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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Roy Harper & Peter Parker, Lian Harper & Roy Harper & Jason Todd, Lian Harper & Peter Parker Characters: Dick Grayson, Peter Parker, Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Lian Harper Additional Tags: Amusement Parks, Fluff, Fun, Jason Todd is a Menace, Kid Peter Parker, Magic, Illusions, Surprises, Dick Grayson is Peter Parker’s Biological Parent Series: Part 12 of Peter Grayson Summary:

Dick and Roy take their kids, Peter and Lian, to an amusement park. Jason comes along because why not?

Inspired by that one WEBTOON episode in Wayne Family Adventures: EP. 108 There Can Only Be One.

dan mora i beg of you to continue drawing nightwing

(absolute power #3)

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

The Bats: Are you hungry? We can buy you food.

Peter: Nah I have food at home.

Food at home:

ao3 is crazy because you'll read the most gut-wrenching 200k word slowburn that leaves you sobbing into your sweater at four in the morning and the author will be applejacksmonstercock

When I reference something from a previous fic my current fic. Or I was able to make a connection to two plot points without any planning whatsoever:

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.