#Jason 100% gets away with things dick could Never get away with
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jason strikes me as the member of the family that holds out the longest and acts as the closest form of protection to a kidnapped darling-sibling that they eventually feel "comfortable" enough going to him as defense or a buffer from the others. until this inevitably leads to them alone one night and maybe they've allowed themselves more comfortable clothing (read: less coverage than a convent's dress code) and he gets a glimpse of skin as he glances down at his darling-sibling leaning against him. and is it hot in here? more than usual? it cant be the blanket it's been there a while without issue. and then darling-sibling makes the mistake of looking up at him, with big, innocent eyes and the most adorable pout.
i mean, everyone else has treated you so callously, like a piece of meat meant to be ravaged, jason would never! when he touches them, it's with nothing but gentle yet firm hands, like handling a baby bird. and he knows he makes you feel safe, imagine if he could make you feel MORE. something even more pleasurable than calm and secure? what if he could bring you ephoria and ecstacy? he's not thinking about what you would be doing to him, oh no, this is TOTALLY 100% altruistic big brother doing what a big brother should for his darling younger sibling who's needed him so much all this time. of course he'd be needed here too.
i got carried away.
word count: >1.0k.
tw: implied non/con, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping, nonconsensual touching, and overall freak behavior.
He was doing this for your sake.
You didn’t know that. He’d tried to tell you, but you’d refused to listen – just cried and whined and clawed at his chest as he positioned himself above you, his body between your legs and a hand planted on either side of your head. He could still see your mouth moving, recognize that wet, glazed-over look in your eyes, but whatever sentiments managed to make it past your trembling lips were long underneath the sound of his own heart beating in his ears, the rattle of the air in his lungs as he struggled to keep his breathing even, to stay composed. If he panicked, rushed, you’d only get more scared and, well, he didn’t want you to be scared. Not of him. Not of what he was going to do for you.
With an airy sigh, he leaned down, leaving that much less space between your form and his. The shirt you’d borrowed from him (a sight too familiar to still send the pang of warmth through his chest it had the first time you smiled so shyly and asked if you could borrow something a little more comfortable than the pitch-black turtlenecks and baggie sweaters you chose to pile on around the rest of his family) was a size too big, prone to sliding down your arm, and he buried his face in the dip of your shoulder, letting his lips ghost over your unprotected skin. The hem had ridden up, leaving your side vulnerable, exposed. His hand fell to your waist, and—
Fuck.
You were softer than he thought you’d be.
Bruce would’ve been too cold, too busy pretending to be unaffected to savor the feeling of your unscarred, unhardened skin against his calloused fingertips, and Dick wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from tearing you apart. Jason, though – he kneaded into your hip, your thigh like you were the most delicate thing on the face of the planet because, even if he rolled his eyes when Tim explained that it was the Wayne family’s duty to protect you, you were. He was different from his brothers, from Bruce, from the rest of the manor. He knew what it felt like to break everything he touched, which meant he was the only one who could do this without breaking you.
He pressed a kiss, gentle and impulsive, into the corner of your jaw, then the side of your neck. This time, he heard the ragged sob that tore past your lips, felt your blunt nails rake over his back with enough force to break the skin. He stifled a throaty groan, ignored the way his cock pulsed behind the suddenly constraining material of his sweatpants – instead, he focused his attention on you, on pressing open-mouthed kisses into your collarbone. It took more self-restraint than it should’ve not to leave a mark, not to bite down and make sure anyone who looked at you would who’d put their claim on you, but self-indulgence could wait until you blinked up at him with those teary, glossed-over eyes and asked him to protect you from the rest of his family, the rest of the world. Caught up in his fantasy, he let his grip tighten, let his thumb press into your thigh with too much force, and you cried out, the noise cracked and helpless in a way that made him love you just a little more. “Jason, please, I don’t want to—”
He hushed you with an airy chuckle, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “I know, baby bird, I know. You can just lay back and relax. I’ll try to make it fast. And fun, too, even if you’re gonna keep pouting like that.” He sighed, then smiled against the base of your throat. “It’s better like this. The other guys – they’d be too rough, and you’re too fragile for something like that.”
He pulled back, already grinning down at you. “This’ll be your first time, right? Don’t you want your favorite big brother to help you through it?”
You only sobbed louder in response, but he didn’t mind. This wasn’t for him. He didn’t have to enjoy it.
He was doing this for your sake.
Maybe, by the time he was done, you’d be a little more thankful.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere batfam#yandere batboys#batfam x reader#batfam imagines#yandere dc#dc imagines#jason todd x reader#yandere jason tood
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𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞~
Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Damian Wayne x Reader
Word count: 1.9k
Warning: mentions of blood, slight cursing, might not be accurate to real ice hockey so I apologize in advance.Damian being a demon on the ice, I wrote Damian OOC, mostly likely, he’s just in love
Damian looks flawless in ice, I’m just going to put that out there. I know he would.
He gets a bit carried away, ramming people up against the walls. That’s what he’s known for when he’s on the ice so the other team tries to stay far away from him, but also try to take the puck from him. Never really works out.
Always get penalized for it too and put in penalty for 2-5 minutes. Is pissed off at that for no reason.
The MAIN reason why his team wins. (Most of the time)
Really loyal to his team. If the opposite side ‘accidentally’ hurts his teammates he’s the first one to skate over to them. Might throw the first punch but it depends 🤷♀️ (100% will throw the punch no matter what :))
He gets hurt a lot. Whether it’s him digging with other or simply ramming into thing to hard , theres bound to be blood, a lots of it sometimes. But he always comes back with bandages around the wounds or maybe stitches.
If he does get hurt he puts out a little signal that only you know telling you he’s okay.
His signal in telling you that he’s going to make a goalie and dedicate it to you is literally stopping right in front of you and placing his gloved fist on the clear barricade, giving you a grin.
Buys you the tickets to go to his game. You never miss one. That’s because he says your his lucky charm during the games. That’s why his team wins all the time.
First row right next to his team where he can keep an eye one you and hold small conversations before it’s his time to go back on the ice
Likes to show off.
A lot. Only does it to impress you 
Gives you the puck he made a goalie and won with (is that allowed?)
The crowds get louder and louder as the seconds count down. You're anxious and you don't know why. Damian’s team and the opposing team are tied with points. You’ve noticed Damian’s actions get more violent as time goes on. The more violent he got the more penalties he got which is a time out on the benches. Which means the other team gets a chance at scoring a point without Damian roughly ramming them against the wall. You’re cheering him on as he glides against the ice, but soon find yourself taking a break from the yelling.
Your eyes follow his figure as he glides against the ice, hockey stick in hand as he moves the puck back and forth against the base of the stick. There’s another figure coming for him, one from the opposing team. You cringe, knowing what’s about to happen to the poor person.
Lucky it wasn’t another penalty, but you would hear the crowd gasp witnessing the sight for what seemed like the nth time in less than twenty minutes. But, every time he did get a penalty and put in the penalty box, or as you call it the time out box, you can’t help but laugh. Knowing that Damian was put out for being rough much like how a small toddler would be put in the corner for not listening at all. It was always such a funny sight. Damian rams into the person hard, knocking him down.
“OH!” Dick says from behind you “that’s gotta hurt!” You know he wasn’t talking to you but you hum and nod. Dick and the others know first hand how rough he can be, having been practicing with him last time it didn’t end will with. “I think he gave him a concussion” Tim was also behind you sitting next to Dick, while Jason was no where to be seen.
‘Probably went to go shove his face with food’
Despite being on the other team you feel bad for them and the bruises they’ll be getting the following day. Not to mention the sore body’s they’ll have to work through. You’ve been sitting in the same spot for more than an hour with each game period being at least twenty minutes long, with fifteen minute breaks. Maybe they were shorter but you really couldn’t tell.
Damian misses his shot by a few inches away from the goalie, not being able to stop in time he slams himself up against the wall, the people behind it cover their mouths out of shock and you slap your forehead, shaking your head as you watch him brush it off and continue to play. However, his coach calls him out to replace him with another teammate. He compiles but has a sour look on his face, once he reaches the dry ground he throws his stick. Clearly angry and frustrated all you could do is watch for a while as he takes off his helmet, hair slightly damp from the sweat—giving him helmet hair, all messy and pointing in different directions. It makes you laugh a little. But your sudden mood changes quickly as he sits down head in his hands—running over his sweaty black locks. You don’t think twice as you tap on the screen that keeps his and your row apart.
Damian has good hearing with a small sound so it wasn’t hard to hear you tapping away. He turns to your directions, giving you a small nod. You frown and tilt your head down a little and he rolls his eyes knowing what you're implying and gives you a forced smile. You give him a thumbs up as he scoffs, he watches carefully as you pull out your phone and type away. His eyes never leave you until you place your phone, screen side up against the clear glass divider. Green eyes squinting as he reads away:
‘don’t worry. You got the next goal. I know it!’
That sentence alone makes his heart swell. Damian takes off his right gloves and pats his chest—right where his heart would be two times. A way of saying he appreciate the small gesture.
You take your phone off the glass and erase the previous sentence replacing it with a new one—placing it back on the glass: ‘Have a plan for when you get back on the ice? He quickly reads and nods his head. At least he has a plan, you thought and place your phone back in your pocket. Hands shaking for the cold and lack of warmth you had for them considering the fact that you had forgotten your mittens at home. You focus your attention back on the game. The opposite team ahead by one point— but Damian’s team can do good without him for a while.
He’s out for about half of the game until his coach decides to replace him with another one of his teammates. He taps on the glass to get your attention and once he has it, he Winks at you before making his way back on the ice.
“So are they losing or what?” A familiar voice says beside you and you turn your head, Jason takes his seat next to you with two cups in his hand. “Where the hell have you been?”
“The line for hot chocolate got long” he hands you one “I got you one too, know you stressing over the Demon playing Disney on ice right now” the warm drink warms up your hands a little.
“Thanks. That’s nice of you Jason” You ignore the comment and he hums before he takes a sip of his one drink, eyes scanning the ice before he yells out with the audience. Someone from the Damian team made a shot and they’re tied with the other team.
You go back to cheering him on, the warm drink soothing your throat from all the yelling earlier. It’s later forgotten as you place the half empty cup on the ground right beside your foot— watching the minutes pass by quickly like seconds.
Your heart skips a beat, and not in a good way when the other team shoots their shot but thankfully they fail. With time becoming shorter and shorter it was only a matter of time before Damian took matters into his own hands and his teammates are quick to learn to stay out of it when the time was cutting short and they were off by a point or two, or in this case tied, They had faith in him and so did you.
The seat is now cold from your absence, you’re up on your feet cheering and screaming right along with his brothers who seem to be cheering louder than you. Your eyes glued to Damian as you try to keep up with his figure. He has the puck, sliding it back and forth against the curve of his stick once more.
You don’t have time to think—especially when his helmet makes a horrible sound right up against the clear barrier as one of the players from the opposite team slams into him harshly. Right in front of you as you flinch back. Cheering can be heard from the opposite side of the ice rink which is where the other team supporters were.
Your side falls silent, few gasps and murmurs could be heard. Damian’s back up on his feet, his gloved fist pressed up against the clear barrier. His eyes locked on yours with a glint of mischief and something else. One of those grins grace his lips, one that makes you smile as he waved at you before he leaves.
He’s much faster this time and it makes you think if he was slacking off all this time—or maybe it was the adrenaline that runs high in his veins with these last few minutes. He was going to make a goal, dedicating it to you. Your body feels warm and your heart skips.
“ Ohh~ I know that look” Jason teases from beside you, Dick and Tim are leaning down giving you cheeky grins.
You roll your eyes trying to hide the smile that tries to form itself on your lips “I don’t know what you mean.” You play stupid as you glance back at the game.
fifty seconds left of the last game, everyone seemed to be cheering and calling out those who were on the ice. Damian pays no mind to his teammates as they let him do what he needs to do. You cheer for him, calling out his name. Despite there being hundreds of others yelling out at the same time his mind blocks them out, every single one of them but you. they get louder the minute he gets ahold of the puck swiftly, quickly making his way to the goalie.
His main priority was to get the puck around the goaltender and into the net. He was doing this all for you and you knew that. Those fifty seconds go by quickly, as if you’ve blinked and when you open your eyes ten seconds we’re now left. Everyone counted down, even you. It felt like time went slower once it hit that five second mark, you’ve quiet yourself down and the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You watch Damian has he left up his stick and takes a hit.
Pointing and loud gasp could be seen and heard, half of the ice rink goes quiet—as if the loudness would mess up his plan. Right as the Puck glides under the goaltender and into the net the timer makes a sound—indicating that the game is now over and Damian scores a point, officially breaking the tie. Relief washes over you, hands thrown in the air as a yell of excitement leaves you as Damian’s brothers cheer alongside you. The other side slouches, defeated as your side basically rubs it in their fasts by how loud they were being, but you didn’t care.
A win is a win.
You can see Damian, as he is pulled into a group hug by the rest of his team, some patting his pack and some patting his helmet and shoving it gently as a gesture. The part you don’t notice is him escaping from the group and skating to the Net where he had thrown the puck before he picked it up, waving it in the air like some sort of trophy—however, in this context, it was. He shows it off with pride, making his way towards you.
With a loud yelp you’re picked up by the others, Jason, Dick, and Tim, as they lift you up until you're basically above the spectating glass. Your lover stands below on the other side with his arm stretched out high, he waits. With the help of the others, they hold on to you as you lean done and over the glass.
Your own arm stretches down as you grasp the puck in your hand. His gloves are now off and so is his helmet, his hair pointing in all directions much like earlier when he was away on a penalty, his warm hand grasping yours with the puck still in your hand
“I did that just for you, habibti!” Eyes glistening, you Can’t really tell if it’s from his sweat or his love for you.
“I know!” You laugh “I love you!”
“And I too, love you!” The crowd fills itself with loud cheers and small ‘awes’, watching the sight of the son that belonged to billionaire Bruce Wayne was a rare sight to see, considering how he would rather keep private about his relationship with you.
His warm lips connected to the coldness of your knuckles , making a mental note to bring an extra pair of gloves just for you in the future.
“If you lean down further you’re going to eat shit”
“shush I’m having a moment here”
“just saying”
Tried to make it as accurate as possible bc, again I know nothing about ice hockey. I had googled the rules and watched videos
And god knows how many references pictures I tried to find about hockey. Probably spend like an hour trying to find them just to draw Damian :|
I will be taking a short break from writing requests just bc school is starting in like a few days or so. So I can get my life together and actually have time to mentally prepare myself and fix my schedule seeing as I’ve been up most night until 6 am and waking up at 2pm.
#damian al ghul#damian wayne#damian wayne x reader#robin x reader#damian x reader#damian al ghul x reader#damian scenarios#hockey player!damian wayne
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Literally I am so sick of whore dick grayson, himbo dick grayson, fandom bicycle dick grayson, like yall really saw that dick is the canonical pretty boy with the nice ass and then proceeded to give him 'bottom' as a personality and just ran away with that. Dick is not a pretty idiot that loves having sex and only cares about his appearance, for fucks sake. He doesnt need to be rescued by jason todd of all people, who literally willingly burned all his bridges and can't even save himself, or wally west, frankly, who is one of his best friends but not the one he gets emotionally vulnerable with.
He doesn't do casual sex, at all. He needs an emotional connection first, is it so hard to believe that an attractive person actually wants to connect to someone instead of fucking them? Or fucking their problems away? Is it really so hard to believe that an attractive person can also be intelligent? Can also be kind? Can also be selfless? Can also take care of themself? Can also be a functioning adult? Can also be mature? Can also be damn fucking good at their job? Have yall ever met a real person before?
Dick is Romani and one of the most well known stereotypes about the Romani people are that they are like magically alluring people that can't keep their hands to themselves or that they're like thieving, dumb, dirty animals and what did yall reduce Dick down to? An overly emotional, stupid, pretty slut that acts without thinking.
You know just because something is racist in canon doesn't mean you have to take that and amplify it by 100 in fanon, right? Like the shit I have seen on this website alone, the takes that just won't stop, are literally so much more racist than anything you would ever find in canon. And good God, it's not like you have to make his race the forefront of his character! It's not! No one's is, that would be bad characterization. But should his being Romani affect the way you portray him? Should there be certain things you can be considerate about? Should being Romani be part of his identity? Uh, yeah.
And also. Should you maybe consider what he's actually like in canon to characterize him within fandom spaces? Uh, YEAH.
Dick Grayson is a romantic at heart, is extremely private, and cherishes the emotional connections he has with people. He is a good person because he chooses to do good things. He wants to help people! He's literally a genius, I mean this in every possible sense, academically, physically, emotionally, strategically, picking up and mastering skills with ease, being a detective... that doesn't mean he doesn't have problems. He's an extreme workaholic. He will never talk about his own problems to his friends or family, just the occasional therapist. He's so good with people, he knows exactly how to manipulate situations into his favor, to his own detriment. He will never give up on you, to his own detriment. He bottles up his emotions deeply, and yes, occasionally he does explode. He has a guilt complex the size of the sun. Everything is his fault in his head, Everything. He will accept the blame for anything, for his own rape even, because he's Dick Grayson and hey, he should've known, he should've been able to tell. (This is specifically talking about Miriam).
Everyone puts him on a pedastal because he's the guy that can actually pull off the impossible and no one but him realizes just how high that pedastal is. Bruce wants to be him, thinks there is literally no one better than him, no one who could soar higher than him, the ideal hero. His hero.
Goddamn Superman thinks he's the one person in the universe that will almost always do the right thing at the right time across every universe. And I don't mean that he will BE the right person at the right time, I mean he will DO the right thing at the right time, because Dick believes in the power of choices! Of free will! He could do bad things just as easily as the people around him, he could choose to be cruel because that is literally so. much. easier.
But he doesn't.
Almost ever.
In nearly every universe.
Do you know how much pressure that is? He drowns under the weight of his own perfection, truly. He can't fail.
He can't fail.
Isn't that so unbearably sad? You spend your whole life reassuring other people that everyone gets second chances, and that you are not your worst moment, and that you deserve compassion even at your most despicable, and that everyone makes mistakes, and sometimes things are inevitable, and sometimes all you can give is your best.
You are the only person. Who does not receive that same mercy.
He can't fail.
His family treats him as an emotional punching bag, sometimes a physical punching bag. Occasionally, so will his friends. It's hard to see the person behind the legend. And Dick's legend is truly titanic in proportions... the first child hero. No one could've done it, if he hadnt done it first. If he hadnt done it so exceedingly well. And then he had his own hero team. And then he became his own hero, again. And then he had his own city. He did it all first. The literal trailblazer, lighting the way for everyone else, not letting anyone stop him. Not waiting for anything. A force of nature.
Everyone wants to be him, be liked by him, be acknowledged by him. They all rely on him, the linchpin of a universe. Dick really is like the sun. Warm, encouraging, revitalizing. He is the light in the dark, illuminating and intense. Focused. Powerful. And they are all caught in his gravitational field.
Dick is so much more interesting than anything fandom will spare him. God, what I would give for fandom to give even a 10th of actual attention and critical thought to him or any other poc character in this franchise, that fandom gives to the white characters. I mean, we've all seen it. The narrative fabricated through lies that 95% of fandom takes as gospel because they refuse to engage with canon or simply don't care because it favors their favorite characters. In case you don't know, I am in fact talking about fanon jason todd- aka meaner Dick Grayson with Helena Bertinelli's lifestyle and fanon tim drake- aka less athletic, more victimized Dick Grayson. The white fandom darlings, extremely woobified, you know how it is. Sigh.
#dick grayson#anti bat fandom#anti fanon#anti jason todd#anti tim drake#not really but technically...?#like yeah this is in response to fanon versions of all of them#specifically dick obviously but#im so tired of it#so so so tired of it#my posts#tw: rape mention#bruce wayne#clark kent#nightwing
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Can I ask for headcanons about the Robins?
Yes, absolutely! I have some batfam headcanons here (and probably a bunch more in my tags), so these ones will focus on them as robins
Dick
Such a little shit, but almost impossible to control because of his unlimited energy
while, as nightwing, he's used to being the eldest, when he was robin, he was almost always the youngest around, so he suffered a lot of the younger sibling torture at the hands of the titans and yj
while bruce wanted dick to be more serious, especially when he's leading a team, i think he was actually terrible at it until jason came around, i don't think this boy could deliver a single command to the titans without bursting out laughing
i think the older people in the titans would probably tickle him when he tried to lean too hard into the whole serious bat thing, to remind him that he's just a kid, and being a twelve year old is more important for his development than fighting crime
while it embarrasses dick immensely to outright admit he likes being tickled, the titans, bruce, and alfred all found out pretty damn fast
dick would get a bit too hyper and end up bouncing (literally) off the walls, hanging from wayne manor chandeliers, and bruce would have to find a way to wrangle him down, eventually he realized that tickling was a great way to drain all of dick's energy (at least for an hour or two)
at some point, while dick would still pretend to put up a fight when peeled down from the ceiling, he would let bruce catch him much easier because he'd be excited for the tickles
i think he's probably ask bruce for soft tummy tickles or back tickles to fall asleep sometimes
Jason
when jason first moved to the manor, he was prickly, to say the absolute least, and it probably took a while for him to warm up to touch given that he grew up in crime alley
the first time that jason doesnt flinch away when dick, alfred, or bruce go to touch him, they consider it a huge win, but still, none of them want to push it too far out of fear that jason will become all skittish again
i think they probably find out that jason is ticklish after patrol, when he's getting checked for injuries,, alfred was probably just trying to check his ribs and jason started to giggle uncontrollably, and suddenly everyone was trying to hide that their attention was on jason being adorable
when jason started leaning into touches is when everyone took it as a sign that he completely trusted them, because jason is not one to tell anybody what he wants, even if he doesn't have to say it out loud
after that, dick took it as free reign to tease jason all he wanted
jason was insanely ticklish when he was robin, but even if he was completely breathless with tears streaming down his face, he would never admit that he was.... but dick still tried to get him to admit it every time
bruce wasnt sure if jason would be anything like dick, but he did try the soft tummy and back tickles on jason to see if he found it relaxing, unfortunately for jason, he found even that to be unbearably ticklish, though he did love bruce's affection
Damian
i always forget that he's literally just a kid, like he's literally pocket sized
not incredibly ticklish like jason was when he was robin, but ticklish enough everywhere that he will at least giggle steadily, even if the spot isnt that bad
he would kill anyone who even attempted to say it out loud but he adores being tickled by his family
i think he loves all affection from his family in general, especially dick and bruce, but he's going to argue, insult, and fight his way through it no matter the form, including tickling
damian is 100% the type to dish out black eyes and bloody noses while he's being tickled
he does actually like back and neck tickles from dick when he's going to sleep, but he cant help himself from laughing, even though he likes how it feels
gets tickled most often by dick and bruce, but every once in a while he'll get thrown over jason's shoulder and tickled until he's actually saying "please stop" instead of just demanding that jason stop
Tim
his ticklishness is pretty similar to dick's, though he can't handle even a second of anticipation, both as robin and as red robin
this is something dick knew very well, and he would use it against tim at any opportunity, just hovering his fingers an inch away from a ticklish spot and watching tim giggle hysterically as if he really is getting tickled
he finds it to be a lot more flustering than his brothers do, and he can't handle teasing at all
after jason's death, dick made sure that tim knew how much he appreciated and loved him, which included A LOT of affection (enough to make up for two brothers)
as a result, i think dick probably found out that tim was ticklish first, by manoeuvring him while they were cuddling or trying to give him a massage
when tim was robin, he would laugh so hard it would even surprise himself, he wouldn't be able to make out a single word while getting tickled silly by dick or bruce
weirdly, i think tim was probably the best at hiding it too,,, i think, while he can't handle anticipation, if someone accidentally brushed him, or if he knew he was going to get checked for injuries, he'd be able to school his features pretty well for a little bit
i think, as robin, he hated the earpieces because the vibrations when someone was talking over the comms tickled too much, though he eventually grew out of it (aka replaced just his comms system with one that wouldn't vibrate so he wouldn't giggle out loud on patrol)
#ask#anon#dick grayson#jason todd#damian wayne#tim drake#bruce wayne#batman#dc#batfam#batfamily#robin#x4
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Jason Todd headcanons
back again with my own jason headcanons. I'll get round to posting for others. Also requests are always open, so don't be shy.
• Jay takes in strays, especially if they're babies. He doesn't mind taking in babies, he's got really good fatherly instincts
• Everyone always makes up an excuse to come over to his place, because they don't wanna admit that they love his cooking
• Has a protective mother hen vibe. He's the mother of every friend group, especially towards Roy and Kyle
• Will always text good morning and good night, doesn't matter where he is. His day isn't complete if he doesn't send a text
• In his free time he likes to game, believe it or not he's got over 100 hours on animal crossing
• Although he's got amazing detective skills, he sucks at murder mystery games and movies
• His fave movie genre are rom coms, he even has a top 10 list with his fave movies. His all time fave is 10 things I hate about you and Romeo + Juliet
• Family game night? He's super competitive. There is no such thing as friendship and family during those nights
• He likes feeling wanted within his family, so if Cass asks him if he can accompany her to ballet lessons, or with her and Steph during shopping trips? He's dropping everything to be there
• Will never admit it, but he does love when Dick calls him little wing and he secretly loves his hugs
• Even though he constantly bullies Tim, he will always come by and give him a new cup of coffee and a snack
• If he comes across a stray puppy in the alley? Best believe he's taking the puppy home, and asking Damian to come over to help out
• Every Saturday, he likes to come over and him and Alfred will spend the day cooking new recipes, and then serving it for dinner
• Will act smug and say "yep, Alfred and I cooked this"
• He loves loves compliments. Go on inflate his ego, he deserves all the compliments
• This man is a downright flirt. You're his s/o patrolling with him or you're a villain? Best believe he'll corner you and do the hands above your head trick and lean in close enough to kiss you
• The type to jam the comms by asking the dumbest questions "what type of cheese is your fave? Because mine is parmesan? You could put that shit on anything"
• Also "who's your top 5 rom com leading ladies, and why?"
• Once Dick heard him giggle while wearing his red hood helmet, and he has never let him live since then
Jay: do you think my helmet makes my head look big?
You: is that serious question? Because the answer I'd give you isn't one you'd like
• He is petty as hell!! Eat the cookie he was saving? He'll mess up your apartment by slowly stealing one item at a time
• His fave thing to do after patrol is to snuggle up next to you, head on your chest as you play with his hair
• He loves when you have your head on his lap while he reads or watches tv
• He wears glasses when he's at home, and it's hard keeping your hands to yourself when he's wearing them
• He has a few tattoos, one on his chest with the R for Robin, and half a sleeve on his upper arm
• Has both ears pierced
• He lives for your massages, especially after taking a beating during patrol. He'll be on the bed, muscles tense as you work his shoulders while kissing his neck
• The type to text "this reminded me of you" if he's away on a mission
• As soon as he comes home from a mission, don't expect to leave the apartment, he's gonna show you how much he missed you
• Loves pet names: baby, babe, darling, sweetheart, love, princess, pretty, petal
• If he's had a hard day, always make sure you have his fave food ready, and hold him close to you
• Jason's love language is touch and words of affirmation. Sometimes he gets in his head and overthinks. Be there to remind him how important he is to you, and why he deserves to be loved
• His fave way to spend weekends is by sleeping in, or waking you up with his head between your thighs, or leaving kisses down your neck asking if you wanted a little morning workout
#jason todd#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#jason todd headcanon#jason todd imagine#jason todd hc#red hood headcanon#red hood imagine#jason todd x you#red hood x you#candice writes
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DALV Energy Drink
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there is a popular energy drink that becomes all the rage everywhere even Gotham. Tim out of curiosity of its claims takes it. And starts to feel really energize and stronger.
but overtime he starts to have weird side effects. strength he knows is impossible for him, knowing for certain his hand should not have passed through his mug.
turns out the energy drink is called Spectacular... it’s actually connected to specter... as Spect is in different font.
upon analysis the drink has something similar to pit water in it. uwu and you see where this is going kek
also 100% Vlad's idea =w= if he can’t have the only halfa like him he'll make more.
Danny just finding this out the same time as Tim.
ok just plopping a mini-idea plot kek
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It’s not 100% like sunset overdrive but def love it like I do
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Is one of the side effects mood swings?
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strong emotions yes
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Yeah, Tim should try to figure it out without telling his family because ‘embarrassing’
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Question, would the rest of the batfam try it?
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Jason, no. He's against energy drinks on principal. Plus, the stuff is rank.
Damian, also no. he'd never drink something as plebian as an energy drink.
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Dick is a maybe
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Dick, maybe? But he doesn't like the way it makes him feel, so he only tries it once
Bruce, absolutely no.
Alfred would have a conniption if he found any energy drinks in the house
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Cass would try
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She would
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Duke too, he doesn’t have an opinion on energy drinks, but likes the taste of some and is willing to try
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Then she'd make a face at the taste and never touch it again
Duke drinks it too, but it doesn't affect him because of his powers
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he doesn’t have fast metabolism in his skillset
i mean in canon
Healing ability: it has been discovered that Duke's powers allow him to heal rapidly in dire situations.
he has this
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Hmm…
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fanon we can do whatever
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Maybe his rapid healing repairs the damage the ectoplasm does before it can take root
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you have a point there
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Like, you know the radium girls?
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yeah
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Ectoplasm is like that, except with DNA instead of bone
So, Duke's healing factor keeps the ectoplasm from changing his DNA
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he is the only one that can drink it without consequences
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Can I just say I still want someone to trick Jason into drinking it and he ends up falling through a chair?
If we go with the ectoplasm = lazarus pit, it’d be like a temp boost for him
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especially if the ectoplasm in the drinks is purer
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Imagine Jason starts drinking it and it helps filter out the lazarus water from his system and replace it with cleaner ectoplasm
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yeah, this ⬆️
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Lol, I can see Jason scowling, plugging his nose and chugging the stuff. It nasty but damn it if it isn't effective
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Bruce is in the corner trying to figure out why his kids are experimenting with it
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Yes
Also, low key imagine after all is said n done jazz keeps the rest of the drinks, /stored away for emergency uses...
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It’s a nice little thing for Danny
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Or jokingly, Vlad is allowed to legally sell it with proper warning labels...
Yess it’s a good pick me up for Danny
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Unless that says not suitable for human consumption, then no
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Can see Tim having a hard time stopping.
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Probably
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halfa Tim?
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oooh halfa Tim
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If they get Jason hooked on it, you could have both
Him and Tim
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👀
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Tim not noticing he's a ghost now and standing in the kitchen making coffee when someone else walks in and double takes
even better if ghost Jason was the one to walk in and he's freaking out
and freaks out more seeing ghost Tim
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ghost Jason falls through the floor in shock
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gets stuck waist deep in the ground and starts yelling
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Yesss
Danny now constant contact because A he likes these guys and B he wants to help them
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Danny adopts the silly new halfas
under his wing
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Vlad got fucked. He succeeded and failed lol because they just band with Danny XD
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Vlad: YES IT WORKED
Danny: mine now
Vlad: NO NO NO
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Can mix in where Tim n Danny swapped their villains wanting them kind of XD
Ooo they now have to keep making the drinks but remove like the caffeine and abundance of sugar… more "healthy" for back up reserves.. Alfred overseeing this. His n Jazz's idea, since they have 3 halfas and 4 if Danielle shows
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i like this
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Dani probably got a power boost from the standard drink
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This feels like it’d be so much fun to read
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it does
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now, someone has to actually write it
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Note: It’s being written here.
#ghosts and bats channel#danny phantom#batman#dp x dc#danny fenton#tim drake#dick grayson#bruce wayne#damian al ghul#jason todd#dp crossover#jason peter todd#cassandra wayne#cassandra cain#duke thomas#energy drinks#ectoplasm#vlad masters
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hii! i love ur works !! i was wondering if u would write a story ab bruce x reader but like the reader already has kids, and how bruce tries to get on their good side or something like that. hope u have a good day/night!!
"Jason!"
The panic in the woman's voice made him look up from his paper and he focused in on the woman, looking frantic. And then the unmistakable giggle of a little boy, hiding under the table next to his. "You wouldn't happen to be Jason, would you?" Bruce drawled.
"Uh-huh," he said nodding.
"Someone is looking for you," Bruce said, jerking his head your direction, "She looks pretty worried."
"Worried?" he said, peering closer. His eyes somehow getting bigger even as his forehead furrowed.
"Mhmm," he hummed, "What do you say we get you back over there? Before she starts crying."
Jason nodded, the mop of dark curls bobbing as he darted towards the road, only for Bruce to snatch his hand quickly. It had been a long time since Dick was little, but evidently, he'd not lost the touch.
"Ma'am?" Bruce called, "I think I found something that belongs to you-"
"Jason!" When you rush over, kneeling and immediately checking him for injuries, scrubbing a smudge of dirt of his face with your sleeve and hugging him to you, Bruce smiles a little. Remembering for a moment when he'd run away on his mother once. She'd done the same thing. "Baby you can't do that," you breathe, kissing his face. "You sacred me-"
"Mama!" he protested, frightened because you were frightened and starting to cry when he realized you were crying.
"He's alright, I think," Bruce said, keeping his distance a little. "He was hiding under a table-"
"Jay," you scold, hugging him to you, "Baby we talked about that-"
"I'm sorry," he murmured, hiding his face in your neck.
"We'll talk about it later," you tell him, struggling to your feet. Unwilling to let him go, but your baby being just a little too gangly to settle comfortably on your hip.
Bruce put his hands out to steady you, feeling his cheeks darken when you give him a smile of thanks.
"Thank you," you tell him, shifting Jason over to offer him a hand.
"No trouble," Bruce said taking it. "Little boys can be a handful."
You hum in agreement and rock your son, "I never would have found him-"
"I would have found you, Mama," Jason protested.
Before you can say anything, Bruce coughed, "I uh- I know Jason's name but yours-"
"Y/N," Jason chirped, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
"Bruce," he proffered, scooping up your purse and helping you put it on your other shoulder. Hoping desperately that you didn't think he was creepy.
"He told me you were worried, Mama," Jason said.
"I was," you hum, kissing his head, "But now I think we should go- I'm sure Bruce has a lot to do today. And you, Buster, need a nap."
"Mama I don't wanna nap-"
"Then I need a nap," you laugh, "near cardiac arrest will do that to a person."
"Allow me," Bruce said, when the cab you'd tried to hail kept going, stepping out to hail the next one and opening the door.
"Thank you," you murmur, feeling your face heat.
"Can't keep you from your nap," he said smiling a little, pulling a $100 from his wallet and handing it to the cabbie. "Take them wherever they need to go," he said.
"Sure thing, Mr. Wayne," he said, grinning as Bruce helped you inside and shut the door carefully; just before the sky opened up and rain rushed to the ground, shredding the paper he'd been trying to read.
And all Bruce could do was chuckle. Just his luck. The one time he got to play the hero and all he got to show for it was all wet.
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I binge-read (which, I'll admit, doesn't do your pacing justice. Planning on rereading it slower lol) your work "children of the stars" and i have. so many (positive) thoughts
I don't usually read sa recovery fics coz I feel like it's common for authors to emphasize the pain more than the recovery-- which, coz fanfic is usually used to vent, isn't bad per se, its just not my thing -- but i was really pleasantly surprised by yours. I love how you express how fucked Tim's situation is while in Jason's POV coz you never really take away from it, while still portraying the distress that he feels and the forced (by law) compliance that often comes with SA by authority figures. How Jason has to walk himself through putting the kid over his anger is gut-wrenchingly amazing (esp with taking the Pit into account), and how Jason works on himself and is generally happier for/because of Tim genuinely made me have to stand up in certain parts. It shows how much Jason doesn't want his own experiences to repeat (both with his alluded to childhood, and with Bruce) and proves how different he is to the character Tim's initially been threatened with. That eventually crescendoing into him calling the exact person he's so cautious of being like??? Actually made me want to die (in a good way).
You also make sure to still express that Tim is a child, which I really appreciated coz i feel like when younger people go through that, it tends to be made into a "step into maturity". Tim just. God, I cried so hard at the "I'll be brave until you get there". The idea that he thinks it'll happen again contrasted with the trust he has in Jason is so aauuuugggghh
Also?? I really really related to Dick in this particular work because of how you portrayed his own reactions and experiences. Coping by taking on responsibility and then having to shed that abruptly when someone else has experienced a similar situation was something I really really liked your approach to. Especially after he finds that Tim has the same/similar trigger to him?? Every different experience with SA that you wrote hit so hard. Definitely one of my favorite reps so far. God. I love all of your character writing. DUDE ALSO WITH BRUCE?? ALFRED?? MARCO?? You described all of the bat's grief and longing for what was so welllll.
Just. Really really refreshing read, 100% gonna go through the rest of your works. Sorry if this was long winded or annoying lol, feel free to disregard if you want to. Either way, thank you so much for posting that (for free!) and I look forward to future chapters if you write any more :)
in case you were wondering, anon, this reply is so late because i spent the last week crying over it <3 /lh
Ohhh man oh man. OH MAN. OH MAN! this is honestly so kind,,, jkjkjdfkjdf Jason and Tim's journeys in CotS as they try to rationalize with what happened to them while still allowing themselves to be juvenile, somehow, was basically a cornerstone in the fic, and I'm so beyond excited and grateful that there are people who genuinely enjoyed that aspect of it. AND DICK, MY BELOVED.... I could never leave him out of it either, I love that guy.
It just means the world to me that you enjoyed this so much? Idk it's like the horrors of being perceived but they're not horrors, they're joys. The joys of having my fic perceived. Grief is one of my favorite things to write for how powerful it is, and getting this kind of feedback only makes me want to keep going (especially now, when I've been hitting a dearth of creativity, lol).
I have one more official chapter planned for CotS--- it's proving to be the hardest to write, because on my life I hate finishing things. Sometimes I can't finish things. But this makes me want to finish it just to give this fic's wonderful, wonderful readers a conclusion.
This was not annoying at all-- I genuinely read it, like, seven-eight times. It was an absolute light for my entire week. Never apologize for doing this for the works you love, I promise you we are reading and we are cherishing.
#fic talk#children of the stars art#anon ask#ask scar#thank you so much op#you are genuinely a light#<3333
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What If............................... The Joker Reformed?
This is an Elseworld's idea I recently had after rereading "The Killing Joke". I'd always wondered what would've happened if The Joker did take up Batman's offer at the end of the story, and I eventually came up with a story in which Joker does agree to let Batman rehabilitate him. At first, Joker just spent the first few months in Arkham Asylum actually complying with the doctors and guards. But he eventually does escape, terrified of change and just wanting to do his old dance with Batman. Realizing he needs to keep a closer eye on him in order to make sure this does work, Batman secretly has Joker moved into Wayne Manor, confining him to a single room and forcing him to stick to a specific schedule. If he even deviates once from taking his medication, he's going right back to Arkham. Alfred hates this idea, but sticks by Bruce's side out of loyalty. When Barbara and Dick eventually hear about this, they initially think that Bruce has lost his mind and that Joker must be playing him. But Bruce does manage to at least talk them into leaving him alone. After a year goes by with no intrusions or deviations, Joker is allowed access to certain parts of the manor, such as the dining hall and living room. Alfred is always there to make sure nothing happens, watching Joker like a hawk and flinching at the most minor actions. Alfred utterly despises Joker, as aside from Joe Chill, he is the primary cause of Batman's suffering. He killed Jason Todd, crippled Barbara Gordon, and has dogged Batman to the ends of the earth in order to forever play his maniacal game of cat & mouse with him. However, Joker is 100% serious about reforming and just wants to be allowed to show that he can change. One night while Batman was out chasing after The Riddler, Riddler ended up getting the jump on Batman and knocked him unconscious, trapping him inside of a 100 acre mirror maze littered with dozens of laser beams that fire randomly every 20 seconds. What Alfred and the others were unaware of was that Joker knows Batman is Bruce Wayne, he just never cared. When Bruce radioed for Alfred to send in Nightwing, Joker overheard and snuck into the Batcave ahead of everyone. He then stole the Batman of Zur-En-Arrh costume, hotwired the Bat-cycle, and sped away. While Batman was running through the maze and dodging lasers, he ended up getting burned on his left arm and was trapped at a dead end. Before the lasers could finish him off, Joker came crashing through one of the mirrors and destroyed the laser beam with an explosive Batarang. He then tended to Batman's wound before grappling them up to Riddler's control room. The two then defeated the Riddler and duct-taped him to the signal for Commissioner Gordon. Impressed with Joker's heroic action, Batman eventually started to teach him how to be a vigilante. It turns out that Joker was more adept at this thing than he was even aware of. It'll still take a while for him to earn the trust of the rest of the Bat-family, but he's happy as Batman's new sidekick. Batman & The Joker: The New Dynamic Duo.
#the joker#joker#gay joker#batjokes#The Joker Art#batman elseworlds#batman and joker#jack napier#the killing joke#batman x joker
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this is how i imagine dick grayson…
click here for the other boys
this gets very um… ✨psych eval✨
- cannot cook to save anyone’s life.
- he eats cereal for most meals so he has a god tier level of judgement of different brands and types of cereal.
- really good at hacking.
- sings in the shower but is actually pretty good at it; and has 90s-Y2K music taste, as well as 80s pop.
- his first anime he watched was definitely the original fruits basket.
- dangerously impulsive sometimes.
- is extremely selfish when it comes to non-super hero things.
- like -based off my experience of being the eldest- he never had to do chores, never had to learn any homely skills really, gets away with doing whatever the hell he wants, things were just handed to him.
- didn’t know how to use a washing machine until he moved out and he still uses alfred to wash delicates.
- there’s no workers in the manor so i like to think after jason, bruce decided everyone had to pick up the slack.
- like vacuuming their own rooms, cleaning their own bathrooms, washing their own plates and cups, hang out the washing etc etc. (there’s definitely a cleaning roster)
- but dick doesn’t. he never had to and still gets away with not doing it when he visits.
- it’s beyond everyone else by this point how he does it.
- has an insane disregard for anyone else’s feelings, like they’ll yell at him for leaving his cereal bowls in the sink and he’ll just shrug and walk off.
- doesn’t mean he’s the favourite tho; just the eldest. he never gets away with things that require a bit of maturity, either hero work or wayne work.
- if he’ makes the wrong call on a mission or messes around in public or makes a bad impression on a client, he gets the phattest spray from bruce because he’s “older and should know better”.
- no one gets yelled at more than dick.
- which does not help the fact that dick has the shortest and most dangerous temper.
- ever heard of something along the lines of the eldest child was the rough draft, the children following were the more polished-parented ones?
- dick was the prime example of this.
- bruce was young when he adopted dick and still working through a lot of shit, a lot.
- (in the harshest way) his unresolved trauma was 100% the only reason he decided to adopt a random kid from the circus who’s parents just died.
- so though well intentioned, bruce didn’t do the best job of raising dick.
- he could hardly take care of himself and suddenly he was raising a child, and so dick wouldn’t have necessarily been nourished the way he should’ve.
- i reckon that’s something that hangs over bruce quite a lot as he aged (but this post isn’t bruce’s hyper evaluation so).
- in the end it resulted in a grown child who was used to getting what he wanted, hardly disciplined, unaware of how to properly express emotions, and in a constantly unstable environment; chasing adrenaline and risky activities (psychology 101).
- it’s no wonder dick would’ve responded badly to jason being adopted; a situation that he thought had become somewhat secure, was abruptly changed again without even a brief mention to him.
- he has a serious uncontrollable temper; where jason has PTSD to complicate his anger, he’s able to make rational (in jason terms) and controlled decisions -and have a decent patience- where-as when dick gets mad, he flies into a rage and does things he regrets afterwards constantly.
- dick’s funny and playful nature comes from needing to impress others and get their praise and attention.
- when he was little he would’ve had to entertain himself in the big manor, and when he joined bruce at galas and events everyone would gush over him -giving him the attention he so desperately craved (and probably anything he asked for).
- his ego and need for validation comes from the lack of attention and validation bruce gave him when he needed it most -whether he realises that’s why or not.
- which also leads into his tendency to be player. he knows he’s gorgeous, and he knows he can get anyone he wants, so he exploits that to solidify the thought that he is wanted, even when he mind tells him he’s not.
- i love bruce and i believe he is extremely regretful and actively trying to do better, however we can’t deny that dick -and jason- were more or less the failed test runs.
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Batman's cowl
I cannot sleep so it is time for y'all to suffer through my rant again (the again are for those who suffered them, either on whatsapp or discord).
For people who unluckily met me, you know I deeply believe that Batman should rot when someone'll buy common sense for Bruce and make him RETIRE. He's old. I know his joints crack the second he tries to sit up from a chair.
Anyway.
Dick would hate to take over. Minus 99 on 100, would not try again. He had his taste of the cowl and it was bitter. And he was never designed for it; Robin was always meant to be what Batman cannot be.
He was the light in the darkness, the laughter despite Gotham's protector's violence. I do not mean that there isn't something lurking in Dick's eyes- he's made of anger, of strong emotions, after all. But he represents hope in such a blatant, painful way that shoving him into Batman's black armor would be just like snuffing a candlelight.
Nightwing is more than what Bruce could ever imagine, and I will fight anyone who does not see his importance in the DCU. I will die on this hill, you cannot change my mind.
I had a rant on Jason, but there are new points I want to target. I think he has the ambiguous luck of being both in the middle of things, and then got away far enough that he could see the horrifying cycle of Gotham, feeding on Batman's and his rogues' neverending battle and understanding what it means. He is right that, in killing those villains, he is saving far more innocents than Batman ever will. It is true that, if he were to take the cowl, we could see improvements in Gotham. He would be breaking the cycle.
But would he be doing it as Batman, or as the Red Hood with new silly little bat ears? After you take away Batman's reason of being (Bruce's trauma, duty to the name Wayne and need to do, to be, good), after you take away his ethics ("Batman does not kill"), what is left? An empty husk, with a tarnished history.
Jason rose up from what was made of him. From the street rat, from Robin's replacement, from the Joker's victim. He will not be restrained again to the whims and definitions of others.
Tim... is the hardest for me. Because he would make a good Batman. An efficient one. And that's where the danger lies. It has been shown, again and again, that Tim's drawn a line in the sand. And while he keeps strictly to it, sand shifts, as time goes by.
Tim's whole thing is being what is needed, at that time. He became Robin, part admiration, but mostly because "Batman needs a Robin". He losts Robin, but still did what he deemed as necessary, when Bruce was lost to time - even going as far as starting an alliance with Ra's fucking al Ghul. Tim is driven by need. And confronted unceasingly by Gotham's merry-go-round of weirdoes, it wouldn't be too strange if he felt that an accident or two was needed.
Tim, more than anyone in his family, requires a support structure. Not one like Batman who, despite it all, is still quite a solitary figure, but a whole Team like the Titans- if only for the well-being of his enemies, if not his own. Tim needs people who push him to be the best he could be, people who need him to be their moral compass.
Damian, at the contrary of Tim, is one of the easiest one for me. He may had been raised with the idea of being Heir to the Bat, but he was always fairly independent, in ways his brothers weren't when they first meet Bruce; Dick needed support after his tragedy, Jason wanted a father who would treat him as a desired son, Tim was seeking anyone who could give him any positive form of attention.
Damian needed stability. And it sure wasn't Bruce who gave him that; it was Dick. So he never developped those strong feelings and bonds (he still has a strong relationship with his father, don't get me wrong) that anchored his brothers to Bruce's shore. Even as a Robin, the only thing tying him up with his predecessors is the weight of the mantle.
He has learnt that being the result of his bloodline does not mean that he was to be restrained by it. I like to think of Damian's story as one of learning; he's not Ra's al Ghul's heir, he is not Batman's heir. He is Damian al Ghul Wayne and he'll grown up to be something great all on his own.
And while his adventure still has a long way to go, I deeply believe that, at the end of it, he'd rather seek an identity for himself rather than take on his Father's.
Now, Cassandra. Either be it ethics, morals or just narrative interest, she'd be a great Batman. Just like Bruce, her inability to kill comes from trauma; from her taking life for the first time and swearing she'd never do that again. Her line is drawn in blood, and that means that she'll keep to it much more stubbornly.
At this point, the only reason why I don't think she should take over Batman is that I just believe all legacy heroes deserve more than taking over their mentor unfinished business. I' sorry I'm totally being blinded by this image of a perfect Cassandra who will succeed in everything she does.
I don't even need to talk about Signal. He's already so different from that whole Batman and Robin thing, don't lower him like That.
Specials mentions for Spoiler, who would shout "Fuck Batman!" with middle fingers raised. She had been a replacement Robin once, she's not looking to repeat the experience and she has learnt that she's much better than what Bruce deserves.
#batman#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#cassadra cain#stephanie brown#batfam#the cowl of Batman is the physical representation of Gotham's curse and it needs to be buried#let the man retire#bruce wayne had been batman for longer that my dad was alive#it's time we FINALLY get to a new generation#don't get me wrong#i love bruce#he's my traumatized little meow meow#but if he tries to give the cowl to any of his kids I will beat him up with his mother's pearl necklace
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One thing I am sometimes irrationally negative about is how writers feel the need to bring up fatherhood and Damian's " blood". I get it serves a purpose, yet it still rubs me the wrong way. Recent example is DC vs Vampires where Damian and Dick fight. And it is not what the characters themselves say, but this need for writers to bring it up in the first place, if that makes sense. Yeah WE KNOW they are all his children, but when you have to mention 100 times in your comics how Bruce is their father too, it's like... is he? Is it a conditional fatherhood? I see what writers want to do with it and the conflict it is supposed to produce. Yet they tend to fail to resolve it, fail to go deep in it, and in this particular instance, it takes away from where the emotional high of that fight should be - ( spoiler) Bruce's death and loss of a parent- to this surface level " He was my father too". I get the scene, and the interaction itself in that universe. It just gives me an itch.
Yes, the "blood" thing... has been treated less than ideal. It's never sat right with me either. There's this undercurrent of "Damian is Bruce's biological son and therefore is special" which they try to treat as incorrect and drill the Lesson that Bruce loves all of his children equally... but then turn around and repeat the same story with the same conflict, erasing the character development that came before. Though I mean, this is a widespread writing problem in comic books: stagnation and erasure of previous growth in order to preserve the status quo. Not even getting into DC acting as if Bruce loves all his kids equally, but then overtly or covertly stoking the fights between fans of different Batfam characters for the Engagement. And publishing stories in which they're pitted against each other for no good reason, or in which Bruce expresses blatant favoritism (never getting over Batman & Robin #20 and Bruce asking Jason to re-traumatize himself because "I want my son back").
This thing they do regarding Damian's parentage extends even further, and sometimes has some really frustrating implications, at least to me. The fact he's the son of Talia, and was raised by her and Ra's and the League of Assassins-- but that he is also Batman's son, is indeed a conflicting and very interesting heritage to have. It makes perfect sense that Damian gets stories in which he struggles over the different philosophies and desires of his parents, and with his own identity and wants. But that's the thing, the conflict is more about Damian's sense of belonging and attachment to his parents, it's not between two biological forces warring inside him. It's not the fact he's got Villain Blood TM and Hero Blood TM and these are at conflict; it's the way he was raised, it's his relationship with his mother, it's the fraught relationship he built with Bruce, it's so much more than just who conceived him. But they keep repeating this kind of storyline (Damian goes dark) -- and I hate it when it's implied that the Bad Blood in him just can't stay dormant! He'll cyclically go Bad for a bit because he can't help it! It undermines Damian's agency and personhood, to reduce him to a set of opposing influences, biological or otherwise.
[sigh] Anyway. Needless to say, I agree that Damian's heritage could be treated a lot better. Obviously not saying this problem appears in every single story that incorporates this element, but well-- taking this as an opportunity to commiserate with you, Anon.
#okay I know I said I'm limiting negativity but. I do like Damian and Jason a lot#and Cass. and Stephanie. basically all the Batkids with villain-coded parentage or background :))#and I hate it when it's implied they might never be able to help the Darkness inside them or some other bullshit like that#asks#batfam stuff#fandom negativity
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Okay your soulmate ask god tier love it agree with the characterization 100%
But what if we also put TimKon on there.
Like because of clone shenanigans Kon doesn’t have a soulmate making Tim able to have someone to understand in someway being alone in a world that is made up of pairs
Anyways the ending being that by the time the bats realize they lost it’s to late Tim is gone and unreachable
IDK I like them to suffer instead of Tim
TimKon!!! they have such a great dynamic because tim is a freak and kon knows that and still loves him, he didn't even massively freak out or go all ' youbetrayed me' when he found out tim tried to clone him. they definitely have a good dynamic, it's something that tim doesn't get with bruce, dick, jason, or damian.
stability. that's the one thing they can't give him off the bat. i feel like that would contribute to severe trust issues on that front because how can tim trust or believe they won't pull the rug out from under him at any time? if they'd just said 'it's not the right time' or listened during the many, many, many times he tried to talk with them about it- things may have turned out differently.
soulmates have a level of assigned devotion but tim had never felt that from any of them. but kon, kon listens for his heartbeat, he picks up when tim calls him, responds when he texts. tim decieves kon at times, lies to him because he's a bat and if he's not sneaky or careful he'll end up a splatter on the wall. they're not perfect but they fight for each other, they try to understand and they don't just give up on one another. kon doesn't play mind games, ignore him, refuse to talk to him or give him the cold shoulder. kon was his friend and even when he was just his friend he was a better soulmate than the one he had. tim thinks of kon and the fact that he doesn't have a soulmate and he's devestated because kon deserves the world. he deserves not be alone. but they're in the same boat aren't they?
tim has a soulmate that doesn't want him and kon doesn't have a soulmate at all. tim sees how kon tries; he goes out on dates, has relationships that stretch for weeks before they ask to see his soulmark only to be disappointed and disturbed when he doesn't have one. that's what gets to kon, people being disturbed because he already has trouble coming to terms with it himself.
tim imagines his life with his soulmate versus one with kon and its...its a no brainer. no system is truly perfect. there were probably millions of people in the past who were miserable with their soulmates but they were the minority and people didn't care about their suffering.
so tim, in a rare act of selfishness, decides to choose his happiness over that of his soulmate. he chooses kon.
and kon...kon would be unsure if it were anyone but tim. he wouldn't be able to trust that he really was chosen over someone's soulmate, he couldn't trust that he could be with someone for years and then their soulmate came into the picture and he couldn't trust his partner wouldn't leave him. but this was tim.
tim has lied and deceived him before but he's never broken a promise to kon and he's promising to be kon's forever. that they'll be together forever, that he'll carve himself to be the other half of kon's soul. he deserves to be happy and so does kon and they deserve to be happy together.
so kon, in a rare act of selfishness, chooses to steal away another person's soulmate. they had their chance and blew it but kon...kon had never even had a chance he could blow and he wasn't going to ruin it now that it was in front of him.
it's months before anyone notices. it takes a long time before bruce, dick, jason, or damian realize that their soulmark has been fading. more and more until one day...its gone.
its not scarred over like how soul marks are when their match dies, it's just gone. clear, unblemished skin like that on the rest of their body. their mark is gone. they're markless.
they panic of course, they immediatly try to see how tim is, if something's wrong...but he's fine. he's in san francisco. celebrating.
they see the pictures, the videos in groupchats they're part of.
tim and kon are soul mates. kon had developed a soulmark and they see the progression of it with inquiries in the chart about whether it was possible for Kryptonians to get skin cancer followed by a picture of dark blob mole that grew bigger and bigger and slowly took a shape into a soulmark.
and then it hit them.
they lost their soulmark. lost their soulmate.
and they're...desvestatated. they can't explain it any other way. they're devastated, they had one person meant for them and now they were gone. they were alone but it's worse because its not like tim is dead, he's alive and right there with his new soulmate.
and...they're alone. forever.
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Jason was on the edge of everything keeping him sane, nightmares haunted him to stay awake and being Red Hood was no easy task. Robin was innocent in this... yet it irked Jason more than ever to hear Damian call him brother. The past of the League overwhelming Jason's mind.
"Akhi did you get hurt? I saw the bullet get clo-" "Don't call me that" "What?" "Don't. Call. Me. That"
"I do not understand Akhi-"
"I'M NOT YOUR BROTHER DAMIAN! GOD DON'T YOU GET IT?! JUST BECAUSE I WAS FORCED TO BE AROUND YOU DOESN'T MEAN WE ARE RELATED IN ANY FUCKING WAY!" No one moved for a good few minutes in the stunned silence.
"Habibi I didn't mean t-" Jason reached for him to give any sign of remorse.
"Don't touch me" Damian's voice is low and... dark as if he's holding every ounce in him back as he kept his head down his expression unreadable "Damian pl-"
"DON'T FUCKING SAY ANYTHING"
"Look I'm sorry I made you angry-"
"NO! I'M NOT ANGRY! I'M HURT FROM YOU TODD! YOU HURT ME AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME! WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME!? YOU LIAR! YOU SAID YOU CARED AND THAT YOU LOVED ME AND I WAS A FOOL TO FUCKING TRUST THAT SHIT!"
Looking up at Jason was a sobbing and pissed child. A child who was told that he had no connection to one of the few people he took the walls down for and let into his heart.
"I WAS A FOOL TO THINK I COULD BE LOVED BY YOU! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN YOU NEVER CARED FOR ME! AFTER EVERYTHING, I HELPED YOU AND YOU SAID YOU TRUST ME AND YET YOU HURT ME! ...You bastard... I fucking trusted you... I hate you... I hate you! I HATE YOU TODD!" Damian ran so fast that Jason didn't have time to finish processing what he heard.
.
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About two weeks since then... Jason hasn't seen Damian and he racked himself in self loathing. He hurt his baby brother, the one who was abused his whole life and forced to handle such dark things at a small age. Everyone had called more than once, asking what happened. When Oracle got mask footage those calls turned into if he was okay and then consoling. So many voice-mails that Jason had on his phone, everything felt like shit now.
Jason reluctantly looked at his phone, over 100 voice-mails left to collect dust. Regardless he tapped on one from a week ago, from Golden Boy aka Dick.
Hey Jaybird, we saw the footage. I could tell you were having a rough time. I'm sure you didn't mean what you said and I know Dami didn't either. If you get this please call back we're all worried and there's some... news we have
Jason tapped on another from three days ago and Jason was met with Dick sighing and sounding worn out as hell.
Hey... I know you won't answer and all that... but we all need help right now. That news I mentioned is that... Damian went missing
Jason sat upright quickly with an ache in his heart
No signs of him or anything either, we checked all of Gotham and nothing turned up. If you get anything I beg of you to call or give a sign
It clicked and Jason was left with panic and fear swelling up in him. "Fuck... fuck fuck no no! Where is he?!" Jason had to swallow all of his fears down, now is not the time. He has to go out and find him immediately.
.
Hours of searching and coming up empty, the final place Jason can think of:
One of the many safehouses, but this one is where Jason and Damian would hang out and get away from the world by watching dumb stuff or talking. This is their secret place to be when they want a break from everything.
Jason unlocked the door, only he and Damian had a key. It was dark and gloomy, usually whenever they hung out it seemed to be more bright and comfortable. Regardless, Jason closed the door and locked it, turning on the lights and looking around.
Jason looked everywhere, one sure sign of him being here was the gloves, cape and mask on the table, coming to stop at the kitchen cupboard. Damian preferred small places so he can easily ground himself better when he had a panic attack. It was easier to find himself instead of being outside where you can be attacked at any moment.
Opening it to see Damian holding himself, stains of tears down his face. Jason reached out slowly, any fast movements would startle Damian and make him unsafe. He has to be careful to make up for what he's done.
As softly as he could he spoke "Damian. Hey Habibi please wake up. I want to help you baby"
Damian's eyes fluttered open and landed on Jason "...Todd" "Hey... I was looking for you" "Why?" "Because I care for you, I'm sorry for hurting you"
Jason stepped back and Damian got out, slightly shifting as he stood in front Jason, clinging onto the end of his Robin uniform.
"..."
"Damian... I didn't mean what I said. I was tired and shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm so sorry, I love you so much and I love being your Akhi"
Damian's voice was barely a whisper "You... you mean it?" "Yes, I always have and always will Damian" "I... I-I don't wanna hate you Akhi! I don't wanna hate you anymore!" Damian cried out whatever tears were left looking more like a lost child. Jason kneeled down and held him "I love you Habibi, I always will regardless of any arguments or anything in the way"
"I love you too Akhi... I love you"
"I'll tell everyone I found you, we'll clear everything up and then if you want we can hang out?"
"I'd love to hang out with you Akhi"
#damian wayne#damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it#jason todd#robin#red hood#not me actually feeling emotional over how damian shouts and ends it by saying he hates him
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if you were a dc writer and had complete freedom to do whatever you wanted with Damian would you make damian leave robin's cloak but without destroying development so he becomes an independent hero without being a red hood 2.0?
The thing is, I know sooner or later DC will give Bruce another Robin even though it keeps getting harder and harder to find a character archetype that isn't yet part of the batfamily and they also already have enough problems explaining how Bruce raised all these sidekicks without being too old to be Batman. But before that day comes I want to see DC just letting Damian be Robin. Like Dick, Jason (at least for a few years) and Tim got to be. With Damian it feels like his role is never secure.
It started with him being Robin to Dick's Batman and of course that didn't last long. After one year DC demanded that they bring back Bruce and the only reason Damian got to stay on as Robin was probably because Grant Morrison had always planned to kill him off anyway. There were also a bunch of comics in which characters told Tim he's better and their Robin, despite Damian being the official Robin.
Then Grant Morrison killed Damian off and it looked like Snyder would replace Damian with Duke or Harper as Robin. DC did decide to bring Damian back in the end, but Snyder gave Bruce amnesia and Tomasi's Batman and Robin book had to end. They gave Damian the Robin: Son of Batman solo book, which is an excellent book, but it was shortlived because of DC Rebirth. DC Rebirth seemed pretty determined to keep Damian away from Batman by putting him in two awful Teen Titans teams while they put Tim back in the Robin suit, only slapping a second R on it. Tynion made it pretty clear that it was his goal to make Tim Robin again.
Teen Titans by Adam Glass had the explicit goal to kick Damian out of the mantle in the most dishonorable way and Bendis made Tim call himself just Robin again. Since then they gave Damian a Robin solo, but after only 17 issues they cancelled it (according to Williamson not because of sales) and gave Tim a Robin solo instead. Damian has also been excluded from batfamily events for ages.
Like...can we just get Damian being Robin without anyone trying to take it from him for a few years? Letting him actually build relationships with the batfamily? He barely has one with Bruce, his own father, and most of his interactions with Dick are "remember when I was Batman and you were my Robin" nostalgia bait. His relationships with the others were either erased by the New 52 reboot (Steph), barely developed (Tim, Jason) or were never fleshed out in the first place (Cass, Kate, Barbara, Duke).
So to answer your question, if I had complete freedom I wouldn't force Damian to take a new mantle yet. I would tell the writers to stop sabotaging him because of their nostalgia or desire to make money by being the creator of the next Robin.
Damian is still too young, DC has barely used his story potential and his relationships with the other bats (and the wider DC universe) are underdeveloped. If they kicked him out of the prestigious Robin mantle for good right now I fear that DC will never fix their mistakes. DC will put out a Batman and Robin ongoing, they won't put out a Batman and "insert Damian's new mantle here" comic. We also aren't in the 90s anymore when even a new character like Azrael could hold a solo title for over a 100 issues. I genuinly believe that kicking Damian out of the mantle would just end with him getting sidelined even more.
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Arkham Nights (2-16-21)
Jason Todd during D2 (Dick & Damian) time as Batman & Robin.
Darkness is not what I fear lurks under my skin. No, everybody’s got a little darkness, and in my line of work, it helps keep you alive. Bruce wears his darkness with a matching cape, and it’s done wonders for him. But me? I fear all those bright, warm feelings swirling around inside. They make me soft. They make me weak. They make me vulnerable. Feeling positive, warm things is why I trusted the wrong person, my birth mother, and she walked me into a trap with the Joker. He beat me, broke me, and left me for dead. Her too. And still, those bright feelings wouldn’t let me be. I had to try and save her. Sheila. She was my mother, after all. I had to try. So I threw myself between her and the bomb, with the very last of my strength. I remember the impact, like ten thousand crowbars at once. I remember the heat, and tumbling through the air. I barely felt the pain, but I watched the building come down around me, and then everything was darkness.
It was quiet in the dark. In the nothing. I was beyond the pain, beyond the betrayal and the disappointment. But again, there was light. More than anything else, that scared the crap outta me. Another second chance that I could screw up somehow. Heh, boy have I screwed it up. I mean, how many people really come back to life? How many dead kids get the chance to return and grow up?
In the short term, I was trying to set some things right. I wanted what any ghost wants: for my killer to be punished. But that’s all I was anymore...a ghost haunting the lives they’d all gotten on with. Deep down, I knew that my death meant something to them, that everything echoed with that emptiness, but it only reminded me of the emptiness I felt. That kid in the goofy costume was dead. Whatever remained of him, I left behind when I crawled out of my own coffin. In my absence, there was a new Robin. I was just a shadow, a ghost. Who was I supposed to be?
If I was haunting them, why not really haunt them? I put on a red hood to become the personification of both of Batman’s greatest mistakes. After all, it was his failure that shaped me.
…Yeah, I know that’s just bullshit I told myself to be able to sleep at night. Truth is, I didn’t know what I was doing. The plans, the killing… I needed something to focus on, someone to hit, to direct the burning within me. It was worse than before, so much stronger than when I was a kid. The rage. The pain. I’m terrified that there’s nothing of me left under all the hurt and anger.
…Again, bullshit. I’m afraid that I am still here under all this misery. If that stupid, scared, hopeful, little brat is still part of me, then why am I doing such awful things? I’m not afraid of the darkness that drives me. Still being that weak, soft, vulnerable kid deep down is what I fear.
***
Waking up in Arkham Asylum is awful for reasons I never expected. Honestly, the food and the company’s not as horrible as I’d always imagined when Batman and I dragged those sorry lunatics back here. The awful part is all the time alone with my mind.
I don’t blame Dick for locking me in here. I was getting a bit carried away with all that, “Let the punishment fit the crime!” slogan-making and grandstanding. It’s just that after Bruce died…(which I don’t buy 100%)...it was like I lost part of myself. At that point, I was already slipping, wondering who I was. I’ve tried on too many masks. I’m not ready to look underneath. Fuck. But here I am, all this time on my cuffed hands. Maybe I am a bit pissed that Dick put me in here.
Days go by. Shrinks try to tell me how I feel, and I tell them I’m not crazy. I take their tests again and again. I’m simply homicidal. They keep me on meds anyway. Meds that slow me down. Meds that take the edge off the rage. However, the loneliness is magnified. And the company here is no good. Literally. I’m surrounded by the villains I grew up wailing on.
These freaks don’t know that though. Between these walls, I’m the Red Hood. I’m just another local badass who fought the Bat. So some of them are friendly. Nygma brags about his “clever” death traps, and I snort. As a kid, Riddler was only ever an inconvenience. So...I give Nygma some pointers on how to really challenge Batman, and suddenly Nygma gives me his ice cream on Fridays.
No one really bothers me. But again, no one knows that some of their scars were delivered by my fists, back when I wore more green and yellow. They ask, though. Who is the Red Hood? Smirking is usually my answer, but the truth is that I don’t know. Am I even Jason Todd anymore? Jason was Bruce’s son...and he’s gone.
***
Sonovabitch, Bruce isn’t dead! He comes to visit me. I know I should shut up, I’m talking too much, but I can’t help it. It’s been so lonely in Arkham. And I bet he thinks I’m just trying to distract him. Maybe I am. Maybe I want him listening instead of looking. Bags under my eyes: the nightmares keep me from dreamland. I slump in the chair, letting him think it’s confidence, that I’m relaxed, but really I’m drained. I need out, I need something to focus on. Finally, I’m being transferred to a regular prison. I can start to plan when I’m there.
My visit from Batman hits like a bullet to the heart. I want to hate him for leaving me...leaving me in Arkham that is. But I was so relieved he was alive. And he came to see me! Bruce came to check on me and show me that he’s alive.
Then that rage creeps its way back in. No more meds to dull me, and I’m sent to prison. Bruce came to see me, but he left me! Once again, he’s getting on with his life without me in it. All the mushy, soft, weak feelings are rearing their ugly heads since Batman visited me. Warm like blood from an exit wound.
So I distract myself. I kill. Surrounded by scum, it’s a buffet of death I can gorge myself on, drown myself in, as long as it keeps me from thinking about the feelings.
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In the halls of the All-Caste, the ancient boy prompts me to reclaim my most cherished memory. I know what it is. Another spot of light inside of me that makes me soft, and warm… Warm like that night when we weren’t Batman and Robin. We were just a father and his son, curled up watching some bad movie together. I leaned into Bruce’s side and fell asleep, safe and happy. The warmth of that memory radiates at me, but I walk on by. “Keep it,” I tell the confused guru.
{Last scene from Red Hood and the Outlaws (N52) #3}
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