batman g/t
how do you feel about g/t angst between a giant jason and his (tiny)replacement ? Any ideas?
I've answered this kind of scenario multiple times and it can go several different ways depending on what era it is. I've already talked about most of my thoughts and I haven't had any new ones since my brain isn't focused on Batman anymore
Around the time I wrote There's a Small Dick Joke Somewhere In All This, I did have an idea for a similar fic but after they find out Jason is Red Hood and Tim gets shrunk. This is all I wrote down for it tho
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“Would be a shame if I–woops.”
The hand suddenly opened, and Tim was sent straight into freefall. “JASON!” he just barely managed to shriek around the breath caught in his throat as the ground got closer and closer–
Then he hit gloves instead of pavement, and he immediately clung to the closest digit he could get to. Jason cackled above him.
“Fuck you,” Tim spat, wrapping his arms tighter around the thumb (like that would help him, it was all Jason.) Maybe if he squeezed enough he could cut off the circulation. That would annoy him.
“What, are you actually shaking?” Jason asked incredulously, “C’mon, Replacement, you know how to fly.”
Tim didn’t say anything, just burying his face in the fabric. (And trying not to think about how there was nothing to protect him in this situation.)
Jason was silent for a moment. Then he scoffed, and Tim felt the hands curl around him. They moved, and Tim was dumped from them into a different fabric pocket.
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So yeah
(If anyone tags this as a ship I am coming for your cartilage)