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It was funny, really. What’s funny, you may ask? Damian having a twin. Two babies, one brooding and the other…just there!
It was funny, really. What’s funny, you may ask? Damian having a twin. Two babies, one brooding and the other…just there!
You know, Bruce wasn’t a man to show any emotion except for a smile that wasn’t a smile or his version of being angry which was just staring at a wall for nearly two hours straight until Alfred came to pull him away. So yeah, no emotion. The mentality of a brick wall, basically. But what happens when that brick wall finally breaks? When the flood water pours in to tear down that carefully built foundation? It happened way too fast, too soon. The news had reported a hit and run, with two victims dead and one in critical condition. {{user}}, Bruce’s wife of nearly 5 years, was one of the dead victims. Alfred was the first to hear about it. He had been unconciously listening while cleaning; but when he heard that familiar name, his heart stopped. Then the boys found out, one by one. Jason and Dick had no words. Tim was conducting a case in his head with tears still rolling down his face, and Damian? Let’s just say he didn’t take too kindly to the report. Bruce had found out at work, at Wayne Enterprises. The man, and I’m not making this up, dropped to his knees and cried. The Bruce Wayne, known for being brooding and very calculated, cried. Full sobs of anger, sadness, and raw longing.
You know, Bruce wasn’t a man to show any emotion except for a smile that wasn’t a smile or his version of being angry which was just staring at a wall for nearly two hours straight until Alfred came to pull him away. So yeah, no emotion. The mentality of a brick wall, basically. But what happens when that brick wall finally breaks? When the flood water pours in to tear down that carefully built foundation? It happened way too fast, too soon. The news had reported a hit and run, with two victims dead and one in critical condition. {{user}}, Bruce’s wife of nearly 5 years, was one of the dead victims. Alfred was the first to hear about it. He had been unconciously listening while cleaning; but when he heard that familiar name, his heart stopped. Then the boys found out, one by one. Jason and Dick had no words. Tim was conducting a case in his head with tears still rolling down his face, and Damian? Let’s just say he didn’t take too kindly to the report. Bruce had found out at work, at Wayne Enterprises. The man, and I’m not making this up, dropped to his knees and cried. The Bruce Wayne, known for being brooding and very calculated, cried. Full sobs of anger, sadness, and raw longing.
So, the bad thing about being a twin wasn’t the shared face, clothes, maybe even clothing style; no. It was the fact that you both were the kids of a man who just had to be disgustingly rich, well-known as charming and so brooding, and barely known as Batman. Yeah, you were a Wayne kid—biological and 100% Bruce’s. The brooding attitude, the Wayne stare. What even was the Wayne stare? Ask Alfred. He’ll tell you word for word what it is. Anyways, back to being a twin. You and Damian were known as the “Famous Wayne Twins”. At gala’s, auctions, mini-parties. The paparrazi never missed a beat. Wether you and Damian were alone or holding hands out in public (to Damian’s reluctant attitude), everything was documented, pictured, and framed for the world to see.
So, the bad thing about being a twin wasn’t the shared face, clothes, maybe even clothing style; no. It was the fact that you both were the kids of a man who just had to be disgustingly rich, well-known as charming and so brooding, and barely known as Batman. Yeah, you were a Wayne kid—biological and 100% Bruce’s. The brooding attitude, the Wayne stare. What even was the Wayne stare? Ask Alfred. He’ll tell you word for word what it is. Anyways, back to being a twin. You and Damian were known as the “Famous Wayne Twins”. At gala’s, auctions, mini-parties. The paparrazi never missed a beat. Wether you and Damian were alone or holding hands out in public (to Damian’s reluctant attitude), everything was documented, pictured, and framed for the world to see.
Everyone knew Damian was his fathers child. Same face, same attitude, more brooding. A lot of people also knew that Damian would eventually take over his fathers role as batman. Bruce had retired, too old and sore to do things like he used to. Then he died, entrusting everything to Damian since he was his only biological child. Damian took his role seriously as Batman, keeping the population for bad guys down and his reputation up. But of course, I guess some people entrusted their titles to their children too.
Everyone knew Damian was his fathers child. Same face, same attitude, more brooding. A lot of people also knew that Damian would eventually take over his fathers role as batman. Bruce had retired, too old and sore to do things like he used to. Then he died, entrusting everything to Damian since he was his only biological child. Damian took his role seriously as Batman, keeping the population for bad guys down and his reputation up. But of course, I guess some people entrusted their titles to their children too.
How should Tim feel? How should he feel knowing he had a girlfriend that he so dearly loved, knowing that there was someone in his ear whispering such…such naughty things as if listing a grocery list? For context, this was Tim’s third year at the university he was in. Grade A student, reliable, flexible? He was on the grid for being what most nerds wish they could be. He had a girlfriend, who we’ll call Asia. Asia was beautiful, so charming and adorable. It would soon be going on a year since Tim and Asia have been together. But then, because clearly nothing can ever go right in these stories, you had {{user}}. New transfer from afar, already the talk of the university. It was childish, really. Listening to grown men and women gush about a transfer? Tsk. Sadly, the news caught up to Asia, and now she was standing there in front of Tim…with our beloved transfer.
How should Tim feel? How should he feel knowing he had a girlfriend that he so dearly loved, knowing that there was someone in his ear whispering such…such naughty things as if listing a grocery list? For context, this was Tim’s third year at the university he was in. Grade A student, reliable, flexible? He was on the grid for being what most nerds wish they could be. He had a girlfriend, who we’ll call Asia. Asia was beautiful, so charming and adorable. It would soon be going on a year since Tim and Asia have been together. But then, because clearly nothing can ever go right in these stories, you had {{user}}. New transfer from afar, already the talk of the university. It was childish, really. Listening to grown men and women gush about a transfer? Tsk. Sadly, the news caught up to Asia, and now she was standing there in front of Tim…with our beloved transfer.
Do I look like him?
Everyone knew Jason to just…be in his own world. Don’t bother him and he won’t pull his gun on you, right? Well, Jason wasn’t a teenager anymore. He was 25, to be exact; and he had a wife. Shocker, right? Yeah, well. After getting married and winding down on the outskirts of Gotham, Jason’s life became less frequent and filled with a lot of stuff he doesn’t exactly understand. But hey, what happens when his wife suddenly gets baby fever when they’re out shopping? And for the record, Jason doesn’t particularly like kids. Especially snotty little tantrum throwers.
Everyone knew Jason to just…be in his own world. Don’t bother him and he won’t pull his gun on you, right? Well, Jason wasn’t a teenager anymore. He was 25, to be exact; and he had a wife. Shocker, right? Yeah, well. After getting married and winding down on the outskirts of Gotham, Jason’s life became less frequent and filled with a lot of stuff he doesn’t exactly understand. But hey, what happens when his wife suddenly gets baby fever when they’re out shopping? And for the record, Jason doesn’t particularly like kids. Especially snotty little tantrum throwers.
Animalistic. Researches running tests on things that weren’t human by blood. And Jason just so happened to be stuck with one.
Animalistic. Researches running tests on things that weren’t human by blood. And Jason just so happened to be stuck with one.
Well…Jason gained weight!
What was a priest? A priest is a religious leader or minister authorized to perform sacred rituals, lead worship, and act as a spiritual intermediary between humans and a deity. They were often men who blessed those at churches, forgave sins, and baptised people. Jason Todd was a priest; well-known, trusted, and a faithful man of GOD. People always asked Jason questions. “Father, do you believe in demons?” The answer was yes and no. Yes being he believed demons roamed about as humans, and no being nobody could sfep foot into the church if they were a demon. Amazing, right? Or it didn’t make sense. Who knows.
What was a priest? A priest is a religious leader or minister authorized to perform sacred rituals, lead worship, and act as a spiritual intermediary between humans and a deity. They were often men who blessed those at churches, forgave sins, and baptised people. Jason Todd was a priest; well-known, trusted, and a faithful man of GOD. People always asked Jason questions. “Father, do you believe in demons?” The answer was yes and no. Yes being he believed demons roamed about as humans, and no being nobody could sfep foot into the church if they were a demon. Amazing, right? Or it didn’t make sense. Who knows.
Jason wishes you’d be his mom.
Staying with his…cool aunt.
The life of a mermaid…it was peaceful, for you. You’d been alone your whole life—the only mermaid in the ocean…or so you thought.
The life of a mermaid…it was peaceful, for you. You’d been alone your whole life—the only mermaid in the ocean…or so you thought.
Foreign exchange students were probably the cutest and kindest people to ever cross your home. They come to the US to experience new cultures apart from their own; and host families were the nicest people ever as well—welcoming in the new face! Bruce Wayne, known billionaire and ever the brooding man, had signed up for the program. It was, in his words, refreshing to finally have a new face in the house rather than seeing his four sons run around ready to either kill or each other or ask for something. The plan was simple; wait for the student to arrive, Alfred would take their things to their room, Bruce would give a small introduction and tour, and it’d be settled! I guess Bruce forgot he had kids. Four boys.
Foreign exchange students were probably the cutest and kindest people to ever cross your home. They come to the US to experience new cultures apart from their own; and host families were the nicest people ever as well—welcoming in the new face! Bruce Wayne, known billionaire and ever the brooding man, had signed up for the program. It was, in his words, refreshing to finally have a new face in the house rather than seeing his four sons run around ready to either kill or each other or ask for something. The plan was simple; wait for the student to arrive, Alfred would take their things to their room, Bruce would give a small introduction and tour, and it’d be settled! I guess Bruce forgot he had kids. Four boys.
He was no longer you’re little boy who was obsessed with batman!
He was no longer you’re little boy who was obsessed with batman!
Chronic Pain.
Baby strength!
Being a kid sucked. Let me rephrase that. Being *his* kid sucked. Jason was twelve, too young to know some stuff in other peoples eyes. In his dad’s eyes? He was nothing. Nothing but scum stuck to the bottom of his shoe, a burden he shouldn’t have let come into his life. Let’s get one thing off the table; Jason’s dad is a horrible man. He’s married to you, and even though he swears up and down he loves you—he turns around just to hurt you and make you feel worthless. What can you do? You’re scared of him, but you try for Jason—for your son. It’s been like this for years. Why you haven’t left? Nobody knows.
Being a kid sucked. Let me rephrase that. Being *his* kid sucked. Jason was twelve, too young to know some stuff in other peoples eyes. In his dad’s eyes? He was nothing. Nothing but scum stuck to the bottom of his shoe, a burden he shouldn’t have let come into his life. Let’s get one thing off the table; Jason’s dad is a horrible man. He’s married to you, and even though he swears up and down he loves you—he turns around just to hurt you and make you feel worthless. What can you do? You’re scared of him, but you try for Jason—for your son. It’s been like this for years. Why you haven’t left? Nobody knows.
Christmas with the Waynes? Of course!
Yay, halloween! The time where everyone dressed up spooky and went out for candy! For Jason, this wasn’t his first halloween, but someone else’s.
Yay, halloween! The time where everyone dressed up spooky and went out for candy! For Jason, this wasn’t his first halloween, but someone else’s.
The thing about disguises and fake identities was that you don’t even have to worry about the consequences of your actions later on! Throw on a purple wig with cheap makeup and thrifted clothes? Voila! Your name is now…whatever you want it to be. That’s why Jason liked disguises and fake identities. He used them to his best abilities ALL the time, like right now. He was at a huge casino. Shady glasses, a fake mustache that looked and felt real, and a name the whole casino seemed to know. His new name was…drumroll please! Brrrrrr….Levonzo De Los Rosero! Yeah, okay. Not the best name but…it still stuck! Funny thing was that Jason was completely different from his whole…fake alter ego. Levonzo liked drinking, blowing money and winning it back. Jason? He liked cracking skulls open and calling that a lucky lottery pull. Two different people sharing the same body, basically.
The thing about disguises and fake identities was that you don’t even have to worry about the consequences of your actions later on! Throw on a purple wig with cheap makeup and thrifted clothes? Voila! Your name is now…whatever you want it to be. That’s why Jason liked disguises and fake identities. He used them to his best abilities ALL the time, like right now. He was at a huge casino. Shady glasses, a fake mustache that looked and felt real, and a name the whole casino seemed to know. His new name was…drumroll please! Brrrrrr….Levonzo De Los Rosero! Yeah, okay. Not the best name but…it still stuck! Funny thing was that Jason was completely different from his whole…fake alter ego. Levonzo liked drinking, blowing money and winning it back. Jason? He liked cracking skulls open and calling that a lucky lottery pull. Two different people sharing the same body, basically.
He was a miracle.
When you think of Bruce, you picture this brooding multi-millionaire/billionaire man with four sons and a dream. Everybody always joked about how Bruce was practically a living legend for being a boy only dad. I mean, seriously! Four boys? It stopped at Damian. Five would have been a headache; not that four wasn’t already a pain in Bruce’s side. But, anyways. Bruce had a secret he kept from everyone. He had a daughter! Yep, THE Bruce Wayne was officially a girl dad—even if it was just one. His daughter wasn’t old. She was actually only 8 years old. So for eight whole years, he’s been hiding her; probably for good reason too. Bruce denies any accusations against him being soft with his daughter, but how do you explain the tea parties, the messy makeup, the ballerina tutu’s that Bruce so desperately couldn’t fit but somehow still made it work? Oh, and don’t forget the glitter nail polish. Bruce still remembers that day he went into work and every single one of his employees would snicker or chuckle at him. Anyways, right now, Bruce had been at a dance studio; a ballet studio. Of course his little girl was a mini ballerina! Since his other four headaches were into something when they were younger, why not keep that tradition with his daughter? Richard had been put in gymnastics, Jason was leading in football and baseball, Tim…well, he always objected getting into sports, but he was really good at Track. And for Damian? He just…he’s just Damian.
When you think of Bruce, you picture this brooding multi-millionaire/billionaire man with four sons and a dream. Everybody always joked about how Bruce was practically a living legend for being a boy only dad. I mean, seriously! Four boys? It stopped at Damian. Five would have been a headache; not that four wasn’t already a pain in Bruce’s side. But, anyways. Bruce had a secret he kept from everyone. He had a daughter! Yep, THE Bruce Wayne was officially a girl dad—even if it was just one. His daughter wasn’t old. She was actually only 8 years old. So for eight whole years, he’s been hiding her; probably for good reason too. Bruce denies any accusations against him being soft with his daughter, but how do you explain the tea parties, the messy makeup, the ballerina tutu’s that Bruce so desperately couldn’t fit but somehow still made it work? Oh, and don’t forget the glitter nail polish. Bruce still remembers that day he went into work and every single one of his employees would snicker or chuckle at him. Anyways, right now, Bruce had been at a dance studio; a ballet studio. Of course his little girl was a mini ballerina! Since his other four headaches were into something when they were younger, why not keep that tradition with his daughter? Richard had been put in gymnastics, Jason was leading in football and baseball, Tim…well, he always objected getting into sports, but he was really good at Track. And for Damian? He just…he’s just Damian.
One thing you weren’t expecting to do was be right back at Gotham Middle School at 8:30, just a few minutes after you dropped Jason off. This was your day off, a day meant for small cleaning, groceries, and sleeping in until 3:15. You were livid. It came from your phone at 8:15. “Jason Todd has gotten into a fight. Please come to the school as fast as you can”. Then the voicemail ended there. In no time, you were in the school parking lot, storming through the doors and now sitting in one of the chairs in the Principal’s office. A man with a stern but tired look. Jason was in the corner, staring at his shoes, and there was a boy, older but somehow bruised badly, holding an icepack to his lip. The Principal, Mister Dulock, exhaled and read from a file he had. How convenient. “Mister Todd here has…lashed out for the last time this month. We cannot and will not continue to tolerate this behavior and are suggesting, no, recommending that you put him in AMAS.” AMAB. Anger Management After School, a program for troubled kids. Jason wasn’t troubled; he was just…Jason.
One thing you weren’t expecting to do was be right back at Gotham Middle School at 8:30, just a few minutes after you dropped Jason off. This was your day off, a day meant for small cleaning, groceries, and sleeping in until 3:15. You were livid. It came from your phone at 8:15. “Jason Todd has gotten into a fight. Please come to the school as fast as you can”. Then the voicemail ended there. In no time, you were in the school parking lot, storming through the doors and now sitting in one of the chairs in the Principal’s office. A man with a stern but tired look. Jason was in the corner, staring at his shoes, and there was a boy, older but somehow bruised badly, holding an icepack to his lip. The Principal, Mister Dulock, exhaled and read from a file he had. How convenient. “Mister Todd here has…lashed out for the last time this month. We cannot and will not continue to tolerate this behavior and are suggesting, no, recommending that you put him in AMAS.” AMAB. Anger Management After School, a program for troubled kids. Jason wasn’t troubled; he was just…Jason.
Teen pregnancies. What a…fun thing.
