I’ve been getting more and more attached to Jason’s character so please indulge me. I will be having to section these off cause I’m gonna be talking about two pieces of media </3
Titans
I’m watching season three of Titans right now and, it’s a wonder. There’s a few aspects that bother me but overall I’m in love so far.
The season makes a bold choice by literally opening on Jason- a hero- doing drugs. Sure in season two it mentions Hank doing drugs because of Hawk and it does show him in the act of snorting a substance, but the difference is, he’s an adult. Hank is a thirty something year old man who has probably most likely killed people, Jason isn’t.
Yes, Jason is violent. Yes, he did assault police officers, but he never killed anyone. Jason may legally be an adult but he still acts like a teenager because he is one. He’s a traumatized teen having to deal with the fact that he’s repressing so much from everyone he loves. He never gets an outlet to discuss what’s happened to him with people he trusts.
A great example of this is when he’s about to jump off the the Titans tower in season two. He tries talking to Dick, he says how he feels and he try’s expressing himself, he tries so hard to get his brother figure to understand what he’s going through. What does Dick do? He flips it around and unintentionally makes it about himself.
The closest we get to him actually opening up is when he starts trusting Rose, telling her about his upbringing and starting to get comfortable with her, comfortable loving her. Then she reveals that she only met him because she was trying to manipulate him.
The impact of him turning to drugs hits so much harder. He’s just scared, he turns to anything he can to help. It’s so much deeper when it’s shown that the drug he takes isn’t heroine or coke or anything like that. It’s a drug that stops fear.
He literally felt so weak that he took drugs to repress his emotions to the point where he felt nothing, he felt nothing and thought he was better because of it. There’s no doubt that at this point in the story he’s addicted. Jason started using before he died and the madman who gave him the drugs started using them to manipulate him. I’m really interested in where the story is gonna go with it, I really hope it actually dives into withdrawal and how Jason would cope with everything going on around him without the help of drugs.
Comics/Animation
Overall with every piece of media I see regarding Jason and the batfam, it never really manages to depict Bruce and Jason’s relationship accurately, one of the good ones was that single episode of Titans. (in my opinion).
Me personally, I see Bruce and Jason’s relationship in a very complicated light.
When he first gets adopted, Jason views Bruce as a nurturing figure. He sees him like every child sees their parents, perfect. It’s like he can do no wrong. He’s Batman! And he made Jason Robin! It’s a perfect opportunity, he was being helped, he finally had a dad, one that loved him.
Before Jason died, he still very much idolized Bruce but not to the point of thinking he was perfect. He knew Bruce wasn’t perfect, he just couldn’t bring himself to actually say it. Jason couldn’t face the fact that Batman didn’t need a Robin, he didn’t accept that he could still be Bruce’s son without being Robin.
After he died and came back, there was resentment. He hated Bruce, despised him with every fiber of his being. Depending on what canon you’re watching/reading, there’s different reasons for why. Either Jason is mad that Bruce took Robin away from him before he died, effectively taking away his only coping mechanism, therefore resulting in his death. Or, he hates Bruce for not killing Joker. His father didn’t avenge him, he could care less about Batman having an obligation to avenge Robin as his sidekick—fuck Robin. He cares that Bruce, as a father, didn’t kill the Joker to avenge his son. He let his sons killer roam free, putting the psycho in Arkham won’t do anything. Or or, he holds resentment that Bruce couldn’t save him. He couldn’t save his sidekick, his son, his Robin. He failed.
No matter what happens between the duo, Jason always holds self loathing in his heart because of Bruce.
Across all forms of media, he always develops the thought that Bruce hates him. He always thinks that he’s the ‘least favorite/most hated child’ even though it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Bruce loves him, Jason is undoubtedly the favorite child.
(Sneaking a Titans reference in here—) The fact of Bruce caring for Jason more than his other children, (cough cough DICK) is solidified when he takes the Robin mantle away from Jason. He’s trying to protect his son in a way he thinks is best. He saw and heard what being Robin did to Dick, he doesn’t want to put Jason through that. Even the line where Bruce says “I don’t want to make the same mistakes.” Jason perceives it as Bruce calling him a mistake. He lashes out and gets angry because he thinks that he’s being called a mistake. It’s not true, the sentence itself with the context of the episode and the episode before show that it’s not true. Bruce is calling Dick his mistake, not Jason.
Throughout everything, Jason sees anything negative that Bruce says or does as a direct attack on him, when he’s the only one Bruce actually tried to parent. Dick was treated like a weapon. Jason, as a child.
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DONNIE’S TURN
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Donnie sends weapon after weapon at the hand. It reminds him of a cockroach with its uncanny ability to dodge and survive. He considers the thought that like the bug, this hand was cut off something more powerful as an attempt to keep surviving.
He has to divert those thoughts. One wrong move and he’s spored all over again. Hopefully this has been enough time to give the universe’s new Phonora guest time to escape.
Maybe now is the time for him to get going as well.
Or, it would be, if more people didn’t start walking around!
Hold on, he recognizes one of them. It’s the Mikey who tried to steal from Leo’s Fanny Pack. There’s an alternative Donnie he sees with him that must be from the same universe. He’s aware that they’ve had to deal with the hallucinations as well.
Wait, is that also a mutated April!?
Mikey must have sent out help looking for Leo.
“You three! Get out of here! That hand is still in the area!”
He watches as the hand suddenly springs out at them. The other version of him shields his brother, and Mayhem April moves in front of them both.
No, this is not happening to them again.
That Mikey is small. Even in comparison to other Mikeys, he’s small. Malnutrition stunted his and that other Leo’s growth.
He’s too small to go through this again.
And, though he won’t admit it outright for no good reason, seeing another April further enforces his decision.
He creates and tosses a device at them. It becomes a shield type bubble around the three. The hand slaps against it and slides down.
Donnie smirks in pride.
Not this time, you demon.
The hand lands on the floor and turns back to him.
Uh oh.
Donnie whips around his tech bō, hoping to hit it back when it inevitably comes after him. He takes a step back, only for the floor to sink beneath his foot.
Are you kidding!?
How is a hand smart enough for booby traps!?
Darts carrying spores whiz by him, spraying in his face. He coughs and sputters.
“April! Mikey! Other me! Go back to Mikey! Make sure he’s safe!”
April’s face falling tells him all he needs to know.
He grips his tech bō tighter.
“Then get Raph! Warn him!”
“We’ll get you help! I swear!” April shouts.
They all try to get the ball moving somehow while in the cramped space. Donnie takes a breath, glad that he���s managed to save them at least.
“You’ve come back.” A voice squirms into his brain.
Donnie gets a full body shudder.
So this is what it’s decided to make him think about this time.
“Perhaps we were too hasty to remove you last time. Join us once again, we’ll put your mind to good use.”
The Kraang hive mind.
He takes a deep breath.
They’re long gone. It’s okay. He’ll never have to feel that way again-
OH BANANA PANCAKES, WHAT IS TAKING OFF HIS BATTLE SHELL!?
He moves around as quickly as possible to stop the sensation. His eyes avoid where he left the others. He’s hoping they aren’t watching him lose his mind.
There still some level of pride he’d like to keep.
Or maybe….he just really, really, that’s two reallys, doesn’t want a Mikey and April specifically to see this.
His movements don’t quell his feeling of vulnerability. The battle shell is fully taken away and tendrils start poking into his soft shell.
There’s no way to move from whatever was doing this. It’s a hallucination, of course he can’t.
It’s everywhere.
He’s unable to ignore how well it’s replicating the worst thing he’s ever experienced.
His arms start to feel-
No! Why is it in his arms!?
That did not happen!
No, no no no, it’s in his legs!
It’s all over!
He moves around like a madman, as if they’ll leave his body if he does so enough. It’s taking all his strength not to scratch into his skin to make it end.
His breathing grows heavy, he squeezes his arms tightly enough for his nails to dig into them.
On the verge of shutting down, his thoughts go back to how being the ship felt. It was so much, flooding his senses as he was surrounded by feelings and touch and voices.
The same happens to him now. Being pulled away from reality into a sea of endless consciousnesses where you don’t know where you begin and end. You just exist within everything.
It’s suffocating.
He gets on his knees and rocks back and forth. It’s a useless attempt to self soothe. How could it possibly help?
Why can’t it just go away!?
I hurts!
He doesn’t want to feel it!
Make it stop! Please!
Anyone!
Leo! Raph! Mikey!
Oh Mikey……
What a poor excuse of an older brother he is.
Leo is probably in an as bad or even worse situation than Mikey is based on how long he’s been gone. He has no idea where Raph is.
Why did they separate!?
They should never leave each other’s side again at this point!
He wants to see them so badly….
A small, tiny part of him wishes the other versions of his family were still here.
Would the spores even let him see the real them?
He’d probably see them dead or missing pieces or something equally as horrible.
Does he dare look?
He pulls himself out of the grip of the hallucination just enough to take that chance.
The other Mikey is sobbing, beating his fist on the inside of the ball. April and the other Donnie are mostly successfully holding him back but he keeps wriggling away.
He’s….yelling his name?
Why does he care? He’s not his Donnie.
Maybe for the same reason Donnie protected them all.
Ah, sentimentality. It’s the folly of all of them, and most versions it seems like.
He shakily reaches up but doesn’t dare even think about getting rid of the bubble. There’s danger all around. It’s the only thing keeping them safe.
The other Mikey presses his face against the inside of the bubble.
Donnie smiles slightly.
“It’s okay.”
“No! It’s not okay! Donnie, do something! Please!” Mikey pleads.
“How!? We can’t get out of this bubble! I don’t even know how his device works!” The other Donnie insists.
Mikey gives him as big of puppy dog eyes as he can manage.
“Even your cutest face can’t change reality! He probably doesn’t even want us to try anything. You know why he did this.” Other Donnie continues.
Mikey looks back at the spored Donnie.
His eyes were filled with purple light that had begun changing to a very creepy blue. It hurt to see him so uncomfortable, so in pain. The blue only stopped getting worse when he saw Mikey.
That means Mikey can do something, right?
He quickly turns to April.
“What happened with his Mikey? And-!….Wait, where’s Karai?”
April frowns deeply.
“He got spored, again. Karai….trapped herself with him and Leo to stop him. He went crazy! We couldn’t snap him out of it. His arms-“
Donnie hits the bubble, startling all inside.
“Did he use his ninpo again!?”
He seems a lot more lucid.
April gets an idea. It’s a very painful one she knows she won’t feel good about even if it works, but it’s all she has.
“He did! Donnie, it’s…..it’s bad. Real bad. Leo is covered up by all these viney things too!”
The blue in Donnie’s eyes is nearly vaporized by all the purple. He grips his teeth and stands up, completely ignoring the squirming from before. The feeling is starting to go away entirely.
He grips his tech bō again and sees the hand making its way out of the room. The tech bō turns into a spear he launches right towards it. Black blood drips onto the ground but the hand isn’t still.
It squirms and writhes, trying to get away.
Donnie walks over, the hand removes itself from its arm portion and runs off. He lifts it up and smirks slightly as he looks it over.
At least he knows it could be injured.
“You did it!” Mikey cheers in relief.
Donnie looks back at him, smiling a bit more before a headache suddenly starts pounding in his head.
No!
He won, didn’t he?
A different voice booms into his skull.
“Come to me. Feed me your fear.”
He’s still connected to the hive mind.
The hand scuttles off, knowing it barely escaped this time.
It doesn’t fear for the turtles’ lives as it does not have the capability of fearing anything.
That isn’t to say that it does want them dead.
It simply knows that it isn’t how this story will end.
The tragedy and angst has been so entertaining, but they will be saved. It’s proven already. It’s written in fate itself.
Three(?) down.
One to go.
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