Bex

jason gets hated on … again

Masterpost

Jarro gets a body. After Jarro expresses the isolation they face in the jar they are named for, Bruce commissions a mechanical body to be made for them.

Bruce works with Mr. Terrific, Atom, Cyborg, Oracle, and Red Tornado to create a nigh-unhackable mech suit that connects with Jarro’s nerves to allow them free movement and access to all five senses, thus freeing them to go to school, make friends, publicly spend time with family, and train to become the 7th Robin!

Jarro is the first Robin to receive approval from their predecessor, Damian Wayne, before taking on the mantle.

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Jason: *trips Tim for no reason* whatcha' gonna do? kill me again?

Tim: can you give it a fucking rest- *tries to get up*

Jaosn: no *shoves him back down*

Dick, furiously whispering after Tim leaves: can you stop pissing him off you know he's a flight risk-!

Jason: that's the point. if we piss him off enough he'll get used to it and he'll stop thinking everything should be retaliated with via supervillain revenge. we're lowering the stock value of his rage.

Dick:

Dick: are you fucking kidding me-

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Damian: *walks into the batcave and silently shoots Tim with a paintball gun*

Tim: OW- YOU PIECE OF-

Damian: deep breaths Timothy. remember your mental exercises.

Tim: SHUT THE FUCK UP. I'LL-

Damian: *shoots him again*

Tim:

Tim:

Damian: *cocks gun in warning*

Tim: ...i'm going to go. do some gardening. and meditate.

Dick, after Tim leaves, face pale: why are you testing him like that he's going to kill us all.

Damian: Todd and i have a schedule to ensure premium anger management training.

Dick: THATS NOT GONNA WORK.

Damian: and yet he's gardening right now.

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*during a JL meeting the batkids had to help out with*

Tim: -so that's my plan, are there any objections?

Jason: yeah, that plan's fucking stupid. like seriously, did you even try?

Damian: literally the most pathetic attempt at displaying intelligence i've ever seen. no wonder your original parents stopped calling.

Tim: *stares at the two blankly for fifteen full seconds*

Tim: ok well anyway-

Diana, leaning in to Dick: ...what was that about?

Dick, white-knuckling the table, blood pressure through the roof: they're. trying to train him.

Diana:

kidnapper: we have one of your children

Bruce: I have so many of those you need to be more specific

kidnapper: the loud and annoying one

Bruce, flipping down Cass and Duke: that does not help as much as you think it does

kidnapper: well he has black hair?

Bruce, flips down Steph: keep going

kidnapper: uhhhh? He’s short?

Bruce, flips down Dick and Jason leaving Tim and Damian: more specific

kidnapper: he’s been condescending and judgmental since we got him

Bruce: yeah they both tend to do that

kidnapper: he keeps throwing around words I don’t understand

Bruce, realizing that Damian and Tim are significantly more similar than he thought: uhh more specific?

kidnapper: more?? look just wore us the mon— WHERE’D HE HIDE A KATANA???

Tim: When my dad was 17 he ran off to train with assassins

Tim: When my older brother was 17 he became a crime lord

Tim: When I was 17 I briefly led an assassin cult

Tim: And then there’s my little brother, I’ve always kinda considered him the black sheep of the family

New super, bracing themselves: oh god

Damian: Grayson, why does Pennyworth leave food on the counter every night?

Dick, on his phone, not even paying attention: Oh, that's for Jason.

Damian: For 'Jason'?

Dick: Yeah. Sometimes he sneaks into the kitchen at night, so Alfred started leaving food out for him.

Damian, confused: I've never seen anyone here.

Dick: Well he doesn't always come. And last time, Bruce caught him crawling through the window and scared him away so, who knows when he'll show up again.

Damian, definitely thinking of a raccoon: So then Pennyworth is feeding a random stray that crawled out of God knows where?

Dick, annoyed: He's not a 'random stray', Damian, he's family, and he has been living in this house for way longer than you have.

Damian, trying to remember how long do raccoons live for:

Damian: I hope he doesn't die soon.

Dick: ????!!

*Later that night in the Bat-cave*

Tim, typing away in the computer:

Damian: Drake. Have you ever met Jason?

Tim: Uh. Stupid, annoying and looks like a skunk? Yes, why?

Damian, picturing a mix between a racoon and a skunk:

Damian: Is he friendly?

Tim: Well, the first time I met him, he attacked me, so...

Damian: Hmm... What did you do to provoke him?

Tim: What did I do to– Bitch–

Tim: Nothing! He just didn't like me taking 'what was his', or something.

Damian, nodding: You invaded his territory.

*The next day*

Damian: Father, when do you think Jason will visit again? I want to meet him.

Bruce: Um. I don't know, Damian. He doesn't come here often.

Damian: Why?

Bruce: Because he lives somewhere else.

Damian: Why doesn't he just live here with us instead? He would be safer.

Bruce, wincing: I don't think he would like that, Damian. He's not confortable here.

Damian: But, maybe if I befriend him I could convince him to stay.

Bruce, sighing: I don't think so, Damian. You have to respect his space.

Damian: Oh...

Damian: I hope he doesn't get rabies

Detective Comics #1100 - "Lost & Found" (2025)

Don't kids say the wildest things?

Behind him, next to him, in front of him, everywhere around him, Eveline’s form flickers and darts, arms thrown wide to the wind and breathless, bright laughter escaping her that is all kind of hysterical and all kinds of furious but not at all about hate. Just—that taste of freedom, when you’re so sure you’re close to death, and then you realize, no, it’s not quite over yet.

“Do you trust me?” he can’t help but ask, as Lucas’s barn comes into view, and Eveline snorts, practically shrieks.

“No!”

Holy hecking fanart!!!

Y'know when I mentioned fanart in my last author's note I never thought anyone would actually take the bait but... oh my gosh!! It actually happened and I'm so in love with the end result.

@totally-not-an-awkward-okapi This is so gorgeous I'm lost for words!! This is such a beautiful depiction of Eveline in this moment in the fic and so very much in line with what I was picturing--the breadth of emotions being experienced in that one moment (most especially the joy, oh it makes my heart hurt...) and the superimposed forms is just. Wow. Wow!! This is amazing, I can't say it enough.

I had to make this meme with Mold! Ethan + bonus chibi

Chris: