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Jason’s always lived like he’s bracing for something to fall apart.

He doesn’t mean to — it’s just instinct by now. Keep things at a distance. Don’t get too soft. Don’t name anything you don’t want to lose.

But then you came along. Quiet at first, patient in a way that didn’t ask anything from him. You didn’t try to fix him. You just sat beside him when the nights stretched too long. Let him ramble about books you hadn't read just to hear him talk. Listened, actually listened, when the silences got heavy.

And now, here he is. Sitting on the kitchen counter of the manor in the middle of the night, his hoodie pulled over his broad frame — sleeves pushed up — texting you back with a half-smile he doesn’t bother to hide.

The message is simple. You still awake? I miss you.

He’s barely set the phone down when Bruce walks in, looking like he hasn’t slept since the Cold War. Jason freezes, then relaxes. It’s just Bruce. Not that that makes things less complicated.

Bruce gives him a long, unreadable look, then glances down at the phone Jason tried and failed to shove under his thigh.

“Do they know who you are?” Bruce asks — not in a threatening way.

Jason’s quiet for a beat. “Yeah,” he says finally. “they know.”

“And they stayed?”

Jason lifts his eyes. “Yeah,” he says again. “they stayed.”

Bruce just nods, like that’s enough of an answer. Maybe it is.

Later, when Jason’s back in his apartment, boots kicked off and your arms tucked around his waist under the blankets, he presses a kiss to your temple. You shift sleepily, murmuring something against his chest. He doesn’t catch the words. Doesn’t need to.

He lies awake for a while, staring at the ceiling, his fingers brushing soft circles against your shoulder.

And for the first time in a long time, he’s not bracing for impact. He’s just… here. With you.

Maybe some things don’t have to fall apart. Maybe some things stay.

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A little death.

a/n: Little of Jason since I broke down after reading Frankenstein. TW: Very depressed Jason, attempt of suicide, not proofreaded.

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Jason finds it strange–how he, who returned from the dead, dared to miss that he was ever a person. A human being, not some revived creature, he had died a human and he accepted that he was no more than the cursed monster his own father loathed. Dare he not ever think that he is capable of being loved anymore. No one, not his father.

A roulette, spin the wheel, he was feeling generous to give the bullets inside his crowded mind in this damned apartment of his. Another night where his mind torments his poor soul, he wishes he had one. feeding off his Good god, he thought to himself as he placed the end of the gun to the corner of his left eyelid. It amused him, why was death–a foreign feeling, so familiar and painful amuses him so? Was it that his existence used to be a mere to please his father's supposition? Robin and Batman, he used to fly and that little bird is dead now, father. Even so, grief was never meant to stay–neither any emotion or feelings, love was no exception. Jason knew that, in the back of his mind, he begs to god and silence was met. He cried to his father and silence was met.

Damned his existence, a shadow of his father’s pride and loath. Death isn’t foreign, he welcomes it. It pleases him the sight of his father's shock for his insufferable actions, that he was willing–once again to let him feel the grief. Jason was no longer the pride of that man and he was free. Yet freedom did not mean happiness would follow in this miserable place, a reminiscences of little robin and the bat. How would he live if he sees that he is unfitting to become a human being–let alone a soul. He has been abandoned, afterall.

None was forgiven as no one was to forgive him. Like the wrath of a monstrosity of the creature, he had expressed so. Everyone is desperate to find any trace of that yellow caped boy inside this monster. His scars were to tell a tale of his suffering, his loathsome nature–reduced to no more of less than a human being. Was it all in his head or had he pushed every arm offered? Was he all too blind in rage and grief when his father held him in his arms for the last time?

“You understand, you see things, you feel. Am I not allowed to grieve for you too?” his eyes flicked to the yellow caped little bird, standing still near the end of his bed, he could hear him. And Jason's heart tugged, his hesitation creeping up again. His finger ached for the trigger.

“You don’t grieve for the things that never had a proof of its own existence.” he counters, frustration bubbling up.

“What you are trying to do now, you’re painfully aware that it will not fix anything. Truly, if i was more than what you have remembered. You would not want to bury and erase the proof of my existence. Is it your grief and anger that destroyed your own existence, or was it him?”

“He chose to loathe me! Abandoned you! I was fine– it was enough for me to forgive him when he failed to save you. But then what? What of it? I was replaced. It wouldn’t make a difference if I pulled the trigger. Because it’s not me that he needed, he needed you. The robin, the all so bright and loyal companion–unlike me, a damned monster in this sickening body!”

His breath staggers, tears bubbling as it blurs out his vision. Slowly, that little bird disappears again, leaving him alone with his everlasting misery to his very own existence.

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Another wip cuz I do wanna draw all the robins,,, initially was planning to wait until I finish the whole thing (this will never happen-) but I’m still figuring out what details to put for Jason since I’ve been trying to revolve the compositions around their costumes 🥲🥲

Thinking about aligning his symbol with the all caste tattoos and the negative space showing his robin phase,,,

Aaa they look so nice all side by side 🥹 Steph Damian next if my art block passes 🥲🥲

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Just a random thought.

Jason would be the type to have cheeks as red as cherries if you were to compliment him, so much that even his ear would burn red also, and if you were to compliment them too then Jason would try to cover them out in embarrassment.

He’s not cute or beautiful or anything else that you’ve been calling him recently, he’s anything but and yet his heart skips a couple of beats when you do call him such things with honesty and love within your eyes. It was enough to have him becoming that lovesick teenager that read romantic novels, the very same teenager that sang loudly to confession songs/reprises of his favourite theatrical plays.

He’s a six foot something man of scars, trauma and muscle. He’s not cute or gentle or delicate as you made him feel as you brushed your nose against his before kissing it, pulling away to smile at him as you then kissed the burning red apples of his cheeks so tenderly that Jason thought he was being kissed by a butterfly.

God forbid you kiss his autopsy scars or any of his scars in general. The man will cry as you praise him and his body as though it was your job to do so because nobody had treated him like you haves and now that he’s experienced you and your unique love, Jason doesn’t want anyone else’s as he knew that they’d only pale in comparison to yours. It’s the love he’s only read about, never thinking it could ever be his in any lifetime.

The love where you could lay in bed and still feel like you’ve done a million different things together without having moved from the warm sheets.

The love where you could say nothing and have it be the loudest thing ever with how effortlessly you convey your feelings towards him even in utter silence.

The love where he didn’t have to have his guard up anymore, he could laugh, he could be caught being silly and he could finally have someone to rely on and to trust so heavily with him and his heart as you touched foreheads in the early morning; echoes of the sweetest hellos being whispered against the others lips before the distance between them closes.

The love where he knew that he would have his independence, but also be a little selfish with your time and love, knowing that it’ll always be there no matter what state he comes home, knowing that he could be content in knowing that this was real as he holds you tight to his chest with his head buried into your neck where he’d pepper soft kisses against.

The love where Jason Todd knew he was in love and was loved just as deeply in return.

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death in the family movie did justice to the green eyed jay propaganda

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Something about Jason's pecs

a/n: ong i found this on my note, i forgot i never posted it

For the past few days you have been burned out by your work. Sitting on the office for hours and hours, getting yelled by your boss, lacking sleep and getting numb with the taste of coffee on your fifth mug.

But then there's Jason, your tall, big and strong teddy bear boyfriend you would always wrap your arms around. Burying your face to his huge pecs, his muscly arms wrapping around your body making you feel safe and content. He would smell like streets, rain or ciggaretes after his daily patrol at night, but it's his smell that gives you comfort.

One thing about him to die for is his pecs, his huge pecs.

At first Jason would find it strange with how your hands would rub his pecs when you both are cuddling normally on the sofa. He had noticed before of the gesture but think of it as nothing, it did happened frequently when you both are cuddling at times.

But What Jason didn't know is that you had a soft spot on his pecs. After a long day at work or when you're under the weather, you would bury your face on his chest, hands on each side of pecs to squeeze it. Other than for distraction his pecs were your safe heaven to seek for comfort.

And Jason is flustered when you finally told him, grumbling to act like he hates it but looking at your face loving his body made his heart flutter.

So, he decides that you're the only one who can freely touch him this way.

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when jason’s nose is drawn like this 😵‍💫😵‍💫 im a big nose jason enthusiast

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HELLO????????????????????????????????????????

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HI EVERYONE I'M BACCKKKKKK AGGHH IM SO SORRY FOR SUDDENLY DISSAPPEARING AJAJH i had a lot of stuff going on... but here are some arts i made, i'm also under a new name now!

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suddenly struck with thoughts about the devastating concept of Jason Todd

because he was good. because he had a bleeding heart despite every reason not to. he loved school and was good at it. he was the first to be adopted, with little pretense of guardianship. he did everything he could to be a perfect Robin and live up to an impossible ideal. he only ever wanted Bruce and Dick to like him.

because he met Bruce in the same place and on the same day that Bruce's parents died--the single defining moment of Batman's existence. and he made Batman laugh. he hit the Dark Knight, Terror of Gotham, with a tire iron. he wasn't afraid of the man who turned fear into a weapon.

because he couldn't save his mother from herself, but he tried. because he was too good not to try and save the woman who gave him up. too good to play the Joker's game. the crowbar didn't kill him, the bomb did. he died knowing he wouldn't make it and tried anyway. he died a hero.

because other Robins have died, but none of them put an irrevocable tear in the mythos of Batman. because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe. he dies for the sins of his father. he was put to death by popular vote, sacrificed by the crowd. doomed by the narrative and doomed by the audience. the boy who only ever tried to prove he was good enough--wasn't good enough.

because he has every reason to be angry. because he didn't ask to be murdered, didn't ask to be brought back, and when he did everyone acted like he was better off dead. Bruce tried to kill him and nearly succeeded. he's blamed for his own death and blamed for his resurrection. he can never come home because the house is haunted by his own ghost.

because he's been the hero, the victim, and the villain. because his family and his writers and his universe don't know what to make of him. they don't know how to look his tragedy in the eye. and how can you?

it hurts to look at the hero who cannot be good enough, the victim who will only ever be angry, the villain who can sometimes be right. the audience hates to feel complicit and, in this exceptional case, they are.

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i started to envy leon kennedy fans so i had to take matters into my own hands

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[ JASON TODD ]

coquette jason todd sketch 🎀

also debating whether to base jason's features on jensen ackles or dexter soy's jason *head in hands*

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The thing about Tim Drake to me is that he's built his whole self around saving people. People in general, yeah, like most superheros, but mostly certain specific people.

And if he can't save those certain specific people, he'll find another way! And if that way doesn't work, he'll find another way! And if that way doesn't work, he'll find another way! (This is the point where most people stop.)

And if that way doesn't work, he'll find another way. And if that way doesn't work, he'll find another way. And if that way doesn't work, he'll find another way. And if that way doesn't work, he'll find. another. way. (This is the point where sane people stop.)

And if that way doesn't work. He'll find another way. And if that way doesn't work, he'll find another way. And if that way doesn't work, he WILL find ANOTHER GODDAMN WAY. And if that way doesn't work? He'll find another way. (This is the point where superheros stop.)

And if that doesn't work, he'll find another way. And if that doesn't work he will find another way. And if that doesn't work he will find another way. And if that doesn't work he will find another way. And if that doesn't work he'll find another way. And if that doesn't work he'll find another way. And if that doesn't work... he'll... find another way. (This is the point where the Bats stop.)

And if that doesn't work he will find another way. And if that doesn't work he will find another way. And if that doesn't work he will FIND ANOTHER WAY. And if that doesn't work he will f̶̝̻̫̘̰̌̅̈́͋̓͛̄̃̌̔̕̚͠͠͠i̴̡͙͍̱̪͉̟̯͕̪̣̱͆ǹ̶̯̠̠̠͉̫̦̮̽̀̾̽̾d̶͇̖̏͐̑̐̋̔̚ ̸̢͍̼̞̼̞͓͍̲̼̲̥̞̰̅̓͐̿͆̒̂̽̓͋̐̚̚͠ͅa̵̧̢̢̛̮̙̠̤͓̺̺̙͉̎͊͐͒͗̒̄̔̈́̌̆͜͝n̴͍̓͑́ǫ̶̺̜̲̲͚̟̤̽͐̿͆̀t̵̞͈̲̋̏͒h̷̨̠͓̲͍̯̖̥͗͂̌ẽ̷̛̠̼̞̹͎̩̤͚͒̐͌̓͊͊̂̏̅̍͘̚ͅr̷̤̖̦̗̫̮̩̳̜̹̭̿ ̶̡̛̖͚̲̖̤͓͍̤̜̭̔̏̾̓͊̌̔̂͒͗̚͝w̸̨̧̧̱͎̯̗̩̯͒̓ͅͅa̷̬̹̞̬̯͔̼̳͆̈́̄̓̑̆͜͝͝y̷̝̙̘̹̠͎̍͆ͅ. And if that doesn't work he will F̶̛̣̗̊̈́͐͑Į̸̘̥̣̟̝͎̩̼͛̓͂͆͋͌̍̏͊͊̇̄́͘͜Ň̷̨͈̖͓̬̲̻͚͍͔͍̣̓̈́̑͐̾̕̕D̶̢͔̹̀̏̊͂͘ ̶̖͛̎̒A̵̡̧̗͈̣͍͎̞̫̺̻͈̟̺̓̈́̍̄͂͌̅̿͜N̶͔̥̗̋͑́O̵̧̲̲̤̱̣̻͂̿̓̊̑̌̌͋̾͐̓̂͝͝Ţ̷̖͇̩̼̩̝̺̈́̾͌̄̀̿͘̕Ḩ̸̛̼̟̬͎͓̳̞̘̉͆̈́̃̀̈̋̈͗́̆͒̕͘͜Ẽ̷̱̎̓̈Ŗ̷̧̡̜̥͔͖̝̞̱̖̞̠̀̌̀̈́́ ̷̡̗̱̦͔̜͈̬͋͛̈́̎̆͒̄̋̏̕W̷̧̩̦͍̥̠̜̟̋̓̈́́̏́͑͜Ḁ̶̛̘̪͉͓̮̖̮̈́̎͐̌̆̑͐͜Y̴̱̬̗̩̝̑͋̂.

(This is the point where supervillains stop).

And if that doesn't work? He'll find another way.

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he looks so yummy. yum yum.

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Ribbons and kisses.

Imagine... tying up Jason not in a weird way, just simple cute look for him. It's silly but he's a over six foot tall man who has scars and literally a crimelord( but he's a babygirl!!!). Tying up his big muscly arms with pink ribbons, giving him cute bunny or star or ribbon shaped hairclips after he had just taken a bath and his hair smells like your shampoo when you bury your nose in it. Drawing hearts on his hands with a red sharpie pen, writing your name on his skin as if it's a temporary tattoo he'll have a hard time removing. Not that he would try to remove it. You give him several kisses on his face, leaving lips shaped lipstick stains, your lipstick were red but his face was redder when you trail down to his neck. You chuckle when he grumbles, trying to stop you and eventually your face are scattered with kisses from his lips.

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should i just make a hcs for yandere enneagram types ?? lol

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Practice for faces and expressions + character study focused on negative traits or could-be-flaws. Other traits shared by Bats: violent, broody, over-achiever, proud, good is not nice (various degree)…