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violent138 · 19 days

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Stephanie, breaking off in the middle of her debrief with Bruce, "I-- what is on your helmet?

"Mind your fucking business." Jason replied, grabbing some tools for his bike.

Steph squinted. "Is that a Paw Patrol character?"

Jason rolled his eyes, ignoring her, but Tim blocked his path, grinning at the stickers.

"Hey it's Marshall. And Rubble. Didn't know you were a fan."

"Seriously?" Jason, realized that more and more of his siblings' eyes were on him and sighed heavily. It was a small mercy that Damian wasn't here.

"Enough already, the kids in the Narrows wanted me to do it, and if anyone says another word they can get fucking paw patrol bandages to match."

The way Steph, Tim and Dick were grinning told him they knew full well that he was blushing under the hood.

But wisely they kept their mouths shut, ans Jason navigated around Tim, sneaking a glance at Bruce as he left, irritated to spot the small smile.

#Sorry if this is shit it's very based off a recent experience I had with babysitting #Good thing Jason’s in no mood to take them off because I don't think the sticky residue is ever leaving my phone #Batman #Batfamily #Jason Todd #Red Hood #dc comics #Bruce Wayne #Stephanie Brown #Tim Drake

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jakascoo · 3 months

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Jason: Ow! Damian: What’s wrong? Jason: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. Damian: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

#incorrect quotes #jason todd #red hood #damian wayne #robin #batfam #batfamily #incorrect jason todd quote #incorrect damian wayne quote #incorrect batfam quote #batfam monday #the generator had them reversed #this felt more right #and funnier #mood #canon

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frownyalfred · 10 months

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my reaction to bad news follows a unique spectrum I like to call the “Wayne-Todd Scale” which spans from the quietest, barely-there “Hn” to screaming “FUCK!” as loudly as possible.

#generally the news is the same level it just depends on the mood I’m in #some days I’m Jason #some days I’m Bruce #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #jason todd #batdad #red hood #dc comics

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gecemi09 · 6 months

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Not-sure-how-popular opinion, but. I disagree w the people who say "jason should go back to being the cunning and powerful villain he was in utrh and he should make bruce question things BUT at the end jason should be wrong." The first part, sure, but making him an all-out villain is kinda meh. But having Jason be wrong? No. In fact I think Jason being wrong ruins his whole thing. The reason Jason's return and the utrh confrontatiom hit so hard is because Jason is right lol. Maybe not abt the crime plot of utrh but abt joker stuff?? Hes like %100 right. What is the point of it all if he's going to be wrong at the end just to prove how good of a person batman is :/

#jason todd #red hood #i would like to elaborate more but im just not in the mood #also “it should remind us why we love batman so much” NO #why are you ppl so obsessed with using jasons character to prop up bruce??#“oh jason should stay dead bc hes batmans greatest failure”#“oh jasons return should shake up batman mythos”#“oh jasons moral compass should be used to make bruce right”#stop it.#jason is his own character #not everything he does should be used to benefit bruces character #jason todd meta #?

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wondersinwaynemanor · 4 months

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It's not a complete patrol without Nightwing dramatically announcing himself or singing a random pop song.

Nightwing - Here, here, my fellow beings!

He does a perfect somersault because he doesn't let any one forget how flexible he is which makes the rest of the batboys roll their eyes.

Nightwing - Nightwing is here! Thou shouldn't be alone now.

He says this while spreading his arms in the air with a stupid large smile.

Red Robin - Did he just use "thou" in a sentence?

Robin - Tt. He must have read from one of Hood's novels.

Red Hood - Time to transfer my book shelf.

Nightwing - Hit me, baby, one more time!

Criminal 1 - .......

Criminal 2 - ......

Criminal 2 tries to hit him which he does poorly.

Nightwing obviously dodges gracefully and hits the criminal on the leg with one of his escrima sticks.

Nightwing - Oops, I did it again.

Nightwing - Say my name, say my name, If no one is around you, Say baby I love you, If you ain't runnin' game.

He sings loudly as Batman ties Penguin's men on a pole.

Batman - .....

Penguin's men - ????

#incorrect dc quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfamily #batman #bruce wayne #nightwing #dick grayson #red hood #jason todd #red robin #tim drake #robin #damian wayne #carefree nightwing is a mood i hope to have

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a-sour-nectarine · 2 years

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People don't seem to understand how truly terrifying the third Robin was. Sure, the current one runs around with a sword sometimes and has unprecedented levels of anger trapped in a too-small body, but he will never be scarier than his predecessor. The one who managed to keep a grieving Batman in check. The one who can destroy you without ever laying a finger on you. The one with a speedster, the daughter of Zeus, and a Kryptonian on his side. He leads them. He keeps up with them. He outpaces them.

They love him, respect him. They call him for backup. It is rarely the other way around. He can keep up with Impulse, go toe to toe with Wonder Girl, overpower Superboy.

If you ask the Red Hood or Spoiler, the third Robin can outsmart the Batman. If you ask Batgirl, he is the only one she truly views as challenge. If you ask Nightwing, he will tell you the story of the first time the third Robin ever saved his skin. Before he'd even been Batman's partner, when he was just a stubborn kid with a stolen mask.

He flies without wings and scales buildings on human legs. Gothamites will swear up and down that he can bend steel and break concrete. Even Metropolis respects him, cheers him on. No other Bat has that privilege.

And yet he has the gentlest hands. The softest smile. There is nowhere safer than in his shadow. Nowhere better protected than in his care. Nowhere as comforting as under his watchful gaze.

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zedreh · 25 days

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Once again, might I say, while I'm not the biggest fan of how he was characterized, and the comics plot doesn't really fit with the DCAU's established continuity, Jason's designs in Batman the Adventures Continue where great. I made a post about him as Red Hood, so here's him as Robin

Also, here's some more of him from when he's Red Hood. There were a few inconsistencies in his hair color.

#comics #dc #dc comics #dcau #dc animated universe #btas #batman the adventures continue #robin #red hood #jason todd #i've also been in a jason todd mood #like i've been for tim drake #and dick grayson now that i think of it

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cardinalcheerio · 11 months

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Jason at the bank: do you need anything else?

Banker: we need proof that you are who you say you are.

Jason *pulling out his death certificate*: does this work?

Dick *sitting next to him groaning*: I knew this was a bad idea.

#batfam headcanons #jason todd #dick grayson #bat brothers #bat family #batfam #batfamily #jason is a mood #jason todd deserves better #jason and dick #dick is concerned #incorrect dick grayson #dick greyson #dick grayson needs a break #incorrect jason todd #bat family incorrect #incorrect batfamily #nightwing #red hood

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jakascoo · 5 days

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Jason, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

#incorrect quotes #jason todd #red hood #incorrect jason todd quote #batfam #batfamily #batfam monday #mood #jason plz

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lambsouvlaki · 8 months

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For the Hell of It - Putting on a Show(*)

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: NSFW, smut, pre-discussed kink, light bdsm, voyeurism & exhibitionism (discussed, nothing is done in public).

Word count: 1,929

Summary: Jason tries being a little meaner in the bedroom, to delightful results for everyone.

Masterlist

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In the middle of the night, the bedroom door opened and the Red Hood walked in.

Andy looked up from the book she had been reading. It was a little after three in the morning with the muted sigh of wind rushing past the lofty heights of his apartment. The bedside lamp cast the large industrial-styled room in golden light and murky shadows.

Jason shut the door behind him.

She opened her mouth to ask how patrol went, then found the words dying in her throat. He was standing at the door, mask inscrutable, observing her in silence.

Belatedly it struck her that she had never seen him wear his armour into the bedroom before. She slid her reading onto the bedside table and cocked her head at him.

“Did you wait up for me?” His voice rumbled through the modulator.

“Blame the jet lag.” She shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d try again once you got back.”

He slowly crossed the space between them.

She pulled her knees up under the blankets. She didn’t know what to make of the way he studied her, but her body already knew how it felt about having his sole focus. The armour only made it worse. She wondered if he knew.

“You remember that talk we had?”

“Which one?” she looked up, only to recall exactly the conversation he was referring to, in the face of blinding white lenses. “Oh.”

Her cheeks warmed. She was very aware of the looming figure standing over her, and anticipation unfurled within her.

“Yes, I remember.”

He pulled his gloves off, loosening finger by finger. He reached down a warm, bare hand and gently traced her cheek. His thumb grazed her lip. He pushed down lightly. She opened her mouth. He slid it in and she curled her lips around it.

He drew his damp thumb back and traced it down her jaw to tilt her chin up.

“The safe word?”

As though it hadn’t been branded onto her mind the moment she agreed to this.

She repeated the word. It came out breathless.

He turned away.

“Take off your clothes.”

Her cotton shirt then her silky bra and matching panties landed on the floor. Her nipples pebbled in the sudden cold. She sat bolt upright, awaiting further instructions. Her heart in its cage beat like the wings of a hummingbird.

Jason reached up to take his helmet off and placed it on the desk.

“Lie down,” he said and he removed his weapons. “Spread your legs, and get yourself warmed up for me.”

A blush rose in her cheeks. He sat in the armchair, facing her. He leaned back, with his legs casually spread wide, and lit up a smoke. He watched her expectantly.

She did as she was told.

She had never put on any kind of performance before, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her now. Most nights Jason relished this part himself. He was an artist with his fingers and she was his sculpture, beauty and pleasure drawn from stoic marble. Tonight he was the audience, and she was artist and art together.

The idea turned from daunting into arousing without her noticing. Her timidity fell away and her pleasure rose.

In the half light the glint of the cigarette reflected in his eyes.

“Do you touch yourself when I’m out?”

She shook her head, mussing her hair against the sheets.”

“No?” he drawled, incredulous.

“No.” It didn’t occur to her to be dishonest. Her role in the scene was not a fabricated one.

“Why not?”

“I… prefer the ache of waiting for you.”

He swore quietly.

“There’s a toy in the bedside table. Get to it.”

She reached out blindly and swiftly found it. Jason enjoyed using it on her, but she had never used it on her own. It let him draw out and build up her pleasure to his own exacting standards without getting distracted by his own ends. He was a wretched tease. She both adored and hated the thing.

He took a long drag of smoke as she adjusted. Her head tipped back against the pillows. Her eyes fluttered shut, but she didn’t want to lose sight of him and kept reopening them. He watched with burning intensity.

Her excitement built and built, far past any notions of simply warming up. He had told her to get ready for him, but he made no move beyond stubbing the cigarette out and attempting to brand her with the heat of his eyes alone.

“Can I… can I climax?” she asked.

“No.”

She withheld her whine.

Normally Jason’s body language was so open and reassuring around her. This was nothing of the sort. The Red Hood, hard and uncompromising, watched her fuck herself on a dildo, and she was more hopelessly turned on than she had ever been under her own touch.

Slowing down was unthinkable as stopping. She had unthinkingly built her pace up, and now she had no off-ramp.

She wasn’t going to ask again.

She wasn’t.

With one hand cast over her face and the other between her legs, she writhed.

Jason let out a harsh breath and stood. Every heavy step towards her felt like salvation and doom both.

He put a hand on her shaking knee.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Despite the calluses and the hardness of his demeanour, his thumb rubbed her skin in a familiar reassurance.

It did not help her predicament. Her breath hitched.

He pushed her hand aside and withdrew the toy. He replaced it with two of his fingers.

She moaned. His touch set her alight and her breath grew thin. His touch was as scorching as his gaze which pinned her down like a lance through the chest.

“I’m-I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” she said.

So he stopped.

She wanted to cry. She covered her face with her hands and took desperate heaving breaths.

The sound of unbuckling belts cut through her panting.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes snapped open.

Jason lifted her by her hips and impaled her in one blow.

She sang out in relief.

He set a swift pace, slowing only a moment to let her rearrange pillows to support her back, shooting her straight back to the loft heights she had teetered along for so long. He drove her higher still. His thumb rubbed circles over her clit only twice, and her climax slammed into her.

Her whole body shook. He did not slow his pace, relentlessly working her through it.

She breathed hard as she came down, arching her back for him. The relief was short lived but it brought her a moment of clarity.

Jason’s focus was fixed to her entrance, watching himself sink in and out, in and out. So locked up inside his own head tonight.

“Okay?” she asked quietly, breaking character.

His eyes flickered up to hers, and he gave a short nod. His hand on her hip gave a quick squeeze.

Then the hard tilt returned to his jaw and they were back in it.

“Spent the night at a strip club,” he said harshly.

Her eyebrows rose. It was unusual only in that he was telling her about it: his protection extended to sex workers all over the city. She trusted him, it was a non-issue.

“Working out a territory dispute. Negotiations. Should have been done hours ago. But no, they had to keep stopping to watch the girls.” His lip curled and he changed his angle to something deeper. “Made them make out and touch each other. As though we’re there for a good time, as though I have any interest in getting hard with that pack of slavering animals.”

He brushed his sweat slicked hair from his face and swore. She was so helplessly turned on by him even when he was hacked off, she couldn’t come up with any response.

“Waste of my fucking time,” he growled, thrusting with emphasis. “When I have you alone in my bed. Waiting for me. Clenching on nothing. Dripping wet, just for me. Aren’t you, sweets?”

“Yes.”

He pulled out.

She made a needy noise of objection.

“On your knees or in your mouth?”

She rolled over without hesitation.

He chuckled. He ran his hands up her body, possessive and appreciative. He gently pushed her down onto all fours and pushed back in. His pace was more sedate now and his grip softer, having worked out some of his frustrations.

Well, that just wouldn’t do.

“Did you get hard at the club?” she asked.

His pace stuttered. “What?”

She reached back to touch his thigh, a silent reassurance she was still in character.

“Did it turn you on, surrounded by beautiful women making out with each other?”

The snap of his hips picked up. “Yes,” he conceded, arousal and shame and frustration in his voice.

She looked back over her shoulder. Her hair was tousled, her skin flushed, and her lips swollen from where she bit them.

“Were you thinking of me?”

“I–” The look he gave her was a little stunned, a little star struck.

“There, in that red lingerie you bought me, draped over you?” If he wasn’t thinking it before, he was now.

A whispered “yes,” passed his lips. The burning intensity rose in his eyes once more.

“...touching myself?”

He made a hungry noise in his throat.

“Up on the stage, in front of everyone,” she said, as she looked forward again, flicking her hair aside and arching her back. “Putting on a show?”

He growled, then she was pinned to the bed.

“I’d have to kill them all for looking at you,” he said into her ear, bending over her. “And I would–mm–before I’d take you right there.”

He stood tall again, still holding her bent in half with a hand on the back of her neck. His other hand was on the meat of her ass, to drag her back to meet him. He put one leg up on the bed next to her for more power. A thick muscled thigh rippled against her side. Raging waves of need pulled her back down into the depths.

“Trying to upset me, sweetheart?” he asked, back to ruthless and in full control. She was in paradise. “You know only I get to see you like this. That’s why you’re mine.”

She whimpered, so close to the edge.

“Only I can hold you down and fuck you like you deserve. Only I get to watch you writhe… hear you beg.”

“Hnng, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please! Jason, I–I– fuck, Jay, I don’t– I need..”

“That’s my girl,” he said, dark and appreciative. “You know you’re mine before anything else.”

She sobbed a cry.

“You can cum,” he drawled, sneaking a hand around her hip to reach her clit.

Her climax rocked through her violently. Her vision blanked and her body seized up in great wracking jolts. Her mouth hung open, breathing hard against the blanket.

She vaguely heard his voice encouraging her through it, before he followed after her into bliss.

He curled over her back and held her fast against his hips. He growled her name in her ear.

The last of her strength fled her limbs. It felt like her bones had simply melted.

He collapsed on the bed behind her. With shaking, tired arms he gathered her to himself and nuzzled into her neck. He made a soft inquisitive noise. She sighed in contentment in reply. They tangled their legs together, and basked in the afterglow.

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#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x oc #red hood x oc #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #for the hell of it #my fanfic #dc #jason todd x reader smut #buyer beware #sub!reader #dom!Jason #with some light role switching as the mood changes #I wasn't going to post this one but somebody asked for more smut so here we are

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