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Nightwing: Uh the the- what's the word! *Says something in Romani.*

Batkids: *Stops everything to help Dick figure it out.*

Superman: It's sweet you guys are helping him but we are currently negotiating an alien invasion.

Bruce: I am this close to fucking Superman.

Dick, squinting: B, your fingers are touch- oh.

Bruce, nodding: Mm-hmm.

Dick, drunk: Man, fuck Jason.

Roy, also drunk, near tears: Dude I'm trying.

Roy, cutting Jason off: Are you flirting with me?

Jason, who had just been telling Roy about his trip to the park with Lian: I-What? No?

Roy, pouting: Why not?

Clark, who has been in love with Batman for years: I think Catwoman's dating Batman.

Diana, the pinnacle of wing women: *nodding understandingly* And you want me to kill her.

Clark: Ye- wait what? No, of course not.

Diana, indifferent: I once covered for Robin while he was hanging out with Speedy instead of at home resting. I'm sure I could get him to shoot a poison dart at Catwoman when she least expects it. Jason would do anything for me.

Clark:

Diana, already planning: And Batman can't get mad because he loves Robin!

Sometimes, Tim got so exhausted that he forgot where he was. Then there were the times when he got so exhausted that he forgot when he was. This was something all of the bats were aware of and they tried to accommodate him, reminding him of the correct date.

When Harley Quinn joined the bats, sometimes Tim slipped up in the most horrible way.

"HIYA BATS!" Harley yelled as she appeared out of nowhere in the Batcave. She grinned, hands behind her back as she rocked slightly. Bruce gave her an unamused look. She over-exaggerated a pout. "You're borin', B-man." She turned to the gaggle of birds mulling about. She smiled big at them all. "Hi Birdies!"

There was a chorus of hellos, some of them half-hearted and distractedly. Tim, who was on his eighteenth cup of coffee (he had started over his limit with each person, only ever drinking a cup in front of certain people (he limit was two)), looked at her, furrowed his eyebrows and then made a face like he was arguing with himself. It confused Harley but she didn't mention it. This was normal for the bats, Timmy especially.

Shaking off his thoughts, Tim smiled softly at Harley. "Hey, Mom." He then turned and went back to his work. Harley froze. Bruce froze. Dick paled, starting to shake. The three of them all stared at Tim, Harley with her mouth open in shock. She wasn't disturbed by it, being Timmy's mother was actually one of the good memories she had with Joker. Of course, the circumstances weren't good but Timmy was a good kid.

"Hi," Harley said carefully. "You feelin' okay, sweetheart?" She thought the endearment might make this easier. It didn't. Dick looked like he was going to be sick. He kept glancing between Harley and Tim. Bruce couldn't look away from the, now, confused boy.

"Mhm," Tim hummed. He took a sip of his coffee and when his eyes settled on Harley again, he tilted his head rather adorably. "Why do you ask?"

"You..." Harley laughed nervously. "You called me Mom."

Timmy's eyebrows drew together. "Okay... I won't call you Mom anymore but... you are my mom." He seemed very confused but he didn't seem upset or traumatised by the fact he had slipped. He also didn't seem to be like JJ in any other way.

So, Harley nodded slowly. "Okay, Pun'kin," she said, smiling again. "Continue with ya work. Ya doin' a good job."

Tim smiled at the praise and nodded, continuing on his case work. Harley turned to Batman. He looked out of it. Harley looked at Nightwing. Dick looked... like he wanted to punch something. Harley ignored them both and went to get what she'd come for: Alfred's cookies. He had baked her favourite because she hadn't killed anyone in three weeks. Three weeks! It was exciting.

Later, after Tim had slept for sixteen hours straight and was finally aware of where he was, Duke pulled him to the side and sat him down, Steph and Cass sitting on the couch in front of him. Tim narrowed his eyes at them, knowing they were up to something. But Duke looked almost... nervous. He sat down on the couch in between Steph and Cass. "What's up guys?" Tim asked warily.

"We wanted to invite you into our club," Duke said slowly. His shoulders sagged. "We have a bit of a 'our parents aren't dead but they're absent' club. Mine are just..." Duke looked off to the side, eyes glazing over as they usually did when he thought of his parents. "Broken. We'll fix them." Cass set a hand on his arm and he snapped out of it. He turned to her and smiled his thanks. Then he turned to Tim who was fucking confused.

"What are you going on about?" Tim asked. "Both of my parents-"

"We're talking bio parents," Steph put it. She slumped back against the couch. "Also, I'm mad at you that you didn't tell me you had a bio mom."

Tim only got more confused. What were they talking about?

"We heard you call Harley 'Mom' the other day," Duke said. He gave a bit of a smile but Tim couldn't find anything funny with that statement. When the fuck had he called Harley his mother? He hadn't done that in years. It was a hard fix when he first got back but he hadn't slipped up in a long time.

"Still love you," Cass promised, reaching over to take one of Tim's hands. She smiled warmly. "Even if Quinn is mother."

Tim just stared at her. He... He didn't know what to say. Even if he told them that Harley wasn't actually his mum, they wouldn't believe him unless he told them why he had called Harley 'Mom' in the first place- and he really didn't want to do that. So he didn't. He just nodded and sagged against the armchair he was sitting in. He could vaguely recall him saying something about it being good to get his secret out.

After that, Tim started going to the club meetings (it was mostly just fucking around on an inflatable course) with Steph, Duke and Cass. He figured that they wouldn't talk about it with anyone if he asked so there was really no harm in correcting them. Besides, Harley had been his mother at one point. And she wasn't a bad mum, she was just... Harley Quinn. She didn't treat Tim any different compared to his siblings other than the fact she held a certain fondness for him that he reciprocated.

Nothing could go wrong.

Something went wrong. He got so used to thinking of Harley as his mum that he started calling her that without thinking about it. At first it was just to her, which she brushed off as him making some kind of joke or it being a way to deal with his trauma, and then it was to other people.

"What did you do today, babybird?" Dick asked as he, Jason and Tim were sitting on a roof. Jason was trying to get Nightwing and Red Robin out of his territory but the two vigilantes didn't care.

Tim shrugged, swiftly side-stepping Jason's attempt as pushing him off the roof. "The usual, I guess. Oh! I saw Mom today. She wasn't doing anything so I went up to her as Tim and-"

"Wait, what?" Dick's eyebrows knitted together and Jason paused his rough-housing with his brother to stare at Tim. "Your... Mom?"

Tim nodded. "Yeah, my mom." He gave them both weird looks. And then he realised what he had done. He looked off and heard laughter echo around his mind. He ignored Junior and smiled at his brothers. "You know, Selina Kyle?"

Dick relaxed. Tim could physically see the tension seep from his body. Jason didn't look as placable. "Why're you callin' her mom?"

Tim shrugged. "She is kind of like our mom."

Tim could tell Jason narrowed his eyes at him even through the helmet. "Not really," he said, voice gruff through his voice changer. "And isn't Selina in Mexico?"

Tim froze. Dick looked between his brothers. "Tim..." He frowned. "Who were you talking about?"

Tim looked away from Dick. He needed to leave. He could feel something gnawing at the back of his throat. A laugh. Him. Tim let out a sharp breath that was close enough to a laugh to subdue the itch. "Doesn't matter," he said. He pulled out his grapple but Dick caught his wrist.

"Tim," Dick said firmly.

Tim glared at him and snatched his wrist back. "Don't touch me."

Dick reared back like Tim had slapped him. Tim gave a small gasp and covered his mouth. He hadn't meant to get angry, he hadn't meant to hiss at Dick. It wasn't his fault. He was just worried about Tim.

"Tim," Jason said carefully. "Tell him."

Tim stared at him. "No," he said. He didn't know how Jason knew but he wasn't surprised.

"He could help," Jason tried but he sounded... wrong. There was something uncomfortable about his posture. Another laugh crawled up Tim's throat and he wasn't ready for it so soon. It bubbled out of him and Dick paled. He went grey, his hands beginning to tremble.

Tim managed to quell the urge and stopped his laughter. He cleared his throat, turned, and fell off the side of the building, deciding running was the better option. Safer. It was best that Dick didn't know Junior was still in Tim's head, still lurking around. He was caged, his hands bound and his mouth gagged. Still, sometimes JJ got out of his binds. Sometimes he had enough influence over Tim that he snuck in a laugh or two, sometimes he pushed out the words Mom and Dad. He hadn't called Joker 'Dad' since it first happened. He wasn't ever going to do it again. He couldn't.

Dick had always wanted a sister, so you can imagine his absolute joy when he heard that Bruce had taken in a small (far too small for her age) girl off the streets of Gotham. One that had tried- and succeeded, might he add- to steal the tires off the Batmobile. Dick was ecstatic. He stayed at the manor purely because of those pleading blue eyes that- "I've always wanted a brother," Julia said, her mouth full of the burger she was shoving in it. They were out as Robin and Nightwing. Dick choked on his fries. Julia only smiled wider. "You're a good brother, Dick." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Thank you." She had muttered that last part. Dick thought it was more as an offhanded addition, words she said in her mind that she hadn't intended to come out of her mouth.

Julia was the only reason Dick tolerated Bruce's bullshit. She was the only reason Dick didn't distance himself from Gotham entirely. He came back just for her. He came back to see her smile, to do her hair because she had never been taught how and Dick had helped some of the girls back in his Flying Grayson days.

Julia never liked her hair. That should've been Dick's first clue. She wanted hers like Dick's- she wanted to do everything Dick did, wanted to wear his clothes, eat the same food, be the same hero so Dick didn't think too much of how she pulled at it sometimes and almost never had it down.

Then, when she was fifteen- god, she was only fifteen- Dick's baby sister died. And he lost control. He went after The Joker. He killed him. Dick killed him and that fucker had the audacity to come back. Dick left Gotham after that, never once looking back. He stayed in Blüdhaven and he mourned his sister. She appeared in his dreams, his nightmares, his thoughts. He wasn't all that surprised when the hallucinations started but fuck did it freak him out. He got used to it eventually, seeing her bloodied body, wrecked by Joker and that stupid fucking crowbar. He flinched every time he saw one now, an irritatingly grading rage filling him to the brim, threatening to spill and lash out at the people he cared for. Well. Person. Wally was the only one he still let in.

Then Red Hood appeared. And Dick couldn't explain it but there was something about him that ticked Dick off. Something about him that sent recognition zipping between his nerves.

Jason remembered the moment he first realised he didn't want to be a girl with terrifying clarity. He remembered the feeling of looking at Dick and thinking 'I want to be like him in every way possible'. It was... normal, for a sister, he thought (he hadn't had siblings before and didn't have any friends besides Dick) so he didn't immediately clock it, but he still counted it as him realising back then that he was trans. Dick Grayson did not help. He was so painfully perfect, the Golden Child. Jason remembered envying everything he did but that didn't mean Jason hated him. Oh, on the contrary. Jason did not love anyone more than he loved his big brother. God, she had always wanted a brother.

Julia felt like a completely different person to Jason now, after the pit. She felt like an old friend. His chest still squeezed when he thought of her, of who he used to be, but it wasn't... overwhelming anymore. It didn't make his eyes spark with neon when he looked in the mirror anymore.

Oh, also, he was a fucking dude now. Not entirely biologically but fuck him, he was muscular (which was more thanks to Talia's fucked up workout routine she had him on than the pit but still), voice was deeper, jawline more pronounced and his tits were gone, though the 'y' shaped scar on his chest took the focus from everything else. Everything else about him was how it should be but it was like being dunked in The Pit had given him thousands of testosterone shots. Because the pit was basically testosterone. It was why Ra's was such a dick. (Not really, but Jason loved telling him that.)

Jason didn't mind it. Talia had worried that he would have, when she first saw him after coming out of the pit (after she'd calmed down the Pit Madness that plagued his brain) but he hadn't. She didn't care. She helped him pick out his new name. Damian too, though he was less help. The four-year-old wanted to name him Titus. Jason vetoed.

Jason still took testosterone shots sometimes though he only had to do it once every three months instead of every 1-4 weeks like a typical trans man. What freaked him out about the shots was not that they were needles, but because they made his veins glow green, and his eyes, too. They also over exaggerated his veins. They crawled up his arms, up his neck, snaked through his whole body, under his skin. It felt tingly when that happened but it didn't last for more than seven minutes and Damian found it very cool so he didn't entirely hate it.

Then Jason left the comfort that was Nanda Parbat and sought out the Destruction Of Batman. That... did not go as well as he thought it would.

Dick knew. He had to know. He kept looking at Jason whenever they met as Red Hood and Nightwing. There was no way Dick could know but he knew. He had to have. It made Jason's heart beat faster, a warmth spreading through his chest at the prospect of Dick knowing him- of loving him enough to recognise him even if he wasn't Julia anymore, even if he was a very high ranking (he had only been back in Gotham for six months, how had most of Gotham's Underbelly wrapped around his finger?) Crime Lord.

Then Jason's plan really fell through. Damian, the little shit, ran away from home, weaselled some fake identification papers from Jason and then, a few weeks later, Batman had a new Robin. Jason wanted to scream.

When Damian had said on the phone that he had wanted to be like Jason this is not what he thought he had meant. Coming to Gotham to see their his father was one thing, but coming to Gotham, pulling the Long Lost Son card on Batman and then becoming Robin was an entirely different thing! Jason was so fucking mad, he wanted to tear his head of. Who's, he wasn't entirely sure. Some random, unfortunate passerbyer who pissed him off, probably.

Red Hood glared at Robin with distaste clear in his posture. Robin glared back. Then he frowned, the shadow of Batman over his shoulder didn't seem to deter Damian from revealing all of Jason's secrets. "You do not seem happy to see me, Akhi," Damian said and damn it Jason loved him too much to deal with that pout. He also had far too many things to do that evening. Mm-hmm.

"I'm always happy to see you, Dames, but this is not okay." Jason tried his best to scold him but it did none of what Jason had intended it to do. What did he intend it to do, you ask? He doesn't fucking know but Batman was looking at him now, surprise and shock clear to Jason, to the Julia that seemed to hang from his shoulders like how Jason used to do to Dick, weighing him down like Jason had always thought he had to Dick too.

"Mother seemed ecstatic to hear that I was with Father," Damian continued slowly, oblivious to Jason's inner demons. He crossed his arms. "I thought you would be..." His pout turned to a heart-breaking frown. "Happy."

Jason sighed, his shoulders drooping at the unsure expression flickering at the edges of Damian's features. He wanted Jason's approval and fuck, if Jason wasn't going to do exactly what those green eyes wanted. "I am happy for you, Habibi." He quickly picked up his shoulders when he felt Bruce's eyes narrow on him. Jason stood as tall as he could, which meant he towered over Damian and even over Bruce, too. His stature was wide, bulky, masculine. "But I am not your handler. Do as you please." Jason's lips curled up at Bruce even though he couldn't see Jason's sneer through his helmet. "Just hope you don't end up like birdy number two."

Bruce's expression hardened and Damian's pout worsened, opening his mouth to probably say something about him actually wanting to be like Jason but he stopped himself, seemingly realising his fault. He snapped his mouth shut and sent a silent apology to his brother.

Jason accepted it and turned, planning on stalking off but Dick had snuck up behind him. It took all of his training (league and bat) for him not to flinch. He scowled at Nightwing. "Who are you?" Dick asked, completely unfazed.

"Fuck you," Jason snapped, hating the way his voice caught in his throat. He knew it and Damian probably did too but the other two wouldn't've caught it through the voice changer his helmet was equipped with. And then he left. He left and he didn't want to see Dick ever again.

But he did. He slowly got integrated into the family again. Well, the Bats stopped trying to apprehend him and he stopped trying to kill them. He still shot Dick sometimes when he felt like it but he was no longer mad at the replacement. Or Bruce really, anymore. He was mostly... sort of numb. Sometimes he pissed the Pit Madness, he missed feeling something.

"Who are you?" Dick asked one night. They were both standing on a roof, not really acknowledging the other, just standing there.

Jason frowned. "Does it matter?"

Dick thought for a moment. "No. I don't think so. But we've met before, haven't we." It wasn't a question, no matter how it was phrased.

Jason hummed. "Maybe. How would I know? I dunno who you are."

"You know who Robin is," Dick said. "And you've called me Dick more times than typically normal."

"Maybe that's because you're a dick," Jason said, voice impassive. The corner of Dick's mouth twitched up. Jason saw it out of the corner of his eye, the two of them still looking out at the city.

"Maybe," Dick agreed. "But I don't think so." He then turned to face Jason. Jason did not turn back. "You're Damian's brother," Dick stated, though it sounded more like it was for himself rather than Jason. "But you don't know anyone else. No one but B and I."

Jason opened his mouth to deny that but one look from Dick shut him up.

"You really didn't like RR when you first surfaced," Dick continued, voice going into Detective Grayson mode. "And you hated B, hated him with a burning passion. You weren't so stoked about me either but with me..." Dick frowned. "I think you were nicer. I know you," he said again. "I know you and you know I know you. Why do I know you?"

"I'm sure you wouldn't remember," Jason said. It wasn't that he thought Dick wouldn't remember Julia, it was that he had never known Jason. And Jason was who he was, not her.

"I'm good with faces," Dick grinned that charming Grayson Smile. Jason turned to him finally and studied Dick. Then he glanced around before taking off his helmet. God, Dick just stared. His domino widened as it followed the movement of his eyes. He hadn't been expecting this. Good. Less of a chance he would recognise Jason.

(Dick wouldn't know Jason. He wouldn't recognise him, which was why he had taken off the helmet, definitely not because he secretly wished Dick would recognise him and hug him, promise him that he loved his little brother no matter what.)

Jason was sure Dick wouldn't recognise him. Back then, he had been a girl with long curly black hair, blue eyes, a sharp wit and a wicked smile. Jason still had his wit and his smile but his hair was no longer curly, it was short and sort of shaggy with a white streak through it, his eyes were green (a normal green most of the time, don't get him wrong, but green nonetheless) and, most of all, Jason wasn't a fucking girl.

But Dick gasped. He gasped and his hand flew to his mouth, clamping down a sob. "Jules," Dick whispered into the night. Jason tensed. He was clearly, in fact, not 'Jules' anymore, despite the warm feeling the nickname sent through Jason's chest.

"I'm not," Jason said, voice no longer inhibited from the voice changer. Jason didn't sound like Julia at all. His voice was much deeper than hers, deeper and gruffer than Bruce's even. It was what Jason liked most about himself.

"I- yeah, clearly, but I don't- fuck, Hood, I don't care." And then Dick was grasping desperately at Jason's shoulders and pulling him into his arms. Jason slumped forward without meaning to. He was taller than Dick was, taller than normal even, with the thick soles of his boots but Dick didn't care. He still pulled Jason down and settled one hand on the back of Jason's neck, comforting and warm and familiar as it pulled Jason's head to Dick's shoulder. "I don't fucking care."

Dick cried. He cried, so incredibly happy. Jason just stood there not quite hugging back until Dick started to sob, his weak composure crumbling. Jason wrapped his arms around Dick and let himself get pulled closer, the two of them quite the sight.

If anyone saw them now, they would both be in terrible trouble, but it wasn't something either of them were worried about. They had each other.

God, Dick had his baby- whatever they wanted to be because they were there. God, he didn't fucking care.

Jason, Dick found he had named himself. He/him pronouns too. Dick still did not care that his baby sister was now his baby brother. He didn't care. What he did care about was the fact Jason had been back this entire time and hadn't thought to fucking tell him. Jason was hit upside the head multiple times and forced to the manor to be fed by Alfred who recognised his grandson immediately. Bruce was out. It was the only reason Jason went. Damian ate with them, completely not clocking the fact Jason typically was not there until half way through the meal when Dick burst into another fit of crying and Jason just wordlessly lifted an arm for Dick to crawl under. Dick latched onto the side of Jason's torso and Jason let him, continuing on with his meal.

Damian blinked. "Oh. Right. You are not meant to be dining with us." Damian took a bite of his food, chewed, and then swallowed before speaking again. "Does Father know?"

"No," Jason said casually like this was any other conversation. "And it will stay that way. Besides, the severed heads situation-"

"No capes at the table, Master Jason," Alfred chastised but his scold wasn't as effective as it would've been if Alfred hadn't said his name with a spark to his eyes, a little bit of life returning to him when he said Master Jason like he had missed using that title, had missed Jason. Any Jason. Julia. It didn't matter to Alfred, to Dick, Damian, Barbara, Tim, Duke, Cass, Steph, Bruce- none of them cared that he was trans. Not a single one. Jason did, sometimes. He cared that he wasn't really a man but it didn't bother him as much as it had. Roy helped a lot with that. Lian too. His little family, the one Jason made, the one that loved him so fiercely it was scary, loved him for who he was. Jason Todd was a man. Lian Harper had degreed it herself so who was a mere mortal like said man to contradict her?

Litteraly any bat: Damn Alfred your food always makes me feel better

Alfred, who has been putting antidepressants in their food since Bruce said he wanted to dress up like a bat: I make it with love.

Your Average Day At The Watch Tower:

Batman:

Batman: *sighs* Diana, why did you give Robin a gun?

Diana: He felt unsafe.

Batman: Yeah? Well now I feel unsafe.

Diana, frowning: Oh no. Do you want a gun?

The Robin in question was Tim. He shot Superman seventeen times. He, of course, was fine but Bruce was not happy.

Bart, waltzing through the Tower: Very proud to announce that I am officially a lost cause! Thanks for all your continued support but unfortunately it was all for nothing!