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During one of the missions, Jason gets hit with a new serum; not exactly a truth one, rather the one that doesn't allow a person to control their process of thinking. They just vocalise all their thoughts all together.

"Fuck, I forgot to buy milk... Wait, am I babysitting Laura's kid this Friday or next one? Urgh, Tim was right, I should get myself a Google Calendar, this is getting embarrassing... Fuck, Tim. I need to deal with the intel he sneaked me behind Bruce's back... Fuck, whoops—"

It took some time for Bruce to chase away the rest of the family from the Batcave. Jason insisted that if they are going to stick up and try to make fun of him, he will either open shooting right there or just return home. And he really, really wanted to help his son this time. So he shooed his kids away and promised not to interact with Jason and his vortex of thoughts until he finishes with an antidote.

"Ignore it, old man," Jason sighs, rubbing his face. "Of course, you won't. You only ignore when it is stuff related to me."

Bruce sighs back.

In all truth, all this thing is a little bit of a... delight. He hadn't heard his son speaking so much since he was fifteen, and... well. He misses it. A lot.

From the other side, he is a little bit concerned about the amount of dark thoughts in the back of his head. For example, when they hauled him in the car, he kept reminiscing of vans back in the Crime Alley.

It is either this or casual thoughts about his daily life. Or quotes from somewhere.

He can relate to the chaos in Jason's head for the most of it. It is also not surprising at all that he always complains about headaches — is his head ever rests with this train of intangible thoughts?

"I hate being stuck in the cave. And this stupid memorial is still here," Jason groans. Bruce's eyes automatically dart towards the mentioned memorial, mentally making a note to, perhaps, finally, hide it away somewhere. Or break. "I wish I could kill myself."

Bruce pauses. His fingers freeze above the keyboard, shoulders tensing, and it takes everything not to turn around to face Jason.

"They should invent suicide for these, who keep coming back alive," Jason jokes — because it is a joke, he laughs at it — but Bruce feels his heart stopping for a second, because... because if Jason jokes about it, then it means he tried it before.

"What?"

He knows he promised not to answer to Jason right now. But strangled words escape his mouth before he can realise it.

"Jason—"

He feels his son flinching behind him. Perhaps, he hadn't even realise that he said until now, because for a minute there is nothing but a string of repetitive curses, all over again. And then Jason just pinches his shoulder, voice heavy:

"Work. Dad."

For the next hour, Jason does nothing but feverishly read aloud books around the Batcave, desperately trying to muffle down any personal thoughts.

Bruce finishes working on the antidote when Jason is on the thirty page of Damian's forgotten biological book. The lump in his throat doesn't disappear for the rest of the night, even when Jason storms out of the cave with a rushed gratitude.

No one asks what had happened.

Bruce silently shatters the old memorial the same night.

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having depression makes your friends seem like the coolest most put together people on earth like wow... you got out of bed, had breakfast, went to work, AND spent some time on a hobby when you got home....? that's so impressive you're like superman or something. can i borrow your power.

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JASON MF TODD

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top 3 places to bleed out:

1. the snow

2. your lover/best friend/homoerotic comrade’s arms

3. bathroom floor

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Dick and Tim wanting desperately to connect and reconnect with Jason after he comes back as Red Hood and after 4 hours of gossiping and debating on the best way to convince him to hang out with them they decide to start getting kidnapped and held hostage as civilians in Hood’s territory, their thinking being that if it’s in Crime Alley he can’t ignore it and if it’s their civilian identities then they can’t ‘get themselves out of trouble’ and Jason KNOWS this so he’d have to show up and help them. so they just start throwing themselves into danger as often as possible to force Jason into interacting with them and try to trick him into having a conversation after the rescue in the hopes that he’ll start to like them eventually. the only problem is Hood is treating it as work he has to do, and so he literally just busts in, shoots the kidnappers, then silently unties them and leaves to go run his next errand/work his next case.

And then one day.

Dick, chained to a pillar: this time he’ll have to talk to us, i literally got tortured slightly! he HAS to ask if i’m ok

Tim, chained to the other side: yeah i still think letting them break your leg was a bit far.

*Red Hood and Robin bust in together*

Dick:

Tim:

Tim: hey you see him too right

Dick: why the fuck is Damian with him

*after they’ve been freed*

Damian: hurry up Todd, the imbeciles can get themselves home. our reservation is in ten minutes.

Jason: are you sure Dick can even walk-?

Dick, completely ignoring his injuries: WHY IS DAMIAN WITH YOU?!?!!

Damian and Jason: *look at each other confused*

Jason: …because we’re about to get lunch and then go to a museum?

Tim: why the fuck will you hang out with HIM and not US?!?!

Jason:

Damian: what on earth are you two talking about?

Jason: because he invited me? i mean, you guys could come if you want it’s just the reservation was made for two and it’s at this fancy ass place that doesn’t take changes closer than a month before-

Damian, nodding: we have been wanting to go there for a while-

Jason: -s’ really fancy-

Dick and Tim:

Dick: wait wait wait. if you’re fine hanging out with us, why do you always ignore us when we try to talk to you!!?!

Jason:

Jason: wdym?

Tim: we’ve been getting kidnapped in the alley like every week for the past three months and we don’t even have your number!

Jason:

Jason:

Jason, baffled:

Damian: did you ever actually ask for his number, Drake?

Tim:

Dick:

Tim and Dick: oh.

just everybody assuming that because Jason doesn’t wanna acknowledge Bruce’s existence that means he also hates his siblings, when in reality he thinks his relationship with his brothers is chill, and Damian’s the only one to really clock that no, Jason isn’t avoiding them, he’s just…. really antisocial and doesn’t think to do stuff with people unless they reach out to him explicitly clear that they Want To Spend Time Together so it’s literally just like

Dick, in tears: my little brother HATES ME

Jason: yeah me and Dick are real close. why haven’t i talked to him for two weeks? uh…. i mean. i just don’t have anything to say? nothing relevant to him has happened so i haven’t thought to. why?

Damian remembers that time when Talia presumed Jason dead after sending him off to train with a reminder to ‘keep her updated’ and then getting radio silence for four months. he finally shows back up one day all casual and is genuinely baffled when Talia yells at him

‘I SAID KEEP ME UPDATED JASON. WE ONLY JUST GOT YOU BACK I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD AGAIN’

‘oh my b. in my defence i was busy training and like. you already knew i was training. so it didn’t seem relevant?’

‘you can’t have ONLY trained’

‘i mean no i had evenings and weekends off. but i was just playing chess online- did you know you can play against the computer? it’s addictive as fuck-‘

Damian got to Gotham and his first priority was ‘text Todd because by GOD i know he won’t remember to text me.’

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gatitosentimental

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There is a specific thing that I love the most in Jason Todd centric fics — the slow build-up of the trust between him and his family members once things start fixing.

Not an instant "We talked once and hugged him, all good now", but the "Yeah, we just spoke, and things seem clearer, but I am still guarded and distrusting, so nothing special happens", because, honestly, with the amount of trauma it won't work otherwise.

Give me more Jason, who is not used to hugs and touches — who flinches if his family initiates it or just freezes awkwardly, not really responding back. Give me more Jason, who still carefully picks out what to say to his family — he bothers to filter his thoughts now, since they have a truce, but he still doesn't trust them with everything; especially his feelings. The Batfam, who is happy at changes at first, until they realise that they are not moving anywhere forward, they are just stuck on neutral point — they still don't know much about Jason, and he still feels tense around them. Jason, who is too afraid to move their relationship anywhere further, because he can't risk ruining a fragile peace now. So, he overthinks his actions and what to say (would Bruce be mad if he knew that I got involved with helping juvenile kids, does he still think that I am a bad influence? Will Dick get sad if he finds out I am hanging out with Roy and Kory again? Will Tim and Damian—) and chooses to stay silent. Too quiet. Almost shy.

It is an unfamiliar sight for the others, but Bruce stares at him, seeing the freshly adopted Jason again, too cautious and scared, afraid of being thrown back on the streets.

And he thinks it was easier to deal with it when he wasn't the one to cause these intrusive thoughts.

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I think, the most devastating fact about Jason Todd is the fact that he is not hunted by the ghost of the Joker, or by Bruce, or even by Tim's existence - he is hunted by his own ghost, by the ghost of a little boy, who jumps around impatiently as he searches magic in the simplest things that bring him joy

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Freshly adopted Jason, who is so used to taking care of his mother that the first morning in the manor, he wakes up in early hours to cook for Bruce, too.

Logically speaking, he understands that Bruce doesn't need it — he is a healthy adult, and they have Alfred — but it is six in the morning, and his mind is foggy, so he just follows his instincts. Maybe he does not even realise that mom is not here, after all.

Alfred finds him in the weakly dimmed kitchen when he finishes his walk around the Manor before starting with his chores. He is amused at first, stopping quietly behind the child. He is doing great (that's a surprise since Dick intentionally just stirred more trouble), and Alfred can't help but smile a little.

'Good morning, master Jason. If you are hungry, you should wake me up the next time. I promise to take care of you.'

Jason blinks owlishly, still awfully sleepy. His eyes are barely opened, his hands working on the automat.

'Breakfast,' he mumbles, frowning a little. 'For mom- I mean, for dad.'

Alfred's smile falters. His original impression shifts in a late realisation.

Oh.

'Master Jason, you shouldn't really-'

'Finished,' he yawns, putting a one — just one, nothing for himself at all — plate in front of Alfred.

It is a very simple dish, scrambled eggs with some black paper and toasted bread — but not even made in a toaster, just on the pan; this kid probably doesn't know how to use toasters. It smells nice, Alfred compliments mentally.

'Can you-' He yawns. 'Pass to-'

And then little Jason falls asleep helplessly, falling right in Alfred's arms. He catches him, of course. This boy weighs nothing at all.

'Hey, Al,' Bruce sticks his head in the kitchen, no less sleepy. 'What is going on?'

Alfred explains to Bruce what happened, and he is no less distraught. He helps him to put Jason in the bed and eats all the breakfast he prepared, with a mixture of delight and despair.

And when Jason wakes up, embarrassed by the faint memories of the early morning, Alfred puts a big plate in front of him, filled with so much food that his big blue eyes light up instantly.

'Bon appetite, master Jason,' he smiles. 'Your cooking had passed my personal standards for a cook. You are a good soldier.'

Jason giggles, his mouth already stuffed with bacon.

'That I am.'

And that he always will be.

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oh thank god bro i thought jason was allergic to serving cunt

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“I’m just gettin’ started bub. ⭐️”

Haven’t posted in a while! BUT I SAW DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE YIPPE!! ⭐️

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a doodle of Bruce hugging his beloved son

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I wish there was a comic where the Joker just goes quiet for a while and starts torturing and breaking everyone mentally little by little and with them the reader (maybe someone dies suc1d3, maybe Dick or idk) and then turns around and speaks directly to the audience and makes a speech on the weakness of the real world and the cruelty of the human mind. I think it’ll be cool.

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This was basically the whole plot of the movie

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some jasons and damians thats been piling up :]

(and tim and alfred the cat)