Masky got so fed up he went on a rant about all of LJs mistakes, and everyone was in the room to hear. LJ laughed and said that Tim would be kicked off the team becuase he was being a jerk, but Slender erased LJ's memory of all of the pastas and kicked him out instead. - @creepypastaheadcannonsxd
Yeah , she did say all this during the three events (the drinks, one hour meet n greet and the stage talk) i was at all three personally. I mean tim basically said where he lives they don't understand how wacko the nans are.
So Wanda contradicted herself a bunch of times on three separate occasions?
And she also contradicted the tiny cafe sighting where Weirdo supposedly was ready to pop on February 10th when that “sneaky” pic was taken?
And she also contradicted the non-announcement on the Fail telling us Pilo 2.0 was born on the 3rd of March?
And that means Weirdo was four and a half months along on October 20th at the LA premiere?
When, in comparison, she was this size at the same stage of her first pregnancy with Pilo?
Aren’t women supposed to show sooner with their second pregnancies?
Superman hanging out with each of the robins headcanon? Please?
Dick: He is totally in awe that he can even be near THE Superman, so he’s glad to do anything. Oftentimes Superman would have to watch him if Bats brought him to the Watchtower and so Superman would fly Dick around. It reminded Dick of being on the trapeze with his parents. Now they’re very good friends and keep in touch regularly, Superman stops by Blüdhaven sometimes and they work together on occasion.
Jason: He was much more reserved towards Superman than Dick ever was, so they weren’t as close. When they did hang out, it was when Jason was younger and it was typically just them chatting about books and movies and mundane things like that.
Tim: He was quiet at first out of respect (since there’s the whole ‘children shouldn’t speak unless spoken to’ mentality that his parents seemed to like) but once he got over that, he asked Superman a lot about Krypton and what space is like. He’s a curious kid.
Steph: She was kind of awkward around Superman. She talked to him but they weren’t really close. They joked around sometimes and he helped Steph with some fighting techniques but outside of working together, they don’t hang out all too much.
Damian: He’s really bitter towards Superman. He’ll constantly say things that Superman finds amusing but are along the lines of ‘my father could beat you in a fight’. Damian isn’t very fond of Superman but since he’s Dick’s friend and his father’s coworker/sort of friend, he puts up with Superman (who finds Damian to be entertaining)
Duke: He’s incredibly respectful towards Superman but he’s also flipping out because it’s Superman!!! The Man of Steel!!! So he’s totally geeking out but he tries to keep his cool to seem normal (he totally asks for loads of photos). Any time they hang out he’s just awestruck and giddy
“i know i just rewatched star trek but will you rewatch star trek with me”
“bruce breaks the no names in the field rule the most tbh. remember the debacle with jason? ‘you can change, jason’ ‘its my fault, jason’ ‘jason, dont kill the joker, jason’ holy shit keep it on the down low b”
“tim you…. werent even there. how do you know that” “i spy on jasons vent blog sometimes. i like to send him anon hate.”
“one time i was falling to my death and i was like ‘at least bruce will be proud of me’ and my therapist tells me thats ‘unhealthy’. whatever that means”
“i actually have a rule. no one can mention kons death but me. the rule is called ‘tims a hypocrite’”
Ok so all of Gotham knows that Timothy Drake-Wayne is dating the Red Hood. Vicki Vale knows it, WE employees know it, Richard Grayson even made a statement that was about three minutes of laughter and “yeah, of course, if that’s what you wanna call it.”
Timothy Drake-Wayne and Red Hood are totally dating.
And that’s why, when someone captures a photo of Tim on a date with a mysterious stranger, everyone wonders why the fuck Tim is cheating on Red Hood with this guy.
(It doesn’t help that this guy is devilishly handsome too)
Request:Hi! :D a Batmom request where Damian meets Batmom and doesn’t accept her motherly love towards him until some paparazzi commented something about how she feels knowing Damian isn’t her blood son and is Bruce’s blood son. Like Batmom says some inspirational stuff about blood doesn’t define family. I mean, she knows Bruce wasn’t in consent..but I’m sure the press doesn’t know that part of the story.
I totally stole that “family don’t end with blood” from Bobby Singer from Supernatural. Oops.
You had been dating Bruce for two months before you met his kids.
It wasn’t on purpose, you’d just been visiting the manor to return Bruce’s coat to him. He’d lent it to you on a cold night on one of your dates.
Tim was on the couch with his laptop, drinking what was probably his 6th cup of coffee that day. Damian was in his room doing God knows what. Dick was visiting and he stood in front of Damian’s door, attempting to get him to play a video game with him.
A very loud “GO AWAY GRAYSON” startled you as you walked through the door. It probably wasn’t a good idea to come here uninvited.
Alfred had been the one to open the door but he quickly walked off after excusing himself. By the delicious smell that wafted through the manor, you assumed he was cooking.
“Uh, excuse me?” You said timidly. Tim looked up for the first time and he gaped like a fish. If you weren’t so nervous you would have laughed at his face.
“You… You’re not a slut?” He whispered, but you still heard. You were confused and unsure if you should be insulted. A loud TT startled you and you looked behind you to find a young boy, no older than 13.
You assumed it was Damian and smiled lightly. “Don’t be so quick to assume, Drake.” He said cockily. “She could still be a whore.”
You were flabbergasted at his language and rudeness. Had the 13-year-old son of the most amazing man you’d ever dated just call you a whore?
You stood there, shocked. An older man who stood beside the boy nervously chuckled. You assumed he was Dick.
“I’m terribly sorry. Damian has.. well, no filter.” He said quickly. You brushed it off, not wanting to make a bad impression. Too late, you thought bitterly.
“It.. It’s okay.” You managed. Dick gave you a dazzling smile and charm radiated off of him. “I’m Dick, this is Damian and Tim,” He said, pointing at respective persons.
Damian just scoffed. “What are you doing here, harlot?”
You nearly fell over from shock. This kid seriously had issues.
“I-I’m here for Bruce. I wanted to return his coat.” You lifted it up as proof.
Bruce finally arrived after you stuttered that out. “Apologies, I was in my study.” He rushed toward you. “Y/N, these are my kids.” He smiled.
You stood there shell-shocked for a moment before smiling lightly. “We met.” You say, a bit of an offended tone to your voice.
You seem to remember what you came for and lifted up his coat. “I, uh, brought your coat,” You let out a shy, cute smile. You handed it to him and said your goodbyes quickly, ignoring Damian’s glare as you said goodbye to him.
After that, you made it your mission to get Damian to like you.
You tried everything. You made him breakfast, which he threw into the trash immediately because he “doesn’t like blueberry pancakes”. You tried to get into what he liked, which was swordplay apparently. You studied for weeks, and he had you beaten in seconds. He insulted you and pointed out your flaws. You were embarrassed, but you didn’t give up.
Bruce offered to speak to him about his behavior but you declined. He’d never like you if you had Bruce talk to him.
It had been 3 months after you met and still, nothing changed.
Until one night. You were attending an auction with Bruce and he had brought Damian along.
Bruce had been answering some questions and you were getting desperate for a drink. You walked over to Damian, hopeful. “Hi, Damian.” You greeted brightly.
He didn’t answer, he just looked away. At least he didn’t call you a harlot.
You didn’t give up. “Come get a drink. Non-alcoholic, of course.”
He looked back at you, rolling his eyes. “You’re lucky I’m thirsty.”
You nearly jumped for joy but instead smiled and made your way toward the bar. You were interrupted by a reporter.
“Y/N, you’re dating the Bruce Wayne, aren’t you?” She questioned quickly. You smiled nervously, not prepared. “Yes, I am.”
“What’s it like? How do you feel about his children?”
You were growing uncomfortable but answered anyway. “It’s amazing. He is a perfect gentleman. His children are wonderful.”
Damian was growing annoyed. “Is that all?” He snapped. The reporter looked at him as if she just realized he was there.
An idea popped into her head and she smiled cockily. “How do you feel about Damian? After all, he isn’t your blood child but he is Bruce’s.”
Damian nearly started to verbally attack the woman but you answered. “I think of Damian as a son. He might not be my blood, but blood doesn’t make family.”
You continued, “Family doesn’t end with blood. Family’s got your back, even when it hurts. That’s family. And I consider the Wayne’s to be my family.”
Damian and the reporter looked at you, shocked. Bruce, who was lurking, smiled. You really were perfect.
“Well, I think we should get going.” Bruce smiled at the reporter as he guided you and Damian out of the building.
When you got to the manor Bruce excused himself, leaving you and Damian alone.
You were about to go upstairs when Damian spoke up. “Did you mean that? About family.”
You turned and smiled at him lightly. “Every word.”
He nodded, walking away and going up the stairs to his room.
The next morning you were making breakfast, humming along to a song you had in your head. Damian walked toward the kitchen counter and huffed loudly.
You turned your head and smiled. “Good morning, Damian.” His cheeks had a red tint to them and he coughed. “I had a particularly hard training session today. I request blueberry pancakes.”
You grinned and started cooking.
When they finished, you and Damian sat eating breakfast together. You started to truly feel like a family.
Jason and Tim arguing over who had it worse when it came to living up to their predecessor's legacy
‘All I’m saying is… I was living in the shadow of a dead boy.’
Jason looked up from his book with a scowl, turning the page a bit more roughly than he had meant to. He and Tim had been holding their own pity party of “who had it worse” as Robin when it came to living up to their predecessor’s legacy. Jason had made some comment about “back in my days as Robin”, and Tim had had enough self-respect to become offended. And as a consequence, Jason had only gotten through five pages and was tempted to just give up reading altogether.
Truth be told, he knew that Tim probably had it much worse than him, when it came to this specific issue. And he was only arguing with him because he knew how much arguing for the sake of arguing annoyed his brother.
But then again, the only thing Tim really had to do in order to surpass his predecessor, was not die… so Jason stuck to his guns. He set his book down and leaned forward, giving Tim his best “I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are” look.
‘Tim. Firstly, I’m a bit offended at being called a, quote unquote, “dead boy”…’
Tim frowned. ‘You call yourself a dead boy all the-’
‘-And secondly,’ Jason interrupted him cooly, ‘My standards were far, faaaar lower than Dick’s. To live up to my predecessor’s legacy meant being a perfect, obedient, chirpy, quipping, circus act, which was not happening in a million years unless global warming wasn’t a thing and hell froze over, giving us another ice age. You, on the other hand, just had to not do any of the things I did.’
Tim pursed his lips, sitting there in silence as he regarded Jason with a look of complete and utter exasperation.
‘So…’ he said slowly, enunciating every word, ‘not die.’
Jason nodded, rolling his eyes. ‘Yeah. Like I said. Lower standards.’
Tim sighed, massaging his forehead as he turned back to his laptop, tapping the keys distractedly. ‘Okay. But consider this: in order to not die, I actually had to achieve a standard of near-perfection as Robin that not even you or Dick were expected or pressured to reach.’
‘Okay,’ Jason countered. ‘But consider this: in Bruce’s eyes, none of us are ever good enough.’
‘So your point is, we’ve all had it bad and it’s pointless to try and decide who had it worst because we all had a common denominator and standard to live up to: Bruce.’
Jason shrugged and lay on his back on the sofa, opening the book again.
‘Even Bruce doesn’t live up to Bruce’s standards, so yes. It’s fucked up and we were all screwed from the start.’
‘Oh boy. That went south real quick.’
‘So wait, when I go off on Bruce, it’s too far. But when we’re talking about when I was a “dead boy” it’s all fine and dandy?’
‘All the time, Jason,’ Tim repeated without looking up from his laptop, his voice bland. ‘All. The. Time.’
Unable to think of a reasonable response or blatant lie, Jason scoffed and stood to find somewhere he could read in peace and not get his ear talked off or, god forbid, counselled by his younger brother.
‘Well, you try dying and see if you can stop talking about it. It’s a life-altering event, a real milestone.’
‘It’s also only meant to happen once,’ Tim said pointedly.
Jason paused to consider this. ‘Hold up. So, technically, Damian has already lived up to the standard I set as Robin because he also died and came back. Grayson had to fake it, so he’s disqualified… and we’re not counting Steph because she was never even given a chance, and would beat all our asses in the ‘who had it worst’ game.’
‘Which means I do have it worse than you, because the standard I now have to live up to is resurrection.’
‘WWJD, Timbo,’ he grinned, finger-gunning his brother as he walked backwards out the door. ‘”What Would Jason Do?”’
‘Die and come back a salty gun enthusiast,’ Tim muttered under his breath, mulling over their conversation and taking it more seriously than he should. ‘Also, Easter was last month.’
Terry’s fifth birthday is a big one. Your home ends up filled with other five year olds and their parents. It’s all hands on deck for the big day, as the kids run all over the house. Despite having done this countless times before you’re more than a little stressed.
Between making sure the kids don’t kill each other, and keeping the society climbing mothers away, you’re stressed to your max. You do your best to hide in the kitchen, as the older kids corral the younger ones. “Never again.”
You roll your eyes, “You say that every time.”
Bruce scowls, “And every time I think it can’t get worse, it does.”
You hmmm, “So are we going to cancel Cass’ birthday?”
Bruce scowls, “Of course not. I’m just saying an event planner is something to invest in.”
“They’re children’s birthday parties. We don’t need an event planner.”
“Just a clean up crew.”
You take a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and kiss your husband’s cheek, “We’ll survive. Now go mingle with the other dads.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes, because I have to mingle with the vipers that are their mothers.”
You slip out of the kitchen and allow your eyes to scan the crowd. Your eyes find a group of moms and you steel your nerves and force yourself to walk over. You approach from behind, just in case you chicken out. That’s when you hear them, “She didn’t even give poor Bruce a chance.”
There’s a giggle, “I know. How she tricked him into marrying her, I’ll never know.”
“I mean really. Running away together and getting pregnant right off the bat, it’s the oldest trick in the book.”
“And look at how many they have. Six biological kids, and then the two orphans, what is she trying to prove?”
“She’s not even that pretty. Her body has certainly gone to hell.”
You bite the inside of your lip to keep from saying something. Stepping back, the nausea takes over and you slink back into the shadows. You slip upstairs and into your room. Your lunch makes a reappearance, before you collapse on your bed. The bed dips a moment later, and a head rests on your back.
Glancing back you grin at Duke, “What’s up kiddo?”
“They’re harpies. Mean bitter old women who are miserable in their own lives and looking to feel better about themselves.”
You sit up and he does too. Duke was a person who thrived on touch. His own parents had been big on hugs. You had sought to continue that. And as he had adjusted to your home, he’d grown comfortable in seeking reassurance, and finding his place in the family.
“I was playing hide and seek with Terry and his friends, I was under the table.”
“Did you win?”
He nods, “Yep, but I might have scared those women. I jumped out from underneath. One spilled wine down the front of her dress.”
You can’t help it, you laugh. “This would be the point I would normally parent, but I’m too exhausted right now.”
“So does that mean we’re off scot free.”
You blink at the sound of a new voice before several heads pop up. You smile as all your kids climb up onto the bed. Terry climbs right into your lap, “Thank you for my party mama.”
You kiss the top of his head, “You’re welcome baby.”
Turning to your older kids you ask, “You were all hiding under the table?”
Jason shrugs, “We all think alike. I blame dad.”
Cass places a hand on your knee and signs “You’re very pretty mama.”
Tim nods, “What she said. They’re just mean.”
Dick’s smile is easy going but you can see the anger hidden below the surface, “I think from now on, these parties should only be family and close friends.”
There’s a chorus of agreement before a moment of silence settles over the group, “I like having a big family.”
Your eyes flash to Helena. Her eyes are thoughtful, “Sure sometimes these guys are annoying, and they only leave like three chips in a bag, but they’re always here for me.”
Jason echos the sentiment, “There’s always been someone to talk to, or play with, or blame.” You raise an eyebrow at the last one but he just smirks.
“There’s always someone to help us with homework, or spar against.” Damian chirps in.
Duke smiles, “We’re a family.”
You smile, “Very true, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” With smiles on their face you watch your kids leave the room.
You sit there on the bed for a few more minutes, and wait for Bruce to peek his head in. “How are you feeling?”
He nods, and takes a seat next to you, “That’s common at this stage.” There’s a moment of silence before he asks, “Should we even bother saying this will be the last one?”
You smile, “This is the last one.”
Bruce wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in close, “You sure about that?”
Your hands go to your belly, “No.”
“Duke’s right you know.”
“You’re amazing, and beautiful.”
You smile, “Those harpies were right. I have stretch marks, and a flabby tummy. Lord knows I’m not nearly as put together as I should be.”
Bruce’s hand goes to cover yours, “This belly has carried six babies, and is now carrying a seventh. You’re a mother to eight soon to be nine children it’s understandable that you’re not magazine cover ready. And the most important thing, you are gorgeous, and courageous, and I thank God for you every day, because you are the love of my life.”
Leaning into your husband you take in the amount of happiness that’s surrounding you, and you smile.
Prompt : “I can’t tell if that’s real blood or not.”
A/N : The first of 24 😉
Pairing : Jason Todd x Reader
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For some strange reason, Halloween was the day many psychopaths decide to come out and show their true nature. This meant Jason and the rest of the batfamily had longer patrols, and you only see them afterwards when you had to help Alfred patch them up.
“I’m really considering moving to Metropolis.” Dick grumbled, wincing in pain as he tried to move his fractured arm.
You threw him a stern glare, “Your arm’s broken, Golden Boy. If you try to move it then it’ll put you in even more pain. Unless you want to go through that, I highly suggest you stay still.”
“Jay, your girlfriend is being mean to me again.” Dick complained, laying his head down to try and soothe his headache.
You rolled your eyes as Jason chuckled and held an ice pack to his bruised eye.
“You’re such a child, Grayson.” Damian muttered from beside him.
“It’s better than being like you.” Tim said, adjusting the arm sling Alfred had just placed around him.
Damian sneered and was about to open his mouth and retort, but one look from Bruce silenced him.
“It’s been a long night, don’t argue with each other.” Bruce ordered, rolling his shoulders to get rid of the tenseness in his muscles.
“Babe,” Jason called, “can you wash my helmet?”
You raised an eyebrow and made your way over to his helmet, which had been thrown carelessly on the floor. “Why? Did you fall on your face again?”
“Jason fell on his face during patrol?” Tim gasped, “When?”
“I don’t think it’s any of your business, replacement.” Jason said, glaring at his so-called younger brother. “And you can’t talk, Dick told me you tore your pants once when you were Robin.”
“What the hell, Dick?” Tim exclaimed, swirling around to look at the the sheepish man. “Why did you tell Jason of all people about that? Why did you tell anyone in the first place?”
“Because it’s funny?” Dick said in a questioning tone.
“It does not surprise me that you did, Drake.” Damian cackled, “It only shows who the better Robin is.”
Bruce sighed, and rubbed his temple. Why did he decide to adopt so many kids—no, boys in the first place? All they brought along with them was destruction and endless arguments that usually resulted in violent brawls.
You chuckled as they continued to argue with one another, and bent down to pick up Jason’s beloved helmet. You gasped at the sight of a different shade of red sprayed and smeared all over the bright red color of the helmet.
“Jason!” You said, turning to your boyfriend with the look of utmost shock and held up the object in your hand. “Is that blood? I can’t tell if that’s real blood or not.”
Immediately heads turned his way, and Jason had the decency to look flustered at the attention he was given. “Y/N, I was paired with this pansy,” He said, motioning over to Tim, “do you really think he’d ever let me murder someone under his watch.”
Tim nodded while promptly ignoring the insult, “He’s right for once. It’s actually ketchup. Some kid dressed up as Red Hood at McDonalds didn’t like another person sharing his ‘costume’ so he decided to pick up a ketchup fight with Jason.”
“Thank God.” Bruce mumbled, shaking his head as he felt another migraine coming.
“Wait,” Dick injected, gesturing towards himself and an unhappy Damian, “how could you go to Mickey D’s without us?”
You doodled, a lot. All the time in fact. You carried a pen everywhere, always drawing spirals and flowers, lines and words all over your wrist, hand, and arms. You had always been told not to, that is may bother your “Soulmate” but those were rare now a day. “Soulmates” were common when your grandmother was a child, but they had become less and less common, to the point where if you had one, you were a rare exception. Your parents were lucky, and they were soulmates, convinced you would have one as well, but you, not so much.
You thought the idea was amazing, and yeah, it would be awesome, but you didn’t believe you had a soulmate, so every time your parents told you to stop drawing on your arms in pen, as to not give your soulmate ink poisoning, you ignored them, thinking how on earth could you have a soulmate? Until the last day of school.
You were walking down the hall, towards the door, when all the sudden your feet were swept from under you. You fell to the floor, backpack falling as well, and everything spilling out and onto the ground. You looked up to find the star baseball pitcher and a couple of cheerleaders all standing over you, glaring at your scattered things and fallen figure.
I need a fic where the Batclan realizes why Jason has distanced himself from them even more after Damian is brought back.
I need a fic where Damian and Dick find out what Bruce said to Tim and what he did to Jason, taking him back to where he was murdered to see if he remembered how he came back to life.
I need the three brothers to look at what Bruce did and for Bruce to realize that Bruce, essentially, claimed that Damian was his only son when he told Jason that he would do anything to bring his son back.
I want for them to look at how Damian died and was brought back, his entire family there to welcome him back and his Father there to welcome him back and call him son; to help him deal with his trauma.
And then look at Jason’s death, brutal and drawn out, how when Jason came back he clawed his way out of his grave to find that there was a new Robin and his father, the man he thought of as his father, didn’t even know he was alive despite the fact that he walked the street for months, the same streets his ‘father’ patrolled every night.
I need the boys to finally get a perspective on how Jason perceived his own welcome back compared to Damian’s. No one tried to bring Jason back. Bruce willingly found a way to bring Damian back.
I want the boys to look at what kind of message that would send to the already damaged bird.
I want Bruce to apologize to Tim for all the awful things he said when Tim destroyed that lab because he didn’t want Damian brought back like some monster.
I want Bruce to look at how the things with Jason have played out and how if Bruce had tried to help Jason instead of just telling him how guilty he felt then maybe things would have changed. No, he wouldn’t kill the Joker but he was always prepared to fight Jason with violence and when someone has PTSD and all the other issues Jason has that NEVER ends well.
I want Bruce to think back to when he called Jason’s being alive again ‘unnatural’ and then look at Damian. I want Bruce to try to say those words to Damian only to realize that he couldn’t say those words to him.
I want Dick to feel horrible because he actually cares about Jason and not because of guilt. About how he’s been trying to play ‘big brother’ instead of trying to get to know the lost bird that he didn’t want anything to do with till after his death.
I want Damian to finally understand that Jason isn’t trying to go out of his way to cause trouble for the family, for him to look at what all has happened just since Damian’s own resurrection and see that the gap between the family and Jason isn’t just Jason’s fault. His father has played a big role in it as well.