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bluejaysandblackbats · 4 months

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The Spin Out

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: Jason Todd returns to Gotham after three years for the final time to win enough money to pay off Sheila's debts.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character

Additional Tags: Street Racing AU, No Capes AU, Jason Todd-centric, Hurt Jason Todd, Bad Parent Sheila Haywood, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Hurt/Comfort, Organized Crime, Jason Todd has PTSD, Jason Todd has Trust Issues, Jason Todd is Not Okay, Good Person Jason Todd, Stalker Bruce Wayne, Family Issues, Secret Identities, Secrets, Angst

Chapter Two: Sick at Sea

Jason fell asleep as soon as he got settled on the boat. He kept his arms crossed tightly over his backpack as the ship rocked violently in the stirrings of a storm. His half-full stomach turned flips even as he slept. Having nightmares of Gotham and revving engines and fire. Hellfire. He sat up with a start, swallowing hard to stave off the urge to vomit. His bunkmate gave him the bucket. “Didn’t take you for the type to get seasick,” the man mumbled. Jason hunched over the bucket, breathing through his nose. “You shouldn’t fight it.” Jason nodded as he spit up in the bucket like a child.

“I don’t get seasick… I just—. The heat’s making me sick,” Jason muttered. His shirt clung to his chest.

“What does hell look like in your dreams?” the man questioned. Jason shut his eyes. “In my dreams, hell is an airport terminal, and it gradually gets hotter and hotter—.”

Jason dry heaved. “What are you talking about?” Jason interrupted.

“You talk in your sleep. You said something about hellfire. I wondered what that looked like for you in your—.”

“A burning building. It’s hot, and there’s no way out,” Jason panted, “Is it this hot outside?”

“Probably not,” the man replied. Jason slipped his backpack on his back and walked through the kitchen to stand outside.

The rain poured down on his head, cooling his body. “Hey, what’s your name?” the man asked. “I’m Paolo!”

“Michael!” Jason lied.

“Michael, what’re you gonna do once you get to Florida?”

“I’m headed towards Philly after that to borrow my friend’s bike,” Jason replied. He slicked his hair back with one hand and dumped the bucket in the ocean. “Since we’ll be on the boat for four days, I’ll let you know now. I don’t talk much.” Paolo nodded.

“Sorry—.”

“You’re not bothering me,” Jason clarified, “I’m just—. I don’t carry conversations well.”

“Okay, well, I hope you let me know when I start getting on your nerves,” Paolo half-joked.

“You’re not. I don’t mind the company,” Jason replied. The boat rocked, knocking Jason into the bow’s railing. He held on tight, chuckling at the pounding in his chest.

“Hey, Michael, we should probably go inside,” Paolo suggested. Jason nodded. Jason joined Paolo in the cabin and dried his hair. “How old are you?” Jason looked up, carefully studying the man’s expression.

“I’m eighteen,” Jason answered truthfully.

He changed out of his wet clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. “You’re younger than you look,” Paolo replied, “Want a drink?”

Jason nodded, politely holding the flask above his head and pouring the contents into his mouth. He smiled at the sweet hints of vanilla and honey in the whiskey. “Thank you,” Jason replied.

“No problem. Keep it. I’ve got the bottle in my bag,” Paolo replied. Jason smiled, raising the flask to Paolo before taking another sip. “You’re not much of a drinker, are you?”

“I suppose I’m not,” Jason chuckled, “I try to take it easy.” He set the flask to the side as he went through his suitcase for a change of clothes.

He slipped on a pair of shorts and grabbed his journal. There were pictures and phrases on every page. A travel diary filled with all his thoughts, fears, and lessons. He flipped to the nearest empty page and started writing an entry. Writing helped him relax. “What’s there to eat on the boat?” Paolo asked.

“Not sure. I’m not hungry, but my mom made me a hefty lunch. You want it?” Jason offered.

Paolo nodded as Jason opened his lunch bag and passed him a sandwich. Jason locked his diary and zipped it in his bag. He hugged it as he lay in bed. “You’re sick, aren’t you?” Paolo asked. “Can you take an Advil?”

“I don’t usually—. I’ll sleep it off,” Jason whispered.

“Okay, Michael,” Paolo replied, “I’ll be quiet—.”

“You don’t have to. I don’t mind the noise. I sleep better with background noise,” Jason interrupted.

“Alright, then,” Paolo replied, “I hope you feel better soon.” Jason smiled, nodding as he shut his eyes. Sleep flooded in while Paolo hummed a tune.

Jason’s fever broke the night before they docked. Paolo kept watch over him, reading in a low whisper. “It isn’t raining anymore,” Jason mumbled. Paolo perked up, setting his book aside.

“You’re awake. I was worried you’d need a doctor,” Paolo smiled as he approached Jason’s bedside. “Do you want something to eat? The other guy made soup.”

“Uh-huh,” Jason replied, “Actually, let me—. I’m gonna get cleaned up.”

“Michael, I’ll grab you a bowl while you’re in there,” Paolo offered. Jason smiled and went to brush his teeth. When he returned, Paolo sat facing Jason on his bed, eating a bowl of soup. “My son is sick… This is my first time being away from him since he was born.”

Jason frowned. “Is it serious?” Jason questioned.

Paolo shrugged and forced a smile on his face. “I won’t know until I get home. I went to São Tomé to find his brother and talk to him. He’s my wife’s son, and I thought he’d come to see his brother if I invited him,” Paolo explained.

“He isn’t coming?” Jason asked. Paolo shook his head. Jason took a sip of the broth, clearing his throat as he thought of something reassuring to say. “Maybe he doesn’t feel like he can come home. Give him a call when you get home”

“You think it’ll make a difference?” Paolo asked. Jason nodded.

“It would if I were him,” Jason replied.

When the boat docked, Jason called his uncle, Jeremy, on the phone to tell him he’d be in Philidelphia in two days. “Jason, I can drive there and meet you. How ‘bout I put you up in a hotel until I get to you?” Jeremy offered. “The last time I saw you, you were in Ethiopia. You sound better. Do you feel better?”

Jason took a deep breath. “I do… Um—. Uncle Jeremy, you don’t have to go through all that trouble. You’re in Maine. That’s like a two-day drive—.”

“It’ll do us both some good. You stay there and check out the beach and have fun. I’ll come and get you,” Jeremy insisted. Jason smiled.

“Okay… Thanks, Uncle Jeremy. How’s Auntie Miranda?” Jason questioned.

“She’s good. Jason, I’ll text you which hotel and make the reservation for Michael. Right?” Jeremy asked.

“Yes, sir. Thank you,” Jason whispered. Jeremy adored Jason despite the circumstances of their first meeting. Jason was catatonic when they met. The ground felt shaky under Jason’s feet, and his mind raced a mile a minute. Jeremy swooped in as an imposing figure, wading through the thick fog to nurse Jason back to health. He sat with Jason every day, feeding him and speaking to him. Jeremy was intelligent, well-informed, and gentle. The slow and soft cadence of Jeremy’s voice carried him through weeks of nightmarish stillness. Along with Jeremy’s soft fingertips’ therapeutic application of hospital-issued shampoo. That was Jason’s favorite memory. Still, he felt so unsure when speaking to his uncle. Jeremy’s softness was often masked under his tattoos and orotund voice. He stood at six-six with wide shoulders and hands big enough to palm a watermelon. It was enough to intimidate Jason, even as a young adult.

“Jason, try to have fun in Miami,” Jeremy replied, “And don’t call me sir. I don’t even take myself that seriously.”

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bruciemilf · 5 months

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“Bruce is emotionally incompetent and can’t step outside his own morality” yeah it’s a character flaw.

“Dick is extremely stubborn and thinks he’s right all the time” yeah it’s a character flaw.

“Jason has hypocritical tendencies” yeah it’s a character flaw.

“ Tim is entitled and doesn’t think about people when seeking results, and often acts uncaring” yeah it’s a character flaw.

“Damian is rude and bratty” yeah, it’s a character flaw.

Also, some people may not even regard everything listed above as flaws.

Having negative traits allows incredible flexibility within your characters, what makes them intriguing, what makes them easy to relate to. If you want to write people, then write people. But they can’t be good and clean all the time.

#bruce wayne #dc comics #dc #batman #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #I’m really glad we’re growing out of the ‘my favorite is flawless because they’re a good person who has done both wrong ever’ phase #you can absolutely enjoy media that has imperfections and blemishes. these characters should be flawed. they should get to be shitty people #sometimes. they should get a chance to grow and extend and evolve as individuals. because I think that’s what we need to see more #it’s not about being a shitty person. it’s about STAYING a shitty person #text #meta #batfamily

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brucewaynehater101 · 2 months

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I like to imagine that, after Jason stops trying to kill Tim, he still doesn't like the teen. It's not outright hate, but he doesn't really like the kid anyways.

However, anyone Tim doesn't like, Jason immediately doesn't trust them. He's seen Tim work with and forgive people who have literally tried to kill the teen. If Tim doesn't like someone, they had to have done something really fucked up. If Tim doesn't have proof, Jason's still willing to trust the kid over the other person.

#dc comics #dc universe #tim drake #jason todd #jason may not like the kid but he's a damn good gauge of whether someone else is a decent person

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thatsnotahoodjason · 1 year

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imagine tim drake passing his english lit classes purely because of his stalkerish obsession with jason todd leading to him hacking into jason's laptop and reading all his old lit essays and book blog

#dick: you got an A in english lit? i thought you hated that subject. how'd you manage that?#tim: i had a really good tutor #jason finding out years and years later when he remembers his old blogs and logs back into it to find spams of comments from tim #like 'i got an A in my macbeth paper cause of you!!' 'youre the smartest person ik' 'i got another A' 'i wish you could actually teach me'#and jason freezes like.. why tf did tim find my blog 5 years ago and use it like a tutor #dc #tim drake #jason todd #batfamily #batman #robins

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batfamhyperfixation · 1 year

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Jason: Ew, this tastes gross *turning to Dick next to him and holding it out to him* try it

Dick: What? No way, you just said it tastes gross, why would I try it?

Jason: fine *turns to Tim on the other side of him, holding it out* try this

Tim: *takes a bite* Yeah, disgusting

Damian: Oh please, Drake's a baby, let me try it

Tim: *passes it to Damian*

Damian: *Tries it* Eww, yeah, no, this is gross

Steph: *Takes it from Damian, trying it* makes me want to vomit, try it Cass

Cass: *Takes a bite* yeah no, please never get this again, you want some Duke?

Duke: Why not *takes a bite* Meh, it's not horrible, it's just not good

Dick: Well now I feel left out

Duke: *hands it to Dick*

Dick: *takes a bite*

Dick:

Bruce, in the background: *slaps his forehead* why are they like this

Jason: You wanna try Bruce?

Bruce, dad who feels bad when he says no to his kids: *pained smile* *through clenched teeth* Suuuure...

Dick: *hands it to Bruce*

Bruce: *takes a bite, spits it out into his napkin* Awful, truly atrocious, I'm going to sue, that was so awful

#they are all smart #but when put together they can be dumbasses #they go from like that big brain meme individually to like 2 braincells collectively when put together #im basing this on me with my own siblings #so i know this is just how siblings are #one is like this tastes bad then hands it to another person to try and that just continues til we all have tried it and agreed #but they are also biased cause they all have alfreds cooking regularly so they try something else and are like wtf #alfred spoils them rotten when it comes to good food #batfam #batkids #bat family #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #bruce wayne #incorrect batfamily quotes #it was gonna stop at bruce being like 'why are they like this' but then i was like... wait a minute #bruce is definitely the dad who cant say no to his kids #and the second part was born

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nerdpoe · 4 months

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3 Fanon ideas to make a prompt from :)

1). Ectoplasm is Lazarus Water but purified

2). Ghosts can retreat to their cores

3). Protocore Jason AU

Danny has to retreat into his core, Jason somehow finds him and absorbs it. It looks like Jason is pregnant as his own ecto is being purified and then given to Danny's Core.

Enjoy:)

This is a full prompt, though? Okay I'll write mpreg. Gonna bypass that "looks" and make it an "is" though, throwin in some reincarnation and trans Jay.

~~~~~~

Jason was doing one last round before he left for Gotham. Before he left to prove a point. To teach Bruce a lesson he'd never forget.

He wasn't sentimental, no, he was just checking to make sure he wasn't forgetting any sickass weapons that may have fallen behind a dresser or something.

"Todd," a small, imperious voice demanded from behind him. "Observe my new pet rock."

Jason sighed and stood up to humor the little demon.

The kid was holding a weird glowing, cracked orb. It was radiating frost, and Damian had to use cloth between his hands and the magic stone.

"Damian," Jason started, keeping his voice level. "Where did you get that?"

The kid sniffed with all the superiority of a spoiled brat, looking proud and holding the obviously enchanted stone higher.

"Since Grandfather and Mother say that animals as pets would be a weakness, I decided to search the lesser treasure room for a suitable inanimate pet."

Jason sucked in air through his teeth in a soft hiss. There was no "lesser" treasure room; there was the "safe" treasure and the "unknown" treasure. Where was Talia when he needed her?

"Look, kid, I don't think-" Jason started, reaching for the weird rock, just as Damian started pulling away.

"-You are jealous that I have this rock and you do not-"

"-Damian, please, just hand over the fucking-"

"-Cease your attempted theft this instant-"

"-Damian come here you little shit-"

Jason tripped. Damian tripped. The weird rock went into the air...and landed on Jason's chest. It melted into him with a sharp flash of pain.

And that was that.

Damian stared at Jason's stomach, aghast.

"You stole my rock!"

By the time Talia arrived to see what was keeping Jason so long, he and Damian were rolling on the ground biting each other.

~~~~~~

Months later, Jason was beyond ready to murder the newest Robin. He'd originally planned to just beat the shit out of the kid, but he'd been having a rough time.

He was losing his carefully crafted abs.

He was getting soft.

Normally that was whatever, but he was trying to be intimidating, and being soft in any way was definitely going to trigger the dysphoria he thought he'd outrun.

It made no sense; he worked out daily, had started eating on a caloric deficit, drank nothing but water, and made sure what he ate was home-cooked.

Then, one month before go-time with Timmy, he'd started getting nauseous.

He felt bloated, tired, hungry, and most of all; pissed.

As he stalked through the Tower that the newest Robin was hiding in, he may have, perhaps, let the millions of small annoyances pile into one big rage filled pity party with a kid as the target.

It really didn't help that he hadn't been able to don his replica of his own Robin costume, because he...he had pudge. He didn't fit in it.

It was infuriating.

He knew it wasn't little TimTams fault, but he was gonna take his rage out on someone, and the kid was the unfortunate closest person he had beef with.

Was he overreacting? Probably.

But it was lash out or cry, and he refused to cry.

On top of everything, the one thing that had helped with any of the symptoms, the extra purified Lazarus Water that Talia had given him to 'act as an emergency first aide', was gone. He'd drank it all.

With that supply out, he was.

Well.

He was going to kill little Timmy, fuck the consequences.

But little Timmy was...doing a very good job of staying completely out of sight. The kid had been acting far more neurotic than he normally did, only letting out a small gasp when he'd seen Red Hood and immediately darted into some sort of weird hidey hole.

Jason hadn't been able to find him since.

The kid had added his own gopher network to the Tower, fuck.

The speaker system crackled on, just as Jason was about to start laying down bombs.

"Red Hood, please consider your condition. Do not do anything that would raise your blood pressure, or uh..." the newest Robin's voice trailed off, keyboard audibly clacking as he looked something up. "...Or eat peas? No, that can't be right. Whatever, look, just stay calm, take a breather, and don't overstress yourself. It's not good for the uh. The second...yeah. Not good. Do not do. Why am I so dumb sounding when it comes to things like this? Shoulda gotten Steph..."

The kids voice trailed off as he berated himself, but Jason was too busy fighting off the horribly dawning realization of what the kid was saying.

Which couldn't be true, because there was no way for the kid to know, and Jason hadn't had sex in...well. Years.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jason gasped, thanking his past self for putting the vocoder in his helmet. It sounded far more threatening.

"Oh. Uh. During one of your fights with Batman, you got glanced by something sharp, and there was a little blood. Don't worry though! I didn't tell Batman! I just wanted to see if I could figure it out on my own! So I ran your blood and now I...know. That was actually probably like, really invasive. Sorry Jason."

Jason knew the fight the little Bird was talking about. He'd had a random wave of vertigo, barely dodged a batarang. He'd had to do his own stitches afterwards.

"...You know? Know what?"

"Okay, I should clarify. I didn't tell Batman, but I kinda needed help scrubbing everything, so I had to ask Oracle to help, so she knows, and she couldn't keep it from Nightwing, because he's felt super guilty about how he treated you, but Batman definitely does not know."

Jason sat down on the nearest chair, feeling like the wind had been ripped from his sails. He took the helmet off and dropped in on the ground in favor of running a hand through his hair.

"How can you be sure B doesn't know it's me?" He rasped, staring at nothing.

"Because can you imagine he'd leave you alone for a second if he knew you were alive, much less up the duff?"

Jason had nothing to say to that. Either Ra's had been up to some fucked up experiments while he'd been asleep, or he was the victim of miraculous conception.

The newest Robin was rambling over the speakers, but Jason ignored him and held his head in his hands. The glowing orb flashed through his mind, and Jason didn't even have the energy to curse Damian for doing stupid kid shit.

He was just thankful that the kid hadn't been a viable host.

"Tim, shut up. Do you have an ultrasound machine here?" Jason interrupted, steeling himself. He was an adult sort of, one year before it was technically true, and he could freak out later.

It was time to do adult things.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Why? Has your gyno not done one yet?"

"Don't have one, didn't know. Where is it?"

"...I probably should have broken that news to you like, way softer."

~~~~~~

Jason was...pulling back. His criminal empire was still growing strong, and he was making a shit ton of money from it, but he was pulling back from actively provoking Batman.

As much as he wanted B to be the one to kill the Joker, he knew that the older man probably wouldn't do that, and Jason wasn't going to risk getting anywhere near that maniac while he was pregnant.

Batman had certainly noticed the change in behavior, but whenever he tried to intrude into Crime Alley, Nightwing or Robin would intercept him.

Jason.

Jason wasn't sure what he wanted to do about Bruce.

Dick was slowly earning forgiveness for his pas actions, piece by piece. Tim was surprisingly good at being supportive, and Jason's hatred for him was starting to wear away to the realization that this was just a kid.

Oracle, whoever she was, had apparently designed the best security system in the world and quietly renovated an apartment into a safehouse, just for him.

He hated the charity, but it was better than what he could make at the moment with how many enemies he'd gained.

As the months passed by, he found himself hiding away in the gifted apartment more and more.

The dysphoria was...bad.

There were no more mirrors in the apartment.

The kid, which the ultrasound confirmed they were, was a small one, thank fuck. His belly had popped out, true to most pregnancies, but it was relatively contained.

It was still enough to make a horrible sense of wrongness almost knock him off his feet every time he looked down.

He was, essentially, useless.

If it wasn't for the trio of well-meaning extended family (maybe? he had his suspicions about Oracle), he probably would have just laid down on the floor of his apartment and not gotten up.

Tim, surprisingly, had adopted some stupid Alvin Draper alias and was running his crime network in his stead. He was doing a concerningly good job, actually, and Jason and Dick had exchanged more than one worried glance over the kid's head.

Dick had moved in, citing that Bruce was getting suspicious and it was easier to pretend that he'd moved back to Gotham than it was to continually make up excuses. In reality, he was making sure Jason didn't lay down and rot, keeping him active and healthy.

Jason was...trying. He was trying. But between needing to stop HRT and the changes and his fucking voice and just. Everything. All of it.

He hated it.

But he still wasn't sure what he wanted to do with the kid.

Dick and Tim had set up a nursery, just in case. Dick had also surreptitiously reached out to the Kents, also just in case. There was no judgement. If he decided to keep the kid or give it away, it would be well taken care of.

That should have been a weight off his shoulders.

But instead, he felt like he was getting worse.

He was so, so fucking tired. He was starving but he couldn't stomach the food Dickwing put in front of him. He had worked so hard to build his criminal empire, but when Tim tried to tell him about it he couldn't focus long enough understand what was being said. He knew that they were getting more and more concerned, and when he woke up one morning and vomited straight Lazarus Water, Tim snapped.

"I'm calling B."

"Tim, no, we can-"

"-No, Dick, we need to figure out what's going on! This isn't something Leslie can handle, we need Bruce!"

Maybe it was just something buried deep inside Jason, but he agreed. He wanted his dad, not a doctor. He didn't care about Tim's reasoning, he just. He agreed. He wanted Bruce.

"Do it," Jason rasped from the floor, leaning into the cold tile. "Get B."

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Jason was still on the bathroom floor when a set of far, far heavier footsteps paused at the doorway.

The wood from the doorframe creaked as whoever it was tightened their grip on it.

Their breathing stuttered. They swallowed.

The footsteps continued, and they knelt next to Jason, wordlessly running their fingers through his hair.

"Hey Jaylad," Bruce whispered, voice tight and controlled even as his hand shook. "Looks like you've got a bit of a situation. Wanna tell me what happened?"

"Got knocked up by a magic rock," Jason muttered, thoroughly enjoying the hand in his hair. "But it ain't going right, and I'm tired and hungry all the time, and I'm throwing up the Lazarus Pits."

"The magic rock info is new," he heard Tim mutter from the hall, right before he was forcibly shushed by Dick.

"Did you have any weird cravings? Any symptoms that don't normally match a pregnancy?" Bruce asked, keeping his voice calm and controlled even as he lifted Jason from the floor and into his lap. "Should I get Constantine on the phone?"

Jason let it happen, turning to hide his face from the shitshow that had been his life for the past six months and shoving it into Bruce's stupid fancy shirt.

"Had Lazarus water. Drank it. I'm hungry but I can't eat anything. I can hear the kid chirp sometimes."

"Like a bird? That's adora-"

"-Shut up Dick not now!"

"You shut up!"

"You...drank. Lazarus Water." Bruce repeated, voice stilted as he clearly started working through something in his head. "I....hm. Okay. I'm...I'm going to call Constantine." Jason couldn't help the snort at the clear distaste in Bruce's voice as he said that.

He expected Bruce to put him down and go get changed into his Batman kit.

He did not expect Bruce to adjust his hold, lean back onto the cabinets, and make the call then and there.

~~~~~~

Constantine was officially unofficially his doctor for the duration of his pregnancy.

That was not something that anyone wanted, Bruce especially.

Jason wanted to throw up and aim it at the Hellblazer, but he had a feeling the man had been covered in worse and would, at best, be unfazed.

At worst, tempted to just smear it on Jason to prove a point.

The Mage of the hour himself was hovering over Jason, eyes unfocused as his glowing hands rested on the despised baby bump.

Jason was laying on the couch, trying not to let the sound of Bruce's pacing drive him up a wall.

"That," Constantine started, head tilting as if he was listening to something. "That is a core. And a baby. And another core. Two Ghost Cores, two bodies. If you're meetin' the needs of the physical, and you're still havin' issues, prolly need to see to the spritual, love."

"Don't call him love," Bruce warned, pausing his pacing long enough to glare at the Mage.

Constantine didn't bother to acknowledge him.

"Don't suppose you've got any spare Lazarus Water lying around, eh?" The man asked instead, eyes refocusing as he removed his hands from Jason's person.

Jason shook his head, but Tim nodded his.

Everyone stared at Tim.

Tim shrugged.

"What? It's under the city. Not like anyone will miss it if we take some."

"How. Tim, how do you know that?" Dick asked, sounding a little scared.

"Because I found it? I tried throwing dead rats in it but it doesn't work on rats, so I tried larger dead animals that had gotten down there-"

"-B you've raised Dr. Frankenstein," Jason groaned, covering his eyes from the realities of a mad scientist little brother.

"But I'm not an undead being stitched together?" Tim asked.

"You uncultured swine," Jason snarled, practically throwing himself into a sitting position and was quickly met with Constantine trying to wrangle him back down. "It's common fucking knowledge that Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster, and if you paid any attention in English class-"

"-I'm gonna go get Lazarus Water okay bye!" Tim shouted, bolting for the door.

~~~~~~

Jason drank his fifth juice pack of Lazarus Water, finally starting to feel like himself again, and stared at Bruce.

Bruce, to his credit, was clearly trying very hard not to stare back.

Jason imagined this was rather hard, given that he couldn't stop fucking purring. Apparently, that was a Thing that his body could and would do, according to his unofficial doctor.

Dick and Tim were helping Constantine put the Lazarus Water into the juice packets, all of them desperately pretending that they weren't there at all and trying to be as quiet as possible.

"So, Hellblazer. Nothing to say about the Big Bad Batman?" Jason asked, eyes never leaving said man.

"Not particularly any of my business, mate. I don't really care one way or another."

Bruce actually looked a little put out at that, much to Jason's satisfaction.

"I imagine you have questions," Jason sighed, finishing off his juice pack.

Bruce finally turned to look at him head on, gaze steady.

"They can wait. Do you have any plans for...this?" Bruce didn't motion towards Jason's stomach, but he didn't have to.

"...Maybe. I don't even really know what this is." Jason muttered, sinking further into his chair.

"I told you, love, it's a baby. With a ghost core. It was probably an adult ghost, at one point, but if it was cracked near as bad as you say, it was either reincarnate or disappear." Constantine shrugged, taping another stupid tiny straw to another juice box and moving to repeat the action. "Either way, since it's reincarnation, the baby ain't gonna know tit from tat. 'S just a baby."

That. Damn. If he'd been faced with the same choice, he probably would have done the same thing.

"You keep saying that. What does a ghost core do when it's in a human?" Bruce asked, knuckles white on the couch's armrest.

"Dunno, haven't seen it before. Heard of it, though. Just makes the person powerful, but now sure how much. Flight is definitely gonna be there, though, so I'd ask supes for some pointers." Constantine answered without really answering, true to form for him.

Jason heaved himself up and waved everyone off as they started to get to their own feet to help him. "I'm gonna take a nap. Snipe at each other in here and don't fucking bother me."

~~~~~~

Jason was disgusting.

Alfred and Bruce and everyone else assured him he wasn't, but he absolutely was.

It was so bad he'd gone ahead and, without informing anybody, arranged for an induced labor at Gotham General as soon as he could.

He didn't want to deal with Dick getting scared and frantic, or Tim overplanning and having a mental breakdown, or Bruce's rigid shoulders as he both tried to apologize and do something stupid like take over from the actual doctor.

Alfred would probably be composed, but if Alfred acted a little off then they'd know.

Hell, Jason had started getting some Braxdon hicks contractions and he swore he watched Bruce's hair grey in real time.

So at the eight and a half month mark, Jason lied to everyone and told them he was going to another safehouse to get away from their coddling.

He ignored their objections and reached for the keys to his car-

-and pissed himself.

Or, it felt like he did.

The apartment went dead silent as everyone looked down.

Then the contractions really hit.

~~~~~~

Bruce actually did try to take over the maternity ward and do the doctors jobs.

Jason was delighted to have an excuse to kick him out.

He couldn't force the man to avenge his murder, but he could make him wait in the waiting room like the rest of the peasants.

Alfred he allowed to stay, though.

~~~~~~

Jason still hadn't decided what to do with the kid.

He didn't know if he was gonna send them off to a farm or if he was gonna keep them.

So he let himself hold them, to see if any of the disgust he'd felt during the pregnancy had been directed at the kid or if it was all just him hating how he looked.

The little bean of a child, eyes bluer than his own, proceeded to free one arm to pull on Jason's bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Ah.

Nah, the hatred had been towards how he looked.

This one was his, the Kents could get visitation rights.

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rubydubydoo122 · 5 months

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Broke: Catherine Todd died of a heroin overdose and Willis Todd was an angry deadbeat alcoholic goon

Woke: Catherine Todd died of Cancer and Willis Todd worked for Two-Face to make ends meet

Bespoke: Catherine Todd died because she had Cancer, but could no longer afford Chemo, so Willis Todd took the job with Two-Face to help Catherine. Except he got arrested leaving Catherine with a low source of income so she had to rely on other sources for pain relief. And it’s Gotham so whatever meds she got weren’t safe.

Stop villainizing Willis. Stop simplifying Catherine’s situation. Sheila and Bruce are fair game, but Willis and Catherine were good people in a bad situation.

#jason todd #batfam #batman #red hood #dc comics #catherine todd #willis todd #sheila haywood #bruce wayne #Catherine and Willis obviously loved Jason so much #and wanted him to be a good person #otherwise he wouldn’t have ratted out ma Gunn to Batman

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oifaaa · 9 months

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I'm sorry but are people actually surprised to find out that Jason is in fact a mass murderer like poisoning 83 people in prison isn't exactly a woopsie guys

#dc #jason todd #tho this is why im always saying #i prefer when jasons a straight up villain #rather then the weird watered down kinda hero he currently is #hes not a good person and i prefer him like that #tho this is also why i say jason should be the first one you take away when your drawing the batfam and dont want to draw all of them

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donnatroyyyy · 3 months

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I’m BEGGING y’all to stop erasing the fact that Bruce didn’t adopt Dick for the LONGEST TIME EVER. That’s what gives their relationship that kick. That’s also one of the main sources of their misunderstandings which is an inherent constant in their story.

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bluejaysandblackbats · 1 month

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The Spin Out

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: Jason Todd returns to Gotham after three years for the final time to win enough money to pay off Sheila’s debts.

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character

Additional Tags: Street Racing AU, No Capes AU, Jason Todd-centric, Hurt Jason Todd, Bad Parent Sheila Haywood, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Hurt/Comfort, Organized Crime, Jason Todd has Trust Issues, Jason Todd is Not Okay, Good Person Jason Todd, Stalker Bruce Wayne, Secret Identities, Secrets, Angst

Chapter Five: Noise

Jason worked until six-thirty and watched Honey lock up. “You’re not bad… You’ll make assistant manager in no time—.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on staying long. This is a summer gig,” Jason interrupted. Honey looked at him.

“An eighteen-year-old kid uprooting his whole life to work at a garage in Gotham? What’s your deal?” Honey asked.

“Financial trouble… And my friend helped me get a job here,” Jason replied, “And rent is dirt cheap, so I can save more money.”

“We have dinner at someone’s house once a week, and this week it’s Morgan’s if you’d like to come tonight,” Honey suggested.

“I would love to, but I made plans with someone tonight. Thank you, though. I appreciate that you invited me,” Jason smiled as he grabbed his helmet. “And thank you for being so patient with me.”

“You didn’t require any patience. You work faster than people who’ve been here for years. See you at noon,” Honey reassured him. Jason smiled.

“See you tomorrow, Honey,” Jason replied. Jason hopped on his bike, put his helmet on, and rode home.

He took his coveralls in the doorway and tossed them in the hamper before taking the note out of his sock. “Dear Jay, this time with you has been an adventure. I can’t wait to have you in the sunlight where you glimmer and gleam. Things will be different someday. We’ll settle in a place with a warm climate, and you’ll be happy. I know you don’t belong in Gotham. You shine too brightly for the grim and grey darkness of that city.

“My sweet boy. Until then, we live like outlaws. Love, Mommy,” Jason read the note aloud. He hated when she used that word, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her. Outlaws. He didn’t leave Gotham to live the life of a criminal, bouncing from country to country, and never settling anywhere.

He showered and changed into a striped t-shirt and loose-fitting jeans. He didn’t bother with his hair. Jason lit a cigarette and smoked on the fire escape. His phone rang. “Hi, Uncle Jeremy,” Jason whispered. He blew smoke through his nose.

“How was your first day?” Jeremy asked.

“It was alright. The garage is nicer than some of the ones I worked in. I’m shadowing a lady named Honey, and she’s nice,” Jason replied.

“Pretty?” Jeremy asked.

“Oh… Um… I don’t have a crush on her, but I guess she’s pretty,” Jason answered. “Um… I’m gonna pick something up tomorrow at the store before dinner. What do the kids like?”

“Jace you don’t have to—.”

“Please,” Jason interrupted.

“Brownies… No nuts, though. No one’s allergic. We don’t like ‘em,” Jeremy replied. Jason smiled.

“Cool, I can do that,” Jason replied, “And Uncle Jeremy?”

“Yeah?” Jeremy questioned.

“I—. When should I start worrying about nightmares?” Jason asked.

“You’re having nightmares again?” Jeremy questioned. Jason made a soft noise.

“Jace, can I ask you what your nightmares are about?”

“Um… I—. I don’t know,” Jason mumbled. A lie.

“How often are you having them? If it’s on and off every once in a while—.”

“I’m having nightmares every night… Whenever I close my eyes. It started happening two weeks ago,” Jason explained.

“And you don’t know what the nightmares are about?” Jeremy questioned. Jason didn’t answer. “You don’t have to tell me what they’re about if it makes you feel better.”

“I know what they’re about… I haven’t had dreams like this ever,” Jason replied, “And I can’t help but feel like something’s wrong with me… Something—.”

“Jason, do you wanna come by? Wanna talk face-to-face?” Jeremy interrupted. Jason took a long drag from his cigarette and choked. “Jason, what are you doing?”

“Standing on the fire escape, having a ciggie,” Jason answered. He took another drag, blew out air, and spat.

“A ciggie… I see your six months in Australia didn’t change you,” Jeremy teased. Jason chuckled. “Wanna come over? You don’t have to meet anyone—.”

“That’d be rude. I can’t—. I can’t do that. Thank you, though. Thanks, Uncle Jeremy,” Jason stammered, “I’ll be there for dinner tomorrow night, but I think—. I’m gonna take a ride to clear my head.”

“Okay. Be safe, Kiddo… And get something to eat,” Jeremy whispered, “If you change your mind, you can stop by any time.”

“Thanks, and I will,” Jason sighed as he put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the windowsill. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Sounds good. I look forward to seeing you, too,” Jeremy replied. Jason hung up, grabbing his jacket and helmet on his way out. He drove to a club in the diamond district. They let him in, and he ordered a drink at the bar. The noise canceled out his thoughts.

“Vodka soda on the rocks, please,” Jason requested. It’d been two years. Twenty-six months since Jason stepped foot in Gotham. He remembered his last week there in flashes. Arguments. Spinning out on empty roads. Clutching his birth certificate on the plane ride to Ethiopia. He didn’t say goodbye.

It didn’t take Jason long to get drunk. He didn’t drink often, so his tolerance was low. Jason found himself on the dancefloor. He glanced at his phone, realizing that he’d lost an hour. He felt hands travel up his chest and underneath his shirt. He removed the hands and left the club without looking back. He didn’t drive. He couldn’t. He called Jeremy. “Hey, Kid,” Jeremy whispered, “You okay?”

“Can ya come gemme?” Jason slurred.

“Oh, god… Okay—.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason mumbled with tears in his eyes.

“It’s—.”

“I’m sorry, Uncle Jermy,” Jason cried, “I dun’—.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad. Send me your location... And while you do that, can you tell me what happened?” Jeremy asked.

Jason staggered toward the trash can and threw up. “Michael?” Jeremy asked.

“I feel sick… I wanna go home,” Jason muttered as he clumsily sent Jeremy his location.

“I’ll get you. Stay on the phone… Talk to me,” Jeremy requested. Jason made a soft noise. “It’s good to be close to family when things like this happen. I was much worse when I was your age. I remember when your dad had to swim to save me because I jumped off a bridge in my skivvies. I was half-frozen and bruised from smacking the water… Actually… Willis and I were pretty tight back then.” Jeremy chuckled.

“When?” Jason asked.

“Hm… I think—. Oh, that’s right! I was sixteen, so it was a year before you came along. It was one of the last times we hung out,” Jeremy answered, “He must’ve chewed me out the whole way home. Sheila was at work, so he let me borrow some of his clothes, and I stayed the night. I remember because he had Seven on VHS.”

Jason’s breathing slowed as he wiped his eyes. “I’ve never seen it,” Jason replied.

“We should watch it sometime,” Jeremy replied, “I think your old man would’ve liked us to be close.”

“You think so?” Jason asked.

“Mhm… Are you alright? I’m almost there,” Jeremy stated coolly.

“Uh-huh. Uncle Juh—.” Jason gagged. “Uncle Jeremy, are you sure you’re not mad?”

“I’m not mad at you… You’re my only nephew. You were right to call me,” Jeremy replied.

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spacedace · 1 year

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Yo here have this dp x dc snippet from ages ago I forgot I wrote until I found it just now lol:

Joker had died just after sunset, when darkness had settled fully on Gotham. Beaten horribly with a blunt, metal object of sickeningly familiar description, then finally killed in the concussive force of an explosion from the various bombs the warehouse had been filled with.

It felt obvious who it had to be.

Except, of course, that Dick was looking at cctv footage and official court documents showing just how fucking impossible it was for Jason to have finally taken the clown out for good.

At the time everything had to have happened his little brother was across the city, in a public place, with official witnesses.

Official, official witnesses. They - one Margaret Tinsel - had signed their name as such, right next to their notary stamp and the date on the marriage license.

Marriage License.

Because Jay had been over at the courthouse next to city hall getting married.

Dick only found out he’d been dating Jasmine Nightingale a couple of weeks ago. He hadn’t even properly met her yet, just saw her from the roof across the street as she and Jay sat on her fire escape sharing a pint of ice cream, laughing and looking stupidly adorable and smitten with each other. And now they’re married.

How in the fuck was he going to explain this? Bruce was already spiraling on the idea that Jay had killed Joker, he’d want specific details on just how tight of an alibi Jason had for the crime. He’d want to see that proof himself.

And then he’d want to talk to Jay. Who hadn’t told any of them what the fuck was going on in his personal life. Who had very purposefully tried to keep Jasmine Nightingale - shit, no she applied for a name change, they both had, they were both Nightingale-Todd now - away from the family and their meddling.

Babs on the other end of the line seemed to share his utter loss over the situation.

“I did some digging.” She said, drawn out enough to let him know that whatever she found - while not bad - sure as shit wasn’t going to make things any easier to explain. “They’ve uh…as best I can tell, they’ve been dating for about three years now.”

Three years.

Jesus Christ. How in the hell is he going to break that news? Did he even break that news? That’s something that Jay should do.

Except Jay just got married less than two hours ago at the same time the Joker was violently - and karmically satisfyingly - murdered and there was absolutely no way that letting Bruce go over there to talk to Jay while all Batman-ed up was going to lead to anything but a fight, which means that he has to break that news or else Jay and his new wife - his wife holy fucking shit - are going to have to deal with a pissed off Batman on their honeymoon and -

“Oh.” Tim said from where he’d come to stand at Dick’s shoulder at some point during his internal freak out. “I guess they decided to do the courthouse thing after all.”

The train wreck of Dick’s thought process, at that point, entirely exploded.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #jazz fenton #jason todd #dick grayson #barbara gordon #the joker #anger management #anger management ship #dp x dc anger management #tim drake #poor Dick is just having a *time* with all of this #How does Tim know?#Dating Danny & has the inside scoop?#Just knows everything about the personal lives of his family because stalking is his love language?#Was just a really damn good detective & thought everyone else also knew?#combination of all the above?#who knows!#Major perk of dating/marrying the adopted daughter of the Ancient of time is that as long as kt doesn’t risk the timeline #Clockwork will totally let you time travel so you can kill that mother fucking evil clown while having the most solid alibi ever #(Danny & Jazz helped along with like half the ghosts in Gotham because Joker was the cause of SO MANY deaths)#batfam

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