Oh god, Jason slowly realizes, it's Dick Grayson."Oh my god," the man with the gun whispers, "It's the Red Hood."AKA a very serious (no it isn't) fic about finding home. It involves a chance meeting, a cat, an explosion or two, and family.…
"He only cares that Bruce is avenged because Jason left his soul with the broken body in Ethiopia. Jason Todd was dead, and in his place was something angry and ready for the sweet taste of revenge."[Fall From Grace/Revenge - Jason Todd]…
[Whumptober Day One] "There were shouts in the distance, someone yelling as dogs barked and unbearably bright lights raked through the prison yard in a desperate hope to catch a glimpse of a white jumpsuit against the grey-green grounds. White, because it was a classification colour for the more dangerous inmates, those who were in intense lockup. Murders, psychopaths, other grade-A offendable acts against the law.Jason's crime? Vigilantism, killing, being a good soldier to Gotham. The normal shenanigans."…
"Cracking the door open by a bit, he froze on the spot. There was a bundled lump on the bed, wrapped like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Through the little light of the moon, he could see the bundle shivering, curled and contorted in a way that only a Grayson could.What made time stop were the barely audible sniffling coming from his, the way it heaved and sounded so tired.Dick Grayson was always so perfect, but now he was just like Catherine."[Whumptober Day Three.]…
(Amnesia!Jason-centered with Batfam and "Outlaws" chaos) Robin Haywood (aka Black Mask) has no idea of his past. Pity, he couldn't remember his marvelous life as Jason Peter Todd. Add dead guys, zombies and Crime Lords - oh, wait, now there is a white-haired lady explaining the glowing swords. How did those two Robins get here?[Part one of 'Forget Me Not']…
A shriek cut through the chatter of nature, sending spikes through sensitive eardrums and provoking a whine.The cry of a Robin continued, panicked and soft, but grave and foreboding with an underlined warning.Every living thing held its breath, and the wind trickled to a stop, all not daring to cross the aliens. The ship - just a mere shadow with flashes of crimson-violet - crawled across the skyline of a dead Gotham, tipping the world into a solemn darkness.In the dark, where Jason had never felt more alive.AKA: How to find your way home in a zombie/alien apocalypse…
"Not even bothered to take the rope off, Tim pushed himself off the queen-sized bed, his hands finding home on Talon's neck.The laughter continued, like a soundtrack for how hilarious the whole ordeal was.Timothy Jackson Drake, brawling with the Talon of Gotham and winning."[Whumptober 2021: Day Two]…
Kori should not be flirting with the client. Jason had written it on the ratty rulebook that had seen far too much, just before the one which stated that they should never raid a client's fridge just to throw frozen underwear at said client.Jason forever regretted taking Roy on that job.…
"The crowbar broke the soft, human skin Jason was forced to endure on land. When he was a mermaid, before the traffickers got to him and before he escaped to the streets, his naturally hard skin would pulsate in the heavy pressures of the deep. With scales as tough as steel and fins of cartilage, his body could have taken a hefty bashing.But humans worked differently. They were much more fragile."[whumptober day fifteen]…
' "You got a problem with me?" the jerk spat, nearly bent in half to be eye-level with the small boy."Yes," Jason stated, because his daddy did not teach him when to shut up, "You're putting your ugly mug in my face." '[Whumptober day fourteen]…
'Brown eyes stared holes into his back, hardened if Jason searched no deeper. Her father had not taught her to speak, but her eyes seemed to beg. Beg for him to get up, begged for forgiveness, begged to know if he was alright.Green battered around his brain like an angry sea, rage blindsiding him. The voice floated to his ear, hissing and spitting like a feral animal. "It'd be a favour," it snarled, "To put her out of her misery."'[Whumptober day thirteen]…
"The knife sank past soft flesh and tendon of this thigh, biting the bone like a hot blade to butter. Jack screamed, cutting himself on talons. Crimson bubbled, copper filling the air and sending shivers down Dick's back. It was always a thrill, a game, to see who would break. It was late nights of studying and taking apart human anatomy, practicing on live animals and finally, finally, dousing himself in the spray of his kills, gold to red and snap of bones on hard ground dulled out by the screams and gurgles of prey."[whumptober day twelve: part two of Birds of a Feather Die Together!]…
"Letting bubbles of carbon dioxide escape through his nose, he sucked in oxygen that slipped through his rebreather - it was a prototype in R&D, no time to test it like the present! - with a startling difficulty.Tim was going to drown."{a snippet of the Colours au, don't need to read it to get this...}[Whumptober day eleven]…
"Then he was dead.Nightwing, who was so alive with his quips and his flips and his blinding smile, dead.No green came, no bouts of rage.Only numbness, not even fire behind his eyes."[Whumtober day nine]…
'The gun in Ric's hand did not shake, despite half his face wrapped in more bandages than Hush. "Then? Not everyone sneaks into a hospital after visiting hours other than to commit some felony. Are you a felon?""Felon?" Jason atrociously stammered, "When did you become Damian?""Who?" the patient asked.Amnesia. Right.Well, shit.'AKA:Jason meets Ric Grayson and does not like him at all.[Whumptober day ten]…
'There were bumps under his skin - signs of feathers that were going to break free. It was hell not to relieve the itch that crawled all over his body, to break the blisters that drove him to near insanity."It's just chicken pox," Kori had told him after they came back from space, "It's nothing big. Expect it to go after a few days."If Jason couldn't survive the first hours, how was he going to survive days?'[Whumptober Day Eight]…
"He wore no mask, and no cape weighed his shoulders. All he wore was a blacked turtleneck and jeans, his toes freezing in the frigid night air as his sneakers rested on the ground, long forgotten. Damian Wayne was weak, a filament of Robin who stripped of armor and weapons and left bare to the world like jewels on an auction.He was just Damian Wayne, who couldn't stop the childlike curiosity of the unknown sink its teeth into his head."[Whumptober day seven]…
"You never show that you're hungry, because if you do...You're already dead."[whumptober day six]…
"Shivering and pulling his limbs closer to himself, Jon blinked tears into his ratty jeans. He didn't understand Damian, but he did know people did things when they were scared, and they were scared of him, even though he didn't so much as lift a finger against the people he often looked up to, the heroes and heroines of the world.But now? He wished he did. Wished he had taken off into the air and escaped and hidden, safely tucked away in a probably long-forgotten Fortress of Attitude. Damian would come and save him, like he always did."[Whumptober day five]…
"The night whipped around her, the rain coming down in sheets. She never wanted to come back to Gotham, but she had to know. Was she ever loved? Did the Joker ever love her back? Were they really a crazy, love-stricken, duo?Like she always did, she jumped before she could think."[Whumptober Day Four]…