August 24, 2014
Not Quite Daily Drabble: Among the Green Sequel Start

Previously On:

So this is where they were hiding all these years,” a man says, sounding irritated. “Wouldn’t have taken them for fans of rural life.”

I don’t really care what they were fans of, demon,” another says, voice tired and angry.

No one asked you, Todd.”

Tim coughs pointedly, leaning on the balustrade overlooking the entrance hall. “Who are you, and what are you doing in my home?”

They look up at him, and blanch. The taller man, with a shock of white hair in his bangs, recovers first.



“Points for basic face recognition,” Tim says, channeling his mother’s withering sarcasm. “That doesn’t answer my question. This is private property, and you’re trespassing.”

“Tim, what the hell?” the taller man demanded, and Tim knows it’s a bad idea to say this, but when someone hands him a perfect line like that -

“Most of the workings that’ve been done here in the green involve the fae folk, not daemonic forces.” Tim raises his eyebrow. “Now, for the last time: Why are you in my family’s home?”

A spark of red flicks through the edges of his vision -

the taller man’s face turns to dismay -

- his silver knife flashes in the morning air as Tim whirls -

- and the dhampire manages to avoid losing any fingers by a few precious inches.

But his palm has been flayed open. Tim smiles a coyote grin, and lunges. The little dhampire is stronger, faster, and has better reaction time than Tim. (And how does he know that?) But physics are unforgiving, and he has no leverage when Tim slams a knee into the small of his back.

“That,” Tim says, panting, “was incredibly rude.” He yanks at the arm he has twisted up behind the dhampire’s back, fumbling a little as he presses the silver blade to the other’s neck. “Do you have no manners?”

It’s the imp of the perverse that makes him say it. These familiar strangers stir strange echoes, shadows of emotions that linger in the corners of his awareness. Fondness and amused irritation, along with something he can only identify as a peculiar sort of exhaustion, that urges him to bow his head and go along with their desires.

Tim hates it. He does not know them, and he will not be compelled. Not by any binding or shadow.

(“You are Timothy, and you are your own person,” Mother told him once, hooking her fingers under his chin and looking him in the eye. “Not anyone’s servant, or familiar, or thrall.”)

He turns his head to glare at the taller man. “Take your little monster and leave. You aren’t welcome here, inside these walls.”

February 21, 2014
I’m a terrible person

Accidental time-traveler Jason end up in Bruce’s early, early days as the bat and proceeds to troll the hell out of him by referencing as many memes and irrelevant internet fads as possible while keeping a straight face.

Just picture it: For almost 20 years, Bruce has this file of shit Jason said, and he’s spent years trying to decipher it … and then one day he hears one of his kids making ‘In capitalist America’ jokes, and the sound of utter despair that comes out of his throat is simply indescribable.

November 23, 2013

afewnovelideas said: Lords verse headcanon: (A slightly saner) Harley works with the Resistance. She escaped being lobotomized by Superman because of Jason Todd (who was Robin II at the time). Jason learned that Harley was pregnant and wouldn't allow her to be harmed. Gotham Lords are touchy about family. Clark took out his anger at her escape on Jason. When Batman finally found Jason's body, Clark blamed the teen's death on the Joker, who was still at large. Jason was revived the same day Harley's child was born.

Oh my god, that gives me ideas.

Jason’s a resistance member, and he’s totally opposed to most of the Lords, but he’s really, really conflicted about Bruce. He thinks he can be redeemed. (Which is canon for the verse, sorta. Lord Bruce was the one to be convinced to turn in the DCAU episode.)

I’m half convinced he’s an actual pacifist, with really developed opinions about the roles of imprisonment and punishment in modern society.

Jason and Harley’s baby (Will I go to hell if I suggest the baby’s name be JJ?) both celebrate their birthdays on the same day, since Jason does have to actually live out in Gotham - the less ties he has to Jason Wayne, the better.

Jason and Harley probably have a cover id as a married young couple. They’re ‘nature enthusiasts’ which is their excuse to vanish off to resistance meet-ups every so often.

Jason is probably assembling proof that Clark killed him, because he’s pretty sure he can at least get Clark taken down by the other lords if it comes out how he died. In the mean time, he’s Jack’s eyes and ears (and occasionally hands) in Gotham proper.

October 23, 2013

'What do you want?'
'My Ducati broke down. I can't figure out what's wrong, I had to skate here.'
'Tim, it is SEVEN. A.M.’
'And it's raining, gimme a break.'

Hey, look at this! It’s lovely.


'What do you want?'

'My Ducati broke down. I can't figure out what's wrong, I had to skate here.'

'Tim, it is SEVEN. A.M.

'And it's raining, gimme a break.'

Hey, look at this! It’s lovely.

October 20, 2013

afewnovelideas replied to your post:

Question on Honor!verse (feel free to ignore if you wish): How does Janet react the first time she hears canon!Jason call Tim “Pretender” or some other insulting reference in person?

"Really, Jason, I thought you knew better than to project your own insecurities onto other people. It’s such a pathetic sort of weakness."

July 27, 2013
More on the Tim as an Independent Vigilante Plotbunny

Tim got established as a vigilante because unlike in canon, when Bruce started going off the rails, he knew enough to bench himself, and (reluctantly) handed Gotham off temporally to the various bat-approved superhero groups in Gotham. But that still left most of them stretched thin, and Tim saw a need for someone in the area around his home. It’s rich, upper-class Gotham, yes, but there are still poor people operating in and arround the area, who are vulnerable to crime and abuse. Nobody’s policing his neighborhood, though, because it’s officially a ‘safe’ part of town. So Tim takes up a mantle, and expands out from there.

Despite Tim being a non-aligned vigilante without many ties to the superhero community in whole, he’s an established enough force in his patch of Gotham to be noted. So when identity crisis roles around, his dad is still killed (Because the one who arranged it assumed Tim must have had stronger ties to the community than he did.) only Batman isn’t there.

Enter Owen Mercer, Captain Boomerang the second. Literally. Here, there’s no Batman, only a severely shaken Tim-in-civvies and a bunch of Gotham’s less-than-finest. Owen, who isn’t a complete asshole, ends up bonding/grieving/circumventing the cops with Tim to get to their dads, and ends up sucked into Tim’s little group.

Owen is the PoV character, and we see through his eyes how Tim operates in Gotham, how Ives, Ariana, and Dana act as his support network and family, and how Jason/Red Hood plays into things.

April 11, 2013
Random plotbunny number one million and thirty four…

Industrial espionage Timbot pretending to be human in an online relationship with a soldier in Afghanistan - Jason, who unknown to him is a combat android.

February 15, 2013
In Which Tim Needs Adult Supervision (Chapter two of four)

The fic grew on me. Now featuring Jason.


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February 14, 2013
Weird, random valentine’s day fic idea:

Damian ships his mom with Bruce. Jason just wants Talia to be happy, and Tim is convinced Talia’s the ony person who could actually deal with Bruce’s crazy long-term.

Together, they put on the world’s greatest distraction to get Ra’s’ attention so Talia can spend the weekend with Bruce without her father noticing. Because it’s not like they have anything better to do on Valentine’s day.

December 29, 2012
For Knightwing12: Hound and Jason

Because you asked. Porn continues to elude me, but I’m putting this on the ‘maybe continue later’ list, and for now, Jason and Hound being cute. (When did I start writing cute? I blame the Drakestroke verse.)


It’s sunday, and there is nothing scheduled until the family patrols in the evening. No need to leave the manor walls at all.

No need to be Tim at all. Hound sits up in his bed, feeling a touch guilty for the relief that thought brings, but happy all the same. Being Tim is exhausting, sometimes.

Hound slides to his feet, soundless, and pads into the bathroom. He lets himself meet his own eyes in the mirror, cataloging the person staring back. Long black hair knots and tangles down his back, and his eyes are still heavy with sleep. He looks young, and vulnerable. Hound shakes his head, and sits down on the vanity to start combing the knots out.

“How did you even manage to get your hair in such a state?” Master asks, one hand resting on Hound’s shoulder, the other gently separating sections of hair from one another.

Hound blinks tiredly, heat sapping what little energy he had left. “There was the assassination attempt two days ago.”

“I see.” Master stroked the soft skin behind Hound’s ear, making him shiver. “You did well, pet.”

He never talks about it-with anyone-but Hound has good memories of his master too. He keeps those to himself. Navigating the complications of his identity is difficult enough with trying to reconcile his memories of Ra’s with his current life.

Hound smiles tentatively at his reflection in the mirror. It still seems odd to allow himself such openness, but he’s getting used to it. And there are some benefits to it.

“You awake yet, Ti-,” Jason cuts himself off, and rapidly corrects, “Hound? Stupid question, never mind. Alfred’s got breakfast ready, if you’re coming down.”

“I am,” Hound agrees, ducking his head, cheeks suddenly hot. Jason has that effect on him. Makes him feel younger than he can ever remember being, fumbling and shy.

“Good. Do you have any plans today?” Jason asks, offering Hound his hand. Hound flushes hotter and takes it, intertwining their fingers in a fit of daring.

“I was…” Hound trails off, licks his lips. “…the garden, I, um-”

The look Jason gives him is one of unbearable fondness, mixed with a certain anticipation. “Mind if I join you?”

“No, that would be…” Hound squeezes Jason’s hand. “Nice.”

"Freaking adorable," Jason says, lips twitching. "God, how are you so cute?"

Hound looks up at Jason through his long bangs, and offers, “Talent?”

"Talent, he says. That a euphemism for something?" Jason tugs him a little closer, until their shoulders bump.

Hound hesitates, and decides to go for broke. “I think you’d notice if I had that sort of ‘talent’, Jason.”

Jason looks confused for a moment, and then starts snickering. Hound smiles, and presses a little closer.

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