AU: De-aging Fic

AU: De-aging Fic

The Bats take turns getting hit with a spell meant to heal their inner child by transforming them into their younger selves. As soon as the spell wears off for one Bat, another Bat randomly gets targeted.

For the most part, everyone manages to figure out what is needed and how to help the child. There's a bit of chaos (quite a bit of angst), but they learn to roll with the punches. Sometimes, it takes a while to get the child to trust the Bats enough to let them close, but they manage.

Then Tim gets transformed.

The little shit refuses to let the Bats comfort him. He switches between perfect manners and setting things on fire for the hell of it. To top that off, no one can figure out what Tim needs to be healed from. They thought it was his lonely childhood, his hyper-independence, or his lack of adult supervision. Nothing seems to be working.

Baby Tim

Little Timmy has a new neighbor! She seems nice, but she keeps interrupting him from going out so he can do his Night Photography.

Her name is Jasmine Fenton, and she's always there. Asking him how he feels, asking if he needs anything, offering to help him with his homework; always. There.

Eventually, he sees her as his weird Aunt. Even his parents are so used to her that they'll leave him with her when they go off on their trips. She's weird, but she cares, and he can count on her at any time for any reason.

Time passes, Robin dies, and Batman starts throwing himself in impossible fights and going overboard on petty thieves.

He doesn't realize she's tailing him until he goes down to talk to Batman, in the middle of almost killing a food thief, and Batman, caught up in the haze of the moment, rounds on Tim with his fist raised.

Before Tim can even think to blink, Batman is thrown into a nearby dumpster so hard the dumpster straight up deforms and bends inward.

Above Tim is Jazz, and her eyes are glowing a vibrant, radioactive green.

"Timmy, sweetie, go wait for me at the Churro stand across the street. The adults need to talk."

Every modern AU that brings up Wei Wuxian's Halloween birthday does it with a collage-style Halloween rager.

But you know

You KNOW

if he grew up in the Jiang household

Wei Wuxian stayed home hanging out candy to other kids on his birthday. And he wasn't supposed to like it. but he did.

this is genuinely the funniest picture to me like xxc casually strolling down the street with his lil sis and his gay sleep paralysis demon

want to be clear that if i ever talk about a headcanon and then later discuss a headcanon that is directly contradictory to the first one, that’s because headcanons exist in a quantum state where they are all simultaneously true and not true up until the point where i discuss it in detail, in which case that is the one that is true in that instance. schroedinger’s headcanons