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ghostly-penumbra · 2 days
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What I need of the DPxDC "Bruce confuses Danny for one of his kids and accidentally kinda kidnaps him" is to have Danny's parents go absolute apeshit at someone taking their baby boy! their little guy! the most wonderful, most specialest boy ever!
and now whilst Bruce is just realising what's going on and trying to give Danny back, Jack and Maddie already went through half his rogues gallery looking for who could have taken their son! the villains are in shambles! the GCPD doesn't know if they are supervillains too since they are only targeting OTHER supervillains but anyway they Can Not Restrain Them
Danny sees that and just groans and sinks his head in his hands, defeated, and then hears all the cutesy names they are calling him with and wants to die (again) on the spot "our baby boy! our darling bombon! our little starlight!" (ok, he likes that one), "our sweet, sweet little boy!"
in the end, Danny is reunited with his parents, whom get fined for property damage and attacking cops (it was the cops' fault. acab), and they are hugging Danny and grumbling about the fine ("what did they expect? what parent wouldn't tear down the world for their child?" Jason, looking pointedly at Bruce: "yeah, what kind of AWFUL parent wouldn't?"), but they are understanding enough with Bruce, as it was a mix-up and Danny didn't say anything until later out of awkwardness (they judge his parenting if he cannot recognize he wasn't his kid. no matter that they cannot recognize Phantom as THEIR kid)
they leave, happy and relieved, and Bruce hopes they never really turn to supervillainy
once Jason finds out Maddie beat Joker to half an inch of his life (that clown is hard to kill!), he sneaks into their RV and adopts himself into their home. because i said so
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mischieveousmayhem · 2 days
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hiiii!!🩷 how are you?
I saw that you would like some requests in the #batmom so I have a fic idea
The idea is about each one of the batboys says to Batmom "your not my real mother" like angst/fluff and how would the bat mom react to it and handle it
Not my mother.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Batmom
Genre: Angst to fluff
Warnings: None (?), idk english that well 💀
Synopsis: He loves you , or maybe not?
"Jason, this is crazy. How do you have all F's 3 weeks into the semester?"
A disappointed Batmom stood in front of 13(?) year old Jason Todd. She had a frown drawn on her face. Jason looked down, sad that he is disappointing you and angry at himself.
"Do you not do your homework when I tell you to?" She asks a little more assertive while reading all the negative comments the teachers had left.
"I don't know." He responded quietly.
"How do you NOT know?" She was getting heated and it was clear in her tone. "All I want for you is to do your best and you don't even listen to me."
"I do listen to you." He speaks louder, aggressiveness in his tone.
"Jason Peter Todd, do not get an attitude with me because you have consequences to your actions. Now what is going on with you sleeping in class and not paying attention?" Your hands were now on your hips.
"Why do you even care?" You using his middle name made him mad.
"I am trying my best to make sure my son is set up to do good in life." Your hands now on your hips, "Until these grades are fixed, you are to not go on patrol because that is probably the root of these issues."
Jason was at this point angry. You were scolding him like a little kid, on top of that what's Batman without his Robin.
You we're about to walk away but then,
"YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOTHER, YOU PHONY, I CAN DO WHAT I WANT."
You stopped dead in your tracks. How do you respond to that? You just want what's best for your sweetest Jason.
You turned back to face him, his face was red probably from anger. You were pale, trying to process what your son had said.
"You know what..." You trailed off, "I'll just let your father handle this." You sat down the paper before walking off leaving Jason alone.
Which after he picks up the paper and looks at it.
Oh dear. What has he done?
It's obvious you were actually just caring for him. He was processing everything himself. He just got so angry, angry because he was sad that you were disappointed.
In your bedroom shared with your loving husband, you cried endlessly.
Have you failed as a mother? You just want your son to do his best. You didn't understand why he would say that. Maybe you just came off in the wrong way and it triggered him to go off on you.
Just as you were lost in your thoughts Bruce walked in.
"I was looking—" He stopped when he saw you crying and rushed to your side.
Dearest Bruce Wayne only had a soft spot for his wife and kids.
His arm wrapped around you tightly as your cried into his shoulder.
"What happened?" He asks.
"Well Jason brought home bad g—" You stopped for a minute to gasp in between sobs, "Home bad grades and then I was scolding him but I didn't mean to come off wrong and I told him not patrol and then he said.."
"He said what?"
"He said I'm not his real mom!" You exclaimed then cried harder. "I know it's true but I love him so much and it still hurts."
"Y/N, darling." He grabs your chin with his fingers so you're looking his eyes. "You know he probably didn't mean it. He is probably still adjusting to us too. It still won't slide though, I'll talk to him, ok?"
You nod as he pecks your cheek.
You were knocked out cold. You probably fell asleep while crying. But your awaken when you feel a smaller body climb in the bed next to you in the bed.
You wanted to smile but you were still half asleep and upset. You roll over to face the figure.
"Hey Y/N." The voice spoke.
"Hi Jay." You responded softly, the tone of sadness in your voice even though you tried to cover it up. However, Jason Todd knew that his mother was upset and he frowned.
You two faced each other while laying there in silence. This lasted for about two minutes before he broke the silence.
"I'm sorry I said what I did."
"I know. It's ok."
"Then why are you do sad?" He questioned.
"Words hurt sometimes Jay and I know you didn't mean it but it still felt like a dagger to my heart."
He frowned even more. He hurt you. The woman who is his mother figure and cares so much for him.
"But I will always forgive you my little one. I'm sorry for being a bad mother." You apologized.
"You're not a bad mother, you're a perfect mother. I'm just a kid who didn't understand you were doing your job until after." He said.
"Jay, I just want you to do good, and always follow your dreams."
"I will mom, I promise." When he said mom you smiled.
He scooted closer to you and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight.
This was a mothers love, that is what made you his mom.
"I love you mom."
"I love you most, Jason."
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strange-birb · 2 hours
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I give you …..THEM ✨✨
I feel like I did Steph dirty…. Tbh I’ll try harder next time guys I swear 👀😅
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audhd-nightwing · 1 day
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okay i’m writing smth but help me out here
i’m purposely ignoring the big 3 for plot reasons and also i just don’t think he’d be the son of any of them
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I'll Knit My Flesh Into Yours To Patch Up Your Wounds
Excerpt from Part 2 of Blue: Mallow
Part 1: Recap: Renegade Dick rescues Jason Todd from Arkham Asylum
Part 2: Summary: At his safe-house, Dick starts to patch his brother back together
Word count: ~700
Warnings: Nudity, Scars, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Non-consensual Body Modification
“........—Christ”
The asshole seems surprised, or just delighted at the twisted patchwork of skin his back is, or maybe—
There’s a hand in his hair, slowly carding through it, and his brain stalls.
He waits for it to wrench, to pull. To hurt.
The voice speaks instead, soft.
(dangerous)
“—not—oing to—hurt you—”
Laughter bubbles up his throat, it tastes of bile. This is not the first time they've pulled this gag.
A savior comes in and tells him everything's fine. He believes it. The act ends when they're at the threshold of the stupid cell. Then he's on the floor bruised and beaten.
It's a reliable joke. Never grows old.
He's not falling for this good samaritan bullshit this time.
But the hand doesn’t stop and his traitorous body tries to curl into it.
He tries to recall, but nothing comes up. There was pain. Everywhere. His arms. His back. The whip licking his back —leaving fiery agony. Laughter and jeers as he begged them to stop.
He must've nodded off. There had been sounds of what he could’ve sworn were gunshots if he hadn’t had the prior experience of hallucinating fucked-up shit every single day.
He must've passed out. The man must’ve grabbed him then.
“Jason—”
He doesn't get to hear the rest because the name bounces inside his head. How does he know?
He starts struggling anew, trying to get away from whoever his new captor is. He knows now it’s no longer just a two-bit thug. He’s fucked because whoever can bother with his identity probably has a personal vendetta, he has so, so many enemies.
He manages to push himself off the bed and his ass lands on the hardwood floor.
The voice is saying something but it might as well all be white noise for what’s about to come. He tries to kick at the floor in a pathetic attempt to put distance between himself and his captor as if that’ll stop them.
But his stupid ankle gives away and he just curls into a pathetic ball. He’s openly sobbing now. He’s fucked, he’s so fucked.
The man's going to burn him again and start picking chunks off his back and drill his good foot too and—
The sounds tear out of his throat, uncontrollably. Loud, ugly sobs. Hurting his mal-formed ribs with the force—but he can't stop
The room goes in and out of focus as he tries to blink away the tears. His bony arms twitch uselessly at his sides, the floor is dimly lit by the lights, in what he can see now is the hallway—
Hallway
It startles him enough for him to shut up.
He's not in his cell.
With a jolt, he realizes there’s a hand in his hair again, gently carding through it, nails gently scratching against his scalp and then slowly trailing through the ends, tugging lightly at them, and for a while that’s all that is. Fingers on his scalp, scratching and sometimes ruffling, tracing the puckered skin of his scars but never digging into his bruises. He grows tired of waiting for them to wrench his head back, for the blow to land. But the hand just keeps going. It's nice.
It's been so long since touch was anything but violation and hurt. It burns and he basks in it greedily.
Every now and then the fingers seem to reach a snag, and a hysterical part of his brain supplies shamefully that he can’t remember the last time he was allowed to clean up.
”—’m sorry—not going to hurt you—safe—"
The voice pauses.
Fear rears Its ugly head again— but he knows that if the asshole wanted to hurt him, he would’ve done it already ten times over. He wasn’t even restrained when he lost his shit. It's the long game then, where he gets a bit of respite if he pretends he doesn't know what he has to pay after.
The hand hasn't left his hair the entire time.
(Title inspired from "My Heart Has Claws" by Fatima Aamer Bilal)
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whoever edited jason with i can do it with a broken heart you just made me cry after i just did my makeup
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shyjusticewarrior · 2 months
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Jason is an "I'd kill for you" person stuck in a "live for me" family.
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I always have to smile at myself when I read a fanfic in which Bruce immediately catches Jason after he hits with his tire iron.
I get why fanfic writers do it, so they can move the plot along without having to write the chase after Jason or the scene when they do talk in the condemned building that Jason sleeps in. I get it.
But I always have to think about canon then.
Because not only did Jason manage to run away from Batman.
He also called him a 'big boob'.
I repeat. He gets caught jacking the tires. Tries to deny it. Hits Batman with a tire iron, runs away and insults him.
This 12-year old did something that every rogue would never even dream of.
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spidertams · 3 months
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Tiny Jason doodle from the other day
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in-som-niyah · 23 days
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ok another floating thought:
Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.
Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.
6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.
Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.
You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.
As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.
Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.
GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)
no time to cook or order? He's gotchu
too tired? already on the way
exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook
and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?
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I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK
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undertheredhood · 6 months
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the rest of the justice league: hey man, we get that he’s your son and all, but shouldn’t you do something about him?
bruce ‘that’s my precious baby boy’ wayne: i’m sorry, did you have to hold your son as he was dying in your arms? did you almost k*ll yourself trying to follow him to the afterlife? i don’t think so.
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Dick, at the police station: hi, i'm here for jason.
officer: last name?
Dick : .....ah. you must be new.
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cardinalcheerio · 5 months
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I have a headcannon that at some point in his early robin days, Jason decided he wanted to be like Alfred and committed to drinking tea, using British slang and the accent while being robin.
This obviously confused the rogues a lot.
Fighting Mr. Freeze:
Jason: aye, what in the bloody hell do you think your doin? (Horrible British and gotham accent mix)
Freeze: I am- wait. Robin? Are you ok?
Bats: it's a phase. Just ignore it.
Freeze: keep forgetting he's a kid... anyways-
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zombflesh · 25 days
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Jason trying to make a sandwich in Wayne Manor
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somecallmekay · 1 year
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Dick is an acrobat, which means that, compared to the rest of the bats, he's one of the lighter ones. Additionally, since he was a trapeze artist, plus his years as Robin, this means he can always, ALWAYS, stick the landing. Jason, on the other hand, is the resident tank build, which means he's the heaviest with the most strength in the arms, rivalling that of Batman himself easily. With that in mind, I present my thesis. If Nightwing is annoying Red Hood, especially in front of Commissioner Gordon, Red Hood just throws Nightwing off of the building. While on the surface it seems cold hearted of Jason, he actually knows and trusts Dicks enough to know he'll be fine, and Dick could scurry away before Jason could grab him, but chooses not to. It's a way the brothers bond. Additionally, Jason sometimes does it around the manor, but only through open windows, because Alfred doesn't appreciate needing to replace them every week.
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samthechaotic · 26 days
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Tim: Whenever I face a horrible situation, I ask myself "what would Jason do?" and do the exact opposite.
Damian: For the first, and probably last, time in your life Drake, you're right.
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