#me projecting onto Jason

[echosbento]

AU where Jason lived, but only barely. People know that Jason is alive, tragically injured in a villain attack, but alive. Thing is, they don't know that the second Robin is alive. Bruce tells anyone that asks, the kid is alive, but he never says he's fine because Jason isn't fine, he's traumatized and disabled and angry that he had his choice to be a vigilante taken from him, but he's clear that the kid is alive. People don't believe Bruce though, they think he's in denial, because it's clear to anyone who had ever seen the two together that Batman saw Robin as his son. It becomes common knowledge that the second Robin died, there are even conspiracy theories that he died saving Jason's life, and Batman was too distraught by this to ever really accept his death. So when Tim meets Bats, he too thinks the second Robin is dead, it's the only explanation he can think of anyways, because no new vigilante ever showed up like after the first Robin disappeared. And then Bruce takes him to the manor, and Jason is just sat on the couch, mending Dick's costume because his useless himbo older brother can't keep a costume intact for twenty minutes, and he sees Tim and he gasps all fake dramatic "You're finally letting me meet my replacement?!" And Tim goes through all the stages of grief at once as he realizes he never once even considered Jason being the second Robin, not even after he found out Batman was Bruce Wayne.

The potential, Jason loving Dick but hating him at the same time because Jason was forced into retirment and Dick gets to pick and choose when he wants to be a vigilante. Bruce realizing how few rights permanently disabled people have and deciding to fight to fix it and Jason yelling at him for not caring until it was his family being effected. Jason realizing if he ever loses Bruce's support he's totally screwed because he can't do any of what he used to to keep himself alive anymore, and breaking down because how could he possibly help the people like him when he couldn't even help himself anymore? Jason being obsessively over protective of Tim and every sidekick who comes after him because he's terrified one of them will end up like him and they're just kids they don't deserve that. Jason overworking himself because he's convinced if he just Tries Harder he can get past his disabilities, but slowly learning his new limits and accepting them. Just, permanently disabled Jason man.

[angels-changeling]

Learned about Jason Todd and was thrown into the fastest brainrot/hyperfixation Ive ever had.

[dragonpyre]

I'm a chronic migraine Jason Todd truther. Except he doesn't know they're migraines. Poor guy will be layed up on his couch for days wondering what wizard he pissed off cuz light hurts, sounds hurt, he thinks he's gonna throw up, his vision doesn't work right, and also there's an invisible rail spike driving itself into his skull. Then his thinks it's a Pit side affect or some other weird thing.

But no. It's just migraines

[late-tothe-party-07]

The next time Jason says Bruce did nothing when he died, I want him to be cut off with the declaration that Bruce did. Bruce did everything.

Bruce wanted the Joker dead. He shot down the Joker's helicopter even when Bruce was still in it. He wanted to see the Joker's body and finally know his boy didn't have to worry about another innocent person being caught in the Joker's crossfire. Even from the grave, he knew Jason would worry. He'd never stopped. Not once. Not even broken and bleeding did Jason stop worrying about someone else (even driven wild with Pit Madness, he still had worried about the kids in Crime Alley).

I need Jason to know how much Bruce loved him, to the point of almost starting WWIII. I need him to know the desperation in Bruce's eyes. How his hands shook and it wasn't with the horror of seeing himself sink further into the dark of The Bat. I need Jason to know the day he died was the day a piece of Bruce died with him. I need Superman to tell Jason about how little he'd recognized his friend. How he almost wasn't able to hold him back; The unshakable Batman. I need Tim to tell Jason how the scars got on his hands from catching Bruce's gauntlets too often. "That's enough." he'd say, sounding older than he was. The gauntlets were sharp (to cut rope in the event of capture, or tanglement). They cut through Tim's gloves like nothing. The purse snatcher would be in critical condition but he'd live. Later, Tim would think of an alibi for the scars. To everyone he met as Tim Drake, he said, "I picked up glass and tried put it back together."

I need Jason to know Bruce did everything. Even things he shouldn't have done. Things he would be ashamed of later on, praying to the shadows of his room that his sons would heal. Not forgive him, but heal. (Bruce never quite learned how to heal, did he? He only knew how to fight. All his kids could tell you that. Fighting for them or against them, chasing back the nightmares or becoming his own. Bruce knew how to fight in many ways, but he never got the hang of looking at his demons and letting them go.)

I need Jason to know Bruce loved him to the point of destruction. I need him to know how gently his body had been carried and then how quickly those hands were bloodied and torn.

[necrotic-nephilim]

what's fun about shipping Tim with Dick, Jason, or Damian is he has, at some point, hallucinated all of them to comfort himself. even when he doesn't like them or particularly get along with them, he has to imagine/hallucinate them just so he has the power to go on. Tim's concepts of the Robin mantle and what it should be is so fun, because he respects the others through the Robin mantle. Tim worships Dick because he was the first Robin. he wouldn't be Robin if Jason hadn't died in the mantle. and a lot of his frustration with Damian is he feels Damian isn't honoring the mantle correctly. when you ship Tim with the other Robins you can't divorce their identities as Robin from it because Tim will always see them as a Robin first and that's so fun and fucked up. like.

batman (1940) #456

Tim perceiving Dick as *Robin* cheering him on, not Nightwing, which is the version of Dick that Tim actually knows? that's just. wild of him. he will always view Dick as Robin first, his personal hero but also the original of the legacy. his love for Dick is shaped by that.

and then of course, even when he's hallucinating/imagining Jason cheering him on, it's *still* through the lense of being reminded how Jason failed? subconsciously believing that Jason got himself killed because of his actions, and that being a lesson for Tim to learn from? Jason isn't a person to Tim, he's a moral lesson about how to be Robin. any potential idolization he could have of Jason isn't because he loves Jason, it's because of the lessons Jason's death taught him.

and then, even though him hallucinating TIm is from the New-52, which makes characterization all kinds of questionable, i do think it makes sense for TIm to hallucinate/imagine Damian after Damian's death in an attempt to cope with it.

teen titans (2011) #18

to an extend, he sees Damian's death as in part his own fault. and even hating Damian, Tim needs the comfort from this to cope with Damian being gone. he's angry that Damian even was Robin, and has to learn something from Damian's death and how it impacts the Robin mantle, and teenage heroes as a whole. like, Tim can pretend he hates Damian all he wants, even getting taunted by the image of Damian, but there's still an underlying love to their relationship.

i think that's just the fun of shipping Tim with any of them. you will never divorce Tim's views of them from the Robin mantle and how fucking Unwell he is about anyone else who's been Robin before or after him, to the point he has to hallucinate them comforting him when he's at his lowest. it's always going to be a little unhealthy, a little toxic, and driven by Tim's relationship with being Robin as well. i need more Tim being weird about Robin in these ships.

[ashenquill]

Assorted conversations from the Batfam group chat, in no particular order:

Tim: I discovered the key to the fourth dimension

Steph: the fuck

Dick: Tim, have you slept recently?

Tim: No. But I have been awaken, not by daylight, but by the ear splitting shriek of the universe as the stars are blotted out, leaving us to our fate on this cold and inhospitable planet. Are you ready for this reckoning? For the end of all you could ever know?

Steph: 🪕

Steph: ^certified banjo moment

Duke: 🪕certified banjo moment 🪕

Tim: 🪕 🪕 🪕

Jason: IM TRYING TO SLEEP ASSHOLES

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Jason: my life is a tragedy. Not a Greek tragedy, because I’m not Greek. A Mexican tragedy.

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Tim: have you ever seen Shakira and Shakespeare in the same room?

Jason: STOP DESECRATING EVERYTHING I LOVE

Duke: 💃 Shake-speara Shake-speara 💃

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Tim, sick of his stockholders’ shit, ready to start throwing fists if he has to sit through one more board meeting: what if I blew up my entire company

Jason: Based?

Dick: Put down the dynamite and drink water/eat food/rest

Tim: wildly different responses. Thank you

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Duke: sometimes I Kolbe, sometimes I helicopter

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Steph, suffering from blood loss, a concussion, and 37 hours of no sleep:

Steph: time

Steph: TIMMM

Steph: update

Steph: I’m going pire 😭😭😭😭

Steph: met payechey was only 200 Donald’s

Steph: shot

Steph: that’s not how’s you spell it

Steph: my paycheck was only 2200 dollars

Steph: 200*

Tim: are you okay?

Steph: just peachy

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Tim: this is why I didn’t have birth siblings

Jason: said with the confidence of someone who had literally any say in that decision at all

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Steph: [image of a Minecraft chat log]

[Transcription:

<PurplePplEatr> cook those too

<redrobinYUMM> I’m a 50s housewife

<PurplePplEatr> in the flesh

<redrobinYUMM> I’ve got your lunch sweetie

<PurplePplEatr> im at work bitch wife

<redrobinYUMM> I wish you could roast carrots

<redrobinYUMM> give me a proper cooking sim, Minecraft

<redrobinYUMM> cowards

<PurplePplEatr> zanahoria more like zanaWHOREia

<PurplePplEatr> boom roasted

<redrobinYUMM> *sobs*

<PurplePplEatr> ugh youre such a typical woman

<PurplePplEatr> rah rah misogyny ]

Steph: some weird-ass rp in the Minecraft chat

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Steph: I’m a trendsetter

Damian: Brown, you learned about that from me.

Steph: I’m a ✨trendsetter✨

[soysaurus]

There's a trait that runs through every hero, regardless of if they've spent the last couple months in prison, rehab, or wrangling pyjamas onto a stubborn five-year-old: they're a workaholic.

Thank god Jason is not a hero. Roy, on the other hand, definitely is. He might be ‘inactive’ or ‘I’m just focusing on Lian right now, thanks’, but Jason has dropped by Roy's shitty apartment in Star often enough that he can confidently say Roy, no matter what, is a hero.

So he kicks him.

“Ow! What the fuck, Jaybird?” Roy glares as he brings his fingers to his lips, slurping up the bright orange liquid that’s currently coating half his sleeve.

More keeps dripping onto the floor in radioactive bursts, and the bowl is steaming. It has a chip in the side from when Jason was teaching Lian how to shoot, and Jason knows what the ceramic feels like when steam is escaping from every orifice. He had to use his Red Hood gloves to hold the damn thing last time. He had to do a lot of things, but Roy's fingers don't shake as he holds the bowl in one hand.

He kicks Jason lightly back. “You're a fucking asshole, Todd, ya know that?”

Jason's head is a slow buzz. It's a sound that he can feel spit behind his eyes, sing with sharp vowels and harsh chords. It's something that's attacking him from the inside-out, digging deep until he can feel the green of the pit flare in his throat.

“Fuck ‘ff,” he murmurs, turning his head to look anywhere but Roy. “Don't need your shit-ass soup. Don't need anythin’.”

He moves to stand, to sit, to do anything but be useless on the sofa.

Roy only needs one hand to hold Jason down, and Jason tells himself it's just this once. It's because Roy is a hero and Jason is anything but.

“Dude, you're, like, what? Two seconds from passing out my couch? Eat the damn soup.”

Jason doesn't look as the bowl is shoved in front of him. More sloshes over the sides, lapping at Roy's thumb. He needs to get his mind out of the gutter. He needs to remember why he came here in the first place.

Roy groans, deep and guttural with his head thrown back and all the muscles in his neck straining. Sometimes Jason wants to curl his fingers around the thick flesh, cord his soul into the pieces of Roy he can never get back, and take him. For real this time.

He looks at the damned fucking soup.

It's tomato or carrot, or maybe even something that has never been orange in the first place. Jason can feel the steam hitting his nose hairs but he can't smell anything. “Needs more seasoning,” he spits.

Roy sighs. The soup nips his fingers again as he plops down onto the sofa. Their thighs touch, brush, hold on tight enough to blur the lines.

“You're sick,” Roy says. He holds up a spoon. It's caked in red. “Here comes the aeroplane…”

Jason wants to punch him, and it's fine because even though Jason rescued Roy first, Jason was also the first who left. He was the first who walked away and didn't return. He was the first one who died, and then died again.

It's stupid. Roy likes to say he died too, but Jason doesn't like thinking about explosions. He can't think about anything right now anyway. His brain hurts. The words in his head buzz. A hot tip touches his lips but it's not the right kind.

“Open wide.” Roy's using his Dad voice, and it's horrifying. Jason can feel his heart in his lungs and sometimes he forgets Roy has green eyes too.

They're earthier. Grounded. They're nothing like the look Jason stares at Roy with when Lian's gone to bed and the bowl's still chipped and the dishes haven't been scrubbed but everyone is too tired to touch it.

Roy sighs. The spoon clatters into the bowl, and he sucks the soup from his thumb again. “Jay, you gotta work with me here. You're sick. Being a stubborn asshole isn't gonna change that. What're you even doing here, man? Thought you were tired.”

Jason has never said he's tired before. At least not to Roy. The voice in his head that glows green and grins acid is different. He thinks he loves the voice and also hates it. He doesn't know if it's himself or someone else.

“Shut up, Harper.” He sniffs without meaning to and promptly closes his mouth.

Roy's lips break into that sly grin that means he's going home with at least a couple numbers and a body or two hanging from his elbows. “Only if you eat the damn soup. Otherwise I'll keep going, baby. I can keep this up all night long.” He winks as if Jason doesn't know him. “You know I've got the stamina to prove it.”

Jason rolls his eyes. Kind of. It hurts and the world spins, and then Roy's whispering meaningless words into his ear. He thinks his eyes are open but then he blinks and sees the ceiling. He does a double take but his body doesn't move. The air swirls. Something pinches his hips, then his legs, and then Jason is in Roy's room and the sheets smell like his body wash.

There's another smell, something heady and unmistakably Roy. Jason's not in love because he's never been in love. He doesn't know what it looks like.

He smells soup.

A ceramic bowl clatters gently, and a duvet is tugged up to Jason's chin. The bed dips next to Jason's waist and Roy's hair is long. It isn't tied back, but it was before. With the lamp light, his eyelashes look brighter. Almost like they're glowing.

Jason's not in love because Roy could never love him. He's just not the type. He's someone who dedicates his life to one person and one person only, and Jason is nowhere near a hero.

The tip of the spoon touches his bottom lip. It's cooler.

“Open wide.”

Maybe it's because it's half-one in the morning or Jason's running a fever higher than he ever has before, or because he's only twenty-one and yet he has over half of Gotham's underground under his control. His chest clenches. Tim said Jason's going to end up with heart attacks if he keeps this going, and then Jason yelled about all the empty Red Bull cans littering Tim's floor.

Jason's only twenty-one but he's never been in love. He was, maybe, once when he was fifteen. But that was before the voice in his head was impossibly loud. He doesn't remember who it was, and they're probably gone.

He opens his mouth. Roy grins, sly and dirty. His Dad voice slips out: “Good boy.”

Jason's going to kill him. He doesn't remember why he came to Star City tonight. He doesn't remember a lot of things.

His chest tightens even more as he swallows, and maybe Tim is right. Maybe heart attacks are going to be what finally takes Jason out.

[the-bat-bros]

Anxious! Tim Drake

Have some angst head cannons

Anxious! Tim Drake who assumes that if anyone is upset near him, it’s his fault

Anxious! Tim Drake who hides in his room when his family is arguing, and stares at the wall, trying to make out what is being said a few doors down

Anxious! Tim Drake who dissociates whenever he is in trouble

Anxious! Tim Drake who gets aggravated the first time Dick tries to help him through a panic attack

“I said I’m fine”

“Tim I can see that you aren’t fine, and that’s okay. Please talk to me, tell me what’s going on. Let me help-”

“I said I’m fine!”

Anxious! Tim Drake who feels bad about shoving people away who are just trying to help him. But he doesn’t need help. They’re only pitying him anyway. They don’t actually care.

Anxious! Tim Drake who bounces his knee, taps his fingertips together, or twirls a pen to help get some of his anxieties out

Anxious! Tim Drake who absolutely breaks down on the floor in the bathroom when a mission went wrong. It was his fault. He didn’t do enough. He should have done more. He needs to prove himself. He needs to do better.

Anxious! Tim Drake who is up all night because his mind won’t shut up, going over every tiny little detail of the day and what he could have done differently. He’s such a failure. He doesn’t deserve to be part of this family. He needs to be better. They’re probably still upset about that thing from three years ago. Oh god why did he sound so silly talking to Bernard last week? Why didn’t he offer to help Damian with his homework is he a bad brother? Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god.

Anxious! Tim Drake who finally accepts help from Jason. Jay links Tim up with his therapist. Therapy sucks but Jason was right, it’s helping

Anxious! Tim Drake who learns to journal. Writing down what he think he did wrong and then writing why it was okay underneath that. He feels so silly when he does this, but it helps

Anxious! Tim Drake who gets a little better every day. It will take time. Healing isn’t linear. But he isn’t a failure. He is doing the best that he can. And that’s enough.

[kittykatninja321]

I know that this is a result of Talia getting hit with the evil ice queen beam for the sake of Damian’s backstory but it’s weird that people forget that Talia is genuinely capable of kindness and empathy and doing things outside of the realm of trying to gain Bruce’s or Ra’s approval. But of course if we were to acknowledge this that would make it harder to use her as a prop villainess for the sake of Batfam whump or whatever 😁

[dragonflauz]

we don't talk about bruno but it's about jason todd

[applealchemist]

i think skully might like will wood or lemon demon tbh. specifically suburbia overture, memento mori, yes to err is human, dr. sunshine is dead, laplaces angel (basically most if not all of the normal album for will wood), and for lemon demon songs i think he'd like most of the spirit phone album because it's got this whole cryptid vibe to it that fits halloween, eight wonder, amnesia was her name, and DEFINITELY bill watterson

miscellaneous artists and songs skully would probably like;

tally hall: terry's taxidermy

penelope scott: lotta true crime, and halloween in july (my personal fav penelope scott song)

[ggvannba]

doodle dump from today😼

[homicidal-mother]

The autistic urge to set fire to anyone who disrupts my morning routine for it is the only thing that allows me to even remotely function and not absolutely perish into the pits of hell.

[giantkillerjack]

Jason Vorhees wouldn't kill me. I could change him.

[star-shaped-thoughts]

I don’t necessarily agree with the idea that in Marvel x DC crossovers the batkids would like or even get along with Tony Stark. And it has nothing to do with him being a billionaire or being iron man or anything like that. I think the moment they find out that Tony Stark tired to hunt a man for sport who was brainwashed, forced to work for hydra and riddled with ptsd who just wanted to live a normal life, they would immediately not be cool with him

[chaotic-toby]

Headcanons

(CW: mentions of blood, animal cruelty and self-harm)

• Due to being locked up in an attic, Billy has voices that he talks to. Not just him mimicking others' voices like on the phone calls, but like a single voice. In reality, it's just him talking to himself and replying to himself using a different, higher pitched voice (I don't know how to explain it)

• Billy bites his finger nails to the point where they bleed and start hurting really badly. He hates when it hurts but he can't stop doing it. He also bites the skin off his lips to the point it bleeds as well.

• Brahms doesn't like being sick but he also hates taking medicine. He can't swallow pills easily and most liquid medicine taste disgusting.

• Brahms has stabbed a frog with a stick when he was a child (the frog was already dead)

• Whenever Jason sees a child, he wants to play with them, but he knows that children will get scared if they see him