#i love jason todd oh my god

[babydipper]

“How did you know how to do it?”

“Do what?”

“Stitch me up.”

“It's just sewing.”

“And the IV?”

Jazz’s mouth opens, then closes as she also closes her eyes. He lets her think about the answer, a good enough lie. “A friend had a doctor phase a few years ago. We would try to do a lot of things on fake skin before she moved on to tattooing.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I am telling the truth. Look, I had- I had a weird childhood, so sometimes I had to improvise.”

“No, I believe you,” he says, and he means it. It's so stupid she couldn't make it up. There's also a part of his still light-headed brain that can translate weird childhood and improvise into what it truly means. Maybe she has lied, but not about the thing he thought she would, and it counts for something. The wind on the roof gives him shivers. “Why would you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Help me out. It's none of your business.”

Jazz watches him attentively and there's something about it that makes his muscles tense, body fully ready to jump. She tilts her head just slightly. “We live together,” she points out as if it explains everything. As always, it doesn't. Then she bites her lip. “I- I have never had anyone to catch me if I fall. I guessed you don't have anyone like this either.”

It hits him harder than the fucking bullet last night. “You think I would catch you.”

Jazz smiles and it's full of mischief. Then, like a fucking psycho she is, she leans back out the edge of the building.

He has her arm in an iron grip before he can think about it and pulls so hard, she stumbles forward and falls onto him, laughing, bouncing back like a tennis ball. “Are you fucking insane?”

Jazz just laughs harder, her forehead on Jason's chest, her arm still firmly kept in his hand. “Now we both know you would catch me.”

“You are so full of shit,” he grumbles, but the vibration on his skin manages to calm his heart back to a rational tempo. “You could have died.” It makes her burst out into a fit of giggles. “I got shot last night, you dipshit, I wouldn't be able to jump after you.” Not to mention the lack of proper equipment.

“Sorry I needed an outlet after literally saving your ass.”

Jason closes his eyes, trying to contain the laughter, “I will push you.” The wound was on his inner thigh, not his ass, so she can fuck right off for all he cares.

“I'd like to see you try,” she bites back. “You should have this checked out, by the way. Are you even vaccinated?”

“No need to.”

“I'll drive,” she gets off him, deaf to anything he says, and starts to climb down.

Jason follows. She doesn't even know the address. “Like hell, you will.”

[robinsleeping]

Steph is just a star 24/7

[dismas-n-dismay]

I'm not fucking joking when I tell you I saw this panel and literally started sobbing and crying over seeing my babygirl buying chocolate with just fucking quarters. This is the people's jason todd for real, thank you Juni Ba

[midosune]

Day 10-Falling Sleep Together

[parkjammys]

the most perfect callback actually does exist

[neuro-psyche]

i cannot stand the writing of og rhato and gotham war

all my homies hate the writing of og rhato and gotham war

if the writing of rhato and gotham war has no haters im as cold and as dead as jason peter motherfucking todd between 1988 and 2005.

*walks away mumbling about bitch ass writers*

[necrotic-nephilim]

What's so fun about BruJay as a ship is Jason's sheer obsessive devotion to Bruce. Jason is possessive over Bruce, to the point he doesn't care about the deaths of others so long as he has Bruce's attention. A part of the UTRH arc this isn't talked about enough is that Bludhaven fucking explodes mid-way and Jason won't let Bruce see if Dick is alive.

batman (1940) #650

A lot of discussion about UTRH paints Jason as this anger-driven cold, calculating machine up against Bruce when it's so clear that his love for Bruce is what drives him at his root, even if he won't acknowledge it. He says it himself, he would've done anything if it was Bruce who'd died instead of him and his anger is rooted in that possessive devotion not being reciprocated.

batman (194) #650

BruJay as a ship always to be, to some level, unrequited. Even if Bruce loves Jason back in that way, he'll never be that obsessed with Jason. Jason will always view Bruce's love for Dick or Tim to be a distraction, proof that Bruce isn't dedicated enough to him. Jason has the need to always have Bruce's attention, even when it could come at the cost of Bruce's other loved ones. Something something cannibalism as a metaphor for love in how Jason wants to consume Bruce's whole existence. He can't let Bruce leave him again, can't let Bruce love or grieve anyone else. Forcing Bruce to choose between Jason and the Joker isn't just about confronting Jason's killer, it's about confronting the other person who exists as this duality with Bruce and consumes so much of Bruce's life. That's the role Jason wants to fill, calling himself Red Hood and forcing Bruce to look at what he's become. But still loving Bruce and wanting more than anything for Bruce to reciprocate that love in the way that Jason understands. I just think it's good soup and rife with Dynamics that are underexplored with them.

[dukeofthomas]

"Angry robin" "violent robin" "misbehaving robin" shut up and accept my alternative; spunky Robin. Determined and head strong, can out-stubborn the Batman, has a strong moral-backbone and does what he thinks is right regardless of what anybody else says, Robin. Jason who was sassy and quippy and made crude jokes with a smile on his face. Jason who hid in Bruce's cape and whispered gossip to him. Jason who, if Bruce refused him something, could keep bothering endlessly until Bruce caved. And also dramatic Jason. If Bruce tells him no, it becomes a whole theatrical show; a monologue, a narration, embellishments, and falling onto the floor in his grief upon the fact his cruel father has denied him once again.

(Jason who has suffered through abuse and homelessness and poverty and starvation, who is the Fight out of Fight or Flight, who's built up defenses and walls and when pushed and triggered responds with the thing that's always protected him; anger. He's sweet and kind and funny, and when he sees a pimp hitting a prostitute he gets furious and responds with violence.)

[mollotovm]

" you ain’t gotta lie to me; I’m everything that I strive to be. " like him is SO JASONCORE ITS CRAZY

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone Danny: Dan interlude 7.5

i'm writing this because im struggling to come up with the next part to the clone danny au. however I have had many thoughts about our resident evil man. So if anyone remembers part two of this au, I mentioned that I wanted to make Dan's circumstances a little different than canon, considering Danny's circumstances were different. I'm not sure where I got the idea that Dan wouldn't be inclined to destroy the world after his creation, but i'm sticking with it because I love to explore new things in aus. So 👏 DAN and i swear i might end up calling him a different name because ong i cant stand the name Dan

so. Dan. Dante? I like Dante. but i'll call him Dan for the time being. So: clone danny is not a halfa, right? not really at least. he has a core and he has the ghost sense but nothing else. big difference in canon already since there's no 'ghost half' for vlad to rip out like in canon.

Danny's family is DEAD. disintegrated [exaggeration] in a nasty burger explosion. so he's. bruce wayne levels of depressed. real bruce wayne-core

Vlad, instead of offering to tear out his ghost half, instead offers to try and find a way for Danny to be safely reunited with his family in the afterlife

(he's lying. he's gonna try and make danny a halfa)

Ofc, Danny with his ghost-core obsession being family-based, agrees. he's desperate and depressed. ripe for the picking

Vlad gets everything set up. But turning a human into a halfa is risky risky business, a 1-and-100 chance to happen successfully

so. Danny dies in the experiment. painfully. and he comes back immediately as a ghost. essentially murdered

and ye gods is he PISSED. Vlad lied to him. Vlad lied to him. Danny is a family-obsessed ghost and Vlad lied to him about his family and then he killed him

Vlad is a dead man

Danny doesn't just kill Vlad, he destroys him. He never merges with his Vlad's ghost half because he doesn't want power he wants him fucking dead.

SO dead Vlad is.

now where does this leave our precious, freshly ghosted, full-of-rage Daniel Fenton?

not destroying the world thats for certain. and, well. that's not to say that Danny couldn't go on a blind, grief-stricken rage that results in him becoming the walking apocalypse. he could totally still do that

do I want to do that? well, i don't hate the idea however I personally enjoy the idea that I came up with in the alternative

with Dan no longer a one-ghost-apocalypse, how does he become Danny's TUE? My solution: time travel. Danny doesn't go to the future to go see him, Dan comes back to the past to go see Danny.

i am not partial to the idea that ghosts age over time. So for the last ten years Dan has remained as a dead 14 year old kid the entire time. I like to think its more tragic that way.

At some point during those ten years, Dan figures out that time travel is real. And he becomes obsessed with figuring out how to do it so that he can go back in time and take his past self's life and get his family back

Yeah. a real Miguel O'Hara right here folks

Dan succeeds in his time travel, and suddenly the Phantom's nightly patrol is being interrupted by a ghost that is... unsettlingly similar to him.

Dan knows himself better than anyone. When he finds out time travel is real, he spends his time researching it and growing stronger. He needs to be as unpredictable as possible. He knows that his past self will be in his prime as the Phantom and will be used to adapting to unpredictable and seemingly invincible enemies. He needs to be able to beat that

So. Dan and Danny fight the first(1) time

Danny gets his ass handed to him

Dan reveals himself and goes on a villain monologue. Dan's ghost form is different than in canon, since its a close replica to Danny's Phantom gear. The only difference is that Dan's white CJ Mask has black tear streaks down from the eyes that are blotchy and smudged. As if he'd been crying ink. There are a few other subtle differences too, like Dan has a few trinkets that are motifs to his family, but i can't think of what without cluttering up his outfit

Dan can't kill Danny, unfortunately. As its his past self. Killing him would result in Dan ceasing to exist. However he can imprison him or overshadow him. Dan overshadows him, and Danny goes under.

This is chalking up to be more traumatizing for Danny than I thought

Danny is only partially conscious during the overshadowing. It's like one of those weird vertigo dreams. something is wrong but he doesn't know what

And it's actually his friends that help realize that something is wrong. Dan may be Danny, but its been ten years since he last saw his friends. Something has to give. Whether it be the subtle strangeness in his behavior, a dip in his humor and morality, or the way he speaks like he's reminiscing.

This idea is diverging more from canon than i thought, but Danny does eventually kick out Dan and defeat him. But its right before the nasty burger explosion. Danny can't make it in time, but Dan does. A very sudden save that Danny wasn't expecting and is confused about

Danny eventually meets up with Dan later that night to interrogate him, and brings Sam and Tucker with. They find out his whole tragic backstory

And the few days Dan has had with Sam and Tucker and back with his family have kinda reminded him what he was like before his death and before rage and grief took over his afterlife

He's kinda mellowed out slightly -- or at least snapped out of his obsession mostly.

they talk. Dan talks about what happened in his timeline. probably breaks down and cries, allowing him to properly process the grief he's been avoiding for the last decade

there's no forgiveness yet. Dan overshadowed Danny (terrifying him in the process and realizing that despite everything, there are still things that ghosts can do that Danny's not prepared for. he needs to prepare), tried to take over his life, and was all around violent and cruel to him out of jealousy and desperation. However, there is a chance of redemption

Dan doesnt want to go back to his time. his family isn't there. he's alone. he doesnt want to be alone. he's fourteen years old and dead

but... but he knows he doesn't belong here. his time with the fentons has passed, and he has an afterlife to look into. he can't... cling to the past. and its a voice that sounds like jazz saying this in his head

"you can visit" danny says after a moment, seeing the fear on dan's face. he's a bleeding heart through and through, even if he resents Dan just a little bit for what he did "you know how to time travel, right? I don't think there's any harm coming to visit"

"or," tucker says, "we can visit you! you can show us your time! i want to see what technology is like in ten years"

Dan... looks hopeful. and they mean it too. yes. visiting... that makes him feel better. "if Vlad gives you trouble don't be afraid to tell me" he offers in turn, and smiles wide and toothily. much too wide for a human. "i'll be happy to handle him again"

Danny makes a mental note to never let the two meet. "i will"

and Dan disappears

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 (Dani interlude) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.5 (Dan Interlude) Part 8

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[betterthanbatman1]

Screaming crying sobbing shrieking punching kicking yelling bawling weeping LOSING MY FUCKING MIND

[robinsleeping]

YOINKED

[ms-nesbit]

Atonement

jason todd x reader

summary: Jason forgot a date he arranged with y/n, but makes up for it anyway.

warnings: fluff, aromantic!jason todd, oral sex, smut, a bit of a praise kink i guess?, fluff dabble at the end, jason is in his mid-20s

note: i loved writing this. i do hope you all enjoy reading it

words: 1.5k

AO3

“Oh, what symphony,” the page began, illustrating a lack of vision. Jason stared back at the page in confusion of what he wrote. “Oh, what symphony?”

He removed his helmet hours ago, sitting on a crate with a pen in hand. Write something she’ll like; you know her best, Jay. But does he? Would he?

Jason bumped the back of his head against the sturdy wood, subconsciously hoping it would strike something in him other than pain.

On the brink of a breakdown, he gave up, cursing under his breath as he replaced the helmet on his head and exited the abandoned warehouse.

—

Observing the sunset from her windowsill, y/n sipped on her tea, cupping the mug with a vise-like grip. She tended to her chores on her day off, ticking off what activities she must yield her time to, but that evening, she set aside time for her and Jason…

If he showed. Y/n checked her phone one more time, and nope. Not a text, call, snap - nothing. It wasn’t until after she finished the last ounce of her tea that Jason stumbled through the unlocked window, helmet in hand, and sweat dripping from his forehead. Y/n furrowed her brows at him, concerned. “The fuck happen to you?”

Jason gave her a blank look. “Ballet lesson.” he returned her tone as a slap in the face, quickly hissing at the open wound on his shoulder.

Y/n’s demeanor changed when she took note of the open flesh, settling her mug on the nightstand and instinctively hurrying to retrieve the first aid kit.

“It’s not a big one; I can manage on my own.” Jason said after closing the window and covering it with the curtain. He lowered himself onto the ground, head getting woozy before he passed out completely.

—

“Ah, shit.” Jason awoke on the apartment living room floor, y/n sitting beside him. “Was I out for long?”

He glanced at his shoulder, which was already stitched and bandaged, before making eye contact with y/n. “Half hour.” she said simply.

From her reply and attitude, Jason knew something was wrong, and he had a feeling he was the culprit, but couldn’t recall why. He closed his eyes and thought for a few moments, but eventually asked, “What did I do?”

“Forgot about our date in tonight.”

Ah, fuck. “Sorry.” Jason slapped his palm against his forehead, basking in the shame.

Y/n crossed her arms, unamused by the apology. “Y’know, I was looking forward to it all day. Even wore matching undergarments in case anything happened, not that I expect it.” And she didn’t. Jason wasn’t exactly the provocative guy, despite his appearance, and y/n, for the most part, appreciated it. In fact, it was the romantic part, or lack thereof, that bothered her. “We agreed on today. I just need you to put some effort into this if you want to make it work.”

Jason did. He spent his freetime sponging knowledge on how to be a good boyfriend, something he didn’t really focus too much on in the past; with the assistance of his therapist, who was rather moved that he insisted to work on compromising with y/n in their relationship, Jason found some communication methods he planned to implement into his everyday life. The only caveat? His vigilantism.

Yet there was one thing Jason thought of, mind returning to y/n’s hint at her undergarments. His eyes flickered at her legs, then up to her breasts, before meeting with her eyes (that softened when she finally believed his guilt). Slipping his arms and shoulders from his leather jacket, letting it lie wrinkled behind him, Jason crawled over, kneeling before his girlfriend. He blinked at her through suggestive lashes, eyes offering more than what his mouth allowed him to. Y/n’s skin bumped, hair raised as she knew exactly what he proposed, but still carrying stubbornness in her veins.

Until Jason, with thumbs digging into the ends of his shirt, pulled off the fabric, unveiling his bare chest and torso. His eyes still spoke on behalf of him, asking y/n again if he could please make it up to her; if he could divulge in an act of apology, one to appease both parties, with an act of utter and complete devotion.

And y/n did admit: it was rather romantic of him to convey himself this way, inching toward her legs, his viridescent circles disappearing underneath the black hole of pupils growing in ardor. Please, his forehead wrinkled, a telltale sign that he was to lose himself to the desire that growled in his core; please was his action, his primary way to ensure safety in y/n, who stood frozen in front of him, her eyes finally returning, in the utmost hypnotic state, please me.

In a single motion, Jason swooped one of y/n’s legs by her hamstring, draping it over his shoulder as he explored his favorite cave and curve of her body. His hands went where his mouth dared not, reaching behind and grasping y/n’s ass, kneading it with his large palms, as his lips nipped at her inner thighs. He felt eyes on him, and looked up to see an already panting y/n, lip caught between her teeth as she fought to keep her composure. Still upset? He communicated through the quirk of his eyebrow, I can change that.

Reading his body language, y/n worked to remove her linen top, cedar bralette on full display. Jason’s eyes watered as his lips continued along her trail, desperate to kiss anywhere but there. If romance was language he understood, but simply could not partake in, then he would accommodate accordingly; his palms rested on either side of y/n’s tailbone, holding her steady as he kissed down, down, down, and…

“Shit.” y/n hissed when she felt Jason’s tongue lick her slit through her panties. Before he dove in, he awaited y/n’s verbal consent - it was something y/n had to get used to with her boyfriend, previous lovers careless as to whether or not she wanted them (which was, as Jay put it, repulsive), but something that still caused her to break out in a full-body blush, beaming down as she nodded and whispered, “You can. I want you to. Please.”

It was the please that broke Jason’s inhibitions loose, nails digging into her back as he nudged her panties to the side, delving into the pussy that drenched for him. Because of him.

Jason licked slowly, testing his waters as his tongue dragged along the bundle of nerves, back and forth; he was laser focused on gratifying her, dark thoughts wanting to desperately make her sing his name breathily.

The corruption of possession overtook him in that moment, lapping at y/n’s clit as one hand, removed from her back, shifted around to tease her entrance. Y/n moaned in response, hip falling as she wanted more, and more he gave.

Jason plunged two fingers into y/n, being met with her wetness; once deep enough, he curled his fingers ever so slightly, intent on guiding her toward the heavens from which she derived. Y/n mewled, thighs trembling as she already neared her climax.

Groaning underneath her, Jay continued his handiwork, mouth suctioned to her pussy as his tongue flicked tirelessly against her tongue. I love you, his shoulders slumped, pants increasingly uncomfortable with his cock hard in them, I want you here. With me. Let me make you happy.

It wasn’t the way his lips lightly sucked on her clit, nor was it the way his fingers dug into her pussy with so much intent that her eyes fluttered shut; it was the contact Jason made while doing it, praising her with actions as he worshiped her body until she fell undone in idyll. Jason’s name choked out from her throat as she rocked against his face, hips stuttering over him, and weight attempting to collapse onto him.

He caught her - as he did, the grown vigilante withstanding a plethora on his broad shoulders - and whispered sweet floral words into her ear, barely audible for her to hear as she immediately softened in his touch.

Y/n couldn’t stay upset with Jason, after all: he was rich in action, his piety in one reflecting in every move he made. Hair untidy, he brushed it away from her face, birds humming in the distance as he watched his spring’s suns set beneath her lids, and her cosmo cheeks return to normal; she was an orchid in his arms, a sweet song of gardens and daylight aglow, brightening the dusk once frightening him — she was a symphony, no less, one that he hearkened each time her strings sped up (a rondo allegro, if you will), or her winds drew long tunes in enervation.

Why she came to him, he knew not, but still relished each day; why she stayed in their times of silence, miscommunication, and lovers’ quarrels ranging in ferocity, a riddle to which Jason neglected the answer; but she birthed new life from him, one far different than his first with Bruce, and second after the Lazarus Pit.

He was a phoenix, risen from the ashes as he devoted each day to clearing the streets of filth for her. And as his devotion slumbered softly in his arms, Jason grinned, content with y/n.

[goatsghost]

batman #33

i’m loving this entire interaction — damian blaming himself, duke and jason silently panicking bc “that’s a tear” and damian’s crying, and dick doing robin-whisperer damage control

all in a day’s work in the wayne house

[frownyalfred]

I'm sorry but I had to do it. Unca Lex putting the pup in his place :]

oh my GOD!!!!!

Jason: *having the worst day of his life since he died*

Lex: this is SO MUCH fun!

[dukeofthomas]

👁️_👁️ why would you do this to me.