#bluejay!jason todd

[knight-of-the-graces]

Hey, um… with the whole “Bluejay!Jason” concept… has anybody ever considered it as an Inkheart reference instead of just a play off his name?

Follow me here, and sorry in advance, this turned into a ramble.

In the second book of the Inkheart trilogy, Inkspell, one of the main protagonists adopts a Robin Hood-esque approach to defeating the tyrant king, and adopts the name of ‘The Bluejay’ from famous folk legends and songs written by a beloved poet and often sung by travelling minstrels. He’s -Inkspell spoilers ahead, though this book is unironically older than I am- known for toppling said tyrant’s throne through the binding of a magic book (a recurring theme throughout the series, if you’ve never read it, which you should). He’s a champion among the Motley Folk, who were that world’s equivalent to a travelling circus and also regularly aid him in his quest to topple the Adderhead (the tyrant king mentioned above), and sought to help the poor and downtrodden. The Bluejay is aided and abetted by his family and friends, which include a shapeshifting wife, a daughter with the ability to make anything she reads come true, a fire-dancer who can speak to the flames, and a knife-throwing 'circus' prince with a black bear companion. (They're not called the Motley Folk for no reason, people!)

Now, consider for a moment: Little Jason Todd, in the local library, absolutely devouring the Inkheart series. It's everything a little kid could dream of in a fantasy book! And there's three of these fat books, what more could you possibly want? And he has an excuse to sit in a warm, safe building for a few hours.

Now imagine, Inkspell becomes his comfort book. Of course it does- every kid had one, and I can't imagine an orphan who grew up alone on the streets of Gotham picking anything other than a story about a strange man helping the opressed and downtrodden in a land he grows to call his own with the help of his family- and The Bluejay is an excellent father to his daughter, too, of course Jason pictured himself as part of that family, as whisked away into that world.

And of course, the rest of the series is wonderful too -Inkheart is where it all began, after all, and Inkdeath is the final triumph over evil!-, but Inkspell is a story about becoming. About learning to be more than you were born as- after all, if Mo the simple bookbinder could become the hero The Bluejay, what could Jason the street orphan become?

Maybe, instead of discovering this book in a library, he found it in the trash. And maybe he wondered, as he read it, why anyone would ever want to throw away the tale of Mo the Blujay, of Meggie the Silvertongue, of Resa the brave swift, of Dustfinger the loyal Fire-Dancer? (And maybe the last one took a while to get there, but he did get there! Eventually! And maybe Jason can understand why it took Dustfinger so long to truly come to trust someone again, because trust is a terribly dangerous thing to give to someone, because you can never really know what they'll do with it.) Maybe he read it through without knowing anything about Capricorn or The Shadow or why they feared the man named Basta, because they hadn't thrown away the first book, only the second. Maybe he wept for the death of Dustfinger, at the very end, because he didn't know that Death wouldn't keep him, because they hadn't thrown away the third book.

Maybe Inkspell found its place among his most treasured possessions. Maybe, when he met Batman and Bruce Wayne in one night and his life changed forever, Inkspell came with him, with its familiar story and characters and world and sorrows.

Maybe one of the first things Bruce did, upon seeing Jason reading that same battered old paperback, was to order Inkheart and Inkdeath and leave them in his room. Maybe that was when Jason started to realize that he wasn't going to leave forever.

(Maybe Jason and Dick would play Motley Folk together, because Dick was in the circus and could most certainly throw knives, even if it gave Bruce a heart attack every time he saw it.)

And maybe, after he could no longer have Robin, he remembered that old paperback book, that old story and that old world, and he thought of a new name for himself.

Bluejay, he thought, as he picked up the book that had been his constant companion for so many years. I'll be The Bluejay.

(I don't really know what this is. I saw some Bluejay!Jason art the other day and just started thinking of the Inkheart trilogy and the fact that Jason would absolutely have read it and probably loved it. And then it spiralled.)

[msfcatlover]

Realizing that even though I generally headcanon Jason to be 6’3”-6’4”, I don’t want that for Reverse!Robins Jason. Even post-growth spurt, I don’t want that for him. Comics!Jason has been through enough, he’s earned being at least one full inch taller than his dad. An absolute, monstrous mountain of a man. Looms without even trying. Everyone needs to look up to make eye contact, and he’s insufferably smug about it.

RR!Jason has been through enough, I think he’s earned still being able to curl up under his dad’s cape—just barely fitting, but still being able to feel sheltered & safe if it comes to that. Still having family he can turn to, hide behind, and know they can protect him. He doesn’t have to, but he can.

(So, 6ft even.)

[mylifeingotham]

[bruciemilf]

There’s a lot of reasons to love Jason/Jaime. Main one being: Jason dating a Batman fanboy is INCREDIBLY funny

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

The Drakes Spoiled Brat has reached Chapter FIFTEEN!!!! (wooaaahhh!! crowd cheers, confetti, monster truck revving, bald eagle scream, etc)

Easy easy yall- I get it, but go enjoy your soup while its hot and pipping!!! :)

Name: As above Rating: General Audiences Chapter: 15/?? Word count: 90,470k Relationships: Batfam + Extended DC friends/fam (now including minor past Dick/Babs and Roy/Jason)

Summary: Canon Timeline, Red Robin died alone long after his family fell apart with Bruce vanishing. His last moments wishing that out of everyone he saved, his family would be included.

Suprise suprise- he gets that chance when he wakes up at 5 y/o only a year after Robin made his debute.

Now as both the elusive Gotham Vigilante Cardinal (a bird of devotion) and Timothy Drake (his rich asshole persona version of Brucie Wayne)

Tim will fight tooth and nail for his families happily ever after (If only he fought as hard for his own happiness)

Go read :)

[mlim8]

Hand-to-Hand Combat - Part 3

I added a couple pages more after talking to @nerd-by-definition about the cuteness lol

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3]​​

Talon!Dickie might have better sneaking-up-skills but he's still no match for Damian himself lmao

Just wanted some cuteness ;w; Please enjoy. Also I wanted to put in the BANNED plaque that Alfred has up in WFA but I didn't have room LMAOOOO - Only Jason's allowed in the kitchen, unsupervised 🤣

[fromtheirtowertheycanseeitall]

Titans bts

[feline-gal]

Dead Bird

[kindlingkeen]

in the two dads au it would be super interesting to explore how both bruce and willis are shaped by their circumstances and how that influences how they parent jason. (add in the fact that willis is a criminal (+why he's a criminal) vs bruce who is a billionaire and batman, who takes it into his own hands to apprehend criminals)

and how jason is split between what willis taught him when he was young and his own experiences taking care of catherine and living on the street. vs how now he has money and safety and the ability to not only get an education but literally the best education money can buy, and how he desperately wants to just be able to relax and trust. and how that might make him begin to resent willis—for being a criminal, for not being able to provide, for teaching him to be distrustful as he allows himself to be kept safe by bruce

and as he grows up—even if he doesn't die in this au—how he learns to balance what willis and catherine and the alley taught him vs what bruce and money and the manor has taught him

(two dads AU: original ask, follow up, fu #2)

I’m 👀 at this so hard. What really struck me is this idea between unacceptable criminality and acceptable criminality.

Like, Willis is an unacceptable criminal, he hurts others for personal gain (except does he? Or is he just trying to survive and provide for his family in the only way he can?). But Bruce is also a criminal (vigilantism is not legal and he beats people up on the regular), but theoretically he’s not doing it for personal gain, he’s doing it to help others, so it’s acceptable.

As Jason grows up, does his resentment for Willis grow, or does he come to a place where he realizes that both his dads were doing the best they could in the circumstances they were given, to vastly different results?

[jaydicpics]

Jaydick- CEO

(CEO Dick, Intern Jason, Age Difference, TransMan Jason)

The space under the desk is tiny.

Jason is tucked into it anyways, feet tucked underneath his legs, the same legs he’s resting his hands on.

In front of him is the lower half of another man, an older man. A pair of dark grey slacks wrap tightly around the mans thick thighs, though the pants strain further up at the dick bulging against the fabric.

His belt is undone, some luxury brand Jason thinks the man would laugh at him over if he’d tried to pronounce the name of it, the slight Crime Alley still peaking through his accent, and the zipper on his jeans is tugged down to reveal just a sliver of his boxers in the space underneath.

Bright blue with some black design on top.

A hand drops down from above the desk, long, nimble fingers flexing to tug the tops of his jeans further down, followed by his boxers, allowing his cock to escape the confines and rest along his pant leg.

The urge to lean forward, to nuzzle down against the cock, takes over Jason momentarily, before he snaps out of it by the sound of the door creaking open.

CEO of a company and the man refuses to buy a bigger desk or oil the doors hinges.

The hand pauses its movements, through the haze of…however Jason feels right now, he can hear a conversation happening above his head, but his focus is still focused in on the precum formed at the head of the man’s cock.

The hand reaches out for Jason and he doesn’t hesitate to lean into it, allowing the mans fingers to trace up his throat, his jaw, until finally slipping his middle and ring finger into his mouth.

Jason closes his eyes as he leans into the fingers, tongue tracing around the golden band wrapped around the ring finger, the ruby ring sat at the base of his middle finger. The fingers pet against his tongue in response, switching between pushing as far back into his mouth as they can and laving gentle touches over his tongue.

When they withdraw they go back to the dick, thick and veiny, the bush of hair around the base is recently trimmed down, but still enough length that Jason wants to press his face into it until he has beard burn across his cheeks.

The conversation lulls for a minute as the man above him uses his free hand to type something on his computer. The hand still under the desk beckons the younger male closer.

He leans forward, licking over the tip of the mans cock, finally getting to taste the precum he’d been staring at for the last three minutes. The mans hand comes to rest on his head, grabbing a handful of hair to hold him back, but Jason dives forward anyway. His hands move from where he’s kept them to wrap their way around the older mans hips.

The older man tries tugging him back, once, twice, before he lets out a low laugh and switches to shoving the boy forward. A mouthful of cock hardly a punishment.

The other person in the room says a goodbye and exits, followed by the damn door hinges squeaking again. The moment the door slams the older man is scooting his chair back. As much as he’d hate to be compared to his adoptive father, there really is a resemblance in the steely glare being given to Jason.

The boy smiles up at him instead, lips still pulled taught over his cockhead, he begins to pull off, no doubt to start spouting off, but Dick cuts him off. Hand gripping onto the boys hair again and forcing him down. Shoving until the boys throat has opened up to accept his cock. And even then Dick just holds him there. Moaning as his cock throbs in the boys throat.

Jason stares up at him blearily, to be dominated so quickly, forcing him into place. It all has him staring dumbly back up at Dick, just like Dick loves.

As much as Dick adores the interns snarky behavior, what he loves most is kicking him down till all he can do is rely on Dick for instruction.

“Come on baby, stand up”

Jason stumbles up the best he can, his legs numb from being under the desk, and a disinterest in pulling away from Dick long enough to stand on his own. He stands on his toe so he can wrap his arms around the mans neck, leaving sloppy kisses across his neck until he caves and ducks his head to finally kiss Jason.

Dick wastes no time in stretching his hands down to run over the boys ass, grabbing under his thighs to lift him up onto the edge of the desk.

He moves his mouth away from Jason’s letting the younger boy mouth sloppily over the mans neck. Scattered kissing and biting mixed in.

Dick focuses on tugging down his interns pants, he barely needs a glimpse to know the boy ignored his usual boxers in favor of some blue panties.

Lacey, just the way Dick prefers.

He groans loudly as his fingers finally dip into Jason’s pants, stroking up and down the slicked up mess, below him Jason also adjusts under his weight, struggling to unbutton his shirt.

His fingers grip on each side of Jason’s panties so he can tear them in the middle, too impatient to even consider pulling away long enough to tug them down properly. Jason’s whine of protest gets ignored as Dick zeroes in on getting inside as quickly as he can.

Jason drops fully down onto the desk, shirt finally unbuttoned and splayed out on either side of him. He wraps his thighs around Dicks back, trying to pull him closer. Dick gives him a smug smile instead when he finally bullies his way into the younger mans cunt.

Their twin cut off moans ring out before Dick drapes himself forward, folding himself over Jasons chest and beginning to nip at it. Jason gives him a cut off laugh before the older man begins to thrust.

[msfcatlover]

*dumps truth serum into my reverse!robins*

Steph blinked, as though she couldn't quite understand why she wasn't falling, then looked the hand wrapped around one of her arms. She looked up, green eyes meeting his. "Jay?"

Jason braced himself. Just because they'd managed to work things out between them didn't mean Steph didn't have a few gallons of unspoken vitriol she was about to spill out, and it didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. Keeping his voice Bluejay-confident was going to be a challenge. "Mask."

Steph's expression crumpled. "I was right."

"Really?" Jason asked, widening his eyes in faux shock as he helped her to her feet. "Damn. When?"

"At the Tower," she said, as though she could barely choke out the words, "I'm so, so sorry I was right."

Face it, mini-me, you're just not cut out for this.

Jason swallowed. "C'mon, Mask. Let's get you an antidote."

"I should've tried harder," Steph said as Jason guided her towards the medical ward. "I shouldn't have given up after just one fight, I should've fucking worked so much harder to actually scare you off."

She lifted one hand, not quite touching the cheek where the Joker's brand had burned, like she could still see it weeping & raw despite the skin graft and subsequent dip in a Lazarus pool long since washing it away. Like she was afraid touching Jason would burn him all over again.

Acting on instinct, Jason leaned his face into her hand. "I'm right here, Shadow," he said, ignoring the small gasp at the sound of her old name. "I'm safe. Everything's going to be okay, just as soon as we get an antidote into you."

"But you weren't," Steph said, stumbling as she tried to keep up with Jason. She seemed to have forgotten Bruce & Damian trailing behind them. "You almost died, baby. I almost let you die."

"But you didn't, and I'm fine. See?" Jason helped her onto one of the cots, and stepped back to hold open his arms.

Tears dripped down Steph's face. "You're so big now. You shouldn't've... God, Jason, I'm so fucking sorry, you shouldn't have been anywhere near—"

"Steph," Jason said, stepping forward to grab her hand at the same time Damian grabbed a syringe.

"You're not actually my mini-me, you know that right?" Her hands were shaking. "I just don't want you to end up like me."

Jason sighed. "I know, Steph. I know. Now do you want me to do the blood draw or should Dami do it?"

Steph turned, seemly shocked to find Damian on the other side of the cot. "When did...?"

"Short term memory loss," Batman muttered, fiddling with microscope and what Jason really hoped was a sample of Ivy's chemical, not an empty slide giving Bruce an excuse to not make eye contact.

"Damian," Steph decided after a long moment of staring. Damian looked startled. "I trust you," Steph said, holding her arm out so Damian could wipe it down with a disinfecting wipe. "Which is really stupid, and I know it's stupid, but I can't make myself stop. I wish you didn't hate me now."

Damian sighed. "I don't hate you, habibti."

"Don't fuckin' lie to me, Damian."

"I don't."

Steph snorted.

Damian scowled. "We'll table this until your brain is working properly."

"Oh goodie," Steph groaned. She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fuck, my head hurts. Can I have an overdose of Advil to go, please?"

"Not until we know how the chemicals are interacting with your system," Bruce told her.

"I can turn off the lights?" Jason suggested.

"Mini-me, you are a godsend. Not one of us bastards deserves you." Damian capped off the last vial and nodded at Jason. Steph didn't even notice when the needle was taken out of her arm. "I cannot imagine what you must've done in your last life to get stuck with us."

"Murder," Jason deadpanned. "So much murder. You better be careful, or you'll reincarnate as me in your next life." Jason hit the switch, leaving only the lights around the med bay's work station to hold back the darkness.

Steph snorted and flopped back on the cot. 

"I missed this," she said to no one in particular. "I shouldn't, I mean, it's awful down here. I hate it. You're all assholes, and hanging around is only going to get one of us hurt. But I'm an idiot who can't let go, so here I am: missing this."

Damian clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. "Welcome to the family."

This time when Stephanie laughed, it sounded genuine.

[mylifeingotham]

Ladies and Gents,

Jason Todd

The best character ever

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

I'm going to need that chaotic bird

Let Tim be a Disney Princess and give him his birds

AHHHHHHHHH FUCKING REGINALD- DAMMIT YOU'RE CONVINCING ME IM BEING CONVINCED

Dick was so fucking confused and hesitated on if he should thank?? the bird?? and Jason 100% deserved to get bit

Now this wasnt the idea before- but Wisp obsessed w/ Corn?? Reginald craves the peanut.

HSHKSGDKALD AS always I fucking adore your art I wanna eat it- so thank you.

[timdrake-yumm]

*pauses to think before I make this decision*

*decides that if they didn’t want the post to be taken over by fandom they shouldn’t have posted it on tumblr*

*belatedly wonders if checking other reblogs would show that it already has*

*does not check*

OKAY! So this is all fascinating and I am all here for it. But I’m also a nerd— specifically a batfam nerd. Now, many have contemplated what would have come of Jason if he had never died. Surely he would have given up the Robin mantle eventually, but who would he become instead? Some might still argue that he would be the Red Hood, but that’s a boring take. Some have offered up the mantle of Flamebird for Jason to hold— but Flamebird is Nightwing’s lover according to Kryptonian myth (although I mostly gathered that from fanfic so if someone has the comic reference to the story of Nightwing and Flamebird which depicts this assumption to be false, then I won’t dispute you) and while there are some DickJay shippers out there who would be onboard for this, for the purpose of this post, Jason and Dick are brothers, so we’re going to move away from the shippy vigilante names. Now, another of the proposed alter-egos for Jason Todd/Red Hood is BlueJay (you guys probably saw this coming). Some controversy associated with giving Jason the alias include that it incorporates his name—some of you might be thinking of the time Tim questionably decided to have the alter-ego Drake. Here’s my counter argument— while BlueJay does incorporate Jason’s name, I sincerely doubt that anyone’s first thought when they encounter the vigilante BlueJay will be omg! He calls himself BlueJay! I wonder if Jay is a nickname for him? Maybe his name is Jason? Instead it will probably be ahhh a new vigilante that’s definitely trained by Batman! And then later, if they decide to think about it more, they might think first Robin, then Nightwing, and now BlueJay. They really like their bird themes. Another argument might be hey wait! Isn’t there already a hero named Blue Jay in DC? And you’d be right, but also, while I’m no DC expert, I’ve never heard of this hero before and I had to google it just to check whether or not he existed. So yeah. Sorry, if there are any Blue Jay fans out there who are raging against my dismissal, I’m sorry, but I’m moving on from this now.

This has gotten away from me.

Back on topic! Wouldn’t it be cool if Jason went by BlueJay and his costume incorporated this color camouflage? Granted, in Gotham it’d probably always be the brown color except the once-in-a-blue-moon time when he operates during the day and also the day is perfectly clear and bright. But when he operates out of Gotham it’d probably get to be blue a whole lot, which might serve to help separate him from the BlueJay in Gotham, helping to further establish the Bats as Cryptids.

Uhh that was all, thanks for coming to my Ted talk

[mlim8]

Based on this Calcifer design by Yoyo - now with a functional pocket!!

@justtoarguewithyou mentioned that Dick would probably wear it and I 19458903804% AGGREEEEEDDDDD!!! Another design for the Dickie Fashion show lol - Check out what Dickie decided to put in his pocket lmao

[feline-gal]

Happy birthday, Jason, you've been adopted by Another crazy billionaire with a Dracula-esque alter ego.

And your birthday card contains two nickels.

(Inspired by This Image.)