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    A collection of fics that fall either within the world of "Existential Crisis Mode". Past, present or future.

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    08 Jun 2026

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    Peter was alone, mid-way through an existential crisis after the Erasure™ and was dreading the upcoming month of May.

    Jason was sick of people telling him how he felt. ‘You don’t need us anymore,’ Artemis had told him, as if saying it would make it true. As if Jason needed someone to justify keeping them around. But three weeks back in Gotham and all Jason felt was fucking bored and lonely.

    It was a relief, then, when some random New Yorker was thrown into his living room through a portal straight out of some LSD daydream.

    Finally, something interesting to deal with.

    Cue some wild family misunderstandings, criminal conspiracies and cults.

    Because there’s always a goddamn cult.

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    08 Jun 2026

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    Peter Parker died in the Blip and woke up alone in Gotham City, a world where alphas and omegas exist… and where he apparently is an alpha.

    Working as a mechanic while temporarily abandoning the mantle of Spider-Man, Peter meets a regular customer: Jason Todd. Rude, violent, dangerously handsome, and clearly uncomfortable with any kind of closeness.

    Jason is hiding a secret that could destroy him if Gotham ever finds out: Red Hood is an omega.

    And Peter, without fully understanding this new world, ends up becoming the only person Jason can trust during his worst moment.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    “Good patrol?” Jason asks an eon later.

    Dick nods. “Uneventful.” A word that is synonymous with safe in their line of work. “My red slushy was kind of nasty.” Jason snorts and Dick can’t help but grin himself. There’s an air of ridiculousness when they skirt around the topic of Dick’s appetite. “Had something to wash it down with later in the night.”

    Nodding along, Jason finally comes to the last of his tasks, with only the pot still cooking away on the stove. He takes a moment to be still before replying. “Cherry isn’t my preferred slushy either.” Ironic to Dick, when Jason smells of cherries himself. “Too artificial, ” He continues. “Fresh ones you can bite into are always better.” He says it with a wry grin, and there, Dick is inclined to agree.

    He tilts his head, “You know,” He starts, although he’s never mentioned it to Jason before. “You smell like black cherries to me. Tart ones.” His tongue runs along the inside of his teeth as they itch with that familiar curiosity. Never ache, never thirst. Just itch.

    Vamprism isn’t a choice Dick got to make, but Jason and Damian prove to Dick there’s value in being among the undead and resurrected.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    Now, worst case scenario: What’s so bad you call Jason?

    Easy. You call him when you need someone beaten, killed, or otherwise met with incredible violence. You call him when you’re running away for a week because Bruce is being a dickhole. You call him when you want to eat food by someone who can cook Gothamite comfort, and to yell really really loud.

    When she spoke again, it was with a whisper, strained as if it were creaking its way out of her body, wasting away all the air in her lungs and splintering on the last word in her mouth.

    Don’t tell Bruce.

    You call Jason when you need to hide a body.

     

    This fic contains graphic depictions of violence/gore, mentions of sexual assault (NOT to Steph or Jason), and POV dissociation. Proceed with care.

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    05 Jun 2026