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Flying back to Cherry Street, weaving reckless in the dark, it comes down to this: Dick is the only one of his siblings that Jason has any real claim on. Dick is the only one of that whole mess of victims to Batman's cult of self-immolation who belongs to Jason. Even more than that - Dick is the only person in the world who he shares a parent with, who knows what it meant to be the Robin to Batman of nearly ten years ago.
It's just not the same anymore.
So if Dick fucking kicks it, Jason's the only one left. Jason becomes an only child. Jason becomes the last of his kind. Jason becomes the sole keeper of that memory, of a brotherhood shared under a man who no longer exists. There is no way to replace Dick, because the world that they lived in together is gone, and can never give Jason a surrogate.
The Red Hood pulls the thread on a mystery big enough to bridge the distance between two cities, two brothers: The plot they unravel is far deeper and darker than a garden-variety drug trafficking scheme. A story about siblingship, hauntings, and rivers.
1. Ostium, osti(i): Latin noun, II Declension: Door, opening; (river) mouth; entrance (to the underworld).
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- Part 1 of these and other tragedies
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27 Jul 2025
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Just looking at all these suckers, these unlucky inheritors to the family curse, makes him want to wring Batman's thick neck – but he doesn’t want them dead anymore.
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The first iteration of the Titans, Dick’s Titans, was fucking lawless. Completely unsupervised, fighting battles far outside the weight class of a half-dozen dumb fucking teenagers. They operated entirely separate from the Leaguers, closing ranks against any kind of adult intervention. It was the wild fucking west.
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Night after long night of Bruce wrestling with God for his city. Sometimes, even when every step of the plan had been executed perfectly, he’d still look at Batman and think: you just can’t win, can you?
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“It used to be fun, I swear it used to be fun. It was – half the cases we got into were fucking Looney-Tunes bullshit, yeah? I’m not saying it wasn’t grim sometimes, but it wasn’t fucking hopeless. No one got hurt, not really. Not like that. Just – tell me that’s real.”
“That’s real,” Dick says quietly.
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His eyes had been pulled to look at the ceiling, to a yellowing water stain in the corner that Alfie had never been able to banish – out, damn spot. Jason knew in that moment that they weren’t alone.
There you are, he’d thought, eyes locked on the ripples of rot. I see you.
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As a child, he hadn’t been able to find fault in the gloominess of it, in the rooms like a museological temple to loss – because Bruce was king in that strange castle, and he’d loved Bruce beyond fear of death
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Seven years since he walked back through the door that no one is meant to come out of, and the patterns reveal themselves: death on death on the face of death, uglier and uglier every time you see it. It doesn’t even mean anything anymore. Everything happens to me, Dick had said back in Jason’s kitchen – and he’s right. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
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“Happy Solstice, Jay,” Dick says a few minutes later, when he stands up to brush off the snow. “What’s that poem? Robert Frost? With the horse and the lake?”
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” Jason tells him immediately. “That’s the one you’re thinking of. ‘Between the woods and frozen lake, the darkest evening of the year.’”
“Exactly,” Dick says. “We made it. It only gets brighter from here.” -
swan, late by bigdamnher0
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics)
18 Apr 2025
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Dick laughed. “Chin up, Cass. It’s your night." He unfolded his arms, wistful, like all of it was fabulous. “Five more minutes. Nothing the perfect heir can't handle, right?”
He’d smiled, but there was a sleight of hand that occurred in that space of a second, a magician’s old trick, but before she could fully read him Dick had turned and disappeared into a sea of blonde and blue-eyed, reshifting the center of the room’s gravity.
Or: Dick & Cass vs the year the Gotham press pits Bruce Wayne's two eldest against each other. It's not a crisis—it's a metamorphosis. Probably.
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11 Feb 2026
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Canon continuation.
Complete.
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“Never let that sword leave your side again,” Jaime said fiercely, wrestling one-handed with the buckle at her waist. “In the spring, when I sail to Tarth to look for your bones, when I dig through whatever pile of refuse the Golden Company uses to dispose of the corpses of fools who pound on the gates of captured keeps demanding honorable single combat from sellswords, I expect to find that blade in your hand so that I need not waste time trying to identify you by your crooked teeth!”
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She kicked him under the covers. He looked over at her and smiled. “Come spar with me.”
She looked down at their entwined bodies. “Haven't we--”
“No,” he said, sitting up and reaching for his clothes. “Let's spar.” -
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13 Jan 2026
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Heaven wouldn’t hurt so bad, would it?
“Well, it was the words of the Major that kept me going. Something he said at the very beginning, about how we’ll never be number one again if we don’t try. So I tried to be number one. And here I am before y’all.”
Hell, then.
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Pete wished for Ray to live.
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12 Jan 2026