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Unexpected Discoveries Lead to Unexpected Consequences
Chapter 2
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This was not nor had it ever been part of any of his plans. Nope, he had never meant for this to happen at. All. Yet! Here he was. He can’t even believe himself.
“Talia, I have known this girl for two weeks, but I swear to G* that if anything happens to her while I am gone with my next trainer I will kill everyone in the stupid base and then myself.”
Jason immediately stated upon returning from France with Marinette in toe next to him. She gave Talia a shy smile and wave before moving back to hide behind Jason once again.
After their little heart to heart in the apartment upon their first meeting Jason knew he couldn’t leave this small, innocent child behind to survive on her own. He had let her sleep in the bed, as it was a single room apartment, and he slept on the couch. That same night he was woken by bloodcurdling, heart-clenching screams. The bond was being pulled incessantly in sharp, painful jolts, and it was filled with so much pain and anguish that it almost made him buckle over in pain. He raced over to the bedroom and found Mary (“My real name is Marinette”) struggling against the blankets, still obviously asleep. Racing over to the bed he tried his very best to wake her up gently, whispering that she needed to awaken. Unfortunately, it didn't work and Jason swore that his heart was going to be torn out of his chest. Running out of both strength and patience he began to shake her by the shoulders.
“Mary, you’re having a nightmare and you need to wake up!”
Nearly silent sobs left her lips. Jason's heart yearned to comfort this child as the tugs against his heart continued in their frantic manner as if the bond itself was begging for someone to soothe the pain. Now Jason knew this would be a terrible idea if this was to wake up to this, but well, it worked on his mom when she was too far gone trying to chase a high. And while this wasn’t the same thing, maybe it would still work.
Kneeling at the bedside Jason began to softly run his fingers through Mari’s now clean hair, easily removing any knots out of her still slightly damp hair. He did his best to send soothing tugs and ripples through the bond in hopes that it would calm her. Thankfully the movement seemed to do the trick as Mari began to relax into the covers and had soon stopped crying. He could feel her unconsciously leaning into his hand, and he refused to take away the obvious comfort she found in the contact. He stared at the girl’s gentle features, truly taking in her form. She was frail and thin, there were dark and heavy bags under her eyes, and her skin, while slightly tan from being in the sun for long amounts of time, was unnaturally pale. How was he supposed to leave her when Talia came to pick him up? The kid needed stability, someone to look after her, and he did not trust any foster care system in any way shape or form. Jason sighed to himself and desperately wanted to hit his head against a wall. Why was this his life?
So here he was now, at Nanda Parbat, with a small 13-year-old child standing behind him, threatening Talia al Ghul of all people to protect his new baby sister while he was gone. Because G* knew that if something happened to this angel of a child on his watch, all Hell would break loose.
“I see you’ve picked up a stray.”
She said flatly after his outburst, only giving Mari a small glance before staring at Jason once again. Her face was void of any emotion, but he could see the ever so slight glint of curiosity hidden behind the indifference in her eyes.
“Look,”
Jason sighed, pinching his nose between his gloved fingers.
“Trust me when I say that I had no planes on doing this.”
“But?”
Talia asked when he didn’t continue with a raised brow.
“But, the kid's been through some sh* and is honestly like a lost duckling. (“I am not.”) She wouldn’t stop following me around even when I told her that I’m bad news. (*huff*). And if this continued she was going to get herself killed, or worse.”
Jason shivered. He remembered how quickly and mysteriously kids would disappear. And IF they were ever found, well, they were never the same again. Always haunted, always on edge, always silent, eyes clouded over like they had seen the depths of Hell and were forced to come back to Earth. He would never be able to live with himself if he saw that same look on this kid in front of him.
Talia seemed to understand where he was coming from and simply nodded. Her expression gave none of her thoughts or feelings away though.
“I see. Well, I have arranged for you to go to Germany to learn how to put together and dismantle explosives. If this goes well Jason, this should be your last trainer. I will take your youth under my wing until you return. She will be protected and trained, so when it is time for you to complete your goal you will know she will be taken care of and will know how to properly take care of herself.”
Jason could hug her, but he refrained. He didn’t want to get stabbed, thank you very much. He smiled and nodded his head in thanks.
“Thank you Talia, I owe you one.”
“One of many.”
Talia said, a ghost of a smile somehow showing through her still emotionless face.
“Yea, yea.”
He replied flippantly before turning back to Marinette who had been basically strangling his shirt between her small boney hands. Gently he pulled her in front of him and kneeled so they were level with each other while sending warm calming ripples through their bond. He placed a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder and began to explain what was going to happen.
“Pix, please look at me.”
Marinette looked up from the ground and looked him in the eyes while she nervously chewed at her lip.
“You’re going to leave me?”
She asked sorrowfully. He could feel the tension and despair in the bond making Jason feel guilty. Jason softened slightly and shook his head, continuing to send his reassurance and care back.
“Yes, and no. I’ll be back soon, and Talia is going to keep you safe. I’ve got to go to this place to learn some stuff, and when I’m done I won’t leave ya again, I promise.”
“And I can’t come with you?”
She asked sorrowfully. Jason shook his head quickly,
“No Pixie. It’s way too dangerous for you. But Talia here is going to help you learn how to protect yourself here. It’ll be okay.”
“And you promise that you’ll come back?”
She asked, almost begged really. She was sending out so much hope and worry that his heart was starting to ache. He didn’t think he would ever get used to this strange bond, way of communicating really.
“I promise.”
Marinette nodded, her eyes hardening with conviction and complete trust that Jason knew he would rather die again than break.
“Okay. I’ll work hard till you come back, big brother Jay-Jay.”
Jason smiled and rolled his eyes before ruffling her hair.
“Yea, yea. How about you get to know Talia,”
He leaned into her ear and whispered just loud enough so that Talia would hear him.
“She may seem all scary and heartless, but she has a heart deep deep down. I promise.”
Marinette giggled softly and Talia rolled her eyes. Jason smirked at her before pushing himself up and standing next to Mari with a hand on her shoulder. He nodded to Talia and gave Marinette one last squeeze before he turned and left towards his room where his bag should be. He would have to leave soon, he had no doubt that there was a plane or helicopter waiting for him at this very moment. Besides, it would be good for Marinette to learn from Talia; and if she introduced the small girl to Damian so the kid would have a friend, it would be 10x better.
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When Jason returned to Nanda Parabat four months later he was definitely surprised at what he was witnessing. He had been searching for the small girl when he had heard fighting coming from one of the training rooms. While it made sense, he had still wanted to see what was happening and hadn’t been expecting what he was witnessing. He watched the battle unfold recognizing the two in an instant. Marinette was dressed in the traditional black League training robes with a light green bandana tied around her arm to signify that she was under the protection of Talia. He watched as Marinette, armed with two 12” daggers, fought against Talia confidently standing her ground far better than he would have thought possible. Talia obviously wasn’t going easy on her, but Marinette seemed to be dancing around her, her eyes narrowed with full concentration. Talia had definitely taken the training request very seriously, and so had Mari. She was starting to grow into a more lean and gymnast-like body, like Di-Nightwing’s. She held herself with much more confidence than she had before he had left and moved with grace that she definitely didn’t have before. He had seen the girl trip over literally nothing.
She had definitely grown a lot while he was gone, she was maybe two or three inches taller than the last time he had seen her. He didn’t see any signs of serious injury in the way she moved, so the League was safe for now…unfortunately.
He continued to watch the two fight and studied the different forms that Marinette used. She was using more offensive than defensive attacks, and it was obvious she was trying to redirect Talia’s strikes back to her. She was resourceful with how she used her daggers, none of her strikes were lethal(thank goodness), but sadly it wasn’t enough. Her stamina still wasn’t what it could be due to who knows how long of malnourishment, and it was obvious she was tiring out. And that was all Talia needed to finish the fight as she rounded one last kick that Marinette just couldn’t dodge in time causing her to fall flat on her back. Talia held her katana to her neck, and Jason sent a jolt of panic course through him. There may have been a decent amount of space from the blade and Mari’s throat as it was spar, but it still made his skin crawl to see that happen.
“You lasted longer this time. Good job, Marinette.”
Talia said calmly as she moved the sword back into the sheath at her side and held out a hand for Mari to take. With a bright smile Marinette accepted the gesture and quickly got back on her feet.
“Thank you Talia, I couldn’t have done it without your help.”
“I don’t know Pixie Pop, I think you could have done it at some point even without her.”
Jason called out casually from where he was leaning against the doorway. Marinette’s head snapped over to Jason in surprise, unlike Talia who had probably sensed his entry even during the fight.
“Big brother!”
Marinette practically screamed as she ran towards him. Jason was able to catch her right before she slammed into him, picking her up by the armpits and spinning her once before he set her down again. Her arms wrapped tightly around him; Jason was quick to reciprocate the gesture with a roll of his eyes.
“Jeesh kid, we’ve literally known each other for like three weeks. You get attached to people way too easily.”
He said in a joking yet serious voice. It was sweet if not slightly concerning.
“Not true, I’ve felt your emotions for the last five months. I know you better than you think.”
She mumbled into his chest. Jason sighed once more before just picking her up and holding her against his side. Even if she had grown a few inches, she was still small.
“So, nothing happened while I was gone?”
He asked Talia with a raised brow.
“No. She wore my colors, the others knew not to touch her without my express permission. She is a quick learner and a sharp student. I’m glad you found her, she could be an excellent asset.”
“I’m glad to hear that, but she’s not staying here. Thank you for training and protecting her Talia. We’ll be heading to Gotham soon.”
“Well then, I wish you luck with your goal Jason.”
Talia said calmly, resting her hands behind her back.
“And I’m thankful for all the training you’ve given me and her, Talia. I’m ready to take on the big Bat himself now.”
Talia gave a sharp nod and turned away. Jason finally set Marinette back down so she was standing in front of him and sighed,
“Come on Pix, I know you’re dying to tell me everything. You can chatter my ear off while we pack your things.”
And just like that Mari began telling him all that she had learned and all that she had experienced with the League. He was glad it wasn’t too terrible, and that she had really worked hard with her training and studies. Her eyes sparkled a bright happy blue and she practically danced around the room collecting the few things she had so that they could begin the flight to Gotham. Turns out that had met Damian, he even sparred with her. She didn’t win, little demon brat had said some rude things, but helped her with her form. His heart felt warm from all of the joy she was sending through the bond and it was infectious. He missed his little pixie.
When they arrived on the plane Marinette settled into the seat next to him and leaned against his side.
“Jay?”
She asked quietly.
“Yea Pix?”
There was a small pause but Jason just waited patiently for Marinette to continue.
“I’m ready to tell you what happened.”
Jason paused for a second. From what he had heard of her nightmares, and felt, something terrible must have happened for her to be on the streets.
“You sure? I don’t want you to rush into things.”
She nodded silently, with a firm and sure look on her face.
“I’m ready.”
She took in a deep breath and slowly blew it out, trying to calm her buzzing nerves. He tried to reach out through the bond, to understand what may be going through her mind, but he couldn’t feel anything. It was like there was a wall between the two of them, and that scared Jason more than he would ever admit.
“Mama and Papa ran into some financial trouble with their bakery. A liar, I’m pretty sure she was a meta, lied about it and said that it was infested with rodents and bugs. She said that she had seen a rat running through the kitchen, even though there was no way she could have been back there, and that she had found a fly baked into her peach tart! Of course everyone believed her, even though she had no definitive proof everyone. Still. Believed. Her! One of my old friends ran a popular blog with their mom, and she posted Lila’s lies on it a lot. Soon after, other news sponsors reported on this supposed incident as well. And soon after, few people ever came in again. Mama and Papa were so worried, I once walked in on them crying together and I didn’t know what to do, so I left.”
Her voice had taken on an almost airy lilt. Her eyes were glazed over as she talked, her breath hitching ever so often. But no tears fell, and no sobs came. Jason didn’t interrupt.
“Papa got a loan from the Akuma Gang because the banks refused to give one to my parents. In the end they were unable to pay back the money, and they burned down my home with everybody in it. I was at a small party with who I thought was my last friend, but it was a set up. When it happened, I-I was on my way home and they tried to-to…”
The dam broke and tears flowed down Marinette’s cheeks, sobs shaking her body. Jason pulled her closer to his side, whispering words of comfort into her ear, telling her that she didn’t have to finish if she wasn’t ready, while gently rubbing her back. Once she got her sobs under control she continued.
“They tried to kidnap and take advantage of me.”
The green began to overwhelm his vision as it screamed for blood and vengeance for the girl he considered his little sister. He hadn’t felt this Pit crazed, this angry in so long, it was almost frightening. But he was too angry to be frightened.
“I was able to escape them, but I had nowhere to go. I didn’t trust CPS because the Akuma’s could pay them off to have me basically delivered to them. I had no friends since the liar took them all away. I couldn’t go to school because the son of one of the members goes there and he definitely would have taken me. He does whatever his father wants, no matter what. I had to live on the streets and try to stay out of sight while still trying to survive.”
Another round of sobs left her mouth as she burrowed farther into Jason’s chest. She was shaking like a leaf and all Jason could do was listen to and hold her. He wanted to fly right back to Paris and burn it to the ground. Tear every person that even thought about hurting her limb from limb. Paint the streets in the blood of the revolting, abominable filth that dared to ever hurt this child. Our child the Pit hisses possessively as it continued to wrap around his brain and take control of his thoughts. He let out a small breath doing his best to clear it so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt Marinette.
“It’s going to be okay, Pixie. I promise, I won’t let that happen to you ever again. I’ll keep you safe, I won’t leave you alone to suffer ever again. I promise.”
Jason carefully pulled her atop his lap, slowly rocking her side to side gently as her cries petered out to sobs, to hiccups, and then silence as she fell asleep against his chest. He gently placed a kiss to the top of her forehead and sighed. Kid didn’t deserve any of that. He renewed his vow, the vow he had made only a few months ago. He would protect her, and he would make sure that she would never go through anything like this ever again. He’ll never let her feel powerless, afraid, or alone again. That’s what a big brother is for after all, right?
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Thinking about how well the '' grumpy, beat up middle aged man adopts feral child" trope fits battinson and the batkids but like. In reverse. Especially Damian
#basically i've been thinking about how damian's a child of two different worlds. similar enough to merge but too different to stay#connected. and i'm thinking about him - a child of brutality and love meeting bruce who's both. and it strikes him like thunder#when he realizes he can be both. but he also realizes he must protect bruce at all costs#it also hits me that they're all hyper developed children and bruce is too but -- he hasn't totally fit in shape of a Person yet#bruce wayne#dc#batman#batfamily#batfam#jason todd#dick grayson#damian wayne#text#text post
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Danny’s Wayne adoption bait. The guy that owns the bodega knows it. Everyone and their mothers knows it. Danny, on the other hand, had no clue. To be fair, he had just crash landed in this dimension a week ago and his back was still sore from the weird design the car had.
(It’s only three weeks of homelessness later does Danny realize that he crash landed on the Batmobile. Whoops. Oh well. He’ll blame it on Clockwork if the vigilante asks after repair costs.)
(Bruce, on the other hand, is scouring the streets for this kid the car cams caught- oddly static filled footage- because his mind jumped to the worst case scenarios: a suicidal meta or a meta being threatened or a meta in a trafficking scheme or even worse all three at once and Bruce just can’t because there is a child in danger, he doesn’t have time to sleep.)
Danny rubbed at his back, eyes going watery at the memory. Sure, his wounds have healed over by now but the- heh- phantom pain is no joke. He shuddered, huddling closer to his threadbare hoodie. His only saving grace from getting jumped while walking the streets of Gotham at night is his invisibility and intangibility. Also, he’s floating, so “walking” doesn’t apply to him.
He’s gotta check on the kid he saved yesterday from a mugging, so Danny hurried along to the depilated apartment complex the kid was squatting in. Turning visible and tangible as he turns the corner, Danny glanced around for Amy.
“Danny!”
“Hey, kiddo. Doing alright?”
“Yeah! Come meet my gang!”
Danny felt his eyebrows rise to form Jazz’s exasperated look. Ouch. Waving the pain of losing Jazz away, Danny smiled at the excited girl.
“A gang? I wasn’t aware I was being brought to your almighty group.”
“Yeah! Uh, you actually helped a bunch of us so…”
Danny thought back to all those times he punted crooks away from robbing kids and shrugged. Yeah, what Amy said was likely.
“Kay, kiddo.”
She scowled, and Danny didn’t have the heart to tell her it looked more like a pout.
“You’re just a teenager.”
“Well, you’re a just a kid.”
Danny cackled as she chased him down the street, trying to kick his shins.
Life is good, even if he’s homeless and hungry.
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“Jason.”
“Old man.” Jason mocks back, pausing his tasks. He waits as Bruce struggles to put his thoughts and feelings into words.
“There’s… a meta.”
“In Gotham?” Jason tilts back, hands halfway to his guns as a silent offer. Bruce shakes his head.
“A child. In Crime Alley.”
“In my turf?” Jason’s disquieting demeanor quickly swapped to a protective one.
“Trafficking, I think. Male, black hair…”
“Shit. Get Dickwing back here, he’s good with traumatized kids. I’ll go look for him.” Jason’s already moving, mind filtering through the kids he knows might have information to offer.
Bruce nods, shoulders relaxing. Jason smacks down the lump in his throat at the subtle sing of trust. “I’ll get Oracle and Red Robin on it.”
Jason morphs from Jay to Red Hood in one smooth step, helmet firmly placed on his head. He grunts in agreement, slinging his legs over his motorcycle. He roars off, mind half filled with tearing apart whatever traffickers dared to shit near his territory and the other half filled with worry for this possible kid.
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Danny, as the Bats become aware of his existence, hands Amy and her kiddie gang a bag of fancy beef jerky.
“Try these with peanut butter, it’s kind of good.”
Amy stares at him, the judgement of an eight year old more piercing than anything he’s ever experienced.
“You’re fucking weird-”
“Language!” He squawks.
“-but sure, whatever you say, boss.”
“Boss?!”
The kids ignores his alarmed face.
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Do you ever feel like Danny would be frightened of Jason. Cause yk, the lazarus pit is a literal vat of corrupted ectoplasm?
I think Danny and other ghosts would instinctively desperately try to avoid him at all costs. Mainly because corrupted ghosts mean big trouble.
While Jason would just instinctively recognize Danny as a fetus ghost that needs to be protected? Like child why are you running away from me??? Come back???
And Danny is like:
Danny: making my way downtown, walking fast
Sees Jason, Danny: walking faster
It would be like
Jason: why are you running? Why are you running?
Danny: AAAÆÆÃAAAÁÂÄ
(Help idk what I'm doing)
#danny phantom memes#danny phantom#danny fenton#danny phantom shitpost#dp incorrect quotes#dp x dc#jason todd#batfam#lmao#shitpost
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totcf x dcu plot bunny
[𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗢𝗧𝗖𝗙 𝗜 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞???]
(𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗕𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗥????)
Cale deals with Burrow by stabbing himself with a piece of the world tree and everything goes to shit. The issue is dealt with but now Cale is in stasis, unmoving. And which seems to be another coma. But, this time he’s not waking up and it’s taking way longer than last time. (The previous being six months, I think(?)). He has so many people waiting for him. (And they can’t handle losing him again).
Nobody is taking this well, especially his kids. That’s where the god of death takes a gamble and decides to bring him somewhere he has a chance to interfere.
And where Cale gets transported to is not where the god of death was expecting. He fucked up big time. And he feels the weight of it.
Of course it doesn’t take long for Cale’s fam to realize he and Raon are missing. Raon? Yeah, he refused to leave Cale even to eat. His older siblings took this hard too. But they wanted to stay hopeful for Cale.
(I would imagine all three of them would sleep next to Cale at night and two eldest would only leave for food or something or the sort).
Obliviously they question (threaten) god and he cracks, telling them he bought Cale (and Raon by accident) to a place he can help him. However, he keeps out the fact that he lost both of them. He’d rather not be killed today.
So you’re probably wondering where Cale and Raon have landed exactly and that’s good old Gotham. :)!!
(A place within the God of Death’s range but he struggles to identify which timeline and where exactly they landed.)
So Raon and the still unconscious Cale are stuck in Gotham. Roan is undeniably angry, sad, and confused. But he does his best to keep his human safe no matter the cost.
However, people keep trying to either take Cale for whatever purposes be it good or bad. It doesn’t matter. It probably doesn’t help that they landed in the worst place imaginable. Crime Alley….
So it’s not a surprise when there’s a rumor of a pretty red-head being protected by some type of meta(It’s Raon we all know it’s Raon.)
Raon has to continuously move, feed, and protect Cale all the same.
But damn, a meta in Gotham??? It reaches people’s ears even outside of Crime Alley's territory. Said meta is strong and it’s clear with the abundant amount of property damage.
We all know this “meta” reaches Red Hood's ears first. I mean come on this is his territory. So when he eventually finds the dubbed “Sleeping beauty” it’s in an abandoned warehouse hidden away in a corner on a mattress next to them some necessities and a bunch of toys. (There are a butt load of plushies :( ). He doesn’t miss the sound of a child sobbing and childish yet grand decor.
This “meta” was a child…. Fuck.
He’s flung with some magic and piercing screech, earth rumbling at its wake. And damn was he not prepared for this shit.
So here he is staggering to keep up with whoever this kid was, as infuriating as it is. He tries his best to calm the kid down. Which doesn’t really work. The kid’s full on growling, but he’s determined to help the kid. Because an abandoned warehouse is never a safe place to hang out in these parts.
Despite Red Hood’s offer to bring them to a safe house. Raon refuses, he can’t trust him just yet. And they both understand that this is a game of trust. So Jason takes his chance and occasionally delivers necessities to them both. While Raon doesn’t let him get close to Cale he does slowly but surely warms up to him. One day he does eventually tell him more about Cale. He affectionately calls him his dad but the tone is somber. He whispers his worries about finding him dead one day. And that’s probably the moment Jason emotionally adopts him.
Now Raon is obviously curious in nature, and much as he wants to explore he can’t past finding things to sustain them both and or keep Cale comfortable. And it’s on one of these outings that he loses Cale in the unfamiliarity. He immediately starts looking and runs into Red Hood at some point in his search. And he trusts him enough to help him look. The two eventually find out Cale’s been kidnapped by either some goons, cultist, some villain? (Whatever adds more tension idk.) Raon is livid because how fucking dare they??? And both Raon and Hood haul ass. The bad guys are dealt with and this leaves the two in silence.
This is the part of the story where Raon shows himself in a moment of trust and weakness. Cale almost got hurt and all Raon could do now is clutch on to Cale’s night gown, nuzzling into him while sobbing. Now Jason realizes this kid was a fucking baby dragon all along. What. the. Fuck????
So he comforts him the best he can. Jason decides to take care of them both, taking them to either his apartment or safe house. And Raon begrudgingly stays. They both do end up bonding together and Raon gets really comfortable. Idk if Jason would talk about himself much but they do learn about each other at some point. Raon would definitely drop some info about himself at some point and go on about how he’s stuck here because of the god of death. And Jason is both so done and not surprised at this point.
Cale’s health does end up looking worse for ware at some point. And the problems start up again. I didn’t mention it before but Cale’s mind is stuck in a perpetual loop of old memories, good and bad. SOooo, now this is the part of the story where both Raon and Jason try and wake up Cale using various methods.
At some point Jason decides to ask Bruce for help. And oh boy. Would this be an awkward family dinner…
basically jason's acquires his now child (raon) and sleeping prince (cale) :D i don't see much of a romance subplot but I do see some gay panics, and mistaken boyfriend scenarios(?) feel free to add on to this mess.
#totcf x dcu plot bunny#totcf x dc#child mc#found family#child acquisition#angst with a happy ending#would this be considered angst?#cale and the bat fam are minor character's in this#plot bunny#trash of the count's family#raon miru#cale henituse#red hood#jason todd#dc comics#batfam#batman#batfamily
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I think Percy is being written so far away from the character since the Demigods and Magicians. And yes that is a hot take but hear me out.
Why is Percy is getting written such as he is careless about his friends? Some guy whose character arc is literal loyalty, does everything that he does in the og books because of it, you are telling me that's how he would act like a normal friend? Like we are talking about the same boy who literally chose the properchy for himself to not let Nico go through such a thing and heaviness. Even though Nico hated his guts. Even after the The Last Olympian, Percy was content with Nico. After that coming out, why is Rick trying to get us feel as Nico and Percy has a strained Relation ship, like Percy is a careless villain. And You are telling me that PERCY GODDESS OF WISDOM TOLD ME THAT LOYALTY WILL BE WHAT FUCKS ME JACKSON would be just oh ok, sure go to Tartarus and be okay, I have a collage to get into in New Rome like..
That is Nico, going after Bob who Percy should have a massive feeling of remorse of after what happened. I get that Percy deserved to live happily with Annabeth and that but That is not who the character was. The character would have tried to go with Nico and Will without thinking. Sure going to Tartarus would be not logical at all, but he would have done that. We would have seen his dilema , internal struggle and being torn apart at Seeing Nico to go there. The boy who he promised himself to protect at all cost after all. Percy should not have been someone that Nico judged for being a bad friend, like Rick maybe just write the character when you get it right again.
Demigods and Magicians Percy was the Percy that I wanted to see after Heroes of Olympus and it was justice to his character after. I loved Percy's attitude in the first book, turning into that scary power filled warrior that protects his camp, friends with an incredible fierceness not making exceptions and , very cautious about New people, with a right amount of the beautiful sarcastic, silly beautiful child we knew. The one that loves Annabeth all over with an higher level that is not very Comprehensive to other. Why is Percy this relaxed especially after what happened to our Jason like seriously, that is supposed to be Percy?
Let Percy be Happy as he deserves, but not by leaving the character behind. That is what made us love Percy so much at the first stage. Percy is, should be an anti hero, not a regular one character that just fucks to some place leaving the camp behind. Thank you for the talk today.
#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo#annabeth chase#nico di angelo#will solace#carter kane#tower of nero#percabeth#solace#dark nico#percy annabeth#percy will#percy jackson and Heroes#thalia#percy jackson and the sea of monsters#zuko#thalia grace#the sun and the star#solangelo#thaliaa
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Could I please request being Auqamans "daughter" headcanons? But not biological daughter, kinda like how Bruce adopted Jason, Dick ect Aquaman "adopted" reader and she is apart of the Young justice? (Her whole thing is she's a good fighter and a gymnast/very flexible)
My fluent language is Italian, I'm still learning English so this may not make sense, very very sorry :)
Your English is great! :)
Aquaman x Platonic!Adopted!Daughter Headcanons
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• The responsibility of having to look out for someone as his own child would be quite overwhelming for him at first, but once he gets a grip of the situation he’s actually a very good parent. He’s very attentive to needs both physically and emotionally, and is a wonderful supporter of you.
• When he has a relationship with someone he views as his daughter, it helps him realise how much his own parents had gone through. It also helps him realise how much someone can care for someone else and the sacrifices he’d happily make for you.
• Depending on the situation, your flexibility may come in handy. While land combat would be a perfect situation for this, but if you were fighting in water along side him this probably wouldn’t help that much unless you’re also fast.
• He wouldn’t want you fighting crime as he wants to protect you at all costs, but he does understand that you need to make decisions for yourself - and if your entire group of friends and family do it, then he’s guaranteed you’ll be protected at all times while in danger.
• Watching you grow up would be a hard thing for him to accept, especially when you start becoming more independent as you get older. You rely on him less and he starts to miss all the times you had together, but as long as he still has a good relationship with you then he’s always going to see you as the younger version of you he once knew.
#aquaman#aquaman x reader#aquaman x you#aquaman x y/n#aquaman headcanons#arthur curry#arthur curry x reader#arthur curry x you#arthur curry x y/n#arthur curry headcanons#dc x you#dc x reader#dc comics headcanons#dc comics#dc
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Wishes & Dreams
First posted: April 23, 2019
Focuses on: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth
Favorite bookmark: "👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 that good shit"
Tier: Middle of the pack at best
This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.
Another ficiversary request, and this was one I allllllmost declined, just because "Breathing" was so perfect for me just as it was. But because I used TQT as a framework for the last fic, I knew I had to continue that with this one, so it was fun to figure out whose POV and how. Alfred as a kind of Petrus just made sense.
The nightmares were bad that night. He knew they would be. When the screaming began, it was not a question of if or even when, but rather a question of who and in what order.
It's one of those things that are so obvious once they're said out loud, but until they are... Like, of course Jason is going to have some PTSD consequences, but so are the others! Even Tim and Damian, who weren't affected by Jason's first death, saw him get stabbed and almost die and also their dad faint. Lots to process.
No one had slept on the flight back either, not truly. Master Jason had dozed off and on, twitching and muttering in his sleep only to quiet again when Master Bruce murmured in his ear. Masters Tim and Damian also had subsided into hooded, disassociated states close to rest but not quite there. Alfred himself had split his time between the entirety of the family, assessing young Damian’s bruises, monitoring Jason, and taking turns at the helm with Master Dick. As for his part, Bruce never left Jason’s side.
The whole title thing is such a bother. I go back and forth on how Alfred refers to them all within the privacy of his own head. Here I just split the difference and established the initial naming with the title and then dropped it from there.
Ordinarily, Jason would protest being called a boy. Much like Damian he was in that way. And, truth be told, there was little boyishness left in his appearance. Death had filled him out in ways Alfred could scarcely believe, broadening his shoulders and deepening his voice. Death and that wretched al Ghul clan.
It was a man, not a boy, who had protected his brothers at great cost to himself, a man who had hid the truth to spare them further damage. But it was still a boy who had fussed under Alfred’s care, the same boy who used to squirm away from plaster over skinned knees and ice packs to swollen eyes blooming black. And it was, in many ways, still just a boy who had fought to reach his father’s side, when he had thought there was danger afoot.
I will never be over Jason dying as a child and coming back so radically changed physically. Like, think about the cases where kids are abducted and are found years later as adults themselves, how wild that seemingly instantaneous shift is for their families.
Alfred couldn’t wholly stifle the grunt as he heaved himself to his feet. His hip had gone stiff in the waiting, the movement sending a twinge down his leg to match the ache in his lower back and the gritty burning behind his eyelids.
I love seeding human fallibility into Alfred.
“Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was soft now, low and conciliatory in the proper way for frightened children and dangerous men.
🥺
The sweat-plastered head snapped in the direction of his voice. Blue eyes stared but did not see. A splotch of red was beginning to spread across his abdomen, staining the cotton t-shirt. That would be stitches popped, then.
Let me tell you, writing a KOA scene from Petrus-as-Alfred's view is such a trip. (Not in the least because Alfred is far more Galen.)
“Is there danger?”
“Does he need water?”
“Aw, Jay—Al, I’ll get him a new nightshirt, don’t worry.”
“I can fetch some clean bandages.”
“Was it a nightmare?”
I think they would be offended, being compared to the attendants, but they are. yap yap yap
Into the silence, Bruce spoke. “Your brother has made his wishes clear. To bed with you, or to the kitchen for warm milk if you can’t sleep, but it is time for you all to leave.”
I don't know that Bruce would like his TQT foil any better, though. 😂
He was watching Jason on the off-chance that the boy decided to throw the second knife now clutched in his hand. They would likely be safe—though thrown in panic, the first projectile had not been aimed to injure—but Alfred thought it wise to monitor against, regardless.
Jason would never, even in anger or panic or fear. As long as he recognizes them, he wouldn't.
“That was the worst,” Jason groaned as he sagged into his father.
Bruce hummed. “You always were an overenthusiastic puker.”
This pops up again in later fics and is stolen directly from my brother, the kid who would puke so aggressively that he would bust blood vessels in his face.
Jason huffed a shaky laugh, then turned to press his forehead against the side of Bruce's neck. That was something he used to do as a child, Alfred remembered with a start, wondering how he could have forgotten. When compared to Dick, Jason had always been the more standoffish of the two, but he had been known to cling when truly distressed.
It isn't only Bruce and Jason who forget the little things. Loss and distance steals from us all.
“Bruce,” Jason whispered, “promise me you’ll make sure I’m dead next time. Promise me you won’t bury me alive. Or cremate me. And promise me you won’t bring me back.”
I love it any time this is addressed in a fic, even in passing. Sometimes other people have Jason want the exact opposite, and that's okay too. I just like it when it's something he's clearly thought about and stressed over, because of course he has!! (And if you know TQT and know what this conversation actually was in that story.......)
Bruce had his face turned so his lips were pressed into his son’s sweaty, matted curls. A single tear had streaked his face, shimmering in the light before disappearing into the tired lines that creased his skin.
Old. They had all become old when Alfred had looked away.
😭
“I’ll make sure you have some sort of alarm, how about that?” Bruce offered. Despite the hitch in his voice, he sounded warm and soothing, much like his own father, God rest his soul.
They've lost so much.
Alfred sniffed disdainfully as he reemerged, his heart tucked neatly back into his pocket.
That's him. That's Alfred Pennyworth.
“Alfred’s not old,” Jason protested with a yawn. “He’s immortal. That’s a different thing.”
That's him. That's Alfred Pennyworth. But also wow what a thing to say immediately after their last conversation.
Despite the night’s fright, both of the bed’s occupants were blinking dozily by the time Alfred closed the kit again.
That's an adverb we as a society should use more often.
“The privileges of an old man. You are all still little boys to me.” Alfred bent and pressed his lips to Jason’s forehead, then to Bruce’s. “Goodnight, sirs. Only the sweetest of dreams to you both.”
Alfred as Petrus. Alfred as Phresine. Six of one, half dozen of the other.
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On why Batman took in the Robins
There is not much that I hate more than the “Bruce Wayne needs light to balance the darkness of Batman” justification on why each of the robins took up the job. It makes the already a little bit militaristic relationship between Bruce and his actual children just that much worse.
I’ve always thought that the reason why all of the Robins were made into Robins was because they literally could not be stopped.
Like imagine, Batman goes out one night to see a tiny child beating the fuck out of gangsters demanding the location of Tony Zucco. This pint sized kid apparently broke out of his orphanage and has spend the last several nights with no martial art training terrorising the Gotham nightlife and there is so much rage contained in him that any attempt to stop him is just going to make him more furious and that much more unstoppable. So Bruce takes him in and tries to curb the anger and it kind of works but now the kid fucking refuses to stop fighting crime and Bruce is just horribly equipped to handle this conversation so he just allows it and vows to protect Dick at all costs.
Later, Dick has left and Batman is equalising and figuring out his now solitude, Batman finds an actual child prying off the hubcaps of the fucking bat mobile in crime alley on the day of his parents murder and holy shit this kid has some fucking guts to try this. And then the kid lies to Batman’s face, hits him with a tire iron, yells an insult at him and runs away and holy shit this kid has no fear. Jason later proves to be as cunning as he is brave and when Jason insists on becoming Robin, Bruce knows that if he said no, Jason would find a way to make it happen regardless.
Tim is a special case, tracking down Starfire and Dick and then talking to Bruce, this kid is smart as hell and stubborn to the bone. Bruce says no because how could he say yes and Tim doesn’t fucking listen, following him around and stealing Jason’s suit to fight with Bruce and this kid who went by himself from New Jersey to San Francisco and tracked down three superhero’s won’t fucking stop. So Bruce trains him with every intention of making this training as unnecessarily gruelling and miserable as possible in the hopes of scaring this kid off but he doesn’t and now Batman has a Robin again.
And if Damian wasn’t Robin he literally would have just gone out and beheaded the Gotham night life or gone back to Talia so fuck it, Welcome to the club.
Like I understand that Bruce got emotional stability from having family around him but that as the only explanation sounds so predatory to me.
#batkids#batman#red robin#tim drake#dick grayson#jason todd#damian wayne#Bruce is a good dad#these kids literally can’t be stopped#gotham
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more customer service voice Damian hcs, bc it's been a bit.
After learning the "regular citizen" voice, Damian decides he has to master more accents and dialects, in case he's on a mission away from Gotham and needs to blend in. (This is the son of Batman we're talking about, of course he plans for these things). Over the summer Damian travels to large cities around the world, and familiarizes himself with their way of speaking.
Cass found out very early on and decided she's going with Damian, bc I think Cass would enjoy sightseeing. But after they were caught leaving for Moscow(and after Damian explained that he was doing this for research at least 7 times) it was decided someone should supervise them. Dick patrols Bludhaven, so that was a no. Jason and Tim were automatically out. Steph went to supervise them, but was exempt after they were arrested in Seoul. So Duke ended up being supervision, unless Dick was available to go with them.
This doesn't mean they didn't get into chaos bc of Duke. No, it's bc with Duke, they can be invisible and not be caught doing the chaos. Duke does enjoys the trips with them tho, mostly for the sightseeing and food.
One time, Cass convinced Bruce to join them(how, no one really knows. Cass is just magic like that). And they had a good time in Rio de Janeiro, tho Bruce was almost recognized a few times, and he would sometimes try to sneak off and work. Unfortunately, Cass's attempts to invite Babs weren't as fruitful, mostly bc she didn't understand why Damian wanted to actually go to those places instead of learning it through the chatter radios of those areas instead. Damian's only response was that it wasn't the same and being there changes everything about it.(he was actually doing both methods).
Damian, Cass, and Duke do run into Talia at one point. She was intrigued as to what her son was doing in Melbourne with Cassandra, and the newest child Bruce had taken in, but is by no means unhappy to see him. Duke on the other hand, is scared to meet Damian's mom, given her reputation. Damian and cass being so nonchalant about meeting up with her probs didn't help.
There was a small "hi, what are you doing here? Huh, what a coincidence." Type of conversation. And then Duke sticks out his hand and says a (very awkward) "it's nice to meet you, Ms. Al Ghul." Which Talia shakes and says (also very awkwardly) "Uh, Talia is fine. And nice to meet you as well, Duke." Then leaves. Damian was surprised, he's never seen his mother so blatantly awkward before. He's seen her at a loss for words, but she remained elegant as she pondered what to say next. But in that moment, she was shy and dare he say nervous. "Thomas, what did you do to my mother?" "What? I dunno man. I was more worried about her glaring a hole in my skull."
The only trip that Damian went on with someone besides Cass was his trip to England, bc he wanted to go with Alfred. While he knows Cass would do fine, Damian wants to learn as much as he can, and learning from someone who grew up there and is close to him is his best bet. This of course took a lot of work, bc as everyone knows, Alfred Pennyworth is the backbone of the Batfamily, so convincing both him and the rest of the family would take some time and effort. But after a promise from Bruce to not be up to his ears in work while they were gone, Babs noting she will enforce that promise, plus Jason and Duke vowing to protect Alfred's kitchen at all costs, Alfred went with Damian for a week to visit the UK(by far the longest trip Damian went on).
And while the trip wasn't perfect(Damian almost beat a man bloody for insulting Alfred, and lots of bad weather), it was by no means a bad time. Damian picked up the accent and slang almost automatically, Alfred met some of his old friends. By consequence, Damian learned a lot about what his grandfather did before meeting the Wayne family, which he will not retell in a promise to Alfred(but he will say he knows just to mess with the rest of the family)
Did Wayne manor crumble in Alfred's absence? Surprisingly no. For the first couple days, Bruce made good on his promise to take care of himself, but by day 4, Babs had to entirely disconnect the computer when it was time for Bruce to sleep. And if Cass didn't guilt-trip the hell out of him and Steph didn't bully him, he probably wouldn't have fully left the bat-cave. Duke and Jason were able to protect the kitchen for the most part. Jason often made the dinner, and Duke catered to the random cravings of the rest of the family. They did have to call Kate for backup twice, but the smoke alarms never went off.
Overall having to fill Alfred's shoes was a good bonding experience for the family, though not one they would ever try to replicate willingly.
So I think that's all for Damian Wayne's summer world tour.
#the chronicles of damian's customer service voice#note: if it was just Damian there would be less of a problem but since it's both dami *and* cassie patrol it requires more thought#especially when their motivations weren't totally clear#Steph is very disappointed she didn't get to go on any trips but knows she can live vicariously through duke & cass's stories#damian's too if she's lucky#do we ever see Cassie and Talia interact in the comics?#idk but I think they'd at least know each other enough to be able to not think to much of it if they bumped into each other#Duke and Talia tho. they would have no clue what to do or think as they only know each other from Damian and Bruce#bruce gets very sunburned in Rio de Janeiro even bough he put on the most sunscreen and he's very bitter about it#Steph should bully people into self care more often#does Damian ever get to use these voices the way he planned? probably a little#damian wayne#cassandra cain#duke thomas#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#talia al ghul#stephanie brown#batfamily#batfam
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Popping in today to say that Jason's stance on morality is not actually utilitarian.
What is utilitarianism exactly? Utilitarianism describes the moral philosophy that is based on the idea that moral good is what maximizes the sum of pleasure felt by humans and minimizes pain. Taken to extremes, this mentality can be used to justify murder, torture, neglect and inhumane treatment. However one important thing that is often overlooked when discussing utalitarianism is that the mindset doesn't discriminate against who suffers and who is rewarded. The utilitarian would not care if the one bearing the cost for society's safety is a child or a serial killer. As long as the equation of total happiness is positive, the utilitarian is on board.
This is decidedly NOT Jason. He includes another factor into the calculation: justice. Not only does the murder of a serial killer (the Joker) serve to protect countless future victims, it's also about the fact that the Joker is responsible for these deaths. To illustrate exactly what this means let's take a look at two scenarios:
1. Jason can kill the Joker to prevent him from murdering five people. We know that Jason will flip the lever on that trolley problem without a sweat. Sounds utilitarian, no? Killing one to save five?
2. Different scenario. An uninvolved civilian gets strapped to a bomb. Jason can either save them, but if the bomb doesn't explode five other people die, or he can let the person be blown up. In this scenario a utilitarian would still let the one person blow up to save the five. Maximizing welfare. Jason wouldn't do that though. He cares primarily abiut justice and he would act the same way as any other dc vigilante, he would do his very best to save all six people in the scenario.
So calling Jason utilitarian is helpful shorthand in comparing him to Bruce, but it's also not really true, because Jason has an intrinsic set of morals and beliefs about right and wrong he follows in deciding his actions.
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From the Payne Family Simstagram
No matter what secular lies the world might tell you, well-socialized children do NOT need to meet people outside your family! Keep them away from non-believers at all costs! A church community is well and good, but it's enough that they see other children for Sunday services. The rest of the week, your children are enough for each other, and they don't need classes and sports and friends! The bond between siblings is so precious that no so-called "friendship" with people outside your family could ever come close to it, and your children need to be best friends as well as siblings. It is so lovely to see them spend all of their waking hours together, talking and laughing, learning and playing, and walking on their paths towards the Watcher together.
It is so important that they have siblings to keep each other accountable and on the straight and narrow! We encourage our children to be watchful and mind their siblings' souls, because they're their brothers' and sisters' keepers and need to make sure that their siblings don't jeopardize their eternal salvation. If one of them sins, they need to correct their siblings immediately, and if that is not enough to change the behavior, they need to tell mom and dad. To that end, our children are never without chaperones, because sin festers in quiet alone time, and accountability is so important! Children get ideas when they're left alone, especially among non-believers!
The only exceptions are our two oldest boys, Aaron and Jason. Aaron is already twenty-one and working hard on his future career so he can have a family of his own one day, and after a childhood sheltered under his father's umbrella of authority, he's now ready to face the dangers of the secular world alone. Of course, we're worried about his choice of profession as a singer, but his faith is so strong that we can trust him even in high-sin environments like nightclubs, full of alcohol, drugs, dancing, and naked, tempting flesh. And Jason has been particularly strong in his faith from the time he was a child, so we allow him to go to a Watcher-centered private school so he can develop the gift of intelligence the Watcher has given him. So far, we have seen no adverse effects on his faith, but if we did, we would pull him out of school immediately! His eternal soul is of course more important than worldly things like an education!
Their sister Joanna is also strong in her faith and a wonderful example to her younger siblings, but of course we can't let her have the same freedoms as her brothers. The world is so much more dangerous for girls, and their purity of body and soul needs special protections. And Joanna is so busy training up to be a helpmeet that she doesn't have time to go out alone, anyway!
That evening, in a nearby nightclub...
#paynefamily#jacob and alyssa#aaron payne#joanna payne#nolan payne#a new newcrest#gen 2#summer 3#simblr#fundie sims#fundie simblr#fundie snark#sims 4 legacy#quiverfull sims
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Fire #4 (Jason Todd & Child!OC)
Summary:
Jason is officially Nile's father (YAY!!!) but some shadows of the past might just destroy their new bond.
Rating: Teen & Up Audiences (there might be some swears and graphic descriptions of violence)
Word Count: 2896
A/N:
not me writing another chapter at 2am when i should be studying for my exams
Chapter 4: Shadows of The Past
“Wow, Jason, I didn’t know you could cook this well!” Conner gasped as he tasted the pasta the older man placed in front of him.
Jason huffed. “You don’t know anything about me, Clone.”
Nile piped up from the seat beside Tim’s, “Y’know, Jay made pancakes yesterday! They was awesome!”
“They were, sweetheart,” Jason corrected her as he ruffled her hair fondly. “I’ll make them again later if you want me to?”
Nile giggled. She started trying to use her new baby fork as she observed Conner and Tim skillfully using their forks. It was evident that nobody had taken the time to teach her this simple skill. However, rather than underestimating her abilities or simply doing it for her, Jason saw an opportunity to empower her.
Gently, he reached out and guided her small hand, allowing her to feel the weight and balance of the fork in her grip. He watched with pride as she eagerly imitated Conner and Tim's movements, her determination shining through her wide, curious eyes.
"Like this, Nile," Jason encouraged in a soft voice, demonstrating how to scoop up a piece of pasta. He could feel her little fingers trembling slightly, but there was a spark of excitement in her eyes, a sense of accomplishment in trying something new.
With unwavering patience, Jason let her practise on her own, providing a safety net without being intrusive. He knew the importance of fostering independence and self-reliance in a child, especially one who had experienced trauma like Nile.
"Good job, kiddo," Conner praised with a warm smile, adding to the encouraging atmosphere. "You're doing great!"
Tim quietly observed the scene unfolding in front of him. He’d never thought of Jason to be loving. Every single time someone mentioned Jason, he saw flashes of Red Hood kneeling over him, holding a batarang to his throat, telling him— No, He told himself. Stop thinking about it. That’s not who he is anymore.
He knew Jason was trying his best. It wasn’t his fault. I did replace him, he had a right to be mad at me.
“Timmy?” A small voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He saw Nile looking at him questioningly. “Don’t you like pasta?”
“Huh?” He suddenly realised he’d completely zoned out again. He hadn’t even touched the pasta Jason had offered him. “Oh– I– I do, of course I do!” He quickly reassured her.
She accepted his response and went back to talking about her favourite toys, but concern shadowed Conner’s features as he looked in my direction. Even Jason looked slightly worried. Wow, how bad did I look?
After gently putting Nile to sleep, Jason took a moment to ensure she was nestled comfortably in her new bed. He brushed a soft lock of hair away from her peaceful face, the sight of her innocence tugging at his heartstrings. With a tender smile, he whispered a silent promise to protect her at all costs before quietly exiting the room.
As he entered the living area, the sight of Tim and Conner brought a mix of emotions to Jason's heart. They sat together on the couch, leaning into each other, sharing a camaraderie that he yearned to experience himself. For a brief moment, they resembled carefree teenagers, unburdened by the weight of their superhero responsibilities.
A pang of jealousy gnawed at Jason as he observed their easy rapport. I never got to be a teenager or fall in love or anything. The life he had lived was robbed of the ordinary joys and milestones that most teenagers experienced. The chance to fall in love, build lasting friendships, and revel in carefree moments was snatched away by tragedy and a merciless fate.
He leaned against the wall, watching them with a mix of longing and admiration. Despite the envy, he also felt a sense of happiness for his "brother." They’d suffered through so much already—some of it was even his fault. They deserved this reprieve from the harsh realities of their world, even if it was just a fleeting moment.
“Tim,” He finally started.
The younger boy whipped around to face him. “Jason.”
“So, you gonna hack into the system and legally make me her guardian?”
“Of course, one sec,” Tim whipped out his computer and got started. After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke again. “Why— why didn’t you ask anyone for help before?
Jason raised an eyebrow. “I found her, like, two days ago.”
“That’s more than enough time. Why didn’t you want me to tell Bruce?” Tim persisted.
“That’s my choice,” He argued, his tone guarded. “I don’t work for Batman.”
“But you work with him. We’re a team, Jason. That means we need to trust each other.”
“We just help each other sometimes. We’re not a team.” His voice held a protective edge, as if guarding against vulnerability.
Conner could sense a silent message telling Tim not to poke further. “Babe, stop,” He whispered, trying to tell his boyfriend to back off but his words went unheard.
“Why, not, Jason?” Tim asked, getting slightly annoyed. “We’ve trained together, we’ve fought together, we’ve saved each others’ asses, so why, why the hell do you think we’re not a team?”
“BECAUSE NONE OF YOU CARE ABOUT ME!” Jason screamed, finally snapping. “You’ve never saved me before. You’ve always seen me as a threat, even when I’m helping you. Remember just now? The first thing you thought when you saw me with Nile is that I must’ve kidnapped her. None of you have ever cared!”
Silence fell upon the room as he suddenly stopped, as if realising that he’d lost control. Tim could swear he saw tears forming in his eyes. “What– Jason, how long have you been feeling like—”
“Are you done with that?” Jason interrupted, pointing to the computer. Tim nodded. “Then get out.”
“But—”
“Babe,” Conner gently pulled Tim to the door against his protests. “Thanks for letting us meet her, Jason.”
They closed the door behind them.
Jason leaned on the counter, his breath getting faster and faster. I exposed too much… What the hell is wrong with me? He’d never have lost control like this a month ago. At least they’ll finally stop pretending they want me around now. Some part of him wanted to scream and cry. He kinda liked fooling himself into thinking they were a family again, that Bruce was actually his Dad again. Did he ever see me as his son?
Memories of that fateful night when he confronted Batman started playing out before his eyes. “Ignoring what he's done in the past. Blindly, stupidly disregarding the entire graveyards he's filled, the thousands who have suffered, the friends he's crippled,” He was saying. “You know, I thought... I thought I'd be the last person you'd ever let him hurt. If it had been you that he beat to a bloody pulp, if he had taken you from this world, I would've done nothing but search the planet for this pathetic pile of evil, death-worshipping garbage and then send him off to hell!”
“I'm not talking about killing Penguin or Scarecrow or Dent. I'm talking about him, just him. And doing it because…” His voice broke “Because he took me away from you.”
Dreaded silence grew between them, broken only by the Joker’s crazy laughter.
The laughter pierced his mind, and the memory seemed to scramble up.
Batman’s glare was replaced by a maniacal grin. He lifted a bloody crowbar and advanced towards him, taunting, “Little Jason Todd, you’re so pathetic! You really thought I loved you?”
Batman’s voice became strict and condescending. “You were a terrible soldier. Never followed instructions, were never strong enough, never smart enough. You’re a disgrace to the Robin legacy. Dick was so much better.”
"No, no—please, not again," Jason's voice quivered, desperation lacing his words as he battled against the relentless onslaught of memories. His body trembled, aching to escape the torment that threatened to engulf him. He pressed his hands to his temples, trying to hold back the deluge of haunting visions, but they pierced through like shards of shattered glass, cutting deep into his consciousness.
The room around him blurred into a haze of distorted shapes and colours, all tinted green as the overwhelming tide of memories crashed against his fragile defences. He could hear the distant echoes of cruel laughter, the manic taunts of the Joker that had once clawed at his sanity. Those memories had been buried deep, locked away in the darkest corners of his mind, but the Lazarus Pit had torn open those wounds, leaving him exposed and defenceless.
With a choked sob, he fell to the floor, his body folding inward as if trying to protect itself from the painful assault. He felt so small, so powerless in the face of the haunting spectres from his past. He longed for comfort, for a respite from the torment, but the visions showed no mercy, refusing to grant him even a moment's peace.
He found himself holding a gun to the Joker’s head, standing in front of his so-called father, positioned such that the only way Batman could save the Joker was by shooting him.
“This is what it's all been about,” He shouted. “This! You, me, him! Now is the time you decide! If you won't kill this psychotic piece of filth, I will! If you want to stop me, you're going to have to kill me!”
“Pick me, Dad,” He wanted to cry, “Show me you love me and save me from these monsters in my head, please!”
But he stayed silent, hyper-aware of every movement in the room. Yet he never predicted what would happen next. Instead of shooting Joker and saving his son, Batman threw a well-aimed Batarang right at Jason’s throat, slicing deep. Jason fell to the floor, clutching his throat, trying to make sense of what just happened. Batman, once again wearing that psychopathic smile, struck a crowbar on his head, knocking a few teeth out.
“Pathetic.”
A kick to his abdomen threw him across the floor.
“Worthless.”
A foot landed on his face, crushing his nose and eyes, rendering him blind.
“Shoulda stayed dead.”
Perched on the edge of a towering Gotham skyscraper, Red Robin's mind buzzed with a tumult of emotions and thoughts. The encounter with Jason Todd, the enigmatic and tormented Red Hood, lingered like an unwelcome shadow, refusing to relent. He absently traced the intricate carvings on the nearby gargoyle, hoping the tactile sensation would ground him, but it did little to ease his troubled mind.
Tim Drake was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve; he preferred the solace of logic and calculations, finding comfort in the concrete world of data and analysis. Emotions, however, were a puzzle he couldn't always decipher, and he struggled to make sense of the turmoil that roiled within him after that confrontation.
He had faced villains, death traps, and even the darkest corners of his own psyche, but nothing could have prepared him for the raw emotion that emanated from Jason in those few fleeting moments. The vulnerability that flashed in those hardened eyes, the ache in his voice as he dismissed them—it was a revelation of pain that cut deeper than any knife. In that fleeting moment before Jason kicked them out, Tim glimpsed the fractures in the armour of the Red Hood. He knew that beneath the crimson facade lay a man haunted by demons that seemed insurmountable.
Tim knew all too well the weight of loss and the scars it etched into a person's soul. He had felt the sting of abandonment and understood the echoes of that pain that haunted Jason's every step. In a strange way, they were two sides of the same coin, both marked by tragedy and both seeking their own versions of justice.
But he shouldn’t have to deal with all those feelings by himself.
An image of Red Hood digging a batarang into his throat flashed before his eyes, but he ignored it. Jason might not believe it, but we all forgive him. We love the big guy, he’s one of us!
But he’d promised him not to tell Bruce, and talking about Jason’s feelings would inevitably bring Nile into the conversation. He still couldn’t believe how adorable and innocent she was. Tim had always hated babies, but she seemed extremely likeable. And then there’s the fact that she called me Timmy! She’s got a special name for me! It made his heart want to explode with joy.
"Focus, Red," Tim whispered to himself, the words a quiet command to steady his racing thoughts. Tonight's patrol was meant to be routine, but a sense of restlessness gnawed at him. The usual cacophony of crime and chaos in Gotham was strangely absent, leaving an unsettling stillness in its wake.
As he roamed the dimly lit alleys, he couldn't help but feel that the city itself held its breath, as if bracing for an impending storm. His instincts told him that something was brewing beneath the surface, something that demanded his attention. Yet, there was a more urgent matter at hand—his 'brother,' Jason Todd.
Amidst the silence of the night, his thoughts turned to the man behind the Red Hood's mask. He could almost feel the weight of Jason's pain, a gravitational pull that drew him closer. It was a connection he couldn't ignore, a call to action that demanded his immediate attention. It was more important than investigating why Gotham was so quiet tonight.
"Well, there's nothing I can do about it right now," Tim reasoned quietly, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility. "I need to help Hood first."
“Nightwing!” He called, relieved that the older hero was alone, not with any other Bat. The fewer people knew, the better. For now.
“Yeah, Timbo?” Nightwing sat at the Batcomputer (still in costume), eating a sandwich and researching some case.
“There’s– look, we need to talk. Are you free right now?”
Dick swivelled the chair around to face Tim. “Well,” He started awkwardly. “I understand that whatever you need to talk about is extremely important, and I do care about it a lot, I promise. Can we talk in, like, fifteen minutes?”
Tim shrugged. I guess fifteen minutes will be fine. “Okay, what’re you doing?”
“Technically I got this case as Detective Grayson, but it doesn’t hurt to check it out as Nightwing too, right?”
“Yeah…”
Dick swivelled in his chair once again. He must really love that. “Well, it turns out there’s another metahuman trafficker that just resurfaced in Bludhaven, except instead of kidnapping teenagers they’ve started kidnapping children. The police department caught like 4 or 5 hired assassins, all armed and wearing League of Shadows attire, with a little girl who was clearly being held against her wishes. They escaped into Gotham and the GCPD refused to let us cross the border. Someone must’ve paid off the cops.”
He spun around in his chair. “So on hero patrol last night, I was on the lookout for these scumbags when I found them— all knocked out, by an exploded warehouse, with the kid nowhere to be found. I just got official statements from witnesses who’ve seen this kid– she’s about 3, caramel skin, dark eyes and hair, probably Asian-American. There are literal assassins out to get her, if I’m not wrong. I’m trying to find her right now.”
Tim’s breath hitched. This was Nile, wasn’t it?
“Dick, we need to talk, NOW.”
Dick’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You know something ‘bout this, baby bird?”
“Her name’s Nile. Nile Cort.” Tim moved to search her up on the Batcomputer. In just a second, the young girl’s image popped up.
Dick scanned the profile. It seemed quite accurate to the description he’d gotten. There didn’t seem to be any record of her being a metahuman. His eyes travelled down the page to the “Parents/Guardians” section.
It said ‘Mother: Rhea Cort. Dead.’, ‘Father: Unknown.” and… Wait, what? Dick rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
“Tim, why does it say that Jason Todd is her guardian?”
Tim sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “Well, you see, he kinda adopted her.”
“Jason Todd.” Dick started, still not sure if he’d read accurately. “As in our brother Jason Todd. He adopted a kid?”
“Yep. I literally just helped him with that about two hours ago.”
“WHY DIDN’T HE TELL ME?”
The smile dropped from Tim’s face. “Dickie, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about… Jason…”
Dick’s eyes grew wider with concern. “What happened?”
“Well…” Tim didn’t know how to say it. “He’s not okay… He– He thinks we hate him, that we don’t care. I– I tried to tell him– but–” His voice cracked as tears formed in his eyes.
Dick was quick to wrap his arms around his baby brother, pulling him into a tight embrace as he fought his own tears. In a twisted way, it made sense why he’d think that way, he thought. Tim hadn’t been here before, he didn’t know how much of a terrible brother I’d been to Jason. I’ve been trying to do better, but—
I need to let him know how much I– how much we love him.
“C’mon Timbo, let’s go,” He pulled off his mask. “Get changed, we’re going to Jason’s apartment.”
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IM SORRY THERES GONNA HAVE TO BE MORE HURT BUT THE COMFORT WILL COME SOON I PROMISE
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All is bliss
Chapter 47
Cw: labor pains,childbirth
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Despite their enemies keeping them uncommunicated with everyone else, word comes about Aegon’s poisoning.
To him at least.
For the past two nights Alys appears to him in flames whispering in the strange old Andal tongue as mother sits at Aegon’s bedside.
You are needed, One-Eye.
Your brother needs you here.
“We must return.” He orders his commanders who had readied themselves to march on Butterwell and retake after losing it to the Frey woman and the northern wolves.
“Our men need you here, your highness. You have your duty to them. It was a dream and only that.” Criston did not budge and neither did half his men.
Half his men believed in the myth of Targaryens being close to gods still and now the prince was wishing the rest of the men had been as ignorant as them.
Dreams like those of Daenys and the Conqueror who united Westeros under his banner, Byron Swan had said and his squire, Criston’s nephew Cedrik, had spread the word after.
Madness like that of Maegor and Viserys who butchered his lady wife open for a babe too small to live, Criston had countered and boxed Cedrik’s ears for spreading such nonsense.
“We are sitting ducks here; no word comes in and no word comes out. For all we know King’s Landing has fallen to our enemies.” Aemond argued unable to shake away the feeling he is needed at home.
Aemma is nearing her time, Criston thinks he wants to leave because he doesn’t want to risk missing the birth of their child.
Part of him knows that is the reason he puts so much stock on the dreams he had last night.
“If you leave, you cannot take all our men with you, we cannot leave the God’s Eye unprotected, your highness.” Lord Vance of Atranta suggested, only he and Humfrey Bracken had what survived of Jason Lannister’s host and command, and he needed assurance that there would be men to protect him from his kinsmen, the Vances of Wayfarer’s Rest.
“That I know well, my lord, I will take whoever wishes to follow me and ensure the city cannot fall into enemy hands. Our last report said Seasmoke was seen south of Massey lands, by now he must be in Tumbleton fighting Prince Daeron. We need to kill whoever is blocking our way into the Crownlands and reestablish communication with King’s Landing.
For all we know we are the last of the King’s Men.” Aemond stoked their fear, if defeat felt closer than it already was, it would have him home by tomorrow.
And it works. The men weigh the benefits and cost of such a strategy and before evening, Aemond is making sure Vhagar is ready to fly at dawn.
“I will lead the men south, if what you dreamed was true, the king has need of me.” Cole says leaving no room for negotiation.
Aemond only nodded as he double checked on the chains. They needed replacing, but he can get that done once he is at home.
All that matters is that he leaves before it is too late.
Half the men desert during the night, their outriders and scouts leave and say the way is clear, that all their enemies are dead.
It feels like a victory even if all the signs say differently.
“I will cover for you if you cover for me,” those are the last words Aemond exchanged with Criston before both marched out of Harrenhal hoping to go home.
One of them will never go home. He can feel in his bones.
“The king has been poisoned.” Alys had gone still as if she had witnessed the act herself.
It is not difficult to pretend to be shocked and worried. Mainly because she is shocked and worried.
As much as she desires to have her crown, she doesn’t want Aegon to fucking die.
Well, not anymore.
“Fate has opened the door for us, now we run through it.” Her grandfather advised as she sneaks into his chambers with the help of Teora. “The One-Eye and the Kingmaker cannot be reached, and their men have been said to be deserting them as they sit in cursed halls of Harrenhal. You have the king’s heir in your belly, fight for your child’s right to rule before they find a way to steal that away too.”
Aemma is dressed in black and green, to show unity between their houses, and despite the twinging in her back, she walks into the King’s Chambers through the adjoining door.
“You had time to dress, I see.” Her lovely goodmother comments having come from her son’s bedside in the same clothes she has worn these past three days.
She has not slept, eats little and refuses to let Aemma near him.
The worried loving mother, a part Alicent plays so well ever since she got a whiff of
Nothing can be given for the arsenic; it must be purged from the body with draughts, and they must pray the gods don’t kill Aegon until it is completely gone.
“I do not think the king would want for his small council to see his lady wife in her dressing gown.” Aemma retorted.
She had been shooed out of the room due to her condition and the fear that if anyone who breathed too hard near her would trigger the baby coming before its time.
Maester Gerardys had been brought here and released from his chains just to ensure a capable maester was always at hand.
Alicent had spun the story to make it look like she was purposely avoiding her husband’s bedside and Aemma was celebrating his incoming death.
So what if Baela cracked open a bottle of Arbor Red yesterday when Orwyle gave them the news, it was just one fucking drink!
“If all are assembled, we must begin with a matter of great importance: the king’s succession.” Tyland Lannister cleared his throat to remind all why they were called here.
It was a matter to decide if they will recall Aemond and have him act as regent given Aegon is incapacitated and Aemma’s will give birth in any moment.
She’s gotten pains that go away on their own these recent days, much like ones happening now. Gerardys said they were from the stress, but wouldn’t rule out Aenys making an appearance soon.
Aemma just needs the babe to hold on until Aemond came home. She needs him, needs him to fight for her because all these people will gladly tear her apart for her son and claim she would chose her babe over herself.
She wouldn’t, this Aemma refuses to let herself be butchered for a babe that may not even live.
“There is no question, I carry his heir in me and soon enough he will be born.” Aemma said. “Until Prince Aemond is recalled, I will be the king’s regent.”
“The babe will come any moment, I will not have you jeopardize the health of the king’s son for your ambition, Aemma.” Alicent scoffed, and the men joined her.
And perhaps they were right, the queen bites her tongue to keep herself from groaning in pain.
The pain had come sooner than before and sharper too.
“Your grace, you are by rights the clear candidate, but as the queen mother said, you are in no state to rule.” Lannister knew as current Hand of the King he was the one in charge.
He was also not Alicent’s man, as he has led her to believe.
“I will take care of all state matters until the king is recovered, the queen mother shouldn’t be forced to leave her son’s bedside either. The court will be seen to by Princess Helaena and if she cannot, my niece is perfectly capable of doing so.” Tyland is part of the cause because his status hinged on his goodsister dying with her son and marrying his niece.
This self-serving man was just like the rest of them. Only loyal until the time to bite the hand of his mistress comes.
What does a blood oath mean to oath breakers anyways?
Aemma had been defeated, but so had Alicent.
A small consolation, she thinks as she tries to breathe through the pain.
“Fetch the maester and the midwife, Prince Aenys seems to have decided now is the time---” Aemma grit her teeth unable to contain it anymore.
#aemma velaryon#aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc#all is bliss (in the court of aemma the great)#all is bliss(in the court of aemma the great) fic#all is bliss fic#aemond targaryen x oc
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I feel you'd have the best catholic!Jason todd ideas.
I do have a lot of thoughts about this! (and immediately my mind went to hot priest!Jason Todd so I guess it's time to re-read the priest comic...). I like the idea of Jason having an empty relationship with Catholicism the most, so I went with this one.
Maybe he was "raised" Catholic, but it was performative. It wasn't the, "we're a perfect example of what a Catholic family should be" pantomime, but a parasitic one. Exploitative. Meaningless and hollow except for what it could do for them. And maybe it looks good on paper for Child Protective Services.
Maybe there's a cross on the wall but was picked up at a yard sale, and is covered in dust. A ratty bible is on the table, but when you look closer, you realise it's missing pages and scribbled in. Circular holes are burned into the cover (the same ones found all along the old couch, in blankets. Mattresses). They don't pray, but they go to church when they serve food. Saves money on groceries, doesn't it? So, why not. Jason sat at the back (and maybe he tried to listen, to pay attention) while his mum nodded off in the pew, and made fun of the whole thing, at all the rich people in their Sunday Best, only to smile at the priest when he came to greet them.
Some Catholic schools serve their students lunch and snacks, and all you have to do to be admitted it is get baptised. His mum might have dragged him to the church to do so because it meant she didn't have to spend money on feeding him lunch every day. Maybe the only time he ever really ate a whole meal was during school. It cuts the cost of clothes, too, since most Catholic schools require a uniform.
I like the idea of Jason trying to be religious. Maybe he prays during dinner one night but his dad mocks him for it. He never does it in front of them again.
Jason grows up in this limbo where his parents exploit it for their own gain, but he wants to believe. And maybe he does. But it doesn't last long. Not when at school they teach him about gods infinite mercy. How he knows all. But if that's true, how come he never answers Jason's prayers late at night with his pillow muffling his cries? How come he's ignored? I like the idea of a crisis of faith because it can be absolutely devastating even when you don't really believe in all the nonsense.
His parents use it against him. Why would god leave me with a ungrateful kid like you? His mum throws the cross at him and he watches it shatter on the floor. Nothing happens. He wonders if that means something.
And then he sees the divide. There's a difference between being a poor Catholic and a rich one. Maybe it infuriates him, drives him away from it.
He stops being religious as he grows up. Beings to resent it. Maybe he still wears a cross around his neck, a small gold chain bought at a pawn shop for $5 because it's a habit. Sometimes religion can be an addiction, too.
It never really comes up. It was an aspect of his upbringing the same way finding his mum slouched over on the couch was. Just there. Habitual, almost.
And then he dies.
And then he comes back.
Another crisis of faith that doesn't really go anywhere. Maybe he's too jaded to the idea of a higher power, or maybe he's scared. Terrified. I'd like for him to adopt the same parasitic relationship with Catholicism as his parents did. He goes to church because he thinks he should feel bad about what he does. He sits in the last pew at the back, bows his head. And nothing. Nothing. He just thinks about all the times he wept at night until he couldn't cry anymore. All the desperate prayers that went unanswered.
Maybe it wasn't god who brought him back, after all; but you can't have one without the other. And maybe a part of him is beginning to wonder if there's even a difference between the two.
I like the idea of him struggling with guilt over his deeds as the Red Hood but I don't think he really feels it, and I think that hurts him more than anything. There is an absence of guilt and maybe some trickle-down toxicity. maybe he goes to church because he thinks he should not because he wants to but he sits in the pew and he doesn't pray and he definitely doesn't ask for forgiveness because there's nothing to forgive. But in some twisted way, it makes him feel better for not feeling guilty and so. He goes.
Questioning his faith that might not have ever really been there is something I really like talking about. I think there's more to it than just Catholic guilt.
#a long time ago i explained all of this to my friend and he said it was a brand of catholic called “trasholic” which i adore#and i thought it would fit someone like Jason
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reposting this piece of meta i originally wrote in a response to someone who deleted their post.
jason became robin because he was inherently just and wanted to do the right thing even when batman ignored him. this is literally his origin story.
the pattern of him being naturally kind and sensitive to injustice preserves throughout all of his robin days. even when he was written by starlin – a writer who hated him on principle and wanted to make him as unlikeable as possible, he was still motivated by how much he *cared* about other people and how much he wanted to be loved. the incident with garzonas, for example – he chased him because he was so deeply traumatised by learning that a woman he knew for mere minutes committed suicide. the whole reason for which he wanted to find his biological mother – he wanted to be loved!
now, utrh (and some earlier flashbacks) already retconned a lot of this stuff to create the idea of the ‘angry’ or the ‘mean’ robin. that’s an issue especially when you consider how classist it is to insist that a child who was taken off the streets can have no other fate than becoming a criminal. but even there, in the utrh, jason was anything but cold. was his plan calculated, was it cruel in many ways and morally questionable? it was. was it cold? no. honestly, i just don’t get how you can read a scene in which a teenager offers his father an ultimatum between killing his killer or him and think it’s a reasonable, cold decision. on the contrary, it’s utterly delusional and desperate. if jason wanted to just get rid of the joker, he could – but he wants bruce to prove that he still means something to him. he wants to be loved. he cares.
“delusional” and “desperate” also describe his methods in general pretty well. i know it goes against a popular reading that jason is very down to earth and pragmatic because he’s intimate with the way crime and evil works. it is true, to a certain extent. but his aim itself, that is to do everything he can to minimise harm of other people, no matter the cost? is it not utterly delusional? and yes, he doesn’t agree with batman’s moral code. but the reason he feels so strongly about it is because they have essentially the same goal – protecting people, and he sees that batman sometimes fails at it. and jason cares so much, he can’t take any failure, he can’t let anyone be harmed, he takes it all personally.
even in jason’s villain era (I’m talking the battle for the cowl shtick for example) jason was anything but cold. his targets were always extremely personal. and that’s the content when he was written as a villain, it’s not even canon anymore.
it’s also pretty ironic that you say that he has a pretty strong sense of identity, given that he completely commits to being the red hood and doesn’t even have a civilian identity. and ‘red hood’ is a cruel reference to a man killed him, too. that doesn’t seem like a strong sense of identity to me, it seems like he sacrifices himself for what he thinks is right and like he identifies with his trauma so strongly that he can’t move on.
you’re talking of jason being ‘soft’ in fanon but that’s the point of his character in comics. he cares too much and it makes him cross the line. it makes him cruel. he’s a very interesting twist of an anti-hero archetype because of that: anti-heroes usually lack idealism, and act out of self-interest. their heroism is more of a side-effect of their actions. jay is the polar opposite: he is an idealist at the core and his heroism is what makes him defy conventional ethical codes. and I love seeing that, i love seeing him morally failing when his only goal is to be *moral.* what do you call an urge to keep other people safe, if not moral?
but the thing is, sacrificing yourself to become an authoritarian murderous robin hood will not change the world. i think at some point he would fuck up and harm people he intended to protect. and jason cares. so it would make sense for him to step back and consider his actions.
jason is no punisher nor deathstroke. he has a considerable baggage as a legacy character, and your reading completely disregards his original robin story. and that’s boring, tbh. because what makes him so appealing and tragic is that he is all of those things that he was when he was a robin still – an idealist, a protector, someone who cares. even the most awful plotlines point it out. i hated most of that specific plotline, but when damian said that jason is ‘the most emotional one’? facts.
#reposting it because it was a reply to the person who said that jason didn't have identity issues#and my other post referencing is has been gaining track#i think it's still readable without the context? you can guess what the person was saying#i'm too lazy to edit it so#here you are#jay meta#jason todd#dc comics
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