DCU Fanfic: Five Times Jason Was A Good Brother (And One Time He Really Wasn't)
Title: Five Times Jason Was A Good Brother (And One Time He Really Wasn't)
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Dick, Alfred, Babs, Cass, Leslie, Steph, Damian, mentions of Bruce, Talia, and Catalina
Pairing(s): implied Jason/Talia, past-Tim/Steph, Jason/Tim
Word Count: 322, 301, 304, 428, 359, 336 (All together: 2050)
Genre: general/family
Rating: PG-13/T-light R/M
Notes: This a reply to this Prompt: "DCU, Jason Todd, Five Times Jason saved a member of the Batfamily (but they didn't know it) and one time they did." (Someone should totally try and follow this prompt since I didn't, XD) BUT, I started this a while ago for the 5 Things Meme (First three were written months ago and second set of three were written today), so it doesn't quite follow the prompt, but cat_13145 didn't mind, so here it is. Actual prompt: "Five times Jason was a good brother (and the one time he really wasn't)" They could be all connected, or they could all be separate 'verses. Your choice, darlings. <3
Link: comment_fic
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The Time Jason Saved Dick From Himself
He could have left him there with that woman. Dick could take care of himself, and he didn't need some dead brother watching him from the shadows. Jason wanted to leave, but he couldn't help but watch Dick fall apart, begging Bruce for forgiveness for something. Bruce's name still made Jason twitch rather violently, and he was really putting effort to leave until heard the word 'no' slip from Dick's lips.
Jason went to automatic flight mode, taking out the woman straddling Dick with a batarang to the neck, sending her flying. He stepped over her crumpled form as she gasped out in pain, holding her hand to the wound at her neck. As long as she kept pressure on it, she'd live.
Moving to help Dick up, Dick pushed away from his touch. “W-what did you do to her?” he asked, his voice clearly broken.
Jason didn't say a word as he pocketed the batarang he had used to slit the bitch's neck, so Dick couldn't see. It seemed that Dick hadn't recognized him in his messed up state. Though Jason was still angry with his family for not avenging him, he didn't want anyone else to hurt them. That would be his job soon enough.
Before Dick could get into a real fighting stance to him ward off, Jason hit a pressure point, cleanly knocking Dick unconscious. With a heavy sigh, Jason hefted his older brother over his shoulder as he called the cops to pick up the would be rapist.
When Alfred opened the front door to find a sleeping Nightwing with a note lying on top of his prone body late that night, he was a little shocked to say the least. When he picked up the note to read it, the shock went past 'oh my' straight to 'dear lord.'
Tell B he needs to look after his little birdies better.
'Wing needs some help.
~J.T.
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The Time Jason Made Babs Smile
As usual, Babs was glued to her computer, monitoring the movements of her Birds when she got an e-mail. That wasn't a rare occurrence, but what was rare was the fact that an unknown e-mail address had gotten through her superior spam blocker. She was intrigued now, but still cautious enough to run multiple virus scans before opening the e-mail.
When she did finally open it, she should have expected as much that it would be from another Bat, though Babs never would have pegged Jason for the computer type. He would have had to done quite a bit of work for that e-mail to even reach her. Even though Jason hadn't been on the right side of the law for a while, Babs indulged in believing that the Jason she knew years ago was still around, so she clicked the e-mail to open it.
To: b3JhY2xl@oracle.net
From: theonethatdied@yahoo.com
Subject: No Subject
Attached: 5 .jpeg files
Hey, Babs.
It took a lot of work to get this into your inbox, so I hope you appreciate it. I took some pictures. I call it poetic justice. I hope you get your justice someday too.
J.T.
P.S. I'm coming over this Friday, so be prepared to have company.
Babs blinked at the message as she opened the attached pictures to see the Joker, battered and broken on the floor with a crowbar lying nearby. The last picture had Jason with the crowbar hefted over his shoulder, the domino covering his eyes and a smile on his face.
She tried not to smile at that, even though she really shouldn't, but she did enjoy the pictures, and the fact that Jason wasn't going to let her be alone on the anniversary of the day she got shot made sure the smile couldn't be denied.
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The Time Jason Found Cass And Brought Her Home
Unlike the rest of the Batclan, when Jason noticed something off about a member, he checked it out thoroughly, putting the Mission on hold for a moment. When he found out Slade Wilson had been drugging Cass, he decided to help her out of the mess. He didn't really know her at all, but what he did know was she had killed before. That made her like him, if only a little bit.
He hadn't expected it to be easy, especially not with Deathstroke involved and a drugged up Batgirl. Before he made his move, he luckily found David Cain was involved as well. It would have been a pretty big wrench in his plans to not know there was a third assassin on the premise he was planning to sneak into.
Jason knew he couldn't just sneak in, nerve strike Cass, and be done with it. He had to use everyone of his Bat skills and other skills he had picked up over the years to get into the compound just before Cass' next dose of drugs. She'd be experiencing the slightest bit of withdrawal, and he would be able to over power her as long as he had the element of surprise on his side.
Luckily, nothing stopped him on his way in, and once he was in Cassandra's chamber, he quickly hit the right pressure point to knock her out. Before hefting her over his shoulder, he made sure to put her into restraints. He wasn't stupid; he knew if she woke up even a second earlier than he planned, he'd be beaten to a pulp.
It was time to deliver another Bat home, but maybe this time, this Bat would learn Bruce's way may not be the best way. And if she didn't, he would just have to convince her.
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The Time Jason Met Steph By Accident
He was stalking the Outsiders to make sure they were using his information properly. Why else would Jason be in Africa? Well, that had been the reason, but then he ended up in a little hole of a village and ran into Doc Leslie. He hadn't meant to give her the shock he did; how was he supposed to know she'd be here and so out of the loop?
Luckily, the blondie nurse-in-training helped her to bed, before she tore into him. “Who the hell are you anyway!?” she asked angrily, since she'd only seen Leslie collapse, having not heard when Leslie had said his name before passing out.
“Jason Todd, nice to meet you,” he offered cockily with an outstretched hand to shake.
She just stared at him before glaring and dropping into a fighting pose that looked a bit familiar, at least parts of it. “Who are you really, and why are you pretending to be a dead person?” she growled, obviously ready to strike.
He raised his hand in the air defensively. “Hey, hey, I am who I say I am, girlie,” he told her which earned him an almost Bat glare, which made him laugh. “Oh, I know who you are now, but that'd make you a hypocrite.”
Still defensive, she looked him over. “What's that supposed to mean?” she asked cautiously.
“You're a dead Robin too, but lookie, lookie, you're alive and well. Bet baby bird would be interested in this tid-bit of information,” Jason stated to get a rise out of her.
And it worked, just like he thought it would. “I did die... It was just for a few minutes. I've only just gotten out of recovery!” she huffed, backing away a little. “And why am I telling you this?”
“Because you want to go home,” he said, grinning. “And you should remember not to tell strangers your weak points like that.”
She looked up at him defiantly. “Well, if you're really who you say you are, it doesn't matter, right?” she questioned as Leslie started to stir.
Oh, it matters, he thought, but he could play along as the boy scout for now. Leslie and Stephanie didn't know any better yet, and plus, how grateful would Drake be to have his dead girlfriend back? Pretty grateful, Jason figured, and why wouldn't he help his little brother out? Plus, the girl looked like she wanted to go home, but needed an excuse. He was okay with being one, for now.
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The Time Jason Kidnapped Little D From His Mother
The training had done him wonder, but for some reason, he still had a conscience. Not quite something that would mesh with the plans Jason had in mind, but he was planning to deal with. Hell, he was being trained by the League of Assassins and had a thing going with Talia; his conscience should have shut up by now, right?
Apparently, this was not the case, especially when he found out the little whining brat Talia was training was not only hers but Bruce's too. At first, he didn't take her word on it, but he had his ways of finding out who the kid was, and she hadn't been lying. So, Bruce procreated with Talia, Jason thought, and the kid was a little hellion in training. Too young for any real assassin moves, but that wouldn't matter soon.
Jason had this code about kids, and a lot of the training of this kid made him twitch. It was overly violent, and if it was really part of Talia's plan let this kid loose in Gotham to meet daddy dearest someday, it didn't help the kid a lick to just know how to fight. Jason knew how to fight, down and dirty or fair and square, but that means nothing without knowledge of Gotham or some detective skills.
Sure, Jason's detective skills were lacking when he did, but that was because he didn't apply himself. When he was determined, Jason could be as good as detective as Dick, sometimes at least. That was why he kidnapped the kid. Well, the kid had a name that he couldn't pronounce, which was another reason he couldn't just leave the kid.
Damian was what Jason dubbed him now, and the kid didn't seem to mind it, so it worked. They had to duck out from the League of Assassins and hide a lot, but Damian seemed to think it was a fun game. Jason let him believe that until they got away, and that's when his useful training would begin. Someday, Damian would thank him, and maybe Bruce would to, after getting over the shocks Jason had in store for him.
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The Time Jason Wasn't Very Brotherly With Timmy
Jason had quite the family now. Hell, he had made up with most of his 'siblings' in this family, and they had gotten pretty close. All but one, he thought as he had a glare off with Tim who was wearing his Red Robin costume. Tim still wasn't forgiving him for some of the shit he pulled when he came back, even though everyone else seemed to. He was clinging to the hate, and Jason really wanted to know why.
Actually, first he wanted to know why Drake always felt the need to wear his costumes. “Drake, possession is nine tenths of the law,” he drawled, quite unhappy. “And we both know that costume is mine.”
Tim snorted at that cross his arms, clearly not even caring that Jason was unhappy with him. “You tossed it in the garbage, Todd,” he bit back, “so you can't really bitch about this.”
“The hell I can't!” Jason shouted before tackling him to the ground.
They struggled as Jason pressed a few places on the suit. Tim punched him when the belt straps across his chest fell away. Jason just kept taking back part of his costume, and since punching wasn't working, Tim started to return the favor in kind by ripping off Jason's domino mask. By the time Tim's cowl came off, they were panting, half undressed, and just plain pissed.
Or so Tim thought before Jason pulled him into hard kiss. Their teeth clacked together, and the kiss hurt more than it felt good, but soon it just went from there. The kiss turned into fight of dominance and tongues. More of their costumes were ripped off and thrown aside until nothing was left. As the fighting turned to fucking, Jason had a passing thought that this was not what brothers did. After the thought passed, he figured he didn't care as he grasped their cocks to jerk them together; this was much more fun than trying to be Tim's brother anyway.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Dick, Alfred, Babs, Cass, Leslie, Steph, Damian, mentions of Bruce, Talia, and Catalina
Pairing(s): implied Jason/Talia, past-Tim/Steph, Jason/Tim
Word Count: 322, 301, 304, 428, 359, 336 (All together: 2050)
Genre: general/family
Rating: PG-13/T-light R/M
Notes: This a reply to this Prompt: "DCU, Jason Todd, Five Times Jason saved a member of the Batfamily (but they didn't know it) and one time they did." (Someone should totally try and follow this prompt since I didn't, XD) BUT, I started this a while ago for the 5 Things Meme (First three were written months ago and second set of three were written today), so it doesn't quite follow the prompt, but cat_13145 didn't mind, so here it is. Actual prompt: "Five times Jason was a good brother (and the one time he really wasn't)" They could be all connected, or they could all be separate 'verses. Your choice, darlings. <3
Link: comment_fic
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The Time Jason Saved Dick From Himself
He could have left him there with that woman. Dick could take care of himself, and he didn't need some dead brother watching him from the shadows. Jason wanted to leave, but he couldn't help but watch Dick fall apart, begging Bruce for forgiveness for something. Bruce's name still made Jason twitch rather violently, and he was really putting effort to leave until heard the word 'no' slip from Dick's lips.
Jason went to automatic flight mode, taking out the woman straddling Dick with a batarang to the neck, sending her flying. He stepped over her crumpled form as she gasped out in pain, holding her hand to the wound at her neck. As long as she kept pressure on it, she'd live.
Moving to help Dick up, Dick pushed away from his touch. “W-what did you do to her?” he asked, his voice clearly broken.
Jason didn't say a word as he pocketed the batarang he had used to slit the bitch's neck, so Dick couldn't see. It seemed that Dick hadn't recognized him in his messed up state. Though Jason was still angry with his family for not avenging him, he didn't want anyone else to hurt them. That would be his job soon enough.
Before Dick could get into a real fighting stance to him ward off, Jason hit a pressure point, cleanly knocking Dick unconscious. With a heavy sigh, Jason hefted his older brother over his shoulder as he called the cops to pick up the would be rapist.
When Alfred opened the front door to find a sleeping Nightwing with a note lying on top of his prone body late that night, he was a little shocked to say the least. When he picked up the note to read it, the shock went past 'oh my' straight to 'dear lord.'
Tell B he needs to look after his little birdies better.
'Wing needs some help.
~J.T.
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The Time Jason Made Babs Smile
As usual, Babs was glued to her computer, monitoring the movements of her Birds when she got an e-mail. That wasn't a rare occurrence, but what was rare was the fact that an unknown e-mail address had gotten through her superior spam blocker. She was intrigued now, but still cautious enough to run multiple virus scans before opening the e-mail.
When she did finally open it, she should have expected as much that it would be from another Bat, though Babs never would have pegged Jason for the computer type. He would have had to done quite a bit of work for that e-mail to even reach her. Even though Jason hadn't been on the right side of the law for a while, Babs indulged in believing that the Jason she knew years ago was still around, so she clicked the e-mail to open it.
To: b3JhY2xl@oracle.net
From: theonethatdied@yahoo.com
Subject: No Subject
Attached: 5 .jpeg files
Hey, Babs.
It took a lot of work to get this into your inbox, so I hope you appreciate it. I took some pictures. I call it poetic justice. I hope you get your justice someday too.
J.T.
P.S. I'm coming over this Friday, so be prepared to have company.
Babs blinked at the message as she opened the attached pictures to see the Joker, battered and broken on the floor with a crowbar lying nearby. The last picture had Jason with the crowbar hefted over his shoulder, the domino covering his eyes and a smile on his face.
She tried not to smile at that, even though she really shouldn't, but she did enjoy the pictures, and the fact that Jason wasn't going to let her be alone on the anniversary of the day she got shot made sure the smile couldn't be denied.
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The Time Jason Found Cass And Brought Her Home
Unlike the rest of the Batclan, when Jason noticed something off about a member, he checked it out thoroughly, putting the Mission on hold for a moment. When he found out Slade Wilson had been drugging Cass, he decided to help her out of the mess. He didn't really know her at all, but what he did know was she had killed before. That made her like him, if only a little bit.
He hadn't expected it to be easy, especially not with Deathstroke involved and a drugged up Batgirl. Before he made his move, he luckily found David Cain was involved as well. It would have been a pretty big wrench in his plans to not know there was a third assassin on the premise he was planning to sneak into.
Jason knew he couldn't just sneak in, nerve strike Cass, and be done with it. He had to use everyone of his Bat skills and other skills he had picked up over the years to get into the compound just before Cass' next dose of drugs. She'd be experiencing the slightest bit of withdrawal, and he would be able to over power her as long as he had the element of surprise on his side.
Luckily, nothing stopped him on his way in, and once he was in Cassandra's chamber, he quickly hit the right pressure point to knock her out. Before hefting her over his shoulder, he made sure to put her into restraints. He wasn't stupid; he knew if she woke up even a second earlier than he planned, he'd be beaten to a pulp.
It was time to deliver another Bat home, but maybe this time, this Bat would learn Bruce's way may not be the best way. And if she didn't, he would just have to convince her.
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The Time Jason Met Steph By Accident
He was stalking the Outsiders to make sure they were using his information properly. Why else would Jason be in Africa? Well, that had been the reason, but then he ended up in a little hole of a village and ran into Doc Leslie. He hadn't meant to give her the shock he did; how was he supposed to know she'd be here and so out of the loop?
Luckily, the blondie nurse-in-training helped her to bed, before she tore into him. “Who the hell are you anyway!?” she asked angrily, since she'd only seen Leslie collapse, having not heard when Leslie had said his name before passing out.
“Jason Todd, nice to meet you,” he offered cockily with an outstretched hand to shake.
She just stared at him before glaring and dropping into a fighting pose that looked a bit familiar, at least parts of it. “Who are you really, and why are you pretending to be a dead person?” she growled, obviously ready to strike.
He raised his hand in the air defensively. “Hey, hey, I am who I say I am, girlie,” he told her which earned him an almost Bat glare, which made him laugh. “Oh, I know who you are now, but that'd make you a hypocrite.”
Still defensive, she looked him over. “What's that supposed to mean?” she asked cautiously.
“You're a dead Robin too, but lookie, lookie, you're alive and well. Bet baby bird would be interested in this tid-bit of information,” Jason stated to get a rise out of her.
And it worked, just like he thought it would. “I did die... It was just for a few minutes. I've only just gotten out of recovery!” she huffed, backing away a little. “And why am I telling you this?”
“Because you want to go home,” he said, grinning. “And you should remember not to tell strangers your weak points like that.”
She looked up at him defiantly. “Well, if you're really who you say you are, it doesn't matter, right?” she questioned as Leslie started to stir.
Oh, it matters, he thought, but he could play along as the boy scout for now. Leslie and Stephanie didn't know any better yet, and plus, how grateful would Drake be to have his dead girlfriend back? Pretty grateful, Jason figured, and why wouldn't he help his little brother out? Plus, the girl looked like she wanted to go home, but needed an excuse. He was okay with being one, for now.
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The Time Jason Kidnapped Little D From His Mother
The training had done him wonder, but for some reason, he still had a conscience. Not quite something that would mesh with the plans Jason had in mind, but he was planning to deal with. Hell, he was being trained by the League of Assassins and had a thing going with Talia; his conscience should have shut up by now, right?
Apparently, this was not the case, especially when he found out the little whining brat Talia was training was not only hers but Bruce's too. At first, he didn't take her word on it, but he had his ways of finding out who the kid was, and she hadn't been lying. So, Bruce procreated with Talia, Jason thought, and the kid was a little hellion in training. Too young for any real assassin moves, but that wouldn't matter soon.
Jason had this code about kids, and a lot of the training of this kid made him twitch. It was overly violent, and if it was really part of Talia's plan let this kid loose in Gotham to meet daddy dearest someday, it didn't help the kid a lick to just know how to fight. Jason knew how to fight, down and dirty or fair and square, but that means nothing without knowledge of Gotham or some detective skills.
Sure, Jason's detective skills were lacking when he did, but that was because he didn't apply himself. When he was determined, Jason could be as good as detective as Dick, sometimes at least. That was why he kidnapped the kid. Well, the kid had a name that he couldn't pronounce, which was another reason he couldn't just leave the kid.
Damian was what Jason dubbed him now, and the kid didn't seem to mind it, so it worked. They had to duck out from the League of Assassins and hide a lot, but Damian seemed to think it was a fun game. Jason let him believe that until they got away, and that's when his useful training would begin. Someday, Damian would thank him, and maybe Bruce would to, after getting over the shocks Jason had in store for him.
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The Time Jason Wasn't Very Brotherly With Timmy
Jason had quite the family now. Hell, he had made up with most of his 'siblings' in this family, and they had gotten pretty close. All but one, he thought as he had a glare off with Tim who was wearing his Red Robin costume. Tim still wasn't forgiving him for some of the shit he pulled when he came back, even though everyone else seemed to. He was clinging to the hate, and Jason really wanted to know why.
Actually, first he wanted to know why Drake always felt the need to wear his costumes. “Drake, possession is nine tenths of the law,” he drawled, quite unhappy. “And we both know that costume is mine.”
Tim snorted at that cross his arms, clearly not even caring that Jason was unhappy with him. “You tossed it in the garbage, Todd,” he bit back, “so you can't really bitch about this.”
“The hell I can't!” Jason shouted before tackling him to the ground.
They struggled as Jason pressed a few places on the suit. Tim punched him when the belt straps across his chest fell away. Jason just kept taking back part of his costume, and since punching wasn't working, Tim started to return the favor in kind by ripping off Jason's domino mask. By the time Tim's cowl came off, they were panting, half undressed, and just plain pissed.
Or so Tim thought before Jason pulled him into hard kiss. Their teeth clacked together, and the kiss hurt more than it felt good, but soon it just went from there. The kiss turned into fight of dominance and tongues. More of their costumes were ripped off and thrown aside until nothing was left. As the fighting turned to fucking, Jason had a passing thought that this was not what brothers did. After the thought passed, he figured he didn't care as he grasped their cocks to jerk them together; this was much more fun than trying to be Tim's brother anyway.