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Titans by Marcio Takara

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batfam ! alternative universe, no powers.

I've had this idea for a while now. Spending so much time on social media, reading different takes, I started wondering—what if the Batfamily woke up in a completely normal universe? No aliens, no magic, no villains trying to take over the world every other week. Just… normal people, living normal lives—going to college, having relationships, working regular jobs. For a group of people used to fighting monsters and stopping world-ending threats, that kind of life would be unsettling.

read more, because this is long like really long.

But how did it happen? The usual way. A battle. A teenager getting their hands on something they shouldn’t have. Powers spiraling out of control. And, of course, the Batfam stepped in to fix it, because you know everything weird is always happening in Gotham. 

Batman calls for backup, but the family is still working through their issues. Dick and Jason barely talk, though they’re trying—because, at the end of the day, they’re still brothers. Then, suddenly, it’s just them. Just the Batfamily, thrown into this bizarrely ordinary world.

Duke sees the light first. Then Steph. Even Cass. And then—nothing.

They wake up somewhere else.

Bruce, as always, is the first to regain consciousness. But something is off. His mansion isn’t quite the same. It’s warmer, cozier. There are more pets curled up around the house. His bedroom is a mess—lived in. The walls are covered with photos of his kids. There are even pictures of him and Selina, scattered among them.

And then, he realizes just how wrong everything is.

His body aches, but not like it used to. There are no scars from old battles with the Joker. No lingering wounds from alien invasions. He still feels exhaustion in his bones, but it’s different—just the tiredness of a man his age, not the crushing weariness of a vigilante running on fumes. Even his reflection looks different. Relaxed, almost. Like he’s lived a life that wasn’t defined by war.

And that? That’s unsettling.

The next to wake up is Jason. And it's weird—because for the first time in years, his body doesn’t hurt. The familiar, constant pain is gone. The scars from his autopsy, from all the things that marked his past, aren’t there. He doesn’t feel the echoes of old wounds anymore. And where he wakes up doesn’t look like any of the safe houses he has scattered around Gotham. The last thing he remembers is fighting—arguing with Grayson over something stupid. Then the light—just for a second, he thought he was dying again. But, you know… in a way that wasn’t as catatonic? Then… he wakes up. The bedroom is unfamiliar, but somehow, it feels like his. Bookshelves are packed with novels of all kinds. Posters cover the walls—bands he actually likes: Rammstein, Linkin Park, System of a Down. A collection of motorcycle helmets is neatly displayed on a shelf. The whole place is put together, calm.

And then, the worst part. When he looks in the mirror, a scream rips from his throat.Because the thing that haunts him, in his life and in his dreams—his autopsy scars—are gone. Completely erased. All that remains is a single, unfamiliar scar near his heart.

Strange. The worst part? He has no idea why his head is pounding so hard. No clue why memories, both complicated and good, flash through his mind—but waking up from the dead isn’t one of them.

Dick is next.

And he wakes up pissed. Because, you know? He was in the middle of fighting with Jason. Jason, who treats everything like a joke. Jason, who doesn’t take things seriously when he should. Trying to fix things with him is exhausting—because Jason is too Jason. Stubborn, impatient, infuriating.

Then suddenly—this. The room is unfamiliar, but not completely. There’s a framed picture on his nightstand—him and Starfire. Kori Anders. His walls are lined with posters, some from his past. The Flying Graysons. His family.

It feels wrong. Off. Because he doesn’t live in the manor anymore. He doesn’t have photos of Kori in his room. And—most importantly—his bedroom has never looked this neat.

Not ever. There are no scattered pieces of his suit on the floor waiting to be washed. No mess of training gear dumped in a corner. Just sneakers. Gym clothes.

Then he hears it—a scream.

Jason. Dick tries to get up, but his body is too damn exhausted. It feels like lead, weighing him down. He can’t move. And for one horrible second, he wonders—maybe he died. Maybe he died and somehow took Jason with him.

The next to wake up is Tim—

Tim, who was already frustrated, tangled up in his own emotions. He had too much on his plate—leading his own team, growing distant from the manor, finishing his GED to leave high school early. Too many things were happening.

He wakes up to the sound of screaming.

For a second, he thinks he’s still in Gotham, still in the middle of that fight. But when he blinks, he’s somewhere else—another bedroom. And this one is a mess. Clothes on the floor, sneakers everywhere, a couple of skateboards tossed in a corner, video games and comics scattered around. The kind of room an eighteen-year-old should have.

Slowly, he opens his eyes.

He doesn’t feel the aches from past fights. He feels… lighter. His memories are hazy, and he can’t lie—this is weird. The light streaming through his window feels too warm, too bright. But the last thing he remembers? He was in Gotham, in the middle of a brutal winter.

And then—the worst part.

When he fully opens his eyes, he sees it.

A uniform.

One he knows from his nightmares.

Gotham Academy.

His blood runs cold. He’s convinced he’s trapped in a time loop. That somehow, he’s been sent back to high school.

And when he stumbles out of bed and catches sight of a framed photo—one of him and Conner Kent sitting on a shelf—he promptly passes out.

Yeah, sure, maybe the others think they’ve died.

But Tim?

Tim is convinced he’s in hell.

The last to wake up is Damian Wayne.

And he wakes up full of irritation, because the last thing he remembers is yelling at Drake, Jason, and Grayson—calling them idiots for letting their emotions get in the way of the fight. Telling them they were acting like children when they should’ve been handling the real problem. But now? Now he’s lying in bed, surrounded by warmth. His cat is curled up at his side. His dogs—Titus and Ace—are sprawled across the floor. Even Grayson’s new puppy, Haley, is nestled beside him. A tiny, scruffy thing missing a leg, one that Damian had reluctantly (not really) half-adopted in his head.

It’s the screaming that wakes him. That, and the warmth.

Because it doesn’t make sense. Why is the sun streaming into his room? Why does it feel like July when they were just in December? They were days away from the holidays.

And now this. The first thing he sees are his animals. Did the fight end that quickly? Did he lose consciousness? His body isn’t injured, his skills are intact—nothing about his reflexes feels off.

But the room?

That’s what unsettles him. The walls are covered with things—art, sports memorabilia, books, musical instruments. A guitar. Sure, he knows how to play, but he’s never been the kind of person to keep one in his bedroom. And speaking of his bedroom…

This isn’t it.

It’s missing things. His weapons. His swords. The League of Assassins insignias. His belongings. But what truly throws him off?

A framed photo. One of him and his mother.

Talia al Ghul never took photos. Not with him. Not with anyone. The League of Assassins didn’t believe in cameras, in preserving memories like that. And yet, here it is.

And that’s when it finally sinks in. Something is very, very wrong.

That’s how it happens. A wild fight. A teenager with uncontrolled, inexplicable powers. And just like that, the Batfamily wakes up in another universe.

A universe with no powers. No aliens. No world-ending crises. Just an ordinary life. And the only thing they know for sure?

Five of them find themselves in a living room. A living room that is distinctly not theirs. Because their living room is grand, filled with history, with antique furniture and endless shadows.

But this? This looks like something out of an interior design magazine. Minimalist. Sleek. A massive TV taking up the wall.

The others? Duke, Steph, Cass?

Yeah.

Their experiences waking up are even worse.

So, yeah. This is what I have in mind. I don’t know if I’ll keep writing—it depends on how this goes. These ideas just keep coming to me, and I’m debating whether to drop all of this as a one-shot or turn it into a full fic on AO3.

I’d love to hear thoughts on it—believe me, I have a lot more ideas.

[conradsmirrorball]

The Exit | Dick Grayson x Fem! Reader, Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

pairings: Vigilante! FemReader x Dick Grayson, Jason Todd x  Vigilante! FemReader summary: Y/n comes back to life waiting for her life to be as it was when she died, sadly Dick Grayson didn’t have the same idea as her.  warnings: mentions of death, jealousy, angst and just sad moments.  authors note: Hi! I'm back and better than ever. I decided to mix Conan Gray’s The exit with Dick Grayson so this is what we have. This story will have a second part so hope you enjoy! I’m sorry I haven’t been uploading a lot, I’ve been working on midterms but here’s a little something. Also, I wanted to add that I wanted to keep Dick’s significant other nameless since I love Kory and Barbara and I didn’t want to involve them  in this angsty love story. 

[MASTERLIST]

Y/n L/n  and Dick Grayson were two peas in a pot, they did everything together. Before they revealed their secret identity to each other, they were the best of friends in school. So when Robin invited V/n to join Young Justice she quickly agreed, trusting the boy immediately, there was something about that radiated comfort and familiarity. It wasn’t like Robin was a complete stranger to her, yes at the time she didn’t know Dick and Robin were the same person but they had known each other by their alias  because both of them were sidekicks to the biggest vigilantes in Gotham City. So either way It was like in every world, every scenario, every life, Y/n L/n and Dick Grayson were destined for each other. 

Everyone knew it, the team knew it, their families knew it, hell even the justice league knew that they were made for each other. So  not only were they as close as ever in their “normal” life but they were being the perfect duo in their vigilante life too. As time passed by and Dick started trusting V/n more and more he decided to tell her the truth. 

Y/n sat on the comfy couch in Mount Justice waiting for Wally to come back with the buttery popcorn. Her eyes were placed on the tv in front of her that was playing a rerun of one of her and Wally’s favorite reality shows. Dick had decided half way through that he was going to join his friends. Because one, he really wanted to talk to Y/n and two, he had nothing better to do. 

This surprised Y/n, because she knew Dick despised watching reality tv, especially that  show, he had told her a million times that he preferred stabbing his eyes than watching that show for a minute. He even added dramatically that the Joker should buy a big ass tv and play reruns of the show and it would be a better success that whatever he was doing now. So having Dick next to her with cross arms glaring at the tv was something new to her, that’s when she started to suspect that he wanted something.

Y/n’s eyes trailed towards Dick’s leg watching  as he anxiously jump his feet up and down made her go insane. 

“What do you want, Robin? You’re Literally driving me insane with your legs' ' Y/n exclaimed turning down the volume of the tv placing her full attention on Dick, which quickly stopped moving his leg paying his attention towards her a goofy grin placed on his lips in an attempt to ease the mood. 

“Hey! I thought we said coworkers shouldn’t be flirting with each other, we need to be civil. But if it bothers you that much I let it slide since you decided to compliment my legs” 

“The line between love and hate is really thin when it comes to you. You know that, right?” Y/n responded rolling her eyes behind her mask.Dick holds onto his laugh making Y/n even more annoyed and anxious. 

“You’ve always asked me if I was hiding something ugly behind these glasses” Dick said looking at his friend from his side of the couch. 

“I still believe you're hiding something pal and also I wasn’t asking, I was telling you. If I don’t have evidence to prove my theory wrong, you’ll still be ugly face” She responded while taking a sip of her drink. 

“Well, let’s prove your theory then”  Dick said, pulling down the glasses placed on his nose. Y/n felt her drink slip out of her hand which Dick reacted quickly by grabbing it. “Well I guess I wasn’t that ugly, I told you I tend to have that reaction on people” 

After that day Y/n and Dick found themselves closer than ever, not only as friends in real life but also in their nightlife. It was like that little detail pushed their relationship to another level. But as time passed by  Y/n felt herself noticing a new feeling towards his friend, a different kind of love. Everytime she would train with Dick she would find herself blushing and giggling. On the other hand, Dick started noticing Y/n’s different approach in their relationship making him content with her feelings. He had caught on to his crush on Y/n about two years ago but now his feelings were stronger than ever.  

“You know I was trained by one of the greatest detectives in Gotham” Dick responded when Y/n slammed him against the foam mat while they were training for combat alone. 

“Yet I have you pinned down. It’s quite sad that after all that knowledge I’m still beating your ass” She said looking down at him, their faces a few inches away from each other. 

“Have you ever thought I let you win?” He said, raising an eyebrow at her. 

“Let's imagine that you do let me win everytime we fight. Why do you do it then?” She said doing his actions. 

“Because you look beautiful in this angle” Dick said, resting his hand on her cheek and leaning in for a kiss. Y/n followed his actions making their lips one and the rest was history. 

February, the flowers weren’t even wilted but Dick and Y/n laid on the grass talking about their future and what direction their relationship was going. 

“I could see myself living a life with you. You and me, possibly two little is ruining around while we grow old together” Dick said while playing softly with Y/n’s hair, now and then picking out a flower of her hair. 

“Don’t you think that’s a little corny?” Y/n said, huffing a giggle. Which made Dick roll his eyes. 

“Maybe my girlfriend makes me corny,” Dick said, pulling her closer to him. Y/n took in his earned nuzzling into him as much as he could. Both of them melted into each other and touched all the stress, all the pain, all the evil surrounding them melted just by sensing each other's presence. The comfortable silence surrounded them, no one’s dated to interrupt the little moment they were having. The team stared in awe watching as the two laid together as a puzzle piece.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind spending my forever with you, Dick” Y/n responded looking at Dick, breaking the silence between them. 

“I wouldn’t mind spending my forever with you, Y/n” 

Y/n let out a nervous sigh while resting her body over the edge of one of the tallest buildings in Gotham. She looked down below waiting for something to happen so she could get the bad anxious feeling surrounding her body. Part of her sensed that something was going to happen but she didn’t know what and the fear of not knowing was eating her alive. But there she was, like every other day, fighting crime like her life depended on it. Never did it cross her mind that her death was going to be caused by one of the people she loved most. 

Y/n looked around her breathing levels going insane watching as Dick pointed a gun in front of her. It was her personal hell, something she never thought she was going to experience. The love of her life holding a gun at her. She didn’t blame Dick, he was confused and under pressure. Y/n looked around looking at all the copies of herself that surrounded her. After giving Dick five minutes to decide which one was the real Y/n, he had to pull the trigger and the trigger was going to land on the wrong one. 

Y/n knew it was the end for her. All the memories and things she planned for the future in a few seconds were going to disappear, with a blink of an eye, the life that she planned with Dick was going to end, and he was going to be the cause of all of it. She felt her eyes start to water and when her eyes turned to Dicks for a second and that’s when he noticed he had made a mistake. The eyes he once fell in love with were full of fear and sadness, a new thing he had never seen before. 

Death wasn’t a new thing in Dick Grayson’s life, his mom and his dad, Jason, but Y/n was something different. There was a new energy inside of him when he saw the love of his life being buried eight feet underground. He would blame himself on the daily, if it weren’t for me Y/n would still be alive.  He had to live with the guilt that he picked her instead of all the fake copies, all those years of training, all those years of saying he knew Y/n like no one else was for nothing. 

Y/n L/n was dead, and it was all Dick Grayson’s fault. 

But what no one expected was to see Y/n L/n outside of Dick’s house, on a mid November five years later. A loud knock on his safe house door made Dick jump off his bed and run towards the door. He held onto a knife and opened the door slowly and with the view in front of him made him lose his grip on the knife. Dick looked at her in disbelief, after years of blaming himself for Y/n death, there she was all grown up. Y/n looked up at Dick with the same eyes he had fallen in love with. It was like meeting love again, but this time it felt different. Like she had a familiarity but still was a stranger at the same time. 

After experiencing a year ago the resuscitation of Jason Todd, nothing for Dick was impossible in his head. His dead ex girlfriend was the least of his problems, because for all he knew Y/n L/n died loving him so she might still think they’re in a relationship together. 

Dick let Y/n wrap her body with a warm blanket. Y/n for a moment calmed herself feeling the familiarity coming from Dick. All the things that surrounded her changed and change was scary but Dick Grayson was still the same person she fell in love with. 

Dick led her to the kitchen counter resting a cup of coffee in front of her. Y/n slowly reached for it and took a huge sip quickly regretting it noticing the cold drink. Her eyes trailed towards a half naked girl, wearing what she assumed was one of Dick’s shirts. She felt her heart drop and all she could do was stare at the girl.

“Dick? Who 's this?” The mysterious girl asked, looking at Y/n and and down. Noticing the dirt she had all over her body, she quickly pitied the poor girl.  

“She’s an old friend of Jason that decided to come around. Don’t worry about her.” Dick responded leaving the girl agape 

An old friend of Jason’s? Was that the only thing she was to him? After all they went through. Hell, After all he put her through he's calling her, her brother’s Best Friend. Y/n had yet to say a word to Dick and with the expression on her face Dick didn’t need her to talk to know what was happening. 

“Go to bed don’t worry about it” DIck said pulling her into a hug and for instance Y/n had a moment. Like her eyes were open and she saw the truth behind everything that was happening. The girl in Dick’s arms was a carbon copy of her. 

Dick Grayson had moved on, all Y/n could do was sit back and look at the love of her life, fall in love and do the things they used to dream of doing with another girl. Seeing them together was a constant reminder that Y/n had died and she could never heal from that. Everyone had moved on, but she stayed there. Dick Grayson loved his girlfriend and it hurt Y/n to hear those words come out from his lips. 

“So, there’s no chance for us?” Y/n said looking up from the table in front of her. She didn’t dare to look at Dick in the eyes. She didn’t want to see the truth behind his voice, she couldn’t handle it, not right now. 

“They will never be an us. There’s no us in this life, Y/n. We grew up, the day you died, I continued living. I really can’t do anything about it” Dick said without a doubt, which made Y/n’s world crumble if it was even possible to do more damage to a person that was already broken. 

It pained her to hear those words come out of Dicks mouth. It drove her on the verge of insanity, but if Dick could move on and live a life without her so could she. She had another chance at living and she couldn’t waste it thinking about what could’ve happened with Dick if she never died. 

“So D/G/N, where are you from?” Y/n said, trying to break the awkward silence between them. They team had left for a mission leaving the two behind, much to Dick liking. 

“I’m from Blüdhaven. Born and raised here. That’s why Dick and decided to settle down here”  She responded with a small smile. 

Was it really  necessary to point out that she was living with Dick? But Blüdhaven? Dick hated Blüdhaven, he had told her so many times how much he hated it there. That he would much rather spend his time at Gotham with her, She was the light Gotham needed. If he was with her, he wouldn’t leave Gotham, It was Y/n and Dick against the world. But now it was D/G/N  and Dick against Blüdhaven. 

Y/n felt herself being consumed on a loop of sadness. She desperately tried to cry for help to get out, but no one would hear her. Part of her wanted for Dick to come out and pull her to reality but she knew it was impossible. There was one person that could understand everything that Y/n was going through. Someone that was constantly leaving that dark whole Y/n was suffocating in. That’s when Y/n found her solution, the answer to all her problems. 

Jason Todd. 

Jason had literally gone to hell and back. He came back to a world that moved on without him, just like Y/n. It was like they could bond over the fact that they spent five years of their life eight feet underground like it was a conversation about which coffee was the best. 

Jason Todd was something Y/n needed, human. He had a humanity and sensibility she desperately needed a hold of. When she came back to life all she could see was change after change but with Jason she felt calm, she felt patience radiating off him. Both of them had a connection, they knew it, but someone else was also aware of that and he hated it.

Dick Grayson. 

He noticed the exchange of giggles, the book recommendation shared at the dinner table or the constant exchange of eye glances when something happened around them. Their inside jokes, Everything drove him insane. He couldn’t see her fall for someone else, let alone his brother. He kept pushing his feelings and his rage aside but what pushed him on the edge was when Y/n decided to move in with her “best friend” Jason Todd. 

“Bruce, how the hell would you let those two live together, in that house specifically. You’re a billionaire for fucks sakes. Why couldn’t you buy them a new place or something” Dick exclaimed loudy following Bruce around the Wayne Manor. The older man rolled his eyes at Dick antics and turned around to face him. 

“Y/n needed a place to stay, Dick. I suggested several places and she picked that one. Do you really think Jason would ask me for a favor? Now please let me do my work in peace” Bruce responded, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“You knew how special that apartment was for us, all the memories we made and you gave it to them like nothing? please Bruce” Dick cried angrily looking at Bruce. 

“Maybe it’s time for something new to create new memories” 

Living in that house was something they had always dreamed of doing. Dick could remember all the times they would steal Bruce’s keys and spend the night at the apartament. He hated it, Dick hated it so much. But Dick couldn’t hate you for that, you were getting everything you wanted, everything he thought he was going to live with you, you were living it with his brother. 

“You know J, I truly believe we are soulmates. It feels like we had matching wounds” 

“Please, If we have matching bruises mine are still black and bruised and yours are perfectly fine” Jason knew, he knew he could never be Dick. As much as he tried Dick would always be number one in her heart.

Jason and Y/n weren’t really anything. Y/n did love him but never the way he loved Dick. Dick Grayson literally killed the girl and she still loved him. It pained her to admit it but Dick Grayson still drove her insane, like the first day they met at school.  Her heart would still turn into pouty while Dick smiled her way. But Dick already found someone to miss and that person wasn’t her. Y/n’s thoughts were broken by a cough breaking the silence. 

“I like what you did with the place” Dick responded smiling at her leaning against the door frame. 

“Who let you do it?” She asked, confused looking around knowing well that Jason was patrolling that night. 

“I found the key under the mat. You should find a new hiding spot, a psychopath could easily enter your apartment without you even knowing” Dick said, coming more into view. The faint background noise coming from the tv echoing in his ears. 

“If a psychopath was going to enter, I can assure you he wouldn’t look for my key under the mat” She said, rolling her eyes at him while attempting to hide the smile on her lips. But Dick quickly caught it making him smile proudly to himself, 

God she looked beautiful, he thought. But he couldn’t think that. She already found someone to miss and that person wasn’t him. 

“After five years, I can't believe this show is still on the air” Dick said, taking a spot next to her on the couch watching the reality show rerun playing on the tv. It felt like old times in Mount Justice. 

“Yeah, it’s still quite entertaining if I’m being honest. But really, what are you doing here, Dick?” Y/n said, shrugging her shoulders trying to ignore how close Dick actually was.  

“You remember what I told you about the reality show a few years ago” Dick said, his eyes not leaving the screen. 

“You said that you preferred stabbing your eyes than watching that show for a minute. That the Joker should buy a big ass tv and play reruns of the show and it would be a better success than every other of his plans. But that still doesn’t answer my question”  Y/n asked searching for Dick’s gaze. 

“When you died, I felt this constant guilt eating me alive and all I could do was try to find things to heal what was going inside of me. When you died it was like part of me was buried with you” Dick said, getting a hold of her hand and holding eye contact with her. Y/n could feel the tears starting to form in her eyes, the conversation she desperately craved was finally coming, and she couldn’t even hear it. 

“Dick, what are you saying? You have a girlfriend. Something that never died. Do you know how bad it hurt when I found out that you loved her? Don’t you remember when you told me that they will never be an us. There’s no us in this life, Y/n. We grew up, the day you died, I continued living. I really can’t do anything about it. Where’s all this crap coming from now?” Y/n said letting go of his hand in anger. All the words Y/n wanted Dick to say were coming out of Dick’s lips and all she could do was feel the rage radiate from her body. 

“Please let me finish. I found comfort in something as dumb as it may sound. I found myself reaching for the controller everyday to put that dumb show on. It was like you were still here with me. The biggest torture that could happen to me wasn’t to watch that show, it was to not  watch the show with the person I love the most. Losing you made me do crazy things and I know I said things that I really regret so I’m begging you Y/n. Please give me a chance to start over again” Dick looked at Y/n tears forming in his eyes and all she could imagine was his eyes the last time she saw him before her death. The pain and guilt in his eyes. The way he ran towards her trying to stop the blood or how he would yell for someone to help him. There he was, Dick Grayson, in all his glory opening up to her once again. So she did the only thing that made her feel safe, she pulled him into a hug. 

It was something familiar for the both of them and no one wanted to let go. It was something the pair desperately needed. It was the connection they were missing for the past years and as dumb as it sounded they knew after this that Y/n and Dick’s relationship wasn’t going to be the same. 

Jason Todd also knew that, there he stood at the end of the exit with only one thought crossing his head constantly. 

It's over 

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[MASTERLIST]

request are open, xoxo.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

This 10000% would be Dick Grayson’s and his S/O’s wedding dance, right down to the outfits.

Can’t you just picture him wearing those slacks, white shirt with blue suspenders and blue shoes.

That shit would just be so adorable....don’t lie to me! you know it would be true.

[evilhorse]

Psimon says...you lose!

[moonfox281]

Dick Grayson of TITANS so far is everything this fandom deserves. Dick taking care a bunch of weird ass superhumans and driving them around in a minivan? Him being secretive and worrying about the kids? Him banning Kory “hey no killing” and fighting bad guys with kitchen tools? Dick being wooed by women every 5 seconds of his life while still kicking ass? My life is completed so far.

AND that scene when Kory walked in to see the 4 headless bodies in their room and the first thing she thought was “Oh shit Dick’s gonna think I did it.”

If you tell me DIck Grayson is not the wife in this relationship Imma throw rocks at your window. 

[mind-stash]

All RIGHT DC I'm on board I'm on fucking boaardddd Jason Todd!! Dayummmnn

[carlig7]

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