Well How Dose It Taste?

happy deathday to my baby boy😢sorry I'm late again.

Superbly was 16 weeks old when they found him. He’s so intelligent. He’s my favourite fetus.

part two!!!:

the pendent left behind.

The monotone voice reading the will grated on Jason’s nerves. It didn’t help that he heard everything eles that was going on. Dick was crying silently, trying not to bring attention to himself. Tim was just stareing at the floor. Cass had her face burried in Stephanies shoulder. Damian was just huddled up against Alfred’s side and duke was standing against the couch.

The man took them to the room and started handing out possessions that Bruce had specifically left behind. Alfred got the property, dick got the Batman things, Tim got the company, Cassandra Stephanie and duke spilt vigilante equipment and each got varying degrees of money. Damian would stay with Alfred and the property would transfer into his name when he turned 19. 

Jason didn’t think he’d get anything. He was informed that he would get the book collection, and a storage unit. Why would the Batman need a storage unit?

After dumping the last of the books into his condo he looked back at the key. It belonged to a storage unit downtown, apparently it hadent been used in years.

He had been putting off actually going to check the place out, but it was on his patrol route. And he really should check if it’s worth dumping half of the books there so he could breathe again.

The ride downtown was one full of conflicting thoughts. He wasn’t sure what he thought of Bruce anymore. He loved him. He hated him. He was indifferent and he cared oh so very much. But Bruce was dead. Not dead to anyone though. His hand tightens on the handle, steering into the storage lockers and parking.

He walked through the many lockers, wondering what lives the people owned them lived.

Were they happy? Sad? Was their life perfect? Or just as fucked at his. It helped to think about it, made him feel like the cards he was delt were less personal. Not meant just for him.

He sighed as he got to the locker. It was just number four. Why was it that number? No idea. He didn’t even know why Bruce had a storage locker. The key clicked in the lock and he pulled the door up to reveal-

……

What.

What Jason saw was a small brown box in the middle of the floor. Nothing eles. Just a small, brown, cardboard box. He scoffed and walked over to it, kneeling down.

Was Bruce fucking with him? Was this some sort of joke?

He picked up the box, it wasn’t heavy. Money Mabye? That would be sweet. He shook it and heard something clacking around in there. Not money. Great. Fuck you to Bruce.

He opens the cardboard box and pulled out the paper that was over it, leaving it to fall to the floor. Inside the box was a pendent. It was a teardrop pendent, made of White Jade. The chain was simple silver. He grabbed it by the chain and held it up to the light. This could sell for quite a bit. He went to touch the actual pendent. As his hand wrapped around the actual hen a bolt of electricity went through his palm and his body jolted, before his eyes dropped and he fell back, hand clasped around the pendent. He swore he could see flashes of gold through the slit of his eye, and once the fell closed he heard some one say something.

“New- 7!?@$ relation cho-£#*€.l” as it cut in and out of white noise, before he fell unconscious. He jolted awake in his appartment on his couch. All drowsy and sluggish, he coughed and went to go pour himself a drink. 

Things slowly came back to him, wasn’t he at the storage unit? That was strange. Did he ride home? Did he imagine it? He grabbed his head as it throbbed, taking a long swig off his drink turning around. He went to the couch again, to sit and think, before he dropped his glass.

He looked down on the couch, where the pendent lay. That was weird. He picked it up again cautiously, ignored h the glass on the carpet. He ran his fingers over it, and sighed. He threw the pendent to the carpet and ignored it. This was too much for him.

And that’s where the pendent lay for days. On the carpet, amongst the piles of books. Jason did go through them, picking and choosing which ones he wanted to keep in his flat, which ones he wanted to send to storage. And the ones he very much wanted to sell. Only once he had cleared most out and was suiting up for his job, did he see the sheen of the white jade again. He was putting his gloves on when he walked past it.

He stared at it for the moment, before picking it up. It reminded him of his dad a little. Strange, confusing, scared him. But gave him a weird sense of power. He took a second , before clicking it around his neck and fastens it. There was some reason Bruce left him it. Even if it was fucking stupid.

He went about his normal buissness, before he ran into a something gone wrong in down an alley. He got in the middle of it, before a gun was pulled on him. He didn’t notice the pendent flashing under his jacket. He cursed, stepping back, before saying.

“These fuckers, just because Batman isn’t here dosent mean you won’t get served justice-“ before he could finish the pendent floated up and went gold, seeming to scan the men. Before turning red and flashing. Jason had to close his eyes, it went so fucking white. But when he opens them he nearly jumped out of his skin.

His clothes had gone white. Along with his hair fully turning white. There were gold trims on the clothes, and his gun had turned to a crossbow. He made a noise and the other people just stood there stunned. He looked at the pendent, wondering what the fuck was happening, when he heard a voice behind.

“Well?”

Jason whipped around and stared at the other person. He looked 12, which would’ve been stranger if he wasn’t wearing white robes, with gold trim and accents. He had a white ribbion with gold decal on it as a blindfold around his eyes, and he was sporting an undercut with pale skin.

“Get on with it.” He said, sounding annoyed. It broke the whole divine illusion.

“Get on with- with what- wait what’s happening?”

The boy scoffed, gesturing to the pendent with an off hand.

“It went red when you talked about justice. It’s red. It’s said they don’t pass. You kill them now.”

here are all the plushie links I can find, here:

Full bat fan plush:

Batman

Amazon.com.au : Stuffed & Plush Animals

Nightwing

10cm DC Batman Dick Grayson Robin Nightwing Cosplay Plush Doll Toy Pendant Gift | eBay

Red hood  

PRESALE!!! Arkham Knight Jason Todd SUITE ONLY - Etsy Australia

Red robin

Batboys / Superfamily / Batfam / Batfamily DC Hero Plush Keychain - Etsy Australia

Damian Wayne 

Amigurumi of the Men in the Batfamily - Etsy Australia

Duke Thomas

Amigurumi of the Men in the Batfamily - Etsy Australia

Stephanie brown

Stephanie Brown | Spoiler | Robin | Batgirl - Amigurumi - Etsy Australia

Cassandra 

Cassandra Cain as Batgirl - Amigurumi - Etsy Australia

Barbra Gordon 

DC Comics Justice League Batgirl Barbara Gordon Small Plush 8" Tall NEW | eBay

Alfred 

Alfred Pennyworth Plush by LilliamSlasher on DeviantArtDeviantArt

The pendent left behind:

chapter one: The Will

chapter two: The Pendent

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Ivy: Hey, bat-brats! Which one of you do you think is Batman's favorite child? I want an answer.

Batman (hanging upside down, tied up with a vine whip): They know I have no favorites. You’re a weed for asking them that. None of you have to answer her ridiculous question.

Nightwing: He's right… Because it's obviously me who he favors the most.

Red Robin (shaking his head): Oh, Nightwing… No.

Robin (prideful): It's obviously me! Nightwing, humble yourself.

Red Robin: I figured you’d believe that. I'm his favorite child, I took care of him when he was more depressed than usual.

Batman: I wasn't that depressed.

Red Hood (walking over to a hot dog stand): It’s cute you think that, third child.

Red Robin (insulted): What’s that supposed to mean?

Red Hood: Nightwing is the oldest, Robin is the baby, I am the black sheep middle child, and you were the one born by accident because your parents forgot to wrap it up.

Robin: Exactly.

Red Robin: That’s not true! Robin was literally conceived because Batman used a bad condom!

Batman: You didn’t hear that, Ivy.

Ivy: Oh yes, I did.

Red Robin: You’re the fourth child, Robin, that he had at his geriatric age!

Batman: You don’t have to insult me; having kids at that age isn’t old!

Ivy: How old are you?

Batman: Harlot, how old are you?

Ivy shrugged enjoying the the bat-kids continued arguing.

Robin: Oh yeah well... you're short!

Red Robin: You're short!

Robin: Cause I'm a kid! you're an adult and short! I can grow!

Red Robin: There's no guarantee of that and either way I'd still be his favorite!

Robin (jumping up and down): LIES! ALL LIES!

Nightwing walked closer to Ivy with a grin.

Nightwing: I'm his favorite, though. Because I was the cutest, the first one, and he chose to have me.

Ivy (pinching Nightwing's cheek): You’re my favorite at least.

Batman: Stop touching my son! And just because I say that doesn’t mean he’s my favorite!

Red Hood (walking past the group holding a hot dog): I’m guessing it’s not me.

Batman: Well… I mean, I do care about you a lot, Red Hood. If you died again by the hands of any villains here, I’d lose control of myself again, so you know… yeah.

Ivy (smirking): Look at that! Hey, Hood, looks like you're the favorite child!

Red Hood: What?

Red Robin and Robin (the oldest having the other in a headlock): What?!

Nightwing: Papa, why?

Batman: I didn’t even say he was! I have no favorites; you’re all favorites! I love all of you- and that’s not what I wanted to say either.

Ivy sighed happily, snapping her fingers to cause the vines to release Batman, dropping him to the ground.

Ivy (holding out her hands for the cuffs): Petty revenge is enough for me. You can arrest me.

Nightwing chuckled, escorting Ivy away as Batman stood up, his face flushed. He walked off, his cape flapping, while his other sons ran after him.

Robin: You love us all, just say that!

Batman: No.

Red Robin: Say we’re all your favorites again!

Batman: No.

Red Hood: I knew you loved me!

Batman: Shut up!

What if the justice leuge broke up due to a clash? And when dark side attacked, the only member who came was Bruce.

(Rät by Penelope Scot, read at discretion, enjoy.)

“Your… the only one who came?” Darkside said, starring at the man.

“You all can barely defeat me together. And you expect to survive alone?”

Bruce stared back at him. He was tired. Just tired. He’s been trying to keep everything together, keeping the world safe, dealing with his kids, and with the absolute mess that’s been left behind. 

“No. But I’m the last chance they got.”

The villains brow furrowed as he looked down at the other.  This… wasn’t what he expected. But, he could humour the human.

“Last chance, hmm? Tell me, why are they worth saving?”

That threw Bruce a pause. He finally met the gods gaze, with a questioning one of his own.

“I’ve grown up here. This is my home. I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God.” Bruce started. His voice pained and stoicism behind the mask crumbing.

“They made technology, high quality.

And complex, physiological, experiments and sacrilege in the name of ‘public good’s.

It taught me everything, just like a parent should.”

The villain listened, and waited. He hadent heard a cultish speak like this before. He had half a mind to just take the human then demand the others come to his rescue. But humans were allways fun to work up. He could let this one work himself up. It’d make him esiar to take prisoner.

“Mmm. go on.”

Bruce wasn’t even thinking at the moment. He’d been up and down with barely any sleep for the past week, trying to run the justice leuge alone. Which shouldn’t be bad since he was the only one who stayed, but was just that her because everyone had gone back to their own place. Heros were at an a time minimum and he had stepped up because of some damn complex. He wasn’t even able to take care of Gotham anymore, he left Dick and Jason with that.

“And it was beautiful, and vulnerable. Gave us power and success. God damn, I fell for it, the fame and words, their tunnels and tech. I studied hard, because I wanted to do one thing great, or two. And the real tragedy? half of it is true.” Bruce said getting more and more worked up. He was done trying to be strong. He was just gonna vent to someone, then leave and have a nap. Seemed the best option right now.

“But we’re all so fuckin' mean, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church. And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth. I bit the apple 'cause I loved it, and why would they lie?

And then I realized it’s all just as naïve as I am.”

Bruce took a breath before continuing, tears brimming despite himself.

“Well, I don't want to eat the rich, I'd have to eat my heroes first.

And my tuition's paid by blood, I might deserve earths fate or worse.

But I don't need that goddamn money, I don't need jack shit, that’s true. So when I speak, you bet your life my words are trues.

Let me level with you, man, as someone guilty of the game, I took the help, I took the cash, I would've taken his last name.

So if any guy on Earth should get to make a call about this, It should be me, and as I see it, life’s a dick.”

Everyone.

you punch nazis!

(requested by anonymous)