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Our Bones on the River Bottom by Miles_2_Go
Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics)
06 Oct 2021
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"You have to let go, Dickie," Jason panted. "Don't make me take you with me. You can't do that to me. You can't do that to them. Just let go."
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- Part 1 of Whumptober 2021
- Part 10 of Jason, Birds, and Bats
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those we love the best by Miles_2_Go
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Nightwing (Comics)
19 Aug 2021
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But right now his hands were shaking too much. He was having too much trouble stopping the bleeding on his own. He couldn’t stitch himself up like this.
His hands never shook. He wouldn’t have survived as long as he had with unsteady hands. Steady with a rifle, steady with a pistol, steady with a grapple, steady with stitches.
But he wasn’t steady right now.
And goddammit he needed help.
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Jason Todd thinks he's all alone, but he finds out how wrong he is.
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- Part 8 of Jason, Birds, and Bats
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He hadn’t meant to get in the way of the blast. He hadn’t meant to shove Bruce away. It had been automatic, instinctual.
Foolish.
Something Robin would do. Not Red Hood.
[Or: Jason's a little more injured. Dick a little less. Gotham isn't that big of a city.]
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THE HUES IN OUR HAIR COMPLIMENT ONE ANOTHER. by orpheusaki
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
25 Jun 2022
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"I have scars too." It's an offering, something small and fragile clasped in his palm. Bruce offers the hand holding the dangerous vulnerability of his life to Jason, waiting.
Jason turns to look at Bruce over his shoulder, and Bruce sees the moment understanding fills the boy's eyes. Sometimes Jason acts too old for his age, filled with empathy beyond his years.
He reaches out and accepts the small offering, holding it carefully in his own damaged hands.
(The first time Bruce washes his son's hair.)
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- Part 1 of MURKY WATERS.
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"Hey B!"
Bruce stills in his seat, and then, he laughs.
It's silent, and painful as it scrapes the bottom of his chest, and Bruce can't help but bring his hands up to cover his face. The house clothes he's wearing are suddenly too tight and too warm, and Bruce is sure he's about to die with how terrible he feels all of a sudden. Maybe Alfred had finally caved and poisoned Bruce's tea.
His eyes sting when he finally moves his hands away from his face, squinting at the sudden influx of light. Finally, Bruce spares a look to the empty seat in front of him.
For a moment, he sees a boy.
(There is a little ghost in Wayne Manor.)