#jason todd is built like a brick shit house

[awhoreintheory]

Something so special to me is that, no matter the crossover, whether it is Danny Phantom, Spider-Man, or Ladybug, you can always find a fic that describes Jason as "being built like a brick shit house"

Best constant ever

[binxdilution]

I have 2 head cannons about damian that are complete opposites and depending on the situation both would be hilarious.

Damian either being another brick shithouse in the bunch, or being absolutely tiny. Weif like. Like no matter what that boy does he is 5"7 at best and is stuck built like a 1950s house wife.

Cause on one hand yes that was once a little boy that only came up to Bruce's waist that is now a Grown Man and can handle Jason Todd with ease and looks down to see Bruce.

On the other? He finally thought he was getting his big growth spurt at 14 but then jt doesn't happen, that's fine genetics are weird it's out of his control. Then he's 15. Then 16. Then he gives up at 17 cause at this point after a life with full meals and a healthy lifestyle he can admit he's done growing. At 5'6. 5"7 if he puffs himself up.

And that's not even the worst part, cause if he was at least beefy like his dad then he wouldn't get so much shit from his brothers but no, he's like his mother in his build. Which really isn't that bad, he can always fit into air vents, even at 17 he doesn't need to give up robin cause he's still built like a 13 year old, and he can make people drop their guard with his small stature. But his brothers definitely make him see the negatives.

He will always be built like a 13 year old, which great for some reasons, sucks for others. From behind he almost always gets mistaken for a child, if grabbed right he can just be lugged off somewhere, as repeatedly shown, and he doesn't ever have to outgrow robin. Which, if he didn't want his own super hero identity or to inherent batman, thay would be a good thing. But he really wants to get out of a shadow for once, and his 5'6 frame isn't helping that.

Kicking grown men in the balls when they mistake him for female from behind is definitely a plus though.

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny, a short 17 year old halfa: omg you’re so tall, you look like a giraffe

Jason, who has more than five siblings: That’s why you’re dead built like a baked bean

Danny, going ghost immediately, eyes glowing and snarling: A BAKED- A BAKED BEAN?!?!?!

——

Later:

Danny, feral with short people rage;

Jason, clinging onto his taller girlfriend: ahhhhh! Get your fucking brother, Jazz!

Jazz, hugging Jason: awe, he don’t bite

Jason, looking at Danny who very much does bite: yes he do!!

[blessedbenightwingsass]

Ah yes my favorite type of fictional man: total badass with fuckin loser tendencies

[kitkatscabinet]

Eat your heart out Patrick Swayze

Summary: Helping your boyfriend with a new hobby (inspired by this ask)

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Word count: 539

“Fuck!” Your boyfriend yells in frustration, and you can’t help but laugh a little as you notice the way Jason is scowling at the lump of clay.

Splotches of wet clay litter his arms and clothes, hands covered in a paste-like consistency that’s started to crust on his skin.

This was supposed to be a calming activity. Something that Dinah had suggested might be beneficial. Jason always seemed so sure that all he was capable of was violence, his hands made for destruction. Pottery was supposed to prove he was capable of more than what he believed.

You don’t know why she couldn’t have suggested something like gardening, because this was proving to be anything but calming.

You really shouldn’t laugh, you can tell Jason’s about to snap, but he’s just so cute.

“Jay, babe, you gotta relax.” You cajole, moving to stand behind him.

“You relax.” He replies petulantly, all the wit of a second grader.

It’s a testament to how much he loves and trusts you that Jason doesn’t think twice about sinking back to rest against your chest.

Jason’s built like a brick shit house, a fact which is more apparent to you now than ever. It’s awkward, wrapping your arms around him, your hands atop his as you guide his movements on the pottery wheel.

Your breath comes out in concentrated, even puffs against the skin of his neck.

Jason almost makes a flirty remark, after all, how’s he supposed to concentrate when he can feel the planes of your chest pressed so snugly against his back.

Still, it’s calming, and relaxing to be so close to you. Closing his eyes, Jason allows himself to concentrate on nothing but the feel of you against him, the reassuring thud of your heartbeat pulsing in through him. 

“Jason!” You laugh suddenly, snapping him out of his trance, head tilting back against your shoulder to make eye contact with your mirth-filled ones. “You’re supposed to be focusing on the clay not falling asleep!” You playfully hit him on the side. 

“Hate to break it to you babe, but there’s no focusing on anything else when you’re pressed up against me like that,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

This time you push him off the stool, laughing uproariously at the undignified shriek of surprise. 

“See if I ever help you again you little perv!” Playfully you flip him the bird as you sashay back to your shared bedroom. 

By the time you make it a few feet away, Jason’s recovered from his impromptu fall and is running towards you at a frankly terrifying speed for a man his size. Despite his bulk, your boyfriend is trained to be stealthy and it’s only for your benefit that he lets you hear him coming. 

Another peal of laughter escapes your lips as his strong arms wrap around your middle, tackling you onto the bed as Jason leaves ticklish kisses along the column of your neck. 

Instinctively one of your hands moves to tug at the hair on the back of his neck, pottery long forgotten for the day now that Jason had his hands on you. 

(You’d yell at him for getting clay all over one of your favourite shirts later.)

[anna-no-emma]

note; it's not real twink, it's just relative to when he's drawn like a slab of breathing rock. There's aesthetically muscled jason and then there's THICK Jason.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of His and Mine Are the Same

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/XGWPmY8 by Gojos_Robin “So much for escaping Crime Alley” I thought to myself while walking to my MMA class, when I thought I saw a familiar face pass me by. “Was that Jason?” I asked myself. Turning around, I could only see the back of a tall man, taller than me even, around six foot four, but built like a brick shit house. Without a thought I yelled out. “Jason?” The one where Jason Todd and Y/N see each other again after a decade. Words: 1216, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Reader, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Minor Characters Relationships: Jason Todd/Reader, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Reader, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne & Reader, Tim Drake & Reader, Damian Wayne & Reader, Alfred Pennyworth & Reader, Bruce Wayne & Reader, Dick Grayson & Reader, Barbara Gordon & Reader Additional Tags: Smoking, Alcohol, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant, Slow Burn, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Switch Jason Todd, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Batfamily Member, Reader-Insert, Reader is a Batfamily Member (DCU), POV First Person, Mutual Pining, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, My First Fanfic, My First Smut, My First Work in This Fandom, Jason Todd is Built Like A Tank, no beta we die like jason todd, no beta we die like robins read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/XGWPmY8

[frankieburieshisdead]

A - BakuDeku, Sladick, Korrasami, Superbat, Harlivy, DickMidnighter, DianaHarly etc...

B - Superbat actually. I can thank @superbattrash for that, and @eliemo. I followed both of their blogs obsessively when I first joined Tumblr, love their work.

C - Brudick. I'm not even that intense about batcest ships I just hate this one.

D - Honestly I wish I was into Tododeku but I just can't get into it which is hilarious because one of my favourite fics is Todobakudeku.

E - I posted a Bizzaro/Tim fic to AO3 a while ago. I dont know if that would count as a crack ship or just a rare one.

F - 5 years in the Batfamily fandom and counting

G - I have! My first was probably Harringrove, which still has a place for me. Right now it's probably Superbat which seems like the natural progression.

H - I've got to say shows/comics. A lot has to do with the fandoms I predominantly socialize in but I have to say there's something charming about the visual medium because it leaves a lot of guess work. Unlike books, you have to sort of figure out what's going on behind the character, what their childhood was like, what their favorite colour is. Plot based or even episodic shows are best for this imo.

I - Nope.

J - Probably One Piece. I'm still not that into it but I like seeing the relevant posts every now and then.

K - Basic bitch answer but probably Jason Todd/Dick Grayson. Jason in the more obvious on the nose development and Dick with a similar but kind of more subtle thing. Idk they're just my little guys I love them.

L - Tony Stark is an interesting take on the rich guy dilemma, in that he is /gen playboy Bruce Wayne. I dont hate him but he's not for me.

M - Duke Thomas. He just seems like he'd be good at explaining what order to watch Gundam to me.

N - 1. Fanfics who's storyline focuses on the numerous black DC characters we have. 2. F/F ships that don't take backseat to the main M/M ship. Polyships like omg there is so much material in the superworld why aren't we on this guys.

O - "I'm not in love" - Kelsey Lu (I just pressed shuffle on my liked songs) This is BatCat for me especially with the "You're just a silly phase I'm going through" in this tone that tells the listener she doesn't mean it. Ugh I love this remaster.

P - MHA - military AU. I think it would be so cool to see the Hero/Quirk thing remade into a military setting, with the different denominations like Navy or whatever. If anyone knows any fics along these lines pls lmk it sounds so fun.

Q - Stranger things fandom because the Zionism just runs too deep for me to be an active participant anymore.

R - I love the friendship between Tulip and Mirror Tulip in Infinity train idk why it just stuck with me.

S - Green Arrow and Black Canary actually have an extremely unhappy marriage. They got together too young and now spend a lot of their time trying to avoid the issue of the fact that they don't actually like each other, or at least who they have grown into. This is sometimes touched on a little bit in cannon but it's generally agreed that the two are deeply in love with each other, which I for some reason disagree with.

T - Dick Grayson as an older sister. Every kind of older sister. The cool one who brings home boyfriends that the younger siblings crush on. The anxiously attached one who tries to hold the family together by the skin of their teeth. Dick Grayson is every older sister ever, and was written for women who had to raise their younger siblings.

U - Hal Jordan - I love this man and can probably genuinely say he is my favorite DC character, which is hilarious because I never talk about him. He was my childhood comic book fave and I keep him close to me still. Next is Iida Tenya from My Hero Academia. I live for the prefect nerd character in every show and he fit that archetype so perfectly except he's also built like a shit brick house which is yum. Last is Adam Parish from the Raven Cycle for what I consider obvious reasons.

V - Probably Nate Jacobs from Euphoria. I hate saying that but he is genuinely the most relatable character I have come across in recent years, which I get doesn't reflect well on me. The concept of this person who has experienced niche taboos from a very young age and grew up to be very angry because of it is not passed on me.

W - I hate it when female character who is stereotypically into feminism is seen as this really annoying out of touch character, whilst their busty counterparts are set up as an ideal. Also low key incest tension. Both of which are rife in anime fandoms all over this app.

X - I love a pathetic little sad guy who is hopelessly in love with a self assured confident guy. I'll eat this up forever and always.

Y - Fucking Bungo Stray dogs which I hate but for some reason has my people in a vice like grip.

Z - Uh...uh... the new DCAMU is objectively better but I really miss the old frame copy comic book movies and I'm sad they're era has ended

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

[batfam-my-beloved]

Peak Batfam Character Design Headcannons

Bruce Wayne

• Jewish/Japanese/English (Idk where I saw it but someone drew Martha and Thomas Wayne and headcannon Martha as a Jewish Polish immigrant and Thomas as half Japanese half English and I really really love that headcannon) [Edit: it was @not-another-robin ]

• Stubbly scratchy

• Thicc thighs (save lives 🙏🥵)

• Under bite

• Scars all over

• Sharp features/high cheek bones

• 5ft 5in (we support a short king 🙌)

• Wide set sholders/back muscles of the ✨️gods✨️

• Has a scar right that goes through his left brow

• Pierced ears that he got when he was a teenager and going through his "goth" faze (let's be honest it still hasn't ended)

• Mainly sticks to wearing classic black/diamond studs

• Secretly misses his long dangling edgy earings

• Panromantic demisexual

• Autistic /OCD/PTSD

• Pls let him ramble about his special interests 🥺👉👈

• Romanian descent

Dick Grayson

• Built but lean

• Very flexible

• Lovely tan skin

• Cute dimples

• The prettiest dark blue eyes you ever did see

• ✨️Nice ass✨️ (obviously)

• Long leggedy legs

• Floofy mullet hair

• Tall boi 6ft 3in (exactly 1 whole inch taller than Jason and it infuriates him 😋)

• He had to get braces at one point and it was the worst time of his life (drama queen 🤭)

• Low key a fuck boi

• He still sweet tho 😘

• His stomach is an endless black hole

• This ain't no lie this boi is bi bi bi

• Adhd go brr 💨

Jason Todd

• Latino Jason for the win baby! Specifically Mexican because I'm projecting 😋

• Built like a shit brick house

• Sturdy but soft like a weight lifter

• No six pack only tum tum 😤

• 6ft 2in (1 inch shorter then Dick and hates it 🤣)

• Stubbly scratchy (like his dad 🥺)

• Thicc thighs that can crush heads (also like his dad 😅)

• Also is riddled with scars as well, mainly bullet wounds

• End the debate: he has heterochromia one blue and one green eye

• Crooked nose from constantly being broken

• J scar on the cheek (do NOT mention it)

• His eye sight is shit but he refuses to get glasses

• He caved once started have trouble reading without getting a headache 🤓

• Panromantic asexual

• PTSD cuz this boi gots ✨️trauma✨️

Tim Drake

• Vietnamese/Irish (cuz I said so 😤)

• Long lean Built

• Floppy hair with a middle part

• Tooth gap ❤️

• Has one (1) singular dimple on his right cheek

• When not on the clock as Robin he is clumsy and always covered in bandages

• Scraped knees and elbows

• Cuz he was a Skater boi and said no I ain't wearing a helmet

• ✨️Skater boi aesthetic✨️

• Also a gamer boi

• Yes he got the cat ear headphones 🐈 😻 🐈‍⬛️

• His eye sight turns to shit over time cuz he's always on the computer

• Yes he got the hipster glasses 🤓

• Bi disaster

• OCD go brr 💨

Damian Wayne

• Arabic

• Lean muscle like an MMA fighter

• Hopes to hit a growth spurt soon but he will still end up short just like his daddy 😈

• Lovely dark skin

• Very sharp features (like his dad)

• Beautiful green eyes (like his mom)

• Long slender nose

• Teeth and ears are slightly pointed due to his demon blood

• Under bite (it's genetic at this point 😋)

• Neat clipped spiky hair

• Prides himself in not having as many scars as the rest (sign of strength in combat)

• Nonbinary/Gender Queer

• Asperger's Syndrome

• His special interests are anime, animals, and swords

Cassandra Cain

• Chinese decent

• Ballerina body with a bit more muscle around the arms

• Ballerina feet (they hurt 🥺)

• Nice olive skin

• Cute round face

• Hands have lots of little scars and bruises

• Selective mute

• ASL and Chinese sign language✌️

• Bob hair cut with an under cut

• Wanted to peirce her ears when she saw that Bruce had his pierced

• They get matching earings ❤️

• Pan 💖💛💙

• Joining Jason in the PTSD and trauma club 😗✌️

Stephanie Brown

• Hungarian decent

• More square around the shoulders

• Stacked like a classic boxer

• 3 ears piercings on each ear

• Dirty blond hair reaches a little passed her shoulder blades

• Also has had braces at one point

• Nail polish is always chipped

• Has fought several people at 3am behind a Waffle house

• Bi icon

• Low key has anger issues but is going to therapy for that now 😗✌️

Duke Thomas

• African American

• Classic athletic build (like dorito)

• Large thick hands (so that he may hold the people he loves 🥺❤️)

• Square jaw line but also soft around the edges

• Short clipped hair with his little zig zaggies shaved on the side, sometimes he changes up the design when he feels daring 😘

• Ears stick out a little (very cute 😍)

• Also has pierced ear that he's had since he was 8yrs

• He to gets a matching set with Bruce and Cass ❤️

• Over bite

• He is an ally and very supportive 💕

• His lips are chapped cuz our boi gots ✨️Anxiety✨️ and is always chewing on them

[heli0s-writes]

*chants* Jason Todd Jason Todd Jason Todd Jason Todd

Thick ass thighs thick ass thighs thick ass thighs (that I wanna ride)

jesus.. jason fucking todd. 6’4” built like a shit brick house. this fucker is a unit. he gets roughed up on patrol and it makes him hard because he’s admittedly fucked up and the adrenaline is hitting him everywhere. he books it home and grabs you by the neck and kisses with a lot of tongue because he’s sloppy and horny and doesn’t give a shit. he’s leaving hickeys and bite marks and he’s going to mark you up. were you doing something? not anyfuckingmore, get your ass on the bed now.

[bruiserelliot]

listen my buddy is Jason Todd. His partner, while chaotic as hell in dnd, is one of the sweetest people i've ever had the pleasure of meeting and has literally seen me at one of my most pathetic moments and acted like nothing was wrong next time I saw them. My buddy is walking around built like a brick shit house with his partner and every once in a while he and I will talk about the ways self sacrifice and preventative violence are huge parts of toxic masculinity, and he'll be there like 'listen I know I need to work on this but also, i'd avenge you if someone pulled some shit' and this is where I'm the Tim Drake in the situation cause my first question is 'dare I ask how?' as opposed to his partner who is the 'live for me' one between them. It's hilarious

Jason is an "I'd kill for you" person stuck in a "live for me" family.

[thepartyresponsible]

this fill is for @rozword and @hargreeeves who both asked for frank castle/jason todd and whose prompts happened to work well together. so here’s the first half of a two-part no superheroes au, in which jason is not red hood and has never been robin, but he’s still getting into fights in alleys. the prompt for this one is: "are you leaving?"

warnings for some canon-typical violence and also some canon-typical bad medical decisions.

                                                         ---

Jason wakes up on a couch that isn’t his, in a house he doesn’t know, with a dog he’s never met curled up next to him. There’s also something wrong with his face and temple and entire skull region, but he’s not surprised by that, given the facts of the situation.

“Fuck’s sake, Rex,” he says, patting the dog on the head. “Why didn’t you cut me off before I drank the entire bar?”

The dog whines softly and nudges Jason’s chin with its nose. The lick to the face that follows isn’t especially upsetting on its own, but Jason’s instinctive flinch sets off an entire New Years Eve of fireworks behind his eyes.

“Holy shit,” he says, swinging his legs off the couch and accidentally dumping the dog to the floor. When he brings his hand up to the side of his head, he touches something rough and tender, a fresh scab over one hell of a swollen bruise.

He reevaluates the dizzy, nauseated feeling in his stomach. He considers the fact that he isn’t wearing a shirt. He investigates the couch, staring pensively at the smears of dried blood that indicate he was still bleeding a little when he passed out.

His boots are sitting neatly by the side of the couch, socks folded and placed on top. His wallet’s there, too, although his phone is missing. He’s still wearing his jeans.

He cuts his loses, shoving his feet into the boots, his socks into one pocket, and his wallet into the other. After a brief internal pep talk for his stomach and his head, he heaves himself into something approximating a standing position and starts maneuvering his way toward the door.

It’s not so bad, really. If he keeps moving, he almost doesn’t notice the way the floor kinda sways under his feet.

He has his hand on the doorknob when he hears it. A soft shift behind him, the creak of wooden furniture, and then a voice, quiet, clear, deep: “Are you leaving?”

Jason turns his whole body to see. He has no plans to try turning his head again any time soon.

There’s a man across the room, sitting in a sunlit breakfast nook, coffee mug in hand, staring at Jason with what Jason chooses to optimistically classify as resting murder face.

“Uh,” Jason says, fumbling with the stubborn door, putting a bit of weight behind his attempts to get through it. “Yeah. Had a great time.  Five stars. Thanks. Maybe next time, when someone says ‘fuck my brains out,’ consider the possibility that they didn’t mean it literally.”

The man’s dark eyebrows pull together. “I didn’t--- that’s not.” He sets the mug down and frowns at him, which is a revelation to Jason, who’d been under the impression that he’d been frowning the entire time. “I didn’t fuck your brains out.”

“Yeah, not for lack of trying,” Jason says. “What the hell even happened? Did I take a headboard to the temporal lobe and you just dumped me out here and hoped for the best? What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck is wrong with this door?”

“Deadbolt’s locked,” the man says. “And you’re concussed. You’ve been having a lot of trouble with doors.”

Jason finds the deadbolt and shoves it open. “Thank God,” he says.

“That isn’t gonna help you,” the man says.

“Could you sound more like a serial killer please?” Jason asks. “Really. When I relay this story to my friends, I want at least one of them to actually piss themselves.”

The man blinks and shifts back a bit, like he’s trying – from clear across this wide open room – to give Jason more space. “That’s the door to the backyard,” he says.

“Oh,” Jason says. He pushes the door open anyway and stares in bleak resignation at the six-foot fence. “I can jump that,” he says. Just to be clear.

“Yeah, I know you can,” the man says. “I saw you fight yesterday.”

Jason blinks. Now that he’s said it, there is some kind of memory there. Vague, half-formed. When Jason focuses on it, it waves and fades like breath in the winter. “There was a fight?”

The man looks uncomfortable now, glares down at his coffee for a second. “Yeah. You and a few guys. I was walking by. Heard some noises. Some yelling.”

It’s the word yell that does it. Summons a clip of memory out of the inky black swamp of last night. Jason, picking himself up off the ground, blood in his eyes. Shaking his head, blinking, and then catching, in the corner of his vision, this guy taking a brick out of someone’s hand and then breaking that arm, neat and fast. The snap, and then the scream.

“You broke someone’s arm,” Jason says.

“Well,” he says, sinking deeper into the chair, taking a sip of his coffee like he thinks it’s gonna somehow hide his face. “Like I said, there was a fight.”

Jason closes the door and turns back around. He takes a few steps closer to breakfast nook. He can’t for the life of him remember what the hell he was fighting about, but he figures it was probably worth it. He doesn’t get in that many fights anymore. He is learning, slowly, to pick his battles.

“So there was a fight,” Jason says, “and then, what? You were like ‘that’s hot, better bring that guy home?’”

He frowns. “Not like—I tried to call your friends for you, but you kept giving me the number for some pizza place.”

Jason does a quick mental check of the phone numbers he actually has memorized, and he begrudgingly admits that the top three are all fast food establishments. “Well, maybe I was hungry.”

He stares, deadpan and silent for a full beat. “Could be,” he admits. “You did throw up on my shoes.”

“And I’m not fucking sorry,” Jason says, even though he is. Also, somewhat mortified. “Was I giving you a bad number for 9-1-1, too?”

“No, but you had a lot of loud opinions about cops you really wanted to share. Figured it probably wouldn’t work out well if they showed up.”

Jason hasn’t fought a cop since high school. Again, he’s learning. But he’s willing to admit that some of his hard-won character growth might’ve temporarily vanished after the blow to the head.

“Coulda dropped me at a hospital,” Jason points out.

The man raises a single skeptical brow. “I tried.” He doesn’t elaborate, but the expression on his face indicates that the process of his attempt was not an especially pleasant one.

“So you brought me here,” Jason says, “and then--”

“Tried to clean you up a bit,” he says. “You didn’t like that. So I got you some water, and some ice. Checked on you a few times overnight. You didn’t like that either.”

Jason is starting to realize that maybe he’s been something of a nightmare and an asshole to this guy. “I bled on your couch,” he says, just so they can get everything out in the open.

“It’s okay.” He shrugs. “It’s not a great couch.”

Jason blinks at him. “You’re being really calm about this.”

He stares at him for a second and then drops his eyes to the table. After a moment, he shrugs again and looks up. “Combat vet,” he says. “Not the first or the worst head injury I’ve seen. Figured you’d be okay so long as you didn’t get confused and walk off a bridge. Or find another six guys to fight.”

“Six?” Jason asks. Jesus, he must’ve been really pissed about something. Or they were really pissed. Or they were mutually pissed at each other.

“Well, six when I got there,” he says. “Looked like maybe you’d already handled one of them.”

It occurs to Jason that, as shitty as this morning is and as bad as he feels, he’s probably supposed to feel a hell of a lot worse. Maybe he’s supposed to be dead right now.

“I’m Jason,” he says.

“Frank Castle,” the man says.

Jason gets another flash memory. Himself, banging his fist on a dashboard, yelling “Frankie says relax!” at a startled car of clubbers at a red light.

“Oh my God,” Jason says. Very carefully, he brings his hand up to his face. “I can’t believe you didn’t just throw me into traffic.”

“You weren’t that bad,” Frank says. “You only hit me once.”

Jason scans the patchwork quilt of memories he’s built so far. At no point does he remember hitting Frank. “When the hell was that?”

There’s a second where Frank seems to replay the night in his head, like even he’s having some difficulty tracking the madhouse funshow timeline of a concussed Jason. “You couldn’t get in the truck,” he says, finally. “It’s kinda high. You kept tripping on your boots. I was gonna help you. Got too close, I guess. So you elbowed me in the throat.”

“Right into traffic,” Jason repeats. “You coulda just…” He mimes picking up a body and hurling it into oncoming traffic.

“Nah,” he says. “Once you were done swearing at me, you were actually really sweet about it.”

Jason trudges the rest of the way across the room and slumps into the chair opposite Frank. He figures, at this point, he’s given Frank cause and opportunity to murder him. If Frank passed on his chance, he’s probably not interested.

“No sign of my phone?” he asks.

“Oh, found signs,” Frank says. “Looks like you broke it on somebody’s teeth.”

Jason sighs. “Goddamn it.”

“Can use mine,” Frank offers. He slides it across the table to Jason, all his motions so slow and measured that they don’t even make Jason feel seasick when he follows them. “If you can remember any number that isn’t for pizza.”

If Jason focuses past the ache in his head, he can remember Roy’s number. And Dick’s, too, although he’s really hoping it won’t come to that.

Jason picks up the unlocked phone and navigates to the call screen. “Thanks,” he says. “For not killing me. Or letting me be killed.”

Frank looks at him like he has no idea what to do with that. After a second, he stands up. “You want some coffee?”

“God,” he says. “Please, yes. Absolutely. And, like. Seventeen Advil.”

“Three Tylenol,” Frank says. “And you gotta eat toast.”

“Stop trying to save my life, Frank,” Jason says. “I’ve got it from here.”

Frank blinks at him, long and slow, and Jason’s not sure he could look more dubious if he tried.

“Fine,” Jason says. “Three Tylenol and some toast. Sounds great.”

Frank nods and sets off into the kitchen. Jason watches him go, memories shifting and settling in his head of Frank’s hands on the side of his face, carefully tipping him toward a light that hurt. An ice pack pressed gently to his skin, someone taking off his boots.

“You can borrow a shirt,” Frank calls back over his shoulder. “When you go. Yours was ruined.”

“Okay,” Jason says. “Thanks.” The dog sidles up next to him, presses its nose right into his palm. He dials Roy’s number as he scratches behind its soft, floppy ears. “I’m gonna take your dog, too.”

Frank looks over at him, eyes dropping immediately to the dog at Jason’s side and then rising to Jason. That resting murder face is still firmly in place, but Jason’s starting to learn how to see behind it, and there’s something like a smile back there, hidden behind the serious set of his mouth and the furrow between his brows.

“No,” Frank says. “Sadie stays.”

“Relax, Frankie,” Jason says, and Frank full-on rolls his eyes in the single most decisive display of emotion Jason’s seen so far.

“Don’t start that again,” he says. “My neighbors already left a shitty note.”

Jason hopes like hell that all his memories come back. Because while it sounds like there are parts of last night he’s happy to lose, there are other parts he kinda wants back.

Frank does that thing again where he doesn’t quite smile, and Jason grins back at him for a second before his face reminds him that emotive facial expressions aren’t really a good idea right now. He grimaces, and Frank’s smile disappears.

He ducks into the kitchen, and Jason presses ‘Call.’

[moonfox281]

Batboys profile: Body

Jason Todd 

(Dick’s version)

Lots of different opinions about Jason’s body during the years since his sooo extra comeback as the Red Hood, but one thing we all agree, he’s a rugged beast!

Okay, I think the kind that suits him the most is American football player body type.  

This is what a regular NFL player looks like. In the ’20s, the average offensive lineman was 6-feet-tall and 211 pounds. Now, DC really mess it up with all the Batkids heights (except Dick, whom they all unofficially agree that has stopped growing since he hit 5ft10), but our boy Jason is definitely somewhere on or above the 6feet bar, and you damn sure he’s built and weight like a brick shit house.

Now, details:   

American football is basically all push, hit, run. I mean, it hits all the core values of Alpha males. And they aren’t just impossibly strong, they are damn fast too. 

Jason’s fighting style carries a lot of those characters. It’s common knowledge that among the Bats, Jason focuses more on brutality, strength and speed.

He wasn’t afraid of taking the hit (it only means he’ll hit back harder). He goes direct, and he goes aggressive. If he wants to kill, you’ll be dead before knowing. If he wants to play, it’s gonna be a painful game.   

Plus, he plays dirty.

Well, if Dick is ballet, all grace and angles. Jason is football, all hit and power.

Like a storm

But with skills

And style

And a little dirty on the side.

Similarity? Somebody’s going to hospital.

[murderisbad]

Nothing makes me happier than Jason Todd being built like a brick shit house while his baby brother is ballerina-dainty how fucking cute

[anna-no-emma]

The Batboys According to the Fandom:

Tim Drake: Coffee obsessed queer kid who would rock a skater-girl skirt if he wanted to. Likes taking photos. One minor inconvenience away from unaliving himself. Annoys Ra’s Al-Ghoul because he thinks it’s funny. Genius, could rule the world if he weren’t such a good person. 

Jason Todd: Loves to read. Pride and Prejudice is his favourite book. White streak in his hair. Eyeliner and a dangly earring. Self-deprecating but great sense of humour. Feminist. Built like a brick shit house. Loyal. Calls Bruce Dad to manipulate him and it works. 

Dick Grayson: Friends with all his exes. Body glitter. Very high emotional EQ. Kinda slutty. Him and Alfred are the glue that hold this shit show of a family together. 

Damian Wayne: Tiny, deadly assassin that loves animals. Awkward and overly formal. wants to be Batman and doesn’t understand that his siblings could not possibly want the cowl less. Just wants his dad to love him. 

Duke Thomas: New and confused but wants to do his best. Every interaction with the family at large leaves him thinking ‘wtf’.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of His and Mine Are the Same

by Gojos_Robin “So much for escaping Crime Alley” I thought to myself while walking to my MMA class, when I thought I saw a familiar face pass me by. “Was that Jason?” I asked myself. Turning around, I could only see the back of a tall man, taller than me even, around six foot four, but built like a brick shit house. Without a thought I yelled out. “Jason?” The one where Jason Todd and Y/N see each other again after a decade. Words: 1216, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Reader, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Minor Characters Relationships: Jason Todd/Reader, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Reader, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne & Reader, Tim Drake & Reader, Damian Wayne & Reader, Alfred Pennyworth & Reader, Bruce Wayne & Reader, Dick Grayson & Reader, Barbara Gordon & Reader Additional Tags: Smoking, Alcohol, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant, Slow Burn, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Switch Jason Todd, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Batfamily Member, Reader-Insert, Reader is a Batfamily Member (DCU), POV First Person, Mutual Pining, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, My First Fanfic, My First Smut, My First Work in This Fandom, Jason Todd is Built Like A Tank, no beta we die like jason todd, no beta we die like robins via https://ift.tt/XGWPmY8