#jason todd fics

[maj-b-s]

Y/n's nights after buying a giant Wonder Woman plush for Jason:

Y/n: I'll have to put an end to her... I have no other choice.. *mumbles*

[n0cturn4]

The Beauty who killed the Beast

Character: Jason Todd x Reader Summary:A deformed creature, marked by pain, battles between its inner beast and the memory of what it once was. He seeks her, offering her refuge. For a moment, she responds, but soon falls, succumbing to her end. He remains, trapped in pain and farewell. Word Count: 2458 Triggers: Blood

The laboratory doors opened with a metallic creak, echoing through the cold walls. Jason took a deep breath, trying to control the weight pressing against his chest. He had followed the clues for weeks, each darker than the last, until they all converged to this place. A decaying space where the smell of death and chemical experiments filled the air.

Inside, the lights flickered faintly, casting grotesque shadows projected by abandoned machines. In the center of the main hall, there was a cage. The metal bars were bent, some broken, as if something monstrous had forced them out of place. Dried blood stained the floor, tracing the path Jason now followed.

He found you at the back of the laboratory. A hunched creature, its muscles deformed, covering its body with pale, torn skin. Its claws, thick and sharp like obsidian blades, were dug into the concrete floor, leaving deep marks as it moved. The thick fur covering its body was tangled and stained with blood, mixing with the exposed flesh where the skin had been torn, as if the transformation process had destroyed everything human in it.

Its face, still vaguely human, was twisted by primal fury. Its nose had elongated into a wild snout, with sharp and irregular teeth jutting from its open mouth. The eyes, those eyes Jason recognized, were covered by a golden, fierce glow, as if the beast was always on the verge of losing control. The jaw, now exaggeratedly large and full of fangs, trembled slightly as a black, rough tongue passed over the teeth, staining them red.

The ears, once small and delicate, were now elongated, pointed like a wolf's, twitching with every sound that echoed through the room. The creature breathed heavily, its chest rising and falling with an almost animalistic sound. Every movement it made seemed like a warning, an imminent threat, as if its body were just waiting to strike. The claws, ready to tear through anything in its path, were deeply embedded in the cold, hard floor.

When you turned to face him, your four-fingered paws scraped against the metal with a sound that marked the room, as if the creature wanted to imprint its presence on the environment. A low, guttural growl escaped its throat, vibrating in the dense air, almost breaking the heavy silence. It was on high alert, a beast facing an intruder — but at the same time, something else seemed to shine in its eyes. Something Jason recognized. It wasn’t just savagery. It was a silent scream, a plea.

The muscles of its body, deformed by the transformation, contracted with a threatening force, and its posture showed off its sharp fangs, ready to pounce at any moment. The fur, mostly blackened and stained with blood, bristled with each heavy breath, forming a dark cloak that covered it entirely, hiding any trace of humanity. The creature before him was no longer the person he had known, but something pain and experience had forged — a monster whose origins he still tried to understand.

Fresh blood dripped from its mouth, painting its jaw with vivid red, a sign of its recent brutality. But as Jason looked closer, he noticed that its eyes, though glowing with inhuman intensity, still carried a spark of something familiar. A trace of what it had once been. Something within you was still there, hidden, fighting to break free from the beast it had become.

It lunged with a fierce roar, its feet smashing into the floor as its claws dug deeper, but Jason did not retreat. Instead, he stood firm, his breath slow and controlled. He knew that what stood before him wasn’t just a wild creature. It was you. The pain and loss of everything that had made you human were still there, latent, waiting to be touched.

"I know you're still here," Jason murmured, his tone soft, almost like a plea. "I see it in your eyes... I know you remember."

The creature hesitated, its growl softening, as if unable to understand what was happening. Its claws, once ready to strike, relaxed a bit. The internal struggle was visible in its posture. It wanted to attack, but something else inside it was holding it back. Maybe it was the memory. Maybe it was the pain.

Jason took a cautious step forward, steady, without rushing. His gaze locked onto its eyes, searching for the spark of humanity that still remained. He knew he couldn’t be impulsive. He needed you to know that there was still a chance.

Slowly, he raised his hand to its head. Its fur was rough, almost painful to the touch, but Jason didn’t mind. He let his hand rest there, a timid but genuine caress. The creature’s muscles relaxed, still tense, but less threatening. Its body slightly bent, as if something in its essence was beginning to give. The growl, once so fierce, now seemed more distant, more contained.

Jason kept his hand there, feeling the resistance of its body, but also the fragility of the situation. He knew the beast was still there, but for that brief moment, it seemed less wild, less uncontrollable.

"I won’t let you die like this," he whispered, his voice soft but full of conviction. "I came back for you.. and I won’t lose you."

He stood there for a few moments, his hand still resting on the creature’s head, watching it with a mix of compassion and caution. The silence that filled the space was heavy, as if even the air had frozen, waiting for a movement, a sound, something to guide them.

The creature, for its part, seemed to understand the gentleness of the touch, which somehow calmed it. Its muscles were still rigid, but now there was a small change. It leaned slightly, as if desiring his presence, a silent attempt to reconnect with what it had lost.

"I know you didn’t want this," Jason murmured, more to himself than to it. "I know that... this isn’t who you are."

But the words were still not enough to make the pain disappear. With each passing second, he saw more clearly how torn it was, both physically and emotionally. It wasn’t just a creature transformed by violence; it was a soul still struggling to understand what had happened to it. The internal struggle was obvious, and Jason felt his heart tighten as he realized how deep the abyss was that it was trying to cross.

It took another step forward, its golden eyes fixed on him, trying, with all its strength, to communicate something. The sound it emitted this time was clearer, but still a mumble of pain and frustration. "Jason... it... hurts..."

Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The words came out with such clear pain that he almost felt it physically. It was trying to speak to him, trying to say what it needed, but the creature it had become made any attempt at clearer communication difficult.

"I know... I know it hurts," Jason said, his voice softer, trying to give it some comfort. He knew the pain wasn’t just physical. It was the internal battle to hold onto a piece of itself, a soul crushed by the beast that took over its body. "But I’ll help you, you’re not alone."

The creature shook its head, as if trying to deny it. The sound that came from its mouth was a low hiss, more like a sigh of agony. "I... can’t... go back?"

It was a silent question, more a wish than a doubt. Jason felt his throat tighten with the sadness that poured from those words. It wanted to go back. It wanted to be who it was before, to escape from that monstrous form. He could see it in its eyes, a desire to rescue the humanity it had lost.

"I don’t know if we can go back to what we were," Jason replied honestly, though the weight of those words felt like a sharp blade. "But I’ll help you. I’ll do whatever it takes."

It took another hesitant step, as if trying to reach him, searching for something. But fear and pain still dominated its movements, and it stopped again. Its eyes glimmered with deep internal conflict, and Jason could see clearly what was happening inside it. It was a brutal fight between the humanity that still remained and the monstrosity that threatened to swallow everything.

The silence stretched again, heavy like an endless night. Jason didn’t know what to do besides stand there, offering the only thing he could give — his presence, his silent promise not to abandon it. But he also knew that this struggle, between what it had been and what it had become, couldn’t be resolved all at once. It was a long journey, perhaps even one without end, and he would have to walk by its side at every step.

So, without more words, he lowered his hand and moved a little closer. The creature, though still cautious, did not retreat. On the contrary, it seemed to breathe more freely, as if simply being near him was the relief it needed, even if it didn’t know how to explain it. Jason slowly knelt down, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I won’t leave you alone in this," he said, with an unexpected softness. "It may not be easy, it may not be fast, but I’ll be here. We’ll get through this together."

The creature, with teary eyes, slowly nodded, as if accepting the promise, even though the words were still out of its reach.

Jason then extended his hand once again. And this time, it didn’t hesitate. Though its fingers were still rough and its claws sharp, it touched him lightly, as if trying to anchor itself in that moment, in that touch, as if it were the last anchor of humanity it still possessed.

Jason’s heart skipped a beat as the creature’s rough hand brushed against his, a fragile connection in the midst of chaos. He could feel its desperation, its silent plea for something more than just survival. But before either of them could react further, the sound of boots pounding against the cold concrete echoed in the distance. A harsh, commanding voice followed.

“Take her down! Now!”

The first shot rang out, the noise deafening in the still air, and Jason’s eyes snapped to the soldiers, their rifles raised. The creature flinched, its body trembling with fear and rage, and in a split second, its claws dug deep into the ground, propelling itself forward.

With an inhuman growl, it seized Jason in its arms, lifting him as though he were weightless. Jason’s heart pounded in his chest, the world spinning as the creature darted toward the shadows, moving faster than he could comprehend. The soldiers’ voices grew frantic, shouting orders to each other, but the creature moved with a singular focus: escape.

Each step it took sent tremors through the floor, the air thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder. Jason gripped its fur, trying to steady himself, but the creature was already pushing its limits. The sound of footsteps grew louder—closer. They were gaining on them.

His mind raced. He couldn’t let them catch up. But the creature was slowing, its labored breathing becoming more erratic. Jason could feel it weakening, fighting against its own exhaustion and the overwhelming fear of being hunted.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “We can make it.”

But the creature’s grip tightened as it leaped over a broken staircase, darting through a corridor of darkness. The soldiers were close now, their heavy boots echoing in the narrow hallways, and Jason knew time was running out.

They had to make it out.

Jason’s voice, raw and desperate, cut through the air in a whisper no one could hear. His breath was ragged, each word a plea for mercy, for an end to the chaos, but the soldiers remained deaf to his torment. The pounding of their boots echoed like the slow, inevitable approach of fate. “Please,” he murmured, the word barely escaping his lips, “don’t shoot...”

But the creature, its limbs trembling with exhaustion, didn’t falter. It kept climbing, pushing through the darkness, its every step a cry for freedom, a final act of defiance. The sound of gunfire began to fade into the distance, drowned out by the weight of his own helplessness. The beast’s body pressed closer to him, like a silent promise, though they both knew the truth — the end was coming.

Up, always up, as if the highest point of Gotham could offer them a reprieve, a brief moment of peace before the inevitable. Jason’s heart ached with the understanding that there was no salvation for them. Not here, not now. The towering heights of Gotham stretched far beyond them, the city that never stopped breathing, never stopped hurting.

The creature climbed, its breath shallow, but its grip on him tightening with a primal urgency. Jason could feel the tremors in its bones, the fading flicker of something human beneath the monstrous exterior. He wanted to believe there was hope, that they could find a place to hide from the world that hunted them, but the truth hung heavy in the air — they were both beyond salvation.

And as they reached the highest rooftop, the city sprawled beneath them, the lights flickering like distant stars, Jason whispered into the night, his voice cracking, “I’m sorry... I couldn’t save you...”

The silence that followed was deafening. A world too far gone for redemption. The creature’s eyes, wild and desperate, met his one last time, as if asking him to understand. But there was no time left for understanding. Just the cold, merciless pull of the end.

They looked at each other for one last moment, a look that said more than words ever could. Jason felt the creature's pain, a pain that had become his own, as if their souls were entwined in an impossible fate. There was something in her eyes — resignation, a final spark of something that had once been human, now lost in the abyss of her own destruction.

And then, the creature, with her wounds bleeding and her body weakening, could resist no longer. Her feet faltered, and in a slow, almost resigned movement, she unraveled before him, her weight colliding with the concrete of Gotham's tower. Jason tried to reach her, but it was too late. The beast fell, dragging the last breath of her existence as if the wind of the city had finally carried her away.

The silence that followed was deep and vast, swallowing everything around. Gotham continued to breathe, but for Jason, in that moment, the world had stopped. The sound of her fall, the collision with the distant ground... everything mixed with the echo of his own failures. He stood there, frozen, his vision blurred by pain and loss, knowing there was nothing more to be done, no words that could save what was already lost.

[kitsune024]

Crossovers

Danny Phantom

The Boy King and the Dark Knights by @imjustkindaherelove | Chapters: 29/? | Danny & Jason, Age Regression/De-Aging, ghost king-more like prince, good parent Jason, funny misunderstandings, Identity reveal How Light Carries On (Endlessly, Even After Death) by BumblingBeesAndWillowTrees I Chapters 3/3 I Completed Eldritch Danny, Danny Adopts Jason Todd, Haunted House Dig Three Graves in Apartment 31c by @faeriekit I Chapter's 6/6 I Completed Danny has the role of Willis Todd, halfa Jason The Red Hood's Big Bad Guard Demon by @the-stove-is-on-fire I Chapters 1/? I Danny/Jason, Ice Sculptor Danny, Danny freaks Jason out here lol, High and unhinged Danny, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid by @hollowmashiro I Chapters 1/1 I one shot Danny/Jason, Pre-Slash, Codependency, Soul Bond, Mind the Tags

Star Wars

When Sanity Runs Out by heretoday898 I Chapters 30/30 I Completed Roy & Jason, Bamf Jason, Canon Divergence, Fix it

Supernatural

Two Lives, One Soul by Spnfandom8 I Chapters 10/10 I Completed Dean & Jason are twin brothers, Bamf Dean, Bamf Jason

Jason's Favorite Vacation Spot: Death by @super-sock | Chapters: 18/18 | Completed Basically Jason dies again and comes back again and it keeps happening, Crack and Angst, Lazarus Pit

The first time was a fluke. The second time, okay, there were extenuating circumstances. However, a third time? This was getting suspicious. --- Jason keeps dying. He becomes more acquainted with the other side. Nobody really knows what's going on.

ghost story by @envysparkler | Chapters: 7/7 | Ghost Jason Todd, Fix-It, Whump, Batfamily, Grief/Mourning

Jason Todd dies in Ethiopia. Well. Kind of.

The Wayward Boy by @zootopon I Chapters 3/3 I soldier!jason, Jason Todd Grows Up, BAMF Jason Todd, Maturity, Personal Growth, Jason runs away from home

Jason’s 15. Not old enough to drink but still knows enough to break a man 10 different ways before they could blink. If that doesn’t make people question Bruce’s psychological state as a person, let alone a parent, then he doesn’t know what will. He runs because he's not needed anymore. Because Bruce took away everything that ever meant anything to him, leaving him as just plain old Jason Todd. He runs because at least he can keep his head held high.

Who I am. Who I’ll Never Be by @zootopon I Chapters: 32/? I Jason Wages War, Bamf Jason, Artemis/Jason

On the run from the Justice League and the Bats, Jason prepares to wage war on those he once considered family. They took something from him, he intends to take it back.

JT's Auto Shop foxykyuu15 I Chapters 28/28 I Jason Todd is a Member of the Suicide Squad, Time Travel, Alternate Universe, bamf Jason

There are two locations in Crime Alley that everyone knows are neutral territory: JT's Garage, and Flag's Bar situated two blocks over. The Alley's run by a Ghost story who goes by that very name and lives up to every rumor told about him. Whether this be the blood running down the streets of the Narrows during the gang war waged for the Alley or Ghost's merciless hits against those who defy his order. Even the kind smiles and open rooms without strings attached offered to the citizens of the Alley are true. Its been this way for three years now. Ghost has taken over Mask's territory, ran Penguin out, and shut down Two Face's operations. He has worked long and hard enough to secure a foothold & establish a system under his Code. And it works. It does. Three years is also enough time that Spoiler and Signal, the two newest Bats, begin to get a little too curious to see who the elusive Ghost really is. (Jason hadn't wanted to get involved with the Bats this time around. He wanted to clean up the Alley, work on cars with Santana, and maybe smoke some weed and drink some beer on the weekends when he wasn't out doing crime-lord shit. Fuck.)

Totentanz (La Danse Macabre) by Balrog_Roike | Chapters 1/1 | one shot Lazarus Pit, Possession, Dark fic, Horror, Ghosts

"Vengeance is nothing but justice long overdue..." The Lazarus Pit thinks so, too.

The Daughter of the Water by @chucklesbuckles I Chapters: 1/1 I one shot Lazarus Pit, White Haired Jason, Eldritch Jason-of a sort, doesn't say in tags - Possession, Dead Jason?

“To walk the world!” it croons, bright gold spilling over it’s cheeks, highlighting the springy white curls crowning it’s head. It bends, cold wet hands cradling Talia’s face, wiping her tears away. It places a soft kiss to her forehead, tucking a loose curl of hair behind her ear, torchlight eyes burning. “Thank you for the body.”

Call on Me by @wellthatjusthappend I Chapters 3/? I Clark & Jason, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Clark accidentally end up parenting, AU - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence

It wasn’t that Clark had never thought about having kids, but when he did it hadn't been like this. "Clark... Superman, help."

Bookmark Series

The Phoenix Never Dies by ForceMage56 I Part 1-4 I BAMF Jason Todd, Jason's in Arkham, Talia al Ghul/Selina Kyle, Torture, Psychological Torture, angry Jason, Angst, Jason's had enough

[totallynotashieldagent]

i just read all your Jason Todd fics and just-

*giggling and kicking in bed*

Thank Youuuuu!!! 😭🙏💓

-Rhea

girl I- omg 🤭🤭🤭

thank you sm for reading!!! 💕💕💕

[frownyalfred]

thinking about the expert masseuse Alfred hired for the family that is paid a small fortune annually to provide massage services and ignore so, so many things. No questions, no remarks, just quality service and an ironclad NDA that, if broken, would probably topple said masseuse’s entire family line.

Things Alfred is paying them to ignore, in no specific order:

Bruce’s spinal hardware courtesy of Bane :)

weird amounts of muscle on everyone, even the kids (despite them allegedly not working physical jobs)

scars

FRESH scars

the fact that every joint in Bruce’s body clicks when moved/manipulated at the tender age of 42

Olympic athlete level physiques

rotator cuff injuries across the whole family

scars that are definitely from bullets and/or acid splashes

old signs of what looks like torture (Bruce)

Dick’s entire left arm is basically screws and plates (he “fell really bad” once)

every single family member takes deep tissue massage with max pressure with 0 complaints

calluses

no really, the weirdest fucking calluses

[ashrayus]

absolutely lost it over this fic by @neuro-psyche so. have this comic o(- (

go read it rn if u also love some Good identity reveal fic!!!!

[foerchen]

Next fic: bodyswap

Jason: *in Dick‘s body*

Jason: I feel awful. What is wrong with your body???

Tim: *absolutely obliterating a punching bag in Jason‘s body*

Dick: *looks affronted at Jason in his body*

Dick: My body is fine! What do you mean??? You aren‘t the one who needs to consume an unholy amount of caffeine to function!

Jason: I feel like someone is about to push me off a fucking cliff, Dickhead.

Dick: *grins suddenly*

Dick: Ohhhh. Lemme fix that for you, Little Wing.

Dick: *walks up to Jason and hugs him tightly*

Jason: *relaxes before tensing up*

Jason: WAIT. YOU NEED HUGS TO FUNCTION?!?!

(Next fic is in the works! o7 It isn’t the one I had originally planned cuz my brain went brrr. Have a good one, my lovely birdwatchers! <3)

((Edit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59545189/chapters/151862587 ))

[everwalldigan]

(Dick coming to collect Jason after he’s been “wrongfully” captured by the justice league while Batman is off world:)

Dick: Listen, Hood might be a criminal, but he’s one of Gotham’s. And he’s my brother.

JL: he killed 80 people in two days.

Dick: …he’s adopted?

Jason, glaring while bound to a chair: SO ARE YOU???

[gothamite-rambler]

Duke Thomas gets added to the payroll

Bruce Wayne (seeing Duke walk past his office): Duke.

Duke backwards walked to Bruce’s office.

Duke: Sup?

Bruce: Did you check your bank account? The direct deposit should’ve hit.

Duke: The what? Oh you were serious about that?

Bruce: Of course, you’re not only my son, but you do work for me and you deserve an income.

Duke: Thanks dude, but I can’t take your money I work at the library.

Bruce: Duke, trust me. You deserve this. I do it for all my kids… except Tim.

Duke: Why not Tim?

Bruce: Long story… he owns part of my company, plus he- he definitely embezzled a lot of my funds before I noticed so him working at my company is his paycheck.

Duke (alarmed): That was him?!

Bruce: Yeah, but that’s not important currently. You enjoy your first payhcheck and I’m proud of you.

Duke: Thanks man.

Duke left the office, checking his phone as he walked to his room. He nearly dropped his phone seeing the four digits in his bank account that had five dollars in it three days ago.

Duke (shocked, happy): Three- Three thousand dollars?! Woooooooo! I’m eating good tonight! No wait, game stop here I come!

Duke ran out the house passing by Stephanie and Jason.

Duke: I can finally buy a PlayStation!

Jason: Wait until he finds out it’s a monthly payment.

Stephanie: I’ll tell him later. Want to go tell Tim about it first?

Jason: 100% yes.

[mjmagics]

I keep looking at my fics and trying to write OC fics but I think xreader! That is OC based may be the road to go—

[haveihitanerve]

I love how people are like Jason Todd was a demon child and all the other robins were angels compared to him like lmao robin!Jason was a fucking delight what do you mean

Dick showed up at the manor with a blue stuffed animal elephant and the rage of 100 men and the only thing thats changed is that the elephant is grey now

Tim showed up with blackmail on the fucking Batman and bullied him into accepting him as robin

Damian popped up on the doorstep holding a fucking katanna

Meanwhile robin!jason was jumping from building to building squealing robin magic! and would spontaneously hug Batman. he loved reading shakepeare knowledge and literally screamed golly jee willickers as the highest curse word in his vocabulary.

Robin!Jason was a goddamned fucking delight and all the other ones were the little demon children lmaooo

[maj-b-s]

Y/n: I'm against violence, totally.

Y/n: I don't see the need, you know.

*Y/n also *

Y/n: THE CHAIR! USE THE CHAIR!!!

Jason: Weren't you against violence? *picks up chair*

Y/n: My love totally, but there are times when I open a gap! (︶︹︺)

[adreamfromnevermore]

AU Where the Justice League forms as usual except for one slight difference where Bruce just so happens to have been the one superheroing for the longest. (Excluding Diana, who got up to it in World War 1 and then mostly didn't while she learned about Man's World)

Bruce helps form the Justice League, ignoring all of the comments as they come to the sudden realization that Gotham's baby cryptid story is actually a man in a very intimidating armored suit who can and will break your arm if you cause problems for him. They are unaware that this is not the first team he's led, and actually he's used to teams full of mostly teenagers who also happen to be his children. This should be easier, this team is primarily adults.

He realizes rapidly that he doesn't understand these people.

His kids take bonding activities to mean learning a dozen different ways to break someones leg. That doesn't fly with these people. And that is most of Bruce's ideas, hell when he was a kid Alfred took every opportunity to get him out of his room and mostly that was with the agreement that Alfred would teach him how to defend himself. He's come by it honestly.

This team is not easier. They have more drama than when his house was actually full of kids. It's insane. He doesn't know what to do with it, usually he just sent the kids to their rooms or grounded them from patrol. That doesn't work here.

He comes to a strange crossroads. That falls apart when he forgets who he's working with and snaps at Hal with a full room of heroes that the next person to throw a punch or an insult without a reason too will be sparring with him.

A long standing rule in the batcave that worked two fold to prevent infighting between the kids and too ensure that they were well and truly trained.

It works wonders. No one says a word out of line for the rest of the debrief. Bruce becomes the unofficial mediator of the league over Clark because anytime he walked in on a fight it suddenly became 10 times more civil out of sheer terror of what he'd do to them in a sparring match.

Eventually they actually meet his kids. Well, one kid.

Half way through a mission (one of the rare ones in Gotham) the Bat comes to a complete stop at the edge of an alley. Every single league member on the team comes to a stop behind him. Slowly from the shadows of the alley a man in a red helmet stalks out to greet them.

"You don't call, you don't write"

"Red Hood."

"Don't Red Hood me! We've been worried sick!"

"I was at the cave last night."

"You didn't answer my texts B. You always answer my texts."

Somehow it ends with big and scary following them through the rest of the mission with a running commentary of how much Bats has let him down in his failure to respond in a timely manner to a text send less than an hour before he ran into them in the alley. It only ends when Red Robin shows up.

And even then it only ends because Hood can't keep himself from throwing a punch and Bruce has to snap at him that if he throws another one they're sparring when they get home.

And by god is Jason giving up the chance to punch his brothers.

[were-wolverine]

13 y/o dick grayson, holding 9 y/o jason todd like a stray cat: bruce, i got a little brother!

bruce, doing paperwork for WE, not paying attention: that’s great, chum

. . .

bruce, several hours later: wait, what?!

dick: it’s okay, alfred said we can keep him!

[frownyalfred]

the batkids play the “what’s the most annoying injury you’ve ever had?” game but it’s lighthearted (“I broke both thumbs on a bad landing and couldn’t play video games for a month” “one time I got a cut on my leg that reopened every time I stood up” etc) until Bruce walks in. someone asks him the most annoying injury he’s ever had and he doesn’t even stop to think about it.

“Fracturing my spine.”

“Oh jeez,” Dick said, making a face. “Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s definitely…well, annoying isn’t the word I’d use.”

Bruce, expressionless: “Mostly because I couldn’t walk or complete other daily activities without assistance for an extended period of time.”

Dick, glancing at Jason. “Uh….huh.”

“What about that time Ivy hit you with that leaf and you couldn’t eat legumes for a year?” Jason asked, redirecting the suddenly maudlin group. “Wasn’t that more annoying?”

“Hmm.”

Tim leaned back, looking curious. “Just legumes?”

“Legumes,” Jason repeated, waving a hand. “It got ugly.”

“I’m not a huge fan of peanuts,” Bruce said, thoughtful.

“Yeah, no shit, I wonder why.”

[ashrayus]

rough night