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bluejaysandblackbats · 2 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: 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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redsray · 4 months

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Batfam AU where Jason never dies, so Tim doesn't join the family the standard way. Instead, he continues pouring most of his time and energy into his photography, eventually becoming known as a popular photographer for events and all that. So now, picture this: Tim gets hired to be a photographer for a Wayne gala. Obviously, he's ecstatic, because he can take pictures of Batman, Robin and Nightwing and be in their presence for a whole night. Since Tim is so naturally talented in stealth and taking pictures unnoticed, the second one of the fam realises this they're like: this kid is good. Tim manages to go unnoticed by all 3 of them (all bat-trained, one literally batman) multiple times during the night, and even when he is noticed, he disappears before they can manage to get a good look at him; to the sheer amazement of Dick and Jason.

Jason, (very discreetly putting snacks in his suit pocket): i know you're under the table, kid.

Tim: don't mind me, Mr. Todd-Wayne, sir, just taking a few pictures

Jason: right... Jason's fine, and what pictures were you taking from under the table?!

Tim, showing him perfectly good shots of him: these.

Jason: how did you get that. it looks like you took it from the rafters

Tim, nodding: I did.

Jason, glancing at the ceiling: ...what?

Tim, gone:

Jason: no fucking way.

Dick, hearing a very, very faint camera shutter from behind him:

Dick, turning around and finding no one there: what the actual...

Dick, getting the feeling of being watched and whirling around to find Tim staring at him from across the room: ... huh.

Jason, pulling Dick aside: you see that kid too, right?!

Dick, nodding: the camera kid, yeah?

Jason: who is that.

Dick: he's one of the hired photographers, apparently. one of the best in his field, despite his age.

Jason: he's good. like, really good. snuck up on me 4 times already, the little bastard.

Dick: you too? i swear he's constantly watching. it's creepy how well he can sneak past both of us.

Jason:

Dick:

Jason: you don't think...

Dick: no. B would've told us.

Jason:

Dick:

Dick: did he get another kid and not tell us somehow

Bruce: what do you mean another kid?

Jason: you heard us. did you adopt another kid and not tell us?!

Bruce: no?? how would I even?? ... what's this about?

Dick: one of the photographers has managed to sneak up on both me and Jay multiple times already

Bruce: what.

Jason: he also can't be more than like. 15 or 16. so forgive us for assuming you took another one in.

Bruce: do you know his name?

Dick:

Jason:

Bruce: really?

Dick: in our defence, he's very hard to catch. i wouldn't be surprised if he's snuck up on you, too.

[camera shutter noise]

All of them, whipping their heads toward the sound only to find nothing but air:

Tim, smiling from the other side of the room:

Jason: do you see what we mean?!

Cue an entire night of shenanigans where it's just Dick, Jason and Bruce trying to catch Tim and learn about him. Upon finding out who he is and where he lives, Dick immediately asks to keep him as an honorary member of the family. Jason is hesitant at first but at some point Tim calls Bruce Batman instead of Mr. Wayne on accident and Jason laughs so hard he's basically won over. Bruce can do nothing but watch as Tim proceeds to come over almost every night for sleepovers and is coddled by both of his sons. And he can't deny, the kid's investigation and stealth skills are top tier. By the time Dick and Jason both start referring to Tim as 'their younger brother' Bruce has just accepted his fate.

#batfam #batman #dc comics #tim drake #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #batfam au #dick: look he's even got the dark hair and blue eyes #jason: he fits the pattern. you gotta #dick to tim: you are ours now #tim who just wanted to spend time with his heroes: oh #they declare him as theirs so he is theirs #bruce does not get a choice #he is THEIR little stalker #when jason finds out that tim follows them as vigilantes too he falls over laughing #dick wiping a tear away: he's perfect

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damianwaynerocks · 1 year

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“jason todd is the crazy one” “no it’s damian” tim drake committed several acts of terrorism

#well actually only like five acts of terrorism #but still!!#tim drake trying to convince people that bruce wasn’t dead was #so fun honestly #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #red robin #robin #red hood #nightwing #batfamily headcanons #also isn’t he an art thief too #and like #kinda sorta a creepy little stalker fella #like joe goldberg but altruistic

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atherea · 4 months

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“It, uh. Had a virus.”

“So you smashed it?” Bruce, usually quite composed, looked baffled.

“Yeah?” Tim said, like it should be obvious, “I didn’t want it to spread to my other appliances.”

Bruce looked astounded by Tim’s sheer stupidity.

fanart of ch19 of @wesslan's cards on the table, i read this all last night and its been wired in my brain since then oh my god i love all the silly moments in this fic

#dc #batman #tim drake #bruce wayne #batfam #i love this silly little stalker hustler child #i think this is the first time i've attempted a comic i hope i managed to capture the same vibes as the fic ahh #tuna art #traditional art

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betterthanbatman1 · 3 days

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Instead of: Batman leaves Jason alone with Sheila in Bosnia

I give you: Batman leaves Jason alone at the checkout line to go grab the milk he forgot

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ahfrickenfrick · 2 months

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love the idea that batman is thought to be a cryptid, and most pictures are really blurry and look doctored (most are)

and that tim is the first person to get a clear picture of batman and then robin. he always thinks about posting them; but then never does,

and then he soon becomes robin, slinking through the dark, leaving whispers and laughs in people’s ears, keeping the idea of the cryptid family alive

#batman is the bigfoot of gotham #:/#(i understand mothman would make a little more sense but like bigfoot in funnier)#dc comics #batman #dc #tim drake #stalker tim drake #that’s such a funny tag #cryptid #cryptid batfam #cryptid batman #robin #dc robin #bruce wayne #photographer tim drake #raaa so normal about this

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msfcatlover · 7 months

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Bruce: “Tim, I need to go train to regain my skills. I don’t want Jean-Paul to try to kill you again, but I do need to ask a favor.”

Tim: “And here I thought you’d lost all faith in me for failing to control him before. No problem, I’ll win your faith back! What do I need to do?”

Bruce: “You don’t need to prove anything. I just need you to stalk him.”

Bruce: “I mean surveil him.”

Bruce: “Just until I get back—”

Tim, already holding his camera: “Not that I’m complaining about the easiest assignment in the world, but if you’re feeling bad about doubting me, a simple apology would do.”

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yjcorefourenjoyer · 7 months

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an AU where Tim, during his stalker arc, did not just follow the bats but also criminals.

Like he would be taking some pictures of the bats while on a rooftop, look over and see a man breaking into an office building, stealing some files. So obviously he followed the suspicious man to his hideout. So of course he saw that suspicious man give that file to one of the many rich people he’s seen at galas.

oh. oh.

He could use that….

…..You’d be surprised how much this happens. Over and over again new people try and use the night to hide their crimes. But the flash of a little boy’s camera brings it to light.

Tim, (if he didn’t want or need the blackmail) gave the evidence to the GCPD to promptly arrest the people he’s seen while following the bats. He gives it anonymously with only 4 words written on the outside of the envelope containing the pictures.

“Here’s some Photo evidence”

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Photo evidence origin story

Part 2

#tim drake #batfamily #batfam #red robin #dc comics #dick grayson #jason todd #stalker tim drake #tim drake wayne #dc batman #red robin dc #damian wayne #bruce wayne #batman #batman and robin #bat family #batboys #photo evidence au

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umbrellacam · 2 months

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Tales of the Teen Titans #53 - Dick and Kory vs. Donna and Terry; very cute doubles match inside Titans Tower

Batman (Vol. 1) #468 - Tim practicing against a ball machine at Wayne Manor. Bizarrely, he's shown playing both left- and right-handed in different panels (but primarily left). Artist mistake Ambidextrous Tim evidence?!

#Dick and Tim #Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #I know tennis is just a sport young men of a certain social class could easily be expected to play #especially in this time period (1985 and 1991 respectively)#and Dick and Tim are both athletic and shown to be good at a lot of sports #also Jack Drake is into tennis to some extent - he dragged Tim along to that “Tennis Open” in Gotham in Prodigal pt 4-5 #so quite possibly it's something the Drake family might have done together #but my brain still goes brothersssss :) <3 #if Tim knew Dick played (which I bet he did the lil stalker) I could see him being happy to keep up with it. because Robin plays tennis! :D #little brother behavior #they so got onto a court together at some point #and had fun trying to leave as many bruises as possible smacking balls into each other #Donna Troy #Terry Long #Koriand'r #Bruce Wayne #Titans #dcu #DC Comics panels #batfam #Cam posts #Cam reads comics #Dick and Donna #tennis

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to-the-stars8 · 3 months

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Random thought for too early in the morning, but do you guys think that (in universe) Batman, Red Hood, and especially Nightwing have stalkers? Like some really weird ass (civilian) people who are OBSESSED with them. For instance, Batman is constantly harassed by some lady in Arkansas named Jennie who knows a bit too much about him. I’m talking like serious stalkers here.

#and we’re not talking Tim as a stalker either lol #jason todd #red hood #dick Grayson #nightwing #Bruce Wayne #Batman #stalker #dc comics #batfamily #I chose not to do the younger ones bc I feel like kids having stalkers is absolutely more creepy

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bluejaysandblackbats · 2 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: 4/?

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

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character

Chapter Four: The Garage

Jason picked up his bike in Philadelphia while his uncle got lunch at a sandwich shop. “Zamora says she’ll give you a test run at the end of the week… But you’ll work in the auto shop in the meantime. My dad says he can get you a burner and locations as soon as you get a car,” the man explained. Jason nodded as he gassed up the bike. “Are you sure you want in? Street racing in Gotham is a whole different game. It can get messy—.”

“I know… That’s where I started,” Jason interrupted.

The man ran a hand over his face. “How long have you been racing?” the man questioned.

“I’ve been racing for four years, but I’ve been driving since I was a kid,” Jason answered, “I’ve gotta meet somebody at the—. I gotta go soon.”

“Alright, man… I’ll let you go,” the man replied.

Jason rode toward the sandwich shop to meet with Jeremy. “You didn’t have to rush, Jace. I would’ve waited for you,” Jeremy replied. Jason sat down and shook his head as he tore into his food.

“Wow,” Jason mumbled, “That’s good.”

“I know,” Jeremy replied as he sipped his soda. “Have you thought about going to school?”

“Like college?” Jason asked. Jeremy nodded.

“Yeah. You’re a smart kid. I’m sure you could test into a good school—.”

“I don’t stay in one place long enough. It wouldn’t make sense for me to come here long-term,” Jason interrupted.

Jason and Jeremy parted ways once they arrived in Gotham. Jason headed to his apartment to shower and freshen up. His aunt and uncle furnished the entire apartment. It was so beautiful that Jason nearly forgot he was in Gotham. He showered and unpacked, smoking a cigarette while he looked for something to wear. His phone rang, and he answered on the first ring. “Yeah?” Jason answered.

“Do you have the address?” the woman on the phone questioned. He’d never spoken to the woman before.

“I do,” Jason answered, “I’m getting dressed right now.”

“You’re coming in today?” she asked. Jason made a soft noise. “We thought you’d want to settle in. I heard you’ve come a long way.”

“I like to keep busy. I’ve been that way since I was a kid. I’ll be there in less than an hour,” Jason replied, “I can get to work right away.”

“Cool… Good,” the woman replied, “Your friend said you were young. You sound a lot older on the phone. How old are you?”

“Oh, I’m eighteen. I’m almost nineteen,” Jason answered.

“Wow,” the woman whispered, “Okay. I’ll see you soon, Kid.” She hung up, and Jason put his cigarette out in the ashtray and dressed in navy coveralls. They were old and beat-up and covered in patches that Sheila sewed on. Sheila bought him his first pair of short-sleeved coveralls for working on his car. He remembered the first time he got a tear on the leg. He was convinced she’d be upset and returned home in despair. Sheila cut up a bandana and sewed on the first of fifteen patches. They were his favorite coveralls as a reminder of his happier times with Sheila. Sheila. He was supposed to call Sheila.

Jason dialed Sheila’s number and sat at the edge of his bed. “Jason! Are you in Gotham?” Sheila asked.

“I am. Hi, Mom. You weren’t worried, were you? I’ve been with Uncle Jeremy. He wanted to pick me up in Florida. I settled into the apartment. Now, I’m on my way to work. Are you working nights?” Jason asked.

“Yeah. I couldn’t sleep at home anyway… I miss my best friend,” Sheila whispered. Jason’s face scrunched into a disconcerted scowl, and he sucked in a breath of air.

“Mom, I love you,” Jason whispered.

“Yeah, kiddo. I love you too,” Sheila replied, “Jason… Did you eat today?”

“Yeah. I ate in Philly with Uncle Jeremy. I’ll stop by their place for dinner later in the week,” Jason answered, “I um—.”

“Did you get the note I left in your pocket?” Sheila interrupted. “The pocket of your navy coveralls… The pair with the patches.” Jason patted his pockets until he heard paper crinkle. He pulled the note out of his pocket. “Are you wearing them? I knew you’d wear them on your first day! Jason, don’t read it until I hang up. Okay?”

“Okay, Mom. I won’t… I’ll tuck it in my sock until I get there. Um, I—. Mom? Will you be awake on Sunday after mass? I’m going at seven-thirty, so I’ll be out by nine-thirty. That’s two in the afternoon,” Jason explained.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I was talking to the anesthesiologist. What were you saying?” Sheila asked.

“Mom, I want to call you after mass. Will you be awake at two-thirty on Sunday?” Jason questioned.

“My two-thirty or yours?” Sheila replied.

“Yours, Mother,” Jason answered.

“Okay, son… I love you,” Sheila whispered. Jason smiled.

“Love you, Mom,” Jason replied as he hung up and put the note in his sock. Jason locked up and headed straight for the auto shop. When he arrived, he made a phone call.

He knocked on the front desk. “Michael Haywood… I’m the new mechanic,” Jason whispered. A young woman with large round glasses and a little round face looked up.

“What?” she asked.

“Oh… Um, I’m Michael Haywood,” Jason repeated. The woman at the front desk pressed a button and picked up the phone.

“There’s a Michael Haywood here,” she stated. “Yes. I’ll—. I’ll send him through immediately.” She hung up and gestured with her pointer finger for Jason to follow her. The front desk girl led Jason to an office down the hall and knocked on the door. “Sorry, Michael. I’m Bailee Heston. Welcome.”

Jason smiled. “Thanks. It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” Jason replied. The door opened, and a tall blonde woman in heels ushered him in.

“Okay… Michael?” she asked. Jason nodded. “How’d you get here? What are you driving?”

“Suzuki GSX-8S… I don’t have a car right now,” Jason answered. She wrote something down on a notepad.

“How long’s it been since you raced?” the woman questioned. She caught the cap of her pen in her teeth.

“Two months,” Jason answered. She spun around in her chair.

“Okay… Come with me,” the woman smiled. Jason knit his brows together. “Oh, you don’t know my name… I’m Yasmin Zamora. I’ve heard all about you. Do you have any questions?”

“No, you’ll tell me what I need to know,” Jason answered. Yasmin stood up and took Jason to the garage.

“How long have you been working on cars?” Yasmin asked.

“Since I was a little boy… About ten or eleven years,” Jason replied. Yasmin grinned.

“Do you mind going out there and shadowing Honey?” Yasmin questioned. She lifted her shades in the office and pointed to a young woman with short-cropped red hair and thick-soled black boots. “She works better when she’s got someone to talk to.”

“I’m not much of a talker,” Jason replied.

“Well, you can listen. I’m sure she’d like that just as much,” Yasmin replied, “Come with me.” Jason followed her to the garage where he met Honey, but not before an older man met them. He wasn’t quite middle-aged but wasn’t in his twenties either.

“Morgan Short,” he introduced himself. Jason shook his hand.

“Michael Haywood,” Jason replied. Yasmin escorted Jason to Honey.

“You must be the new guy,” Honey replied. Her Jersey accent was almost thicker than Jason’s used to be. He had to fight the urge to guess the part of Gotham she grew up in.

“Michael Haywood,” Jason replied.

“I’m Honey Bigsby. You’re shadowing me for the next week and a half,” Honey replied, “I’ve got him now Yasmin.” Yasmin smiled, touching Jason’s arm as she returned to her office, leaving him with his new coworkers.

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Danny had been following...ok, stalking his bio dad for a while now. He didn't have anywhere to go after Amity blew up and Clockwork just came out of no where almost a week after the initial incident to pretty much say, "Hey! You're adopted! Also you're a clone baby! This is the name and main alias of your parent and here's how you get to your home dimension!" Then he was gone.

Ancients.

Again, its not like he had anywhere to go and he had nothing better to do. So following around his fourteen year old father (his original?) and his scary bat mentor around a gross crime filled city at night seemed better than nothing. It felt kinda wierd calling him dad in his head but at the same time he didn't want to call him anything else. His inner Jazz said it might be his subconscious grasping for any safe or familial connections it can find, but whatever. He'll call him dad. Who will ever know?

He knows Clockwork told him not to interfere with any of the battles here. He was only ever meant to be a fly on the wall (actually he wasn't even supposed to be here but the old stopwatch couldn't really stop him) but it was so frustrating to see this Red Hood guy appear one day and start hurting his dad and not being able to do anything without exposing himself.

But nothing prepared him for the new Robin.

He hated the new Robin. He had everything Danny ever wanted and he chose to treat his family like that? The anger he felt towards RH was nothing compared to what he felt towards the new little bird. Damian would look around whenever he was alone, likely feeling they eyes on him from Phantoms intense glare. Good. He wanted the kid to know he was unwelcome.

Danny may have died at eight and become a superhero, but that didn't mean he couldn't hate another child vigilante if he was given enough reason to. Danny stopped aging after the explosion that ruined his afterlife and his inner Jazz had a lot of theories about that but in reality he knew why.

He had been waiting.

He knew the bats were mortal and one day Batman would be too old to fight and Robin -now Red Robin- would need a protégé of his own, right? Then he'd pop in and reveal himself as Tim Drakes long lost clone son and everything would be perfect.

Damian didn't just put a wrench in those plans. He ruined them entirely! If Batman is replaced by Damian than Red Robin will likely always be a sidekick.

And sidekicks don't need sidekicks of thier own.

So Phantom made it his afterlifes mission to make Damians stay in Gotham as miserable as possible to make him leave. He would make sure Damian would go back to whereever he came from at the first available opportunity, even if he had to possess the whole city to do it.

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Danny took cover with some other kids in a nearby clothing store. The riddler was one of Batmans common rogues and was dangerous. He and the others watched in horror as a third party, likely a gang of some kind that didn't appreciate a hero battle on thier turf, stupidly fired a freaking rocket launcher at the two of them. The projectile missed the mark by a large margin and hit a nearby business tower, sending rubble and debris down of the two fighters. Riddler was quickly pinned while Batman eventually got pinned after a few really cool evasive maneuvers. Red Robin went to assist while Robin went to fight the gang members. A lucky shot from one of the gang members got RR in the leg, sending him down momentarily.

Danny managed to rally the other kids to help dig Batman and Riddler out from where they were trapped by stealing a bunch of black hoodies for them to wear and ripping up a black shirt for them to wear as blindfolds. They could see out of them just fine, but it would hide thier identities from all parties.

Together they rescued the pair and Danny silently rejoiced at helping Red Robin limp away and treat his wound at a safer location. As much as he wanted to let this interaction last, he knew he had to bouce once RR started asking him questions.

Phantom later looked at himself in the reflection of a piece of building material. He had been told before that a ghosts appearance could change based on significant events in thier afterlives. Seeing his former symbol on his chest had disappeared and the smooth crisp edges of the black blindfold that had materialized on his face he knew what had happened. And he knew he would do anything to be with his father again.

His efforts to get rid of Damian intensified.

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #danny fenton #danny phantom #robin #damian wayne #tim drake #red robin #batman #bruce wayne #oh boy #tim drakes clone baby #stalker clone baby phantom au #danny: why wont you go away?!?!#damian: i swear someones out to get me!#tim: its probably bad karma for all the stuff you did

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celaenaeiln · 9 months

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something i’d love to see more of is angsty rebellious teenage dick grayson. i don’t know why i enjoy the trope but the image of dick “golden boy” grayson getting plastered with roy as he slowly sinks into depression before somewhat getting his shit together is an interesting picture

also he just seems like the guy to get impulsive piercings. dunno why

oooh yeah that fantasy's a guilty a pleasure of mine.

I am 1000000000% an enforcer of Dick was not an angry robin. And he wasn't because the comics show just how happy his demeanor was and how fun he is. But angsty teen Dick? 16/17 year old Dick?

I LOVE IT.

Again throwing a little bit of canon in

"When we started this you were open and encouraging. You were my father...but these last few years...all you've been doing is trying to control me even more."

This is so loaded.

The anger Dick feels when Bruce is trying control him, trying to lock him in a cage in the batcave because of worry, has so much ao3 potential.

Like angsty teen dick is so complicated to think about because Bruce acts a bit like an alcoholic father and Dick's compartmentalization issues come from his parents' death. So what would this result in?

I have no fcking clue.

Because Dick would totally get wasted with Roy, hazy blue eyes staring emptily into space, watching with a flushed cheeks as his short black hair fans out on the back of a beaten blue couch at Roy's place, just breaking down quietly as Roy rants and screams about life's injustices in the background, slinging an arm around Dick and jostling him.

Or maybe he and Roy would also go bar hopping, both of them sloppy drunk, laughing and crying at the same time while they max out their daddies' credit cards and then crash somewhere in someone's pool. Maybe they end up inadvertently on Katy Perry's Friday Night music video.

Or maybe Dick would be a hurricane of disaster, lashing out with knives of sharpened words stabbing the deepest, sorest spots of pain in people, his anger alighting a fire in all. He would be magnificent, ferocious, and catastrophic.

He could be any of these three and all three at once.

He would feel the need to act out if Bruce was becoming more controlling.

BUT AT THE SAME TIME, Dick raised Bruce and that perpetually sense of responsibility he's instilled into himself from a young age as well as his self-sufficiency is never erased so one night he would be blacked out from the excessive alcohol but next morning 6'o clock his body's walking up and he's going through his morning routine like a machine and out the door to work. He just keeps going like this day and day until he collapses and the titans intervene or Bruce drags him back to the manor, screaming in love and fear and Dick screams back and the cycle begins.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #135

Like canonically Dick ran away from home at 16, got a job, got caught up in a major anarchist group, and did a whole freaking investigation while Bruce sulked in the cave because Dick ran away.

There's so much angsty dick potential that could go in so many ways because he's such a complex character that all of them apply.

LOL!!! I totally think he would get impulsive piercings too. Maybe when he's drunk and pissed and then the next day he would wake up be like wtf. He'd sit in turmoil and a little regret for a while and then be like whatever because these piercing are freaking cool.

Bonus: no one (except the og titans and Alfred bc Dick never keeps anything from Alfred and the titans are family) ever find out about the piercings and it's kept a tightly guarded secret until a decade later when he does something in the batcave and one of the batkids notice and they're like, "DICK YOU HAVE A PIERCING?!" The rest of them just about break their neck whipping their head around to look at him. Dick just shrugs nonchalantly because time has tempered him and goes, "oh yeah. I guess. I forgot." Bruce passes out and wakes up on the floor to Dick hovering worriedly over him while the rest of the family watches in amusement at his predicament and also half brokenly because their golden boy big brother has piercings. Plural.

Bruce gasped out a pained breath, "Piercings?"

Dick stared at him silently, gemstone eyes holding his gaze as the quiet of the cave melted the seconds into hours. His eyes slowly slid from Bruce's to where the rest of the family was standing, watching them with bated breath for his answer, before they met Bruce's hopeful ones again.

"No." Bruce, with all the strength left in his body after recovering, raised a questioning eyebrow as Dick continued, "I don't have any piercings and never did."

"Hmn." But he swore he could've seen-

The kids erupted in protests.

"Dick, come on!" Jason hollered, pushing forward. "We clearly saw it there-"

"Where?" Dick asked, spreading his arms wide and invitingly, offering them to see for themselves.

The piercing they had all gotten the barest glimpse of was gone from where they had seen it on Dick.

"But you said you! You said, 'yeah. I guess so. I forgot.'" Stephanie put her hands on her hips, "Admit it Boy Piercing!"

"Boy Piercing?!"

"Fess up, pretty boy!"

"Steph," Dick visibly bit his lip to keep from laughing, "I was joking. You guys should've see your reactions - they were so funny!! Dick has a piercing. OMG. You people were hilarious."

Damian clicked his tongue. "Enough Richard! Did you implement metal into you skin like a heathen? Richard, how could you?! Who dare touch-"

"No Dami!" Dick quickly interfered to prevent a possible murder on his behalf, "I was just kidding, okay? Besides, did you guys even really see it? Like full on?"

Harper crossed her arms. "Close enough."

Dick quirked his eyebrow at that. "But you didn't actually see it right? You thought you saw something shining and turned to look. C'mon you guys know what it is - peripheral vision hallucinations. Things you see in your peripheral vision that aren't real because you are tired," He pinned a look at each other, emphasizing the words, "and stressed."

Dick pressed his lips together and folded his arms. "Time for bed. Now. I know you all haven't been sleeping for the past few days so you all are going to bed. At the manor." Dick finished, shooting Jason a look when he tried secretly shuffling toward his bike.

The rest of them were unmoved for a moment but quickly caved under Dick's patented "I'm mom-ing you."™ stare as Jason liked to call it.

They trudged upstairs while Bruce and Dick watched in companionable silence.

Bruce turned to look at Dick as the sounds of their bickering and footsteps faded away.

"How did you do it?"

Dick hummed distractedly and tilted his head to look down at Bruce still sitting on the floor. "Do what?"

Bruce growled, impatience, annoyance, and apprehension swimming in his voice, "Don't lie. To me. How did you hide it? Now. And for so long?"

Bruce watched tensed as the tip of Dick's tongue ran over the ridges of his top row of teeth, the first sign of anger he had seen from him in weeks. The pink flesh of his tongue barely avoiding cutting itself on the slightly too sharp canines that Dick loved to call his vampire teeth since he was little. He had even threw a veteran-dentist-scaring-tantrum in the dentist's office when the man suggested shaving them down once.

Bruce watched warily as Dick crouched down, balancing on his balls of his feet like a cat on a fence, and forcefully tamped down the sudden urge to pull out a hidden batarang when the boy grinned, eyes lighting with the wild fire of joy and madness from his robin days that still had Bruce on edge for decades.

"How did you it?" He asked again, not sure if he really wanted to know anymore but the principle remained. There was no way Dick's activities could be hidden for so long. He didn't invest in his detective following skills for something like this to escape his observation. But at the same time Dick had evaded his tracking skills when he was seventeen and ran away from him. But something so obvious as a piercing would never escape his notice. But a whole 17 year old boy also shouldn't have escaped his notice. However, Bruce had improved. He had gotten better at his job and his skills. Right? Right, of course, he was the best in the world. Dick definitely did have a piercing. But...on the off chance...what if he really had just seen a flash of light? Sweat on a body? The edge of a birdarang? Peripheral vision hallucinations? "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

You already know what I'm asking. Bruce thought, frustrated with Dick for lying. Frustrated with himself for not knowing if Dick was lying.

"Do you have piercings?" Bruce ground out.

Dick laughed, his voice echoing like choir bells in the spacious cave and bouncing off the stalactites to create a ringing, haunting melody as he leaned in closer to Bruce.

"C'mon, B! You know every showman's got his own tricks," Dick grinned brightly.

And you're the whole damn circus. Bruce hissed viciously in his mind.

Dick's eyes twinkled back at him.

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schrijverr · 4 months

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You Don’t Know Me, But I Know You 1

Chapter 1 out of 6

5 times Tim showed he stalked Robin + 1 time Jason did

Inspired by this post of @thecrazyleader

On AO3.

Ships none

Warnings: none

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1. A Familiar Goon

It’s sometimes easy to forget that Tim used to stalk the family he’s now a part of. However, in his more judgmental or know-it-all moments, it’s hard to ignore. Still, since he questioned his place in the family a lot, it’s not until they’ve all solidified themselves as a unit that it begins to show.

Like right now.

They’re trying to take down one of Penguin’s plots. It’s not as much dangerous as highly tedious, since it was just a power grab. The only thing that sucks is the amount of goons that are spread out about the city that they have to stop.

Suddenly, Tim groans loudly: “Ugh, not this fucking guy again.”

“Who is it?” Batman immediately demands to know, being on the other side of the city where he assigned himself to capture all the goons.

“Chuck Irkhouse,” Tim replies with disdain.

“Ugh, I fucking hate that guy,” Dick pipes up. “He’s not, like, the worst, but he totally is the worst. I don’t know, he’s just annoying. Doesn’t he run with Mr. Freeze?”

“Nah, he used to. Switched to running with Black Mask,” Jason says. “Me and B took him down back in my Robin days. Fucking annoying asshole, he was. He got ‘bout seven years, must’ve gotten out recently.”

“Wait, if you took him out and he’s only gotten out recently, how does RR know him?” Steph asks.

“Because he was always – and I mean always – stationed on the East side of the harbor where Batman’s patrol route passed. I think he was put there, because Black Mask knew what a prick he was. It used to be one of my spots where I’d hide to get the good pics, but I switched it up after a while, because Chuckie there just sucked so much,” Tim answers. “Still sad I didn’t get to photograph him during his final arrest.”

It’s quiet for a beat over the coms and a confused Tim asks: “What?”

“I always forget what a creepy stalker boy you used to be, Replacement,” Jason says, breaking the quiet.

“Shut up,” Tim complains, while snorts and laughter echo over the coms. They might be spread all over the city, but they all know he’s pouting even without seeing him.

“Oh my god, you’re such a fucking loser,” Steph crows.

“Hey, you dated me!”

“Ugh, don’t remind me of that mistake,” Steph rolls her eyes.

“Rude. And I still have to go fight Irkhouse, isn’t that punishment enough?” Tim sighs.

“Don’t know, haven’t met the guy,” Steph says.

“Hope you never do,” Jason tells her. “He truly is the worst.”

“Yeah, am I glad RR got that part of the city,” Dick agrees. “If I have to fight that guy one more time, I’m hanging up the mask. Hope he gets another seven years.”

#rr writing #batman #tim drake #jason todd #red robin #red hood #bruce wayne #dick grayson #stephanie brown #stalker tim drake #batfam #batfamily #c #dc comics

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queerenteen · 2 years

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what if when jason was stealing the tires off the batmobile, batman was chasing catwoman through the city so they're both there to witness this tiny kid trying to jack the tires off this behemoth tank of a car.

they're in the 'off again' phase of their relationship but they both just go 'tiny child, mine' so we have the comedy of errors of batman and catwoman just running off with jason in the middle of the night.

like bruce gets him first but then four days later selina breaks into the manor and whisks off jason to the luxurious penthouse that she is currently 'borrowing'.

batman picks up jason by the scruff of his hoodie less than a week later and herds him back to the manor.

so on and so forth.

jason, the kid with no parents to suddenly two parents (batman and catwoman nonetheless) who want to spend time with him to the degree that they steal him from each other. wild.

jason: so like, is bruce your ex husband or something? am i the kid in this divorce--

selina: shush, kitten. now let me explain how we're going to break into the museum and steal back this ancient south asian artifact that very much does not belong to them--

(selina found this kid trying to steal tires from the batmobile, do you really think she's not going to teach him all her cat-burglar ways?)

it's great for a while but jason's right on the cusp of teenage-hood angst and the fourty second time you're being shuffled between your weird vigilante parents in three months whose method of custody is breaking in through each other's windows, you get tired.

jason: *twelve, angry and sleep deprived because bruce broke into 'selina's' villa to pick him up at four am* that's it! Co-parenting is a thing for the love of god

bruce and selina: *immediately get the wrong idea* we should get married

jason: *backing away with dawning horror* wait no that's not what i meant!

selina: *petting one of her seven cats like she's a bond villain* excellent, this way dick grayson will also be one of mine. that kind of contortion was meant for thievery.

bruce: alfred will finally stop passive aggressively asking me when i'm getting married, thank god. jaylad, would you like to be the flower boy?

selina: darling this wedding better be extravagant

jason: *frantically waiting for the call to be picked up* dickhead, i don't know what i did but batman and catwoman are getting married and bruce wants me to wear a dress--

dick: *just back from a titan's mission in space* omg did B adopt another kid? and what the fuck do you mean by married--

alfred: *back in the manor* ah, it's time to dip into the heirlooms for a ring--

#alfred knows all because he's omniscient #the kyle-wayne wedding is the biggest event of the year and a certain stalker *will* be adopted #i'll write the fic eventually but this was too funny for me to keep to myself #batman and catwoman's marriage of convenience for coparenting purposes #could they have come up with another solution? yes #would it have been as funny? nope #batman #dc #batfam #batcat #the bat and the cat #bruce wayne #catwoman #selina kyle #jason todd #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #wfa

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