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I've been thinking a lot about Jaybart lately, even wrote half of two one-shots that I might post soon, since I'm bored, and have nothing to do, here are some hcs of them that I have and intend to work on some future fanfics:

Sometimes, while the other is sleeping, they lie awake counting the other's breathing just to make sure they are alive. Neither of them knows about it. Bart does this more often, but Jason spends more time awake counting his breaths.

Jason cooks and Bart cleans. Bart can't cook to save his life, but he makes decent coffee.

Bart has freckles all over his body and Jason often compares them to stars, when they are alone he tries to kiss each of his freckles.

Bart's love language is physical touch and words of affirmation, so Jason has always one arm around his shoulders or waist, sometimes he lays his head on Bart's shoulder and when no one is looking he leaves a kiss on his neck or whispers in his ear 'I love you'

Jason's love language is quality time and acts of service. Bart always tries to find a way to go to Jason's apartment and spend some time with him, they talk, watch movies and sometimes just enjoy each other's company. 'I love you' for Jason is not in words, but it is in the little things. In the coffees that Bart makes for him, in the early hours of waking up together, in the silence while Jason cooks and Bart helps him chopping the vegetables.

Bart made (read: forced) Jason to watch all the Star Wars films

Whenever the two watch a film/series, Bart develops a crush on one of the actors and talks about it for weeks and Jason just agrees that most of them are actually hot

Most people don't know that they date. Bart always says he has a boyfriend, but never says his name instead he describes his boyfriend as 'a literature student who loves cooking and Jane Austen and Virginia Woolf books' and he always has fun seeing people's reactions when Jason appears and kisses him.

Roy can't stand being in the same room as them, he always says that they look at each other with puppy ​​eyes or like they're ready to fuck right there

Sometimes Bart wears skirts and dresses, Jason thinks he looks really beautiful wearing it.

Tim was the first to know they were together, he accidentally walked into the kitchen and saw them kissing (his reaction was similar to Ross's in friends but with less screams)

On their first Valentine's Day together, the two forgot it was Valentine's Day and spent the day watching horror movies and eating pizza.

Bart always listens to Tim and Jason's complaints about each other and finds it funny how the two always end up saying "How is he your best friend/boyfriend?”

Bart always pulls Jason's blanket over while sleeps.

Tim constantly walks over while they are almost having sex, most of the time he screams 'my eyes!' and Jason finds something to throw at him.

They are not a clingy couple, no pet names, no matching accessories, not so many pda, except for a few kisses, and a hand on the other's shoulder or waist, and they barely talk about the relationship with others, the reasons many people don't know they are dating is precisely this. They are very private, and none of them are afraid to provoke, disagree or upset the other.

The way I am sobbing, YOU HAVE BLESSED ME AND MY CREATION

Currently in rarepair hell be seeing you all :))

(bonus one under the cut cause I don't like it as much, but it's cute so take it avdjsnsj)

I cannot explain this in words currently but Jaybart is Davekat coded, that is all

YET ANOTHER ADD ON!!!

Jason terrifying Dick with his reckless driving skills and general disposition to possibly crashing and burning

Bart piloting the Batjet (it wasn’t fast enough for him) just cause Tim said he could.

Also, special mention to the time Bart stole a car and drove it off a cliff in his civvies with a civilian passenger.

Jason and Bart tropes #5

I will now try an convince you all of how well Bart and Jason would be as a power duo in only images

For one: the whole Pwned thing

Sarcasm in the face of danger

Tell me this doesn’t have Jason Todd vibes

Both died- 😭😭

Remember Bart vs Joker? I do

Both: have a love/hate relationship with their semi-mentors

jaybart headcanons pls

Ffs I just saw this cause tumblr didn’t notify me of any requests and I checked manually, rip. anyways, ABSOLUTELY! You’re in for a treat

• Bart has an oral fixation, which means he has a bad habit of biting the inside of his cheek or his tongue. Jason always has sucking candies (suckers, mints, life savers, etc) on him to keep him from doing that

• Jason is a classical literature geek while Bart is a comic nerd, and they often debate over plot devices used in their respective books

• Both of them have different comforts when it comes to calming a nightmare. When Jason wakes up, images of green tinted vision and uncontrollable rage pushing him to the brink of insanity, Bart knows not to touch him since that could be a trigger. Instead he sits some ways away from Jason and asks him simple questions (what colour is the sky? How old are you?) or walks him through the 5 senses trick until he’s grounded back to the present. When Bart is startled awake with a choked off scream, as he watches himself die over and over again and it feels like his body is being torn apart down to the molecular level, Jason has to hug him from behind tightly, staying silent and breathing exaggeratedly to get Bart to match to remind him that yes he’s alive and still there, not in a VR simulator or dead in the speedforce

• They don’t have constant contact with each other since their schedules are very different and both of them have missions at different times, so all of their texts are spread far apart and never say a typical ‘hi’ or ‘miss you’. Most consist of complaints about their day or a sudden random thought (“your brother is being a real dick, pun intended, planning on pranking him. How does he feel about paint in his hair?”) the other won’t see or reply for hours but they are perfectly content with that, they still see each other in person often enough.

• Bart has a way of getting Jason to do absolutely anything and it’s not by batting his ridiculously pretty doe eyes like one might think (though that is one method) Bart just challenges Jason into bets or trades and Jason caves cause his competitive, chaotic side wins over every. Single. Time.

• Bart doesn’t hold it against Jason not getting along with the rest of the bats like people typically do. (Mostly cause Bart’s got his own issues he needs to iron out with the flashfam even if him and Wally are on semi decent terms now) Even though Tim is one of his best friends, he listens to Jay’s complaints without bias and laughs at the dramatic retellings of their outings

• Similarly, Jason doesn’t hold Bart’s villain heritage over him like a lot tend to do when they find out about it. (Seeing as most of his family has some sort of bad blood) and he encourages Bart to reach out to his brother (Owen) despite him being a rogue (cause Bart deserves some family damnit!)

I have more but I didn’t want to overdo it in one. <3

Jason Todd 🤝 Bart Allen =

Risking it all for their best friends

[The first image is showcasing an exerpt from 'NEW52 RedHood and the Outlaws 1' where Jason (Right) is breaking Roy (left) out of a heavily guarded prison that could have ended in his capture or subsequent second death]

[In the second image is a scene from 'Impulse (1995) issue 6' Where Bart learns the his best friend Preston is being abused by his mother while in costume and is fully about to talk to the Vice Princible and Authorities about what he'd seen, giving away his secret identity in the process.]

PART ONE AND TWO OF WARM BODIES: posting this again cause duh, self promotion luvs 💕💅✨

Do you love angst? Do you love boys in love? Do you Love fix-it and MORE angst? READ THEM

OH, OHH SHRAP, AND THERES A WHOLE SUBCULTURE OF ONE OF THE BATBOYS BEING NEAL CAFFREY.

Y’all get ready, Jaybart is coming to the FBI. ;) I’m never letting this go now.

Dr Reid?? And the criminal informant in the white collar division?? Scandal!!!1!!11!

Just two undercover Justice League agents infiltrating the FBI who are also in love <3

Okay I cannot be the ONLY one to see the similarities of Bart and Spencer Reid. The Eidetic memory, walking fact book, socially awkward and avoidance of spotlight. A blindspot to romantic endeavours and their petty intellectual pranks. Acute sense of Justice but also a deep, burning anger. The hair, the baggy clothes. Fuck you, they’re the same person.

New headcanon that Jason and Bart flirt with each other over coms like how Derek and Garcia from criminal minds talk over the phone.

Bart: You’ve reached the line of ‘saving your souls’. How can I help you today.

Jason: Hey, Angel, need you to track (random specific stuff) for me.

Bart: Do I get a reward if I do, hot stuff?

Better yet would be the absolute mortification of everyone else on the line and they would find it so funny.

Jason: You’re on speaker so behave.

Bart: or what? You’ll spank me?

Tim, bashing his forehead into the batdesk:

-

Jason, looking Bart up and down: ‘Afternoon, gorgeous.

Bart: I have pretty eyes or beautiful thighs, only pick one to stare at at a time.

Dick: … I- I’ll just leave you two be.

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Jason: Imp, angel, tell me something I wanna hear.

Bart: you’re a statuesque God chiselled of beefy marble.

Jason: … something I don’t know.

Damian, slowly unsheathing his katana and plotting murder: Tell us about the case, you abomination.

I felt that I made too many people cry on my JayBart oneshot 'Warm Bodies', so I thought I'd rectify that with more tears. So, here's Part Two!

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Jason was angrier these days. Love and loss do that to a person. He walked around Gotham with tension in his posture, menacing intent with his every step. His gaze was hard and distant, scaring anyone to be the subject of their attention.

Even those that didn’t know him personally could tell he was very troubled. Tortured by things he’s been through, or rather went through. Haunted by a ghost of his past.

You look so grumpy today, did you accidentally drink orange juice after you brushed your teeth again? A voice whispered from the empty space beside him that used to be filled with sunshine. He didn’t answer.

Whispers went around Gotham about his drastic change. Jason was never a delicate flower, but he was so much more violent. Fights went on longer, drawn out for the satisfaction of release. Punches less pulled. Bullets wasted where they were saved and strategically shot before. More blood on his hands than ever.

His brothers tried to reach out and comfort him in one way or another, but he’d shoot down their every attempt with vehemence. They didn’t understand, they wouldn’t. How could they? How can you look at someone and tell them your entire world was ripped from you? How do you explain how vital it was to have someone at your side, and how suffocating it was when they were gone? How does he tell them he loved so deeply— mind, body, and soul— and that all those things died alongside his person?

I know what’ll cheer you up, let’s go to the library. I’ll help you find a new book to distract you. The black hole where his universe used to be speaks again, filling the space before vacuuming it away again. Jason doesn’t listen.

He doesn’t know why he can still hear his voice. Still feel his phantom touches, or see a flash of golden eyes. He didn’t care. He wanted them to stop, stop trying to replace what he lost, but he also wanted to gather everything he had left of him and never let him go again.

It didn’t matter where he went, the void would follow. It was like he could feel him walking at his side, but where he was all warmth and light, the space he left was cold and desolate. It played the imitation game well, but nothing could replace Bart.

You shouldn’t glare so much, it’ll permanently stick to your face. I think I already see frown lines. It says again, this time accompanied by a gentle breeze ghosting over his temple. A finger poking him attached to nothing.

Jason flinches back and blinks rapidly to clear the image of a teasing smile from his vision. “Stop that.” He grumbles, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, brute-forcing his way forewards like he needed the extra push to carry on.

So he does speak. What’s got you so grumpy today? Bart’s echo falls back into step with him as if nothing changed. For a moment, Jason blanks and wishes nothing ever had. He only allows himself a moment at a time to break and rebuild in the next second. A crash of tides before the Ocean calms once more.

He doesn’t answer, but that doesn’t stop the torture.

Did Bruce do something? Bart pesters, unfazed by the lack of response. No, let me guess. Dick was a dick? The soft sound of a chuckle carries on the wind and vanishes in its current. Jason ignores the stabbing pain when it almost makes him smile.

You can talk to me, you know. About anything. I’m always right here for you. But that was his problem, wasn’t it? Jason wasn’t upset at Bruce, or Dick. He was angry at the world for taking his.

He stops walking, not bothering to turn and talk to the space he knew would be empty. “But you aren’t here.” He speaks to the sky, fighting the rush of emotion that well up. “I can’t talk to you. I won’t get to ever again.” his control relinquishes and he’s left staring at the clouds, vision blurry with tears. His palms sweat, as does his forehead. His throat closes tightly, chest crushing with the weight of heartbreak.

He can’t look, not when he knows he won't see anything there.

Don’t be silly, Jay. I’m always right here. The void answers, whispering sweet nothings. Soft assurances to get him to give in to the darkness, be consumed by its nothingness. Maybe if he lets it swallow him whole, he could be with the real Bart again.

“I need you to come back to me,” Jason croaks around the lump in his throat, swaying in place as the energy is sucked out of him, leaving a hollow shell of a man that can barely stand on his own two feet.

It’s quiet for a bit, nothing but the sound of Jason’s sobs and sniffles until the darkness edges closer. Call out for me, Jay. It beckons. Come on, let it out. Yell so loud the Gods can hear you.

And he does. The very force of his anguished shout brings him to his knees. He screams until his throat is hoarse and even when it hurt, he continues. Even when he didn’t have breath in him, he pushes more and falls forwards, face pressed to the dirt. He didn’t stop until he was sure every deity out there could feel his pain and felt the guilt for taking the most precious thing the Earth had to offer him.

A crackle of thunder and flash of lightning broke through his clenched eyelids for a split second, as if Zeus himself responded to his screams. The noise was nothing compared to the rush of blood in his ears. He couldn’t feel anything except cold and alone.

This time when the void came back to comfort him, he struggled to get away. He didn’t want the chilled touch to replace the memory of Bart’s warm one. That was too far for him. He wouldn’t let that happen.

A hand reached out from the void and wiped his tears away, his eyes snapping open at the unexpected touch. It wasn’t empty. It wasn’t the breeze. It wasn’t cold.

“I’m right here.” Bart smiles through tears, stumbling into Jason’s arms and holding him so tightly they molded together. Not even air dared to get between them.

“How?” Jason struggles to find the words, but he didn’t need them to return the tight embrace with an even stronger squeeze. He didn’t need an answer, he had his world in his arms again and nothing has ever felt so right.

“You brought me back.” Bart strokes the back of his head like he used to, gently applying pressure on the back of his neck just like he’d done so many times on nights the guilt and hurt became too much. “But I never went far. You never spoke back to me.”

Jason choked on a sudden sob, tightening his arms around Bart and rocking their bodies in tandem. His speedster never left him. It was always him. It wasn’t his mind playing tricks, it was him.

“I’m sorry,” Jason begs for forgiveness, burying his face into Bart’s neck. He felt like he was on his knees in a Chapple, asking a God to forgive his digressions. The sin of love over life.

“Don’t get sappy on me now, slick. At least take me home first.” Bart jokes, and it was perfect. Jason didn’t think he’d ever hear that quick wit again. But now he has eternity to appreciate all of it all over again.

His speedster was home right here in his arms.

Warm Bodies

(Originally posted on AO3 by me/aka user CrashCityCentral)

The last thief was knocked out with a swift knee to his face and he fell limp. The distant sirens caught the vigilante’s attention and he let go of the KOd criminal’s hair, dropping him to the ground then slumped into the shadows, hoisting himself up a fire escape and to the rooftop overlooking the dark alleyway where the fight took place. He peered over the edge to the carnage he left behind; a group of 8, 6 men and 2 women, unconsciously strewed across the alley floor, all petty thefts and wanna-be big shots. He left once he made sure none of them woke back up and the police were close enough. He never bothered staying around for these moments, the police were looking for him too. He didn’t always keep his opponents alive. But, like any other corny romance novel, he met someone and they changed him. For the better, which he honestly thought was impossible until that point. He didn’t look back again and instead traveled through the city by rooftop. It was just about time to hang up his helmet for the night.

He jumped from building to building, the close proximity of the cities structures making it perfect for travel. Once he was close enough to his current safe house, he dropped down to the streets and ducked into a darker part of the backend allies where he pulled a bag from a hidden spot. He opened it, stripping his chest plate off and stuffing it inside. He then reached around his head to press two switches on either side of his helmet and slowly pull it off revealing his face. Jason Todd.

Jason slung the bag over his shoulders, now casually dressed in a tank-top and his suit pants, walking back to the main roads and towards the direction of his safe house, acting as casual as ever. This had been his constant routine. Once at the door, he pulled his keys out and unlocked a padlock that kept a latch shut. When the latch was opened he entered a six-digit code the door clicked and was pushed open. From where his warehouse was there was a glimpse of moonlight shining through the windows and now open the door, with only his shadow blocking out the only source of light in the dark room. Jason closed the door again slowly and tried not to make a sound as he locked it once more and put his keys on a nearby table. The room was a deafening silence, almost making his ears ring. It wasn’t always this quiet. He moved to hang up his gear and walked further into the house. His movements were slow, and he couldn’t tell if it was because he was tired or sore from fighting. It could be both. He let out an exhausted sigh before reaching the bedroom, moving the door handle slowly so the creaking wouldn’t disrupt the silence. There was a figure on the bed, laying there and waiting for him. It didn’t move when he came fully into the room and shut the door or took off his boots. It didn’t move until he walked over and was hovering over the bed and sat on the edge.

“Hey, Bart,” Jason said without even bothering to look at the boy laying down beside him.

“Welcome home, Jay,” Bart replied, with his usual animated grin. Though it was dark, Jason could practically see that smile. Something about the way he says it now makes it sound rehearsed. It was the same reply Jason got every time he came back, followed by the usual questions asked at rapid-fire. “How did it go? Did you kick ass? Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not hurt,” Jason said, his reply just as practiced. He didn’t bother answering the other two. He couldn’t. He just stared at the same place he zoned into when he sat down.

“You seem sad. What’s wrong?” Bart asked. Though he didn’t hear it, Jason could feel Bart move closer.

“You know what’s wrong.” The silence was too much. It was all wrong. All of it.

“What do you mean, Jay?” Bart’s voice still feigned the innocent confusion it always had.

Jason loved that about him. He loved how confused Bart got sometimes. When Bart gets too confused he gets frustrated and makes this cute pouty face and his leg bounces more violently the longer he thinks. It was just so him .

“Please don’t act like you don’t know.” Jason’s tone was nothing but pain. His voice was leveled but his mind was anything but. It’s been a long night.

“What’s wrong?” There he goes again. Those same routine lines. Those same replayed words. Those same concerned eyes.

Jason refused to look at those eyes. He knew if he did he’d cave and just accept this. But he couldn’t.

“You need to leave, Bart.” He swallowed hard, regretting the words but not taking them back either. This needed to happen. For both of them.

“I don’t understand.” the smile in Bart’s voice was gone. What was left was just concern. Jason cried.

The first few tears slipped out unannounced until they all just started pouring out. Tears and broken sobs. He wiped them away quickly, eyes screwed shut. There was a tingling sensation like someone had grazed their fingers lightly, over his cheek. His hand was so cold.

“Don’t cry, Jaybird.” Bart soothed. Jason reminded himself he couldn’t look. If he looked it became real.

“Please stop, Bart. Just go.” He rubbed his eyes. The ear-ringing silence came back. In the back of his mind, Jason knew he’d be back, just like he always is. But he was alone for now, his thoughts leaving him in peace until the next time. He opened his eyes.

Jason felt like crying again. He didn’t want to push him away, he didn’t want to tell Bart to leave. He wanted nothing more than to cave in and just collapse, letting Bart’s words soothe everything away and kiss him until he didn’t feel anything but loved. To listen to his rambles again and be praised with every villain he didn’t kill.

He wanted all of that back, he wanted his speedster.

Whatever his mind was doing to him was sick. Bart was dead. He has been for some time.

So, you converted me into Jaybart... And I was thinking about ship name. Like.. Idk, RedPulse?

Ah, welcome to the Jaybart cult, new fledgling. Glad to have you with us 😌

Now, as it is, ship names are such an intricate thing. Sometimes it’s just two names sloshed together- like Jaybart is in it’s current state- And sometimes it’s more metaphorical and whimsical.

I will say, I’ve given a little bit of thought into this topic, but I’ve yet to find a suitable conclusion. I’ve thought of funny one’s to match their personalities, and I’ve thought of cute one’s to fuel the shippers plight.

So far, I’ve got: Guns n’ roses, Nightbright, Wingpulse, Fleethood, Fast and furious, jackrabbit, and Jaypulse.

I’m extremely open to suggestions and invite comments and thoughts. I’m entirely too indecisive but I think it should be a collective ideal.

It’s funny, the way I imagine JayBart working. They aren’t one of those cute couples/friendships who get each other gifts and shower with affection. No, they call each other assholes and get into arguments about seemingly nothing, they find pleasure in each others discomfort and even more so if they are the ones to cause it. They fight over the remote and kick each other off the couch, chase each other around when the other goes to far with the playful taunts. Point out each others weaknesses but know when to call it quits. They aren’t cute or fluffy or something to coo at, they’re so much better than that. They’re just two people with asshole/sarcastic personalities that trust each other and will most likely wrestle on the living room floor in their form or affection.

Also this? This called me out cause you can guess who’s who in this scenario.

More info for JayBart, which is completely headcanon and can be platonic: For reference, cause I think a lotta people are confused about this,

Bart and Jason are canonically only a year apart of age, which is why I think a lot of you are questioning in case you thought it was bigger than that.

Bart, as we all know, had speed aging where he grew up faster than anything and chronologically speaking, he’s lived for 4 years. But since his perception of time is different than others, plus with the help of his Virtual Simulation growing up, he’s biologically 15 when he starts out as Impulse (According to secret origins 80 page giant #1). So he’s A year older than Tim.

Jason Todd is Two years older than Tim, also to reference. DC just doesn’t know how to draw the correct look for age gap. Bart just looks younger since he aged so fast, but he does shoot up in three years.

While their approach varies, they have very common morals when it comes to justice work and corrupt systems. (100% they both support ACAB, DC’s just too scared to bring up something “so controversial”) I mean, the amount of times Jason was failed by justice department and everything in between, on top of Bart unknowingly growing up in a system that’s run by the Evil President Thawne (HIS GRANDPA), the “science police”, that were just as corrupt as the president and constantly hunting him down, plus y’know, living in the apocalypse; both of them have strong views on the matter. (And Yes, I know Bart was a CSI for a year but Central City is already so far gone and morally depraved that he might as well be the one good thing about it.)

Yes, I think they would make a great couple, but I also ship them as platonic soulmates/platonic husbands, but really they just have an amazing dynamic (that has never been explored). I prefer my ships to have chemistry above all else, and you know, be in each other’s age range, and not siblings. Thing’s you shouldn’t ship characters for, but Chemistry is important to me at least.

Thank you for your time, if you’ve read thus far.

Am I going to be writing strictly JayBart for a little while? Yes. Am I procrastinating on my larger projects and other fics because of it? Also yes. Am I sorry? Not a bit. Maybe a little bit. (Life Hacks has come to a bit of writers block 😔)

A new JayBart fic, cause I’m weak. ✨

“Four times Tim Drake was oblivious to his best friend dating his brother, and the one time it hit him like a truck.”

Tim, absolutely sleep deprived and not even drinking coffee at this point, just inhaling caffeine: Life if just a long bingo game and the reward is death.

Jason, also sleep deprived and an intellectual: the fuck are you on about? Death is controlled by the three sisters past, present, and future with their magic scissors and thread.

Bart, ALSO sleep deprived and sprawled out on the couch and Jason’s lap: Be my Hercules.

Jason: Bold of you to assume I’m not Meg.

Tim, dropping his head in his hands: My life amounts to nothing more than a thread.

Bruce, extremely concerned for all of them: … okay.

Bart: I’m the little spoon!

Jason, wrapping an arm around him: I’m the knife.

Jason: My aesthetic is rage. I have twin handguns and wear leather.

Jason, pulling Bart over: This was the sunflower left on my grave.

Bart, waving innocently: :)

New JayBart oneshot posted!

Im on my Jaybart shrap again 😩

Not me thinking about how everyone would react if Jay and Bart did start getting along, let alone seeing each other.

Tim wouldn’t be very surprised, just sigh very heavily. Kon would frown in disappointment and shake his head a lot. Cassie would be confused but also laughing a bit behind her hand.

Dedicated to @legendofepic and your friend 💕 thank you for your support!!

Bart and Jay are like, the same but with different vibes.

Jay: 😈🔪💥Murder💥

Bart: 🥰💕✨Murder✨

You can’t tell me they wouldn’t. This is what they are.

A typical day

Tim, Bart and Jason all hanging out:

Tim on his phone: ...

Jason, braiding Bart's hair: ...

Bart happy about the attention: *speedforce actin' up*

Jay: Did... did you just fucking purr?

Bart, panicking: uhhHHHH EVASIVE MANUVERS! *full force slams a tissue box in Jay's face and runs away*

I'm writing Jaybart one-shots that absolutely none of you asked for but I'm going to post them soon anyways.

Have you considered JayBartTimKon polycule?

Bart being loved by everyone

I would like to see it

OMA Okay, so, YES! I have! I’m a fruitful believer in TimKonBart, but after building the foundation of JayBart, it’s been on my mind non-stop.  Starring: Kon being the hotheaded-himbo™, Tim as the Idiot with brains, Jay as the Classy Motherfucker, and Bart as the glue that they literally all depend on and will fight(kill in one case) anyone for.  Bart is totally oblivious to his role. 

How their polycule works in my mind are like so 💕 (Side note: a Polycule is a network of people connected in a large scale relationship, but not all persons are connected the same way for those that don’t know)

All three Jason, Kon, and Tim have a current romantic relationship with Bart. Kon and Tim are primary partners to each other, with Bart occasionally joining their group. Jason and Kon are more distant; their standpoints vary on each other depending on mood and day. Tim and Jay are brothers, adoptive or not, so there's no relationship other than platonic; I don’t ship any batcest. 

Some common occurrences with these roles:

Bart, casually suggesting to Tim and Jay, on separate occasions, that they should work things out and the story is a lot deeper than it may seem. Jay gets pouty about it for a week, and Tim puts it off until he can’t stop thinking about what Bart said until surprisingly, Jay calls him first. The moral of the story, they all take Barts's opinion of them VERY. SERIOUSLY. When it happened after a week, he figured he had nothing to do with it since it was muuuch longer to his perception of time. 

Kon and Tim get into another argument because Kon’s being stubborn™, and Tim is also stubborn. So as Bart does, he becomes stubborn about people getting along. He approaches Tim first, giving Kon time to cool off and him an opportunity to catch Tim off guard while he’s sleep-deprived. He talks in his usual upbeat way, asking questions on top of questions faster than Tim can answer so Tim tries answering everything, not even able to process their questions about the argument that just occurred. After he’s satisfied he goes to Kon, knocking on his door politely (something he didn’t do with Tim) and when he’s invited in, he lays out Tim’s side of the story in a much more emotionally heartfelt way that Tim usually isn’t able to put into words. He then leaves and lets them apologize to each other. 

The first time Bart dies, and then closely after with Kon’s death, with Tim going through his phase into Red Robin, Jay actually COMFORTS him. For the first time. When Bart did come back, he saw that they got much closer and Jay’s excuse was “You fucking DIED. Never do that again.” and they cry. (Too Bad Bart dies four more times after that)... 

I have sooo many ideas on this but I hope you’re satisfied! ❤😊

Jason and Bart tropes #5

I will now try an convince you all of how well Bart and Jason would be as a power duo in only images

For one: the whole Pwned thing

Sarcasm in the face of danger

Tell me this doesn’t have Jason Todd vibes

The duality of their death and parallels between the scenes

Remember Bart vs Joker? I do

Both: have a love/hate relationship with their semi-mentors; Bruce and Wally

On a previous post I said that Bart is the only one in the core four that can actually flirt and i stand by what i said. But it’s only cause he accidentally flirts by being so blunt all the time and no one can change my mind.

Bart: *holding a piece of pizza but staring at Tim*

Tim: what?

Bart: just debating if i wanna eat this or kiss you rn.

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Kon: morning Bart.

Bart, without skipping a beat: you look great today. New hair gel?

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Jason: why are you so close-

Bart: nothin’. You just have really pretty eyes.

You cant tell me he wouldn’t.

I just imagine how Jay and Bart meet being something stupid.

Bart’s visiting the manor to chill cause they understand his trauma and pain better than any of the flashfam, who also kinda disowned him.

They started a harmless “drink if you have” game and so it begins.

Jason, being a little shit that likes making people uncomfortable by bringing up his death: alright. Drink if you’ve died.

*both Jason and Bart take a shot* (obviously Dami can’t cause he’s underage and not playing)

Duke: dude, you died?

Bart: *shrugs*

*room is silent for a bit*

Bart: *nervous sweats*

Bart: alright so, drink if you’ve been to space-

So on so fourth.

Jason, emotionally unstable and doesn’t know the first thing about confronting feelings: ...

Bart, completely driven by emotion and intuition who just wants to be loved and give his love: so, A date then?

Jason: yea, sounds cool.

Jason: I was wondering if you'd go with me to Bruce's wedding next week.

Bart: Are you asking me on a date next to a dead person.

Jason: You know I'm at my calmest while on the job. Is that a yes or a no?