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nonaonann · 1 year

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The Bats & Birds and Their Favorite Ice-creams + Reasonings:

Alfred: Moose Tracks (People who say his favorite would be plain vanilla/vanilla bean are my mortal enemies. Idc if they're comic writers or whatever, Alfred is so not that guy. Moose tracks, for those who don't know, has a vanilla ice-cream base, with fudge swirls, and chocolate covered peanut butter cups. It's something fun for him, but not too "wild" if you know what I mean.)

Bruce: Rocky Road (Idk man...vibes? I hate the almonds in it but I feel like he likes almonds, like a lot? <- Random hc that is. Plus, whenever any of the others try to say, "Rocky Road? The nuts are gross, why??" Bruce can just add on, "And there's marshmallows.")

Kate: Strawberry Cheescake (This one is just a lot of association at play. Red is her accent? color and also just, her color, and pink is adjacent to red, and Kate seems like such a cheesecake elitist, sorry Kate Kane fans, I'm not retracting my truth, still love the woman, but yeah. Cheesecake is good an all, but it's definitely not my favorite thing in the world, sorry cheescake fans.)

Babs: Pistachio (....VIBES. Yeah, that's my reasoning for the most part. Also, it matches her eyes :^) Also, also, it's so fun to imagine her and Dick having these intense arguments and "wars" over "the better green ice-cream". Spoiler: Babs wins every time and she's the one who starts the conflict because for one, she finds it entertaining, two, she despises mint chocolate chip ice-cream, three, she likes drama lol.)

Dick: Mint Chocolate Chip (Specifically the green colored one. It's one of my top 5, plus, it fits his vibe in a way, it's wacky and bright. Also, it seems to be a somewhat widespread hc for him? I've come across a few fics where it is his favorite ice-cream flavor so glad I'm not alone in this. Also, I imagine he mixes together Mint Chocolate Chip, and everyone elses' favorite ice-creams in a bowl when he feels like it. It of course causes disgust, confusion, and chaos. The only ones of the others' ice-creams that are excluded are Pistachio, Vanilla Bean, and Rainbow Sherbert.)

Jason: Gelato (He strikes me as a Gelato over ice-cream guy. He likes to pick fights over it, a fellow seeker of the drama, like Babs lol. If he were to eat ice-cream ice-cream, probably Pistachio like Babs to egg on Dick for it, or Butter Pecan. I love the hc of him having like, Dad/Old man taste and this is my Dad's favorite ice-cream. Also, if anyone tries to egg on him for it, like, "You are such an old man." "Pecans? Those are gross---" he just adds on, "And carmel." I also like him being similar to Bruce in the overarching narrative way, but also in the little ways way.

Carrie: Rainbow Sherbert (IDK MAN IT’S JUST THE VIBE MATCHING IM PICKING UP. It's colorful, a little loud, a little chaotic, a little bit of a niche one, not a lot of people like it, me included, anecdotal evidence and all that jazz.)

Cass: Birthday Cake | Rocky Road | Cotton Candy (I love the hc? that Cass likes a lot of the things Bruce and or Steph like. <- Babs too, but I have a feeling Cass doesn't like Pistachio nuts for some reason? However, she also seems like a Birthday Cake ice-cream sort of gal. It's fun, it's colorful, it's an interesting contrast to her typical colors and Bat persona, and perhaps a little bit more reflective of her actual personality. When she has the time and a craving, she mixes all three ice-creams together, something she picked up from Dick, and it generally grosses out/confuses/and "angers" people. "Angers" meaning people jokingly get mad over it, like how you pick sides for mundane things and playfully, but veering toward seriously, defend it.)

Steph: Cotton Candy (Another of my personal top 5. Specifically the Thrifty brand. Peak childhood memories are of me mixing this ice cream together---its a sort of marbled thing with hot pink and a vibrant blue---to make it purple. We all know Steph's appreciation of the color and I also can just see her liking cotton candy flavored things.)

Tim: Black Cherry (Another of my top 5. Again...it's mostly for the vibes. Also, there's this really good---and I mean really good, a.k.a. it made me sob sob---fic called "cherry trees in your ribs (cherry trees in mine)" by klixxy on Ao3 that's about Tim & Dick talking about the time where Bruce "died" aka was lost in the time stream or whatever it was. It's a Tim-centric fic and the imagery is so beautiful and vivid, the line delivery makes my bones ache, and it, in my opinion, so perfectly encapsulates the relationship of being so incredibly close to a family memeber, only for something to happen that alters everything and causes that closeness, that relationship you loved and cared for, to never be quite the same. I have so much more to say about it, but this post is supposed to be about ice-cream, so if you have the time, read it and form your own opinion.)

Duke: Vanilla Bean (Are you getting tired of the "idk man...vibes match" answer? Well too bad, cuz that's also my reasoning here. Also, I love the idea of anyone bashing Duke for liking Vanilla Bean ice-cream all like, "Vanilla bean?" "That's so boringgg---" only for Duke to just, absolutely demolish them for their ice-cream flavor, no matter what it is. I'm talking, he's giving insults to these people that years down the line they still remember.)

Damian: Neapolitan (Uh...vibes. SORRY. But uh, it probably annoys him to a significant degree when the layering of all the flavors aren't evenly divided. His favorite sections, from most to least, are Strawberry, Chocolate, Vanilla. Damian's also probably a Vanilla Bean > Vanilla kind of person, so he has words about the vanilla ice-cream typically included in Neapolitan. Upon further consideration, maybe he'd like Matcha flavored ice-cream as well.)

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charlieeenby · 2 months

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Hello!

my name is charlie, i use they/them.

i have an account on ao3, but i wanted to have my work posted on another place, so i started this.

i'm going to post everything i have over there here, and then i'll start posting new works on both.

this is a hate free blog. be kind or i will block you.

all of my works will be tagged with the trigger warnings and have them listed at the top.

your media consumption is not my responsibility.

if a title is from a song, i will have it at the top, and a you tube link to the song.

all of my work will be tagged with #my work

masterlist

you're already dead, you're already dead (if he wakes up, he'll show you what i'm talking about)

a study on the events of jason todd's life and death

meeting robin

the justice league is happy that batman is socializing, but they're worried that he doesn't seem to notice when robin is switched out every few years

let me show you how to kill a man

the bat won't kill, it's a line he won't cross. his birds, however, are a different story

my partner, my soldier, my fault

jason only ever wanted one thing from bruce after he came back. bruce said he'd never give it to him.

in which bruce does the one thing jason asked for.

gotham city's children

gotham city is a cryptid and the batfam are Their children.

did you ever see a robin weep when the leaves begin to die

dick grayson's experiences at gala's throughout the years

wasn't a fighter 'till somebody told me i had better lean into the punch

he's not coming. he's not coming. he's not coming, he's not coming, he's not coming. he's not coming! (he is, he will, he just won't make it in time to save you)

jason's death and revival

whumptober '23

ao3 link

but it's nothing to cry about, cause we'll hold each other soon

the deaths of damian wayne's family, chronologically (part 2 is below)

then i will follow you into the dark

damian wayne has lost everyone. two of his brothers show up. they both died a long time ago

just close your eyes, you'll be alright

bruce and jason deal with jason's fear of rape (abo)

paid my sins in blood, but i ain't done

dick grayson throughout the years to become a talon and after his rescue, dick retired talon, but when his family is threatened, he'll do what ever is necessary to bring them home.

coming soon

when everything's made to be broken (maybe)

#masterlist #intro post #my work

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storiesgamesandmore · 1 year

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The Monster Within

Jason

I made my way down to the bat cave; Bruce, Alfred, and the rest were already there. Bruce called for an emergency meeting, something about new criminals in Gotham. "We got word that there are some new faces in the villain underground. No names to match, but I'm sure if we "ask" around, people will start talking," I heard Tim say as he pulled up a few images. I looked up dumbfounded. In one of the images, two figures were walking beside Poison Ivy and Penguin. Both were black women and around the same height. The voluptuous curly-haired one wore a white button-down, long-sleeve shirt underneath a black velvet corset and black leather pants with combat boots; the smaller one with straight hair wore a skin-tight black dress with heels. Both wore black floor-length coats. "They haven't been doing much so far. I heard that they're opening up a club," Babs said. Dick replied, That would explain why the Penguin is there, trying to collect money, I suppose?"

At some point, I tuned everyone out. The more I looked at the screen, the more my body started to ache, started to remember. A hand grip my shoulder, "Jason, you ok ?" I turned to find Bruce looking at me, worried. "Yeah, I'm good," I shrug his hand off, "their clubs gonna open in a few months, in Sandy Hooks near the stadium. I heard there are a lot of meet up's happening. Should we crash the party?" I walked out before anyone had a chance to answer. Even with backup or not, I'd decided that I had to go to see if she was here. I needed to know for myself.

Zamir

"We shouldn't have come to Gotham," I said, "Let alone go into business with Penguin." My sister, Zara, turned to face me and said, "I thought that this is what you wanted; you know the old saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" I rolled my eyes," yes, but I could have meant that differently, like snooping around in his club." After a couple of hours of back and forth, the fat man finally arrived with five goons, all carrying firearms but one holding a briefcase. The man set the case on the table and opened it, revealing filed documents. I placed my case on the table, opened it revealing cash, and turned it towards Penguin.

Penguin pulled the documents out along with a pen and signed the bottom. He passed the pen along to my sister, and she signed. Before I took the pen, I stated, "Just so we're clear, by signing these documents, you're giving us partial ownership of these nonexisting clubs to run them however we please. Nothing will be traced back to you and your crew. Everything will be in our name. Once the five years are up, you can keep the clubs or give them to us. Understood?" With a wide grin and chuckle, Penguin nodded yes. I signed at the bottom; it may sound like we are giving him a deal or he's scamming us, but it's quite the opposite. We do this because men like him are always sloppy, so sloppy that they always leave something of value behind or out in the open, whether it be money or dirty little secrets. He took the money and left, and my sister took the file and left for home; I stayed at the construction sight for a while, roaming around, trying to get an image of what the club would look like. I sat on a wood pile, pulled out a cigar, and set it in my mouth. I was trying to find a match when I heard, "I thought you hated smoking."

That voice. How long has it been since I heard that voice? How long has it been since I've seen that face? I turned to find those same blue eyes with a hint of green, the same scar on his face. Jason Todd, the Arkham Knight turned Red Hood, from threatening Gotham to vigilante defender. There he is, beautifully broken, Jason Todd. He made his way towards me, trapping me between him and the wood. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, I lean into him, kissing him, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He lifted me and held me. Our tounges fought for dominance, tasting one another as if we had forgotten how the other tasted. He pulled my coat off as I did his. My hands moved from his neck to his face to his hair, grabbing it. One of his hands never left my ass, but the other made his way to the back of my corset, uniting it or at least attempting to. We parted for air, and he whispered in my ear, "I hate this fucking corset." He bit down on my neck, and I whimpered.

We moved to the wall sometime later; my hands were above my head, my corset finally off, and our lips intertwined once more. No more of the wild, demanding kisses and groping; these kisses were passionate and gentle yet tender. We broke apart; I removed my legs from Jason's waist, but he didn't let go of my hands nor back away from me. We just stood there, devouring each other with our eyes. Reminiscing on the past and what could have been. Jason was the first to speak, "I see you're still doing business with your sister." I rolled my eyes, of course, starting off with my sister. "Yes, I see you haven't killed Batman," I rebuttal. He snorted and released my hands, stepping back.

"Why are you here, and what the hell are you doing with Poison Ivy and Cobblepot?" he asked with disgust. I smirked, "We got word of Penguin's men trying to take over some clubs in the city, a friend of ours had gone missing, and their club was set on fire. All evidence point to him, so we came to investigate, do business, and wreak a little havoc. What you just saw was Penguin signing his life away to us, and don't worry, I won't kill him. Yet." "So you plan on cleaning his bank accounts, exposing him, and throwing him to the cops? So just a regular Wednesday night for you, huh? He asked. I grabbed my coat from the ground, pulled out a flash drive, and handed it to him. "This is all the evidence that we have gathered so far." He took it and put it in his pocket. "Why are you still doing business with your sister?"

"She's my family."

"Cut the bullshit-"

"I trust her."

"You and I both know that is a lie."

"She's all that I've got."

"You also had me."

"Did I? As far as I remember, you were too busy being The Arkham Knight, gathering reinforcements, and making deals with numerous criminals to take revenge on Batman."

"That's rich coming from you. Your sister tried to kill you, sell you, and burn your empire to the ground."

"She has her faults, but she wasn't in her right mind. She thought I betrayed her."

"By having a boyfriend? Jesus Christ, still sticking up for her as usual."

Jason walked over to me, pulled out a tracker, and handed it to me. He took my hand and led me to his motorcycle. He gave me a helmet to put on and drove me to his house.

We arrived at what seemed to be an abandoned building, but I knew better. The inside did not match the exterior; a very simple, modern loft. The interior was black and grey with hints of earth undertones. When entering, you were met with the living room; One wall consists of bookshelves that reach the ceiling. Another wall had a large television with shelves all around it, composed of DVDs of tv shows, movies, games, and consoles. Behind that was the kitchen, which was just as wide as the living room. There was a set of double doors on each side of the room. I assumed one was his bedroom, and the other was the bathroom, but I was mistaken when he threw a spare key, which I caught. He sat down on the couch.

"I want you to say here for tonight."

"Jason-"

"I have a guest bedroom on the other side, with its own bathroom."

"I don't think-"

"We need to talk - "

"I know -"

"Not just about your deal with Penguin."

"Can we not do this right now?"

I sat a few inches away from him, throwing my coat and corset between us; he joined in by placing his helmet and jacket down. Deciding that we were both too tired to fight, we took off our shoes and many weapons on our person. Jason directed me to the guest room, but I went to his room.

His room matches the interior of the living room and kitchen. The room was set up with a platform, which held a bed, closet, and another set of doors. The bathroom and sitting area were kept at the same level as the house. Jason came in after me with a towel and cloth in hand and sat them beside me. "I'm heading in the shower first," he stated as he walked off.

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dickie-gayson · 7 years

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Hello! Request: one of the Batboys faking sick to get out of something (my first thought was a gala/party but anything you can come up with is fine). Bonus points if it spirals out of control a bit and everyone is worried so they're benched from patrol / forced to rest for several days.

Thank you for the request! Sorry for the wait, here it is! Idk which batboy you were hoping for but I chose Luke Fox bcus he never gets any love lmfao tho the others do pop up, specifically Jason and Tim.

Luke Fox hated galas. He hated damn near everything about them, from the boring music to the too-expensive food and the elitists and sycophants crawling all over the place. Bruce Wayne's galas? The Worst. There was never more an ostentatious and wasteful display of wealth than when Bruce decided to play up the 'Brucie Wayne' role. Luke knew Bruce hated galas just as much as he did and would much rather spend both his time and money on more useful endeavors, but he needed to keep the charade up. That was why Bruce was throwing some sort of event tonight. Luke was determined to get out of it.

Could any really blame him? He's had more than his fair share of galas growing up as the son of Lucius Fox, friend of Bruce Wayne himself. One would think the annoying patrons would overlook Luke in favor of Bruce, any of his wards, or Lucius, but one would be wrong. See, Luke was a world-famous boxer and mma fighter, not to mention an early graduate of MIT with double degrees. Anyone with working eyes and even half a brain cell could see the potential in the man. So, they all but attacked him with fervor only found in those looking to climb the social ladder and elevate their status. He hated that.

It was a real test of self-control not to knock them all out. Luke doubted Lucius or Bruce would appreciate that. Or Gordon, come to think of it. After all, Luke technically was considered a living weapon due to his extensive, and public, physical training. Hell, Alfred might even be disappointed, and that was something he couldn't stand to do to the aging butler. So, instead of resorting to suplexing someone through a table as he would like to, he figured he'd just not go. Only problem was, his father was expecting him to be there. His father and the various members of the bat-clan who were also forced into going to the hellish event. So, Luke would have to get crafty.

Coming up with a plan was simple enough. He'd just fake sick. Executing that plan was trickier, given the fact that he was surrounded by fucking super-geniuses and detectives. Luke was betting none of the other bats and birds were going to let him off the hook so easily. If one suffered, they were all suffering. He could think of it as a sort of training exercise. If he could fool them, then he was doing great. If he failed? Well, he'd be in for some shit. But hey, the reward outweighed the risk in this case.

Tampering with the thermometer was childs play. When it was to be used, it'd display a temperature between 100.3 to 101.4; sick but not hospital-worthy. The fluctuation in temperatures helped keep the act realistic. He made up a list of symptoms to keep him down and out without being too worrying. Once they all left, he was homefree. It was just a matter of making it all believable. His only real godsend was that he didn't spend too much time around the others for them to know how he acted when ill.

As the time ticked closer to the gala, he knew it was time to get the show on the road. Luke laid on his couch, just in case someone decided to spring through his window because no one knew how to use the damn door. He was forced to get up, however, when there was a knock on his door. With a drawn out groan, the hero shuffled his way to the door, already getting into the role.

When he swung the door open, he was met with the site of his father, dressed to the nines, and staring at him critically. That was definitely unnerving. The Bats weren't the only geniuses. Lucius was quick as a whip and observant as all hell. Not to mention, he raised Luke. Tricking him was a feat. A feat he's completed before, but a feat nonetheless.

"And why aren't you ready for the gala? Don't tell me, you're sick."

The arch of his brow and deadpan stare Luke was getting let him know just how little he was fooling his father. Well, he better amp up his game then. He's fought harder fights than this. Luke made sure to make it seem as if he were shivering despite the warm temperature. He swallowed thickly then winced as if in pain. When he spoke, he tried to make it scratchy and quiet to really sell the whole 'sore throat' bit. Damn, maybe he should have went to Juliard, he was a natural.

"Yeah, sorry dad. I woulda called but I was sleeping. This is one hell of a bug, I don't wanna get you sick."

Lucius just made a low 'mhm' sound as he looked Luke over head-to-toe. The hero kept his posture somewhat hunched. Before his father could interrogate him, Tim appeared next to the older man, dressed to impress. He too looked over the clearly underdressed vigilante with intense scrutiny. There was a sharp look in his blue eyes that said he was not letting Luke get away if he was lying. That made Luke gulp, but for an entirely different reason than faking a sore throat.

"Sick?"

Luke gave an affirmative noise, not wanting to talk more than necessary. Sometimes less was better and all that jazz. That dissecting look only intensified as Tim took in his posture, rumpled pajamas, and 'shivering'. The senior hero gave him an almost cocky tilt of the head as he spoke.

"We should take your temperature, just to be sure it's not too severe."

'Check and mate.' Luke moved slightly to let them into his apartment. Tim made a beeline for his medicine cabinet. The fact that he didn't need to tell Tim where his medical equipment was kept was only moderately unsettling. Luke shifted and then shuddered. To say he was nervous was an understatement. Fooling both Lucius and Tim would be worthy of a damn trophy in his opinion. Only a moment later, Tim was back, thermometer in hand.

It was the moment of truth as he stuck the thermometer in Luke's mouth. What Luke didn't count on was Tim checking his pulse as he waited for the readout on his temperature. Well, shit, that wasn't part of his plan. Tim only made an ambiguous hum before taking the thermometer and reading it.

"101.2, slightly elevated heart rate, a mild cold sweat. Alright, I guess you can sit this out."

Tim gave him another critical stare. Huh, for once his nervousness actually helped him out. No one pointed out that Tim was technically the youngest in the room and Luke didn't need to take orders from him. Luke could pay respect where respect was due, and Tim definitely earned it. Not to mention, he clocked more hero-time than Luke, giving him seniority in that field. Instead, he just gave a grunt.

"Great, thanks. Can I go back to sleep now?"

Both Lucius and Tim looked him over, as if searching for any hint that he was lying. Really, Luke couldn't blame them. One of them was always looking to get out of these events. It was like a competition to see who could bust the most and drag them to suffer with the rest. The two shared a silent look before saying their goodbyes. He gave them weak goodbyes as he made his way to his bedroom. It'd be at least half an hour before he was in the clear. No doubt someone was perched outside, watching like a creep, waiting for him to slip up by going about normally.

So, he laid down and mentally reviewed the new upgrades to his Batwing suit. In his personal opinion, the Batwing suit was sick as hell. Tights were not his thing, thank you. When he was relatively confident everyone else was gone, he got up, ready to have some actual fun.

To say the night sucked would an understatement and a half. Dick had to separate Damian from the guests three times to keep him from making any of them cry. Jason was hiding in the study after he stole a full tray of hors d'oeuvres and two bottles of champagne for himself. He already made one person leave after 'accidentally' spilling a glass on their suit. Okay, maybe it was two glasses. Or three. Really, who keeps count of that sort of thing? The asshole deserved it, the way he ogled Cass. She was busy charming the socialites with her graceful way on the dancefloor, so Jason decided to defend her honor without actually shooting anyone.

Tim arrived at least thirty minutes late with a look on his face that said 'I would rather be in a ditch somewhere than here'. Maybe the guests were just idiots, because they definitely loved to flock him. Almost as much as they flocked to Dick, poor guy. If there was an award for most ass-grabs avoided, he'd win it, hands down. How he managed to laugh and act like he actually liked being there, none of them could fathom. They chalked it up to his natural showmanship, because he sure bitched about the event as much as the rest of them.

Steph and Harper got passes on the event as they weren't in the public spotlight like the others. Kate just straight up refused to come and no one wanted to try and force her otherwise. They liked their jaws intact. Jason was lucky and could get away with being seen as only a family friend. Sadly, there were too many pictures of him with the others not to be known to some degree. Duke seemed damn near overwhelmed in the crowded ballroom. This was certainly not something he was used to. Dick and Jason both remembered being in that position. None of the three were from any degree of wealth, so it was definitely a culture shock to some degree. Luke was nowhere to be found. According to Tim, he was out sick. The others called bullshit.

It was around the fourth hour when everything got even worse. Apparently Scarecrow and Poison Ivy decided to team up and combine their scientific minds to create a toxin to poison the citizens of Gotham with. Bruce figured one of the rogues would try and cause a problem that night. Why wouldn't they? Oracle was on standby, ready to call in the big guns in case things got too out of control. Thankfully, Batwoman, Spoiler, and Bluebird were on call and managed to control the situation before things got too crazy. Seeing as Jason had already snuck away, Red Hood managed to make an appearance in an attempt to help.

What made it particularly troublesome was the toxin. It presented itself as a fast-acting sickness akin to the flu. Only, it was highly communicable through the air as well as bodily fluids and if one attempted to take medication, it would react negatively, sending the victim into anaphylactic shock. It could cause serious damage or even death if handled improperly. Even worse, it caused vivid delusions and high energy in its most infectious stage, urging the host to run about and spread it further. This was going to be a long, long night. What none were expecting was the worried look Tim cast Bruce.

"Bruce, Luke was sick earlier. It's possible he was infected. Initial symptoms align with how the toxin presents itself in the early stages. Shakes, cold sweat, elevated pulse, lethargy, sore throat."

Well, that didn't sound good. As Bruce worked on an antidote to distribute, he sent Tim and Jason to swing by Luke's to see how he was now. It was still unknown if the host would turn volatile if confronted and it would be better to have back up against one of their own. Especially one of their own who was very well-known to punch really, really hard. The others were tasked with trying to quarantine the sick citizens and prevent further outbreak.

Tim made sure to wear a rebreather to prevent accidental infection. Jason had his helmet that naturally filtered the air he breathed. What they definitely didn't expect to see was Luke dancing around to Ariana Grande in nothing but his boxers, socks, and a button up shirt with a pair of sunglasses on. The two heroes paused in surprise as Luke continued to really get into the music. Jason made a mental note to add 'good dancer' to his hero biography. Who knows? It could come in handy. 'Good singer' could safely be left out, however. Without wasting any more time, they crept into the apartment to confront the man.

Luke damn near had a heart attack when he turned around, mid-note, and noticed Jason and Tim in his apartment, staring at him. He made a mental note to ask Oracle to look over his security because what the fuck. He immediately resumed his sickly stature, even though it was way past obvious he was fine. What can he say? He's committed. It was the rebreather Tim was using that made him hesitate. Rebreathers usually meant bad stuff.

"Uh...I can explain?"

Instead of answering, Tim took out a small needle from his harness. They wanted to take a blood sample. Alright, something was definitely up. Jason edged toward him with caution. Both of their postures suggested they were waiting for an attack.

"Seriously, what's going on? Why do you have those masks?"

He was growing more and more nervous with each second. Jason finally spoke up.

"Ivy and Crane poisoned the city. You might have been infected."

Oh. That certainly explained things. Of all nights for Luke to fake sick, those two maniacs decide to attack like this. Great. He was going to get poked and prodded for hours now. Can't a guy enjoy music and dancing in his underwear anymore? Ariana Grande was his shit, and now he had to go to that dank, depressing cave because some people just can't let others live.

"Guys, listen, I'm fine. This? It was all a lie. I just didn't feel like going to the gala. If I was sick, I definitely wouldn't be dancing around."

He straightened his posture and took off the sunglasses. There was no trace of his 'illness' anymore. Neither Tim or Jason looked convinced. Instead, Tim shook his head slowly, clearly worried.

"Delusions and manic energy. We gotta get him to the cave, fast."

They both moved, ready to knock him out if necessary. Rather than having to deal with that massive headache, he just sighed in defeat. There was no way he'd be able to take Jason and Tim in a fight. Hell, he was in his underwear. Jason pulled a surgical looking mask from one of his many pockets and shoved it toward him. Luke just groaned in slight aggravation as he put it on.

"I'm telling you, I'm not sick."

Instead of responding, Tim radioed to someone, probably Bruce, that they were bringing him in. Jason stood at the ready. What, did they think he was going to go ballistic and try to murder them? He wasn't suicidal, thanks. At least they let him put on pants before they dragged him to his impending doom. Either they'd find out he lied to get out of the gala or they were convinced he was sick and dying. No matter which way Luke looked, he was royally screwed. The worst part was being forced to sit in the quarantine cell for fourteen hours while they ran test after test and worked on a cure for the city. It was somewhere around the eleventh hour that Luke developed a cough. He just groaned and let his head fall back against the wall. Well, this was great. Next time, he was just going to go to the damn gala and let someone else lie.

#Anon #request #my writing #Luke Fox #ty I hope u enjoy it!!#LukeFoxNeedsMoreLove2k17

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jaykore · 7 years

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I always wonder whenever I come across someone who ships Jason/Tim, so I just thought I'd actually ask for once: how do you think Bruce would react when he discovered they were in a relationship? I mean, they're not technically related but he does consider them his sons and has adopted them both. Plus, there was the whole time when Jason seemed to hate Tim and even tried to kill him. There's also the possibility of it affecting their vigilantism.

OOF.A fair but loaded question- and you’ve come to the absolute, most inarticulate person on this hellsite. Buckle up friend, we’re going on this journey of discovery together.

Long post under the cut!

I’d like to believe that Bruce would be tolerant and hopefully even supportive. Though to be honest, this is a hard question to really answer easily and adequately, and I’m not just saying that as a cop out.

Which version of Bruce are you asking about? And which versions of Jason and Tim?

For me personally, my headcanons and interpretations of all the characters are a melding of all of the different timelines. Asking questions like, “would Bruce approve” or saying “he has adopted them both” forces them into a singular, static iteration of the character. And I think to form any kind of opinion, we have to either reconcile the different versions or treat them as separate entities altogether (which DC itself is terrible at!)

Let’s touch on the adoptions first since those thoughts are easiest for me to work through.

Were Jason and Tim both adopted by Bruce Wayne? Yes, in the Pre52 verses. Does this legally make them brothers? Perhaps. But we also need to consider (and this is fact), that Jason’s existence in Tim’s life was by reputation only, that they were entirely unacquainted with each other until Jason returned to life. Jason was an idea, and a warning to Tim. I don’t think they perceive one another as a ‘brother’ at all, except that according to documentation they are/were Bruce’s sons. Certainly I would say that Tim and Jay each consider Bruce to be a father, but I truly think its a stretch to say that they consider themselves to be familial. Dick is a closer to a brother to either of them then they are each other, particularly Tim.

In New52 they have a much closer relationship (more brotherly I would say), but they are not brothers -at all-. Jason refers to Tim as “bro” once (in RHatO), though the quotations imply (imo) that this is a sarcastic comment. Tim also notes that Bruce really isn’t Jason’s father due to his death- though there are continuity issues on this point. While Tim states Bruce isn’t Jays father “anymore” Jason notes that Dick and Jason were wards only; implying he was never actually adopted. The one thing that is static in the New52 is Tim himself was never adopted by Bruce Wayne. Hence, at least by this timeline, Jay and Tim and Dick are not brothers regardless of the some of the sloppy writing.

Would Bruce take issue with two people who are not blood relatives, who have never lived under the same roof, who have not shared a last name, who don’t consider themselves ‘family’, and in the case of new52, aren’t even adopted relatives, being together? Maybe not. But I think it would have to do more with how they treat each other and less with him considering them to be his sons. Which brings me to my next point.

To state explicitly that “Bruce would 100% not approve” I would assume would be in a timeline where Jason, Tim and Bruce were on the outs. Where Jason was still ostracized from the Batfamily. Where Tim was brutalized by Jason. Essentially the pre52!Jay who held a vendetta against everyone and launched premeditated attacks against Tim. Would Bruce be okay with a relationship in this timeline? Honestly, likely not. Bruce goes out of his way to warn Tim about Jason much in the same way as he warned Jason about the Joker, implying that he considers Jason to be insane, and a criminal. Although how many times does B give his foes a second chance hm? And I think that’s one of the more interesting things about the Batfam- there’s always room (it seems) for redemption. But I digress.

Tim and Jason’s adoption aside I think a relationship between the two of them, and how the fam would take would be largely affected by Tim and Jason themselves. Personally I love to see Jason working to earn Tim’s trust. I like the friction between the two of them. I like the idea that Jason could ‘heal’ (if that’s what we should call it) from his death, from the pit, from feeling like he’d been abandoned. I like the idea that Tim (who I think is potentially the most Machiavellian of the fam) could help Jay work through that. And…. aside from the anger, the jealousy and the very black and white morality, even in this timeline (Pre52) Jason still comes to respect Tim and his abilities to some degree (going so far as to ask him to join him in taking down the gangs). So we get glimpses of this potential for them to be -more- than antagonists.

Whether or not Tim would/should forgive Jason is a completely different monster... though Tim has often seemed to want to try and see the good in Jay, and get him to change (see “Pre Battle for the Cowl” in particular). Similarly, New52 tries to imply a past friction between the two that has since been on the mend and its insinuated that Tim is perhaps in part responsible (regardless of how Bruce feels). We’re never told to what extent Jason acted negatively towards Tim however- that is completely left up to interpretation (or an assumption that its referring to pre52).

(can we stop and appreciate the sass of this stare for a moment? Tim plz.)

I wouldn’t say that this version of Jason is a complete departure from his former self. Rather it does seem like an effort to try and reconcile his more villainous nature, with an anti-hero who’s ‘doing his best’™. Jason still kills pretty indiscriminately, aside from the instances where Tim calls for his help and while his morals are still very black and white, and don’t fit Bruce’s ideal, he is more tempered and functions on a more even keel. (I feel like Im getting derailed but stick with me).

Fast forward to Rebirth, and Jason is now arguably back in the fold. He’s proven to Bruce that he’s capable of operating as a vigilante without the use of terminal force and we’ve been gifted (hallelujah) with some pretty amazing ‘bonding’ scenes between Bruce and Jason. While Jay and Tim have yet to have any tangible interaction (New52 was definitely the run for jaytim fodder), Jason and Tim both consider each other on different occasions if only to note their aptitude or usefulness.

Either way you slice this, if this a ‘redemption’ for pre52 Jason, or an entire retcon of his character, its obvious that the mania he suffered upon returning from the dead is no longer there and that he is capable of, and would be accepted as being, a member of the “Batfam”. Now... Would this version of Bruce be accepting of this version of Jason and Tim having a relationship? They’re not adopted brothers anymore, there is no apparent lingering animosity (we don’t even know if Jay explicitly attacked Tim), and, there appears to be some modicum of mutual respect… so why wouldn’t he be for it?

As I said early on (and kudos if you’ve made if this far). Which versions are we dealing with? Truthfully I don’t buy into the ‘adopted brothers’ argument because I don’t read them as being familial in any sense. Their relationship therefore hinges on Jasons attitude, his interactions with Bruce, and his treatment of Tim.

If we’re dealing with static timelines… I dont think pre52 JayTim would be OK in B’s eyes. Aside from Jason’s nature being in such opposition to how Bruce operates, he does attack Tim (and Dick), with malice and with purpose. Regardless of how you want to rationalize it (personally I do like the ‘pit madness’ headcanon), it happened. And although Tim seems to be able to move past that, I think there’s is a lot of damage that would not easily be repaired.

In terms of New52 or Rebirth Jason and Tim? Hell yeah… why not? Jason’s relationships are on the mend. He’s shown that he can operate within the bounds of Bruce’s moral code. He and Tim have a respectful and functioning relationship that looks good on them both. I don’t see how one couldn’t read anything from New52 and argue that they don’t compliment each other. They’re the self proclaimed “Black Sheep” of the lot. They’ve both tried (and felt like they’ve failed), to fill their predecessors shoes. They both want to prove themselves and desire to be needed. I could keep going on but this is already long enough.

In summation, would Bruce approve? Yes and No. Depending on which Bruce, which Jason, and which Tim you’re talking about. And if you wanted to brave and try to harmonize the mess that is the DC timeline, you’d have a lot of work taking what is/could be a toxic relationship and molding it into something closer to that of the New52. The question of whether or not you should is something else entirely I won’t touch on here (but to give you an idea on my stance... this is what transformative works and AUs are for yes?).

Oh! And lastly, “would it affect their vigilantism”? How so? In terms of being able to operate and function? I don’t think it would have a negative impact. I think they would operate much the same as we see in New52; with trust, and sass and camaraderie.

Sorry this got so long, but thanks for the opportunity to empty my brain-cage and I hope thats a satisfactory answer for you! : )

I’d love to hear anyone else’s thoughts if you’d like to share, and also if I’ve misinterpreted a fact let me know… these storylines are hard to keep in order!

#jaytim #long post #jaykore talks #please don't yell at me if I've totally missed something #I am absolutely open to polite conversation #and opposing ideas #I did ma best!#thanks for the question :)#cloakedsparrow

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Hi! I love your work, and I was thinking maybe could you write Raven and Jason where they're into a huge and heated argument, and one of them accidentally confesses their love in it. While I'll admit I love slow burn, these types of tropes are my favorite! Thanks.

I hope this is alright. =)

Love & War…

The most important thing to understand about the base of his and Raven’s relationship was that they did not argue. Well, not really, they’d had a few arguments, but the point was no matter what the spat, they were never at war with one another.

At least, they hadn’t been until now.

Jason didn’t give three fucks about her opinion, independence, or ‘I can handle myself just fine’ views in this matter, and he was going to let that be known.

Jason loved opinions with Rave, he loved discussing that, and having an open mind about most things. It was actually a core part of their relationship. Not this time!

As to her independence, best fucking thing about her because he was not required to entertain her, amuse her or even required to be home with her. He’d have ditched her if she was clinging. However, this time, he hated her independence.

And her ‘I can handle myself just fine’ attitude; which was normally a huge turn on, was why he was at war with his own girlfriend. The crazy woman had actually thought to she could handle this without help, without back up and he was going to strangle her.

“I Don’t Care Raven!” he roared over her calm points of why she did this.

“I had everything under control!” she shouted back, he felt her energy cackling around him.

“It’s not about that!” he shouted as he glared at her.

“Well then I don’t see why this is so important!” she roared.

“Goddamn it Raven!” he cursed and suddenly there was cutlery flying around as she glared at him with all four red eyes.

“I did my job!” she snarled, her voices filling his apartment.

“You tried to commit suicide!” he shouted as he grabbed her as she stormed off and he spun her into her. “Are you fucking insane!?”

“This from you!?” she shrieked and his eyes narrowed on her.

“Damn It Raven! You Nearly Died!” he shouted.

“I Did Not! It Was Just Jesse! There Were No Others With Him And I Handled It!” she hissed.

“You were half dead when I found you!” he countered; he could still see it, still feel her blood slipping through his fingers, and her life flickering. He could remember all of it! So he was not letting her out of his sight until she was fully healed, and she wasn’t! Not yet! She had been bleeding yesterday.

“Over exaggeration!” she shouted.

“Fuck Raven, I can’t! You walk out that door and I’m done,” he finally surrendered, releasing her. “I’m done Raven, I can’t go through that again, I can’t.”

“Why not? You nearly die regularly, I had a run in with my brother!” she hissed.

“Because!” he shouted.

“I was doing my job Jason I don’t understand why you’re so mad!” she threw her hands up and he grabbed her shoulders and resisted the temptation to shake her.

“God Damnit Raven! I Love You!” he shout furiously, and everything in their world stopped as her four eyes receded and he found himself staring at two large, dark, confused eyes.

“What?” she whispered.

“Yeah, I love you, and you are the biggest fucking pain in my ass since Bruce, but I fucking love you, and Raven, I can’t… I can’t go through that again. I thought you were dead, I thought I was going to lose you, I… I can’t go through that again,” he whispered as he released. “So if you walk out that door, I’m done.”

“Jason…” she hesitated. He just stared at her.

His loving her wasn’t some big new revelation to him, but… every person he’d ever said the words to, every person he had ever tried to love, they left. Then there was Raven, the easiest, most natural, needed person in his life beside Alfred, and he was terrified of losing her. A superstitious part of him was petrified that the moment he said the words, the moment it was real, it was tangible, and it was said between them, she’d leave. Everyone left. His mom, his birth mom, Bruce, Dick, Talia, everyone left him. He had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted Raven so he hadn’t said anything. Hoped her being an empath would be enough to get it through to her that he needed her.

Now the words were said, and he felt the weight of them and knowing she could destroy him with a mere action and he’d never recover.

“I love you Rae, I love you so fucking much you drive me batshit crazy, so if you go out that door, I’m done,” he murmured. “I can’t… I can’t lose another person I love Raven, I can’t…”

“Jason…” she took a step to him.

“Leave, everyone else does, but I’m done the moment you walk out that door,” he said softly. “I will love you forever, but I’m done the moment you walk out.”

“Fine, I’ll stay,” she muttered and he found himself stiffening as her arms slipped around him. Hesitantly his arms wrapped around her and he buried his face in her black hair.

“Why didn’t you say it sooner?” was the muffled question.

“Because everyone leaves the moment I say it,” he said softly. There was no point in lying to Raven, but he didn’t want to tell her, at all, what it was she had come to mean to him.

“I’m not leaving Jason,” she whispered.

“And I’m not saying don’t be a Titan,” he murmured. “But for the love of a merciful God have some common sense, for someone so smart you are maddeningly stupid sometimes!”

“I’m going to use this argument on you the next time you try to die,” she hissed.He kissed her head and felt himself shaking as he pulled that dainty body close to him and tight. God damn he loved this woman, and she drove him insane.

“Just never leave,” he whispered.

“You can’t leave either then.”

“I’m fine with that,” he promised.

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