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Part three of Jon and the Wayne’s! This time with Jason.

“Hello other murder hobo kind of adopted brother.”

Jason looked up at Jon, a kindly offended and a little weirded out expression on his face.

“I don’t know that I ever consented to this.”

Jon looked up at him blankly, not faltering.

“I didn’t know you had a choice in the matter.”

Jason paused, and nodded.

“That’s actually incredibly fair considering my track record.” He mused.

“How can I help?”

Jon looked blankly at him, before sighing.

“Can I have 20 bucks to go get FroYo?”

“Sounds like a lot for FroYo.”

“I like FroYo.”

“Why aren’t you asking Bruce?”

“I did.”

“And what did he say?”

“No.”

“So then why are you asking me?”

Jon scoffed at Jason’s questions? Crossing his arms and leaning on his back foot.

“Because he’s not the boss of you.”

Jason inhaled very deep into his nose before letting it out ate starting at the floor, slowing looking up and Jon and taking to himself.

“Oookay it’s a trap, it’s a trap, you know it’s a trapped, you’ve trained for this, calm down-“

“You said he was a depressed caffeine addicted little bitch.” Jon said, raising an eyebrow and adjusting his beanie.

Jason, looking back at the boy and shifting on his feet said, rather loudly.

“That doesn’t reflect my beliefs, actually!”

“You’re sweating.” Jon said, fighting the little smirk off his face.

“No I’m just dying, it’s been happening for a while actually.” Jason hugged back, tugging on his collar while glaring down at the boy.

“Isn’t that so sad? Lest talk about that for a while.” He added, trying to veer the conversation off its plotted course.

Jon swigged, playing all off and glancing away.

“I mean, look, I get why you’d be scared of Bat-dad.” He said, baiting Jason.

Jason fell hook line and sinker.

“I AM NOT-“ Jason started but was cut off by a clattering of metal in the distance. He froze, before leaning closer to Jon and hissing.

“I am not scared of him.”

Jon knew he had him.

“Really? Because I heard he could kick your ass. Even when you were fully red-hood.”

Jason shit up and said loudly.

“Well he is entitled to his-“

He hissed this park:

“Very wrong.”

Before being all loud again.

“Opinions!”

Jon tilted his head.

“So he couldn’t take you in your heyday?”

Jason glared at him.

“I resent that wording and I could take him right now and I wouldn’t need a gun to do it.”

Jon acted interested and looked at Jason, putting on his best innocent curious face.

“What would you need?”

Jason fell again, much to Jon’s delight, and replied.

“Katey Perry playlist, a surround sound-system, and a crowbar.”

Jon put on his best shocked face and turned his tone lighter.

“Really? It’s that easy?”

Jason smirked and leaned down.

“Like a cat in the fucking bathtub.”

“But, I mean, if he’s so easily bodied by you, why would you fear saying yes? Why wouldn’t you contradict him on the FroYo thing?”

Jason considered it and looked both ways. Knowing his reputation was on the line he pulled a twenty out of his vest and held it out to Jon.

“Here you go, young Kent.”

“Thank you.” Jon said sweetly, about to walk away before turning on his heel.

“Oh, I forgot one thing. Thank you, and, WE GOT ‘IM!”

Bruce, who was standing behind Jason, placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down to whisper.

“What was that about Katey Perry?”

“.   .   .   AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH”

this is the part before this:

part after:

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@klance-one-standing

here you go, sorry it took so long. But here’s another job-batfam. We get a look at Jon and his mental state in this one.

part two:

please comment what you think!

(Jon is 17.)

(Damian is 17.)

This is my au, if you wanna know more I can start posting on my blog. It’s just for fun, we have stoner Jon and Bruce, who isn’t as preachy with Jon as he is with his kids. Enjoy.

“Wipe that smile off your face Jon I know what you did.”

Jon whipped around, facing Bruce. He had been raised in Gotham for the past few years because Clark wanted him to have real world experience…. Yeah. And now we’re here.

“Ok, first of all bad energy. Second, happiness is a mental condition you sorely need asshole. Third, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Bruce glowers.

“You know exactly what I’m taking about.”

“Sir, with all due respect. I am a model student with a vague backstory like most of the people on the lower rungs of Gotham’s popularity poles.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at gone through his eyelashes.

“I know about the weed business.”

Jon’s eyes widen before he schooled himself.

“Rumour?”

“4K.”

“Dammit!”

Bruce glared.

“You really thought you could deal in my city-“ He started, before Jon cut him off.

“I’m very much repenting Mr Wayne-“

“And not cut me in?”

Jon jolted out of whatever he was about to say, his head snapping in Bruce’s direction.

“…..oh. Wow.” He said, pausing and looking away for a second before looking back to Bruce.

“Is this entrapment?”

Bruce ignored his question and started again.

“You know there is only one woman I’ve ever loved?”

“My dad?”

“No- Clark? Fucking idiot.” He punched his brow. “I’m taking about Mary Jane.”

“Is that Mrs Kyle’s first name?” Jon asked, knowing the two were friend and it’d rule Bruce up.

Selina, who was raiding the fridge after breaking in, turned and said.

“It is now!”

“No!” Bruce yelled back, getting thoroughly annoyed.

“I’m talking about dank, Jonathan. Reefer.”

“Are we still talking about the same drug?”

“Ok here’s the score, you little dumbass. You work for me now.” Bruce said, rolling his eyes.

“For you?”

“I’ve been running the grass business up here for a while now, you think it’s easy running after you little super saiyan Rugrats? Gordon’s up to his head in gummies.”

Jon blinked at him, before responding.

“I am really struggling to wrap my head around this Mr B.”

Bruce scoffed. “Just look at my eyes Jonathan. you think I take Vaisene for fun?”

“No, there red because your up all the time.” 

Jonathan respinded, before comming to the sudden realisation.

Bruce nodded his head pointedly, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh my god, really?”

“They’re playing checkers Jonathan, you gotta play chess.”

Jon stared at the older man, who Clark trusted him with for three years. 

“Jesus.”

“I’m thinking an 80-20 split.” Bruce said, turning from Jon.

“You sell to Damian and they’ll never find your body.”

“Yeah that tracks.”

Part two of Jonathan and the Wayne’s!

Dick rushed into the room, slamming open the door and startling a Jon who was about to try fix his fan. Hon knew there was no superpowers in the house so he had gotten a ladder and was holding rope attached to said ladder to steady himself. 

When dick burst in he promptly fell off the ladder hitting his head on the bed. Probably damaging the bed more than he did himself.

“Ah- you idiot, what is it dickhead?”

Dick, who still looked panicked, flung out his hand and held Jon’s shoulder.

“No jonathan! Don’t do it!”

Jon paused, mind blanking.

“Ok.” He said, tilting his head.

“Do what?”

“I got your text message!” Dick gasped out, trying to catch his breath.

“ ‘thanks for everything?!?!’ “

“Yes.” Jon said, not getting the point.

“I just felt like thanking you. For, well, everything.” He shrugged.

“Wait so you’re good?” Dick paused.

“Yes, why?”

“Well I might have misinterpreted your actions-“ dick started before Tim burst in.

“Take him down, semper fi!”

“Agh-“

Dick clasped his hands in his lap and looked to the sideways nervously.

“And told the family group chat .”

“Live Jonathan!” Tim yelled, doing some real shitty cpr onto the hybrids chest.

“Live! Jonathan, you are loved!”

“Why does ‘love’ feel like fucking kryptonite?” Jon said, voice warbling as he was thrust back and forth.

Dick grabbed his shoulders pulling Tim back.

“No, timcicle, it’s fine, he’s good.” Dick sighed, as Tim got off a heaving Jon who rolled to his side and onto his arms. Pushing himself up.

Tim, looked over at dick, offended. Then back to Jonathan.

“You mean I touched him for nothing? Give me five dollars.”

Jon paused, an annoyed expression flitting his face before he handed it over.

“Here.”

Tim grabbed it, despite being stinking rich clutching it like it was a comfort.

“Capitalism had softened the blow.”

Stephanie burst in next, holding some of Alfred’s cookies, looking genuinely worried. Shoving the other two men past she thrust the jar in Jonathan’s face.

“Here, comfort foods! Your ok!”

“Wha- so many baked goods?” Jon said, tilting his head.

Cassandra who was standing at the door yelled.

“It’s not working! Somebody ruin his dad’s day! The petty revenge will make him feel better!”

“No guys, it’s ok!” Dick yelled, looking around.

“No it’s not, dick!” Stephanie gasped, looking at Jon.

“lol at him! He looks terrible!”

“But this is not of my better days?” Jon whispers to himself.

Damian walked into the room, already talking before surveying the carnage.

“Jonathan, I have revived a disturbing text message so I am willing to let you-“ he said before stoping and seeing his siblings.

“We’ll come back to this later.” Damian said abruptly thinking of something else he could do instead of his planned thought.

Jonathan looked at Damian, trying o adjust his yellow beanie.

“I’m confused on what’s happening- ow! Why’d you slap me?” He asked, looking up at Damian.

Damian was gonna offer him a hug, but his siblings were here. So no affection must be showed.

“Because you tried to hurt me cr- friend.”

“What? But I’m your friend- I’m your friend?”

Jon said the last part looking at Damian with hopeful eyes. 

“It was a false alarm Damian.”

“Oh.” Damian turned back to Jon.

“Go fuck your self then, never mind.”

He said, about to walk out.

“Ignore that.” Dick said, shooting Damian a look. “We’re happy you’re ok Jonathan.”

“Thanks but,” Jon started, looking up.

“Am I really so fragile that you think even the slightest provocation will send me hurtling into taking my own life?”

“Considering the circumstances of how you came to live with us, yes.”

Jon paused, then frowned.

“Oh.” He said softly, then Damian yanked his beanie down.

“Hey!”

“That’s for making my friend sad!”

“This cycle is vicious!”

part one: Jon the weed dealer.

Part three: stinging Jason todd

What if the justice leuge broke up due to a clash? And when dark side attacked, the only member who came was Bruce.

(Rät by Penelope Scot, read at discretion, enjoy.)

“Your… the only one who came?” Darkside said, starring at the man.

“You all can barely defeat me together. And you expect to survive alone?”

Bruce stared back at him. He was tired. Just tired. He’s been trying to keep everything together, keeping the world safe, dealing with his kids, and with the absolute mess that’s been left behind. 

“No. But I’m the last chance they got.”

The villains brow furrowed as he looked down at the other.  This… wasn’t what he expected. But, he could humour the human.

“Last chance, hmm? Tell me, why are they worth saving?”

That threw Bruce a pause. He finally met the gods gaze, with a questioning one of his own.

“I’ve grown up here. This is my home. I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God.” Bruce started. His voice pained and stoicism behind the mask crumbing.

“They made technology, high quality.

And complex, physiological, experiments and sacrilege in the name of ‘public good’s.

It taught me everything, just like a parent should.”

The villain listened, and waited. He hadent heard a cultish speak like this before. He had half a mind to just take the human then demand the others come to his rescue. But humans were allways fun to work up. He could let this one work himself up. It’d make him esiar to take prisoner.

“Mmm. go on.”

Bruce wasn’t even thinking at the moment. He’d been up and down with barely any sleep for the past week, trying to run the justice leuge alone. Which shouldn’t be bad since he was the only one who stayed, but was just that her because everyone had gone back to their own place. Heros were at an a time minimum and he had stepped up because of some damn complex. He wasn’t even able to take care of Gotham anymore, he left Dick and Jason with that.

“And it was beautiful, and vulnerable. Gave us power and success. God damn, I fell for it, the fame and words, their tunnels and tech. I studied hard, because I wanted to do one thing great, or two. And the real tragedy? half of it is true.” Bruce said getting more and more worked up. He was done trying to be strong. He was just gonna vent to someone, then leave and have a nap. Seemed the best option right now.

“But we’re all so fuckin' mean, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church. And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth. I bit the apple 'cause I loved it, and why would they lie?

And then I realized it’s all just as naïve as I am.”

Bruce took a breath before continuing, tears brimming despite himself.

“Well, I don't want to eat the rich, I'd have to eat my heroes first.

And my tuition's paid by blood, I might deserve earths fate or worse.

But I don't need that goddamn money, I don't need jack shit, that’s true. So when I speak, you bet your life my words are trues.

Let me level with you, man, as someone guilty of the game, I took the help, I took the cash, I would've taken his last name.

So if any guy on Earth should get to make a call about this, It should be me, and as I see it, life’s a dick.”

Ivy: Hey, bat-brats! Which one of you do you think is Batman's favorite child? I want an answer.

Batman (hanging upside down, tied up with a vine whip): They know I have no favorites. You’re a weed for asking them that. None of you have to answer her ridiculous question.

Nightwing: He's right… Because it's obviously me who he favors the most.

Red Robin (shaking his head): Oh, Nightwing… No.

Robin (prideful): It's obviously me! Nightwing, humble yourself.

Red Robin: I figured you’d believe that. I'm his favorite child, I took care of him when he was more depressed than usual.

Batman: I wasn't that depressed.

Red Hood (walking over to a hot dog stand): It’s cute you think that, third child.

Red Robin (insulted): What’s that supposed to mean?

Red Hood: Nightwing is the oldest, Robin is the baby, I am the black sheep middle child, and you were the one born by accident because your parents forgot to wrap it up.

Robin: Exactly.

Red Robin: That’s not true! Robin was literally conceived because Batman used a bad condom!

Batman: You didn’t hear that, Ivy.

Ivy: Oh yes, I did.

Red Robin: You’re the fourth child, Robin, that he had at his geriatric age!

Batman: You don’t have to insult me; having kids at that age isn’t old!

Ivy: How old are you?

Batman: Harlot, how old are you?

Ivy shrugged enjoying the the bat-kids continued arguing.

Robin: Oh yeah well... you're short!

Red Robin: You're short!

Robin: Cause I'm a kid! you're an adult and short! I can grow!

Red Robin: There's no guarantee of that and either way I'd still be his favorite!

Robin (jumping up and down): LIES! ALL LIES!

Nightwing walked closer to Ivy with a grin.

Nightwing: I'm his favorite, though. Because I was the cutest, the first one, and he chose to have me.

Ivy (pinching Nightwing's cheek): You’re my favorite at least.

Batman: Stop touching my son! And just because I say that doesn’t mean he’s my favorite!

Red Hood (walking past the group holding a hot dog): I’m guessing it’s not me.

Batman: Well… I mean, I do care about you a lot, Red Hood. If you died again by the hands of any villains here, I’d lose control of myself again, so you know… yeah.

Ivy (smirking): Look at that! Hey, Hood, looks like you're the favorite child!

Red Hood: What?

Red Robin and Robin (the oldest having the other in a headlock): What?!

Nightwing: Papa, why?

Batman: I didn’t even say he was! I have no favorites; you’re all favorites! I love all of you- and that’s not what I wanted to say either.

Ivy sighed happily, snapping her fingers to cause the vines to release Batman, dropping him to the ground.

Ivy (holding out her hands for the cuffs): Petty revenge is enough for me. You can arrest me.

Nightwing chuckled, escorting Ivy away as Batman stood up, his face flushed. He walked off, his cape flapping, while his other sons ran after him.

Robin: You love us all, just say that!

Batman: No.

Red Robin: Say we’re all your favorites again!

Batman: No.

Red Hood: I knew you loved me!

Batman: Shut up!

Justice League Meeting

Superman: where’s Batman? The meeting was supposed to start 20 minutes ago.

Wonderwoman: could he be in danger?

Green Arrow: someone maybe should call him BEFORE we go into defcon 1

Superman: [calls the bat-line]

Oracle: [answers] this is O. How can I help?

Superman: Hi Oracle. Batman was supposed to be at the tower 20 minutes ago. Do you know where he is?

Oracle: let me check… yeah, he’s at the cave, I can connect you to the security cameras?

Superman: Please.

Oracle: ok.

-The batcave shows up on screen, Bruce and some of the kids present-

Batman: [Mid sentence] -OUTRAGEOUS STUNT!!

Damian: [scowling, arms crossed] -tt-

Batman: Do NOT scoff at me, young man!

Jason: [snorts]

Batman: Are you Laughing?! This is reckless even by YOUR standards Jason!

Jason: yeah… but you said-

Batman: [menacing] What?!

Jason: [looks at Dick and mimes “young man”]

Batman: Don’t look at-

Dick: [loudly and jovially] THERE’S NO NEED TO FEEL DOWN

Batman: Wh-

Steph: I said YOUNG MAN [spins to point at Tim]

Tim: [Fingerguns at Steph] Pick yourself off the ground!

Batman: [floundering] En-

Dick: I said YOUNG MAN

Jason: ‘Cause you’re in a new town!

Duke: [from the locker rooms] There’s no need to be unhappy!

Batman: [to Duke] You’re not even in trouble!

Steph and Tim: YOUNG MAN there’s a place you can go!

Dick: [throws an arm around Jason’s shoulders] I said YOUNG MAN! When you’re short on your dough!

Jason: You can STAY THERE!

Batman: That’s EN-

Dick and Jason: [turn to Damian, grinning expectantly] and I’m sure you will find-!!

Damian: [glaring and without enthusiasm] …many ways to have a good time.

Batman: Don’t-

All the batkids: [chorusing] It’s fun to stay at the B-A-T CAVE

Batman: [finally loses it] WHY???!!

-

Superman: …

Green Arrow: …well someone has to say it.

The Flash: That he should get an award for parenting that lot?

Green Arrow: that clearly inherited behaviour has nothing to do with genetics. I grew up with Bruce Wayne; he deserves every second of this

happy deathday to my baby boy😢sorry I'm late again.

part two!!!:

the pendent left behind.

The monotone voice reading the will grated on Jason’s nerves. It didn’t help that he heard everything eles that was going on. Dick was crying silently, trying not to bring attention to himself. Tim was just stareing at the floor. Cass had her face burried in Stephanies shoulder. Damian was just huddled up against Alfred’s side and duke was standing against the couch.

The man took them to the room and started handing out possessions that Bruce had specifically left behind. Alfred got the property, dick got the Batman things, Tim got the company, Cassandra Stephanie and duke spilt vigilante equipment and each got varying degrees of money. Damian would stay with Alfred and the property would transfer into his name when he turned 19. 

Jason didn’t think he’d get anything. He was informed that he would get the book collection, and a storage unit. Why would the Batman need a storage unit?

After dumping the last of the books into his condo he looked back at the key. It belonged to a storage unit downtown, apparently it hadent been used in years.

He had been putting off actually going to check the place out, but it was on his patrol route. And he really should check if it’s worth dumping half of the books there so he could breathe again.

The ride downtown was one full of conflicting thoughts. He wasn’t sure what he thought of Bruce anymore. He loved him. He hated him. He was indifferent and he cared oh so very much. But Bruce was dead. Not dead to anyone though. His hand tightens on the handle, steering into the storage lockers and parking.

He walked through the many lockers, wondering what lives the people owned them lived.

Were they happy? Sad? Was their life perfect? Or just as fucked at his. It helped to think about it, made him feel like the cards he was delt were less personal. Not meant just for him.

He sighed as he got to the locker. It was just number four. Why was it that number? No idea. He didn’t even know why Bruce had a storage locker. The key clicked in the lock and he pulled the door up to reveal-

……

What.

What Jason saw was a small brown box in the middle of the floor. Nothing eles. Just a small, brown, cardboard box. He scoffed and walked over to it, kneeling down.

Was Bruce fucking with him? Was this some sort of joke?

He picked up the box, it wasn’t heavy. Money Mabye? That would be sweet. He shook it and heard something clacking around in there. Not money. Great. Fuck you to Bruce.

He opens the cardboard box and pulled out the paper that was over it, leaving it to fall to the floor. Inside the box was a pendent. It was a teardrop pendent, made of White Jade. The chain was simple silver. He grabbed it by the chain and held it up to the light. This could sell for quite a bit. He went to touch the actual pendent. As his hand wrapped around the actual hen a bolt of electricity went through his palm and his body jolted, before his eyes dropped and he fell back, hand clasped around the pendent. He swore he could see flashes of gold through the slit of his eye, and once the fell closed he heard some one say something.

“New- 7!?@$ relation cho-£#*€.l” as it cut in and out of white noise, before he fell unconscious. He jolted awake in his appartment on his couch. All drowsy and sluggish, he coughed and went to go pour himself a drink. 

Things slowly came back to him, wasn’t he at the storage unit? That was strange. Did he ride home? Did he imagine it? He grabbed his head as it throbbed, taking a long swig off his drink turning around. He went to the couch again, to sit and think, before he dropped his glass.

He looked down on the couch, where the pendent lay. That was weird. He picked it up again cautiously, ignored h the glass on the carpet. He ran his fingers over it, and sighed. He threw the pendent to the carpet and ignored it. This was too much for him.

And that’s where the pendent lay for days. On the carpet, amongst the piles of books. Jason did go through them, picking and choosing which ones he wanted to keep in his flat, which ones he wanted to send to storage. And the ones he very much wanted to sell. Only once he had cleared most out and was suiting up for his job, did he see the sheen of the white jade again. He was putting his gloves on when he walked past it.

He stared at it for the moment, before picking it up. It reminded him of his dad a little. Strange, confusing, scared him. But gave him a weird sense of power. He took a second , before clicking it around his neck and fastens it. There was some reason Bruce left him it. Even if it was fucking stupid.

He went about his normal buissness, before he ran into a something gone wrong in down an alley. He got in the middle of it, before a gun was pulled on him. He didn’t notice the pendent flashing under his jacket. He cursed, stepping back, before saying.

“These fuckers, just because Batman isn’t here dosent mean you won’t get served justice-“ before he could finish the pendent floated up and went gold, seeming to scan the men. Before turning red and flashing. Jason had to close his eyes, it went so fucking white. But when he opens them he nearly jumped out of his skin.

His clothes had gone white. Along with his hair fully turning white. There were gold trims on the clothes, and his gun had turned to a crossbow. He made a noise and the other people just stood there stunned. He looked at the pendent, wondering what the fuck was happening, when he heard a voice behind.

“Well?”

Jason whipped around and stared at the other person. He looked 12, which would’ve been stranger if he wasn’t wearing white robes, with gold trim and accents. He had a white ribbion with gold decal on it as a blindfold around his eyes, and he was sporting an undercut with pale skin.

“Get on with it.” He said, sounding annoyed. It broke the whole divine illusion.

“Get on with- with what- wait what’s happening?”

The boy scoffed, gesturing to the pendent with an off hand.

“It went red when you talked about justice. It’s red. It’s said they don’t pass. You kill them now.”

Part two! The pendent left behind.

“Excuse me?” Jason said back, a bit disbelieving. 

“What? It’s simple.” The boy said back, crossing his arms with a huff. He looked at the taller man and pointed to the crossbow.

“Just shoot it already.”

“Excuse you, no one tells me what to kill. Or when. Not some child, not some pice of jewellery, no one.” Jason said back, thrusting the arm with a crossbow out as he spoke. Unfortunately, the wepon fired shooting one of the men in the head. The child hummed.

“No one. Wow, that lasted about five seconds. You gonna finish the job, misfire?”

He sassed back, crossing his arms and looking up at Jason. Jason glared at the child.

“Don’t call me that- and I guess I have to now huh? Brat.” Jason took care of the other three guys, before glaring down at the child still looking at him.

“So how do I fix this?” He asked, gesturing to the face that he looked like a divine being. 

“Just said you’ve dealt with it.”

“What?”

“Idiot. Tell the pendent you’ve delt with it.”

“That’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Brat-“

“Just deal with it!”

“….fine.” 

Jason did do as the child said, even if he felt more then a little stupid. When he did it flashed again and the pendent settled against his chest. He tore it off, much to the child’s amusement.

“You can’t do that.” 

Jason glared at the child.

“Yeah? Watch me.” He said, reeling back and throwing the pendent far away as he could. He heard the pendent clutter and a smashing noise as it fell down the drain. The child laughed at him, putting his hand on his mouth.

“Oh- oh your a riot.” He grinned.

“What are you laughing at? I threw the stupid thing away.”

“Oh, yeah. Check yourself.”

Jason stared at the child with a glare, looking down and seeing the pendent again. He nearly jumped out of his skin. 

“The fuck?-“

“It’s chosen you. The last person with it left it to you, you can’t get rid of it. Least not for a couple of years.”

Jason cursed, looking at it. This was bullshit, he didn’t ask for this! Wait-

“But my da- nevermind.” Bruce had given it to him. Did Bruce know what it was? He had to have. But- then he’d have to talk about Bruce. And he didn’t want to acknowledge him. Or his death. And that slip up… Bruce. Not dad. 

He refused to acknowledge the small child as he walked home, ending patrol early. The child followed him, seemingly unbothered. He just kept talking about nothing at all, Jason getting more and more ticked off.

“Can you just fuck off, kid?” 

The child smiled up at him, enjoying himself.

“Nope!”

“Why?”

“Attached to the pendent. Your stuck with me, misfire.”

part one

"we don't have girl talk, we have creature talk," my roommate Julia just said while rolling on the floor, "put that on your fucking tumblr, they'll love that shit"

I promise I didn't disappear, I just don't have any impulse control and started several at once again haha

Dick Grayson: Everything the night touches….but what about that sunny place?

Bruce Wayne: Metropolis is beyond our borders. You must never go there, Dick.

Guys I updated this playlist if anyone cares

Go daydream go crazy

(Jon is 17.)

(Damian is 17.)

This is my au, if you wanna know more I can start posting on my blog. It’s just for fun, we have stoner Jon and Bruce, who isn’t as preachy with Jon as he is with his kids. Enjoy.

“Wipe that smile off your face Jon I know what you did.”

Jon whipped around, facing Bruce. He had been raised in Gotham for the past few years because Clark wanted him to have real world experience…. Yeah. And now we’re here.

“Ok, first of all bad energy. Second, happiness is a mental condition you sorely need asshole. Third, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Bruce glowers.

“You know exactly what I’m taking about.”

“Sir, with all due respect. I am a model student with a vague backstory like most of the people on the lower rungs of Gotham’s popularity poles.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at gone through his eyelashes.

“I know about the weed business.”

Jon’s eyes widen before he schooled himself.

“Rumour?”

“4K.”

“Dammit!”

Bruce glared.

“You really thought you could deal in my city-“ He started, before Jon cut him off.

“I’m very much repenting Mr Wayne-“

“And not cut me in?”

Jon jolted out of whatever he was about to say, his head snapping in Bruce’s direction.

“…..oh. Wow.” He said, pausing and looking away for a second before looking back to Bruce.

“Is this entrapment?”

Bruce ignored his question and started again.

“You know there is only one woman I’ve ever loved?”

“My dad?”

“No- Clark? Fucking idiot.” He punched his brow. “I’m taking about Mary Jane.”

“Is that Mrs Kyle’s first name?” Jon asked, knowing the two were friend and it’d rule Bruce up.

Selina, who was raiding the fridge after breaking in, turned and said.

“It is now!”

“No!” Bruce yelled back, getting thoroughly annoyed.

“I’m talking about dank, Jonathan. Reefer.”

“Are we still talking about the same drug?”

“Ok here’s the score, you little dumbass. You work for me now.” Bruce said, rolling his eyes.

“For you?”

“I’ve been running the grass business up here for a while now, you think it’s easy running after you little super saiyan Rugrats? Gordon’s up to his head in gummies.”

Jon blinked at him, before responding.

“I am really struggling to wrap my head around this Mr B.”

Bruce scoffed. “Just look at my eyes Jonathan. you think I take Vaisene for fun?”

“No, there red because your up all the time.” 

Jonathan respinded, before comming to the sudden realisation.

Bruce nodded his head pointedly, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh my god, really?”

“They’re playing checkers Jonathan, you gotta play chess.”

Jon stared at the older man, who Clark trusted him with for three years. 

“Jesus.”

“I’m thinking an 80-20 split.” Bruce said, turning from Jon.

“You sell to Damian and they’ll never find your body.”

“Yeah that tracks.”

some jason studies based on a mads mikkelsen photoshoot

lol

i decided to up the goals for the others u guys got them too quickly :p

Jason expected the Spanish inquisition till he died

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

i promised you 🦋

(crossposting from x, bsky, & ig)

here are all the plushie links I can find, here:

Full bat fan plush:

Batman

Amazon.com.au : Stuffed & Plush Animals

Nightwing

10cm DC Batman Dick Grayson Robin Nightwing Cosplay Plush Doll Toy Pendant Gift | eBay

Red hood  

PRESALE!!! Arkham Knight Jason Todd SUITE ONLY - Etsy Australia

Red robin

Batboys / Superfamily / Batfam / Batfamily DC Hero Plush Keychain - Etsy Australia

Damian Wayne 

Amigurumi of the Men in the Batfamily - Etsy Australia

Duke Thomas

Amigurumi of the Men in the Batfamily - Etsy Australia

Stephanie brown

Stephanie Brown | Spoiler | Robin | Batgirl - Amigurumi - Etsy Australia

Cassandra 

Cassandra Cain as Batgirl - Amigurumi - Etsy Australia

Barbra Gordon 

DC Comics Justice League Batgirl Barbara Gordon Small Plush 8" Tall NEW | eBay

Alfred 

Alfred Pennyworth Plush by LilliamSlasher on DeviantArtDeviantArt

poor Sevika's been embarrassed ever since, yet still stuck around😔✊

was suddenly moved to draw a toony sort of character design .. but this is a bit too close to 2013 tumblr sexyman for my own comfort

We should be fine as long as we do not reblog bread.

Anti anxiety.

their fate is up to you now 🫣🫵

Intruder

I had an idea:

what if Bruce could’ve saved Jason.

I was watching arcane and jinx was nearly brought back from death with shimmer or smth.

what if Bruce had like, had that happen when he was a teen, au thingys, but when he held a dying Jason in his arms he got out the shimmer but decided, like him, death would be better then subkecting him to that.

but Jason finds footage of Smyth of Batman bringing out an unknown needle of Smyth over his dying body once he’s back to life, and Jason thinks Batman chose not to save him instead.

developing the hate, because Bruce made the decision not to inflic that trauma for a low chance of survival. But Jason didn’t know what it was, he saw it as Bruce chosing if he was worth saving or not.

and he thinks Bruce chose that he wasn’t worth saving.

if it’s an au people think about I can do it?

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