thatsochangeablechick: like i know there’s this post going around of Jason calling Bruce ‘dad’ sarcastically and getting freaked about it, but i want you to consider
jason calls bruce ‘dad’ and b is visibly moved, gruff voice shaky, sheen of tears behind lenses and all that, as he tries to brush past it (bc if b made a big deal jay would flip his shit, for the discourse ™ )
so jason gets into the habit of dropping the d-word in there just to see what he can get away with, want a batmobile? take it. fleeing his siblings after irritating them? you do you jay chum.
"See, Tim?" Jason called over his shoulder sardonically. "Dad agrees with me."
He turned back to his food for a moment before the thought suddenly occurred to him that the Cave had gone near silent. He cautiously glanced back at the others. Alfred was still working away at stitching Tim up. Tim looked a little pale and sweaty, but he was glancing over at Jason with a look that was a mixture of concern and confusion. Bruce was standing stock-still, seemingly staring off into space.
He skids to a stop and drops to his knees in the hologram room. The sight of his best friend's face in the red and yellow cowl just adds to the pain that's threatening to crush him. Turning his head and seeing the small boy, in his old uniform, gazing straight ahead, proud and tough and kind and alive hurts worse, and he almost wants to tear the damn thing down, break the projector and smash it into the wall and erase everything he'd done wrong with the baby brother he'd loved.
Because Jason is alive and Bruce has abandoned him.
He would hate Bruce more if he weren't too busy hating himself.
- Part 3 of I can't think up a good name for this
Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon), Batman (Comics)
30 Mar 2016
She's getting up to throw her paper plate away and switch discs when there's a knock on the window. She's across the living room in two strides, snatching a collapsible bow and quiver of arrows from the umbrella stand behind the door and nocking an arrow to the string. She freezes when she sees a black-gloved hand waving at her, displaying a lack of weapons to signal that they're not an attacker. She steps forward, and can just make out a silhouette with light glinting off the blue bird on his chest. She lowers the bow and sighs, stepping forward and opening the window. "What the hell? I have a door, you know. If Bats hasn't taught you to use one, surely A has."
Dick leans forward on the fire escape and smiles up at her sheepishly. It's a bit half-assed and clearly strained, but it still has the desired effect. "Sorry about this. I remembered your place was close by."
- Part 4 of I can't think up a good name for this
17 Aug 2016
He thinks of Alfred's disapproval, Dick's sorrow, and tries to bury the stab of pain in his chest. He hangs his head. He's killed so many people that he's almost lost count--no.
He hasn't kept count. He hasn't bothered.
And yet, the Joker still lives.
The joke really is on him.
19 Aug 2016
The doorbell rings.
His head snaps up instantly. He never has visitors--why would he? That means that it's either one of his insane family members or someone of even worse motives than coming to insult him or plead with him to come home. He snatches one of his guns from one of the drawers and checks to make sure it's loaded and the safety is still on, and he creeps slowly toward the door. He leans up and checks the peephole, and nearly falls over.
Alfred is standing in the hallway, a pot covered in a brightly colored warmer in his hands. He looks as completely relaxed as he always does, as if he visits Jason every weekend and has tea. He glances around the hallway disinterestedly, like he's just waiting for Jason to open the door.
This is probably a trap, or some nutty plot cooked up by Dickie and the Replacement to bring him back into the fold. Maybe Bruce sent him to chew Jason out (again.) All those thoughts fly through Jason's head, but his hands are unlocking the door and throwing it open without his consent.
- Part 5 of I can't think up a good name for this