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ghost-bxrd · 27 days

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What are Talon!Dick's favorite memories of Jason?

Okay so this one took me a moment, but I think these are a couple (but not all!) of Dick’s key memories with Jason:

The day Dick found Jason during the snow fall. His whole life changed (once again) in the span of a few minutes as he found himself a purpose again. He still remembers how he showed off to Jason during the hike back to the nest, giving him his very first taste of “flying”, and how Jason laughed as they sailed across the rooftops.

The first time Jason tried to mimic Dick’s chirps. He definitely stared at him for a long while fighting back the urge to cry, because for Dick it meant Jason not only accepted him as his guardian, but also as part of the “flock”. It signified the beginning of them being a real family, and not Dick only being an asset to Jason’s survival.

Jason reading him the Chronicles of Narnia for the first time. Dick panicked when the witch took Edmund and was inconsolable until Jason told him he’d be reunited with his siblings and everything would be okay. That was also the first time Jason initiated a cuddle session.

The time Jason smuggled them into the movies to watch Pride and Prejudice. Dick didn’t like the movie too much, but he still remembers Jason radiating absolute happiness and joy the entire time and how Jason kept analyzing and comparing scenes from the book afterwards while they shared a chili dog Dick stole from a vendor.

The way Jason kept laughing when Bruce took him out as Robin for the first time and he got to swing between the buildings, checking behind himself every other second to make sure Dick is watching him do flips and complicated spins.

Jason trying to teach Bruce how to cook and somehow ending with Bruce covered head to toe with flour, raw eggs in Jason’s hair, and salty cake batter all over the floor, walls, and ceiling, and Alfred yelling at them both.

The first time Jason tried to make a nest for Dick.

Jason and Tim falling asleep leant against each other in the library. 📚🦉

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piedpiperart · 10 months

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Marked for Death pt 11

Chapter 10

Red Hood had missed two days of patrol.

Jason couldn’t find it in him to care as much because he was taking care of his grumpy, sick toddler the whole time. Conan was usually an easy kid. He had the intelligence to think logically so Jason could always reason with him or they could talk things out.

Conan while he was sick was another story. The kid was adorably clingy the first day, but the second he’d started to get a little stir crazy. Jason had to practically carry him around the house all day to make sure the kid wouldn’t walk on his foot.

Much to Conan’s exasperation, Jason refused to let him play on the computer all day. Especially while Conan was sick, Jason didn’t want the kid looking at a screen too long. It was a good excuse to bring out the puzzle and Lego sets they’d gotten at the mall. After his initial pouting, Conan had gotten pretty into it, and Jason made a note to get more Lego sets later. And more shelf space, as Conan’s room now displayed a Lego spaceship and a Lego Daily Planet.

The puzzle had taken Conan longer to complete, and while the toddler worked on that in the living room, Jason busied himself with organizing his own weapons. He didn’t want any within Conan’s reach, but he did want Conan to be safe in case of an intruder.

“What about a gun?” Conan asked, wrinkling his face. He didn't really know how to shoot a gun, but it would be a useful skill to know.

“Absolutely not,”Jason shot down immediately. He didn’t even want to think about his kid with a gun, so he pushed that mental image down. “I was thinking more like a taser.”

“Oh,”Conan perked up,”I had one of those. I tazered Gin.”

“You tazed one of the guys in black?” Jason asked increduously. Conan merely grinned at him, and Jason shook his head fondly.

“So where you gonna hide it?” Conan asked.

“I’m thinking one in each room, just in case,”Jason hummed.”So if anyone breaks in you have a way to protect yourself.”

“Makes sense,”Conan nodded, placing another piece on the puzzle. Jason was not surprised to see he’d moved on from solving the edges to the middle. He mentally added more puzzles to his shopping list. “Can I help you hide them?” Conan asked, eyes sparkling.

“As long as you stay off your foot you can,”Jason replied, smiling wryly when Conan gave him a pout.

“Carry me,”Conan requested, making grabby hands to Jason.

“I’m not carrying you while I’m holding weapons,”Jason informed him, and watched Conan dramatically sigh against the couch. “But I can carry you to the counter after I hide these and you can help me make lunch.”

“Fiiineee,”Conan groaned. His voice was muffled against the side of the couch. On his other side was the frog stuffed animal that was bigger than Conan himself, which had become a permanent resident on the couch. Jason would not admit that sometimes he mistakes it for a person at night.

Conan mumbled something unintelligible that Jason couldn’t make out. “What was that?” He asked, and Conan dramatically flopped the other direction.

“I said are you gonna go out as Red Hood tonight?”Conan asked. Jason frowned.”Come onnn, I’m practically all better. And I won’t walk on my foot the rest of the night anyways.”

“Because you’ll be sleeping,” Jason reminded, knowing that Conan would not.

“Right,”Conan nodded innocently. Jason gave him a look. “But anyways, your goons have been finding body parts near the sewers. It’s kind of a problem.”

“They’re not my goons,”Jason sighed, sitting down in his armchair. He fiddled with the tasers and knives in his hands. “Alright fine, I’ll check it out, but only for a few hours. And you call me if anything happens.”

“I will let you know,”Conan rolled his eyes. There was no way he’d be calling Jason, Tim thought. He'd be perfectly fine working on his computer from the bed.

“Good,”Jason eyed him. Right before Red Hood went out, Conan found himself with a panic button, two knives and a taser hidden in his room, and a glass of water next to his bed. Despite the paranoia, it made Tim feel safe and warm inside. Knowing someone cared about his safety was weird, he thought to himself. But he was getting used to it.

Patrol for Red Hood was less punching bad guys and more talking to people. The other people in his gang- not his goons, Conan- were usually on top of things when Jason left for a few days. He paid them well, and they enforced his rules for him. It wasn’t perfect, but it was his own tight knit community that had Crime Alleys best interests at heart.

Police in the Alley were all corrupt, but the people out on the streets knew now that if they had a problem all they had to do was find someone in Red Hoods gang. They were a part of the community, and everyone knew the people in the Alley stuck together.

Jason was proud to note that the people in his territory came to rely on him and his gang, and he wasn’t gonna let them down. Which is why he was talking with his right hand man Marcus about body parts in the sewers.

“You thinkin’ Killer Croc?” Marcus asked, scratching his eyebrow. In front of them was a table with a severed leg and arm, clearly from different people given the different skin tones.

“I don’t think so. Waylon wouldn’t have left so much meat, and there aren’t any teeth marks,”Jason explained. “Someone probably threw em in the sewer to get rid of the evidence or frame Croc.”

“Ah,”Marcus frowned. “So, gangs or serial killers then? Or another crazy guy in a costume?”

“I’ll look into it,”Jason grumbled. “Can you run the prints on the hand? Try to find who it belongs to.”

“Whatcha want me to do with the other ones?” Marcus asked, and Jason paused.

“I’ll set up a meet with the commissioner to explain the situation. He can deal with them,”Jason called on his way out.

Gordon was still the least corrupt cop Jason knew, even after all these years. He’d be able to keep the body parts under wraps until Jason was able to find the guy who did it. He hoped it wasn’t another rogue in the making at least.

On his way home, Jason was thinking over the case when he was slammed into a wall. Jason growled, recognizing the black suit in front of him and reached for his gun. “Where is he?” Batman growled out, unrelenting on his grip against Jason.

Red Hood barked out a laugh, which sounded harsher due to the mechanical voice. “You know, I hadn’t seen your Robin out in a while. You really did lose another one, didn’t ya?”

In a moment of rage, Bruce geared up to slam Hood into the wall again but Jason pivoted, firing a bullet into Bruce’s armored shoulder hard enough to make him take a few steps back. “How long was he missing before you noticed, huh?”Jason goaded. He recalled his own research into the bird, and how no one had likely seen the kid for at least two weeks. “For all you know he could’ve ended up like your last one,”Jason sneered.

“Please,”Another voice chimed in from the other side, and Jason wasn’t surprised to turn and see Nightwing standing on the roof. “He’s my brother, we just want him back.”

Jason scoffed. “Brother? When was the last time you saw him then?”

Nightwing flinched back, and Jason would relish in their misery if he wasn’t thinking about Robin. Timothy Drake was missing then. Yet another Robin, possibly dead, and Jason didn’t know what to think about that. He was supposed to be the last. No more dead robins, he thought bitterly.

“His last sighting was almost two weeks ago,”Batman gritted out,”Your patrols have been more sporadic since then, and the last two days you were absent. Why.”

“None of your business,”Jason rolled his eyes. “I didn’t take your Robin and I don’t know who took him. So stay out of Crime Alley and stay out of my way.”

He turned to go but found Nightwing cutting him off. “Please, he’s just a kid,”Dick said. So was I, Jason thought bitterly. “He- I can’t lose another brother. Could you keep an eye out for him?”

“Shoulda kept a better eye on him then,”Jason reprimanded. “He was your responsibility the moment you put him in that goddamn suit, and you didn’t even realize he was gone until two weeks later. You ain’t family, you just wanted a replacement.”

No one stopped him this time as he stomped to the ledge. He found that he was angry not at Timothy, but on his behalf. Bruce really didn’t learn, did he? If anything, he treated this new kid worse than he did Jason. Dangling everything he wanted in a family right in front of him, just out of reach, and then send him back home to that empty house. No, Jason wanted to find the kid and he didn’t need any help from Batman.

“Jason,”Bruce called out, and Red Hood froze. Beside him, Dick made a strangled noise, and Jason sighed.

“Leave me alone, old man,”Jason responded, not confirming but not denying. He found that he didn’t sound angry, just tired. “Or next time I shoot you it won’t be the shoulder.”

“Little wi-”Dick started, but Jason cut him off.

“Don’t, Dickface,”Red Hood bit out. He didn’t want to be here. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Finally, Jason grappled off the roof without interference. He had to calm down from that brief conversation or he’d end up punching things. Bruce and Dick probably deserved that, but Jason still felt angry at those two. More so especially since realizing Timothy was in fact missing. Another Robin gone.

Making his way to the apartment, he thought about Conan. He’d never let the kid out like that, not if he could help it. But Timothy thought he’d had supportwhen he didn’t, and that wasn’t on the kid. That was on Bruce. And Dick, but mostly Bruce.

He couldn’t help but think of Timothy as he made his way into the apartment window. If Jason was honest, now that the rage had left him over the weeks, he couldn’t believe he’d ever had plans to hurt the kid. Red Hood was most known for his rules against hurting kids, and Jason couldn’t believe he ever thought Timothy counted as an exception. He went to check on Conan, smiling fondly when he saw him asleep on his bed in front of an open laptop.

Quietly, Jason crept into the room, tucked Conan into bed properly and set the laptop aside. He spent a moment trying not to make noise when he saw Conan drooling adorably on his star pillow. He couldn’t help but wonder if Timothy was like this when he was little.

When Jason found the missing Robin he’d make sure the kid never put on a costume again. And if Bruce tried, Jason would put a stop to it. He’d make sure there were no more dead robins.

Chapter 12

#Marked for Death #no beta we die like Jason #and tim #Tim drake #jason todd #jason todd is a dad now

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