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Withered Cards | III

Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader.

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, murder, swearing, major and minor injuries, death.

Summary: Despite the many different problems you overcome with Jason Todd, you always eventually make it back to each other. Even after his death, how could you still love a man who changed so much? Even when you made a turn for the worst.

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"Mistakes are not something you can afford to make, Jason," Bruce commented, though his gaze was trained on the screen before him. "I told you this was an intel mission. You should have waited for my queue."

Jason adjusted his position on the chair he was currently sat on, his gaze burning into Bruce's back the longer he continued to stare at the projective computer before him. The tape that he had collected from the mission played on repeat, and truthfully, it was becoming painful for Jason having to rewatch it over and over.

Yes, he had been given strict orders to merely stay hidden within the shadows and report back to Batman with the intel he was instructed to gather, but Jason wanted to do more than be a sidekick to gather information.

“How was that a mistake?” He retorted, pointing to the screen. “If I hadn’t gone, you would have never known what was happening down there.”

Finally, Bruce turned in his chair, his voice just as deep as always. Like a parent scolding his child - which was true to an extent.

"You're telling me that you found out what that whole ordeal was about?" He questioned, gesturing a hand to the screen. "Because it sure doesn't look like you do."

It angered Jason more than he would have liked to admit that Bruce was mostly right. The most Jason knew was that the Joker was up to something, but when was he not? The best possible answer he got was that he has an alliance of some sort. You seemed to be around his age, possibly younger, and yet you were one of the most skilled fighters he's fought. You were experienced, and no doubt deadly.

His nose ached from the harsh punch that you had thrown, the wet rag that was now soaked with crimson blood was discarded beside him.

When Bruce noticed his silence, he continued to ignore him from then on. His fingers dancing along the computer and leaving an uncomfortable silence that Jason wished to break.

Alfred walked in with a tray of coffee; something Bruce had waved him off to go and grab whilst he worked. Whilst the silence lingered, Alfred's gaze flickered up to the screen of the masked girl.

"I do not recognize this criminal," Alfred spoke as he settled the tray down. "Have we seen this girl before?"

Bruce shook his head, a frown etched on his features. "No, but there have been witnesses. Apparently, she's only shown up around Gotham the past two months."

Alfred hummed. “And what does this criminal do, exactly?”

Bruce pushed his body away from the desk with a long sigh, his brows still pinched into a deep frown as his hand dragged down his face. “Jason’s body cam just managed to pick up a little of their conversation before she ran off. The Joker is in on this, too. She knows him, and well.”

Jason's curiosity was piqued. What was the Joker's intentions, now? Surely it was another scheme to lure Batman into a trap.

“Perhaps another laughing gas?” Alfred suggested as he glanced over at Jason, gesturing toward the tea as he offered to pour some, but Jason shook his head.

"Not a laughing gas," Jason concluded, digging into the suit that he still wore. He pulled out the familiar vial that he had managed to snatch from the masked girl, holding it up for everybody's view. "I'm thinking maybe a drug, or maybe some sort of crazy mutation serum!" He looked between the two, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Bruce remained silent for a moment, his gaze never leaving the vial in his son's hand. Jason was expecting praise, a congratulations, maybe even a pat on the back and allowed more freedom whilst on patrol. But Bruce's face remained stoic.

"Jason," he started, tone very far from what he had expected. Was it anger? Disappointment? Shock?

He was quick to saunter over and take the vial from his hand, analyzing it carefully as he twisted it in his grasp.

With a shake of his head, his frown deepened. If that were even possible. He placed the vial carefully onto the desk beside the computer.

"You're too reckless," he began. "Not only did you go against my orders, but now you are involved with a crime much deeper than what you can handle. You've put yourself in danger. And not only yourself," he pointed to the screen again. "But you got her in danger, too."

Jason felt his anger boil, ready to spill over any second. Could Bruce not see his success for once? Could he not give him the approval he desperately wished for? It was risky, but he had got the job done.

"I did what I had to," he defended, the anger evident in his voice as he took a step closer.

Bruce quickly snapped back. "And what you did was wrong."

A pause.

"Next time something like this happens, you follow my order... otherwise the title of Robin goes to somebody else."

In the heat of his rage, Jason stormed past both Bruce and Alfred and made his way out of the Batcave, cape flowing behind him with every long stride. Before the door had slammed shut, he just managed to hear a little of Alfred's voice.

"They're both just children, Master Wayne," he tried. "Much like you once were."

"I can't have him making more mistakes."

A harsh slap landed against your cheek, your head snapping to the side from the force. The burning sensation left behind caused for your eyes to sting with tears, your vision blurred.

His maniacal laughter was all you could hear despite the ringing in your ears, and you didn't fail to notice the very evident annoyance behind each deep inhale of laughter.

"I can't believe it!" Joker paced. "You really let that little rodent slip past your fingers, just like that? My, my, I might have placed just a little too much faith in you."

He crouched down before you, masking a frown as his thumb came up to swipe the blood from your lip. Your tongue darted out to swipe at the cut he had left, the metallic taste lingering in your mouth.

"I must say I am very disappointed," Joker hummed, but oddly enough his hand came to rest on your shoulder, like an odd way of comforting. "But that's why there's always room to learn from mistakes!"

The vial that you were sent to retrieve merely a few hours ago was no longer tucked away safely in your pocket.

You had only realized once you were in front of Joker's latest warehouse that he used as a current hideout, your hands searching every pocket, each shoe, in search for the vial. Robin had managed to slip it out without you noticing, and it enraged you.

He was fast, skilled, and very obviously sly. Although it was a tough fight, it brought some adrenaline and excitement into your night. Something you had craved for a while.

Joker clicked his tongue in thought, now sat on a torn couch across from you with his leg propped up on his knee.

"You'll make it up to me, right, my little clown?" his tone was almost mocking. "Perhaps next time you might run into the little birdy again, oh, that would spice things up!"

You inhaled a shaky breath. "I'll get it back," you said, but he waved you off.

"Nah, I'll just get the doc to make me a new one. Although, we can't afford any more mistakes now, can we, Y/N?"

He looked at you expectingly, dread washing over you the longer his gaze pierced your own.

"No, we can't."

"That's my girl!" He clapped his hands. "Harley! Come get the poor girl cleaned up, will ya? She looks like she's been through hell!" He let out a loud cackle at what he considered a joke, slapping his knee.

Harley's head popped from around the corner of the cracked wall, pigtails swinging with every movement she made. With one look at you, she was rushing over.

"Puddin, what happened?" She practically squealed, ushering you to stand up, though the small smile never left her lips. "Oh dear, let's get you all nice and cleaned up!"

The bathroom that she had practically dragged you into smelt of urine and had broken tiles scattered across the floor. Mold was growing along the ceiling and puddles of water crowded at the base of the sink. You had to hold back the look of disgust when Harley took a small rag and wet it under some water.

It wasn't long until Harley was finally finished with dabbing your split lip with the cold water and tending to the few cuts you had littered over your flesh. It was a poorly done job, but the moment you had got to step into your own small room - a storage space that barely managed to fit the worn mattress you used to sleep on, you were instantly flopping down.

It was quiet and dark, but nothing that you weren't already used to. You enjoyed having some time away from the two clowns, after all.

Looking over, you reached for the same small bear that you've kept over the years, only now it wasn't as soft as it used to be, and the familiar smell of your old home was gone from the fur. Instead, it was now covered in dirt and grime. A button had been sewn on poorly as an eye after the last had fallen off, and its right arm was barely hanging on by a thread. Still, you carefully held it against your body as you laid on your side, alone and tense.

Your mind refused to settle, thoughts swarming with the Robin boy who had managed to make your night go from alright to horrific in only a few hours.

He had outplayed you - tricked you - and still somehow, he had managed to get your mind swimming. Your fight was oddly thrilling, and it confused you with his cocky comments. Batman was nowhere to be seen, meaning that Robin had let you go. Why?

Your knuckles had tightened their hold on the bear, a reminder of your life before any of this had happened. You didn't dwell on it, knowing that there was no way back. But the sadness lingered once you buried your face into the soft fur, allowing for the sleep to catch up to you. As usual it was never a peaceful one, but instead filled with nightmares and an all too familiar wide grin.

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I want so bad for Bruce to have been on Shark Tank in the dc universe, but Brucie Wayne isn't business enough. You know who is? And who I would love infinitely more to be on Shark Tank? Timothy Drake.

Just a little Tim appreciation. I find this pic every time i google him, its my absolute favorite. Kudos to whoever drew it! :D

Where are Duke,Harper and Alfred?

Can you imagine board game nights with the batfam though

Everyone thinks Dick will end up having to play the laidback referee. They’re wrong. They’re so wrong. Something about board games brings out his competitive streak and he’s actually the one stirring up the most shit.

Jason and Steph spend half the night arguing about whether or not cornhobble is a word

Twister is banned on behalf of Dick being stupidly flexible and winning every time (yes I know they’re all flexible, I just picture Dick as being just that little extra/having hypermobility)

Monopoly is the last game of the night because it brings out the gremlin in Tim, who will either destroy everyone and win or destroy something if he loses. At some point they all gang up on Tim, and he still wins somehow

One time he lost from Damian, the fallout was epic

No one wants to play scrabble against Barbara bc she always wins (even from Jason, who usually dominates it)

Sorry! is all fun and games until Cass “accidentally” flips the board

She always wins at Snakes and Ladders though

Damian always wins Goose Game, he has the weirdest luck

If they decide on adding card games to the mix, Jason wins every single round of Texas Hold ‘Em without trying

And Bruce gets destroyed by each and every single one of his kids and there’s nothing he can do about it

Tumblr Maribat AU Prompt Recommendations

Part Two

Maribat Prompt by @blueisasome

“I’m sorry, how many phones have you stolen?” Dick asked her.

Worst Ways to Die: Murder by Insulted Seamstress by @casual-darkness

The Waynes were fairly roughed up. Some moderately deep cuts and scrapes. Early signs of bruising and swelling. Even what looked like some broken bones! (Dick definitely had a broken nose - she silently prayed it was set right, afterwards).

But that is not what set her off.

They were wearing her suits.

And they were DESTROYED.

Maribat Oneshot by @soulmate-game

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

From Thrift to Designer by @mysnis

“You spent 550 dollars of someone else’s money on clothes for me to wear?!” Marinette’s eyes bugged. She did not want to put that much on Steph to return.

“Uh. No? That would offend Dick. I spent 550 million as the two limits combined gave me the right to. It’s totally fine.” Marinette turned white, and the bag Steph had was opened to reveal the biggest wardrobe Marinette had ever seen shoved into a bag.

The Life of a Hero by @snow-leopard-7772point0

Damian’s eyes sparkled. He lowered his voice to what he thought was a whisper, leaning close to his mother. “'Um, can she be my ’ukht?”

Talia stared at her son, once again taken by surprise. “Would you really like me to adopt her?”

Damian nodded feverishly. “She is the first person I have met to prove even slightly knowledgeable. She is worthy to be family.”

Part Three

Remember some chapters are longer than others

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

Searching for a Batman Fic. Help?

The fic I'm looking for is a Parent Jason Todd Ao3 Fic. The beginnings of the fic are hazy for me but I do remember Jason giving up Red Hood because he acquired baby Damian. He moves to Metropolis because it was safer. There he met Kon and adopted him too. Along the way, he adopted 2 more babies, both girls (both oc's). The rest of the Batfam gets suspicious after Red Hood disappears and decides to investigate his whereabouts. They found out about Jason and the babies and decided to spy on him instead of confronting him about it. Jason noticed, because of the numerous baby diapers sent to him, and wondered how far the Bats would go through for the babies, the Bats sent a truckload of toys before Jason haad enough. I rememebered Jason went back to school in this fic

I don't remember if the Batfam was aware of Red Hood being Jason before the investigation or not. But that's it.

So... I found the fic. But I was wrong with the description of this fic. The character I had given was correct but some of the descriptions were incorrect. These are [I do remember Jason giving up Red Hood because he acquired baby Damian], and [The rest of the Batfam gets suspicious after Red Hood disappears and decides to investigate his whereabouts. They found out about Jason and the babies and decided to spy on him instead of confronting him about it. Jason noticed, because of the numerous baby diapers sent to him, and wondered how far the Bats would go through for the babies, the Bats sent a truckload of toys before Jason had enough. I remembered Jason went back to school in this fic]. Most of the description of the post was wrong :( I mixed up two fics so now I'm not sure if it's a purely Batman fic, it might've been a maribat but I don't remember. And I'm pretty sure in this fic he moved to Metropolis as well.

Ofc I still want to know what this fic is. So please if you do know this then can you please inform me what fic it is? Thank you :)

Now the fic I was describing in the first part, which is [he acquired baby Damian. He moves to Metropolis because it was safer. There he met Kon and adopted him too. Along the way, he adopted 2 more babies, both girls (both oc's).]

The name of the fic is Like Father Like Son by LERDM

Taglist:

@angel-with-problems @gabiiilovelucienv @furiousscissorssaladflower @redcarnati0n @risayoooo @briarrosevlogz @iamgaygaygay @mx-minxx @sleepysoftyemo @fluffykitty149 @ghostdragonfang

Searching for a Batman Fic. Help?

The fic I'm looking for is a Parent Jason Todd Ao3 Fic. The beginnings of the fic are hazy for me but I do remember Jason giving up Red Hood because he acquired baby Damian. He moves to Metropolis because it was safer. There he met Kon and adopted him too. Along the way, he adopted 2 more babies, both girls (both oc's). The rest of the Batfam gets suspicious after Red Hood disappears and decides to investigate his whereabouts. They found out about Jason and the babies and decided to spy on him instead of confronting him about it. Jason noticed, because of the numerous baby diapers sent to him, and wondered how far the Bats would go through for the babies, the Bats sent a truckload of toys before Jason haad enough. I rememebered Jason went back to school in this fic

I don't remember if the Batfam was aware of Red Hood being Jason before the investigation or not. But that's it.

Marry Me

by @bluethursday

Marry Me | Marry Me: In Laws

Marry Me: Breakfast | Marry Me: Mothers

Marry Me: Valentine | Marry Me: Highschool

Marry Me: Firsts | Marry Me: Brothers

Marry Me: Mock Wedding | Marry Me: Bully

Marry Me: Compulsion | Marry Me: Mountain

Marry Me: School Dance

The first thing that comes out of Damian’s mouth when he speaks to Tim is “Marry Me.”

They had never spoken before, but Damian had stalked from afar, hunted his prey and observed everything there was to observe about one Timothy Jackson Drake.

He concluded his observation with two thoughts. One, Timothy was perfect and two, Damian needed him in ways that made his chest hurt when he thought of Tim going off and marrying people who weren’t Damian Wayne.

Remember some chapters are longer than others (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

Taglist:

@otakucalsama @helianthuss-annuss @number-426 @magical-elves-haunt-me-blog @dementedcat @avalovesfic @themissfandomheart @eltte @oracle-life @newphonewhosthis @heartslogos @xynonsworld @coolgirl874 @cat100200 @an-entity-i-think @arthena819 @slythernpotato @elysian-keir @leismyqueen @ashe-is-crying @uhmytimingsucksright @theturdis @pookahime-blog @leth2001-blog1 @the-quiet-carrotcake @strayprncess @fu-kheaven

Bruce (Tim) Wayne

Bruce (Tim) Wayne

Bruce (Tim) Wayne: Birds

Bruce (Tim) Wayne: Bees

The gaps that told him what Bruce Wayne did at what time, in what year as a child.

Tim is not Bruce, no, he is better. He will be better. If he can no longer be Robin, if can no longer be Tim then he will be a Batman the likes of which this dimension had never seen. The kind that would bring order. He could change them, all of them. Dick and Jason and Damian.

Timothy Drake has yet to be born.

Bruce, is the body he inhabits, is the skin he wears as his own. The burning sensation of holding back tears is easy enough to ignore. He’s had enough practice.

Remember some chapters are longer than others

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

Taglist:

@madhatter-of-wonderland-woods @couffeeine @rossita07 @eltte @hasegawasosise @kittywitchy1 @why-not-fandom @jadestrellas @aelikestoplay @blueliliesstars @avalovesfic @blue-jello-for-spiderman @xynonsworld @ashe-is-crying @faeswings

Timothy Luthor

by @bluethursday

Timothy Luthor | Timothy Luther: Part 2

Timothy Luthor: Damian | Timothy Luthor: Jason

Timothy Luthor: Birthday | Timothy Luthor: Dating

Timothy Luthor: Brother | Timothy Luthor: Sick Day

Timothy Luthor: Sibling | Timothy Luthor: Different

Wayne vs Luthor

When it came to his attention that Lex had a biological son, the first thing he did was collect blackmail material on the boys parents. The second thing he did was arrange for custody of Timothy to be given fully to him. Visitation rights were to be discussed later, and by that he meant that there would be no visitation rights. As far as the word knew Lex had simply been keeping his son out of the public spotlight.

When he first met Timothy the boy was five years old. His first thought was that the boy was a doll, a living breathing porcelain doll. His second was that he was far too small to be five, maybe three if he was being generous. His third was that they had the same eyes.

Ppl who draw Jason with autopsy scars are doing the lords work 🫡

Pfft- 🤣

BatDad doesn't know words like peace and tranquility. Batman: Wayne family adventures - Episode 34: Recovery

"my child is fine"

your child is crying at 2am over tim drake centric fanfics

Damian is physically unable to draw Tim. Change my mind.

Jarhn has done this once or twice

Smash that reblog button if you’ve been a victim of physics

Anyone got any type of mad scientist/unhinged/morally dubious/feral Tim Drake fics? Any type, long, short, finished, unfinished, chat fic, crack fic, fix it fic, whatever you got i want it <3

Tbh i do like fanon! Tim.

When he's super smart and loves coffee. When he naps throughout the day instead of the night so people think he doesnt sleep. When he hates coffee and loves energy drinks. When he flies for the thrill of it. When he rides for the thrill of it. When the reason he is careless is because it's fun. When the reason he is careless it's because he has it all planned out. When he is so depressed he turns nihilistic and gets self sacrificing. When he is so depressed he turns nihilistic and lives life to the fullest. When he takes drugs as a way to cope. When he makes drugs as a way to cope. When he leaves everyone because he is so focused on things. When he thinks everyone wants him gone so he leaves first. When he leaves.

When he is super evil and has no morals. When he kills a lot. When he gets demonized for other people's character arcs. When he has a lot of connections. When he lies to everyone just because. When he is silent. When he takes a presence that is literally just Cass but as a man. When he will do anything for anyone who gives him attention.

When he is just self projection. When he is just an oc. When he is a self insert. When he is feminized or sexualized. When he believes what anyone says at face value. When, at this point, it is literally any other character at all except he is named Tim.

I like all of this. Genuinely. It's what fandom means. It's a person's reaction to a character and changing as they see fit. If I wanted a clear idea and interpretation of a character I would read one(1) comic and leave it at that.

Multiple people are gonna write multiple things, be it from the canon material or your trusty ao3.

When I dont like a particular Tim interpretation, I stop reading said interpretation. Be it from the canon material or your trusty ao3.

Damian: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-  Dick : A doll.  Tim: A cinnamon roll.  Jason: A sweetheart.  Damian: Damian: ...stop it.

Age-reversed Damian, Tim, Jason, Dick.

fan art

AU Where the Justice League forms as usual except for one slight difference where Bruce just so happens to have been the one superheroing for the longest. (Excluding Diana, who got up to it in World War 1 and then mostly didn't while she learned about Man's World)

Bruce helps form the Justice League, ignoring all of the comments as they come to the sudden realization that Gotham's baby cryptid story is actually a man in a very intimidating armored suit who can and will break your arm if you cause problems for him. They are unaware that this is not the first team he's led, and actually he's used to teams full of mostly teenagers who also happen to be his children. This should be easier, this team is primarily adults.

He realizes rapidly that he doesn't understand these people.

His kids take bonding activities to mean learning a dozen different ways to break someones leg. That doesn't fly with these people. And that is most of Bruce's ideas, hell when he was a kid Alfred took every opportunity to get him out of his room and mostly that was with the agreement that Alfred would teach him how to defend himself. He's come by it honestly.

This team is not easier. They have more drama than when his house was actually full of kids. It's insane. He doesn't know what to do with it, usually he just sent the kids to their rooms or grounded them from patrol. That doesn't work here.

He comes to a strange crossroads. That falls apart when he forgets who he's working with and snaps at Hal with a full room of heroes that the next person to throw a punch or an insult without a reason too will be sparring with him.

A long standing rule in the batcave that worked two fold to prevent infighting between the kids and too ensure that they were well and truly trained.

It works wonders. No one says a word out of line for the rest of the debrief. Bruce becomes the unofficial mediator of the league over Clark because anytime he walked in on a fight it suddenly became 10 times more civil out of sheer terror of what he'd do to them in a sparring match.

Eventually they actually meet his kids. Well, one kid.

Half way through a mission (one of the rare ones in Gotham) the Bat comes to a complete stop at the edge of an alley. Every single league member on the team comes to a stop behind him. Slowly from the shadows of the alley a man in a red helmet stalks out to greet them.

"You don't call, you don't write"

"Red Hood."

"Don't Red Hood me! We've been worried sick!"

"I was at the cave last night."

"You didn't answer my texts B. You always answer my texts."

Somehow it ends with big and scary following them through the rest of the mission with a running commentary of how much Bats has let him down in his failure to respond in a timely manner to a text send less than an hour before he ran into them in the alley. It only ends when Red Robin shows up.

And even then it only ends because Hood can't keep himself from throwing a punch and Bruce has to snap at him that if he throws another one they're sparring when they get home.

And by god is Jason giving up the chance to punch his brothers.