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jasonswh0rre · 8 months ago

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This is Halloween

AK! Jason Todd x OC

🎃 Pairings/Characters:

Main Characters: Amira (OC), Jason Todd, Chloe (OC child of Amira and Jason Todd)

Other Mentions: Daily Planet Staff

Metropolis citizens

🎃 Setting

Arkhamverse (Batman Arkham Games)

🎃 Warnings

Emotional Distress

Mild Violence (brief altercation with a bully)

Mental Health Issues (depiction of panic attack triggered by a clown)

Rating

PG-13

Summary:

On a vibrant Halloween night in Metropolis, Amira must unexpectedly work, leaving Jason to take their daughter, Chloe, trick-or-treating. The night is filled with joy and pursuit of candy until a clown triggers a deep-seated panic in Jason, stemming from his traumatic past. As fear overwhelms him, Chloe’s innocent comfort through a simple hug helps him find a moment of peace amidst his turmoil. The story explores themes of fear, family bonds, and the unexpected strength found in childlike innocence.

Author’s Notes:

This story dives into the complexities of trauma and the simple, powerful ways love can help navigate through dark moments. Halloween in Metropolis brings both fun and challenges for Jason and Chloe, showcasing a blend of light-hearted moments and deep emotional struggles. Thank you for reading and for your continued support!

Halloween may be just a typical Tuesday night for cities like Gotham. Still, in Metropolis, the big apricot can be just as scary. Within in good fun, of course. Ghostly hymns and music played on the streets, people dressed down in their scariest costumes. Kids took the chance to become superheroes; who knew the costume stores sold that many Superman capes? Amira wore a slim, hugging black dress and long black hair draped down her back. She hung the Halloween wreath on the door, decorating the apartment.

"Mommy, look at me!" a voice shouted. Chloé stood in front of Amira. She twirled in her little witch's dress, its whimsical costume in a dark purple and green color scheme. Her layered skirt with petal-like edges in a purple gradient twirled with her.

"You look amazing, but wait- something's missing?" Amira exclaimed. Chloé looked confused about what could have been missing from her ensemble.

"What, mommy?"

"You can't be a witch without your hat," Amira responded, holding out a tiny witch's headband; she placed it on Chloé's head, her soft curls bouncing as she finally felt like a witch.

"Now you're ready, why don't you go get your basket, and we'll start to head out," Amira suggested, prompting an excitable Chloé to run off to find her basket.

She smiled briefly as she watched Chloé run off so happily that she didn't notice the sense of a new presence in her home. Arms wrapped securely around her waist, she felt her heart sink; turning around, she let out a breath of relief, seeing it was only Jason; he cupped her cheek and gave Amira a quick kiss.

"You forgot you gave me a key here?" He teased lightly

"To be honest? Yeah, I sorta did," Amira whispered as she embarrassingly confessed; she kissed Jason's lips briefly, her body pressed against his, her arms against his neck, causing Jason to subconsciously wince. Noticing Amira turned his head, moving his jacket collar to reveal a nasty deep cut around the side of his neck

"It's fine, I'm alright," Jason murmured; Amira still stared at his neck, her fingers temptingly flinching, trying to touch it without harming Jason.

"I'll see what I can do about it tonight," Amira said, knowing he couldn't change Amira's mind. Jason nodded his head.

"Where's Chlo?" he asked. Like rubbing a genie's lamp, Chloé appeared and rushed to the living room. When she saw Jason, she ran straight into his arms, ecstatic.

"Daddy!" Chloé cried out. Jason gritted through the pain as Chloé's arms were wrapped around Jason's neck. He laughed and smiled as he held onto Chloé as tightly as she did with him. Smiling at both of them, Amira kissed them both on the cheek. The mood seemed perfect and light-hearted until Amira looked down at her phone, crestfallen.

"What's wrong?" Jason asked

"I'm being called in to work tonight," Amira declared. Chloé appeared sad and reached out for Amira to hold her.

"Mommy, you promised," Chloé pleaded, tears prickling. Amira held Chloé's head to her chest, heartbroken as she wanted to enjoy Halloween with Chloé so severely. Watching Amira's saddened face and Chloé's defeated expression, a thought perverted Jason's mind.

"What if I take Chloé out?" Jason suggested, making Amira look almost shocked when Jason mentioned the idea. Meanwhile, Chloé seemed happy once more.

"Are you sure?"

"I am," Jason insisted

Mouthing, "thank you." Amira put Chloé down and went to her room to change

"Here, Daddy, I made a map of where to get the most candy," Chloé chimed. She handed Jason a hand-drawn map of the Metropolis with a red circle over neighborhoods and the daily planet.

"What's at the Daily Planet?" Jason asked

"Their have a party for Starlight students!" Amira chimed, "They have candy, juice, and a bouncy house," Chloé added; Amira changed from her Morticia Addams costume to a more professional look, consisting of a cream blazer over a cobalt blue top paired with a matching cream skirt.

"I think I liked you better in black, but this isn't too bad," Jason complimented, kissing Amira's forehead. He handed Amira her keys.

"Thank you. Have fun at the party," Amira said, leaving the father-daughter duo to their own devices.

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Jason and Chloé traveled through the city using Chloé's map. First, they took a ferry to St. Martin's Island, home to the wealthiest, most established families. As Chloé skipped around with her candy bag aimlessly, Jason looked around at the houses, how each mansion had a thousand stairs and a long pathway just to get to the front door, rolling his eyes at the ludicrous amount of wealth, these people had, but he did smile at the fact that even as Chloé was still just a child, she possessed a remarkable sense of business at least kidlike to know where the best candy is at. Pointing to one house, Chloé took her dad's hand and stood in line.

"Watch it, pipsqueak," a boy called out, laughing at his remark; he pushed Chloé out of the way. He looked around 12 years old and dressed like a mummy; Chloé seemed to brush the boy's remarks to the side, still holding Jason's hand as she waited. Jason, however, eyes glared in the back of the boy's head, but he cast his anger away for Chloé's sake.

"Trick or Treat, trick or treat, Give me something good to eat. Not too healthy, make it sweet; please, let me just rot my teeth," Chloé sang; she held her bag open for the older woman.

"Oh, how sweet. You young lady deserve two pieces," the older woman praised. Chloé smiled gratefully as she picked two pieces; thinking she was done, she almost walked off before Jason held her hand, chiding her for more candy.

"She sang the adorable song for you, and she said please. Don't see many kids with manners nowadays, right?" Jason interjected; the older woman thought for a moment and smiled, agreeing with him

"You’re right, young lady. Take another piece sweetie," she said

"Thank you!" Chloé beamed; as Chloé walked off, she counted her candy bag, which was almost full to the brim, smiling at the big haul she had, unaware of the bully in her midst.

"Looks like you got a lot of candy," a boy taunted. Chloé looked up and saw the same mummy boy that pushed ahead of her at the house, this time with another boy dressed as a vampire.

"Thank you," Chloé replied innocently, unaware of the boy's sarcasm

"You're so small, you could never finish it," the mummy boy jeered, snatching the bag from Chloé's hand. He pushed her back, causing her to fall and scraped her knee

"Knock it off, Tyler, just give the kid the bag," the vampire boy interjected sternly.

"Give it back!" Chloe demanded, her voice breaking with sobs as she stood up to the bully, her anger flaring despite her tears.

"Dude, why are you scared? She's just a dumb baby," Tyler asked; the vampire boy looked terrified, looking up at the figure that was just behind Tyler; Jason loomed over the boy, grabbing him by the strings of his costume; Jason was so consumed by anger he forgot that he was grabbing a boy even if he was acting like a little twerp.

"Apologize to the little girl, now," Jason demanded; Tyler looked frozen in fear as Jason put him down and faced him toward Chloé.

"Sorr– Sorry," he stammered, handing Chloé back her bag. He attempted to run away before he felt Jason's forceful pressure on his shoulder.

"Put your candy in her bag," Jason coaxed

"But– her bag is already full,"

"I don't care. Figure it out then," Jason remarked. Jason had Chloé open her bag and watched as Tyler began putting his candy in it. Tears prickled from Tyler's eyes as he pushed his candy down Chloé's overflowing bag. At the same time, Jason stood, arms folded with a wisecracking grin.

As Jason helped Chloé up to her feet, she watched as Tyler started to cry and looked at his now half-empty bag. Looking at her bag, she walked up to the boy.

"Here you go," Chloé said. She held a handful of candy in her hand and put it back into the boy's bag.

"Thank you," Tyler said as he and the other boy walked off, wincing slightly back to Jason's side. He smiled at how kindhearted his daughter was; she was so much different than he was, even if someone was a jerk to her. Picking her up, Jason and Chloé went to the ferry back to the mainland, taking her to a 24-hour clinic to get patched up.

"How are you doing kiddo?" Jason asked

"Better," Chloé responded, and the two started a walk downtown.

People dressed in costumes just laughed and enjoyed the spooky atmosphere of the night; even Jason was feeling the spirit. Until–

"Boo!" A man said he was dressed like a clown in colorful attire, like him, with a painted smile, like him.

Jason looked panicked, his heart accelerating in his chest. He watched as the clown walked back to his friends, laughing.

"That laugh, it sounds like- like him," he thought,

"You see how I scared the big one? Looks like he shit his pants," the man joked, laughing among his friends who cackled too.

That laugh sounded like him; he grabbed Chloé's hand, walking steadfastly.

"Daddy?" Chloé said; assuming she had called out to him in fear; he picked her up holding her closely to him. He was running like he was running a marathon but his lungs gave a different story. Shallow quick breaths were the only thing keeping him from feeling like he was dying. He continued to run but it's harder to escape your own mind. It made it more challenging, with them only being thoughts and images in his mind, the one place he couldn't run from. He found himself in Centennial Park; his eyesight was beginning to get blurry, moving over to a green blurb that looked vaguely like a park bench.

He sat hunched over, head hung low at his hand rested on his face, his hand shaking.

"Dad?" Chloé said, starting to look worried for her father. Jason always responded the first time she called him, but it was like he couldn't hear her; no matter how many times she called his name, he couldn't hear anything. Chloé looked around the park, trying to gauge her surroundings and find help; she didn't know what to do, so she did the only thing she knew.

She hugged him. She didn't know what to say but knew what to do. She hugged as tightly as her little arms could. Jason took a deep breath, though it felt like it hurt to even breathe.

Jason's eyes were closed tightly his entire life he felt he was being plunged into a black hole clawing his way out. The raised J branding gave the sensation of burning like it had just happened yesterday. Feeling his daughter's arms around him, it felt as though that blackness was losing in its battle with the light. He focused on that light, focused on what he could hear: people talking, children saying trick or treat, people laughing; not just the laughter of him but of people enjoying themselves and each other, he opened his eyes and began focusing on what he could see: pumpkins with crudely drawn faces, couples holding hands, leaves falling from the trees. He took a deep breath before looking at Chloé who had been quiet all this time still hugging him. Lifting her on his lap, he held her patting her head. Laying back on the bench, Jason let out a breath, then he looked down at that small little frame holding him. He kissed Chloé's forehead and held her close.

"How did I get lucky with you?" Jason thought.

Chloé ended up taking a nap against Jason. With his heart beating settling, he sat back for a moment. Looking to his right, he saw that the Daily Planet was straight ahead. Picking Chloé up, Jason walked over, showing Chloé's student ID. He walked into the party to find kids laughing and running around.

"Princess, we're here," Jason said softly. Rubbing her eyes, she took in her surroundings. She saw all her friends, games and activities, a snack table with so much food she couldn't believe it, and most of all, the bouncy house.

"Go have fun," Jason said, putting Chloé down. She rushed off to her friend's side, and they all went to play.

As Jason went to sit by the other parents, he checked his phone to find a new message from Amira.

Amira:

How's the party at the Daily Planet? I wish I could be there with you all :'(

Jason:

Me too. The party is fine, doll. Chloé is bouncing off in the air as we speak.

Amira:

Good, the more she jumps, the more tired she'll be tonight. Send pictures! Have fun, and thanks, Jay. I owe you 🩷

Jason:

I'll make sure to collect my fee from you tonight.

Will send you pictures by the pound. <3

Jason:

1 new photo!

3 new photos!

Turning off his phone, he started talking with some of the parents. One woman was decked out in so many pearls that she looked like she'd just raided Poseidon's jewelry box.

As the party started to dwindle, Chloé walked over to Jason, dragging her candy bag, which had become too heavy for her to carry behind her.

"Let me hold that for you, and let's get home," Jason said. Holding the candy bag and Chloé's hand, they took the Metropolis City bus back to the apartment.

Once they got home, Chloé's excitement was slowly running out of steam. She yawned profusely. Jason helped her out of her costume, got her changed into her pajamas, tucked her into bed, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Closing the door softly, Jason went to the living room and turned the TV on to watch a movie. He tried to wait until Amira came home, but getting tired himself, he fell asleep.

As she finally got home, Amira smiled, watching a tired Jason listen to his soft snores. Taking her heels off, she went to the bathroom and retrieved her first aid kit. Taking another look at his neck, she applied an ointment, causing Jason to squirm slightly in his sleep.

She applied gauze and some medical tape to his neck, kissing his forehead; looking down, she saw Jason's hand had found its way to her thigh.

"I thought you were asleep," Amira teased, her smile softening as she noticed Jason's brief glance.

"Mmh—I was... waiting for you," Jason murmured sleepily; his voice a weary mumble as he confessed, half in slumber. Taking him by the hand, she moved Jason to her bedroom so he could actually sleep comfortably.

They both changed, Amira into her tank top and shorts and Jason into pajama pants. The second Jason was in bed, he went to sleep again, his snores seeming even louder in the bedroom. Amira snuggled next to him, her hand placed on his chest as she went to sleep.

Endnotes:

I meant to get this out on Halloween but forgot! Well since it's Fall anyways you can read this when you're in spooky mood.

#arkham knight #jason todd #red hood #jasonswh0rre #arkham batman #arkhamverse #dc characters #dc comics #jason todd x reader #jason todd x oc #gotham city #metropolis city

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jasonswh0rre · 8 months ago

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The Psychological Analysis of Tim Drake

☁️ Tim Drake is our winner! The third person to be Robin but the first one to truly lift the mantle this analysis will seek to understand the psyche of none other than Tim Drake

☁️ Warnings: Mental Health content, Trigger for potential trauma, Graphic imagery, Violence

Introduction

Timothy “Tim” Jackson Drake is the third Robin in Batman’s extended family of sidekicks, and unlike his predecessors, he did not stumble into the role by chance. Tim’s story begins with a unique mix of intellect and determination, as he sought out the role of Robin after deducing Batman’s secret identity. Tim grew up in a high-society family, but the emotional detachment of his parents left him craving a purpose, something more fulfilling than the life he led. His analytical mind, combined with his longing to prove himself, drove him to step into the role of Batman’s partner, not out of revenge or tragedy, but out of a sense of duty. However, the burden of being Robin, his complex relationships with Bruce Wayne and the Bat-Family, and the tragedies he faces, lead Tim down a path of emotional suppression, identity crisis, and deep introspection.

Family Background and Upbringing

Tim was born into wealth and privilege, growing up in an upper-class Gotham City family. However, despite his material comforts, Tim’s childhood lacked the emotional warmth and connection typically necessary for healthy development. His parents, Janet and Jack Drake, were often absent, either physically or emotionally, focusing more on their careers and social standing than their son. This lack of attachment likely led to Tim developing an Avoidant Attachment Style—a psychological framework in which individuals avoid emotional closeness to protect themselves from potential rejection or neglect.

During crucial stages of childhood development, Tim was emotionally self-reliant, often left to his own devices. Instead of seeking love and validation from his parents, he directed his energy toward intellectual pursuits and curiosity about the world around him. His analytical mind became his primary coping mechanism, allowing him to suppress his emotional needs while focusing on problem-solving and detective work. This coping mechanism would later define his role as Robin, where his intellect became both his greatest strength and his emotional shield.

Tim’s Role as Robin

Unlike Dick Grayson and Jason Todd, who became Robin through direct intervention from Batman, Tim took it upon himself to become the Dark Knight’s sidekick. After witnessing the deaths of the Flying Graysons as a child, Tim later noticed that the acrobatic moves performed by Nightwing were identical to those of Dick Grayson. Using his keen observational skills and detective work, Tim deduced the identities of both Batman and Robin. His conclusion: Batman needed a Robin to keep him grounded.

Driven by his sense of duty and justice, Tim approached Dick Grayson to persuade him to return as Robin after Jason Todd’s death. When Dick refused, Tim stepped up to take on the role, believing that Batman was becoming too reckless and violent without a partner. Unlike Jason’s fiery nature or Dick’s need for independence, Tim’s motivation to become Robin was rooted in his intellectual understanding of balance—he saw Robin as necessary to Batman’s emotional stability, and thus, Gotham’s safety.

However, despite his success as Robin, Tim struggled with his identity in the shadow of his predecessors. He wasn’t the acrobat that Dick was, nor did he have the rebellious nature that Jason embodied. His struggle to define himself as Robin became an internal battle, one that was only compounded by the eventual appearance of Damian Wayne, Bruce’s biological son, who would later take over the Robin mantle.

Tim’s Relationship with Batman and the Bat-Family

Tim’s relationship with Bruce Wayne is one of respect and admiration. Unlike Jason Todd, who constantly sought Bruce’s approval, or Dick Grayson, who eventually grew into his own man, Tim saw Batman as both a mentor and a necessary component of Gotham’s balance. He respected Bruce’s methods and, more importantly, understood the importance of keeping Bruce grounded. However, Bruce’s emotionally distant nature mirrored the emotional detachment Tim had already experienced with his own parents. As a result, Tim developed a deep intellectual bond with Batman but struggled to connect emotionally.

Bruce recognized Tim’s brilliance, often allowing him to make his own decisions in the field, which gave Tim a sense of autonomy. However, Bruce’s inability to express affection or validation left Tim constantly questioning whether he was truly valued. This emotional gap led Tim to rely more on his own intellect and problem-solving skills, further reinforcing his avoidant attachment style.

Dick Grayson was a figure of admiration for Tim. He idolized the original Robin and modeled much of his crime-fighting style on Dick’s example. Their relationship, though respectful, was marked by Tim’s constant struggle to live up to Dick’s legacy. Jason Todd, on the other hand, represented Tim’s fear of failure. Jason’s tragic death and violent return as Red Hood served as a reminder of the dangers of being Robin and the emotional toll it could take. Despite this, Tim and Jason’s relationship was one of mutual respect, though often tinged with tension.

Damian Wayne posed the greatest challenge to Tim’s self-esteem. As Bruce’s biological son, Damian naturally felt entitled to the Robin mantle, and his superiority complex often clashed with Tim’s intellectual approach. Tim’s eventual acceptance of the Red Robin persona was, in part, a way to step out of Damian’s shadow and carve his own path.

Psychological Trauma and Coping Mechanisms

Tim’s most significant emotional trauma came with the death of his father, Jack Drake, at the hands of Captain Boomerang during the events of Identity Crisis. Losing his father was a pivotal moment for Tim, as it shattered the fragile emotional connection he had built over the years. The loss of his father, compounded by Bruce’s emotional distance, left Tim feeling isolated and emotionally vulnerable.

In response to this trauma, Tim doubled down on his intellectual and detective abilities, using his mind as a shield against the pain of his loss. This emotional suppression became a key coping mechanism for Tim, allowing him to continue functioning as a hero while avoiding the emotional fallout of his father’s death. However, this suppression also prevented him from fully processing his grief, leading to moments of intense emotional breakdowns, particularly when he was alone.

Tim’s decision to become Red Robin after losing the Robin mantle to Damian was another coping mechanism—by taking on a new identity, Tim sought to redefine himself outside of Batman’s shadow. However, this also indicated a deep sense of loss and inadequacy, as Tim struggled to find his place in a world where he was no longer “Robin.”

Attachment Styles and Emotional Suppression

Tim’s Avoidant Attachment Style is a defining feature of his psychological profile. Throughout his life, Tim has consistently avoided emotional intimacy, instead relying on his intellect and problem-solving abilities to navigate the world. This attachment style developed as a result of his emotionally distant upbringing, as well as the emotional detachment he experienced from Bruce Wayne.

Tim’s reliance on his analytical mind is both his greatest strength and his emotional crutch. While it allows him to excel as a detective and strategist, it also prevents him from forming deep emotional bonds. His relationships with the Bat-Family, while respectful and functional, are often distant, as Tim struggles to express his emotions or rely on others for support.

Leadership and Independence

Tim’s role as the leader of the Teen Titans gave him an opportunity to step out of Batman’s shadow and assert his own identity. As a leader, Tim demonstrated remarkable tactical skills and the ability to keep his team focused and organized. However, his leadership was often marked by a sense of emotional distance—while he cared deeply for his teammates, he struggled to express this care in a way that fostered deep emotional bonds.

Tim’s eventual acceptance of the Red Robin mantle was both a declaration of independence and a reflection of his internal struggle. By choosing a new identity, Tim sought to prove that he could stand on his own, separate from Batman. However, this decision was also rooted in his feelings of inadequacy—despite his accomplishments, Tim constantly questioned whether he was truly valued by the people he cared about.

Conclusion and Diagnosis

Tim Drake’s psychological profile is defined by his Avoidant Attachment Style, emotional suppression, and intellectual approach to life. While his analytical mind allows him to excel as a detective and leader, it also prevents him from forming deep emotional connections with others. His struggles with identity, particularly after losing the Robin mantle to Damian Wayne, reflect a deep sense of inadequacy and a need to prove himself.

While Tim does not exhibit the emotional volatility of someone like Jason Todd, his emotional suppression and reliance on intellect suggest possible underlying issues such as mild depressive tendencies or identity disturbance. His journey as Red Robin reflects his desire to carve out his own identity, but also highlights his ongoing struggle with emotional detachment.

Tim Drake is a complex character, defined by his intellect, his sense of duty, and his internal battle to connect with others. His psychological growth, while marked by significant trauma and loss, showcases his resilience and determination to find his place in the world—both as a hero and as an individual.

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jasonswh0rre · 9 months ago

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The Psychological Analysis of The Joker 🃏

☁️ This Analysis will deepen the intricacy of the mind of the clown prince of crime, Joker. This analysis will have dark themes and references of violence. Mental health content will be addressed.

☁️ Authors Notes: I know I know Tim is our winner and I will definitely post his analysis but then I started thinking 🤔 about Joker for some reason idk maybe it's cause of the new Joker movie with Lady Gaga. So I decided to make a psyche analysis on him. This is going over just the Joker comic counterpart not the Joker movie(s).

The Joker represents the worst of humanity—how easily a person can descend into madness when pushed to the edge. His idea that “one bad day” is all it takes to break a person is a powerful reflection of his worldview. This theory connects him to other characters who have experienced profound trauma but chose different paths. In the Joker’s eyes, he is the ultimate truth of what lies within every person: the capacity for chaos, cruelty, and madness when the façade of morality crumbles.

For Batman, this “one bad day” was the murder of his parents. However, Batman’s response was to create order and justice, using his pain as a tool for control. The Joker, on the other hand, sees Batman’s rigidity as a form of denial—an attempt to escape the chaos that defines human existence. The Joker’s obsession with Batman stems from his desire to prove that even the Dark Knight is only one tragedy away from falling into the same abyss. The Joker’s relationship with Batman is not just about chaos versus order; it is a psychological war between two individuals shaped by trauma but who took fundamentally opposite paths. Where Batman strives to protect Gotham from the abyss, the Joker seeks to drag everyone into it.

Superman, particularly in the Injustice universe, is another example of the Joker’s philosophy in action. After the Joker manipulates Superman into killing Lois Lane and their unborn child, Superman snaps, becoming a tyrant and killing the Joker. In this moment, the Joker’s worldview is vindicated—if even the most virtuous man on Earth can be broken by loss, then no one is immune. This act of breaking Superman demonstrates the Joker’s core belief that anyone, given the right push, can fall into darkness.

Jason Todd’s death at the hands of the Joker is another reflection of this theory. Jason, the second Robin, was a brash and impulsive young hero who was brutally murdered by the Joker. His death left a lasting scar on Batman, but more importantly, it became the catalyst for Jason’s transformation into the violent anti-hero, Red Hood. Jason’s resurrection and subsequent rejection of Batman’s non-lethal code show that, in some ways, the Joker succeeded in breaking him. Jason’s “one bad day” was his murder, and while he did not fully become a villain, he embraced methods that brought him closer to the Joker’s worldview than Batman’s. For the Joker, Jason’s transformation is a partial victory—proof that trauma can twist even the best of intentions.

At his core, the Joker is not just an agent of chaos but a reflection of the darker sides of human nature. He embodies the potential for destruction that lies within every person, especially when faced with trauma or loss. His belief in the fragility of morality and sanity is the driving force behind his actions. The Joker wants to prove that order, justice, and morality are nothing more than comforting lies that crumble in the face of true chaos. His laughter, his violence, and his madness are all expressions of his belief that life is random and cruel, and anyone who believes otherwise is fooling themselves.

The more obvious answer when discussing The Joker's mental state would be traits associated with Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD), including a complete lack of empathy, disregard for societal rules, and a propensity for manipulation and violence. He takes pleasure in the suffering of others, not out of personal vendetta but because it supports his belief that chaos is the true nature of the world. His acts of violence are not random; they are usually carefully orchestrated to break the minds of those around him, particularly Batman.

The Joker also displays signs of psychopathy, marked by his emotional detachment and ability to plan elaborate schemes without remorse. He is capable of forming complex relationships, like his manipulative hold over Harley Quinn, but these relationships lack genuine emotional connection. His charm, manipulation, and grandiose sense of self-worth align with the classic symptoms of psychopathy. He views himself as superior to those around him, not because of his intellect or power, but because he believes he has freed himself from the constraints of morality.

While the Joker often claims to be mad, his actions suggest a deeper, more calculated level of control. He is capable of extreme violence, but he is not driven by impulse; rather, his violence is a tool for exposing the hypocrisy of society and the fragility of sanity. This points to a potential diagnosis of nihilistic delusion—the belief that life is meaningless and that morality, justice, and order are illusions. The Joker’s worldview is built on the idea that nothing matters, which allows him to commit horrific acts without guilt or remorse.

Interestingly, the Joker also displays traits commonly associated with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), particularly in his intense and unstable relationship with Batman. The Joker’s obsession with Batman is deeply personal, almost as if his existence depends on their dynamic. He vacillates between wanting to destroy Batman and wanting to prove that they are two sides of the same coin. This fixation suggests a form of identity disturbance, as the Joker seems to define himself in relation to Batman.

The Joker’s lack of a coherent identity is another key aspect of his psychological makeup. His origin story is shrouded in mystery, and he frequently contradicts himself when discussing his past. This lack of a stable identity is symbolic of his belief that life is chaotic and meaningless. He refuses to define himself, embracing the chaos of existence in the same way he embraces violence and anarchy. This fluidity in his sense of self may point to identity disturbance, a trait often associated with personality disorders like BPD.

Ultimately, the Joker represents the worst of humanity—he is the embodiment of what happens when someone fully embraces chaos, nihilism, and madness. His philosophy that “one bad day” can break even the strongest person is a direct challenge to the moral structures that society holds dear. For the Joker, life is a cruel joke, and he is its punchline. His psychological profile reflects this belief: a man without empathy, without remorse, and without a stable sense of identity. He is both a psychopath and a symbol of the darkest aspects of human nature, reminding us that beneath the surface, we are all just one tragedy away from becoming like him.

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jasonswh0rre · 9 months ago

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I was reading over my psych analysis on Jason now I'm kinda motivated to make another analysis of someone else from the Bat-Family.

Only thing, I've never actually read a comic book before most of what I know is through videos about characters origins so if there is a specific comic on someone from the Bat Family I should check out and read to make commentary on let me know!

#jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #barbara gordon #jasonswh0rre #dc characters #batman family #psychology #psychological analysis #tumblr polls

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jasonswh0rre · 10 months ago

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Happy Birthday Jason

Jason Todd x OC

Main Characters: Amira Thorne (OC), Jason Todd, Chloé Todd (OC child)

🧁 Synopsis: On his birthday, Jason Todd reflects on his turbulent past and the peace he's found with his family. Amidst a simple celebration with Amira and Chloé, he confronts his emotions and embraces the future.

🧁 Authors Note:

I forgot Jason's birthday is August 16! Go Leos 🦁.

The evening sky over Metropolis was tinged with the last hues of orange and pink, slowly giving way to the deep blues of night. The city’s lights blinked on, one by one, as the streets filled with the usual hustle of evening commuters. Jason Todd stood on the small balcony of the apartment he shared with Amira and their daughter Chloé, staring out at the city with a cigarette dangling from his lips. He hadn’t lit it—he was trying to quit—but just holding it there seemed to take the edge off.

Today was his birthday. Another year survived. Another year further from the Jason he used to be, and yet, somehow, another year closer to being the man he wanted to be. He still felt the weight of the past clinging to him, like chains he couldn’t quite shake off, but being here, with Amira and Chloé, made those chains a little lighter.

He felt Amira’s presence before he saw her, the subtle scent of her perfume carried on the breeze. She stepped out onto the balcony, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders to ward off the cool evening air. She didn’t say anything at first, just leaned against the railing beside him, her eyes following his gaze out to the city.

“Penny for your thoughts?” she finally asked, her voice soft and full of that quiet concern she always had for him.

Jason sighed, taking the unlit cigarette from his mouth and tossing it onto the small table beside him. “Just thinking about how different things are now. Never thought I’d make it this far, let alone have a family. Sometimes it still feels like I’m living someone else’s life.”

Amira reached out, taking his hand in hers, her touch grounding him in the present. “You deserve this, Jay. You’ve been through hell and back, but you’re here now. With us. That’s all that matters.”

Jason squeezed her hand, his heart swelling with a mixture of love and guilt. She made it sound so simple, but he knew it wasn’t. The scars he carried—both physical and emotional—would never fully heal. He’d never be able to erase the things he’d done, the things that had been done to him. But being with Amira, seeing the way Chloé’s eyes lit up when she saw him, it made the darkness a little more bearable.

“I know,” he said quietly. “It’s just… birthdays were never really a thing for me. Not after… everything. It’s hard to celebrate when it feels like I’ve got so much blood on my hands.”

Amira turned to him, her eyes full of that fierce love he still couldn’t quite believe he deserved. “Today isn’t about what you’ve done, Jason. It’s about who you are now. The man who’s here, alive, and trying his best to be better. For himself, for us. That’s worth celebrating.”

Jason looked at her, really looked at her, and felt something inside him loosen. He didn’t need to be perfect. He didn’t need to be a hero. He just needed to be here, to be present, to keep trying. And that was enough.

“Okay,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “You’re right. Let’s celebrate.”

Amira smiled, that soft, knowing smile that made him feel like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. She leaned up and kissed him, her lips warm and familiar against his, and for a moment, all the weight he carried seemed to melt away.

“Come inside,” she whispered against his lips. “Chloé’s been waiting all day to show you something.”

Jason followed her inside, the warmth of the apartment a stark contrast to the cool evening air. Chloé was waiting in the living room, a big, excited grin on her face. She was holding something behind her back, bouncing on her toes with barely-contained excitement.

“Daddy!” she squealed, running up to him as soon as he stepped inside. “Close your eyes! I have a surprise!”

Jason chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Alright, alright. Eyes are closed.”

He felt her small hands tugging him over to the couch, guiding him to sit down. There was a rustling of paper, the sound of Amira’s soft laughter, and then Chloé’s voice, full of anticipation.

“Okay, open your eyes!”

Jason opened his eyes and saw Chloé holding out a homemade card, the front decorated with stickers and colorful drawings. In the center was a lopsided heart with the words “Happy Birthday, Daddy!” scrawled inside in her childish handwriting.

He took the card, his heart swelling with a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time. “You made this for me?”

Chloé nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with pride. “Mommy helped a little, but I did most of it! Do you like it?”

Jason looked at the card, then at his daughter’s beaming face, and felt a lump form in his throat. “I love it, kiddo. It’s perfect.”

Chloé threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, and Jason closed his eyes, holding her close. This—this was what he’d fought for, what he’d clawed his way out of hell for. Not revenge, not justice, but this—his family, his life, his second chance.

After a few moments, Amira joined them on the couch, a small cake in her hands. It was simple, nothing fancy, but it was homemade, and that made it better than any store-bought cake could ever be. She set it on the coffee table in front of them, lighting the single candle on top.

“Make a wish, Jay,” she said softly.

Jason stared at the flickering candle, the soft glow illuminating the faces of the two people he loved most in the world. He thought about all the things he could wish for, all the things he wanted, but in the end, he realized he didn’t need to wish for anything. He already had everything he needed, right here.

He blew out the candle, his wish unspoken, but held in his heart. Then he turned to Amira and Chloé, smiling—a real, genuine smile, the kind that had been rare for so long.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”

Amira leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “We’re just glad you’re here, Jason. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”

As they sat together, sharing cake and stories, Jason felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time—hope. It wasn’t a grand, earth-shattering feeling. It was quiet, subtle, like the first light of dawn after a long, dark night. But it was there, and it was enough.

And as the night wore on, as Chloé eventually fell asleep in his arms and Amira curled up beside him, Jason realized that this—this was what life was supposed to be. It wasn’t about the past, or the pain, or the things he couldn’t change. It was about moments like this, about love, about family. And for the first time in a long time, Jason Todd felt at peace.

End Notes:

Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it! ❤️

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jasonswh0rre · 11 months ago

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The Batboys really aren't good at expressing themselves

Poor Jason.

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jasonswh0rre · 1 year ago

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Girl Dad! Jason Todd pt. 2

( I'm on a serotonin boost )

🧸 Send me the dental bill for the tooth-rotting fluff

⭐️ Tea Parties 🫖:

Despite his "bad boy" exterior there isn't a snowball's chance in hell that he would ever say no to his daughter. I can see Jason sitting with his knees tightly together around a pink table sipping from his tea cup having a very serious discussion with Sir Cuddleton III and cookie preferences with his daughter. Teddy bear delegations are very hard on an empty stomach.

⭐️ Fashion Show 👗:

Jason would allow his daughter to dress him up anyway she sees fit even if that means wearing a feather boa, tiara, and messy glittery eyeshadow—anything to make her happy.

⭐️ Bedtime Stories:

Every night Jason would read a book, but they wouldn't just be your typical fairytale story. Stories that involve adventure with brave heroes

⭐️ By night a vigilante, by day a videographer 🩰:

Ohmygosh! Jason would be the ultimate ballet dad, he would learn how to do hair to pull his daughters hair in the perfect bun exactly how she'd want it. During recitals, he would sit in the front row recording the whole thing from his phone and would always bring a bouquet of flowers to tell her how amazing she did.

⭐️ At the Aquarium 🐳:

Jason would enjoy the tranquility of the aquarium but he'd definitely enjoy teaching his daughter about the many fishes that live under the sea. Definitely took a photo op picture and now keeps it on his person.

⭐️ Surprise for Mommy 💐:

They'd start the day with a breakfast in bed, Jason holding the pan still so his daughter could flip the pancakes. For the gift well the best kind of gift is memories so Jason would help his daughter create a memory box. Momentos that hold personal memories: photos, jewelry, letters or anything else special. Then the night ends with a special dinner all three as a family.

⭐️ Dedicated Caregiver 🩺:

In caring for his sick daughter Jason wouldn't take any chances and would immediately see a doctor about his child's health. He would use a mix of medication prescribed by a doctor and home remedies he's learned. Jason would make a really tasty soup (a recipe he probably learned from Alfred)

⭐️ Tantrums 😠:

Before reacting, he'd listen first and encourage her to tell him what's making her upset, if she's able to articulate it. Understanding from his own experiences of anger and frustration he would definitely validate her emotions. Listening and hearing her before he speaks, he wouldn't stand when talking he'd crouch down and make sure they're at eye level with each other after all this is his daughter, not his subordinate.

⭐️ Daddy! Buy me North Korea 💎:

Jason has his moments of spoiling his daughter rotten but I think it would be because he's spent so long without that he wouldn't want that for his child. Whether that be with clothes, the latest toys, special events like a play or musical, theme parks, or accessories he is always going to make sure that his daughter has enough.

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jasonswh0rre · 1 year ago

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The Perfect Jason Todd

AK Face

GK Body

WFA Personality

UtRH Fighting Style

I'll take a plate a chocolate chip cookies as a thank you

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jasonswh0rre · 1 year ago

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I was watching Jason Todd clips as I normally do and then something dawned on me, I was like "hmm you know what Jason kinda looks like Sterling Archer" now I think I ruined my perception of faces because every time I watch Arkham Jason clips I'm thinking about Archer and anytime I watch Archer I'm thinking about Jason.

But seriously tell me I'm right they look so identical it's uncanny.

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jasonswh0rre · 1 year ago

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// OC Dossier

Universe: Batman Arkhamverse

Full Name: Amira Mae Leigh Thorne

Age: 26

Alias(es): Doll, Mama, Miss Thorne, Nurse Thorne

Occupation: Receptionist (currently)

Gotham General Nurse (formerly)

Height: 5'11" (181 cm)

Hair: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Background

Amira Mae Leigh Thorne was born into the affluent Thorne family in Gotham City, her father being a prominent CEO. From an early age, Amira exhibited a profound empathy and kindness that set her apart from most other peers. Her privileged upbringing provided her with a top notch education and exposure to various social circles, yet she still managed to stay grounded often volunteering in local charities.

During her adolescence, Amira encountered Jason Todd, who was then a troubled youth newly taken in by Bruce Wayne. She became one of his first friends in Gotham's elite, offering him a glimpse into a less violent and gritty life that he was accustomed too. Their friendship deepened over time, marked by shared secrets and budding, yet unspoken, affection.

Despite her comfortable life, Amira was driven by a desire to contribute meaningfully to society. Her path took an unexpected turn when she volunteered for a medical mission in Venezuela. It was there, amidst political turmoil and social unrest, that she inadvertently became involved with a local militia. During a harrowing encounter at a remote military base, she discovered that the enigmatic leader of the militia was none other than Jason Todd, now known as the Arkham Knight. This revelation shocked her but also rekindled old feelings.

Torn between her past and the stark realities of her present, Amira navigated her complex relationship with Jason, whose own journey had darkened considerably. As she tended to the wounded, her resolve to heal and protect life only strengthened, even in the face of mounting dangers.

The situation escalated when Amira became pregnant with Jason's child, leading to a critical decision to leave Venezuela. She returned to Gotham, only to find herself amidst the chaos of the Arkham Knight incident. In the aftermath, seeking stability for her newborn daughter, Chloé, Amira relocated to Metropolis. Here, she took a position as a receptionist at Wayne Enterprises, a job that, unbeknownst to her, was arranged by Bruce Wayne as a means of providing discreet support and keeping her under subtle surveillance due to her ties with Jason.

Psychological Profile

Amira's career choice as a nurse is a testament to her nurturing nature and her desire to care for others. This empathy is not just limited to her professional life; it extends to her personal interactions, where she often acts as a mediator and a confidante. Her ability to connect with individuals from diverse backgrounds, including Jason Todd, speaks to her strong interpersonal skills and genuine warmth.

Complex Relationship Dynamics:

Amira’s psychological profile is heavily influenced by her relationships, particularly with Jason Todd. Her interactions with Jason are marked by a deep emotional connection tempered by a realistic assessment of his transformation into the Arkham Knight. Her loyalty to Jason is strong but not blind; she struggles with the moral implications of his actions and her own role in his life. This internal conflict suggests a high level of self-awareness and moral reasoning.

Potential Vulnerabilities:

Her strong emotional ties, particularly to her daughter Chloé and Jason, are potential vulnerabilities. These relationships could be leveraged against her, influencing her decisions under duress. Furthermore, her visible position at Wayne Enterprises and her past affiliations with high-profile figures like Jason Todd make her a target for those seeking to exploit or harm her for their own ends.

Strategic Usefulness:

While Amira poses no direct threat, her close connections and insider knowledge of Jason Todd’s operations and psyche make her a valuable source of information. Her influence over Jason could potentially be used to sway his actions, making her a pivotal figure in any strategic operations involving him.

Prepared by: Batman

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jasonswh0rre · 1 year ago

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When DC thinks Jason's been happy for too long:

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jasonswh0rre · 1 year ago

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Heal What Has Been Hurt

AK! Jason Todd x OC

Pairings/Characters:

Main Characters: Jason Todd (Arkham Knight), Amira (OC)

Setting:

Arkhamverse (Batman Arkham Games)

Warnings:

Alcohol Use

Emotional Distress

Mental Health Issues (Depictions of trauma and PTSD)

Violence and Past Abuse (Mentions of torture and scars)

Rating:

PG-13

Summary:

In the aftermath of his alliance with villains like Scarecrow and Deathstroke, Jason Todd grapples with the weight of his actions and their consequences on those he loves. At a secluded safe house, he confronts his emotional turmoil and reveals his deepest secrets to Amira. Together, they navigate a path through betrayal, hidden truths, and the harsh realities of Jason's past actions and current crises.

Author's Note:

On Thomas and Martha Wayne's grave I will post the x reader story. But in the meantime, here is an OC storyline that I wrote

"We can fix this together," Batman said. Jason thought those words to himself. Speeding on his motorcycle, he rode to a safe house on the outskirts of Gotham. He kept Amira there, guarded by two of his militia, aware of the danger but still very much dependent on Amira's presence.

"Sir?" One of his militiamen said

"Leave. You're relieved of your post," Jason replied. The two men nodded and left their station. Jason entered the safe house and ensured it looked like a natural home, keeping Amira safe and none the wiser about what was happening.

He walked to the fridge, taking a beer bottle out. Looking at the bottle, he angrily threw it across the room. Hearing the noise, Amira left the bedroom. She watched Jason drink a beer with four empty beer bottles beside him. His hand squeezed on the bottle so tight that his knuckles turned white. He was swaying slightly, and his eyes were red.

"Jason?" Amira called out, her voice barely a whisper. He stared at her, mouth slightly agape, nose red, eyes bloodshot. The tears were like an overflowing dam had burst. Amira treaded carefully towards him. Jason rushed into Amira's arms, arms wrapped tightly around her waist. He cried profusely in her arms. Amira was taken aback, but noticing his struggle, she rubbed on his back, consoling him.

"I'm sorry I brought you into this; I'm sorry for everything," Jason cried; his breathing was erratic as he was crying.

"Jason—" Amira couldn't understand what Jason was saying. Before she could ask for clarification, he pushed her off him, grabbing another beer and downing it. Grabbing his sixth beer, Amira held his hand. She tried to grab the bottle from him, but Jason's grip was iron-shut.

Jason watched her; his eyes were glazed over. He loosened his grip, and Amira put the bottle away.

"I don't know what to do– I don't know how to feel," Jason confessed, sniffing his nose; Amira wiped the tears from his eyes, which only caused Jason to cry more as he leaned into her touch.

"Tell me what you feel now?" Amira asked, putting her head on top of Jason's. Their foreheads touched as she placed her hand over his heart.

"Angry, confused– and sad, I feel... lost," Jason said; he put his hand on Amira's, his breaths easing in a gentle rhythm.

"Okay, tell me what's making you feel this way,"

"I did a lot of bad things. If I tell you you're going to leave," Jason said; Amira got closer to Jason, her body pressed against him as she kissed his lips.

"When I saw you in Venezuela, you asked me to stay with you. It was like I had a whole world I didn't know existed back in my life; whatever it is, I'm gonna stay," Amira said

So he told her everything, his alliance with Scarecrow and Deathstroke, the real reason for the militia, the cloudburst, why Amira and Chloé were kept in this safe house, and his devotion to killing Batman. Even telling her bits and pieces of his torture caused by the Joker. Amira listened, and she listened intently; she did step away slightly from him for a moment, understandably seething from anger. Jason picked up the beer bottle and drank it as Amira paced along the living room; he attempted to follow her and tried holding Amira's hand, standing still when Amira flinched it away.

"You put me and Chloé in danger!"

"I know,"

"You– nearly destroyed the city!"

"I... I know,"

"You—You planned it the whole time. You were planning when we were in Venezuela, and I was pregnant. I thought I was helping when you had me working in the medic; I taught them life-saving techniques!" Amira ranted. By the time she finished, her anger had receded. She was tired of the lies, but she also saw how much pain Jason had gone through himself. He started to remove his armor, baring his body.

She had only seen Jason naked a handful of times, and it still made her stomach turn to look at him; there were scars all over his body, the bruises were all around, raised against his skin like unintelligible braille, and there were stitches on his chest and stomach.

"It looks like a buckshot wound," Amira thought. She approached Jason, who turned his back from her, leaning against the kitchen island, holding his head, and swaying.

"I'll transfer enough funds into your account, take Chloé and get out of here," He said

"Even his back looks worse for wear," his spine was slightly contorted, and his back and shoulders looked tight and tense; walking behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her head on his back.

"I told you– I won't leave you. No more lies, though," Amira said. Jason was silent, but he touched Amira's hand, recognizing her loyalty to him even if he didn't feel like he deserved it right now.

"Scarecrow will unmask him; he wants the world to see Bruce Wayne," he said; his voice was indifferent, with no indication of what he may have been thinking.

"You should help him," Amira added; she wrapped her arms around Jason's waist a little tighter, resting her head on his back.

Jason thought about it. Turning around in Amira's arms, he lifted her up in a bridal way and carried her to the bed, tucking her in and kissing her forehead. Jason then turned to the cradle. Chloé was sound asleep. He grazed her cheek with his finger, eliciting a small coo from the infant.

Jason yelled at Bruce that he didn't deserve friends or people who loved him, but he was starting to think he didn't deserve that either. He fixed his red helmet and made a new symbol for himself on his uniform. Jason thought about what Amira had suggested, eyebrows furrowed and conflicted. He put his helmet on and left the safe house.

Making his way to Arkham Asylum.

End Notes:

Thank you for reading Heal What Has Been Hurts. As well as your likes, comments, and shares.

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