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[bulletsxlattes]

I've been thinking about long haired Jason a lot lately. Maybe Jason with long hair and Tim with short, in a reversal of what we usually see?

Thanks for the request :) i made 2 versions of this cause I couldn't decide which version i liked better. I still might think of different hairstyles later, tho 🤔 anyway, i hope you like it!!

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Awkward Flirting, Embarrassment, Asexual Jason Todd, Based on a True Story Summary:

Jason’s mouth opens and— “You are really beautiful!” The guy stops, startled. And of course he’s startled, because Jason just fucking yelled that.

[arkhamknightmare]

Inspiration Saturday

(Just a little late)

I was tagged by @generatorcat thank you!!

This is from a jaytim fic I’ve been working on for awhile where Tim becomes Red X but no one knows it’s him.

Before Jason could even say anything, Red X was soaring through the air. He landed in the alley where Robin was. More accurately, he landed on Robin in the alley, kicking him in the stomach before tumbling to the ground.

“What the fuck, X,” Jason muttered before shooting his grapple to follow his mysterious new ally.

When he landed, he found Red X holding Robin up by the collar of his uniform. He was holding him up against a wall and the latest Boy Wonder already had blood running down his face. Was that from earlier in patrol, or had Red X done that to him just now?

“It’s all your fault!” Red X hissed in his modulated voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Robin spat, stubborn as ever. “I don’t even know who you are.”

Red X slammed Robin into the brick wall, his head making a resounding thud upon impact. “I don’t care. You’re still a spoiled brat who needs to be taken down a peg,” he said, charging up the X on one of his palms.

“Hey man, take it easy,” Jason said carefully, approaching slowly.

Robin seemed to just notice that Jason was here. “Hood, is this psychopath with you? I know you do things differently than we do, but this seems a little too far--”

Red X cut Robin off with a swift fist to the face. “I’m not a psychopath!”

“X, come on, just let him go,” Jason pleaded.

“No,” Red X said vehemently, slamming Robin into the wall again. “He deserves this.”

“Listen, he’s not my favorite kid, but I don’t think he did anything to you,” Jason argued.

“Gee, thanks Hood,” Robin muttered. “Wait until Batman gets here, then you’ll be sorry,” Robin sneered, turning back to Red X.

That seemed to set him off. As soon as Robin mentioned Batman, Red X started slamming him into the wall repeatedly, his hits getting faster and more aggressive as he went.

Whoa, was Jason’s only thought as he surged forwards, prying Red X off of Robin.

When he finally pulled him away from the young sidekick, Jason pinned Red X against the wall on the other side of the alley, holding his forearm under the antihero’s chin. He stared at him for a minute, trying to understand the sudden change in temperament that Robin, or maybe Batman, had caused.

“I don’t usually associate with Batman,” Jason said calmly. He heard Robin snort, but he chose to ignore that. “But I’m not his enemy. We have a sort of understanding. I stay out of his way and he leaves me alone. I don’t work with him often, but I never work against him, not anymore.”

“That’s great for you,” Red X said, his voice sounding frantic, even with the distortion from his mask, “but I have my own agenda.”

“Well it seems like you have some shit to figure out then,” Jason said, digging his arm into Red X’s throat. “If you’re gunning after any of the Bats, we’re through. But I don’t want that, and I don’t think you do either.” Jason pulls away, watching as Red X drops slightly from where Jason had been holding him up. He keeps forgetting how much smaller than him this guy is. “Go think it over and get back to me when you make a decision.”

Red X stoods there, staring at Jason for a moment. Whatever he was thinking or feeling, it was a mystery because of his mask. Jason watched as he jumped and disappeared midair.

“Todd, what the hell was that about?”

Before Jason could answer, he heard a thud behind him. “What happened here?”

“Todd’s new sidekick just beat me half to death,” Robin said, brushing himself off.

“Names,” Jason said, not like it mattered.

Batman turned to Jason, his face a mystery behind the mask. “You have a sidekick now?”

“It’s more of a partnership,” Jason said.

“What was his name?” Robin asked. “I heard you call him X.”

Now Jason could tell that Batman was angry, even with the mask in the way. “As in Red X?”

“Who is Red X?” Robin asked.

“Ask your big brother, he’ll tell you,” Jason said to Robin, not looking away from Batman. “I’m trying to help him.”

“He kills people,” Batman said.

“So do I.”

“That’s my concern.”

[themandylion]

Banshee boy?

Both you and @franticvampirereads asked about this one 😅 I guess it's a very intriguing title?

This is a twist on an idea I had for a wingfic AU ages ago, where people's souls manifest as ghostly wings that only a handful of people can see (in this case, Tim). I never got very far when I toyed around with it before because I didn't have much beyond that, and then I struck on the idea of making it a familial trait. And that gee, if someone went through a big life change like becoming a vigilante, that would probably reflect in their soul somehow.

So far it's a weird team-up of Tim and Jack trying to figure out what to do with this kid that Tim found who has very unusual/kinda messed-up wings.

Whatever is going on with this kid, they're dangerous. Lethal in a way Tim hasn't seen since he parted ways with Lady Shiva. Logically, he should back away, head on home, hang up his cape for the night and forget all about this.

Except for how pure logic doesn't always always have a place in Robin's world. The kid sets off all of Tim's internal warning bells, but they aren't attacking. They're hiding, the boney wings curling around them to try and make a protective shell. To shield something broken from a cruel world.

Something aches in Tim's chest, and he moves closer before dropping down into a crouch, careful to telegraph each of his movements ahead of time. "Hi, I didn't mean to scare you. My name is Robin. What's yours?"

One wing flicks outwards, the bony tip spearing through his chest though he can't actually feel it. The move reveals a single pale eye, which blinks out at him from under the cave of the cardboard. It seems to wander aimlessly at first, then fixes on his center mass, piercing and focused.

The kid slowly unfolds, the arm under the outstretched wing reaching out to touch the R on Robin's chest.

Tim lets it, lets him. Doesn't even consider attempting to stop it from happening. He's too busy trying to remember how to breathe, how to think. Well, at least now he has some kind of explanation for the state of this kid's soul.

If anyone in this world is entitled to skeletal wings, it's Jason Todd.

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[ladytauria]

JAYCEST UNTITLED 👀👀👀👀

i started writing this one after talking to @this-was-a-terrible-idea <3 who also sent me a perfect prompt for it xD

fem!jason is stuck in canon!universe and spends like,,, a week with jason before she's like: is anyone going to fix this? no? okay

and by fix this she means fuck him <3 to teach him about self-care, obviously

i've shared some snippets of this before--it used to have a title but then certain plans changed and i've decided to keep that title in my back pocket

past snippets: the very beginning | random snippet 1 | random snippet 2

have a longer version of that first snippet!

“You know, I’m pretty sure I told you to rest,” Jacie says as she clambers out of the window. One day she’ll figure out how Richelle manages to look graceful doing it, because she sure as hell doesn’t. Jason spares her only a brief glance before he takes another drag from his cigarette. “I didn’t ask you to mother me,” he growls. He’s leaning against the railing of the fire escape, dressed in a sweatshirt that’s seen better days and sweatpants tucked into his Docs. Jay rolls her eyes. “Stop needing mothering, then,” she says, matching his rough drawl. She plucks the cigarette from between his fingers and raises it to her own lips, ignoring the way he splutters. Her male counterpart reminds her of Fitz, her pit bull rescue. Sweetest little lamb now, but when she first brought him home? All snarls, biting the hand that fed him before it could hit him first. Jason is the same way. Loud and brash, bristling at any perceived insult. His uniform design only makes the image stronger; a face mask like a muzzle over his mouth, the red lenses of his domino glinting in the dark like some feral creature’s eyes… It’s an angry kind of pain that makes her fingers itch with the desire to stroke his hair the way she’d stroked Fitz’s fur, and tell him everything would be alright. She’s here now. She’ll keep him safe. …fuck. She really is mothering him, isn’t she? Jay takes a drag off of her bummed cigarette, feeling the smoke fill her lungs before she exhales, letting the cloud join Gotham’s ever-present smog. “I don’t need mothering,” Jason grumbles, crossing his arms. “I’m fine.” He wasn’t. Jay’s been in his shoes before. She remembers what it was like, to be a revenant instead of a person. Fitz had been what changed that; the reason she started to carve herself a new life, one slow step at a time. Now she has a dog, and a window garden, and an almost-girlfriend. A place to come back to, when the violence was done. Jason doesn’t have that. He hasn’t found his reason yet. According to Constantine and his counterpart in her universe, it’ll be at least another two weeks before they have a workable way to send her home. Until then, Jason and she have to stay close. Constantine fixed it so that they would work as each other’s ‘anchor,’ keeping them—and their dimensions—stabilized. For now. That means she has plenty of time to, perhaps, nudge him in the right direction. She takes a second drag off of the cigarette, and then offers it back to him. He’s still scowling at her when he plucks it from her fingers, raising it to his mouth to take a drag of his own.

there was a line that got caught about how jay was positive that the two constantines were fucking & i still stand by that

also fun facts: fitz is named after fitzwilliam darcy bc i love the name darcy but also i thought jacie might want a slightly subtler reference... and then i was like: a pit bull mix named fitz? adorable

so. xD here we are

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[stvlti-recs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

If You Don’t Grow by GeneratorCat

Part of my #Thanksvember series, a daily fic rec challenge created by @anidealiveson to show our appreciation for all fic writers out there.

It’s been too many posts since the last slice of life fic rec, and we’re rectifying that today. This is one of the best never adopted by Bruce / never became Robin AUs I’ve ever read. Plus it’s got all my favourite ingredients: aspec Jason + good dad Dick Grayson + high school sweethearts!Jaytim (my ultimate weakness). I couldn’t not include this one on the list.

Title:  If You Don’t Grow

Author:  GeneratorCat ( @generatorcat​ )

Fandom:  DCU

Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Tim Drake

Rating:  Mature

Length:  Chaptered

Word Count:  105,707

Warnings:  Referenced Sexual Abuse of a Minor (past), References to Child Prostitution, PTSD/Anxiety Issues (character experiences panic attack), Abandonment Issues, Unintentional Homophobia (born of misunderstandings), Internalised Unhealthy Ideas of Sex and Relationships, Dysfunctional Parent/Child Relationships (it’s Dick & Bruce - but it gets better!)  

Summary:  

“I need to take care of myself. I can take care of myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to, you’re just a kid.” God, does Dick know that. He knows what it feels like to be doing things you shouldn’t have to do at such a young age. About feeling like you have to take care of yourself, be strong and useful.

He knows now it’s bullshit.

(Officer Dick Grayson meets Jason on the street.)

((Alternatively titled: In which Dick pulls a Bruce))

Status: Complete

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[winterysomnium]

winteryyyyy💃🍭🔮??

thank youuu!! ♥

💃 - Can you dance? - I think I have some decent rhythm but am so bad at coordinating my limbs into choreo dances lol I do wanna try to work on it a little bit tho! also wanna learn some classical dances like waltz and polka, it seems like fun! but I do like to dance and just goof around

   🍭 - Favorite Candy?  - oh gosh there are so many lol does ice cream count as candy?bcs I love me some ice cream, especially sorbets!  I like  chocolatey stuff and biscuits rather than gummy type candy and green tea Kitkat is so good too! also czech gingerbread is so good :3

🔮 - Do you believe in luck?  - I do!I feel like for example my stepdad is quite lucky! Maybe it’s ultimately a combo of smarts and opportunities and calculating but I do feel like some ppl are more lucky or unlucky than others. there was also an experiment tho that said some of it is up to us as well,like taking opportunities or participating in stuff so maybe it’s just the subjective perspective as well.

[jaykore]

generatorcat replied to your post “Jason Todd as Father Todd.... ... the Toddfather”

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