Inspiration

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 6: Shadows

My life was never easy. I had to learn to fend for myself from an early age, take care of the people who trusted me, only to be stabbed in the back.

The alleys of Gotham were by far the worst places in the city, but I had to learn. The night rides were crazy, but without those rides, I would have never met Jason.

I learned 3 things from those rides: Damian Wayne is a killjoy when he's in the Robin costume, he just keeps complaining about everything and saying they should do one thing instead of another. That Batman watches a few specific alleys a day. And that most criminals under Arkham's watch would never rob a 10-year-old girl, or at least not the ones I came across.

Red Hood, Shade, and I, along with James were on the roof of a building near Wayne Tower, keeping an eye on those drunks, druggies, and perverts sitting on the sidewalk, on the bat's orders, that was what we would do for the rest of the night.

It was actually a pretty boring night. And my team had asked for the weekend off, so I wouldn't be able to escape with them.

"Eclipse, send your shadow to buy me a beer, this is going to go on for a long time," said Jason, who was sitting on that rooftop leaving his feet dangling.

"If Batman gets hurt, would he become Bruised Wayne?" James asked, sliding his finger across his phone screen. Then he got a smack from Assana.

"Don't be an asshole." Shade said, sitting down next to Jason.

"But is it or isn't it?"

"I don't know, don't get philosophical with me, look it up on the Internet." I answered, laughing a little at that bad joke.

That's how almost all our outings were, generally, when we went on Batman's side we never did much, because I was afraid that something would get out of control, it was just watching a group of thugs and that was it. While if we went on behalf of Red Hood, Young Justice, my team, and even with Nightwing, we had more freedom.

"If this takes longer, I'll call Scorpion and Poison, and we'll go drinking." James commented. He was starting to follow in Jason's footsteps, but for me, it was better for him to go drinking with our friends than to go out there unannounced. At least with our mates, there was a way to contact them.

"Invite me, although I'll have to have a juice, honestly I don't feel like spending all night here." I followed him.

"No drinking, going to bars, and coming home late, especially not today. Bruce wants everyone to be at the house tomorrow. And get up early."Jason said in an attempt to keep us on that horrible rooftop.

"I thought you were only staying one night at the mansion," Assana asked, also pulling out her phone.

"And so, if we can't drink, why do you want me to bring you a beer," I asked, pulling out my brother's wallet and checking how much money he had.

"Because I'm of legal age. And you two are barely 18, you shouldn't even be drinking." Jason replied. Standing in front of me. I gave the wallet back to my brother and Jason sat back down.

"Haha, nice." Assana teased. Still looking at the screen of her phone.

Suddenly, in my right hand was already a can of cold beer and a juice, and my shadow returned to my other hand.

"Jane!" Jason warned as he saw me open the can.

"Believe it or not, I did pay. Here's my change." I said, tossing him the coins to try to avoid my father's scolding. "Do you want some?"

"Oh, and you paid with my money, didn't you?" James asked, taking out his wallet to check that he wasn't missing any money.

"I'll pay you back the day we go out to rob another store." I said, only to get hit in the back of the head." If you don't want me to steal, then give me money to pay him." And instead of him giving me at least one bill, he snatched the can in my hand. "You're welcome."

For a strange black smoke to buy beer wouldn't be the strangest thing the citizens had ever seen. Obviously, I would have problems with Batman, nothing that couldn't be fixed with a good breakfast.

The shadows lived with me. They came into my life without my consent. I met them when I least expected it. And I don't think they're going to leave anytime soon.

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 24: Troubled Family

"Harper!" Timonthy and I shouted as we took in the full view of the person who had walked through the door. The red-haired boy wearing his favorite cap with green ink tattoos and the typical red suit. And obviously, he came in drunk, as expected.

"I honestly wasn't going to come but I said to myself: Roy, you haven't visited your nephews in like 2 weeks. And now I'm here. Is your father here?" he said, as he sat down in one of the dining room chairs, or at least tried to sit in a chair. God brings them up and they get together.

"Actually it was almost a month, days more, days less. But now, kind gentlemen, I must go to sleep because I have classes in a few hours. I don't want to fall asleep in history or math class so..." I said while I was trying to arrange the couch for Roy to sleep, when I finished talking, I pointed out the exit to Timonthy, not through the door, but through the window.

I didn't want him to sleepover, it was one thing to ask him for help because my brother wasn't around and another to want him to sleep here. We still hadn't fixed our problems, and I still refused to talk to him.

After I got Roy settled and finished cleaning up the mess, I went to sleep, two hours was something. I put away my suit and settled down to sleep, with the moonlight bathing my room and a mountain of homework that I didn't feel like doing right then and there.

When my alarm went off, I could smell food, Jason was a pretty good cook and rarely had anything raw or burnt. Unlike me, the most I could make was instant soup.

I got up and put on my school uniform, I had to admit I hated that uniform, but it was better than wearing casual clothes. I decided to comb my hair for once in my life, putting on a tiny braid and leaving the rest loose.

When I got to the kitchen I noticed Roy and Jason having a pleasant conversation, laughing from time to time, with Roy throwing bread crumbs at my father's head.

"How did my favorite niece wake up?" Roy said, trying to hug me. And when he did, he squeezed me in his arms.

"Fine, but could you let go of me?" I asked, trying to get out of that bear hug.

"Not until you call me uncle" The smile on his face became huge, and the food on the table only made me want to get out of it as fast as possible.

"Uncle Roy, now let go of me," he finally let go, but the smile was still on his face. It wasn't very often that I called him that, but he loved it. "My brother is not here yet?" I asked as I poured coffee and took some food on a plate.

"I thought he was the one who took me to my room," Jason said, walking over to the table to put down another plate of food.

"Actually... I called Jackson to help me. And now I'm running late, would either of you like to give me a ride? or give me the keys so I can drive?" I asked, trying to avoid the subject. I took the keys to my father's motorcycle, making them jingle so they could see that I was serious about going on my own without a driver's license.

In the end, Roy offered to give me a ride, he wasn't a bad driver, but it wasn't like I enjoyed the ride much either. When he dropped me off at school I warned him to keep Jason away from the phones in case the school called him about something, I had a bad feeling and didn't want to get the classic hour-long scolding.

As I walked in I started to look for my brother or a classmate of his to let him know about my brother's absence, but someone got in my way.

"Look at you, you almost look like a normal girl. Without those painted hairs and those chains on your skirt or those excessive extra sweaters, and obviously without your classic bodyguard," said the girl in front of me, as if we had known each other all our lives.

"Do I know you?" I asked, sweeping her with my eyes.

"Don't play stupid with me?" she replied, moving closer to me.

"If I may, I have to look for my brother," I tried to avoid her so as not to get into more trouble.

"Why? To hide behind him?" Her tone of voice was getting more and more irritating.

"Angella, leave her alone" Marcel Cleary was the guy everyone feared because he could ruin your family's financial situation in seconds, and that was worse than a blow. Advantages of being the son of a multimillionaire family. When the girl finally walked away, he spoke again. "So, what's Bruce Wayne's granddaughter doing alone?"

"I'm looking for my brother, have you by any chance seen him," I asked, starting to walk along with him.

"No, but we have a lot of classes together, I'll let them know he's not here. Don't worry," he said kindly, we said goodbye and went our separate ways.

When I entered the classroom corresponding to my class, I looked for my seat next to my cousin, and to my surprise, the new boy's seat was empty.

"What about the new boy?" I asked, arranging my things on the table before the annoying literature teacher arrived.

"I don't know, I didn't see him in the courtyard," Olive answered, playing with a pencil in her hand, then tossing it at someone's head, "Hey, did you talk to Damian? When I got to the Manor he was saying something about leaving Bruce in the kitchen and then he wasn't there," she recounted, starting to take her things out of her backpack.

"I didn't talk to him, but Jason was saying something similar, I didn't take it seriously because he was drunk, but Tim also said Damian told him about that weird adventure. At this point I don't know what to expect from those guys" I said, copying her actions.

The first two classes went on forever, with one teacher literally ignoring me and another not explaining what the Punnett square was and expecting us to guess how to do it.

When recess came, I was more annoyed than anything, at least I hoped the next few classes would be a little lighter or I would start using the shade to distract myself.

At some point, Timonthy approached my table, carrying a cute white thermos with an adorable polar bear drawn on it.

"Wow Wayne, I didn't know you liked bears," Jared teased, tossing him a piece of lettuce.

"Just so you know, they're fierce hunters, and the thermos is not for me." When he finished speaking, he brought the glass close to my face.

"For me?" I asked incredulously. Tim wasn't much of a gift-giver, and this was really adorable.

"Yes, and it's full. I asked Alfred to make the coffee since he knows how you like it," this was definitely adorable, at least to me.

Before recess ended, I went to the bathroom, asking Olive to put the thermos in my place if I didn't make it to the cafeteria before the bell rang.

Usually, in those places, the most horrific acts are witnessed. Clearly, I did my basic needs and washed my hands (as anyone not addicted to pictures in the bathroom mirror would do) and before leaving I ran into Angella.

"Wow, it's a small world," she said, pushing me into the stinky place.

"And it sure is." I tried to dodge her to get out since the bell had rung a few seconds ago.

"I'm told you don't even live in your grandfather's manor. Who does your father have to suck his dick to have money to eat?"

"I would ask you the same question Wilson."

"Tell me, Jane, how does it feel to be Bruce Wayne's forgotten granddaughter? Oh, that's right, you don't know."

"So that's what this is all about? Ha," I said, straightening up to look taller.

"You missed me so much, you had to find a replacement." And so much for my patience.

My fist went straight to her nose, she didn't even have a chance to avoid it. As she tried to block the gush of blood, I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the sink. Then I pulled her into a cubicle and whipped her again against the toilet bowl knocking her unconscious.

Blood was flowing from her nose and from a cut on her forehead. This would be a big problem if they found me here.

I took out the shadow and had it destroy the camera in the hallway while I washed my hands, arranged my hair and uniform skirt. I left Angella lying on the floor, bleeding.

As I walked out into the hallway, I picked up the shadow and headed to my last classes of the day.

Previous Chapter

Stephanie: Bet you guys can't make a sentence without the letter "a".

Jason, resident english nerd: You thought you did something there,didn't you? Well,sorry to burst your bubble but numerous sentences could be constructed without employing the first letter of the english lexicon.

Stephanie: Fuck you, zombie boy.

jason: bruce, mataste al joker, ¿verdad?

bruce: ¿cómo te explico?

jason, haciendo su plan de secuestrar al payaso: mamaste

normalmente no hago posts en español pero se me acaba de ocurrir un headcanon de jason: (si hablara español) sería el wey que le diría 'mamaste' a cualquier delincuente que lo hiciera enojar jsjsj

like,

jason: podemos hacer esto por las buenas o por las malas, dime quién es tu informante

delincuente: *escupe en el zapato de jason*

jason:

delincuente:

jason: mamaste *procede a dispararle en la pierna*

no necesariamente se lo dice solo a delincuentes y villanos, la usa en todas partes porque es su maldición fav, le gusta como suele intimidar a las personas:

jason: dick, ¿sabes dónde está mi barra de granola que guardé en la mañana?

dick: ¿la que estaba en la barra de la cocina? ¿una con arándanos??

jason: si.

dick, sudando frío: a

jason: mamaste

dick: *huye por su vida*

Jane Hart

3 years ago, in 2018, I felt very lonely, to the point the only thing I could do was watch TV all day long and read.

One day, I was changing channels, trying to find something to watch, when Teen Titans Go popped on my screen. I watched it, I liked it and I tried to find more about it, to the point I discovered Nightwing New 52 and Grayson. I fell in love with the whole batfam and the idea of a new character appeared in my mind.

Jane Todd, biological daughter of Oscar Hart, adopted by Jason Todd (yes, this is weird, sorry) and grand daughter of Bruce Wayne.

The idea is still forming on my mind, but I think I can get somewhere.

i promise you, every gotham criminal shat their pants the moment the bat symbol appeared on red hood's chest

Magic candles on Christmas containers

Yeah, that´s me trying to explain it to my mom

Me, 5 years ago new to dc comics: Isn’t Robin dead or something?

My veteran dc fan friend:

Reminder that as part of the fandom you are free to think whatever you want about a character.

Headcanons are a thing but we also need to remember which things belong to Canon and which to fanon.

Comic writers frequently mess up with things and the fact that between the fandom we can put a little more diversity is enjoyable.

Headcanons are a thing, and we are free to think whatever we wanna think (except if it harms someone)

Tim and Jason stans excusing Jason's canonical brutal violence against Tim as "pitmadness" (this is NOT a thing in canon, guys) and forgetting Jason nearly killed 10 year old Damian too or often celebrating that reminds me Dick and Damian are also canonically PoC and whatever fanon may "colour code" them, Tim and Jason are very much White dudes.

Hey not sure if the mirage in that last post you made is referring referring an OC, but in dc canon mirage aka Miriam Delgado is a shapeshifter who sexually assaulted dick grayson by impersonating starfire, who was his gf at the time.

Here's a link to a reddit post with the panels: https://www.reddit.com/r/comicbooks/comments/5qqz7l/that_time_dc_slutshamed_nightwing_after_he_was/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

Shit, I didn't knew about that. Sorry

Think I may change the name of that character and try to not commit that mistake again.

Thanks for the info ._.