he's called the red hood

anonymous asked:

I went downstairs at three in the morning bc that's when I woke up and there's a girl who I hate sleeping on my couch wtf do I do should I call batman or would the red hood be more suitable to this situation I mean I wouldn't mind if she was dead this lady tried to get me in bed with her when I was fifteen and she was 24

Ok but if you call Red Hood he’s more likely to kill her so that’s your best option, but like I can always come over with a rake if you need me to fam

I’m debuting my new blog with a headcanon

  • look ok the Waynes don’t go to normal banks
  • what are they, poor?
  • but Jason does because he doesn’t have access to their money
  • I mean he is fucking dead
  • and fuck if he’s letting them give him any money
  • so Jason is in line at the bank
  • he looks like a normal guy, if a bit muscular
  • he goes by the name Todd Peters
  • bc he has a sense of humor gdi
  • and some guys in masks run in and shoot at the ceiling
  • they order everybody around
  • and the civilians “cower”
    • none of them are actually all that scared
    • they’re used to this ok
    • they deal with Scarecrow every other week ok they’re fine
    • they just figure this is easier than making a fuss
    • Jason’s pretty sure there’s only one bullet in that gun anyway
  • they start demanding the money
  • and Jason can’t just leave this bc he’s here
  • he might as well deal with it
  • so he stands and brings attention to himself
  • “hey!” he yells
  • they turn to him
  • and he just
  • he just fucking decks the closest one in the face
  • it’s a surprise bc nobody usually tries
  • he’s outnumbers like five to one
  • but he ducks their attacks and kicks their feet out from under them
  • and punches them all and basically just leaves them all black and blue
  • he ties them all up when he’s finished
    • bc of course he has fucking rope with him
    • why wouldn’t he
    • that’s a normal thing to have
    • (no it isn’t Jason what the fuck)
  • he couldn’t help but notice that as this was all happening
  • the civilians just quietly started making their withdrawals
  • the people at the desks thank him when they realized he was done
  • one person calls the cops
  • and then Jason realizes that there’s a camera in the bank
  • and he just makes his withdrawal and fucking books it
  • no doubt the bats will be seeing this footage soon
  • and he’s not about to deal with the police
  • he hides in a safehouse for a while in hopes that they don’t call
    • they do
    • bruce thanks him for leaving them alive
    • he doesn’t respond
  • me: wow what a good day
  • brain: remember that bruce carried a picture of jason with him everywhere after he died
  • me: this day can get fucked
Jason Todd x Reader - Reunion Confessions

Request from this prompt list for @natasha-baggins, hope you enjoy it love <3

A/N: I got sooooo carried away with this and it ended up being really long. But please keep requesting you guys!

#48: “I’ve liked you for a while now.”

#59: “You own my heart.”


You and Jason Todd had grown up together. You were both street kids, and had grown up rough unlike most other kids your age. You two took care of each other, and had a bond that was unbreakable. 

When he was taken up by Batman after trying to hijack the batmobile’s tires, you were taken in as well. It was the first time in a long time that you and Jason had the warmth and security of a home and a kind of family. 

When Jason began training to become Robin, you took up your own vigilante identity as well. The two of you were inseparable, both in your fight against crime and in your civilian identities. 

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BatFam X Reader "New Family" Part 3

You work for Wayne Industries when you are asked to see Bruce Wayne with your boss Mr. Fox. On your way up to meet wit him, you meet someone else.

Authors note: This is dedicated to my biggest fan Abdullaah. Thank you for being so supportive.

Part 1

Part 2

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You weren’t sure but that creepy feeling that you were being followed wouldn’t go away and it was nagging at your very soul. It felt like having butterflies in your stomach and that anticipation that you are watching a scary movie and you don’t know when that thing that you know is going to jump out on the screen will. Yeah that is how you felt. That gut feeling was never wrong when it came to this. It just wasn’t. So as you stepped out the front doors of Wayne Industries you glanced behind you to see a security guard. Something about him looked familiar… You store this information in the back of your mind and continue on your way home. By the time that you make it two blocks the feeling comes back to you.

At this time you need to make a decision either evade or lead the shadow. Evading would shake him off your trail, but if this guy had been following you as long as you thought he had then he would just wait for you at home. So the last option was the best bet.

As you continue the way home, but instead of making a right you take a left. Without back tracking it would now take an extra five minutes home. As you continue down the sidewalk more and more of the stores turn to be abandoned. A closed down Barkery. Unbeknownst to the public this bakery wasn’t closed down or a bakery. This is the place were you lay your trap.

It was dark and musty. Though the outside wasn’t what you were really interested in it was what was inside that mattered.

Going around to the back the door was there. Once inside you start looking for Mack.

“Mack?” You yell. “Its Y/N.”

“Y/N, what in tar-nation are ye doing here?” said a man with an Irish accent. He is short fat man with patches of white hair all around his head. Wearing a hideous sweater and jeans that are obviously to big for him. Though the ensemble would not be complete without his climbing harness and goggles that look like they might have been part of a steampunk costume.

“Hey Mack. I just needed to use your security cameras.”

“Really? Whose after ye?”

“I don’t know Mack, but can I use them.”

“Sure they’re in dah closet.”

“Thanks.” you say as you walk towards the hallway closet.

The closet obviously must has been a cleaning supplies closet because it still smelled of cleaning product. On wall was the computer and on the other were ten screens. Each one projected a live feed of the inside and the outside of the bakery. As you scan the screens you notice a figure on the rooftop on the building across the street.

“Yer think that him?”

You scream and before you know it you have your hands wrapped securely around Macks throat. “God sorry Mack I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.”

“Its not yer fault deary. I forgot before you were a techy you were part of the-”

“Don’t say their name out loud!”

Mack raises a bushy white eyebrow and says “If yer say so deary.”

You smile at his reassuringly and look out a the screen at the figure on the roof. You zoom closer to get a better look. Red mask covers his entire face and it looks like he is wearing a brown jacket.

“Its one of the Bat’s.” Mack exclaims.

“One of the bat’s?” You ask.

“Yes Y/N one of Bat’s.” You look at him blankly. “You know Batman? That is one of his guys. I think he calls himself deh Red Hood.”

“How original.” You say sarcastically.

“Has dis guy been following yer?”

“I think so. I am going to talk to him.”

“Talk to him?! Why…” Mack cuts off his own sentence and says instead. “If yer goin to talk to him you better watch your back. He ain’t like the others; he kills.”

“Mack you don’t think that he knows about me do you?”

“Nah deary, I wiped your past away. Your new identity is secure.”

You nod as you get out of the chair and leave the Bakery.

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Jason was sure that this was not what Bruce ment when he said ”I want you to become her friend and get her to come onto our side.” by stalking her. He truly didn’t know how to become her friend, she really isolated herself from everyone. He had tried to talk to her and find excuses to see her, but whenever he tried she wouldn’t pay attention.

“Y/N was one of those who stayed in her own world.” Jason thought to himself.

He had been hoping to find a way to run into her on her way to work or on her way home and that is why he had been following her… for a week. So it had taken him off guard when she changed her route and had stopped at a closed down bakery.

Still looking through his binoculars he waits for you to come out.

Some pressure is felt at the back of his jacket. Jason freezes. He has been made. Your voice confidently whisper next to his ear. “Why are you following me?”

How I’d Ruin It: Batman

(thanks to The Lego Batman Movie for making my brain keep coming back to this, and also for making such awesome goddamn toys for my retail therapy needs)

While I write my own stories nowadays, the old fanfic writer in me resurfaces every now and then in the form of idle thoughts about how I’d handle certain stories I love.  Sometimes these musings lead me to one horrible conclusion: that no matter how much I may love the story in question, I’d be absolutely fuck awful at writing it.  This is because the scope of things I’m interested in writing is significantly smaller than the scope of things I’m interested in reading/watching - my muse is a pickier eater than I am.

Still, no matter how awful and off message my bastardized mental versions of these stories may be, they keep popping up now and then, demanding to manifest as stories are wont to do.  So today I’m going to exorcise one of them by summarizing it to you.

Today, my wonderful readers, I’m going to tell you how I’d utterly fuck up at writing Batman.

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Son of Gotham | Part I

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

And the day is dark and dreary.


Wet cobblestones.

Wet nose.

Jason swiped his dripping nose.

Damn, wet hand too.

Wet everything.

Wet eyes as well, but that was no matter. Don’t look at the pain, that was his motto. At least, that’s what helped in the street.

He shook raindrops from his leather jacket, wishing dreadfully for a cigarette. Anything to take the edge off (that was also his motto). He lit one, hands numb and chapped.

The city breathed like a sleeping monster. He could feel it, Gotham’s life seeping under his finger nails.

Lots of people thought him crazy, but he knew–KNEW–Gotham was alive. She was thought a cruel mistress, and perhaps was. Gotham never let go. But Jason felt in his bones, like rust and decay, how Gotham ached. Her children worked, fought, died like infernal hands atop a clock. Claws of time.

Jason kicked a loose stone. They were all susceptible to time. They were all susceptible to loss. They were all susceptible to pain.

Gotham most of all.

Sometimes he could hear her crying in the night. A wail in the wind. A frozen sob.

He could hear Gotham.

And shit this car has been following him for a while. Can’t a man in a leather jacket walk in the rain alone without suspicion?

Wait, that mental image was creepy.

Even so, Jason’s hand crept into his holster as he flicked cigarette ash into the night. The car’s lights were out. The only distinction of sound was the roll of tires in puddles. The street vigilante stopped and faced an abandoned shop, miming the action of lighting a cigarette. Jason clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth in hopes of removing the chill. He rubbed the cigarette between his fingers. The old window reflected the red tip.

The car braked about two feet back.

Jason took a puff. His hand slid down and cocked his gun.

One mississppi.

Two mississppi.

Three–

He spun around and pointed the firearm into his stalker’s face.

Lightning flashed.

Batman looked back at him.

Thunder rumbled.

They stood for a long moment.

The rain trickled in the background.

Finally Jason blinked and lowered his gun, shifting on the safety and placing it back in his holster. “Nice night,” he greeted hollowly.

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anonymous asked:

Now when I read the red hiding hood story to my little sister and there will be the part in which the hunter kills the wolf, the imagine of JJ getting fucked by Otabek will never leave my mind.. Fuck

Try not to mix up which version you’re telling because that would be terrible

“And then he called him a bad puppy… WAIT NO”

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i am in fact absolutely NOT OBSESSED with my absolutely STUPID AND UNLIKEABLE character 

Baby Tim - Part 2

Part two of baby Tim!

This part is written in the reader point of view

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“Alright Mr. Todd, this is everything. These are the background checks for everyone in the building, my personal qualifications, and a layout of everything” You say, walking into the office where Jason and Tim are waiting. You had asked them to come back before the daycare opened in order to get and give information about the care center.

You sit behind a desk a Jason goes over all of the information about Owl Care. Tim wiggles to the floor and toddles over to you, trying to climb into your lap.

“You know, I haven’t seen him be so taken with someone so soon. Not even his older brothers.”

You chuckle, allowing the child to curl into you, just watching his father read, “Well he likes me now, just wait until you try to leave and them we will see how he does” you clear your throat awkwardly, “So Mr. Todd …”

“Just Jason please, or Jay, I’m fine with either”

“Alight, Jason, do you mind me asking why you require our services?”

“I work nights, and I can’t take Timmy to work with me, so I just need someone to be with him while he sleeps, just in case he needs someone” the corner of Jason’s eye twitches, a barely there tell. You believe that he works nights, but you also don’t think that he is telling the whole truth about what he will be doing.

“Of course, does his mother also work nights then?”

“His mother? Oh, no, she um, she isn’t with us anymore”

“I’m very sorry. I didn’t realize …”

“It’s alright, I didn’t know his mother anyway, Timmy is adopted”

Your eyes widened slightly, “Oh! That makes sense” You glance down at Tim and he is looking up at you with wide eyes.

He glances away when you look down at him, but after a minute he glances up at you shyly, “Juice?”

“Manners Timmy”

Tim glances over at Jason and giggles, quickly looking back u at you, “Juice, please?”

“Of course, pumpkin!”

You set Tim down on the floor and go to retrieve a box of juice. By the time you get back Jason has already put down all of the papers and is looking at you expectantly. “Done already?”

“Yes. This is a damn nice place, I think that Timmy will like it here”

“Do you want him to start tonight?”

“Is that possible?” Jason looks genuinely surprised

“Of course! I just need your information and the information of an emergency contact in case we can’t get ahold of you”

Jason nods and quickly jots down his information and Alfred’s information. If everyone is out on patrol then Alfred will be the only one available to get to Tim if something happens.

“Well it is now 7! So you can leave him here whenever” You crouch down and look Tim in the eye, “Are we gonna play tonight while daddy goes to work?”

Tim looks away from you and up at Jason, “Daddy?”

Jason slides out of the chair and gathers Tim up into his arms, nuzzle Tim’s downy soft hair, “Yeah buddy, daddy”

Tim throws his arms around Jason’s neck and squeezes gently, and then looks back at you. “Daddy come back?”

You smile, “Yeah, daddy will come get you after work”

Tim nods and takes your hand, waving at Jason, “Bye bye, daddy!”

You can see Jason’s eyes soften every time Tim calls him daddy, like he really didn’t expect to have earned that title, but you can see how much Jason adores this little boy. “Bye, Jason. I will see you tomorrow”

-

The first thing that you notice about Tim is that he is very smart, almost too smart for his own good. He doesn’t really like the pretend games that a lot of the children his age enjoy, but he does like to build things. He sticks close to you, preferring your company more than the other children, but when a little girl comes over and asks him to play superhero he finally begins to open up.

You watch as the children continue to play until about 9:00 PM, and then you gather them up and bring them to the sleeping room. Each child gets their own bed, and they each get tucked in by you. Tim is the last one to get tucked in, “’m not sleepy Y/N” he mumbles, his eyes already drooping

“That’s okay, sweetheart. Why don’t you lay here quietly then, you can just rest your eyes a little bit”

Tim nods quietly, and cuddles under the blankets. You smile fondly and lean down to gently give him a kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight, Timmy”

-

The first thing you notice when you walk back out into the play room is that there is a person shaped shadow in the corner. The shadow is small, most likely that of a child, but still it is not less shocking.

“Hello?”

It is the newest Robin who steps out of the shadow, “Hello, Y/N. It has been awhile”

You grin and walk over to the fridge, tossing Robin a grape juice box, “I was wondering when the Big Bad Bat would let you visit again”

Robin chuckles, sitting in the armchair beside yours and watching as you turn up the volume on the security feed for the sleeping room.

“He might stop by as well. It seems that you are in the care of a child that I consider a brother”

“Let me guess, Tim?”

“How did you …”

“You act like I haven’t known all of your secret identities for years now, little bird. I knew when Red Robin was changed into a toddler” you chuckle, “Although I was very surprised when Jason Todd, the Red Hood, came here looking for a daycare!”

Damian chuckled and removed his mask “I was quite pleased when Todd informed us of his choice in care facilities. Father was quite angry when he believed that Timothy was left alone in an apartment”

“Your father needs to learn to trust your brother more. He has become Timmy’s father, you should have seen the way he looked at Tim when he was called daddy for the first time”

“Your infatuation with the Red Hood is disgusting. You could do so much better than Todd” Damian sneered

You grin at Damian “You know that you love your brother, Dami. I also know that you would never approve of anyone that I chose, but that you would rather have me with someone you know, than a complete stranger”

Damian sighed, “Unfortunately you are correct in your assumption”

“You have a crush on the Red Hood?”

You whipped around, coming face to face with Jason Todd sans helmet, but he still had on his domino mask. “Umm …”

Jason grinned, “That’s really fucking convenient that you already know about everything”

You look suspiciously at the vigilante, “Why do you say that?”

“Because I was going to ask you on a date when I came to get Timmy I the morning” Jason scratches the back of his head nervously, “So, would you like to go on a date with me?”

You stare at him with wide eyes for a minute, “Y-yes, oh my God, yes!”

Jason grinned, “Awesome!”

At that moment Tim stumbled out of the sleeping room, rubbing one tiny fist against his eye, “Daddy?”

Jason walked over and scooped Tim into his arms, “Hey Timmy”

Tim nuzzled into Jason’s shoulder, “Missed you daddy”

“I missed you too, sweetheart” He tuned Tim so he could see more of the room, “Look, Dami came to visit you too”

“Dami?”

“Yes, Timothy, I came to check on your progress”

Tim just grinned excitedly, “Dami!” he squealed and lunged at the current Robin

Damian quickly stepped forward and scooped up the excited toddler. He began to bounce Tim gently, talking about how his father was still trying to find a cure for the de-aging spell that was cast over him.

Jason walked over so he was standing next to you, “In all honesty, I’m kind of hoping that they can’t find a cure. I mean if anyone deserves a second chance at growing up, it’s that kid”

You reach out and take Jason’s hand in yours, “You and me both, Jay, you and me both”

You continue to watch as Damian keeps talking to Tim, and Tim slowly relaxes and falls back asleep. Once he does Damian goes and puts the two year old back to bed, he is putting his domino back into place when he comes back out.

“Goodbye, Y/N, Todd”

“Bye Dami!”

Jason leans down and places a gently kiss to your forehead, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure you take care of my little boy”

You close your eyes and when you open them again they are gone.

Wait for Me - Jason Todd x Reader Part 3

(Part 1: x) (Part 2: x)

Watching the man with the red helmet, you couldn’t help but feel that you knew him. So naturally, you decided to tail him for a while. Moving silently behind him, you heard him mutter more about Nightwing. So he was a hero, then. And he knew Dick.

“He’s enjoying his goddamn dinner, and I’m out here, in the cold, doing his patrol. I have better things to do. I could be looking for her, but no, I’m stuck in this hellhole doing his job…” It was kind of amusing, actually, listening to the man’s frustrated venting. It reminded you of Jason’s rants whenever he had to do an extra patrol back in Gotham. You decided to talk to him, maybe you could learn about this friend of Nightwing.     

“Who are you looking for?” you asked. He froze, whipping around, pistols aimed at your chest. You put your hands up.     

“Easy there. Not going to hurt you, just an interested party. The name’s Ace,” you offered, eyes gleaming behind your mask. The man slowly put his guns back.     

“Red Hood, pleasure to make your acquaintance. Just don’t try to make a move, you’ll be dead before you hit the ground. If you were still wondering, I’m trying to find a friend I lost a long time ago. Anyways, Nightwing never mentioned an Ace. Have you ever met him?” You shook your head.     

“No. I keep to myself, and there’s plenty of crime to go around. I tend to stick to the shadows,” you state. The man nods.    

“Understandable. Anyways, I have places to be. Nice meeting you, Ace,” he said. You watched him walk away, hearing a police scanner play through your earpiece.     

“32nd and Kingston,” you called after Red Hood. He turned to face you.     “What?” he called back.    

“Bank robbery at 32nd and Kingston. Do what you will with that information,” you told him, stepping into the shadows. 

“Not gonna lie, we make a pretty kick-ass team, Ace,” Red Hood said, glancing down at the robbers who lay on the floor. You nod.    

“Hell yeah we do. Anyways, it’s almost three, which means Nightwing’s patrol time is almost done. You’re off the clock.”    

“If you’ve never met Nightwing, how do you know his schedule?” he questioned. You shrug.    

“Staying under someone’s radar requires knowing where not to be at certain times. Besides, no harm comes from letting him do his thing while I do mine somewhere else,” you answer.     

“Fair enough. Though sometimes he could use the help of someone who can fight like you,” Red Hood comments. “Do you have a number you wouldn’t mind sharing, Ace? If I ever need a teammate, I know who to call.” You contemplated it. If he’s covering on Dick’s date night, there’s a good chance he would know Bruce. Getting a call from Dick sometime in the future wouldn’t be unlikely either. Eventually, you came to the conclusion that you had stayed in the dark for too long anyways and wrote your number on the back of a business card in your pocket. You handed it to the Red Hood, who froze as he read it.    

“I know this handwriting,” he muttered. You internally swore. Red Hood turned to look at you, taking off his helmet. A red domino mask covered his eyes.     

“It’s you. You’re alive. You’re alive!” he mused, pulling you into his muscular arms. You didn’t resist, noticing that the hug you had been pulled into was one you had felt many times.     

“Wait. Jason?” you asked in disbelief. He nods, and you hug him back. “Oh, god. Jason… You were dead, and so was I, and…” Jason cut off your rambling.

“I love you too, Y/N. So damn much.” You suddenly remembered the letter you had written. You grinned.    

“It was me you were trying to find, wasn’t it?” you ask him. He nods again. Your smile widens, and Jason rests his forehead against yours.     

“I was waiting for you,” he whispers before your lips meet his in a kiss.

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Jason Todd x chubby! Reader

(Jason is 20 in this)

Being the girlfriend of the Red Hood had its perks of course. You were always “protected” in a sense, some people were just afraid to attack you and others worked for him and wouldn’t dare. That wasn’t to say you were well known you were still just any other civilian, no special powers and no vigilante personality. Just a 20 year old college student, taking your basic classes until you started the ones you needed for the field you wanted to study.

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anonymous asked:

Woahhhh your black steph hcs gave me life could you possibly do headcannons about a black girl dating one of the batboys cuz there's like none

O okay I’m answering this super late but hey ? Better late then never? I’m going with my main boi, Jtoddo B) sorry if this sucks bc I don’t usually write these types of things but it was fun writing outside of my comfort zone :0

♡ You probably meet Jason when moving into the apartment next to his. You don’t really talk to each other at first, it’s was more like Jason trying to introduce himself to you and you, speed walking into your apartment before he can get a word out. He seems really shady to you and you’re typical one to follow your gut. But after a while you see him around the apartment complex, helping old ladies up the stairs, babysitting little kids in building and help others with laundry. You both grew close and the rest was history.

♡ He loves your hair so much. If it’s out in a fro, he’ll touch it non-stop. He loves when it’s in twists, braids, or even relaxed. He just loves your hair

♡ Speaking of hair, he’ll help you wash your hair if you want. He’s really good at detangling too, he’s very gentle but still gets the job the down. He knows how tried your arms get from washing it, so If you teach him how to braid, he’ll do it.

♡ If someone calls you the n word on the streets, prepare for Jason to deck them. He goes to 0 to 100, he’s powered by his own anger bc how dare you call my s/o that??? How dare you call anyone that??? You have to pry Jason off the poor guy, Jason is a split second from throwing that fool into the dumpster. He gives the coward the side eye before taking your hand and walking home.

♡ You call him Boo.

♡ The way you found out that he was the Red Hood was pretty hilarious. He climbs through your window in the middle of patrol (He was checking on you, okay ?? The Joker was running and he got paranoid) and you, of course, thought he was burglar. So you pretty much try to deck Jason with a baseball bat at 2 in the morning while he tries to explain himself.

♡ You weren’t upset about him being the Red Hood, you were more upset that he woke you up at 2 am.

♡ Jason and You going to visit your grandma and your grandma loves him to bits.

♡ She sends you both back home with food up to your knees. Like she really likes this one.

♡ Asking Jason to teach you how to fight. At first he was pretty unsure about but after you almost decked him at 2 am, he was on board.

He thinks it’s cute when you wear your silk scarf to bed.

The Perfect Drug

“I come along but I don’t know where you’re taking me
I shouldn’t go but you’re wrenching dragging shaking me
Turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you the more I die

And I want you…

You are the perfect drug
The perfect drug…

You make me hard when i’m all soft inside
I see the truth when i’m all stupid-eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart

My blood just wants to say hello to you
My fear is warm to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
How very little bit is left of me…”

~by Nine Inch Nails

I AM SO LATE FOR THIS BUT THIS IS MY SCI-FI/ FANTASY, DAY 7 FOR TIMKON WEEEEEK!

And excuse me for rambling because this AU is like my “BABY.”

They call him “Red Robin” because of two reasons:
-He wears a scarlet hood that is seen as nothing but a streak of red through the night.
-They liken him to a Robin. Swift and the way he flutters about. Well, that’s what children who have “seen” him say.

He’s a very special kind of creature for two reasons:
-He has suppressed his ability to turn into a werewolf for the longest time due to being an experiment, a mere creation.
-He used to be part human and is able to withstand the bite of a vampire and not get killed. How? No one really knows.

I call this AU “Red Rain.” And yes, it’s based on the Red Rain Elseworlds. It’s a long and epic story and I can’t say everything about it.

But, one thing’s for sure… Kon is a weird kind of “Lycan” while Tim is a Slayer/ Hunter who hunts deadly, supernatural, or otherwordly creatures and he happens to be a vampire, too. Dick and Jason are both unsure who turned him into one. But, it’s either one of them.

They also call Tim “Little Red Riding Hood” because he was able to “tame” the wolf. Yes, Tim is Kon’s mate. And not a lot of underwordly, and supernatural creatures approve of it. at. all. But, their own family’s rules do not abide by such disapproval. No one can touch Bruce’s family and no one dares to. They have their own ways and they hold their laws with an iron grip.

Anyway… 
Tim was the one who actually trained Kon on how to control his abilities, at least learn how to fight, and put all that power to good use. They’ve known each other WAY before Tim was turned and before Kon even knew what he really was.

It just so happens, things decided to mess a lot stuff up and these two have to get through it together.

SORRY FOR RAMBLING. I hope you guys like this! I can’t express how much I love and cherish this AU and this is the first time I drew something colored and not doodly for it.

_(:3 JL)_
I dedicate this to everyone who celebrated TimKon week with meeee! Actually, and to everyone who was patient enough with me and getting through all my TimKon stuff. XD *Kisses* waste-cat, st00pz, wisiaden, and ladymangoberry who I know celebrated with me in her heart. TEEHEE. <3
AND kohivart WAIFU LOOK I FINALLY MADE A THING!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Phan Prompt dump 2.0

I found a couple long lost prompts in my notes

so like what if there’s this phanfic called little red ridinghood (or however you spell it). And everyone in the town city thing calls Phil that bc he always wears a red jumper with the hood up/he’s the most well known monster killer (what if he was a cyborg) So like Phil has to defeat monsters and things and rescue someone (dan) from a place, like the monster queen’s den or something

Dan can see everyone’s worst nightmare and fear floating above their head. What if person X’s is Phil being with Dan. What if Phil’s was person X being with dan. One day Dan and Phil go out to look at the sky but Dan can only focus on Phil’s fear changing every couple of seconds

What if Dan comes over to come finally meet Phil and then he can’t find Phil at the train station so he walks in the park and then he sees Phil and I asked why he didn’t come to the train station like you said and Phil says that he was scared and nervous about it and then they finally have a proper meet

What if Phil was from a community/city/town in the trees and Dan was from a community/city/town underground. Phil loves to look up at the stars, while Dan has never seen the sky or stars before

So like Dan always goes to a restaurant and the older bustboy is flirting with him and winking and looking at him with love eyes

Of all the bats Alfred liked the novelty of taking care of a sick Jason Todd the most, as he’s the only bat that doesn’t loose his appetite when he’s sick. Alfred likes to watch him almost bonelessly shoveling food into his mouth when he’s tucked in nice and snug. Bruce thinks it’s adorable, this is when he started calling him a ‘good soldier’. 

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anonymous asked:

#15 jaytim pls *v*

<A kiss because I have literally been watching you all night and I can’t take anymore>

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There’s a dog in the cave.

A puppy, more like. It’s small, with sleek, dark brown fur, and it’s been watching Jason since he walked in two hours ago. It’s laying by the staircase, the perfect vantage point to keep an eye on everything going on in the cave. Jason’s never seen a dog around, one that isn’t Titus, and he’s pretty sure he would know if someone in the family had brought one home. He doesn’t know how it got here, or why, but there doesn’t seem to be any danger.

It’s also cute as fuck, so Jason has been staring at it right back. He tried to get some work done, but it’s hard when such an adorable creature is nearby. So distracting. It’s practically begging for attention (if staying perfectly still and looking a bit wary can be considered begging), unlike the boring stuff Jason is doing.

“That’s it,” Jason says, pushing himself back from the keyboard. Case notes can wait. “I can’t take it anymore. You’re getting pet.”

The dog sits up straight, ears swiveling forward and staying there, all of its attention right on Jason as he stands up and starts to walk over. He approaches carefully, holding out a hand for the dog to smell.

It doesn’t move for a long minute, then it slowly juts its snout forward to get a sniff. There’s no growling or barking or running away, so Jason figures it’s okay to take a step closer and go for pets. The dog seems to tolerate Jason’s hand on its back, neither leaning in to it, nor protesting. After a while Jason notices its tail will wag once, twice, before the dog realises it’s happening and stops.

Jason decides to make a bold move and pick up the dog, which earns a small surprised yelp and some squirming, but once it gets comfortable against Jason’s chest, it calms down.

“You’re so cute,” Jason tells the dog as he scratches behind its ears, and this time the tail wags freely. It’s progress, and Jason smiles. He’s always had a way with animals.

Five minutes later he’s snuggling the dog tightly, planting kisses all over its face, and cooing in soft tones about how precious it is. He gets licked on the nose.

“Oh, how freaking sweet,” someone says, and Jason turns around to find Dick standing there in old sweats and holding his everybody loves dick mug in one hand, his phone in the other. He’s smiling wide and taking pictures. Or video, maybe.

“He is sweet,” Jason tells Dick and the camera.

Dick laughs.

The dog wiggles, trying to get away, and Jason frowns. “What happened? We were having such a nice time.”

“Were you now?” Jason doesn’t like Dick’s tone, and doesn’t know why him holding a dog is worthy of it or the pictures.

He sets the dog down on the floor and, much to his dismay, it runs away to hide under the batmobile. He turns his frown on Dick. “What did you do? It loved me before you walked in.”

“I’m sure he did,” Dick hums. He puts away his phone and walks toward the stairs to leave with a wave. “Bye, Jason. Zatanna will be here soon, Tim,” he calls.

The dog barks.