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There are Event weeks in Gotham!
Even Red Hoods goons participate.
To the growing horror of said Red Hood.So, what does one Crime Lord do?
He sends them videos of course!“I have no clue why Gotham needs to have a fucking Nightwing appreciation week, but apparently here we go. And because I have seemingly hired complete idiots, you are – again – fully on board with this bullshit. And I have to hear about it. Day and Night. Wherever the fuck I go. So, it’s time for a few ground rules or none of you will make it to day three of this shit, because you will be all dead and I will have lost my mind!”
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07 Feb 2026
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You know the fics in which Omega Jason gets rescued by his pack and everything is warm and fuzzy?
I love them.This is not one of them.
Jason has the worst heat ever and he is all alone.
If only that were all and Nightwing didn't decide to fight him afterwards.Bookmarked by Koitma
05 Feb 2026
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I Don't Get To Lose It by That_One_Computer_Geek (T1CG)
Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Nightwing (Comics)
08 Apr 2025
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Dick has always been the responsible one—the one who holds the line, keeps his cool, and plays by the rules. But after a long night of venting to Jason Todd about how he envies Red Hood's freedom to unleash hell, Dick comes home to find a custom-made Red Hood suit waiting for him. The note? Classic Jason: "Go nuts, Dickhead."
He knows it’s a bad idea. He knows he shouldn’t.
But Jason’s out of town. The city’s still a mess. And maybe—just this once—it’s time he stopped playing nice.
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19 Jan 2026
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Jason drops his hand. Dick blows the smoke out slow, sweet rotting staining the air lightly, so different from the heavy scorch of warehouse smoke. They stare at the twisted oak tree. Jason cracks first.
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
Dick hums, taking another inhale. Smoke passes between his lips as he answers. “I didn’t know you did, either.”
Jason shrugs. He doesn’t mention that he had tried smoking leaning against the fire escape of his apartment, that it had ended with him curled up in a shaking ball pressed against the rotting tile of his bathroom floor, fingers scraping at long healed scars.
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Jason will smoke. He will. He needs to. Dick doesn't let him do it alone.
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06 Jan 2026
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“Hood?”
There’s a dead body on the floor. The boy’s throat is bared open, too many slashes to justify it as impersonal. He has Tim's face, mouth parted in a silently deafening scream, eyes blue and scared and unseeing.
Jason squeezes his eyes shut, lets out a breath, and looks away. It’s not real, he repeats to himself. It’s Fear Toxin. It's Crane. It’s something that could’ve happened but didn’t. It's not real, it’s not real, it’s not real.
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Jason gets hit with fear toxin. His older brother is there, for better or for worse.
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06 Jan 2026