has Jason commissioned Damian for furry yaoi of Bruce x Batman?
yeah but you know that wasnât the joke. the joke was way crueler than that.
you see, once damian finished the commission, which included full nudity in horrifically sexual positions and many speech bubbles implying pleasure, jason then paid to get it put on an electric billboard opposite the most popular mall in gotham. and heâs fucking smart about it, too. itâs an electric billboard on purpose, so he got to choose that it wouldnât be on show 24/7. he paid for the commission to be visible for exactly five minutes once a week, at noon on a friday. every friday.
the first few times the people of gotham think theyâre going crazy, and by the time they realise itâs not a hallucination, well⌠the picture is gone. an ad for perfume has taken over, and no proof is left behind. itâs three weeks before a picture is taken and put on twitter, the user in a state of disbelief.
âyâall wht the fuck is going on who did this im crying LMFAOâ
before long a few other pictures surface online, ranging from theories of hackers, a drunken endeavor by brucie wayne himself, or mostly just shared disbelief that the city is not undergoing a shared schizophrenic episode. eventually tim comes across it online and shows bruce. bruce goes fucking mental.
but the thing is that the billboard wasnât the joke either. jason thought much further ahead. once he got confirmation that bruce had indeed seen the image, he ramped up the ads. within a week the comic is on multiple billboards in all the most popular places in gotham, appearing for a few minutes at a time in between every other ad shown. almost constant.
heâs smart about it too. he knows bruce isnât stupid enough not to be suspicious of his kids. he makes his awe of the situation well known within the family.
âHoly fucking shit that is AWESOME,â he crows with glee, looking over bruceâs shoulder at yet another posted image of the billboard. âI wish Iâd thought of doing that. Can we- when you track down whoever did that, please give them my number. I need to buy them a beer.â
âJaylad,â bruce murmurs calmly. âYou know I love you, but get the fuck out of my house.â
but this was also not the joke. because although bruceâs pr manager at first encouraged him to ignore the image and let it blow over to avoid bringing more attention to the scandal, when it becomes clear the billboard fiasco is not going away any time soon, bruce decides to sue the anonymous party for defamation of character. after all, how is this any different from posting deepfake nudes of celebrities?
and this is where jasonâs true scheme starts to come into effect. because if thereâs one thing he learned during his little âprince of gothamâ stint? it was how to smoothly jump through loopholes and dodge the law without fail.
bruceâs lawyers open a case against the anonymous party who bought the ads. due to the severity of the situation and the nature of the comic being shown, the billboard company is served with two options: go down themselves for agreeing to publicly display what is essentially softcore furry porn, or release the name of their client. obviously, they snitch.
the name that is given to bruceâs lawyers is one that nobody recognises, because jason made it the fuck up. but, when they do research, and when bruce does his own background check with the batcomputer, they do discover that, supposedly, this man exists. jasonâs gotten quite good with forging backstories, as it turns out.
the person paying for the billboards is apparently an italian billionaire, a trust-fund man who inherited everything from his parents and is known for gambling and partying as much as possible. bruce has never met this man before in his fucking life.
except, his lawyers point out, maybe he did and forgot? after all, brucie wayne is known for his clubbing and drinking habits. is it that far fetched to think that maybe while blacked out at an exclusive party somewhere he did actually meet this man? that they got off on the wrong foot and this is some kind of childish billionaire revenge? and well⌠brucie wayne is mostly a fake persona⌠but he was young once. and he didnât always have to fake being drunkâŚ. so maybe his lawyers have a point.
the main takeaway is that they actually have somebody to sue this time, so they get in contact with the italian billionaire and try to arrange a meet up. maybe he can be civil about it?
jason, using a vpn and answering these emails from damianâs room as they hang out, proceeds to enact the main part of the actual joke. taking bruce for the longest fucking legal walk physically possible.
first this man agrees to meet with bruce. then he reschedules. then heâs ill. then his lawyers canât make it, and the man wonât speak without a lawyer present. bruce loses patience and tries to simply sue, except jason uses all law knowledge in his arsenal to somehow dodge every single attempt.
he ghosts bruce and his lawyers. misses court dates and then claims âtechnically it was never proved that he was servedâ because bruceâs lawyers could only contact him online and every time they sent something about the case jason just started using a different fucking email. fed up, bruce goes to italy and actually tries to meet the man in person. he finds a mansion at the billionaireâs listed address because jason acquired one as a gift from talia on his 17th birthday, and bruce meets with a maid who tells him that her employer is out for work meetings and she has no idea when heâll be back.
bruce stays in italy for a month just fucking. waiting for the guy to come home. every time he checks in with the maid itâs a new story. âhis work trip got extendedâ âheâs on vacationâ âhis plane was damaged and heâs stranded abroadâ. eventually, starting to become broken inside, bruce returns to gotham. where the billboard awaits.
let me make it clear that jason is going all out for this. heâs pulling all nighters doing harvard-level law research just so he can stay ahead. six months in and damian gives him a mock bar exam âjust to see how heâd doâ and jason aces it. he has essentially become a lawyer for this. the legal back and forth goes on for literally over ten months. ten months during which those billboards stay up, constantly cycling the comic for everybody to see.
eventually, the grand climax of jasonâs whole bit comes to a head, and he emails bruce to arrange an in person meeting in a neutral location for them to discuss terms of a settlement. bruce is dead inside. he hasnât slept in weeks, and he sees the comic out of the corner of his eye at all times. his lawyers are starting to push that he sue for long-term mental damage as well as defamation. but at this point what does he have to lose? so he agrees to meet up.
he goes to the meeting room, at the top of a building a six hours drive from gotham. he and his lawyers wait twenty minutes, with no hope in their hearts that this meeting wonât be a waste of time. finally, against all odds, theyâre told the man theyâre here to meet is in the building, and is coming up to meet them. bruce canât believe his fucking ears. they watch the elevator like a hawk, ready to finally face the man whose been torturing them for the past fucking year.
the elevator opens. bruceâbruce fucking bluescreens.
ââŚWhat in hells name are you doing here?â Raâs Al Ghul, wearing an Italian branded suit, walks towards him. âYou arenât supposed to be here!â
ââŚWhat the fuck. What are you- why are you dressed like that?!â Bruceâs lawyers look lost. He canât find it within himself to care.
Raâs glared at him, offended. âBecause unlike you, detective, I know when not to make a scene. Iâm undercover. Whereâs Jason?â
âJason?â Bruce is baffled. âWhy would Jason be- why are you undercover?!?!â
A huff. âIâm undercover as some pathetic Italian rich man; I donât know, Jason made me the alias for our shared mission. Actually, I think he based him off of you.â
âJason. Jason made the Italian billionaire.â His voice goes blank. Empty. Devastated. âYouâre the Italian billionaire.â
âYes.â Raâs hissed. âJason and I have been exchanging information for the past year; if you arenât careful youâll ruin our entire operation!â
âHe found evidence of a league uprising stemming in Gotham; Iâve been funding him and providing support while he investigates for ten months, and now we both need to meet undercover here so we can finally nail down a decent plan to rid the world of those traitorous parasites.â
Something inside of Bruce fizzles out. Resignation. Acceptance. A healthy sense of defeat. Regret of adoption, probably. His mind shuts down and he prepares to retire right then and there, as clearly it is time for him to do. Blankly, he proceeds to tell Raâs, âI donât think Jason has been honest about what heâs been doing with your funding. I donât think heâs been honest about these uprisings, either. I donât think there are any uprisings. I just think he hates us both and wants to establish dominance.â
Still at Wayne Manor, video game controller in one hand and beer bottle in another, Jason and Damian watch the live security feed while another screen holds a paused donkey kong match. Damian takes a cookie from a nearby plate and nibbles on it.
âYou know I have to hand it to you, Akhi. Getting disowned from both families at the same time? Thatâs impressive.â
Jason hums, smiling. Satisfied with himself. Content. âYou make your art, Habibi, and Iâll make mine.â
