JayDick Week

@jaydickweek:  Knights/Royalty AU // Arranged/Fake Marriage 

Jaye comes back to Gotham to fuck some stuff up. That’s the plan.

And she’s got an easy way into the upper echelons: her former, very noble family that didn’t give enough of a shit to keep her alive. Jaye still remembers how Wayne House runs, more than well enough to get a job. 

There’s no danger of being found out, not until the perfect moment when she wants them to know. She’s the Red Knight now, an extra foot and a half of height and none of those long, fairy tale curls that Alfred used to comb for her. She’s got anger and scars and a sword in her hand longer than Bruce’s arm. Most importantly – she’s not awkwardly forcing herself into the spitting image of the Kingdom’s favorite beauty. Not anymore. 

Then she finds out which job her alter ego has landed with the Wayne family.

Bodyguard. To the Lady Richelle. Who hasn’t changed one fucking bit.

Day 3: Restraints - Jaydick Week 2017

Because who doesn’t miss Ofiicer Grayson ;-)

And the other rejected version.

Day 2: Confession Under Fire - Jaydick week 2017

Day 6:  Knights/Royalty AU // Arranged/Fake Marriage

@jaydickweek:  Knights/Royalty AU // Arranged/Fake Marriage 

Jaye comes back to Gotham to fuck some stuff up. That’s the plan.

And she’s got an easy way into the upper echelons: her former, very noble family that didn’t give enough of a shit to keep her alive. Jaye still remembers how Wayne House runs, more than well enough to get a job. 

There’s no danger of being found out, not until the perfect moment when she wants them to know. She’s the Red Knight now, an extra foot and a half of height and none of those long, fairy tale curls that Alfred used to comb for her. She’s got anger and scars and a sword in her hand longer than Bruce’s arm. Most importantly – she’s not awkwardly forcing herself into the spitting image of the Kingdom’s favorite beauty. Not anymore. 

Then she finds out which job her alter ego has landed with the Wayne family.

Bodyguard. To the Lady Richelle. Who hasn’t changed one fucking bit.

@jaydickweek:  Talons/Court of Owls // Father Todd 

I know canon gives us formal and somber priest!Jason, but imagine snarky youth group minister Jason (a.k.a. my fave). No connection to Bruce or the afterlife, still the same snarky little shit he was as Robin. He’s a bit gruff because it wasn’t the joker that made him terrible at showing weakness, but he’s protective as hell. The kids fucking love him.

Well. 

Most kids. Most kids love him. 

And then there’s Damian. 

Little feral assassin Damian, fresh out of a disastrous first meeting with Daddy Bats, and he most definitely doesn’t love Jason. But Jason knows an abused kid who needs a way out when he sees one, even if that situation is way out of Jason’s league. 

Jason has just started making real progress when Talon shows up. Luckily, and to his very great surprise, Jason’s got Damian to protect him. Of course, then Damian gets attached. 

Fast forward, Damian rehabs Talon!Dick by taking the don’t-be-a-murderous-asshole lessons he learned from Jason 30 seconds prior and teaching them inexpertly to Talon. He gets confused and territorial when Youth Minister Jason and Talon start building their own connection, which may eventually go in a slightly unexpected direction.

Yeah, yeah. Hella late. I know. I’m a disappointment. Yup.

Guess I’m not responsible enough. Oh, I already knew that.

I know I can do better but I just can’t right now.

If there are mistakes. Note that my first language isn’t even English.

Dick saves Jason.

Summary: Today seemed normal for Father Todd.

Most days were pleasantly normal. He’d get up, have his morning coffee, read the news (no matter how tragic) and walk to church. He’d then sit in his office, going over details for mass on Sunday, unless someone came consulting God’s wisdom.

It’d become more busy since the war picked up. So many people asking for spiritual advice, how to live their lives in tragedy, how God picks sinners and saints in this bloodbath… Some want guidance, others want deliverance. Father Todd sits and listens. Maybe quotes the bible. He always tries to cheer them up. He mostly succeeds, even if it’s only for a moment. That’s why he never tries to run. Even when things try to crash down on his quiet life, he can always find a way to make someone smile. Those moments are far too rare nowadays.

Today started ordinary. He got to his desk, pulled out his laptop, and began to work. At 11:25, a stranger knocked on the door, dropped his coat on the ground and cried. Father Todd guided him to a chair and let the man speak his mind. He let him cry about his dead girlfriend and a life on the run in this cruel world. As usual he quoted the word of God to him, gave out his own advice, and even offered a helpline’s number to the poor man. The stranger only pushed his jet black hair out of his eyes and stared at him.

“What good is God if he let Hell reign over Earth?” He asked.

Jason blinked for a few moments, before regaining his calm composure. This was a rare question. “Everything can be saved, even when things seem like it’s all crashing down. Three years ago I was in a cult, you know.”

The man only laughed. “Yeah, and I’m Batman.”

“I’m serious.” He frowned. “Grew up in a rough area. Seemed only natural as a teen I ran in with the wrong crowd.” He wasn’t sure why he was telling him this, this certainly wasn’t normal, but it seemed natural for some reason. It was as if he’d known the man most of his life, despite not meeting him until today. “When I was 20 I was taken in by a cult, long dead now. Tried to sacrifice me to their fire goddess. Nearly died that day. I still have the scars.” He rolled up his sleeve to his now slightly sheepish patron. “It took a while, and it wasn’t easy, but I got back on my feet. Helped the cops catch the ring leaders, and made a life here. If I can reform, anyone can.”

“Sorry for misjudging you.” The man sighed, leaning back in his chair. Jason shrugged.

“It’s a common thing. You never know what the future brings.” He gave him a soft smile, one the guest couldn’t help but return.

“Still think this world’s gone to shit.”

“Maybe you’re right. But that doesn’t mean it won’t recover.” He glanced at the wall clock. “Sorry, wish I could talk more but I’ve got a meeting very soon. It was nice to meet you, Mr…?”

“Grayson. Dick Grayson.” The man gave one last smile, before gathering up his things. “And it’s nice to meet you too, Father Todd.”

This work is written for JayDick week 2017 based on a series of prompts that was chosen by the fandom!

Prompt: Day 7: Father Todd

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“What is it, my child?”

“I uh… I have been having… thoughts…"

This work is written for JayDick week 2017 based on a series of prompts that was chosen by the fandom!

Prompt: Day 7: Talon

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Dick Grayson is a Talon, Talon!Dick, Father Todd, Jason Todd is a Priest, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, some blood and violence Summary: “Father Todd,” the man spoke softly and Jason watched as a pretty hand, slender and rough, slipped through the hole at the bottom. His palms were face up and Jason gingerly traced a finger against the tips of his.

25 men, half of them armed, the other’s within reach of an enormous arsenal of weapons. 10 meters away from his boots, gauntlets and anything else they thought looked suspicious. 3 strand rope binding his wrists around the back of the chair and his ankles to the legs.

And still, he’s been in worse.

He’s attempted picking at the knot, attempted reaching for one of his comms units and attempted his usual chatty charm to get himself out of the situation.

Nothing has worked.

He’s back to fiddling with the knot when the first gunshot echoes through the barren warehouse. It takes out one of the men precisely and sends them all into a panic.

Nightwing uses the distraction, trying to frantically pick at the knot and analyse the room for the shooter. Both fail.

It’s only when all the men are down or have fled does Nightwing’s would-be rescuer appear. He rappels down from his shooting spot and strides towards Nightwing. He stows the sniper rifle he’s been using but his image is still every bit as threatening; he’s better built than Nightwing, taller and covered in muscle, his armour looks state of the art, possibly better than Batman’s and his face is covered by a mechanised helmet. Not to mention the various gadgets and weapons adorning his person.

Nightwing recognised him as soon as he’d entered; The Arkham Knight.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Dick Grayson is a Talon, Death Threats, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst

Summary: It’s just Jason’s luck that his attempt to take a night off from crime fighting results in an assassin coming to kill him in his own home. What’s a little more surprising, though, is that assassin turning out to be his soulmate.

When the window to his modest one bedroom apartment shatters inwards, Jason’s first reaction isn’t fear or surprise like most people’s would be, but instead a particular sense of anger paired with exasperation.

There goes his hope for what should have been a rare quiet night in.

Throwing himself forward out of his armchair, he just barely avoids the needle thin dagger thrown at his head. It embeds itself into the soft cushion like a knife slicing through butter, and Jason hates to think what that would have down to his skull if he’d remained sitting where he was.

Thankfully, the lessons Bruce drilled into him back when he was just a kid remain as sharp as ever. Both in terms of reacting to a threat and being prepared for the eventually of one even before it strikes. Jason tucks and rolls, dropping his book — a torrid love affair he’ll never admit to reading to anyone — to one side, before ripping free the gun he keeps taped to the underside of the coffee table and bringing the barrel round to point at his attacker.

Summary: King Bruce and Prince Richard of Gotham spy a young peasant boy trying to steal horses from the Royal stable.

This is kinda late and might not make sense as it’s unbetad but oh well

Prince Richard of Gotham stared down in pity at the young boy on his knees. King Bruce stood over him, the night draping over his form like a cloak.

“It was me!” Tears dampened the child’s skin and shirt. “I stole the royal horses. I had to sell them to save my mother.” He began to cry once more, and Richard’s heart ached in sympathy. He didn’t know why, but he wanted nothing more than to wrap him in his arms and shelter him from the elements.

“Your Majesty,” he stepped forward, placing a hand on his father’s shoulder. “He’s just a kid. You don’t have to-“

“Quiet.” Bruce growled, silencing his son. He seemed lost in thought for a moment, before addressing the young thief. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Jason.” The boy snuffled.

“Okay Jason, you have two options here. The first, I arrest you for theft and sentence you to hard labour.” Richard gasped, and Jason shook in fear. “Or secondly, you go with me to Sir Gordon and become her apprentice.”

The boy’s head snapped up, and for the first time, hope sparkled in his eyes. “You’d do that for me?”

“What you did was foolish, but it takes a lot of skill to pull something like that off. You have potential.”

Jason gave the Royals a watery smile. “I’d like the second one, if you’d have me.”

“Come here then. Richard and I will take you there.” He turned, beckoning the young Royal and rogue to follow him.

“Barbara is an excellent knight. You will learn a lot from her.” Richard smiled, helping Jason off the muddy ground.

“Will I be able to see my mother?”

“If Babs goes with you, I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

~~~

It didn’t take long to reach the knight’s quarters. A swift knock on the door and a quick explanation later, and they were on their way home.

“Your highness?” Jason tugged at his sleeve, gazing in admiration at the young Prince. “Will I be a good knight?”

Richard turned back, and in his heart he knew the answer was yes.