live in ao3

HELP! I'M STUCK AND I  CAN'T GET O-     oooohhh a new fic   [i don't own ao3. just a humble addict, worship to thee dillers]

[ao3life]

Gotham is cursed no really the JL confirmed it

No beta we die like the batfam

The Waynes are Gotham's favorite

This surprises no one

John has an on again-off again thing with the devil

terrible summary is terrible

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“Congratulations, Bruce, it's a boy.” Jason doesn't relax his grip on Damian. “Even if he isn't biologically yours, a black-haired boy with a rough childhood just showed up at your house. We all know he isn't going anywhere.”

No matter what Bruce says, Tim's pretty sure that only three of those explosions were unnecessary. No one had been hurt by the blasts, the property damage was confined to buildings that were already slated for demolition, and they'd even gotten the evidence out first. It was possible that using a glitter-bomb was unnecessary as a finishing touch but leaving a warehouse covered in biodegradable red glitter sent a message and would make it easier to find anyone picking through the fragments of tech left behind

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Jason makes a tactical mistake in having his helmet color match Tim's coffee machine

Enemy to Caretaker

**

It was late.

Very late.

So late Tim hadn’t bothered to check the time, because time was an illusion and life was an illusion and coffee was the only thing that wasn’t an illusion but the coffeemaker was broken.

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So this is a fic rec with no quiets, but just go and read it

So good

So sad

[ao3life]

"You have a scythe?!"

Damian rolled his eyes. "Do I look like someone who doesn't own a scythe?"

"When you got it were you very exscythe-ed?"

"...PENNYWORTH, WHERE IS MY SCYTHE?"

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Talia had once told him it wasn’t healthy to keep his anger bottled up.  That the Pit fed on emotion and the more suppressed anger he had, the more frustration built up, the more fury seethed inside of him.  Jason had taken her advice to heart, and killed each one of his teachers when they pissed him off.

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Damian nodded, taking everything that he just learned in. “I think I’m ready to try again.”

.

.

Damian mimicked Jason by leaning against the wall casually (for Damian). “Hello. I’m currently bidding in an online auction for a genuine 19th century iron maiden. I’ve always been fascinated by historical torture devices. Do you have a favourite, if you don’t mind me asking?” He turned to Jason. “Better?”

Jason gawked at him, mouth agape. “…Yes?”

.

.

He closed the door. Leaving Jason standing awkwardly beside the lamp. “Lord save that girl.” he muttered to himself.

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[ao3life]

"Unfortunately that was called murder"

The class wouldn’t know what hit them. Literally.

It was paintball. A paintball tournament to be more specific.

They’d come up with this particular event just for Jason, who really wanted to shoot them. But with real bullets. Now unfortunately that was called murder, so they couldn’t do that. Hence paintball. It would satisfy Jason’s overwhelming need to shoot them while only causing a little(ish) damage.

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Tim turned to face him, confusion written over his face. “Tomorrow?”

“Yep. I’m officially crashing in your guest room until further notice. I’m declaring myself the overlord of your espresso machine.”

**

“Hey, Tim. You still awake?”

“Yeah, just reviewing every bad decision I’ve ever made to get me here.” This was followed by an incredibly dramatic sigh and Jason snorted again.

**

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I really don't know how to tag this

Hades/Persephone if you squint

Tim/Jason if you need glasses

Language

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"Because it's Bruce—who's allergic to revealing life-changing information—the League is left in the dark."

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Sometimes, old hobbies come back from the dead.

'Like many things in  my life,' Tim snarked to himself.

From: Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting (but Sundays are meant for rest)

By: SoupboneClavicle

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2143008

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Jason nodded, lashing out with his foot to begin a hand-to-hand combat sequence. “Yeah, undercover missions are always kind of boring.”

“Wasn't your last undercover with the Russian mob?”

“Still boring.” Jason got in a lucky hit, right to her nose.

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I'm so sorry!! I was sure I gave credit+link+ID!!

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ID:

“Tim. How are you?” Bruce asked.

“It’s not time for the weekly checkup? Is it? Is it Wednesday?”

Bruce sighed, “Yes, Tim. It’s Wednesday.”

“Shoot. I was supposed to sleep last night.”

“Yes, Timothy. You are supposed to sleep every night.”

“Yeah, but I came up with a schedule. Stephanie was supposed to call last night and make me go to sleep.”

“Did she call?”

“No?”

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

Bruce smiled, letting himself fully relax as he tried to convince his son to take a nap.

**

From: Bruised Ribs, by SammiPhoenix

(it's part of a white collar/DC Xover collection, but I didn't watch any WC episode and I read all the fics and didn't feel like I miss much, so I guess it's OK)

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