#incorrect Jason Todd

[soulsforsales]

goth/emo Jason Todd with piercings and tattoos and black nail polish and eye liner. look at this post with your eyes if you agree

[thebat-musicman]

Dick: Does anyone have any suggestions?

Jason: Why dont we shoot the Joker?

Dick: How will that help us in an alien invasion?

Jason: It would be really funny

Dick:

Dick: Works for me, add it to the list!

[headcanonthings]

Tim: You don’t get to choose your biological family… Jason: You don’t get to choose your found family either! Cape up bitch!

[foerchen]

AITA for suggesting my rebellious brother get piercings to piss off our dad, but it ended up bringing them closer?

By: u/thegraysonofgotham

Hi Reddit!

One of my younger brothers is obsessed with this site, so I figured I’d try it out too. Here’s the story:

I (24M) have three younger brothers (19M, 16M, and 13M). Our dad raised all of us, though only the youngest is his biological child, the rest of us are adopted.

My 19-year-old brother, let’s call him Pete, has had a rocky relationship with our dad due to some past trauma. While things have gotten better, Pete still makes it a point to rebel (mostly in petty or dramatic ways) to get under Dad’s skin.

Recently, Pete’s been frustrated because Dad isn’t fond of the idea of him going to college out of state. Usually, this kind of tension explodes into huge fights, so I tried to defuse it by giving him an outlet.

I suggested piercings. When I was younger, Dad always talked me out of them, so I figured it’d be the perfect harmless rebellion, and it fit Pete’s vibe anyway.

Pete loved the idea. A few days later, he came home decked out: snake bites, three lobe piercings in each ear, full cartilage rings, eyebrows, tongue—the whole shebang. Honestly? He looked awesome. Even our younger brothers agreed.

But here’s the twist: Our grandpa (who lives with us) saw Pete, chuckled, and went to get Dad. When Dad saw him, he didn’t yell. No, he left the room, came back five minutes later… holding a photo of himself at Pete’s age, rocking even more piercings.

Turns out Dad went through the exact same phase. Now, instead of fighting, they’re bonding over piercing care, favorite brands, and even sharing life stories. Pete (who secretly probably enjoys this) is salty because his act of rebellion turned into father-son bonding.

So… AITA for suggesting the piercings in the first place, even if it totally backfired (or forward-fired, depending how you look at it)?

(Feel free to act like the comment section xD)

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Steph: Fuck we forgot a torch.

Tim: Hang on I got this.

Tim, snaps Jason’s arm like a glow-stick.

Jason, eyes illuminated bright green casting light onto the surrounding area: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.

Tim: Got it.

[haileyscircus]

[arkangelo-7]

Bruce *getting shot at by Red Hood*: Jesus Christ!

Jason Todd, recognizing the potential for the best identity reveal of all time: Not quite, motherfucker.

[candy8448]

The batfam just leave things around the manor like unsolved rubix cubes (the really big or weird shaped ones), or complex puzzles for tim because they know he will drop everything once he sees it to solve it.

Tim: *battling with a really hard puzzle box*

Jason: what is he doing?

Dick: oh i bought him the most difficult puzzle box i could find, he's been at it for hours now

Tim: *swearing loudly at the box while tussling with it on the ground as he tries to solve it*

Dick: its his enrichment! :D

Jason: ... like a zoo animal???

[sodamnbored]

Jason, bumping into him on the street: Stalker says what.

Dick, snorting: Shut up. I’m on an errand for Bruce. You can come help me if you like.

Jason shrugging, falling into step: Sure. What’re we looking for?

Dick: Batmobile’s busted. He needs us to go find a tool.

Tim: *casually heading the other way, minding his own business*

Jason, yoinking a disgruntled Tim back by his collar: Well that was easy.

[glitter-stained]

Dream Outlaws blunt rotation:

Rose: If you train a dog to obey you, and you order it to bite anyone who gets close, is it really a good boy?

Kory: Every dog's a good boy. I heard a song about it- all dogs go to heaven and all pigs go to hell!

Eddie: True that. I've never seen a dog in hell.

Raphael: definitely. Wait what were we talking about again?

Jason: I don't know man, the world is a dark prison and you're a diy handsaw. What do you want to talk about?

Rose: killing God, maybe?

Jill: That's a bold endeavour. How about you try and kill me for a start.

Rose: Oh you're so on- wait what's your name again?

Jill: ...I have a complex relationship to the concept of personhood.

Kory: I think we need more weed.

[hopefully-helpful-daemon]

*batkids going out in gotham for the night*

Bruce: And what do you do if you get stopped by the cops?

All of the kids: let Tim or Jason deal with it as the two white passing ones.

Bruce: Good, now go have fun.

[thebat-musicman]

*phone call*

Jason; I’m sorry, Talia. I can’t kill Bruce.

Talia: You asked me yesterday if I could “break Bruce out of the afterlife so I can kill him over and over.”

Jason: Yeah…that would have been fun. But he’s given me an offer I can’t refuse.

Talia: He killed the clown?

Jason: He gave me a first edition Pride and Prejudice book. It says by a lady instead of Jane Austen.

Talia: You are sacrificing months of training and planning for a book?

Jason: I’m weak, Talia. I’m weak.

[jasonsthunderthighs]

Dick: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Tim: My life is a little too much fall out and not enough boy.

Jason: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance

Damian: My life is a little too much imagination and not enough dragons.

Bruce: *Facepalmin* All I asked was how your weekend was.

[shyjusticewarrior]

Talia: I want to know what you did to this guy that he's after you.

Damian: I didn't do anything!

Talia: Well you must have done something.

Damian: No, he just doesn't like me.

Talia: Doesn't like you? How could anyone not like you?

Damian: I know, it seems impossible.

Talia: Doesn't like you, how could that be?

Damian: Ma, I know this may be hard for you to understand, but I'm sure there are many people who do not like me.

Talia: *gasps* Damian, don't say that!

Damian: It's true.

Talia: No, it isn't. It's not true. You're a wonderful, wonderful boy!

Talia: Everybody likes you. It's impossible not to like you, impossible. Beloved?

Bruce: Maybe some people don't like him, I could see that.

Talia: ...

Talia: Jason?

Jason: Yeah, I like him.

[everwalldigan]

Pre utrh Jason opening up a little bookshop as a side hustle to his Crime Lord business (only to do evil of course, like making little book stands to promote his favourite books) and one day Bruce walks by, sees all of Jason’s favourite books on display in the window and decides to walk in (because he’s a masochistic fuck like that.)

Jason, without looking up: judging by you just standing there, I assume you don’t know your way around. Be right with y—

Bruce, sharply scanning Jason’s rapidly paling face while trying to look casual: oh no don’t worry! Take your time! What’s your name?

Jason, panicking: Tason Jodd

Bruce: that’s so funny, that sounds exactly like Jason Todd…

Jason: no it doesn’t

Bruce: It’s literally Jason Todd with the first letters swapped

Jason, sweating: no it’s not.

Bruce:

Jason:

Bruce, grabbing Jason’s arm: you’re coming with me

[timmydraker]

Jason, giving a detailed plan to The Outlaws in a huge room filled with weaponry, screens and a war table: Artemis will cover Bizo-

Tim, in civilian wear crawling through the window and climbing up Jason so he’s cradled by him in one arm: *instantly falls asleep*

The Outlaws: …

Starfire: Oh! I wasn’t aware you reproduced!

Jason, too focused on his plan to properly listen: yeah, it’s whatever, anyway, then I need Roy to arm-

The Outlaws: *no longer paying attention because Tim, who is at least eighteen, is snoring slightly and drooling on Red Hood’s jacket like a toddler*

Starfire: a baby…

Bizzo: he’s not our baby?

Roy: damn Liam had a brother?

Artemis: group baby. Ours now.