Mr batman
This tag belongs to the Unsorted Tag Category.
This tag has not been marked common and can't be filtered on (yet).
Bookmarks which have used it as a tag:
-
Masquerade (Whose Face is Behind the Mask?) by chibi_nightowl
Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Under the Red Hood
26 Dec 2017
Tags
Summary
Every so often, someone would take it into their heads that a masquerade ball would be a fantastic idea and make it into the biggest event of the year. Sometimes, they were a smashing hit. And other times…things just got smashed.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 81,000
- Chapters:
- 16/16
- Comments:
- 849
- Kudos:
- 4,204
- Bookmarks:
- 926
- Hits:
- 70,620
Bookmarked by CaseLC
19 Oct 2018
Bookmarker's Tags:
Bookmarker's Notes
Jason had been active as the Red Hood for over six years now. Six years. It was only in the last several months that he’d come anywhere near Tim. There was his answer. He had no one to blame for this but himself. He’d been the one to cut ties, to spit in the face of their friendship. To send Jason to his death thinking he meant nothing to Tim anymore. He was now seeing everything that had happened in a completely different light. Whatever was going on between them, this was Jason testing the waters. Testing him. He’d fucked up their friendship so badly it was no wonder it had taken the man years to even approach him again. Or rather, be part of a rescue mission. The first time Jason had accompanied Dick to rescue him from Ra’s, it must have been so difficult for him. It explained his standoffishness completely. “Timothy?” Damian asked with a hint of what probably passed for concern in his voice. “It is not often I find you at a loss for words. I hope I haven’t broken you.” Tim blinked, coming back to himself, to the present. There was a lot he needed to think about. “No, you just dropped what is quite possibly the biggest bomb ever in my life on me. I think I’m entitled to be speechless for a time.” “According to Stephanie, ice cream is required in times of emotional turmoil.” “So is vodka.”
Fuck that shit.” He looked down at the sleeping man. Tim was so peaceful in his sleep, the pinched expression he often wore relaxed in slumber, the faint lines over his brow smooth for once. Jason resisted the urge to run a hand through the bangs that fell over his forehead. “Tim is…” He swallowed the word MINE. How could this man be his when he didn’t even know he was alive? Dick got it though. Stupid bastard could be scarily perceptive when he wanted to be. “I know, Little Wing. We’ll have to step up our monitoring on him. I know you don’t want cameras in here, but…” Jason didn’t, but he understood they’d be needed now, at least at all the windows and doors. “Let me handle that.” “I’m sorry.” Dick finally tugged the boot off Tim’s foot. “We’ll keep him safe.”
bugsDid it get you all hot and bothered?” he leered, trying to push the demon’s buttons. “Or is that a hint of jealousy I see?” Bingo. Damian’s spine stiffened as he stood ramrod straight. Er. He already looked like he had a poker shoved up his ass. “I have no sexual interest in Timothy whatsoever. But he is…someone I could consider a friend if there were no more secrets between us.” There was that word again. Friends. He had to admit, it sounded strange coming out of the baby bat’s mouth. The kid was notorious for disdaining the need for friends and other forms of companionship, but from what Jason gleaned from Blondie, Dick had done wonders in getting him this far along with changing his mind. Kinda like someone else he knew. Jason settled his gaze on Tim’s building for a moment. Looked like Damian was trying to get something out of this mess too, even if he had a strange way of saying it. Typical.