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Here is the list of my published works on AO3 and Tumblr.

From Vigilante Chaos to Sleepless Nights: A Dad's Tale of Crime, Kids, and Unexpected Allies

JayRoy | Oneshot | 11k

"Untie me", orders Roy with all the authority and self-respect he can muster. "I don't know", drags Red Hood, "what's in it for me?"

Another Day in Paradise

TimKon | 5/5 | 17k

After a regular fight with his team, Tim wakes up in the Titan Tower infirmary and goes on with his life. The rest is history. Well, kind of.

Misplaced Assumptions and Heroic Realities: Bernard's Third Wheeling Adventures

TimKon | Complete | 11k

5 times Bernard got too much Information on Robin and Superboy relationship and 1 time he got way too much.

How to seduce your hot and shady neighbor in 10 steps, while solving your friend family drama on the way: a guide by Roy Harper

JayRoy | 10/10 | 28k | Read it on Tumblr | Amazing cover and fanart for chapter 7 by @haithhegimp

Step 1: introduce yourself Step 2: be friendly Step 3: don't ask questions Step 4: find common interests Step 5: use your kid as a honeytrap Step 6: be reliable (and still don't ask questions) Step 7: get close Step 8: get closer Step 9: realize you already met the family Step 10: get the shovel talk anyway

Penelope had nothing on you

JayRoy | Oneshot | 5k | Read it on Tumblr | Inspired by @ultimate-marysue prompt

It starts as a joke. Wally jokes about Roy’s archaic choice of weapons, Roy counters by pointing out that a bow is much more reliable than mechanical weapons. The discussion escalates toward the respective merits of arrowheads or bullets to hold tricks, culminating with Roy deciding that Wally’s inability to use a bow renders his opinion irrelevant anyway. It spirals down from there.

The One where the Justice League assumes

Batfamily | Oneshot | 3k | Read it on Tumblr | Inspired by @frownyalfred's prompt

Clark standing guard at the medbay door: “we can’t let you in. his secret identity could be—” Dick: “Bruce Wayne.” Clark: “—what?” Dick: “Bruce Wayne. Now let me in."

Mute Point

Jason Todd x Roy Harper | +60k | Read it on Tumblr

Roy Harper always knew that behind the Wonder Boy smile, Dick Grayson was as cunning and manipulative as they come. Especially when it came to family. So when Dick calls in a favor, and Roy ends up signing on as the ASL interpreter for his estranged brother, he has no idea what he’s really signing up for. Jason Todd is brooding, arrogant, and scarred by more than just trauma: a walking disaster with a tongue sharp enough to draw blood. But Roy figures he can handle it. He’s seen worse. Done worse. Hell, standing half-naked in front of strangers doesn’t even crack his Top Ten Most Embarrassing Moments. Dodging bullets in broad daylight, though? Yeah. That definitely wasn’t in the job description. "Look, I’m sorry. This is just… new." Roy scrubs a hand through his hair. "I care about you. I don’t want anything to happen to you — is that really so hard to get?" His voice softens, hands signing gently now. "I’m deaf, not stupid." Roy is going to fucking strangle him at this rate. "That’s not what I meant and you damn well know it!"

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#fanfiction #AO3 #dcu #timkon #jayroy #dc universe #secret identity #identity reveal #tim drake #jason todd #single dad roy harper #roy harper #conner kent #red robin #superboy #arsenal #red hood #batfamily #justice league

"Mute Point" Epilogue is up on AO3

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The first thing Roy notices is the ceiling. White and sterile, fluorescent lights lined up like interrogation lamps. The second thing is the smell. Antiseptic sharp enough to burn the inside of his nose. Hospital. Panic hits before memory does. His pulse spikes, machines beside him erupting in frantic beeps as he jerks upright, only to feel tubes tugging at his arms and something under his nose. His throat is sandpaper when he croaks, "Lian—" A hand settles on his shoulder, steady but gentle. "She’s fine."

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#mute point #jayroy #jason todd x roy harper #fanfiction #dc comics #batman comics #jason todd #roy harper #red hood #arsenal #rhato #red hood and the outlaws #no capes au #slow burn #idiots in love #deaf character #ao3

pocket-luv101

Tim: Conner texted me "your adorable" so I texted him back and said "no, YOU’RE adorable."

Dick: And?

Tim: And now we're dating. We've been on six dates. All I did was point out a typo, but I like him so I’m not gonna say anything.

moldymeat

Happy 30 years Animorphs!!!

kpiuniverse

Oh God.

I feel so old right now...

(wouldn't trade the memory of reading them every month like clockwork for anything, though).

#animorphs

plagueislost

narrator: it was not, in fact, a surprise.

cactusringed

I think fanfiction as a medium is different enough from mainstream literature in the tools it offers writers that it's a shame that it's not talked about more often. And it's not me saying "fanfic is better than books xD" because that sort of mindset is a symptom of people who aren't particularly well read in either medium. I'm just speaking of like... The little things you get to do with a fanfic that you genuinely can't really do in an original story.

I had a big fanfic in a previous fandom where one of the big reveals was the involvement of a kind of infamous villain, whose presence was built up to and foreshadowed through the whole fic until his reveal without ever mentioning his name, so that the name drop would be a gut punch. It worked especially well because of who the villain was and his presence in that fandom space specifically (it's very complicated) and if it was an original story this reveal wouldn't work at all the way it was written in the fic. Because if you don't have a predisposition to think about that character and his relationship to the hero in a very specific way, then just seeing their name won't do much to you; the reveal and the recontextualisation it pushes upon you hinges on your previous knowledge of the source material.

I think it's an interesting tool fanfic authors are given. One of my favorite fanfic of all time is partially a re-imagining of its source material's canon, and something it does is introduce antagonists much earlier in the story or deepen npcs' stories. It then works to evoke a tragic irony that again wouldn't work if you didn't know the source material, and it's something the author obviously has a lot of fun with.

You could call it cheap or a crutch and I mean, yeah, sure, it is a little bit: the fanfic relies on previously established emotional bonds and stakes to achieve its goal, and in some cases it saves the author from having to 'properly' build up its stakes. But I think it's INTERESTING that it has that tool at its disposal. I think it's a fun thing to play with and I think these built in expectations and emotional bonds are especially why I find story driven aus in particular to be fascinating in the amount of ways you can play with them. You know??

papayafromtv

i love BAMF 10 yr old Damian who can clock everybody's shit, but there is also something so funny to me about dumb-bitch-child Damian. like i need there to be a world where. hold on no i just need to write the conversation hold on

*Damian, out of nowhere on patrol one night*

Damian: you know.., there was a solid 2 year period at the league compound where i thought you were Batman.

Jason:

Jason: what?

Damian: yeah- ‘cause like, i was seven. and i met you for the first time after you came out the pit and were all big already. and i didn’t know anything about my father apart from, like, what my mother told me of him, right? and so when i met you, and i never actually heard anybody call you your name—just Mother referring to you as ‘one of Gotham’s greatest heroes’ and everybody calling you ‘prince’, in my little seven-year-old head, i was like ‘ok so this must be him then’.

Jason: what the fuck.

Damian: well you looked a lot like him. i’d only ever seen one grainy photo of the man taken from a distance and you fit the description; same build, hair, eyes, broody manner and passion for justice. you were everything i’d ever thought Batman was supposed to be, so when Mother started giving you special treatment and demanding you be treated like somebody important within the league, i thought that was just her lingering affection for an ex.

Jason:

Jason: is that why you made me teach you how to ride a bike?

Damian: yeah i was trying to make up for lost time.

Damian: i don’t know how you didn’t pick up on it—i called you Father like, religiously.

Jason: …to be honest i just wasn’t fluent in Arabic yet. when i finally did figure out that’s what you were saying i just assumed you were making a dig at the fact that i slept with Talia that one time.

Damian: yeah that was- can i be honest with you? i set that up.

Jason:

Jason: what.

Damian: originally Mother wasn’t going to meet with you in person that night, she was going to send a messenger in place, but i snuck into her chambers and edited her schedule so she’d be in the area anyway and would go see you herself.

Jason:

Damian: then i ordered food for where you were staying online in the hopes that you'd chat and realise you still loved each other.

Jason: that’s where those oysters came from-!

Damian: yeah i didn’t- i didn’t actually realise how problematic you and her being together was until after i came to Gotham. i was just trying to have a parent-trap moment and get my mom and dad back together, you know? i didn’t know you were seventeen, i just thought the Lazarus Pit had made you look more youthful than before.

Jason:

Jason, dryly: because famously, as you can tell by looking at Ra’s, that’s what the Lazarus Pit does.

Damian: listen i was eight.

Damian: -and i didn’t force you guys to do anything—this is still on my Mother for going with it; and for bad communication. if she had at any point spoken to me clearly about my father then that misunderstanding wouldn’t have ever happened.

Jason: so… when did you figure out I wasn’t Bruce Wayne…?

Damian:

Damian: well… it was complicated?

Jason: which means?

Damian: it means at first Mother told me i was just going to Gotham with you, which made me think, like, ‘yay, i get to go home with Dad’ right? and then we got to Gotham and saw Batman and Robin out and you started getting mad at a ‘replacement’, and i thought you were mad because your Robin replaced you with a new Batman.

Jason, incredulous: oh my god.

Damian: -yeah, but then we had that whole confrontation with them during patrol where you told Batman i was his son and that Talia Al Ghul wanted you to put me in his care, and i was just standing behind you like… what fucking game are you playing here Father?

Jason: *snort* you didn’t- that didn’t fucking tip you off?

Damian: no! i was like 2 years deep into this belief at this point, nothing was gonna shake me. i came to the conclusion that you were sending me in as a spy or something, so i went along with it. we got back to Wayne Manor and Pennyworth greeted Batman by saying ‘welcome back, Master Bruce’ and i got really mad at Tim because i was like ‘oh so not only did he replace Batman but he did it with the first fat fuck he found with the same first name, huh.’

Jason: *wheeze*

Damian: so i didn’t really try to kill Tim because i wanted Robin; i was doing it for your, the original Batman’s, honour.

Jason: oh my god????

Damian: ...yeah. i didn't- ok, honestly? i didn't really clock that you weren't the original Batman until after you unmasked yourself in front of everyone for the first time.

Jason: -EXCUSE ME-?

Damian: because- BECAUSE, in the league everybody just called you by 'prince' or 'the Gotham boy', and then in Gotham nobody knew your identity so everybody just called you Red Hood. it wasn't until you revealed your identity to the family and everybody started crying about some 'Jason Todd' that was still alive that i came to the realisation that nobody had ever point blank told me your name was Bruce Wayne.

Jason, in awe: wait- wait oh my god i do remember you being really fucking quiet during that whole reveal..,

Damian: yeah i was- i was coming to terms with a lot of stuff in that moment.

Jason: WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!

Damian: what am i, stupid? looking back a year or so later, yeah it's a funny memory of how stupid i was as a kid. in the moment? you couldn't have fucking waterboarded that info out of me.

Jason:

Jason: you know. it does kinda- oh my god it makes so much sense now,

Damian: what does?

Jason: Tim told me the first time they let you in the Batcave he watched you walk up to my memorial case, read the plaque, and then loudly go, 'who the fuck is Jason Todd'. and i always thought that was real fuckin' weird considering i'm your emergency contact.

Damian: *wheezes*

Jason: were you disappointed that the fake-Bruce was your actual dad, then?

Damian: honestly i was more troubled at the realisation that i'd actively participated in the action of trying to get my mother and adoptive brother to bang.

Jason:

Jason: alright that's fair,

stillnotsquashed

Damian: Out of respect for the Robin name, I have been researching the person who originated it: Mary Grayson (nee Lloyd). Bruce: Oh, find anything good? Damian: Were you aware she had a criminal record? Bruce: Yes. Tim: Of course. I have a copy of it at home. Jason: I mean I didn't. But I'm not surprised. Damian: Why not? Jason: Because I've met her son. I imagine Mary Grayson was involved in every anti-authoritarian protest she came across on her travels. What I would be more interested in is learning exactly what Janet Drake was up to to create Master Stalker over there.

varpusvaras

Bruce: My son has come back to life and is now a murderer

Oliver: Ouch, that sounds rough. Who did he kill?

Bruce: A bunch of high-profile drug gang members. He cut their heads off and put them in a bag

Oliver: ....okay, brutal, but at least it wasn't like school children, right?

Bruce: He also tazed Captain Nazi in the face so hard it killed him-

Oliver: Hang on, he did what to who?

Bruce: He tazed Captain Nazi to death, who is a superhuman who has the powers that were first created during the Second World War, in order to make a perfect soldier for Hitler-

Oliver Jonas Queen, the biggest Leftist in the Justice League who calls people fascist both on his job and on his free time: And this is a bad thing how?

Bruce: He killed a man!

Oliver: So, what I am hearing is, that you don't want him? Can I have him, then?

Bruce: What? No-

Oliver: Too late! He's my son now!

kpiuniverse

Who do you think funded the Outlaws, hum? Bruce?

Ollia has a five year plan to get Jason married into the family. Mia was a bust, but he has high hopes for Roy (he knows Jason has a thing about kids, and he's not above using Lian for the greater good).

On hold a sec.

I might have a new fic idea...

#jayroy #fanfiction #red hood #dc comics #batman comics #crack fic #fic prompt #oliver queen

incorrectdccomicquotes

Roy Harper: Excuse me sir have you ever been arrested?

Jason Todd: Yeah, how could you tell?

Roy Harper: I was gonna say it’s illegal to be that cute, but now I’m curious.

Jason Todd: Aggravated assault.

cz474

"Mute Point" Chapter 11 is up on AO3

Come check it out!

The rest of the night passes in a blur — police statements, flashlights cutting through the wreck of his apartment, the sharp chemical smell of cleaning products as Roy does the bare minimum to make the place livable again. And Lian. Trembling in his arms. Asking if the bad men are gone. Nodding when he signs We’re safe, even if he doesn’t feel safe by any stretch of the imagination. He’s her dad. It’s his job to make her feel safe. A job he so clearly failed at by bringing Jason into their lives — despite all the warning signs everyone around him (with Ollie proudly leading the cabal) pointed out. He knows he’s being unfair. But the night peeled something raw inside him, and he’s realizing that fairness and self-preservation don’t always overlap. It’s time he prioritizes the latter and lets go of his savior complex. Especially for someone who very clearly does not want to be saved.

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rbundollie

Zinnia

jaytim/timjay ficlet for Zinnia May Flowers prompt

💐

“Look I know I'm ridiculous, but it helps okay?” Tim sank down on the soft grass in the quiet cemetery. The afternoon sun was blocked by clouds, but there was no threat of rain, just the insistent gloom of the perpetual gray skies of Gotham.

He knelt down, uncaring of the grass against his faded jeans, and took a deep breath. There was just a soft bird call and the wind. No other sounds to disturb his moment.

“It’s just a tradition for me,” Tim continued, not really looking at the gravestone but feeling its weighty presence. “I’ve been doing it for so long – though admittedly not recently – that it's just a comfort.”

He fiddled with the flowers he brought, slowly unwrapping them and separating the long stems. It was a variety of a dozen zinnias. The brightly colored flowers appeared joyous however Tim had picked them long ago based on their symbolism for remembrance and as a bit of a wish fulfillment.

Zinnias were endurance and perseverance– a lasting affection and thoughts of missing friends. Tim changed the colors he bought but always tried to bring a variety. Pink was his personal favorite but keeping them mixed brought him joy. Yellow for remembering the brightness of Robin’s cape, white for the goodness he brought into the world, red for the passion he showed. Pink for the admiration Tim held for Jason Todd.

He placed them into the small vase in front of the headstone one at a time as he spoke. “When I started, I just wanted to feel close to you. We had been neighbors but never talked. I’d seen you at school, known you were Robin, but it never seemed my place to bridge the gap.”

He fiddled with a pink zinnia, twirling the long stem in his fingers.

“Then I started coming out here to tell you about my adventures, ask you for advice,” he admitted softly. “It actually helped me a lot.”

He plucked up a red zinnia, petting at the petals.

“Once it was known you weren’t even here, I stopped coming for a bit, but I’d be lying if I said this was the first time I’ve done this since you came back.”

A yellow zinnia was removed from the vase and Tim watched it raise up as Jason straightened with the bloom between his fingers. He stared at it, contemplatively. “I don’t have much morbid curiosity these days for my own gravesite, but these are nice flowers.”

His voice was soft as he continued to look at the flower. He replaced it in the vase and offered the hand to Tim instead, helping him stand back up. “Maybe buy some for the apartment next time instead,” he grinned as his demeanor shifted. “At least there I can enjoy them.”