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Jason's had a long night, trying to maintain his control over Gotham's underworld - he wasn't supposed to get roped into rescuing Tim Drake, of all people.
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14 Feb 2026
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A Disclaimer From Your Friendly Neighborhood Oracle:
The following is a transcript of Patrol Communications Audio written by state of the art transcription technology, IRIS (Interpretation of Recorded Intelligence Software). IRIS was created to provide easily searchable records, automatically, and eliminate the need to transcribe each patrol audio log manually. That being said, IRIS is still experimental, and may not always be entirely accurate.
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(01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin-Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood-
Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious.
Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route-
Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up.
Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.
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13 Jan 2026
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I'll top the bill, I'll overkill by Mist-managed (Greyspaces13)
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
07 Oct 2024
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The thing is, Jason’s really fucking good at what he does. He doesn’t need to whip out the magic swords to get the job done. Most of his battles can be won with muzzle flash and knives gleaming silver in the moonlight. Perhaps the occasional rocket launcher. What can he say, he’s got style.
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- Part 7 of Whumptober 2024
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12 Jan 2026
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Lower I Get, the Higher I'll Climb by Mist-managed (Greyspaces13)
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
15 Oct 2024
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The key difference, here and now- Robin can fight back. Jason Todd cannot.
Well, he can put up a bit of a struggle, nothing out of character for a kid who survived three years on Gotham streets. He can scratch and bite and punch wild- but none of the more helpful stuff, the backflips and complicated throws.
Not for this.
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- Part 15 of Whumptober 2024
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12 Jan 2026
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Dick wakes up, probes his side. Under the lucid heaviness of sleep, he’d dreamt his ribs gone, wound sticky. In his dream, Jason’s fingers had touched a place in his chest cavity that will never be touched again. He’d taken the knife– a jagged hunting blade– and sliced Dick from pelvis to throat. Gooey with blood, he had dipped his fingers into Dick’s stomach and started to rip at the fine tissue around his organs. Dick had gasped wetly as his lungs were probed, his liver given a squeeze.
“Mon petit aile,” Jason whispered as he unspooled Dick’s intestines, but it was a Jason who had been allowed to grow older. A Jason who loomed over Dick with the strength of a grown man.
In the dark of his bedroom, Dick does not curl up, swell and cry, but instead– he desperately, despairingly, achingly wishes for Jason to touch him again. To make him hurt, like he’s always made Dick hurt. Not just his ribs but his cheek, his hand, his soft insides.
To take everything that’s owed to him.
This is Dick Grayson: a desperate animal chasing after dead boys that remind him of his mother. He sinks his teeth into skin and calls it love; he has never known how to love any other way.
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07 Jan 2026
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ohhhhh im in pieces dearest author I owe you my first second and third born children hhhh