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On Punk Hazard, Trafalgar D. Water Law runs into a pirate crew with the same jolly roger he remembers tattooing on the shoulder of a swordsman. He stares at a smiling man in a straw hat, barely out of his teens, and the green-haired first mate next to him, whom Law had met only once, years ago.
He thinks of Zoro-ya in his medical bay, asking Law for a tattoo with a desperation that had been painfully familiar. The utter devotion in his words when he had told Law, “My captain will be the Pirate King.”
(He thinks of pink feathers, string, a smile and gunshots–)
And Law cashes in the favor he is owed.
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- Part 5 of Spin a Yarn
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18 Nov 2025
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The laugh coming out of Sakazuki’s mouth can barely be described as such. It is all smoke and dripping, raw hatred. “Dragon belongs in a cell, and so do you and that damned Straw Hat. I’ll take you both down and–”
“The only one dying today is you,” says Sabo, bloodlust spilling out from every pore of his body until Law nearly chokes on it. The fingers not grabbing the pipe are twitching. Yearning, yearning to be burrowed in the Marine’s face and crush the veins hiding just beneath that molten, warm flesh. So Sabo reaches out and does just that; wills Haki into his fingers and latches on once he gets close enough.
It is over far too quickly.
“All I need is for you to stand still for long enough.”
A shot rings out, near silent in its path. It whistles as it leaves behind the strings of a slingshot and curves through the air. In the span of a second, the course of the world shifts once again. The skin of a man, dripping, burning, and so, so, fluid - tightens into a semblance of a human shape.
Right between Sabo’s fingers, in the middle of Sakazuki’s forehead, gleams a speckle of blood.
“What?” The man gasps, hands grabbing onto Sabo’s arm and pulling, twisting at the fabric, but the blonde’s grip doesn’t slacken.
His eyes, nothing but a pinprick of light left inside those pupils, roll to the back of his head. The tiny, inconsequential wound no bigger than the sting of an angry mosquito becomes a river of red liquid running down Sakazuki’s forehead.
Into the cracks of the crow’s feet in the corner of his eye. Into the edges of his nose, clogging up his pores. It pools and drips and falls from the cupid’s bow above his lip, and down, down, down Sabo’s leather gloves until the worn brown is stained scarlet.
Then Sabo lets go and the Red Dog tumbles to the ground, lifeless.
His body, once so massive and immovable - a pillar of justice and strength, of despair and broken childhoods - kicks up a layer of dust and the man stays down.
Sakazuki is dead.
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Shanks shows up at Sabaody short of a hand and a hat. Rayleigh, in turn, learns about Roger's sucessor and deals with some trauma. And time travel revelations. And family feels.
(When did he become a grandfather?)
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- Part 4 of Spin a Yarn
Bookmarked by C_a_s_u_a_l
18 Nov 2025
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With the Blackbeard debacle succesfully avoided, life onboard the Thousand Sunny resumes in Paradise. Well, as much as possible as the Straw Hats begin to realize that there might be more to the story of their first mate and their captain.
Or: The Straw Hats find out Luffy and Zoro time traveled and 3D2Y goes differently because of it.
Updates Thursdays.
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- Part 3 of Spin a Yarn
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- 47,667
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- 10/10
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18 Nov 2025
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So Chopper bandages faster, cleans more effectively with the time he has, and prescribes caution as a viable treatment, to Marco’s great amusement.
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After traveling back in time with his captain, Zoro departs from Dawn Island, and Luffy, in order to get stronger and ensure a brighter future for a crew that doesn’t know him yet. First things first, which way to Kuraigana Island?
A time-travel au, in which Zoro’s lone adventures during the events of ‘A Split Thread’ end up with more stabby sword action and a little less lonely than he thought it would be.
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- Part 2 of Spin a Yarn
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- English
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18 Nov 2025
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The Straw Hats find it a little weird that they don’t have a first mate. Whenever they ask, Luffy just laughs and says they do. Which is weirder, because none of the crew have ever met this so-called first mate.
A time-travel au, in which a captain and his first mate go back to the very beginning, and figures they can do more good apart than together. At least for now.
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- Part 1 of Spin a Yarn
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- 11,648
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18 Nov 2025
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When Marco wakes up, he can tell that this is not the room in which he has been sleeping lately. No, this is the cabin that was destroyed alongside the rest of the Moby Dick over two years ago.
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18 Nov 2025
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Finding out that Law had time traveled had been decidedly underwhelming. He’d looked at the newspaper, noticed the date, thought about Straw Hat-ya’s ridiculous luck and decided: ‘yeah, that fits’ before contemplating drowning himself in his cup of coffee because fuck his life.
All in all, per the status quo when it came to dealing with the Straw Hat Pirates and their Captain.
(At least Straw Hat-ya was there to suffer with him. Or maybe that was worse.)
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18 Nov 2025
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There was this one hallway on the Polar Tang that had flickering lighting and made the hallway look like something straight out of a horror film—according to Shachi—that him and Penguin always claim they’re going to fix but somehow never actually get around to doing.
Law liked going there to plot.
Something that Shachi said made him seem even more like a deranged serial killer. Shachi was also currenly walking around with arms for legs and his feet as hands for the foreseeable future so he wasn’t there to comment now.
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This is a Redeemed Alastor AU, starring Worst Angel Ever, Alastor!! ✨
The series is all connected, so I’d encourage reading it linearly. ❤️
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Bookmarked by C_a_s_u_a_l
17 Nov 2025
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At long last, despite double-dying and being redeemed as an angel of all things, Alastor is secure in the knowledge that he has achieved his ideal afterlife!
…would be a shame if something unexpected happened to threaten that.
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- Part 4 of Alastor’s Guide to Redemption
Bookmarked by C_a_s_u_a_l
17 Nov 2025
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“I was a radio host for a good many years,” Alastor prefaced, hitting his teeth. If he was going to do this, he was going to strum as many heartstrings as he could. “This was before the supposed ‘Golden Age of Radio,’ so I had to build my audience from the ground up. I did all the normal music and news segments, but what I was known for was recounting criminal exploits. ‘True crime,’ I believe it’s called these days.”
Lute made an impatient noise. “Excuse me, head seraph, but how is this relevant?! He—”
“Of course, eventually, New Orleans ran out of mysterious crimes for me to report on,” Alastor continued, grinning wickedly at the Exorcist. At least he could take pleasure from her irritation. “So, I began retelling my own! I’d developed a taste for hunting people who didn’t respect those of fairer means, you see, and I was smart enough to not give myself away.” Alastor’s smile widened. He knew if Maman were watching, it was a bad look, but he was lost in his own performance now. “Audiences do so love an anti-hero! Such a prolific serial killer, who targeted rapists in the French Quarter and KKK members in the CBD. Who wouldn’t root for them?”
Sera’s eyes narrowed. “So you are a murderer.”
“I never said I wasn’t!” Alastor chirped beatifically.
Sera closed her eyes, massaging her temples. “Fine. Then, why do you think you are now in Heaven?”
“Likely because I died defending others, after months of volunteering at a rehabilitation project, preceded by a seven-year sabbatical during which I committed no sins,” Alastor admitted tersely, unable to bite his loose tongue. He tried to feel relieved instead of bitter. Fortunately, Sera asked for Alastor’s thoughts on why he was in Heaven, as opposed to whether he should be.
It didn’t change the fact that his dirty laundry was aired for all to see.
Including Maman, Alastor thought sourly.
The jury was once again in an uproar, hushed voices and muffled exclamations picking at the newly revealed information. Alastor half-expected a fight to break out.
Judging by the popcorn Angel Dust had somehow acquired and was sharing with Husk, so did they.
Entirely unwittingly, Alastor caught the eye of Charlie. She had her hands clasped together and was beaming at him, tears sliding down her cheeks. Beside her, Vaggie was giving him a constipated look, as if Alastor had broken character somehow. Even Lucifer was staring at Alastor like he didn’t quite know what to make of him anymore.
Disgusting.
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Redemption being possible would be a nice thing if Alastor wasn't involved. Everyone left behind grieves and reflects.
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- Part 3 of Alastor’s Guide to Redemption
Bookmarked by C_a_s_u_a_l
17 Nov 2025
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i’d tell them (put me back in it) by doingthewritethings for ephhemeralite
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010)
12 Apr 2024
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“Hey,” says the kid. He’s painted in green, yellow, red, and he’s wiggling back and forth in his seat.
“Hey,” Jason says without turning around. “I made french toast. You like french toast?”
The half-smile turns into a wide grin. “Fuckin’ duh.”
Because of course he does. Because Jason has always liked french toast.
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-or, Jason Todd’s unofficial guide on how to get un-doomed by the narrative.
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- Part 4 of autobiography
Bookmarked by C_a_s_u_a_l
17 Nov 2025
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Jason swallows. “Did anyone ever mention, uh - post-Lazarus hallucinations?”
“Oh,” Damian says, in his glib and infuriating way. Every day, Jason reminds himself that there is no honor in beefing with an eleven-year-old. “That.”
“What,” Jason replies, “the fuck. Do you mean. That.”
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batman by ephhemeralite
Fandom: Batman (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, White Collar (TV 2009)
10 Jan 2025
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"If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
measure of our attention is to praise the Devil."
- a brief for the defense by jack gilbert- Words:
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17 Nov 2025
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my saint, she is dancing by ephhemeralite
Fandom: Batman (Comics), White Collar (TV 2009)
10 Jan 2025
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17 Nov 2025
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i hurl myself, i heal myself by ephhemeralite
Fandoms: White Collar (TV 2009), Batman (Comics)
10 Jan 2025
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“Do you think you could ever forgive him?”
Because it’s Damian asking and not any other person in the world, Dick stops to think about it.
Three years later, Dick and Damian talk about it.
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- Part 2 of my saint, she is dancing
- Part 5 of batman
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17 Nov 2025
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acquainted with the saint of never getting it right by ephhemeralite
Fandoms: White Collar (TV 2009), Batman (Comics)
22 Jan 2022
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"What, aren't you going to invite me in for coffee? I'm early."
A little, quiet laugh. "The suit is asking why I didn't invite him inside? You should know your criminals better than that, Agent." The door shuts behind him. Caffrey begins to walk down the hallway, but Peter stays where he is.
"Should I be concerned, then?" He's expectant, unimpressed. Like a teacher asking a student to hand over their phone for having it out in class, he thinks wryly. After all, he did get up earlier this morning with the expectation of being invited inside. He'd like a quality shot of caffeine, true, but more than that, he needs to make sure his consultant isn't plotting anything where he thinks Peter can't see. It is in the criminal mindset to use every weak point and loophole in a given situation to their benefit.
(For the most part, Peter Burke represents the best of all FBI agents: he follows the rules, he catches bad guys, and he keeps his CI on a tight leash. Dick Grayson and Neal Caffrey are having a hard time coexisting, but the mission always comes first.
Well, you know what they say about Rome: it wasn't built in a day, but it burned in one.)
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- Part 3 of batman
- Part 1 of my saint, she is dancing
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- English
- Words:
- 13,086
- Chapters:
- 2/2
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17 Nov 2025
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Lost at Sea by hearthwxtch
Fandoms: DCU, Nightwing (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Forever Evil (Comics)
03 Aug 2024
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"He’s drifting and lost at sea, not even worried about making it to shore. A storm is brewing on the horizon, but he can’t find it within himself to care.
Rather, he wishes the dark waves of the ocean would just pull him under already."
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Or; Dick struggles to put himself back together again after he gets back from Spyral. Thankfully, his family eventually gets the hint :)
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17 Nov 2025
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The liar. The prideful pretender. The coward.
Usopp didn't know how much he could change, even when the chance was thrust onto him. He doubted he could correct things with his slingshot and his wits, even with a decade to work with.
But, even though he knew he was the weakest, he was still a Straw Hat pirate, and he would damn well try.- Language:
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16 Nov 2025
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Armament Haki had been the one facet of strength he hadn’t actively trained, partially because he had little idea how to go about it, and mostly due to his own paranoia. His Armament manifested for the first time shortly before he was captured during his ‘first round’, and after that he didn’t have much reason for experimenting with it, imprisoned and all.
Usopp didn’t use it against Kuro or his crew, since it would have been overkill to the nth degree. The second and more relevant reason was that Armament Haki stood out like a sunbathing Sea King even in Paradise.
In East Blue?
The sniper may as well have attached a wailing siren to his head.
While he streaked through a Marine base.
With all of his bodily hair on fire.
Taking time to press his bare ass against every window pane he came across.
East Blue locals thought Devil Fruits were a myth. Introducing Haki liberally to such people would leave him with a bounty bigger than Luffy’s first before they even reached the Grand Line.
Usopp knew he couldn’t hide it indefinitely, and he understood that he’d get a price on his head again. His nakama simply weren’t ready for Vice-Admirals and more that would come after them if word of his Haki got out. Not yet.
Turned out to be a prudent decision, not practicing on his island, or else the woods would have been significantly less populated with trees.
‘Wow.’ He thought, appraising the results.
“He just gave his name two minutes ago, how’d you forget already?”
“Did he?” Usopp asked, side-eyeing the swordsman. “Okay, remind me.”
The silence that followed, along with the way Zoro broke eye contact, proved telling.
“Thought so.” Usopp muttered, paying no attention to the approaching whistle of a ballistic cannonball nor the shouting bounty hunters.
“Zoro-aniki! Usopp-aniki!” Yosaku yelled. “We’re taking fire! Why are you just standing there?”
In unison, they both wordlessly pointed at Luffy. Their captain stepped up to the bow railing and braced one foot against it, rolling his left shoulder.
The cannonball smacked into Luffy’s waiting palm, and his arm stretched until the momentum petered out.
Usopp watched horror wash over the marines with a face-splitting grin.
“Check it out,” he laughed, nudging Zoro. “They understand physics!”
The swordsman was laughing too hard to reply. Luffy grinned, chortling.
“Don’t want it,” he said, his tone deliberately petulant. “You can have it back!”
Gomu Gomu no Buumeran!
Two seconds later, Filbert’s ship lacked a main mast, a mizen mast, and a fair number of personnel.
“Nice shot, Captain!”
“You know,” Crocus said, folding his paper up and slapping it down on his lap. “It’s damn rude of you kids to barge in here and start making demands of me. Why don’t you try paying attention? You’ve been swallowed by a whale, not shipped off on a luxury cruise!”
Such candor came only after the lighthouse keeper had screwed around with the Straw Hats and played shamelessly with their expectations. By being alternatively terrifying with his piercing, stony stare, and utterly benign toward them.
(“Hey! Are you gonna answer us, or do you wanna fight?! We’ve got a cannon, and we’ll use it!”
“I’d rather you didn’t. Somebody will get killed.”
“And… who’s that?”
“…”
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“Me.”
“Listen, you–!”)
A man had to get his kicks where he could, Usopp supposed. Particularly at Crocus’ age.
Usopp stood with the others, opposite where the Merry was docked, to see Igaram off. While the older man’s disguise wouldn’t hold up against any actual scrutiny, barring blindness or at least advanced glaucoma, he came up with a decent plan.
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“Happy birthday, Sabo,” Koala repeats, and holds out the rest of the stack of papers. “I got you your past.”
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16 Nov 2025
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When Naruto is kidnapped from his orphanage at age three, Kakashi is so done with this shit. He gets Naruto back, tells the Hokage where to go (politely, because he isn't suicidal), and raises the boy himself. Or, you know, tries and is proud when there aren't too many explosions.
Then everybody starts to copy him and it's a whole thing.
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16 Nov 2025
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Kakashi had experienced a pretty screwed up childhood. It was something that had taken him a long time to realize, because his father had been loving and his sensei was kind. He hadn’t been hit in anger or treated badly, so technically, his childhood had been a good one...right? After some careful thought, though, and after having taken on the responsibility of raising Naruto, he started seeing cracks in his memories.
When he was growing up, he couldn’t understand why all the other children around him were so slow and...and silly , for lack of a better term . After all, he was a genin while most of his peers were just beginning their training at the Academy. His father had taught him taijutsu from the moment he could crawl. He was more comfortable with shuriken than he was with chopsticks. He killed his first man when he was six and vividly remembered walking home while children his own age played tag in the schoolyard.
He’d been proud of that. He was a shinobi of Konoha, trusted with the lives of his comrades. He was important, a prodigy, a credit to his village and clan. He had worth.
With distance and time, he realized that while his father and teachers may have had the best of intentions, what they had done amounted to some form of abuse. He understood that they rationalized his meteoric rise as being due to the war, but he and his talents had been taken advantage of, pure and simple. He’d never been allowed to simply be a child. He was a weapon to be used and discarded if necessary.
Kakashi was determined not to do the same by Naruto, but the problem was that he wasn’t sure how to avoid it. The only childhood he was familiar with was his own, and possibly Gai’s, and neither of them were shining examples of normalcy. When he considered his other close friends, it didn’t get much better. Anko had been experimented on by a Sannin and subsequently connected with snakes better than she did with people. Tenzo had been literally grown in a fucking jar, and Itachi, well. Itachi came from a loving, “normal” family and he was still an Anbu assassin before his voice had changed.
Casting about desperately, Kakashi finally landed on a solution: he would simply copy everything Nara Shikaku did. Shikaku was an unmitigated badass, but Kakashi had observed him carefully and knew that Shakiku treated his son as more than just another soldier in the making. He saw Shikamaru as something precious, something to be nurtured. Shikaku prepared his child for the future, but he didn’t push. Despite Shikamaru’s more troubling tendencies to waste entire days watching clouds and moaning about work, the kid seemed well adjusted and happy. When Shikaku signed his son up for temple school at the age of five, Kakashi confidently did the same for Naruto.
He also may or may not have broken into the school office to ensure that the two boys would be placed in the same class, as well as guaranteeing that a certain ponytailed teacher would be their sensei.
Not to mention that Iruka being Naruto’s teacher would surely be good for at least a few parent/teacher conferences. Oh, the possibilities...
Iruka took in the situation at a glance and drew in a breath. “Oh, I see. Well, that certainly explains the frogs.” Then he did something that absolutely boggled Kakashi’s mind. Iruka deliberately stepped around Kakashi and stood on Naruto’s other side, protecting the boy from both directions. His posture subtly changed from “casual observer” to “shinobi on alert” as he started sweeping the crowd and the Tower with his eyes, helping Kakashi keep track of everyone and everything.
Kakashi was blown away. Iruka had taken in the situation, had innately understood that the crowd’s size and noise on top of Jiraiya’s presence was making Kakashi anxious for Naruto’s safety, and had immediately stepped in to help him. Everyone in Konoha usually assumed that he was the famed Copy-nin, Sharingan No Kakashi, the Hound, and that he was capable of handling almost any situation. Well, he was, but that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate or need help every once in a while. That Iruka would understand this, that he would do what he could to ease Kakashi’s mind, was more consideration than he was used to receiving. His chest swelled with an emotion that he couldn’t quite name. It was similar to what he felt for Naruto, but...different. Wilder.
Was this love?
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As the door opened Tim quickly disabled another three separate electronic sensors in the doorjamb by swiping them with a device that looked a bit like a thumb drive. “Walk where I walk,” he said.
He took a big step over the doormat, eyed the floor carefully, then took a careful skipped sidestep to another mat against the right-hand wall, where he removed his shoes.
“What the hell?” whispered Jason, still standing in the open doorway.
Tim pointed up. There was a net rigged up on the ceiling. “Pressure pads under the carpet.”
“I repeat, what the hell?”
After Tim completely derails Jason’s beatdown attempt by asking him for a hug, Jason’s first priority is to get this touch-starved kid more cuddles. Tim’s first priority is to avoid Dick’s traps.
Jason learns a lot about his brothers and what happened while he was away, and something about himself too.
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15 Nov 2025
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And then it was a mad dash across the hallway and Dick threw open the living room door and they all scrambled through it and –
– there he was, the Batman himself, face down in the glue trap, struggling to push himself up with his great black cape all puddled around him in the glue.
Tim snorted.
“B!” Dick called out cheerfully. “Looks like you’re in a bit of a… sticky situation there.”
“I’m getting a camera,” said Tim, diving back out of the room.
Jason threw back his head and laughed freely.
Batman raised his head, attempting to push himself up on his elbows. He drew in a deep breath. “Tim,” he said, choked. “Jason.”
“I can’t believe you, old man,” said Jason. “Timmy breaks in here all the time and he never has this problem. And here – here you are,” he laughed so hard he could barely continue, “lying down on the job…”
“Bonding with the floor,” giggled Dick, holding himself up with a hand on Jason’s arm. “Glued work, B!”
Tim eeled back through the doorway, past Dick and Jason, and held up Dick’s phone.
Bruce wasn’t attempting to get up. He lay there, prone in the glue, staring at the three of them with a tilt to his jaw that told anyone who knew how to look that he was having Emotions. Click!
“Wait wait wait!” cried Jason. He scrambled forward and crouched next to Bruce, holding up his hand in an offensive gesture. “Take it now!” Click!
“No rush!” yelled Dick happily. “I think he’s gonna be sticking around for a while!” Click!
Bruce turned his head to look at Jason. Click!
“Come on, Tim, let’s take a selfie!” crowed Dick, tugging him forward. The three of them crouched next to Bruce, arms around each other’s shoulders, jostling and shoving.
Click!
It was one of the worst pictures Tim had ever taken. Compositionally, at least. The top half of Tim’s face blurry in the bottom of the photo, Dick and Jason grinning widely, Jason with a hand on Bruce’s back, pushing him down into the glue, and Batman in his cowl in the glue trap, not even attempting to pull free, looking up at them with a soft smile on his lips.
“I’m sending this to Babs!”
“Screw that. I’m sending it to Alfred!”