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me as a teenager: man it sucks to have no privacy or autonomy but i guess its for a good reason. when i turn 18 i will realise how young i was and understand why they did all that.
me as an adult: teenagers are an oppressed class, their abuse is normalised and systemic and they need to start killing people
I wrote some very short, very soft and sappy jaydick last night. hurt/comfort so light you won't even know it's there.
Jason's trembling when he wakes up with a jerk that cricks his neck and throbs some vital organ in his side. He can see his breath in the air, little puffs of cloud huffing from between his chattering teeth. Heat's out again. Vestiges of the nightmare slip through the cracks in his brain like running watercolor as he rolls onto his back, and then to his other side. It's fucking freezing and the other side of the bed beckons with warmth, Dick's body curled into a pretzel that can't be comfortable and radiating heat. He's deeply asleep, fists curled under his chin, chest rising and falling slow and steady. Jason palms the knee tucked nearly into Dick's mouth and guides it down, and then the other, coaxes tightly furled arms open until he can bundle himself into them. If Dick wakes he can't tell, limbs around him loose and heavy, but Jason presses a grateful kiss into the side of his neck just in case. The ice in his bone marrow is beginning to melt, frozen muscles thawing. Jason huffs a sigh and mouths lightly at Dick's steady pulse and wriggles until Dick's left arm settles into the notch of his waist and tightens on instinct, coercing a hug out of him.
Sirens outside flash red into the bedroom through the blinds, bright enough that red patterns bloom behind Jason's closed eyes. The dream is further away, a vague sense of unease, a flush of horror in his chest. He may not sleep again tonight, but it's easy to relax his body, match his breathing to Dick's. After a few long minutes he lets his hand slip up the side of Dick's bare thigh, traces an old raised scar over the cut of Dick's hip and up his flank. Dick makes a grumpy noise in his sleep, breath ruffling Jason's hair, tugging the corner of Jason's mouth up. He touches his lips to Dick's neck again, pushes in closer still, tangling their legs. Not for the first time, the feeling takes him that he doesn't know how long he'll have this, that it could be taken away at any moment, that he could fuck this up with a single wrong move he would never be able to predict or he might make on purpose and never have a moment like this again. He tries not to startle when warm fingers tap pointedly where they rest on his back. Time has passed, his head is foggy. Dick's voice is raspy with sleep. "Bad dream?"
Jason snorts a laugh and digs his nails into Dick's side. Dick doesn't react other than to push closer, thighs parting to let one of Jason's settle between them more comfortably. "Heat's out again," he says.
"Mm," says Dick.
"Your apartment is shit."
"Mm," says Dick.
The sirens outside finally stop blaring and the room settles into easy darkness again. Blunt fingernails move lightly over his bare back and Jason lets out a deep sigh and closes his eyes, content, a dog getting scratched. "Go back to sleep," he tells Dick.
"M'kay," Dick agrees, lying, and Jason drifts slowly into sweetly guarded sleep.
Tooootally not thinking about writing a Bad Parent Bruce Wayne fic where Dick and Jason have to navigate having a horrible father and end up being so traumatized and messed up that they end up dating each other because no one else understands what they went through and it’s wrong and fucked up and they’re brothers and they see each other as brothers but the way Dick holds Jason in his arms and the way Jason scratches Dick’s back like Bruce used to because no one else is there to scratch his older brother’s back anymore…
damian thinking time!!!! Also posting about dad!Dick hours!!!!
anyway, for most of comic history Damian has had the least amount of parents of any other character. Even Superman! (who has four parents technically). ESPECIALLY out of the Batfam. In canon alone Dick had three, Bruce had three, Tim had like four or five(? does Lady Shiva count? she 'took him under her wing'?) Jason has 6 (4 of them being moms) Duke's got three, Cass' got three, Stephanie's got three depending on if you consider Bruce her adoptive father. But Dame's only got Two. Except not really.
During Dick's initial run as Batman, Dick took on a very parental role to Damian, it's part of why Damian got the position of Robin. It's why newer runs just don't do it for some bc they ignore so much that happened during this time. (IMHO dick was a better dad then a brother to Damian.)
Anyway, I think I've realized why I, in particular, take issue with people not seeing this as a Valid™ relationship to exist. Both of my dad's are pieces of shit and there was almost three years between my bio father going to jail and my step father """wooing""" my mom. during those three years, my brother was not only the only man I knew consistently, but trying his hardest to prove he wasn't out biological father. Our father was very unpresent, especially in my life considering I was a "girl". My brother, who'd already loved me with his whole heart, took on an almost parental role in my life, and to this day sometimes I still slip up in my brain and call him dad. also, to spill my guts a little hear, when it came out I'd been SAd by my uncle my brother was not only a better support system but also cared more about me then """getting revenge""".
Rant finished! basically i get defensive about Dick&Dami dynamics because i fucking lived em! Yayyyyy and also somehow they had it way worse because neither had a mom to run to when they needed help with something. (no alfred doesn't count, he's more of that grandfather that wants you to figure it out yourself, not a compassionate person who would help you through everything because they love you. (which, accidentally, is how I've heard dick described before lol.))
GGH Jaydick Week Day 5- Wings AU
This is definitely not what was meant by Wings AU but uh here we are ❤️🐦💙
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If you like it watch it, if not, just ignore it, please:)
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All week there's a little bit of Jaydick, I hope you like it 🥰💖
i’ve been seeing way to much transandrophobia lately
so i want to try something
reblog if your blog is a safe space for transmascs
please. we need the support.
adding a reblog bait tw here, because some might need it <3
not an obligation to reblog for those with anxiety/ocd !!! 🩷/gen
thinking abiut a JayDick Tangled AU.... hnnn
Bruce as mother Gothel except he's definitely a bat cryptid under all the "human" disguise. Maybe he stole Dick in grief or something. OR Slade as Gothel can't decide yet but I DO want the Grayson's to be alive and well and grieving for their son. Maybe more influences from the original Rapunzel folk story. Either way, the kingdom misses their beloved prince very much and holds a ceremony every year where the entire city is lit up as a sort of beacon of hope.
Jason is Eugene obvs with Dickie as Rapunzel. Dick's hair glows blue bc i think thats neat.
anywayyyyyyy i need to actually write this or let someone else write this bc it's a brain worm and taking over my ability to think ab other fics that are more important (like ones being actively uploaded)
mmmmm did at least the prologue......
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The kingdom of Ćirikle was finally welcoming a new baby among their royalty, Crown Prince John and Princess Mary had finally conceived. But there was an unforeseeable blight.
“Mary, you'll be alright,” John promised, more to himself than his wife, holding her hand against his heart. He laid a kiss to her brow. “The physicians are working diligently to find something.”
Mary coughed weakly. Pregnancy had taken a stronger toll on her than anyone had seen before. Sickness, whether from a foreign visitor or his own body, was killing her. Killing their baby. Both of John's adored ones would die if he couldn't find a cure and time was running out.
“We'll find something,” He promised before pulling away, looking at the painted murals around them. He remembered tales from his own mother, a plant that could restore life. A plant that, if real, could restore his wife to health.
A flower, a miracle.
Graced by the tears of their god,
coveted,
almost gone.
•—•—•—•
Finally, he'd found it. Bruce had found it.
“Here!” He called, watching as all heads turned towards him. “I've found it!”
The royal guard followed him through the thorny bushes into the clearing, lit solely through the faint blue glow of the Moondrop Flower. Bruce thought it oddly suspicious how well hid such a covetous object was, but they had to hurry.
Selina sat beside the plant, moving to clip a glowing petal. A petal that crumbled to dust the moment it hit her palm.
“...What?” She frowned. Bruce watched her try again with similar results.
“Selina,” Bruce kneeled beside her. “What will we do?”
She pulled open her notebook, scouring the pages, landing on the limited knowledge of the flower. Bruce watched her eyes scour the pages frantically.
“Do we have an empty pouch?” She asked, turning to look at everyone. Bruce gave her his. “I'll need to pull it from the root. Apparently, that's why they've all but gone extinct.”
Bruce watched her work carefully, her long, clawlike nails digging into the dirt with practiced ease to extract the whole plant.
“We should return immediately, no telling how long this will live.” Selina said, mouth in a hard line.
•—•—•—•
John watched as Lady Selina ground the flower head in a pestle, quick and delicate work. Work only the court physician could do. Selina ladled some clean water into the stone bowl and continued mixing until finally, she poured it into a cup and handed it to John.
“There's a rhyme,” Selina explained as John brought it to Mary's lips. “I'll speak it with you.”
John nodded and gently brought the cup to her lips, watching as Mary's eyes opened, blue as the liquid in the cup.
“Flower gleam and glow, let your spirit shine…”
John took a steadying breath as the liquid glowed bright, sliding into Mary's mouth.
“Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt, change the fates design,”
John's voice cracked a little as tears slipped from his eyes. He smiled reassuringly down at Mary as she spent energy reaching for him, her hand landing on his hip.
“Love what has been lost, bring back what once was mine… What once was mine…”
John watched as the last of the liquid flowed from the cup, Mary falling still.
“If it works we'll know tomorrow.” Selina smiled warmly at her.
John wiped an eye and nodded, turning to look at Bruce, standing guard by the door.
“You're dismissed, Bruce. You too, Selina. I'll stay with Mary tonight.”
John sat in the chair beside the bed, gently holding his wife's hand as he fell asleep.
•—•—•—•
The sound of shrieking filled the room, waking the future king. Mary.
He looked at her, anguish on her face, her hand tight around his.
“Call Selina,” She demanded between panting breaths. “He's here, our baby's here!”
John, still fuzzy from sleep, jumped and ran towards the door, rushing down the hallway.
“Selina!” He called and banged on her door, the woman frantically opening it in her robe. John almost felt indecent seeing her such, but somehow seeing Bruce come up behind her was the thing to make him blush. “Mary's in labor.”
They all rushed back to the room, John taking his wife in his arms and watching her until the moment his son was born, morning light barely flooding the room. His son was born as daylight began, coming into the world crying his lungs out.
“Mary,” John whispered softly as their child was slotted in her arms, his shrieking quieting to a soft grumble in his mother's arms. “He's our baby.”
Mary nodded and gently kissed his forehead, her lips messing up the patch of black hair atop his head. John smiled with a content sigh as he wrapped his wife and baby in his arms, careful not to cause either harm.
“Our sweet baby,” Mary said before looking out the window, the window where a laying Robin had nested, the window where hatchlings cried for their own mother's attention. “Our Robinlett.”
John smiled and nuzzled against his wife's tear stained cheek. “Our Robinlett.”
•—•—•—•
Slade Wilson looked where the Moondrop flower once was, taken from under his nose. His grove had opened. Thus traitorous grove have let his flower be stolen. By Whom!?
Slade pushed apart the briar covers. His youth and health would decline soon. He'd find where his flower was kept. Or he'd find another flower. But he'd find his way back to where he was before.
•—•—•—•
The princeling of Ćirikle was born with glowing hair, blue in the moonlight. Soft and plentiful and it wouldn't stop growing. Little Dickie was almost six months now and his hair reached his shoulders. According to Selina that was nearly unheard of for a baby. John supposed it was the flower.
“We should cut his hair soon,” John expressed as he and Mary set Dick down in his nursery for the night.
“Nonsense. I don't care how your father views it, my baby will not have his hair cut until he's old enough to want it,” Mary argued. John sighed. He supposed this is what he signed up for when marrying her. She'd been argumentative since before they'd met and that's part of why John loved her so very much, the first person to ever tell him to shut up and sit down.
“Alright,” John smiled and hugged Mary from behind, holding her stomach. Mary had been intent on working her body back to how it was before, but John would be remiss to say he didn't adore how soft she was. Still, Mary wanted to be as close to her prior body as possible, and she was keeping the exercise light, so John wouldn't intervene. Whatever made his wife happy. “We should head to bed sweetheart, he's already asleep.”
Mary sighed and nodded as they turned to leave, unaware of what lurked.
•—•—•—•
Slade watched as the Crown Prince and princess finally left their baby alone. Not just their baby, his flower. His health, his youth. Six months was a long time to go without it.
He slid into the room and looked down at Prince Richard. He slept soundly and Slade smirked as the baby didn't move even as he grabbed a lock of hair. He hummed the rhyme, feeling as all the things he'd been deprived of flooded back to him. He grabbed a small lock of hair and snipped it off, watching it dull in his hands like a lifted petal. Dammit!
Suddenly, the babe woke, screaming his lungs out. He heard as people rushed down the hall, the head of the guard no doubt. He really didn't want to face another Wayne. But, the flower would be lost if he ran… unless.
He scooped the baby up and bolted for the balcony door, looking behind him just long enough to see the royals burst through the door, fear in their eyes, the captain of the guard following close behind. And then he ran.
Combing my two main fandoms here ^^
thinking abiut a JayDick Tangled AU.... hnnn
Bruce as mother Gothel except he's definitely a bat cryptid under all the "human" disguise. Maybe he stole Dick in grief or something. OR Slade as Gothel can't decide yet but I DO want the Grayson's to be alive and well and grieving for their son. Maybe more influences from the original Rapunzel folk story. Either way, the kingdom misses their beloved prince very much and holds a ceremony every year where the entire city is lit up as a sort of beacon of hope.
Jason is Eugene obvs with Dickie as Rapunzel. Dick's hair glows blue bc i think thats neat.
anywayyyyyyy i need to actually write this or let someone else write this bc it's a brain worm and taking over my ability to think ab other fics that are more important (like ones being actively uploaded)
jaydick-ifying memes for my own entertainment
original under cut
headcanon: dick and donna run an apparel brand called "Antiquity Apparel" together and model&design all their looks themselves. they sell clothes of all sorts including active wear and formal wear. Some outfits are kind of revealing, it's definitely not a modesty brand, some are way more covering but it's all rather comfortable. they put an emphasis on the fact they donate money/essential clothing to various shelters and organizations that give directly to the misfortuned in society (Like bombas does, i think thats the brand at least?). They started primarily in Bludhaven and Gotham as Dick had a soft spot for them and quickly started on a larger scale when the public loved them and their ideas. For some shoots they have the other Titans come and model for them and when they released a kid specific line they got all of the younger heroes in on it. I dont know maybe it's stupid but i just want them to be happy and besties, man. :°)
i dont know if it's because im on youtube a lot lately, but Ive seen an uptick in 'Tim & Cass as twins' and honestly? they couldn't be fucking wrong like huh? like there's all these text-posts people be reading and as someone who enjoys certain fanonizations of characters sometimes they're fun! And I listen and horror dawns on me as I realize this person has only read wayne family adventures and hasn't so much as seen even BtAS. And the tipping point is usually "Tim and Cass are twins teehee! :D". Like the 17 year old WHITE boy and the early 20s ASIAN girl? I understand having head canons sometimes even about race, I enjoy Hispanic Jason Todd headcanons whenever i see them for sure, but like something about asian Tim Drake headcanons is kind of icky especially when the person headcanonning Tim Drake ignores the fact Cass is very much half asian in turn for their favorite little white boy. (also it can be very racist if it's jack or janet being asian cause of ya'know the racist stereotype that asian parents are neglectful of their child unless it's about school). (It's also probably misogynistic considering they're straight up ignoring Cass as a character most of the time to dumb her down to '"Tim's twin!". Maybe I'm reading to much into that one tho) also like if you want a Tim Drake bestie that's actually Like A Sister™ crack open a young justice comic with Cassie Sandsmark. good god.
let’s get complicated and kind of problematic with it
i love not reading a single dc comic/media while lurking in the fandom. its like i'm a conman selling wares. does this headcanon make sense canonically? hell no. did this part in my canon divergence actually happen? fuck if i know!
its so fun, they're just concepts to me stitched together by my desire to see my faves get love or get railed. build-a-bear for my version of the plot and now dickjay is canon and jason is as oblivious as a nerd stereotypically would be, and he's lady shiva's godson now. sorry, i make the rules now.
JayDick Week 2026 — Day 1: Crossdressing
I don’t usually draw jaydick but I wanted to participate for at least a day, so here’s a sketch
