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.
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The fic grew on me. Now featuring Jason.
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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.
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.)
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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.
Because as cute as the idea of Jack/Tim is, Tim’s much more a creature of fear than snow.
And Cass spent almost a decade running, looking for a way to atone for what she’d done.
And Steph walked on eggshells around her parents as a child, because she there was no consistency in her family.
And Jason watched his mother die by inches and ended up on the street.
And Damian got pushed too far, too soon.
They’re all shaped by fear. It was the crucible that formed their identities. Tim’s fear drove him to be exacting, precise, always with a backup plan and a list of possibly contingencies. Cass’s fear gave her a purity of purpose, a single-minded determination to never kill again. Steph’s fear made her resilient, capable of getting up and going on in the face of seemingly insurmountable barriers. Jason’s fear taught him compassion and righteous fury, seeing himself in the faces of other victims and survivors. Damian’s fear is still so much a part of him he can’t acknowledge it, or see past it, but he’s learning too, taking chances on people, opening up despite his past experiences.
Fear isn’t an enemy. It’s an ally. It’s the restraining hand that keeps you from diving off a cliff because it looks fun. Fear’s a guard and a guide, the loyal second who asks if that’s really the best course of action.
And Pitch is proud of his Gotham brats. Gotham’s one of the last places children really do still believe in the bogey man. Gotham is Pitch’s city, and he’s practically the batclan’s patron saint.
Because I had all these fragments already written, and I’m proud of them. The ‘Tim and Jason both killed by the joker’ idea I mentioned earlier.
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So it turns out that Talia got Ra’s’ permission to use the pit on Jason new 52. Which is different from pre-reboot where she did it not only without his permission, but explicitly against his wishes.
I was thinking about this in connection with Miss Hearts euphemism verse. Specifically the part where Jason is taking care of Tim after his…spectacular self-implosion. And then thinking, considering Jason’s relationship with Talia in the pre-reboot, it makes sense that in verse where Talia and and Ra’s both approved of Jason’s Lazarus pit exposure, that he might have a similar relationship with Ra’s.
And if Jason was thus a student of sorts both of them, then when he took Tim in, it makes sense that both of them would be curious about their student’s new student.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this exactly, but it mostly involves a sort of shared custody or and between Ra’s and Jason over Tim, and some thoughts about Tim’s chameleon nature. Specifically, what the differences between Jason’s Robin, Ra’s’ Robin, and Tim Drake were, or would be.
Also the the image of Jason sitting in league base somewhere, mentally cursing Bruce out, because he did not sign up for this shit, goddammit, and how the fuck is this his life, even?
A specific image I got was Jason watching a video feed of Ra’s and Tim when they, quite unexpectedly, ran into Bruce. Probably with Talia and Dusan (the white ghost, Ra’s albino son, for those unaware) watching with him.
(Jason stared at the screen, and mentally cursed. Because of course, Bruce had to show up at the worst possible moment-when Tim was fully immersed in his persona as Ra’s’ student. Getting Tim to come out of persona even when a mission was over was difficult. Getting him to break persona in the middle of a mission? Impossible.
On the screen, Tim-dressed in a draping gray cloak, face bland and eyes cold-tilted his head toward Ra’s, gaze automatically skipping over Bruce and Damien as if they did not exist.
“Sir?” Tim asked, voice quiet and marked with a slight accent he didn’t have as Jason’s Robin.
“Ignore them Timothy,” Ra’s told him, as if that would solve the problem. Tim nodded, smiling slightly at the opportunity to please one of his teachers.
Jason could see the fury settling in on Bruce’s face. He winced, aware of Talia mortified presence beside him.
Jason, Talia, and Dusan all exchanged identical, exasperated glances.
“Your dad is an idiot,” Jason told them in an undertone.
Dusan’s face was pained. “We are aware of that.”
“Well, well aware,” Talia added.)
Mostly, I’m just picturing Jason, Tim, Talia, Ra’s and Dusan being hilarious and dysfunctional together. Especially Jason and Dusan, who I’m picturing as friends due to their shared status as the only sane men in the room.
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What if Sheila and Janet were actually sisters, making Tim and Jason unknowing cousins?
They took the baby, Jane, away when Sheila was seven. Mom and Dad never recovered from that. Sheila didn’t really recover either. Little baby Jane had been hers, Dad gone all day, Mom too sick and too tired to take care of her daughters. Sheila had feed her and rocked her and changed diapers and played peek-a-boo, and the fact that Jane liked her better than Mom made it all worth it. And then the DYFS took her away.
Sheila’d learned not to think to hard on it, not to remember the baby she’d raised for three years. The hurt had scabbed over, and for years, Sheila thought the wound was healing.
Then Jason was born. Jason with his pretty infant-blue eyes and his toothless grin, all Sheila could see was Jane, little baby Jane, what’s to stop them from taking Jason too?
This lady who left him and who he has every right to be kind of peeved at (and this is before youknowthething)
and he’s thinking about her feelings and her situation and how hard it must’ve been for her
and on top of doing better than most male anythings ever he’s just like
he’s giving her a hug
and she’s touching his hand
and they’re bonding
and he cares about her, this lady he just met
like he cares about everyone else who’s ever existed
Jason this is my formally asking you to stop
Shit, stop making me want to reread the atrocity that was that comic :/
What’s really fucked up about A Death is that with all its bullshit, offensiveness, victim blaming and stupidity, it has some truly beautiful moments like this and fantastic art all around.
How the fuck do you do that?!
Oh hell, I’m getting Sheila Haywood feels. Fuck. She’s got even less canon than Janet, she’s an even worse mother than Janet, and I definitely don’t need another complicated Robin momma in my head…
Goddammit, I’m going to end up writing her, aren’t I?
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reposting bc i didn’t want new 52 panels anywhere near my blog but THIS IS EXCELLENT COMMENTARY
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A part of me genuinely hopes for an Oprah-like reveal of Hannibal’s appetites, where he points to everyone in the room and goes
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