I LOVEEEE THIS ONE. DEF RECOMMEND. THEY ATE THIS UP

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Save me...Peter parker/Jason todd

Crossover ship

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I tried to make the ground look like a field so pretend it looks good 🫶

One of my least favorite things to think about simply because it hurts not because it's objectively a bad premise —is Bruce just gradually showing up less?

When he gets Dick he is so young, scared of messing up, his study bookcase full of parenting books. The result is that he shows up—for every mathelete meeting or parent teacher day or silly outing to the mall. Then Jason enters his life— its definitely a learning curve and while he isn't there for every event he still shows up, he tries to take Jason to the library on Saturday and show up to school debate but sometimes Alfred or Babs will go in his place. Tim is another story— he doesn't have to show up, Tim never asks, and Bruce never offers.

And Damian, well, Damian has Dick.

Sometimes, his two oldest sons feel a stab of something, not exactly nostalgia—but something a bit more bitter. They look at the tough lines around his mouth and the set in his brow and wonder when Bruce started to be less Bruce and More Batman.

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my soft spot is literally just… it’s red guys. Without fail it’s the character with a red motif. If they have anger management issues that’s just even better

i am literally in love with this

Since we all agree that people of the Alley of Crime adore Red Hood and believe in him, I think it is time to imagine Jason in a scene similar to the one from OG Spiderman, where his identity is accidentally outted in front of crowd of people, and they all are just choose to protect him and help him out.

So maybe Gotham is facing especially nasty trouble, and vigilantes are on the receiving end this time. So maybe Jason is thrown at the dirty Alley in his part of town, wounded, with helmet flying off, and there is just a crowd of people staring as bleeds out, astonished. And Jason thinks, oh, that's the end — he can go and shoot himself, honestly, because he just failed the man rule every vigilante have: never show your face, never reveal your identity.

But people are... helping him? His eyes are half-open, breath laboured and pained, but all he hears is gentle murmuring:

'God, he is just a kid...'

'He must be younger than my son.'

'Poor child...'

He feels soft elderly hand against his cheek as someone from the crowd, an ex nurse, comes closer to bandage his injuries, while a kid, barely with the size of his helmet, brings it back, sticking out their tongue as they try to place it back on his head, to hide his face.

'It is okay,' the old woman reassures him. 'You are safe with us, son. We hadn't seen anything.'

Jason's eyes sting, because, oh.

It is his people. He loves them. He will die for them.

And they love him just as much.

He still waits for someone to out him, though. But the week ends, the villain is out of the picture, and no one says a thing. The only proof that it ever happened is civilians, who keep waving at Jason — not Red Hood, just Jason — when their paths cross somewhere in the shops or streets.

And that's how he knows that it is them; it is them, and they keep him safe as much as he keeps safe them.