#i could go on for hours specially on how batman treat them when he wasn't exposed to constant violence until he was an adult

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@robbed-ghost

I love this part "he not buried his younger self he's fucking traumatized"!

Because it's so fuckin true I want to give you a handshake.

When I'm talking all that stuff about Jason I'm not only saying that about 25 year old Jason Todd. I'm not talking only about Red Hood. But I'm also referring to the man who was specially his 15-17 "violent' Jason Todd Robin.

And how both of them get shit left and right from the cannon and the fandom.

Because for the love of god. Robin Jason and Red hood Jason aren't different people.

Bruce, Jason and everyone who met him before his death try to convince themselves that they're different people because it's easier to deal with. This is not a reality, this is part of the tragedy of their narrative.

If they separate young Jason from Adult Jason and said he "changed" or (in this case for the editors and writers) "was always bad" it get's easier to confront the person he is today.

This is not a highly traumatized person in a fight-or-fligh reaction, this is a irresponsible, arrogant, irredeemable and bitter adult.

We're talking about a man who was exposed to violence when he was younger than 10 years old, who was (or fell betrayed) betrayed by single adult of his life. Who had only five years of "normal" life before being brutally traumatized again and then used as levarage by other adults his life.

It's just. C'mon let's use our brains here.

8-12 years old constantly exposed to death, violence, domestic violence, physical abuse, emotional abuse and forced by his environment to use the same violence to survive. Depending by the cannon either raised by an addicted and a drug dealer or living in the streets or both.

12-17 "Normal life", good parent, still using violence as a copings mechanism but it's pg-13 violence.

17 - Brutality murdered after being betrayed by his own mother.

17/19 (I'm not sure don't come for me) - Bought back by a river who literally made other men insane, raised and trained by assassin's. Manipulated by those same assassin's into believing he was betrayed (again) by another caregiver.

25 Fairly reformed. Still uses violence as copping mechanism. Sometimes has violent outburst when confronted by triggering evens.

Wow I wonder how that happened.

Again I'm not justifying, believe or not I don't fuck with killing henchmen who have mouths to feed, or drug dealers or executing people without trial.

I don't think every single thing Jason did is easily brush of by "oh they were bad people and he was in a silly goof mood" :(.

I do think Jason should confront that and the implications of his morals and the impact it has in real life people someday. Specially because I know he is so fucking goddamn smart and understand that a system exist for a reason.

But I won't stand here seing people literally see a man having an emotional flashback and engage in reactive abuse (meaning reacting violently after being abused), over and over and over and over again, and then getting brushed off and blamed for it and say nothing.

I specially won't sit here and agree when people say that about his younger self who didn't even got a chance to go to therapy but got a pretty suit and a excuse to externalize his already violent tendencies and then again blamed for it, when he acted in the way got him alive for years.

"Reckless" Motherfucker get him some counseling then.

Again, Robin Jason and Jason are the same person with the same traumas, the same diregulated reactions and honestly probably in the same survival mode. But that isn't their entire personality, doesn't make them far gone neither take every good trait he has.

Far from contrary.

No because I'm going insane, Jason is not even close from this bad boy archetype comics and the fandom paint him to be.

It's so fucking easy to put him as this dangerous, hot tempered bastard who is ready to go off at any given moment. It's so, so, so fucking easy to argue he is dangerous and messy and chaotic fire of nature. And don't get me wrong he is, but not it's not even close as again his reputation precedes him.

Jason is very well spoken, he knows the time to be calm and the time to go off, he knows when violence is necessary (in his terms), he understands society power imbalance and the advantages people on top have and people on the bottom haven't, he's extremely smart and calculating and the most important part he knows exactly when to play dumb and when to back off if it's need it. He has a lot of pride and is the insufferable "my way is right" kind of guy but never in a way that put his mission and people at his side in the face of danger. He recognize game and knows when it's time to shut the fuck up because there's someone more capable to dealing with shit.

He's so, so much more centered then the "chaotic Red Hood bullshit" people sell.

It just baffles me how it's so fucking easy to paint a victim of abuse who reacted in a different way other than sitting and taking it as insane, immature and dangerous. Or how easy it is to infantilize him. To turn and say "He's an asshole" or a "poor little meow meow" who doesn't do any wrong. Either a monster or a saint.

It's like Madonna-Whore dichotomy but about moral compass.

It's just. This is an adult man, with a set of complex issues and complex multidimensional reactions who yeah, actually make sense, when you take your head from your ass and see characters as flawed human being who react under the environment they're put on.

And no, this doesn't justify the things he's done and the things he's done doesn't forbidden him from any kind of development or change of heart.

And a change of heart doesn't put him as this "now that's someone who deserves to be treated as a human being".

What I'm trying to say is, Jason isn't a monster, he isn't insane, he isn't this rebel delinquent teenager, he isn't a poor little meow meow, not all his actions are justifiable, no his actions doesn't make him irredeemable, yes he has the right to change, no he shouldn't change just because then people would treat him as a goddamn human being and fuck yeah he deserves respect regardless.

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Pokemon Teams for Fictional Characters pt. 2

Damian Wayne

(Also, I'm not including move sets because in my headcannon Pokemon do remember all their old moves. But humans choose to only use four)

For this AU I'm having the Wayne's own the Gotham City Gym, which specializes in Dark types. Most of the cannon events still happened. Just with a few tweaks here and there. (Dick's 20, Jason's 16, Cass is 15 Tim's 15 but younger than Cass and Damian's 13 because I love AUs where there closer in age).

Anyway here we go!

First things first in the Pokemon Universe his alias wouldn't be Robin since they don't exist. Instead I think it would be Rookidee, since thats the closest Pokemon to a Robin.

His Partner Pokemon and ace would be a Gligar

Name: Goliath

Gender: Male

Why: Gligar screams Goliath (his Batdragon) plus the coloring of his evolutions matches with Dami's Robin and Batman outfits

Story: He found Goliath while climbing a mountain for his training. At the time he was four and Goliath was a hatching. Damian ended up giving him some food, seeing that the hatching was hungry.

Grateful, the Gligar followed him hoping to return the favor.

When Damian's hand got broken on that same trip, Goliath was the one to help him finish his mission and get home safely.

Talia was impressed that Damian could tame a wild Pokemon without catching it, so she allowed him to keep him as his first Pokemon.

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Next he would have a Meowth

Name: Alfred

Gender: Female

Why: This one has to do with its evolution. Persian are said to only be loyal to trainers it likes and that it takes a lot to get them to like you. Their also said to be prissy and uptight. This reminded me of Damian. How it took forever for him to trust his brothers and his own snobby attitude. Thus I think it fits.

Story: After coming to live with his father Damian didn't know how to act. He saw his "brothers" and father treating their Pokemon so different than how the League did. They all trained hard. But, there was something eles: warm praise for a job well done, asking for insight on a case (they had taught their bipedal pokemon sighn language) and comfort on a bad day. His father and brothers treated their Pokemon like... people

In the League Pokemon where the lowest soldier, lower than the slaves or concubines. They trained, ate then they had to and got in their ball.

He had been a little more lenient in his training with Goliath. When asked he said that he was still a baby and he had to take things slow in this stage or he might develop too much muscle mass and be unable to fly.

He had kept him out of his ball with the excuse of developing muscle mass at a proper pace.

He liked Goliath's company. The Gligar was a good companion. But on the same level as another person?

He had expressed these thoughts to Pennyworth, the only person in the house to give him a straight answer when he needed it.

Pennyworth had explained to him that some people love to hold power over others and that Pokemon where an easy target, since they couldn't communicate their emotions as clearly as people could.

"Think of Mistress Cain. She sometimes cannot communicate with words, but we know that she's intelligent. But some people see her as less than intelligent and treat her as such because of the power it gives them."

Two weeks later Damian would come across a group of teenagers attempting to shave a Meowth. The Pokemon was little more than skin and bone and crying out on pain. So, Damian broke their fingers and shaved part of their heads for good measure.

He kept the Meowth and named her after the man who taught him about the abuse of power.

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Next, a Poochyena

Name: Titus

Gender: Male

Why: These Pokemon and their evolution are ruthless with their pray, and only obey trainers with external skill.

Story: Raven gave Damian Titus as a gift. She said that she rescued him from an underground fighting ring (where the battles are to the death). He was still to young to battle so he didn't need much rehabilitation. The other Pokemon there though...

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Now we have a Type Null

Name: Heretic

Gender: ???

Why: This Pokemon was created in lab, and artificial designed for the purpose of fighting, just like Damian. True I could have given him Mewtwo, but that cat seems to fit Kon more.

Story: Damian's mother had spent years creating Type: Null with the purpose of being able to kill any target. As a last test she wanted to see which of her creations was suppirrior. So she sent the Type Null out to (try and) kill her son.

Damian, with the rest of his team, beat the Pokemon but couldn't kill it. He had long since vowed to wash the blood from his hands. Instead he offered his hand to it and asked it to join him.

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Here we have the hardest to explain... Mimikyu

Name: Habibi (I hope I spelled that right)

Gender: Female

Why: Damian is complex, he wants to be accepted and loved just like Mimikyu but dosent know how. Both try to mimic others in order to get that love, Damian his father and Mimikyu Pikachu. So I see this as Damian's spirit Pokemon in a way.

Story: He didn't know why it was so hard to fit in. Gods know he tried. But... little things confused him. Like how eveyone could understand each other without words or singhing. He had no problems with that on a battlefield, but in day to day life; it felt like he was on a separate server.

Like how Todd knew at breakfast with just a look that Drake was in a bad mood and how to help. Or how Grayson could audomadicly tell what kind of day at school the rest of them had withen a few minutes. Hell even Drake could tell what grunts ment what from father! Which ment good job, Which ment I'm glade your okay, or frustration either at them or at a case (Cass didn't surprise him, she had to learn how to communicate without words and watch body language and micro expressions).

School was no better; sometimes it was to load or bright othertimes, when everyone was doing a test, it felt to quiet. But, to much or to little, Damian was always aware of every movement, every sound. It was like the very instincts that saved his life every night where turned against him.

He turned to his nearly forgotten childhood habits to distract himself from everything around him. That only led to more whisper shouting and what even he could tell where displeased glares with a grunt of "fucking tapping" or a snap of "stop!" He knew it was disrupting but it was all be could do to drown out the noise or silence.

On one particularly bad day at school; apparently during one of their tests one of his classmates had had enough of Damian's tapping and decided to make a scene.

There was some yelling from the kid. A few cries in agreement. Before the teacher had gotten hem to settle down. He had demanded that Damian look him in the eye and when he finally did told him to stop with the tapping or else he would be sent to the office, Gym Leaders son or not.

He was the last to finish that test where he normally finished first. The silence had been to load!!

After that clusterfuck Damian finally headed home. He had texted Grayson saying that he was meeting a friend somewhere to work on a project and to not pick him up. In truth he didn't want his brother reading what kind of day he had had. He needed some time to himself.

That was how he found himself in a nearby park. It was filled with plenty of sounds that didn't suffocate him and the fall leaves where soothing to his eyes. Damian had Titus out of his ball as company, knowing that the pup loved park walks.

They had been walking for an hour when they came across a box set off just on the edge of the trail. "Free to Good Homes" was written on the side in black sharpie.

No sound was coming from inside, so he assumed that the had all been taken. Until Titus went closer sniffing at the seemingly empty box.

"Pooch Pooch"

"Hmmm... what is is it boy?" He asked as he walked closer to his Pokemon and the Box. Damian hoped he was wrong. It was cruel to leave a baby Pokemon all alone, especially since the weather was getting colder by the day.

Inside the box was in fact a lone Pokemon. At first glance it looked like a Pikachu. But something was off. It looked more like a doll than a living creature. If it wasn't for the small chirps it let out and slight way that it was shivering from the cold Damian would have written it off as a toy. No wonder it got left behind...

Damian reached down and picked up the mystery Pokemon as gently as he could.

"Come on beloved, lets go home."

He tucked the Pokemon in his jacket to warm it up before reaching for his phone to call Grayson for a ride home.

That night Damian locked himself away, even skipped patrol, and spent a sleepless night learning everything he could about his newest Pokemon.

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That was inspired by this comic

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Finaly, for his last spot Eevee!!

Name: Omni

Gender: Female

Why: I'm going to have all the Batfam members have an Eeveelution. This branch and the Batfam are both growing consistently. We all have our favorites but we love them all the same. So I think it fits.

Story: Everyone in the family had an Eevee or one of its evolutions. Damian's Father said that Eevee was the Wayne family symbol, it was potential, the ability to become whatever you wanted.

Though it surprised Damian that the Wayne symbol wasn't a Noibat or Noivern (Batman's ace) at first he eventually understood the logic in choosing such a Pokemon to represent the family name. That only made things harder for him being the only one not having one. Did they not truly see him as family?

On the one year anniversary of Damian arriving at The Mannor, his family through a small party. Pennyworth made his favorite foods, The Mannor was decorated in tacky streamers (Graysons' idea) and they watched some of Damian's favorite fims, their Pokemon curled up with them. His father had offered to take the day off from the gym. Until Todd suggested that Damian take on the challengers.

The Gotham gym was part of his heritage. Damian had been training for the day that he could finally help weed out the weak challengers just like his siblings sometimes did (think the battles you do before challenging a gym leader in the games).

On that day, if the challengers agreed to it, their final battle wasn't with Bruce Wayne the Dark Knight but instead his son. Most accepted thinking that it would be an easy win, that they had lucked out in not having to battle one of the stongest Gym Leaders in the League and could still get the Shadow Badge.

Those poor fools.

Damian was only allowed to use Alfred, Titus and Habibi since he used Goliath and Heretic primarily as Rookidee.

Damian fought seven trainers that day in 3v3 fights. Only two of them got the badge.

With the day overwith and the night rising, so did Gothams' protecters.

The night ended with exhausted body's and adrenaline crashes. Damian was ready to slip into a mini coma from the day he had but before he could head upstairs to The Mannor...

"Not so fast baby bat." Graysons' voice called out to him. "We got one more surprise for you."

Damian raised his eyebrow at that. What else could they do? His father came back from the locker rooms where he had been desuiting, it always took him the longest because of his "old man bones" as Todd said.

"Son," his father said "its Wayne tradition to get your first Pokemon when you turn ten years old. I missed that with you." He paused, eyes briefly shifting to the floor before they snapped back on Damian's face. "Luckily there's one tradition we didn't miss. When you've lived at The Mannor for a year or the adoption papers get finalized, I give my children this..."

He pulled a Poke'ball out of his poket and handed to Damian. "Go on son, let them out."

He did

Staring at him was his own Eevee.

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AN: All of Damian's Pokemon (sans maybe Omni, I'm thinking of leaving her as an Eevee) will eventually evolve. Eventually.