#Jason is conflicted

[bluerosefox]

GHOSTS WITH HEARTBEATS

When Jason had been going to Gotham Academy, he had (for a good reputation for the media and to help him catch up on his penmanship, remember he had been on the streets and dropped out of school before getting picked up by Bruce for a while) signed up for a penpal project for 'less privileged people' to write to.

(Although Jason was annoyed the penpal project stayed within the states and only selected a middle of nowhere town, he knew the Richie Rich Elites would never subjugate their 'Heirs' to actual kids in need of learning how to read and write)

But Jason didn't mind his penpal.

Danny Fenton was a riot to talk, err write to in all honestly.

From his dry punny humor (and boy can he give even Dick a run for his money in the pun department but hey using some of them actually got Dick to warm up to him a few missions ago) and death jokes so many death jokes, to his nerdy love for space Jason enjoyed writing to Danny.

Even the short stories he would write about a ghost kid protecting a small town from other ghosts was interesting to read. He really liked the different kinds of ghosts there could be. Granted some seemed very OP like that Clockwork dude.

Jason liked writing to Danny, and even after the penpal project was over they had plans to keep sending letters, maybe even exchange numbers soon...

But then he died by the hands of the Joker.

The letters leaving Wayne Manor may had decreased but the letters being sent never did or at least until a few years ago.

Then Jason somehow returned to the land of the living.

Got taken by the LoA, tossed in the green waters and turned into their Pit Raged weapon for a while before leaving them behind and setting out for his revenge against the Joker and to force B's hand.

And becoming a Crime Boss for a while too. Can't forget that.

Point being with all this going on, the old warm memories of exchanging letters with Danny Fenton was pushed into the back of his mind and forgotten about for a while.

It isn't until one afternoon at Wayne Manor that while roughhousing with Dick, who had Jason in a brotherly headlock as they walked down a hall to one of the sitting rooms, that while Jason had slipped out of Dick's hold had stumbled into a hallway desk that had a few things on the top of it, one of the things being a small box that tumbled off when Jason hit it.

The box lid opened and out of it spilled out a good number of letters.

"Shiii-p, dang it Dick!" Jason said when he looked at the mess he accidentally made and stopped himself from swearing, the place might be named Wayne Manor but everyone knew this was Alfie's domain and no swearing was a rule within his halls.

Dick only laughed and teased only in a way a sibling can do "Hey not my fault your as big as a tank Jaybird! We should get you some caution signals if you keep bumping into things!"

Jason flipped him his favorite finger, thankfully Alfred only knew when they swore thus it did not summon him, and bent down to the letters.

His hands froze when he recognized the hand writing and the address it was sent from.

"From: Danny Fent Nightingale

Amity Park, IL"

To: Jason Todd-Wayne

Gotham City, NJ.

Wayne Manor"

And when Jason opened the letter. He really wasn't expecting what was written inside.

"Jason.

I'm finally leaving Amity Park. I can't be there anymore, not after everything. I'm too tired, and emotionally hurt. Everything is just to much. And I can't keep doing this to myself. My parents still can’t understand there is nothing ‘wrong’ with me or why I refuse to let them take care of Ellie, I refuse to let her live the way Jazz and I did, Jazz has to much on her plate already with her own life and college but she’s been hounding me to reach out to mom and dad, Sam refuses to listen to me when I tell her I want to be more than ‘Phantom’ in Amity Park, and Tucker is so busy trying to get into a good college and job we barely have time to talk nowadays. And don’t get me started on Vlad, that fruitloop’s been breathing down my neck since Ellie’s deaging.

Despite how much of a hellhole you like to call it, I think Gotham might be my, no mine and Ellie’s best bet of living some kind of life, especially now since the whole deaging she had to go through, she needs an ectoplasm rich city as well and since she has no actual papers because she was my clone and I remember you saying Gotham has people who can create new identities and-

I’m rambling again, to letter you again. I really need to stop it.

I can’t keep pretending you’re going to read these.

I know you’ll never read these. You’re gone. I can’t even find you in the Realms no matter where I look.

I’m sorry. For using you as, well, a way to vent my life for last couple of years. I shouldn’t had done it but it helped me.

Believing my friend was still alive and getting my letters I mean.

Again I’m sorry.

This will be my last letter to your ghost, pun unintended.

Goodbye Jason. Wish us luck in your city.

-Danny Fen-Nightingale...."

The sent date on the letter was roughly eight years ago.

[jason-todds-coffin]

Prompt

When Jason dies he isn’t expecting to wake up again especially not as a baby but weird things happen all the time and he can’t help but enjoy the love he gets from his new parents. Fast forward to when he’s 6 years old and his parents drop him off at his aunt and uncle’s house because they are going on a trip. His stay at his aunt and uncle’s house becomes permanent when his parents die in a plane crash. Now he’s 15 years old and just got bitten by a spider which gave him superpowers.

Jason is reincarnated as Peter Parker which changes everything and nothing.

[leoleolovesdc]

Cass and Jason dynamic, but because their morals are so conflicting they pretend not to know each other’s secret identites for the family’s sake

Harper: How can you just talk to Jason when you beat the shit out of him just last night?

Cass: What do you mean?

Harper: C’mon, Cass! You literally broke his helmet!

Cass: No, I broke Red Hood’s helmet.

Harper:

Cass:

Jason: Mornin’. Y’all doing alright?

Cass: Good morning, Jay.

Harper: I-

Harper: Forget it. I’d rather not ask.

Or even them in the batcave getting ready for patrol:

Jason: See you later, Cass.

Cass: Later.

Cass: [Looks away and puts her Batgirl mask]

Jason: [Puts his helmet on and turns to face her]

Cass: Red Hood.

Jason: Batgirl.

[nerdpoe]

Sam is fucking done.

She moved to Gotham because fucking obviously she would. It even has the name "Goth" in it. She loves it, it's a crazy place; not as crazy as Amity, but crazy enough to stave off the homesickness.

She's actually met Ivy, and very nearly embarrassed herself asking for an autograph.

She loves Gotham.

It feels like she was always meant to be there; she's not out of place, she's not too violent for them, her grave humor is appreciated and her coworkers say she's the funniest person in office.

But there was one aspect of Gotham she was done with.

The fucking Bats landing on the fucking roof of her penthouse at three in the morning to chat. They stomped around, their voices kept waking her up (thanks liminally enhanced hearing!), and worst of all; they chipped one of the gargoyles that stood over her bedroom window with a grappling hook.

So she resorted to petty revenge. She voluntarily lost sleep to do it.

She hid on her own roof, and snapped pictures of the Bats nonstop. Of Batman specifically, since he'd started the whole vigilante thing with them and it was entirely his fault.

Then, she photoshopped the ears off of Batman's costume.

She posted them on a blog she forced Tucker to make her (secured, isolated, untraceable), wiped the metadata with a program also from Tucker, and uploaded them. Every night.

It gets addicting.

Soon, she's made it a hobby. She stays out and stalks the Big Bad Bat, taking unflattering photos of him and removing the ears in Photoshop, and posting them on the now very popular blog.

It comes to a head one night when Batman is being forced to choose between two of the Bats, the blue one and the short red one, and he's clearly actually distraught at the choice.

Fuck.

She's gonna have to get involved.

[mysterycitrus]

i fear i am thinking about the unintentional comedy of the outlaws again because why would the alien princess of a warrior race and a former government agent who’ve both led the titans and worked with the league willingly follow the leadership of a nepo hire with no managerial experience

[not-another-robin]

I had a vision

[marvins-flat-tie]

Bawling my eyes out rn

[adelinamoteru]

its kinda crazy that yall will apply real world politics and situations to gotham when it comes to jason and his ‘vigilantism’, but never choose to take that angle when analyzing any other bat character’s

brother eye from batman? hello? does constant nonconsensual surveillance seem like an ethical way to keep an eye on supposed allies or stop crime in real life? does beating people up until they comply with u (under fucking duress) seem like the ethical way to produce testimonies and confessions?

but nah, one speech from jason in utrd and yall are up in arms about how nothing he’s saying is actually conducive to lowering crime rates.

at the end of the day, it doesn’t fucking matter who’s right and who’s wrong regarding these morals in real life because the dc universe is so fucking far from reality in the crime that the justice system has to deal with. there is no point in arguing a reality standpoint if its not going to be applied to vigilantism in the bat comics as a whole.

and on the topic of fiction, the willful ignorance as to how jason’s story also portrays a victims revenge/justice is just boring at this point. how are themes in a narrative not coming through to you. especially when doing literature analysis for any of these comics.

[betterthanbatman1]

There’s something so beautiful yet so chilling about this.

We’re so used to seeing Bruce lash out at Jason. It’s always the same thing between the two:

Bruce goes to stop Jason.

Jason throws a punch saying “he deserved to die”.

Bruce retaliates and beats Jason up saying “you don’t get to decide that. You’re no better than the criminals. Get out of my city.”

Jason says something along the lines of “This isn’t only your city. You had Alfred and money to support you growing up but some people (me) had nothing”

Jason ends up leaving feeling like a worthless piece of shit & continues to hate Batman (& associates), as Bruce continues his mission.

What we never get is them talking to each other. Yes they exchange words, but they never talk. It’s always punch first, talk later. (Rhato #25 my beloathed)

In this panel, Bruce kneels down to be eye to eye with Jason (so much different than when he normally talks down to him). He removes his mask to show Jason that this is Bruce and what he’s doing is focusing on Jason and not on the mission.

He explains what he’s doing and reassures Jason of that: “This isn’t punishment, Jason. I love you”.

Now on the other hand, this is really fucked up. Because Jason is so used to hearing about how he’s screwed up big time and how he’s gone off the rails. What he doesn’t expect is for Bruce to say ‘I love you’ twice, whilst Jason is so vulnerable.

Bruce could beat Jason up and he could send him to Arkham or Blackgate. But he chooses to give Jason a new life in a different city where he won’t have to face the harsh consequences of his actions. What Bruce is showing here is love. At least that’s how Jason should see it. Because his dad isn’t fighting him and isn’t locking him up for murdering people. “I love you Jason but you’re a murderer”.

Now obviously Bruce is not a loving father here since he literally poisoned his son. I just thought it was really interesting to see the juxtaposition between ‘Bruce acting/speaking so kind and endearingly to his clearly struggling son’, with the ‘harshness of his actions towards his son (drugging Jason with fear toxin)’. As well as comparing that to the Bruce we’re so used to seeing face off with Jason.

You see this panel and you feel for both of them. It looks heartwarming to see the way Bruce is talking to Jason. But then when you know what Bruce has done, you feel anger, hate, or simply just knowing this is wrong. There’s so much manipulation from Bruce, that this whole story arc just leaves you feeling conflicted.

I just think that this was quite well done from both the writing and the artwork

[arguablysomaya]

i was pro reconciliation but now jason is beyond justified if he killed bruce in cold fucking blood, let alone never talked to him for the rest of time

[roseworth]

SICK AND DERANGED

[broken-egg-yolk-blog]

modern au where actually almost everything stays the same at the end of BoO except leo lives and they just all get to spend the rest of the summer having fun and being teenagers at camp.

[dreaming-tonite]

Hello, I loved what you wrote about JasonX innocent virgin reader, could you do one like that with Dick GraysonX innocent virgin reader please!!!!

Warning: f!reader, first time, oral sex, fingering

Word count: 800

Dick would simply be the sweetest if you told him, midst making out on his lap, that you’ve never done anything like this before. Silly you, of course he could tell already! With your face so flushed and hands fumbling at his shirt just from some minor touching, it didn’t take him much guesses to figure out that you never went much further from here.

But you have nothing to worry about when you are with Dick. After all, he’d always taken such good care of you, hadn’t he?

He didn’t mind the way you clung to him desperately as he gently kissed his way down your neck (the first time he had gone below your jaw, may you add). In fact, it might have made him gloat a little when he could feel your body heating up at all the sweet nothings he mumbled against your skin as he licked and nibbled, large palms caressing the side of your thighs until he coaxed you to spread your legs for him.

Dick cooed when you twitched, your fingers clawing at the sheets as the pad of his middle finger traced the shape of your folds clinging to your cotton panties, a wet patch already forming on the fabric.

“Here,” he mused, taking you by the wrist and guiding your palm to the nape of his neck, where you instinctively started playing with his curls nervously, “here, here.”

He bit back a moan when you fisted his hair unexpectedly upon the feeling of his thumb pressing down on your clit, a charming smile tugging at his lips when he flicked against the hardened bud softly over the fabric.

“Come on,” you buried your face into the crook of his neck as he hooked his finger into the elastic, his nail dragging alone your hips,” let’s take these off, yeah?”

Your pussy twitched at the vibration from the back of his throat, the stickiness evident against your skin as he peeled your underwear off.

“Dick…” you hid your face in embarrassment when he laid you on the mattress and trailed kisses along your abdomen, his handsome face now hovering above your bare cunt.

“Sh…” you could only see the wiggling of his eyebrows, but the breath fanning against your core still had your legs threatening to clamp tight around his shoulders, “lay back baby. Promise I’ll take good care of you, yeah?”

And Dick would never be mean to you, he couldn’t bring himself to be, even though the thought of making you squirm and sob while he forces your legs open does send a mischievous spark down his spine, that would be for later. For now, all he wanted was to make sure that his sweet little princess would be seeing heaven by the time he was done.

So focused, in fact, that he did not even notice that his skilful tongue and nimble fingers were far too much for you to handle.

He was slow and gentle at first, starting with languish licks along your sopping folds and tiny circles on your clit. But the first, real moan you let out put him in a trance, and he was far too tempted by the urge to hear more to notice your legs kicking and back arching off the mattress in orgasmic bliss.

Again, and again, and again.

One finger turned into two fingers scissoring against your walls, while his thumb tugged at the hood that covered your sensitive clit, his supple lips sucking and licking and kissing at the engorged bud. The hair at the back of your neck stood up when he slurped at the juices that ran down your thigh, his tongue only stopping when he was lapping up your arousal.

It felt so good it almost hurt, and you didn’t even know that you could cum so many times in a row.

He hadn’t even gotten to the actual sex yet, and you were already on the verge of tears.

“Dick, Dick!”

His name came out of your mouth as a pleading mewl, and he finally stopped. You gulped at the sight of your release glistening on his face, the wetness covering his strong jaw and lips. You could almost cum again just from the way his piercing blue eyes stared at you in earnest hunger from between your legs.

Your walls pulsed when he pulled his fingers out, and your face heated up when you saw the silver stringers that coated the slender digits as he spread them.

You already wanted him bad, but your body ached for him when he darted his tongue out and licked each of his soaked fingers clean, lips pulling away with a lewd “pop”.

“Please?” You tried your best to keep your wobbly legs open, batting your eyes at him in a silent plea.

Needless to say, Dick Grayson never needs you to ask twice for anything.

[aroaceleovaldez]

listen I know everybody makes Orpheus and Eurydice quest aus of Nico bringing Jason back BUT we already did Orpheus and Eurydice in canon like at least three times (Nico bringing Percy to the Styx, Nico bringing back Hazel, and Piper in general is Orpheus as an Argonaut) AND we are missing the much simpler canon-established method.

Remember the whole soul-trade thing Nico was doing in BoTL that got dropped completely? Even though it was like the entire subplot with Minos?

The requirement is a soul that has cheated death for a soul that has died. Now, quickly ignoring the convenient emperors running around who very much cheated death and the entire main conflict in TOA is Apollo trying to get rid of them. There are a ton of escaped souls from the whole Doors of Death/Thanatos getting captured thing. They're just kind of around. A lot of them were in the Giant Army but not all of them and a good number of them are random mortals and they're just. Somewhere.

So that's two loose plot threads: Nico is 100% fully aware of a completely Underworld-Legal method for bringing people back from the dead and there's an absolute ton of random souls-who-cheated-death running around who knows where completely unaddressed. Also, we know from BoO that Nico has changed his stance since BoTL and is now completely down for some murder.

Now, is there a very compelling plot within there about Nico and his sense of Underworld justice/Nico's morals and how he views the situation (insert the "That word ['please'] didn’t make sense to Nico. The Underworld had no mercy. It only had justice." quote from BoO of Nico killing Bryce while he's begging for mercy here.) vs Jason's own sense of justice/morals and the knowledge that Nico 100% actually murdered somebody to bring him back. THAT'S FASCINATING. It's a good conflict for a story and it ties up loose threads! We don't need to invent new mechanics the worldbuilding writes the plot all on it's own.

[temperamentalaquarius]

Whew, gotta say that the pre-crisis version of Dick happily passing on Robin to Jason is not better than the post-crisis version in any way, shape, or form. In pre-crisis Dick is essentially a cardboard cutout of a character when he hands Jason Robin, but in post-crisis he reacts like a person? He's insecure with his place as Bruce's son, hurt that Bruce gave something of his away without even asking, worried about this kid who isn't ready, and he eventually just has to swallow it all because there's no other choice. Ignoring the fact that the pre-crisis version hasn't been canon in like 40 yrs and features a Jason that does not at all resemble the current JTodd from aesthetics to origin, it literally strips a layer of complexity from Dick's character and from the Jason and Dick relationship as a whole?

I mean, imo, the most interesting(and hardest to resolve)piece of Jason and Dick's relationship is the way post-crisis hand off ties into Jason's post death motivations and Dick's reaction to them. Even with the pre-crisis way Robin was passed down, if Jason had died he probably would still have blamed Dick for not pushing back against Bruce- which to be clear is one of his primary reasons for hating Dick originally, as he despised him since he viewed Dick as Bruce's "yes" man. However, with the post-crisis version, Dick is now forced to contend with the fact that he saw Jason's death coming and didn't push hard enough to stop it. Post-crisis Dick assumes a much more active role in Jason's death, earned or not because he was the voice of reason.

The cherry on top is that using the pre-crisis version of this is that it does the annoying thing of detaching Dick from Robin as if it didn't matter to him like it did to the others. It just kind of sucks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[gecemi09]

Sometimes I have conflicting headcanons and that's okay. They exist in schrodinger's state of being at the same time