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appreciation post for robin jason being 5% boy and 95% yellow cape

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Colored the cass doodles : ]

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Can you do talia holding damian pretty please? Your art is amazing!!!

her beloved son <3

another messy sketch cause it's the only thing i can draw rn

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Hello if you draw AK Jason being/doing something soft and being happy I'll keep that image in a little cabinet in my heart forever and ever and ever

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Made this for a video I was trying to make on tiktok. Got tired and didn't finish but I didn't want to waste the work I did so here's the bit I actually finished. Very much inspired by the panel from Red Hood and the Outlaws where Hood is holding Bizzaro when he first wakes up.

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Jason: No attachments allowed

Bby alt Jason: *Exists*

Jason: Does it count if it's you? Is that a fucked up metaphor for self-acceptance? Self-love? What are we? Mentally healthy? lol

Bby alt Jason: *is hurt*

Jason: *pulling a 180* *About to reenact the Terminator* most importantly *about to realize some really unhealthy influences in his youth *cough cough* *willing to work on himself* Son attachment allowed (prolly brotherly, idk)

The whole story

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Death To The Family Name - PlatitudinalTeen - DCU [Archive of Our Own]

In honor of Jason Todd's death day, I present to you this fic... 🙏

(Summary- One father mourns the loss of his son & another celebrates his return after faking his death.)

(Snippet- "There, there," Joker hushed softly, brushing the hair from his face so he could better see his son. "You're perfectly safe Jay."

He was only three years older than he was when he ran away from home, but he looked so much more mature. So much wiser and stronger. It was a shame that of all the people his little boy could run to, he had to choose Batman. He could admit that it was a sore subject between them. It was, after all, a bitter pill for him to swallow— watching as his only child chose his sworn enemy as his idol.

Still, he persisted, letting him live with Bruce Wayne and run around with Batman, watching and waiting for the day when Jason would get bored the way he always did and come running home. But that day hadn't come yet, and he was getting a little impatient. He missed his son.

"Safe," Jason scoffed, bringing his head back forward to look at his father's pasty white skin and his bright smile. "This is child abuse," he stated. "You know that, right?"

"No," his father responded, repeating the word a few more times as he shook his head. "No, no, no. I would never hurt you.")

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Once a Robin...

…Always a Robin!

The Arkham Knight is having a nostalgic moment.

(Yes, I know this particular Robin is a breed only found in the UK, but it’s so much fluffier and rounder than the breed found in the US. Shhh…)

A03 link here

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🦇🐞

this thang.

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big fan of 'self-sabotaging relationships left right and centre' jason todd, but i'm an even bigger fan of when he tries it over and over again with dick and it just doesn't work.

he blows up at him out of nowhere, dick's listening to what he's saying and not yelling back at him like jason expects him to. in turn jason doesn't know what to do with himself, and dick manages to flip the conversation around into something more civil.

jason tries going no-contact, dick lets him have space for a reasonable time, but will always seek him out eventually, and immediately act like they never stopped talking.

jason's purposely doing things to make people angry with him, so they won't care about him or want anything to do with him anymore. dick's angry, sure, but after that dissipates, he forgives jason 100% and doesn't hold it against him.

i can see it all pissing jason off to no ends, because dick's so bruce in the way he separates the person from the crime. jason will expect him to have a 'final straw' and never want to talk to him again for something he's done or a way he's acted, but dick is so tightly fastened into the whole "yeah i'm annoyed with what you did, but i'm not annoyed at you" mindset.

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A fanfic idea:

Bruce was able to rescue Jason before he died, and after this experience, Jason stopped being Robin.

He became afterwards the golden child, he goes to college (with a scholarship), helps out in the city library, teaches children (helps with their homeworks and helps them to study), works part time in a car garage in crime alley, and is a supportive brother.

And it pisses his siblings off.

Because there has to be something fishy because no one, really no one, is that perfect.

And there is something fishy.

He is also Red Hood.

No one knows, and the vigilantes never talk to Jason about "the family business" because he needs to concentrate on his studies and other stuff.

So imagine, Batmans suprise when the JL was able to catch Red Hood.

Someone takes Jasons helmet off in front of Batman, Nightwing, and other members

And Jason, who wears also a domino mask, doesn't look Batman in the face even as he says :

"Hey Dad. I can explain."

And Dick loses his shit, he laughs so hard because, Jason, The golden child, the one who gave up on being a vigilante, who reads to children in the library, is a goddamn crimelord.

Bruce just stands there frozen because wtf Jason?!

And Dick takes selfies with Jason being tied up and calles the other Batkids in because they should definitely not be left out of it.

(Edit: As someone who doesn't really write (or can write good stories), I want to say, feel free to use this prompt for a fanfiction. Just please give credits to me (because I don't know if someone else had also this idea and posted it) and please inform me if you publish something (because I want to read a fanfiction like this too))

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Read your latest fic, poor AK!Jason… he’s been tortured so much and thank goodness Joker is dead

Thank you!! :D

Sorry for taking so long to answer, college has been hectic lately!!

thank goodness Joker is dead

Yes :) , 🤡->💀🥩🍖

Read your latest fic, poor AK!Jason… he’s been tortured so much

Jason will be smothered in love and affection. Do not worry :)

_Excerpt_

Jason's almost dozing off when he finds him, curled up on the couch that overlooks the green patch outside, basking in the sunlight like an oversized kitten. With the way he sniffs out the best sun spots to nap in—he might as well be one.

His hair is sticking out in all directions, giving him a boy-ish look—or bird-like—An adorable Robin. The ruffled look of his over-sized Tee does nothing to negate the observation. He's fallen asleep reading, because of course he has.

Dick soundlessly treads towards him, and crouches next to the couch—just reveling in the sight of his brother, safe and whole, for a small moment. He's missed him so much. Jason's face is pressed into his book. His face is slightly flushed from staying in the sun for so long. His hair is disheveled—unruly, black curls sticking out all over the place.

In a moment of pure self-indulgence, he reaches to smooth them out, despite the fact that they never stay down. Jason's eyelashes are so long, he realizes, the sun light is making them obvious. How do they not get tangled up when he blinks? The thought rises unbidden. And that's the sign he needs to go to sleep. He hasn't been able to for days. Never has, not so away from his baby brother. Not after what happened the last time he took his eyes off him.

("There has been an incident"

Screams, screams, laughter. An ugly, disfigured sound that digs into his ribs and writhes, until he thinks he's laughing too.

He doesn't know who's screaming. He knows the thing beneath his fists is. He thinks he's screaming too. )

Jason looks so peaceful.

Nightmares rarely spare him enough sleep. He's interrupting Jason's much needed rest. But he can't bring himself to get up, or remove his hand from his brother's hair. They're so soft and fluffy, jet black ringlets droop over his forehead, his cheek, which has just lost it's hollow look—so he looks his age. If not for the J-shaped brand hiding under the red-blue wonder woman band-aid, and the scarring around his mouth, he'd be a normal teenager, napping on a mid-summer Sunday afternoon.

As if sensing his thoughts, Jason's face twitches. Like a mouse. Adorable. His brain supplies delightfully. The fact that he was about to coo at a dozing teenager reminds him that his brain has the tendency of taking pot-shots off him when it's gone too long without sleep. But Jason looks so adorable—Alright, time to go to bed. He moves to press a small kiss on the kid's locks, breathing in the smell of vanilla and mallow.

"Weirdo", Goddamnit.

"Hey, Jay"

Jason emerges from his cocoon, and stretches. Like a cat—Sleep. Yeah he needs sleep.

"Hey Dickface"

There are creases running at the side of his face, from where his face was pressed to the book.

"Missed you, Jay"

Jason pauses, "Missed you too", he doesn't meet his eyes, slender, scarred hands snaking to the hem of his tee to fiddle with it instead.

"Dick?"

The anxious lilt of his voice shakes the sleep out of him, and suddenly he feels his muscles tense, just as they do when he's about to make a kill.

"What happened to—to—"

"Mhm?", he encourages, resting a hand on his shoulder. He knows what's about to come. It makes sense, Jason was only partly conscious from blood loss and exhaustion.

(Soft, breakable flesh. Brittle bones. Viscous blood—red. Why is it red? Why is it human?

Why did you kill my brother? )

What brought this on?—Doesn't matter anymore. This conversation has been long due.

(It looks grotesque, child-like (Even in death it's mocking the actual, breathing child it killed), curled up in it's own blood and piss. The blows land and it's all spit and guttural screams. It doesn't have a tongue— not anymore. Dick won't get his answers, but he can't stop. Can't stop screaming.

Why did you kill my brother? )

"—the Joker?", Jason's voice has fallen an octave. He presses another kiss to his forehead for being so, so brave. He couldn't say his name without flinching before.

Jason leans into it, eyes closed. Oh his sweet baby brother. He lifts an arm in invitation. Jason slides down immediately, curling up next to him. He cards through his hair, trying to find the words.

(Why did you kill my brother?

Toothless, broken jaws move. He punches it again. And then again. And then again. Stop laughing. Cell—Cell—the mouth forms words.)

Jason let's him take his time, basking in the affection—like a cat curled up in the sun— he idly brushes off a stray eyelash from his brother's cheek, and then rubs small circles on it.

(His brother is so thin— soft, birdlike bones and whimpers as he wraps him in a cocoon, and holds him and weeps into his matted hair, kissing it over and over again. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.)

Jason's eyes have bags under them. He traces them with his thumb. Jason hasn't been sleeping well either.

(How do I tell you I ripped Gotham apart when I couldn't find you in it? Without making you anxious about what'll happen if I'm too late aga—

"I killed him"

Jason exhales, his shoulders relax, as if Dick's just taken the weight of the heavens off his fragile, birdlike shoulders. Did Jason not know? Was he stewing in dread all this time? How could he have been so blind?

Jason nestles closer, looking content, as if he's in the most comfortable spot on the planet, and not into the hard kevlar of his Renegade suit.

"Just making sure", he can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. He can't help the abrupt laughter that bubbles up his throat like carbonation. He can't even bring himself to mind. I love you so much little brother.

Jason's laugh is beautiful sound.

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he’s eating takis btw. .. just in case u were wondering..

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Bruce: “You are on thin ice, Jordan. This is clearly my little boy.”

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I'm not super happy with how this turned out but here it is

I used pics of rugby players for reference. I draw Jason different every time lol

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my brain has been fried so these keep me entertained