I need to start drafting for summer updates y’all so help a homie out 💕

so I was putting stickers on a little notebook today in therapy and I saw these DC stickers and I've been so obsessed with @minnieearsposts night hood, bluejay, way down we go and she hates me fics (even tho I know next to nothing about DC) that I had to put them on!!!

I couldn't find a red hood/Jason sticker but I had to make sure my pro-Dick (no don't take that out of context, irl friends echo & marissa, I'm begging you) allegiance

(bonus: deadpool and vampire axolotl stickers:

I'm so desperate for Lupin content I'm watching Night Hood

Jay has had enough of the pacifistic garbage

This will never not be fouly funny.

batboys playing scrabble except there's a dictionary on-hand at all times solely for the purpose of fact-checking jason every time he tries to make up a word and gaslight the others into thinking it's real.

An oldie but a goodie…

Part 2…

HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THIS BEFORE

"Jason Todd was a menace of a Robin"

WRONG Jason Todd was a sweet lil lad who liked to read fucking Shakespear

DICK GRAYSON WAS 11 YEARS OLD AND LOOKING FOR HIS PARENTS KILLER TO MURDER

He also beat Joker to death after Jason died, Dick is probably the most angry Robin to ever traffic light his way through Gotham.

Barbara: What did you get Dick for his birthday?

Jason: I got him a Glutemaster

Barbara: Really? Me too!

Stephanie: I also got him a Glutemaster.

Duke, gesturing to himself and Tim: Looks like we had the same idea.

Jason, sighing: Kill me. Please tell me you didn’t get Dick a Glutemaster as well.

Cass: I got him… a Glutemaster 🥰

Later-

Dick, surrounded by Glutemasters: THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!

I love stories where it points out how deadly all the robins are.

Yeah Jason’s guns kill with amazing accuracy but he’s literally assassin trained with multiple teachers around the world in hand to hand combat.

Tim might be a tech genius but he’s also trained by Lady Shiva. He welds the bow staff like an extension of his arms. He has the least amount of pre Robin training but can keep up with the others.

Damian is trained by the league of assassins and he can use a sword non-deadly which is amazing control. That’s before he learned how to be robin.

Dick tho, everyone sleeps on. He’s learned flexibility and balance that none of the other bats could even dream of. He’s learned from multiple combat artists. He can go through a weapon cache and use anything he grabs. The bow staff, escrima sticks, throwing stars. He literally wears no armor because he’s amazing at not even getting touched by his opponent.

I think it’s great when they point out how hard they work to not kill their opponents.

Thinking about the nastiest, filthiest, most depraved sex with Jason. Visually, it's kind of violent, but really, it's not; you just need each other very carnally. There's no salvaging the clothes you were wearing, and the ones you wear over the next few days will have to cover you up enough so you don't get mistaken for the victim of a mauling. It didn't matter, though, didn't matter if you looked like you'd been hit by a truck or were brought to the brink of death and revived because nothing mattered when he was balls deep in your soaking cunt. 

Every single time Jason hit that sweet spot deep in you, you felt like you were on the verge of dying and ascending to the great beyond. The edges of your vision go dark as you leave deep bloody scratches anywhere you can reach, refusing to be the only one who looked like the victim of a violent crime when it was over. Your legs shake uncontrollably as he draws another earth-shattering orgasm out of you, making you slip further and further into the light. 

You always come back to him, though, the out-of-body experience ending when he bends you into a new position, whispering in your ear how good you are for him. It would happen again, and again, and again until you were sure you were gonna die on him or something, sure that every stroke of his cock was gonna be the one to take you out. Death's cold, clammy hands never touched you though, just Jason's warm ones wiping drool from your mouth, and lightly tapping your cheek. "You still with me?"

jason, (rolling down the car window): What seems to be the problem, officer?

dick: Get the FUCK out of my car

Been awhile..

Game night at the manor is fun, until it comes time to choose what game to play

Twister? Nope. Not with Dick in the house.

Scrabble? Jason knows more words than anyone. Not to mention he's a world class bullshitter so they never know if he's making them up off the top of his head or not.

Poker? Cass somehow beats everyone. Every time. She also refuses to tell anyone who taught her the rules.

Monopoly? Alfred banned Monopoly. Forever. It was also the night he almost banned Damian from carrying weapons in the house.

Uno? Nobody can agree on the rules, and 'draw four' cards have resulted in stitches.

Jenga? Babs is world champion. No question. No contest.

Trivia? Steph and Duke teamed up and wiped the floor with every other team the last trivia night. Bruce has still not recovered.

Cards against humanity? Tim destroyed the deck after the last time they played turned into a therepy session.