#jason deserves better

[purble-sarah]

i was gonna fill the whole sketch page but then after two days i magically forgot how to draw and i couldn't fill the whole page

[brucewaynehater101]

Reverse Robins AU is a fun concept, but I need more of that Jason POV angst.

If Tim and Jason are swapping roles (i.e. Tim dies and Jason is the third Robin), I need that focus on Jason's early Robin years.

Bruce, who's a grieving brutal man, would scare Jason. The violence, the coldness, and (if it's your flavor) the alcoholism. Bruce finds this child and, unlike for canon Jason, doesn't show him love and care.

So why does Jason stick around? Why would Jason put up with this behavior?

Bruce reminds Jason of a gnarly combination of Willis and Catherine.

The violence, the yelling, and the fear of a father figure are reminiscent of Willis. The lack of self-care, depressive spirals, and dissociative states are a messed up way Jason can see some of his mom again. Jason gets glimpses of his parents, but only in the worst sides of Bruce.

I want to see Jason tucking in Bruce and humming songs that would comfort his mom. Similar to when Catherine would forget or be unable to prepare food, Jason would ensure Bruce ate. He would chat lightly for hours to bring Bruce back from staring at Tim's case.

If Bruce is an alcoholic in this fic, Jason would be rubbing Bruce's back as he vomits. He would watch as Bruce poured another glass knowing he can't stop him.

When Bruce goes on a rampage, when he's screaming and hollering and throwing things, Jason would be hiding in his closet. Damian probably told Jason to call him when it gets like that (Damian can get Jason out of there if he can't stop it), but why would he? It's not like anyone was there for him before. It's not like calling for help led to him actually getting the assistance he needed. Instead, it usually led to the situation becoming worse.

So, despite the parentification (that's all that Jason's known), the kid stays. Bruce needs him after all. He eventually pulls Bruce away from the ledge. He finally gets a dad that doesn't cause his hands to tremble. Damian comes around more often and teaches Jason how to protect himself. Finally, the kid is Robin and able to help people (like how he saved Bruce).

Then Tim comes back from the dead.

[yeagerbitchh]

read a jercy hanahaki fic and was fine, then I read a jercy fic jason went to meet percy’s family and everyone immediately accepted him and he finally understood what it was to be loved by a family and now I’m fucking bawling my eyes out

[candyfox85]

jason grace is underated

he is not boring and I'm tired of the fandom not giving him justice. Bro was replaced at his own f-ing camp, by a Greek, then mocked for no longer being roman, his mom abandend him to the wolves, literally. we need to acknolage that Jason is not boring whatsoever

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

I just think that Jason should have civilian friends that the other Bats straight up know nothing about.

He’s casually hanging out mask less with a group of seven or so women who worked the curbs since he was six and he all calls “auntie”. He has monthly meetups where he checks up with some of the other guys from Ma’s school. An ephemeral ex-Queen who used to live in his building. An abuleta who used to pay him to help her distribute food. Other street kids who somehow manage to crawl their way to adulthood and just about every restaurant owner within the bounds of the Alley and they all know who he is, but Hell would freeze over before a one of them would rat because God knows this guy’s got enough problems as is and like Hell are they loosing him again. And it’s easy for Jason to forget that these people legitimately care about him and value his presence but he knows that it makes it all seem so much more bearable seeing first hand that his work’s going towards something good.

Crime Alley loves Red Hood, but they love Jason Todd too

[littlestarbeam]

My Son

"Lupa!" She remembers the first time she heard it, during one of his energetic babbles, as if it were yesterday and for an immortal goddess that was an achievement. He had reached for her muzzle with his soft grubby hands, then unaware of the violence she inflicted, and gently placed his hands rubbing back and for, giggling babbling on.

"Lupa!" She remembers him running towards her, with his arms outstretched, and wrapping them around her neck, into an embrace. His smile lighting up his face as he grinned. Behind him was the boy, Apollon's descendant, who was there just a month ago and Camp Jupiter's new augur with a scrowl on his face. He chattered something onto her, something she just can't quite remember.

"Lupa!" He had come sprinting up to her with a girl in hand, eyes twinkling. He introduced her as if he hadn't realized that she and her sister were in her training not just two months ago, eyes never once leaving the girl. The girl bowed to her, paying her respects and informing her she was, as she suspected, a child of Bellona.She can't remember him ever looking at some like that, with such faith and certainty ever again.

"Lupa?" He looked at her in confusion and puzzlement. In his hands were the hands of another girl she had never met. The girl looked at her warily, observing her with hesitancy. She knew why Juno removed his memories but to pair him with some who would hurt him. She didn't want to admit that it hurt that he didn't remember her. She raised him and many others to be strong, so she must lead by example.

"Lupa" She hadn't raised him for tears but she couldn't help but let him cry on her neck, burying his face into her fur. His sobs of how she left him, inquires of what he had done wrong, how everyone looked at him as though he had been the one to ended it. She knew but held her tongue, simply licking his face the same way she did when he was young.

She wished she heard him say her name again, the soft or happy or curious or even tearful sound of his voice once again. It had been years since he had long gone just as it had been her other sons. She would accompany their hymns of him with howl as they rejoice the boy bound to serve the gods. The girl he had first bought to her, the one who he couldn't take his eyes off, would join her from time to time, for she too had traded her heart for immortality. Just like today when she came and said his name, a name that no matter how they mention it in their songs, would never know him. Jason Grace, son of Jupiter and all of the forgetton gods he honored, one of my sons.

My Son.

[moonllshadow]

Context: Jason can’t stop hearing the clown after the whole confrontation with Bruce at the collapsing building and the fresh cut on his neck, courtesy of Batman... Can’t deny that nightmares are getting worse...

Sorry UnU I’ve only got angst to offer today

[pain-is-too-tired]

Okay, but-

Jason to Drift Away

Here in the garden Let's play a game I'll show you how it's done Here in the garden Stand very still

Happily wondering, night after night Is this how it works? Am I doing it right?

Finally something Finally news About how the story ends She doesn't exist now Survived by her son

Just-

[d34thwurm3]

happy birthday jason grace im so sorry i didnt appreciate your character until my 10th reread of heroes of olympus

[sunflowerharrington]

stwg daily prompt: coffee break monday!

i chose to do the prompt “i couldn’t lose you” but switched it to “i can’t lose her!”

wc: 1053

pov: jason carver (in which vecna may or may not be following him)(so it’s slightly diverging from canon)

i took a scene from an abandoned wip and switched it up a little to fit the prompt 🖤

This can’t be happening. No, this cannot be happening. Chrissy’s… Jason’s mouth opens and closes, he can’t even begin to form words or even remember how to. And then, all of a sudden, he can’t open his mouth anymore.

He can’t blink, can’t move, can’t breathe. Everything’s going so fast and yet moving in slow motion at the same time. His knees buckle in unison with one another, but he can’t fall.

Powell knocks his knuckles against the wooden table, the sound crawling through Jason’s skin, down his spine and his legs. Callahan’s lips are moving but he can’t hear a thing. Ocean waves crash against his eardrums and his head plunges underwater.

“S- so you’re saying she’s gone?” He asks, his own voice making his stomach turn. It comes out more like a strangled sob than coherent words. “No! I- I can’t lose her!”

He braces himself against the table, one hand on each side of it, trying to keep himself still.

The crawling on his skin doesn’t stop, pricking at him, but maybe the crawling isn’t even crawling. It’s the slight sparkle in Phil Callahan’s eye burning Jason’s skin. His loud, clear voice sends Jason’s heart into overdrive. Even though Phil’s calmer than he should be, there’s something else, something unspoken, that’s making Jason want to run for the hills.

“What do I do now?” He whispers to himself, his voice shaking more than a broken roller coaster. Jason doesn’t know what to do.

Without Chrissy, he is nothing.

As much as he wants to, he can’t escape from this. His safety blanket is too far away to crawl into, it’s at home, and his other safety net, Chrissy, is gone. He has nothing to protect himself from this.

“I need to get some air. Can I, please?” He asks Callahan, who lets the shattered boy leave the room for a moment.

He’s definitely lightheaded, his heart roaring at him to run and never look back. If he keeps running, her death won’t catch up to him, meaning it’ll never sink in. That’s good, right? Right?

And so he does, he runs and runs until he’s oustide another familiar spot in Hawkins.

He’s home now, well, in his house. He’s not at home. Home is in Chrissy’s embrace…

“Why the fuck are you getting so upset over this?” Andy shouts after him, running towards him to catch up as Jason gets to his front porch. “I thought you didn’t even care about her!”

Jason slams the door in Andy’s face just as they met in the doorway. A gust of wind awakening goosebumps on his arms. He kicks stones with his trainer as he turns to walk back into the living room, but his feet stop, even as he tries to move. Almost immediately, salt attacks his eyes, breaking through the dam so the floodgates can open. He reaches out to find his confidence, but his hands are trembling so much he can’t keep a hold of it.

The faint tick, tick, tick of a clock rings in his ears, disrupting the silence, each tick louder than the last, almost like a warning, almost as loud as his heart pounding in his head. He wants to reach up and cover his ears, but his arms stay rigid by his sides, and his fingers all but twitch. He looks down, only with his eyes, as his head stays put. Jason’s breath shakes, slowing down before shooting back up, so heavy his attempt at breathing is louder than the ticking clock.

He coughs loud, forcing his mouth open so it can be easier to breathe. But it’s not. If anything, he’s only made it worse. He’s screaming, but no sound comes out. He can’t wake up from the nightmare.

The ticking fills every inch, every groove and every cell in his brain, echoing in his ears, protruding through his eyes with a sharp sting. Burning creeps up his spine, around his neck and into his mouth, travelling down his throat to set his heart on fire. He tries to scream again, but as before, no sound comes out. There’s something caught in his throat, and yet… there’s nothing physically there.

Jason’s breath falters as he gasps, the ticking and his desperate attempt at breathing getting louder and louder, threatening to rupture his eardrums. Blood soars through his veins at lightning speed, and his tear-soaked skin stings along with his eyes as he tries to force his eyelids down so he can blink. His eyes are heavy, wanting to close, but they can’t. And nothing happens. His brain is simply refusing to work.

Invisible hands run from the sides of his knees up to his hips, leaving a trail of that nightmare up them, leading to his stomach, and it drops as his heart leaps into her throat.

The hallway expands, stretching for eternity, the paintings on the walls ripping apart, the family portraits now in shreds. Jason’s throat squeaks and his chest heaves as he watches his own face in the family portrait expand and rip, unable to move to make it stop. Why won’t it stop? Is this the satanic game playing games with him?!

Make it stop!

His wide eyes stare into the distance, straining them to watch the door handle, waiting for someone to come save him. Too paralyzed to save himself, only able to touch the darkness and fear.

Is this because Chrissy…? But she can’t be gone. Without knowing if she’s dead or not he can’t be sure if she’s gone until he sees her. But she should be fine. He prayed every night for Chrissy, pleaded with God to keep her safer than he ever could. It’s a scary world out there, and even though he’s done everything in his power to keep her away from danger… something got her, and she’s injured, on death’s doorstep as far as he’s aware.

God didn’t keep her safe like he said he would, like Jason had asked him to… Meaning, Gods are not real, and he spent his entire life worshipping something that was never there. But that doesn’t mean the Devil doesn’t exist. He does. He took Chrissy. And Jason will do everything in his power to find Satan and break his fucking neck for killing his girlfriend.

[ara-ri]

the greek tragedy that is also known as jason todd

thinking about jason todd as a character and what a genuinely tragic character he is.

jason is a character that can never know peace nor justice because the narrative itself will never let him have that peace. the moment DC made the decision to have the joker kill him is the moment his fate was sealed.

joker as a character can't be killed or stopped permanently in any meaningful way, because out of all the batman villains that exist, such an iconic figure could never truly leave the story behind whether it be through death or irrelevance outside the story.

so what then?

batman will continue to stop the joker, continue to put him back in akrham asylum, all the the joker will continue to break out.

but if the joker can't be stopped, then what does this mean for jason?

imagine, your tormentor, your murderer continuing to commit the same atrocities over and over again...and for what? where is the justice in this? how could jason ever move on, if the narrative won't move on from the joker himself?

i know plenty of characters "die" in about every other comic run followed by some type of revival but i cannot emphasis enough that jason todd was not originally intended to come back. death in the family released sometime in 1988 while under the red hood began its publication in 2005

that's roughly 17 years that jason was no longer present in new comic runs, almost a generation or two of comic readers not getting any content that involved him.

nothing to show except sentiment like "oh he was an angry kid", or "he was reckless, bruce shouldn't have taken him in".

jason didn't just die within the narrative, he died from the apathy of phone callers despite outcry. he died of irrelevance because for more than a decade, he had faded from comic relevance aside from some mentions in comic runs (at least until winick resurrected his character).

i honestly don't think there's another character quite like jason who miserably gets all the short end of the sticks. his time spent dead gets treated by such a joke because, wow jason, you're not the only one who's died!

but none have died quite like jason. he can't get any peace or justice from the narrative because dc comics would have the balls to retire an iconic character from the batman comics. and he can't forget because if he forgets, who will remember for him?

coupled with all of that together... wouldn't you get angry?

[brucewaynehater101]

Jason Todd, the cigarette precariously trembling between disfigured fingers, the freezing and bitter air of Gotham numbing his hands, and the smell of tobacco, rotting garbage, and blood.

[lesbianbanana]

I JUST READ THE PART OF THE BURNING MAZE WHERE JASON DIED FOR THE FIRST TIME AND LIKE?????? I KNEW HE WAS GOING TO DIE BUT WTF???? IM IN SCHOOL AS WELL I CAN'T EVEN HAVE MY BREAKDOWN

[lilylionm34]

😭😭🥲🥲my poor son

it’s always “haha, jason ate a stapler, that’s how he got the scar on his lip,” but we never stop to think about the implications of why he tried to eat that stapler. beryl was a neglectful, abusive mother who spent most of her time drunk, high, or pulling stunts for media attention. she didn’t bother to look after her children. she didn’t bother to feed them, play with them, or help them. thalia was forced to take care of jason, an 8 year old girl struggling to keep herself and her 1 year old baby brother alive. jason ate that stapler because he was starving. jason ate that stapler because he was neglected and had no one looking out for him other than another child.

[littlestarbeam]

I cant stop thinking about the fact that Juno just might have truly loved Jason. That she thought she was so merciful for letting him live. That she loved him as though he was her own. That Jason was her son, her boy no matter the circumstances. That Jason not understanding what a mother's love was also believed the same. That when he saw Sally look at Percy with a look of adoration it reminded him of Juno who would give him those looks after he finished a quest. But the difference was while Sally's love for Percy was unconditional, Juno's was. That as a goddess, mortals and demigods need to be deserving of love in her eyes. But in her heart she truly did love Jason so when he came back resenting her for taking his memories she was confused. Because in her eyes love was conditional

[cardinalcheerio]

Half the time I'm like, "can we have jason todd media not all about his death"?

Then I realize. If I died I would never shut up about it.

"Can you get up and grab that for me?"- absolutely not. My legs are tired from death.

"Will you go to the store with me?"- leaving the house?!? What if I die AGAIN.

So yeah, anyone who thinks jason talks about his death too much. Be honest. We'd all do the exact same thing.