stopped asking after that.

But now Damian has all these pets and Jason sort of wants to think something stupid about favorite children but, he kinda doesn’t think that’s it. Maybe he’ll ask Bruce about it when they get back.

Or maybe not. Not like he wants to talk to the guy.

#Jason Todd #Fanfiction #Batfam #Red Hood #Nanowrimo

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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 years

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OMG!! Seeing that Damian with zoo keeper SO is so cute 💚! I can’t help but think of what about Beastboy having a SO who’s a huge animal lover and often asks him all kinds of questions of what it’s like being an animal. Please and thanks!!!

That sounds like it could be so cute! I can totally write that. Thanks

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foxydivaxx · 5 years

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Even More AOT Reality AU shit

Some more headcanons for y’all

- Prior to the show, Eren was part of another very well known reality show which serves as a prequel to this one called Tokyo Kids (which is anime Jersey Shore xD) where he and Armin were part of an ensemble cast. (Yup now you know how the Trost show actually came about.)

- Mikasa was salty about not being in the Tokyo Kids show and shoehorned herself in there using her dad’s connections much to Levi’s horror.This is part of why Eren and Armin act like bitches towards her both on and off screen

- Eren’s rival from Tokyo Kids is Kaneki Ken ironically and said boy happens to be Eren’s main chart rival

- Kaneki himself also scored a spinoff centered around himself and his hometown called Anteiku

- Both Anteiku and Living in Trost fanbases have a heated rivalry just like the two main protagonists themselves

- The other rival is Lelouch and he too has his own show called Life of Zero which is also thrown into the mix. These shows are referred to as the Big Three of Reality TV. The three protagonists are referred to collectively by the media as The Three Heavenly Kings of Pop.

- One thing that everyone from all these shows can agree on is that Mikasa is a menace. So expect crossover episodes with all three shows with Lelouch, Kaneki and Eren putting aside their differences for a while and come up with complicated plans to take down Mikasa to varying degrees

- Yup almost everyone hates Mikasa and later Gabi.

- One person all three hate even more than Mikasa that occasionally causes problems for all three of them is none other than Light Yagami

- Light was the resident torublemaker on Tokyo Kids hence the animosity.

- The occupations of the gang in this verse (Pretty much everyone is involved with the entertainment industry in some shape or form):

Eren: reality tv star, actor, pop star extraordinaire, badass dancer, occasional supermodel xD

Levi: rock god, actor, the other supermodel

Erwin: Actor/Singer

Hange: Actress

Petra: Model/ Fashion designer

Oluo: Loud mouthed Actor

Mikasa: model with diva like tendencies

Armin: Actor, model and yet another famous reality star

Jean: Yet another divalike model

Marco: Yet another model

Annie: Former wrestling superstar cum actress

Reiner: Football superstar trying an acting career

Bertholedt: Same as Reiner

Historia: (as mentioned earlier) Famous pop princess

Ymir: Her bodyguard and bestie and lover plus a famous athlete

Sasha and Connie: Stand up comedians xD

- Photoshoots are a big must especially for the vain kids like Eren and Jean xD.

- Expect a gazillion of selfies especially from Ereri and Jean

- Beach episodes are another excuse for fanservice

- One of the most memorable episodes is the special karaoke episode where the artistes amongst the cast have to sing their own songs. Historia is a bit embarassed at first but after some coercing from Ymir, Eren and Levi, she finally agrees

- The most talked segment is obviously Eren’s performance where he pulls some sick Michael Jackson moves with a fedora and jacket xD. Mikasa was so pissed that she snatched the microphone and tries to sing but fails because she cannot sing at all, earning a lot of laughs from everyone and literally embarrassing herself in front of everyone

- The entire DC and Marvel verse particularly the Batfamily are huge fans of the show. So imagine the kids especially talking about the show during patrol

- “Guys did y’all see that episode where Historia beat up Mikasa?!”

“OMG!! I saw that!! Bitch deserves it though!!”

“Wait...so the Big Three are teaming up huh? About fucking time!!”

- Bruce won’t admit it but he binge watches the show secretly when the kids aren’t there and occasionally discusses it with Alfred

-Damian won’t admit it too but he also likes the show particularly the way Eren fires back at those that try to piss him off. He can relate with that.

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holy-fate-worse-than-death · 5 years

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Red has a new chapter!

Chapter 13 is here! That’s right, it’s the Jaydick fluff chapter you’ve all been waiting for! (No? Just me? Okay...)

As always, you can read the whole fic here, but I feel like this chapter can be read as a standalone bit of Jaydick fluff (with some Superbat mentions), so I’ll post it below the cut.

Word count: 3966 because I’m a long-winded bitch who likes describing Dick Grayson’s face a whole lot

Content Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, mentions of sex, mentions of canon-typical violence

He was waiting until Bruce got back, Jason told himself. But his fingers, tapping impatiently against the steering wheel in front of him, told a different story. Maybe it was this damn car, a silver Porsche 911 that was older than Jason was. It was small, sleek and low to the ground; not the sort of car Jason would usually drive, but he’d picked it from the garage that morning because he remembered that it was the one Dick had taken his first joyride in. It had seemed appropriate, given that he was driving to Blüdhaven and back. The plan that was slowly coming to life in his head, unfurling like blueprints across the Batcave’s conference table, was fuelled by the type of sheer ego that only Bruce Wayne could pull off. Bruce Wayne and all his shiny cars, and even shinier gadgets.

Jason sighed, reaching out and flicking off the radio with a short, frustrated noise. As if the lasts few days hadn’t been enough to wind him up, every radio DJ in Gotham had seemingly forgotten what taste was while he was gone.

He fished his phone out from the centre console and jammed it into the mount on the dash. It connected to the car’s radio automatically. Jason was planning to play some of his own music, but when his fingers touched the phone he found himself calling Dick’s number instead.

I was going to surprise him, he thought as he set the call to speaker.

It took a few rings for Dick to pick up, and Jason found his heart skipping with each one. A knot formed under his diaphragm and it seemed to siphon off some of his air, leaving him not-quite breathless.

“Jay?” Dick asked mildly, a hint of surprise in his voice.

See the thing is, Jason never calls first. He isn’t – has never been – the one to initiate these things. It was always a one-word text from Dick to Jason’s cell; just the word ‘now’ or an address. Jason never replied to them, but he always showed up. But then that night had happened- and god, Jason couldn’t think about it without wanting to scream or cry or something. How had he gone from ramming Dick’s ass once or twice a month to I hate you for making me fall in love with you, all in one night?

“You driving?” Dick asked after a while, when Jason didn’t say anything.

In retrospect, he probably could have at least said ‘hello’. But there was blood rushing in his ears and someone had just cut him off on the highway. He hummed in affirmation, wondering if Dick could even hear him through the speaker.

Dick’s voice dropped lower then, more serious. Jason pictured him sitting down, tensing his shoulders and worrying at the hem of his sleeve like he always did when he was nervous.

“How’s Damian?” he breathed.

Jason smiled then, despite Dick’s sombre tone. Perhaps he should have been worried, but truth be told the kid was bouncing back like a champ. He’d even had the Kent kid over yesterday. They’d squabbled over ice-cream flavours like real kids, and Jason’s chest had been full to bursting. The Kent kid – Jon – had helped Damian feed all his animals, even his cow and the two-dozen battery hens that now roamed Wayne Manor’s hedge maze (and Jesus, Jason would have to ask Dick later how the fuck that had come to be). It had been weird, seeing these two miniature versions of Bruce and Clark chase each other around the Manor, but it had also felt so spine-tinglingly right.

“He looks like his mom when he smiles,” Jason murmured, not realising he’d spoken out loud until the words were already hanging like a warm cloud in the air.

“How well did you know her?” Dick enquired.

Dick was always so inquisitive, so full of questions. For a long time, it had annoyed Jason, pissed him off to the point where he’d yelled at his older counterpart about it a time or two. But these days he’d just resigned himself to it; understood that it was the natural companion for Jason’s (no doubt equally as infuriating) brevity.

As if to hammer that point home, Jason replied with a single word: “Well.”

Dick hmmed at him then, just as Jason turned onto the Blüdhaven off-ramp. Now or never, he thought to himself.

“You at home?” he asked gruffly.

“Yeah,” Dick replied easily, a smile creeping into his voice, “Night off.”

“I’m coming over,” Jason told him, not bothering to phrase it as a question.

Dick’s breath hitched on the other end of the line and Jason chewed on his lip, wondering if he’d pushed his luck too far.

“Okay,” Dick eventually breathed, letting out a long, shaky breath that Jason wasn’t sure he was meant to hear.

Jason smirked to himself, relieved that he could still take the guy’s breath away when he wanted to. Emboldened, he asked, “So… what are you wearing?”

He’d figured the question – which was the sort of thing only straight men in their forties ever asked their dates – would have earned him a laugh from his jovial older counterpart. Instead, silence tore a schism between them, and Jason was left feeling like all the air had been sucked from inside the car.

When Dick finally spoke, he wasn’t even angry, he just sounded sad: “Jay, please don’t make fun of this.”

Jason’s stomach sank so far that he could feel it in his knees. In his mind’s eye he was seeing Clark, in that abandoned hospital on the outskirts of Smallville, flinching at Jason’s joke and trying desperately to hide it. That moment had already broken Jason’s heart, and somehow this one was so much worse.

He wanted to grab Dick’s sweet, scared face in his hands and kiss him until he forgot every stupid thing Jason had ever said; until he could feel Jason’s feelings pulsating between them. He wanted to breathe new life into this tired, terrified boy who’d been the only one brave enough to call this what it was. The one who’d been brave enough to call Jason’s name since the very first night they were together. The one who’d kept letting him in, piece by piece, knowing that the Red Hood would almost certainly break him; run him through and pierce his heart like he’d done to so many men before him. Admittedly, those men had been criminals, not lovers, but sometimes Jason felt like his whole being existed to cater to criminals.

“I’ll be over in fifteen,” Jay croaked, fumbling to hang up the phone before Dick could protest.

He looked at himself in the rear-view mirror; eyes downturned and sad under a grey-white fringe that had been neatly combed to one side. His eyeliner was smoky, and a little too thick, because he’d applied it in the car to avoid having that conversation with Damian. Not that he was ashamed, it just seemed like something that his brother didn’t need to be thinking about right now, especially with the way the Kent kid made him blush. Jeez, he thought, they really are their father’s sons.

Jason had pulled a crisp white tee from Bruce’s closet (all of Jason’s were stained or torn) and paired it with his tightest black jeans, throwing his usual jacket and boots on with it. Somehow the shirt was enough to clean up his whole look, and he was glad; he wanted Dick to know he’d put in a little effort.

For fucking once, Jason thought bitterly, glaring at his own reflection.

Dick’s loft in Blüdhaven was an intimidatingly light and airy place, with none of the Gotham gothic style Jason was used to. Even in the various short-term rentals Jason had lived in over the years (including a few here in Blüdhaven), Jason had maintained the greyscale colour palette of Wayne Manor and The Penthouse. Here, everything was shades of warm brown; wood-panelled walls and unpolished floorboards, with a modest chipboard kitchen and huge windows with lace curtains that danced in the afternoon breeze.

Dick’s clothing was draped over everything; a salmon-pink button-down over the back of the couch alongside a half-inside-out pair of pale blue jeans, a denim jacket hung over the back of one of the breakfast bar’s stools, a pair of discarded boxers on the living room floor. Everything smelled so much like him, and Jason spied some black-and-red Kevlar mesh poking out from between the couch cushions. Jason snorted at the discarded uniform and sauntered towards the bedroom where he’d heard footsteps. Better than a glass case, he thought.

Come in! It’s open! Dick had called at him when he’d knocked, so Jason did.

Jason swung the bedroom door open and dropped his shoulder against the doorframe. It was darker in here, and Jason spied the rubber-backed curtains on the window that blocked out the sunlight. He smirked at them, the contrast between these curtains and the ones in the living room serving as a reminder that Dick was still the antisocial little cave-dweller they all were.

His eyes fell to Dick then, soft hair curtaining his face as he desperately tried to yank on a pair of jeans that were entirely too tight. Jason was familiar with his plight and had to stifle a laugh as Dick desperately tried to force the offending denim over his ass. His back was turned, and Jason could see the way all the muscles in his shoulders tensed as he hopped up and down, fingers hooked through his belt loops.

“Take it easy, D,” Jason chortled.

He pushed off the doorframe as Dick spun around to face him, a half-hearted glare sent in Jason’s direction. Jason figured he probably deserved it, but he ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach.

Instead, he barrelled into Dick, gripping the back of the acrobat’s waistband and yanking his jeans up over his ass easily, inadvertently lifting Dick into the air in the process. Without thinking it through (and gee, there was a surprise) Jason snaked his hands around to the front of Dick’s jeans to do up his fly for him. There was a joke in there somewhere about the irony of Jason helping him put on his jeans instead of taking them off, but Jason left it unsaid.

Dick’s hands had fallen limp to his sides as Jason manhandled him, and now he rolled his eyes.

“Thanks mom,” he said, shoving Jason away playfully so he could bend over and retrieve his socks from the floor.

Dick sat down on the edge of his unmade bed to put them on, and Jason stood over him, grinning like a maniac. He looked good like that, still shirtless and leaning backwards onto the bed, one leg in the air as he tugged a bat-symbol-branded sock over his foot.

“You still wear the matchin’ panties too?” Jason asked, inching just a little closer to Dick as he began to tug on the other sock.

Dick blushed then, and Jason’s smirk got even wider. He’d just seen Dick putting on his pants, so he knew the answer was yes. But it reminded Jason of so many other times – and the first time, where he’d cracked some lame joke about daddy issues and then torn them off with his teeth.

But this wasn’t about sex, and it wasn’t just about Jason distracting himself from the ludicrous plan he was setting in motion in Bruce’s absence, either. This was meant to be about something else, so Jason sank into Dick’s lap, startling his older counterpart, and pressed his lips gently against Dick’s.

Jason had never kissed like this before. Usually when he kissed somebody it was a jaws-clashing, teeth-gnashing, go-until-you’ve-got-spit-on-your-chin affair. And Jason loved that, of course, but this was something else.

Dick’s lips were soft and pliant under his, tentative and quivering just a little. Unlike last time, neither of them was crying now, and Jason had all the time in the world to work Dick’s mouth open and explore it tenderly with his tongue. He wrapped his arms around Dick’s neck like a girl might and pulled back playfully so that Dick had to chase his mouth to continue the kiss – which Dick did eagerly. Their lips made that sound that happened when people kissed in movies and Dick weaved a hand between them and up to Jason’s face, cupping his jaw and rubbing circles on Jason’s cheek with his thumb.

The kiss never deepened, but when they pulled back to rest their foreheads together they were breathing as though it had. Even so, there was a stillness in the room, a comfortable silence that embraced them as they embraced each other.

Jason opened his eyes first, Dick’s relaxed, gently-smiling face coming into focus. Dick’s dark eyelashes dusted his cheekbones, and his lips were red and shiny now, pulled up into the ghost of a smile and still parted slightly. Jason settled properly onto the bed, knees still bracketing Dick’s thighs, and wondered if he could stay like this forever.

The soft afternoon light filtered in through the bedroom door over Jason’s shoulder, casting the perfect shadows over Dick’s face. His jaw was strong and square, his cheekbones high and angular, but set into an exquisitely masculine shape. His nose was wide at the nostrils, the bridge of it sunken back into his face and crooked from at least a half-dozen broken noses. The first hint of a beard peppered his chin and Jason had to resist the urge to nuzzle his own face against it.

Eventually, Dick’s eyes opened and he sighed contentedly, wriggling with lazy pleasure as he wrapped his arms more firmly around Jason’s waist. Jason thought that it was nice to be held like this (though he’d never say it out loud). He was still tense with the knowledge of what was coming next, but for once he felt safe in someone’s embrace.

It reminded him, perhaps perversely, of the first time Bruce had ever held him; sheltering Jason from the storm he’d been weathering on his own for so many years. And it reminded him of how he’d held Damian and Tim over the past few days, though he’d been in Dick’s role during those moments. Is it supposed to feel like this all the time? he wondered.

Dick was staring up into his eyes now, their haziness disappearing as he scrutinised his younger counterpart. Jason knew what he was looking at, and he wondered if Dick – or anyone in the family – had ever seen him with makeup on before. Jason squirmed, somewhat despite himself, but Dick’s lazy little smile never faltered.

“So,” Dick began carefully, “What’s the plan.”

Jason chewed on his lip as he contemplated how best to answer that. Jason hadn’t come here with an explicit plan, but somewhere between the Gotham on-ramp and the Blüdhaven off-ramp, Jason had come to know exactly where he’d take Dick. It had seemed silly at that point, to drive all the way out here to pick up Dick, only to drive right back to Gotham, but somehow it had seemed right. Old fashioned, he thought to himself. But it had seemed like the type of thing that Clark Kent would do, and so Jason had done it.

“There’s this old Italian place down by Amusement Mile,” Jason started, climbing out of Dick’s lap to sit next to him on the bed.

He swivelled his head to face Dick, giving his older counterpart a look that hopefully conveyed his seriousness. Instinctively, Jason reached out and took Dick’s hand in his, giving it a little squeeze. Dick didn’t respond, but he didn’t jerk his hand away either – though he was looking at Jason with a calculated sort of confusion; brows knitting together as his eyes flew across Jason’s features, trying to read him.

“They have the best ossobuco in the city,” Jason continued, swallowing down the ache that came from how much he sounded like his Sicilian mother whenever he said anything more Italian than ‘pizza’.

Jason had never been to this Italian place himself, but a long time ago Dick had told him about it. More specifically, he’d told Jason that it was the last place he’d eaten with his parents before their deaths.

Dick had stopped breathing now, and Jason pre-emptively flinched, ready for Dick to wrench his hand away and throw Jason out of the apartment. Which was why Jason nearly choked when Dick squeezed his hand instead.

“Have you ever been back?” Jason asked softly, knowing that Dick had caught on to his plan now.

“No,” Dick whispered, turning his face away from Jason’s to scrunch his toes in the carpet.

Dick took several long, steadying breaths before he spoke again. Jason waited patiently, never loosening his grip on Dick’s hand. He’d wait for Dick Grayson for as long as it took. Had been waiting, he realised, maybe since before his death.

“Is this a date?” Dick asked after a while, eyes flickering over to Jason briefly before returning to the carpet.

“Yes,” Jason answered firmly, utterly determined not to give Dick any cowardly cop-outs this time – not this time, and never again if he could help it.

Dick’s breathing had gone shallow again, but Jason felt suddenly emboldened to press on. Maybe it was the candour with which Clark had apologised to him back in Smallville that inspired him. After all, when Clark had done it, it had earned more of Jason’s respect than anything else could have. He figured he owed Dick at least that.

“But it’s also an apology,” he said, perhaps not as confidently as Clark would have, though he imagined Clark had had far more practice at this during his time as Superman (and during his time dating Bruce Wayne).

Dick turned to him, like he was about to ask, ‘for what?’ but Jason was already answering him.

“For… everything.”

Dick’s tears this time are gentle and quiet. They roll down his face like rain on a windowpane, and it takes a beat before Jason even spots them. When he does, his eyes begin to prick as well, and he reaches out automatically to cup Dick’s face in his hand and turn the older man towards him. Dick’s eyes are wet and glistening, but the hopelessness that Jason had seen in them that night outside Damian’s room is (mercifully) no longer there.

Licking a tear off his lips, Jason smiled weakly and asked, “How do you do this?”

He was half-asking how Dick could stand to cry so often when Jason usually cried about three times a year on average, and half-asking something else, which he voiced as best as he could:

“It’s like every time you cry, I have to cry too.”

Dick laughed at him then; a wet, sunny little laugh that ended in a sniffle.

“That’s called love,” he said easily, his tone as breezy and incredulous as if he was explaining to an alien what a toaster was.

“Well,” Jason said, wiping his tears away and laying back on the bed with a sigh.

He pillowed one of his arms behind his head, using his free hand (which was still in Dick’s) to tug his older counterpart down with him. Dick complied, rolling onto his side and resting his head on his elbow. From his vantage, he stared down at Jason while Jason stared thoughtfully up at the ceiling.

“There’s a first time for everything,” Jason said after a while, finishing the thought he’d left hanging in the air.

Dick’s tears were gone now, and he’d perked up considerably. The amicability between them was unlike anything either of them had had together since before Jason had died, and if Jason had been asked to describe it, he might have called it freeing.

Dick certainly seemed free, as he asked, “You’ve never been in love before?” as unabashedly as a middle schooler might.

Jason chewed on Dick’s words for a while. The question ought to have made him anxious, but he felt nothing but an honest fascination that mirrored Dick’s. Never really thought about it before, he said to himself, deciding that wouldn’t be a good enough answer to satisfy Dick’s insatiable curiosity.

“Once,” Jason finally settled on, letting the story flow out of him before he was even sure where it was going. “He was hot,” he stated matter-of-factly.

He turned his head to give Dick a gratuitous look that said, ‘he was very hot’.

“And smart,” Jason added, “and sweet, and caring.” Jason scrubbed a hand over his face idly. “He was everything I wanted to be back then.”

Jason let out a puff of air from deep in his tightening chest, turning his head back to the ceiling so that he didn’t have to deal with all the emotions muddying Dick’s perfect face.

“This guy inspired me,” Jason continued, quieter now. “He made me want to be a better person.”

Jason smiled, memories that he hadn’t allowed in since his resurrection flooding his mind. But for once they weren’t flashbacks, they were like a warm breeze blown across his face, and he was heady with the sensation of it.

“This was before I died,” Jason clarified, for once not feeling torn apart by the mention of his own death. “How I felt about him changed everything. It made me who I am.”

Jason’s head lolled to the side, still resting on his arm, and he smiled easily at Dick; a smile that reached his eyes, because Jason felt like he was really looking at him for the first time ever.

“I wanted to be good enough for him,” Jason said. “And in the end, you know, I think I almost was.”

Jason sighed wistfully, and Dick shifted on the bed beside him with what might have been discomfort. He was faintly aware that Dick should be uncomfortable, surprised by Jason’s sudden candour, maybe even a little jealous. But he felt good, for once. His chest was light, and he felt like he could take the weight of the world. Or, at least, the weight of Dick and his brothers.

“Did I mention hot?” Jason asked with a laugh.

There was silence after that for a while, as Dick processed, and Jason continued to revel in old memories.

Memories of soaring through the air, and refitting the Robin suit, and eating McDonalds on the corner of Cornerstone Court and Third Avenue at the end of a patrol. Memories of stupid puns and witty one-liners; of aborted jokes, and stories that always got cut off by the blaring of an ambulance siren or the chatter of a police scanner. Memories of pillow forts in Wayne Manor, and ice-cream sundaes made hastily behind Alfred’s back. Memories of raucous laughter and boyhood. Memories of his childhood best friend.

Memories of Dick Grayson.

“You should tell him,” Dick said firmly after a while.

At some point his hand had slipped out of Jason’s, and now Jason felt the ache of its absence.

“Whatever is between us,” Dick continued slowly, holding Jason’s gaze, “You should tell him that he was loved.”

Jason’s smile unfurled alongside the great python in his chest that had been constricting his heart since that night all those months ago, when he’d caught Dick’s eye across the floor of The Black Cat. His grin was untameable, taking over his whole face until his eyes crinkled and his cheeks were sore.

He rolled up onto his side, pushing Dick down onto the bed so that they were a mirroring their previous positions. He tried to wrangle his smile and hold Dick’s gaze with some amount of seriousness, but he failed outstandingly.

“I think I just did.”

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The Demon Love

It was in this small town run by religion that looked like an Amish town with small houses, the only largish building being the school and the church.

The large dark wood on one side of the road was my haven but it was feared by the townsfolk. It was beautiful, peaceful, with only the sound of the trickling river with its waterfall and the animals that call this place home.

I looked out my window. Another bleak, grey day in this bleak and boring town. I heard my parents getting up. Time to get ready to go out.

I put on my black dress and cloak, my Victorian style boots already on. It was all deliberate. I would not conform to the norm. Well the normal in this town. This house. My parents, nearly everyone in this town were so religious as to make you gag. It was fronded upon not to attend Sunday service. So every Sunday I went to the woods and walked along the river during service. They already hated me. I had the freedom of being an outcast. I had been born with what they called Demon Eyes. Purple eyes had never been seen in our quaint, highly religious town before and anything new or different was considered demonic. It was a touch of the freedom I craved. They didn’t want me around and I was happy to oblige.

This Sunday seemed just like any other. The townsfolk were in their best cloths for church and stared at me when they saw me. I always walked the same rout every week. Straight through town past everyone. The rumours would be worse if I snuck around. I’m not ashamed of my difference. It was just the way I was.

The whispers I could hear spelled out nothing new. “Witch”. “Demon Child”. The funniest I found was “Devil’s Bride”. As if the devil had any interest in a girl like me. I let the whispers fade from my mind but not before my ever present hope, please let me go. There was no way out of this town. It was like an island except we were surrounded by trees and rocks instead of water.

I walked into the wood and followed my own trail to the river. I walked my solitary walk and wished my most foolish wish. I knew it was impossible. Childish.

I went to my hidden place. There was a large cavern behind the water fall. I loved sitting there, listening. They, the townsfolk, thought I was worshiping the devil out here. But I would worship no one.

For the first time since I had begun coming to this place I heard footsteps that were not my own.

“Who’s there?” I called out.

“You heard me, huh?” a young man steeped into the cavern.

“Loud and clear” I looked at him hard. “Who are you?”

“Well let’s say, I’m a friend.” he stepped closer “You need a friend, don’t you Kit?”

“How do you know my name? I don’t know you.” But his voice were familiar in a way.

“Oh but you do.” He stepped closer. “In your dreams you walk hand in hand with a boy who knows you very well.” His eyes twinkled with mischief.

“How do you know about my dreams? I’ve never told anyone about those.” I began to panic. “Who are you?” I reiterated.

“Don’t you remember? I’m Damien.” And then he smiled.

Fear built inside me. “Is that your name or that what you are?”

“Both Violet.” His eyes flashed and I finally saw their true colours. One black and one purple. It was true.

“No!” but I desperately wanted to be wrong. “You can’t be! How do you know that nick-name? How?”

“We’ve known each other for years Violet. We’ve dreamt of each other since childhood. I know you Kit, I know your heart and soul. You come here to be alone so you can write your music and stop having to hear them say its evil when it’s only how you feel. I know you. And you know me.” He tried to take my hand but fear made me recoil.

“No! Tell me plainly, who are you? No more games. I want to know.” I yelled it at him.

“I’m the Devils son.”

I ran. The Amish girl they had tried so hard to beat into me took over and I fled.

“You can’t hide from me. You don’t really want to. You’ll come back and I’ll be waiting.” I could hear his voice even though I was running as fast as I could, the sharp branches that just before had seemed like the gateway to my haven, now whipped my limbs and grabbed at my long black hair.

I was soaked through. I must have gone straight through the waterfall. I didn’t remember. The weight of the suddenly freezing water pulled the graceful waves out of my hair. His voice pierced my minds again. “You will return.” It was crystal clear despite the distance and, danm me, he spoke the truth and I knew it.

I reviled nothing when I got back to the village. Damien was right. I was going back.

The next morning I went into the forest before anyone else was up. I couldn’t risk being stopped. I had to see him. He hadn’t been in my dreams for the first time in months last night. He was my dream boy. Literally. I couldn’t lose him.

As I crept through the wood it seemed unnaturally quite. All I could hear was the river. I followed my usual path and went behind the waterfall.

“You came.” Was all he said.

“You knew I would.” I stood in front of him and took him in. his mismatched eyes stared back at me, while I drank in his pitch black hair and gothic cloths. He looked just as he had in my dreams. Too much.

“You need to make sure I’m real huh?” he read.

“May I touch you?” I was ever so afraid he’d vanish.

“You don’t have to ask.” He held out his hand.

I put my hand in his. I gave a sigh of relief when my hand meet solid flesh. He was real.

“Why have I been dreaming of you?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

I meet his eyes. He was telling the truth. I could just, just tell.

“Why have you come for me?” I needed to hear it from him.

“I think you know the answer to that.” He used the hand still in his to draw me in. I put my other hand on his shoulder. “I’ve told you every night for years. I love you.”

I couldn’t understand why I had run from him just the previous day. I knew he truly wouldn’t hurt me. I decided it was time to let my secret out. “I think I love you too.”

“I know you have reservations about what I am but I will prove it to you. I am not evil. Let me prove it to you.”

“All right but I don’t think it’d matter to me.” I confessed.

“It matters to me what you think. Let me show you what I see.” He pulled me towards the exit of the cavern.

“Ok.” I followed him out.

He showed me such wonders: a doe giving birth. He showed me how to approach with care and the new mother allowed us to sit with her and her baby while the baby figured out how to walk. My eyes welled with joy.

A single pair of love birds singing a song to each other made my heart swell.

A lone rabbit scavenging for food. Damian showed me the most beautiful thing in the forest.

An hour before sunset he escorted me to the woods edge. “Until tomorrow, my love” he said laying a kiss on the back of my hand.

“Tomorrow.” I said before rushing back to my house. I spoke to no one and just snuck some food up to my room and went to bed. I did return the next day and every day after. He showed me new wonders of the wood every day. It was the most amazing time of my life. Yet I knew it could not continue as such.

It had been weeks since we had first begun meeting in the woods when I asked for something I had yet to see.

“Will you show me your true form? I want to see the real you.” I was ready, I wasn’t going to run.

“Are you sure?” he looked deep into my eyes.

“I am.” He saw the truth in my eyes.

“Ok.” Damien stepped back, letting go of my hand. The light shimmered around him and he seemed to be swallowed by the flash of pure darkness that he emitted at the end of his transformation. At the end of it all when my eyes could focus on him, a huge black, blood red and dark purple demon stood before me. He was fearsome with shiny black horns coming out of his head and a long red tail. Not tipped with an arrow though, just smooth skin.

I stepped up to him. He tried to shrink back. I put my hand on his jaw and stroked his hair. Looking into his eyes I said “I know it’s you, Damien. I’m not afraid.”

His eyes were the same in both forms. He gave a sigh of relief and grabbed me in a huge hug. “Thank you, thank you.” His voice was deep and gravelly. I liked it.

My head on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart and his arms around me his face pressed into my hair, I closed my eyes. This was peace. We stayed like that, Damien still in his demonic form, just holding each other. I sighed with contentment and opened my eyes.

My peace shattered.

Hiding behind a tree staring with wide frightened eyes was a child from the town. One of their spies no doubt, sent to see if I was a devil worshiper, and here I was embracing a demon. The Devils own son no less.

“Shit!” I exclaimed breaking away. The child darted away. “I have to stop this!” I looked at Damien.

“Go.” He said

I went running as fast as I could. I knew what would happen if I didn’t get back to town before the child. If I was back in town before, I would be safe. If not… I refused to think it. I would not fail.

I broke through the tree line. I couldn’t see anyone. It looked like I’d made it. I began to walk through the town as clam as you please when, as I passed the church its doors burst open to reveal the child and the townspeople.

“There she is Papa. That’s the demon lover.” Oh no it was the pastures child.

The pasture was red with fury. “Witch!” he spat. “Get her.” He told his followers.

I ran. I hope to reach the forest before they caught me but they’d guessed what I’d do. They grabbed hold of my arms and pushed me to my knees.

“I knew you were no good.” He said “Take her to the church jail. We must confer on what to do to deal with this witch.”

While I kneeled there, many of them cried out suggestions for my execution. “Hang her!”, “Drown her!”, “Burn her!” staying as still as possible I hoped Damien would realise what had happened. But the pasture wasn’t finished.

“Filthy witch. Worship the Devil huh?” I’ll show you a thing or two about worship.” With that I felt a blinding pain in the back of my head and everything went black.

When I came to, I was lying on my side on the smooth pavements of the church jail. I could feel the heavy weights of the chains around my ankles, thankfully still protected by my boots. My head felt woolly and ached when I tried to lift it.

“Ow.” I moaned as I sat up

“Careful my love,” strong arms came around me that I knew all too well. Damien was in his human form.

“What are you doing here?” I looked at him and then at the ground he was sitting on. “Wait. How are you here? This is hallow ground.”

“Blessed by a man who’s faith is not pure. Only a person of purest faith who has not sinned could cast a spell powerful enough to keep me out.” He laid his hand on my cheek. “They have made a decision on your fate.” He told me

“Burning?” I guessed. That old pasture would just love to hear me scream.

“Yes.” Damien said “But I can save you.”

“I know. You can break these chains and we can leave, just go to your home. Take me with you.”

“I will. But first,” he smiled wickedly, “Let’s have a little fun?”

I should have guessed, he was the Devil’s son after all. “What did you have in mind?” I asked

“Will you allow me to rescue you from the flames themselves if I cast a spell over you to protect you from them?”

“Of course. But why?”

“I will appear in the form of a raven, when you see me you can cry out that the devil will save you and I’ll transform into my true form while you walk to me on a path of flames and we shall escape to hell, together, while they will know to never touch a Demon lover again.”

An evil smile quirked my lips. “Ok then.”

So that night when they came for me for the burning, I was sitting cross legged, smiling prettily.

“How pleasant to see you on this dark night, Pasture.” I greeted him.

“Witch” he spat at me, but missed. Ew. “You’ll not speak unless spoken to, is that clear?”

“And here I thought we knew each other? Don’t you realise, I don’t obey you.”

“Take her to the stake.” Was his response. Two men released my chains and grabbed my arms lifting me.

“Thank you, kind sirs.” I said needling them. One of them striked me across the face. I felt the softest of feathers brushing along my cheek. Damien’s spell was working. I smiled.

“Sir, she feels no pain.” One of the men said.

“She’ll feel god’s flame soon enough don’t you fear. Bring her.”

They hauled me up a large pile of wood surrounding a thick stake in the middle of the courtyard just inside the church grounds. The tied me to it, binding my hands behind me with coarse rope.

I saw the raven land on a tree branch just outside the gate. My smile grew, stirring the crowd.

“Any last words, Witch?” asked the preacher as he held the flam that would supposedly burn me alive.

And I incanted my spell, “Et maledecam maledecentibus tibi atque in sanguine tuo. My daemonium salcabit me. Sic deus est genus?” I curs thee and thin blood. My demon will save me. Is your god so kind? There was no true power behind the words just the words themselves but it had the desired effect. Screams erupted and panic ensued. The preacher hastily dropped the burning stick onto my pyre. Flames burst violently to life around me and a comforting warmth enveloped me. They must have used some petrol.

Behind the panicked gazing crowd the crow also burst into flames and I laughed.

“See?” I cried. “He comes for me.” I jerked my chin towards the demon Damien. Many screamed some fainted, the pasture grabbed his child’s hand.

“You’ll not enter here! This is holy land!” he yelled

“I don’t need to.” Damien growled

With that my ropes burned away and I was free. I stepped forward and walked across the flames to him. Taking his hand in mine I turned to the townsfolk. “This is true power. Fear us.” My hair swam around my face appearing alive.

Many people dropped to their knees, others ran into the church. Damien and I laughed at our game turned away from the place that had brought me only pain and walked into the woods. Free. Together. And soon, home at last.

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