Ok the Jason adopts de-aged Danny (possibly also deaged Ellie and Dan)
But, what if he adopts them pre-identity reveal? Like now heās got to plan/enact his revenge on Batman and take care of his kid(s).
Red Hood was tired, no exhausted. It had been a long long night, he had another confrontation with the Bat and this time the asshole had brought along Nightwing, his precious new Robin no where to be seen. Which had been in his favor, if the cuckoo had shown up he didnāt know if he would have been able to stop himself from shooting all of them and ruining all his plans. Batman pissed him off enough, but all three of them? His fury would have known no bounds.
The fight had been a draw, he managed to get them out of the alley without being caught and subsequently destroying everything he had built and worked for so far. He had to made a pit stop at one of his safe houses to patch himself up, his injuries werenāt too bad, he didnāt need many stitches nor did he have any broken bones. Jason had wanted to stay at the safe house, sleep dragging at him. But he had somewhere to be, someone to take care of, he couldnāt leave them alone all night.
So he dressed himself in civies and left the safe house, sticking to the shadows, being careful to avoid being spotted. Irritation was still bubbling beneath his skin, threatening to spill over as he climbed the stairs to an apartment he knew well and unlocked the door.
ā DAD ā a shout shouted and his anger immediately evaporated. He smiled and crouched as a small body came flying at him and leaped into his arms, he held him tight and struggled to his feet when he refused to let go, carrying his kid into the living room after paying the babysitter.
Jason had not planned on taking in a kid, but when he had found the small boy hardly older than six trying to steal the tires off his bike and spitting with fury when he was caught, wellā¦ he hated to admit it but one of Bruceās tendencies had rubbed off on him.
He would do anything for Danny, the boy had wiggled his way into his heart that hadnāt felt anything but rage in years and helped him feel love and happiness again. No one would ever hurt his son, not on his watch. He would both get his revenge on Batman and be a better father than he ever could.
Also Jason would be older in this situation, like is debute would leave him between 21-25 years old. So heās not an 17/18 year old caring for a 4-6 year old lol
Continuation kind of.
Gunshots echoed in the distance, only slightly muffled by the thin walls of the apartment. The sound joined Crime Alleyās symphony of honking horns, wailing sirens, and angry shouting. It was bliss, a calming familiarity. Jason turned from the kitchen counter, where various vegetables and herbs lay chopped or minced perfectly. He scraped the scraps into the garbage before pulling the now-full bag out and tying it off. He carried it out the front door, which he locked behind him.
It had been a long day of careful planning and totally non-bloody threatening, and he felt he had earned himself a meal of penne bolognese. His revenge plan was coming together quite well, with only a few small hiccups thus far that had easily been handled with some bullets. Crime Alley was now under his control,l and he had only been back in Gotham for two months. He still had several more to go before the grand finale with Batman and Joker, but patience was virtue and whatnot.
Jasonās boots thudded against the poorly maintained asphalt of the small alleyway behind the apartment complex where the dumpsters were, where his bike was tucked away behind a stack of old pallets. Only, the pallets were scattered and his motercyclelay flat on its side, one tire off, and the other in the process of being removed by a little kid struggling with a tire iron to remove the last few bolts. Jason stood there, dumbfounded for a few seconds because seriously, what the fuck. It was almost deja vu except he wasn't the one boosting the tires, and it was his bike and not the Batmobile.
He approached slowly, making sure his footsteps were loud enough to be heard, not wanting to startle the kid too much.
ā Ya know, youād get mu- FUCK!āJason doubled over as the kid spun around and, much faster than heād anticipated, rushed him and swung the tire iron at his knee. The little shit reeled back and swung at him again, landing another surprisingly hard hit on his shin.
ā SHIT- OW- QUIT ITā he hissed and grabbed the tire iron mid swing in one hand and twisted it out of the kidās grip as gently as he could.
The little shit glared at him and backed up several steps, eyes darting back and forth searching for an escape route now that he no longer had a weapon to defend himself with. ā Hey, itās ok, kid. I am not going to hurt you.ā Jason placed the tire iron on the ground as far from himself and the boy as he could. He raised his palms facing out in a placating manner and crouched so he was closer to the kidās eye level. Though he still practically towered over the shrimp. ā Youāve got one hell of a swing,ā he grinned, hoping to make himself as non-threatening as possible.
ā Yeah I do! Iāve got a knife too, and if you come any closer Iāll stab you!!ā The boy glared at Jason, clearly bluffing. Jason didnāt call him out on it, though. The kid clearly needed some sense of security. Because now that he was a bit closer and was able to get a good look at him, he could see the kid was absolutely tiny. The kid was maybe three feet tall and dressed in a ragged, oversized red NASA hoodie and baggie sweatpants. His shes were hardly sneakers anymore with all that ductape. He looked to be around four to six years old, his cheeks sunken with malnutrition where there should have been babyfat.
Jason knew there were kids that age and younger on the streets, hell, he had lived with some on occasion after his mother died, and he spent nights aquatting in abandoned buildings. Still, most of them had older siblings or friends looking out for them. This kid looked to be completely alone. It brought up unwelcome memories of freezing nights and scrounging through trashcans. He couldnāt help the urge to bundle the kid up and carry him back to his apartment to get some food in him. He couldnāt do that, though; that would freak the kid out. He was not about to kidnap a child. Also, he was the Red Hood, and absolutely could not take care of a kid while fulfilling his grand plan.
ā Ok, I wonāt come any closer,ā he promised. ā But that is my bike. Though it did need a tire change anyway. Iām Jason. ā Shit, where did that come from. āThanks for taking care of those old tires for me.ā Where was he going with this? ā Actually, Iām in the middle of making dinner and I boughtmore ingredients than I'm gonna end up needing. It will be far more than I can eat myself. Wana come up and have some, so the rest wonāt go to waste?ā What the fuck was he doing?!
The kid looked at him dubiously, clearly suspicious but also clearly starving. Jason slowly reached over and grabbed the tire iron, and the kid stumbled back a few steps. He laid the tire iron on the ground and pushed it towardsthe kid. āHere, you can smack the fu-the crap out of me if I do anything, ā he offered, voice soft. Ok, seriously, what was he doing? He could not pull a god damn Bruce right now. He had shit to do, bat-shaped assholes to fuck up, and a shitty offbrand Clown to kill. ā Cāmon you can leave whenever you like, and take the tires with you.ā
The kid stared for a few moments, battling with himself internally before he grabbed the tire iron. ā Ok, but I will hit you and stab you in the balls if you do anything, Frootloop!ā the kid threatened. Jason choked back a laugh. ā Fair enough, I promise you wonāt need to.ā he told the kid, sincerity ringing in his tone. The kid relaxed a bit, shoulders dropping slightly as he nodded. Shit, he really was doing this,s wasnāt he? No, no, the kid would totally leave after dinner and sell off the tired. Red Hood would keep an eye out for him, but nothing more.
Jason turned and tossed the discarded trashbag into the dumpster before gesturing for the kid to follow him and leading the way to his apartment. He just managed to hear the kid mumble,
ā Iām Danny.ā
ā Nice to meet you, Danny, hope you like penne bolognese.ā
Yeah, there was no way he was going to adopt a kid, even a tiny little gremlin who reminded him so much of himself. There was absolutely no chance.
Soooo wrote a lot more than I thought I would. I have absolutely no plans to turn this into a full fic. Just hoping Iāll inspire someone else to.
