#naasad

MY PAL!!!! YOU ARE SO SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!! Autistic Bruce is s o f u c k i n g c a n o n it pains me

-On the outside: “Ah. Yes. That does sound upsetting.” Inside: literally having nausea from emotions-Dick is so good w/ Dami bc he’s been through all this with Bruce already. -But also part of the issues they had when Dick was sixteen was due to Bruce being so Bad At Expressing. -“I know you didn’t bring me back bc you like me.”“I don’t…. not like you.” Bruce honey you are so fucking valid. -“Damian. You’re… a pretty good Robin,” “Tt. Though I will admit you are a fairly suitable guardian, Father.” Dick in the background: “Aren’t you so proud of them, Alfie?” Alfred: “Indeed, I’ve hardly seen them so emotional, not counting times of crisis.” -Bruce: “You know, family is…. good.” Jason: “What are you trying to tell me?” Bruce: “I just told you.” Dick, popping his head into the cave: “He’s telling you he loves you!” Bruce: “Isn’t that what I said?” -Wally: “Does he like… ever smile? Or frown? I’ve never seen him make a facial expression.” Barry: “I once saw him looked scared bc Robin was in danger.” Wally: :0!

And all the Batfam give him like a cursory "proud of you, Jason" and then start congratulating Kyle, and Kyle's just like "DUDES." And he is so proud of his boyfriend and he tells him all the time, especially on the bad days, cause Jason's been wanting to quit for a while, and he finally did it, and it was his choice and nobody gets to dismiss that, not on his watch, no, sir, Batman. (2/2)

I’m actually not into Lanterns as a whole, though know who most of the Green ones are. (I wish I was though, I want to be besties with Simon and Jessica so damn bad omg. But Lanterns are in the same trope of my biggest comics struggle - too many characters in a team/book etc)

For Write 365 Day 169! (And more of the werewolf au) Sorry this took so long to get posted, I was struggling to figure out what to write for it and then Voltron season 6 happened and I had a fic-splosion of ideas, but….yeah here it is now.

Jason was in the Cave strapping a couple of extra daggers onto his thighs when Dick walked up. Tim was on the opposite end of the Cave. He had most of the pieces of his Red Robin uniform on, but what was going through his utility belt and restocking anything that was running low from his last patrol so many nights ago.

Dick clapped a hand on his shoulder, making him scowl. “Glad to see that you’ve finally pulled out of your overprotective haze,” he said. “I was starting to get worried the Were was taking over and you weren’t going to come back to yourself.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, trying to shrug off the hold.

“I’m talking about when you practically perched on the edge of Tim’s bed and hissed at anyone who came close. I thought you were closer to a cat than a Were,” he said with a chuckle.

“What the fuck are you going about? I didn’t do that!” he scoffed.

“Oh really? Why don’t you check the surveillance footage,” he said, turning towards the computer. “I think there’s pretty good chunk of time where you were squatting on the hospital bed. Might’ve even cleaned yourself a couple of times for good measure…”

Jason put a hand on his arm and stopped him from doing anything he’d largely regret seeing. “No, Dick stop.” He threw an arm around his shoulders and pulled Dick against his side. He glanced over at Tim at the opposite side of the Cave, but he was still focused on his work. “I don’t remember that happening.”

Dick grinned. “Oh, Jason. Poor, poor, baby Were Jason. There are so many things you don’t know about being a Were and it’s starting to become such a wonderful thing. You know, I was pretty worried at first, but I think this is the most amusement I’ve had in a while.”

“Shut it. Yes, I’m not the most experienced at being a Were, but just tell me what happened.”

“I think it was somewhere during the first night Tim was in medical,” he mused, scratching his chin. “You were pretty exhausted and from what I can tell, the Were took over to let your mind rest and because it didn’t have much self-control, its actions were based around instinct and the need to protect. Hence, the hissing.”

Jason sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face. “You’re never going to let this go are you?” he asked.

“Nope!” Dick said brightly. He ducked and slipped out of Jason’s hold, bounding across the Cave. “Hey Timmy, you want to see something hilarious?”

“No!” Jason said, chasing after him.

Tim looked up, his brow furrowing. “What?” he asked.

“Do you want to know what Jason did while you were knocked unconscious after the Were attack?” Dick asked, evading the grabs Jason made to shut him up.

“You mean the fact he perched at the edge of my bed while I was out and growled at anyone who even stepped into the Cave? Yeah, I watched those video logs like a week ago,” he said, glancing at Jason with a smirk.

“Wait, you knew?” Jason asked, mouth hanging open.

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug. “Was I not supposed to?”

“I didn’t know,” Jason muttered.

Dick’s shoulders sagged and he grumbled under his breath before walking off, sad he’d lost the opportunity to embarrass Jason further.

Tim’s smirk softened into a smile when he looked back at Jason. “I don’t mind that it happened if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’d be worried. It’s kind of weird.”

Tim shrugged. “Our whole lives are weird. We’re vigilantes. You’re a werewolf. I think this can easily fall somewhere on the scale of normal, everyday weird that happens in our lives.”

Jason sighed, his shoulders sagging. “Well next time you need saving, don’t expect me to come. I wouldn’t want my Were to get in the way.”

“Oh, you’ll come,” Tim said as he turned to walk off. “If it’s not because of your own desire, than the Were would definitely force you to.“

He sighed again, because Were or not, he really would go save Tim.

bruce decides he’s done with it about thirty seconds into the entire thing, and dumps the octopus that they’re pretty sure is dick off onto jason. jason takes one look at the octopus and gives it to steph. steph shrieks when she touches it and throws it at damian, who barely catches it and glares at her in response. she swears that the octopus gives her a dirty look to match damian’s, too. damian holds the octopus for a few minutes, before alfred the cat starts throwing up on something he shouldn’t even be near, and he has to abandon the octopus with babs at the monitor station. babs decrees that she loves dick, but not that much, and gives the octopus to cass. cass pokes it with a pen, which makes it shift colors wildly, smiles, and then puts it on tim’s head and leaves. 

it takes tim fifteen minutes to notice there is an octopus on his head. 

jason and steph count. 

he jumps and makes a noise when he realizes, and dick the octopus flops into tim’s lap. tim looks confused, and thinks he may actually be experiencing some sort of psychotic break, because he’s clearly begun hallucinating, because an octopus  just fell off of his head. then the octopus flashes disco wing colors and tim jerks back away from it, except he’s sitting down and the thing is in his lap so he mostly just ends up slamming his back into the back of his chair. 

“why is it mimicking discowing? that was bad enough in the eighties” tim mutters, staring at it in something akin to horror. the octopus goes black then red then black again then red again, like it’s angry, and then goes back to the discowing pattern. 

jason and steph are losing it. dick wasn’t even alive yet in the eighties. 

tim spends far too long debating on how this hallucination feels so real, and then wondering why his brain supplied him with an octopus mimicking his eldest brother’s poorest fashion choice, when the octopus very suddenly becomes dick, clad in his original discowing suit. 

tim screams in surprise. 

steph gets in on video.

((This is @naasad, but the app is being stupid, so I’m using the mobile website and not signed in.))

Genie stormed away from the computer as the Batmobile roared to a stop, following closely behind Alfred. But as the butler removed Nightwing from the vehicle, she quickly inserted herself between Batman and Robin, slapping Bruce across the face and shocking him into silence mid “I knew it was only a matter of a time before you showed your true colors!” rant.

Bruce rubbed his cheek, working up the energy to discipline both his youngest, and Genie pointed to where Dick lay on a gurney before he could. With a growl, he stomped off.

“I don’t require your protection,” Damian snarled, hand on his sword.

Genie shook her head. “I know. I wanted to. He doesn’t get to treat you bad.” She hummed and bounced on her toes, glancing nervously at Dick as she wrung her hands. She gave a small smile and turned to Damian.

“You with the sad eyes….”

Damian froze where he was walking away.

“Don’t be discouraged

This world is so crazy

And you’ve taken all you can bear

Just call me up and I will always be there

Cause I see your true colors shining through”

Damian scoffed and continued.

“I see your true colors

That’s why I love you”

He froze and turned.

Genie smiled wider and walked over to kneel in front of him.

“So don’t be afraid to let them show

Your true colors are beautiful”

She put a hand on the R on his chest.

“Your true colors - true colors are beautiful

Like a rainbow….”

Damian stared at her and leaned forward before suddenly aborting the movement.

Genie nodded and stood, squeezing his shoulder, then walked away to give him some privacy and glare at Bruce.

Damian wiped at his eyes and turned toward the showers.