moon knight reader x batfam , somewhat related to this post
Jason couldnāt quite put it together. He thought over the recent police reports, the articles online, newspaper columns, and even the few photos that were taken that would circle around the dark web. Recent rumors that ran around Gotham was that there was now a vigilante dressed in white with a moon symbol on his chest would go around and start kicking some villain ass and even assist (on more than one occasion) missing people return home. Jason remembers offhandedly commenting about the new crusader to Dick once. But apparently, he hadnāt heard anything about the rumors before.
When Jason plopped down onto his couch his eyes looked down at his coffee table, an old newspaper laid unmoved from the tabletop. He leant forward and grabbed onto it and flipped it to the first page. Your face was as clear as day despite the slightly faded inked words. But the headline was still readable.
SON OF BRUCE WAYNE PUNCHES MAYOR IN THE FACE
There were a lot of cameras there. Too many reporters. And a lot of flashing, bright lights. Jason was sure everyone and their grandmother got the picture of you punching the mayor in the face that night. The news wouldnāt shut up about it for a straight week. Jason wasnāt there but he had at least twenty different people send him the picture in full HD with no blurriness. Hell, even Black Mask sent him a damn picture of it.
He did try to visit you after the incident, of course. But the next time he was able to go to the manor he learned that you had moved away. Sure you were an adult at the time, but due to certain medical disabilities, the doctor thought it best for you to live at home. But to find out you moved out on your own? He knew it was bullshit. Everyone did. Bruce just didnāt want to deal with you anymore. He tried to look for you, he really did, but it was like you had disappeared off of the face of the earth.
The sigh he let out was strangled as he tossed the newspaper back to the table.
He just about jumped out of his skin.
A man dressed in a white suit similar to the one he has been seeing online sat in front of him on his coffee table. Jason didnāt have any of his weapons on him-
āRelax, relax,ā the man held his hands up, āhonestly, I am kind of offended that you would think I would ever harm you. Though, I suppose I should apologize about showing up out of the blue and shit.ā
āWho even are you and what do you want?ā
The man pressed a hand to his chest, right over where the moon symbol was placed, āpssh- what? Why would I want anything?ā
A heavy silence hung in the air making the man sigh, āalright, alright. The truth is, I sort of kind of need a helicopter and I heard you can get one.ā
āYes,ā the man said with a bit more exasperation, ālisten. I can sit here and ask you all night about it, or I can just take it. But since we know each other I figured we could at least sit down and have a chat before I go fly this helicopter into someoneās office building.ā
āI donāt even know who you are?ā
āReally? Even after youāve been on my tail this entire time? Even after you held that newspaper for a concernly long amount of time?ā
The mask sort of tore itself from your face. Like it was molding into your neck and shoulders. The hood you were wearing flipped back on its own too.
āThe one and only. If you donāt count my other charming personalities.ā
You smiled, āguess,ā the mask formed around your face again as you flipped the hood back up, ābut whatever, we donāt have time for guessing games right now. Right now, I need that helicopter.ā
Jason, now more relaxed since he knows its you under that mask, sat back into his couch, āso you can fly it into someoneās office building, right?ā
āBingo,ā you shot him with a finger gun.
āThanks, now with that out of the way. That guy can start saying his prayers- what do you mean by no?!ā
āYou arenāt that type of person.ā
āOh boy, not you lecturing me about what I should and shouldnāt do Mr. cutting off criminalsā heads.ā
āI donāt want you to be.ā
You scoffed and raised your hands in defeat, āfine. Whatever you say, but donāt come crying to me if that guy ends up taking the helicopter anyway-ā
āWhat happened to you?ā
You paused in your rant and looked over at Jason. He couldnāt see it, but you were already pressing your lips together. What exactly were you supposed to say to him? That you became an avatar for a moon god? That that same moon god was more of a father than your actual father? That you probably choked on your own blood more times than you can count because you woke up with no recollection of the night prior? That sometimes you wake up and you find that you have weeks upon weeks of blank memory?
āI unwillingly got adopted by a moon god I guess?ā
Out of all the explanations you could have used, and itās that one? You resisted the urge to outright convulse at the realization.
āAnyway, about that helicopter-ā
āJason could always become one of my avatars.ā
āStay out of my private conversations!ā
āYou are literally talking to yourself. Is Khonshu a new personality you developed up in Shitās Creek or something?ā
āYou should materialize a crowbar for a weapon.ā
You both bickered some more, with Jason finally learning that you wanted to fly the helicopter into the mayorās penthouse, but only because said mayor was apparently a corrupt business official who has a big hand in the recent disappearances of people at night. And that you have been slowly finding each missing person (dead or alive) and returning them to where they belong. While also safeguarding those who still walk around at night trying to get home or start their night shift at work.
It was admirable, yes, but Jason would much rather you not get caught in the fire or explosion of said helicopter. Besides, if you gave him a minute, he could get suited up and join you. Heās not going to let you out of his sight this time.