#Jason Todd Appreciation Society

[thatscribblingrat]

i like it when the big man does domestic shit

[strawberrytalia]

He def would read Toni Morrison too!!!!!!!

I know everyone headcanon Jason as loving Pride & Prejudice and Shakespeare but I feel as though once he’s resurrected, he finds solace in the Gothic. Dracula, Dorian Grey, Jekyll & Hyde, Wuthering Heights, and especially *especially* Frankenstein.

He’s trying to come to terms with this new body, this resurrection of body but torture of the mind, his loneliness and feelings of being outcast and unloved by his “Creator” (aka father).

He has a tattered copy of Frankenstein with sticky notes and highlighter and pen smeared across the pages sitting on his nightstand.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Platonic Yandere Jason w/ Batsis darling

A/N: This is supposed to be post death and all that.. Like he's just trying to integrate back into his family and society but it's been hell. His batsis is the one thing that is actually helping him through it thus becoming over attached. He's obsessed with being normal again..for you. (Any Jason Todd)

Warnings: Rather soft yandere actually. but i guess obsession and possessive tendencies.

Requests: always open. please read pinned post which is the masterlist

Masterlist

Yandere Jason Todd who finds an immeasurable amount of comfort and stability in his Batsis. He doesn't particularly understands or even knows why he does but he does.

He still feels awkward and out of place with the rest of batfam. He feels anxious, judged and annoyed around them. It overwhelms him and stresses him to the point of mental breaks. But you ground him. You don't make sudden movements or loud sounds. You don't ask invasive questions or bring up past memories. You're gentle and mindful of him.

The others try bonding but they never fail to eventually overstep boundaries and cause more wounds. He's appreciative of you.

Yandere Jason who cannot help but get possessive over you. He hates when his other siblings command your attention over his. It boils him. I like to think he's constantly comparing himself to them. How normal and fun they are in contrast. He wants to be just like them and do fun things again...but he just cant...not yet. He especially despises Dick and just how pretty and perfect his older brother is. This often causes fights between the two. You and him have tons of inside jokes, secret handshakes and hangouts often. Jay wants that too.

Jason is fearful of going in public with you. He's been craving that local diner spot and love to treat you as a thank you but he doesn't want the stares. He's riddled with scars and looms over everything. He really don’t want his sis to be ridiculed and questioned on his behalf.

Jay tries his best to keep you locked in the house with him. He tries pulling you away from them as much as possible but he feels guilty. This is a miserable life and he doesn't want that was misery on you too, but he just cannot bear you being with them instead. Sometimes he'll offer to sneak out late at night and hang on rooftops with you, but he knows it's nothing compared to the arcades and parties you're missing out on.

He does try very hard to come out of his shell on your birthdays or times like Christmas ect.. He wants to be a good brother and give back how kind you've been towards him. Whatever will make you happy, he'll power through it.

Yandere Redhood who goes after the people that make you cry or feel unsafe. He knows what he promised Bruce but it's to keep is sibling safe. Bruce would understand if he went through even half of the traumatic experiences he did. You have to cut off potential threats at the roots. That's how you prevent lunatics like the joker and to keep souls like you pure.

Yandere Jason Todd who is adorably obsessed with your room. He hasn't done much decorating to his. It's boring and bland, he doesn't remember much of what he liked as a kid before everything happened. But yours is covered in personality. Books, figures, plushies and tons of posters...it's cute. He likes it a lot. Sometimes he just sits in there, even when you're not home because it makes him feel nostalgic? In a good way, it gives him a warm glimpse into what his life could've been as a teen/young adult. Plus it's filled with all the things you love which by default he loves it too. I like to think he steals trinkets from your room that you love the most when he's anxious.

Like you've come home before to him in the corner of his room with one of your big plushies in his arms during an episode. It smells like you it grounds him back into reality. Whatever he's seeing in his head isn't real, but you are. You signify safety.

Yandere Jason who mimics anything you do to learn how to act normal. He doesn't mean to but he spends so much time either with you or lurking near by. Your food options are a major thing is copies. He's often overwhelmed by the many choices in store so when he's hungry, he'll just pick up anything he's remembered you eating. Even if he didn’t like it much.

He doesn't realizes these habits are a bit strange. enviably, one of the other siblings poke fun at him for how his face scrunches up at the taste of your favorite snack. They laughed how he should just get things he likes instead of trying to copy you all the time. They weren't trying to be cruel, just playing like siblings do but it made his world crumble. Was that really strange? Jason didn't mean to make you feel weird. Did you feel weirded out by it, have you been telling the other siblings how bothered you were by his antics?

"Jason, its okay. It's seriously not a big deal, it's slightly odd but i don't mind." You tried reassuring him but it just confirmed his thoughts.

You did think it was weird. That he was weird. You laugh about him behind his back all the time, don’t you?

He knows he's a bit off the drum. He knows he's an embarrassment but a deluded part of him thought maybe the difference wasn't as big as he made it out to be. It was just paranoia. guess..not. He's shattered. His one safe space wasn't real. He wasn’t good enough like the others….yet.

Yandere Jason has to become like a normal brother for you. He needs to be like Dick and Tim. He needs you to think he's cool and fun to be around. He needs to be a good brother...one you're not weirded out by.

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(The title is, obviously, a joke. I am writing this. Just not letting it stress me! It will get a real title when it goes up on Ao3.)

Ship: Dead on Main, Danny Fenton/Jason Todd CW: (updating as the series continues) Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Minor Injuries

Someone moved into the apartment below Jason's- an apartment that wasn't for rent. Turns out that Danny is is an absolute disaster with the self-preservation skills of a wet paper bag. He's also adorable. Jason takes it on himself to look out for Danny- both as himself and as Red Hood. What Jason could never have expected was for Danny to have plans of his own- plans that involve dating both of Jason's personas. The Goons™️think this is amazing. Good on the Boss and the Boss's boy toy for getting a twink!

All parts are being posted here on Tumblr in their first draft version. This fic is being posted out of order as inspiration strikes. There will be an update given when it goes live on Ao3.

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Timeline- subject to change and my whims:

I'm (not) writing this hella out of order, as scenes and polls want to be written (the bastards)

Jason discovers Danny

Accidental Sugar Daddying Start

Shopping Montage

Something something something

A fool tries to mug Danny

Self Defense Lessons (Danny realized Jason is Red Hood)

Jason meets feral!Danny

Jason and Danny post RH meeting

The Midterm Zombie

Thirst Trap Lessons

Danny propositions Hood

Jason is Confused™️

Dick meets Danny (snippet)

Goons confront Hood

Hood tells Danny to ask Jason and then panics

Jason says yes

idk some cute relationship shit

Paulina Visits Gotham

Put a Leash on it (it being Danny)

RH Appreciation Society

Block Party

Jason whines to Dick

Tim meets Danny

More Bats meet Danny

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Danny is not a morning person

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[sanguineterrain]

do you have any thoughts about butch or stemme Jason?

I think I know what these terms mean... stone butch = lesbian who likes to exclusively give in bed and stone femme or stemme = lesbian who exclusively likes to receive (?) Feel free to correct me if those aren't right.

Anyway yes let's talk about my beautiful wife Jasonette Todd 💕 nsfw female Jason thoughts under the cut ✂️

Fem Jay is interesting to me because I think she'd definitely have a lot of body dysmorphia just like Jason but it would manifest differently because not only is she bigger than she was but she's also a woman and so she'd have to deal with society's treatment of women who don't present femininely.

She'd definitely internalize the idea that she doesn't look like a woman, that she's unattractive and monstrous (this is where I would come in and show my appreciation for women who can kill me but choose not to). In this way I think receiving pleasure during sex would be hard for her because she wouldn't feel like a "proper woman." Which is obviously not true - she's a woman! But it'd take time for her to unlearn that socialization.

So I think butch Jay is definitely something that could come from that, both in the physical definition (dressing/appearing masculine) and in bed as someone who'd enjoy only giving. I think, like Jason, Jay would definitely put her value in the pleasure she can bring her partner. I imagine she'd feel embarrassed or ashamed of the idea of being vulnerable during sex so being on top is her way of maintaining control. And she'd be really good at it! She's good at anything she puts her mind to ;)

Stone femme Jay... honestly it's hard for me to picture! To me, whether a man or a woman, Jason's really neglectful of his own needs and hates the idea of anyone thinking that they need to fulfill his needs.

Perhaps when Jay gets really comfortable with her partner, she'd be okay with exclusively receiving. I don't know if she'd ever be able to unlearn the idea of "I have to give pleasure to show my usefulness" instead of realizing that receiving pleasure can be very exciting for your partner. Maybe she'd be okay to switch but I can't say I see her ever being a stone femme. Just my ops though!

[harpersdragons]

No, Tim, You’re Not Being Kidnapped! (Except Maybe You Are…) Chapter 3

Chapter 3 is finally posted!

The next morning, Bruce meets them in the kitchen.

“Morning, boys, I thought I’d drive you to school today, that alright?”

Jason nods, grabbing some fruit off the counter as Alfred places their plates on the counter.

Tim only stares, somewhat bewildered. Jason guesses he’s never had his parents drive him to school, or at the very least it has been a very, very, long time.

Jason reacted the same way the first time Bruce drove him to school.

When they reach the school, Jason and Tim get ready to get out of the car.

“My meeting with the principal is after school,since I have a morning client meeting to get to, ok Jay?”

“Ok, see ya, B!”

“Have a good day, boys.”

Tim watches Bruce pull away, a somewhat mystified look on his face.

“Is it always like this?”

“Nah, most days Alfred brings me to school,”

“Do I need to take the bus after school, since you guys have your meeting?”

“Hell no. It shouldn’t take too long, Bruce can drive both of us home afterward. There’s no point in you taking the bus.”

English that day is…interesting, to say the least. When he walks in—and hands in the work from last class—Mrs. Campbell barely acknowledges him. After that, she opens class the same way she did before, but with a slightly more creative writing prompt: “What’s your favorite piece of literature and why?”

Jason keeps his head down and does his work, and aside a few pointed comments about respecting elders and whatnot, and the weird smugness oozing from her—as if she’s actually won, Jason wants to roll his eyes at the thought—class is peaceful.

It’s strange how peaceful it is.

Until the end, that is.

“Mr. Todd, see me after class. Everyone else is dismissed.”

Tim hesitates, eyeing Jason and Mrs. Campbell, then mouths “don’t do anything stupid,” at him.

Rude. He’s never done a stupid thing in his life.

Once everyone’s left, Mrs. Campbell calls him up to her desk.

“Just to confirm, the meeting with Mr. Wayne is after school, correct?”

“Yes, I—”

“Yes, ma’am. Not that I’d expect a street rat like you to understand, but in civilized society we respect our elders.”

“I respect those who deserve it. You definitely do not.”

“Why, you little—” she cuts herself off, takes a breath, and starts again. “You better fix your attitude, Todd. you might just find yourself dumped back on the street, seeing as how you are just Mr. Wayne’s ward. He’ll get tired of you soon enough, I assure you,”

No, Jason knows Bruce won’t abandon him, Bruce wouldn’t do that.

But what if—

No.

“Actually, ma’am, dumping me back on the streets would be child abandonment regardless of the situation, and he wouldn’t do that. Furthermore,” He revels in the shocked look on her face when he throws out a ‘big’ word, “I was adopted two years ago. Legally I am his child, and I would appreciate it if you recognized that. Now, I need to be going to class, seeing as how this little—pointless—meeting has made me late to biology.” He stalks out without waiting for a response, leaving the teacher to stew.

Bruce isn’t going to abandon him…right?

No.

No, he promised he wouldn’t.

Jason just needs to trust him, that’s easy, right?

Bruce has proven to be very trustworthy.

He’d thought he’d gotten over this fear, Bruce had shown him time and time again he wasn’t going to abandon Jason, but…

What if it was all a lie?

Only 3 and a half more hours. He needs to focus.

When he got to math a bit later, Tim met his gaze, “Everything ok?” He mouths.

Jason nods, and finds his seat.

“Why are you late, Jason?” The teacher, Mr. Gilbert, asks.

“Mrs. Campbell wanted to speak with me, she didn’t give me a note or anything though. If you want to confirm, you'll have to ask her.”

Mr.Gilbert grumbles under his breath, but turns back to the board and resumes teaching.

Jason struggles to focus, even though he knows he should. Math is his worst subject, and yet he can’t drag his thoughts from the whirlwind of fears running through his mind.

Bruce could get tired of him, nevermind that he hasn’t in the last 3 and a half years.

Jason runs through the rest of the day on autopilot, barely managing to take notes in his classes.

Tim meets him outside his last class of the day, History, and they head to the office to wait on Bruce. He leans against the wall, while Tim finds a seat on a bench outside the door.

When Bruce comes in a few minutes, he barely quirks an eyebrow at Jason’s blank stare. He squeezes Jason’s shoulder, snapping him out of his daze.

“Everything ok, Jay?”

Jason just nods mutely, not meeting Bruce’s gaze.

“He’s been quiet since after English.”

“Why? What happened in English?”

“The class itself was normal, but Mrs. Campbell made Jason stay back to talk to her afterwards. I don’t know what she said.”

Jason shoots a glare at Tim, “S’not a big deal. Let’s just get the meetin’ over with.” He scuffs his shoe on the ground and pushes off the wall.

Bruce sighs, but lets it go. He leads them into the office after quietly telling Tim they’ll be right back. He keeps a hand on Jason’s shoulders, and he has to force himself not to lean into it.

Bruce greets the secretary with his most charming ‘Brucie’ smile, trying to ignore how tense his son feels. He doesn’t know what that teacher said to him, but by god if he isn’t going to find out. This isn’t like Jason.

Jason meets everything with a sarcastic smile or sharp comment. He doesn’t shut down and go quiet.

The secretary waves them into the office, and he sees who he presumes is Mrs. Campbell sitting Primly in a chair across from the principal.

“Ah, Mr. Wayne, Now that you’re here we can finally begin.” The principal—Dave Horton, maybe?—begins. “I’ll be honest, I am very disappointed we are already having another meeting to discuss Mr. Todd’s behavior, it is only the 3rd day of school, after all.”

“His name is Jason Todd-Wayne and I expect you to respect that.” Bruce’s voice is hard, he is sick of dealing with this asshole of a principle. He’d had enough issues with Dick, and then it only got worse when Bruce adopted Jason. He should have just put Jason in another school.

“Yes, of course. Frankly, Mr. Wayne, I don’t know that Jason belongs at Gotham Academy. He is clearly uncivilized, and unable to meet our standards.”

“What makes you say that? Jason has been near the top of his class since I first enrolled him.”

“Be that as it may, he refuses to respect the faculty and staff, and if this continues we’ll—”

“Does he ‘disrespect’ the faculty that don’t make him feel inferior or question his place here? Because from what I’ve heard, it was Mrs. Campbell who started it, by refusing to acknowledge Jason’s proper name.”

The principal opens his mouth to respond, but Mrs. Campbell beat him to it.

“I was merely reminding Mr. Todd that his place here is, ultimately, temporary. He doesn’t belong here, and eventually, you will send him back to Crime Alley where he belongs.”

When he felt Jason tense even more under his hand, he realized what had probably triggered the borderline dissociation, the teacher had managed to hit Jason’s most deep-rooted fear.

“I don’t think that’s your decision. Jason is my son, in every sense but biologically. What would ever give you the idea that I would willingly abandon him?”

“Well, isn’t that what happened to the gypsy? You took him in, and now you haven’t been seen together in public in a very long time. Clearly you got tired of him and replaced him with a younger model.” The teacher says it all with a wicked smirk on her face, and hot rage washes over Bruce. Before he can react though, she’s continuing.

“I mean, it only makes sense, right? Why else would you replace the old one as soon as he becomes an adult, if you’re not using them?”

Before Bruce can respond, Jason is lunging at Mrs. Campbell. He barely manages to catch him before he hits her.

“Jay, stop. Either calm yourself down or go sit outside with Tim.”

Jason glowers, but settles himself down. “Fine.”

“I did not replace my son, Mrs. Campbell. He had career aspirations that led him to Bludhaven. I couldn’t just ignore Jason when I saw he needed help. Dick and I are still on perfectly good terms, and there was no replacing of anyone. However, I am wondering how the school is going to replace my funding once I pull my son from your school? Need I remind you of the generous donations I make yearly, on top of my tuition payments?” The principal paled, “You do realize that’s inevitable, right? I won’t stand for this treatment of my son. I shouldn’t have allowed it to continue for so long, but the truth was I was too optimistic in hoping for change. We’re done here. I will be pulling my son, and all my funding, out of this school.” Bruce revels in the shocked faces of the faculty. How could they expect this wouldn’t be the outcome? Maybe if they had actually been respectful and at least attempted to apologize and change their behavior, this wouldn’t have happened.

But they didn’t, they were rude from the start. Of course Bruce isn’t going to leave his son in a hostile environment.

Speaking of his son, Jason seems to have shut down again after his outburst. Bruce loops an arm over his shoulder and steers him out of the room.

Tim stands as soon as he sees them come out the door, wringing his hands nervously. Jason forces a smile and pulls out from underneath Bruce’s arm.

Hm. He’d have to talk to Jason about the abandonment thing again.

“Alright, let’s get going. I’m sure Alfred will have more cookies or other snacks prepared for you when we get home.” He leads the way out to the car, vaguely aware of Tim trying to break Jason out of whatever trance he’s in.

By the time they get home, Jason is engaging a bit more.

“C’mere, Jay.” Bruce gestures when they get out of the car. Tim steps slightly awkwardly off to the side, and Jason rounds the car to stand in front of Bruce.

“Yeah?”

Bruce doesn’t say anything, just opens his arms to offer a hug. Jay collapses against him and buries his face in Bruce’s chest.

“You know I love you, right lad? I’m never giving you up. I promise.” Bruce barely feels him nod, but doesn’t say anything else.

At some point he opens an arm to Tim, who hesitates for a while before joining.

Bruce loses track of how long he stands there holding his son and the boy he is fighting to get guardianship of, but eventually they do separate.

When they get into the manor, Dick is waiting for them.

…on the banister.

On the 2nd floor.

“‘Sup Dickhead. Ya come just to be a jackass again?”

Well, at least Jason’s in a better mood.

“...Should we be concerned?” Tim leans over to ask Bruce.

“He does this all the time, he’ll be fine.”

“You’re one to talk, but no. I came to apologize. Bruce and I had a disagreement,” Dick pointedly doesn’t look at Bruce, “and I took my frustrations out on you and Tim.” Dick flips off the balcony, and Bruce swears his heart stops until he is landing safely in a roll.

“Dammit, Dick, how many times have I told you not to do that?”

“Yeah, yeah, B. It’s fine. Anyway, I’m sorry guys. You didn’t deserve that. Especially you Tim—”

“Hey!”

“Shut up, Jay. Tim, you’re a guest, you definitely didn’t deserve my anger yesterday.”

Tim just nods, seemingly unsure of how to respond to that.

“Dick.”

“Language.”

“It’s his name!”

“Not when you say it like that.” Jason just rolls his eyes, and it’s a useless battle. “Dick, you staying? I’m sure Alfred has a snack in the kitchen.”

“Nah, I got practice in a bit. I’m already running a bit late since I was waiting for you guys.” He starts sauntering towards the door, calling over his shoulder, “I’m taking the Ducati.”

“Wait—” Bruce rushes to follow Dick.

“Right. That’s our cue to leave, they’re gonna get in a fight about safety again or somethin’.” Jason steers Tim towards the kitchen. “Whatcha wanna do today?”

“Is it always like this?”

“What?”

“Families. Are they always like this?”

“I dunno, I think this one’s jus’ fucked.”

“I love it. It feels so relaxed.”

“I think we gotta work on your definition of relaxed, Tim Tam. Those two are always at each other’s throats.”

“At least they’re around.” Tim quiets, staring at his feet.

“There is that, at least”. Jason’s voice gets more somber too, and they stay silent until they reach the kitchen.

The rest of the day passes smoothly, with Jason and Tim relaxing in the library.

Everything is fine.

Until Tim gets a call, his face immediately pales and he rushes to leave the room.

********

Tim’s heart drops the second he reads his mother’s name flashing across his phone.

He rushes from the room, entering another one down the hall.

“Hello, Mother.”

“Timothy, what is this nonsense about you not being at the house?”

”I am at the Wayne’s, you’ve always said connections are important, so I assumed you would approve of endearing myself to them.”

”Well you assumed incorrectly, Timothy, that is just absolute nonsense! Why would I want you to associate with a street rat and a gypsy? And that nuisance of a business man is in no way suitable for your company!”

”But—“ the phone is gently pulled from his grasp before he can finish his argument, and a quick glance shows Bruce holding it.

Jason tugs him out of the room, “C’mon, Bruce will handle it.”

They head to the sitting room and set up the game console.

The next hour or so passes slowly, with Tim’s anxiety building.

”What could be taking them this long?”

”Dunno, Bruce should be back soon though.”

Tim can’t focus on the game anymore, he drops his control and his fingers tap on his thigh.

Jason glances quickly at him, “It’ll be fine Timbo, promise.”

Before Tim can respond, Bruce comes back downstairs and hands Tim his phone.

“It’s handled, officially nothing has changed, but privately I will have custody of you for as long as they are out of the country.”

Something in Tim relaxes, he loved his parents, but after seeing how the Waynes act with each other—though they are so far from being a normal family—-he can’t help but crave that.

He wants a real family, not a mausoleum of a house.

The relief must show on his face, because Bruce is pulling him into a hug.

“Does it make me a bad person to feel relieved?” Tim mumbles against Bruce’s chest.

“Of course not, sweetheart, you just recognize that this isn’t normal, and you want something closer to it. You’re not a bad person, I promise.” Bruce’s voice is low, and he’s running a hand through Tim’s hair soothingly. He shifts back, looking at Jason and then Tim, “C’mon, it’s getting late. Why don’t you guys go get ready for bed?”

They both nod and scurry upstairs.

Jason barges into Tim’s room after he brushes his teeth, and scoops the boy off his feet. “How the fuck are you this light?”

“Rude.”

”Whatever.” Jason somehow carries Tim all the way to BRuce’s room, and again a=barges in without knocking.

”Bruce!”

An amused smile spread across Bruce’s face, “What’s up, Jaylad?”

”Hold the child. He doesn’t get enough physical affection.” He drops Tim on the bed, then shoves him over and climbs in after him. “Bedtime.”

”Ok, Jay.” Bruce laughs, then switches off the lamp and wraps his arms around both his boys.

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Last Song: Vienna by Billy Joel

Currently Watching: Danny Phantom, for the first time lol- i'm getting some canon context for fic writing bc as much as i love fanon, it's a short series n i enjoy the opening song. once i'm done blazing through that, i'll go to season 3 of the witcher (i've done my best to avoid my dash bc the plethora of witcher accounts i follow are having the time of their lives rn n this is something i absolutely can NOT spoil for myself. i already saw some jaskier/radovid stuff n i had to system reboot)

Currently Reading: Scythe, by Neal Schusterman; one of three in the Arc of a Scythe series, with the dystopic premise of 'there is no natural death anymore, and so death must be fabricated by humans' and its sooooo !!!!!! the entire world has controlled all factors of mortality, and even the one area of true fear (death by Scythe) is still viewed as mostly controllable!! idk maybe i just like dystopians and the relationship between death and a society is also particularly interesting to me

Current Obsessions: day dreaming, spiderverse, my new pillow, being sleebie *yawning24/7* even moreso bc now im caregiving, so now also coffee n tea, though the coffee tends to be more of a hot chocolate with instant coffee stirred in, yearning, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, my new tattoo!!! imagining myself with short (& red) hair, tourdust, jack fenton, appreciating my hair as it is now and debating the big cut n another dye, jason todd, n Scythe

mmm no pressure ofc, but tagging @snakeinmeboots808 @shire-bard @thatboysgotwoah @mashumaru @command-query n whoever would like to!

[m00nslippers]

Hello!! Hope you don’t mind me stopping by your inbox! I absolutely fell in love with your writing style and especially the “Everyone Has a Crush on Jason” AU! I was wondering how you’d think everyone would react to learning the fact that Jason literally glows when he meditates? Anywho, have a nice day!! Much love

(These two asks are related so I’m putting them together)

Thank you, so glad you’re enjoying the ECoJ AU! It’s fun to write. You wouldn’t necessarily know it from the other stuff up on my AO3 which is more angsty, but I used to write a lot of humor, so it’s pretty fun to get back into that. I love getting asks! Sometime they sit in my inbox a while before I get around to answering them, but I’m happy to get them! Canonically Jason totally does glow when he’s meditating and using All-Caste powers, doesn’t he? I believe he did in New 52 RHATO. I think he glows white, but I could totally see people believing there is a connection between Jason’s eyes glowing green, even if they are actually two different powers/substances at play causing both. I’ve got some headcanons that involve both glows/powers, so maybe I’ll do a post about it at some point.

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*The Question, pacing in front of a large projection screen, featuring a power-point showing various pictures and facts about Jason Todd as he monologues to the members of the Jason Todd Appreciation Society. His first slide is a still from Watchtower security of the night when The Question tried to interrogate Jason about his white streak as he was sleeping, which clearly shows Jason’s snarl of anger and his eyes glowing a vivid green in the dim light.*

The Question, indicating Jason’s eyes with his laser pointer: Exhibit A--glowing green eyes. When the subject is in a heightened state of aggression, one observes his eyes, normally an oceanic blue-green to glow an acid green color.

*Clicking to the next slide, the image is from another Watchtower camera in the training room, which is empty but for Jason, who is sitting cross-legged and meditating, a bright glow of indeterminate color surrounding him.*

The Question, indicating Jason’s whole self with his pointer: Exhibit B--When the subject is in a state of heightened focus and meditation, one observes his body emitting light.

The Question, pondering aloud: Are these two behaviors, which indicate the presence of a something beyond the known abilities of a normal human, connected? The evidence suggests so. Now the question we must ask ourselves, Lady and Gentlemen, is what substance, what power could produce such a phenomena? What could alter the state of a human body such that they could exhibit the abilities found in one Jason Todd? I ask of you, what has the man been in contact with which has the qualities of both illumination and the color green? The answer is--

Hal, stunned: Holy crap, are you saying Jason is a living embodiment of Willpower?

Guy, eyes huge: That would explain so much...

Kyle, wincing: No way am I okay with Jason having Lantern abilities, he’d be insufferable!

The Question, taken aback: What? No, I--

Kara, gasping: His blood has been infused with Kryptonite! I bet it was that damned Lex Luther...

The Question, baffled: Absolutely not.

Booster Gold, tapping his chin: Don’t like...half the weird substances in Gotham glow green? Joker toxin, Ivy’s pollen, Bane’s venom...

Kara, overreacting with worry: Jason used Bane’s Venom before a few years ago, I saw it in his blood! Oh no, it’s mutated him!

The Question, shouting to get a word in: The Lazarus Pit, I’m talking about the Lazarus Pit!

[sandada-heart05]

I love Jason getting a bunch of degrees out of spite only to rediscover his love for learning and becoming hyper-competent civilian hero who makes everything better in a way that doesn’t leave Gotham society dependant on superheroes.

Also Jason having the love of people? Gotham loves him? They make memes about him? Love from his family? Sign me up!

Ok, so I had this amusing idea today on the bus to work.

Like, the Bat family so many times goes “Jason, you can’t kill. Who gave you the right to judge these people?” And what if one day Jason goes “This!” and pulls out diploma in Law XD

And, because he’s so extra and they’re all so sanctimonious, he gets a diploma in everything pertaining to vigilantism just to have one up on them.

“Oh Timmy, you sure this is the right way to treat these samples? My diploma in forensic science tells me it isn’t.”

“Yes Bruce, I’m sure your business degree will be tremendously helpful in a hostage situation.”

“You a licensed first-aider, Cain? No? Then fuck off and let me work.”

“Yeah, you went to Police Academy, Dick, but I see no federal explosive license on you so give this back, thank you.”

“No, I will not let the demon child to operate on me! I don’t care about his IQ you can't homeschool a surgeon! I will do it myself and he can hold cotton balls!”

Like he spent the time training under Talia on learning to fight and also getting his paperwork sorted out;]  

[hotrobins]

touch me if you dare || jason todd

Summary: Jason and fem!reader starts a friends-with-benefits relationship after a dirty joke.

Content: Smut with a little fluff and innocence kink.

Word count: 1646

Half-hour had passed since Jason came back from Bruce's office and he was still rage trembling. He didn't want to say what they discussed, he just deep breathed while driving, his knuckles white.

You knew him since you started working in the Gotham Public Library two years ago, but the talking that led to this friendship was still pretty recent. Today you were going to an aquarium inauguration but when his father called and said that there were urgent matters to discuss, you insisted that he should go and you would wait in the car, so Jason changed the route to the Wayne's Building.

Clearly he regret that decision now, because he stormed from there without a word and drove you to your apartment in silence, only breaking the silence to apologize to you once. When you arrived tho, he didnt unlock the car doors.

There you were, wanting to help him calm down but not knowing how since he didnt want to open up, not knowing if its better just say good night as clue to remember him to let you go, or you should invite him in.

You looked at him at your side, one hand at the steering wheel, the other clenched in a fist on his tight. Jason's eyes were closed and you allowed yourself to admire him aside your worries about his emotional state.

Jason was beautiful in hard angles and undertones. In the first couple months in the library, you were still fresh with the thinking that readers were a solid type, and every day you were surprised to see a boy like him enter and spend the late afternoon with his nose in a book. Now, being his friend, you knew Jason were a bookworm, but looking at him still took your breath. In this moment specially, with his muscles compressed, the semblance hard and that big hand against a bigger tight, something right down your belly woke.

He let out a light chuckle and you looked up to his face, panicked.

"Liking the view?" He said with amusement. The right side of his mouth doing that thing and leaving a dimple to show.

You ignored the ask and focused on the desert street in front of you, for sure blushing a deep red. You still could feel his gaze on your body.

As the seconds passed, the atmosphere in the car began to change again, and you knew his playfull smile hadnt hit deep in his demeanor.

"There's something I can do?" You said on a low tone.

"May you give me a blowjob?" He blurted, releasing a deep laugh. "Never heard of a man with bad humor while having his dick sucked." He was trying to change the air between you two, too.

"Yeah, i wouldnt mind." You said at once without thinking, and Jason couldn't hold back another laugh, this time a real one.

You should feel glad that he found you funny, but in that moment you discovered you were serious. "What? To be honest, I wouldnt not only mind it, but would really delight myself with it." You said with the most sensual voice you could make, adjusting yourself in the seat to see him better.

Now he was serious too, his blue eyes with dilated pupils holding yours. You couldn't maintain the glase as his adam apple went down as he swallowed dry, putting a lock of hair behind your ear.

"So touch me if you dare, darling."

It was all it took. Without another moment pass he opened his belt and lowered his jeans enough for you too see he was already half hard. As you took his cook in your hand, you wondered if you looked too desesperate, but when he sighed immediately and leanead comfortably on the car seat allowing you to touch with him better, you forgot to care if he could feel it was the first time you ever did it.

You started slowly, pulping him up and down, learning the texture, touching some veins that pulsed lightly, seeing as his tip disappeared and appeared again a little more wet every time, slobbering your hand and then the rest of his cock. The view of it was driving you insane to taste it, so as you began to bend down Jason let out a quiet moan, feeling your hot breath so close to his tip but not on him yet. You looked up as gave it a tentative lick, and the way his eyelids fluttler before opening to look at you, god, you felt it.

You were right, Jason tasted more amazing than you have imagined, and soon you were not only licking the tip but were with all his dick inside your mouth, touching it as you could with your tongue as one of your hands rubbed the rest of him and the other massaged his balls. You couldn't get enough of feeling the taste of him and his moans, now less contained, only gave you more confidence to keep going.

The lack of pratical knowledge didn't troubled you anymore cause the way Jason where breathing hard only proved you were doing the thing right, even if it was in a slow pace.

"Fuck.." He said in surprise when you started playing with only his tip, circling it with your tongue.

His hips sometimes buckled up and you kissed his dick, putting it all in your mouth and letting it out with a pop, before giving special attention to the tip again.

"Enough with the tease darlin-" You went all way down again and tried to move your tongue, but it was too much and you gagged.

"Easy, easy.." He touched your cheek while you recovered your breath with your head leaning in his covered tight, your right hand never stoping the light caresses in his cock.

He was looking at you in a strange way and you desesperate needed to change the focus of his attention so you closed your fist firmly.

Jason moaned with eyes finally closing again, and you started once more your ministrations. The taste of him and the sensation of his hips bucking involuntary where too good for you and you moaned too, the vibration making him take part of your hair in his hand. You looked up to see a question in his half open blue eyes, the answer were another moan of you.

You started rubbing him vigorously while you sucked his tip, the hand on your hair not forcing you down but not letting you go either, and Jason's moans were becoming more frequent. He was close.

He loosed the grip on you reluctantly "I'm.. I'm going to.. You should.."

But you do not moved away, you put his dick all down your mouth until it touched your throat, and even if his cock didnt fit entirely, you tried. Your gag reflexes send him over the edge.

He come hard on you, throwing cum directly down your throat as his hips trembled. He could feel you trying to breathe and swallow his seed and control your gagling at same time and it made him want to fuck your mouth for real.

When you pulled off, you didn't think twice before licking his dick again, making sure that there wasn't any trace of his cum behind. Only then you got up and straightened yourself in the seat.

You didn't looked at him nor give him the chance to speak first, the realization of what happened coming hard.

"Look, I don't usually treat my male friends like this so don't judge me. Im not a slut, really, to be honest i have never done this before so.. And no, i retire what i said, there's not such thing as a slutty woman okay? We should do what we want without feeling guilty by society and-" Jason took your hand on his.

"Wait a moment." He said caressing your hand with his tumb. "You said you never did it before? Give head?"

You looked at him, there were not judgment, only curiosity and respect in Jason's face.

"I'm.. I shouldnt have said it but, yeah. If it wasnt obvious and you already knew, now you know." There was shame on your shoulders even if he wasnt being judgmental and seemed to have appreciated the moments before.

His eyes never left yours as he thought in silence, the atmosphere between you changing again.

"I never kissed either so it's not a big deal i gave you head because you joke about it, we should forget it.. Can you please unlock the door now?"

He put his hand on your waist to stop you from reach the panel, you had to look on his face, now just centimeters from yours. His breath were a mix of something and spearmint.

"You don't think I should claim your first kiss too? I mean.." His voice were low, controlled.

"I just.. your.. you know.."

"Yeah, i know darling. I want to taste it on you."

You closed your eyes and it was his clue. He closed the space between you two, using the hand on your waist to put your body closer. His lips were soft and his posture controlled, but you could feel how he was trying not to push your limits, how his tongue wanted enter your mouth and call it his. You were breathless, you didn't though it would be like this. So much with so little. Your heart pounded and when you opened your eyes and you saw you had leanead on his chest, both hands on his strong shoulders.

He had a half smile in his lips, the dimple a moment to show in its glory.

"It's starting to rain Jason." You managed to say.

"Yeah, and I'm only starting to kiss you for tonight.." He bended in your direction again, never taking his eyes from your lips.

[skalidra]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: DCU (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jason Todd & Slade Wilson Characters: Slade Wilson, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Under the Red Hood, Muteness, Injury Recovery, Permanent Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Non-Graphic Violence, Training Series: Part 1 of More Chances Than Deserved 'Verse Summary:

Slade hasn't quite left Gotham yet when the Society assigns him a contract on the Red Hood. For reasons he's not interested in asking about, they still want Black Mask in their ranks, and following the disastrous showing of their last hit squad, they've decided that it's a job best suited for actual professionals.

'Take the Red Hood off the board.' Simple enough. He's already worn himself out fighting the Bat, after all, and Slade's killed plenty of people just as dangerous as him. There's no reason one little fallen bird should give him any trouble.

**

Jason disassembles the rifle with practiced ease, packing it back into the case it came out of when they first got up on this rooftop. Easy shot, no witnesses; couldn't have been more textbook if it had been set up as a practice run, and Jason appreciates that, distantly. The man deserved the new bullet accessory, but he's not the point of tonight. This is all just… lead up. He's got bigger things to worry about tonight, and bigger things to focus on than some asshole in a suit with too much money and not enough morals. A contract isn't why he came back to Gotham.

"You alright, kid?" Slade asks, from where he's standing about five feet away. He's not pacing — Slade doesn't ever admit to 'pacing' — he's just 'surveying the surrounding area,' because that's a completely different thing that also involves walking back and forth over the same fifteen foot stretch of the roof.

He tucks the scope away into its slot — extra padding, keep the glass safe — before looking up and lifting his hands to point out, "Third time you've asked that tonight."

Slade grunts but doesn't comment. Turns again, at the end of his stretch. Jason smirks at the victory.

**

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[slowlydrowningme]

I would love a Damian x reader (female) that is angsty probably teen for the rating. The prompt could be like meeting at a gala and the reader not having a nice family and Damian takes a liking to her? If that makes sense😂

Title: Not the One You Were Meant to Find (Pt 1)

Rating: T 

Word Count: 3143

Warnings: underage drinking

Pairing: Damian x fem!reader (though you really only get a tiny bit from her)

Notes: So this spiraled out of control and now there’s a second part coming.  Maybe more if it becomes it’s own beast like it’s been demanding.  Sometimes my writing controls me more than I control it.  And sometimes prompts take on a life of their own.  Hope this is close to what you were wanting.

Standing proud at the top of the stairs of the mezzanine level of the Wayne Manor, Damian found himself scanning the attendees of the gala he had organized himself.  The very first one his father had trusted him to handle completely and while he remained stoic, Damian was definitely pleased with the turnout.  The cause, a fundraiser for the local endangered animal foundation, had drawn in a large crowd and the theme of a wildlife masquerade brought even more buzz with it.  For that, he had his oldest brother to thank because he had spent weeks trying to figure out the proper theme.  Something the older man had come up with in a matter of minutes once Damian had bothered to approach him for help.

“Here.”  Damian looked from the glass of champagne that appeared in his line of sight to the person holding it out to him.  Though most would have no idea who it was, Damian had been made aware of each of his brother’s masks for the night.  So, seeing the full faced hawk mask, Damian knew it was Dick behind it.

But instead of taking the offered glass, he chose to just look at him instead, unimpressed.  Considering how he was only nineteen and not old enough to legally drink and there were actual officers, including the commissioner, in attendance he knew better than to tempt fate. At least in that manner.

“No one knows it’s you under that mask.  Just take the drink, relax, and enjoy your victory for the night, Little D.”  Taking a moment to mull over his suggestion, Damian released a sigh and took the glass.  Of all his brothers, Dick was the least to steer him wrong.  He had been his father for a portion of time and the first person he had been able to trust fully after his mother brought him to Gotham.

“Might I recommend discretion, Master Damian,” Alfred said gently as he walked past them with a few bottles of wine, undoubtedly heading toward the bar.

“Always, Alfie,” Dick responded for him, clasping a hand on Damian’s shoulder before heading up to the next level to mingle some more.

Once again alone, he took a moment to look over the crowd that had thickened even more through the eye holes of the owl mask he wore.  There were plenty of wild cat masks, which he and Dick had joked about as people had started coming in.  Wealthy people wanting to show their power by being a lion or tiger.  He was amused to find a few less appreciated animals like zebra or giraffe in the crowd.  But the sight of a peacock was what caught his attention the most.  The domino style mask adorned with what he hoped were fake feathers on one side of the mask was beautiful in its vibrancy.  But the woman wearing it seemed young, perhaps around his age, and unsure of her place in the room.

Taking a few steps down, toward the woman who had caught his eye, Damian allowed himself a moment to fully look her over.  She stood next to a man that radiated power, though he wore a full lion mask so he couldn’t tell if he knew the man or not.  But she didn’t look like she belonged.  Physically, she screamed society.  The deep teal gown she wore fit like it was made for her and the material, he could tell, was anything but cheap.  But the line of her mostly bare shoulders and the tense muscles of her back told a different story.  

She was uncomfortable in present company.  And Damian craved to change that.

That thought gave him pause at the final step of the stairs he had been occupying just moments ago. He didn’t get emotional.  He wasn’t Dick.  And he didn’t act irrationally.  He wasn’t Jason.  But he also didn’t shy away from an unknown situation without all the facts.  He wasn’t Tim.

Champagne glass still in hand, he slipped the other one into the pocket of his tailored pants as he kept his gaze on the woman.  The split-second static in his ear caught his attention, but he made sure not to divert his attention for fear of losing sight.

“All levels are still good from my station,” Tim’s voice filtered into his ear from the discrete earpiece.

“Copy.  Same from out here,” Jason chimed in.  While Tim had taken up residence in the cave for the duration of the gala, Jason had offered to wander around the room and directly interact with the other security personnel for the night.

“Copy that, keep the line open between you two but close R and I unless you need us.”  Damian couldn’t help but roll his eyes, knowing Dick said that because they were expected to actually hold conversations with people.

But at the same time, he found himself glad because he definitely wanted to hold a conversation with the woman he still had his sights on.

He sighed softly as Tim and Jason confirmed Dick’s order and he heard the line click shut between them. Glancing upward, he spotted Dick leaning over the railing as he spoke with some woman standing next to him.  He caught Damian’s eye and raised his glass in a cheers motion before turning back to the lady and turned on his charm.

It was a skill Damian wished he had learned at some point.  But unfortunately, it seemed like Dick was really the only Wayne who could turn it on and off with ease like their father.  

And as he turned back to look at the woman who had caught his eye, he hoped he could at least be a fraction as charming as his brother.  For once in his life he wouldn’t even mind being on Tim’s level.  But he would just have to make do and try his best.

But he’d have to find her again because while the man was still in the same spot, the alluring woman was no longer with him.

Scanning the room, he tried to locate those feathers that had caught his eye to begin with, but was having a hard time.

“Lose something?”

It was only thanks to years of training that Damian didn’t jump at the sound of Jason’s voice in his ear. But it wasn’t coming through the piece. Glancing next to him, he frowned at his older brother in the half mask fashioned after an eagle.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re looking for something.  Or someone? What or who did you lose?” Turning back to the crowd, Damian scanned over the people again.

“Just someone who caught my eye.”

“A female someone?”

“Todd.”  Jason’s chuckle did nothing to quell Damian’s annoyance with the older man.  “You should be working the room, not bothering me.”

“I am, just subtly. Plus,” he paused, looking down at Damian with a wide, teasing smile, “I happen to know the woman in the peacock mask is over at the bar, avoiding the man she was with.”

And with that, his brother headed up the stairs Damian was still standing by.

Damn this family and their observant natures.

But it did make it easier for Damian at the moment, turning his green eyes to the bar where he spotted the woman he had indeed been looking for.  And with one last deep breath, he began making his way over to where she leaned against it, chatting with the bartender as he poured another glass of wine.

Setting his empty champagne glass on the countertop for the bartender to take away, Damian took a moment to look at the woman who was now sipping on a glass of white wine.  She smiled at him over the glass before flicking her eyes in the direction of the man he knew she was here with.  If he wasn’t so good at reading body language, thank you Talia for making sure of that before sending him off to Gotham, he would have read it as a nervous tick.  

But because he knew, he could tell it was more fear and that was concerning.

To play it off, Damian took up the fresh glass of champagne the bartender placed next to him and turned to lean against the counter so he could give off an air of casual when he was actually taking a moment to size up the man who was much easier to get a look at now.

He was someone important, but it was hard to tell who he was given the mask, but the men around him looked like they deferred to him.  He knew he could ask Tim to do a scan on him and figure out exactly who he was, but he would have to move away from the woman in order to do so and that was not something he wanted.

Especially now that he had seen that look.

But he memorized the look of the man and the mask, taking a moment to look at his watch and take note of the time so he could pull up the footage later tonight, he turned back to the woman.

“A lovely theme, isn’t it?” She spoke softly just as Damian had been about to say something, though he wasn’t actually sure what he would have said.

“A worthy one,” he replied with a smile.  Of course, it was a little self-serving since it was his gala after all.  But this woman didn’t know.  Or at least he didn’t think she knew.  “It is a shame people couldn’t be a little more creative with their chosen masks, though.”

“Yes, it would be nice to have a bit more variety instead of all these…cats.”

He wondered briefly if she realized he knew her date was wearing one of those cats.

“Are you fond of birds, then?”  Without intending to, Damian’s free hand rose to finger one of the feathers adorning her mask and was pleased to find they were fake after all.  Just dyed to look like the real thing.

“Are you?”  She threw back, taking another sip of her wine as her eyes drifted over his own mask.

“I am.  Though, I am fond of most animals.”

“I am, too.  That’s why I agreed to come tonight.  I usually skip these events, but when my father mentioned the theme and the charity, I couldn’t say no.”  Father.  He couldn’t tell if her fear was more or less concerning now that he had that information.

“That is a feeling I can certainly relate to.  My own father never allows me to say no, unfortunately,” he chuckled, moving closer to her as a few other people made their way up to the bar to get drinks.  She glanced over his shoulder and took in the people starting to crowd around and motioned for him to follow her further into the crowd. Though he did notice that it was also further away from the man he now assumed was her father.

He slipped his free hand into his pocket and walked beside her, glancing around at the people they passed. He gave an air of relaxed, but his inner Robin never really relaxed.  Especially not when he couldn’t see the faces of potential threats.

“Perhaps I’ve been missing out by turning all the previous events down,” the sweet voice filtered in again through the conversations of people around them.  He turned to look at her again and smiled.

“Perhaps that can change for the future?”

“There you are!”  Dick’s voice pulled him out of the bubble that had seemed to engulf him and the mystery woman, causing him to frown when his brother’s hand took hold of his arm.  “Oh, sorry,” he watched Dick send an apologetic look to the woman before turning to look at Damian.  “B wanted to be sure you were ready for the speeches.  He asked me to find you.”

“Guys, we might have a problem.”  Tim’s voice crackling to life in their ears made Damian frown even more.

“It was nice talking to you. Maybe we can catch each other later?” Damian looked at the woman who he wanted more than anything to just continue to speak with, but knew he had to step away from.

“Yes, I’d very much like that,” Damian offered with a smile before Dick started dragging him away.

“Who was that?”  And Damian realized he had never gotten around to asking her for her name.  But Dick didn’t give him a chance to respond as he was asking Tim what the problem was.

“Jay said he recognized a couple guys in the crowd as henchmen for a new crime lord that’s been making the rounds in the underground.  Looks like he’s in a lion mask but I’m running the scans to be sure.”  Damian felt his blood freeze in his veins as he glanced back to where he had left the woman, not surprised to find her no longer there.

Stepping back into the main room, Damian’s eyes went to the space where the man in question had been but found the space filled with a group of elderly men and women that had definitely not been there before.

“Take care of whatever this is.”  Damian looked over at his father as he appeared out of seemingly thin air.  His tone spoke volumes, but anyone outside of their family would look at him and think he was as carefree as always.  The perpetual playboy.  “Damian you stay.  Dick, Jason is already heading to Tim.  Just handle whatever it is.”  His brother gave him a nod and squeezed Damian’s arm in silent apology for not being able to stay for the speech he had worked hard on.

It was understandable, though.  Damian was expected and Dick was not.

Once the speeches had commenced and Damian noticed that the man in question, the men who had surrounded him, and the mysterious woman were no where in the room, he finally made his way down to the Cave to see what was going on.  

The looks on his three brothers’ faces told him all he needed to know.  Either he had been duped by the woman or she had no idea what her father was up to.

“Who was the girl you were talking to Dami?  Did she give you a name?”  He shook his head and glanced at the security footage Tim had pulled up on the screens.

“No, we never exchanged names.  The only thing we really spoke about was…”  He frowned when he realized how incriminating the conversation seemed now.  

“About what?”

“Birds.”  He looked at Dick and his brother returned his frown. “But something seemed off in regard to the man she said was her father.”

“What seemed off about it? What exactly did she say?”  Jason was leaning against one of the tables they used for examining evidence, his bowtie hanging loose and the top button of his shirt undone.  His jacket was hanging over one of the chairs in the room.

“She only said she was there with her father.  But she seemed scared.  And she said she usually told him no when he asked her to come to events.  But she came tonight because she had liked the theme and charity,” he relayed.

“Makes sense,” Tim sounded, the clicks of the keyboard he was currently typing on a soft background noise.  “Y/N YL/N, a 20-year-old who is currently attending university here.  Her declared major is zoology with a minor in marine biology.  Her record is completely clean, and it looks like she only came to live with her father when she was 18 and accepted into the university.”  Damian looked up at the screen and saw the college id that held the smile he had seen just an hour earlier, but now he knew her face without the mask.

“So, it’s probably safe to say it’s coincidental?”  Dick. The ever optimistic.  

“Maybe?  Or very elaborate.”

“Who exactly is her father?” Damian asked, moving to stand by Tim as he continued to filter through information about Y/N.

“A low level crime lord who has been operating in the underground since Hood dropped his hold over them.”  The man in question’s face came up along with his rap sheet, which was worrisome to say the least.  “Looks like he started at the bottom and has recently been surging up the ranks.”

Sighing, Damian looked away from the screen to look at Dick and Jason who seemed to be having some sort of silent conversation.  He wasn’t daft enough to not realize it was about him and whether or not he should be involved in this.

“What?”  He demanded, tired of the silence between them.

“I’m going to go out and see if any of my contacts can tell us what the endgame was here,” Jason said by way of explanation, pushing off the table and untucking his dress shirt so he could go switch into his gear.

“No,” Dick’s voice sounded when Damian opened his mouth to offer to go with him.  Glaring at his older brother, Damian remained silent despite having some loud protests to that tone and context.  But Dick was the one he respected the most.  More than his other brothers and, much to their father’s dismay, more than Bruce.  Alfred was perhaps the only person who he would listen to over Dick but that was 50/50 and dependent on the subject matter.

“We don’t know if you were a target tonight or if it really was just random chance.  She didn’t approach you and you didn’t really talk about much,” Dick offered.  “Stay here with Tim and see what you can dig up.  Or go back upstairs and tend to the remainder of the guests since it’s your party. But stay here.”

He could feel the muscles in his jaw tick at the order, but instead of fighting he nodded.  He knew Dick made a good point and he didn’t really want to fight.

“And you?”

“I’ll go with Jay.” At least Hood wouldn’t be going in alone, wherever it was he was going.

“Don’t worry Demon, we’ll sort it out.  Just stay on the open comms and you’ll hear it,” Jason gave his shoulder a squeeze as he walked past to get into his gear.  Dick watched him for another moment before turning to follow him and get changed into his own suit.

Knowing he had no other choice, Damian turned back to Tim’s work and looked at the smiling face that had so innocently caught his eye earlier in the evening.  He just couldn’t reconcile her smile and soft words with the hard-lined face of her father and his rap sheet.  It didn’t add up and he didn’t want to admit that he could have been played so easily.

[watchtower-feed]

Death Do We Part (Part 8)

SSA Spin-off ✧ Jason Todd ✧ Physical Link ✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3 ✧ 4 ✧ 5 ✧ 6 ✧ 7 ✧ 8 ✧ 9 ✧ 10 ✧ 11 ✧ 12 ✧ 13 ✧ 14 ✧ 15 ✧ Notes: Oh boy. This part and the next were supposed to be just one part. At the end of this fic, I’ll have enough words for a freaking novel! Please, though, tell me what you think of the story! Loving and violent reactions are welcome. Words: 2,800+

    You’re startled. You quickly scan the property for any movement but you just miss the figure retreating into the distance. Back into Gotham City.

     As soon as they get back to the cave, you’re waiting for them on your toes. “He was here!” you shout frantically. “He was at the manor!” You hover over them until they’re running towards the monitor where you have all of the surveillance cameras up and running.

     You all watch silently, hands leaning on the desk, eyes straining for the slightest movement in the darkness.

     “There he is!” you point at the camera placed directly in front of Jason’s room. Alfred replays the video like he has for the hundredth time that night. You wait as they watch the seemingly boring video, and then there it was, the slightest movement of the tip of a nearby hedge nearly off-camera, as if someone passed through it.

     “Are you sure it’s not the wind?” Dick asks in a serious tone. He believes you but he wants the details. Needs them before he brings his hopes up.

     You nod. “I knew something was different tonight. At the time I wasn’t feeling different temperatures. And I could hear…”

     “You could hear?” Tim tries to prompt you to keep going. What’s the point of keeping secrets now when it’s what got everyone in this mess in the first place?

     “I was talking to myself-- talking to Jason-- like I do every night. And I could almost hear myself in my own ears--”

     “Like he was listening to you,” Bruce interrupts, eyes wide.

     “That means he’s in Gotham! He was here! At the manor!” Dick says excitedly.

     You suddenly frown, making all three of them stare at you. “He was.”

     Alfred sighs, “That’s what Y/N has been trying to tell you, master Bruce. Before we came down to the cave, Y/N felt seasick again.”

     The sudden news greatly diminishes their spirit. Bruce wanted to be angry. He wanted to scold you and Alfred for not telling them about this sooner. Instead, Bruce turns around and enters the bat plane again, leaving his two partners behind. You know where he’s going. You know Bruce is going to spend all night tracking every boat, every ship, and every yacht that left Gotham docks until he finds Jason.

     But you also know he won’t find him. You’ve been at this for a year but it’s becoming very clear that you’ll only find Jason if he wants to be found. And maybe that’s for the best.

     In the meantime, your new life has to keep going, or in your case, it has to start.

     “Being dead for two years and a ghost for another has nothing to do with your education, Y/N,” Alfred argues with you for the tenth time this month, “We’re enrolling you into Gotham University. You start next week.”

     “Next week? That’s too soon!”

     Tim is the same age as you and Jason, biologically, but you always argue that you’re older than him and death just held you back two years. It bothers you that you’re both going to be freshmen at Gotham U but Tim is going to leave you three semesters behind.

     Tim chuckles, “You’ve been hiding in the manor for too long. It’s time to re-introduce you back into society, Y/N.”

     “Ew. You’re starting to sound like Dick.” 

     “Hey!” Dick yells out as he enters the kitchen. 

     Ever since Jason ran away from Gotham, you’ve gotten closer to Dick and Tim. You use each other to keep Jason’s presence alive, telling each other stories about him while Tim listens and chimes in whenever familiar Jason-Robin stories would come up. At some point, you stopped talking about Jason and just told each other about what life was like before. With friends. Your family.

     You decided not to return to your own family. You knew one day Bruce or Alfred would ask you but you prepared yourself to say no. Your family and friends have already mourned for you. Given what your life is now and who it’s linked to, you don’t want them to have to experience that kind of heartbreak again.

     “Welcome to Gotham University, Robin Wayne. Hmm,” The sophomore in charge of freshman orientation has set her sights on you and Tim, being Waynes and all. “Bruce can’t seem to stay in a stable relationship for more than a month but he sure does like to adopt kids.”

     “I’m 18,” you say frankly, trying to get this moving along.

     Tim snickers beside you. It was his and Dick’s bright idea to choose your name for you. They both think it’s a great inside joke but you think all that crime-fighting has seriously messed up their sense of humor.

     You’re thankful though that they don’t really call you that. They still call you by your real name.

     College and your new identity aren’t about starting a new life and closing the old one. Robin is your identity to the outside world and Y/N L/N is your secret identity. Much like how Robin is to Tim and Nightwing is to Dick and… Batman is to Bruce Wayne.

     Bruce.

     He’s the one who’s taking Jason’s absence much harder than all of you. He disappears all night doing his usual routine of keeping the city safe and then spends any downtime looking for any trace of Jason in Gotham or anywhere else in the world.

     He would catch you by surprise every now and then, asking you if you’ve felt anything about Jason. Anything at all. A change in temperature. The direction in the wind. Sudden hunger. And you always shake your head sadly.

     You actually saw Jason that night. You vividly saw his shadow leap over the property and back into Gotham. It took everything in you to not run after your soulmate.

     You didn’t tell Alfred or Bruce or anyone because you wanted to give Jason time to get away. If he heard you that night, you hope he followed your advice. That he’s living a better life and this time you won’t let Bruce mess it up.

     Even though you don’t talk about Jason as much, to Tim and Dick the search for Jason continues as well. At least once a week, they would join Bruce in his search and they always ask you to join them.

     They’re not forcing you to do it. You can say no if you don’t want to. But how will that look? Everyone wants Jason back except for you, the one person who can actually find him and knows where he is.

     You feel it. You feel the familiar wind in your hair and the flying sand in your face. You know he’s back at the fortress and it makes you angry. You thought he would choose a better life so why is he back there?

     But of course, whenever Tim or Dick asks you, you lie.

     “I haven’t felt anything new. It’s like he’s gone completely radio silent on me or something.”

     Tim chuckles and teases, “That’s not what radio silence means.”

     You roll your eyes. “Shut up,” you joke back.

     Dick stares at the two of you and then leans in close with a smirk, “What’s this? What’s going on here?”

     “Nothing!” you both snap at Dick. You shove him but it doesn’t really do anything. Regardless, he fakes being hurt to appease your feelings which only makes you more frustrated.

     Partly, because he’s right. After being sensitive to another person’s every sense and feeling, you’ve become adept at reading people. You know that Tim has been spending more time with you than Dick has and he always tries to talk to you about almost anything.

     You’re also aware that your body seems to find every excuse it can to touch Tim, to be close to him.

     And even more so, you’re aware that nothing can ever happen between the two of you.

     Tim is Jason’s replacement. Jason is your soulmate. The very existence of Tim in your life is due to the fact that Jason is your soulmate. You can’t even look at Tim without looking for a single trait of Jason’s, a sign that he’s the one standing in front of you.

     So then why? Why are you lying next to each other in the garden, staring up at the stars, sharing a blanket, and fingers twitching to touch the other? 

     You’re just talking about being Robin, the crime-fighting Robin that soars the Gotham skyline alongside the dark knight. You’re exasperated by the idea that the three of them would want to endanger their lives every single night.

     Tim half-agrees that you’re right and then he tells you about Batman’s training, how in-depth it is, and accurate, that it’s what keeps him going out there. Tim knows that the three of them never did it for the glory or the fame and infamy. Speaking on Jason and Dick’s behalf, Tim tells you that it was all about being able to stand next to Batman and help him in his mission to save the city.

     You listen in awe because you never thought of it that way. Boys. Children. Putting themselves on the front line for Batman. The savior of Gotham City. 

     You look at Tim and say, “He’s lucky to have you.” Then you look up again. “Gotham should really appreciate you more. Maybe a Robin signal would be just the thing,” you chuckle and Tim does too.

     But it’s quiet now. All you can hear is your breathing and Tim’s breathing. You turn to the side again, hoping to start another conversation, but you find Tim is looking at you as well. You watch as a red shade grows on his cheeks and his eyes dart away from your gaze.

     He’s surprised to find that you’re still staring at him when he looks back. Slowly and gently, Tim raises his head so he can lean down close to you but he stops only an inch from your lips, waiting and hoping for you to close the gap, to decide for yourself.

     You can feel his short breaths on your lips and you close your eyes before you lean in. His lips are soft and small. Neither of you move and it’s over so soon. Tim’s smiling and the redness on his face has gone up to the tips of his ears.

     “You’re so red,” you tease happily.

     Tim’s flustered but he teases back, “So are you, Y/N! You’re like a beetroot!”

     You laugh and smile. 

     Tim holds your hand when he walks you back to your room. He holds your fingers together while you walk side by side. There’s a warmth to them you can’t deny. You’re smiling the whole time and even you can feel the redness traveling to your ears.

     Tim walks you to your door and says goodnight. You wait for him to enter his own room before you close your door. You lie down on the bed and sleep comes to you easier than it ever has this past year.

     In the morning, you wake up with your name written on your arm.

     Y/N.

     Suddenly you can smell the scent of your bed and it smells like Jason. Everywhere you look you see every single item Jason has touched. You see his clothes peeking from the open door of your wardrobe. You see his picture on your nightstand.

     You feel sick to your stomach and you vomit on the floor. You’re crying as you’re heaving out acid yet again. Why? Why now? Why do you get to feel guilty over a kiss when Jason had sex with Talia? Why do you feel betrayed and guilty at the same time?

     “This isn’t fair, Jason!”

     Your sobs and retching start getting louder. Bruce quickly enters the room, followed by Tim and Alfred. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Bruce asks and you know he’s not asking for you. He’s asking for Jason which makes you cry harder.

     “Get out!” you scream at them, making everyone flinch at the shrillness of your voice.

     “Y/N…” you know Tim is about to place his hands on your back and you quickly snap and slap his hand away.

     You glare at the ground, “Don’t touch me.” You refuse to look at the hurt expression on Tim’s face. But he sees the newly written mark on your arm. Defeated, Bruce gently leads him out of the room. 

     “Y/N,” Alfred’s stern voice gets through to you. You know you did something extremely wrong. You know it before you even did it. “One day you will come to understand that we are trying to help you. We care for you. Not just for master Jason, but you as well.”

     You wait until Alfred closes the door behind him before you crumple back onto the bed. You keep crying and massaging your coarse throat while staring at your name written on your arm.

     Jason never does write anything else. He also never rubbed off your name on his arm. You would stare at it and touch it every night and wonder why he wrote it.

     Absentmindedly, you would even touch it during the day. Tim sees you doing it during a lecture and you’re aware enough to turn and see the look of shock and then anguish pass over his face before it became stoic.

     You stop talking to Tim completely after that and you even find yourself distancing yourself from Dick. An easy feat considering, he’s only at the manor once a week. But you could never keep yourself away from Alfred. He wants you to apologize to Tim but you can’t, not just yet. And you know Tim doesn’t want that at the moment.

     You spend most of your time in the cave again. This time you’re actually helping Bruce find Jason.

     “I checked the fortress. There was no one there. Not a single assassin,” Bruce relays it to you over the comm while he’s in the bat plane.

     “How about the sacred city? I sensed the same feelings from the fortress. That might be the only other place Jason is familiar with.”

     “On my way now.”

     You wait and you watch but deep down you already know he’s not going to find him there. It has been a week since you last felt that, another week before you finally decided to help Bruce. But you didn’t feel seasick afterward so maybe Jason hasn’t gone far.

     “Still no sign of him, Y/N. Any other ideas?”

     “Any other cities in the area?”

     “Not for hundreds of miles.”

     You sigh and fold your knees close to your chest, “Come back, Batman. Let’s call it a night.”

     You’ve been spending a lot more time with Bruce at night and he doesn’t question you about it. The only things you talk about are the missions and Jason. Every little thing you feel, you try to relay to Bruce but you don’t really come up with anything useful. Nevertheless, Bruce always checks out your suggestions.

     “That’s the last of the League’s fortresses.”

     “And still no Jason.”

     “Hn,” Bruce grunts, “maybe. But it is a little odd,” he looks at the monitor, almost like he was talking to himself. “Every single fortress was empty and turned into rubble. It’s almost like someone’s been methodically attacking every known base of the League.”

     “You think someone has it out for them-- You think Jason is doing this?”

     Bruce looks at you, “Other than the weather and the environment, do you feel anything different about your body? Things you wouldn’t be feeling in relation to your own activities.”

     You think about it for a while. But your first thought is how strange it is that you would’ve lashed out at such a question just last month.

     “My body is still always fatigued even though I’m barely exercising. I feel them more on my arms, too.”

     “How about now?”

     Now you close your eyes and you numb your senses to your own body. You can feel an even steady wind hitting you in the face and noise coming from where the wind is coming from. “I feel a fan…” The wind isn’t that strong or the noise too loud but you’re disappointed to find out that that’s all you feel. “That’s it.”

     “Strange.” Bruce is already looking at the monitor. His elbows on the desk while his hands hold up his chin. “These past few weeks, whenever you try to tune in to Jason’s feelings, you always come up with nothing. But he’s obviously up to something.”

     You try to run through all of the implications in your head and only come up with one thing. “Do you think he found a way to figure out when I’m tuning in? And turns off his own senses?”

     Bruce turns around, eyes narrow. He stares at your worried face for a second before he puts on a pensive expression. “It’s not impossible.”

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[docgold13]

Imagine being upset that you're focusing on minor DC characters.. I don't think I've heard people complain about wanting the popular ones in a long time now. You should mess with this anon and have the Red Hood and Arsenal rep be just the old tube head Red Hood and Speedy in your project lol Any of the Metal Men yet by way? Or even Magnus himself? Great art in these by the way! Can't wait to see more ^^ As for a question... hmmmm... any thoughts on the Justice League Dark fellahs? Or even the Justice Society? Both are pretty fun ideas, I don't know which I prefer

Thanks for the kind words. Very much appreciated!

I have a lot of pals who are big time Jason Todd fans, so I'm not going to give them short-shift just to mess with some rando anon.

I'm a sucker for archery based heroes. Arsenal will be featured, along with Speedy, Red Arrow, Arrowette and both Green Arrows. The irony is that I still cannot draw a decent recurve bow... it's like a mental block or something.

Doc Magnus and his Metal Men are definitely included, because I love those guys. I'm running out of dates so i think I'll do the group as a single entry. And looking at my list, I think I'll have every member of the Justice League Dark included and nearly every member of the JSA.

Thanks agains :)

[duskypinkbow]

From the looks of it I might have an unpopular opinion here, but I think the 2 people who are at the most fault here are Dom AND David. David in my eyes is just as guilty for coercing and pushing these girls to drink and get drunk. I don’t care what anyone says, the victims stated that they were told to be more “fun and liven up” when they had clear intention of not having s3x. Those girls were pressured and especially by David. I don’t doubt for a minute he had asked Jason to buy the girls alcohol. I think Trisha is telling the truth because at this point with the article and past remarks I think this is something that happened. Whether or not Jeff and Todd bought the alcohol, we might never know, but someone did that night and I can def see Jeff being uncomfortable with it and Todd being foolish enough to do it. No hate to you, because I appreciate you’re one of the few who are posting rn, but I think other people need to wake up and smell the roses. I think those boys we “love”, were acting like boys and let their friend assault a girl and unknowingly participated in it without realizing what they had done. At the end of the day, men in society overall SUCK, and even someone like Trisha I’ll stand with before I ever stand with a man because this world isn’t equal for us just yet. And Trisha might be crazy, but she’s not a liar. I’m also so angry at David’s apology video, if he had apologized to Seth a month ago this whole thing would’ve never blew up, but David ended up shooting himself in the foot with this one.

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[roguish-gallery]

Did you ever make that joker tier list, I always like seeing what people think of all the different ones. Though if they put Romero last I can no longer respect them.

LMAO I DID! I think I’ve made it kind of obvious in this blog but I... don’t... particularly... care... for... the joker.... unless he’s, y’know, fun to watch. Cause he’s a clown, and clowns are supposed to be entertaining. But since you politely brought it up, and and because I have a deep respect for mutual Romero-lovers, I guess this would be a good time to explain my rankings and just discuss my general thoughts on each clown:

General Thoughts:

For the most part, I don’t really care for the Joker. This is hardly an uncommon opinion here on tumblr, but I definitely fall on the side of the fandom that feels that he gets too much attention from DC. I get WHY they use him so often for films and comics, and I don’t have anything against *most* folks who consider them their favorite Batman villain, but at this point he’s used more for shock value and as a crutch instead of anything interesting. Like, instead of giving attention to the other Rogues, writers (at least for the comics) will try and make up some bullshit story that they can shoehorn the Joker into, ‘cause it sells. It’s tiring, and I feel like the character has lost his meaning; I can only read so many stories about the Joker, I don’t fucking know, wearing a suit made from dead babies and Jason Todd’s flayed corpse before I get sick of it.

I’m at the point where I’ll like any Joker who’s just fun to watch. I genuinely respect those who prefer darker interpretations of the character, but that isn’t me; I vastly prefer the lighthearted takes on him, because... at this point... writers who use the “cleaner” version of him tend to be more creative, since they actually have to write a Joker story that doesn’t rely on gore/torture porn.

TIER ONE:

Joker Baby: Self explanatory. Joker Baby is thematic, thoughtful, and intense. Everytime I watch this video, I shiver with fear and pleasure; something primal in me awakens whenever Joker Baby runs his fingers through his spray-on dyed hair, and ends up smearing green paint on his forehead- it represents the inner turmoil, the chaos, that resides within the disturbed body that is Joker Baby. Nothing can ever hope to top the artistic and cultural impact Joker Baby has had on society.

TIER TWO:

Batman Ninja: I genuinely believe that Batman Ninja is one of the most fun, organic, and creative things to come out from the Batman side of DC comics in like... hmmm... a decade, maybe (I could talk for hours about how much I love this movie but that’s something for a future post). This Joker is easily, and unironically my favorite interpretation of the character, period. I love his energy, his design, everything. This is the most fun I’ve ever had watching a Joker on-screen, and for that I’ve gotta give the film credit where it is due.

Batman ‘66: I looooove Caesar Romero. Batman ‘66 in general is one of my favorite pieces of Batman media, and I absolutely adore this Joker. The show is pure, genuine fun, and it’s nice to turn my brain off and watch a show where the entire cast was allowed to goof around. This Joker is just a cute, goofy little clown-man who likes to commit crimes, go surfing, turn Gotham’s water reserve into gelatin, and have wild orgies with Penguin, Catwoman, and the Riddler. I massively appreciate the hustle. I love his little mustache and his facial expressions. I’d give him a chaste little kiss on the cheek if I could.

The Batman: EXTREMELY CONTROVERSIAL TAKE BUT. I think TB!Joker is better than what people will give him credit for. I can only imagine how stressful it must have been to be the first Batman cartoon to follow BTAS and the writers for this show knew they were gonna be fucked no matter what they did with the Joker, so they just decided to try something completely different with him. Personally, I appreciate the new direction- he has a fun, unhinged energy. I’ve placed him higher than BTAS/BTNA!Joker simply because The Batman was the show that got me into the Rogues in the first place, and I’m just a bit closer to this Joker because of it. Also his vampire form was cool as FUCK in Batman Vs. Dracula and the scene where he gets drenched in blood at a blood bank is fucking awesome.

Batman the Animated Series/The New Adventures: Everyone loves BTAS’s Joker, and I’m no exception. Mark Hamill is fucking great, and the writers clearly knew the character well enough to create a version of him that can be fun and threatening. As an aside, I unironically like his redesign in BTNA- I remember Hamill mentioning somewhere that he thought it was neat that this Joker looked more like a shark (I’ll see if I can find a source on that... I think he said it in an interview with Kevin Smith?) and I kinda agree with him. the redesigns in the final season are hit or miss, but I didn’t get why so many people bitched about the Joker’s new look.

Batman Unlimited: Hear me out... Hear me out... Clown... funny... and cute... He wears a little crown and gives Solomon Grundy a little smooch on the cheek and it is as delightful as it sounds. Yes the Batman Unlimited films literally only exist to sell toys but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy them on some ironic level.

TIER THREE:

Lego Batman: He’s a gay icon. He has the range. Enough said.

White Knight: This is just a genuinely good, original take on the character, and the art in White Knight is absolutely gorgeous. 

Arkham: My friends and I joke that this Joker is basically a more unhinged version of BTAS! Joker and... yeah. I’m glad Hamill and Paul Dini got to fuck around with the character more, but I never really dwelled on the Joker parts of the games like I might have for other characters. I definitely liked him the most in Arkham Asylum, as he was more fun to watch. Arkham City was fiiiiine, but I think I replayed the game so much that I kinda got fatigued with everything about it. Genuinely hated his part in Origins, and I was pissed that he stole the attention from Black Mask and Bane (who’s the best fucking part of Origins IMO). I’ll admit that I... Haven’t... played... Knight yet (I have it on PC but my laptop is too wimpy to run it) but like... He’s dead at that point, so I’d assume he isn’t the main point of that game anyway. I love Mark Hamill and the fact I can personally beat the shit out of this Joker, so he’s ranked up pretty high for those reasons.

TIER FOUR:

Batman ‘89: TBH this Joker should be a rank higher, but I’m too lazy to hop onto PicsArt to change it. NIcholson was an excellent choice, and I apprecaite how this Joker makes use of the playful and unhinged aspects of the character. Also, his outfits are cute, and I love the museum scene.

Brave and the Bold: Technically this Joker SHOULD be ranked higher since he’s literally based on the more lighthearted comics in the 60′s but... ehhh... I haven’t really watched BATB so I don’t have any strong opinions on the show and how it handles the character. he’s ranked this high through beause I appreciate what they were going for.

Golden Age: The quality of comics are always subjective, based on the creative team behind them. Some I’ll like more, others less so, It’s kind of hard to rank the pre-52 comic version of the Joker because of this.

TIER FIVE:

Killing Joke: Read it, didn’t care for it. I acknowledge how massive the impact this comic had on... everything, but just because I recognize how important this graphic novel is, doesn’t mean I have to like it.

The Dark Knight: Ledger did an excellent job with the role, but uhh... I’m kind of sick of the alt-right chuds who are out there sucking this Joker’s dick. The fanbase definitely ruined the character for me.

TIER SIX:

99′: Eh

Endgame: No

Suicide Squad: NO

Death of the Family: Hate him. Despise him. Lame stupid dumb little edgy bitch.

Gotham (Jeremiah): I don’t particulary care for Gotham in general, but the only reason I ranked this Joker over Jerome is beause I thought it was kinda funny to see that they made him a little rat-man, and I liked watching all the fujoshi on here cry and complain that they can’t ship this version of the joker with the pre-pubescent Bruce Wayne in the show bc he’s too ugly.

Gotham (Jerome): stop shippping this freak (who is fucking eighteen years old) with a literal twelve year old child. what the FUCK is wrong with yall.

UNRANKED:

The Joker (2019): I don’t plan on watching this film, nor will I ever. I know this is ironic, coming from someone who runs a Rogue blog, but stuff that focuses primarily on a character’s deteriorating mental health makes me reaaaaallllllyyyyy anxious (it’s kind of a phobia) and considering that I don’t particularly the Joker, I have no reason to watch something I know will only give my dumb ADHD-ass intrusive throughts.