Jason Was Acting Strange.

Constantine and Zatanna accidentally ripped a brief hole into...something. It wasn't the Realm of the Dead, not really. But they'd done it long enough to see a teen hero in a mech suit go on a suicide mission to fight Pariah Dark.

Their portal flickered out before they could see the kid's death, or try to help.

They were left, instead, to wonder who that hero was. They'd only seen a brief flash of him, but it was only right to pay their respects.

They were a teenager. They were using advanced technology. The emblem was kinda pointy.

Like.

Like a sideways batarang.

Oh shit.

Had Batman lost another bird?

It wasn't much to go on, but it was all they had.

However, Batman didn't act any different. There were no reports of a Gotham hero disappearing (permanently). When they branched out, there were no reports of any other hero going missing that matched that criteria.

When Zatanna used a spell to recreate an exact drawing of the emblem, there was no hero that used it.

So they were left with an uncomfortable reality; they'd witnessed the death of a future hero.

But.

They hadn't seen the whole fight. Maybe the teen had won, against all odds?

They had to find them and prepare them. Give them as much of an edge as they could.

So they waited. And waited. And waited.

And no one using that emblem came.

Zatanna, frustrated, found herself doodling the emblem...right as Superman came up behind her.

"Oh, are you trying to find the Kryptonian House that belongs to?"

Zatanna froze.

No.

No way.

The teenager was a Kryptonian? There was another Kryptonian running around?

How the hell was she supposed to tell Superman that he wasn't the only one left, and that on top of that, she'd seen the future death of the other one?

Spider-Man x Gotham idea where instead of Peter being homeless or working as a tech repair person or an intern at WE and all those other popular tropes. He lands in Gotham through some means or other, figures out he's far from home (hehe) and needs to get home. But he needs money and currently is homeless living in some abandoned place. Gotham is awful with jobs everywhere but nobody willing to take a whatever-age-you-choose that looks a lot younger than he is because he doesn't look tough enough for the job. And Peter is slowly loosing hope, no money means no shelter, food, or means to make tech that can help him get home.

But then as he's aimlessly walking down a Gotham street, hands in his jacket pockets and hood pulled up, a strike of rare lucky falls in his lap.

NOW HIRING! APPLY ONLINE!

A banner hangs in front of the Gotham Post Office. A once crystal clean white banner with accents of blue now dirty and smog and stains, maybe even splatters of blood, smear across.

Not one to pass up an opportunity Peter ran across the street uncaring of the cars beeping at him and cursing slurred his way. This may be his only chance.

Inside the post office is more clean than Peter could have thought Gotham capable of. A spacious room, clean white tile floors in front that stretches left and right, although to the right it becomes carpet where PO Boxes fill up an entire wall. A few steps forward and Peter reaches the service desk, pexi-like glass seperating him from the worker as they greet him with a dim smile. The first smile he's recieved since coming here that doesn't involved him getting mugged.

A quick inquiry of getting a job there and the whole place is suddenly alive. The workers are desperate, that much Peter gathers with how he is allowed behind the desk to use one of the worker's computers to apply. They don't ask personal questions like his age or his family, just questions about how he feels about carrying this, being in danger by people wanting to steal mail, walking a lot, learning new routes, things he never thought of but make sense given the job type.

Four weeks later, one spent in waiting for a response and learning more about the workers there. Two spent in orientation and training out in the Metropolis branch where he receives several warnings from them about Gotham and it's past mail carriers. And one receiving on the job training. But finally Peter has a solid job with a surprisingly good benefits and a killer pay.

His Spidey Sense is constantly thrumming, a background sensation since being in Gotham but he hones in on it and becomes one of the most untouchable mail carriers in Gotham. Everyday he's on a differnt route and one day he ends up doing deliveries in the richer side of Gotham.

A package bigger than the mailbox stumps him momentarily before he presses the com buttom at the front gates. It's silent at first, him awaiting for an answer back while beginning to remeber what he's supposed to do when he can't deliver a package.

Static then, "Wayne residence, how may I help you?"

Peter being a mail carrier is just a concept i thought of while in the shower and it hasn't left my mind. The only other thing I can add on is that when him and Alfred meet at the front door, because the plot demands so, Alfred is caught off guard by how he looks like Richard "Dick" Grayson but hides it well enough for Peter to wonder but not fully question.

Uncle Ben?!?!?!

It's not Jason Todd. (Make no mistake I do like it and the uncle-nephew relationship between them on fics. But there is another one I think would be hilarious for me but like brutal for Bruce and confusing/amusing to the other bat members. Alfred's not really surprised though.)

Damian Wayne is Ben Parker.

Bruce is gonna lose his shit when he discovers that alternate Damian (Uncle Ben) was gunned down. Are the Wayne's predisposed to being victims of gun violence? Bruce Wayne thinks so.

Jason: “With great power comes great responsibility.” This one taught you that. *Shakes a furious Damian*

Halloween prompt no. 31 (part 6)

Gotham Knights au where the bats crash at a safe house and hear noises coming from the cabinet above the stove. Sneaking up to it they fling it open to find a very startled child around 4 or 5 years of age eating cereal out of the box.

Dick recovered first,"So uh, whatcha doin' there?"

The kid hugged the box to his chest, almost as if he was afraid they'd take it away from him before giving a muttered, "...nothing..."

Tim got between Jason and the kid, blocking the view of the larger man and giving him the chance to put away the gun he had drawn without the kid noticing it. "Dont worry kid." He said softly, "We won't take it away. You must have been pretty hungry, huh? Is that why you broke in?"

"Kinda?"

It was Jason's turn to ask a question, "Well why are you in there then?"

"I wanted to see my daddy."

The three looked at eachother before Dick, barely holding back laughter asked, "Who's your daddy?"

The kid didn't think twice before pointing at Tim, "I'm Danny and I'm your clone!" Tim bluescreened in response.

So… about that audio…

I am such a slut for Danny having supernatural strength and being able to kill someone with a single slap because he’s used to fighting ghosts who are built Sturdy (and literally can’t die, that is very helpful in a sparing partner) so he has to learn such meticulous control when he moves to Gotham where he starts regularly getting into scuffles with humans who think he’s an easy target (he looks like he has the sturdiness of a wet newspaper) and the whole time he’s more stressed about not drawing the Bats attention by being too good or accidentally killing someone so he has to walk that fine line of acting like a scrawny loser and dipping out at his first chance without being clocked as a meta.

Danny, laying on the ground and getting kicked repeatedly by a thug: *tries to angle himself so the guy can kick out a knot in his back*

Danny: *deadpan* oh, ow, stop that hurts, oof

Robin, watching from the rooftop and recognizing the dramatics from the Supers: father there is a meta

Batman, also watching and having flashbacks to Clark’s earlier days: *so so tired and already mentally getting the adoption paperwork ready*

This is just another shitpost, a copy and paste from what I spammed my friend at like 5pm- ish Jason or Red-Hood who's known for having 'information from the dead/graves' but his boyfriend is Danny 'phantom' Fenton and will just yap to his boyfriend over ghost gossip and not even realize that he's sharing new/unheard of information to Jason over crimes and other things happening around Gotham or in crime alley

People gossip but the dead talk, and Danny is all too happy to have someone to listen to all the ghost drama with him that the man will yap to Jason for hours. (Jason has timed it before, it got to hour 5 before he called it a day)

No one can figure out how why or when Jason started becoming two or three steps ahead of every villain/gang/goon/whatever, calling 'anonymous' tips into the batfam/police/whoever tf, days or even weeks before anything happened.

Jason who somehow ends up scaring the shit out of the bad guys because they 'changed their plans three times already to lose Red-hood' but yet, somehow, he's waiting for them by the time they arrive to where ever they were meeting up to do their illegal business with a coffee in hand and the police already called and arriving in 5 minutes.

Project GH05T

Thought bubble I just had (more like a while ago but what’re).

BUT!

For all the fics I’ve read and headcanons I’ve seen it Peter Parker being sent to the DC Universe I’ve never seen one where he’s kid age. Like there’s Leap of Faith by @erinwantstowrite (fire fic) where Peter is young but I’m talking about younger. I talking like 4-7 years old young.

This is how I imagine it to go as a starter:

Peter gets transported to DC Universe for whatever means. However, being transported from his world to a near parallel world where everything is almost the same with both major and minor difference (a billionaire orphan that becomes a hero, someone from War era that is lives in the present, a team of heroes that work together to save the world, etc.) has a huge strain on Peter. Some entity, maybe one of the Spider totems, in an attempt to keep Peter alive makes it where at the expensive of living he becomes younger.

So a young Peter Parker, say 4 years old, is wandering around Gotham both scared and lost because the last thing he remembers is being told his parents won’t be coming home. Now he’s in some spooky city, it’s dark and all kinds of people he passes or they pass him give him the unnerving sensation that they can hurt him. That they will if he lingers for a second too long.

Despite the sun being covered by thick clouds Peter knows it becomes night with how much louder the strange city becomes. The noise is overwhelming, on the edge of hurting his ears but even covering them with his hands do nothing but a light muffle. Still the young boy continues on, hoping to find a police station because that’s where his Uncle Ben works and surely on of Uncle Ben’s coworkers can help him.

Yet Peter soon comes into trouble by a couple of scary man. Crooked teeth and uneven teeth stained yellow, crazed eyes that hold the slightest of consciousness and thick arms that promises hurt. Three of them appear from the alley Peter was shuffling b, attempting to be quiet because his hair raised when nearing the alley opening.

One of them grips Peter by his upper arm, dragging the boy into the alleyway away from eyes that could rescue him. He struggles but the grip is too tight.

They cuss at him, throw slurs and insult with heavy accents and improper grammar. Peter doesn’t judge, his Aunt and Uncle always try to teach him that not everyone is fortunate to have good education like him. Still, the boy is panicking as they push him to the wall throwing commands at him.

“T’is here go’a be send to Rick d’wn t’ere,” one commands shoving some package into Peter’s hands. It’s something illegal, that much is obvious but what it may be is unknown.

Another starts throwing threats at Peter, promises of hurt and pain should he not complete the task while giving promises of a reward should he return with the money for the package. All the while Peter is trying to be brave, like his Aunt and Uncle taught him to be, because panicking will just anger the men. He’s unscathed now, maybe a bruise where the first gripped him but all bodily functions working.

He could try running. They’re sending him out so they won’t follow. Peter only needs to follow their instructions halfway, dump whatever was shoved into his hands and leave. Find a police station or a women with kids. A goth or punk can work too!

Although before the men could move to allow Peter to leave a thud is heard at the alley’s entrance. All three men pull guns out and the sight of them has Peter whimpering instinctually.

“Hazing kids now are we?” The person muses lightly. Their entire front is obscured, a singular lamppost positioned behind them leaving Peter to only see the red of their jacket. “Dangerous work there in these parts.”

“Kid volunteered,” gruffes the man furthest form Peter at the front of the pack. “Look’g to score some money. Ain’t not’in wro’g wit’ helping, aye Hood?”

The man, Hood, hummus thoughtfully. Peter wants to call out their lie but his tongue is tied.

“Yeah I ain’t believin’ that for a sec.”

Hood shoot the men. Peter drops to the ground shaking and crying, eyes shut and hand protectively over his head as fighting ensues around him. Everything feels wrong and something is screaming at Peter to leave while everyone is distracted yet he physically cannot move.

Fighting an internal battle to move or not Peter misses how silent everything has gotten until a voice calls from ahead.

Hood, gentle and soft unlike before a calling to Peter. A promise of safety and reassurance that no harm will come to him. The boy hesitated before looking up, finding the man standing lonesome and the three other men unconscious on the group.

Again Hood calls and this time Peter responds. Good, something says, he is safe. And when the man promises to bring Peter somewhere safe the boy barely hesitates before getting up and reaching the man.

That’s all I’ve got but I would have it where Jason, once’s seeing Peter up close, recognizes some features. He holds onto Peter for a while once learning the boy doesn’t have family nearby where he gets all close and shit before realizing why the boy seems so familiar and has to figure out how to tell Dick if he’s got a kid.

Also Peter would have memories of his older self but they’d be like things that would happen at random times. He’d walk into a room where there’s a complicated math equation and figure it out with ease ‘cause he did that in senior year of high school! And of course he’d keep his spider powers, they’d just show at the most random time and leave the Batfam flabbergasted cause how can such a tiny body had that much strength and WHAT YOU MEAN HES SLEEPING ON THE CEILING!?!??

New favorite thing in the dc canon:

Jason can play the piano flawlessly, and then there’s Tim.