#selkie jason cinematic universe

[sreppub]

Selkie Jason :( please? Pwetty pweas?

the majestic weddell seal :3

[valnorok]

im really obsessed with dc right now and @sreppub's selkie drawings tingled my brain because seals r just so :3

i also ran with the idea of damian being a polar bear bc i just think its neat. once hes an adult he gonn be a UNIT but hes just a lil baby man rn

inspirations below the cut thank u pinterest

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okay!! now that it’s not 2am for me, i’m going to post my selkie!jason todd hc’s straight up au apparently! 

(uh. this was supposed to just be a list of hc’s but i got slightly,,,, carried away)

his selkie skin looks like an oversized red hoodie in his human form, and is just warm enough to help him survive new england winters.

when the summer heat becomes unbearable, he slings the hoodie around his waist

alternatively, he just coasts it out underwater. perks of living in a coastal city!

willis todd was a selkie. he used to tell jason stories of what it was like to swim through the big, wide ocean. of how freeing it felt. how different it is, from the smoggy, heavy air of gotham — different, but both theirs, in their own right.

but to be honest, jason doesn’t remember much about the stories he was told, or really, anything about willis — he had been in and out of blackgate for most of jason’s life, working for two-face to try and make ends meet, before dying. 

what jason mostly remembers, are the warnings. don’t let anybody know you’re a selkie. don’t let anybody find your skin. they will find it, and they will use it to control you. even decades later, jason would still remember those warnings. 

catherine is the one who teaches him how to swim, who helps him trial-and-error his way into putting his skin on, and learn how to make the transition seamless. 

after she dies, jason spends three months as a seal, to just… exist. forget.   

although jason technically lives on the streets, whenever he can;t find food, whenever he can’t find somewhere warm to sleep, whenever just being human becomes too unbearable, he spends the night as a seal. he ends up spending more time in the ocean, than on land.

that’s not to say he’s very good at being a seal — he barely knows how to swim, has to learn how to fish the hard way. 

when bruce finds jason stealing his car tires, he marvels over how nice jason’s hoodie is, soft and fluffy even after all of jason’s time on the streets, especially given the condition jason is in, ribs showing from malnutrition, and the worn and raggedy shape of the rest of his stuff.

jason is skittish when he goes to live in the manor, even after a few weeks. he always adopts an expression particularly similar to a cornered wild animal around alfred in particular, alfred, who keeps on trying to take his hoodie away, purportedly to wash it.

alfred eventually gives up on trying to force jason to wash it — he figures that as jason becomes more comfortable living at the manor, he’ll wind up telling them why he’s so protective over that hoodie, and they can work something out then. 

whenever wayne manor overwhelms jason with how big and how decadently expensive all the decor is, jason runs away, run to the ocean. 

jason doesn’t actually end up telling alfred and bruce that he’s a selkie — bruce just has a ridiculous amount of motion alarms, which are triggered every time jason ran off. he had followed jason the third night, and saw him transform. 

bruce doesn’t tell jason that he knows, assuming that jason kept this a secret because he didn’t fully trust either of them. he would later learn that he was right in this assumption (a rare win for bruce in terms of emotional awareness)

except jason doesn’t fully trust either of them, even after a few months. bruce impulsively decides to do a few things — a) tell jason about batman and robin and his crime-fighting secret identity, and b) tell jason he already knows about him being a selkie. 

jason is absolutely bamboozled by the fact that bruce knows, and yet hasn’t tried to take his hoodie to control him, or to stop him from playing in the ocean for a few hours. 

in fact, (under alfred’s encouragement) bruce offers to take him to the ocean during the day, so he can get “a proper night’s rest that a growing young boy such as himself would need”

jason remembers what his father told him, to never trust anyone, never let his guard down. but bruce has known about jason being a selkie for so long, and he didn’t take his hoodie or try anything. of course he can trust bruce. 

and when he tries on the robin costume for the first time, it fits perfectly. just like his hoodie, his second skin. it fits just like magic. 

oh, it’s a little loose in some places, the legacy of dick fucking grayson a little heavy sometimes, but he’ll grow into it. he’ll make himself, if he has to. 

also, jason finds the fact that even though he’s a friggin’ selkie, his callsign is a bird (a robin, no less) incredibly ironic and funny 

being a selkie is actually so useful for vigilantehood. the amount of people who talk freely, openly, and loudly about their drug smuggling plans near the ports is quite frankly, ridiculous.

honestly, towards the end of his robin years, jason remains genuinely surprised nobody catches on to him or his tactics yet. bruce is very proud.  

even though jason is safe, has been safe for three years, and trusts bruce with his life, his skin, and everything, old habits are hard to break. so he has his hoodie on when he goes to find sheila. 

and anyways, he wants to see if sheila is a selkie too. he’s taking biology right now, and they’re learning about punnett squares. jason’s never met another selkie before, other than willis who he barely remembers. there’s a possibility that sheila knows something, anything, so he has to try. 

sheila gets a glint in her eyes when jason mentions that he’s a selkie, tells him that while she’s not one herself, she’s familiar with the myth. she has long suspected that willis was a selkie, she tells him, and she’s glad to have confirmation. 

jason positively vibrates with excitement, can’t wait to ask, to pester his mother (mother!) with questions upon questions until. 

until. 

sheila doesn’t do anything after she gives him to the joker. she just smokes and smokes. and she doesn’t tell the joker about his hoodie, despite how it would have been much easier for the joker to destroy him that way. much more painful too.  

small mercies, he supposes, in between hacking coughs that brings blood bubbling up his lips. 

after he dies, his hoodie is ripped and in tatters from the crowbar, with burns along the edges from the bomb. bruce has to carefully peel it off his body. 

when jason was alive, his magic kept the hoodie in perfect condition, always. even when the rest of him was covered head-to-toe in mud, or dripping sludge from the nasty gotham sewers. 

bruce stares at the same hoodie, blood-soaked and mangled, so incredibly dissonant from how he remembered it on jason, when he was bright, whole, and alive. 

he can’t stand it. the hoodie that was so precious to jason, that was jason, at the core of him, in this state. dirty and ripped and devoid of the magic jason had exuded. 

in a moment of desperation, late at night, bruce asks alfred to teach him how to sew. he doesn’t dare to practice on jason’s beloved hoodie — instead, he starts with the suits in his closet, grabbing the first one he sees, regardless of price. rips a hole and sews it back together over and over until he perfects his technique. 

and then he washes the fabric gently, using baby fabric cleanser and scrubbing for hours upon hours until the last traces of the deep-set brown stain from jason’s blood washes down the drain.

he painstakingly sews the scraps of fabric back together with a red thread, carefully sourced to match the hoodie to try and make it flow seamlessly like it used to. 

it doesn’t work, not exactly. despite his best efforts, the creases bruce had carefully sewn together are prominent and thick like scars, littering the  soft fabric.

so he gives up. he hangs it over the grandfather clock entrance to the cave in his study. brings it with him every time he visits jason’s grave, because he doesn’t ever want to keep jason’s hoodie away from him, but he also can’t bear for it to get ruined. 

dick visits him. a rare occurrence, these days. 

dick yells at him, as he is wont to do. 

these days, it feels like they spend more time angry at each other than not. dick says that this isn’t right. isn’t fair to anybody, not to alfred, not to himself, definitely not to jason. he rants, jason deserves to be remembered as he was in life, not frozen in death. 

perhaps he is right. bruce is not unaware of the state of violent, cutting stasis he is in, this putrefaction of his life. and he is certainly not unaware of how it is affecting the people around him. dick. alfred. the neighbor’s kid, the one who wants to be robin.   

bruce tries. not for himself, but for tim. for alfred, for dick. even for stephanie brown, who sometimes, when she smirks just right, or says something with just the right twang, he swears he can see jason in her. 

he still can’t bear to put the hoodie away, because jason deserved better than to be forgotten, so he folds it gently and places it in his closet instead. 

he also can’t bear to look at it for very long, so he forces himself to every single day. 

it’s different from the glass case that houses robin’s tattered suit in the cave — that, is a reminder of how he failed robin. this, this is salt in a constant, stabbing, festering would, reminding him of how he failed his son. 

it was stephanie, that eventually helped him figure out what to do with the hoodie. when she was young, young enough to cry at ripped pants and skinned knees, young enough that her mother hadn’t touched the drugs yet, her mother would dry up her tears, give her a hug and a kiss on the forehead, before patching her pants up. 

what not many people know, is that before crystal brown set her mind on becoming a nurse, she wanted to be an artist, first. and so she grabs her old set of embroidery needles, and stitched little designs. dogs and cats. stars and planets. tools and gadgets. 

bruce doesn’t react, doesn’t even move, even as stephanie finishes her story. she hangs there awkwardly for a second, stares up at jason’s suit, waiting for him to respond, before shuffling towards the exit of the cave. 

thank you, spoiler, bruce manages to croak out. 

ah, yeah, she says, shrugging lightly while slouching in on herself, any time, boss. she walks out, and bruce watches her go from the reflection on the darkened computer. 

that night, he takes out jason’s hoodie, smooths it out, grabs his threads, and stitches. 

he stitches on constellations, argo navis, for jason’s namesake in the greek myths he had loved so much. a tiny seal, playing with beach balls. little books, with quotes on the sides. a robin, big and bold. 

he tries to make it as true to jason as possible, not just in death and in bruce’s memories, but as he was in life.

jason wakes up abruptly.  

he wakes up in a coffin, cold, alone, and with a gaping hole in his chest. getting dipped in the lazarus pit only made it worse, only made him all the more aware of what he was missing, all the more conscious of it. 

he doesn’t bother trying to learn how to swim with two arms and two legs, instead of two fins and a tail. it doesn’t feel the same. it only reminds him of what he’s lost. 

sometimes, on sleepless nights that happen more often than not, he wonders what would have happened if he still had a hoodie, still could swim. 

if he still was robin. 

and he doesn’t have access to the cave anymore, or to the titan’s tower, or the watchtower, and his memory of the past is still patchy and shitty in some places. 

so in a burst of impulsivity fueled by the person he no longer is, he prints out photos of robin’s costume from the internet and recreates it on his own. 

if his skin is gone, then fine. fine! he’s perfectly perfunctorily aware that nothing about this resurrection of his is natural. if he doesn’t think too much about it, he’ll be alright. his hoodie, his skin, that was something he was born with, a birthright that died with him. 

but robin, robin was something that he helped shape. robin was something that he worked for, changed himself for. 

and the makeshift robin suit — it doesn’t fit him, not anymore. no, it feels wrong, like a child playing with their parent’s suit. or — he realizes, perhaps more accurately, like an adult realizing they no longer fit in their favorite clothes. 

and — and — what was the point of it all? what was the point, of trying to make bruce proud of him, of getting dick’s approval, of trying to futilely save people over and over again from the same gallery of supervillains who keep on escaping from prison?!

and what was the point of carving out a space for himself if the joker was just going to beat him out of it, and if tim drake was going to insert himself in the hole he left behind?

and then the next thing he knows he’s in titan’s tower hitting tim drake over and over again because who let him? who let him take jason’s role as a son, as a brother, as a hero? how dare he?

but when he’s slit tim’s throat and torn the ‘R’ off his chest, jason doesn’t feel any better. the robin suit still doesn’t fit. his hoodie’s still gone. 

he’s starting to think it never will, not again. 

sometimes, when he gets tired enough to let his mind wander, he wonders what happened to his suit. 

he’s pretty sure he died with it, so either the hoodie is with the joker, batman, or… gone entirely. (it’s not like they found willis’ skin after he died. maybe selkie skins just disappear in a cloud of sea foam once they die, or some little mermaid shit like that)

it’s a cold comfort, that nobody can manipulate him now. nobody can control him — not even batman. 

(bruce had thought about it. when he first had his suspicious regarding who the red hood was, before he knew there was any trace of the son he once had left. he thought about using the hoodie, using jason’s selkie skin to coerce him, at least to stop murdering people, to stop hurting their family.) 

(he would never go that far, in retrospect, or at least, he doesn’t think he could ever. to do that to jason, betray his trust so thoroughly and completely… but it would be a lie to say that he didn’t consider it.)

bruce reflects on this as jason reveals himself, the joker tied up at his feet with a gun pressed to his head, and venom spitting from his son’s mouth.  

but when he lifts the batarang to hit jason’s gun, or wrist, or anything that’ll force him to drop the gun, he realizes that his hands are shaking. 

and when he throws the batarang, he knows a millisecond after he’s let go, that he’s miscalculated the ricochet. 

so when jason escapes that night, bruce knows he’s fucked up. 

jason goes off the maps, completely. bruce doesn’t know where he is, if he’s safe, if he even made it out of the explosion that night. 

it takes weeks. weeks for bruce to track jason down, from meticulously documenting the dropped threads of where the red hood was pulling strings in the gotham underworld behind the scenes, to tracking security cameras with facial recognition. 

once bruce manages find where he’s staying, make sure he’s safe, he knows what he wants to do. and, he knows what he needs to do. 

jason gets a package in the mail, five weeks after his disasterous meeting with batman and the joker. unmarked, unsigned, no return address. 

when jason opens the box gingerly and carefully, he holds on to his skin for the first time in years. and then, and then, and then — something right slots into place. his fingers brushed gently over the tiny spotted seal he knows he used to look like, the books he remembered ranting to bruce about for hours on end. 

the robin, on the top left, over his heart, big enough to have changed him, yet small enough to not define him. 

it’s not perfect. it doesn’t even fix anything, not entirely. he still fights with bruce most times he sees him, tries to punch dick in the face, steadfastly ignores tim and steph the entire time. 

but it’s something. it’s something, and the next time nightwing, batman, spoiler, and robin fight a gang on the docks, the red hood gives them a helping hand before jumping back into the ocean and swimming away.

fin!

wow this got long

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

That Selkie Jason / (SEA CRITS) Au is very children's animated movie coded to me so I drew my brain rot.

Dick is the tween who hasn't discovered Hot Topic yet, just you wait, but thinks his brothers are Babies TM and can't be seen with them. Jason is going thru it with his "shit ass" older brother and baby Tim won't stop stalking his brothers wherever they go. I imagine they're like 13, 8, and 1/2ish,

As for their Sea Crit ids, Selkie Jason is king so he's a snowy baby. That Dick is an otter post changed my life so there he is.

I saw someone suggest that Tim should be a platypus which I would have drawn except I had already decided that he was gonna be a sea lion (they are very tim coded, big heads, droopy eyes, can probably skateboard etc) so there he is.

ps. if ur angsty him being a sea lion makes him even closer to jason and thus more threatening to Jay Emotionally.

I've drawn the boys all together because although I appreciate the angst I think the sibling trio trouble would be very fun, and stressful on Bruce who'd have to actually take care of three literal children at the same time.

[sreppub]

Bring back selkie Jason?

We all have the power to bring back seal jason <3 by reblogging him again and again

[sreppub]

not a full summary but like - Talia tossed Jason into the lazarus pit. He doesn't emerge.

Ra's goes to bathe in the pit. There's a seal pup staring at him from the glowing green waters.

Selkie AU but either the lazarus pit turns him into a selkie or he just didn't know beforehand for x reason.

The Demon's Head could not, until today, say that he had ever been assaulted by a pinniped. They'd thought the kid had just reacted badly to the Pit and disintegrated or something when they tossed him in yesterday, but evidently, it turned him into a small, fat, aquatic creature instead.

Bizarre, but it wouldn't do for Ra's to appear confused with his daughter and two of his highest-ranking personnel right there in the room with him, so kept a straight face and said something vague like, "The Pit distinguishes the masters from the meek."

The next thing to do was to wrestle the thing out of the pools like a slippery little water pig. It was fast and slick, with few handholds to get a grip on. The wretched little beast could apparently hold its breath for thirty minutes and dive deeper than even Ra's dared to without gear, so he tries to just enjoy his ablutions in the meantime, but he swears he can feel little whiskers brushing his foot every ten minutes and now he's livid.

In its next approach, the pest gets arrogant, swimming close enough to a deceptively still Ra's—he has stopped fucking breathing in preparation for this moment—and he strikes out and grips it by the blubbery scruff. Victory is short-lived, though, because seemingly in an instant the creature grasped in his wizened hand is but a soggy, heavy pelt, and a familiar runt is now thrashing loudly about the pool.

Curious. Something clicks now, in his great mind; legends of creatures who transform at will, transcending humanity (a downgrade, in this case, but he can see the intent). None of their intel had suggested any such abilities prior to his death, however... Something dormant, then, from the boy's lineage, awoken unintentionally by the sacred waters' healing.

While he was pondering, his staff had fished the boy from the waters (much easier now than with that disgusting little slug from before) and restrained him for Ra's' awaiting judgement. The boy coughed out green water and shivered violently, crazed eyes locked onto the dripping pelt in Ra's' hands.

Most interesting, little Bat, the Demon's Head thinks. Much to be done, here.

[sreppub]

SEAL JASON MAY BE BACK?

who said that 🥸

[aceisferal]

I hear your Selkie!Jason Todd and this is literally him whenever told to do anything

Big Motherfucker. Immovable Object. Brother Wrangler

[sreppub]

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[sreppub]

Selkie Jason is still in my mind. I now draw seals everyday, everywhere. Take responsibility and feed us with selkie Jason. (I beg you). For now, I will give you a seal I drew a few days ago while thinking about Jason.

Thank u, n happy Halloween 🎃♡

you see the science behind this is: seals are unbearably cute and fun to draw!

I love your seal, thank you 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️

[sreppub]

I love, LOVE, your Selkie Jason au because everyone is such weird ass choices 😭 but my favorite has to be Tim because a platypus for Tim is such a good fit like?Those weird little creatures glow in UV and have poison claws (talon? Nail?) Not even to mention the word ass noises they make? That's a Tim thing. Idk how to explain it.

I can imagine the fam is just chilling, and all of a sudden, the lights are off, and a blacklight is on, and Tim looks like Perry. Then the Perry the Platypus jokes never end. I also imagine they buy the fedora hat for these jokes.

Haha glad you like my weird little choices. I won't pretend I didn't just pick animals I like... and platypuses are just. Cute.

He's straight up a platypus with several identities. There's no way they don't call him Perry.

Tiger Cass gets "tony" or "tigger" :) idk if there are famous otters or seals... i like to call seals "sausages" though.

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO YES

attention seal jason fans

dick is an otter

[sreppub]

Something silly I just leaned that I think would be great for Selkie Jason to take advantage of. Platapuses (Platapi?) are only a few inches long when fully grown, most averaging just over a foot from beak tip to tail tip. Tim clinging to Jason's head as he bounces around. It's the wildest roller coaster for Tim and Jason is cackling as Tim struggles to hold on with his four webbed paw things.

They're literally so small!!!! Like fuzzy mini footballs!!!!

Robins love zipping around and going real fast. Dick probably begs for a ride next.

[sreppub]

obsessed with the implications.... silly AU selkie red hood is like neil the seal if he killed people i guess

[sreppub]

I have to inflict the brainrot on you again. I'm so sorry

Red Hood goes selkie to flatten criminals like pancakes

Is it dragonpyre o'clock again?!

Ok legit seals are so dense and heavy. Powerful motherfuckers. Red Hood(ed seal) could absolutely fuck up some goons.

"wait, a seal? out here on the hard streets of gotham?" -> "aw wtf it's so cute look how he's bouncing" "it's called gallumphing" "nature is so beautiful, dude" -> "woah wait is he coming towards us--?!" -> "WHO GAVE THIS SEAL A GUN???"

[merchantziro]

Tim definitely makes himself known incredibly rarely in front of the Bats as a platypus and standing upright like a fully intelligent human being just to mess with the Bats.

Dick and/or Jason: "A Platypus?"

(Tim pulls out a fedora he's had on hand for this moment)

Dick and/or Jason: "*Gasp* PERRY THE PLATYPUS!?"

Batman: ...

platypus baby stalker tim sneaking around gotham at night. narrowly avoids being caught by the bat himself. humming a little spy song when the coast is clear. "dumdum da da dumdum........ perry!!!!....."