He would have done it under a fake ID, but he kinda wanted the success of having a Masters in English attached to the name he grew up with.
It's going pretty great, actually! He's making friends, gets to punch random paparazzi's in the face, and learning has always been fun for him.
But one of his college friends, Danny Fenton, is...weirdly obsessed with Wayne Manor?
Jason gets it, he does, the Manor is huge and of course the guy would want to see it as often as he could.
Then he starts to realize that Danny is strangely attentive to Bruce.
Like, actually flirting with Bruce.
Oh no his college friend, who is his age, is flirting with Bruce so hard it's making Bruce blush.
OR; Danny thinks Bruce is hot, and that the outraged faces of the man's children as Danny flirts with him are hilarious. Also Jason started it by trying to flirt with Danny's mom when he met Danny.
If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
i know its the mets, but this is the coolest shit i’ve ever seen a human being do
Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide.
oh god what did i do
IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT
reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
REMEMBER THAT POST WITH CINDERELLA WHERE HER DRESS CHANGES TO THE COLOR OF YOUR BLOG?
THIS ONE DOES IT TOO!!
I found a bunch more!!
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Story was just posted to Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, and AO3 yesterday!
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@boohoobeach you asked to be tagged if someone wrote about this prompt
Ghosts are, apparently, not sentient in the eyes of the government.
Ghosts are, apparently, actively hunted by the government.
His new buddy Phantom, who helped him fight off Metallo, is actually a legitimate ghosts, and now there's a lot of weapons pointed at him.
Jon, unable to really see straight anymore, maybe, perhaps, just a little bit, panics.
"You can't shoot him, he's my pet!"
The GIW agents freeze.
"He's your what?"
"I'm your fucking what?"
Jon needs to stop talking.
Jon does not stop talking.
".....Pet. Pet's don't have to be...be sentient. Like rocks. Pet rocks."
Everyone is staring at him. He needs to clarify that he's bad at coming up with excuses and tell Phantom to run.
Instead, his concussed brain makes him reach out a hand and grab Phantom's sleeve.
"Mine. No takey."
Phantom has gone from looking outraged to concerned.
"You can't-!"
"No, no, it's true. Also; we're late for walkies." Phantom says, giving a nervous fake laugh as he moves closer and holds Jon up. This is a good thing, because Jon isn't too sure he should be standing anymore.
"But pet rocks don't need to be taken for walks?" One of the agents asks, bewildered.
"No, moron, it was an example." Another agent snaps, thumb blurring as he scrolls through his phone.
"Can a ghost go for a walk, or does it just float? Like a balloon." A third wonders, gun lowering.
Phantom takes advantage of their confusion and hoists Jon in the air and through multiple buildings, making them intangible.
Jon stops paying attention after the fifth one.
He decides to take a short little nap instead.