Bebe Jay

I've been putting off writing a fic soooo long but oh my days, LIFE is not having it.

Is this karma for wanting to write about a...a..straight 🤮 couple.

Gotham's Underworld loves Nightwing way more than they love Batman. It's not only the fact that batman will send them to the hospital without even a good pun, but that all the goons have seen Dick grow up firsthand. Naturally, they get a little...upset when their robin is being mistreated

Nightwing, limping beside Batman on Patrol one evening, back from Bludhaven for a few days :

Batman, worried: Nightwing, are you oka-

Goon, running up to Nightwing and cutting batman off: Oh my god! Are you okay?! What happened?!

Batman: ??? Who are you

Goon: What, you don't remember me? We coparented together.

Batman: Excuse me?

Goon: Yeah i saved him from that asshole Joker when he was robin, twice!

Batman:

Goon #2, motherly cupping nightwing's face: Oh goodness, you haven't been eating in that shithole blud, have you?

Goon #3: And look at your eyes! They look so sad! Were you being hard on yourself again?

Goon #4, to Batman: You should really be more emotionally present towards him.

Batman:

Nightwing: Guys, guys, I'm okay! Really, john, jacob, jonn and joan, you can calm down now

Batman: ...You know them by name?

Hola personas del mundo.

Hace una semana o poco más tuve una conversación con un par de "amigos" ( ya no son mis amigos) y mencioné algo sobre el autismo.

Se que no tengo un diagnóstico oficial sin embargo considero que la autoevaluación ( investigando bien obviamente) puede ser bastante buena y en especial cuando el servicio de salud mental en el país es malo.

Pero también recordemos que mi psicóloga sugiere( básicamente me dijo ) que soy autista.

Entonces estuve hablando sobre muchas cosas y mencioné experiencias pasadas.

Y se preguntarán qué paso ? Bueno básicamente me dijeron que estaba loca , que era rara, que no tenía eso y que tal vez era retrasada.

Y entonces me que de pensando y encontré esto: los neurotipicos siempre sabrán que eres diferente sin embargo ellos piensan que mientras tengas manos y pies estás bien , y solo eres un dramático. En serio eso piensan y no olvidemos el típico " eres normal " o "no lo pareces".

Lo más triste es que unos de esos amigos quería ser psicóloga y también trabajo en una guardería.Basicamente me fijo que no lo era porque no era como un niño BANG SORPRESA LOS NIÑOS AUTISTAS CRECEN Y SE CONVIERTEN EN ADULTOS AUTISTAS!

Se que tal vez algunos estén en desacuerdo conmigo porque no tengo el diagnóstico oficial, pero créeme que iré a una evaluación lo antes posible, estoy un poco agitada económicamente en este momento pero tal vez el próximo mes pueda.

Tengo más que contar pero será para después, ya debería estar dormida.

People keep forgetting this but jason was SHORT before the pit, like he was 5'2 (157cm) or something. Not only that but he was also very skinny with little muscle mass because of all the muscular atrophy. So I don't know why everyone keeps writing a Jason who never died like a really tall guy with a bunch of muscle. I totally think he would be like YJ!Jason Todd.

Tim accidently referring to the Joker as Dad but those who know about Joker Jr aren’t present and so everyone is left with the ‘realisation’ that Tim is the son of the biggest nightmare to their family.

It’s probably Jason and Steph, her there to bother Tim but Jason went to the manor for food and the two naturally started arguing. Maybe Jason tells Tim to stop costing on his case and prove a point be made against blonde, but Tim just offhandedly goes, “Later, I think my dad broke out of Arkham again but the guards aren’t doing anything. Maybe they’re in on it…”

The two present naturally look at each other with confusion and for the first time stop bickering to peak over his shoulder and see what his case is because, holy shit Tim had a villain for a dad and didn’t tell us? Only to see numerous photos of the Joker in his cell and many reports over the last week of how he’s been behaving and Jason…

Steph pushes the man out of the room when she sees his face go from frozen fear to anger, thinking it’s towards Tim and his secrecy and, while she totally gets that, now isn’t the time.

Though when they get into the Jason starts a rant about how Bruce and Dick should have told him that the monster had a child, even if that child wasn’t Tim! Jason protects kids! Did they think he’d hurt him just because of who his father is?

No!

If anything, he’d become the kids full time body guard to stop that mad man from making Tim into another version of himself!

The two naturally go to tell the others, pulling Damian, Cass and Duke into a mostly unused room and telling them what they discovered, all while Tim stays in the library working on his case.

Cass is beyond worried but also confused because he doesn’t seem to have any physical characteristics of the Joker or Harley, but maybe the mother is different? Perhaps it’s still Janet and either she had a fling with the Joker or something far worse, which makes the young girl enraged on the woman’s behalf.

Damian makes a comment about him killing Tim, not in a serious manner but more as an option, but Duke shuts it down, saying that having a villain for a parent doesn’t mean anything about who you will be. He points out those in the family of that nature and other heroes like Superboy.

When asked why they didn’t get Dick or Babs involved, Jason says they defiantly know and lied about it.

It’s only after another three hours of working that Tim catches himself referring to the Joker as dad and shuts his laptop, making his way to Bruce’s room to hide under the older man’s bed like he usually does when that happens, only to overhear what his siblings are saying.

Tim presses his ear against the door to hear better.

“If that maniac had a kid, surely he’d have told everyone he had an heir or something.” That’s Steph’s voice, filled with worry that only he and Cass could detect as she hides it under a whiney tone.

Jason is next to respond, “maybe he doesn’t know? I mean, did Tim ever even interacted with him before he became Robin?”

It doesn’t take much more than that for Tim to realise that he must have been talking aloud again or absently answered someone earlier and misspoke in front of them.

Panic fills him as he avoids telling Bruce when he gets bad, even if it’s just a small thing, because the older man will start of being a concerned parent then go into Batman mode and only just stop himself from putting Tim in the confinement cell. Sure Tim came up with the idea of the cell so he wouldn’t hurt anyone if his conditioning got too bad, but he’s learnt the signs. He’s not a mindless drone, he still knows who he is and doesn’t hear someone talking to him or anything like that.

He just… sometimes forgets the Joker hurt him.

It’s not Tim’s fault that memories of watching TV with him and Harley, tucked between them with a big bowl of ice cream felt better than most memories of his real parents.

But he knows it’s wrong, always comes back to calling the Joker his enemy.

Bruce just doesn’t get that.

Tim hears them talk a bit more, theories about who his mother might be, if Tim is safe at the manor, if Joker knows he has a son…

Opening the door, Tim stands there and stares at them as all eyes snap to him in alarm.

He doesn’t let anybody speak, cutting them all off quickly, “He’s not my dad. Go the cave and search for file number 26557933301-JJ and put in the code AGELAST, all caps.”

With that he turns and leaves, walking at first before running to Bruce’s room to hide.

He goes to family dinner and pretends not to notice the quietness or how Jason is still there, eating his food quietly and waiting for the ball to drop.

Naturally, Damian is the one to say what he wants first, “So why is okay that Tim shot the joker but I got in trouble for stabbing Bane?”

Everyone groans.

Entonces aquí estoy,sola en la noche en mi casa pobre y miserable después de cumplir una jornada laboral.Es triste y miserable como sin importar cuántos estudios tenga nunca podré conseguir un buen trabajo,curioso que la mayoría de empleos bien pagados no sean ejercidos por licenciados.

He estado buscando trabajo en alguna oficina pero ¿saben que ? POR ALGUNA RAZÓN GANO MAS EN UNA FÁBRICA.

lo cual me deja pensando si debo terminar mi carrera.

The Batcave has a “Do Not Talk To Me” couch. It’s sacred. It’s unspoken. It’s real.

okay so. picture this:

the batcave has one couch. it's in the corner. it’s hideous. it’s like beige or green or something equally offensive to every one of their aesthetics. no one likes the couch.

and that is exactly why it became sacred.

because one night jason just. drops onto it. full gear. bleeding. absolutely done with life. says nothing. doesn’t even take off the helmet. sits there in silence for 3 hours and then leaves.

next week tim uses it. sits there post-mission. face in hands. someone tries to ask if he’s okay and jason throws a batarang at them.

and thus it began.

Rules of the Do Not Talk To Me Couch:

You sit there? No one speaks to you.

You cry? No you didn’t.

You eat cold noodles off your chest at 4 a.m.? That’s sacred time.

If someone tries to comfort you? They are excommunicated for 12 hours.

Dick (sitting on the couch):

Damian: Grayson, are you—

Jason (from across the cave): HE’S ON THE COUCH.

Jason: I don’t make the rules.

Steph: You LITERALLY made the rules.

Jason: And I am the defender of the rules. There’s a difference.

one time damian storms in. covered in blood. absolutely furious. 10/10 rage goblin energy. throws his sword. marches to the couch. sits. arms crossed. steaming.

tim takes one look at him and goes: “i’m making tea.”

jason: “that’s acceptable. tea is allowed. talking is not.”

bonus:

once bruce sits on it.

and the ENTIRE CAVE goes silent.

tim literally freezes mid-typing. cass stops mid-flip. jason just mutters “oh shit.”

they all leave. immediately.

the couch is not ready for bruce.

extra bonus:

alfred vacuums around the couch. never says a word. leaves snacks in a silent offering. once placed a weighted blanket gently on jason’s shoulder. that’s different. he’s allowed.

'dating rules' are so fucking stupid btw. "don't talk too much about your hyperfixation on a first date, it'll scare them off!!" it'll only scare them off if they're a coward. Someone worthy of my affections will listen to me talk about my goal of visiting every whale exhibit with a life-sized effigy of a whale in it in the world for a solid half-hour and come away from that experience desiring me carnally.

so uhhh. yeah.

Tim drake complaining to DICK GRAYSON about his dad will always be so funny to me . This boy has his foot in his mouth...i love him