#workingchemistry

[wellthatjusthappend]

Octomer Jason wasn’t something I thought I could ever like, so thanks for sucking me in. No pressure but if I could prompt for Mer May, maybe baby octomer Jason bringing random things to Dick and Bruce as gifts. He’s so proud of the hard work he did to find the things too.

Welcome to the dark side ;)

That’s super cute, here you go!

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“Jason-” Bruce started hesitantly.

“Be supportive Bruce,” Dick warned.

Bruce pursed his lips and evaluated the crumpled piece of tin foil the tiny octomer was offering him so earnestly. 

“Thank you very much, Jay,” he said finally, accepting the gift with a small- slightly exasperated- smile.

Jason beamed up at him, his legs wiggling happily, and Bruce’s smile became a little more real. 

That was the start of many gifts to come. 

Over the next several days Bruce, Dick, and Alfred received piles of little gifts from the Mer. There were spoons and pretty shells and rocks left in tiny piles for them every day. Jason always watched shyly for them to accept them, and beamed with happiness whenever they did. 

“But are we supposed to do with all of this stuff?” Bruce frowned at the growing pile of trinkets and trash he was collecting from the octomer. 

“I keep mine on a shelf in my cave,” Dick shrugged, “Alfred keeps a special box for them. Jason always gets super happy when he sees them.”

“Half of this stuff is literal trash, Dick,” Bruce sighed, gesturing at the shinny candy wrappers and bottle caps.

“Don’t you dare throw it away,” Dick glared at him.

“I wasn’t going to,” Bruce grumbled, “But I don’t know if we should be trying to guide him more with this. It’s going to get problematic if he keeps bringing stuff.”

“He’s learning how to be kind, Bruce,” Dick said gently, “He’s finding things that he likes and giving them to people he cares about. It’s a great first step. As he gets older, the things he gives will probably become more discerning, but this is definitely something we want to encourage.”

“You’re right, of course,” Bruce sighed.

“I’m always right,” Dick grinned.

“I suppose I’ll have to find somewhere for these… gifts,” Bruce said mildly.

Small excited squeaking interrupted them as Jason crawled up onto the table, enthusiastically dragging something behind him.

“Looks like this is another one for you, Bruce,” Dick grinned, “Good job, Jay, it must have been hard work to find something so big!”

Jason beamed at the praise, and proudly offered the thing to Bruce. At first he thought it was more trash- the thing was water wore almost past recognition- but then…

“That’s…” Bruce felt his throat tightening as he recognized the object. It was a small metal soldier. His father had given it to him as a present when he’d gotten back from one of his trips. Bruce had played with it all day, but he had accidentally dropped it in one of the pools around the Manor and they never had been able to find it. 

Until now, apparently.

“Thank you, Jason,” Bruce said, gathering the little Mer up and placing a kiss on his brow, “I will treasure it.”

[dc-aspec-week]

@workingchemistry writes gen a/b/o fanfics that focus primarily on Jason Todd, with an emphasis on family and healing from trauma. They are sex indifferent and do not include any explicit sexual content, and anything implied is usually set up to be easily skipped. Support your aspec creators! 

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[garpie64]

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Dami & Jay

When Jason was kept at the League by Talia, he interacted with Damian. Jason was Damian’s connection to the outside world. Jason gave him stories of Gotham, of literature, of the family. He taught Damian other views and helped nurture his love of things Talia or Ra’s 

So Jason was the start of Damian becoming less murder baby and more human acting as his first big brother (and if it’s omegaverse, his mom figure)

[jaytheredbird]

Uncork the wine, @workingchemistry wonderfully comes by! They will be writing for both volumes of the zine.

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[primeemeraldheiress]

Hey, quick question, did you ever write a Wing au fic, where the bat fam had wings and like, went through the years talking about what the culture of a ‘pack’ is like. I thing there is a scene where they help groom Damian’s wings. I can’t find it and I feel like you wrote it? Sorry about the long ask and or if I’m completely wrong about you being the author.

This was definitely not me and it doesn’t ring a bell. The only thing that I can think of that comes close is Finally I’ve Come Home by @workingchemistry but I know that’s not it. Good luck!

[jaykore]

Incredibly specific trope, buuuuuuuuuuut: your leg is broken, I’m bleeding out, and we’re trapped in this cave until the snowstorm goes away. We’ve got a fire going but we’re cold, hungry, and clearly repressing our romantic attractions so might as well cuddle through the night. If secrets are shared, a fine mist drifting between us in the frostbitten air, we can blame it on the blood loss and shock.

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Trope Rating Time! Send me a trope and I’ll tell you how I feel about it :)

[redrosydiaz]

Uhh. Idk much about the gay kids from the clown movie, but them for the ask.

omg sorry this took so long to reply to!!

I did think on this a bit, and honestly, when it comes to what would cause them maximum emotional anguish I really dont think it would be anything other than losing each other.

I mean, I know that pennywise manifests as their deepest fears and all, and so technically those could be what would cause maximum emotional anguish to them, but they manage to overcome those fears, so it really boils down to each other, and making sure that the other is safe and makes it out of whatever they're getting themselves into. especially when they have to go through it all again as adults. because richie and eddie have found each other again after forgetting, after all those years, and they're finally able to tell each other how they feel and maybe even start a life together, so the prospect of that being taken from them, of being so close only to have that yanked right out from underneath them- that's what would cause the most pain.

and it's what causes the most pain for richie when that's exactly what happens

[schweeeppess]

Baby Jason gets into a fight at school, but he calls Dick to come pick him up because he doesn’t want Alfred or Bruce to know and throw him out

tip that this is platonic, no-sex, abo for those of you who prefer not to read it! I’ll put the fic under cut even if it’s not long for you guys ^^

Walking down the halls of Gotham Academy slaps Dick across the face with nostalgia. He feels like a kid again, heading to the dean’s office because he got in a fight with some other kids because they called him and his family gypsy trash again.

But he’s not here for himself, he remembers as he steps into the office and is greeted with the scents of frustrated pup and irritated alpha. He’s here for Jason.

“Mr. Grayson,” the dean greets cooly, glaring at him through her rectangular-framed glasses. “Please, have a seat.”

Dick nods and sits down next to Jason, the kid’s scent flashing with surprise he tries to mask. He didn’t think Dick would show up, did he?

Dick didn’t think he’d show up either.

“Hey, Jason,” he greets, placing a hand on his little brother’s shoulder and looking at him. “Got held up in traffic.”

Jason blinks. “Uh. S’okay, Dickie.”

Nodding once, Dick turns to the dean again, and says, “I understand I’m here to pick my brother up because he got in a fight?”

“You’re correct.”

Again, Dick nods, fighting down the irritation he can feel rising in his chest. He’s an omega, and that’s the only reason he isn’t getting the whole story already. An alpha would have been informed and out the door by this point. Dick has to pry information away from the dean’s hands if he wants to know anything.

He looks back to Jason, asks the alpha pup, “What happened?”

“Mr. Grayson, I don’t think–”

Dick glares sharply over at the dean, effectively shutting her up. “I was asking my brother a question, ma’am, and I’d appreciate it if you’d let him answer.”

They glare at each other for a few seconds, but Dick ranks above her even as an omega. He’s the primary pack omega for the Waynes, which gives him more authority than she as a single alpha has. Nevermind that fact that he’s a Wayne on paper, period.

She looks to her computer, an unofficial submission but a submission all the same, and Dick looks back to Jason.

Jason looks stunned, but speaks when Dick nudges him a little.

“Uh, they made fun’a my accent, but I didn’ care. So they started makin’ fun’a Bruce, an’ you, an’…” Jason trailed off, looking down at his blood-streaked hands, kicking his feet a little. “An’ then they called mom names…I didn’ wanna fight ‘em! I didn’t!”

A wave of sadness hit Dick in the chest, and he pulls Jason into his side, hugging the little pup close. There’s the sharp sting of pain and a touch of despair in Jason’s scent, and he buries his face into Dick’s shirt. Dick does his best to help Jason, letting calming pheromones seep into his scent, and it seems to work as Jason relaxes in Dick’s embrace.

Dick looks to the dean, who watches with tight-lipped stubbornness, and asks, “You knew about this?”

“No, Mr. Grayson, I didn’t,” she admits with a small sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Did you bother asking?” He knows that answer, too.

“No.”

“I see.” Dick stands, Jason shuffling to his feet beside him, face still buried in his side and body slightly behind Dick’s. “Ma’am, with all due respect, I’ll be taking my little brother and leaving, now. He’ll be back in school tomorrow, and his bullies will be the ones punished.”

The dean raises a brow, crossing her arms. “Oh, is that so?”

“It is,” Dick easily replies, narrowing his eyes. “Jason didn’t do anything wrong. He was defending himself.”

“He broke Ryker’s nose–”

“Because Ryker wanted to get a rise out of him, and verbally abused him.”

“That–”

“Matters, and is actually a felony.” Dick raises one of his own eyebrows. “Would you prefer we discuss this with Bruce?”

The dean goes silent for a minute before speaking again.

“Mr. Todd may return to school on Thursday.”

A two-day suspension, then. It was better than nothing.

Dick nods, grabs Jason’s hand, and leaves, without another word.

When they’re driving for the Manor, Dick glances over at Jason in the rear-view mirror, a question on he tip of his tongue.

“Hey, Jason?”

The kid looks over.

“Why’d you call for me to pick you up?” The question’s been on the forefront of Dick’s mind, and has been ever since he’d gotten the phone call.

Dick looks back to the road while he waits for Jason’s answer, content with the brief silence.

“…don’ want B t’throw me out.”

Dick snorts. “You think Bruce will throw you out because you got in a fight?”

Jason huffs indingnantly.

“I got into fights when I was a kid too, Jay.”

“No way.”

Dick nods, stopping at a red light and looking at Jason in the mirror again. “Way. Why do you think the dean doesn’t like me?”

Jason gapes, and Dick laughs.

“I can promise Bruce won’t throw you out, Jason. He’ll probably do what I just did, but, like, somehow better. Because he’s Bruce.”

The light turns green and Dick looks back to the road, which means looking away from Jason and being unable to see his face as he says, “Yeah, but m’jus’ some street rat he picked up.”

“And I’m a Roma kid from the circuis.” Dick rolls his eyes. “I don’t see your point, Jason.”

Jason sighs. “Whatever. If you’re sure B won’ throw me out, can ya at least stay a bit?”

Dick shrugs. 

“Sure.”