#“actual toddler” ffs jason you are NINETEEN

[thecrimsonhelmet]

Late Night Phone Calls ❛ Promise me you won't tell a single soul what I'm about to say. ❜

She can’t see it, what with the helmet currently covering his entire head, but Jason’s raising an eyebrow at her. Bold of her to assume Jason will even keep his word, should he give it, depending on what she tells him. Bold of her to assume Jason cares about not hurting her feelings, if that happens.

Bold of her to assume Jason actually gives a shit about whatever it is she has to say.

He turns his head slowly to look her over, resisting the urge to scoff. Batman’s newest little Robin. What is this, number five? Six? Seventeen? The man’s collecting them like freaking Pokémon.

Whatever. Not Jason’s problem.

What is his problem is the fact that they all seem to fucking flock to him, for some goddamn reason. Him. Jason Peter Todd, aka the Red Hood. The guy that likes to use guns and has been known to put heads in duffle bags when he wants to make a point. The guy that’s tried to kill a Bat or Bird on more than one occasion. The guy that still kills occasionally, when he thinks the situation calls for it. The guy that’s probably one episode of Pit Madness away from getting thrown in Arkham.

And still they seem to seek him out on patrol and show up in his safehouses, begging for food like stray dogs. (That one’s on him, though. He should’ve never caved and cooked for Dick the first time it’d happened; everyone knows that if you feed them they just keep coming back.) Sure, he’s gone mostly non-lethal these days and he’s mostly gotten over his murderous feelings towards the family. Sure, he’s currently trying to play nice with them and he’s got that green-tinted rage inside of him almost totally under control. But there’s no way they’ve just forgotten his past actions. There’s no way they’re just…over it.

And yet, Jason’s found himself on baby-Bird-sitting duty tonight. Honestly, there are so many better uses of his time, and literally any of the others (including Tim) would be a better role model for this actual toddler. But here they are, and she’s all but asking him to pinky swear he’ll keep a secret while they stakeout a warehouse, and he can’t just make it easy on her, can he? So, he lets his lips pull into a smirk and tilts his head to one side. “Depends. What’s in it for me?”

@thegirlwondcr (x)