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spicyhamsamson · 1 year

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I am. So fucking tired of Batman being portrayed as a bad parent and a toxic person. And it’s so goddamn widespread. Fuck, it might be as bad as the whole “Superman being a kindhearted Boy Scout is boring” take.

I get it, the man’s not exactly stable, he watched his parents get murdered in front of him and spent years of his life training to fight crime dressed like a giant scary bat, of course he’s not perfect.

But to say that Bruce Wayne isn’t caring, isn’t empathetic, to call him abusive…it just misses the point of who the character is to me.

Why do you think he fights crime? Yes, part of it is because he’s bitter and sad because his parents were cruelly ripped from him as a child, and he’s lashing out against the corruption of his city. It’s arguably the focus of his earlier years. But he learns to become more than that. He learns to bring hope, a chance to be better.

Harleen Quinzel is the Joker’s right hand lady, but she’s also a victim of an abusive relationship and a woman with a surprisingly strong moral compass and a love for animals, and wants to get better. That’s why we see time and time again that he has a noticeable soft spot for her, because he knows that she’s a good person at her core.

Harvey Dent is a man who will decide someone’s fate on a coin toss(and a pretty inaccurate depiction of DID), but he’s also Bruce’s close friend who clearly needs help learning to live with his condition, rather than try to get rid of it, and someone who he still goes out of his way to visit, even after everything, because he recognizes he’s not just a criminal with a weird gimmick, he’s a man who is struggling with a condition that he’s mishandled his whole life.

Victor Fries is a cold, emotionless man who will callously discard allies and blame them for being careless, but he’s also a man who’s either lashing out because he had the love of his life taken from him, or just desperate to make sure she isn’t taken from him, and is willing to do anything just to guarantee her survival. Of course Batman would understand, his whole life was defined by having people he loved taken away from him.

Even the Joker, arguably one of the most morally bankrupt characters in all of fiction, is someone that Batman has offered a chance to. After the guy shoots the daughter of his friend, a girl he cared for like she was his own kid, and paralyzes her from the waist down, he tells the Joker that he doesn’t want to hurt him. He wants to get him help. He looks at this monster who has taken countless lives and says “You don’t have to be alone.”

For fuck’s sake, he sat with Joe Chill in his last moments so that he wouldn’t be alone. Joe Chill, the man who murdered his parents, who took so much from him, the person responsible for all of the misery and suffering he’s gone through. And he sits with the man to comfort him while dies. Do you know how much emotional intelligence and maturity that must take? To comfort someone who arguably ruined your life?

And you’re gonna tell me the man who did that would abuse his kids?

That he’d hold up the young man whose death was his greatest failure, the boy he grieved, and say this?

That he’d look his goddamn son in the eyes and say this to him?

Why the FUCK do you think he took in Dick Grayson in the first place? It wasn’t because he saw the kid and thought “Ah. A potential soldier.”, it was because he saw a boy experiencing the same heartbreaking loss he had so many years ago, and wanted to make sure he didn’t end up as bitter and miserable as he was.

Why do you think he smiled when Tim Drake presented him a broken watch for Father’s Day? Because he was just happy to see the boy alive and safe.

DAMIAN LITERALLY POINTED AT A COW AND SAID “I’m keeping her. She’s Bat-Cow.” AND BRUCE JUST WENT WITH IT. DIDN’T EVEN NEED TO ARGUE WHY BRUCE SHOULD LET HIM KEEP HER. HE SAID “this cow is my pet now” AND BRUCE SAID “aight, bet”.

The thing about Batman is that he wants to make sure nobody else ends up feeling the way he does. That’s not just about stopping a mugger so a boy’s parents aren’t gunned down. It’s about giving his loved ones the support and care that he couldn’t have, because it was taken from him. It’s about comforting someone who just went through a traumatic experience and letting them know that they’re going to be okay. It’s about going to someone locked away in a cell who thinks that they’re a lost cause and a burden to society and telling them that he wants to help them get better. It’s about EMPATHY and COMPASSION.

That’s what makes him a HERO. He’s meant to inspire us, to show us that we can have that same empathy for others around us, that we can turn our suffering into hope for a better future.

I just wish more people at DC would start recognizing that. But I might as well follow that example myself. Maybe through this struggle of having to see this hero mistreat the people around him and act like a grade-A jackass, people will start to recognize that missing compassion, and slowly but surely, it might come back. After all, what is this post, if not trying to bring attention to the matter in the hopes of fixing it?

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bonchobrick · 1 year

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So I’ve seen some posts going around about a ‘Bruce adopts Danny and everyone thinks they’ll finally have a normal family member—Danny is very not normal’ and here’s my late night take on it.

Danny batfam au where they batfam tries really hard to keep their vigilante ass-kicking nightlife a secret from danny because he is ‘the only normal one in the family’ this becomes a problem however when danny gets kidnapped.

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The batfam all work together in a deeply serious family meeting to save their boy. After hours of combining their brains together they come up with a plan that will effectively save danny from joker, kick joker’s ass, and also make them look really cool while doing it.

So they bust in that warehouse, guns blazing, explosions fading in the background, a gust of dramatic dust covers the air

Batman steps infront of the rest of the team and demands to the blurry figure somewhere in the distance, “Where is Danny!”

The dust clears–they expect bad guys pointing weapons meancingly at them, they expect a cackle of a wicked clown amused at whatever plot he had planned coming to life, they expected a terrified boy perhaps tied somewhere likely siting in a chair that joker could present to the bats as a way of taunting them.

The dust settles–they observed their surroundings looking around and realize that, there are few new facts to be added into this ‘defeat the villain, get the bro, happy ending equation’

There is decidedly no weapons being pointed at them: In fact, all of the henchmen are already knocked out and tied up.

There is decidedly no evil laughs being echoed their way: In fact, the only noise that isnt coming from them is a light scritch scratch of a pencil

And there is decidedly no terrified little boy, there is a Danny however and he seems to be doing alright–actually scratch that.

Danny is doing wonders for the situation he’s in right now: In fact–

–Danny is sitting criss cross applesauce on-top a knocked out tied up Joker doing his algebra homework

The small blue eyed boy looks up at Batman's voice and visibly brightens, “Oh hey guys, I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Jason says with the utmost of comprehension, “...what.”

“So hi, I’m kinda new to gotham so sorry about beating these guys up, I think they’re villains? I dunno, anyways if you could take care of these guys while I call an uber home that’d be great.”

Danny sends them a blinding smile which would've been adorable if there weren’t a massive pile of bodies he were casually walking away from.

As Danny nears the exit he looks over his shoulder to the baffled group of vigilantes and blinks

“Oh yeah one last thing,” Danny rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Could you guys not tell the Waynes about this.”

Damian speaks up for the rest of his frozen family, albeit hesitantly, “I do think they have already been alerted of your kidnapping.”

“Oh no that's fine.” Danny starts nervously, “It's more about me being the… fighter… in this situation. I was just adopted by them and they seem really nice, I don’t want to scare them away being all grrrr im a scary monster boy and i love to hurt people argh.”

“I don’t think they’d think you're a monster.” Tim adds quietly

“Eh, tell that to my birth parents–they went psycho on me. Like evil scientist psycho, it was not as awesome as the movies make it sound, having scientists for parents.” Danny says bittersweet as he admits with a shrug

There is a moment of silence as the batfamily reevaluate the adoption file that states Danny’s family before they passed were very good people–albeit a bit excentric.

Dick blurts out, “Where did you learn to fight?”

Danny sends him an anxious chuckle, “I actually started when I was fourteen–my town always ran into some trouble so I had to step up. It’s part of the reason I moved here actually. I really don’t want anything to do with that hero vigilante life anymore…” The boy puts his hands together in a pleading motion, “So please don’t tell The Waynes!”

Bewildered at the situation as a whole they nod in a daze

The boys eyes widen at their easy agreement and he grins, “Thank you so so much! I’ve got to go now, it’s way past my curfew. but you’ll probably see me again next time I get kidnapped–I’ll make sure to put in a good word for you guys with my family bye!”

And just like that Danny slips off into the night leaving behind a family who were so sure they finally found a normal addition to their pack.

Jason sighs looking forlornly at the spot Danny had previously been standing, “You could just never pick the just semi-mentally healthy normal kids could you?”

Bruce groans pinching his the bridge of his nose

#dc x dp #dp x dc #fanfiction #danny phantom #batfam #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #maybes a fic #this was fun to write so probs part 2 later #Batfam: hello normal son #Danny with practicing the knot he learned in home ed on 37 criminals: hey guys #batfam: fuck #danny is a little shit #it’s up to your interpretation whether or not he’s genuinely clueless about the Waynes being the Bats #or if he’s fucking with them #ohkay going to sleep bye bye #mwah #also we do not see the bad grammar haha gn #veerliwrites

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dcxdpdabbles · 5 months

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In the cave boy fic, I hope Danny has to end up fighting against reanimated hot dogs (I blame the Joker) and when asked why he can fight off reanimated meat. he comments that that's a normal Tuesday in his house as his mom and dad end up reanimating dinner at least once a week, and honestly being here is the longest time he spent without having to fight against reanimated food. He loves his parents but they really need to practice better lab safety or at least stop putting the ectoplasm samples in the same fridge with the food.

This is also adjusted to the cave boy storyline before he takes out the Joker.

One morning, Brucie wakes up and decides to cook everyone breakfast since the night previous was rough for the crime fighters. Almost everyone had gotten injured in one of Riddler's games, nothing life-threatening, but they would be sore and in some cases, in casts for some time. Alfred had been the one to patch the heroes up, so even the aged butler had a rough time.

Bruice had woken before anyone, quickly frying up some sausages, making various versions of eggs (boiled, scrambled, fried, over-easy, omelets) spread out on the table for them to pick which lond they wanted. He made some oatmeal and cut up various fruit in a pretty arrangement of swans.

When the family finally dragged their tired bodies down to the table, they were all greeted by the sight of Alfred being utterly flabbergasted by the spread Bruice proudly presented. Bruicie happily has them take a seat, gathering a plate for them- not before forcing Alfred to sit at the head of the table and make Bruce move to the seat usually reserved for the Lady of the house- and cheerfully place a plate before him.

Everyone was giving each other unsure looks or staring at the plates in wonder. Even Bruce.

Because if there was one thing that was another consent in all the multiverse it was that Bruce Wayne can not cook. The closest any variate has even gotten was burned beyond recognition ash.

Yet here was an entire spread that while not the meal of kings still looked rather taste and some may even say artsty.

"Don't just sit there. Dig in!" Brucie laughs. His hair bounces around his face in an adorable helo, and the family can only stare.

"How did you do this? Is it laced with something?" Tim's voice is heavy with suspicion, which would have been an overreaction if everyone wasn't feeling the same way.

"What? No, It's just eggs, sausage and fruit. With some presentation, I guess, but this isn't hard to make," Brucie says with a hint of defensiveness. "I worked really hard on it."

"We all appricate it Brucie." Dick speaks up leveling the table with a hard look "And we will eat it no matter the taste."

Ah, that must be it. It may look editable, but indeed it would taste terrible. In fact, they wouldn't put it past a version of Bruce Wayne to cause them all to cling to a toilet with his cooking.

Knowing it best to get it over with, the Bats pick up a utensil and carefully cut a bite of eggs or sausage. They hesitate for a moment- Brucie digs in, chewing loudly and quickly through his omelet-throwing. Each other looks to wish them luck, and in one symmetrical movement, everyone eats.

It's...heavenly. It tastes as good as Alfred's food, which they thought no one could match. Before they know it, they fill their plates and go for seconds, not long afterward.

Alfred is all but glowing with paternal pride by the end.

"Young Master Brucie, I had no idea you knew how to cook and so wonderfully as well!" Aldred compliments

Brucie looks up, one piece of sausage dangling from his mouth, reminding them he had no table manners. How in the world does Alfred of his world allow that? They would never know.

Brucie swallows before grinning widely. "Thanks. I love cooking when it's not attacking me."

What?

"Come again?" Bruce asks, blinking slowly as Brucie launches into tale after tale about his food reanimating and creating armies in the family fridge to fight for their freedoms. Or just eating as quickly as possible to prevent the food from coming to life.

He jokingly points at the plate with the sausage. "We better hurry before they develop eyes."

He then just goes back to eating like nothing and the rest of the table is left horrified. Eventually, Brucie excuses himself to go watch a mind-numbing movie- because he doesn't do anything- and they rush the food down to the cave for tests.

They all panic until the results come back like usual, and they realize that he is likely just joking. They all feel bad for doubting him, all but Tim and Cass, who knew Brucie had not lied or joked.

His food honestly did come to life in his old world. They just don't know what to do with that information.

Why did Bruce have to be weird in all universes?

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Cave Boy Au #Danny can cook...when his parents don't contaminate it.#The bats don't know what to do with a Bruce that can cook #They thought he was trying to poison then.

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Hello, hope you are having a good day/night?

I was wondering if I could request something where Joker uses Jason Todd's DNA to create a child (male) and raises him. What would happen when Jason finds out he not only has a kid but the kid been being raised by Joker the man who tortured and killed him!

And how will Bruce react to seeing Jason's son and how much he looks like his dad?

Platonic batfam x kid reader

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I’m still right in the middle of exam season right now, which is why I haven’t been writing much.

Like I said, you are a redheaded kid, because I love redhead Jason too much not to add it. Joker being the joker would most likely make you color your hair black though, just like Jason did when he was robin.

If Joker got Jasons DNA when he killed him, then you would be around 8, as Jason died at 15 and is 23 nowadays (I got this age from the dc twitter account), and because of Jasons genes you are most likely a small and skinny kid.

The smallness most likely also comes from the fact that Joker is the one raising you, alongside Harley if they are still together at that point.

Raising you is a very loose word, Joker does not have a parental bone in his body, and only clones you to taunt the bats. So, he is nowhere near a good parent and treats you like an extension of the Robin he killed.

This would lead to a lot of mistreatments, because it’s the Joker, what do you expect. Both mental and physical abuse would be present in your life, as the Joker wouldn’t feel any love or care for you as a person.

Because of this you wouldn’t be going to school either, but you are smart, so you teach yourself how to read and write, and you’ll have to learn math and the likes to be able to use some weapons to their full potential.

Instead of being allowed to be a child your only purpose to exist is to be a tool to taunt the bats, so you most likely wouldn’t be given a name either and would just be called Robin by Joker and anyone else who knows you exist.

Being “raised” by joker also means your morals are very skewed, and you have no problem with murder or torture, but what do you expect from someone like the joker.

The bats would learn about your existence during one of the Jokers latest plans. It would be during one of his more crazy ideas, you know, with a lot of hostages and a lot at risk.

I can imagine two scenarios. The Joker either tying you up and posing you bruised up and bloody whilst wearing the Robin outfit, to taunt Batman.

Or you are being used as a surprise attack when they get a little too close to catching the Joker. Joker of course wouldn’t care about your wellbeing besides being a tool for him, so if you get shot or break bones he doesn’t care.

They would of course all be shocked and shaken at seeing an 8-year-old kid wearing Jason’s robin outfit there, and especially with how little care you show about yourself and your own wellbeing.

Joker would whisk you away at the last moment, though not without you being hurt during the fighting, because he still has plans on using you to harm the bats, especially batman and red hood.

The batfam would panic at the knowledge that Joker has a child that hes using for his evil plans, they have no idea you are Jason’s clone yet, but they still want to rescue you.

They can only assume you’ve been trained since birth, with how skilled you are, which makes them all emotional. Especially the likes of Damian and Cass, since they were trained from infancy as well.

They would immediately start searching lost child cases for anyone fitting your description but come up empty handed because you are a clone.

After this encounter the Joker would use you in his plans more and more, because he gets great joy from seeing how desperate the batfam is to figure out who you are or to save you.

You’ve never felt kindness before and have never been your own person though, so you don’t trust them and just do whatever the Joker orders you to do, putting yourself in life and death situations more than once.

Bruce would be heartbroken with how familiar you look in your robin outfit, as you are a complete copy of how Jason looked back then. Dick and Jason, and maybe Tim, would be the only ones able to recognize your appearance, which would make them all want to save you even more.

After finally getting your blood and/or DNA to test after another deadly situation you’ve put yourself in, they take it back to the cave to test, where they learn your relation to Jason.

To say the batfam would all be shaken and enraged by the discovery would be an understatement. They’re shaken at the fact that Joker has had a child grown from Jasons DNA for who knows how long, and would be enraged at the fact that Jasons DNA was used and that you’ve obviously been abused this entire time.

They buckle down even more to get you to their side and make you come with them willingly, and it works in their favor as the Joker has become more lax with your reigns. It seems he’s growing bored of using the same thing over and over again, so he’s kinda just letting you run freely as he comes up with new plans.

It would start with Jason or Tim, or maybe even Cass, who would be able to get closer to you. They wouldn’t push to get you to come with them, and just get you to be used to their presence instead of immediately seeing them as a threat.

They know this is a slow process and that they can’t rush it, since you would run at the first sign of them trying to snatch you up.

As this is happening Jason can be caught reading parenting books, things about child psychology and the affects of child abuse. He already knew all of this, but he keeps refreshing it for when they get you to trust them.

Bruce would be going through a grieving process again, as you are a direct result of him failing Jason. But this time he would have a larger support system which would stop him from spiraling like last time.

Over time you get used to the presence of the batfam when you are on your own, they bring you meals or stuff to drink. Of course, you don’t trust it in the beginning, knowing they could be drugging you, but as time passes you start to eat with them.

At some point, Damian would end up telling you about his own childhood and how wrong it was, and that he didn’t deserve that abuse, and neither do you.

That would be what starts to make you understand that the Joker isn’t a good guardian and that you may be worth more than he says you are.

They don’t get much further though, as the Joker has gotten bored of you and the purpose you were supposed to serve, so he wants to get rid of you. He would try to recreate the day he killed Jason, with the crowbar and everything.

Bruce is the one to save you before you get blown up though, Bruce almost in a frenzy to not lose another kid that way every again. You would be bruised and battered with broken bones and a concussion, but you would be alive.

They would bring you to a doctor or healer, probably a league one for identity reasons, and the fact that they could use magic to heal you faster.

Jason wouldn’t leave you alone as you are unconscious for days, the batfam would stick close by but also be working hard on cracking down on the Joker and destroying whatever he has left of his cloning experiments.

After you wake up, a lot of time would be used introducing you to the life of a normal child, and helping you heal both mentally and physically.

Thankfully they have a lot of experienced with helping kids who were raised to be weapons, with Cass and Damian and the likes, so they know what to do for the most part.

Jason never thought he would be a dad, especially not with how young he is, but he takes to it like a duck to water. Hes always had a soft spot for kids, and maybe in the back of his mind always wanted a kid of his own, so you help him settle in a way he didn’t know he could.

They all joke about Bruce spoiling you, because you are like a mix of Cass, Damian and Jason, and that Bruce’s fatherly urges can’t be stopped. It isn’t a joke though, after you learn to have your own opinions and wants, Bruce would bend over backwards for you like he would for any of his kids.

The first time you call Jason dad, he has to choke back tears, because he never thought you’d see him as your dad or accept him. You two go out to bat burger to celebrate.

They of course make up legal papers for you as well so you can start going to school after healing mentally and physically. They wouldn’t allow you to run around at night with them for a while either, as they want you to find who you are before you decide to be a hero or not.

And whether you decide to be a vigilante or just a civilian, they support you the entire way. Even if you pick to be a hero, they’d still be overprotective since you are the youngest, much to your annoyance, but you know its cuz they love you.

They all love you, and you love them. And if you choose to be a hero and base your outfit around your dads and it makes him cry, who will catch him with the helmet on. The other heroes think you are adorable too. You have youngest child privilege in the hero world, learn to wield it.

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phantoms-world-and-more · 1 year

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The fentons go to gothem

The fentons know dannys phantom and accept him, in the aftermath and guilt of hunting their own son the fentons decide to go on a trip

To where...

TO GOTHEM

But their the only ones who arent scared of the rouge gallery, please danny has a rouge gallery too and has been hunted by the government daily gothem is nothing.

So the fentons just do what ever they want?

There's a robbery at the store their in?too bad their is a sale and if a walking fortress isent present your not getting them out. They dont even stop shopping, the robbers see 2 teenagers just casually shopping, go to confront them, but they dont get far because the second they step 3 feet away from them the 5.2 walking stick of a teenager just kicked them in the face so hard they get knocked out, and continues just shopping.

They get caught in a fear gass attack? Jazz is going to phyco-analyse the crap out of scarecrow from 30 feet away and go on a rant about the ethical ramifications of fear gas.

The joker tries to involve these 2 kids in a hostages situation? Nope, danny didn't so much as let him within 20 feet of jazz before grabbing a metal pipe and going to town on him. Now when ever this kid sees him he just grabs the closes thing to beat him up with and tackles him.

He's jasons new favourite and is trying to help bruse adopt these 2.

When BAM a walking tank comes barging through followed buy a woman parcor-ing her way inside, both in jumpsuits.

What they dont expect is for the most intimidating man they've ever seen to burst into tears, saying about how they might not be the best parents but they do love them, dont take them away ect;

They also didn't expect the woman to pull out a freaking buzuka and start yelling about how those were her children, how dare you make her husband cry ect;

#danny phantom #fic prompt #daily prompt #danny fenton #dc x dp #dp x dc #batman #funny #dc #jazz fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #batfam #good parent fenton #they're trying #they're trying so hard #clown hating danny

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pumpkinstrawbrew · 9 months

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"can it be, that you actually CARE about those creatures!? you are just as crazy as they are!"

and yeah, he sure does care. so let me present you, batman n' his 'creatures' aka you become forever responsible for what (who) you’ve tamed.

...

(i remember watching the lock-up ep as a child, and rooting for bruce to save the rogues. i always was a villain-lover type of kid, n' those 3 were one of my fav characters in the whole show, so naturally, i wanted them to be saved. but that aside, it also simply felt idk, ‘right’ for bruce to intervene? at that age, i didn’t fully understand the complexity behind the topic, but it was one of those episodes that stuck with me for years. it’s actually pretty mature for a kid’s show to show smth like that.

i honestly wish, that the ep was fully focused on inmates and/or bruce investigating the abuse vs how it went into bolton kidnapping gordon n’ other folks. but hey, what we got was nice too! there is something very lovely about the hero protecting their villains from anti-heros/villain-slayers. it’s a thankless job, clearly. but they still put themselves in harm's way, bc they don't approve of the abuse/murder. even if it’s their enemies. *or in some cases* esp if it’s their enemies.

now about the art...

idk, if the first one *the meme itself* was already done for lock-up ep or not. i mean, probably? maybe? either way, if it was done before, now there is another version for it.

n' ah. the second one is kinda just happen'. i was thinking about batman hanging out with every villain, who was in that ep. and how different it would have been, if it was actually about idk, batman, his rogues n' bolton trying to kill/capture them all or smth like that, rather than how it went in canon. anyhow, batman still wins in the end *naturally* and tries bring them all back into arkham, which is.....yeah, it prob will be difficult. mostly bc no one wants to go back lol. harley wants to see her trash man the joker, jon want to gas the city, wesker *actually* wouldn't have minded to go back, but the scareface wanna do crimes. n' bolton doesn't think, that he did anything wrong, so clearly he doesn't wanna be locked up *hehe, get it* with crazies as one of them. so basically, batman's battle for justice slowly turns into pokemon hunt.

in other words, bruce will have a long night ahead of him, with crane yelling into his ear the whole time. f in chat for our man bruce. he really needs it.)

#batman animated series #batman #btas #jonathan crane #bruce wayne #harley quinn #arnold wesker #lyle bolton #scarebat #brew draws

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 13 days

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Finally reading "Under the Red Hood" for my story, Dick Grayson V Gotham and some notes about what exactly happens here:

Jason's helmet really is a whole ass red circle with eyes, isn't it.

There's constant internal monologue about how much Batman cares about his kids. From Alfred and from Batman.

There's a whole ass woman who I have never seen referenced before called Onyx? Who's apparently the "only other hero allowed in the whole of gotham... other than catwoman".

Bruce recognizing Jason just based on how he fights and plans is beautiful, even if bruce doesn't believe it yet.

Superman's over here flirting with Bruce, going "we could have gotten tickets to the theater if you'd called ahead 😘😘" while bruce is traveling all over the world to figure out if his baby boy might be back from the dead.

Lowkey sad that Jason doesn't have the skunk stripe. I know it was fanon that occasionally became canon, but I still like it.

Wow, this Robin!Jason flashback is really giving us good views of the scaly panties, >:P

So, during the flashback, Bruce brings up the idea that Jason has a "mean streak" in comparison to how Dick was. But it's not that Jason was "mean" and Dick "nice"--Dick has a massive temper, even if canon rarely allows him to acknowledge it--but with Dick... Everytime he was Robin, I think he was still in the mindset of "performer". There was a bit more disconnect between him and the criminals of Gotham, because the fights were more like acts. Jason performs too, but he's very personal about it. This is his city, he's taking all these crimes personally and even when he's "performing" it's still Jason Todd, while Dick's Robin is more so a mask. IDK, this is just the vibes I'm picking up.

I really love the panels after Jason blows up the meth lab. The way the colors are... it makes Jason almost look like he's teared up? It's beautiful.

Oh great, Slade's here. No wonder this things so damn long

You know what, Slade? I'm on Black Mask's side here. A nazi and a hyena man? You can find better hired help on Craigslist.

Just finished the fight, and I'm STILL on Black Mask's side. Slade, who the fuck are these losers!?

Yes, Jason baby, kill the nazi!

Jason got them Christmas presents! That's sweet!

Slade, why the FUCK were you here? Did you see Nightwing was in town and go "lol, this'll be funny"?

Black Mask really calling himself Daddy around Jason... wasn't a joke. Huh.

There are some very nice parallels after Jason reveals his identity to Bruce. Bruce was too late to stop Joker's bomb, he was too late to stop the bomb in the meth lab. Bruce was too late to stop his son from getting attacked by a supervillain, but Bruce was faster now, good job! And Bruce never killed his son's killer, and he won't kill Stephanie's killer either. It's like he keeps testing Bruce to see if he really has to go through with his plan with the Joker.

Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if Jason's entire beef with Black Mask was because of his part in Stephanie Brown's death.

...I don't really like the idea of Jason calling himself a zombie after Joker did it.

Jason wiped the smile off his face, goddamn! (And don't think I didn't notice how similar Joker and Jason's laughs are, comic artists. Sure, maybe that's just how cackling laughter was drawn back then, but in literature, that smells like foiling).

...THIS is when Bludhaven gets destroyed!? Really???

Also, what is this depiction of Bludhaven just... being across a river? This feels unreasonably close, why hasn't Gotham just eaten Bludhaven at this point?

IT'S A NUKE???

THEY ARE LOOKING DIRECTLY AT IT, HOW ARE THEIR EYES NOT GETTING BURNT OUT OF THEIR HEADS

I'm just realizing how many explosives there are in this series. Between the bombs the Bats use, and the bombs Jason sets up, and... what happened to bludhaven. That, kids, is what we call a theme!

Bruce really is sympathetic in this. It's subtle, which is good, I don't think anyone would have appreciated the author blaring out "BATMAN IS IN THE RIGHT, HE'S THE BEST GUY, FUCK JASON."

And Jason is getting more and more unhinged as the fight progresses.

You know, it's occurring to me that this all could have been prevented if New Jersey had the death penalty. There's no way Joker could have gotten the insanity plea so many times if they could put him in the ground for good.

...I wonder if Batman votes to reinstate the death penalty?

"But why... why on God's earth--??! Is he still alive!!??" Is just... such a good reveal. Such a good line. No wonder we're all so fixated on this character, omg.

Oh. This is why Jason thinks Batman doesn't love him.

It's the lack of reciprocation. Jason sees "killing the Joker after he killed you" as an act of love. Batman cannot provide that act, so Jason sees that refusal as proof he is unloved.

The funniest Joker's ever been:

Oh, the batarang moment. Oh no.

Oh no oh no oh no

I still feel like resurrection via Superboy punching the universe hard is still a cop-out reason why Jason's alive, but the line "Until time decided to set things right." is speaking to me.

Oh god, the buried alive scene is brutal.

Okay, so Jason came back fully sane, he definitely knew what he was doing breaking out of the coffin, but his injuries that were unhealed and getting hit by a fucking car are what caused his catatonic state. He didn't just wake up not all there, that happened because no one was looking out for him.

Okay, so 6 months dead, about a... year in a coma. It says a year for his time catatonic on the streets, then a year with Talia, still catatonic... that's three and a half years, Jason really started being the Red Hood... like what, a few weeks after he got tossed in the Pits?

...I thought the pits were green. They look gold in my version of these comics, is that normal?

EW, WHY'D SHE KISS HIM

Also, there was no brainwashing this boy, Talia literally just said "you remain avenged" and it sent Jason on this whole murder spiral, she didn't do shit

Except kiss him. which, EW

Alright, good night everybody!

#cw swearing #cw death #cw gore #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #under the red hood #Constantine jr au #cw bombs #cw drug mention

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polarspaz · 1 year

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Rebooting/tweaking the Shattered AU!

So the Joker kidnap's Tim and tries to twist the young man into a reflection of himself. For half month Tim endures constant torture while being jacked up on Joker Toxin. It's unlike anything Tim has experienced, he's in agony and wants it to stop, but at the same time, he would rather die than let the Joker know anything.

And thus JJ is born. JJ can handle pain, in fact he finds it absolutely hilarious! He plays along with Joker, takes on his mannerisms and lethality, but in reality, JJ HATES the Joker. With every single, tiny, microscopic, fiber of his being.

So when the Joker finally presents JJ to a horrified Batfamily, he is completely unprepared for JJ’s frenzied lunge for him instead. Laughing manically, JJ manages to tear out one of Joker's eyes and stab him several times in the chest, before Dick and Jason can pull him off. Batman manages to stabilize Joker, saving his life, but JJ is not happy.

"I'm already broken Batsy!" JJ screams as he jerks against his brothers' hold on him against the ground. "Just let me KILL HIM! LET.ME.KILL.HIM!"

JJ/Tim know they are fucked up for life. There is no going back from this, so they feel they are expendable. Batman can never go against his code and JJ/Tim accept this, so to keep Bruce's hands clean, JJ will will dirty his hands instead.

So after this, every time Joker escapes Arkham, Tim has to be literally locked away. If they don't, JJ will escape and try to kill the Joker. Kon comes in with a solution and offers to take Tim with him to the Kent farm until the affair is over. With both the distances and Kon's TK, he's able to help Tim keep JJ under control. ((It also helps that Tim adores Kon and would never hurt him, thus JJ would never hurt Kon.))

Tim is in control most of the time, but JJ tends to come out when things get too intense, or life threatening. JJ is a big part of Tim's survival instinct, without him, Tim would just give up and die. So when Tim is faced with extreme pain, JJ will take over and end the situation as quickly as possible.

JJ likes Batman and the rest of the Batfamily but he also loves creeping them out. He’s a bit vindicated and brutally honest, but he will also do ANYTHING to save his family and friends, although it will be violent and horrifying.

((Tim takes on the new hero persona of Shrike. More experienced villans like, Two-Face and Penguin, handle Tim more cautiously now. They know how dangerous and unpredictable Joker can be, so pissing off a mini version of him is not good idea.))

((Two-face actually develops a fascination with Shrike, seeing how the other is also suffering from split personality disorder, but unlike him, Shrike seems to be in balance. Meanwhile Ra's Al Ghoul is planning for a way to twist Tim/JJ even, smooth the edges so to speak, take the insanity out, but keep the deadly edge in.))

#Tim drake #scars #red robin #shattered au #jj #joker jr #kon el #Superboy #timkon

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deadsetobsessions · 4 months

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DC canon isn’t real. At least, not to me. I just slowly go through the things I see from comics and shows and compile the parts I like like one those dragons under the blanket, snatching things and hoarding them.

Like, Duke? I know next to nothing about him. But you know what? In my version of the DC universe, the people of Gotham love him in a way they don’t love the Bats. He’s their friend. Sure, a meta friend but at this point who doesn’t have something funky they can do after years of chemical, biological and just plain old warfare on the streets of Gotham? Signal is the guy you flag down during the day when your store’s getting robbed or if you just wanted to talk to someone. He’s there, present in the daylight and real in the way the Bats aren’t. He doesn’t just fly above Gotham like Superman either. You’d catch Signal helping old ladies across the street and trading tips on knitting patterns and skills. You’d catch him hanging out with homeless teenagers and splitting a giant thing of pizza with them, except he takes a small slice and makes sure the rest of them gets enough to fill their stomachs for the day. Once, a criminal decided to jump Signal while he was helping out a lost kid and traffic just stopped cold because people slammed on their brakes to stop and jump out of the car in order to beat the guy up while Signal got the kid to safety. Then they watched as he turned around, used his powers to flashbang the guy, deck him, and then track down the kid’s parents.

Signal is their bestie. Signal is Gotham’s bestie.

Jason? What rubber bullets? No, no, no. He still uses live rounds. Sure, he doesn’t kill when he doesn’t have to, but Jason is very much capable of refraining from murder and also just putting lead between some asshole’s eyes. He doesn’t kill much anymore because he 1) needs the rep of mercy when warranted, 2) likes his family enough 3) is skilled enough not to need to kill and 4) has enough of a reputation where killing is no longer the first thing he has to do to be taken seriously. Also, he killed the Joker, if someone else didn’t do it first and he should be regarded as a, if not a hero, then someone who did something decent. He beat the shit out of Tim and traumatize the poor kid, and did that whole Under the Red Hood thing because he’s got issues with Bruce, but it never made sense to me that he was painted as a villain for it. Like… there’s a whole city that would be toasting Red Hood.

Anyways the world is your oyster and DC canon makes less sense to me than Marvel’s. So.

#batman #signal #duke thomas #Gotham #Gothamites #duke thomas is awesome #dc canon is soup

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hotgirlmav · 2 years

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Parting Gift — Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Female!Reader (18+)

Description: One night stands were never truly your thing. After passing your college midterms and celebrating at a bar, though, a one night stand ended up being just what you wanted. You picked the hottest naval aviator in the whole building and soon learned that he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. He was set to deploy the next day, and you just wanted a cheap fix. What better way to ruin the convenience of a one night stand than him getting you pregnant? PART TWO IS OUT!

Warnings: Explicit language, sexual undertones, abundance of angst, depictions of anxiety, vomit, alcohol, pregnancy, mentions of abortion, reader going complete Joker, flirty Hangman, writer missing Maverick. Maverick, come home. The kids miss you.

Word Count: 3,688.

A/N: Apologies for the heartache in advance. Also, JUSTICE FOR THE PREGNANCY TROPE? So many people seem to hate it, but I'm sorry, I love the drama. It fuels me. It keeps me GOING.

Requests are still open!

“Wake up, pretty girl.”

Your eyes slowly fluttered open at the sound of the deep, raspy voice that filled your ears.

Your lips curled into a soft grin at the sight of the mustached man, traces of drowsiness still present in his hazel eyes. The hint of sunlight peering through the window rested upon his face, making him glow in a way you hadn’t quite seen before. Had your head not been aching as a result of a small hangover, that moment would have been your complete description of heaven.

Realizing just how tired you two still were, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What time is it?” You asked him just barely above a whisper and lifted your hand, trying to rub at least just a little bit of the sleep out of your eyes.

His gaze shifted from you for only a mere second, but it felt like an eternity. For a second, you just wanted to cup his cheeks with your hands and make him look at you. You wanted to remain the subject of his sleepy, lustful gaze, but unfortunately, reality had to set in.

“Almost seven.” He responded to you in a way that seemed as if he had overslept, despite such an hour being one you wouldn’t dream of waking up at on a weekend.

He got up from his spot in your bed within just a few seconds, causing an uninviting gush of wind to wash over you. The now vacant spot where he once rested still contained his warmth, but it was nothing compared to actually having him next to you. You slowly sat up in your spot, your bare back now exposed to the harsh temperature as the blanket continued to cover your exposed chest. You watched the man pull his boxers up swiftly before following with the jeans, the white tee, and the Hawaiian shirt from the night before. Even in your tired, slightly hungover state, his beauty clouded the room like fog on a winter’s morning.

“I don’t usually do this, you know.” Rooster broke the silence, earning a small giggle from you. Despite the fact that you took his words as a joke, he shook his head and pulled his shirt over his head.

“No, I mean it. I don’t. Trust me, if I could stay in bed with you and give you something much nicer to wake up to,” he trailed on with a chuckle, his voice still raspy from waking up moments prior. “I would. I’m just usually back at base by now, and since I have to travel for my deployment later, I don’t want them to get any ideas. Don’t want them to think I’m just flaking on them or something.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You couldn’t help but gently laugh at his demeanor, shaking your head slightly. You highly appreciated where he was coming from, but you knew he was just being a gentleman. “If I expected morning cuddles and breakfast afterwards, I wouldn’t have slept with you the same night I met you.”

Was it reckless? Yes. Did you care? No. While one-night stands were not usually your thing, last night was quite special. Rooster wanted to get a few drinks with his friends before having to deploy, and you had just passed your college midterms. He was hot, you were hot, you both were tipsy; it felt like fate.

“I’m not saying any of this to make you feel better, I’m saying it because I mean it.” He informed you, putting his Hawaiian shirt on over his tee. Despite his tone remaining soft, it was a bit firm. He didn’t want you to think he was just hitting and quitting.

Rolling your eyes playfully at his response, you simply held the blanket to your chest and took another deep breath. His gaze landed upon you once more, causing him to let out a small chuckle. You furrowed your eyebrows as he simply stared and laughed under his breath.

“What?” You asked, now slightly uncomfortable at the realization that you were still completely in the nude and he was laughing.

“I, uh,” he began, clearing his throat as he pointed his finger right below your head. “I need those.”

You looked down in complete confusion, your eyebrows still furrowed as you did so. Once you saw the metal from his dog tags resting right under your collarbones, you could feel your heart begin to speed up slightly, seeing as you didn’t even remember the fact that you were wearing his dog tags.

“God, how drunk were we?” You couldn’t help but mutter under your breath as you used one of your hands to take them off. You held them out and tensed slightly once you felt his large, warm hand cup your cold one momentarily, watching him take them.

“I’m not surprised. Thinking about you now in nothing but my dog tags is doing something to me, so I can only imagine what it did to me last night.” He casually remarked in a way that made you almost shyly giggle. You weren’t accustomed to such suave flattery, but from him, you’d take it. It felt perfect. It felt natural.

“The second I come back, I’m taking you out.” He broke the silence once more, causing you to raise your eyebrows.

“Oh, are you?” You asked with a grin to match your surprise, your eyes slightly lighting up.

There was a smirk on his face that did unexplainable things to you as he nodded his head, not even dreaming of tearing his gaze away from your face. He nodded his head in response, his tongue momentarily leaving his mouth to wet his lips. You bit the inside of your cheek as you gazed at him, trying your hardest not to just grab him and pull him back into bed.

He inched closer to the bed and leaned down, his tall frame essentially in half as he dipped his head down to your ear.

“Until next time, pretty girl.” He whispered into your ear in a way that sent chills down your spine, his warm hand pressing to the small of your bare back as he pressed his lips to the very beginning of your jawline.

You let out a small giggle as he stood up properly, his gaze not leaving you as you simply laid back. You gave him one final wave, and just like that, he was off.

That was seven weeks ago. That was a much calmer time, a nicer time. Certainly not a time where you couldn’t even look at anything without having to throw up.

The sound of the flushing toilet rang in your ears for what seemed to be the millionth time in the past few days, earning a disgruntled groan from the recesses of your throat. Even doing so caused you more pain, seeing as the acid in the vomit was enough to make your throat burn.

For the past week, you had been under the impression that you had the most vile case of the flu. At every second, you were emptying the contents of your stomach, doing so in what almost seemed like an ungodly manner. Had you not been oddly late for your period, you would have just written this off entirely.

Tired of the situation and confused, you sat in your bed with a scowl on your face, your free hand absentmindedly on your stomach as the other typed your symptoms into the search engine on your computer.

Had the word never shown up on the screen of your laptop, you would never have considered it. To be quite honest, even when the word did show up, it just made you dryly laugh out loud. Your initial thought was that such a thing was impossible, seeing as you hadn’t slept with anyone recently enough for you to be pregnant. The second that thought came across, though, you could feel your heart drop as flashes of the naval aviator from two months prior began to flicker throughout your head.

You began to wonder if you two used protection, seeing as you couldn’t remember much from that night. You doubted that he could either, due to both of you not remembering how you ended up with his dog tags once you woke up. Your gut was telling you that the fact that you had to question it said enough, but you didn’t want to listen. You had to be sure.

The next hour flew by in what seemed like a sequence. Within an hour, you made your way to the drugstore that was the closest to your house, purchased three different variations of pregnancy tests, had a miniature breakdown in the car, calmed yourself down, made your way back home, and stood impatiently in the bathroom for what seemed like an eternity. The wrapper for the first test was lazily resting next to the pregnancy test, the instructions strewn out next to the ripped box as you waited. The test itself was facedown as your timer finally rang after five minutes of pure hell.

Once it rang, you gasped under your breath and quickly turned it off, the sound essentially giving you a heart attack. You pursed your lips together tightly and squeezed your eyes shut, deciding to just rip it off like a bandaid. You took the test in your hand and quickly turned it over, looking down at it.

Two pink lines.

The second one was faint, but it was unmissable.

Letting out what almost sounded like a maniacal laugh, shaking your head as you furrowed your eyebrows. Immediately, you began to tear open every other test.

“No, no. False positive. False positives happen all the time.” You thought to yourself in a panic, taking the next few moments to take each and every single one.

Moments later, you were met with what almost seemed like an ungodly amount of positive pregnancy tests. One false positive was already pushing it, but six? That was unmistakable. You were pregnant.

With shaky hands and a heavy heart, you silently thanked your lucky stars for the fact that there was a wall behind you. Had there not been, you would have fallen directly onto your back. You knew that was something not only you couldn’t afford, but your baby couldn’t afford.

“God, my baby.” You whispered under your breath shakily, your voice riddled in disbelief as your vision began to blur with tears.

The memories of the night you spent several weeks ago took solace in every tear that rolled down your warm cheeks, the sight of your temporary lover fading off into the distance. You knew that even if you tried to reach for him, he would be gone before you would even realize it. Your fingers would pierce the transparent photograph of him in your memory, and he would be none the wiser.

The only thing you had left of him was the parting gift he left you, now seven weeks along. The tiny blip inside of you, the faint yet present pink line, and the role of motherhood that you would have to take on in just a number of months. You watched your own life and your own reason for being walk out of the door, quickly being replaced by what would be this baby.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. You were well aware of the fact that this is certainly not the first nor the last time this has happened, but you never wanted such a thing for yourself.

You wanted the big house. You wanted the white picket fence. You wanted the his and hers sinks. You wanted the matching rings. You wanted the arguments over where the remote to the television went. You wanted the sigh of relief and to feel that they missed you in their hug whenever they got home. You wanted the shocked reaction in the bathroom. You wanted the tears of joy, the hugs, the cheers, and the calls to be sent out after telling them.

All you got was the shocked reaction in the bathroom.

You wanted your child to grow up in a home with parents that loved them, parents that loved each other. At that point in time, you weren’t even sure if your child’s father remembered your name. The memory he had of you would extend no further than the inner-workings of your body, and it would all remain in his fingertips. You couldn’t even be mad at him for such a thing. Apart from his profession, his callsign, and the way his body worked, what did you truly know about him?

Could he handle a child? Did he even want a child? Even if he did, how would you even reach him? Did you even want a child?

The air seemed to grow thinner at the number of thoughts racing throughout your head, causing you to take a very deep breath and close your eyes. You knew you had to map out what your next move was, and what exactly would follow after that.

Keeping the baby seemed like a no-brainer. While you were comforted by the fact that whatever you decided would be solely your decision, and while you completely understood anyone choosing to terminate the pregnancy, you just knew that wasn’t what you wanted to do. In that area, your mind was as good as made up.

Within the next three days, things seemed to go by both far too quickly and far too slowly. Your pregnancy was confirmed by an ultrasound that you scheduled directly after your breakdown on your bathroom floor, and you still had yet to tell anyone. Even though you knew what kind of reaction you’d get to keeping the baby, let alone being pregnant in the first place, none of it worried you as much as how the father would react. The past three nights had been haunted by memories of your night with him, and oddly enough, that comforted you. Even if you didn’t have his support, you’d always have that night.

If you didn’t have his support, though, what an asshole. Right?

Sharply exhaling as your car came to a halt outside of the bar that you met Rooster at, you closed your eyes as the sound of music blaring from the inside of the building filled your ears. Figuring that if you didn’t just do it at that moment, you’d never do it, you simply got out and made your way in before you could turn around.

Everything about the atmosphere of the bar reminded you of him. You were incredibly irritated by that fact. You had been frequenting that bar since your freshman year of college, how come he got to ruin it for you in just one night?

Huffing at the thought of him and the impending nausea that threatened to consume you, you began to look around for any familiar faces. Within an instant, your eyes landed on a man you had not only seen that fated night, but a man that even spoke to Rooster before you practically stole him. If anyone knew how to contact Rooster, it was probably him.

Immediately, you approached him.

The blonde-haired pilot had the cockiest grin on his face as he listened to another pilot speak, clearly ready to argue with whatever was being said.

“Excuse me.” You tried to kindly get his attention, not speaking loud enough over the music. Deciding that yelling at a man you were trying to get information out of just wouldn’t be the wisest way to go about it, you tapped his shoulder with your index finger, causing him to look back over his shoulder.

Though you were more of a Rooster girl, you had to admit, being under this man’s gaze wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“How can I help you, sweetheart?” He asked you with what almost seemed to be an even cockier smirk, a beer bottle in his hand as he turned around fully to face you.

“Hi, I’m sorry. I was here a few weeks ago, and you were with this guy I was talking to. His name is Rooster, do you know him?” You asked as sweetly and as calmly as you could, despite wanting nothing more than to throw up right on his shoes. It wasn’t personal; you just had to puke.

The man let out what almost seemed like a devious chuckle, nodding his head at your words. “I know him. Why, he couldn’t give you what you wanted? Referred you to me?”

His words were filthy, but his tone was still playful. In all honesty, you would rather have him be like that than withholding.

You forced out a small giggle at his words and immediately shook your head, following up with a few of your own. “No, no, it’s not like that. He had to deploy the day after, and I never got a chance to get his number. I was wondering if you had it and if you could give it to me. I really have to talk to him, it’s important.”

His eyebrows were raised at your words, as he knew Rooster had left quite some time ago. He wasn’t quick enough to put two and two together, but he did realize that it must have been important if you waited two months to tell him. Still, though, he wanted to let you dangle a bit more.

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Not sure Roo would want me giving out his number to just any pretty woman who asks for it.” He remarked in a tone that you’d be lying if you said it didn’t give you goosebumps, his cold hand pushing a bit of your hair behind your shoulder. You knew exactly what he was doing, so you just let out a small giggle and kept your gaze on his face.

“It’s really important.” You reiterated, your tone still soft yet firm. You exhaled in relief as he simply nodded after a moment, taking his phone out.

After he read the ten-digit phone number to you, you sighed in relief and quickly saved his contact, going to put your phone away. Before you could do so, he began to read out another number.

You furrowed your eyebrows and hastily unlocked your phone, your fingers frantically dancing across the screen to jot the number down. Once he finished, you gazed up at him in confusion. “What is the second number for?”

“That one is mine.” He cheekily told you, your expression softening in realization as his smirk returned. “For when you get bored of Rooster.”

You couldn’t help but let a small laugh out at the man, shaking your head. “Thank you, um…”

“Hangman.” He finished for you, licking his lips after doing so. You responded with a kind smile and nodded your head.

Within the next few minutes, you kindly bid him adieu, making sure to attach his callsign to his contact before you could forget. You made your way back out to your car and got into the driver’s seat, immediately putting your seatbelt on. Before you could even leave the parking lot, you found yourself pressing the small call icon next to Rooster’s contact.

Your heart began to race as it began to ring, your entire body filling with regret. You were already too far into the call to hang up without suspicion, and you felt completely paralyzed. You couldn’t hang up. Just when you thought you were safe, a voice entered your ear with the intensity of a jump scare.

“Hello?”

Your heart completely stopped. Your chest began to tighten as you opened your mouth to speak, despite being unable to get any words out. Before he could hang up, though, you figured that it was your turn to break the silence.

“Hi.” You spoke into the phone, squeezing your eyes shut at how pathetic you sounded.

“God, don’t hang up, don’t hang up.” You thought, just before you frantically spoke again.

“I-I’m sorry, you probably don’t remember me. I—” You began to stutter, being cut off by words that made your heart just melt.

“Pretty girl, is that you?” He asked into the phone with a chuckle, his eyebrows furrowing as he slowly began to recognize your voice.

Immediately, you had the dumbest smile on your face. For a second, you completely forgot what you even called for. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s me.”

“How did you get my number, hm? Stalking me?” He teased you in a way that made you understand just why you brought him home with you that one night, earning a small giggle from you.

“Some guy at the bar. Said his name was Hangman.” You softly told him, looking down at your hands as you held the phone to your ear with your other hand.

Rooster raised his eyebrows as he sat down, a shirt absent from his body as he held his phone to his ear. “That’ll go down as the first and last good thing he’s ever done for me.”

Of course, he had no idea what would happen just months later.

You let out another laugh as he poked fun at his fellow naval aviator, the newly found silence now reminding you why you called.

“Listen, uh— I actually called because I have to talk to you.”

“Oh, that’s fine. We can talk next week, I’ll be back on Monday.”

What…?

“Back? Back here, what…?” You asked in pure confusion, your eyebrows furrowed as he responded to your tone with a chuckle.

“Yes, back there. You didn’t think I forgot that I promised you a date, did you?” He asked in a way that made you just want to implode right there, following up before you could respond. “Listen, I have to go. I’ll see you Tuesday night?”

“Oh— kay. Okay, sure, yeah.” You found yourself saying, completely dumbfounded.

“Alright, then. It’s a date.” He spoke in a way that made his smirk almost audible. “Bye, pretty girl.”

“Bye.” You forced yourself to respond, hanging up in an instant.

Fuck.

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