Ok so I kind of have this idea in my head that I want to start a series on ao3 of jaydick prompt ficlets. I’d post the fic and the prompt here first and then put it in the series on my ao3 account, Sam4265
So if anyone likes this idea, send me some prompts!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd
Characters: Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bat Family - Character
Additional Tags: Love Potion/Spell, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting
Summary:
When Grayson brings a guest to the Manor, Damian’s experiment causes some problems. Damian did not plan to create a love spell and deal with its affects this holiday.
prompt: Father Todd Where Jason is priest (i.e. like in flash-point)
note: written for JayDick Week 3! just about everything goes on tumblr first. if you’d appreciate revised ideas, i’d wait for the AO3 version.
note 2: shamelessly influenced by my love of westerns, my desire to write mag7 fic (watch that movie!), and the black crows {sometimes salvation}. shot out to @pentapoda for helping me name the orders (which replaced jason’s guns)
warnings: western au. tons of christian religious imagery. direct bible quotes. bastardized biblical quotes. violence. demonic presence. nebulous period piece. never beta’d. abrupt ending.
Jason jerks to wakefulness, a verse hanging on his dry tongue. Clarity follows after the lead hot pain streaking through his body. When it fades, Jason recognizes the campfire’s quite bloom and the light of god’s creation spraying across the blue dome of night. He is alone in the desert, safe, although that’s sure to change.
Some wretched creature has just crossed into this world. Some infernal power has reached into the night and wrapped itself around Jason’s neck. His body aches from it, a low down chill that drives into the bone.
The sky changes to the north, clouds sweeping down into a thin funnel. It is the type of omen any man can read.
A storm is coming.
He climbs to his feet, sleep shedding from his body like water leaving behind purpose white hot in his chest.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Double Drabble
Summary:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Bat Family - Character
Series: Part 2 of A Series
Summary:
Bruce crossed someone’s final straw. Dick and Jason come to an agreement. These two events are most definitely related.
This is a continuation of A Proposal so it’s suggested to read that first.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd
Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson
Additional Tags: Animal Traits
Summary:
Jason ends up in an awkward situation. Dick rescues him without realizing it.
I’ll be doing the make up/extension week for Jaydick Week 3. If anyone wants to join me.
First installment for JayDick Week. Jason’s turned into a cat by a rogue magician. Dick finds it hilarious. (Part I of III)
“It’s not funny,” Jason snarled.
Dick tried to hide a grin, and failed miserably. “Oh, come on… It’s a little funny.”
Dick sat upright in his bed, tablet in one hand and coffee—blessed, sweet nectar of the gods—in the other. He’d barely gotten to bed two hours ago. It had been a long night on patrol, and when he arrived home at five, he’d just wanted to collapse and not get up till Monday.
But some things just took priority. Like the cat sitting on the blankets in front of him, glaring with murderous fury. A black tomcat with sinister yellow eyes—and wouldn’t that just figure.
Day 3: Halloween Costume “Sexy Version” There’s a “sexy version” costume for almost anything these days. Which one will Dick and/or Jason wear?
Word Count: 1965
Summary: Jason swaps Dick's costume. It doesn't go as planned.
“So. I’m curious.”
“Mm?” Jason asks, from around a mouthful of chips
“If I recall, you have a lovely penthouse. 2 bedrooms.”
“3.” Jason corrects
“3 bedrooms. 2 baths?”
“And a half”
“2 and a half. Whirlpool tub. Which, sounds wonderful.”
“Oh, it’s great.”
“Not to mention, right in the heart of downtown Gotham. You know. The actually nice area they send all the tourists.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“And yet. Here you are. At 11pm. On my sofa.”
Jason licks his fingers one by one.
“Yup.”
“Which, I can’t even feel my legs, and even I know it’s uncomfortable to sit on, let alone sleep on. And I know for a fact you have 3 couches--.”
“4. Alfred decided to redecorate.”
“4 couches at the penthouse.”
Jason shrugs.
“We don’t have Ben and Jerry’s at the penthouse.”
“You could have it delivered in half an hour.”
“20 minutes. Apparently they changed their bellhop requirements.”
Barbara sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“20 minutes.” She corrects “The point is. That place is Heaven compared to here. Which begs the question... why?”
“Why what?”
If she could have kicked him, she would have.
“Why are you here?”
Jason looks at Barbara, then down at the spoon full of ice cream he was about to shovel in his mouth, then back at Barbara, as means of explanation.
“Jason, you pass 2 supermarkets--.”
“3. They just finished that ShopRite off of Grand.”
“3. Supermarkets. And God knows how many bodegas. You could’ve bought ice cream at any of them.”
Jason gives as easy shrug.
“Probably.”
Barbara looks at her watch. She sighs. She’s not even 30 and she’s going to start going grey.
“So...”
“So?”
“Why... why are you here at.” She glances at her watch “Now 11:30 pm. Shouldn’t you be out patrolling?”
“Went earlier. Bruce is taking the replacement and the demon spawn out. Too many cooks and all that.”
“Okay... shouldn’t you be...”
“What, are you not happy to see me, Babs?”
“I’m always happy to see you, Jason.” she sighs “Just not...” She wheels closer to him, staring him down “Why have you been sleeping on my futon for the past 3 days?”
Jason freezes, spoon halfway to his mouth.
“Well.”
“Did you and Dick have a fight?”
“That’s... one way of looking at it.”
“And what’s the other way?”
“Dickie can’t take a joke, and threw a tantrum.”
“And now you’re here.”
“And now I’m here.”
Barbara sighs, taking the ice cream and spoon from Jason. He makes a motion to protest, but is silenced by a quick Bat-Glare.
“What did you do?”
“What makes you think I did anything?”
Barbara just looks at him.
“Oh yeah... it’s me. Right.” She sighs “Look. So, it’s almost Halloween, right?”
Barbara nods, mouth too full to answer.
“And you’ve probably seen all of the Bat-costumes...”
“Some.”
“Well, so... there’s this ...” Jason stops “I saw...” He frowns, struggling to think of the best way “Okay. So Dick likes to keep his costume in his gym bag, just in case, right?”
“Uh huh.”
“So, I was down in the red light district the other night and I walked past the costume shop there.”
Barbara’s eyes widened, spoon hanging from her mouth. She could see where this was going.
“Oh no.”
“And in the window, for just a steal was this Nightwing costume.”
“You mean the one with the assless chaps?”
“That’d be the one. So you have seen it?”
“Yes, Jason. I have the Internet.”
“Okay, well. It was 30% off, last one left. Been selling ‘like hotcakes’ the guy at the counter said. So of course I buy it. And when I get home, Dickie, slob that he is... his gym bag is just sitting there.”
The spoon falls out of Barbara’s mouth, she facepalms so hard that she’s sure there’ll be a mark.
“You didn’t.”
“Oh. I did.”
“Jason... no.”
“Jason, yes.” Jason replies, shit eating grin on his face “So I swapped them out. Left the gauntlets and all the other important stuff. Figured he’d realize it before he actually went out.”
“And?”
Jason’s shit eating grin turns strained.
“He didn’t.”
“... and?”
“He had stop a heist at a charity auction.”
“...in assless chaps?”
“In assless chaps.” Jason confirms. “Apparently he didn’t realize it at first.” Jason makes a confused look “... not sure what that says about him as a person.”
“We probably don’t want to know.”
“No.” Jason agrees, standing, retrieving the spoon from the floor and moving to raid Barbara’s fridge. He was sure there was some left over baba ganoush in there somewhere. ”We don’t.”
“So, then what happened?”
“Well, I thought we’d laugh it off, right? But... Dick was a lot more pissed than I anticipated. Probably has something to do with that other thing--.” Jason trails off
“What other thing?”
“Nothing!” Jason replies, slamming the fridge shut, baba ganoush forgotten “Is there any good take out around here?”
“Jason... you’ve literally eaten 2 pizzas a carton and a half of ice cream, and 3 bags of chips.”
Jason just blinks at her.
“In like an hour.”
More blinking.
“... do you ever stop eating?”
Jason shrugs.
“Yeah, I sleep, fight crime and have sex sometimes.” He pauses, finding the drawer that contained the local takeout menus “Actually, scratch that last one.” He replies, grimacing “You know these coupons are like a year old?”
“What other thing?” Barbara asks again
Jason waves his hand in dismissal.
“Not important. Anyway. He gets home and he is pissed. And not even in the ‘I’m so angry but so charming it’s okay’ way that Dick normally is. The--.”
“ ‘my boyfriend sent me to fight crime in assless chaps’ way?”
“You got it.” Jason said “So, he relegated me to the couch. Then, decided that wasn’t enough. Told me I had to go to another couch.”
“So you came here?” Barbara looks up to find Jason with his hand literally in the cookie drawer. She glares at him. He grins sheepishly. More and more of Dick in him every day. “God, what do you grocery bills look like?”
“Not that bad, actually.” Jason says, emerging with a handful of cookies “Some of us actually know how to use coupons.”
“You coupon?”
Yes. Actually. He does. He also may or may not be a part of several online and in-person couponing groups.
“Gotta save money somehow.”
“… you’re both rich.”
Jason waves his hand to dismiss her.
“I’m ordering Indian. You want something?”
Yes. Actually. She does. But she ignores him.
“Why here?” she asks
“Well, Selina is in town, and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna go to the manor. Last thing I need is to spend a few days trying to avoid Bruce and Selina boning on everything.”
“No way.”
“’Like rabbits’, the demon spawn assures me.” Jason frowns down at the take out menu
“So, no hotel? Safe house?”
Jason shrugs, pops another cookie in his mouth.
“I guess.” He says around a mouthful, eyes softening, voice going soft “I just didn’t want to be alone.”
Barbara’s hear aches for a moment.
“Anyway,” Jason says, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. His hair is getting long, Barbara thinks, maybe she’ll cut it for him. “Indian?”
“So, what’s your plan?”
“Hm?” Jason asks, distractedly, staring down at the menu, then picking up another one
“Aside from eating me out of house and home. Your plan? You know ‘make my boyfriend stop being angry’ plan?”
Jason shrugs, moving back towards the living room and grabs his pants that were hanging over the back of the chair, sliding them on.
“Nothing. Dickie will stew for a few days, then he’ll text me some nonsense emoticons and we’ll be fine.”
“You think?”
Jason nods, fastening his belt.
“Because, it’s been three days, Jason.” She continues, and that makes Jason pause “Has he ever been mad for this long?”
Once. But Jason likes to not think about it.
“I--… he’ll come around.”
“You think?”
“Eventually. Yeah. He’ll--.”
“God you sound like Bruce.” She mutters “Just… talk to him?”
“And say what? Sorry about the assless chaps, but it’s quite a view?”
“Okay. Maybe not that. Maybe… maybe do something…” she pauses, her eyes lighting up
“Oh. Oh. No.”
Babs grins at him.
“Babs no.”
“Babs yes.”
X
Dick tucks his bag of take out under his arm and sighs, resting his head against the penthouse door before opening it. Another night in that cold empty—
Only… not.
Dick opens the doors and there are candles everywhere. He glances back at the door to make sure he hasn’t somehow stumbled into the wrong apartment, but no. It’s his. There’s the hole in the wall his head made when Jason was fucking him too hard against it and they lost their balance. He makes his way in, and there’s more candles.
“… what is this, mood lighting?” He mutters to himself, before looking up, dropping both his jaw and the take out.
“Don’t… don’t you fucking laugh.”
Dick’s eyes were watering with the strain.
“I swear to God if you--.”
“Does the helmet have kitty ears?” Dick says, managing to keep his voice somewhat steady
“I’ve been reliably informed that they are tiger ears. Apparently they’re all the rage these days.”
“The bat symbol is sheer.”
“Yup.”
“Are those breakaway pants? Like the one’s…”
“Like the ones strippers wear? Yep.”
Dick is shaking, he’s actually shaking.
“Is that… are you wearing glitter.”
“Look, it came with the--.”
“Oh my God.” Dick moves closer, jaw dropping further “Are those supposed to be guns? Are they--.”
“Shaped like dicks? Yep. They’re water guns, and they work too.” Jason shoots Dick in the chest “See?”
Dick goes still as a statue.
“I just…”
“Shs.” Dick says, holding up a finger to silence him “I just… just let me savor this for a minute.”
Jason sighs, but nonetheless humors Dick.
“Okay.”
“Gonna take years to get this glitter off of the couch.”
“We’ll let Tim sit on it for a bit. That’ll help” Jason sighs. Dick rolls his eyes. “Look. I’m sorry I was an ass. Didn’t think about how…”
“Utterly humiliating.” Dick fills in
“Utterly humiliating.” Jason adds “That could be.” He reaches out, grabs Dick’s hand, pulls him closer. Dick can’t tell but he imagines he’s getting Jason’s best puppy eyes under the helmet “Forgive me?”
Dick looks down at him for a moment. Couldn’t deny, the costume was a little hot.
“Of course.” Dick says, rubbing his thumb over the back of Jason’s hand
“Is this the part where we have really hot makeup sex?”
Dick scoffs.
“This is the part where you go scrub that shit off your skin and don’t touch anything for a few hours.” He says, moving away “Days, really.”
“Oh come on.”
“It’s the herpes of craft supplies, Jay.” Dick says, moving back towards his bag of take out “I’m not in the mood for the ‘gift that keeps on giving’.”
“But,” Jason says, standing up from the couch, wincing when he glanced back at it. They’d be better off just replacing it at this point “We could sparkle together.”
“I’m gonna tell Babs you said that.”
“Don’t you dare.” Jason says, moving towards the shower
“Wait.” Dick asks “Are you wearing a domino under the helmet?”
Jason full body tenses.
“You are, aren’t you?”
Jason doesn’t respond, just starts moving towards the shower.
“What does it look like? Let me see!”
Jason runs, shuts and locks the bathroom door behind him. Dick laughs, before saying
“Babs. Did you get that?”
The lights on his security cameras flashed, the monitor on his screen lit up with Oracle’s face.
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