*insert flowing yoga music with the soft voice of an instructor* hmmmm take a deep breath in….hold for 5 seconds. Feel the warmth of the sun on your skin. As you exhale, with a hahhhh, ask yourself, is that gay situationship really worth it?
here’s my contribution to day 1 of pjo pride month. pls boost (rb etc) bc i might or might not have spent 12 hours on this. i started yesterday. i did not sleep. i am so sleepy rn i might knock out
anyway yay nico di angelo [boost my tiktok post here]
How can anyone genuinely enjoy hot weather. How do you enjoy having every waking moment being horrible and awful and sticky. How do you go to bed with air so thick and humid that even laying there with bare bedsheets and splayed out in a starfish, you are still generating too much heat to be anywhere near even the concept of comfort and still smile about it. How do you have every species of flying insect invading your house through desperately opened windows and buzzing all up in your shit like the little fucking spacially unaware invertebrate asshole pricks they are and still claim summer is your favourite season. How. How do you do it. How do you find any semblance of a positive emotion when it's anything above 25⁰C at a push. I am miserable. I am planning a trip to the Arctic Circle.
Little Jason during the first few months of his stay in Wayne Manor. He finds a picture of Bruce as a kid in some obscure corner of the house (one of the few that may have slipped Alfred's notice when he was first taking down pictures of the Waynes after that murder.... so Alfred claims)
"I look like you," Jason pointed out when he showed the picture to Bruce.
Hauntingly and wonderfully, Bruce had figured he was right. Jason was thin, and Bruce was a lanky child. They had the same messy hair and uneven toothy smile. Now that he thought of it, they laughed the same way too - always with their whole chest, snorting before bursting into giggles.
"Did you know children tend to look like their moms a lot?" Jason said off-handedly when he snuggled next to Bruce, "It's how I first figured out that Catherine wasn't my biological mom, but she's my mom too."
"Are you saying I'm your mom, Jaylad?" Bruce joked, but his teasing smile disappeared when he caught the embarrassed blush on his little Jaybird's face.
"Maybe," he pouted, snuffling into Bruce's arm, impossibly close.
And oh, isn't that so precious? To be everything to someone so little and so full of potential? To mean the world to someone who has so little to give and gain?
Bruce, for the billionth time since meeting Jason Todd, felt his heart swell with unbridled pride
"Sure, I can be your mom," he said carefully, drawing the adorable, shy little boy closer.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"It sounds stupid."
"Not if it matters to you."
Jason crawled onto Bruce's lap, letting himself be cradled. All bones and sparse meat, every vein and blood. He trusted his whole humanity to Bruce - his parent, his Batman, his home.
"Moms are safe. Dads are... weird, but good. You're both," Jason explained further.
Bruce hushed him, putting down the picture of himself as a boy. He'd never felt more grown up.
"You don't have to explain anything to me, sweet boy," Bruce said, peppering kisses on his head, his cheeks, and his small hands, "I am whatever you need me to be, Jaylad."
"Okay... Mum," Jason mumbled, rubbing and curling himself impossibly closer to Bruce.
And something trembles in Bruce, something older than civilization and younger than a breath. This little boy who came into his life full of fight and feist, charging him, of all people, with the right and responsibility to take care of him, protect him, love him. Jason trusted Bruce. Jason loved Bruce.
It was as daunting as it was fulfilling, and it was final to Bruce. He was Jason's mom, his dad, his Batman, and whatever else this sweet boy needs him to be.
But irrevocably so, he was Jason's.
.
.
Then everything that happened, happened. Bruce and Jason at a standstill, asking again, asking each other, if any of that had mattered.
"You said I'd never have to explain myself to you, that you'd be anything I needed you to be!" Jason cried to Bruce - his mom, his dad, his partner and his home.
"I meant it," Bruce reasoned, "You need help-"
"I NEEDED TO BE AVENGED!" Jason snapped, "I needed to be loved! I needed someone to do something for me, for once, just for me. Not a code. Not a mission. Not a drug drop or a fix or a bundle of cash. Just me!"
And Bruce shattered all over again because not killing Joker, surviving everyday, carving the memory of Jason Todd the street rat who became the magic of Gotham — all of that had been for Jason.
But Jason is here, broken and angry and exactly as vindictive as he first met him a lifetime ago, telling him that it's not good enough.
"Jason-"
"No."
Bruce takes a step forward, and another. Like that dance they shared in that alleyway. Like every instance of disagreement from youth.
"Please, sweet boy. I-"
"I hate you. You lied to me! You betrayed me! YOU LIED TO ME!"
"I know. Oh Jaybird, I know."
Bruce came close, cupping Jason's cheek. His son, his sweet son; so tall and scarred, and yet right now, had never look smaller.
"Mum's here now," Bruce said.
His brave, tired, tall child... Jason crumpled immediately. He sobbed, pressing his palms in his eyes, hissing through gritted teeth.
Bruce enveloped him immediately in his embrace, "Mum's here. I'm here now, Jason. I'm so so sorry, sweet boy."
Jason stiffly leaned into his mom's embrace, whimpering as tears ruined his face and drenched his mom's shoulder. It haunted Bruce, somewhat, when he observed that much like how Jason smiled like him... he also cried like him too.
"Just because I'm right, doesn't mean I'm being helpful" is a vastly underrated thought process that I strongly encourage others to get comfortable with
I love fanfiction because sometimes The Character needs to be held gently and sometimes they need to be beaten to death with a club. and you 🫵 can make both of those happen. for free
That drag path audio from Twenty One Pilots except it’s about how Mary and John Grayson and the love for their son and Dick’s love for his parents are permanently etched into the identity of Robin
Another gifset of my latest Tiktok, enjoy. Version with audio under the cut btw
Can I be real, I really dislike when people say Jason needs to leave Gotham for his character. That is his home for better and for worse, he would never leave it imo
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