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ten year old Tim Drake having a minor phase of liking archeology bcs of his parents so he starts digging shit up in his garden, but because he’s Tim Fucking Drake he does it too well and accidentally unearths one of the tunnels that connects to the fucking batcave.
ten year old Tim Drake who already knew who Batman and Robin were, finding out he now has a secret tunnel in his garden connecting his house to their lair, and he’s just like ‘fuck yeah that’s cool.’ and starts exploring.
thirteen year old Jason Todd bored and fucking around alone in the batcave system when he comes across a fucking ten year old who knows his identity, clearly idolises the hell out of him, and is just kinda wandering around the cave system alone and completely chill about it. they see a super dangerous spider and Tim just starts info-dumping on the species. when asked if he has a curfew to go back home by he goes ‘uh, July i guess? that’s when mom and dad get back.’ it is early February.
thirteen year old Jason Todd who takes a minute and then goes ‘ok this is funny as fuck i promise i won’t snitch to Bruce.’
Jason Todd and Tim Drake being secret cave buddies. Jason Todd and Tim Drake hanging out in the tunnels and making fun of Batman and Nightwing from the shadows. Tim Drake who has to buy a whole new set of night-vision camera lenses for his new photo album that’s just photos and selfies of him and his new best friend Robin fucking around in the underground pitch-dark.
Jason Todd who dies, gets revived, is told by Talia that Tim Drake has ‘replaced him’ unknowing they’re already friends, and Jason who all he can think of is that time they played hide and seek in the cave system and Tim clung to the fucking ceiling via a stalactite for 45 minutes straight. Jason Todd who just looks at Talia and goes ‘yeah sounds about right for him.’
Jason Todd being told he has to deliver Damian to Bruce and he decides ‘absolutely the fuck not’ to the idea of even touching the front door. they have a Ring camera he is not getting caught on that bullshit.
Jason Todd who just goes to Drake Manor and uses Tim’s old entrance to get into the tunnels, his home away from home, dragging Damian along, until he gets to a spot where he can secretly signal into the batcave for Tim to sneak the fuck away.
fifteen year old Tim Drake who gets called into the tunnels to find the Red Hood, unmasked as Jason, presenting to him a random child which he declares to be the son of Batman.
fifteen year old Tim Drake who comes full circle and says ‘ok this is funny as fuck i promise i won’t snitch to Bruce.’
the cave boys are reunited. a third is added to the club. a new photo album is filled. when Tim brings Damian up through the tunnels into the cave he looks Bruce dead in the eyes and says fully straight-faced ‘this is your cave son. i found him wandering, he was born from the shadows of the bat.’
eleven year old Damian Al Ghul-Wayne who’s spent the past three and a half years under Jason Todd’s influence and sombrely declares ‘the cave birthed me for you, father. i am darkness. i am your child.’
Pairings: platonic!Damian Wayne x Reader + Jason Todd x Reader
Words: ~930
Warnings: gender-neutral reader, mentions of violence, and use of the name ‘sweetheart’.
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One of your biggest regrets in life wasn’t the fact that you hadn’t traveled to Italy or become a doctor yet.
No. It was sharing your location with Damian.
One night you were trapped in a gas station with a few others being held hostage by a wannabe, big-time criminal. Damian and Jason just about demolished the building. You thought no one would be able to match the protectiveness of Jason, but Damian came very close. At times, he rivaled him.
Jason rescued you first and let Dick, Tim, and Steph handle the other victims. His strong hands caged in your waist as he held you close and firmly.
“Are you hurt? Why didn’t you tell me you were going out tonight?” His gaze is piercing, but his tone isn’t. An outsider would think that he’s blaming you for this situation, when that isn’t the case. Jason genuinely worries (especially, considering his background) and asks that you share with him where you’re going, for safety purposes.
“Why didn’t you tell us you were going out tonight?” Damian pipes from behind Jason. A sigh escapes your boyfriend’s lips before loosening his grip and turning towards Damian with you still in his arms.
“Leave it. This is between us -”
“Yes, us as in the two of you-” Damian points to the hugging pair before motioning towards himself. “-and me.”
“Listen, Dami. It was just a quick ice-cream run-”
“An ice cream run that could’ve cost your life.” Damian pairs his snarky tone with a tilt to his head. You feel a tinge of guilt bubble inside your stomach.
“I hate to agree with him, sweetheart. You obviously didn’t ask for this-” Jason motions his head across the street toward the gas station. “-to happen. But you live in Gotham. Something is always gonna be there.”
You sigh, knowing that your two vigilantes had a point. To be honest, you were just so hangry and desperate for a sweet treat that you hadn’t bothered to send a quick text to Jason. The shop was only a few minutes away from your apartment anyway.
Luckily, the situation wasn’t as dangerous as the boys had made it seem to be. It would’ve been scarier if the perpetrator didn’t have a voice crack between every word and trembling hands.
“Alright, alright. Would it just be better if I shared my location with you?”
And that’s how you ended up with a small vigilante at the foot of your bed.
Damian looks at your sleeping form with a disappointed look in his eyes. Your location was turned off with the last ping being two hours ago. He’s here despite the fact that you assured him and Jason that you’re staying in for the night.
Damian is always on you for keeping your location updated and your phone charged. He claims that he ‘just doesn’t want you to do anything stupid’, but you know better than that. He’s just a boy who’s scared about losing someone he cares about, although he’d never admit that.
With the uneasy feeling of eyes boring into your skull, you slowly open your eyes and move to turn on your bedside lamp. The five seconds it takes you to wake up and turn on the lamp are full of anxiety considering that Jason is gone for patrol until morning. Your eyes try to adjust to the warm toned lamp before making out the figure that stands at the foot of your bed.
“Hmm, OH MY-” You shout before falling from your bed and onto the floor with a loud ‘oomf’.
“DAMIAN? Damian?! What are you- please don’t do that ever ever again!” you lay on the carpeted floor trying to catch your breath while he makes small steps towards you.
“Your location was off.” he deadpans.
“My phone is dead, Damian! I told you that I was going to be home for the rest of the night.”
“Charge your phone then.”
“I would if you hadn’t taken my last charger.”
“You have my email.”
“Damian, I’m not going to send you an email detailing why my location was off for a few hours.” You sit up and place a hand over your heart. You finally caught your breath, but the shock of the night was still weighing heavy.
Arguing with him was useless, you thought. You look towards the digital clock on your nightstand and see the glowing numbers shine ‘2:25’.
You turn towards him and pat the clock once. “You just finished with patrol?”
He nods.
“Well, you need to sleep and stop worrying about me. If it makes you feel any better, I'll make sure to go the extra step and send you an email next time.”
“Fine. I’m sleeping here.” He then plops on the bed like a sack of rice, not giving any consideration to Jason who’ll be home in just a few hours.
He wriggles into a comfortable position before you stand up and lay near him. He’s curled up next to you as you pat his head slowly while making small circles on his crown. Patrol must’ve taken a toll on him. You see it on the cleaned scrapes on his hands and the tension lines on his forehead.
A beat goes by.
“So, how should I send off my emails? I was thinking ‘best regards’ or ‘yours truly’ but honestly, I’m kinda torn.” You giggle as you poke fun at Damian’s email formalities. The joke only earns you a sigh and then a few soft snores.
A week after that you receive an email on your computer:
Your location is off again. Why?
Yours truly,
Damian W.
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yes im writing this at 1 am because im having serious writers block when it comes to Old Fire Escapes and Bleeding Vigilantes III
anyway, hope you enjoyed. im determined to finish the series !
one of the batkids gets dosed with truth serum and they immediately use it to try to get the others in trouble. not the non-drugged batkids using it to their advantage mind you, but the drugged one.
Dick: B i have to tell you something and you have to remember i literally cannot lie. Jason's on drugs. i saw him taking drugs you need to punish him. he's on drugs.
Bruce:
Jason from across the cave, THE most irritated they've ever heard him: I TOOK AN IBUPROFEN YOU FUCKIN' JACKASS.
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Damian: father, usually i am not a snitch because Jason trained that out of me at the league, but i am under truth serum so i feel i have no choice but to let you know that Timothy is neglecting to tell you about injuries he gets on patrol again, despite your interventions. he clearly has no respect for you and this should be addressed.
Bruce, grave: Tim, is this true?
Tim, immensely confused: wha- NO?!
Bruce: Damian is currently unable to lie to me, Tim. please, be honest.
Damian: he even did it tonight, he does it all the time father.
Tim: what the- WHAT FUCKING-
Tim: *pauses*
Tim, incredulous: yOU MEAN THE FUCKING SPLINTER I GOT FOUR HOURS AGO?!?!
Bruce:
Bruce: ok but you didn't deny the no respect thing.
Tim: no comment.
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Tim, through the coms: B, i've been dosed with truth serum. also Jason's killing again.
Jason, just accidentally stepped on a snail but loves to disappoint Batman: and i'll fucking do it again, what are you gonna do about it?
Ever since reading my first time loop-based book as a preteen, I’ve had a Secret Time Loop Code Word. It’s been the same word all these years. I’ve never written it down anywhere or told anyone what it is, just kept it tucked away in my brain. That way, if someone I know ever confided in me that they were stuck in a time loop, I would have a way to confirm it: I would tell them the time loop code word and instruct them to find and talk to me again on the next loop. Of course, if it’s a time loop, I wouldn’t remember telling them the code word. But they’d remember it. So if someone ever came to me and said “I’m stuck in a time loop, and the time loop code word is [X],” and it was indeed the word I’ve secretly held onto for most of my life, I would know that we had had this conversation in a previous loop and that they were telling the truth.
Will this ever be useful? Almost certainly not. But hey, there’s nothing wrong with having a completely absurd contingency plan. In case of time loops.
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