I know canon gives us formal and somber priest!Jason, but imagine snarky youth group minister Jason (a.k.a. my fave). No connection to Bruce or the afterlife, still the same snarky little shit he was as Robin. He’s a bit gruff because it wasn’t the joker that made him terrible at showing weakness, but he’s protective as hell. The kids fucking love him.
Most kids. Most kids love him.
And then there’s Damian.
Little feral assassin Damian, fresh out of a disastrous first meeting with Daddy Bats, and he most definitely doesn’t love Jason. But Jason knows an abused kid who needs a way out when he sees one, even if that situation is way out of Jason’s league.
Jason has just started making real progress when Talon shows up. Luckily, and to his very great surprise, Jason’s got Damian to protect him. Of course, then Damian gets attached.
Fast forward, Damian rehabs Talon!Dick by taking the don’t-be-a-murderous-asshole lessons he learned from Jason 30 seconds prior and teaching them inexpertly to Talon. He gets confused and territorial when Youth Minister Jason and Talon start building their own connection, which may eventually go in a slightly unexpected direction.
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I don’t think Harry and Draco ever left behind their animosity once they got together. I don’t mean that they fought constantly, I just think what started as animosity gradually translated into them being petty as fuck once they realized they had feelings for each other, which gradually translated once more into a continuous and elaborate prank war.
Neither one of them is sure how it started. At one point, Harry left all of Draco’s clothes out on the fire escape, but that was to get back at him for putting a whole bottle of Sriracha sauce in the stir fry the previous night. Draco got back at him by using Harry’s toothbrush to clean his hair out of the sink. Harry put black shoe polish in Draco’s hairbrush, so Draco put Icy-Hot on the insides of Harry’s shoes.
And I mean, every cycle has to end before circulating once again, and usually this routine ends with them fucking over the kitchen table (before Harry sneaks off to the bathroom to put baby powder in Draco’s blowdryer). I honestly wouldn’t expect anything less from them, even though this dynamic confuses Ron and Hermione to NO END because of how fucking much they seem to love each other, even when Draco puts all of Harry’s underwear inside a block of ice in the freezer.
“Where do you think the money went?” he repeated.
“Guns?” asked Jesper.
“Ships?” queried Inej.
“Bombs?” suggested Wylan.
“Political bribes?” offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. “This is where you tell us how awful we are,” she whispered.
He shrugged. “They all seem like practical choices.”
“Sugar,” said Kaz.
Jesper nudged the sugar bowl down the table to him.
Kaz rolled his eyes. “Not for my coffee, you podge. I used the money to buy up sugar shares and placed them in private accounts for all of us—under aliases, of course.”
“I don’t like speculation,” said Matthias.
“Of course you don’t. You like things you can see. Like piles of snow and benevolent tree gods.”
“Oh, there it is!” said Inej, resting her head on Nina’s shoulder and beaming at Matthias. “I missed his glower.”
“Besides,” said Kaz, “it’s hardly speculation if you know the outcome.”
The air smelled of rich cinnamon and crisp honeycomb apples. The cider bubbled on the stove, providing a percussive accompaniment to the whistle of the wind and rain. Snuggling into my significant other’s sweater, I wondered if the cider was worth getting up to drink.