#Jason robin

[lambsouvlaki]

Rule of Threes

Jason and Bruce, after the Batarang incident. 1k words. TW: suicidal thoughts, guns, descriptions of wounds

Jason, his neck stitched up and bandaged, sat at the foot of his own grave. 

Gotham was merely cloudy today. The grass around him had grown thick, and was only a touch soggy from the night’s dew. The sun was rising, somewhere, but it wouldn’t pierce the band of smog that lined the horizon for another hour. The light had a dull brown tint to it. 

He sat with his legs crossed. The stone angel wept over the tombstone and the empty grave. How dramatic. It hadn’t been maintained over the last few months and mold crept up the sides of the stone.

Jason imagined a little bird in red and green sitting next to him. Blood splattered, dusty with the debris of a recent explosion.

Once was a fluke. Twice was a coincidence. It would take three to be a pattern.

He traced the bandage on his throat. 

Robin looked at him with a frown. He couldn’t speak. Of course he couldn’t, fatal smoke inhalation did that to a person. 

Jason swallowed through the pain in his own throat. He could still speak but he was trying not to to avoid agitating the wounds. 

He wasn’t even mad. That was the deal. He issued the ultimatum.

Him or the Joker. He didn’t… he didn’t really expect Bruce to go for it. He had no plans for a world with a dead Joker in it. He just wanted to see. And now he did. 

Jason snapped off a couple of grass stems. The green smeared on his glove. 

Joker was back in Arkham. Probably giggling up a storm by now, maybe he even treated himself to a whimsical murder or two. Batman was back on patrol. There was barely a hiccup in operations. At least this time there was no ambiguity. Bruce had chosen a thousand times before but now he had lost the shroud of plausible deniability. Jason ripped it away and made him dip his hands in the blood he was responsible for spilling.

Jason’s blood. Finally put to good use. It justified his existence for that round at least.

He ripped up a chunk of grass, roots and all. 

Why was he still alive? There was nothing left. 

The kid leaned against him. He could just about feel the warmth of a body freshly robbed of life. The kid let out an exasperated breath and nodded at Sheila’s grave, next door to his own. 

Jason hummed. “Sorry, kid, it's a nice idea but I’m fresh out of parents to die for.”

Robin whacked his arm. 

He smiled. His neck stung. 

Why the hell was he alive. 

“The problem with my surviving, you see, is that it lets Bruce off easy,” he said, letting the pain radiate up through his neck to his jaw and sinuses. “He gets to choose murder, but if the victim survives it doesn’t count. …Then again the dead are easy to ignore. Recontextualise into something more convenient.”

He left the grass in peace, and reached for his gun. He examined it in the grimy light. “Maybe it doesn’t matter,” he muttered.

Don’t, the kid’s single remaining eye seemed to say. 

“Why not? Everyone else got a turn.”

The kid just looked tired. The dirty tear tracks down his face were long dried. His right eye was swollen shut, the left was bloodshot. 

Jason’s finger tapped the trigger guard. He didn’t want to do it in front of the kid. 

Stupid. The kid had seen worse. Been through worse. What other escape was there from this game for three? He tapped the mouth of the barrel under his chin. 

A lot of sayings about threes, now that he thought about it. 

The rule of threes. 

Third time’s the charm. 

Three strikes and you’re out.

“Don’t.”

Three’s a crowd, he thought, lips flattening. The kid’s shoulders sagged.

“I’m just following your cue here, Bruce,” Jason said. His voice was raspy now he was pitching it for an audience beyond the imaginary. He turned his head, holding the gun loosely. 

Bruce stood behind him, dressed like a normal man, and standing several yards away. All the way up there with the living, even if he did look like something Death forgot to collect while doing the rounds. It was nice they had so much in common. 

He stepped closer. 

“Nu-uh.” Jason got up.  

The kid planted himself between them, staring up at Bruce defiantly. Aw. 

Bruce stopped. 

The kid was right in front of him, arms crossed. Jason looked at the horrible burned remains of his back. 

Three’s a crowd, indeed. 

“Jason–”

“We’ve been through this already. No take backs.”

Maybe this time it would stick.

Maybe it wouldn’t. 

Once a fluke, twice coincidence, thrice… 

Bruce looked between him and the gun. His expression was so damn aggravated it should have been funny. But Jason was tired. His neck hurt. He should still be dead, dammit. 

“Jason, listen to me,” Bruce started. 

“No.”

“Do you want me to beg?” he demanded. “It didn’t stop you last time.”

“Didn’t stop you either.”

His jaw ticked. All that tension, his dentist must weep over it. 

Bruce’s arm dropped. “What do you want?”

“This is old ground, Bruce, I don’t know why you’re expecting new information. You only get to keep the one of us.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way.”

Jason snorted and gave his neck a clap. His vision blacked out with pain for a second. When it came back Bruce was staring at him with his face frozen. Maybe it was horror. Maybe it was heartbreak. But probably not. 

The kid looked back at him, so tired.

He supposed this looked different from Bruce’s perspective: the grave was behind Jason, Robin beyond his grasp. A monster in the way. 

He was kidding himself. The grave was empty. 

But the kid wasn’t in front of him either. 

There were only two people in this graveyard. 

“He’s not worth it,” Bruce said quietly. 

“No.” Jason lowered the gun. “You’re not worth it.”

He threw it at Bruce’s feet. He shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked away.

[agressivepelmen]

Just some sketches :D

I'm still trying to find a way how to draw Jason as Robin :")

[spicy-apple-pie]

Poor Bruce... has yet to learn to not lecture siblings together because they just feed off each other's energy. (Also trying to draw hunks better by using Dan Mora as a reference which I think is pretty evident lol)

Commission Info / Kofi

[lokutofu]

Jason Todd as Robin! 🎁✨

Redraw of the first panel below from Robin 80th Anniversary, “More Time”! (AND IF I SAY HE IS TINY??? vvv)

[mylifeingotham]

[sharksandjays]

Happy Birthday, little bird 🕊️

[missingnightwingsmullet]

a boy and his bike

[qcomicsy]

I don't think we give the Robins enough credit for fighting the joker at 10-13 years old. Because from a human point of view the guy is terrifying.

[forwards-beckon-rebound]

jason todd with a partner who’s afraid of guns

ft. gn!reader, mentions of guns (obviously), other weapons, potential home break ins, just jason being a little paranoid but we love him for that anyways

i imagine he would already have his vigilante and personal life very separate (he's just a guy :( who wants some normalcy and domesticity)

so i don't really imagine him letting his partner see much of his red hood persona

like he's not exactly bringing you to fights or anything even remotely dangerous

so, knock on wood, you’ll never have to see him actually shoot anybody, but he will still try to find ways to keep you safe when he’s not there

probably soooo very very protective of you, like even if he was practically in love with you, would hesitate to start a relationship until he's sure that his enemies won't have a way to use you against him

he's going to like one safe house to store his stuff and then probably another one just to throw people off of his tracks before he heads to your place

i think if his partner wasn't afraid of him guns at home, like is just scared of handling them, he would probably have one on him when he's going home

to protect himself because he could be attacked anywhere and also in case something happens at home (his worst nightmare is walking home to an empty apartment when he knows you should be home and in bed)

and he normally would have a stash of weapons in the house, including guns, in case either of you have to defend yourselves

like preferablyyyyyyy he teaches you the basics like how to load a gun, turn the safety on and off, and shoot, but if not there are plenty of other weapons to choose from

and he’ll let you know where they all are (it’s not hard, like you’ll probably run into a few on accident throughout the day anyways) and will tell you where the guns are so you can avoid them if you so wish (he’ll probably have them in case he’s home and needs them though)

super paranoid guy but considering everything he's been through and how many people he's antagonized in gotham, makes sense

however, if his partner is afraid of even having them lying around, he's definitely willing to make some changes. he still uses them while he's fighting, but subconsciously, he might be less likely to reach for them

he's not bringing any guns home (probably just settle for some knives, idk why but he seems like he would steal batarangs for funsies so he might have some on hand)

like he’ll drop off his guns when he gets to one of his safe houses and then arm himself to the moon with other stuff (sorry again i fear he is a little paranoid but like it’s understandable)

as far as weapons in the house...i think he'll still have a few guns, just in case, but he'll make sure it's not somewhere you could easily find them, like if you guys both have your own offices then he’ll leave them in his

honestly, for your peace of mind, he probably won't tell you the exact location, just lets you know that there are a few for life or death situations (unless you ask for the location, in which case he's more than happy to tell you)

so many other weapons though. i genuinely don't think he'd compromise too much on that one. again, if you don't like sharp objects or anything like that, at the very least, he is putting pepper spray in every room and a metal baseball bat

and probably some flares, smoke bombs, nonlethal stuff so you can run to safety if you don't want to deal with the assailant head-on, but best believe you’ll know how to use all of them very well

and there’s always self defence moves, although i think he prays that you never have to get to that point

why am i imagining jason practicing escape routes with you from different places in your apartment like it's some sort of fire drill

“okay pretend i’m the attacker and i come in through the window with a knife while you’re washing the dishes. what are you going to do?”

“cry?”

“no, sweetheart, remember, if you’re in the kitchen and they don’t have any long distance weapons then you go with escape plan C.”

“bitch how tf am i supposed to remember all of the plans.”

HE DOES IT OUT OF LOVE

will actually stress tf out if you don’t do it so uhhhhhhhhh yeah i’d start studying

will make you practice it every once in a while just to keep it fresh

and it’ll be random too because “crime doesn’t give you a heads up in gotham”

on the plus side if you have any weird requests he’ll probably feel bad and do them

like if you want fresh flowers in the house at all times? babe, he was going to do that anyways. onlt the best for you

you want to decorate the house in whatever style you like? here’s his card (being a crime lord does make good money)

doesn’t matter if he likes it or not, it’s only fair. you get to decorate your place with cute throw pillows, he gets to hide a few daggers under the sofa, same difference

or like if you want his location at all times? and hourly check ups?

honestly, he’s touched that you care about his safety as much as he cares about yours. he’ll make sure it’s encrypted so nobody can hack into your phone and see that, but he’s more than willing to whip out his phone in chasing down some villain to tell you he’s gonna be late for dinner or whatever

guys, at the end of the day, he just really loves and cares for his partner, and he'll do whatever makes you the safest and most comfortable

he has some…interesting habits but it’s all to make sure you stay safe

and he makes up for it by bringing home little trinkets that remind him of you and planning elaborate date nights and all of that cute stuff to show how much he cares

and who knows, if you still remember escape plan p maybe he’ll have a little treat planned!

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

Do people like- realise that since after jason skinny dipped in the Lazarus pit, in many he lost his memories and/or was trying to actively remember them, so there is a high chance that he thought Bruce was his real bio dad since he was a more active dad to him anyways than Willis

meaning he thought that he was his blood son, a wayne, he grew up in wayne manor, and since he knew of Damian and Talia he most likely thought that Talia was his bio mom too for a while before he remembered how/why he died, meaning he considered damian his real brother

Bo cause do you realise the angst here???

Like imagine him suddenly remembering how they met, and he's confused, till it hits him,it hits him hard, and he just-

"..you're not dad? /.. Bruce isn't dad?"

cause even if you and your dad have issues you still want him to be your dad yk

UGHH THE ANGST

Especially if you consider your head cannon that after he reconnected with Bruce he still didn't remember a lot of stuff and was just taking others word on it and he came across rumours of him being Bruce's secret bio child with one of his numerous lovers, cause why else would he just adopt some random kid off the street? And it seems pretty legit, willis didn't like him much. Not being his bio kid made a lot of sense. God I would devour a fic where Bruce and jason. Are just checking what all he remembered, or just talking casually, or having one of their disagreements and it came up. I would kill my self for it

[magicalbunbun]

Imagine how Batfam would react to Jason, y/n and Elizabeth as a family. Dick would have disbelief that his younger brother started a family before him, I'll probably keep silent about the rest...

Dick can't accept this

[cowboy-doinggay]

So there’s this old TikTok audio where it gives a list of people not to fight with and one of them is “don’t fight your dad until your 16 and stop fighting your son once he turns 18” and I’m sorry but that’s all I can think about whenever I see Batman fighting any of the brids.

[grierpilots]

ROBIN LIVES #4 SPOILER

the way we could have had it all it’s pissing me off so bad how do you start a comic run SO GOOD and give me expectations to end that way ☠️ nah, i won’t accept this shit

[spicy-apple-pie]

that's for Jason to know and for Dick to never find out :) (Bruce put hidden pockets so Jason could keep food on him)

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[rockingthegraveyard]

Jason's anger as Robin wasn’t a blind or careless anger. He was angry at injustice, he was angry at people (men) who hurt people (women and children) that couldn’t fight for themselves. And is it any wonder why he has this specific, sensitive trigger? With the history he’s had since the very beginning and the all the things tacked on through the years, Jason wanting to defend victims of angry, hateful, manipulative and/or abusive men makes a lot of sense. 

Yes, he tried to strangle Two Face but like all the Robins, he was angry and lashing out at someone who was deemed responsible for one of his parent’s death. 

Even this moment-

could be argued that this is defense of not only himself, a child who was slammed against a wall with a knife held to his face just hours before, but his mother as well since this is the man supplying her with drugs. 

Jason was an angry Robin, yes, just like all the other Robin’s when faces with their own triggers. 

[mylifeingotham]