#so much jason to love and so little time

[kindlingkeen]

What are your favorite tropes or plot points in Jason fics and why do you like them???

That’s really hard for me to narrow down. I will read just about anything gen that’s Jason-centric. Usually what makes or breaks a fic for me is the quality of the writing and characterization, rather than specific plot points or tropes. That said, some things do stand out…

Competent Jason, my beloved, how I adore you. He’s makes killer (ba-dum-tss 🥁) plans, he can adapt on the fly, and he’s got the range and depth to go up against anyone.

That’s my boy, any story that celebrates this is golden in my book. (Images from Event Leviathan #3)

I like Bruce and Jason origin stories, or stories that deal with them being father/son and Batman/Robin, because these boys love each other so much and, honestly, I just want them to be happy together.

I like fix-its or what-ifs that center around the Lost Days/UtRH timelines, because Jason’s story is a goddamn tragedy and I like thinking about all the ways it could have gone better/differently.

I like stories that feature late UtRH or Outlaws era Jason where he goes through real growth and development, because dc refuses to give us any meaningful character evolution without ripping it away or undermining it, and I have to feed my soul somehow. Bonus points if Jason gets to be badass with his guns or sword (or both 🤤).

I’m always up for a story that deals with batarang incident, although preferably not Dick-finds-out-and-runs-off-to-yell-at-Bruce, been there read that. Also, time travel or alt universes where Red Hood is there for Jaybin, because of all the lovely angst and hurt/comfort (and when it comes down to it, time and time again, Jason can really only depend on himself—thanks dc 🖕).

Finally, I’m weirdly lowkey obsessed with Selkie!Jason. There’s just something about baby Jay as a baby seal that melts my heart. Plus I think the vulnerability of the Selkie coat mythology is a really good fit for Jason’s character, which is so often held hostage to the narrative or other characters.

I could go on, but that’s probably enough for now. Thanks for the ask, anon! 💙

[unacknowledgeable]

What does Barbara Think of SK reader and Gordon’s relationship? Does she get jealous or try to convince her dad to stop being around reader?

Just like the larger majority of the batfam, Barbara doesn’t put much thought into noticing you, but once they start to, she's gonna be pretty shocked that the colleague her dad is always talking about is Bruce’s kid.

Depending on when Barbara notices Reader hanging out with Gordon, she’ll definitely give some side eye at first, but ultimately, her own budding obsession will win out. She’ll start crashing movie nights with you and Gordon, popping by the station more often, peppering in questions about you to her dad.

 Gordon is all too happy to oblige her sudden interest in you, because his kids!!! Are taking an interest in each other!!! And bonding!!! Finally!!! 

But when she finds out what you do? Yeah, she’ll be pissed at first, accuse you of using her dad so you could get away with it. But after more research, will conclude that it was probably one of the few (semi)stable relationships you actually had and will fight any of the other family members who say otherwise (cough cough, Dick and Damian cough)

I imagine her going and crashing at her dads house, because it's closer to the clock tower than her own apartment and she was just too tired to bother. Her and Tim had spent half the night trying to find out everything they could about this family member that they somehow knew next to nothing about, having to deal with the varying levels of sulking all at once was exhausting, but the levels of panic when they sent Jason and Cass to your apartment, only to find it empty, was worse.

They checked your workplace after that, and based on your friends' social media you weren't out clubbing with them either. So they had no idea where you were or where you could possibly be. Calling off the search after hours of looking was difficult and she was pretty sure no one actually listened to her and Alfred’s warnings of sleep deprivation.

She makes a beeline for her old bedroom, ready to finally sleep and be prepared to start the search again in the morning, when she stops, and slowly rolls back down the hall, to the kitchen, where somehow the lights are on at 4 in the morning.

And there you are, sipping tea while scrolling on your phone, leaning against the sink like she hadn't just spent the last 11 hours looking for you.

“....You're in my house.” she stated, dumbstruck, and that had you looking up, staring like a deer in headlights or a kid with their hands caught in the cookie jar..

“Uh… yeah”, was said slowly in reply, the lingering eye contact broken only by Barbara looking down to see your clothes 

“You're in pjs…were you sleeping here?” the dots are sprouting up faster than Barbra could connect them, leaving her reeling as you side step the counter and walk past, rather rigidly, as she’ll recall later.

“It was closer to the station, late nights and early mornings, y’know how it is.” you half shrug as you sit on the couch, the coffee table littered with case files, a pillow on one end of the sofa, and a bunched up comforter on the other. Amidst wondering if you knew just how well she understood, it wasn't far fetched to think you might know about the families vigilantism, she was struck by just how… at home you looked.

You had her dads ‘#1 commissioner mug’ in hand and you sat criss-cross on the couch like you had hundreds of times before, pulling your laptop over to you and effectively ending the short conversation. Shutting her out with ease, it stung, how often had that been done to you? 

Returning to her own room, she sighs as she messages the family chat to update them on your whereabouts, she really wasn't getting any sleep tonight, huh? The eerie quiet before her phone started blowing up with messages was a testament to that.

Thanks for the ask! Hope you enjoyed!

~Masterlist~

[whipbogard]

Just finished Gotham Knights

Many thoughts but here's a quick doodle of the bestest boy ever ❤

[theredcuyo]

Sleepovers at the manor. SLEEPOVERS AT THE MANOR.

Bruce had always been very wary of who got to and who didn't get into the manor further than the guest spaces, and when Dick appearead in his life with eyes that could make him do literally anything, he feared the day he'd ask to bring a friend over

Maybe that's why he decided to use the ancient ways Alfred has once used against him and Harvey

Embarrasment

Wally West was used as a warning to Dick, and he learned

Dick didn't get the chance to teach Jason that lesson in his time as Robin, but when his little wing and Roy crashed at his place one time, he got it

He'd gotten practice before that, learning from the masters themselves when Tim invited young justice over

Tim got back at him by sending Kory and Babs some of his old stash of Robin photos

Steph tried to escape it, but she and Cass got trapped at the same time by Alfred's cookies, and that day, Tim took notes

By the time Jon first stayed with Damian for a sleepover, Damian knew about the 'tradition' already and he was determined to prove himself over it

He failed when all of his sibblings joined forces, from Dick's retale of when he was his Batman, to Todd's old stories from their time training in the league and somehow Drake had gotten pictures of him when he was younger (Talia gladly contributed)

Was it too late for his father to un-adopt them all?

[mionkings]

Making Heads Turn 🫨

Jason had become a father to a little baby boy, taking him in when he found the poor thing on the streets, in a cardboard box, wrapped in a space themed blanket.

While the obstacles a new parent goes through is tough. He knows it's worth it to have Danny, his baby, his son in his life. He doesn't regret adopting him.

Danny is now at the stage of his little life that he babbles and giggles, Jason always had fun having a conversation with his baby. Although Jason's sure that his hair is getting whiter with the chaos Danny brings now ever since Danny's baby brain realized that he can CRAWL to PLACES >:D

However this new development... is a little strange.

Whenever Jason puts Danny down in his crib to make dinner or any other important errand. Danny will begin to babble to the air, as if his little tyke is trying to talk to someone, making grabbing hands and scooching over to grab someone's attention.

It sent a slight shiver down his spine...

Ever since he made his introduction to Gotham as Red Hood, for the first time to those gang leaders with the bang of the AK-47. Taking over the Gotham underworld by storm with anger and precision.

He always felt a chill down his spine... When he was alone, yet... the Pit Madness flared everytime, making him feel enraged and paranoid. As if he was just waiting for a fight... for a confrontation...

Being alone in his apartment, having nightmares, more like repressed memories of what he had done... Lots of things, but for some reason—his mind... keeps going back to the moment he threw that duffel bag at the table infront of the gang leaders that night... the night he went after the lieutenants, taking their heads.

He doesn't know why.

But ever since the precious cargo that was his baby Danny, arrived in his life. That all went away as he took care, fed, and loved his baby boy.

Jason never had an episode with Danny; he couldn't bare the thought of hurting the child.

Jason was even having less episodes when he was with the Bats!

The chills; however, Jason still feels them occasionally... but they would always disappear the moment Danny would demand attention or to nap.

And instead he would feel something else hang over his baby everytime Danny slept peacefully...

———

Second ever DPxDC prompt that I've ALSO been getting brainrot over ❤️ I'm having fun 😄

Basically this prompt idea is Jason adopting a baby Danny, while seemingly unaware that he's being haunted/watched by the people's he's killed to become a crime lord. More specifically, being haunted by the heads/headless ghosts of the lieutenants Jason killed as Red Hood.

While Jason can't seem to see them, he can feel 'chills' from them. Danny, however, CAN see them mostly because I based this on that thing where babies/toddlers can see spirits in those typical YouTube videos that list ToP 5 ScArY gHOstZ VidEOz!1!1

Whatever happened though, this causes the ghosts to instead focus more on Danny than on Jason.

How much will Jason freak the fuck out when he finds out? Who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Although Danny is absolutely having fun here ^^

Anyways, I might add extra stuff soon to this!

[autisticrosewilson]

Trans fem Jaybin asking Bruce if she can visit Willis in prison because she wants to know what he would have named her if she was born a girl and that's how she finds out that Willis was murdered and despite knowing from day one Bruce just... didn't tell her.

[ghurab-alzilal]

🐍Sssssnakes sucksssss🐍

• Li'l Gotham #6 (2012)

Yesterday I was thinking about that Damian animal lover lore and I remembered that, despite practically having a zoo at home, Damian doesn't like snakes and well, that's it, I just wanted to share this curious fact with you in case you didn't know.

[yeagerbitchh]

Write me Jason coming back from the pit and not being able to recognize himself. He hadn’t been scrawny for a long time, even as he died, but he’s big now, so big and tall, and his eyes are no longer blue like his big brother’s. Even he looks in the mirror and sees a completely different man, let alone his family.

But write me Bruce not recognizing Jason, so big and violent and not his little kid anymore, until he sees him reading a book, pencil in hand to make notes, just like he would when he was younger, and yeah that’s his Jason, that’s his boy.

Write me Dick not recognizing Jason, but seeing his little brother when he can’t take his eyes away from Dick while he’s practicing his jumps, because, although he’d never admit it, he had always been fascinated how his big brother seemed able to actually fly.

Write me Alfred not recognizing Jason, not when the eyes that look at him are no longer a soft blue, but they look at him nonetheless, when he joins him in the kitchen and asks if he can maybe take some of the cookies back to the kids in the alley, and when Alfred finally looks back into his eyes they have the same intense spark they used to have, not caused by the pit, but by the magic of helping someone. Different colored eyes, yes, but the same spark.

Different man, but the same boy.

[doabackflipsolitaire]

Jason and the annoying kids he didn't want (and that he's only like 4 years older than)

[lilislegacy]

this tiktok makes me laugh every dam time

[house-on-sand]

sometimes being obsessed with a character that gets mistreated by canon means sobbing about them as if their pain is you own.

[unhingedlesbear]

If I see one more person say they hate Mark because he's "boring" I'm gonna have to turn into a horrible creature and start maiming for real.

[transmandayoung]

brb writing an epilogue in which Danny grows up talking to dick sometimes in his head

[bartholomew-the-frog]

Barthy went to a fair!

He had a lovely time riding rides, eating snacks, and playing games!

This lovely art is by @ghostly-bugs ! Thank you so much for it! It's adorable!

[foerchen]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Batman isn’t the only one fiercely protective of his Robins.

Jason’s death led to the Rogues turning against the Joker—especially Harley. By then, she had already realized the extent of his abuse and had left him. So when she learned that her favorite Robin—a tough Crime Alley kid—had been beaten to death by her ex the first time she wasn’t around, she went ballistic.

Once, a newcomer held Nightwing at gunpoint and tried to unmask him on live television. When Harvey Dent saw how close this was to his own hideout, he knew he couldn’t let it slide. He wasn’t blind or foolish—he knew exactly who Nightwing was. The first Robin. A ray of sunshine—badass yet kind. Harvey took only a second to recall how that same little Robin had once helped him through a dissociative episode, choosing to assist rather than arrest him. And that was enough. The newcomer was never seen again.

As much as Damian disliked how close Catwoman was to his father, Selina adored the little kitten. He was honest, fierce, and compassionate in his own way. She loved that he shared her fondness for cats and animals. So when the shelter Damian volunteered at was attacked by Black Mask’s goons, Selina made sure that by the end of the month, Roman wouldn’t have a single piece of art left in his collection.

Eddie could hardly deny that his favorite Robin was the third one. After all, that particular little bird not only respected him as the Riddler but could also solve all his riddles effortlessly. So when a few goons rudely barged into their monthly riddle session, Eddie was not amused. He made sure they knew it.

Consider this your warning: Do not harm the Robins. Unless, of course, you fancy some trouble with the Rogues.

[angelfic]

jason todd x reader

warnings — mentions of size/body image, jason being insecure… and also sexy. also this is unedited as per usual. other than that, nothing!

a/n; im gonna bite his bicep like that’s all i have to say. enjoy <3

JASON TODD is huge.

the man is over 6 feet of pure muscle so it doesn’t matter how tall you are, he’s bigger than you and he’s very aware of it.

when he’s red hood, being so large is a tactical advantage. he feels strong and in charge and practically unbeatable.

when he’s jason, he feels uncomfortable and noticeable and that’s the last thing he wants or needs. he doesn’t stop working out, because not only does he need something physical to relieve his stress, but he also can’t afford not being jacked as fuck. how the hell else is he supposed to be as scary as he is as red hood.

instead, he overcompensates by wearing darker colours, slightly oversized hoodies, not always standing up at his full height. it doesn’t do that much, the sheer size of him is a little hard to fully hide, but it makes him feel a little better.

when you come into the picture, things slowly start to change.

every time he hugs you, it’s instantly a mood booster for you because of how safe it feels with his arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the world for a few minutes. the way you sigh and melt into the hug has him smiling, a little shyly, as he holds you closer.

whenever you need him to get you something off a high shelf, he happily obliges and loves feeling useful. more than that, he loves how you always thank him by gently running a hand down his chest. “what would i do without you?” you say, sincerely, because you know he needs to hear it sometimes. and when you drop a kiss to his forearm as he sets the object down, he’s suddenly glad that he’s taller than you and he starts standing a little straighter.

the first time you hold up his hand against yours to compare sizes, you find yourself grinning at the difference. jason finds himself thinking about how small your hand is instead of how large his own is. and when you interlock your fingers with his, that’s all he’s focusing on.

sometimes, when your eyes are locked on your phone as you’re walking the busy streets of gotham and letting jason guide you around with your hand in his, he’s having to grab your waist to stop you bumping into someone or something. “careful,” he mutters, but his mind has gone blank and all he’s thinking about is his large hands around your waist and his pulse is racing. he feels like a creep until you turn around to give him a sheepish smile and thank him, placing your hands on his to keep them around your waist. he doesn’t miss the way you’re glancing down and biting your lip.

with jason around, you never have to do any heavy lifting, but of course you’re going to try sometimes. when you buy a cute new coffee table and it arrives when he’s out on patrol, you physically can’t wait to open and buid it. that bit is easy enough, but you find yourself cursing when you realise you stupidly built it on the other side of the room. “uhm, what do you think you’re doing?” jason asks, leaning in the doorway, red hood helmet in between his arm. you’re breathing heavily, arms pinned awkwardly at your sides as you were trying a new approach of throwing your body weight against the table to shift it. you slump, looking up at him with a pout.

“it’s heavier than i thought,” you admit. jason crosses the living room in two giant strides.

“you’re gonna hurt yourself,” he says, lifting the entire thing with both hands on either side and effortlessly placing it in front of the couch. he looks at you for approval in case you want it elsewhere and finds that you’re staring at him, slack jawed. he frowns, crossing his arms over, vigilante suit still on. “what…?”

“that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say, shamelessly. he grins, shaking his head at the way you’re completely serious, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away. “no, seriously, you need to run before i pounce on you.”

his favourite thing is your habit of falling asleep on him when you’re watching tv and he often needs to pick you up to take you to bed. sometimes, you start to stir, halfway to the bedroom and you sleepily blink up at him before wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “you’re so strong,” you mumble against his shoulder, your voice soft with drowsiness. jason’s heart clenches.

jason starts standing at his full height just so he can see you craning your neck to look at him, giving him the excuse to lift you up onto the counter which often results in you wrapping your legs around his waist and engaging a make out session.

he starts to wear t-shirts instead of large hoodies when he goes to the gym, just so he can hear you wolf whistle as he walks to the door, running over to kiss him goodbye and giving his biceps a squeeze.

day by day, jason finds himself more comfortable with just being him. and he’s even happier than he gets to be himself with you.

a/n cont.; the red hood mask stays ON during sex