Sigh. . . Tim Joker Jr. AU incorrect quotes because I don't wanna start writing the fic till I plan everything out and have a decent understanding of Stephanie, Cass, and Babs as characters and the timeline. The. Timeline. But gods, my own AU lives rent free in my head and I'm the only one able to make the content I want of it...
Context: Bruce stuck Tim in Arkham following the J.J. incident, Dick didn't exactly agree, but he didn't protest, nobody visited Tim for the two years he was there. Jason came back and decided Tim was his now. Now take backs.
Jason: Whatchu... Whatchu doin' there, Little Red?
Tim, glaring at the ice in his drink: Trying to see if you drugged me...
Jason: Why would I drug ya?
Tim: Same reason the guards and docs at Arkham did, 'cause I'm "crazy" and "dangerous."
Jason: . . . Well, that's bull. Here, lemme see that.
Jason, taking a sip of Tim's drink before handing it back: See? Not drugged.
Tim: . . . Thanks, riding hood.
Jason: No problem, little red.
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Tim: . . . I don't feel real.
Jason: Ya look real.
Tim: Is time real? I don't think it is... I think it's made up. It doesn't feel real, what is time but an illusion of control humanity made to call the spinning of our planet?
Jason: . . . Let's just get you a weighted blanket.
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Clark: I hear things have been rough in Gotham lately, new vigilantes?
Bruce: It's under control.
Clark: Yeah, yeah, of course! I'm just saying, if you ever need help—
Bruce: It. Is under. Control.
Clark: . . .
Jason who's taken over the Iceberg lounge and became the most notorious and dangerous Crime lord in Gotham city with territory in Crime Alley, the Bowery, and Robinsville:
Tim who has been equipping Jason and his trusted goons with tech that rivals the bats and setting random things on fire, including tampering with the Bat computers files:
Stephanie who has been sabotaging Batman and co. for weeks and planting evidence against various enemies to get them served longer sentences and running circles around Cass (it's enemies to friends to lovers, trust, gang) while also actively helping Jason take down Black Mask:
Selina who fully ditched Bruce and has been assisting the Red Hood and Spoiler while stealing from the rich in Bristol:
Bruce, sighing: So under control.
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Dick: So, uh, B, y'know how Jason's back..?
Bruce: Yes, things are... Complicated, but I'm hoping that overtime we can come to an agreement an—
Dick: He broke Joker Junior out of Arkham.
Bruce:
Bruce: F#&$.
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Jason, sighing heavily: Just me,
Jason, looking to Selina: My emotionally adopted Mom,
Jason, looking to Stephanie: My emotionally adopted pest,
Jason, looking to Tim: And my emotionally adopted little brother.
Tim: :D
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Cassandra, sitting beside Stephanie on a rooftop: You're the enemy.
Stephanie: What makes me the enemy? Because I work with the Red Hood, or 'cause I'm fine with him killing?
Cassandra: Both.
Stephanie: . . . Y'know, I became Spoiler at first for the rush, 'cause it made me feel like I finally had power over my life. I could stop my Dad and the drug dealers and help my Mom, I could actually... I could actually do things, y'know? I'm not, like, just some random bystander. Batman didn't think that was a valid reason, I guess.
Cassandra: . . . Why do you still do it . . ? Still for the "rush?"
Stephanie: Now? Well, now... Now I do it 'cause it makes me happy. It feels right, y'know? It's given me everything Stephanie Brown never had, like Tim and Jason. I... I never really had a family before. Not a proper one.
Cassandra: I . . . understand that. Didn't like my family, Father or Mother. Oracle? I feel like I am... Home. Batman feels like... family.
Stephanie: Well... I'm glad you like your family. Sorry I hate 'em.
Cassandra: Sorry I hate yours.
Stephanie: 't's whatever. I'll still beat you up next time you try to attack Red Hood or Catwoman though.
Cassandra: You'll lose again.
Stephanie: I'll hit you with a brick again.
Cassandra: . . . I hate you.
Stephanie, laughing: Why!?
Cassandra: Because you... Make me feel. I don't like the feeling you give me.
Stephanie: Why not?
Cassandra: It makes me think things Batman wouldn't like...
Stephanie: Like what?
Cassandra, whispering: Like I should kiss you.
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Tim, standing in the middle of Selina's apartment: Permission to pet all your cats?
Selina: . . . Permission granted.
Tim, cackling as he begins to pet every single cat:
Jason: How long ya think that'll take him?
Selina: At least five hours.
Jason: Damn.
—
Jason, standing in front of a flaming warehouse in Black Mask's territory: And what do you two have to say for yourselves!?
Tim, holding his flamethrower behind his back: I love you?
Stephanie: Womp womp!
—
Tim, standing next to Jason's sleeping body: . . .
Jason, slowly waking up:
Jason: HOLY— What are you doing up!?
Tim: I had to make sure you didn't get killed by the spiders.
Jason: What spiders?!
Tim: The ones in my head.
Tim, slowly covering Jason with a blanket again: This'll keep them off you.
Jason: . . . Thanks?
Tim: You're welcome! Now, if you'll excuse me I need to go flick the kitchen light exactly sixty times in order to prevent my arm from falling off.
Jason, watching as Tim walks away: . . . "A threat to Gotham" Bruce says,
Jason, throwing the blanket off himself to follow Tim: "Dangerous!" Dickface said!
Jason, rubbing a hand down his face: Danger to my damn electricity bill, more like...
—
Bruce, dropping down after hearing reports of a cult ritual being performed:
Jason, lying in the middle of a purple pentagram drawn poorly on the floor: Can we help you?
Tim, holding a flamethrower, slowly pointing it toward Batman:
Stephanie, in full Spoiler wear, eight months pregnant: We're kinda busy.
Selina, drinking a glass of wine from the side: Go away, Bat, they're under my supervisor.
Bruce, gesturing to the scene: This is outside Red Hood's territory, I have a right to ask.
Jason: No, you don't.
Stephanie: We'll give Tim permission to start shooting.
Tim: I already have in my mind.
Bruce: You're in a condemned building, Stephanie is pregnant, why does... He have a flamethrower!
Jason: Questioning our parenting methods? Really?
Selina: Honestly, the audacity.
Stephanie: Say Tim's name, p#&%$!
Bruce: You know what? Never mind.
Tim: Wow, the auditory hallucinations of you say my name and acknowledge me more than you.
Bruce: I... I'll just go.
Tim, sticking his tongue out as Bruce leaves:
Stephanie: Alright! Back to getting Jason his soul back!
—
Random bird:
Tim, making bird noises:
Random bird:
Jason: You good there, Little Red?
Tim: Yeah, we're talking politics!
Jason: Nice.
—
Dick standing right outside Crime Alley: I'm not in Crime Alley!
Jason: Get out!
Dick: I'm not in your territory!
Tim, jumping down with his flamethrower: Are you flame proof? :D
Dick: Tim.. C'mon, please, I'm trying!
Tim, aiming: Remember that time you stole my cookie during patrol and I stayed mad at you for a month?
Dick: . . . Yes.
Tim: Imagine how I feel about you not even VISITING ME in ARKHAM for TWO YEARS!
Jason: Begone! I'm the favorite brother.
Dick: We're still brothers?
Tim, putting his finger in the trigger, in a sing song voice: Not for long!
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