rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs
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- Black Mask Heir Tim - "hand in unlovable hand" inspo
- Black mask tim 2
- Homeless Tim
- Tim amnesia League
- Tim returned from bad AU
- Tim Dimension Travel - Muzzle
- vampire au 2
- Vampire Tim
- Villians win au
- Dead Three
- Renegade
- Time Loop - Tim
- Wayward Quail
- Alternate Universe Travel Tim
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Not gonna tag anyone this time because I'm sure this has made its rounds enough that everyone has been tagged this time around. :)
JJ idea for you!(part 2) Joker starts taking JJ out with him as his "sidekick" and even changes his name to Jackson. At some point in time, Jason just snaps and kills the Joker in front of one of the Bats. He manages to escape and wages war on Gotham's rogues, no mercy (like, legit, he starts killing them off one by one, no one is safe). For the bats, it's a race against time trying to figure out who he is and how to stop him before he takes everyone out (including himself at the end).
Ooooooo I really like this idea!! Adding it to my list for sure 💕💕💕
I was tagged by @jpeg-dot-jpeg in the WIP Title Tag Game!!! Very excited to particpate <3
AM I A MONTH LATE IN RESPONDING TO THIS?? Yes. Yeppp...Oops.
Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!
My docs are a mess, I don't even have a WIP folder these days. Here are a few of the most recent of like 50 WIPs I probably have.
Alternate Universe Travel Tim
Absolution 2 - Bad Dinner Scene
Absolution 2 - Babysitter Scene
Absolution 2 - Main
Asylum Tim
Too sleepy rn to bother tagging anyone with this one. :)
Ngl, it's definitely on the...BACK back burner. I get...very easily side tracked. I always appreciate asks/comments like these, though. It lets me know what people want and it's a nudge back toward those WIPs.
The problem with Batman in his present incarnation is that we need simultaneously to believe that this is a man who can effortlessly ninja his way through dozens of gun-toting mercenaries, and that this is a man to whom Danny DeVito with an umbrella is a credible threat.
Okay, that was glib – let me expand. I'm fully aware that Batman comics generally don't have him fighting guys like the Penguin one on one these days. That's not the problem. The problem is that superhero power creep has rendered Batman functionally immune to hired goons, but owing to his roots as a street-level vigilante, like half of his classic villains are guys whose primary threat vector is the ability to field arbitrary numbers of hired goons. There just aren't a lot of ways to work around that without either doing violence to the villain's idiom or making Batman carry the idiot ball – though I'll grant that some of the attempted workarounds have been very entertaining!
#i say we give the goons powercreep too #some goon moves to gotham and is gobsmacked at the average goons fighting ability; that would render them their own mob boss in another city (via @chaoticspacedust)
You joke, but that's literally one of the workarounds I'm referring to. One of the reasons that recent Batman stories keep looping back around to ancient ninja conspiracy stuff is that an answer to "how do we make hired goons a credible threat when Batman is an invincible ninja?" is "the hired goons are also ninjas".
Imagine turning to crime out of financial desperation and you can’t even land a job as a dumb knuckle cracking brawler anymore without five years of martial arts training, a CDL in evasive getaway driving and a hand written recommendation from an active member of The Court of Owls.
what if, 😳 what if 😳 i reblogged your posts… 💕and you reblogged my posts… 🙈💞 and we were mutuals 👉👈 …but we never have a real conversation because we’re both shy? 😅💜
funny thing about “pure obsessional” or mental-only compulsive OCD is that you could be having the most devastating mental health crisis of your life and spiraling into the brainworm dimension but to everyone around you, you’re just politely browsing for medicated chapstick
Rules: Post the last sentence/line from your WIP or wherever you left off in your art. Then tag as many people as there are words in the sentence/line. Please make a new post if you decide to join the game, don't do it under this post
Tagged again! Thanks @fleur-de-violette ❤️
I've written a little more from the same WIP as last time, so this is from the same fic.
When they finally usher Talon into the house, the door closes behind them with a finality that twists JJ's stomach.
Still too anxious to tag anyone this time, lol. I still love being tagged though!
Rules: Post the last sentence/line from your WIP or wherever you left off in your art. Then tag as many people as there are words in the sentence/line. Please make a new post if you decide to join the game, don't do it under this post
Thanks for the tag @friendlyneighborhood-writer ^_^
JJ is glad he found him when he did. He's going to protect this kid with his life.
My anxiety is too high today to pick people out to tag right now lol, so no tags, but if you're reading this I'd love to see your sentences in the replies. 🥺
Oooh for a JJ fic, what about something with timmy recovering and having a laugh episode, and triggers jason and hurt/comfort ensues? Or something along those lines, I can't put my thoughts in words well lol. But def something with timmy and him being ashamed with the laughing but with lots of comfort? Sorry this ask is a mess xD But I love your work btw!
This kind of scene will definitely end up in one of my JJ fics at some point. ^_^
it’s been a while but i’m wondering if you’d be open to sharing some more details about all birds have talons 2? i’ve been thinking ab this fic for moonths and i find myself coming back to reread it pretty often so i’m very hyped for the sequel!
Yes!
The fic focuses on freshly ex-Talon Jason and Sasha. I got several thousand words in before I realized I was accidentally writing what was essentially a darker, Jason-version of swimming is to drowning as flying is to by TransSilver. >.< Oops.
I haven't yet decided if Sasha is going to be jealous of the fam and trying to keep them away from Jason, or if she's going to try to push him toward them.
Here's a little Sasha-focused snippet. (Please excuse the lack of editing on this one.)
The first time Sasha convinced him to take her out, he didn't bother trying to stay undetected. Sasha needed lessons in stealth, but that would come later.
Jason wasn't following Red Robin this time, but they inevitably crossed paths anyway. When Red Robin spotted the both of them he altered his course and landed at the edge of the rooftop where Jason was teaching Sasha how to handle a grapple.
Sasha bristled when she noticed the boy and stood tense beside Jason. He lay a hand on her shoulder and squeezed in reassurance.
"You have a sidekick," Red Robin said in way of greeting. Not one to mince words, evidently.
"I am not a sidekick," Sasha snapped immediately. "We are partners."
"Right." He turned his attention to Jason. "I wanted to thank you for that save the other night. You saved me from having to sew up a bullet hole in the back of my suit."
Jason almost snorted. Saved Alfred the trouble, maybe. Instead he just nodded in response.
"You don't talk much," Red Robin observed.
"That's because—" Sasha stopped herself and took a peek up at Jason. She had a habit of running her mouth, and she was slowly learning to rein herself in, but of course she couldn't stop herself from jumping to Jason's defense.
Jason looked down at her and shrugged. She knew to keep his most important secret. Beyond that, he didn't care what anyone knew.
"Because?" Tim prompted.
"Because he can't talk. So don't be rude."
Red Robin actually looked surprised for a moment. "Oh." He cocked his head. "But you spoke the other night."
"It hurts him." Which…wasn't technically true. It wasn't a physical pain, really. It was just…conditioning, as sick as it made him feel to admit that. Any time he spoke his brain told him he was doing something very wrong.
Red Robin studied Sasha and Jason found himself beginning to feel defensive.
I'm extremely intrigued by the villains win au and would love to learn even more about it. If it's not allowed (since someone already asked about it), Tim red hood - reverse Robin sounds fascinating
Of course you're allowed! ^_^ I don't have the plot sketched out enough to really give more info on the story, but have a snippet!
Jason was so out of it that Dick had to take most of his weight as they stumbled their way out of Black Mask's headquarters. They passed Roman's body on the way out and Dick wished that Jason was cognizant enough to remember it. He wanted him to see his torturer's corpse, wanted him to see the ocean of blood that had pooled beneath him, flowed from his throat as he'd choked on it, blood burbling up over his gruesomely exposed teeth.
Dick wondered if he would ever mourn his own morality, later when he had that kind of privilege. He wondered if Bruce would have hated him, if he were still here.
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.
Thanks for the tag @a-canceled-stamp for another tag! 💕💕💕
For this one, I’ll post a snippet from each of the WIPs in the last post. Asks are still welcome for more info. :)
- Tim red hood, reverse robins
His—he’s—Jason’s talking about his photos. Of Batman and Robin. They were in his room when he died. Hidden in a compartment in his closet.
“Alfred found them,” Jason explained. “He has a bunch framed, all over the Manor. Damian kept some—he keeps them in his apartment. There’s one on his damn fridge, Tim. He does miss you.”
- Renegade au
"I also trained Red Hood when he was working with the League of Assassins."
He didn't know where the sudden pettiness came from, but he couldn't help but add details. "I gave him his first gun. Taught him how to hold it, how to shoot. An FN 509 compact tactical. He liked the size and weight—he hadn't hit his growth spurt yet, his hands were still so small—"
"That's enough."
It took a minute for Batman to compose himself. Renegade felt a rogue flare of satisfaction.
- all birds have talons 2 - edited:
He'd killed those two men right in front of her. He'd killed them, and that poor, broken little girl looked back up at him with stars in her eyes. Sasha had stood there with someone else's blood splattered on her hospital gown and looked at a remorseless murderer like he'd hung the moon.
And she hadn't stopped following him around since.
- villains win au
Dick found him in Roman's office. He was—he was in a dog crate. A large one, but Jason was big. There was no room for him to fully sit up or stretch his legs, so he lay curled on his side. There was no lock on the cage and—that meant that something was very wrong.
- homeless Tim
That winter had scared him so bad he'd stayed home for a full six months after. It was the longest Tim had been home since he'd turned twelve. He'd paid for it, but it was better than dying in the cold.
But it, inevitably, didn't last. It took his dad breaking his arm to have him climbing out his window this time. As soon as it had healed enough that he didn't technically...probably need it in a cast anymore, he'd sawed it off on his own and found himself right back across the bridge to Gotham proper.
- blurred blue bleeding
But the pain was a cleanse. He understood, after. It was a necessary evil. He'd grown up away from the Court, where he never should have, and it had sullied him. It made him too soft, tangled him up with too many people. Relationships outside of the Court were a weakness, a liability. The pain had cleansed his mind and soul of all of that. He felt like a weight had been lifted, like he could think clearly for the first time.
So now he obeyed because he wanted to. Because the Court was all he had, all he needed. And if he disobeyed he would be decommissioned, and he didn't want to be rejected by his family. He wanted to be useful to his masters. He couldn't disappoint them.
So when they sent him after Jason Todd, he just nodded and picked up his blades.
- mazes in our minds
He was startled awake again by the jarring sensation of something touching him. Hands burning against his cold, paper thin skin, and he bucked away from them, flailing wildly again for the walls, for his safe corner. But it wasn't there and the hands came back again following him but he was too weak to fight, muscles atrophied from lack of use. He tried to scramble away but his arms and legs wouldn't take his weight and he rolled uselessly against that terrible, soft ground. There were sounds assaulting his ears—frantic voices. Jumbled words swimming around his head, but they didn't mean anything, words hadn't meant anything to him in a long time.
- bar hopping
Jun slid his arm closer to where Tim's was resting on the bar so that their forearms were almost brushing. An invitation for contact, but not a violation of boundaries. Tim could easily move away if he wasn't comfortable. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Jun said simply.
Tim pressed his lips together. Then he shifted and his arm was pressed against Jun's. His raw nerves chafed at the contact, but he forced himself to breathe through it and the warmth of Jun's skin slowly began to overtake that feeling. He hadn't really known the other boy long enough for this kind of intimate contact yet, but he was surprised to find that it didn't feel... uncomfortable. The power of tequila. And vodka. And whatever was in that shot Jason had pushed into his hands earlier.
This is coming in late but for the ask game? I'm curious about the "homeless Tim" one 👀
The basic premise of that one is that Tim never became Robin because his dad is abusive and he spends most of his time between 13 - 17 as a runaway. He goes back home intermittently when he's desperate and runs away again whenever his dad gets too bad.
It starts with Tim jumping in to help Jason in an alleyway scuffle during one of his runaway stints. (I haven't decided yet if Jason died in this AU or not, so he's either Red Hood or Red Robin here.) Jason can tell that Tim is in a bad situation and tries to convince him to let him help but Tim gets defensive. Jason asks around the streets later to get more of Tim's story from the locals, and he and Tim "run into" each other here and there (read: Jason being a stalker).
During all this there's a gang war brewing between two of the Rogue's gangs (haven't decided exactly which ones yet), and Tim and Jason end up getting tangled up in things.
It's basically a "Tim enters the Batfamily early late" story.
It's still really rough, but here's a snippet:
There was something off about the kid. His accent, for one. It was Gotham for sure, but it wasn't Crime Alley. It was almost like he was purposefully smudging it to cover up a more posh one. He was certainly skinny enough to be your run-of-the-mill street kid, and his clothes were a little worn, a little dirty, but they were good quality, better than a lot of the families in this part of Gotham could usually afford. He could have stolen them, but Jason's gut said otherwise.
He would bet the pie Alfred promised to make him tonight that the kid was from Bristol. A runaway.
"What's your name, kid?"
"Alvin," he answered smoothly. He was a good liar. If Jason hadn't already expected the kid to bullshit his way through this interrogation-in-disguise he wouldn't have suspected the lie.
"Where you stayin', Alvin?"
He shrugged. "Around."
"You get that cut looked at?"
He reached self-consciously to touch the large gash on his head. "It's fine."
From the looks of it, it should have had stitches. It must have bled like crazy and it was going to take much longer to heal this way.
"How'd you get it?"
The kid hummed. "You're welcome for the save, but I have places to be, if you'll excuse me?" Alvin didn't wait for an answer before he turned curtly on his heel.
"Wait!" Jason darted forward and put a hand on the kid's shoulder. Alvin flinched and whipped back around with a glare and Jason pulled his hand back and held it up. "Sorry, I shouldn't have touched you. Will you just listen to me for a sec'?"
Alvin crossed his arms. "Whatever you're going to say, I've heard it before."
"Look, I get it, okay? I used to be out here, too, y'know? I'm just sayin', if you're trying to get away from someone—"
"You don't know anything," Alvin said with a surprising ferocity that had Jason taking a step back.
"You're right," he conceded. "I don't know anything about you. I'm sorry. But I do know what it's like to be hungry, so at least let me buy you a burger or somethin'? As a thank you for saving my ass?"
Alvin was still glaring, but Jason could see him swallow. He'd never forget how much it had sucked to starve. He would have jumped at the offer.
He had jumped at the offer. And somehow it had ended with him in a goddamn leotard jumping off of roofs.
"Fine. But no more soft interrogations, I'm not an idiot."
I'd completely forgotten about this one until I flipped through my WIPs for this, apparently it's 9k words already?? It'll probably need to be rewritten before I ever post it. Basic premise is Talon Dick has been completely stockholmed by the Court of Owls. Not your typical scared little brainwashed Talon, more of a Red Hood type of situation. He gets captured rescued by the fam and they try to un-stockholm him.
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Dick was different now, but he was still himself. Talon wasn't a secondary entity in his mind. His old self wasn’t locked away in a closet in his head, banging his fists against the door in futility. There was no split personality. Dick was Dick and he was also Talon. Like he’d been Robin. Like he’d been Nightwing. Like he'd been Batman.
He hadn’t lost any of himself, his loyalties just lay elsewhere now. And that meant when the Court sent him after a target, he eliminated it without question. This was his purpose, it was what he was always meant for. For generations his family had trained their children to be great acrobats, conditioned their bodies to be perfect Talons when the Court called them.
