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03 May 2020
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Red Raven

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The sky cracks, whistles. Shouts and music blare from the house. Jason laughs and snags the bottle of port from the snow, lifting it over his head like a toast as fireworks spark in the sky. They’re in a bad spot, only able to see the bare edge of the display, but the colors of the fireworks sparkle in the cracks of the pond, over the cleanest patches of the dirty piles of snow. Jason upends the bottle, adding more color, laughing uproariously as he spins in a circle before dropping it and raising both middle fingers to the sky.

“Happy fucking new year!” He howls.

And Tim laughs.

(Or; A different meeting in a different time and place has enormous consequences)

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    Slowly, Jaster raised his hands, palms out and open and empty.

    “Ad. Where’s your cabur? Or rather, your Master?”

    Because surely there was one? Baby Jedi were not left to roam the universe unattended, much less a war ravaged planet. But baby Jedi were not usually wrapped in layers of filthy, blood stained rags. Were not usually malnourished to the point of gauntness. Were not usually willing to face a Mandalorian alone, much less attempt to fight them to the death without provocation.

    Then again, his mere presence was apparently provocation enough. And the kid was obviously serious about either driving Jaster off the planet or removing him from the universe entirely.

    (Jaster takes a brief deviation to a war-torn world, discovers a Madalorians worst nightmare and consequently diverts the course of the whole galaxy)

    Shelves: Star Trek Fics

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    Once Upon A Kidnap Dreary

    According to a certain Dick, kidnapping was a right of passage for the wards of Wayne. An initiation, as it were, to the life style of the rich and famous.

    Jason hadn’t believed him. Or, hadn’t believed that he would ever be stupid enough to get kidnapped in the first place. Dick might be an idiot who would hop into any van labeled Free Candy but Jason was smarter. Street smart and, these days, book smart too. He knew to kick nuts first, ask questions never and not look back even once. Gotham might not be the trafficking capitol of the world, but it was dangerously close to being the trafficking capital of America and he wasn’t about to become a statistic.

    (Jason Todd never has and never will need a cape to be Tim Drakes hero. And he's going to prove that or die trying)

    Shelves: DC Comics

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    archiveofourown.org
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    59,265
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