#priest!jason

[skyeconch]

Y/N : you know the worst thing is..

Y/N : that I fucking love you.

Y/N : I love you.

Priest!Jason : *nods understandingly*

Y/N : I love you, Jason Todd.

Priest!Jason : *takes ur hand in his* It’ll pass.

[martiniluvr]

listen to me. listen.

this:

plus this:

think about it. digest it. let your mind wander. thank me later.

[arkhamslvts]

Your priest thing is so real, imagine corrupting priest Jason, he's taken vows but you are everything he needs and can't stay away from you so he breaks them, so fucking hot

ABSOLUTELY.

you’re one of the girls who’s not normally in church, but he sees you around. you know him as the young little white boy that’s been in the church recently, the others seem to like him. and then one day you go to him after church, to confess that you’ve been having thoughts about men, not necessarily him, but the sound of the confession is enough to make his head spin. you’re gorgeous, tempting in every way imaginable and it takes weeks of confessions before he finally snaps. he pulls you into his office and bends you over the table, clamping a hand over your mouth muttering about how “you shouldn’t be making such disgusting sounds in the house of the lord” he makes you feel filthy and pure at the same time and you can’t get enough.

[garpen]

The way I would pay so much money for some art of Mexican Catholic Jason Todd getting the baby en la rosca de reyes. Or just Mexican Jason in general bc he's just living in my head rent free rn

[in-som-niyah]

Catholic!Jason Todd who says grace over your pussy before he eats you out.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC Prompt. Dead on main with priest Jason: Father Todd brings the Ghost King’s cult into the World of the Living.

So, when Jason dies and returns, the League of Assassins fails to hold him for long because spirits from Far Frozen pick him up after seeing teen through the Lazarus pit.

Jason quickly realizes that, well, they’re kinda obsessed with their cult of the Great One. And yeah the cult of the ruling Ghost King was very popular during the reign of the Pariah Dark but back then the rituals were carried out more out of fear. Now things are different. The population of the Ghost Zone has become interested in the activities of Frostbite and his loyal spirits because of an attempt to understand what kind of ghost the new ruler is and how best to thank and appease him. So Jason had no shortage of stories about the teenager's deeds.

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Jason to Frostbite: Well, you guys and your lil hobby are nice but I don't understand at all what's so cool about this guy, even if he defeated Pariah Dark and gets along with most of the Ancients…

Danny: *comes to visit Frostbite*, *slips and falls three times, sets the kitchen on fire in an attempt to make coffee then sheepishly smiles at Jason*.

Jason to Frostbite: ... Okay, Understandable, I Hope Danny Has a Nice Day and Some Sleep.

Tucker: Congratulations, you've acquired another Paulina. Great job. Danny: I'd rather he just asked me out instead of worshipping me. What the hell? I'm just a semi-ghost.

Tucker: Maybe things would be easier if you just gave him your phone number, you know? Danny: But he didn't ask. Tucker: Why didn't you ask? Danny: I couldn't! He's Robin himself, you know? Tucker: Well, good luck to you idiots to grow old alone near the altars of each other's name. Danny: Actually lil altar in his honor is not such a bad idea. Maybe this way he'll understand that I like him too.. Tucker: Danny, no!

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New in Gotham robbers break into Jason's place: Hey, father, God ordered you to share with your neighbors, so bring us some money or we.. Jason, who is talking on the phone with Danny: In fact, he just said that if you don't get out of here now, he will turn a blind eye to the fact that I will use my guns.

Danny*screams internally*: Oh Ancients, he's sooo cool!

Pandora: Honey, we're happy for you but stop flooding us with spam. You have already told 5 times during prayer how good his abs and chest look and how perfect Todd is when he reads aloud. We get it, okay? Clockwork: Well, I actually enjoy it. It's so much more interesting to watch while listening to the internal dialogue. Show must go on~ Danny: ...Get out of my mind! Nocturn: Thou shalt not take the name of the Lords in vain if you don't want to share with us, lil blob. So rude.

~~~Team Song: You Are My Religion · Firehouse~~~~

[qcomicsy]

Thinking about priest Jason Todd and realizing that would be really fucking funny if he was just this die hard catholic.

Damian, invading his safe house again messing around like a little shit: What do you keep in this drawer? Tt- It's probably a knife.

Jason: My Bible.

Damian:

Damian: Your what?

Jason, deadpanned: My Bible.

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Dick: I know I will regret this

Dick: What's up with the altar candle's in front of Virgin Mary?

Jason: I pray for each soul I take.

Dick: I'm sorry– you what?

Jason: Each sould I take. When I kill people. So they find their way into purgatory. How do you think they are getting in hell? I light the candle, I pray for them *Looking at the candles* Your welcome.

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In the middle of a shooting with almost a hundred henchmen

Jason, whispering: If we get out of here alive I'll walk the entirety of Gotham's church stairs on my knees.

The signal, next to him: Because that definitely won't be nothing disturbing. Early mourning fuckin Redhood, walking on his knees to a church. You usual Sunday in Gotham city.

Jason: Shut up asshole I'm praying.

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Batman, inside of a church at nine pm doing an investigation: What are you doing here?

Jason lifting his head up from the church pew, holding his hands: The fuck look like I'm doing?

[autisticrosewilson]

You're all fucking wrong about Catholic Jason he wouldn't feel guilt about Jack shit, ESPECIALLY not killing. He would get the All-Blades and be convinced that this is God's go ahead and divine confirmation that he's right about everything and all of his opinions are valid and everyone who opposes his worldview is a moron blinded by idealism and naivete.

[riot-ghost]

Started a new train of thought following ghosts and things, and so here's my head cannon that the people of the Infinite Realms have a religious following and how one Daniel Fenton accidentally became the human priest.

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"What the fuck do you mean I'm a priest?" Danny stared blankly at the Clockwork.

"I mean that you've become the priest of the Infinite Realms." Clockwork says. "By teaching your friends your following, they've decided to convert and follow with you. They believed what you're following is good and right, so there's human followers to our rituals and beliefs."

"I thought they were just respectful and curious! I don't know how to be a priest? Is there a way to revoke it?"

"Not really." Clockwork shrugs. "It seems fitting. Her Infinite lost her king with you, of course she'd name you her priest. I recommend opening a sanctuary,con holy ground. Gotham would fit."

"Holy shit, no, Clockwork, I'm not going to be a priest! I dont-"

"Damnit." Danny stood in front of the new building he'd just purchased.

It's easy to get it set up for outside use, but following the ways of Infinite, making it sacred ground, that was much harder. He spends weeks purifying the pollution and smog, and even longer doing the required rituals and cleansings.

He doesn't hold masses. He holds classes, every day at seven, to teach about the ghosts and Ancients. He cooks dinner for everyone who comes, and everyone is welcome. He's even told everyone they're welcome to just come and take the food and leave.

Gothamites come to find that if the city has been gassed, the sanctuary has clean air. It remains unharmed by the villains, all the way until one murderous clown declares religious exemption while getting arrested.

It's a very public ordeal and Danny hosts a press conference, three police officers and Batman are present. Joker is in cuffs. "I tell anyone that everyone is welcome to our religion. And if the Joker wishes to be, he will be. Is this what you want?" Danny asks, staring down the murderous clown.

"Oh, yes!" The Clown grins back. Danny pulls a gun, pressing it to the side of his head. Everyone is on edge, and Batman's reaching for his belt.

"For the two thousand, eight-hundred and ninty-three lives you have taken, for the nine-hundred and seventy-four children you have brutally killed. The Infinite Realm does not take kindly to murderers, to terrorist." Danny speaks, unwavering. "For your crimes against the Infinite Realms, for your crimes against humanity, and for all those burdened fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, sisters, brothers, for everyone you have taken, for those you have left behind, you shall face judgement upon the high council of the Infinite Realms upon open court. While there, you shall follow every law, to the letter of the law, or you shall face immediate denial to a trial. You will not be given a lawyer. You will not be given a clean death." Danny lowers his gun, pulling out a knife. He kneels, and rips the air behind the Joker a illuminated green portal is torn.

"From personal experience, there's things much worse than death that you can face. From personal opinion, I hope you face every fucking one before you're torn apart." Danny pushes Joker through the portal, and it closes. He mutters a prayer, standing tall. He retakes his position at the podium.

"For anyone who has faced the Joker, who have had people taken from them, had their own lives taken from them, who have so much as passed him on the street, come to the Realms' Sanctuary on North Blvd. 7308. Join the trial to have him purged, have him face the righteous punishment for the horrendous crimes he has commit." Danny bows.

[ghostlyleech]

"Jason even if he didn't get adopted by Bruce, wouldn't have had a normal life"

"Jason was trying to steal the batmobile's tires, batman knew if he didn't adopt jason he would've had a worse life"

Like flashpoint/father todd isn't literally right there💀

(For context:father todd was basically an au ver of jason todd introduced in a flashpoint comic where he wasn't found by batman thus continuing to live in crime alley and didn't become robin and eventually became a gang member but then left that life behind to become a priest)

[cat-castors]

Nasty thots about priest Flashpoint Jason below, sorry in advance

Nah because I NEED to corrupt that man SO bad, i need him to abandon his god and become his new god and I need him to desecrate the altar because we fucked nasty on it and he's looking at you so reverently, you'd almost feel like he just taken you to heaven and back

Need to give a sloppy as he holds his rosary and prays for his god but he just needs this sooo bad because he's been so stressed, ugh

[squero215]

Jay✨✨🌹

Part 2

Red Riding Hood

His name always makes me think of Little Red Riding Hood, especially with that red hooded look～😏🤭

Ins / X

[raybeam-littlebean]

I kinda think it's hilarious when comics make the most traumatized characters in their franchise a catholic priest. You're either catholic because your fucking hate yourself or you were forced to join their cult. No in-between. Jason Todd becoming a catholic priest is hilarious to me, Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner from X-Men) becoming a catholic priest is sad because I know which one of the two he is.

[oifaaa]

jason being aroace is canon to me. be the change you want to see in the wo rld

he is the most aroace character to me if I have to think of a male aroace character the first man I'm thinking of is Mr jason todd (followed closely by monkey D. Luffy but shhh)

[amandagardendee]

do not read if you’re not into MPREG DC characters

I’m a bit nervous about posting this one. This is completely indulgent but I’ve always been obsessed with the idea of big, muscley, strong men being forced to give birth. This won’t be for everyone but I hope some people enjoy anyways. I sure as hell will

Plot: Arkham Knight attempts to hide his pregnancy and labour from his soldiers.

“Fuck…” He cursed lowly as he felt a soft ache in his low belly. It’d been a one night stand and now he was paying for the consequences. It was unfair, but what could he do? He had bigger fish to fry. Jason was thankful the armor managed to somewhat cover up his growing belly. He’d excused himself from his soldiers to head back to one of his safe houses. He hadn’t been himself all day. Always the occasional ache in his belly. He swiftly tore off his armor and grimaced at himself. He wasn’t huge but it was noticeable… Just a cute, round belly. At least he still had his muscles. He’d been working extra hard to make sure he stayed fit (and kept his baby safe). Even if they were unwanted, he’d still be a better father then Bruce.

“Ah…” He gasped softly, letting on of his big paws drift down his belly. He didn’t know anything about pregnancy. He didn’t have time to look it up or maybe he was still in denial. Jason quickly stripper himself of all his clothing and went to take a shower, hoping it’d soothe the ache in his back and the fuzzyness in his head or his swollen feet or his heavy belly.

He groaned softly as he let the water run over his body, dribbling down his abdomen. He couldn’t even see his dick anymore, let alone reach it.

“Ah!” He softly yelped as his hands flew to his belly, a sharp pain tearing through him. His wet, black hair stuck to his forehead as he stared at his stomach with furrowed brows and worried eyes. Was all this pain normal? Was his baby— soldier okay?

He panted softly and turned off the water, drying himself of with a towel as the pain died down. He shrugged and figured he needed some rest and headed too the bedroom.

2 hours later, Jason layed on his bed, writhing and sweating profusely. The pain in his stomach had gotten expediently worse and no amount of pain killers could help. He groaned loudly as he pulled himself out of bed and stumbled against the wall, gasping as something in his asshole popped, and water gushed out.

“What the hell?!” The villain cried out as he fell to his knees in pain. But now it was different. He had this awful urge to push. Push what? He didn’t care. He scrambled to get his boxers off which were now soaked in whatever that liquid was.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck…” He groaned as he spread his legs and pressed his hands into the floor, scrunching up his face and giving into the need to push. Within seconds he was screaming in pain and nearing tears. He tore his teeth into the fabric of his bed as he felt something moving down inside of him. How pathetic. He was the leader of a militant group and hear he was crying over giving birth.

He gasped and his eyes shot open while tears spilled from them. He was trembling and sobbing like a child. Did he need… help? Was this how it was supposed to work? Did he mess up his baby somehow by being undead? The poor man didn’t know. But who could he ask to help him. Just then his coms line began to talk. With a grunt he wiped away his tears and pressed his finger to the small machine in his ear.

“Y-Yes…?”

“Sir, Batman’s in Arkham looking for you again. Where are you??”

“Nngh… a l-little busy. Get- ngh-! rid of him.”

“Are you alright, sir…?”

Jason went quiet and bit down on his fist, letting out a muffled scream as he felt the head pressed against his rectum.

“Sir?? Are you in trouble?! Don’t worry, I’m tracking your location right now!” Shit.

“No! ARRGHH! I-I’ve got it handled. Don’t- Ah! Please don’t…”

“We’re on our way now, sir.” And then the militant hung up. Jason was humiliated but also thankful for his soldiers and comrades. Perhaps they could help him…

The man ended up on his bed again, rocking back on his hands and knees to stop the ache. “Cmon, cmon…” He pressed his face into the bed to scream and stuck his ass in the air as he pushed, feeling something opening him up. He didn’t care if his militia busted down the door right now and saw him like this. It was a primal need to get this thing out of him. He grunted and growled as he pressed down on his belly, hoping it help get the baby out. He screamed again as a shakey hand reached behind his ass and felt something rubbery sticking out of his hole.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!” He sobbed as he kept pushing. The second he gasped for air, the head slipped back in, much to his despair.

He could hear his innocent soldiers outside banging on the door and begging him to let them in, but all he could do was scream and cry. Until finally they managed to bust the door down. (Writers note: I didn’t like that line from B:AK where the militant called Jason pathetic for crying and my boy needs the comfort).

Jason squeezed his eyes shut as his soldiers entered the room, quickly being silenced by the sight before them, until one of them rushed to help Jason on his side and take his hand in his own. “I’ve got you, sir.” Another soldier grabbed a blanket and placed it underneath Jason, soaking all the blood. The third dabbed a wet cloth against Jason’s forehead. All Jason could do was cry.

“It hurts…” “We know, sir. But we’ve seen you take on harder hits and bigger enemies then this. We believe in you, we always have.” Militant 1 squeezed Jason’s hand softly, his eyes glancing over the scars on Jason’s tightening belly while Militant 3 wiped away Arkham Knight’s tears.

“What d-do I do...?” Jason softly begged, completely vulnerable and open too his soldiers. This was the first time they’d ever seen his face. He was so… broken. All they wanted to do was make things better. Militant 2 spread Jason’s legs wider and looked at his progress. “You can push now, sir! I see the head!”

Jason gasped and pushed, his back arching off the bed as his toes curled and gripped the sheets underneath him. “Breathe, sir.” Militant 1 reminded as Jason opened his mouth to breath but all he could do was scream.

“I can’t do this!” He protested, leaning into the hardened hands of his soldiers. He feared he was going to pass out.

“You must, sir. The head is almost out.”

Jason panted and wheezed and groaned as his soldiers did they’re best to accommodate him. Rubbinf his tightening belly and adjusting the pillow underneath him. After a moment, Jason released Militant 1’s hand and gripped under his thighs, bearing down as hard as he could. He let out a cry as the head finally came out with a gush. “Fuck!”

“You did it, sir! Just a little more!” Militant 2 praised as his gloved hands cupped the baby’s head.

“Sir, your going to need to push them out a bit more. The cord’s around the baby’s neck, and I can’t get it unwrapped until you push them out more.”

Jason growled in frustration and managed to get onto his knees to better help him push. The gravity pulled the baby down a bit more and fearful tears fell down the man’s cheeks. He did not want his baby to die.

Militant 3 comforted Jason and wiped away his tears and sweat while Militant one held Jason’s hand and rubbed his back. “You can do it, sir! Push!”

Jason panted and gritted his teeth together as he bore down, feeling the shoulders scrap against his rectum. He took a big gasp of air and bore down again, hot tears spilling down his cheeks as his belly trembled. He screamed again as one shoulder popped out . “AGHH! J-Jesus Christ…!”

He panted and softly cried as he reached down and grabbed his baby with both hands. “Okay… okay… NGH-!” He pushed again and pulled and finally the baby came out with a gush of blood and fluids. He collapsed back onto the bed and held his baby tightly to his chest while his soldiers cheered.

“You did it, sir!” Militant one patted the baby girl’s back gently as she began to scream and wail, while Militant 3 cleaned Jason up. Militant 2 left to get a towel for the baby while Jason just stared blankly at his new little girl. Her skin was pink and her tiny face screwed into a grimace as she cried. Her tiny head full of black, curly hair. She was disgusting, too. Covered in his own bodily fluids and blood. And yet he didn’t care. He just held her close and I cried.

“Holy shit, I did it. Hi, baby… Holy shit.” Militant 3 came back with a towel, cleaning off the baby while Militant 1 took out a knife and gently sliced off the cord. They handed the baby back to Jason, who looked exhausted out of his mine.

The next few hours were a blur of Jason tiredly threatening his soldiers to not tell anyone that this ever happened and his soldiers promising him he could take a few months off and they’d handle Arkham for him. They soon left once Jason was alright to leave him alone with his new baby.

Jason named her Lila.

[mollone]

Call me a jason todd glazer but you can’t tell me he’s not iconic like that one kim kardashian sound on tiktok -ilovetodoiconicshits- he made kim said that because his resurrection was SOOOO unpredictable. He got bruce’s jaws hanging and the jaws people who voted him off EXPLODED. And his post crisis appearance-he stole the tires of the batmobile- he got me. The way when he actually dug his own grave -he’s the only one that done that shit- and actually got hit by a car and being catatonic but still got movess. Also ‘redhood and the outlaws’ that boy was called the CHOSEN ONE and had MAGIC SWORDS -All blades- . Idc they will always be canon. All-caste jason? ICON. Prince of gotham jason? King of the iconers. Arkham jason? invented iconism. Priest jason? Icon cultist

Crowbar jokes -his trademark-

batman kidnapping joke -he is the trend-

died (almost in every universe) -many died but THIS is his universal motto-

haunting the narrative for a decade -he is the moment-

Hallucinations after his death -Working hard even being dead-

mommy and daddy issues (orphan but still got plenty) -basically his life-

Has a robin case for his death -He lives and dies to be remembered-

RIP (even in death he got none) -many people didn’t wished him this that’s why he was brought back-

So in this essay definitely proves that i AM his glazer but i wouldn’t be glazing if he isn’t iconic.