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Part three of Jon and the Wayne’s! This time with Jason.

“Hello other murder hobo kind of adopted brother.”

Jason looked up at Jon, a kindly offended and a little weirded out expression on his face.

“I don’t know that I ever consented to this.”

Jon looked up at him blankly, not faltering.

“I didn’t know you had a choice in the matter.”

Jason paused, and nodded.

“That’s actually incredibly fair considering my track record.” He mused.

“How can I help?”

Jon looked blankly at him, before sighing.

“Can I have 20 bucks to go get FroYo?”

“Sounds like a lot for FroYo.”

“I like FroYo.”

“Why aren’t you asking Bruce?”

“I did.”

“And what did he say?”

“No.”

“So then why are you asking me?”

Jon scoffed at Jason’s questions? Crossing his arms and leaning on his back foot.

“Because he’s not the boss of you.”

Jason inhaled very deep into his nose before letting it out ate starting at the floor, slowing looking up and Jon and taking to himself.

“Oookay it’s a trap, it’s a trap, you know it’s a trapped, you’ve trained for this, calm down-“

“You said he was a depressed caffeine addicted little bitch.” Jon said, raising an eyebrow and adjusting his beanie.

Jason, looking back at the boy and shifting on his feet said, rather loudly.

“That doesn’t reflect my beliefs, actually!”

“You’re sweating.” Jon said, fighting the little smirk off his face.

“No I’m just dying, it’s been happening for a while actually.” Jason hugged back, tugging on his collar while glaring down at the boy.

“Isn’t that so sad? Lest talk about that for a while.” He added, trying to veer the conversation off its plotted course.

Jon swigged, playing all off and glancing away.

“I mean, look, I get why you’d be scared of Bat-dad.” He said, baiting Jason.

Jason fell hook line and sinker.

“I AM NOT-“ Jason started but was cut off by a clattering of metal in the distance. He froze, before leaning closer to Jon and hissing.

“I am not scared of him.”

Jon knew he had him.

“Really? Because I heard he could kick your ass. Even when you were fully red-hood.”

Jason shit up and said loudly.

“Well he is entitled to his-“

He hissed this park:

“Very wrong.”

Before being all loud again.

“Opinions!”

Jon tilted his head.

“So he couldn’t take you in your heyday?”

Jason glared at him.

“I resent that wording and I could take him right now and I wouldn’t need a gun to do it.”

Jon acted interested and looked at Jason, putting on his best innocent curious face.

“What would you need?”

Jason fell again, much to Jon’s delight, and replied.

“Katey Perry playlist, a surround sound-system, and a crowbar.”

Jon put on his best shocked face and turned his tone lighter.

“Really? It’s that easy?”

Jason smirked and leaned down.

“Like a cat in the fucking bathtub.”

“But, I mean, if he’s so easily bodied by you, why would you fear saying yes? Why wouldn’t you contradict him on the FroYo thing?”

Jason considered it and looked both ways. Knowing his reputation was on the line he pulled a twenty out of his vest and held it out to Jon.

“Here you go, young Kent.”

“Thank you.” Jon said sweetly, about to walk away before turning on his heel.

“Oh, I forgot one thing. Thank you, and, WE GOT ‘IM!”

Bruce, who was standing behind Jason, placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down to whisper.

“What was that about Katey Perry?”

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this is the part before this:

part after:

if you want to be @ in the next just drop it in the comments.

@klance-one-standing

Jon and the Wayne’s:

part one: Jon the weed dealer.

part two: misunderstandings.

Part three: stinging Jason todd.

Part four: poker night.

Part five: Bruce likes being single.

Part six: mission and Kris.

Intruder

Mer JL au:

Aurthur: Yellowtail amberjack. (it’s a king fish and I thought that was funny.)

Diana: Amazon molly. (Do I really need to explain myself? Although ignore the size, I like to imagine Diana as buff. Insert thumbs up emoji.)

Hi! Author’s note, thank you for all your support for the first part of his I did! It really motivated me to continue with this project instead of just giving it up.as per usual, pleas PM me if you want to be added to the tagged list, if you have any ideas about the story or want me to incorporate any specific aspects or neglected characters, just let me know in the comments and ill add them.

Every part I think I’m just going to try to add two more species of Mer, like I did in the first part. The first part will be linked under the people who asked to be tagged, if you want to be tagged PM me.

Tagged:

@ancientdreams-in-a-modernland

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.

chapter four: Clark finds the family. Bruce needs a nap.

Enjoy the story!

“He isn’t happy with you. You missed the whole meeting.” Diana sighed, “we were discussing the trenches situation, the trench creatures are starting to come higher then normal. He’s still pissed you missed it though. What were you even doing?”

Clark looked over at Diana, crossing his arms with a huff looking to the reefs surface.

“I told you. I went to find the Mer who we’ve been getting reports about, and he slipped away. Before I even got there, and its dose take time to scout the whole area you know?”

Diana looked at him, eyes narrowing as she stopped in her tracks, sitting on a piece of coral glaring at him accusingly. Clark shifted his eyes, now slightly wringing his hands as he met the others glare.

“Uh, Diana- “

“How do you know it’s a Mer? How do you know it’s a guy Mer? You said it had slipped away before you got there.”

Clark cursed internally, eyes widening a fraction and lips slightly pursing before he schooled his expression and tried to produce a lie on the spot.

“Just an assumption on the gender, and I guessed it was a Mer because I found a shark carcass. It didn’t just leave teeth marks, it left claw marks, but only in places where it would matter. I really shouldn’t bring my assumptions into a serious conversation, thank you for catching me on that.”

He said, trying to derail her with the thanks instead of her analysing the fact that none of that information on his assumption was on his mission report.

“Huh,” Dianna said. Clark answered that too fast, there was too much reasoning with that. If he had just told her, it was an assumption, she would’ve understood and let it go. But he kept rambling about it, that was quite suspicious. Her eyes flicked to the faint scratches on his arms he had attempted to hide wrapping his arm up in seaweed.

‘Idiot probably lost,’ she mused in her head. ‘Embarrassed he went alone no doubt, and lying to cover up he couldn’t manage it alone. No point in embarrassing him, but this is vital information…’

“Anyway,” she started again, giving him a smile as she started swimming again, Clark visibly relaxed as he followed.

“You should add all that to your mission report.”

Clark looked at her, confused. Before nervously chuckling with a sheepish look. “But, Diana, it’s just an assumption. I don’t want to be wrong- “

Diana gave him a sharp look. She cared about him, but the lie was disrespect she wouldn’t take.

“I trust your judgement, Clark.” She said, voice steadily firm. “Write it, you’ve never been wrong about an assumption before.”

She was giving him a clear disapproving parent stare, one that made him adjust the seaweed covering his arms as he tried to give a normal grin.

“Thanks Di, your too good to me.”

“I know.”

The rest of the swim back was relatively normal after the tension dissipated. Clark was glad, thinking he got away with it. Meanwhile, Diana was concerned. Considering her assumption on why Clark lied, she started to worry that if Clark was this embarrassed, or worried, to talk about the black scaled creature, it must be terrifying. But she wasn’t going to bring it up. Yet. Not unless it becomes a serious concern.

She dropped Clark off at home, who swum inside his apartment and sighed as he flopped down on his couch. (slab of stone and coral). He looked to the ceiling, wondering. Wondering if he’d see Bruce again. And he did, next time he was at the reef.

after a few days Clark was assigned to reef patrol again, not before getting vigorously scolded by Arthur, as Hal filmed it, and barry watched. He was picking at the coral as he swum by, not noticing the pair of blue eyes stare at him from under a piece of coral. Nor the black scaled figure following him as he went, keeping to the shadows.

Clark did however see when Bruce flashed his scales at him, in the pattern of:

“ . _ . . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . _ “. (Ignore the strange swirly dash, its hard trying to write morse code D:)

Clark tilted his head but swam over to him, quite happy to see the other again. He was made to keep his distance with a defensive flash, but it was slightly closer than last time. So, Clark counted that as a win.

“Well, hi! Glad to see your back Bruce.” Clark said, offering his hand to Bruce. Bruce, who got startled by the hand a bit too close for comfort, but Clark’s hand defensively. Clark hissed, but he didn’t pull off him instantly, instead opting to let Bruce let go. If the other was clearly agitated, and definitely did not speak a lick of English, t was a bad idea to panic then make him panic. He didn’t manage to hold the wince that escaped him when the teeth sunk into his hand though. Bruce looked up at him, then back his hand tilting his head. When Clark didn’t panic, he released his bite, and backed away a few feet, staring back at Clark.

Clark saw him back off slightly and was quick to try reassure him.

“Hey- no hey its ok! I’m not hurt, just a bite. I’ve definitely had worse.”

As the blood seeped from Clark’s hand, it got into the water. Bruce sniffed at it, before looking back to Clark. Flashing his scales again.

“ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “

Clark watched him sniff the air, before humming and tilting his head. He wasn’t sure what the other meant, but it was clear he wanted something. “What?” he asked, confused at the random flashes jut displayed to him. Bruces face scrunched up, sensing the other had no clue what he had wanted.

“ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “

He tried to flash more pointedly, huffing when Clark looked just as lost as before. He jabbed a finger to the reef, eyes falling on a lionfish. He gestured to it pointedly, then looking back at Clark and flashing again. Same word.

“ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “

Clarks eyes followed his gesture to the food before it clicked in his head. “oh! Your hungry?”  He asked, then smiling again. He swum to the reef and plucked a few lionfish from it before swimming back. Bruce had sat himself on a piece of coral, black scales contrasting greatly with the vibrant coral under him. Clark handed him one tentatively, relived when Bruce took it and begun to eat.

“Sooooo, that flashing means you want food huh?” Clark observed, not surprised when he didn’t get a response. “And that flashing was different then when you wanted my attention. The other one was something else, that one means food- could I write this down?”

Clark asked, pulling out his JL pad and going over to the space where he could keep personal notes. He looked at the other, who was still eating. Bruce was ignoring him in favour of his food at the moment, happily munching on the lionfish, pulling out the spindles. Clark waited for him to be finished with that one, before getting his attention. He pointed to the fish and looked back at Bruce, then gesturing to his tail.

“Can you show me the sequence of flashes for food?”

Bruce had no clue what he was talking about, but he did pick up that when he communicated with Clark, he seemed to refer to the communication as flashes. Confused, and feeling slightly patronised, Bruce flashed his tail again in the: “ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “. sequence, going slower. To Bruce, going slower was a kind of sarcastic act, mocking Clark for needing him to re-do it. Clark had no idea of Bruces mindset, smiling at him while thinking the slow flashes were for his benefit. He wrote down the flashes and what they meant.

[Clarks Notes:]

[ how to communicate with new friend. Doesn’t speak English.]

[I call him Bruce. I don’t know his name.]

[ “ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “. means food when he flashes like that.]

Clark put his pad down, looking back at Bruce with a smile before handing him another fish. Bruce had no idea Clark was infatuated with him. Or maybe he did. Bruce was fine with Clark’s existence as long as he kept bringing him food. This fish was tastier than fish from the trenches, and there wasn’t many fish down there at all. So, Bruce was happy to keep coming back here and get his fish while Clark took notes on him. Stupid reef mer.

Bruce gave him a look when Clark reached out but let him touch the scales on his tail. Even if begrudgingly. Clark ran his hand over the strange textured scales, moving his head slightly to see the slight purple sheen of his scales. It made the light that rippled through the ocean water slightly purple. But what was most stunning was the way they felt. They were soft but they got harder when Clark put any semblance of pressure on them. They were cool and metallic, probably made to withstand high water pressures.

He was about to speak when his pad went off with an emergency, beeping loudly. That startled Bruce and pulled away, staring at the pad for a solid second before taking off back to the darker part of the reef. Clark reached out, about to stop him but he was already long gone. He groaned, glaring at the pad on his wrist as he muted it, “Great,” he muttered, starting to swim back to base. “Just great. This better be good.”

Octavian survived AU:

also, if Jason survived and was picked up by Octavian and his accidental adopted son.

his names Khan by the way.

khan: 8

"Well, for starters, you're hurt," Kahn said bluntly, motioning to Jason's chest. "Why'd you let yourself get speared anyway? That's pretty stupid."

Jason's jaw clenched as Khan pointed out the obvious. He didn't need a lecture from a kid, especially one who didn't know the full story. "It's not like I WANTED to be speared," he grumbled.

"And then you just lay in bed all day, not doing anything," Kahn continued, ignoring Jason's comment. "Doesn't seem very fun, does it?"

Jason bristled at Kahn's words. He was recovering from a serious injury, for gods' sake! It wasn't like he was just lounging around for fun. "I'm healing, smartass," he snapped.

oooo, ok, I’ll write something about that then tag you?

is there a lore reason that Octavian has white hair in ur survived AU or is it just cuz it looks cool?

stress after like, weeks being paralysed in the grass basically in excruciating pain. And then it didn’t get better after he found out he had to take care of a child, and then realised said child was a Child of Kronos and his father wanted him for a sacrifice to get a physical body, and Octavian has to like, not let the child do that.

Need that happiness.

Happiness Will Come To You.

hey!! i came here for my FIRST EVER request!!

because after watching the new bedroom ranking video i keep thinking about his girlfriend submitting her own video of his room 😭😭 like showing his cats and saying “yeah these are my cats” 😭😭 maybe he’s sitting there with headphones on, unaware, and she says ignore my boyfriend over there✍🏼✍🏼

idk! i hope this is not boring as hell the thought just didn’t leave my head😭😭😭

I see it like he gets a photo of your shared bedroom and the cats are sitting on the bed with each other snuggled up. And he tries to play it off like it’s nothing.

“Damn this person seems to have the same bedroom set up as me” knowing full well you were the one who submitted it.

Going to the next slide it’s a photo of his desk, but it’s empty. Jambo sitting on top of his pc.

“I didn’t submit my own room what the hell is this”. He’d say, trying to play up this part

That’s when you would come into the room he was streaming in, standing behind him stiffly as you took another photo. Sending it to him. He’d open it on stream and just slowly turn around and once you both made eye contact you both would scream at each other and then instantly stop.

He’d make sure that those submissions were the last ones of the night because he would abruptly end stream like he was cut off. Which made a great clip for YouTube and TikTok

Jason expected the Spanish inquisition till he died

I just wanted to draw my favorite part of the Hermes interview, he is so real for that