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[kayrl]

Jason being immortal but it’s kinda like Klaus from the umbrella academy in the sense that he doesn’t fucking realise that he’s immortal. Damian is the only one who knows and it’s been pissing him off for YEARS that Jason won’t get with the fucking program.

the thing is, Jason never questioned what exactly woke him up back in that coffin. he was slightly distracted by dealing with the wood and dirt attempting to suffocate him back beyond the grave, and once he’d gotten free and was wandering around Gotham, he didn’t have the presence of mind to much but zombie-walk around until the league found him. after that? well he was too busy with training, annoying Ra’s, helping raise Damian, and just overall getting used to life without being Robin to think about the fact that he’d come back to life at one point.

Damian, on the other hand, clocked that Jason was immortal as a toddler when he watch his new older brother accidentally fall off a cliff during a ‘nature hike’ that was actually endurance training that Damian had been allowed to attend from a chest harness that, luckily, he hadn’t been inside of during the fall. he peered off the edge of the stomach clenching drop, sharp spikes littering the bottom, to see Jason un-skewer his shoulder from a rock and stand up to crack his neck, before casually calling up that he was fine and it was ‘just a little fall’. little Damian called bullshit.

things continued like that the entire time Jason spent at the league, and it pissed Damian off to no end that Jason kept walking off fatal injuries and absolutely REFUSE to believe that they were fatal. ‘i just have a high pain tolerance.’ ‘you got shot in the neck, ahki.’ ‘it skimmed me.’ ‘YOU DIED.’ ‘stop making up stories, demon brat.’ it’s driving the kid insane. the worst thing is he can’t even tell anyone else for fear that Ra’s gets a hold of the realisation and decides to use Jason in his research for finding better ways to prolong his lifespan.

Jason, bursting into Damian’s room in the early morning, spurting blood from an arrow wound to the chest: Dami- Dami- u- argk-

Damian, half asleep, watching blankly from bed as his brother bleeds out on his floor:

Damian:

Damian: *deep sigh*

-twenty minutes later, Jason wakes up on Damian’s floor completely healed-

Jason: …

Damian:

Jason: wow, sorry Dames, guess i drank too much last night and blacked out. didn’t mean to crash here.

Damian, unimpressed and holding an arrow: grandfather says you stopped an assasination attempt on my mother.

Jason: haha yeah, craaaazy night

Damian: get out.

Jason: -getting out.

eventually Damian heads to Gotham and, of course, his overprotective immortal brother follows soon after with the mission of building a crime empire, killing a clown, pissing of the fourth Robin at any opportunity, and infuriating the fuck out of Bruce Wayne. after a while the Red Hood gets his identity reveal, and gradual tentative truce, and Damian gets both of his families to be more or less on ok terms for once.

the issue is Jason is still really bad at staying alive. and the rest of the family is kind of sensitive to that specific thing. and Damian’s apathy is not appreciated. it takes them a while to figure everything out.

~

*all four batboys are captured by a rogue, Bruce on his way but they need to stall*

Rogue: and now, you will have to pick amongst yourselves who will DIE!

Jason and Dick, instantly: ME!

Damian, dryly: Red Hood.

Dick: ITS GOTTA BE M- Robin what the fuck

Damian: *shrugs*

Jason, so used to Damian being weirdly ok with his more dangerous activities he’s not even offended: YEAH SHOOT ME. I CAN TAKE IT!

Tim: no he can’t, don’t shoot him!

Damian: no, shoot him.

Tim and Dick: ROBIN!

Jason: bite me non-believers, i’m getting shot today-!

Damian: please do it quickly so he shuts up.

Rogue:

Rogue:

Rogue: the others told me the new Robin was fucked up but like i didn’t realise exactly how much-

~

Tim: me and Damian didn’t really get off on the right foot, on account of he kept trying to kill me.

Jason: ? so? that’s just what he does when you piss him off. he tries to kill me all the time.

Tim: ?

Jason: i called him a wanker last week so he shoved me off a building with no grapple. luckily the garbage can broke my fall and saved me haha!

Tim: ???

Damian, fully never wanted Tim dead and was instead so used to never having to worry about hurting Jason that he forgot that murder was actually fatal to his other brothers: yeah that’s my bad, Drake. it was instinct.

~

*Bruce walks into the batcave to see Jason, gunshot in his forehead, laying obviously deceased on the ground with Damian stood over him, nudging him with his foot and holding a gun.*

Bruce: oh my- oh my god, Jaylad no please-!

Damian: in my defence he told me the safety was off.

Bruce, crying: JASON PLEASE NOT AGAIN-

Damian: just give him like ten minutes

Bruce: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT- OH MY GOD HIS BRAIN’S ON THE BATCOMPUTER

Damian: again, not my fault.

Dick walking in: hey whats all the noi- LITTLEWING?!?!!

-

*ten minutes later, the family is sobbing and Damian is tapping his foot impatiently*

Jason: wooaaaaah, headache. …is everything ok?

Everyone else, devastatingly shocked:

Damian: i shot you in the head and you died again. they panicked.

Jason: ha-ha, funny as always brat. what’d you do, hit me with the butt of the gun or something?

Damian, turning to the others: it is a miracle he ever managed to get his GED.

[kayrl]

On the idea of Jason and Damian knowing each other in the league and Jason teaching Damian and adding the whole idea of all the robins responding to “robin, report”:

Jason absolutely used those little call backs they use in elementary schools, like “1 2 3 all eyes on me!”

So please picture some situation, maybe Damian is arguing with someone and it’s getting way too heated, Jason just tells “hocus pocus” and Damian immediately “everybody focus” and he’s so mortified he just stops and blue screens

ok no i need to talk about this because it’s fucking genius and has opened my eyes to something that i need discussed more.

because if Jason was Damian’s tutor when they were in the league together, then he was Damian’s protector/teacher/authority figure when Damian was what. seven? six? eight? however you fuck with the timeline to make your au, it would be between 5-10 at least. that means that teaching wise, Jason wouldn’t have just been his combat tutor, he would have been Damian’s equivalent of a fucking elementary school teacher (primary school for brits) which has got to be one of the fucking MOST GOD TIER THINGS- i’m now just remembering back to my primary school days and thinking about how that could have gone for Damian and Jason.

-you are right, Jason 100% would use those callbacks constantly. growing up on the streets he was probably well used to having to corral groups of other little street kids anyway; he knows the drill when it comes to keeping little ones attention on him when it’s needed, and Damian is no different.

-my teacher used to whistle really loud and then go ‘back to the centre!’ when she wanted our class to come and sit on the floor in front of her while she spoke, so i’m now thinking that Jason probably has a specific whistle that he’s conditioned Damian to respond to. doesn’t matter where they are or what Damian’s doing, if he hears that whistle he instantly wanders over and plops down criss-cross apple sauce at Jason’s feet. one time Jason instinctively did it when he needed to point something out in the cave while they were both working on the same case and neither of them realised how odd it looked until after Jason said ‘ok you can go now,’ and Damian stood up to go back to whatever he was doing only to turn around and see Tim and Dick staring at them with the most baffled faces possible.

-after they were finished with training Jason used to get Damian to help him clean up the training grounds by setting a timer for a minute and challenging him to see how much he could get done before it went off. if the area was completely cleared when the time was up Damian got a treat. now whenever Damian’s being difficult and won’t help Bruce clean up the cave Jason just has to start counting down from 60 and Damian instantly starts rushing to clean as fast as he can.

-Jason totally has gold star stickers. Damian thinks they’re the most precious thing in the world. both Bruce and Dick have tried to buy their own stickers to reward Damian for good behaviour but Damian does not care. they’re only precious if they came directly from Jason’s LOA inscribed wooden box that he keeps in his desk. Bruce wouldn’t mind if it weren’t for the fact that Jason keeps giving Damian stickers every time the kid comes up with an insult towards either Bruce or Tim that Jason decides is ‘particularly well placed’.

-Damian is mortified that all of these things have stuck within their relationship even though they’re now in Gotham. despite his hatred for it, however, he still instinctively views Jason as the teacher in his life. Bruce is absolutely devastated every time he painstakingly takes the time to teach Damian a new fighting move only watch Damian instantly cross across the cave to Jason’s side and ask that Jason ‘show me how to actually do it’ because he truly does have that childlike belief that as the teacher, Jason will know it better.

Bruce, watching Damian tug on Jason’s sleeve: …i used to be important.

Tim, biting into an apple: d’ya think we could get him to put Damian in time out?

Dick: i actually have seen him do that. Dami refused to stop training while Jason was talking to him so he made Dami sit in a corner for twenty minutes.

Tim:

Tim: incredible.

Bruce: i used to be a father.

Dick: *pats Bruce on the shoulder*

[kayrl]

i've been thinking about omega jason for a while now. specifically why he'd be an omega.

jason was TINY before his dip in the lazarus pit. his death certificate says 4'6" and 87 lbs (137 cm & 39,5 kg) which at 15yo is very, very fucking small.

and then after lazarus pit he's now 6' and 225 lbs (183 cm & 111 kg). so that's a big difference from what is hinted to be an adjustment of his stunted growth because of malnutrition in his early childhood.

but back to omegaverse, now i normally don't really like the whole omega = small, alpha = big, because that's fucking boring and very heteronormative. BUT let's say that because of that course correction the pit did on his build would indicate that jason was supposed to be an alpha.

so what if, in an omegaverse au, because of his malnutrition, because of how he grew up, his biology changed. knew he no longer would be able to grow into that big ass alpha that his genes promised and instead decided to develop the more latent omega genes and after he begins to find a place at the manor to feels safe, a place where his body feels like he would be able to present in, he goes into heat not long before he dies. maybe he only has that one presenting heat and not really finding his footing with his secondary gender before he dies.

and then he comes back, the superboy prime punch, and then the wandering on the streets before talia finds him, and it would make sense if he didn't have any heats in that period because of the heightened stress his body was going through so he's not producing a lot of scent pheromones and omega hormones.

when he comes to himself after the lazarus pit, and his body starts to adjust to his new growth spurt, focusing his energy on that and still not producing any of those obvious omega pheromones and hormones and talia never learnt his dynamic before he died. (maybe bruce didn't know, maybe he did and just didn't tell who knows)

and if we go with the whole body not going into season when it seems like it's not safe. his years training with all of those expert teachers of how to kill ect he wouldn't get a heat.

just jason thinking he lost his secondary gender when he died, and not finding it important because there's nothing indicating he'll ever go into heat again. maybe it was just a fluke that first time?

and he comes back to gotham, and he has his showdown with bruce and it goes to shit. but then it starts to settle and jason starts to find a footing and places he feels safe in, finds teams he can count on.

with that his body starts producing those hormones again, people around him starts to notice a change in his scent, but jason doesn't notice how they also change with that pheromone change from him.

until one day where he is at that one safehouse, that's more home than the others and bam he's in heat and he has only experienced that once before, it's been a lifetime and many years since he was holed up in his room in the manor and had alfred making sure he had food and water and a hotpack for the cramps and for a short moment he panics. wants to reach out and call alfred, ask for help, but isn't sure if he'd get it

idk i have a lot of feelings about omega jason. and i think there's so many interesting ways to explore omegaverse and the way it can function through omega jason.

(also because i love them, dick coming to see if jason can help with a case and instead discovers his little wing sweating profusely and curled up and he can't not help out. he's not ready for all of those heat pheromones, but he takes it in stride and decides to work through how jason is apparently an omega later and instead just makes sure that jason is hydrated and takes care of him until jason is lucid enough to be embarrassed and kicks him out)

[kayrl]

so originally Jason was buried in Gotham Cemetery, which i think makes his whole ‘disorientatedly breaking out of his own grave’ thing so much funnier. because like. that’s a public graveyard. there’s probably walkways going through it that people take to get to work or school every day. and i know a lot of people retcon that with the excuse of the loa cleaning up the broken grave so that they can keep Jason away from Bruce, but what if they just. didn’t?

Gotham is a fucked up place, and the people that live there are so used to it by now. they don’t bat an eye at the vigilantes, the fear gas, the clowns-, they have been desensitised to the weird and unexplainable. so i imagine with the fact that Bruce Wayne’s dead son’s gravesite suddenly becoming the CLEAR location of a broken out corpse, with the scratch marks on the inside of a burrowed out coffin, mud and dirt bursting up in the way that could only happen if something was emerging from below, the probably muddy footsteps leading away, not to, away from, the grave…

what i’m saying is the general public of Gotham are probably well fucking aware that there’s a zombie Jason Todd walking around somewhere, and they’ve all just collectively decided to mind their own fucking business.

there’s no new zombie-rogues, no people being eaten, and after a week or so the caretaker of the cemetery sighed and filled in the mess anyway, so nobody really thinks to mention it. of course, the Waynes are too overwhelmed by grief to ever go to Jason’s grave, and people are too scared to bring up such a sensitive subject with them, so it gets to the point where literally everyone in Gotham knows that Jason is probably alive…. but his family.

Jason comes back to Gotham as Red Hood and he doesn’t even try to have a secret identity as a civilian. nobody fucking cares. he just gets an apartment and starts walking around during the day and everyone who recognises him as Jason is just like ‘heyy! glad to see you back man, we were wondering where you’d popped off to!’. literally nobody gives a shit.

(Tim knows. he used to walk through that graveyard to get home from school, he’s known from the beginning. he knows that whatever Jason’s staying away for is his own business, and to be honest he really didn’t want to be the messenger for that particular shitstorm of information. politely, he will not be touching that with a ten foot pole.)

(Damian knew before he even came to Gotham. quite frankly, his opinion on his father dropped astronomically when he found out his English teacher knew of his brother’s residence in Crime Alley and Bruce didn’t. it’s more entertaining for him to just sit back and watch anyway. he too, refuses to say shit.)

Eventually the news reaches the upper side of Gotham, who all immediately assume that if Jason’s walking around again then the Wayne’s must of course be aware of it, so they never think to bring it up then, either. but Jason Todd-Wayne is back, and there’s always been a special fondness for that cute little street kid who nervously started getting brought along to galas and tried his absolute best to fit in and be polite, even if half the time he ended up fucking around with Dick or that Drake kid in the corner to pass the time. so if he’s back, then the elites all immediately assume that he is once again going to be a part of higher Gotham society.

so Jason Todd, secretly the Red Hood Jason Todd, hiding from his family Jason Todd, living in a shitty apartment safe house with two pieces of furniture and a lot of swords Jason Todd, starts getting invites to high-end events from all the city elites. he doesn’t even know how they got his address.

but well, he was free that evening… and he couldn’t deny that it might be a little bit funny…

his identity reveal ends up being much less explosive than originally planned, but it sure is entertaining. at least for him. Damian and Tim looked positively suicidal the whole night.

[kayrl]

Damian gets sick for the first time after going to the manor and immediately reverts to the sad little kid that he used to be whenever he got sick back at the loa, complete with sniffles and wanting his big brother to comfort him.

-

Eyes welling up slightly, Damian sniffed before shuffling forward and pushing the bedroom door open, letting light from the hall spill across the room, illuminating where Jason was passed out across the bed, star-fishing on his stomach and half covered by a blanket. Sniffing again through his blocked nose, he raised a fist to scrub at his tired eyes and opened his mouth.

He coughed pathetically. “Todd. Todd.”

Jason shifted in his sleep, but did not wake. A whine slipped out of Damian’s throat.

“To-odd,” He coughed again. “Wake up.”

Jason’s eyes pressed together tighter as he gradually came to consciousness, immediately rejecting the light pressing against his closed eyelids before he cracked them open, squinting in confusion. “…What…. Dami..?”

“Todd.” He demanded. Jason woke up properly this time, blinking rapidly to get used to the light and lifting his head slightly, staring at the younger in pure bafflement. Damian sniffed again, looking at the floor as he continued, “I threw up…” Another sniff, and he wiped his nose on his pyjama sleeve. “I require assistance.”

Jason’s mouth dropped open. It shut again, before opening, and then seeming to flap open and shut a few more times before he finally settled on asking, cluelessly, “…Where’d you throw up?”

“Next to my bed.”

Eyes narrowed in even more incredulity. “Y-your bed at the manor?”

He nodded his head sadly, and Jason let his head faceplant back into his pillow.

Muffled, barely audible, Damian heard; “You threw up at the manor and decided to come to Crime Alley to tell me about it?!”

Damian hiccuped, nodding his head even though Jason couldn’t see it. Eyes becoming wet again, he whined indignantly, “I wanted Ahki!”

Jason groaned loudly. After a moment, he thumped the mattress next to his head in frustration before resignedly pushing himself up and getting to his feet.

“You’re damn lucky you’re fucking cute, habibi.” He muttered tiredly, reaching over to grab one of Damian’s slightly sweaty hands as he walked past, heading straight to the front door of his safehouse. “Come on then.”

Damian sniffed miserably, nodding as he walked with his brother.

-

and that was how Bruce found out that 1: Damian was sick, and 2: Jason fucking Todd was still alive and in Gotham

going to get a glass of water at 3AM to find Damian stood in his bedroom’s doorway, watching Jason, who was wearing nothing but a pair of sweats, knelt on Damian’s bedroom floor with a bunch of cleaning supplies, faithfully cleaning up Bruce’s youngest son’s vomit.

“What.”

Jason glanced up at him, rinsing a rag in the tub of water next to him. “Yeah, yeah, I fucking know. Look B-, kid has the flu. It’s three AM. Can you just go get a bowl to put by his bed and leave this reunion shit for tomorrow?”

Jaw dropped, Bruce glanced down at his youngest, who scuffed his feet and hiccuped again.

“I don’t feel well…” He borderline whispered, sniffing. “I wanted Ahki.”

“I’m here kiddo,” Jason sighed, scrubbing the carpet. “Let me finish this and then I’ll make tea and read to you, alright?”

Damian nodded pathetically. Bruce blinked. It was too early for this.

“Which bowl should I get…?”

[kayrl]

it’s so funny to me that in a lot of fics after Tim’s parents die and he’s adopted and moved into Wayne manor, he still just… owns the mansion next door. like Drake manor is just right there, fully furnished and empty, fully inherited by Tim. and he just kinda leaves it there. probably forgets he owns it. how much do you wanna bet the others absolutely do NOT forget that next door is also owned by the family?

how much do you wanna bet that at least twice a month Bruce freaks the fuck out because Damian’s been missing for two days and eventually they track him down to find that he’d just walked over to Drake manor to avoid being told to help Alfred dust and then… couldn’t be bothered to walk back. figured that technically Drake manor could also be ‘home’ and made himself comfortable. is napping in Tim’s childhood bedroom when they find him and is completely unapologetic about eating the food in his kitchen.

how much do you wanna bet that Tim gets a call from the weekly cleaner that he totally forgot was being paid from his bank account to maintain Drake manor, only to be told by a slightly terrified cleaner that she tried to go in to mop the kitchen and found a fucking crime lord in nothing but sweatpants and his helmet, ranting to an ‘oracle’ about some kind of ‘drug drop off’ that he ‘needed off Batman’s radar’, because Jason was too tired to motorcycle all the way back to Crime Alley after a debrief but didn’t want to have to be around Bruce so he just kinda broke into Tim’s old house and has been casually chilling there for the past week while he worked on a case.

how much do you wanna bet that one time Bruce grounded Tim for two weeks and Tim was so annoyed about it that to be petty he snuck out and went back to Drake manor. Bruce was so fucking mad because Tim directly ignored his orders and he couldn’t even do anything about it because every time he brought it up he got loud claims of ‘yOU TOLD ME TO GO TO MY ROOM SO I WENT TO MY FUCKING ROOM, B, I DON’T WANNA HEAR SHIT FROM YOU-!’

how much do you wanna bet when eventually Tim can’t be bothered to deal with the insurance forms and he sells Drake manor, he mentions having to hand over his keys and instantly every single batkid starts digging around in their pockets and producing two or three keys to Drake manor because over the years they’ve all just kinda. been using it. whenever. Tim had no fucking clue they’d made keys. he’s so confused. it gets so much funnier when the next day Tim shows up to the estate agents to drop off his plastic tub of keys for the new owner and he fucking finds Jason Todd there ready to receive them.

“I make a lot of money in my line of work,” he says. “figured it was time for a summer house.”

“you hate being close to Bruce.”

“not as much as Bruce hates shoddy neighbours. i’m going to make his life hell.”

“you made me carry this box of keys for nothing.”

“yeah you can hand those back out actually, i really don’t care who goes in there.”

“I hate you.”

“Don’t be rude to your new neighbour.”

[kayrl]

love to think about dick and jaybin brotherism if it was in the modern era. here’s a scene i’ve been rotating in my head:

*on a road trip for some reason*

dick (18): i’m gonna stop at the 7-11 up here, you want anything?

jason (13): yeah, a pack of marlboros

dick: smoking kills, you know

jason: and those zyns destroy your gums

dick: that’s different, i’m eighteen

jason: still not old enough to buy those things, you’ve got a fake id

dick: so what?

jason: do you think bruce’d be happy to know you buy drugs and alcohol with a fake id?

dick: bruce isn’t the boss of me

jason: he’s the boss of me, and you’re a bad influence. what would he say if i told him there were drugs in your car?

dick: there aren’t drugs in my car

jason, pulling a baggie of weed from his pocket and shoving it in the glove box: there are now

dick: …you’re getting lucky strikes, they’re cheaper

jason: YOUR DAD IS A BILLIONAIRE

[kayrl]

[kayrl]

Batfam bodyswap but all of them have insane chronic pain in different places.

Jason, in Tim’s body: Yeah, your hands and waist should not feel like this.

Tim, in Dick’s body: Shut up, it's normal. But Dick all of your joints are fucked. What is wrong with you?

Dick, in Damian's body: Nothing. Jesus, Dami, I want to peel my ribs out of my chest.

Damian, in Jason’s body: Todd, I don't think the pit healed you at all...

Duke, in Bruce’s body: ow

Bruce, in Cass' body: I, for one, feel amazing.

Cass, in Duke’s body: I'm going to go OD on Advil. That probably won't be enough for how much my head hurts.

[kayrl]

You people who suffer from chronic joint pain, do any of you need canes? Is it hard to wear them? How do y'all get diagnosed? Did y'all tests come back normal?

I made four blood tests, one to check on my anemia, the other three for lupus — I was suspicious for it when younger —, crohn — my mom has it — and rheumatism. They all came back normal.

I've been asking my mom to take me to an orthopedist since November 2024, when the pain started to get unbearable, and she only took action in April because I complained to the doctor and she asked for the tests.

But since they all came normal, my family and friends keep saying it's just my sedentary lifestyle, but it can't be because I practice badminton 2/3 times a week — which only gives me muscular pain, not joint pain.

But today I couldn't even get up from the chair I was sat on and had to call my mom to pick me up.

There are times when walking is damn hard because my hip, knee and ankle keep acting up, and my friends call me slow. Or when I'm just walking and my knee decides to not work anymore, or my hip decides to give me that sharp stab and I almost fall.

Also, there are times where I feel like my pain is invalid because I sit in weird positions — I've always been very flexible, not that I use that flexibility —, or because of my club feet, or because sometimes when I lay down and my hip hurts, I just switch sides, wait a few minutes, and it gets better, and also the fact that it doesn't hurt all the time.

Please, help me.

[kayrl]

“Normal” test results are not the relief people think they are. When you wake up in pain and continue to be in pain for hours every day and your tests come back normal you don’t stop being in pain.

[kayrl]

Feels like someone is trying to saw my leg off at the hip. I love this. It's so fun. Definitely NOT wishing I were dead rn. I swear.

(someone save me please)

[kayrl]

rewatching the under the red hood movie and i gotta say as much as i love jason’s speech to bruce about how mad he is that the joker’s still alive, i still maintain that a severely underrated speech in this movie is from ra’s when he’s talking to bruce and in essence says ‘yeah so i hired the joker to distract you which was my bad because he totally went overboard and killed your son :/ and i felt so guilty i decided not to try and fight you anymore and then i stole your son’s corpse and tried to revive him via lazarus pit so i could like. make amends. except that was also my bad because we fucked that one up real good and when he came back out BOY was he weird in the head. killed my guys and then fucking jumped out a window and we lost him. my bad. and i thought he’d died again but apparently he’s in gotham and is like. totally destroying your whole lives which again, my bad. shouldn’t have tried to help. sorry about that. i’ll just stay out of your business from now on.’ which is actually the funniest characterisation of ra’s i’ve ever seen

[kayrl]

No no no, Jason is not the one who is emotionally repressed, all the other bats are, and they are emotionally repressed in a way that makes them many times unable to receive each other's emotions as well. And in Jason's case...well, there is always the layer of him being seen especially untrustworthy, always too much, always making things bigger than they are. Jason is painfully open with his emotions, actually, and many times he gets absolutely nothing back when he shows them.

And then one day he is upset with Roy over something and he lays it out incredibly clearly, using so many words to describe it, to really, really hammer it in, to just make him listen-

-and only for Roy to go okay. Yeah, I can see that, I'm sorry. I'll work on it. You think this would help with you feeling more comfortable?

This leads to Jason just bluescreening because. his brain has already been conditioned to expect nothing he says to be actually acknowledged. So now he is standing there, staring, and Roy is getting kinda nervous.

[kayrl]

A meeting between Jason Todd and Todoroki Touya could go in many ways.

[kayrl]

ok no actually the funniest way Talia should be shamed for having a one night stand with Jason during his league days is if Damian finds out and refuses to stop referring to Jason as ‘step-father’.

Damian: i request more training with step-father to improve my blade wielding abilities.

Jason, looking up and blinking: wait is that me?

Jason:

Jason: cool.

Jason, turning to Talia: i don’t mind training my step-son.

Talia:

Talia: he isn’t your step-son.

Damian: yes i am.

Talia: Damian, no. he can’t be your father. he’s seventeen.

Damian: oh and that’s an issue is it?

Talia:

Damian:

Jason: *grinning in delight at the family drama*

-later, upon Damian’s arrival in Gotham-

Bruce: and these are your brothers,

Damian: ah yes, i am aware of them.

Damian, nodding at the batkids: Grayson, Drake,

Damian, turning to Jason: step-father,

Jason, solemnly: step-son. good to see you again.

Bruce, having a heart attack: imsorryexcusemewhatnow-?

[kayrl]

*taps microphone* is this thing on? Okay…

🎤 THIS IS A REMINDER THAT ALL OF THE ROBINS ARE SMART, GENIUSES IN FACT. THEY ARE IN A FAMILY OF DETECTIVES. THATS LIKE THEIR WHOLE THING. ALL OF THE ROBINS (AND THE REST OF THE BATFAM TOO) ARE CLEVER, STRATEGIC, AND CAPABLE, NOT JUST TIM. (No hate to my boy Tim, though. I love Tim.) YES, EVEN THAT ONE. Thank you. 🎤