#where Jason is both his beloved son and a mass murderer | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

solaetis-moved-blog · 5 years

Text

TITLE: Nihilism WORD COUNT: 2,444 CHARACTERS: Caster (Medea) / Rider (Jason) SUMMARY: Medea's searching for Gawain, who had been missing for days, and encounters Jason in Chaldea. NOTES: Content warning for Sexism, slut-shaming, domestic violence, murder and idk it's just full of fucked up things. Sheep and I discussed about what would happen if Jason had been summoned in Chaldea when Medea is already in love with Gawain. Some Euripides’ Medea references and some other modernized Greek works cause I’m a nerd.

Of all people she could have encountered in the empty halls of Chaldea, it just had to be him. His face is familiar. She would know it in life, she would know it in death. The renowned Captain of the Argo, the eloquent leader of men. Most would argue about his disposition, claim him useless in the field and can contribute nothing when war ensues. Medea personally knows that this is untrue.

She had seen first hand just how Jason, son of Aeson, led a fleet of men with his words.

He was arrogant and self-indulgent, but which man was not? In the wooden grounds of the ship deck, he would glance at his men with an expression most calm and calculating. In his silence, his mind could procure several options which promised unrivaled victory. In impossible situations, he had saved the lives of most just by commanding. Ten men alone led by him could defeat thousands, but only if he was the mind behind their every action. She could see why a man like Jason was needed to preserve the future of humanity. If she had to admit a painful truth, it would be that between the both of them, he is less likely to put a taint in their pact with the provisional Master and put to waste the significant progress they have made by now.

So when she met his eyes, his eyes that seemed to bore into her person just as fiercely, she could not help but feel as if she was being choked. From here, she would deny his hold upon her neck, though from ill fate of the world, it is undoubtedly permanent at this point.

"What a sore mistake. In this realm where heroes are called forth, you know as well as I do you are the least suitable to be here," he spoke to her, breaking the long and winding silence between them in sheer seconds. Like before, he spoke to her menacingly, as if disgusted by not just her existence, but the fact that she has the mighty gall to breathe in his presence. "Medea."

Broadened eyes were hidden under her hood. He had claimed exactly the truth which began to penetrate her mind.

"You are not so heroic yourself," she barked back, instilling confidence in every word she had uttered as to announce that he did not terrify her, nor will she ever come to do such a thing. She was in her search for a certain man, and that man happened to not be Jason. No, that man will never be him again. For her hatred towards her former husband is incurable. Her endless love before had been unfortunately replaced with unending ferocity and excessive wrath.

She would say more, but Jason's demeanor petrified her from doing so. A damning slavery it must be to be silenced in this manner, thoughts imprisoned and unable to be shared.

"Compared to you?" he raised his brows and huffed with the same haughtiness he used to have. "I must be. You will make even demons themselves appear divine in the eyes of Gods."

Her gloved fists tightened behind her back. She must not show it. He must not bear audience once again to her vexing state, for he will not let her live it down if he were to find out that even now his words hold weight.

"What are you, if not a vile woman? In your loathing, you will burn everything and slaughter even your own children."

Upon hearing this, Medea refused to be silenced further.

'I did not kill them,” she begged herself to scream in retaliation for this disrespect, but even she, herself, is not sure if it would be true. She recalled the lack of warmth in the body of their children as she found them lifeless in the soils of Corinth. What occurred before it? Her life had been a blur in that moment. Every men and women she had killed were clear in her mind, but this. She does not remember. She cannot plead herself to even out of desperation.

Why would she? It was not what happened. Medea did not kill her children. She was the first to find their corpses, yes, but the bastardization of her tale had installed upon her Spirit Origin to claim responsibility for an act she did not commit. It was the Corinthians who feared her and her actions. Jason will not believe her even if she is aware of this, so her lack of knowledge in this lie does not and will not change anything.

"Who are you to speak this way to me? I became this way because I had loved you with all of my soul! You had taken me away from my home and only it was I who suffered the consequences of worshiping your name! You claim that the Goddess Aphrodite had installed upon me this foolishness, driven me to this state. You are wrong! Aphrodite could not be any more mistaken! I had loved you for I had seen you as a man greater than your accomplishments and ambitions! T'was why I had been so willing to be of use to you! Yet you discarded me like a harlot you were already done pleasuring yourself with! There is no justice to speak here, Jason. You are but a naive soul in the throes of love!"

The tone of her voice kept on rising. Each remark from Jason a cruel punishment. He felt the same. Medea had never failed in leaving his heart most scorched. Like mad mutts they exchanged demeaning sentences.

"What do you know about love, Medea? WHAT DO YOU KNOW? You would kill a man in his sleep if he had done so much as to unknowingly peeve you. The fair Aphrodite might have cursed you to be enamored by me, but she had not cursed you to become a slaughterer! Each action done by you is a result of your pampered lineage! Do not speak to me about love. You are a woman who had cut your kin to pieces and dress up such a vile act as assistance. I had brought you in Helias, guaranteed your fame in the same way I had earned mine. You think the world would know of your name had you not met me? You will not be even a dent in history otherwise, and how did you repay me? By trampling over the meaning of our quest! It is by you that we had obtained the Golden Fleece, but it is also by you that I had been unable to claim the throne that quest was devoted for!"

She found herself trembling. Quite perturbed. Not frightened, but vulnerable. As if each venom in Jason's tongue threatened to dismantle the woman within her all over again.

"I had loved you, truthfully."

Liar. Nothing but falseness in his words. Because he lied so often that he is no longer a man to be trusted even in his genuine honesty.

"And I needed not a Goddess' curse to prove that. In your slaying of Pelias, I had lost all right to reclaim the Iolcus throne, and had earned the ire and disrespect of the Argonauts. You never heard a word from me in spite of it all! I ran away with you, loved you still as I had vowed, treated like a foreigner in my own homeland with no home to call mine. Marrying another woman is so small of a betrayal compared to what you had taken from me!"

Her mind should not stop to reminisce how he placed his lips against hers on the ship's deck. How he had lain with her most nights with anxiousness shored away from his face, eyes gleaming with nothing but fervent love. The vows he announced to the Gods, how proud and victorious he looked when he loudly named her his wife. She must not remember this. She must not even look at it. She cannot take it.

"...the oaths you swore..."

With labored breathing, it was all Medea could reply.

"My oaths?" Jason scoffed, disgusted upon hearing this. "Yes, I had sworn to love you until we are of old age. But see, Medea, it was my mouth that swore, not my soul."

No. She will not hear more of this. No more. Her mind will break again.

Upon meeting Sir Gawain, she had promised herself she will not return to her menacing ways. She will bid goodbye to the woman she became and died as. Jason... Jason will never take this away from her.

So she turned her back with unwavering pride, no longer bothered by the words of an old ghost. She understood that he did not desire to be with her until the end. Why, he was an aging man, with beard and hair as thick as the wall he had placed between them. It was no longer suitable to remain married to a woman who was beginning to appear in the eyes of the mass as more so his child than his beloved wife in comparison.

She must let go. She must not let the past define her present. She must only be happy now, with someone else's devotion towards her. She must only think of the people who love and adore her.

She cannot help it. Her wrathful self will not allow her to leave his sight without a venom matching his own. So with her remained uninhibited, once again, she bit agonizingly into his heart.

"Go home to your wife and bury her."

Then, what occurred from here should have been expected, and yet she found herself utterly at lost for words and reaction to give. She held her swelling cheek and felt the harshness of Jason's touch.

He had slapped her.

He had lain his hand upon her again and without holding his strength back. She turned, idly, to feel delighted in the face he was making. Jason's anger is the only fuel she needed to resume her wickedness. Medea unequipped her robe, the expression upon her face clearing away what remained of her composed self. This mere satisfaction from earning his ire had driven her quite insane.

And his most loathed witch took quick steps to spit more painful words at his face, "HOW DOES IT FEEL?" she questioned him as she glared at him with pleased and insane passion. "TO HAVE MY TEETH IN YOUR HEART?"

And another slap came to greet her skin, this time accompanied with his violent fingers now wrapped around her throat. She once admired how beautiful his hands were. So easy to hold onto things it valued and just as easy to let go of things that were no longer convenient. It coiled so harshly upon her and her back almost shattered the wall she was pinned into. Raised up in the air, her feet could do nothing but feel the strangeness of being afloat without her consent. He had broken the bones of her spine with his spiteful push, but nothing is more painful than watching him laugh at her, so this is the far better outcome.

"YOU WILL NEVER EVER SPEAK OF GLAUCE AGAIN," he warned her, his teeth visibly grating, shockingly audible even. "Like I do not know the telltale from here. My goody two shoes wife had gotten unbearably familiar with another man. So whoring yourself to the King of Athens was not enough for you? If you hadn't been cursed by Aphrodite to become in love with me, for certain you would spread your legs to every man of the Argo just as much."

Right when she had been forgiven by the Gods she disappointed*, once again Medea would fall victim to wrath. She closed her eyes, sorrow leaving her body, only replaced with wrath, and wrath, and wrath all over again.

Thanatos, Hades, Persephone, Nyx and Circe... If you hear me, I know greatly of the evil deed I am about to commit. You shall bear witness to the burning skies ahead. How I shall feed these flames with unparalleled scorn.

In the name of Hecate who had seen in me great possibilities, And remains sheltered within me. I must once again upset you all, for Zeus had granted men knowledge to determine fake gold from true, but never brand a man to warn women that he must be avoided. By Lady Hecate--

No man will cast upon me tremendous pain and live long enough to rejoice about it.

A dagger materialized upon her hand, Rule Breaker, all prepared to bring divine judgement upon the world's most traitorous man. What will she do, a soul bitten into with wrong? She will storm the Gods and shake the universe.

And she would have done so if not for his words which followed.

"Even if you are to kill me in this life, I shall come back and meet your new man. Does he know the immoralities which surrounds you? The amount of dead body upon your hands? How you do not blink and how you sleep so peacefully after a murder? Remember this well whenever you ponder about harming me or touching me with your filthy hands. I will always come back. I will come back and remind you again of what you are, and in this life, Medea, I promise you--

That you will never know happiness once again. I will ruin everything you hold dear, as you had proudly done upon me."

Jason, without care for her well-being, released her and in his frustration kicked her by the waist, nothing but a slump of meat in his eyes. She is the reason for his greatest sorrows, and in turn he is behind her every pain. As Medea crumbled upon the ground, holding herself firmly, she began to soundlessly weep-- pain born from his physical assault and mental torment, though the latter was what she continued to lament. Her past mishaps, the cruelty she had acted upon are things she had prepared herself to tell Sir Gawain personally in the days that she had come to appreciate him. If Jason were to take that right from her, she would demand Zeus to strike her once again for dying would be better than this.

From hereon, she must begin to forget him and his warmth. He cannot know such crimes from someone else's mouth but hers. She will not be able to survive it. His eyes which only looked at her with admiration and appreciation-- If abhorrence were to replace it...

She would... She would...

Once again, she had become Jason's slave.

CONTEXT

*: My Medea interacted to a wide number of Greek God roleplayers in the time I have written her on Twitter and they all seem to have forgiven her for her past crimes and thought her deserving of a place in Elysium.

#d: caster (medea)

2 notes · View notes

comets-inked-on-pages-in-the-sky · 5 years

Text

So Bruce realizes that Red Hood is Jason, maybe its before the whole confrontation, maybe its during, but the point is he realizes this and he panicked just a bit. Because his son, his little boy who he had to bury, is ALIVE. And needs him to get rid of his murderer. But he can't and god does he wish he could. But he cant.

I mean sure, hes capable. It's not like its be that hard. It's honestly a miracle he hasn't accidentally killed the joker already. But to look at the guy who he watched fall further and further and did nothing to help. The guy that once upon a time he wanted to have join him in his crusade. One of two people to have ever held his heart. And kill him? It didn't matter that he'd killed his son. Bruce knew that if he killed John...it would destroy Batman, not the Joker.

So he took the only out he could figure out. He took out Jason's gun, as best he could. His hand was shaking though, and the batarang didnt hit his hand...instead it hit his throat.

And now he was choking.

And the joker was laughing.

He'd fucked up.

And he'd missed.

And jason would never forgive him.

All because he couldn't kill a mass murder.

His sons murderer

Just because he was still in love with the young man who became the joker.

So he knocked the joker out.

And he grabbed them both. His son and the man he once wanted to marry.

And he got them out. And he started bandaging Jason's throat while he waited for gordon to arrive.

It was taking far to long.

But it'd be worse if joh-the joker escaped.

And so he waited.

For 10 agonizing minutes as the police rushed to his location

As he watched the warehouse explode,

Covering jason body with his own.

With Alfred and Tim's help he was able to get jason stable. Dick had gotten the joker to Arkham and secured. Barbara had already signed off and turned in for the night. She'd come over tomorrow. He couldn't deny her the right to see the young man who'd been her little brother for those few years he'd been with them. Moving on autopilot, he sent Tim to bed. The boy needed to sleep more; he should send the boy home he knew, should not keep him here, not when he had a father of his own who Bruce was sure loved him. Even if he never seemed to question where tim was...perhaps he ought to investigate that.

But first to figure out what was wrong with jason. With his middle-youngest child, tim wasn't his no matter how much he wished the boy was.

He knew jason though. It wasn't that much of a stretch to imagine that jason would conclude that the type of criminals he'd been killing needed to be killed. But jason wasn't the sort to leave things to chance. Why would he risk Bruce being able to escape with the joker? Sure he had rigged the building to blow, but obviously it was escpable. And how was he alive for that matter? Bruce had buried him, been forced to bury his 15 year old son.

That was when the phone began to ring.

It was obvious that jason wasn't quite stable, far from it honestly. To be fair, he hadn't been entirely stable when Bruce had adopted him, but nothing like this. Though Bruce supposed it made sense, he'd seen the autopsy report on his son. The amount of trauma he must of gone through at the hands of the joker was immense, not to mention whatever else had happened in the 5 years since then. He must have been so scared to come back and realize the joker was still at large, Bruce thought.

He must have been so scared.

That was it, he realized. If jason was more stable he would have just killed the joker himself. Would have succeeded too. And he should not be proud of that fact, but screw him he was. Jason hadn't wanted to prove a point did he? He needed his dad to make him feel safe again. To get rid of his murderer.

And Bruce couldn't do it. He couldn't keep any of his children safe. He couldn't do anything about the joker. All because he was too weak to admit the man he once loved was gone.

"Master Bruce, the phone."

Oh. He should see what it was. It was so late though? And he needed to figure how he could make his son feel safe, and arrange for him to get help-

"It's Miss Talia, sir. She is quite insistent you speak to her at once."

All at once a memory rose to the surface. Talia had once accused him of not truly loving her, said that he was still in love who ever it was he was with before her. Talia had thought it was Selina. He'd insisted she was wrong. He hadn't been lying. Not exactly anyways. He wasn't in love with Selina, and he did love Talia

So much it hurt sometimes. But she hadn't been wrong about him still being in love with John.

"Beloved. Could you please explain to me, what on Earth possessed you to throw a batarang at our sons throat."

Our son.

Talia had called jason our son. Not his. Not a street rat or mentee or student. Son and hers.

His hand dragged over his face and he laughed hollowly.

"God Talia, I wish I knew."

Silence. She was pissed at him. He couldn't blame her. He could have killed jason...again.

"When I arranged for my father to allow him to return to Gotham I didnt expect you to be happy with me...I didnt expect you to greet him with more hostility then I've seen you show anyone since we were teens either."

"I-" his voice broke.

"Our son needed you to prove he could be safe Beloved...and instead you attacked him."

Her words were the sharpest knives...as always. He had no excuse. He should have found a better way. Should have just admitted that if he tried to killed the joker he would become the joker. He would have had to watch his son destroy his murderer, but that still would have been better than nearly killing his son.

"-oved?"

Talia was still talking. She was scolding him he was sure. Trying to convince him he needed to kill. And he probably should have. If it had been anyone else he would have. If it'd been anyone else he probably would have killed them years ago. All because over a decade ago he sent a man he loved down a path that destroyed him, he couldn't protect his son.

"Bruce!"

"You asked me once if I loved you."

She was silent.

"I told you I did. But I lied when I said I didnt love anyone else."

"You think I didnt know Beloved? I know that Selina managed-"

"It isn't Selina."

"Beloved?"

"After,

After I returned to Gotham, but before I adopted Dick, i met this guy. He, he was so bright. He was everything I wasn't...and I fell in love.

But I fucked up Talia.

I fucked up, and I got him hurt and...

And he lost it. And I told him not to get help and I tried to bring him into my life.

And..."

"It didnt go well."

"No. It didn't.

And then 2 years later I attended this performance and watched a young couple fall to their death-"

"And ended up adopting their son and roping him into your crusade."

"Yes, and the young man I was still in love with accepted it. He told Dick to stay out of the way and shooed him out of the room when we fought.

1 note · View note