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42) Batman failing to stop them and finally once the deed is done and there is no turning back, Tim stands calmly in a room with a fuming Batman, and explains how Bats is in the moral wrong and that the world needs to be healed through mutual egalitarian aid and kindness. You can’t stop crime with violence because that only perpetuates the cycle, refusing to kill isn’t enough! Bruce is unmoved because he sees it all as an assault on him personally and ‘yet another of his sons betraying him and turning to evil’ So Jason steps into the room and both he and Tim pull the ultimatum of “if you take us to task we take everything to Vale.” that Jason does alone after Penguin’s death. Bruce has been utterly outmaneuvered.
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43) Nightwing visiting his little brothers to see them happy and cuddling, with a close friend, surrounded by a caring community. Reconciliation of a small kind with Jason and gives them both his blessing essentially but says that he can’t go with them. They have their goodbyes and it’s sweet and they know they’ll see each other again some day
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And basically after that I kinda just planned to ramble on writing whatever cute little vignettes came to mind, but really the story will have ended with the confrontation with Bruce and the bit with Nightwing is almost an epilogue. I also had an idea for him going up to the watchtower:
44) Tim becomes Anarky full time and has to go to the watchtower to confirm his new identity and prove he isn’t a fuckin supervillain now. I mean. He did rob like twenty banks. He proves that in all actuality what he did was a serious net positive and that not even Bruce was truly hurt since Tim left him still a multi-millionaire. No one truly needs that much money, and whatever good all those new toys might do Bruce, the good the money is doing for the poor far outweighs that! Batman finally comes in and mysteriously refuses to press charges. A tense nod and a clear impassable divide between them
But idk how I feel about that anymore, part of me says that's reaaaaally just not how the superheroic community rolls? Like the fact that every single analogue for social justice that isn't supportive of the status quo seems to be cast as a misguided yet understandable villain leads me to think that Tim just would be considered a villain by most of the JL, even if maybe some of them didn't. I mean idk how many of them are up there goin Che Guevara did nothing wrong and we should aid in the new revolution.
I feel a lil bad for Bat bashing? But also I did NOT feel bad for Bat Bashing when I wrote it and I do still think this is a reasonably solid script.
Some lore clarificationh: yes I did intend to have Jason and Tim be autistic. I'm a gay autistic bish and that's just how it's rolling. Secondly the reason the relationship goes so damned slowly is that yes confusingly Tim is actually straight in this, he just has feelings for Jason that don't fit neatly into standard categories and does enjoy forms of physical intimacy between he and Jason that don't normally get included in anything other than a romantic and sexual relationship. A lot of this was working through my own understanding of sex which is really and truly just Advanced Cuddles. I was more confused about it when I started writing about this, but straight up I don't understand why most people have attraction as a prerequisite to have sex. If you like hugging your friends and playing games with your friends why would you not like playing Advanced Hugging Games with your friends??? Why does it matter if they're not of the gender you're attracted to??? Have to assume people just find it gross or something idk, it's a gnosis issue where I can't get it till I get it I think.
The rest of my notes include a bunch of half drawn out shit that is like I guess technically drabbles maybe?? All in the same universe clearly, but not well thought out or well placed, and not long enough for me to think of them as a completed scene.
Have at peeps:
So, this I think was a slightly more written out version of where I had them discussing capitalism:
“Jason, I’ve been thinking a lot about my life recently, and I think I’ve come to the conclusion that owning billions of dollars and being the CEO earning millions of dollars is inherently immoral.” “¡Bienvenido a realidad mi amigo! Es muy bien a te tenemos aquí por fin.” “Uggghhhh, callate pendejo.” “¡Este es trágico! No debí haber dije todos aquellas palabrotas cerca de ti. Te he corrumpido.” Tim asks, “¿Que es tu opinión? ¿Que debo yo hago con el dinero?” “No te va a gusta que diré.” “Yo soy un grande muchacho. Yo lo puedo tomar.” “Toma todos tú dinero menos dos mil y lo da a las personas sin techo. No organizaciones benéficas. No intermediarios. Solo comienza dar el efectivo.” “¿Efectivo?” “Yup. Cold hard cash. La mayoria de personas sin techo no tienen una cuenta bancaria.”
Not a lot of Jason's longer lingering insecurities and fuckups got into the completed parts because I do have a favorite and it is Jason and I do not apologize for my Jason Todd aplogia:
Jason masturbating to thoughts of Tim, and then overthinking the Hell out of it and winds up feeling really guilty. Tim notices that something is really digging at him, just like his whole body language screams ‘I hate myself and you should hate me too’ “Okay, seriously, what’s wrong?” Tight really uncomfortable shrug. “Babe, the lengths you would have to go through to accomplish something I might actually not forgive you for is genuinely ludicrous. Like, unless the deliberate detonation of an WMD over a populated area was involved, I’m probably not even gonna be mad about it for more than a month.” He laughs and kinda unwinds a little. “It’s not like, a violence thing.” “Then literally what is there to worry about? We don’t have an exclusive relationship so it’s not like cheating is even a physical possibility here.” “I jacked off thinking about you last week and I know it’s weird and creepy, and I know you’re not even interested and It's-” “Perfectly normal and healthy and honestly none of my business?”
And here is the last bit of my notes, though it certainly should not be the last scene I think:
46) find somewhere to put this shit.
I’m a sick undead fucked up piece of shit who can’t even get through one fucking day without fucking something up because I ruin everything I touch and I shouldn’t even be alive.
Hey, you remember that talk we had about Frankenstien?
What does that have to do with anything? Shit sorry
I think that right now you’re thinking of yourself with big bolts on your neck, lumbering clumbsy dumb killing monster. But you know what? I think you’re a great big six foot tall gothic prince speaking high toned philosophy and quoting Shakespeare.” kisses autopsy scar, “And this gothic prince didn’t even go to Antarctica. You stopped before the end of that tragedy. You’re still here and you did the right thing, and you’ve made a beautiful safe place on the ground you were born of, and we’ve made peace and more than that you’ve helped me through some of my deepest fears. Hate yourself all you want, but those facts don’t change.”
Alright, that's it from me for this fic I think, aside from how I may or may not ever expand upon the skeleton. I hope this was enjoyable enough to read, I hope if nothing else it was inspiring for your own fics or an interesting perspective to see.