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Part 1 of Voices AU – Jason hears ancient entities || [ DC ]
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2025-04-23
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And all the people say... You are not a human being...

Summary:

Well...

If you can't stop hearing voices, might as well embrace it.. Right?

Notes:

I dunno, just Jason and his voices.. Lol

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Chapter 1: Gotham

Summary:

Gotham is not kind. Gotham is not gentle.

She hurts. She tries not to, but she does.

She is cruel.

But she is caring.

And she protects those she claims.

Notes:

Sorry for mistakes ig, feel free to throw tomatoes.. I would prefer strawberries

Anyway......... Uh.. Eldritch Goatham yippeeeeee–

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Once upon a time.. . There was a girl"

His mom - Catharine - used to tell him a story.

"Little girl who had the sky and shadows as home"

She would smile and tell him the story about a little girl who was alone and lonely.

"But she wanted more.."

Every night. 

"..So she created her little world"

Over and over again.

Too bad he couldn't remember the story now. Only the humming she made after finishing the story. But was that important now? Jason didn't think it was.

The things that was important at the moment were food and clothes. Either that or starving to death, which wasn't pleasant demise for him. Sure, he didn't see any point in living, but he didn't want to die. Human nature or something. He didn't know. And honestly, couldn't care less.

Jump. Steal. Run. Hide. And run. Than repeat. Over and over.

Of course it couldn't stay calm as it was. No. Of course not.

Run. He needs to run. He is running. Jumping into alleyways, behind care and buses. Running as fast as he could. The tail wouldn't lose him.

"Child"

He flinched, but didn't stop. Not now. He didn't have time for the weird voice that started in his head after his mother's death, which he ignored since. He needs to run. Not to deal with a possible trauma response from his brain.

Not now.

Preferably not ever.

"Child"

Run. Down the street. Left to the streets and-

A loud care honk. Too many cars. He can't cross it. Fuck. Than right. Run. Jump. Duck. Run. And into a alley. Dead end.

"Shit– Fuck–"

The voices coming closer.

"My child, the shadows"

The... Shadows?

Jason's eyes darted to the corners of the alley. The shadows... The shadows were moving.

"What.."

He hesitated.

"Here! He should be here!" Shouts from the streets coming closer.

Well fuck. He would rather die by some meta shit than be caught by those assholes.

With a shaky breath, he stepped into the shadows.

"Good"

Than it all went into darkness. He couldn't hear anything, not even his shaky breaths, not even his quick after running heartbeat. But he stayed calm. The darkness was suffocating but not scary.

Calm.

Gentle.

He felt safe.

Closing his eyes he let the darkness embrace him. He's not sure how much time he spent there.

When he opened his eyes he was back at the alley. The people were walking around each with their own shit to deal with. No one chasing him.

"Huh..."

Looking around once more Jason let out a shaky breath, than a quiet chuckle, which become silent gigles.

Madness. He was going crazy for sure.

"Hah.... I.. Thanks?"

He said to no one and someone at the same time. The shadows flickered slightly.

"No need, my child"

Okay. Yeah. He was going crazy.

Should he ask what or who this voice is? He's not sure.

Tough he has a feeling about that.

"..."

Fuck this shit.

"Hey.. Gotham?"

"Yes, my child?"

The shadows flickered again. The voice sounded happy. Guess he was right.

"... Nothing.."

He had questions. A lot.

But right now?

Right now he wants to get back to his little corner in the abandoned building before the Russian Mafia will decide to start their weekly meeting on the first floor. People usually avoided that place, so, why not use it to his advantage?

Speaking of advantage..

"Say.. Can you teleport humans with the shadows?"

The shadows started shaking. As if laughing.

"Well.. I don't know.. Want to find out?"

Yep. He was going insane.

He let out a startled giggle.

Apparently the shadows could, in fact, teleport.








Notes:

Jason: ... I'm not your child tho?

Gotham: Child. My child.

Jason: ......

Gotham: Mine :D

Chapter 2: Robin

Summary:

Birds usually symbolize freedom and hope.

Robin is a new beginning.

When a bird flies away, why not catch a new one?

A child with the nature of freedom.

Robin hopes that Gotham won't mind to share. Well, it's not like Robin is going to ask.

Notes:

Short as fuck, I wrote this in the bus and am posting while in my math lessons lol

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Usually Jason knows better than to follow a random voice. Especially a random voice at night. In the Crime Alley of all places. 

 

But the voice was a childish laughter. 

 

Childish laughter at night in Crime Alley is something that can't exist. There is something not right. 

 

And Gotham is silent. That's the second weird thing. Maybe that's a sign to not follow? 

 

Another giggle. 

 

Yeah, no. Either there is a new villain or someone us drugging a kid. And if that's the second... Fuck it. He really shouldn't do that. 

 

He follows the laughter. 

 

"Huh..."

 

No child. No laughter. Only darkness, the smell of everything expect freshness and the Batmobile. Without Batman at sight. 

 

Looking around Jason tightened his grip on the tire iron he grabbed on the way. 

 

A clapping of wings. 

 

Flinching, the boy looked around. Up. No birds at sight. Well, shit, he really is loosing more screws as the days go. 

 

Gotham is silent. Why in the world is she silent now?! 

 

Looking around, Jason cursed under his breath and approached the vehicle. If his fucked up mind made him to come here, might as well use the opportunity. 

 

One tire. Two tires. Three.. And finally–

 

A sound of something landing behind. 

 

Hitting Batman with a tire iron wasn't in plans. Just a reflex. 

 

Calling him a big boob? Yeah, it was in the plans. 

 

Getting litterly snatched by Batman was not in fact in plans. 

 

Well, he really shouldn't have followed the laughter. 

 

"Caught you!"

 

Oh fuck.. 

 

"Huh... I thought you followed the little bird"

 

Fuuuuuckkkkk... 

 

"Well! You thought wrong! Haha!"

 

There is two of them! 

 

 

Notes:

Jason: *just exist*

Robin: Awwww, what a cute birdie

Gotham: *blinks*

Robin: Awwww, what a cute birdie I have :3

 

Also, in case y'all don't understand

 

Robin: Caught you!

Gotham: Huh? I thought you followed the little bird

Robin: Well, you thought wrong, haha

Notes:

I tried lol..

 

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