What Would You Guys Like To See In My Jason Todd X Avengers Crossover??

what would you guys like to see in my Jason Todd x Avengers crossover??

Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

It wasn’t a secret that Jason isn’t the easiest person to get along with. It was why so many people in the Justice League kept him at arms length until they needed him. So imagine Jason’s surprise when he manages to find a family in the avengers.

or: that one time Jason decided to be a decent human being and helped someone fight off a bunch of ninjas.

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Unexpected (part 1)

Today was the day that Jason decided that he hated ninjas.

It doesn’t matter how cool their tricks are, he’s seen better by now. Hell, he could probably do better.

Jason was on his way back to Gotham. He had a mission in New York that included finishing off a rapist.

The guy wasn’t dead, but Jason made sure that he would never be able to rape another child again. He also made sure that the guy couldn’t ever walk again.

All in all, he was pretty satisfied with his work. Especially due to the circumstances.

Jason made an agreement with Batman a while ago that as long as he doesn’t kill in Bruce’s territory, he would still be allowed to patrol in Crime Alley.

So he doesn’t kill in Gotham anymore and Jason doesn’t try to make it a habit to kill out of Gotham either.

The bats would find out and frankly, Jason wasn’t in the mood to get beaten up again.

He still remembers the day he shot Penguin like it was yesterday. The fists continuously pounding against his skull as he let Batman drag him across the rooftop, too lost in the thoughts of Artemis and Bizarro disappearing.

When he glanced up, he could see everything in slow motion. He saw how Batman wasn’t pulling his fists, hitting Jason so hard that he was surprised he wasn’t already dead.

It was only because of Roy that Jason was still breathing. Without Roy, Jason doesn’t know where he would be right now.

It was Roy that held Jason when he dreamt of the Joker and crowbars. When he dreamt of Batman choosing the clown over him. When he dreamt and sometimes even felt the batarang slicing his throat open once more.

And more often than not, he dreamt of Batman’s hateful gaze as he continued to beat Jason— his son!- up for shooting a blank, talking about how he never should’ve given Jason another chance.

How he never should’ve taken Jason in.

But of course, the moment he returns to Gotham, Bruce demands for his help on a mission.

Jason couldn’t decline. He could argue with Batman, fight him even— but not Bruce. Never Bruce.

The mission was a success and everyone went on their separate ways. Meaning that the bats went back to the cave and Jason went to his nearest safe house, left to tend for his own wounds.

It was like nothing ever changed.

Like last time, it didn’t take long for Jason to get overwhelmed.

His missions with the bats began to happen more often and they were beginning to prod into his personal life.

Jason’s been switching his route every day for the past few months, hoping that no one would follow him back to any of his safe houses.

The last thing he needed was for them to find something personal and use it against him.

More than once, Jason could see his eyes flashing green. His head yelling at him, the voices getting louder as they urged him to kill Batman.

Jason needed to leave. He couldn’t lose control of the rage again. He doesn’t think he can handle the guilt this time.

It was pure luck that he heard that Arthuro Strump was on his way to New York, hoping to leave Gotham before karma caught up to him.

It gave Jason an excuse to leave the city, get his mind off of things, and give that scum what he deserved.

Arthuro decided to take advantage of twenty-seven kids from Crime Alley, thinking that no one would notice them since they were nothing but runaways.

But Red Hood noticed. And he would always notice, especially when a mixture of both boys and girls missed their weekly check-in with him.

With the bodies continuously piling up in the Alley, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.

Jason promised that he would protect Crime Alley, and unlike others, he doesn’t break any of the promises he’s made.

Which is why Jason doesn’t know why he decided to help this dude fight off a bunch of ninjas.

He aimed his gun towards the leg of one of the men and fired, successfully taking out the last ninja.

Jason spun his guns around his hands before putting them back to the holsters. He turned to face the archer, “First time being chased by ninjas?” he asked, tilting his head.

“I wish.” the archer scoffed, “You’d think they’d have given up by now.”

Jason laughed, “What can I say, they’re motivated.”

The guy smirked, “Must be the paycheck.” The blonde held his hand out for a fist bump, “I’m Clint.”

He returned it, “Jason.”

They talked for a few minutes and he had to admit that it felt nice talking to another vigilante that didn’t act like Jason was a psychotic murder.

When Clint finished tying up the last ninja, his rant about someone eating the last pop tart ended as well.

Jason held out his hand to pull up the Avenger.

“So, where’d you learn how to fight?” Clint asked, patting dirt off of himself. “Not anyone can use guns the way you do and not accidentally kill a person or two.”

For some reason, Jason felt his face heat up. He couldn’t help but feel grateful for his helmet at times like this.

“I happen to have very good aim.”

“You don’t say.”

Jason couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “I’ve had a lot of teachers,” he admitted. “I can’t even remember half of them.”

And Jason didn’t want to either.

Over half of the teachers Jason had during his time with Talia were dead. He killed them.

Jason didn’t regret it one bit.

He did miss Ducra though. That old woman taught him so much in those few months.

Jason wouldn’t be the person he is today without her.

Clint gave him an understanding look and to Jason’s surprise, he didn’t pressure him to talk about it. Instead, he reached onto one of his pockets and gave Jason a business card.

“You helped me, so it’s only fair that I can help if you ever need it,” Clint answered when Jason gave him a questioning look. “You can text me whenever though. I have some friends that’ll love to meet you.”

“Thanks,” Jason took the card. “So do the Avengers just hand out business cards with their personal number on it whenever someone decides to be nice?”

Clint laughed and shook his head, “No, we just give them to the people we like.”

Under his helmet, Jason flushed harder. No one ever said that they liked or even enjoyed his company.

“Thank you.”

Clint gave him a salute before running towards the jet in front of them, “You’re welcome. Text me soon!”

Jason’s tongue couldn’t form sentences properly so he nodded.

The Avengers were not as bad as Batman made them out to be. But then again, no one ever was.

Jason should know by now that he shouldn’t trust Batman as much as he does. Especially when he opens his mouth and slanders people like Tim drinking his eighth cup of coffee. But it’s hard.

When he asked Talia about it, she said that it’s like a bad habit.

Something that you know you should stop doing but you just can’t. It’s a lack of self-control.

At least he has something to brag about when he meets up with Roy. He knows that the red-head looked up to Hawkeye.

If Jason decides to text the man, maybe he can arrange for them to meet up.

Or maybe not.

Jason might’ve felt overwhelmed by the bats but they were still his family. No matter what the green in his head whispered.

And even then, at least Jason knows that they still considered him worth keeping. Even if it was only for missions.

Plus, if anyone found out that Jason became -friends- acquainted with an Avenger, they would cast him out again.

He couldn’t risk that. Not again.

Jason should crumple the card and throw it away. He should burn it and let the evidence fly away.

But Clint was so easy to talk to. He didn’t judge Jason. And Jason didn’t feel like he had to put up an act around him.

Jason didn’t have to play the act of the brash, arrogant, impulsive vigilante.

He was just Jason.

Before he could change his mind, Jason saved the number on his personal phone— the one Roy made- with the contact on a hawk and an arrow.

Jason didn’t have to text the man. But it was nice having another number on the device that wasn’t Roy or Kori.

The bats didn’t need to know about the meetup. If Jason was good at one thing, it was keeping secrets.

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Note:

guess who finally decided to write the jason todd x avengers crossover that’s been on her mind for weeks now.

me.

this chapter is short but it was required so that I could properly set up the next chapters. I have so many ideas for this and I can’t wait to start writing for this fanfic.

school is coming up next week though so I don’t know how frequently I can update but hopefully I’ll be able to post the chapters somewhat frequently.

I’m gonna be a sophomore in high school so wish me luck. Especially since I have no idea what I’m doing.

please, please, please, leave a comment. i love reading them and they’re an amazing tool of motivation for me when I feel like not writing. and if you don’t wanna leave a comment, that’s fine. hit that kudos button though. (i felt like a whole youtuber typing that out.)

and if you just wanna chat or if you want to request any ideas, message me on my tumblr. i would love to talk to you!

Hello,I really like your fic Unexpected,just wanted to request please don't abandon this fic.I really love your idea of avenger x Jason and jealous batfam.

don’t worry!!! I don’t plan on ever abandoning any of fanfics. I’ve just been super busy and I haven’t had time to write

everyone shut up im thinking about how the entire time jason was robin it was always about him caring about the people he was protecting because that was what mattered to him :( bruce and dick first started being vigilantes because they wanted justice for their parents' murders but it was never about that to jason !! he cared! so much! even when he was being written as "angry and violent" is was always because he CARED about the people that were in danger and wanted to make the victims feel safe and happy :( he became robin and it was about love for a city and its people more than anything else :( then in death in the family he ignored bruce's orders because he thought that sheila was in danger and he cared about saving her! AND THEN even after she betrayed him he still got up after being beaten nearly to death and tried to get her out, and when he couldnt get out of the warehouse he threw himself in front of the bomb so that sheila wouldnt get hurt despite the fact that she had given him straight to joker and hadn't cared when she hurt him :( his time as robin up until the very last second was about love and care and protection no matter what :((((

We're Tired of Him

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We’re Tired of Him (part 5)

Jason frowned as he studied the scene in front of him. Everyone was fighting each other on who should ask the kid the first question.

The room was loud and…

His eyes turned to the couch where Damian resided, frowning as he replayed the earlier events.

Damian was off.

The intense look on his face softened by a fraction when he realized that this was the calmest he has ever seen Damian. The kid looked

like the kid he was supposed to be. As if he was just about to take a nap after a stressful day at school.

And wasn’t that fucked up?

The most at peace he’s ever seen Damian was when he was drugged up and drunk.

Jason felt someone watching him. When he turned, he met Tim’s eyes for a brief second before Tim quickly turned away, frustrated and… jealous?

He scoffed to himself. Now he knew that he was definitely imagining things. What would Tim even be jealous of?

“Look,” Tim practically snarled at the room. “I know that all of you had a bad experience with Damian’s normal Damian-ess.” Eyes followed Tim as he walked around the room, “But you guys weren’t the ones that he tried to murder.” Tim paused before adding, “Multiple times.”

Jason tried to keep his body language at ease. It never made sense to him that Tim forgave Jason but never Damian.

The room was quiet before Wally spoke up. “Go ahead, then.”

Tim walked towards Damian and he didn’t care enough to hide the grin forming on his face as he felt the room watching him.

He stopped in front of the brat, who was about to fall asleep. Tim rolled his eyes. Was it past the kid’s bedtime or something?

Tim wanted to slap Damian awake. Wanted to look down at him as he stared up at him, all bleary-eyed and hurt. That would’ve just been the beginning.

But Tim knew he couldn’t. Not with Dick and Jason watching him.

Jason.

He saw how the man looked at Damian with that stupid softened expression that was and should only be reserved for Tim!

He closed his eyes for a few seconds and let out a breath.

Tim gently shook Damian awake.

The brat squinted up at Tim and tilted his head to the side. It was cute, even he could admit that. But Tim also knew the truth.

Behind that face was nothing but the fucking devil.

Damian’s eyes were unfocused and Tim decided that it would be the perfect time to ask his question.

“Why did you try to kill me?”

Tim’s voice cracked and it was full of so much insecurity that even Dick couldn’t hide his flinch.

He knew that Tim still wasn’t over that incident but he thought that his youngest brothers were making progress. Sure it was small. But at least it was still there.

Right?

He brought his hands up to his face. What would Star do?

“My mom told me to do it,” Damian answered.

If Dick thought that the room was quiet before, it was completely silent now.

His eyes watched as Tim clenched his fists.

Dick’s eyes met Jason's who nodded in understanding.

All Tim could see was red.

“What do you mean your mom told you to do it?” His voice grew louder, angrier. “I went through all that just because you followed mommy’s orders? WHAT ARE YOU? SOME SORT OF FUCKING PUPPET?”

Tim could see small tears begin to form in Damian’s eyes and he relished in it.

He scoffed, “Well Dami.” he spat the brat’s name with as much disgust as he could muster. “Aren’t you gonna be a good little puppet and answer my question?”

Tears ran down Damian's face as he responded. “Yeah,” he whispered, trying to wipe the tears off his face. “I was bred and raised to be the perfect soldier. To follow orders and to follow them with no hesitation. If I didn’t…” Damian’s voice trailed off, something getting caught in his throat.

Before Tim could tell Damian to hurry up and answer the damn question, someone beat him to it. “What happens if you don't follow orders, Damian?”

Jason asked the question softly as he gestured for someone to grab him a cup of water.

Not even a second later, a cup was in his hand. He knelt on the floor so he could gently tilt the water into Damian’s mouth, wiping as many tears as he could running down his face.

“Thank you.” the kid murmured to him.

Jason gave him a small smile, “Always.” he assured before his face grew serious again. “But can you answer my question? Please.”

Dick saw the pointed look Jason sent him.

Change of plans, he guessed.

He stood up, heading towards Tim. No one noticed as they were too busy staring at Jason and Damian.

Tim was staring at the two of them too, not even acknowledging Dick as he led them back to the other seats.

It became obvious that Damian didn’t want to answer the question. Wally ran a hand through his hair. This was taking too long. He wanted it to be his turn.

The drink they gave to Damian at the beginning of the night was obviously not enough. And if anyone asked if he added more alcohol to the drink he handed to Jason earlier, he would deny it.

No harm, no foul.

“Since the brats not answering your question.” he yelled out, “Can it be our turn?” he gestured to the rest of the Teen Titans who looked bored out of their minds.

Jason looked like he wanted to argue but Tim sighed. “Just let them have their turn, Jay. We can coax the answer out of the brat, later.”

Jason’s eyes narrowed, “Fine.” Tim’s eyes lit up and he patted the seat next to him. Jason took the hint and sat next to his brother.

It was obvious that Jason was still lost in his thoughts but Tim didn’t care. Jason was next to him. Acting brotherly towards Tim. Not Damian, him.

“So Damian,” Wally leaned forward and he could see just how red Damian’s eyes were. He hoped that the camera was getting a clear view of this. “How do you feel about the team?”

“They don’t like me.”

That was all Damian said. It was clear, precise, and straight to the point.

Tim scoffed, “At least he’s aware.” he whispered under his breath.

Jason nudged him and sent Tim a warning look. Tim scowled.

Dick spoke up, this was the opening he was looking for. “Do you know why?”

Damian didn’t answer.

“Even while he’s drunk, he can’t follow directions.”

Dick ignored that remark. “Come on, Dami.” Dick urged, trying to get the answer out of his little brother. “Do you know why your team doesn’t like you?”

Damian's body began to tremble and tears began forming in his eyes once more. He clenched his fists, “Cause I’m stupid and useless and I can’t do anything right.” he attempted to wipe his tears away but more just came coming. “I tried to get them to like me,” he confessed. “But it didn’t work.”

Maybe it was because of how pathetic Damian looked but even Wally began to feel bad.

“What do you mean you tried to get us to like you?” Crush asked.

“I apologized.” Damian started, “And I know it wasn’t enough so I tried to start a conversation. Tried to connect with them. But it didn’t work either.” Damian stared at his hands, “I asked Alfred for tips on how to make friends and he told me that giving people food was always the right answer. So I did. I baked items to give to them and I thought it worked. But-“

Damian looked away. Dick could tell that Damian didn’t want to continue but he needed to know more. “But,” he pried. “What happened, Dami.”

“It was after a mission briefing. And everyone left for a team bonding activity that I wasn’t invited to. I had to throw something away and they were all there.” Damian sniffled, wiping more tears away from his eyes. “I worked so hard on them.” he blurted out. “And they were unopened. They didn’t even give it a try.”

Wally turned to face the Titans and he could see the conflicted emotions crossing on their face. Hell, he could feel the conflicted emotions going through him now.

He remembered the day Damian was talking about. How could he not? He was the one that convinced the others that the food might’ve been poisoned.

Wally was also the one that “unintentionally” raised his voice to talk about the place where the team was going. And how happy everyone was that the br- kid wasn’t going.

No one spoke for a while.

Jason shut his eyes. He knew that he wouldn’t like the answer to this question. But he needed to know.

“How do you think me, Dick, and Tim feel about you?”

“You guys hate me.” Damian whispered, “Father wishes I was more like all of you. But I don’t know how. And when I do try to become like you, it’s never enough.”

“No.” He heard Dick whisper in disbelief. “Dami, you’re wrong.”

If Damian heard the eldest Robin, he didn’t acknowledge it. “He thinks you guys are perfect. And you don’t-“ his voice cracked. “And you don’t even have to try.”

“Dam-“ Tim tried to interject but Damian ignored him.

“It’s not fair!” Damian lashed out. “Father wishes I got along with you guys. But when I try, it doesn’t work. I always mess things up.”

“That’s not true.” Jason found himself murmuring.

“That’s why I’m not invited to your bonding sessions. That’s why you guys always call me a demon and a brat. That’s why whenever you guys talk about me, my name always gets insulted.” Damian shut his eyes. “I don’t get it.” He admitted. “I was raised to be perfect. But it's like everything I do turns out to be a mistake.”

Dick wanted to speak up. To tell Damian that he was wrong. That he wasn’t a mistake. But his mouth wouldn’t open.

He could only listen as Damian continued to talk. No one else had the guts to stop him.

“Do you think that’s why Ummi sent me away?” Damian quietly asked, “Because I wasn’t good enough? Because I wasn’t perfect.”

Damian was talking to himself now. Dick didn’t know who this Ummi was and he didn’t think that anyone else did either.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I was sent here as a punishment,” Damian admitted. "I don't know what I did wrong but I think I was punished enough." His voice lowered. "So why won't my Ummi take me away?'

That brought Jason out of his trance and Dick watched as Jason moved to console the youngest bat. He wrapped his arms around the kid, not caring how his shirt was damp from tears. His eyes were shut as if Jason was trying to hold back his own tears.

It was like the events of the night just crashed into everyone’s heads as they turned to look at each other and back to Damian in Jason’s arms.

They fucked up.

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So, guess who’s back… ish after four months of no updates.

I am so sorry for taking so long to write this chapter. I know that I replied to a lot of comments saying that I was releasing this chapter a lot sooner than I did but things came up.

I hope you guys like this chapter!! I feel like it could’ve been a lot better (and definitely a lot angstier) but I really wanted to update this fic. Especially since my life’s gonna start picking up once again. With finals around the corner and volleyball tournaments about to start soon, life’s gonna be super busy once more.

Like always, please leave a comment. I love reading them and I try to reply to every single one of them. It also helps that they motivate me so much! Let me know your thoughts, reactions, or anything!

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Have an amazing day and wish me luck for finals!!! I’ll try to update as soon as I can!

We’re Tired of Him

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We’re Tired of Him (part 3)

Unlike a lot of people, Dick didn’t think that Damian was a spawn born from hell.

He was still, after all, a kid.

But sometimes, even he had to agree that Damian could be a bit… much for a lot of people.

So Dick didn’t blame them when they made their opinions of him clear.

But Dick also knew that if Damian loosened up a bit and held back with his provocative remarks, he would finally make friends with people that weren’t forced to hang out with him in the first place.

It honestly shouldn’t be as difficult as it was.

During Dick’s time as Batman, he managed to see a softer side of Damian. He was understanding towards the victims, knowing when he should stop or continue pushing for information.

If he brought out that side of him more often, Dick knew that people might actually begin to tolerate him.

Not just as Robin, but as Damian Wayne as well.

He’s heard Bruce’s complaints of how many fights Damian has been in at the Academy. How many times Bruce had to pay them off just so that Damian could keep attending.

Dick didn’t understand!

He knew that a lot of the kids there could be a bit brutal. But Damian was the biological son of Bruce Wayne! The kids and faculty members there were probably sucking it up to Damian. He had no doubt in his head that they treated him like a prince.

After all, people would do anything to get a percentage of the Wayne fortune.

He’s had this talk with Damian so many times. But he guessed that he just ignored Dick’s lecture, once more.

When will Damian realize that just because people treated him better than how they would normally treat other people-

It didn’t mean that he should start fights just because for the sake of it.

He mentally instructed himself to talk to Damian after this whole plan. This time, he would make sure that Damian was listening.

Even if Dick had to blackmail him.

For a while, Damian might not be able to tolerate him for a while but he’ll soon realize that it was for his own good. He’ll realize that everything is easier when people don’t hate you.

Dick was just looking out for his little brother. Was that so bad?

His hand knocked against the wooden door and when he received no answer, he carefully pulled it open.

Damian liked to keep his room to himself.

Usually, he didn’t let anyone but Alfred in but sometimes…

Sometimes, he would allow Dick the privilege of entering for a few minutes before quickly kicking him out.  

Dick was never allowed in Damian’s room long enough for him to take in the vast space.

He could hear the shower running nearby.

Dick walked around the room. It was so disappointing. So empty.

It wasn’t personalized at all.

The desk was the only thing that showed that it wasn’t a guest room. But that it was, in fact, Damian’s room.

Crunched-up papers and pens were scattered all over the surface.

If crunching up papers were considered murder, Damon would’ve broken the code several times.

What did those papers ever do to him?

He was about to reach for one when his gaze caught Damian’s sketchbook on the chair.

Aside from his katanas, these sketchbooks were some of the assassin’s prized possessions.

But Dick was sure that Damian wouldn’t mind if he took a peek or two.

He knew that Damian was talented when it came to art but these sketches were on a whole other level.

Damian drew better than a lot of professional artists. Hell, Dick knew that a lot of them wished that they could achieve Damian’s level one day.

He flipped through the book, stopping at a page where Damian drew everyone.

It was breathtaking.

Damian made sure to include everyone in the family. He even included Alfred, Steph, and Kate!

Dick pulled out his phone to take a picture so that he could show it to Bruce later.

He smiled at the photo before furrowing his brows when he realized that someone was missing.

After a few seconds of confusion, his brain finally registered that Damian wasn’t in the drawing.

Did Damian forget to add himself?

Or maybe he just didn’t like drawing himself. He’s heard about how hard it can be to draw your own face.

Something to do with perception and stuff.

That couldn’t be it though. He looked at the previous sketches. Damian didn’t have any trouble drawing himself. Not when he drew that many pages with him and Talia hugging.

So maybe-

“Huh,” he muttered under his breath. “Then this page was probably incomplete.”

His mind ignored how the drawing didn’t look incomplete. At all.

It was professionally shaded and the background was even colored, bringing out the smiling faces of each member.

If Dick looked closely enough, he swears that Damian accidentally spilled a drop of water in the paper.

He shrugged off his thoughts. He was probably just imagining the water drops.

Everyone knew just how careful Damian was when it came to his drawings.

He’ll still show the picture to Bruce though. Who knows, the man might have Damian draw him the new family portrait.

Maybe they can use it as a father-son bonding day.

His eyes caught the time on the corner of his screen. It was almost time for them to meet up at the tower.

A frown made its way onto his face, how long has Damian been in the shower?

He must take his self-care very seriously.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Damian’s phone on his bed. The screen was constantly lighting up, filling up with notifications.

Maybe Damian did have friends.

Dick wanted to walk towards the bed to see just who was texting his brother but he managed to stop himself.

Instead, he cautiously knocked on the bathroom door, hoping Damian will realize that someone is waiting so that he could hurry up.

They had a limited timeframe, after all.

“I’ll be there soon Alfred!” he heard Damian’s voice call out.

“Sorry, but I’m not Alfred.”

No one replied for a few seconds before Damian’s disbelieving voice filled the room as the bathroom door flew open. “Grayson?”

Damian stepped out and Dick managed to sneak a peek of how fogged up everything was. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes softened at the sight of the kid in front of him, “Do I need an excuse to visit my brother?”

Damian rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, looking every bit the bratty assassin that people thought he was.

“I’m not up for your silly little games tonight.” the boy sneered up at him.

Dick pouted, his eyes naturally widening and his lips began to quiver. “Please Dami.” he pleaded, “I just want to spend some time with my brother.”

Something flashed in Damian’s eyes that Dick couldn’t decipher but he ignored it. He had one mission and he couldn’t mess it up.

“Well, I don’t want to spend time with you.” Damian growled in annoyance, “Now if you excuse me, I have to go do... something.”

It was at times like this that Dick’s patience ran thin with the little assassin, but he still forced a grin upon his face.

It was obvious that Damian was lying. As far as Dick knew, he didn’t hang out with anyone but Jon.

… and the Titans. But he honestly doesn’t think they count. The enjoyment was just not mutual.

“Since you have nothing better to do, let’s go hang out with your friends.”

He was lying through his teeth— from what Wally has said, the Titans don’t consider Robin as a friend- but Bruce did always teach them to use everything at their disposal so he didn’t feel too guilty about it.

Dick lifted Damian easily. “I already asked Dad. So come on! I want to meet your team.”

Damian struggled for a while before giving up.“It’s not like I have a choice.” he grumbled.

After a few minutes, Damian couldn’t help but ask, “Can you put me down?”

“Nope.”

Dick kept his face to stay neutral, not wanting Damian to see how excited he was.

After tonight, they would finally figure out just how Talia raised Damian and it’ll be so much easier for Dick to help him.

So much easier for Dick to get Damian to act like the kid he’s supposed to be.

He couldn’t wait.

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Note:

Sorry for the late chapter. The past two weeks have been very busy. Honestly, this whole summer has been busy. (Remember when I thought I would be having a boring summer? HAH! As if. At least my vsco is flourishing with all my captured memories.)

Let’s talk about this chapter shall we.

Dick’s heart is in the right place— kinda. But he’s definitely not approaching this situation the right way.

Someone please guess in the comments about what the crunched up papers are. I was gonna have Dick un-crumple one but I was like, it’s not the time for that just yet.

This chapter was shorter than normal. It was only 1,400 words and I try to reach a goal of 2,500 words for every chapter but I didn’t really know how to add more from Dick’s perspective.

(please comment any ideas, feedback, and criticism that you have. i love reading them. and if you see any spelling errors, please mention them in the comments. I don't have a beta reader so I mostly miss those things)