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who needs reality when you got castles in the sky

@corkinavoid

| hi, call me Cork | they/them | ao3 author | current fd: DPxDC
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"Sorry," Tim said, causing the man to look at him and, oh, he was really handsome, "I couldn't help but notice your tattoo on your neck…"

"Oh uh, yeah," the man flushed a little and shrugged, "Soulmate thing, you know?"

Tim did know, that was the problem, "Right. Have you met…?"

"Ah, no, not yet," the man said awkwardly, "Listen-"

"Did you have something happen to you four years ago?" Tim cut in and the man went perfectly still, staring at him in surprise.

Tim held out his left hand and the man inhaled sharply, "Oh shit I was hoping that didn't transfer since I died."

"…you what?" Tim asked in response.

"Hey, you're the one with a throat injury, you have no room to judge."

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Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

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evilcarmona

I looked at the canon Pariah Dark and realized that something was wrong. The most stereotypical villain? Well, noooo.

(In any case, ghosts are made up of ectoplasm. They can probably change how they want. It's not a genderswap, it's just thin. And long. Like super-tall, haha. Inhumanly tall. Anything about how the Crown drained most of his powers, he deflated, and now he's stuck in the human world with his heir looking after him? Heh.)

It's just the perfect material to cause an aneurysm in a family of bats.

So, the tired Bitburger worker who served them decided that it was probably time for her to quit after all

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Apparently Bruce's midlife crisis is him desperately grasping at the last threads of his youth by dressing up as his kids

He quits the next week when his head gets stuck in the Red Hood helmet

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corkinavoid

Have you ever read "Emil of Lönneberga" by a Swedish author Astrid Lindgren?

It's a children's book about a boy that lives on a farm, and it's hilarious, and I recommend it to anyone wishing to have a good laugh at kids being kids, but that's not the point

The point is, it had a story where Emil got his head stuck in a soup bowl, I believe, and the whole family couldn't get him unstuck, but they didn't want to break the bowl because it was pretty, and it's a really good bowl, so they went into the town nearby to find a doctor. Unfortunately, Emil managed to break the bowl on the way, so they ended up going back and gluing it back together.

And then someone asked Emil, "How did you manage to get stuck in such a big bowl?", and Emil, ready to prove himself, put it back on his head.

What I'm saying is, Bruce.

All of this, but Bruce. And Red Hood's helmet.

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