#m: jason

[tylermileslockett]

Here are five trivia facts about "Heracles Journey"

1. Herculean Madness: The myth of Heracles highlights divine-induced madness as a motif, symbolizing the fragility of human control under divine whims.

2. The Twelve Labors: Each labor reflects Heracles' journey toward redemption, blending punishment with the pursuit of meaning amidst tragedy.

3. Kinship with Monsters: By connecting with the creatures he was meant to destroy, Heracles questions traditional boundaries between heroism and monstrosity.

4. Hera's Role: While often cast as Heracles' tormentor, Hera paradoxically represents both adversity and the familial bonds he seeks to rebuild.

5. The Weight of Truth: Heracles’ fear of the ultimate revelation underscores a theme of self-discovery as both empowering and potentially destructive.

Who do you think truly defines a hero—the one who conquers monsters or the one who understands them? Share your thoughts!

[the-bat-bros]

Dick being an absolute sweet pea to Jon while simultaneously being passive aggressive with Bruce

Bruce why do you keep the lollipops by the smoke bombs

And Dick pulling out his circus tricks to calm Jon down I can’t it’s too cute IT’S TOO CUTE

From: Nightwing #89

[anonyunknownonearth]

Tim: Have you ever cheated on a test or exam?

Jason: No? You just study you know?

Stephanie: You know I have

Damian: Tt, of course you have, and it is not hard to understand why Timothy is asking.

Tim: *raised eyebrow*

Damian: No, I have not cheated on an exam. Why would I need to?

Tim: I’m just asking brat

Tim & Damian: *devolve into bickering*

[In the background]

Duke: Y’know I once cheated on an eye test.

Stephanie: Don’t you have powers?

Duke: Yeah, but this was before I discovered them.

Jason: How do you cheat on an eye sight exam??

Jason:*whispering* Why do you cheat on an eye exam??? Why can’t we just be normal people????

Bruce in the corner originally trying to mind his own business, ends up trying to process what he’s hearing:

[colwashere]

y’know what? HELL YEAH

Oh my god wait. What if the blessings of the gods manifested physically? Like if a god takes an interest in you, EVERYONE is going to see it, for better or worse. And if you lose their favour? Everyone can see that, too

Jason with a peacock tail and feather-crest, both of which go faded and limp when he turns on Medea, so that they drag on the floor and get in the way

Pollux with eagle wings instead of arms, so Castor acts as his hands and that’s why they’re inseparable. When Castor dies and Pollux splits his immortality with him, they each get one arm and one wing, so one can’t fly without the other

Odysseus with a forked tongue and fangs—a subtle feature that he can hide when he needs to. When Athena feels like being helpful (like when she disguises him as a beggar) she’ll cast an illusion over it, but Penelope immediately recognises him by his lisp

When Athena gives Diomedes the blessing of seeing through the gods’ disguises, he also gets owl eyes and the ability to turn his head 180 degrees. This helps when Odysseus tries to stab him in the back on the Palladium heist

HERACLES WITH BULL HORNS. I have nothing to add I just think that sounds sick as hell

Helen grows beautiful golden feathers instead of hair. Nothing useful, just an obvious sign of her heritage that adds to her appeal to the suitors: whoever wins her hand gets to walk around with a physical symbol of Zeus’s favour

Atalanta with antlers that snap when she gets married, leaving jagged shards behind that won’t go blunt and can’t be sharpened down. She can have her husband, but he can’t touch her head without risking badly cutting himself. This can either be one final blessing or a curse depending on how consensual you interpret the marriage

Hector has pristine white raven wings, making him even more terrifying to the Achaeans, flying into battle like divine intervention, and a symbol of hope for the Trojans. Achilles plucks the feathers off his corpse, but they won’t stop growing back. Still, Achilles has a cloak made from them and wears it into battle, turning Troy’s symbol against them

Paris gets dove wings, but he tells everyone they’re too small to fly with because he’s a coward and doesn’t want to have the same responsibilities as Hector. Then he flies away from the duel with Menelaus in front of the entire army, and that’s when Troy finally loses what’s left of their respect for him

[valluvslana]

:3

[thebat-musicman]

baby jason: im going to steal this guy’s tires cause i need food. i wish i didnt have to, but i need to eat

teen jason: i will move at a speed of 0.2 inches (0.508 centimeters) a second in order to blow up bruce’s car. this will take me 3 hours. i am only doing this out of hatred

[wickedsmille]

Jason: You've heard of elf on a shelf, now I give you-

Jason with a dramatic arm flourish to Tim in the batchair: Tim Drake still awake!

[drakelascivachasity]

Jason chuckled and shook his head. “Would you like that in chains or in rope? Because, I don’t think we have any to around this suite.”

He the looked to Lucoa and Cynthia. “Unless you two brought some.”

Closed RP: The Resort

((And RP w/ @tokufan400))

Jason is settling down after a long travel and a few adventures. He has arranged a three month stay at a resort on a tropical island.

He arrives only find out the employees made an error. His large suite is going to be shared with three other guests staying at the hotel. He can’t undo the arrangements now so he decided to meet with these guests. He wonder who they are.

He would reach the room and knock on the door.

[greenmango-kai]

Duke introducing the bat fam

"This is my older brother, Tim, his spleen is being kept in a jar by my younger brother's grandfather and he has no sleep schedule."

"This is Jason, he's been missing for 5 years because he was in witness protection because he witnessed the Joker killing Robin, no he wasn't dead."

"This is Dick, yes everyone really does call him that, except for the youngest."

"This is Damian, he will try and kill you but if you bring him an animal you will be temporarily spared."

"This is Cass, she's knows what you're thinking."

"This is Barbara, Bruce has been trying to adopt her for years but the commissioner is still alive somehow."

"This is Bruce, if you give him puppy dog eyes, he'll probably give you money."

"This is Stephanie, we don't know where she came from but she's staying and we can't get rid of her."

"This is Alfred, yes he is the boss."

[noodle-artist]

This is so important to me

This reminds me of Batman the animated series. Like idk how to put it. But … the hero not just being someone to point out in the sky who comes and goes. but the hero being amongst the people and knowing them in an almost casual sense. Not hey it’s Batman jumping from roof to roof it’s hey Batman nice to see you again. Like yeah Batman can still be that cryptic being but seeing batman can also be like seeing an old friend, or greeting a good neighbor.

… and seeing the red hood / Jason be like that is everything to me. Makes me wanna cry. Dammit am I about to rewatch the animated series!!!??? Yes

[grickle14]

Jason's special day.

[frownyalfred]

Other DC decisions that were criminal: Arkham Jason became Gotham Knights Jason. How???

JAIL! JAIL FOR A THOUSAND YEARS!

the change of Clark’s hair between Man of Steel and BVS should have resulted in criminal charges

[kilgarraara]

heads heads heads

[rin-may-1103]

Just a Bite.

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Danny stared out at the busy street from behind his dumpster.

or well, not his dumpster, but it might as well be his considering how many nights he's spent sitting behind it like some rabid raccoon.

Two months ago, he would have been sleeping in his own bed. His glow-in-the-dark stars vaguely lighting up his room in soft luminescent colors. The sound of Jazz snoring in her sleep just a room over, his parents still milling around in the basement.

he would have just finished fighting the box ghost and collapsed onto his bed, the sound of his home lulling him to sleep.

Oh, how things can change in a blink of an eye.

No, instead of sleeping on his bed with his cartoon ghost sheets and NASA poster covered room, he's out here in some random dirty city, sleeping behind dumpsters.

dirty, grimy, rusty dumpsters.

"did you hear?" some lady dressed in a light blue summer dress asked, turning to look at her friend as they started to walk past. "Mr. Wayne donated another lump sum to that charity." she huffed, shaking her head like she had just said the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard.

her friend stopped in the middle of the alley opening, her graying hair splaying in an ark as she twisted to face the other women. "my word! again? what the hell is that man thinking?"

the woman huffed, then smirked in amusement. "it's like he's shouting for the world to hear how desperate he is for attention. he thinks if he donates enough money to those scoudrails they'll love him or something. With how he's acting lately, it's like he wants all the street rats to barge into his home asking for money, food, and clothes."

her friend clicked her tongue in disgust, "I'd believe it. he has so many kids now, it's like he's running an orphanage. someone, anyone really, with black hair and some tragic story could walk right in and not even be noticed. they'd blend right in with the others."

"I heard it's genetic, his father was the same way before he met Martha. Bruce's blood son, Damian I believe, acts just like his father. the boy's been spotted taking stray cats and dogs inside. It wouldn't surprise me if the paper posted about him convincing his father for another sibling at some point."

the women then turned and started to walk away, their conversation slowly bleeding into the surrounding city ruckus.

Danny leaned back, resting his head against the crumbling brick behind him.

walk right in and not be noticed? wouldn't that be grand. He had heard of Mr. wayne and his gaggle of black-haired children. What were their names again? he could have sworn Sam told him before, in one of her rants about rich society.

Richard Grayson was the first, Danny remembered because Tucker had been making none stop dick jokes for a few hours. Danny didn't understand why the man would willingly go by Dick, but then again, who was he to question someone's name when he fights ghosts like Skulker and Technis on a daily basis?

Next was... Jason? Sam had mentioned there was a whole conspiracy theory of how his death was a cover-up. how all the unsolved crime community swore it was Bruce who killed the kid, that or the kid had some terminal illness that Bruce didn't want the media to know about.

thennnnnn-

Danny glanced around, trying to dig through his memories of Sam's rant. Dick: the orphaned circus act taken in the night his parents died. he's romanie? maybe, Danny wasn't too sure on that one. Jason: taken off the streets, one of his parents was out of the picture and the other one died of a drug overdose.

and then there was..... Tim! Right, Tim, the one who was Mr. Wayne's neighbor before his mother died and his dad went into a coma, then died later on. right, right. he was the known tech genius, the one who took over the company while Mr. Wayne stepped back for a while.

there were others? like, four others? Damian, the lady said he was the blood son sooo, that would imply he was the only bio kid.

who else was there? hmmmm.

well, either way, Danny's tired brain agreed with the women. someone, anyone, who looked vaguely like the other kids could walk right into the house and no one would notice.

it was a bad idea. a terrible one really. but. Danny was hungry.

he's been sleeping behind dumpsters for a few weeks now, he hadn't had anything good to eat in forever, and he was tired. (not as exhausted as he was back home, but still tired. who would have guessed he'd sleep more while homeless?)

he wasn't going to steal from people, his core wouldn't allow him to. and well, he's pretty sure Dan would have stolen already, so there was no way Danny was going to. not unless his life was at risk, and well? it wasn't right now, so no stealing.

but this? walking right into a house and blatantly taking food? right in front of them?

it wouldn't be stealing if he just flat-out didn't try to hide it. they'd be able to stop him and send him away. heck, he doubted he'd even make it past the front gate before they turned him away.

...

was he really going to do this?

...

yes, yes he was.

standing up, Danny started making his way out of the alleyway and over to the tall building with Wayne's name on it. It was a good place to start, maybe he could even find one of the kids and walk with them. or, even better, he could find Mr. Wayne and walk with him. he liked that better than following some kid around.

suddenly, a car honked right next to him, the window rolling down to reveal a tired and disheveled man behind the wheel. glancing up, Danny made eye contact with the taxi driver.

the man yawned and gestured for him to get in, already speaking before Danny could decline. "Mr. Wayne! Your father," yawn, "Father already paid for me to take you home. just hop in."

Danny blinked then glanced around, looking to see if the Wayne the man was talking about was around. nope. turning back, Danny spotted a green sticky note on the back seat.

well, alright then. guess he was getting into the taxi and doing this after all. Clockwork obviously approved if he messed with the timing of things.

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[not-another-robin]

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