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“Okay,” Dream says. He knows what that means. He’s been out of prison for two weeks, and a lot of things are different, but he’s still well-trained enough to understand.
Techno is stressed. It’s because of him. It’s only natural, then, that he would want some relief.
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-oh my god. oh my god. these boys. ohhhh my god.
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11 Jul 2026
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fucked up and insane and demented and evil. 11/10 i loved it
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“It’s something friends do with each other,” Quackity tells him. “It makes the other person happy, makes them feel good, hm?”
“Oh!” Charlie says, because he wants to make Quackity feel good. He likes Quackity. Quackity has been kind to him, given him a job and a place to stay. “Okay. Show me what to do.”
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-i just have a lot of big feelings about the underutilized potential of quackity, fresh out of his broken off engagement, convinced he’s helping charlie adjust to the real world,
and charlie, who hasn’t been given the vocabulary or context to be able to verbalize why this feels so deeply wrong and bad to him
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- Part 4 of consent issues bingo blackout, baby!
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Dick is haunted by the ghost of Grant Wilson.
Yes, like his actual ghost. No, he’s not lying, why the hell would he lie about something like that, Slade? Slade, come back. Seriously? You’ve met aliens, you’ve literally entered the speed force, but you draw the line at believing in ghosts?
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10 Jul 2026
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‘the sixth of which was holding the body of her son in her arms’ FUCKED UP AND TWISTEDDDD!!! i loved this so much i love the wilson family dysfunction and the way dick grayson finds it inescapable and how he just keeps showing up even though he never has to. love this so so much
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Pretty Bird by Daisyapples
Fandoms: Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
18 Feb 2024
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Jason has spent the last six years working as a hooker for Roman Sionis, but when he gets picked up by Slade Wilson, he finally has the chance to make enough money to get out of Gotham for good. He just has to survive the weekend with Slade; without pissing off any mob bosses, or letting Roman figure out his plan to escape.
Easy enough.
Except that Slade is making things hard, in more ways than one. Charming and self-assured; Jason can't help falling for him. Not that it matters. Jason is leaving Gotham after this final job.
No matter what.
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09 Jul 2026
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read this fic in one sitting on my porch on my beloved kindle ereader and fucking ADORED it!! my roommates were all sick of hearing about this fic but it had me kicking my feet and giggling the WHOLE time
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“We don’t have to—I didn’t want to make it a thing,” Jason said, then immediately rolled his eyes. “Okay, maybe I did want to make it a little bit of a thing. Father’s Day gift and all.”
“This is . . . more than a gift,” Bruce said thickly.
“Yeah, well. You’re hard to shop for, old man. Can’t exactly get you socks.”
In which Jason gives Bruce his Father’s Day gift early. So he can get ahead of the competition, of course.
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09 Jul 2026
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He didn’t know the answer. He’d stopped needing one a long time ago. But the question still lived inside him—not an open wound, but an old scar that sometimes ached when the weather changed.
as a guy named jason with a deeply complicated yet positive relationship to his parents and currently applying to mfa programs for creative writing there is no scenario in which your jtodd father’s day fics aren’t going to wreck my SHIT. my god. nothing more healing for the soul than jason todd allowed to grow up and recover and want things and then allow himself to have them. every time i see that you’ve written another jason bruce piece in this universe i jump for joy. there’s excerpts from one of these in my journal. just know u have reached into my chest directly and touched my soul
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“I have reached my majority, but my siblings have not. However, if I marry, then my husband can act as regent for House Wayne.”
“So you decided to choose me,” Slade drawls, more than a little incredulous.
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05 Jul 2026
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i already have a tag for guilty pleasure trope but sladick arranged marriage trauma recovery touch him and you die is a VEEEERY close second
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“I believe the King wishes to see his new daughter,” Dick says icily.
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21 Jun 2026
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Dick was not expecting to stumble into one of Deathstroke’s contracts on the drive from Bludhaven. Especially because he’s been avoiding Slade for seven months. And he’s thirty-six weeks pregnant.
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21 Jun 2026
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She stands up, wraps her arms around him in a burst of cinnamon and grandmotherly essence. “On your engagement, honey! Let’s see that ring!”
Immediately, Quackity assesses his new role. He’s engaged now, and Linda wants to see the ring, which he most definitely has. This is just like high school improv class - yes, and.
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-the version of quackity that works at a beauty salon is a terrifying thing to behold
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05 Jun 2026
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this fucking kills me every time. sapnap just had ONE RING
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“i remember seein’ your face on a magazine as a kid; it had one of those flow charts you had to answer all the questions to in order to see how compatible you were with dick grayson. 'do you like detective novels?' 'what’s your star sign?'”
“well, what is it?”
“i’m a leo,” todd replies.
“that is not an excuse for anything you have ever done in your life.”Series
- Part 7 of jaydick week 2025
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31 May 2026
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jason tells himself that it is a mutually beneficial agreement that he and dick live together, that dick has a place to stay in gotham that isn’t the manor, and that the both of them reap the benefit of a rental discount because their landlord has a soft spot for sob stories.
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- Part 1 of jaydick week 2025
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28 May 2026
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"they’re just clothes, you know.”
dick closes his eyes, brief. “i know.”
“anyone can wear them. or not wear them.”
“jason, i know.”Bookmarked by doingthewritethings
28 May 2026
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And it is peculiar because Jason spent years loving Bruce and years hating him and just enough time with the comfort of his name that the lines could blur irreparably. christ ALIVEEEEE op. jason is falling in love with him on the forty five minute drive between gotham and bludhaven. this is INSANE. they’re insane. they make me unwell. they talk around things in such a diabolical and unparalleled way
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dick bursts into tears at the halftime point of a thrilling showdown between the gotham knights and boston colonials.
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28 May 2026
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op you’re DIABOLICAL for this. jason can hold his hand; jason can break him. it felt like sacrilege to a belief you indoctrinated yourself in. damian is his family and tim is his brother and jason is his impending heartbreak. bruce and dick and you’re hurting; you always hurt me; i don’t want to. when dick dreams he is 9 years old and he can still be forgiven. ohhhhh my god this was so so so so good.
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a look into tim's questionable track record of naming things by arseniclatte
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
16 Jul 2022
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Some nights, patrol sucks. Brothers make it better.
(Hey, seriously, who names a SAFEHOUSE?)
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AKA the Jason regressing thing I said I was going to write months ago and then... didn't, until today.
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“Do you think I could get in?” Jason asked before he could stop himself.
Bruce turned toward him.
“I mean, not now,” Jason went on, feeling heat prickle behind his ears. “Obviously. After I get my SAT and all that. Do you think they’ll let me in if I stop sounding like a kid from Gotham’s worst ZIP code?”
Bruce gave him a flat look. “You’d get in on your writing alone.”
In which Jason drags Bruce to a campus tour. Against all odds, no one dies of boredom.
Day 1: Haunted
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- Part 1 of Jason Todd Week Summer 2025
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17 May 2026
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oh these two are so near and dear to my heart it makes me evil. the space between them was technically less than a foot but it felt like it spanned years.
that boy loved college so much he went on a tour at fourteen and he rounded it up to fifteen because he didn’t know he’d never make it to his birthday. he wrote comic scripts in his history notes and he wanted a useless degree because it burned inside of him and he would finally have something that was entirely his to hold and have.
he doesn’t know yet that he’s going to grow up and haunt the hallways of the manor and when he turns 25 bruce will want nothing more than to have him live there forever, yelling about comma splices, because he was never supposed to speak again at all. you said it was a dumb plan not that you didn’t want it. the college seats were too big for him and when he comes back they will be too small — he will never fit in them the way he’s supposed to, the way everybody else does.
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He didn’t know exactly when the idea had started gnawing at him. Maybe it had been back when his mom was still alive, when he’d read that dumb short story in English class and realized he had opinions about metaphor. Maybe after that one week he spent trying to write a comic book script in his history notebook and accidentally turned it into a thirty-page fever dream. Maybe it was just because he wanted something that was his, something that wasn’t patrol schedules and case files and worrying if he was screwing up the Robin thing every night.
But once he’d realized he wanted it, he couldn’t shake it.
College. Lit degree. Writing. It sounded stupid every time he said it in his head.
He wanted it anyway.—
“I’m a billionaire,” Bruce said, so seriously that Jason glanced up at him, snorting.
“I can’t just mooch off you forever. If I do, I’ll end up thirty and still living in the manor, yelling about comma splices.”
Bruce looked like he was holding back a smile. “You say that like it’s a threat.”
Jason grinned. “I’m not even kidding, B. I’ll sleep in the attic. Haunt the hallways. Write bad poetry. Alfred will have to slide food under my door.”
“I think he already budgeted for that.”—
“I just said—”
“You said it was a dumb plan,” Bruce cut in. “Not that you didn’t want it.”
Jason looked away again, swallowing hard. He didn’t know how to explain it—how close the wanting felt. How he wanted it so badly that it already hurt. How the more he let himself think about it, the more fragile it felt.—
And the same stupid bulletin board was still overflowing with flyers and calls for submissions. Writing contests. Poetry slams. Editorial internships. Literary zines with obnoxiously clever names.
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Bruce, predictably, is saying nothing. It’s a very productive nothing, that is saying quite a lot, quite loudly.
“Go make that face somewhere else,” Dick tells him. “It’s not helpful.”
“I’m not making a face,” Bruce says, lying baldly.
“You are making a face,” Jason tells Bruce.
“It’s not my fault there’s a ghost,” Dick says, arms crossed over his chest like he wants to pout but knows he’s too old for it.
“I know,” Bruce tells Dick.
“So stop making a face at me about the ghost!”
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Tim looked down at Jason—the Red Hood, the deadliest thing a Bat was allowed to ally himself with—wearing nothing but a faceful of makeup, tight black boxer-briefs, a collar, and a leash, and decided that perhaps he’d been hit too hard on the head during his last dust-up with Harley Quinn.
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Bruce doesn't do well with goodbyes.
Death doesn't usually let him get to say them.
(Then again, they're rarely for very long.)
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14 Apr 2026
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Everything can change in an instant. Bruce worried so much about their nightlife, he didn't worry about their day-to-day lives. And even if he had, he couldn't have stoppped it. Despite the intensity of grief, it’s mundane.
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14 Apr 2026
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09 Apr 2026
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“He wonders if she would see his mother in his eyes, had she ever known her.” jesus CHRIST. would he look like his mother to her the same way he looked like his mother to jack. would he look like his mother to her the same way his mother looked like a victim of jack drake to him. would he look like his mother to her the way he looks like a drake to the rest of the world. would he look like his mother to her the way that his mother looks dead in the ground.
her hands make shadows on his hips and he closes his eyes before he can see that the shadows don’t go away when her hands move. oh my GOD. OHHH MY GOD. he lets himself drift away when she catalogues his body like a crime scene because photography has always been an escape for him.