#gotham librarian

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So, been thinking of sharing some of my (so far) ao3 only recent fics here to my tumblr

This would be some bloodymary fic (long chapters but only 1 so far) and my Gotham Librarian series (many parts but chapters are a bit shorter....sometimes lol)

That being said, how do YOU prefer that be done?

Just a link to the ao3

Post the actual chapters here

Have the first few paragraphs and then link to ao3

Bald/Nuance/Ooooh Button!

Voting ended onJun 9

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Day 1 of Jason x Happiness Week!

@gadgetsandguns

Continuing my Gotham Librarian AU with the Jason x Happiness Week event!

You can read the first part (day 1) here

This is all fluff and only a tiny but of angst, I promise! And also, a little sneak peek:

"We should go back now. I can't really disappear." "Sure you could," Jason says, his voice light so Rivkah knows he isn't serious. "I've got my grappling hook. Say the word, Riv. We can be home in minutes." "You brought your grappling hook?" "You brought a taser cane." "It's my only cane. And I need it. A grappling hook is different." "But it's my only grappling hook—" "You and I both know that isn’t true." "—and I might need it. Like right now. To swing us home." "I don't think this dress is built for that." "Fine, to swing to the valet for the car." "I think you're getting ahead of yourself, mister." "I'm mister now? What happened to Sir Jason?" Rivkah blinks and laughs, losing the rhythm of their back-and-forth. "C'mon, Sir Jason," she says, gently pushing him back. She slides off the wall after him, leaning on his arm instead of her cane. "Just another hour, and then we can go." "Deal."

[libraryofgage]

What i should be doing: working on Final Girl Steve

What i am doing instead: being possessed by inspo gremlin for a fic based on my Gotham Librarian post

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Started posting my Gotham Librarian fic and now I have memes for it bc they're funny 😌

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/75365506

If you remember my Gotham Librarian post, here's a whole fucking fic based on that concept lmao

Enjoy some bat shenanigans and the daily life of an average Gothamite in this very self indulgent fic

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Jason x Happiness Week Day 4!

@gadgetsandguns

Some pure fluff in my Gotham Librarian AU for day 4! I went with the Vacation prompt :D

You can read here

And a little sneak peek too 😌

I think it's just a bruised ego," Jason tells her as Damian pulls himself off the floor with her help. He grabs onto the wall immediately, scowling like it's the reason he fell in the first place. "Think you could kiss it better?" "You're digusting, Todd." Rivkah snorts and helps Jason up next, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "That better?" she asks. "I think you missed, sweetheart." "I regret to inform you, Riv, that you seem to be enamored with the epitome of mediocrity," Damian says, looking disgusted by his flirting. "I am right here, you gremlin." "Yes, I am aware." Rivkah laughs, the sound warm and fuzzy and burrowing its way into Jason's chest like it belongs there. It does, he thinks, if only so he can cradle it in his hands later when he misses her. "I happen to think he's pretty amazing," she says, looking at Jason so he knows that statement is more for his sake than Damian's. "Unfortunately, all people must have their faults," Damian mutters.

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Jason x Happiness Week Day 3, Bay-bee!

@gadgetsandguns

Do you enjoy light angst? Little truth serum trope? Some solid physical comedy in the second half? Have I got the fic for you then

As always, this is a continuation of my Gotham Librarian AU. You can read this new part here

And now, you're sneak peek below 😌

"Haven't I told you to at least towel dry your hair?" she asks, moving closer and taking the towel from his shoulders. "You have," Damian says, head bowed as Rivkah begins to gently rub the towel over his wet hair. "But I am fond of you doing this." Rivkah pauses, looks down at Damian, and sees his clenched fists. Her chest aches at the idea that both of her boys are hurting right now. They're forced to speak truths they don't want to, and neither know how to deal with the fallout of it. She takes a steadying breath and continues to dry Damian's hair. "You know," she says, voice soft, "the first time you showed up on my balcony as Robin, you had blood on your cheek. I wanted to wipe it away, but I thought you might break my finger for trying." "That is…a valid concern," Damian admits. "And you would've been in big fucking trouble if you'd done so," Jason tells him

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Here have a little Jason Todd angst that's from a fairly fluffy fic I'm working on actually lol

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"Do you think…is that what you want to be known as by strangers? Is it okay that people look at this marble and think a good soldier is beneath it?"

It's not something Jason had ever really thought about before. An epitaph isn't for the dead; it's for the living. The people left behind get to choose what gets etched into the marble. Maybe, if the person is lucky, those words will capture their essence, but not always. The words on his gravestone were never about how he wanted to be remembered. They were about how people would remember him anyway. To Bruce, he was a good soldier before anything else, and that's how he was memorialized.

But, looking at it now, Jason realizes that description doesn't sit right with him.

First of all, he wasn't a good soldier. He constantly disobeyed orders, went looking for fights because he wasn't used to being able to win them. He had a good heart, but he was an impulsive, reckless kid nonetheless.

Second of all, every other facet of himself is forgotten. Jason was smart, he was bright, he had the whole world in front of him with Bruce's resources and care bolstering him from behind. He was gone too soon for anyone to know what he might've been—they all, understandably, assumed he'd never be coming back—but none of those possibilities can be found in the stone before him.

"I…no, not really," he admits, frowning at the words that suddenly feel unfamiliar.