What Are In Your Opinion The Biggest Difference Between The Comic And The Fanon Versions Of The Other

What are in your opinion the biggest difference between the comic and the fanon versions of the other Batfamily members?

Fanon Dick Grayson: Fanon Dick is an extra sensitive guy who wants everyone to get along and is always happy and quippy. He’s emotionally affirming, gives out hugs often, eats cereal constantly, and depending on where you are in the fandom, his most noticeable trait is his ass. Fanon Dick is portrayed as effeminate to varying degrees and tends to be highly emotive and sentimental. His intelligence usually suffers from this treatment, and he’s often taken at face value for his quips and treated as the Batfamily’s sole comic relief. He’s spontaneous and reckless, jumping into battle without a plan and making things up as he goes along while shooting off a bunch of one-liners. 

Canon Dick Grayson: In canon, Dick is balanced with a more serious persona and is often upfront to people’s faces in order to solve conflict. He’s a friendly, sociable guy who quips and jokes around, but he knows when it’s work time and when it’s play time and will always put the job first– even if it means stepping on some toes. Dick has a habit of lecturing other heroes when he doesn’t think they’re taking things seriously enough, but he’ll also coordinate, offer advice, be a listener, offer levity and give praise. Dick maintains the hero community’s respect as a leader, a strategist and as one of the most trusted heroes in DCU because of how in touch he is with his moral code. Dick refuses to compromise his morals for something he thinks is wrong and is known to be as stubborn as Bruce about it. This makes him strict, but it also means heroes can trust him to never back down on what he thinks is right. Dick is driven by his empathy for other people and will sacrifice his personal life for the betterment of others, even going out of his way for neighbors and strangers. Dick consistently puts other people before himself and tries to be there for his friends despite frequently (and paradoxically) bottling up his own emotions from them. In some cases, he seems to use his levity as a defense mechanism to avoid opening up, a skill he probably mastered through being a natural performer.

Fanon Bruce Wayne: Bruce is the Ultimate Ass Hole with absolutely no redeeming qualities. He “works alone” and is borderline abusive to everyone he works with. He’s often blamed as a deeply flawed person due to the fact that he struggles with emotions. There’s also the Ultimate Bat Dad. This version of Bruce collects orphans and dads them all in his Dadcave by being supportive and noticeably emotionally affirming in their lives. Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, and Damian are all his “children” that he literally acts like a father to. He probably has fifty “#1 Dad” mugs.

Canon Bruce Wayne: Bruce is a complicated mix of both. Although Bruce has a reputation as an ass hole, his life first and foremost revolves around helping people. Bruce is a man of actions rather than words, and because he has difficulty being forthright about his emotions, his actions will sometimes come across the wrong way. (In Robin: Year One, Bruce fired Dick after Dick nearly died. Bruce did this out of concern for Dick’s safety, but he didn’t know how to put this into words, thus causing a situation where Dick felt rejected and like a disappointment.) Bruce doesn’t do this intentionally; he’s usually just uncomfortable or unaware of how to go about it. Over the years, the Batfamily has learned to understand and accept the way Bruce operates, while Bruce has learned how to be more of a team player to his allies (albeit, a team player who will still leave his team in the dark when it suits him). He even has an unexpected and witty sense of humor when he’s in the mood. Although Bruce does have complicated paternal-esque relationships with most of his proteges, most of the Batfamily does not treat Bruce as a dad because Bruce himself rarely acts like a dad. Although Bruce is extremely limited with positive emotions and his allies get frustrated with him easily, they still know he has a heroic streak at his core and respect him. Bruce is dependable, a man who stays true to his morals, and a mentor figure. He’s also distrustful, abrasive, holds virtually impossible expectations for other people, is difficult to work with, and can drive people up walls with how cavalier he is.

Fanon Jason Todd: Jason is the Ultimate Bad Boy. He’s hyper-sexual, hyper-masculine, hyper-aggressive, obsessed with bread, and a morally depraved ass hole. He’s often used as an antagonistic plot device, such as in Non-Con fics. There’s also a version of Jason Todd that gets misunderstood and secretly wants to be accepted back into the Batfamily. He comes across as stubborn and retains his bad boy street cred on the surface, but his desire to be accepted by the Batfamily persists to the point where he’ll stop killing and “be good.” His life’s ambition is to bond with Bruce again and be loved by the rest of the family. Even though he’s a mass murderer, this flaw gets hyper-glossed over because he’s "doing it for a good cause.”

Canon Jason Todd: Jason is a decent human being in the sense that he has a well-defined moral code that does get misunderstood– he’s against violent crimes and he strongly believes in protecting the weak. However, he’s also willing to kill and fight violence with violence, which means that he is actively breaking the law and committing mass murder (his kill count is over 100). Jason genuinely believes in what he’s doing. He believes Batman’s moral code is outdated, holding Gotham City back and not really protecting its citizens. Jason doesn’t enjoy killing, but he doesn’t seem to lose any sleep over it either. It’s a necessary evil in his eyes. While Jason takes huge issue with Bruce, it’s not because Bruce failed to save him. He understands that Bruce didn’t intend to let him die. Where Jason does hold a grudge is the fact that Bruce let the Joker live. Jason also shallowly resents Tim for being the “replacement.” Because Jason and Dick don’t have much of a relationship, their interactions are more neutral and antagonist in nature. They barely knew each other when Jason was Robin, and they’ve rarely talked since Jason came back as Red Hood. Overall, Jason doesn’t have many close ties to the Batfamily beyond Bruce and Alfred and it’s unlikely that he’ll ever return to the Batfamily’s inner fold because he truly believes Bruce’s methods are outdated and ineffective while his are making a difference.

Under the cut for Tim, Steph, Cass, Babs, Damian, and Helena.

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Every Jason line I could find in the DLC's audio files

college!jason and dry humping.........

oh i have so many versions of this in my head

18+ minors dni

tags: gn reader, dry humping, kissing, slight choking

it’s not jason’s fault that he asked you to study in his bedroom. i mean, you did study for what… an hour?

if it was his fault, you wouldn’t be on top of him right now, your clothed legs on either side of his grey joggers. one of your hands in his hair and the other on his defined arm, rubbing yourself against your study partner to get the tiniest taste of him.

"fuck, yeah keep doing that," he mumbles against your lips that are glossed in a mixture of yours and his saliva. one of his hands are on your hips—ironic that he’s telling you what to do when he’s guiding your movements entirely. "already hard?" you tease, feeling the obvious boner that your clothed entrance is trying to ride against.

the hand that’s cupping your cheek slithers down to your throat, tightening in what feels like a teasingly threatening way. "shut up," he kisses, biting your lip.

jason wasn’t exactly a gentlemen, but he didn’t wanna fuck you yet. he liked you, and this was his version of first base, moaning and dry humping in his room with his other roommates in their rooms, respectively. technically, he was only kissing you and rubbing against you—no harm, no foul.

you wouldn’t know with the way his lips are kissing at you hungrily, like somebody in a rush. the way he’s bucking his hips in a quick rhythm against yours to fulfill the aching between his legs. but, it’s jason todd and he’s under you and there’s not another man you’d want to be sucking your tongue.

his hand stays at your throat for another beat, pulling you closer and kissing you harder. your body adjusts, your knee hitting a journal and you have to push it away. the closeness making him feel that much better against you, and you’re beginning to wonder when he’s going to take your pants off.

but suddenly jason pulls your face back, grinning, both of your lips swollen and glossy. "think you’re gonna remember that data sequence for tomorrow?" he asks, the whole reason you’re here was to study for the quiz you both had the following day.

your head tilts while wiping your mouth with your hand, and one end of your lip pulls. "oh, all of this was some tactic to get each other to pass tomorrow, huh?" and the man who’s hands are still on your hips, playing with the band of your sweatpants laughs.

"well we’ll see tomorrow, and plan our next study session based on it." the following day you both passed, looking at each other knowingly after your score popped up on your computer screen.

"same time tomorrow?" because it couldn’t hurt to get a head start on studying.

I’ve been obsessed with soulmate AUs recently, so here’s a little idea i’ve been playing around with:

Everyone’s born with words somewhere on their body, unreadable at first. The skin is shiny, like an old scar, the words blurry and undefined. One day, you’ll see the first words you’ll ever hear your soulmate say to you, that shiny patch of skin blooming like ink (there’s superstitions about the colour your words fade into, as popular as astrology). The trick of the thing is, you won’t find out what your words are until you’ve become the person who is meant to hear them. The youngest person to get their words was seven, and the oldest 92 years young.

You and Jason meet at school, outsiders in your own way. You, the new transfer student to Gotham Prep, and Jason the newly adopted son of Bruce Wayne. You bond over your outsider status and shared interests, fast friends in no time. The kind of best friends that tell each other almost everything, comfortable in each other’s trust. Jason tells you about his fears that one day all of this, Bruce and Alfred, the manor, school, will disappear one day (he’s very careful to talk around being Robin, it’s not only his secret after all). He listens to you when you feel homesick, worried that you’ll never feel at home again. It’s a friendship built on shared secrets, on fears assuaged, and worries made better. You’ve never met Bruce or Alfred or the rest of Jason’s family. He asks you about it once, but you simply reply you prefer having Jason to yourself. That maybe one day you’ll meet, but for now your friendship is a private thing for you two alone.

Sometimes you and Jason will speculate about what your words will be, fingers tracing featherlight over still-shiny skin. Privately you hope your words will be his. It’s so easy to fall in love with Jason. The light in his eyes when he rants about the latest book he’s read, when he shares the biscuits Alfred packs for him, the way he listens to you so intently even if he doesn’t have all the answers. You can admit to yourself that you’re hopelessly in love with your best friend, but never out loud. Your friendship is one of the most important things in your life and you are terrified of destroying it.

When Jason dies, it’s like the whole world turns to ash. You never got to tell him. He died without knowing you loved him. His death rips you open like nothing ever has before, regret a constant salt in the wound. He never told you that he was thinking of leaving. It feels wrong at this point, to interrupt his family in their grief, another stranger claiming to have known their son. After all, how well did you really know him if you didn’t even know he was going to leave? Once you emerge from the fog of your grief, you turn it into fuel. You graduate and then hurry through a degree as quickly as you can. You take a position in a charity working with underprivileged children, determined that no child will ever be afraid of being tossed aside like Jason was. You make use of your Gotham Prep connections, rubbing elbows with the rich for just as long as it takes to pry open their wallets. Occasionally you see Bruce, or Dick, or the newest ward Tim at functions, always across the room before you quickly excuse yourself. You keep yourself so busy that when your words come in, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”, you barely give it a thought, just pulling the cuff of your shirt lower to cover your wrist. You never bother trying to read the rest of it. It doesn’t matter anymore.

Your world ends for a second time when you catch sight of the newspaper headlines at the local newsstand. “Lost Wayne son found alive” screams out at you, tearing into your heart bloody. You lose grip of your work bag, but manage not to lose your mind in the street. You call out sick, a first for you, and in your fog somehow make it to Wayne manor. You are indescribably rude to poor Alfred, pushing right past him, almost hypnotized by the voices coming from inside. A body tries to come between you, stopping you in your tracks. Years of grief, anger, and battered hope come roaring through you at the thought of being denied seeing Jason, alive after all this time. Your voice when it leaves you is dangerously low. “Jason Todd was my best friend and first love.” The body stiffens, but that doesn’t matter in this moment. “You are going to step aside and-” anything else doesn’t matter because a door is thrown open and there is Jason. Eyes wild, a good deal older and more scarred than before, but he’s alive. And then nothing else matters but the feel of his arms warm around you, the imprint of his jacket on your face, the smell of him largely unchanged. What catches your eye is the writing at the hollow of his throat, a stark black spreading across his collarbones.

“Jason Todd was my best friend and first love.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you felt the same.”

(I’m actually so sorry, this ask ran away with me and turned into this monster, oh my god. This AU has me in a chokehold and i need to scream about it)

- 🍂 (@fic-over-cannon)

i’ve been hoarding this in my inbox for AGES because work has been so busy lately that i never seem to get enough downtime to come up with a coherent thought let alone the brain cells to read but.

tumblr user fic-over-cannon i need u to write this immediately so i can devour it. i’m such a sucker for the childhood friends to lovers with jason because it holds so much potential. and a soulmate au too!! i’m beside myself. the last few lines of this had me feeling like i was genuinely running to find him - i can just imagine the urgency and the pain that propels you forward like you might lose him all over again if you’re not fast enough this time (not unlike bruce, i’m realising)

sighing over this and weeping into my hands

oh my god off anon is so embarrassing but congrats babygirl!!! a milestone!!! My guilty pleasure is like... a spit kink n i gotta request DC as the fandom <3 I honestly do not know what song I would fuck someone to but I have exes by tate mcrae on loop rn so maybe that for a concept 🤔 but idk if I had to choose I would fuck to oh my god by gidle. That song just screams sensual sex... congrats again bby!!

you know who would love spitting in your mouth cressie? none other than mr. dick grayson himself.

c'mon, he already can't get enough of himself as is, so when you ask him to spit on your tongue, he gets hard like a light switch. he doesn't even wanna fuck you yet, because he knows he'll get too lost in the feeling of you. dick will finger you while he lets a big fat glob of spit fall from his to yours, etching your face in his memory as he does so. he makes sure to remind you of the slut you are, to ask something so vulgar of him afterwards, maybe will help clean his spit up on you with his own tongue <3

xi’s 1k event!